The Cottage Grove sentinel., March 25, 1910, Image 5

TRUMPET CALLS.
THE HILLS OF REST.
Rain’s Horn Sounds a Warning Note
to the Unredeemed.
The richest gold
mine in the 'world
to-day is the dump
heap of yesterday.
The devil gets
his best exercise in
finding work for
idle hands to do.
Many boys go to
ie bad because
they have fathers whose walk and talk
do not agree.
No college has ever yet made a saint.
The big checks are not all signed
with gold pens.
Growth is always profit when it is
the right thing that grows.
The man who judges simply by what
he can see always judges wrong.
A great deal of preaching still takes
its color from the glasses the rabbis
wear.
Many a man fails in life because he.
is always trying to catch a lion in a
mouse trap.
The things that are hid from the
wise and prudent are still being re-
vealed to babes.
A lot of things can be seen through a
horse collar that are never visible from
a skyscraper window.
The real man is always greater than
the work he does, and is never smaller
than the place he fills.
You can tell more about what the
Lord is doing by hearing a mother
pray than you can by reading some
very big books on theology.
TO RID ENGLAND OF POVERTY.
Way to Prevent
Poor Dying; in
Workhouse, Prison or Gutter.
He who is born in a workhouse will
.probably die in a workhouse, says Tit­
bits. Not certainly, for there are won­
derful exceptions, but probably. The
same thing is true of many places,
whole districts, which are not work-
houses in the technical sense of the
term, but are, nevertheless, the houses
in which the work people live, in
which, because of their poverty, they
-are compelled to live. He who is
born in one of these places will prob-
ably die in the workhouse, or in the
prison, or in the gutter. Again, not
-certainly, but probably—most prob-
ably.
As Sir John Gorst, a minister for
• education under a tory administra-
tion, said recently, you cannot blame
the babies for being born, or for not
making proper provision for their up­
bringing. “At present many of them
had no chance, even before their
birth, for their mothers were driven
-*Jo work until almost the day when
they came into the world.”
He itgjB' also said—perhaps he exag-
gerated; we shall see when we come
to look into the matter more closely,
but, anyhow, he said it—that the
“great mass” of the children in our
public schools were in a state of de­
generacy and neglect. Now, if through­
out the greater part of a man’s school
life he is in a state of degeneracy
n,nd neglect, the odds are high that ne
will end his days in a workhouse, a
.prison or the gutter.
What we have to do, then, is to rout
out and finally to abolish those work­
houses that breed paupers, and after­
ward—let us hope not long afterward
—to rout out and abolish those other
places that breed paupers, too.
An Inventus Device.
When Sir Robert Perks’ school days
were over he entered the office of a
ifirm of lawyers and worked very hard.
It was no uncommon thing to, find him
reading law at 5 in the morning, and
■this often after he had been working
late on the previous night. As a mat­
ter of fact, he made it an inflexible
rule never to be in bed of a morning
•after 5. To enforce this rule he in­
vented an ingenious device. This con­
sisted of a long glass tube filled with
water nicely balance over his head
and attached by a string to an alarm.
At the desired hour the bel'l rang and
awakened the sleeper. If within a
few seconds he did not leafr from his
bed and avert the calamity the de­
scending weight of the clock destroyed
the balance of the tube, and down
poured the water on his guilty head!
—From “The Life Story of Sir Robert
*W. Perks, Bart, M. P.,” by Dennis
«Crane.
Logip.
“What—a boy of your age doesn’t
know the parts of speech!” exclaimed
Xhe schoolmaster.
“No, sir,” replied the pupil’
“Haven’t you ever heard of a noun?”
“Oh, yesrsir!”
- “Well, what comes next?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“A pronoun,” said the toaster. “Now,
remember that. Then comes the verb.
Now, what follows that?”
“A proverb, please, sir.” — London
Scraps.
.
A Good Listener.
The Mistress—Katie, you should not
talk so much.
The Maid—No, ma’am.
“No. You should understand that
It is your place to listen.”
<4"
‘I do that, ma’am.”
«* ‘I never saw you when you were,
*>hen.”
“No, ma’am; you’ never saw me
when I was listening, because I was
on the other side of the keyhole.
-ma’am.’’—Yonkers Statesman.
It may be that a girl does not object
to being kissed against her will, pro-
Tiding the man in the case pretends to
'use iorf'
Beyond the last horizon’s rim,
Beyond adventure’s farthest quest,
Somewhere they rise, serene and dim,
The happy, happy Hills of Rest
Unon
The
While
Our
their sunlit slopes uplift
castles we have buijt in Spain-
fair amid the summer drift
faded gardens flower again.
Sweet hours we did not live go by
To soothing note on scented wing;
In golden-lettered volumes lie
The songs we tried in vain, to sing. .
They all are there; the days of dream
That build the inner lives of men;
The silent, sacred years we deem
The might be, and th'e might have
been.
Some evening when the sky is gold
I’ll follow day into the west;
Nor pause, nor heed, till I behold
The happy, happy Hills of Rest.
*—Albert Bigelow Paine, in Harper’s.
In the Wrong Pew
“Oh, I’m so sorry——” she was begin­
ning when I cut her short.
“Don’t .mention it—doesn’t matter a
bit—---- now! ” I added under my breath.
The mischief was done, but of course
pretty little fluttering Estelle Folsom
was not to blame.
When Rafe did appear with a bevy of
five ladies in tow—four ingenue sisters
and a “first old woman” mamma—I
could have killed him with a look.
However, he was profuse in his regrets
—I managed to infer that “the girls”
had been a long time over their toilets
—and I broke away to make my peace
with Miss Callandar.
But there was to be neither peace
nór pardon for me that night. Thé
Honorable Gordon-Powell was very
much in evidence; I couldn’t find a
vacant place on her dance-card, and to
hurried aside requesting a few min­
utes’ private talk in order that I might
explain something the girl returned
coolly:
“I don’t think it really matters, Mr.
Bleecker, does it? Seeing is believing,
you know,” she ended, flashing me a
dazzling smile over the shoulder of
that confounded attache as he whirled
her away.
For the rest of the evening I played
“gooseberry” to Miss Folsom, flirted
desperately with the four bread-and-
butter Scrimgeor girls', and rather took
a savage delight in dancing with Rafe’s
fiancee more times than was perhaps
prudent or necessary.
Punishment came, in the morning
bright and early in the shape of a note
from Miss Callandar, delivered while
I was dressing. It was short, tart, and
to the point. Her ring—my ring—fell
from the envelope to the floor as I
opened it. Here is what I read, un-
dated, unsigned:
“After last night, I am reluctant):
convinced that you are as fickle as
once thought you true. I abhor deceit
and double-dealing as the one unpar­
donable sin between men and women.
Henceforth should we »meet it must be
as strangers. But I hope, never to see
you again.”
So I was condemned unheard! ’That
started my fighting blobw. By heaven,
she should know the truth! By 10
stant knew that 1 was stm nopelessly
in love. But that “unless” would not
down! What if she were married to
the Honorable! Less likely things
have happened. I wished she’d remove
her glove so that I might see if a fate­
ful and tell-tale plain gold band encir­
cled a certain left-hand finger. But a
second glance at that pure girlish pro­
file beside .me somehow gave assurance
that my fears in that respect were
groundless.
Perhaps a Couple of minutes passed
while the ladies were settling them­
selves in their seats, Mrs. Callandar sit­
ting on the other side of Jessie. Thus
far, I was sure, the girl had no idea
who she had for a right-hand neighbor.
Then, though keeping my eyes reso­
lutely frontward, I was conscious that
I
•her head turned in my direction.
felt the red blood surging over neck
and face, although I was so browned
and tanned that I .hoped it would es-
cape notice. I glanced quickly and to
my secret delight noted that Jessie’s
cheek and one tiny ear were coral pink.
In that instant our eyes met. She had
recognized{ me! Yet her cool glance
was of the kind usually accorded to a
complete stranger, and Miss Callan-
dar’s outward composure might be de­
scribed as glacial.
The organ ceased its mellow prelude,
the choir sang their “opening piece,”
the minister delivered his brief invoca­
tion, and then the congregation rose
for the responsive reading. Calmly and
coolly the girl found the place and of­
fered me half of her book. <
Neither of us joined in the responses.
Personally I was conscious of a very
inconvenient dryness and tightening in
iiy vocal apparatus. What Jessica felt
just then I have never been able to
\earn. However, I was doing a pile of
tjhinking, and all the old feeling of re­
sentment at her injustice came over
ine again.
’ Casting my eyes down the page I
saw, several paragraphs .ahead, some
words that I told myself were almost
providential in their appositeness—
from my point of view. In an instant
I had evolved a very pretty plot, for I
was resolved that, willy-nilly, Miss Jes­
sica Callandar and I would have an ex­
planation ere the day was many hoUr3
qlder.
’Clearing my throat and swallowing
as the minister and congregation near­
ed the fateful lines, I made .my one and
only response in a clear and deep bass
voice:
In less than ten minutes Jessica
was in my arms once «more, our peace
was made, and I was kissing away the
tears of happy relief that dimmed the
radiance of the dearest eyes on earth,
Then the luncheon-bell tingled, and
as hand in hand we went down the
wide stairs I chuckled gayly:
“Well, it turned out to be the right
church for me, sure enough, even if I
did get into the wrong pew!”—San
Francisco Argonaut.
BIGNESS OF THE WEST.
A Few Stories, Veracious of Course»
Leave No Room for Doubt.
The great west is big. Every year
the east hears a new crop of stories
aiwut the bigness of the west that
makes it marvel. Here is a portion of
this last season’s crop of big stories
of the things of the west, says the Los
Angeles correspondence of the New
York Herald.
During corn growing time a Kansas
newspaper, printed a startling dispatch
SWISS TRAMPS FEW.
from {he southern part of that State
saying that a boy climbed a cornstalk
A Poor Place For the Man Wh
Doesn’t Want to Work.
to see how the clouds looked and that
Switzerland is not a place for the stalk was growing faster thau the
tramps, because the man out of em­ boy could climb down.
ployment and who makes no effort to
At the date of the dispatch the boy
find work is not tolerated for a mo­ was clear out of sight. Three men
ment in that country. The district were engaged to cut down the corn­
authorities will secure him a job at stalk With axes to save the boy from
hard labor and little pay, and such starvation, but the stalk grew so rapid­
an offer can be refused only under the ly that they could not hit twice in the
penalty of going to a penal work­ same place. The boy was living on
house. • Tiñese institutions are under green com alone and had already
military discipline, the work severe, thrown down more than four bushels
the wages a penny or threepence per of cobs.
day, and release is granted only upon
The later fate of the boy is not
the advice of those in charge. No known. That is of minor importance,
difficulty is experienced in determin­ anyway. The great and burning ques­
ing between beggars and unemployed, tion is: Does corn really grow that
because all legitimate laborers have fast in Kansas?
papers given them by the district in
A man whose word has never been
which they live containing informa­ disputed with any degree of success
tion concerning the position they have went east with this story from south­
held.
western Kansas. His two brothers
In every part of Switzerland are were working clearing out the weeds
established “relief in kind” stations lnRa deserted pasture lot. After a trip
for the exclusive use of respectable to the farmhouse one of the brothers
unemployed. Only those are admitted returned to find the other missing.
who have had regular work during ¡ “Where are you, Ed?” he shouted.
the previous three months and have
“Here I am,” he heard the answer­
been out of employment for at least ing voice of Ed. coming from some­
five days. These men must be on the where near the fence.
lookout for work and accept any sit-
“Well, shake a weed,, so I can tell
uation that is offered, because the where you are,” commanded the
chronic loafer is soon detected by the brother.
police and his papers are marked so
They tell down east that if a farm­
that he can never again seek refuge er in the west plants his ground with
com and takes first class care of it he
in a “station.”
will get 100 bushels to the acre, and if
he takes middling care of it he will get
BUENOS AYRES.
seventy-five bushels to the acre, and if
A City With All the Finish of a he does not plant at all he will get
París or a Berlin.
fifty.
Buenos Ayres, the capital of the
it is also told in the east that west­
Argentine Republic, is in some re- ern farmers have been known to start
spects the most cosmopolitan city in out in the spring and plow a furrow
the world, No important European until fall and turn around and harvest
nation but has Contributed its capital back; while a man in Detroit has a
and its people to the upbuilding of friend in Dakota who owned a farm
this great metropolis. It also has the on which he had to give a mortgage
distinction of being the second city and the mortgage was due on one end
of Latin population in the world, be­ before they could get it recorded on
ing larger, than the largest cities in the other.
Italy and Spain.
Not so long ago a man—perhaps it
There is perhaps no city which ex­ was the same man—was telling some
hibits a greater variety . of pleasing acquaintances about a pathetic scene
contemporary styles of domestic archi­ he witnessed on one of those big Da­
tecture. The city council tries to en­ kota farms three years ago. He said
courage beautiful building by annual­ he saw an entire family prostrated
ly offering a gold medal to the archi­ with grief—women yelling, children
tect who is found to have planned the bawling and dogs barking. One man
most atractive facade and by freeing had his camp outfit placed on seven
from the building tax the building four-mule wagons and was going
thus favored.
around bidding everybody good-bye.
The outward aspect of Buenos Ayres
“Where is he going?” asked one of
is rather that of a European than of the party.”
an American capital. It has all the
“Half way across the farm to feed
finish of a Paris or a Berlin. The the pigs,” was the answer. %
absence of the irregular sky line,
Some one wanted to know if he ever
caused in North American cities by got back to' his family again, but the
the extreme height of some business narrator said it was not time for him
buildings as well as the fact that the to get back yet.
ground of the city is quite uniformly
One man, it is said, started in to cut
build upon, even in the more outlying a tree off his place. When he had cut
regions, keeps the city from present­ away at one side for about ten days
ing that unfinished appearance which he decided to take a look around the
even our largest cities have.—World tree/ and when he got around on the
To-day.
other side he found a man who had
been cutting at that same tree fox*
Just a Fit.
three we^ks and they had not heard
In the Ex-Libris Journal an amus­ the sound of each other’s axes.
ing anecdote. is given of a man anx­ The quick growth of Western cities
ious for a coat of arms and fortunate is a matter of common talk and the
’in finding one. A second-hand book­ East no longer doubts these tales. An
seller bought at a country sale some engine driver of a train crossing the
300 volumes of handsome but unsal­ prairie was surprised one day to see a
able old sermons, books on theology town of considerable size just ahead,
and the like.
at a spot where there was nothing the
He placed a number of these out­ day before. He yelled over to his fire­
side his shop. Soon afterward a well man, asking what town that was, but
dressed man entered and said, “Have the fireman was stumped, too. When
,you any more of this kind of books he pulled into the station there were
with this shield on them?” pointing nearly 1,000 persons waiting to see the
to the bookplate attached, which bore first train come in. When they pulled
the arms and name of a good old out the conductor stationed a brake-
country family. -
man on the rear platform to watch for
“That box, sir, is full of books from any towns that sprang up after the
the same house,” answered the book- train got by.
seller.
They never ‘have anything small or
“What do you ask for them?” in- ordinary out in that section at all.
quired the man. “I’m going back to Windstorms blow down wire fences» ■
Chicago, and I want to take some draw stoves out of chimneys and blow
books, and these will just fit me, name the bottoms out of empty bottles. Dur*
and all. Just you sort out all that ing one of these remarkable wind­
have that shield and name, but don’t storms a whisky barrel standing in
you send any without that nameplate, front of a saloon was sucked out of
for that’s my name, too. I reckon the bunghole and turned Inside out,
this old fellow with the daggers and and the dirt was blown from around a
roosters might have been related to post hole in the hillside, leaving the
me some way.”
hole sticking out of the ground about
two feet with no dirt around it.
A Toothsome Revenge.
trouble began, innocently
enough on my part, at the senior prom
in New Haven, where I, Dofl Blecker—
no, it isn’t a pet-dog name for Donald:
parents just named me that way—was
about concluding the regulation four
years at Sheff.
Rafe Scringeor and I were chums
and bunkies; hence, he knew that I
was engaged to Jessica Callandar,
while to me it was no secret that he
hoped to adorn a similar romantic re­
lation to Estelle Folsom.
My inamorata lived with her widow­
ed mother near the Washington Arch
on lower Fifth avenue, New York,
while Estelle Folsom was the only
daughter of a rich manufacturer, re­
siding on Whitney avenue, New Haven,
which facts will explain how I knew
Estelle quite well, while Miss Callan­
dar did not, except possibly through
hearsay. I may mention also the phy­
sical and psychological facts that the
two girls belonged to opposite types—
Jessica being tall, dark and stately;
Estelle petite, blonde, and of a Dres-
den-china-shepherdess style of pretti-
ness. It sBould be needless to stare
that personally I do not much care for
“Judge not according to the appear*
blondes, a confession offset by Scrim-
ance,
geor’s avowal that somehow, since he
But judge righteous judgment.”
had met Estelle1 Folsom, he felt that
Then came the Gloria Patri, and we
way about all brunettes.
all sat down. Not by a single tremor
of wrist or fingers did the girl betray
Now it fell out that on the night of
the least sign that she had heard.
the prom, owing to his mother and sis­
After the notices were read, the ser­
ters being in town, Rafe didn’t have
mon-hymn was given out, and we. rose
time to drive way out on Whitney ave­
to sing. As before I was offered the
nue and back, so he begged me to start
right-hand half of the hymn-book with
a little early and escort Miss Folsom to
the place already found. Also as be­
the Hyperion before I called for Jessie
fore neither of us joined in, although
Callandar at her hotel, he promising
the melody was a very familiar one.
to be on hand and meet us in the foy­
I kept my eyes glued to the* page.
er, thus releasing me quickly. What
JOINING IN THE FIRST TWO LINES.
Two verses, three verses, went by, and
else could a man do but consent?
My car was a speedy one, and I o’clock I was at the hotel, only to be choir and congregation entered on the
made three three miles out and back told that “Mrs. Callandar and party last verse. I noted that the words were
in record time. But there was no left for New York on the 9 o’clock ex­ by Dr. Watts—good old Dr. Watts!
Rafe on hand to meet us. Miss Fol­ press.” I followed by the Shore Line Suddenly I was> electrified by Jessica’s
som and I stood chatting just inside an hour later, and suffered another re­ beautifully clear and vibrant soprano
the swinging doors of the foyer where buff upon calling at the Callandar resi­ joining in the first two lines:
we could be seen by every one bidden dence. Miss Callandar was convention­ “He that does one fault at first,
to the greatest social event of the Yaie ally “not at home.” Then I wrote a And stoops to hide it, makes it two.’’
long letter, detailing the facts. That
year.
She had given me my answer—a
Jessie read it I didn’t doubt, althougn
Nine-thirty came and went, then 10 it was returned to me along with a very pretty and appropriate retort from
her viewpoint—paying me back in my
o’clock, and still no Rafe. Again, what bunch of my former letters.
could I do, save continue to squire my . For the third time I ask you: What own coin. But at least she had spoken,
chum’s pretty dame, although I was more coqld a fellow do? I stiffened and when once a woman consents to
aching to fetch my own lady-love. To my jaw, plunged into work, was grad­ argue the battle’s half won if tne man’s
her, of course, I thought I could easily uated with my B. S., and went West to cause be just. I was determined she
should not enjoy her woman’s privilege
explain matters. But good-fellowship work for a big construction firm.
of the last word.
peters out at a certain point; the mu­
*
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*
• *
*
So all through the forty-minute ser­
sic had begun long ago; arrivals were
Four years later, early on a Sunday
perceptibly fewer, and I was consider­ morning in May, I landed in New York. mon I planned my little campaign. I
ing how I might decently escape, when The little blind god of happen-so put believed dear old Mrs. Callandar would
the doors swung apart to admit—Jes­ it into my head that for once I’d oa prove my ally, and unless Jessica had
sica Callandar with her mother, attend­ good and go to church. Naturally I changed her name and condition dur­
ed by a tall, rather distinguished-look­ chose the old Collegiate Chapel where ing my absence I promised myself I’d
ing fellow. He was a complete stran­ for two hundred years the Bleeckers conquer.
ger to me—wearing a monocle attach­ had worshiped, and where our family
When the benediction was conclud-
ed to a narrow black ribbon, by which pew was handed down as an heirloom, ed I offered my hand to the girl and
token I sized him up for an English­ But, as I afterward discovered, our her mother and spoke. The old lady
man before he opened his mouth—and seat had been so long .untenanted by was unfeignedly glad to see me; in­
I hated him instinctively.
the family—I am the last of the line— deed,, she looked and said so. Jessica
Imagine my surprise and chagrin. that is was now used as a strangers’ was more coy, but she did not freeze
No wonder, as I have since been as­ pew. This, of course, I did not know me altogether, for which small mercy
sured, I looked like a farmer’s boy when I whispered to the usher—-a com­ I was devoutly thankful. Indeed, my
feelings might be likened to those of
caught stealing apples! To have seem-, plete stranger, by the way:
a
bank clerk who wins out on a hun-
ed to break an appointment with my
“The Bleecker pew, if you please.”
fiancee and to be apparently ^caught
He nodded and preceded me up the dred-to-one gamble a day or two be­
with the goods,” laughing and chatting aisle, although I could have found my fore the bank examiner comes around.
In the most matter-of-fact maimer
with another girl! It was horrible, way blindfold. He did not pause at
and, I admit, didn’t look very well. the well-remembered door, but went possible I turned their way down the
However, Miss Callandar carried off on half a dozen paces further. Then I avenue that glorious May morning,
matters superbly.
noticed that the Bleecker pew already nodding to old acquaintances here and
there. Yet were we both far enough
“How do you do, Mr. Bleecker?” held its quota.
(That mister sent cold chills down my
My guide opened the door of an from the madding crowd. Arrived at
spine.) “Let me introduce the Hon- empty sitting and motioned me within, the Callandar house, Mrs. Callandar
orable Mr. Gordon-Powell, of the Brit- saying under his breath:
insisted on my remaining for lunch-’
ish legation in Washington?’
“The Bleecker pew is full, but you’ll eon. I lqoked at Jessica for my cue—
whether to accept or decline—but she
We men shook hands perfunctorily be entirely welcome here.”
During the reign of Charles II., the
Refused to Be Fooled. *
while the attache murmured his En­
I bowed and took the end seat near- persistently kept her eyes averted; age of gallantry, it was the custom
There is no fooling a man who loves
glish “Chawmed, I’m shaw.” Then it the aisle. Service had not yet begun, however, I remembered that “silence among gentlemen when they drank a fooling. Some one, on that significant
was my cue to introduce Miss Folsom and I was interestedly gazing around gives consent,”' and interpreted it as lady’s health in order that they might date, April 1, sent Henry Ward Beech­
to the trio. Jessie overtopped Estelle the old sanctuary where as a lad in another good omen. Surely this was do her still more honor to destroy at er a letter containing just a sheet of
by four or five inches, and seemed to knickerbockers I had sat between my going to be the blessedest Sunday I the same time a part of their cloth­ paper with the two words, “April
completely overlook the diminutive lit­ father and mother, Sunday after Sun­ had ever known!.
ing.
Fool,” says the United Presbyterian.
Well, once inside the house you may
tle thing. Yet she said, quite compos­ day, when I Was roused from my rev­
Upon one occasion Sir Charles Sed­
Mr. Beecher opened it, and then a
edly and smilingly:
erie by the rustle of skirts and the. imagine what followed.
ley was dining in a tavern and had a delighted smile beamed over his face
“I’m delighted to meet any—er— click of the door-catch. Two ladies
Almost insensibly our steps led us particularly fine necktie on, where­ as he exclaimed:
friend of Mr. Bleecker’s.” The sting were being ushered in.
to the old library in the rear exten- upon one of his friends to play him a
“Well! I’ve often heard of a man
was covert, but all the more apparent
Naturally I rose and stepped into the ’ sion where, in fact, I had first asked trick, drank to the health of a certain writing a letter and forgetting to sign,
to my sensitive and. guilty ears.
aisl& to permit the new arrivals to en­ her. to be mine more than five years lady, at the same time throwing his his name to it, but this is the first case
Miss Callandar, her mother, and h?r ter, raising my eyes for a moment as before. Mrs. Callandar, dear old thing, necktie in the fire. Of course Sir of a. man signing his name and forget«
escort moved on toward the dancing­ they passed me, and got the surprise discreetly vanished upstairs to “take Charles had to do likewise, but he got ting to write the letter.”
off her things.”
floor, Jessie merely flinging over her of my life.
even, for not long, after that, dining
Make Some One Happy.
They were. Jessica Callandar and her
Once we were alone I confess to with the same company, he drank the
shoulder^ with that adorable tilt of the
Charles Kingsley thus counseled a
mother f Jessica Callandar, after all rather rushing the attack. Resolutely health of a fair one, at the same time
eyebrows I knew and loved so well:
“Aren’t you coming—you and Miss those years, just as fresh and cool and taking Jessica’s now ungloved hands ordering a dentisi whom he had en­ friend' “Make it a rule and pray ta
stately as ever, Neither had recog- in mine—I noted that the ring finger gaged to be present to pull out a re­ God to help you to keep it, never, if
Folsom?”
“Certainly, in a few minutes. I’m nized me, and for an instant I was still unringed—I compelled her to fractory tooth which had been trou­ possible, to lie down at night without
thought of flight. But only for an In­ listen while I hurriedly poured out th» bling him. Everyone else was obliged . being able to say, *1 have made one
only waiting for----- ”
human being at least a little wiser, a
They were gone, and I turned to stant. The chance rencontre was too true story of that prom night. Per­ in this manner to mourn a molar.
little happier or a little better thia
my companion with something very fortunate to be despised unless—and I haps my strongest card was the fact
Anyway, a square meal is as broad day? You will find it easier than you
Hke a scowl on my otherwise usually stole another glance at the face of the that Estelle Folsom had become Mrs.
think and pleasanter?*
girl beside me, and in that same in- Scrimgeor the year after I went West. as it is long.
amiable feature^