f
Jim Bannister jumped out of the
train, his black bag in Ms hand, and
his eyes went ranging up and down
the platform in search of his wife and
children. They generally were there
to meet him when he came down from
town on Friday evening. Finding that
they were not visible, he left the sta
tion and took the road that led away
from the town and the harbor towards
the new suburb which had of late years
et up in business as a watering place.
it was cneap ana healthy, and the boys
liked to go down to the harbor and
see tho ships and talk to the sailors.
Bannister soon got out of town, for
he was walking fast, but as the road
began to rise his pace became slower
till, as he neared the bend where the
road turned toward the cluster of red
brick villas, he was going quite
leisurely.
A man was sitting on the stile at the
corner a tramp, he seemed to be,
Bannister frowned. He was a hard
working man himself, and he did not
like tramps perhaps envied them a
little. His face assumed a stern look
as he went along.
As he approached the man got up
and came slowly toward him. Ves, he
was a tramp; there could be no doubt
of it. His rogh pilot cloth trousers
"AND I HAVE
were worn and stained. He wore no
shirt, for the old tweed jacket was but
toned up to the neck. On his head was
a battered soft felt hat; on his feet a
pair of coars9 seaman's shoes.
He stopped as he drew, near the re
spectable man with the black bag, but
he did not say a word. Bannister
looked at him. Their eyes met, and
the unspoken appeal was more elo
quent than any words could have been.
Plainly the man was a derelict.
So clear was the expression in the
man's face that Bannister answered
him as if he had spoken.
"Sorry I have nothing for you."
The man's swarthy cheeks flushed.
"Did I ask you for anything?" he
said. Then the next Instant: "I beg
your pardon. I am wrong. I did,
though not in so many words."
"You look as if you needed help,"
Jim said awkwardly.
"Then my looks only tell the truth,"
said the derelict, and as he spoke he
smiled. The smile startled Bannister.
This was the face of a cultivated man,
of what one calls a gentleman, dirty
and unshaven as it was. He felt that
he could not offer this tramp a copper.
"I am sorry," he eaW hastily, "but
I can't stop to hear your story to
night "
"Did I offer to tell it?" said the man
calmly.
"No. Yet I should like to hear it."
"I don't see the object of my telling
it. It is a very common one. I quar
reled with my best friend, an uncle.
He treated me unjustly, or I thought
he did. So I ran away to Australia to
seek my fortune, and I found this."
He ended with a rueful downward
glance at his tattered raiment
"So you made your way back to the
old country?" Bannister said, absently
fingering the coins in his trousers
pocket.
"Yes and to the old town. And now
that J have got here I can't find the
courage to speak to a soul. You see, 1
worked my passage hme, and 1
scarcely think any of my old friends
would now be pleased to see me."
He gave a short, bitter laugh.
"But you must have some relatives?"
"Only the uncle I told you of. He is
dead. I have seen his grave in the
churchyard. And the old house is in
the hands of strangers."
By this time they were moving on
side by side, for Bannister was anxious
to get home.
"I should like to ask your opinion
about one thing," said the derelict, ab
ruptly. "Well, what is It?"
"In books, when a man goes off as 1
did, there is generally some one that
cares for him. Now how long do you
think a girl wc"ld be likely to wait
for a fellow, never getting word or
sign from him all the time? Would
she be likely to wait five years, do you
think?"
Jim Bannister could have laughed
aloud. He could have laughed at the
1 ; if-- mt
Idea of any girl waiting five years for
an absent lover, without a word to
show that he yet cared for her. He
could have laughed at the Idea of any
woman waiting for the human wreck
at his side. He could have laughed at
the eager look on the man's half-savage
face as he put his absurd question.
But there was a pathetic look in the
brown eyes, and Bannister did not
laugh. As he kept on looking the in
clination to laugh died away altogether.
Instead, he gave the answer that
seemed to him at the moment the only
possible one to give,
"A girl would wait ten years twenty
years for the man she loved. That Is,
if she were atrue woman. I am cer
tain of it. I know it by my I mean I am
sure of it, from women I have known.
Time makes no difference in their love.
And absence only makes them love
more strongly."
"You really think so?" asked the
trtmp, In a choking voice.
"I do."
The tramp stood still.
"I am glad to hear you Bay that," he
said, huskily. "I am glad I asked you
the question. You have put new life
Into me. Good-night, sir." . And he
was turning away.
. "This will get you a bed and some
iililiilPliiilS
BEEN WAITING."
supper," said Bannister, handing him
a silver coin.
The tramp looked from the money
to the giver.
"I should like to send this back to
you when I can," he said. "Will you
tell me your name?"
"You needn't mind, but my name Is
Bannister. We are staying here for
the rest of the month. Good-night."
He waved his hand and was gone.
The tramp leaned over a gate, think
ing. He could see the chimneys of the
house that had been his uncle's, the
house he had hoped would one day be
his own. It belonged to Charley Hud
son, now. So he had been told in the
town.
But Margaret had preferred him,
though some called him a ne'er-do-well.
Was it possible that she had been
waiting for him all these years?
The very thought made his heart
burn. It seemed impossible. It was
too much to expect from any girl. Yet
that man what was his name? Ban
nisterhe had seemed to think it quite
likely. He must find out. He must
get some decent clothes so that he
might make inquiries. Some one in
the town must know what had become
of her.
Another thing he must send back
that money to Bannister as soon
as pos3iule. But how was he to lind
him? He knew the man's name, but
not his address; and he was onlv a
summer visitor. He might not be able
to repay the money for weeks. He
turned and began running after Ban
nister as well as his clumsy shoes
would let him. A little ahead there
was a bend in the road, and he felt
sure that once around that corner he
would catch sight of him.
He turned the corner, and saw Ban
nister, but he was not alone. A girl
in a light gray costume was coming
rapidly to meet him. Two children
darted from her side, and outrunning
her, threw themselves into their
father's arms.
The two, the man and the woman,
came close together. She held up
her face, and he stopped and kissed
it.
It was not till then that he saw
her fae. Margaret!
His heart stood still. He would not
believe it. Had not the man said ?
But. of course, he could not know.
Was it Margaret? He did not feel
quite sure, now that her back was
turned to him. But he felt that he
must know at once.
At one side of the road there was
a thick hedge, and a field on the
other side of it. The tramp ran back
to the gate, climbed over ft, and then
ran, under cover of the hedge, so as to
pass beyond the little group. There
was no difficulty about it. The hedge
screened him completely. Ha could
see them coming slowly along. The
woman had her hand on her compan
ion's arm, and she milled Into his face
as they talked. K was Margaret her
self.
He could hear the man's voice now,
and he crouched lower, lest he might
be seen.
"The poor fellow actually asked me
if I thought a girl would wait five
years for en absent lover, and I hadn't
the heart to say what I thought. I
said: 'Yes twenty years!' Poor
chap, I suppose he fancies somebody
is waiting for him."
The voice ceased; and the tramp
peering out from his hiding place, saw
that Margaret had withdrawn her
hand from the man's arm, and was
walking a little apart from him.
"So she hasn't told him anything
about me. Naturally!" said the tramp
to himself.
He got back to the road, and thrust
ing his hand into his pocket, his fingers
closed on the piece of money. In an
other instant he had dashed it down
on the road, and was hastening back
to tne naruor.
That night he spent in an outhouse.
The next day, driven by hunger,-he
went to a farm house, asking for
work, but hoping to get some food.
The farmer, by way of a joke, offered
him a job, and seemed surprised when
he jumped at the offer.
By degrees the tramp began to as
sume the appearance of a decent
working man. He wore moleskins in
stead of his old rags; on week-days
he worked hard; but on Sundays he
went and lay on the sand and lis
tened to the surf breaking on the
oeacn, and dreamed.
One Sunday afternoon, a little mite,
tnree or lour years eld, tot surround
ed by the tide as she was bnilding a
castle on the sand. There was not
a shadow of danger, but it was im
possible to reach her dryshod. The
tramp waded through the water,
picked up the child, and looked around
for her mother.
It was Margaret who dropped her
book and came flying over the sands
"-Margaret!
He put the little one down gently,
and turned away.
In a moment there was a pattering
of soft footsteps behind him.
"Won't yon let me thank you?
Oh, Alan, it is you! Don't you know
me?"
"Yes Margaret, I know you, but I
thought I had better keep away from
you. I've treated you badly, precious
badly. But I can't stand by and see
you another man's wife."
"Aunt Margaret! Auntie! Me want
'oo !" piped a childish voice. Alan
Dan gave a great start. His heart
beat wildly.
'What?" he cried. "You are not
the child's mother? You are not Mr.
Bannister's wife?"
"No. No, Alan. Jim Bannister mar
ried my sister. I I knew you wo.uld
came back, and I waited!"
"Your uncle found out after you had
gone," Margaret said, as they made
their way slowly homeward a good
hour afterwards, "that he was quite
wrong. He had made a mistake In
the accounts, end you were perfectly
honest. He bitterly repented his
words to you and would have writ
ten if he had known where to address
you. He told me so himself. And to
show that he was convinced that he
had misjudged you he left you a half
share of everything he had. The house
is yours, and the farm with it"
Why, I thought Charley Hudson
was to have that. He was the favorite.
you know."
"Yes, but your uncle thought he
owed you some reparation for think
ing you had cheated him, and so
driving you away from home. He died
almost four years ago. My sister had
been married soma time before that,"
And you, my dearest? What have
you been doing?"
"Oh, I live in London now. I have
pupils. And, I have been waiting."
He turned suddenly and caught her
to his breast. "Please God, my little
girl," he whispered, as he strained her
yet closer to him, "our waiting days
are nearly over!
EIGHTIETH BIRTHDA T.
Mother of Captain Crldley.of Dewey's
flagship, Holds Reception.
Mrs. Ann E. Grldley held a reception
at her home in Washington, in Decem
ber, in celebration of her eightieth
birthday anniversary. The parlors
were decorated in red with palms -distributed
about the rooms, making a
pretty appearance.
Although an octogenarian, Mrs. Grid
ley is a well-preserved and active old
lady, and discourses Interestingly up-
' MRS. ANN E. GRIDLEY.
on the remarkable changes which have
come under her observations of sev
enty years.
Mrs. Gridley is the mother of the late
Capt Gri iley, who commanded the
flagship Olympla of Admiral Dewey's
fleet in the naval action of Manila
Bay.
Beats Hanging.
"Janios." said the teacher, "do yon
know what capital punishment is?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Tommy, "It's
when a fellow is naughty, and his
mother shuts him up in the pantry
where she keeps the cake and jam."
It is calculated that there are 2.193
women journalists In the United
States, 1,200 in Germany and 600 in
England. Contrary to general impres
sion ,only 7 per cent of these are en
gaged in writing or editing fashion
news.
CWEROX'S WATERLOO.
And This Is a True Newspaper Story
ot Washington.
"When he came into the office even
the Angel Child knew he was looking
for a Job. It was written all over him
from the brim of his rusty hat to the
tips of his well-worn shoes. And this
is a true newspaper story of Washing
ton.
The city editor knew what was com
ing, but refrained from signifying it
until tne request had been made.
"Nothing doing,;' said the city editor,
"unless you can help out on sports.
We need somebody there just now."
"Well, I can do a little of that," Cam
eron said, and so he came to work on
The News.
Nobody knew where he hailed from.
and theBohemian spirit which rules
the newspaper profession prompted no
one to ask. Somebody noticed his
shabby clothes, concluded his bank ac
count was not in working order, and
a "silent fund," subscribed by the staff,
went to pay his board bill for two
weeks and to put him on his feet.
He wrote sports, and soon aroused
the newspaper fraternity by his wide
knowledge of athletics and his supreme
command of a vocabulary of slang the
like of which had never been heard
beforo, and which formed the basis
for to-days wonderful dictionary of
Sport terms.
He first distinguished himself by a
daily series of baseball paragraphs
Which soon made the sport page of The
News one of the most conspicuous fea
tures of the paper.
A still more brilliant achievement
was in Store for him, and a still great
er surprise for the public, when, one
night the dramatic editor became ill
and for Bheer want of some one better
to fiend the city editor told Cameron
to cover Irving's performance of
Robespierre" at the National Theatre.
To the utter amazement of the entire
staff, The News carried the next day
a review of the performance which was
a masterpiece of English in all its pur
ity and splendid scope. Cameron was
the only man who was not surprised in
the sensation the review caused. He
knew he could do it; the others didn't.
Cameron's versatility was marked
In unremitting and far-reaching use of.
profanity Cameron found no takers. It
just rolled out, and those who got to
know Cameron best attempted nothing
that savored of reform. He had not
been on the paper two weeks before
his reputation for profanity had left
all others at the post, and the occa
sional expressions of disgruntlement
on the part of others sounded like the
tinkle of a cow bell beside the rum
bling flow of chosen words from Cam
eron wnen lie was annoyed.
The boys didn't mind, but they
quailed to think of what might happen
if demure little Mrs. Parish, the social
editor, ever heard Cameron swear.
They dreaded the consequences, al
though nobody could really tell Just
wnat the result might be.
Cameron was a confirmed woman
hater. He declared women to be the
supreme nuisances of the earth and
absolute impossibilities in business,
That they should intrude into newspa
per work and so hamper man s per
formance of his duties in a worthy call
ing he regarded with sincere contempt
and unbiased scorn.
Mrs. Parish, on the contrary, was a
gentlewoman to the tips of her fin
gers.- Her slow, deliberate manner of
speech bespoke her gentle Southern
ancestry and gave some indication of
her fine womanly character.
Despite his profound antagonism to
ward the gentler sex, Cameron thought
enough of his position on the paper
not to offend Mrs. Parish.
One day, however, he came into the
office from a baseball game. The home
team had lost, the day was hot, and,
as if to add to Cameron's ill humor, he
found Mrs. Parish at the big table in
the center of the room, her exchangee
completely covering what little space
might have been left for anyone else.
With one sweep of his arm Cameron
sent the papers flying to every corner
of the room, saying:
"To hell with all this rot!"
Everybody heard. Every man in the
room held his breath, expecting a
scene. Mrs. Parish, manifestly sur
prised, looking calmly, first at the pa
pers, then at Cameron, and in her slow,
gentle voice, as If she were repeating
her charming "Good afternoon!" she
said;
"That's what I say, Mr. Cameron.
'To hell with all this rot!' But you
know if I don't do it I don't get my
dinner. But just the same, I feel as
you do, and when I go to some of these
society people's houses and they com
pel me to talk with their servants
rather than see me themselves, I say,
'To hell with them!"'
Cameron looked like a man over
board. He gathered up the papers from
the floor one by one. A sheepish look
that had never been there before came
over his face, and when he had care
fully piled the papers on the table be
fore Mrs. Parish he said, loud enough
for the entire room to hear:
"You keep your papers here when
and as long as you please, and the first
fellow who interferes with you I'll kick
him full of holes."
SUE WOPE OUF SAXDALS.
Pittsburg Society Shocked at Emi
nent Singer Who Does Not Believe
in Wearing Stockings.
It Is not considered proper to enter
high society in Pittsburg without
stockings on. Because she appeared
without stockings at a reception given
by society women of the East End,
Madame Maria Sandal-Bramsen, head
of the vocal department of instruc
tion at a fashionable musical school
and wife of F. Celoste, of the Pittsburg
Orchestra, ha3 set the tongue of gos
sip wagging.
Mme. Sandal-Bramsen does not be
lieve In wearing stockings, and has
not worn them since, when a girl of
fourteen, her: singing caught the fancy
of King Oscar of Sweden, who paid
for'her education in the Conservatory
of Music at Christiana. Mme. Brara-
sen came to Pittsburg with her hus
band six weeks ago.
Since then she has been In popular
demand at society functions, but no
one ever suspected her antipathy to
hosiery until this reception at the Mu
sical Institute, when a careless little
movement of the singer's gown dis
closed a bare and dainty little foot in
closed in a sandal of ancient pattern.
tn i 'k
M if; t'J
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THE DANGER OF FILTH.
Crusade of New England Women to
Encourage Cleanliness In Streets,
Houses, bodies. Clothes, Food
and Drink.
The Woman's Health Clnb, of Boston,
is doing an excellent work in the in
terests of publio health by the publi
cation of its booklets on hygienic sub
jects, and particularly by those which
teach the great doctrine of cleanliness.
They are written in a plain style,
which can be understood by everyone
who makes an attempt to read, though
it is to be confessed that they will
never reach, the great mass of free-
born naturalized American citizens
who never read anything--not even a
yellow newspaper. Yet they will ac
complish much in the direction of ed
ucating and enlisting leaders and
teachers of the future work for clvle
and . household cleanliness, and other
organizations could with profit emu
late the Boston example. It would
awaken more people to the theory that
they have a right to prevent Injury
from the nncleanliness ot others. Clean
streets, clean houses, clean bodies and
clothes, and, most of all, clean watef
and foods these are the prerequisites
of public health, and they are privi
leges Which everyone should enjoy.
It has well been said that we have
God's own country, man's own back
yards and the devil's own cesspool."
We have not yet emerged from the
conditions of medieval cities indeed,
it is but a century since London itself
was worse than a barnyard. At the
rate that we are pouring filth into our
rivers there will soon not be a clean
stream east of the Rocky Mountains.
By all means let the crusade go on,
and let the woman's health clubs re
ceive our blessing and perchance some
more substantial assistance.
Pussy Cat Rhyme.
Can you tell me why
A hypocrite sly
Can better descry
Than you can or I
On how many toes
A pussy cat goes?
A hypocrite neat
Can best counterfeit.
And so I suppose
Can best count her toes.
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