THE SUNDAY OKEGONIA, PORTLA2TD. JUNE 14, 1903.
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SOOTH XARKIArfTOAJ
MON51E.UR ' BEAUCAIRE AND
OF.
Synopsis.
Tom. Vasrevel's first meeting Tlth Betty
Caxtwo occurs la that young lady's Harden
on. the mornlnc after her home-coming to
Rowen. Ind., from the convent school. The
occasion of the meeting Is the escape of Miss
Bettys white kitten, which Tom gallantly
rescues and presents to Its owner, but Is pre
vented from Introducing himself by his com
panion. Fanchon Bareaud. This is on account
of the bitter enmity existing between Tom and
Kiss Betty's father- The men have quarreled
over politics these are the days Just before
the outbreak of the Mexican "War and also
over personal affairs, and old Squire Carewe
has publicly threatened to fhoot Tom should
tho latter ever be caught trespassing Ml his
property. Miss Bareaud Is the affianced of
Cralley Gray, Tom's lazy, popular, talented,
good-for-nothing law partner. Mlts Betty's
nest adventure occurs also In the garden, sev
eral days later, this time In the evening.
Chapter II (ContlnneO.)
TEN paces In front of her a gap in the
shrubbery where tall trees rose left a
small radiant area of Illumination
like that of a limelight In a theater. Its
brilliancy Intensified by the dark foliage
"behind. It was open to view only from
the bench by which she stood, and ap
peared. Indeed, like the stage of a little
theitcr, a stage occupied by a bizarre fig
ure. For in the center of thi3 shining
patch, with the light strong on his face,
was standing a falr-halred young man.
dressed In a yellow coat, a scarlet and
white striped waistcoat, wearing a Jaun
tily cocked black hat on his head. And
even to the last detail, the ribbon laces
above the ankle and the gold-buckled
shoes, he was the sketch" of Georges Mell
hac sprung Into life.
About this slender figure there hung a
win sweetness like a fine mist, almost an
ethereality In that lightr-yet in the pale
face lurked something reckless, something
of the actor, too; and though his smile
was gentle and wistful, there was a twin
kle behind it, not seen at first, something
amused and Impish; a small surprise un
derneath, like a flea in a rose jar.
Fixed to the spot by this apparition Miss
Betty stood wildly staring, her straining
eyelids showing the white above and be
low the large brown iris. Her breath
came faster and deeper, until, between
her parted lips it became vocal In a quick
sound like a sob. At that he spoke.
"Forgive me!" The voice was low,
vibrant, and so exceedingly musical that
lie might have been accused of coolly se
lecting his best tone; and it became only
sweeter when, even more softly, In a
semi-whisper of almost crucial pleading,
he said, "Ah don't go away:"
In truth, she could, not go; she had been
too vitally stirred; she began to tremble
excessively, and sank back upon the
bench, motioning him away with vague
gestures of her shaking hands.
This was more than the Incroyable had
counted upon, and far from his desires.
He started forward with an exclamation.
'Don't come near me!" she gasped.
"Who are you? Go away."
"Give me one second to explain," he be
gan; but with the Instant reassurance of
this beginning she cut him oft short, her
fears dispelled by his commonplace. Nay,
indignation displaced them so quickly that
she fairly flashed up befdfcs him to her
full height.
"You did not come in by that gate!" she
cried. "What do you mean by coming
here in that dress? What right have you
in my garden?"
"Just one word," he begged quickly, but
very gently. "You'd allow a street beg
gar that much!"
She stood before 'him, panting, and, as
he thought, glorious, in her flush of youth
find anger. Tom Vanrevel had painted
her incoherently, but richly, in spite of
that, his whole heart being In the portrait;
and Crailcy Gray had smiled at what he
deemed the exaggeration of an ordinarily
unimpressionable man who had fallen in
love "at flrat sight"; yet, in the presence
of the reality, the Incroyable decided that
Tom's colors had been gray and humble.
It was not that she was merely lovely,
that her nose was straight, and her chin
dexteriously wrought between square and
oval; that her dark hair lay soft as a
shadow on her white brow; not that the
trembling hand she held against her breast
sprang from a taper wrist and tapered
again to the tips of the long fingers; nor
that she was of that slenderness as strong
as it is delicate; not ajl the exquisite reg
ularity of line and mold, nor simplicity
of color, gave her that significance which
made the Incroyable declare to himself
that he stood for the first time In the
presence of Beauty, and that now he knew
the women he had been wont to call beau
tiful were but pretty. And yet her beau
ty, he told himself, was the least of her
loveliness, for there was a glamor about
her. It was not only the richness of her
youth; but there was an Ineffable exhala
tion which seemed to be made partly of
light, partly of the very spirit of her. and,
oddly enough, partly of the scent of the
llttlo fan that hung by a ribbon from her
wrist. This was a woman like a wine,
he felt, there was a bouquet.
In regard to the bouquet of the young
man himself. If he possessed one, it Is per
tinent to relate that at this very Instant
the thought skipped across "his mind (like
the hop of a flea In a rosear) that some
day he might find the moment when he
could tell her the truth about herself with
a half-laugh and say:
"The angels sent their haloes in a san-flal-wood
box to bo made into a woman
and it was you!"
"If you have anything to say for your
Belf, say it quickly!" said Miss Betty.
"You were singing a while ago," he an
swered, somewhat huskily, "and I stopped
cn the street to listen; then I came here
to be nearer. The spell of your voice"
He broke off abruptly to change the word.
"The spell oftbe song came over me it Is
ray dearest favorite so that I stood after
ward in a sort of trance, only hearing
again, in the silence, 'The stolen heart,
like the gathered rose, will bloom but for
a day!' I did. not see you until you came
to the bench. You must believe me; I
would not frighten you for anjthing In tho
world."
"Why are you wearing that dress?" '
He laughed and pointed to where, be
hind him on the ground, lay a long, gray
cloak, upon which had been tossed a
white mask. "I'm on my way to the
masquerade," he answered, with an airy
gesture in the direction of the violins.
"I'm an Incroyable. you see; and I had
the costume made from my recollection
of a sketch of your great-uncle. I 6aw It
a long time ago in your library."
Miss Carewe s accustomed poise was
quite recovered ; indeed, she was aston
ished to discover a distinct trace of dis
appointment that the brilliant apparition
mast offer so tame an explanation. What
he said was palpably the truth; there was
a masquerade that night, she knew, at
the Madrlllon's. a little way up Carewe
street, and her father had gene, an hour
Earlier, a blue domino over his arm.
The Incroyable was a person of almost
magical perceptlveness; he felt the let
down immediately and feared a failure.
This would not do; the attitude of tension
between them must be renewed at once.
'You 11 forgive me?" he "began, in a
quickly Impassioned tone. "It was only
after you sang a dream possessed me,
and "
"I cannot stay to talk with you." Miss
?3ettv interrupted, and added, with &
straightforwardness which made him
afraid she would prove lamentably direct:
"I do not know you."
Perhaps she remembered that already
one young man had been presented to her
by no better sponsor" than a white cat,
and had no desire to carry her unconven
tionally farther than that. In the present
instance there was not even a kitten.
She turned toward the house, where
upon he gave a little pathetic exclama
tion of pleading In a voice that was mas
terly, being as sincere as it was musical,
and he took a few leaning steps toward
her, both hands outstretched.
"One moment more!" he cried, as she
turned again to him. "It may be the one
chance of my life to speak with you; don't
deny me this. All the rest will meet you
when the happy evening comes will dance
with you, will talk with you, see you
when they like, listen to you sing. I,
alone, must hover about the gates, or
steal like a thief into your garden to hear
you from a distance. Listen to me just
this once for a moment?"
"I cannot listen," she said, firmly: and
stood quite still. She was now In deep
shadow.
"I will not believe you merciless! You
would not condemn the meanest criminal
unheard!" Remembering that she was so
lately from the convent, he ventured this
speech in a deep, thrilling voice, only to
receive a distinct shock for his pains, for
she greeted It with an Irrepressible, most
unexpected peal of contralto laughter, and
his lips parted slightly with the surprise
of it.
They parted much farther In the next
instant in good truth, it may be stated
of the gentleman that he was left with his
mouth open for. suddenly leaning toward
him out of the. shadow Into the light, her
face shining as a cast of tragedy, she
cried in a hoarse whisper:
"Are you a murderer?"
And with that and a whisk of her skirts
and a footfall on the gravel path, she was
gone. He stood dumbfounded, poor com
edian, having come to play the chief role,
but to find the scene taken out of his
hands. Then catching the flutter of her
wrap, as she disappeared into the dark
ness of the veranda, he cried in a loud,
manly voice:
"You are a dear!"
As he came out Into the street through
a gap in the hedge, ho paused, drawing
his cloak about him, and lifted his face
to the eastern moon. It was a strange
face; the modelling most like what is
called "Greek," save for the nose, which
was a trifle too short for that, and the
features showed a happy purity of outline
almost childlike; the blue eyes, clear,
fleckless, serenely Irresponsible, with
more the look of refusing responsibility
than being unconscious of it; eyes with
out care, without prudence and without
evil. A stranger might have said he
was about 25, and had never a thought in
his life. There were some blossoms on
the hedge, and he touched one lightly, as
though he chucked it under the chin; he
smiled upon it then, but not as he had
smiled upon Miss Betty, for this was his
own, the smile that came when he was
alone; and. when It came, the face was
no longer Joyous as it had been In repose;
there was an Infinite patience and worn
tolerance possibly for himself. This In
congruous and melancholy smile was as
tonishing; one looked for the laughter of
a boy and found. Instead, a gentle, world
ly, old prelate.
Standing there, all alone in the moon
light, by the hedge, he lifted both hands
high and waved them toward the house,
as children wave to each other across
lawns at twilight. After that he made a
fantastic bow to his corrugated shadow
on the board sidewalk.
"Again, you rogue!" he exclaimed
aloud. Then, as he faced about, and be
gan to walk in the direction of the beck
oning violins: "I wonder if Tom's kitten
was better, after all!"
CHAPTER III.
The KoRrne Gallery of a Fnther
Should Be Exhibited, to a. Daugh
ter "With PartlcHlar Care.
Those angels appointed to be guardians
of the merry people of Rouen, poising one
night, between earth and stars, discovered
a single brilliant and resonant spot, set
in the midst of the dark, quiet town like
a jeweled music-box on a black cloth.
Sounds of revelry and the dance from the
luminous spot came up through the Sum
mer stillness to the weary guardians all
night long, until, at last, when a red glow
stole into the east, and the dance still
continued, nay. grew faster than ever, the
celestial watchers found the work too
heavy for their strength, and forthwith
departed, leaving the dancers to their own
devices: for, as every one knows, when
a dance lasts till daylight, guardian, an
gels flee.
All night long the fiddles had been
swinging away at their best; all night
long the candles had shone in thin rows
of bright orange through the slits of the
wlndow-bllnds; but now, as the day broke
over the maples, the shutters were flung
open by laughing young men, and the
drivers of the carriages, waiting In tho
dusty street, pressed up closer to the
hedge, or came within and stretched them
selves upon the lawn, to see the people
waltzing in the daylight. Tho horses.
THE CITY
PROM the time of Homer to the time
of Washington methods of transpor
tation were the same. They were
limited to the horse and wagon, oars and
sails. Then one century outdid SO and
added first the railroad and steamboat,
and then with a rush the trolley, tho bi
cycle, the automobile and perhaps the
balloon. It Is almost the same with meth
ods of communication. In 30 centuries we
gained only tho printing press, but this
one century gives us the telegraph, the
postal service, the telephone, the phono
graph and the marconlgraph.
If we turn now to charity we find that
from the earliest days until almost the
present time charity had but two forms
largess and custody. These were illumi
nated by the devoted personal service of
good men and women, but this personal
service, like tho forces of steam and elec
tricity, though not new in the world, did
not find effective expression until our own
day. Largess slowly grew more Intelli
gent, and custody grew more humane,
and even curative; but these still remained
the type. The new charity. In its reaction,
almost goes so far as to discountenance
both. The reaction against alms was for
a time excessive. Charity organizations
and societies are beginning to realize this
and are now placing more emphasis upon
the value of relief and less upon Its dan
gers. For the last two decades the protest
against mere alms, unaccompanied by per
sonal work, "has been incessant, hut the
protest against institutions is more re
cent. Not only is the cottage system now
preferred to the congregate, but there Is
a disposition to have as little custody as
possible: to place children in foster homes
Instead of in orphan asylums; to lessen
the term of confinement in prison by try
ing probation before imprisonment, and
parole aftec i; and even with the insane
and other classes bf defectives to try
board in decent boats Instead of t&e
BUT DOXT
having no such desires, stood with
loosened check-reins, slightly twlching
their upper Hps, wistful of the tall grass
which bordered the wooden sidewalk,
though now and then one would lift his
head high, sniffing the morning air and
bending an earnest gaze not upon -the
dancers but upon the florid East.
Over the unwearied plaint of French
horn, violin, and bassoon, rose a silvery
confusion of voices and laughter and the
sound of a hundred footfalls in unison,
while, from the open windows there issued
a warm breath, heavily laden with the
smell of scented fans, of rich fabrics, of
dying roses, to mingle with the spicy per
fume of a wild crab tree In fullest blos
som, which stood near enough to peer
into the ballroom, and, like a brocaded
belle herself, challenge the richest to
show raiment as fine, the loveliest to look
as fair and joyful in the dawn.
Believe me. If all those endearlnr young
charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to fade by tomorrow and fleet from my
arms,
Llks fairy gift fading away
So ran the violins In waltz time, so
bassoon and horn to those dulcet meas
ures; and then, with one. accord, a hun
dred voices Joined them In the old sweet
melody:
Thou wauldst still be adored as this moment
thou art.
It thy loveliness fade as It will:
And around the dear ruin each wish of my
heart
Would entwine ltslf verdantly still.
And the Jealous crabtree found but one
AND ITS DEPENDENT CLASSES
more or less unnatural institution life.
Either unwise relief or unwise custody
will do more harm than good, hut the
latter is, on the whole, less open to
abuse than the former, and the doctrine of
tho present day is that city governments
should support Institutions for "Indoor Te
ller of the poor or for the eick, hut
should give no relief outside of institu
tions. No outside relief Is now given by
New York, Brooklyn. Philadelphia, St.
Louis, Baltimore. Washington, San Fran
cisco, New Orleans, Louisville or Kansas
City, and in our other large cities the
amount of public outside relief is steadily
decreasing. In New York, Brooklyn, Phil
adelphia and Washington City outdoor
relief was abandoned after it had been
given for years. It Is now generally
agreed1 that this form of relief Is better-,
left to tho more flexible and personal'
methods of private charity. In private
charity we are not so apt to have the bare
gift without the giver; but the giver fol
lows his giving with continuous care; and,
moreover. In private charity, love. Inge
nuity and patience will often find substi
tutes for relief which help more Bafely.
These substitutes for relief are the
glory of modern charity. In both public
and private charity it Is being realized
that cure is better than care, bat that
prevention Is better than cure. "Vaster
sums are being given In charity than ever
before, but they are going largely to li
braries, to Industrial schools and to re
formatories. The .good Samaritan is no
longer tho very highest typo of charity.
Beautiful and rare as such personal
charity is. It has been cleverly said that it
would have- been still better charity to
keep the road to Jericho free from thieves.
This would have been not merely wiser,
but also kinder for the man who was set
upon and robbed.
Cities now know that a good police de
partment and good school and health de
partments will lessen poverty. The .police
and health departments decrease crime
and disease, and the school" department
increases education. In these ways they
lessen pauperism instead of relieving It.
Municipal libraries, playgrounds, baths,
kindergartens and manual schools and
YOU THINK YOU'D BETTER C03IE DOWX SOW"
to overmatch Itself In beauty; a lady who
was the focus of tho singing; for, by the
time the shutters were flung open, there
was not a young man in the xoom, lacked
he never so greatly in music or In voice,
who did not heartily desire to sing to
Miss Betty Carewe, and who did not now
(craning neck over partner's shoulder)
Eeek to fix her with his glittering eye,
while he sang, "Oh, believe me," most di
rectly and conspicuously at her. For that
night was the beginning of Miss Betty's
famous career as the belle of Rouen, and
was the date from which strangers were
to hear of her as "the beautiful Miss
Carewe," until "beautiful" was left off,
visitors to the town being supposed to
have heard at least that much before
they came.
There had been much discussion of her,
though only one or two had caught
glimpses of her, but most of the gallants
appeared to agree with Cralley Gray, who
aired his opinion In an exceedingly casual
way at the little club on Main street. Mr.
Gray held that when the daughter of a
man as rich as Bob Carew was heralded
as a beauty the chances were that she
would prove disappointing, and, for his
part, he was not even interested enough
to attend and investigate. So he. was
golpg down the river In a canoe and pre
ferred the shyness of bass to that of a
girl of 18 Just from tho convent, he said.
Tom Vanrevel was not present on the
occasion of these remarks, and the gen
eral concurrence with Cralley may be
suspected as a purely verbal one, since,
when the evening came, two of the most
enthusiastic dancers and lovemakers of
the town, the handsome Tapplngham
municipal lodging-houses all help to re
duce vice and pauperism. Municipal Sum
mer concerts compete with the mora dan
gerous attractions of the saloon. Munic
ipal tenement-house ordinances, ana in
Greater New York the admirable Tene
ment House Commission, are routing pov
erty in its chief stronghold. Where munici
pal ordinances will not suffice the stato
often steps In, and with compulsory edu
cation laws, and laws regulating the em
ployment of women and children In fac
tories and stores and on the streets.
Hereafter, for Instance, in New York and
Buffalo, boys under 14 cannot sell papers
late at night, and boys under 10 cannot
sell at alL In city after city Juvenile
courts are being established, so that de
linquent children will be saved from all
contact with adult 'vice. Through proba
tion they are given a chance to reform,
while a personal Influence Is brought to
bear to which the children respond won
derfully. Most, or all of the measures just men
tioned, were first tested by private philan
thropy, and even where the action has
been official it has often been on the mo
tion of a society or individual. The charity
organization societies and settlements
alone are responsible for much good social
work in our cities, which will bear rich
fruits. Nothing in this modern work Is
more vital than Its personality. The early
conception of a charity organization so
ciety In the popular mind was a sort of
detective bureau to sift out fraud. Such
societies now make their trained workers
a nucleus for a .great amount of intelli
gent volunteer service which enters the
homes of the poor with patient, contin
uing friendship, trying to alter hard con
ditions and with the aid of church and
school to lift and build character.
Such work Is winning the battle against
pauperism. In one of our larger cities,
where there has been a charity organiza
tion society for 25 years, it has been
shown that there are not as many depend
ent families today as there were 25 years
ago when the city was only one-third as
large. The society is much more closely
in touch with all the povery of the city
now ihaa then, and is working with many
families which would not have been on its
Marsh and that doughty ex-dragoon and
Indian fighter, stout old General Trumble,
were upon the field before the enemy ap
peared, that is to say, they were in the
new ballroom before their host. Indeed,
the musicians had not arrived, and Nel
son, an aged negro servitor, was engaged
In lighting the house.
The crafty pair had planned this early
descent with a view to monopoly by
right of priority, in case the game proved
worth the candle, and they were leaning
effectively against the little railing about
the musicians platform when Mr. Carewe
entered the room with his daughter on
his arm.
She was In white, touched with count
less small lavender flowers; there were
rows and rows of wonderful silk and lace
flounces on her skirt and her fan hung
from a rope of great pearls. Ah, hideous,
blue, rough cloth of the convent, unfor
tunately, but laid aside forever, what a
chrysalis you were!
Tapplngham twitched his companion's
sleeve, but the general was already pos
ing; and neither heard the words of pre
sentation, because Miss Betty gave each
cf them a quick look, then smiled upon
them as they bowed; the slayers were
prostrated before their prey. Never were
lady-killers more instantaneously tamed
and subjugated by the power of the femi
nine eye. Will Cummlngs came In soon,
and almost upon his heels Eugene .Mad
rlllon and young Frank Chenoweth. No
others appeared for half an hour, and the
five gentlemen looked at one another
aside, each divining his own diplomacy
In his fellow's eye, and each laboriously
explaining to the others his own mistake
books at all formerly," because they do not
need material relief, but. nevertheless, -the
total number of dependent families has
grown smaller while the city has grown
larger. Pauperism Is beings reduced and
not merely relieved; and with the better
work now done, and the better outside In
fluences, still better results can be ex
pected In the near future. Nearly all vol
untary poverty rests on some fault of
SONGS AND THEIR AUTHORS
Baby May.
William Cox Bennett was born at Green
wich, England, October 14, 1820, and died
at Blackheath, March 4. 1S95. Many of
his songs enjoyed wide popularity, and,
according to one critic, "his work shows
facility of execution and considerable
range of feeling." Mr. Bennett's activities
were mainly educational and reformatory.
Americans are Indebted to him for his
successful efforts to have a bust of Long
fellow placed in Westminster Abbey, Lon
don, where the ashes of many eminent
men are at rest. One of Mr. Bennett's
popular songs is a tribute to his own
baby:
Cheeks as soft as July peaches;
Lips whose dewy scarlet teaches
Popples paleness; round large eyes
Ever great with new surprise;
Minutes filled with shadeless gladness;
Minutes Just as brimmed with sadness;
Eappy smiles and walling- cries;
Crows, and laughs, and tearful eyes;
Lights and shadows, swifter born
Than oa wind-swept Autumn com;
Ever soma new tiny notion.
Making- every limb all motion;
Catchlngs up of legs and arms;
Throwing back and small alarms;
Clutching fingers: straightening Jerks;
Twining feet whose'each too works;
Kicking up and straining rtsmga;
Mother's ever new sorprlslngs;
Hands .all wants and looks all wonder
At all things the heavens under;
Tiny scorns of smiled reprovlngs
That have wore of love than lovtogs;
Mischiefs dons with such a. winning:
Arcbaees taat we prise ssca stasia;
in regard to the hour designated upon
Mr. Carewe's cards of invitation. This
small embarrassment, however, did not
prevent General Trumble and young Mr.
Chenb.weth from coming to high words
over Miss Carewe's little, gllt-flligreo
"programme' of, dances.
It may not be untimely to remark, also,
of these five redoubtable beaux,-that, dwv
lnc the evening ,it occurred to every one
of them to be glad that Cralley Gray was
letrothed to Fanchon Bareaud, and that
he was down on the Rouen River with a
canoe, a rod a,nd a tent. Nay, without
more word.s. to declare the truth in re
gard to Cralley, .they felt greater security
In his, ebsence. from the field than In his
he.trothaL As 3Ir. Chenoweth, a youth as
i pen as o'ut-o,f-ilours, both In countenance
and rclrid.. observed plaintively to Tap
plngham Marsh In a corner, while they
watched Miss Betty's lavender flowers
miraculously swirling through a quadrille:
"Craile3 you know well, Cralley's been
engaged before!" It was not Mr. Cheno
wcth's habit to disguise his apprehensions,
and Cralley Gray would not fish for bass
forever.
The same Chenoweth was he, who, mad
dened by the General's triumphantly fa
miliar way of toying with Miss Betty's
in Detween two dances, attempted to
propose to her during the sunrise waltz.
Having sung "Oh, believe me" in her ear
as loudly as he could, he expressed the
wish quite as loudly, "That this waltz
might last for always!"
That was the seventh time it had been
said to Betty during the night, and though
.air. unenoweth s predecessors had re
vealed their desires In a guise lacking
tnis prodigious artlessness, she already
possessed no novel acquaintance with tho
exclamation. But she' made no comment:
her partner's style was not a stimulant to
repartee. "It would be heaven," he ampli
fied earnestly, "It would be heaven to
dance with you forever on a desert isle
where the others couldn't come!" He
finished with sudden acerbity as his eye
caught the General's.
He proceeded, and only the cessation ot
the music aided Miss Carewe in stopping
the declaration before it was altogether
out; and at that point Frank's own father
came to her rescue, though In a fashion
little saving of her confusion. The elder
Chenoweth was one ot the gallant and
kindly Southern colony that made it natu
ral for Rouen always to speak of Miss
Carewe as "Miss Betty." He was a hand
some old fellow, whose hair, long mus
tache and imperials were as white as he
was proud of them, a "Virginian with the
admirable Southern fearlessness of being
thought sentimental. Mounting a chair
with complete dignity, he lifted a glass
of wine high In the air, and, when all the
other glasses had been filled, proposed the
health of his young hostess. He made a
spaech of some length, pronouncing him
self quite as hopelessly in love with his
old friend'a daughter as all could see his
own son was; and wishing her long life
and prosperity, with many allusions to
fragrant bowers and tho Muses.
"it made Miss Betty happy, but it was
rather trying, too, for she could only stand
with downcast eyes before them all, trem
bling a little, and receiving a mixed Im
pression of Mr. Chenoweth's remarks,
catching fragments here and there. "And
may the blush, upon that gentle cheek,
lovelier than the radiant clouds at set of
sun." and "Yet the sands of the hour
glass must fall, and In the calm and beau
teous old age some day to "be her lot, when
fond mem'ry leads her back to view again
the brilliant scene about her now, where
stand 'fair women and brave men," wine
cup In hand to do her honor, oh, may she
wipe the silent tear," and the like. As
the old gentleman finished, and before
the toast was drunk, Fanchon Bareaud,
kissing her hand to Betty, took up the
song again; and they all joined jn, lifting
their glasses to the blushing and happy
girl clinging to her father's arm:
Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment
thou art.
Let thy loveliness fade as It will;
And around the dear ruin, each wish' of my
heart.
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
They were happy people who had not
learned to be self-consclous enough to
fear doing a pretty thing openly without
mocking themselves for it; and it was a
brave circle they made about Betty Ca
rewe, the charming faces of the women
and their fine furbelows, handsome men
and tall, all so gray, so cheerily smiling,
and yet so earnest In their welcome to
her. No one waa afraid to "let out" his
voice; their song went full and strong
over the waking town, and when it was
finished the ball waa over, too.
The veranda and the path to the gato
became like tropic gardens, the fair colors
of the women's dresses, ballooning in the
early breeze, making the place seem
strewn with giant blossoms. They all
went away at the same time, those in
carriages calling farewells to each other
and to the little processions departing on
fobt In different directions to homes near
by. The sound of the voices and laughter
drew away, slowly died out altogether,
and the alienee of the street was strange
and unfamiliar to Betty. She went to the
hedge and watched tho musicians, who
-were the last to go, until they passed from
sight: little black toilsome figures, carry-
By FREDERICK ALM?
Chairman of Committee for National Conference of Charities.
character on sloth or appetite or weak
will and It is here that the churches
help. Even with the aid of all the new
social forces, it is slow work, but it is
succeeding. To the end of the world, as
f long as "human nature and human insti
tutions are imperfect, there will be richer
and poorer, but the squalid, bestial pov
erty of tho past la certainly passing.
Buffalo. N. Y.
Breaking dire of plates and glasses;
Grasplngs small at all that passes;
Pulllngs off of all that's able
To ba caught from tray- or table;
Silences small meditations
Deep as thoughts as cares for nations
Breaking Into wisest speeches
In a tongue that nothing-teaches;
All the thoughts ot whose possessing
Must be wooed, to light by guessing:
Slumbers such sweet angel-seemmgs
That we'd ever have suchxireaxnlcgs;
Tilt from sleep wo see thee breaking;
And we'd always have the- waking;
Wealth for which we know no measure;
Pleasures high above all pleasure;
Gladness brimming over gladness;
Joy In care; delight In sadness;
Loveliness beyond completeness;
Sweetness distancing: all sweetness;
Beauty all that beauty may be
That's May Bennett: that's my baby.
Oae Wobsb'j XJniqae Vocatloa.
A very unique position Is held In the
City of St. Louis by Mrs. Graham Frost.
In one of the first banks there she occu
pies a position known as that of the
"hostess." Her duty Is to explain bank
ing methods to the woman patrons, thus
relieving them of embarrassment and ex
pediting the course of business. Mrs.
Frost finds that nearly all women need
Instruction as to the clipping of coupons,
renting safe deposit boxesr real estate
.matters, redemption and exchange of
money, and so forth. Beneficial results
have accrued to the bank from Mrs.
Frost's employment, the volume of busi
ness being greatly Increased. It has al
ready 6069 women depositors.
Ing grotesque black boxes. While she
could still see them, it seemed to her that
her ball was not quite over, and she
wished to hold the least speck of it as
long as she could; but when they had dis
appeared, she faced the truth with a deep
sigh; the long, glorious night wa!s finished
indeed.
What she needed now was another girl;
the two would have gone to Betty's room
and danced It all over again until noon;
but she had only her father. She found
him smoking a Principe cigar upon the
veranda, ao jhe seated herself timidly,
nevertheless with a hopeful glance at him,
on thest,eps at his feet: and, as she did
so, he looked down upon her with some
thing more akin to geniality than any
thing she had ever seen in his eye before.
It was not geniality itself, but might
be third cousin to it. Indeed, In his
way, he was almost proud of her, though
he bad no wish to 'show it. Since one
was compelled to display the fact that
one possessed a grown daughter, it was
well that she be like this one.
They did not know each other very well,
and she often doubted that they would
ever bc ome Intimate. There was no
sense of companionship for either in the
other; she bad .been unable to break
through his perfuncotry, almost formal,
manner with her; therefore, because he
encouraged no affection iu her, she felt
none, and wondered why. since he was
her father. She was more curious about
him than Interested, and. though she did
not know it, she was prepared to judge
him should occasion arise precisely aj
she would Judge any other mere acquaint .
tance. This morning, for the first time.
she was conscious of a sense of warmth
and gratitude toward him; the elaborate
fashion in which he had introduced her
to his friends made it appear possible that
he liked her; for he had forgotten noth
ing, and to remember everything In thin
case was to be lavish, which has often the
appearance, of generosity.
And yet there had been a lack; some
small thing she had missed, though she
was not entirely sure that she identified It;
but the lack bad not been in her father
or In anything he had done. Then, too,
there was something so unexpectedly hu
man and pleasant in hlu not going to bed
at once, but remaining to smoke on the
veranda at this hour, that she gave him
credit for a little of her own excitement,
innocently fancying that he, also, might
feel the need of a companion with whom
to talk over the brilliant passages of the
night. And a moment ensued when she
debated taking his hand. She was too
soon glad that her Intuition forbade the
demonstration.
"It was all so beautiful, papa," she said,
timidly. "I have no way to tell you how
I thank you."
"You may do that," he replied, evenly,
with no unklndness. with no kindness,
either, In tho level of his tone, "by never
dancing again more than twice with one
man In one evening."
"I think I should much prefer not, my
self," she returned, lifting her head to
face him gravely. "I believe If I cared
to dance more than once with one I
should like to dance all of them with
him."
Mr. Carewe frowned. "I trust that you
discovered none last night whom you
wished to honor with your entire pro
gramme?" "No," she laughed, "not last night."
Her father tossed away his cigar abrupt
ly. "Is It too much to hope," he Inquired,
that when you discover a gentleman with
whom you desire to waltz all night, you
will omit to mention the fact to him?"
There was a brief flash of her eye as
she recalled her impulse to take his hand,
but she immediately looked at him with
such complete seriousness that he feared
his irony had been thrown away.
"111 remember not to mention it," she
answered. "I'll tell him you told me not
to."
"I think you may retire now," said Mr.
Carewe, sharply.
She rose from the steps, went to the
door, then turned at the threshold. "Were
all your friends here, papa?"
"Do you think that every ninny who
gabbled in my house last night was my
friend?" he said, angrily. "There was
one friend of mine, Mrs. Tanberry, who
wasn't here, because she is out of town;
but I do not imagine you are Inquiring
about women. You mean: Was every
unmarried male idiot who could afford a
swallow-tall coat and a clean pair of
gloves cavorting about the place? Yes,
miss, they were all here except two, and
one of those Is a fool, the other a knave."
"Can't I know the fool? she asked,
eagerly".
"I rejojee to find them so rare In your
experience!" ho retorted. "This one is
out of town, though I have no doubt you
will see him sufficiently often when he re
turns. His name is Cralley Gray, and
he Is to marry Fanchon Bareaud If he
remembers."
"And the knave?"
"Is one!" Carewe shut his teeth with
a venomous snap, and his whole face red
dened suddenly. "I'll mention this fellow
once now," he said, speaking each word
with emphasis. His name Is Vanrevel.
You see that gate; you see the line of my
property there; the man himself, as well
as every other person In tho town, re
members well that the last time I spokt
to him. It was to tell him that If he ever
set fqot on ground of mine I'd shoot him
down, and he knows, and they all know, I
shall keep my word! Elsewhere, I told
him that for the sake of public peace, I
-should Ignore him. I do. You will see
"him everywhere; but it will not be diffi
cult; no one will have the hardihood to
present him to my daughter. The quarrel
between us" Mr. Carewe,broko off for a
moment, his hands clinching the arms of
his chair, while he swallowed with diffi
culty, as though he choked upon some
acrid bolus, and he was so strongly agi
tated by hla own mention of his enemy
that he controlled himself by a painful
effort of his will. "The quarrel between
us Is political and personal. You will
remember."
"I shall remember," she answered In a
rather frightened voice.'
It was long before she fell asleep. "I
alone must hover about the gates or steal
Into your garden like a thief." the Incroy
able had said. "The last time I spoke
to him it was to tell him that If he .ever
set foot on ground of mine. I'd shoot him
down!" had been her father's declaration.
And Mr. Carewe had spoken with the
most undeniable air of meaning what he
said. Yet she knew that the Incroyable
would come again.
Also, with hot cheeks pressed Into her
pillow. Miss Betty had Identified the young
roan in the white hat. that dark person
whose hand she had far too impetuously
seized in "both of hers. Aha! It was this
gentleman who looked into people's eyes
and stammered so sincerely over a pretty
speech that you almost believed him. It
was he who was to marry Fanchon Bar
eaud "If he remembers!" No wonder
Fanchon had been In such a hurry to get
him away. If he remembers.!" Such was
that young man's Aaracter, was it? Miss
Carewe laughed aloud to her pillow; for,
was one to guess the reason, also, of his
not having come to her ball? Had tho
poor man been commanded to be "out of
town?"
Then, remembering the piquant and gen
erous face of Fanchon, Betjy clinched
her fingers tightly and crushed tho Imp
who suggested the unworthy thought,
crushed, him to a wretched pulp and threw
him out of the open window. He Imme
diately sneaked In by the back wayr for.
In spite of her victory, she still felt a little
sorry for poor Fanchon.
(To be continued.