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T ci-cene City Guard ..tf JAN 'Correspondents. . i deonrtment of ' iJirPKLY GUARD Is eiuied it " :. a ..ki. the 1 ..iHarable trouble Dy corro fSSSS .ddre.slna (ho pro- Ztors personally. Address eu P-tt rePforrl no to , the newsos GUARD. ugene, Oregon letters oer c With to r0 r....-fr.rGUAt bug never hear the lat of th peculiar exchange. Reports have leen com ing that Lady Sarah tnadi things very uncorafor'able fir her Boer oaptors by reason of being the possessor of a peculiarly gilted tongue for invective, and thin likely accounts for the odd exchange. Tbey were willing to take anvihn.g in order v get rid of her. ;r.ar..or t r. 11 ej Ati asset a b II 1 B ABOUT BHKBIFif WITHEhB. The Junction City Times has an wticle this week on local politics ..i. ) it nave that "before the dtfalcation of Deputy 8berifi Dsy tbe powers that b9 were groominf, Fred Fiek for sheriff." We are not aware of the source from whioh the Times obUined suoh information, botareof the opinion that it is very unreliable. Among the Democrats and Popu lists who so loyally supported the Onion ticket we have not st any time heard any question rained as to tbe wiBdom and propriety of nominating Sheriff Wither for tbe second term. His management of the office baa been above reproach, besides the great lose he sustained through the criminal action of a trusted, but faithless deputy makes his renominstioo limply a matter of justice. It may be well to set Deputy Sherifl FiBk right before the public. Not only has there never been the last question as to the propriety of renominating Sheriff Withers, but Mr Fisk never entertained a thought of becoming a candidate against the man who furnishes him employment. Fred Fisk is an honorable man, and would not nnder any circumstance become a candidate against his chief with whom be holds the peculiarly con fidential relations that, more than in any other county office, attach to that of the sheriff. SOWS TAKIKF I iiMtK t M I' . Wallowa Chieftain: Tbe price ot wool is now nearing the mark that it should reach under tbe present tariff laws. The supply that was rushed in by the manu facturers under free trade ha at last been exhausted. Vool that was worth from 6 to 8 cents under tbe Wilson law, will be worth 17 to 19 cents per pound under the Mc Kinley law. The present tariff Uw was passed in the early summer of 1897, two and one-half years ago. The sup ply that was "rushed" in has held out a long time. But some excuse must be made for former low pricee of wool since the passage of tbe high tariff act. It might not be superfluous to inform the Chieftain editor that wool is worth "17 to 19 cents," and more, in the world's markets where "the McKinley law" cannot possibly affect values. A recent writer advises thoe who wish to know something of Niagara Falls t go soon, becauee, in addition to tbe water already ab stracted for power, more and more is being taken "with a wise cau tion so aa not to strain the patience of grandeur lovers to the breaking point." Water to produce 100,000 horse-power is about to be taken by a Canadian company and tbe time is within computable distance when all that remains to be seen will be a an . a ary wan over which the river once poured. BttlTlBH MILITARY STRENGTH The law of Great Britain forbids the Queen to maintain any stand ing army whatever except by per mission of Parliament. And eyery year Parliament passes an army bill authorizing the maintenance of an army of oarefully specified strength. The army thus maintained con sists of regular forces, first reserves, second reserves, militia, yeoman and volunteers. The total home and colonial forces amounts to 663,259 men. The regular forces of the Indian establishment number 79,163, making a grand tital of 742,422 men. This is ihe army to which the South African republics have thrown down the gauntlet. In an emergency about one-half of it iuld be sent to South Africa. That is to say, in order to win in the struggle, the Boers, in tbe last ex tremity, would haye to meet and overcome British armies aggrega ting about 350.000 men. Lady Sarah Wilson of London probably wishes the Boers had kept her a prisoner. She was exobanged for a notorious Boer horse thief and convict. The horselaugh is cer tainly on Lady Sarah, and she will The tin ill on bops under the Mc Kinley law is 8 cents a pound. Une of our leading Douglas county growers recently sold his crop for 4J cents a pound. Uoseburg Re view. The farmer's whett that is being sold for less than forty cents a bushel is "protected" against "foreign competition" by a duty ol twenty-five cents a bushel. Such protection is a fraud and exists only on tbe pater on which the tariff law is printed. He finds the genuine article of protection though, supplemented by trusts, when he buys many ot the neces saries of life. A very good reason for the enact nient of tbe Oregon libil law i given by the Baker City Republi can. It saye: "There is a stringent law against publishing the names of debtors in any form that is public, and even a dun written on a postal card and sent through the mails subjects the sender to a heavy fine. The law contemplates that a man is not oblige 1 to credit another and, if he loes so, he has his recourse at law wnl cannot injure the debtor in any ither public way." An old resident of New York re calls the time when he saw on ad joining buildingB in Burling Sup these three Bigns: "Daniel Tie mann, Paints and Oils;" "Peter Cooper, Glue;" "Oyrus W Field. Rags." Tiemann became Mayor of New York; Cooper founded Cooper Institute; Field organized the Atlantic Telegraph Company. Field and Cooper were millionaires long before tbey died. The Salem Journal may find out that a Btrict libel law has a place among the etatutets of Oregon. Here is the offense: "A humble little cow that can produce her weight in golden but ter eyery year outranks even a member of the Oregon legislature as a producer of good." The flow ol gold to Europe causes uneasiness among financial mag nates. Ifit continues for a few months Renublican leaders now wrangling over the question of who . . . i . I "!. 1 Mrote the gold plans: in tne v-mcago platform will not be so anxious for the honor. Now that Mr McKioley has come out for Seoretary Root as his side partner, on next year's ticket, Teddy Roosevelt is more certain than ever that he dose not wish Becond place on the ticket. When Congressman Terry, of Arkansas, wished to call an utter ance by a member of tbe House an untruth he Pimply said: 'The gentle man thinks what Pat'erson dreamt; Patterson dreamt a lie." The British soldier could not have wished for a hotter Christmaa than that furnished them in South Africa. Plenty of fighting with tbe thermometer 102 in the Bbade. Both Lord Roberts and Kitohener. who are to look after John Bull's interests in South Africa, are Irish men. 4ft Y V A Ruth Kcaygu wn talking sotnsstlj m th W who ant next tier In the train Irani N'orthanDtoa one June tiny. "N': everything is over la-twccn John B.i!. i mi. I in..," . was -in ing vehe mently, "FnUMM, I scut that gentleman an Invitation tO the Junior prom, two months BgO, atiil be not Sail never an- iwarad tiir latter, bat went to the prom, with inothsc girl. Hiu-h rudoueool I've w iit hui'k nil hl presents anil never want to nee him again. Hut. fur that matter. I inppost l -hall. ii. I gfi borne. Hi- livsa jiiKt next ili"ir unit !..i . goes home us mm uk college i out." "Why, ituth," suddenly ejaculated bet frieinl, looking out of the window. "Here's your station. Hurry, doer, or you'll lie Inte. Gomlhy, nml we'll meet ngaiu ut Smith in September." "Poor John Maker, Jr.! I pity him when they meet," she mlileil to herself, a she Wgtchod ltuth aelze her umbrella mill suit eaae nml hurry off the ear. Perrington, the driver ol the old yellow eoech thai connected the little out "f the way town of Thonnlale with the rest "f the worlil. was looking up nuil down the platform. His oi.l eyes brightened when he saw ltuth. "Hen hoplu ycr'd come on thai train," he cried, tukiug her baggage checks. "Jump right in. There's only one Other passenger, nml I reckon fW know him." He opened the coach door, and the girl Stepped in. With a craek of the whip they were i.(T, almost before ltuth luul time in recognise In her fellow paatensjec John Huker, Jr. "(! I evening." lie snid coldly. "li I evening," wns bin eipinlly chilly renlj John Huker became al ones ah- mirlM I In the erenlng'a newa. The couch Jolted mi over hilla nml boilOWe. " 'I'eara to tue," remarked old Furring ton. piittiiig bin head in the window, "y ain't got ao tniieh to aay to eneh other na usual. Your folka goiu to meet yer at the village, Mi.s ltuth.'" "They don't ex pod ma tonight." ltuth answered brightly. "Hut Jerry always COBSS down about thia time for the mail, and 1 ahall ride back with him." "John goin with yer?" "If be llkea," abe said, atltUy. "I ahall walk tonight. I'm not going di rectly home," came decidedly from John Baker, buried behind his pnper. oho:" aaid old Harrington, softly. Ho shook his bead once or twice, but aaid DO more. "Don't aee your wagon bcreabouta, Miaa Ituth." he ventured to remnrk as he handed down her auit raav at the end of the route. "It will be right along, and I'm in mi hurry." Ami she sat down on the nst olt'ne atupa to wait. John Haker atrode off without a word. Tbe inlnutea passed, hut no wagon came. After a time the postmistress came to the door. "You ain't waiting for your Jerry. I hope. Misa Kenyou," abe said, "for he aaid this morning he waan't coming again today." "Thank you," replied the girl, with rather a vexed laugh. "Then I miiat wulk." She picked up her auit case ami atnrtisl down tin- long, dusty mini. The apirita of our college girl drooped aa alio plodded on in the hot summer twilight, from time to time ahiftlng from one baud to the other her heavy dreaa auit case. She began to think resentfully of all auo had craini I into it at the last moment, parttenlariy of l" different photographs of the same Yale aeuior, nil of them dnted before that juuior prom. Then there trim a abiirp atop behind her. Looking tpjiekly back, she confront ed John Haker. "ltuth:" be said angrily, "they told mo you had atarted, ao I followed. This la no place for n girl to be alone." lie glanced ulniut at the gathering darkness. "Lot me curry that suit cane. It'a too heavy for you." ltuth Kenyan suddenly straightened like a ramrod, and her eyes flashed, but she made no answer. John Haker'a wrath biaxial higher. "Miss Kenyon, I must And out what nil this outrugeoua treat ment of me means, I will not stand it any longer!" "I will not discuss that matter now. Mr. Haker," she broke in. Haker wiped a perspiring brow ami gave up in despair. The walk Homed endless, but at last the Kenyon bouse appeared at the end of a long pasture, which was separated from the road by a high stone wall. Be fore John Haker noticed what she was going to do, ltuth had turned, placed her Bult case on top of the wall and climbed up herself. How it hu unfiled, neither of them ever clearly knew. Instantly there was a roll ing sound, a crash, and a moment Inter John was over the wall lifting the girl's i, rostrate liL-ure from the groiinil. in nia ixdtement be forgOl everything except that the girl bo loved lay motionless ne fore him. "Ruth." he cried, brokenly, "are you hurt badly 1 Bpoak, dear." At bis words she staggered .o her feet. "I'm not hurt much. That case made mc slip," she said, but her llpa were pale and trembling. "Thank you," she add ed, aa he handed her a letter which lay on' the ground wheuo she had fallen. In the bright moonlight she rend the address written In her own handwriting, Mr. John Haker, Jr., Yale iinivcisily, New Haven, Coun. "John!" she cried, suddenly fin ing Dim. "Light n match." And a minute Inter "John Htiter," she sobbed, "it was all my fault. I thought you weren't a gen tleman for not answering my Invitation to the Junior promenade, when I never mailed the letter. It must have been in that suit case nil this time. Can we ever bo frlonda again. John?" "No," Baid ho, springing forward with a cry of joy. "We can't be simply friends. It'a got to be something more than friends thia time, Ituth." John Haker paused on his front door step before going in tliut night to look up ut a bright light in the bouse uext door. "Poor girl, she did hurt herself," ho auid gently. "And it was all on ac count of that pliiguoy suit cae. Hut I was desperate) end it gave me a chance to toll her bow I feel about us two. any way." He laughed softly, then opened the door and went in. Uoatoii Host. TneU nml Tnet. He afared at her with bulging eyes. She bud a boxing glove on her b it hand Od a hammer in her right. "M my dear." he stammered, "wh-wbut gre you going to do 7" "Idiot," she snapped, "I'm golog to drive tacks," Cleveland Plain Dealer. AT LAST. "I'll Dot nave her in the house; I tell you I will not- ami with that helpless little baggage whluiug aniuotl her too! Where would Ik- my QUjot and comfort?" Horatio Heath!" The pale facts! woman looked up one stem, swift glance. They were a strange pair, thia brother ami sister, living alone, far out from the busy, gossiping village. There had been a younger brother, long go. A fair haired, blue eyed boy, the pride aud pet of the family, and to him the partial father was going to leave his farm and money. The elder brother. Ho ratio, was strong muscled and miserly. He already owned a good bit of land and wna claiming bi wages regularly every year. Hmiiiab, the one daughter, was provid isl for by being tbe heiress of a maiden aunt, aud ao old Fanuei Heath, whose practical, hard working wife bud died when tbe Intl.. Kdward Uvervtt was bom, made au idol of that fair browed baby; loved and petted him beyond alt reason, had blm educnted i s) the beat schools, nnd, na a crowning piece of ex travagance and folly, actually brought borne n secondhand ptatm mid would ait for hours listening to Everett's ion, mu sical voice and simple accompaniments aa ho sang and played In the twilight. Presently the boy announced that bo was going to bo married. Within a your the father died suddenly, ami neither will nor money could be found in the house. There was a thor ough tiut useless search made. Horatio ami Hannah chose the apprais era, aud all the real and personal eatate was divided into three parts aud apprais ed according to law. Everett was to take his portion nml leave. And thus it came about that Ev erett and his young wife were lauuebed upon the world with only a few huudred dollars between them aud absolute want. as Ton years went by, aud a rumor reach ed the old Heath farm that Everett was dead aud his wife and child were coming back to the village for assistance. "I suppose tbey might come here," said Hannah doubtfully, ami that provoked the grumble with which this story opens. They did Dot live happily together, this stern faced sister and iuurrolsouie broth er. Horatio Heath went dowu to tbe long meadow alone to ace If the fences were In order, ao that ho could turn the cuttlo In without fear of their tiudlug their way on to the railroad. "That peaky wall and bank," ho grum bled, "is altera a-cavin in. and I have It to mend, for they never think o' touchtn it. I wouldn't mind It If it came down on to the track some day umi stopped the trains for awhile, long enough to let 'em know their duty." Even as he Spoke the treacherous hank, washed by the heavy spring rains, camo slipping down, and a . heavy bowlder striking him unexpectedly throw him ou bis face. "Help, help!" he screuinisj, writhing about and Irving to riae in vain. "Help, help!" he called again, and n bright little, face peered over the crumbling, shelving bank. "Are you hurt '!" naked a childish voice. "Yes, I'm SWtuUy hurt," ho gronned. "Go for help, do, and get mo out of this." "Oh, dear me, there cornea the train!" piped the little voice. "I can see it slow ing up at Meadow atutlon. Where's a stick?" I must have a stick. Let mo have your cane." And, snatching off her little red petti coat, she tied it to the stout walking stick the farmer had dropped and went flying up the track in the very face and eyes of the advancing engine. Fortunately they snw her iu time to stop the train, ami n strong armed fire man licked up the little creature as she stood trembling with excitement and ex ertion and Just ready to fall. She told them of the caving bank Just around the curve ami the man with his head on the rail. They soon rescued the fnrmer from his perilous position nnd found that both legs wore broken and his collar bone dislocat ed. When they were taking him home, ho would have the little heroine who had saved bis life go, too, but she had slipped away and was nowhere to be found. Of course in a place like that the little stranger could not long remain hidden, nnd it wns known all over the vlllago long before It reached Heath farm that Horatio Heath had been saved from a horrible death by his brother Everett's little daughter. For Horatio Heath was raving in the delirium of n fever. Suddenly waking out of a long, lethar gic sleep, the sick tnuti, staring in tbe doctor's face, uskod: "Where is that child?" She is down in the village," aaid the doctor soothingly, not quite sure If his patient was anno even then. "1 have aeeu her bright eyes looking at me day and night," said the mull. "I wnnt to see her. I'll give her uruifuls of gold, whole uruifuls." "I'll bring her here if you would like to BCe her," said the doctor. "Oh, I would Is- ao glad ao gladl muttered the sick man. "I believe I can't die without seeing her once more." Ho the next day the little girl stood, hushed and frightened. In the sick room. "Tell the gentleman what your nume Is," snid the doctor. "Lucy Heath, sir," was the reply. "Lucy llenth! Mother's name! Who are you?" questioned the sick man wildly. "It's your brother's daughter," the doc tor aaid, answering for the child. "But your father is dead," persisted the sick man, "and you are very poor." "My papa was a teacher, and he's not dead a bit," was the resolute reply. But Horatio Heath had met with a change of henrt while he struggled there between life mid death with the horrible sound of the coming train ringing iu hie cars. And he would not be sntlsfiod until he bud brought his brother back to the old place ami shared bia wealth with him. New York News. lr 'WIsrirrriWltSl. Wri'i '-rmr-ihiirln I MCI UldULUUC, Coats ta Kit Hunchbacks. A curious illustration of the advance of the cutter's art is shown nowaday! in the making of clothes for hunchback men. Forty years ago, 11 middle aged persons can recall, the coat of a hunch back man wua likely to fall more or leas loosely from him, while now his coat la made to tit him, aa far as fit goes, as well aa any man's. While the tailor over comes many ordinary defects of mini in fashioning his clothes be cannot, of course, overcome this one, but he cau cut garments that will niitke the least of it and will fit the wearer with the same ap pearance of triuiiiesa a that which char acterixes every garment designed with care, and that ia what he does. New York Bun. iwAwMAA4A Tbe snow lay very dis'p that year at Clinton Beeches, umi old Bchooimastof Itutlord was more feeble than usuul. And, what with Muria's sewing being Interrupted and a new milliner ami dress maker having set up nt Beech village, limes were very bard. "You must get me some more Ufoodi Billy," she said to her little brother. 'The lire nearly went out this morning when you were at achool, and the SUOW Wia too doep for me to get out to the Wood pile." "Wood pile's all gone." said B i'y. bit Ing a semicircular piece OUl of bis bread "been gone for n week." "Gracious me!" cried pool Maria. "And where baa all the wood eoiue from that w.'ve been burning?" "I've been ripping the thorns 08 the ghost house feme." observed Billy, "I saw the other fellows doing it. -.. why shouldn't I? And I've chopped up all the o,s In the stable." "But, Billy, that ia stealing!" said Maria. "No, it ain't," announced Billy, with the nlr of one who felt himself an au thority OU the subject. "The old fellow that tsuight the ghost house ha- sold the property to the railway company. and they're going to lay a line of rails right through the back garden. The old house would have In pulled to pieces long ngo if folks hadn't been afraid of the ghost, and I nay as well have a pull at It aa any oue else." "I am quite sure that John Gregory will lend us wood until I am able to or der a fresh load if you go down and iisk him." "Here he comes now." snid Billy, who had been flattening his nose against the window glnsB. "I think you'd better borrow it yourself." "Comln this way," snid ho, "thought I'd stop and Inquire how the old school master is." "Pa's pretty feeble," Sighed Maria. "He'll soon mend again once the spring acts in," said John, encouragingly. "Any thing I can do for you, Maria, dowu iu the village?" "I need some more wood," aaid Maria, wistfully, "but I cau't pay for it before pa's annuity money comes in." "Oh. get out!" said John, "l'ay for it. Indeed! When our woodland is auf ferifl yea, actually aulTcrln- to be tbln ued out. I'll send you down a load, Ma ria, when" "1 am not a beggar!" said Maria (Clif ford, with some pride. "Well, If you llud a load left at your shed door oue o' these days, you'll know what It means," said he. "Don't you want to run down the road 11 piece, Maria? I'm goin to the ghost house." "To the ghost bouse!'' said Maria Huf ford. "What for?" "After a big mahogany chair that was left there," said John. "Old Dawton la a curiosity collector, and he's bought it tor eT. He's got me to take it to the sta tion. He's goiu to send it down to a place in London where they expect to sell It for much more. I'm told folks nro goin risen craay about such obi things." "Hallo!" cried Billy, jumping down from the window sent. "We burned up that chair, Maria, the day you wanted the oven hot last week." lie t nmed a somersault out of the r 1. and poor Maria, with downcast eves ami burning cheeks, was forcisj to explain the whole thing to John Gregory. "Well, if this isn't n tix," said that in dividual, with a long low whistle. "How am I to fetch the big chair down to the railway station If there's none to fetch?" "Oh, John, John, what shall we do?" groaned poor Maria. "Ho you suppose one of Grandmother Itutlord a old chairs would do as well? There's half a dozen of them that have stood there ever since I was a child. They're dreadfully old fashioned." And the result of the inspection wna that oue of Grandmother HufTord's high shouldered old chairs was cheerfully brought dowu stairs mid lifted into Johu'a cart. John Gregory camo up again within a week or two. "Well, Maria," said he, "I've got a customer for another o' them old chairs. There's a lady In London has seen that one and offered f'J.'i for it, but It was bo spoke. 80 when old Pawtou told me 0 it, Buys I. 'I know whore I can got an other of the same pattern, or aa near like it aa can bo.' Says he, 'Semi It to my hop then.' And If you're wlUln to sell it on thoso toniiB" The old Hufford cbalrB were In night out of their dim receptacle in the gar ret and sold, odo by one, to eager dil ettanti a battered old wardrobe waa "fixed up" by John Gregory, mid a spiu dlo legged table followed close slid hard upon It, until Maria's wood pile nml flour barrel were replenished, a new carpet was bought for Grandfather Itufford'a room, and the rent and the grocer's bills were triumphantly paid. "It'a as if we'd found n bag ot gold," said Maria, with tears in her eyea. "Aud it'a all your doings, John." "If you're really so grateful to inu" "Well?" "There's a way you might show It." "I can't thlok what you mean, John." "Well, it's Dot for lack 0 explainin It," sighed the fuithful John. "I wnnt yOD to marry me, Maria. Isn't that plain enough?" "Oh, John, when you know I can't leave pa!" "Well, then, let me come hero to live. I've no wish to part you from your fa ther." "Well, John, If pa ia willlng"- Joho rose iiuletly, but reaolutely. He grasped the vegetable pan and lifted It carefully off the lire. "John," cried Maria, "what are you going to do?" "To klsa you, Mario." "But, John, the potatoes nreu't done." "Let the potatoea wait," said John. "I've waited long enough." London News. A New VersloD. "I have a very Interesting German friend," said a well known business man, "and he amuses DM very much by trying to use American slang like 11 native One expresaion that particularly caught his fancy was 'By Jinilny.' But his version la original, though In- doesn't inteud it to be. The nearest be CSO come to It Is 'By Jimmy,' and tbut's hut he always says. "The other day I bad letter from him that shows that his slung vocabulary is luci easing. He wns . 1 iliing some goods that were unusually line nnd not what everybody would be likely to have. Iu fact, to quote him, they were something that couldn't be bought by every 'Tom, Dlek and ByejrV POtrotl Free Tress. AN fNCORRfGIBLE. "Cousin Ferry has returned from hit wanderings," announced Mrs. Brand, n berg, luylug down her paper. "1 do wish Mortn ,r, that he would marry ami settle down. But I fear he's Incor rigible." Mr Brandeuberg laughed. "I suppose you've already picked out tbe girl, slid Fere) will have her for dinner aud tea, for ball and luncheon, at charoiing little tcti-a tete meetings, etc., until he'll have to give in from sheer helplessness and marry her." "I full to understand you, Mortimer," laid lua wife croaaly. Tonic, now, don't get angry. Floss; but you know you love nothlug half so well as making a inateb for people who an- too stupid to arrange one for th, m Mire. But you must confess there an Just two people you cannot do anything with, PeSCy and Virginia Tarcltoii." "Go away. Mortimer, and dou't In' so silly. I tell you they were made for each other, ami 1 am only doing my duty in I bringing them together," said Mrs. Brandeuberg, tossing her head defiantly. "Gang yer own gslt, missus," rcpliisj her husband smilingly, "nnd meet w lib defeat But I'll WagOt that is all you'll I meet." "What'll you wager?" queried the little ' woman briskly. "The price of your portrait painted by Clint run." ho responded, couildcut that he would never have to pay It. "Done! And I intend to win," Mrs. 1 Brandenharj cried gleefully just us, by a I strange coincidence, the door was thrown ! open nnd Virginia Tarcltou was an ! nouncod. Mr. Brandeuberg east 11 quiz zlcal glance at his wife as he escaped I from (lie room, but she was already em bracing her dearest Virginia and did not notice blm. Miss Virginia was a rutber ' stately young woman of eight or nine nml twenty, handsome. nowmpHshad nml very wenlthy; but, having Is en raised by a maiden aunt who had met with a dis appointment Iu loVS iu early life ami bad I iu Consequence turned into a veritable man hater. Miss Virginia had 1 1 led to believe that men at last wore untrust worthy creatures. Besides, she WSJ con stantly bnUUted by a fear of fortune hunters and was almost unapproachable to all unmarried men. Flossy Brandeuberg, who was very fond of her, had made several unsuccess ful attempts to make her happy for life by marrying her to some venturesome suitor, but Virginia fought shy of all such well meant aid. When, therefore, her friend Is-gnu to recount the ninny attractions ami virtues of her cousin 1'erey, Virginal listened but coldly. Finally, being rather bard push ed, she turned at bay. "Look lu re, Flossy." she said, energet ically, "please Bay nothing more alsuit men and marrying to me. I'll have none of it!" "Marrying!" cxcluiincd Mrs. Brandeu berg tartly, "Why, Virginia, pardon me If 1 say what seems uncomplimentary, but Percy Pen te coast would not marry you nor any other woman under any con- Meration. "Ami why not, pray?" demanded Vir- gluin, quite huffed. "Because," her hostess replied solemn ly, "Percy has Just as Intense n loathing for matrimony as you have. 1 never knew a mail so insanely opposed to anything na he is to marriage, And it's a shame, too, for Percy is so oomnenlonsple. enormous ly wealthy, has traveled the world over, palntS, plays divinely; in short, I know of nothing that he is not muster of." "Aud nothing could induce I1I111 to mur ry? Are you sure. Floss?" Virginia Ui quircd cautiously. "Guile sure." w as the decided rOSpOIIOO. "Then," said Virginia, drawing a breath of relief, "you may introduce him. Floss." Mrs. Brandeuberg seemed suddenly to lose all Interest iu Cousin Percy. She stilled a yawn before replying ciuelesaly: "I win if 1 over get a enanoe, but Percy so seldom goes out. But perhaps I could arrange it," doubtfully. Miss Virginia's feathers were ruffled. She colored up angrily. "I'ruy dou't put yourself out on my account. It's of not the slightest Interest to me," she snid sillily, nml then plunged uuluiutedly Into a discussion of the new play. But when she had taken her departure Mrs. ltrau denberg laughed aloud as she said to her self: "Point one scored." The day was an eventful one for Mra. Mortimer Brandeubersk for Misa Tarel- toti had hardly left the house when Percy Peiitncoust rnn In to pay his res ts. "You came Just too late to meet one of my most interesting friends," his cousin said as she greeted him warmly, after which she broke Into praises of Virginia ami kept it up until Percy Interrupted her mil-cast icully. "In fact, she's 11 perfect feinnlc pnra gon, I suppose," lie said. "No," returned Mrs. Brandon berg, looking sad, "far from it, Percy. She would be if it were not for the unnatural antipathy she has for marriage. I wish It WON possible for .von to meet her, Foley, for yon have so many congenial tastes and pursuits, nnd yon would bo perfectly snfe In her society nnd could enjoy it freely, knowing thnt even if you w ished she could not bo induced to marry you." "You wish it were possible. What do you mean by thnt?" demanded Mr. Pen- tacoast, stung Into interest at Inst. "(lb, Virginia has built such a Chinese wall about her elf that she's almost Inac cessible," she replied. "I've scaled some pretty high walls and broken through tunny others," Mr. Pentacoast said rather sulkily, "ami if I wanted to make myself agreeable to any woman I would do so, whether she willed It or not." "You're game, Percy, my boy, but you'll not likely bo tempted In Virginia's esse, as you'll probably not n ect her," And then, having 111 npllshed her cud, the wise woman 1 hanged the subject. When her cousin left her. he as pledged to attend a small dinner the next week, which she gave iu his honor, and, slugu larly enough, he took Misa Tarcltou in to dinner. "Mortimer," said Mrs. Bramlenherg to her husband tWO months after her dinner party, "you'd better arrange with Chat ran for my portrait." "What?" cried Mortimer, jumping up in surprise. "I was sure I could do It." said his wife, dimpling with delight. "There are more ways than one to gain nn end. my dour. Virginia writes to announce her engagement to Percy. 'She fears I will be h., Led nml surprised.' I am. dread fully!" Ami the fair plotter broke into such an Jrresistlblc peal of laughter that her husband, defeated as he was, had to join lo. Chicago Uorald.
