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Thou hasttwo ears' and one small mouth I
And wilt thoa grieve ibs dajrf '
Is thai vry ta thou'U hsnr, .
And little thsrsof nny. 1 "
Tboa hast two eyes and on small mouth I
T - And, think thou, tls not well f
.III that many thing tboa 'It m,
. And kNp thy mcivU well. , ;'f .
TTboa bast two hands and on small month 1 1
' ; '; '.Dost thou' the reason knrtwt ... , -"
Jttt twlos as much as thou shalt eat,.
That thou must earn, I trow.
. From tk Qtrmn.
, l- -rl
REAPING THE WHIRLWIND.
A Novel.
..' , , . Br MAJFtT ELOJHE COMBK. J .
BVl4lsalliMi tnr Copyright forwarded to the Librarian of
Congress at Washington, IX ;
" CHAPTER IIL-
.fl young man was standing at the entrance of m
tsmhloaable caW, looking ttwently up and down
fin? street, evidently without any very definite
Mr of hi next move. He had Just finished his
teen, and, while yet undecided which direction
t testev hl thoughts were interrupted by a light
taocb upon hie knee. - Supposing It to be a dog,
JUs- looked down Impatiently; but, instead or a
mnlue Intruder, he saw a little girl, a perfect
Veam of lowliness, with eyes like purple pansles,
. and hair like a cloud jst spun gold. He gazed at
child In dumb admiration, without offering to
, apeak or move. Bhe looked up beseechingly.
! want my papal Do you know where my
S-pa are ?". :i ... ; . V
"No, my lovely darling, I do not."
The frown on the young man's brow disappeared
a he stooped dowu and raised the child in' his
.cms. When she heard his answer, a shade of
- s&aypofntment passed over her fair face; but she
.jvms by .no means discouraged.
Pi come down here -to see him, but I'se not
, tend bin yet"
"Where did you come from , " .
"Come from borne, course. Where did you
afposef'i
Whar made you leave home ?"
Tb find, papay I -told you.- Can't you mem
trr ': .. " " ' ":
Tbonrooklng'over his shoulder, she suddenly
Mghl aide of the tables within. Evidently the
place ws familiar to her, for site spoke out In
Ciwtglee:-, - , V
Papaj comes here I IX he here now ? I'm hun
pry, I am awful 1"
The-man' had not thought to look In there,
vbere'ln all probability the aought-jfor 'papa"
tf 5e found. He carried her la and seated
r and looked around half guiltily, expecting
'friends to pounce dowu on him for a kldnap-
but, though many glanced more than once at
handsome stranger and the beautiful child,
jet none claimed. her." ...
I should think you'd ask me what I'd have,
and uot sit there so stupid."
'-Thus reproved for his inattention, the man pro-"
wided for her wants, and was much amused at the
air ef superiority with which she gave orders to
the wallers.
Oh, wont Jejebei scared when she finds I'm
bat t Mamma will scold her awful !'
AjkI the child laughed with delight at the
tVoognt of Jeje's1 fright.and the scolding she
, would' get for allowing her charge to escape.
"Who Is Jeje?" -
uNixse I -Why, don't you know ? Jeje is cross,
and; mamma's got the headache, so I runned away.
Cam ma said I must be good, but It's hard being
CSrf--awfuli'i ; : .-.-w-.,r,
- fi&e Wt acquired the knowledge early in llfef
Itft children of an older growth can also testify
Oat nfh awfulhard to be good." '
What does mamma call Jejs?" inquired the
gentleman, hoping thus to gain some Information
aalolhe name of the child's friend.
MSUKiaJbvher'a troobteiome old thing.'
MAhr :.. -. - .
"My name is &fena; but I don't know what
jovrs is?" " K '
- The man drew a card from his pocket and sl
Iaacf5 placed It on the table before her. , Bhe
-jtl6Us examined 1t attentively aom
acni then laid It down contemptuously. ,
M don't Jike your Dame. It's too long.'1
"Wtltytfsrn, you may call me 'Charlie.' "
. Charlie t I like that I had a dog by that
same once, but It got to be so mean that papa
Killtdlt."
A emfle curved the corners of the haughty lips.
- uWhat is papa's name V
Why, 'papa,1 course. What did you s'pose?"'
- Vliat does mamma call him?!' .
. he calls him 'papa,' too."
TIsaJncerlalhlyery-lndefinltele
wtKcfhlo find the missing parents.
l Vpen the child had finished eating her very
Ctoerous lunch, the man stooped to rearrange her
CLsonkrceddretw, which was both rich and tasteful,
rrevthir that "papa" was a person of some Ira-
Laate to leave home she had put on wrong side In
Cnx. ht hand touched a locket which wa fas-
"taswT on her neck by a heavy gold"chaTnT:
jsaad'.the costly bauble and opened It. On one
xtil 4sas the face of a young girl a pretty, baby
lkJaoeall smiles and dimples; and on the oppo
site side was ngraved, "Mena Wycllffe, No. S33
Montgomery So." v-
4Tlat Is my mamma. Isn't she pretty ? Oh,
don't look tfiat way, don't ! You make me 'raid."
"You are 111, sir. Let me bring you a glass of
wine," said a servant at his elbow. - '
"No; I shall soon be better." 1
The man closed the locket, and made a motion
to take the child In his, arms.
"No 1 n61 - You must sit downYou - look-
awful H '
'for once in her life, Mena used the word In the
right place.:? The man' did look "awfut" His
face was drawn, pinched and: almost livid. IIls
eyes were widened and darkened with horror; the
veins In his forehead swelled and knotted; and
his teeth nearly met through the purple, under
lip. He had -obeyed the child's command and
seated himself, and in a few moments she climbed
softly into his lap," slipped her white arms around
his neck, drew his head down, and kissed him re
peatedly. In all her- baby 'life -she-had -never
known this treatment to fail to bring relief to the
darkest face or the heaviest grief end this time
wks no exception. - The rigid face - relaxed, the
eyes lost their stern, In-looking gaxe, and there
was no trace of his recent emotion, except the
deadly whiteness of his face and, the bitter, cruel
smile on his lips.
"I don't like pictures. People always look like
that wheu they see them. Papa looked like that
once wh4n I showed him a picture I found In
trunk. Such a pretty lady, too ! oh, so pretty!
And he said, 'Child! Child!' like that;" and the
child drew her face into ludicrous wrinkles and
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lowered her voice in a dismal Imitation of low
bass. ' . . '
. . .'Come, Mena, we will go home now. Shall
take you to papa V
Mena gave a willing assent, and the man carried
her into the street, called a carriage, and gave the
order: : " ..
"Number 333 Montgomery Bquare." . Z'
In a short time they reached the palatial, man
Ion belonging to Metis's papa. They alighted.
and, after dismissing the cab, ascended the steps
and rang the bell.
"W'on't Jeje be s'prlsed when she sees you with
roe "-;- ';' ;. 1
. Before her companion could answer, the ddoi
flew open, and a woman, whom at a glance one
would have recognized as Jeje, rushed out and
made a clutch at the little truant. But Mena was
too quick for the nurse, andrbounding lightly be
lli nj her new protector, she cried out In a tremor
of excitement : -" - .. .
"Go 'way, Jeje ! I don't like you-awful !' --;
At this moment the child caught a glimpse of a
man, who, hearing the confusion, had entered the
hall. " , " ' i ' t ;
"O papa t iapaT get mqulck"!- ;
The gentleman thus addressed hastily- advanced
and caught the naughty rebel in his arms.
"Mena, my child,- where have you.been ?"
"Been with Charlie," waiting her hand toward
her waiting escort, who stepped forward and pre
sented his card, which was received courteously
by the gentleman as he said, pleasantly i
"Am
luni?"
I indebted to you, sir, for this child's re-
"I was so fortunate as to find this fugitive from
Jeje's authority out on the street, and, discovering
from a medallion on her neck her nameand home,
I brought her back.I presume that I address Mr.
WycllfTe?"
"Yes, my name Is WycllfTe rand right heartily
do I thank you, Mr. HU Claire, for accepting the
trouble that the care of a lost child Imposes."
"Say, rather, a pleasure; for this Is one of those
rare Instances in which duty and pleasure are
combined."
"I, am not Impervious to flattery, even when
Indirect. Excuse me for keeping you standing so
long Come Inr and allow me to lutroduce my
wife, Mrs. Wycllffe."
A'Your wife will be too glad to see her child to
wish to meet a stranger."
"Oh, no. She has not been klarroed. Bhe. has
Just discovered Mena's absence, supposing all this
time that the child was with the nurse. She can
tell vou, better than I, how deeply grateful we are
for your kindness." ' - . - -
8t. Claire was en the, point of again, declining
the invitation and withdrawing, when a woman
entered the hall a petit, blonde-haired, blue-eyed
woman, who would have been pretty hut that the
regular features had no expression, the shallow
blue eyes- no soul. Bhe came gracefully forward
to where Mr. Wycllffe waa standing, holding the
child In his arms, and said, placidly:
"I thought that Mena was not lost" '
"But she was lost, Mrs. Wycllffe; and to Mr.
St. Claire are we Indebted for her reappearance."
Thus Introduced, Mrs. Wycllffe' offered a little,
white hand to St. Claire, and smiled her thanks-
such a perfect ornaraentalVnlle as it was !
St. Claire bowed low, but he did not seem to see
the outstretched hinV
"I was Just telling Mr. St. Claire how thankful
you would be to him for the great favor he has
done us." .
"8b thankful," murmured the scarlet, babyish
ips.
Cartatice. is. he tied bef bohnetTwhlch liir herf -At-thls-Juftcture, a cat wenUrunnlog through I "MlsaJ)eOuerry, I think you-would find in me
the hall, and It required Mena's Immediate atten
tlon ; so she demandetl to -be put down. andlherilieatedJl
He slarted In full pursuit of the fleeing kitten.
Wycllffe so urged BL&lalre to enter that at last
he did so, fervently wishing that he had sent
Mena honie under the care of a policeman. ' 1
During the course of eonversatlon, Wycllffe said
to his vlsltort s j- f -i
' "Your face and gestures seem strangely f am liar
to me. Have I ever met you before?" r fcVJ, ; ?
. "I am a atranrer In New York."
'Merelv a rjasalns? fancr on mv Dart. then. If
m j sf . ar sr sf.sj. - '"''I
you are a stranger in the city, I can probably be
of some assistance 1 to you, as I am very well ac
quainted, having lived here a number of years.
' 'Thank you. I shall avail, myself of your kind
offer; for even with' the best credentials, and the
freedom of a club-room, I flnd.it slow work getting
acquainted without some one. to Introduce me."
v"Are you Intending to engage In business here?
"No. I shall only spend the Winter here.
Intend to go to Europe In the Spring, or In the
Bummer at the latest." ' L
Thev talked on and on for hours, St. Claire
making several efforts to leave, but his host In
sis ting on his remaining. MraVycliffe had been
with them but a short time callers claiming her
attention. -
Mena ran In and out at will, till her father sum-
moned,Jeje, telling hereto keepfena out of the
room and under her own care, saying after they
were gone that If he could . find a good, trust
worthy girl, Jeje should be dismissed. -
: When, finally, St. Claire determined to depart.
Wycllffe Invited him to go to his place of busi
ness, and the two men left the house together.
1 Afterward, in conversation with a friend, Mrs.
Wycllffe said that she never knew her husband te
take such a sudden liking for anyone as he did for
Mr. St Claire. "It seemed as if they had been
friends for years, instead of weeks, and the attrac
tion appeared to be mutual." - -
In the days that followed 'Mena's return,
Wycllffe kept his promise, and. In a short time
St. Claire numbered among his friends many of
the wealthiest and most aristocratic people of the
city. He soon became a very general favorite,
and, to his surprise, soon found himself in the
whirlpool of fashionable society. Among the first
he met was one of Fashion's most zealous and de
vout worshippers, Mrs. De Uuerry, widow lady
of small fortune and great family, whose chief
ambition at the. time was to And a suitable hu
band for her only child, her daughter Isabel 1. By
sultable" Is meant, in this casc-amanwho
would provide the one Imperative need of life, the
world's greatest good money. The ancient name
of her husband's family was Geary : but - the
plebeian cognomen harrowed their aristocratic
souls, and they transformed It Into a patrician
patronymic, and this change Was highly satisfac
tory to the aesthetic tastes of Mrs. De Ouerry.
St. Claire saw through the shallow pretences.of
the angling mother, and disliked her accordingly.
But in his estimate of Isabel 's . character he was
deceived. He thought her vain and frivolous a
worthy daughter of such. a motherrr He afterward
knew that he had wronged her. lie found her to
be true-hearted and noble-minded ; a little spoiled
by her mother's ambition and the universal ad
miration she received, yet withal a woman who
n time - of trial would , rise superior to petty
tyranny People called Isabell a double heiress
she Inherited her father's sense and her mother's
beauty. , ' .. ' .
A fashionable but illiterate "wonlah 'deAcHbeVl
one of, her daughters as a "bronze,", and the word
wouUTspply very well to Isabell's sft, dark
beauty. Her hair and eyes were a golden brown,'
and her skin was dark and richly tinted Men
fell in love with her Immediately, and their only
reward was her smile for a dayTand theVr herlscolrn
for their pain. It was not love that Bell wanted ;
twas universal adoration. Bhe drank the fiery
draught that scorches the heart till she reached
the dregs ; then she knew what women only learn"
by experience that "that way madness lies."
One evening St, Claire met Bell at a dinner
party at the house of one of her particular friends.
t was one of those jammed affairs where every
body goes and nobody has any enjoyment. Bell
wearied of the scene, and asked St. Claire if he
would aid her . In finding her mother, as she was
tired and wished to go home. . After making the
tour of the rooms, and falling to find herBell
suggested that probably she was in the library,
and they went there in search of her. They found
Mrs. De Ouerry comfortably seated, discussing
with a friend some disputed point in a game of
chess. They listened In silence for a few mo
ments, then joined in the debate, St. Claire aiding
with Mrs.' De Guerr',Bell with her friend.
"Ah I" exclaimed Mrs. De uuerry, In tones of
dismay, "if Bell Is against me, I may as well give
tup. She Js always right."
I beg your pardon, Mrs. De Ouerry, but not
always right. I think I can prove that she Is
mistaken now." 1 .
St. Claire explained at great length the reason
for the ground he took; but, as-Is usual In such
cases, the more he explained the more, tangled
they became, until at length they were hopelessly
bewildered.' They dropped the matter with a
augh7hliOIeirioldTTm earnestly that she could
not allow him to think that he could teach her
anythjpg about chess ; that It was the one "game
she could play, and that no one could beat her.
"Are you In earnest ? Are you a good player ?"
"Vi T nm novor Knilun
foeman worthy of your steel, as I am never de-.
Miss De Ouerry answered him petulantly, a
half flush mounting her brow. i f
"Mr. 8t Claire, I have always been so success
ful that I offered, many months am, mv nkA.
graph to any gentleman who 4ould win a' game
with me for an opponent. Several have tried ; all
have failed' . ; ? ; . " 3." ,
, A smile of contempt, a look of disgust, over the
face of the listener cam. But Bell was not look
ing at him; she only heard him ask, eagerly :
Miss De Ouerry, may I 'try for the prize V ,
.ilYes, you fiay try ; and If you win, you will be
the only man lirthe world who possesses my pic
ture."' ' '"
"YoO shall see, JIlss De.Giierry, how 1 shall
vajue.lt." 'h- .
There was something In the man's voice that
grated on her ear; It sounded bltferndscrtrnful;
but there jras no trace of displeasure In his face as
she looked at him. It irritated ,her, nevertheless.
- "I knew that I . merited 4ils disdain, I suppose,
Is the reason J thought I detected it In his voice.
If I only win this game,. It is the last time I shall'
play for stakes." Bell was thinking it over with
regret. " ' ,- ' - ;-f ......
8t, Claire was -thinking, too. "She is a brain--less
flirt. I -will teach her a lesson if I can win
this game."-
St. Claire requested Bell to name tlte time for
the proposed contest, and she selected, the follow
ing evening, if he was not otherwise engaged. He
assured her that he was entirely at her command.
Unconsciously their voices had a ring of defiance,
and the dissatisfaction they felt toward . them
selves and each other was plainly visible In their
constrained language. Mrs. De Guerry's smooth,
even voice fell upon their ears., -
' "Isabell, my slaughter, you do not speak to Mr.
Raymond."M.
Isabell turned around and ; greeted the -gentle--
man in her mostcharmlng manner. . '-y -Raymond
had spoken to Mrs. De Guerry, and
was passing on without even seeing her daughter,
when the tones of gentle reproof compelled him to
stop. . - ry - . . -
Mrs. De Guerry knew as well as Raymond did
that he had not thought of speaking to Isabell
hat not so much as seen her but she had no In-
tehtion of allowing him to escape so easily. He
was too thoroughly Well-bred to Intimate that he
had hot, been aware of Bell's presence ; and that
night, after they went home, when her mother told .
her that Ray monfrln not'spekIn& id her.' was
actuated by Jealousy, she never thought oTdoubt-
As a skillful diplomatist, Mrs. De Guerry re
quested St. Claire's escort to the drawing-room.
Bell evidently forgot her intention .of going home
early, for when St. Claire left the house several
hours later, she was the center of an admiring
group, in which Mr. Raymond was a conspicuous'
ngure. ;.. ... :.. .
Promptly at the time designated on the follow
ing evening, St. Claire appeared at Mrs. De
Guerry's. He was conducted to the library, where '
Bell was Waiting. for him, A bright fire burned
In the grate, throwing a soft glow over the furni
ture ami draperies of the room, and lighting up
Bell's dark beauty dangerously; Shehad felt a
strange presentiment that she was going to Jose
this game ; but. she made a firm resolution that, if
St. Claire, won the game, lie should lose his heart.
"We are to have, the entire 'evening, Mrv SL
htirei Mamma has prnmlsixl todeny any callers.
success
as you
so we Will not be Interrupted'
""And are you as confident of
were last night?"
i'l always win'i she replleI, laughingly., -"I
should like -very much to have the prize
brought to View." ; ' - "- :. --L
But to this request she steadily refused to ac
cede, and the. game was commenced at once.
They were both unusually good players, and for
hours the game progressed slowly, neither gain-
ng any perceptible advantage. At length Bell's
thoughts wandered for a moment, and that mo
ment was fatal. A false movement, a misplaced -
knlgh't,-was greeted by a triumphant laugh from'
8t. Claire, who-covered her lost ground. The
mistake, the laugh, or the fear of defeat, unnened
her, and again she made a wrong move.. Again
that low. sneering laugh stung her to madness.. .
"A few more moves like that, Miss De Guerry,
and I own the picture." ' '
Bell made no reply, . though the angry blood
surged over her face toher very brow. - She was
too discomfited to play now, and In a few minutes
St. Claire's voice rang through the room :
"Checkmated! Miss De Guerry, the picture is
mine." T .
Bhe pushed the board from her, arose without a
word, went to a small cabinet on the other side of
the room, and returned with a beautiful carte-de-viiite,
which she placed in his hands. He exam-
ned It critically. ,
-."Do you think It tike me?"
"Yes, It Is like you, very. It Is beautiful, heart-
ess, and, to me worthless. Miss De Guerry, things
easily won are lightly held." ', , . .,
lie rose up, went to the fire, and placed the pic-
ture, the beautiful face downpont he smoul
dering, red coals.
A blue smoke, a sudden blaze, the game was
finished, and Isabell had lost!
fTo be continued.!'
A hew projevt Is to be tried for. diminishing the
foirs of London. Rr the Plan nronosed. about 3000
cuble -feet of gas would be extracted from each
ton of coal burned JnJhe cItyJhecoal-belng-thua-renderetl
smokeless. . The gas would be used for
lluminatlng purposes. In this manner, the per
fect combustion of both the feoal and the gas
would be insured, and Londoners would no longer
have an atmosphere thick with particles of un-
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