IM1
TAKING TEA.
I know a room which simply Is
So dear parading of bliss.
That were I called to one that lies
Beyond the earth, in lifted akiea,
I think I'd rather cling to this. -
Soft curtains gently shut away
The chill and sunny afternoon;
An open fire burns red and clear,
Boss seenle-1 is the atmosphere
Aa garden airs in fragrant June.
While she arranges cup and spoon,
Like snowy birds her fingers fair
Borer about that Chinese tray;
feweetiy abstracted is her air
Twixt talking: art and pouring cream.
Why dues she think t haunt jr house
Each day as five o'clock draiS cearf
Does she suppose the mild carouse
Of sipping tea and nibbling cakes
Is all the joy my soul can ask?
Yet such the attitude she takes;
Her friendly thoughts quite centered semm
Not on my passion, not on me.
But on the very trivial task -
Of pouring out a cup of tea.
Her earnestness is sweet to see.
Her yearning oyes quite drive me mad;
"Too strong? A littlo sugar? No?
But you are sure you like it so?
Perfection? I'm so very glad:"
Sometimes I feel so broken up
I really think I'll smash my cup
Down on the hearth and tell her, "Sweet,
There let it lie, where day by day
My heart lies, shattered, at your feet.
Pittsburg Bulletin.
ANN BEDES DEBT.
The judges were in their places.
Outside the fog weighed heavily upon
the shapeless building, effaced the walls
and glued itself to the windows, conceal
ing their frosty flowering.
In the hall itself the air was thick and
Btifling. It smelled ofsheep skins, peas
ants, eau de vie, and the leaden ventila
on in the npper glasses of the skylight
turned slowly and slothf nlly.
The jurors, too, leaned wearily against
the backs of their chairs. One of thein
had closed his eyes and let his hand fall
inert, lulled to somnolence by the monot
onous scratching of the clerk's pen.
-Another tapped and softly beat the rat-jt-plan
with his pencil on the table.
The president pushed his spectacles to
the tip of his nose and mopped his damp
trow, his stern gray eyes, with a glacial
stare, bent fixedly upon the door whence
"would issue the culprits in course of
trial, and on whom they waited to. pro
nounce the sentence.
"Is there not still another one?" de
manded he, presently, of the sleepy look
ing tipstaff at his elbow in a hard, re
sonant voice.
'One, responded the other; "a girl.
"Eh bienl bring her in then." eaid the
president.
The crier called, the door opened, the
. girl entered.
- "A current of fresh air glided in with
her and softly fanned the faces and
tickled the lashes of the curious assist
ants. At the same moment a ray of
sunlight pierced the shrouding fog and
danced between the frosty etchings of
the panes across the dusty walls and
furniture of the ball of audience.
"A girl" had said the tipstaff a child,
xather, scarcely more than on the verge
f maidenhood, and so pretty in her little
furred jacket, embroidered with wreaths
' and blossoms and fitting like the skin the
rounded waist, straight and slender as
the steia of a young palm. Her black
eyes were lowered to the floor, bnt her
white brow was clear and unclouded.
"What is it that you have done, my
child?" questioned the president indiffer
ently. "The girl nervously rearranged her
handkerchief that covered her head,
caught her breath heavily,then answered,
ighing;
-""My affair is sad, M. le President,
very, very sad."
Her voice, soft and dolorous, went to
the heart like good music, that, even
when one hears it no longer, seems still
to vibrate in the air and change every
thing by its mysterious influence.
The faces of the jurors were no longer
so morose. The portrait of the kin?, and
farther away still of the Judex Curiae,
appeared to make to her from the rilent
wall benignant signs, encouraging her
to bravely recount the affair "so very,
"very sad."
"But see you," Baid she, "this writing;
it will tell you better than I can."
Only she had first to seek it; to unclasp
the buttons of her corsage and draw it
from her bosom a piece of crackling
parchment, stamped and closed with the
ponderous official seal.
"A judgment," murmured the presi
dent, running his eye over the paper, "a
judgment against ' Anne Bede, assigned
to begin today a punishment of six
months' imprisonment."
The girl nodded sorrowfully; the hand
kerchief, loosened by the movement, fell
from her head, and a heavy tress of her
long black hair, all unbound, veiled her
features. It sought, perhaps, to shield
them from the gaze of the people, for if
she was white as a lily a while ago, she
was purple with shame atfthis moment.
"It is a week since we received it,"
stammered she in a broken voice. "The
court officer brought it himself and ex
plained what it wished tS tell us, and
my poor mother said to me: 'Thou must
go, my child, the law is the law, and
one should not take it as a pleasantry.'
I have come, therefore, to to begin the
six months!"
The president wiped his glasses, then
wiped them again, his cold, stern gaze
seeking the faces of his colleagues, the
windows, the floor, the great iron stove,
through whose grated door fiery eyes
seemed to sparkle and threateningly re
gard him.
"The law," murmured he, "the law is
the law!" :
And he read anew the summary before
him,the black, sprawling scratches across
the white page, declaring "Anne Bede
condemned to six months' imprisonment
for receiving stolen goods.
Meanwhile the leaden ventilator had
raickened its pace and spun furiously
Outside the wind had risen, and now it
snook the windows, whistled through
the crevices and seemed to hiss remorse
lessly about the ears of the' gapin,
crowd: -
"The law, yes, the law is the law!"
The head of the president bent affirm
atively before this importunate voice;
he dropped his eyes and touched the bell
for the tipstaff.
"Accompany Anne Bede," said he. "to
the house of the inspector of prisons."
The man bowed, the child turned Obe
diently, but her little rose red lips
opened and shook tremulously, as if
words were on them that she could not
speak. . . . .
"Perhaps, my child," said the presi
dent, noticing her distress, "perhaps you
"Only that I am Lizette, Lizette
Bede, M. le President; Anne Bede was
my sister, and we buried her, poor girl!
a week ago."
" Twas not you, then, that was con
demned and sentenced'-" cried the presi
dent, surprised.
"Ah! Don Dieu, no! Whv should I
have been condemned who have never
done harm to a fly?"
"Then why are you here, mad child
that you are?"
"Because, if you please, it is because
Anne died while this business was be
fore the royal table" (the lower court of
Hungary). "It was when she was lying
in her coffin all cold and white that this
order concerning the six months arrived,
certifying that she must submit. Oh!
how she had waited and prayed for it,
and tried so hard to live to receive it!
She had never dreamed of this, M. le
President, and when they had taken
her away with closed eves, mute and
deaf for ever, my mother and I told our
selves that we must repair the wrong
she had done because of her fiance, Ga
briel Karloney. It was for him, and
without knowing it, that she sinned,
and we thought"
"What, my child?"
"That to let her rest peacefully in her
mortal ashes, and that no one should say
she owed them anything, that we must
do as I said repair the wrong done by
ner. .Ely mother has paid the amende
for the goods, and I have come. M. le
President, to serve in her place the six
months in the county prison."
To serve in her sister's place!
What innocence, what simplicity!
The jurors smiled broadly; the face of
the president was no longer cold or cere
moniQus, nor was it precisely his brow
from which he mopped the moisture
with a large yellow handkerchief.
"It is well." said he; "you were right.
my chil.i. but but, now that I think of
it"
He 8 topped, frowned, and seemed to
reflect intently "now that I think of
it," continued he, "there was an error in
this affair. We have, my dear child,
sent you the wrong document."
"The wrong document. M. le Presi
dent?" faltered Lizette, raising her great,
sorrowrui eyes to his face with a gaze of
heartbreaking reproach, "the wrong doc
ument.-
i. She could say no more, and the tresi-
dent himself was no less moved.
"The wrong document, my child, yes "
said he firmly, rising from his seat to
tenderly pass his hand across the shining
hair, "beyond there" pointing to the
heaven above them through the mist
veiled window "Justice has' given an
other verdict?
"Go now to thy mother and tell her
from me that thy sister was not a crim
inal that Anne was innocent."
"Before God, at least," added he, in a
tone only audible to his own great heart.
"before God, at least!" Translated for
Short Stories from the Hungarian of
Mikszrath by E. C Waggener.
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ine tool m question is another applica
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' A constant flow of the hydro-carbon
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A LETTEE THAT tTAME.
, - . -""N
IT CAST A GLOOM OVER A NAVY
OFFICER'S WHOLE LIFE.
At the Time Be Was Aboard a Hum'.
War The "Pilot letter" That Ild the
Mischief It Was a Well Written Lot- 1
nr, Due ll .miscarried. . . . x "'
The offijersofh ""7"-. -
a were sitting
Lvx uie wardroom table. It was just
after dinner. They were telling stories
of shipwreck and disaster. Each one, it
appeared, had had a more terrifying ex
perience than the one who spoke imme
diately before him. All had spun their
yams but one. He smoked reflectively
in silence for a few minutes. . Then he
said:
Well, gentlemen, you have all had
many unpleasant, some frightful, experi
ences. The story I am about to relate to
you, however, will prove, as you will all
admit when you hear it, far more terri
ble than any yet told. The events hap
pened a number of years ago, but they
have cast a gloom over my whole life."
The officer stopped and 'pulled upon.
ms cigar-m silence for a while. The oth
ers settled into attitudes of attention.
The officer went on:
"Some here are young in the service,
and will not remember when it was the
invariable custom for a man-o'-war to
take a pilot aboard upon leaving port.
At this time I was on the Pacific station.
Our home port was San Francisco, so I
hired a house there and settled my wife
in it. At that period the "pilot letter
was an institution among the officers of
the ship. After we weighed anchor and
began steaming down the bay all hands
would hurry to their rooms and write
farewell letters to their wives, sweet
hearts and mothers.
THE LETTER.
"These letters were taken ashore by the
pilot when he left us outside. . One day
we were ordered to the South Pacific for
a long cruise. I bid farewell to my
weeping wife, who was sure she would
never see me again, and promised her
most faithfully I would send her a long
pilot letter. That was at night, and we
expected to weigh anchor the next morn
ing. I spent the night aboard, and got
up early. I had some time on my Tianriq,
That letter was a burden on my mind,
so I concluded to write it then and get it
out of the way. I did so. I wrote at
length, for my heart was full. To be
sure, we did not expect to weigh anchor
for several hours, but as I wanted to be
realistic, I described how we did it, and
then proceeded to describe our passage
out through the Golden Gate. 1 had
gone out many times before, and knew
the whole scene perfectly. I depicted it
in graphic colors.
"I told of the beauties of the city,
growing smaller and smaller and finally
disappearing; of the harbor fortifica
tions as they loomed up by turns and
by turns faded away; of the glo
rious effect of the late afternoon sun
upon the receding Calif ornian shores; of
my feelings as I reflected that I might
never see those lessening shores or my
dear wife again. It was an affecting
letter, and (you will pardon the vanity)
a well written one. It bore upon it the
stamp of sincerity. Finally I told her
that the pilot was now about to leave us
alone npon the bottomless deep, and that
I must close. 1 ended with something
incoherent, and signed my name hur
riedly. Then I directed and stamped it
and dropped it into the ship's letter box
for the pilot to take ashore when he left
us in the evening.
HOW THE LETTER MISCARRIED.
Well, the pilot came aboard about 9
o'clock, and we began to weigh anchor.
Of course everything' waa confusion
there. About 11 o'clock it was suddenly
discovered that there was ' trouble with
the steering gear which had been over
looked. I was detailed to direct the
repairing. About noon I reported to the
captain that the difficulty of getting at
the trouble was such that we would not
be able to start before night. It appeared
afterward that the captain immediately
sent the pilot off, deciding not to start
before morning. About sundown 1 re
ported everything as ship shape, and
that we were ready for an early start.
The captain was pleased, and readily
granted the request made by half a
dozen of us to go ashore overnight. We
were rowed ashore, a jolly crowd, and
as I hurried home 1 pictured to myself
my wife's glad surprise.
"But I cannot describe to you the ex
tent of my wife's surprise when she saw
me. It sui prised me, and her curious
bearing for the next two hours, some
times merry almost to the point of hys
teria, and then apparently depressed and
even sad puzzled me very much. After
supper she settled down in a calm mood.
which, however, seemed only a covering
for suppressed feelings of some sort. I
stretched myself at ease on the lounge,
and she seated herself beside me. Pres
ently, without warning, she began to
read to me aloud. At the end of the
first sentence I bounced up as if 1 had
been slapped in the face.
"At the end of the second sentence I
reached out for the paper she was read
ing. But she made a gesture of com
mand, and actually compelled me to sit
still and listen to every word of that
wretched pilot letter which I itad writ
ten her that morning. Yes, notwith
standing our decision to remain at
anchor overnight, that wretched pilot
had actually brought my letter ashore at
noon and mailed it. I have wished many
times since that I had choked him the
next morning." New York Sun,
A Mysterious Visitor.
New Servant Please, mum, there's a
strange lady down stairs and she didn't
have no card. She took off her things
as if she intended to stay, and she looked
around the room with her nose in the
air, as if things wasn't good enough for
her, an' she rubbed the winder to see if
it was clean, an' she peeked in the dark
corners, an' then looked at the dust on
her fingers an' sniffed. , - -
Mistress- I can't imagine who the
creature can be. My husband's mother
and sisters are in Europe. New York
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