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COBTALLIS, BENTON OOIINTT, OBEGONr TUESDAT, JANUARY 12, 1904.
VOL. IV. NO. 38.
Second Cousin drah
mr THE AUTHOR Of
"Anne judge, spinster," "little mate kirbys
ETC., ETC.
CHAPTER I.
It was wintry weather down in Wor
cestershire, though the May of the year
in which our story opens was already two
weeks .old. It - was ; a : late "spring, the
-country people said, meaning that the
hall, and sleet, and. rain, and bitter east
winds were still in the ascendant, and
that there was not a glimpse of sunshine
from week s end to week's end. Times
were hard and business was bad, and peo
ple already croaked about the danger
to the h arrest. It was a world that shiv
ered by the fire still, and waited for a
-change. Weather-wise folks looked np
at the leaden sky every day, shook their
beads and-eaid "more wet ; and the wet
came down as though they had asked for
it, and . washed out the energy; front
three-fourths of the human-kind in Wor
cester.' '
It had been raining all day in the loyal
city, just us it had rained the day before,
and the day preceding that. .- It was lain-
ipg at ten o'clock in the evening in as vig
orous and lively a fashion as though it
had just -commenced, and the wind had
turned out with extra strength to add to
the -dark night's discomfort. Worcester
had lost heart and given upland gone to
bed, and at the railway station, where,
by the tables, one could ascertain that a
train was behind time by three minutes,
there was a faint semblance of life, wore
depressing than the elements. There was
one fly, -with' its driver asleep in the in
terior of. his vehicle, and its d r abb y horse
coughing like a man." There was a wet
old gentleman, glittering like a beetle in
his waterproof as he walked up and
down, under the dim 'gas lamps of the
station. There was a railway porter's
head peering occasionally from a half-
open door, aod decjiuing to allow its body
to come forward until the glaring -yes
of the engine; - were , seen advancing
through the' miseries -of the night; and
there was a short, thin, haggard scrap of
a youth, in tattered corduroys and a red
comforter, curled up on a porter's truck,
and sleeping placidly. . . ; - , '
The train that was overdue was not
calculated to rouse the officials into en
ergy. It came from a dull, dead branch
line, and was going on to Gloucester; it
was not likely to land many travelers or
take up many at that hour of the night.
When it arrived at last, it came into the
station noiselessly and in a spiritless con
dition, as. though the steam were low end
the engine-driver had just buried his
wife, and only one'bespotted window was
lowly lowered in a third-class carriage,
as the train glided 'to the platform.
From this window an ungloved hand
and arm protruded and unlatched the
door, and then a stalwart man of four or
. five and twenty years of age," a bright
faced, brown-bearded man, stepped out,,
dragged forth a portmanteau and a hat
box, stood aside to allow of the brisk en
trance of the man in the shiny water
proof,' and looked around him in that
half-sharp, half-vague manner common
to individuals who find themselves in
places that are new to them, or have
changed much since their last farewell.
The guard banged the door to, the engine
gave a melancholy wail, and toiled on
with it burden; the youth in corduroys sat
up on the Harrow and stared at the port
manteau and hat box rather than at their
owner; the fly-driver, who had roused
himself, called out "Carnage, sir?" and
not receiving a response, cut the coughing
horse viciously under the chin with his
whip and drove off at full speed.
The traveler, after a hasty glance at
the sky, called out in a sharp, clear voice
to the porter:
"I expected a carriage for me to-night.'
"What sort of a carriage?"
"A private carriage from Mr. Cnl
wick's, of Sedge Hill. Do you know Mr.
Culwick by sight, or his coachman?"
"There has been nothing here but cabs
all day and there's nothing hkely to
come now, I reckon."
"Do -you want anybody to carry your
luggage, sir?" asked a weak voice, and
the lad who had been dosing away time
on the barrow- obtruded in an edgewise
manner into the conversation. The trav
lord -glanced at him and said:
"It is too heavy for you, my man.
"No, it isn't," said the youth with alac
rity. "I'm. very strong; I have been
waiting for a . job all night, sir if you
don't mind, sir for I'm very strong, I
am, indeed!"
The eagerness of the request, the reiter
ation of his powers, the contrast .which
bis wetds "poesented to his white cheeks.
and eager, dark eyes,' attracted anew the
attention of the gentleman for whom no
carriage had arrived, before the ralway
porter turned upon the applicant.
"You get out of this, young shaver;
you ve been.here a sight too long al
ready," cried-the "porter, "and I've had
my hi on you. these-two hours.. It's no
use your hanging about as if i
The boy cowered for an instant, and
then turned quickly on the man.
"And I'm very, strong, -sir," he urged
again; "may L try? I'll carry it easily;
ee nowr - .
The portmanteau was raised and flung
upon his shoulder, the other hand caught
up the leather hat box, and the white
face looked round the burden inquir&g-
ty- ;-'?
"Where to, sir?"
"Touddleton's Hotel."
The oathr-strode into the wind and
rain, nd then the traveler, after giving
a tug to his cap, put his hands in the
pockets of his coat and followed his
guide across, ami out of the station yard.
The youth "turned .a -corner with the lug
gage, aod the proprietor found him lean
ing against the. brick wall of a house
.when he had turned after him.
"Which way, sir?" he inquired.
"Which way!" echoed the stranger;
why, straight along there. Don't you
know the way?"
"Coa'-.aay that I know much about
hotels I haven't been at this kind of
work a great while, sir."
"How long?" inquired the traveler,
somewhat curiously, j.
"Three hours and a half."
"Come, that's perseverance. If we take
the weather into consideration. You are
the lad to -make your way In the world.
In good time."? Three hours and a half.
.What have you been doing before this?'
"Nothing partieuTafc V -
The lad trudged on. II wavered more
la hli gait, and splashed the legs of his
companion with superfluous mud and
water; and he man walked by his fide,
studying the roadway and unobservant of
the failing efforts of the weak boy whom
he had intrusted with a heavy task.
"Who are you, boy?" he said, without
looking up, "What have you come to
this sleepy city for?"
"I don't know," was the reply, raid a
more sullen reply it was than usual, de
spite its jerkiness.
"Have you run away from home? Is
that it?" ' " "
The man looked at the lad at this query
looked with a grave earnestness that
betokened a keener interest in him than
he had hitherto shown. , ,
"If that's it, we are in ifche same boat,
boy," said he. "I ran away from home
ever so long ago."
" "Because " sad the lad, curions in
his turn, and even stopping 6hort for an
instant for the answer.
v "Because there was no place like home!
no place so confoundedly uncomforta
ble, and unsympathetic and hard-corner
ed and so I put on my hat andwalked
out. And yet, after all " he paused and
made a clutch at his portmanteau, that
he suddenly thought was in peril of slip
ping from the lad's shoulder "Here, hold
hard, youngster; what's the matter?
It s all right, let me be; I can carry
it. I said I could," cried the boy, with
excitement, and marching himself and
luggage away from the touch of the elder
man. ' This sudden effort seemed too
much for the overtaxed strength of -the
porter; he reeled away toward the foot
path, and went on with weak and totter
ing legs for a few moments, when he
suddenly collapsed.
You are ill you are hurt," said the
man. , ?
No; let me be, I shall get up in a min
ute, I'm a little bit giddy the street
tnrned round all of a sudden but I will
go on with the luggage presently,
Oh, no, you won't," said the man;
dryly; "you should have never attempt
ed it. I was a brute not to see the boy's
going to faint."
He put his arms round him and lifted
him into the doorway as he might have
lifted an infant, and looked again at the
white, wan face under the old Scotch cap.
Poor little beggar!" he muttered;
why did I load him like this, and loaf
along by his side. Here, what's your
name? Can't you open your eyes, just
for a moment, till I "-
Here his anxiety took the form of ac
tion, for, still holding the boy's head on
his shoulder, he kicked with energy at
the door against which he was leaning.
and awoke the whole house.
A snuffy old: womanin, an .old -toek
cap weighed down by " grimy ""artificial
flowers, was the first to wrench open
the door; she had been sleeping by the
hre, sitting up for a late husband, and
she appeared with a bound on the door
step, and . nearly fell over the strange
couple in her haste.
"Water a glass of water, please,
cried the traveler. "This child has faint
ed." ...... --
What who water whose child is
it?" she called forth. Then she realized
the urgency of the case and ran back
into the room, returning very quickly
with a light in one 'hand and a glass of
water in the other, at the same time as
heads peered down the narrow staircase,
and some one opened a window above
and asked twenty questions in stentorian
tones, without getting an answer to one
of them.
'You can come into the house, if he
ain't going to die, mind you," said the
woman. "Has he been run over?'
"No crushed, that's all. Give me the;
water. Take off his cap and then let him
be. tie will get the air that way.
The Scotch cap was twitched off, and
the woman and the man who was support
ing the lad, leaned forward and fctnred
with amazement at two small side-combs
which were in the head, and which had
been used for fixing and drawing up be
neath the Scitch cap a profusion of raven
hair.
"Mussy on us;' it's a gal!" cried the
old woman. Why, what's her game?"
"Ay, what's her game?" said the man
very thoughtfully, as he echoed back the
slang question of . his interlocutor.
. The girl heaved a deep sigh, and put
thin hands to her head, as if she missed
her cap already. .
"She's been shamming," said the old
woman, who had grown strangely nn
charitable within the last few moments.
"She will do if we can get her home,".
said the traveler. "Are you better?
how do you feel now?" he asked kindlyl
"I'm all right," was the slow answer;
"I I think soJ What has been-the
it
Then she stood np slowly, 'with her
hands pressed to her temples, glared
from the traveler to the woman with the
light, gave a faint little scream of sur
prise, snatched suddenly at the cap dang
ling from the fingers of the woman, and
with one wild spring forward, : passed
from them into the rain and wind, and
vanished away in the darkness.
The traveler made one or two strides
after her, and then stopped
Why should I follow herr and annoy
her further?" he. said, as he paused.
He remembered that he had given his
strange porter no remuneration for ser
vices thus abruptly, terminated, and start-.
ed off agaiq; but it was too late; and an
other memory coming "to him that he
was-leaving his luggage in the street, he
went back for it, and discovered that it
was being taken into the house by- the
Samaritans, with a certain amount of un-
due haste.
"Thank you " he Baid, politely. He
his damaged bat.case and, marched joff .to are constantly having days of twenty
Muddleton's Hotel, where the waiter re- ) three or. of twenty-five hours, accord-
ceived him urbanely, but was puzzled at J
the quantity of mud which he brought in J
Wlux " wggage.
Sitting in the coffee room rMad&eMttW iB
ton's Hotel, his slippered feet planted on I
the old-fashioned brass fender the man
who had come to Worcester' thought lit
the incidents of the day, .and, sketched
forth a map of progress tot the' mor
row.
Warm and dry, and at his ease, the j -
wan face of. the masqnerader-. of an hour J,
ago came before him more often than, he 1
had bargained for. the girl being 'apart I
' from his life, andonly a stray incident
hv tht wdtkiHp nf n rf&rlki a t YA& been
eventful and varied.
He was a man of the world, and had
seen strange sights and met with strange
chances and mischances, and yet he had
not been at any time more perplexed than
on this night of coming back home. There
was a stern story, he was RHre, of much
privation marking the life o.tthat"weak
woman who had struggled into a man's
dress,' and hung about Worcester railway
station for man's work and man's wages;
and he had experienced privation him
self, and lived it down in some degree,
not 'losing sympathy with it, or growing
callous to it. Perhaps it was on his con
science that the girl had toiled hard 'for
a sixpence, and he had not rewarded her
for her labor. He rang the bell and the
waiter entered. : " Vf I
"If anybody shonld ask for me ",.
"Yes, sir what name, sir?" :
. "Reuben Culwick," he replied; "but
he she will not know my name. '.-The
party who helped me -with my portmaa
teau from the station, I mean, and who
left me in hurry. She he is aware
that I am staying here for the 'night;
therefore,' be good enough' to-ask him
her the lad, I mean, or whoever comes,"
he added with a dash, "into the room
to-night or t6-mbrrowmorning.'Do yon
understand?" he inquired, as the waiter
listened open-mouthed to these rambling
instructions.
"Yes, sir perfectly. Anybody -who
comes, man or -woman. - Yes, sir," he
aid with great briskness. , .
"Stop one moment," said Mr. Culwick,
as the man flitted toward the door; "I
shall want a trap to take me to Sedgo
Hill, and bring me back to Worcester,
at ten in the morning," and the waiter
having withdrawn, he set himself to his
coal-fire studies once more. The instruc
tions which . he ' had ' given had . sufficed
to turn the. current o.hisideas, and the
adventure of .the night passed, away from
his mind with the deeper ( thoughts that
iouowea it. , ; .
'And return,"- he said, and laughed to
himself more than once and odd laughs
they were, of various degrees of hilarity,
from thew hearty andiEunaffectedvtotbe
laugh with the. inner ring in it, the un
dercurrent, ' as it were, of ' something
which was scarcely irony, and which
might have been interpreted into a lurk
ing sorrow or regret by any one who had
known his history.
'Yes, Reuben," he said when, at' a
later hour; he was going upstairs to his
room, "to return; positively the last ap
pearance of Reuben .Culwick at Sedge
Hill. . Will there be much of a crowd
to see the gentleman under those inter
esting circumstances?". .,
He had made up- his mind to solve the
riddle quickly for. himself, and at ten in
the morning he was standing in front of
Mr, Muddleton's Hotel drawing on a pair
of gloves and critically inspecting the
animal which .the proprietor had harness
ed to the dog cart. Reuben Culwick look
ed up and down the street, and thought
of his little adventure in Worcester last
night. V. The waiter, not too busy, was
standing at the. door, interested in the
'ZMISS
Has any one called this morninz for
me?"
No, sir."
If any one should call about hernias
me with the portmanteau last night, give
mm half a crown. .And ask her to
call again," added Reuben Culwick; as he
sprang into the trap and drove off.
Give him a half a crown' and ask her
to call again," said the waiter, looking
after him. "He doesn't know what he's
saying. The old man at Sedge Hill will
never make him out. . . A regular Culwick
he is, and no mistake about it" '
(To be continued.) ;
A DAY, .MORE Oft IjCSS.
Crossing the' International Date Una
.in the Pacific Ocean.
Few Incidents of a ! trip $a the Phil
ippine Islands, which so many Ameri
cans now have occasion to make, are
more interesting than the crossing of
the International date line,' that imag-
inary boundary where, in going west
ward, a day Is dropped from the calan-
dar, and In going eastward one is aded.
A California Congressman and his wife
happened to reach it, ion the outward
tri at midnight of July 3, so that they
woke np to find -the next morning the
5th, and that they had lost the na
tional holiday for the first, time In
their lives. To have ' a September 23
for two days In .succession on their
return would, on grounds of sentiment,
be an insufficient compensation.
The . teachers who. .go. .out jod. . the
transports to the Philippines usually
arrange elaborate 'entertainments to
signalize the date line. One of their
number is often , dressed, up , as Nep
tune, and other characters follow In a
procession around the deck. The fes
tivities are made as fanciful as the
resources and ingenuity of the parry
permit. Sailors on merchantmen as
well as passengers on- the fast mail
steamers are accustomed, to observe
the day. with some celebration.
One of the old governors of Massa
chusetts, on being asked to speak at a
State normal school which he was vi
iting, submitted " this conundjnjm:
Would a person who had traveled
around the. world 3G5 times In an east-
early direction.'' be -a year older .-than
the 'reoor4a.in --xhamiJytBIblei.xsnow'
ed ? If not;; why not?" The- governor-
explained mat sucn a traveler would
actually have lived one day more for
each trip than the calendar, showed as I
having ' passed. ' ' '" " ' ' '
Tn nr.qftipp. thA l-ni'h nf
around th"e- world is-such as to discour
age, most -people from adding, to" theij
days by this roundabout process. ( Trav-
elers between New York and Ohieago i
lng to , the direction in which they; are
going.'" ' . ? V
T ,ta nirfo- rLiji
as TO occasion-tne least poesiDle inoon-
venieOce. Iv deviates from -the one
hundred and eightieth meridian enough
to leave all the islands as weJI as each
Hnan Minn rJn w.-.uu
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' Patience ls-.the -king of -xontenL--Ma-i
TaAniot -.7--.j-......w;.'?-- -3
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J...,: . :. - J ' : ! -. ', . .' , : -
What a Boy Can Do.
These are some of the things a boy can
" .. do: .'.!; . : .
He can shout so loud the air turns blue
He can make all sounds of 'beast and
bird,' ! - i r 'V-'
And. a thousand more they never heard.
He can crow or cackle, chirp or cluck,
Till he fools the'rooster, hen. or duck,
Hecan mock 'the dog, or lamb,-or cow.
And the cat herself can't beat -his
w ' . vme-ow." i '.
He has sounds "that "are ruffled, striped
v.; or plain; - ,'." -.
He can thunder by like a.. railway tacain.
Stop at the stations a breath, and then
Apply, the .steam and be off again. : A
He has all of his powers in such com-
. . " mand, -
He can turn right into a full brass band,
With all of the instruments ever played,
And march away as a -street parade, -You
can' tell that a boy is very ill .
If he's wide awake and is keeping still;
But .-earth -would - be God? bless S their
"noise.! - .h',.v.)'?., .,
A dull old place if there werje.no boys.
MShristian Endeavor World. "' .-
Of the bArkio.A
- - tiree V
But Vve ;; NiTedM
wonii A,vU
or me! v -
Mnrrar'a Idea.
; Murray heard them talking about It
after. he. went to bed. His. father was
telling his - motter about some heavy
"CHARGING MACHINE" TO
r.. Noanse. Verse
-4 To -instill, the necessity for concerted action in charging, the modern
football -coach has invented a device which he calls the "charging machine."
It is in use by Western college teams. It consists of a vertical plank wall
heavily padded, so that no untoward accident may happen when the players
charge. , To make the machine heavier, a platform is attached behind the
plank wall, and upon this three or four .men stand. The whole machine is
pn rollers. Unless all the line men hurl themselves against the padded
wait at the same Instant it will not budge. "' To' coach a football team success
fully requires not only Versatility in Inventing plays that will bring out the
most that is In the material at hand, but the aid of mechanical devices often
must be invoked. The "dummy" a stuffed sack, which may be tackled at
will and come tip smiling every time has long been a necessarv adlnnot
(.to'football practice, and now comes the
tion proDaoiy, will oe a '"hurry-up"
'comic literature. ' -
Remarkable Shot at Deer. ,
" Perhaps more" remarkable shots
have beenmade. at antelope .than at
any other . American game, says a
" llvervHi L VUL1"S-. XU1B 18 "T or
r1!?.5IlCbeiI1LaSUtlU:!
W .-WP -iru
tt mA":
holding just right, has been enormous
ly proud of a.Tery long1 shot that
killed. : . f. ; ,,.
Of such Jong , shots few were suc
cessful,. but those that . were so. often
made for' the rifleman who fired them
La great-rbut wholly, undeserved repu
tation,' r.I jmyseJJ" made the- most' ex
traordlnary sbot. At an .antelope that 1
ever hfeard ;;b.f, "'which, - bowever, has
nothing- to do wltb'godd'ahootlng, but
rather with "th erratic1 course that a
iifle bal - may take. ,.With. several
couts, whitfr men and Indians, I rode
over a hall, to see threo or four buck
! ft t 1 1 HH'IHIHI'K
Little Stories and I
Incidents that Will
Interest and Enter
tain Young Readers
ii i.m 1 1 i ..
losses he had met in his business, and
mother was saying. In her sweet, com-
f orting voice, how sorry she was, and
how she would try to econbmizev and
help him. Murray lay awake, longing
to help, too. When he went to sleep
at last, . there was an idea tucked away
In one corner of his little brain.' It
woke him up the next morning, and
carried him out to the stable to talk
it over with Midget, his little Shetland
pony. For really Midget and the idea
were very close relations. And the
tiny dog cart was a first cousin, too.
After breakfast Murray took a sheet
6 paper, carefully folded, down street
to one of the newspaper offices, and
handed it to one of the men.
. ""It's a 'vertisement," he-explained,
counting out pennies on the counter, should not like him to -be without his
" Will you please to 'vertise it?" j faults now. I believe I love them just
The man read the paper under his as much as I do himself." How differ
breath, a queer twinkle growing In his ent many married lives would be if
eyes. " -i ;., '- 1 every wife could say the same, and
1 "Warnted! bundles to Cary by a Lit-
tle boy and a Pony whos father has
got to connymize." ' ;
"Don't you want to put your address
on it?" the man asked, soberly.
"Oh, yes, I forgot 'bout that!" Mur
ray looked very Important.
Suppose we say, then," the man
continued, "Send orders to "Pony,
this office, hey?" ,
Murray thought" that would do very
well, and It would be -so nice to go to
the newspaper office for his mall!
When; the next day, he did go, how
delighted he was to find in the "Pony'
letter-box four letters, and every one
of them beginning something like this:
"If the 'Pony' whose father has lost
his money will come round to
street, he will find a bundle to carry."
And after all the bundles' were car
ried such lots of them! how delight
ed Murray was to count the bright
dimes, Jingling them one by one, and
to see how proud his father was, too
Youth's Companion.
: v Ton gMe- Twisters.
Here are some sentences that will
amuse you. Give them to your friends,
and have them say each of them over
as rapidly as possible.
Six. thick thistle sticks. . . , . ; ;
Flesh of freshly fried flying fish.'
'Two-toads totally tired tried to trot
to Tedbury.
The sea ceaseth, but It sufficeth us.
Give Grimes Jim's great gilt gig-
whlp.
Strict strong Stephen Stringer
snared slickly six sickly silky snakes.
She stood at the door of Mrs.
Smith's .fish-sauce shop welcoming
him in.
Swan swam over the sea; swim,
swan, swim! Swan swam back again.
Well swum swan! -'
Susan shineth shoes and socks;
socks and shoes shine Susan. She
ceaseth shining shoes and socks, for
socks and shoes shock Susan. Worn
an's Home Companion.
TEACH
UNITED ACTION IN FOOTBALL
' '
"charging machine." The next inven
device, a la the spanking machine of
antelope spring to their feet, run a
short "distance and then stop to look.
I made a1 quick 'shot at one, which
dropped, and on going to him I found
him not .dead - though desperately
woundedC The animal had been stand
ing, broadside on, his face toward my'geut woman,
lef t. The ball had struck the left el-1
bow, splintering the olecranon, passed
through the brisket, broken the right
humerus, , turned at right angles and
gone back, cutting several ribs, broken
the right femur and turned again at
right angles and came out through the
Inside of the leg and struck the left
hock joint, which it dislocated and
twisted off, so that it hung by a very j
narrow string of hide. - I never again
expect to see so extraordinary a course
for a rifle ball.
Man would rather propel the bicycle!
of pleasure than the wheelbarrow of hold places of a most confidential char-
necessity.. r . . jacter. It is In their power ofttlmes to
CMrla Who Want Faaltlesa Hnabanda.
. It, Is very, nice, and perhaps very
natural, that a girl, especially at the
romantic, age of . 17 or 18, should set
her mind upon an Ideal man who Is
some day to win her heart ana nana.
As time goes by, however, she realizes
u,at the perfect man, like the perfect
woman, Is yet to be born, ana, ii sne
k a sensible little woman, brings her
Ideal to a lower standard. She learns
to love a man who has faults, ana ui
timately recognizes that the warm, lov
lug heart and generous nature which
h possesses more than counterbalance
those blemishes which at one time she
would not tolerate in a member of the
opposite sex.
On one occasion a wedded wife of
ahout five years' standing said, refer
ring tov her husband who was far
j from being perfect:
"It's an extraordinary thing; but
Instead of deploring her husband's Im-
perfections,
Be to them a little blind,
Andto his virtues ever kind.
There are some girls foolish girls
I was almost going to say who, hav
lng decided that their husband must
bo an Admirable Crichton among men;
refuse to moderate their aspirations In
any way. The penny novelette some
times furnishes such girls with their
'deal man, and they become possessed
of the idea that there must be such a
man. in real life waiting for them. Good
looks and a tall, commanding figure
are probably essential characteristics
In the man they mean to marry, not to
mention his power of holding his own
In the professional or business world
and on the athletic field.
Such a man would be faultless in
their eyes, even although his character
and nature would not bear Investiga
tion. Now and again a girl is success
ful in discovering the man who comes
very near to her ideal, but more often
than not she fails completely, and
while waiting for him, neglects the
love of a good and true man whose vir
tues, are many, although he does not
fulfill her particular requirements.
"I could not possibly marry George,"
tn impressionable maiden was heard to
exclaim ron -""one- occasionrv-"He': Is a
very nice fellow, loves me very much,
and ' I believe I could love him if I
tried. But then he is so short .and
plain-featured, besides being such a
'duffer at athletics, that I am certain
should never feel absolutely happy
If I married him."
One could almost wish that such
girls were always left old maids. Some
of them are; while others, after vainly
waiting for their "perfect man" to
come along, and losing the love of a
man whose only faults were to be
found in his outward-appearance, have
to content themselves with a husband
who can boast of none of the virtues
of their ideal, in order to avoid being
left on the shelf ." , , t -a-m
. Of course, a girl cannot be too par
ticular about choosing the man she
would honor with her lifelong society.
At the same time she must not pay too
much attention to the outer man, and
neglect to study his inner self. Fine
feathers make fine birds, Is a very true
saying, but they only make fine birds
for the time being. Stripped of their
plumage, they probably have no other
virtues.
And so it often is with the hand
some, finely dressed lover. The partic
ular girl marries her Ideal in this re
spect, only to find after marriage that
his character and nature are by no
means In keeping with his outward ap
pearance. He proves himself to be a
narrow-minded, conceited man, who,
having been always accustomed to
think of himself first, owing to the
flattery of admiring friends, has little
or no thought for his wife. It is a sad
awakening, but it is what Invariably
happens when a girl in search of a
faultless husband only looks for out
ward blemishes. Home Monthly.
A Kind Word for the Typewriter.
It is not surprising that "a defense
of the woman stenographer, by one of
them,'" Is given a conspicuous place
In our esteemed contemporary, the
New York Sun. So much has been
said in the light and airy persiflage
of the press about the flirting and friv
olous typewriter that a mistaken idea
has been created regarding, this hard
working and invaluable attachment of
every busy man. The impression is
fostered that the young woman stenog
rapher of our times is more or less of
a breezy, bleached, blonde creature,
who divides the time that belongs to
her real duties among various diver
sions and entertainments which do not
properly come to a refined and intelli-
In this suggestive situa-
tioa it is unnecessary to say that the
stenographer does not always appear
In the most favorable light Just why
license has been taken with a class of
young women who, perhaps more, than
ony other, deserve commendation and
praise, we do not understand. .The
successful stenographer, who is now
known as the "secretary" rather than
the typewriter of the establishment,
wins her way solely by vmerit and In
many, we might say. all, prominent es
tablishments, success is won by,indus
try, integrity and honesty. Some of
the ;women secretaries in Now York.
do 'infinite harm; and yet, JnaH'the
annals of betrayal of trust, the con
spicuous absence of the private secre-
tary Is noticeable. This is the best
evidence that a woman can keep a se
cret, if it is her duty 'to 'do so. It is
time that the- commonplace, and too
often contemptible, flings at the wom
an typewriter should cease. ' They are
no longer amusing; they are not even C
DTAmio'KTA T 1 TTT 1-1 - ; f
- " Mvuwri unKinn woman.
At one time the English woman had ;-'
a reputation end the comfort of hav t
ing come by it rightfully as the worst
dressed woman in Europe or America,
according to the law of fashion, the
mum inmcuvaiiy oressea, accoraing to
the law Of Common RfmSA Anrl rtnnr
She observes the mode more scrupu- :
4-1. xl rt I 9 ..
. umu me ttusiau , auu urows ;
common sense to the winds, . as If
eager, to make amends for the crimes '
of her Ill-dressed past. "I do not mean '
that she can as yet rival the-Parisian;
it is not In her nature to; but. she ,
devotes her energies to the attempt ,
with such zeal that she rushes to the
other extreme. "Anticipating the hours , '
and their obligations, she appears at !
high uoon In gowns that, in the previ- r
ous phase, she would have reserved for J
dinner. She shops in chiffon and mus- ,
lin. She faces the winter's cold, in
v uiiui lur DUU11UC1 o UClUgC XU Blip-
pers and ODen-worked stoekimra. ' Th '
most abominable climate in the world ' '
cannot : check her ambition, nor the i
dirtiest town put a restraint upon her,
frivolity. There was a .time when it
was the American -"who 'Was supposed
to be the foolish one, indulging ' in a
perpetual round of diamonds and silks.'
Now, if in Bond street or Piccadilly,
you see a useful tailor gown, neat linen
skirt, stout, well-made boots, you may
know the wearer for an American. The
tables ,are turned, and it is the Eng- ,
lish woman who must be held up as
the model of extravagant Inappropri-
ateness. No one living in London can
have failed to note the change, but as
yet there is no Teufelsdroeckh to
chronicle it. Elizabeth Robins Pen-
nell in The Atlantic Monthly.
TJHE-v,
iABI
An infant should be given no food
containing starch until it cuts its
teeth. Starchy foods Include biscuits,
corn flour, tapioca, sago, rice, potato,
etc. An infant, cannot digest any of
these until its teeth are cut. Violent
noises and rough shakings or tossing
are hurtful to a baby and should be
avoided as much as possible. Infants
should never be put into a sitting pos
ture until i they are at least three
months old, when they will probably
sit up of their own accord. They :
should be carried flat in the nurse's
arms, for If the little back is at all
curved it may lead to curvature of the
spine or chest disease. Until children
are. six or seven years old they should
have twelve hours sleep every night.
In addition to this a nap for two
hours, either in the morning or after
noon, will do a great deal toward keep
ing them bright and well.
Blauinsr of Educated Wlvea.
So long as women were absolutely '
ignorant, men could pass as wise on
small capital; but the growing mind
of woman lifts the mind of man with
two great forces heredity and sex-at- .
traction.' Large-brained mothers make
better men, and the sweetheart who
Is wise as well as kind can do won-
ders witL her lover. .
Lord Chesterfield's advice to his son
is clear on this point. He strongly
urges him to marry a woman who is
wise as well as rich, handsome and '
well-born, "for," says he, "thou wilt k
find there is nothing more fulsome.' ",
than a she-fool."
To-day, with our new knowledge of
the laws of nature, with our great ad-'
vance in freedom of thought and ac
tion, there i still less excuse, for us. .
We know now . that a nation Is best
j . j . ' ... . , -
en. Success. '
' Faulty Machine.
Mrs. Newlywed No, I can't say
that I think much 'of my new sewing
machine. It is disappointing.
Mrs. Oldglrl Why, it is a very good
make. What seems to be the trouble?
Mrs. Newlywed I don't know exact-
ly, but when I tried to sew some but
tons on Mr. Newly wed'S' shirt yester
day, it broke every last one' of them.
- Gone. r
Edyth When I refused Charlie
night before last, . he threatened to '
blow his brains but
Mayme Well, he didn't. He pro
posed to me Jast night... . . :
Edyth Indeed! Then he, must have . ;
got rid of them In some other way
Chicago News. "
A large part of the machinery now
being used . to re-establish destroyed
sugar mills in Cuba Is coming from
Europe. " " ' , .' ' " ' ' . '... .
" Don't restrict your seasoning to the
deadly monotonous salt and pepper. f-
Am