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About The Oregon scout. (Union, Union County, Or.) 188?-1918 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 27, 1891)
A CAREER. m fie did not care for sclflh pnln, No love of lucor chilled hist heart, Ilit fellow man, tlm lovo of art lind public gixnl wero hh domain; To wto his friends lio Buffered pain. He valued wino tiling more than sold, Rut when tlie day no voice, fortold Of e II made life's lesson plain. Tlio choir of early rulsu grvvr still. Oonteiiipt was IkiM, and friendship Hhy, Ami husy-tiHKues spread calumny His tmme to dellle, ami do him III, And depths of human nature, show T were worth the whole world not to know. -Joel llentou lu Pittsburg Ilulletlu. IITTLK MRS. IIAYNES. i. It wis an eventful ern In my young lift "when my father announced his intention ol renting the light, airy, southern chamber ol our old brown house to a young iwrtrnit painter, who was alM)tit becoming a resident in our village during u fuw weeks of tho sum ener. Never Ieforo had nn ovent so stirring and exciting in its tendency broken over the monotony of my exiKtenec. Never lwforo had my ohililNli imagination been furnished with .o wide a Held of action, or my little heart ; ilirobU'd and palpitated with such a strange mixture of wonder and delight. A portrait painter under our own roof, within tho wnlla ol our own homo what u niru chanco for my inquisitive eyes to draw in anew fund of ItntrwJedgf 1 What an object of envy I should ' "bo to my little mates, and how daintily would , I met out U them wliat I learned from day to day of the wondrous man of the wondrous employment! 1 luvd board of jortrait painters loforo, it as true, but only ius I hud beard and mid of fairies in my little story IxMikH, or listened to my father as ho tnlkel of kings and courtiers in the great world afar off. Uon our par 'lor walls, from my earliest remembrance, had bung portrnlt of my grandfathers and grandmothers, but I had no idea how their facts ciime sIjiimhh1 upon tho dark canvas, or when or by whom their shadows had Ikmmi fixd within tho heavy gilt frames. Llko tho Xrtv that waved lxiforo tho d(X)r and tho 3 i Lies that IiIossoiiiimI every year by tho old (gate, they had to mu always been so. Hut now my eyes wero to rest uX)ii tho trace of one whoso existence had leen like u anyth, n fable. What, a wonderful ixrsonago lie would Ih1 What a dark visage ho would oa.st and what a monstrous, giant llko form I How entirely unlike every ierson that I had ever seen or known would Imj this portrait jiainU'r! While these Hoou!ntionH wero at their "height in my busy brain tho hero made his appearance, scattering thuin mercilessly to fJus four winds. There was nothing giant IlikMiu tho little graceful llgure that sprung (.from the village coach, or dark in tho pleas ant Ixiylhh face, shaded by masses of brown 'hair, and lit up by a merry pair of blue eyes, 'running over with tnlrlh and mischief. Ills rnauiR, too, like the generality of names, had toothing wonderful or striking to characterize it. Ho was simply Frank Iiaynes, nothing more or less, and when, with a pleasant, easy fgr3 ho sought to win my childish favor, I should Imvo been (pillo at homo had not tho stunning knowledge, of his art overjMjwered line. It was a strange freak for a child of ten -summers, but somehow it crept into my baby brain that I must not like him, although tho while, in spito of myself, a preference for his opinions, ways and looks grew up strong witluume. If lie spoke to mo when any one Twwi'oWrvIng him I was silent and shrank awn' from him timidly; but when wo wero alone 1 chatted and chirrupicd like a young robin. I think ho must have noticed this, uml from it have taken into his head tholsiy ish idea of teasing me. To him, he said, 1 was little I'lielw Lester no longer, now that he knew how much I cans I for him. For I lie future he should call Jno Jhu Haynes little .Mix I lay lies and fchould ! very angry if owrylsxly in tho bouse did not follow his example. I must not ever havo any little beaux among tho sc)HxillvyH now that my mime was changed; but I must 1k prim and pncr like any mar .rlcd woman who is fult 'id to her husband. "Would I agree to tin :" he askisl. "I glanced up frori tho hem of my whlto rrnuslin apron, which 1 had Itcen twisting nbout my linger, to meet my mother's eyo "llxisl laughingly upon my face, lu u moment imy Hh wei-o closed resolutely, while he, wvdng at onco tho can of my silence, reached out of the window and pluckist a rose from a running vino that crept nearly to tho mossy eaves. "I.lttlo Mrs. Haynes must wear tho rose," vhe Niid. "It would never do for her to toss her head unit throw his gifts carelessly by. All married women wore llowers which their tbtisbands gavo them, Would I wear the row)" I glanced about the rwin again. My 'mother was nowhere to Ihi seen, and so I fetiid that 1 would wear it If he wanted mo to, "And would 1 consent to Ik called little Airs, Haynes. "Ye, I would consent," "Then it was all right, llo would never 'look alsiut for a wife, nor should I look about for a husband, Wu wero Mr. and .Mr. Haynes. Did that suit inof" "Oh, yes, that Milted me. I liko that." "Well, then, he should havo to buy mo a little gold ring to wear iihu my third finger, to let folks Know that some ouo owned me." "No, I didn't want a ring." "Tut, tut, tut! That would never do. XYopUi who were engaged to lie married id ways gavo Buch a plislgo. He should eak 'to father hIhhiI it, so that it would Ik) all -right. If ho was willing, would I wear the i ringr "No. 1 didn't liko rings." "Wouldn't I like tho ring that ho would buy!" I "No. I wouldn't liko a ring at any rate," During his stay, which was protracted to months, tusteud of wisks, he strovo in overy nay to change my determination aUmt tho engagement ring, as he termed it. 1 was in exorable. A ring I would not wear. Not ovon when ho made ready for his dcuirturo, and told mo that lu a fow weeks he should Ih thousand of miles awny from me, nor when bo piled up beforo mo pictures that ho had drawn at bin leisure during the long summer ' bours thut hung heavily uku his hands,1 would I revoke my division, 1 "ould tako tho lluoly oxevutod drawings, the prettily 1 trained jiortruit of hluiM-lf, but I would have no rings. I At last he went from lis. I shall never for 1 .get tho morning, or how cold, dull and cheer-' Umj it seemed to me. How dreary and dwso- 1 Into everything looked Uvaun) ho was going awny. It was not every day grief that Iwre down uK)ti my young heart, no childish proniUo thut assured him, as bo kissed my I quivering lljs UUv uld nover forget him. 1 and thut 1 would ulwuy bo his little Mrs. I Jlayno. ' "Would I writo to him and slgu that j "Ye, I would." I "X win a good girl, then, and ho would nover forget me, (lood-liy!" "(lood-byl" Myukv trembled and Hut.1 Urwl uon tho words. In mr hort llfo thoy I a wo tho Uttnk.t I had found to nn.ik. During tho iiuxt two years no lady lovi 1 could Imvo lxm muru faithful lu her almml Vulghtthuii 1 wits to 1'iuiik Haynes. Th, irldot uwuKuts'of my lllo elielvd ubuui tbe reception of hh letters, the grit5t Joy of life was In answering them. Among my schoolmates 1 had no childish love, no juve niles to wait upon mo to sleigh rides and parties that the children in tho ncighlorhood delighted in. If I could not go and como alone I would remain nt home, whatever might lo the Inducement offered to tempt mo from my unswerving course. I was littlo Mrs. Haynes, and little Mrs. Haynes I was bent on remaining. Hut whlto I was In the very midst of my heroic devotion a terrible rumor reached my ears, a rumor that Frank Haynes, my self npisjintcd lord and master, was engaged to a. young and beautiful lady in tho city. It was a dreadful blow to my precious hopes and plans, though for a long time I battled against crediting tho reisjrt. Hadn't Frank told mo thut ho would never look about for a wife? that I was tho only littlo lady who should bear his name? Didn't ho writo mo regu larly every fortnight, commencing his letters, "Dear little Mrs. Haynes," and telling mo to bo faithful to liiuif And and would ho do this if ho was engaged! No, not a bit of itl Borne one had maliciously lied alsiut him, had manufactured tho story from their own wicked imagination. I would not believo It, though the whole world stood up beforo mo and tcstilled to the truth. As If to reward mo for my faith, and set my prejudiced littlo mind to right, tho next coach set Frank down nt our door. Ho thought ho must como and see his littlo wifo onco more, lu said, as I went timidly forward to meet him, though ho thought it very bad tasto in mu to grow at such a rapid rato. Ho was afraid I'd grow out of my engage ment; ho should have to put u loaf of hot broad on my head to keep mo within bounds. Wo had Iktii engaged two years. I was It! years old, and u head taller than I was at 10. Ho was going to Kurojio to stay three or four years. What woidd I Isj when ho returned! He did not dare to think. Ho believed I would bo as tall as ho by that time. Wouldn't 11 "I hoped so," I answered, tartly, thinking tho while of tho story of the engagement. "Whow! You aro taking on the airs of a fluo young lady ulreudy, my littlo l'helx)," ho answered, laughing heartily. "You wouldn't give mo ono of your brown curls today If my heart should break for it, would you!" "No, I havo none to spare." "Not ono! Why!" '"Cause" "'Cause what!" "Ileeuuso sho has heard strango reports of you Frank," broke in my inothur, mischiev ously. "She hasn't any idea of letting you rob her of her curls while sho doubts your sincere allegiance to her. Sho is a lady of spirit, you m-o." "On my faith sho is," ho exclaimed, gayly, his blue oy's upon my face. "And I trow I'm in lovo with her for It, Never mind reports, my littlo lady." 1 answered only by a curl of my Hps, while he reached out his hand to draw mu to a seat upon his knts.'. "No, 1 won't sit therol" I cried, pushing away his hand, while tears, which had been crowding their way into my eyes, gavo a sudden (lash down my burning cheeks. "I'll never sit there again, nover!" "My dear littlo Fhebel" There was a real pathos in his rich, manly voice, a quick, penetrating, surprised look in his clear, blue eyes, as ho uttered these words, followed by a rapid, wondering expression of tenderness, us ho rejieated them. "My dour littlo I'iiebel May God bless you I" 1 stole quietly away from out of tho house, with that fervent benediction lying fresh ami deep Usn my childish heart, and throw my self down ill tliu shadoof the old orchard trees and sohlxst out tho heaviness that pressed uMn my spirit. For hours 1 lay there in tho mellow September sunshine, brooding over tho littlo romance that had so silently and strangely grown into tho woof of my al most baby life. 1 wept ls'foro my timo for tho delicious griefs that forever cling to u sweet and conscious womanhood. When I returned to tho house Frank had taken his leave, but in my littlo work basket ho left a small pearl ls(x, which contained a plain gold ring! Did l wear it! Aro you a woman, reader, and ask it! II. "I'lielsj, l'helio! mother says como down stairs. There is a gentleman in tho (uirlor who wishes to mm you." Tho words broke harshly Into my pleasant dreams which 1 had been weaving all tho long golden July afternoon, In the unbroken stillness of my chamber. At my feet, upon tho caret, with Its leaves rumpled and crushed, lay my neglected Virgil in close proximity ton huge Ivitiu dictionary, whilo upon my lap, in a wrinkled condition, my sowing was lying, with a needle hanging by along line of thread, nearly to tho lloor, as if escaKsl luckily from a round of monoto nous hemming, whiuh as yet iHmsted but two or three stitches at its commencement. "Who can It bo that wishes to soo lno!" I exclaimed, rising hastily and lulling after my littlo u-your-old brother: "Who U it, Charlie!" "Don't know; it's somelKxly. Mother says como dow n." "Who can It IkiC An hour siuco I hud seen a gentleman w ith a heavily Warded face como up the walk, but I was too busy with my dreams to notice him very parth ularly. Ktlll, as 1 recalled his face and tlguro and his quick, springing step, them scorned some thing strangely familiar in them. Who could it lie! My heart lusit rapidly. Surely I had scon that face and form U'foru, and a namo that was singularly dear to mo trem bled upon my lips "Frank Hnyues." Hut 1 could not go down to meet him, though I was summoned uthousaud times, I did not wish to see him; why should 1! There was no occuslon for it. I was not tho foolish little girl of ten summers whom ho had left live years ago in short frocks and curls, but a little grown woman instead. No, 1 was not the same. I would not go down, llosidct), u sudden headache was nearly blind ing me. Mother could not usk it of mo w licit I was hardly able to sit iq. Hut w hat would ho think! Would ho cure! Would he still remember tenderly tho little Mrs. Haynes of tlvo years ago! IJttlol 1 reKMttod tho word as I stood be fore the mirror, which gave Ituck to mo an accurate picture of myself. A slender, pass able form; a dark, clear complviiou; largo gray oyes; a mouth whose redness! seemed to luivo robUvl tho cheeks of their color; white tooth; a broad forehead, but not high; large, heavy braids of chestnut brown hair, was tho likeness framed U'foro my eyes. I turned awny with u sigh, and glanced down at my hand. U(K)n tho third linger of tho loft was u plain, gold circlet. Tho hot blood rushed, into my cheeks as 1 looked at It, I would wear it no longer. He should nover know that I hod worn it at all. Just then my brother cumo again to tho door of my room, crying out a now message; "Mother says littlo Mrs. Haynes I wanted down ktulra." "I havo a terrible headache, Chnrlo. 1'loAso toll mother mi," and Kink down upon a chair uIomi by tha window, and loaned my head tqwii a chair luuulU. "Door, iloarl If thy would but forgt 11101" I mui inuroJ to niywilf, as tho hum of thoir couviirs-itiou unmo oloai ly to my cor. An hour wiMod awny, aiul I hwml tho n)uml of volit (u tho (Kill, nml llhtll rt'k In tho walk below. 1 dhl wit ctunvo wigwly from the window, or peer carefully from tha hnlf closed shutters, but clasjssl my hands tightly err my eyes till tho sound of footstep died away in tho distance. Then I crept stealthily down stairs and stepied into the silent par lor, whero so lately ho hud 1km?ii. I was half across tho room lcfore I noticed that I was not alone, and then, leforo I could make a hasty retreat, a glad, merry voice, rich with its golden music, exclaimed: "My own dear littlo Mi's. Haynes, as I live! How happy I am to sec you 1" and a hand clasped mine tightly, whilo a juiir of bearded ll)s were ls-nt down to mine. I drew my head back haughtily. I was a littlo child no longer. I would not nccept, oven from him, the caress that he hud liestowod uion mo live years Isjfore. "Ah, Mr. Haynes," I said, bowing in a dignified way, "I am pleased to see you." My manner chilled at onco his warm, genial nature. Stepping back from nio nnd releasing my hand ho said, with a curl of his finely cut lis: "Your pardon, Miss Ix-ster; I had quito forgotten thut you had grown to bo a lino ludy!" I iMiwed himimck a reply, flashing a quick, imctuous glance ujiou him as I did so. Hut there was no pleasantry attempted on his part, and when my mother entered tho room a few moments after and referred laughingly to our old engagement, ho answered her in a few evasive words as though the subject was not an agreeable one to him. Affairs hud taken nn unhappy turn, but it was too late to remedy them, and day after day jwissed away, leaving Mr. Huynes as cold and distant us ho had been from tho moment I first reimlsed him. I would have given worlds to recall my unlucky words; yet, since they wero sioken, I would not unbend a moment from my calm, cool dignity, though I was as miserublo and wretched as I could well be, und knew thut Mr. Huynes shured my wretchedness. All tho timo that I could spend in my chumlwr without Isjing absolutely rudo was passed there till my strange, unusual appear ance wus noticed by my father und mother, and my mood commented freely upon beforo our guest. "You appear so strango, Phebe," said my mother ono morning. '"1 really do not know how to understand you. I'm afraid Mr. Haynes will think you aro not pleased to see him. Every chanco that occurs you reso lutely avoid him, ns though ho wero tho veri est monster, instead of a dear friend. What Is tho mutter!" "Nothing. Tho strangeness of my appear ance is but a rellection. I cannot help it. Mr. Huynes hntes und despises mo now," I Buid, burving my tearful eyes in my bunds. "Phelxsl" My mother's voice was stern nnd reproach ful, but I did not hoed it. "Ho does bate mo, mother hates mo with u " "Your iarilon, littlo I'heltc Miss Lester but ho does not!" broke in tho rich, clear voico of Mr. Haynes. "Of all iersons in tho world" Ho paused, and in a moment moro I heard my mother step lightly from tho room. "I am not cold, haughty and proud," I said, excitedly, looking up into his face, "ami I do liko you just as well as well " "What, littlo I'heboi" he asked eagerly, a quick expression of joy lighting up his bluo eyes. "As well us ever I did," I fullered. "And how well is thut! So well thut dur ing nil these weary yours you have not cher ished u dream of tho future that did not en circle mo! So well that every strong passionate ho)o of your womanly nature has reached out constantly to mo! As well as I havo liked, aye, loved you till every pulse of your hourt U'uts for mo! As well as this, PhelHj!" 1 covered my faco that ho might not road tho whole expression of my lovo in my toll talo eyes, nnd bp shocked thut it hud grown to be so near uvild, passionate idolatry. "Will you Iks-oiiio Mix. Haynes in truth, in earnest, Phelte!" he asked, druwing mo to my old seut uion his knee, "Yes." "And will nt last wenr tho ring!" I held up my linger U'foro his eyes. "My own darling littlo wife; nt last my littlo Mrs. Huynes in good faith!" ho ex claimed, covering my lips witli kisses. That night there wero sly looks and glances cast toward mo nt every turn, and nt the sup per table my father quito forgot himself and culled mo "little Mrs. Huynes" again. Header, I havo Ikvh a happy wifo for some three blessed, sunshiny years, and as you may havo ulreudy conjectured, "my numo is Haynes. 11 Ahead of ttie Old .Man. "Do you want to see uncut game! Then watch tho three girls sitting with their father in tho fifth mmv of tho middle aisle," said tho tonor of a fashionable uptown church tho other Sunday to a roKrtcr who was paying him a visit in the choir loft during morning service. Tho reporter llxed his eyes on tho men tioned pew. Tho father seemed to 1k a pros porous bunker or ineivhuut, u jortly, gray whiskered, red fuml man, evidently some what of a martinet. As tho deacon ap proached with the contribution box, tho parent drew a fat wallet from his inside pocket, 0Hsucd it and ponqsmsly handed each of his daughters u banknote. "Ho given them a tenner apiece," whisjtered tho chorister. Kuch girl ns she received her bill crumpled it carelessly in her right hand, and liccumo aUsorUsl in tho hyimiul again, which was hold In ltoth hands. When tho silver salver was handed intotheir pow the father dropjKsl his contribution in with a placid air und then passed tho plate along to the ttuughters. Euch took her left hand from her book, dropHxl ii crumpled bill into tho reository, and tho plate wus handed Ituck to the wait ing deacon. "A clover Idea," suid tho tonor, "each girl drops n $1 bill on with her loft und holds out $10 with her right band. It scorns thut young misses huvo to resort to sharp dovices at times to raise money for matinee tickets and bon bons, eh!" Now York Evening Sun, An Old Time Julie. A littlo wooden machine, alsMit six inches long, having nt one end u cog w h 1 with an elastic strip of thin wood securely fastened nt tho cud opposite to the ono that overlies the cog, w hen drawn rapidly nnd skillfully from the nape of the nook down to tho lum bar regions of nn unsusooting victim, con vcys tho horrible ussuruueo to tho bcrotoheo tliat his coiit has been completely ripiod down his Itack, und in u ratio corrosiouditig to his terror at this supposition is tho ineffa ble joy of tho bcrntoher w ho has itorpotrutod tho practical joke. All over the fairs of olden times the eliok-clickiiig screech of this littlo instrument could Ik hoard to the ui compuuliuout of sudden crios of alarm and shouts of laughter faun the crowiL Tho lu geulous mechanism is ocoiuioimlly to lj soon, hoard and fult lu city crowd in Uuglund on occasion of pubU.' rejoicing, Imt it u Incom ing scarcer every ytxir, und oro long, likw its serious rivals, the tuumluorow, tho rack und tho toxtvuHgw' duutfbtar, w ill be found only lu tuvluooltfglcul muMSUim. Now York fiur, Why tlvwuMyiimauVMul uivd bohoi' I.u't lu mvU) woll cU0 whgii by dtudl III Only Knrnpp. The terror was in trouble again and as he caressed the floor of his knickerbockers h seemed sunk in thought. Considering it a good time to make an impression his father Raid: "Do you realim what a bad boy you've boon!" "Yes, sir. Hut that wasn't what I was thinking about. Papa" (suddenly), "why don't you rob a bank or something!" "What do you mean, sir!" "So you would have to go to Canada and and stay there." Philadelphia Inquirer. A Compliment, Old Bachelor Now, Arthur, suppose I should give you this nice red book, what would you say? Arthur I should say you weren't half so stingy as sister said you were. Munsey's Weekly. Sometlilnc Was Wrong. "It was in tho old days of the wet plato method in photography," suid a photogra pher, "and when nn exposure of twenty sec onds hud to bo made and u sitter had to bo absolutely quiet, I had my subject ns I wanted him und took off tho cnp. I left tho room for a moment, and returning, found everything all right apparently. Apjiurent ly, I say, but when I went into tho dark room and developed tho plate I found it most terribly blurred. It looked as if the sitter had turned a handspring or thrown a somer suult. When I went buck 1 was mad. " 'What did you do!' 1 asked. " 'Nothing,' was the innocent answer. Why?' " 'Look at that plato.' I said, 'and then tell me you didn't move.' "Hero my sitter began to laugh at his pict ure. 'Well, I swear I wouldn't a' thought that just going over to the window to spit would havo done all that, lecuuso I sat right down uguin.'" Philadelphia Saturday He view. Ji-alousy Kxtriiordliuiry. In tho Paris Jartliu des Plantes a frequent visitor asked tho keeor: "Is not tho giruffo much thinner than he used to be? Ho seems to mo to lo dwindling away." "You nro quito right," replied tho keeper. "When 1 first took charge ho wus already jealous of tho oMisk, but 1 think ho would havo come out all right if it had not been for tho Eiffel tower. That will lw the death of tho ioor creature yet. From tho Germun. Kalsti Alarm. Wifo (time, midnight) Hark! Husband! Wake upl 1 hear tho rustling of silk und tho clunk of chains. Husbund You do! Horrors! Then tho reports nro true. I was told this houso was haunted. Wifo (much relieved) Oh, is that all? I was afraid Fido had broken loose and wus tearing my new ball dress. New York Weekly. A Natural Qn-ry. Army Student (to now arrival) Hullol my bantnm: what's your fnther? Now Arrival A farmer. "Then why didn't ho make a farmer of you?" "I don't know. What's your father!" (Impressively) "A gentleman." "Then whv didn't lie make u gentleman of you?" Pick'Mo Up. fjlad There Wertf No Afore. Polite Guest (to leader of amateur orches tra thut has Ikh'ii torturing him for fifteen minutes) Allow mo to congrntulate you upon your success as a leader. Lender Thank you. I inn sorry there nr so few Instruments represented tonight. Polito Guest Ah, there is where I congratu late myself. West Shore. A Villain Unhung. B. Jugs (ixiiuting to an aged pedestrian) See that old chap? He has tuken twenty seven lives in his day. B. Jones That amiable old fellow? Im possible. B. Jags Factl Ho drowned three caU this mornllig. Philadelphia Press. Clrcitmstnntlxl Kvltlenre. He I swear it, Maude, you are my first lovo I Sho I believo you, Harold. Nobody but tho merest novico in matters of the heart could ever havo acted as awkwardly as you have for the last six mouths. Life. Ills A (Unity. Beatrice Why do you supioso so solid a person ns Ebon Morris ever murriod a girl like Doris Oollghtly, Ethel! Ethel I don't know, unless the natural af finity of a self made man is a tailor nutdi girl. Munsey's Weekly. Another Cold Steal. Sho Havo you read "Looking Sideways!" He Yos, I see It's another plagiarism. She How is that! Ho Ever won! of it Is in Webster's Una bridged. Time. neiienth Illm. Stranger Huvo you subscribe! to tha World's fair fund? Rich New Yorker (haughtily) Certainly not, sir; I'm a millionaire, New York Weekly. Would Muko u Omul Short Stop. "Of what nationality is your friend a Brurillonl" "Well, I guess he's half Brazil and semi Coloti." Har-wr's Hue or. At a I)ludHiitiE. "Why don't you take &otno ono of your own size," be lilullorvl; "don't you sea I am n Rood deal bigger tliaii you urol" Yankea lllado. ('undented WUdolil. A fruttle Mreh tlie one tlm farmer makes nf tir Utt Mttall boy has pnl through tint orchard. DurllttgttMi l'reo l'ma. rti, Tul Bo u bail to i thftta two elrli honiM latt itUhti Ukl tUy live fur away I Nisi ThoUuaJy tuiiilt.l, Nuw York Hun. ..:! mm Sarin-; a t.lfe. It Is the practice of some writers of serial stories to begin the publication of their romances before the end is written. In the early stages of the story they do not know any better than the public who read it how they aro "coming out." This is especially the case in France, where nearly every newspaper has a fcuilleton or department in which a continued story is published. It is related by II. Aurelien Scholl that when Paul Duplessis was publish ing a serial romance in The Patrie news- I paper ho was visited ono evening by Millet, tho artist. "By the way," said Millet, after a little conversation, "Iain seeking a bit of information. You know that in The Patrio this morning you left tho count ess in the most alarming situation. She had fallen into an ambush, and was surrounded by those who have every motive to cause her to disappear." "Yes." "Well, does sho die?" "Yes; sho meets her deatli at the point of tho Corsican's poignard." Millet struck the table witli his fist. "No luck for me!" he. exclaimed. "Why, what is it to you?" "Oil, nothing but ten lotiis that's all 1 I made a foolish wager with a de voted reader of your stories that the countess was necessary to the 'come . out' of the romance, and that bho would get out of the scrape." "Dear mo J" Duplessis exclaimed. Ho drew out his watch. "Only 0 o'clock," ho said. "There's time enough yet." "Timo for what?" "Time to get into a cab and go to Tho Patrie ofllce and save tlu; countess' life!" "Truly? Would you do that?" Duplessis shook the artist's hand sol- j emnly. j "It's very littlo to do for a friend." I said lie. Ho rushed away to the newspaper j ofllce. overhauled his proofs and made i tlie grumbling printers turn the countess' j distressing death into a marvelous res-' cue, i Touclilni; Loyalty. The grand old Douglas motto, "Ten der and True," was once touchingly il- j lustrated by the representative of an other Scotch family. Tho Duko of 1 Atholo had a disease which was certain j to end fatally. When he was assured i that he would soon be taken away ho I called on all his tenants and bade each t ono farewell with a cheerfulness that tcstilled to his peace of mind. During his last days there occurred a touching incident. Queen Victoria visited Klair-Athole to bid adieu to the dying duke. She had returned to the station, where a crowd of persons had collected, but in sympathy with the solemnity of tho oc casion they maintained perfect silence. Tho train was about to start when thero was a shout of "Stop! Stop!" nnd a brougham was seen driving rap idly from the castle. 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