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.
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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.
Out of it, wrapped in flannels, stag
gered tho duke. He went to the door
of tho royal car, knelt, kissed tho
queen's hand, waved his cap and called
out, "Three cheers for tlie queen!"
Then re-entering his carriage he drove
back to the castle, and never left it
again alive. Blackwood's Magazine.
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