THE CHARITY GIRL
By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS
C1I A ITER XXVII.
Jack had gone. Ho had waited on nt
the Utile cottage n weary week after that
veiling when Je.in had crept down and
t gently as possible hnd told him of
Audrey's strange aversion to seeing him
"It is only a whim," Joan said, hur
riedly ; "we must humor her."
That same night it was, when they
were sitting alone in the tiny dining
room, that Jack suddenly poured out the
whole miserable story into Jean's ears;
the story of that ball; of how he had
been hoaxed into driving over to see Mr
lionson, who had never sent for him ; of
all the horrible things he had heard about
Audrey; and, lastly, of how he had come
upon her iu the summer house, with Bev
erley Kochfort at her feet kissing her
kands.
"Put yourself in my place, and judge
as I judged. Do not view things as they
.re now, or yon will be harder upon me
than I deserve," he said, as he leaned
iris weary, aching brow on his hand.
"I will not be hard upon you at all,
Ixird John," Jean said, very gently; "for
I think I should have been misled as you
were hy such apparently strong circum
stantial evidence. I am glad you have
cppken out to me. and I only wish Au
drey had done the same, for then we
might have arrived at the truth."
"What is it you mean?" Jack asked,
looking up at her, eagerly.
"I mean that I now am convinced that
Willie is right, and that there was some
plot connived against you both at that
ball. I have no definite proof, only a
woman's intuition to work upon, but that
shall be enough. This must be sifted.
Lord John, sifted to the very dregs. I
love you both," she continued, tears dim
ming her eyes. "You have been more
than good to me, and now that Audrey's
mother is gone I feel I must be friend,
aister and mother in oue. You will see
that I am right, and that you and my
dear one were both the victims of some
conspiracy. On the face of it the whole
affair is absurd. Don't you love each
other better than all the world? I shall
write to Willie and tell him all my
doubts."
And the result of that letter was to
put Willie Fullerton on the track of
Murray, whom Jean seemed convinced
could throw some light on the subject.
A week had gone, and Audrey was
wonderfully better; it was her first real
day of convalescence, and Jean was sit
ting with her, reading. Downstairs Jack
was trying to comfort himself, when sud
denly a familiar voice accosted him, and
be found himself shaking hands with
Marshall. Marshall, grown, older, and
looking very wan in her simple black for
iier beloved mistress. It somehow com
f orted Jack to see her ; she seemed to
bring back a little of the sweet influence
that had surrounded Constance Fraser. '
She had come direct from seeing Mr.
Fullerton, who had briefly told her all,
jand she now asked to see Audrey at once.
"Idet me nurse her, my lord," she en
treated ; "her, my dear's own child. Will
you go up and tell her I'm here, my lord?
l'erhaps I'd best not go straight without
saying."
Jack's face flushed ; he hesitated ; then
he rose and went out of the room. He
could not bring himself to tell Marshall
be was forbidden his wife's presence.
He went steadily upstairs and stood
outside the door. The handle was turn
ed, and from within came the sound of a
faint, low voice. He meant to have call
ed Jean, but the sound of that voice
stopped him.
It was Audrey speaking. His heart
beat violently, theu turned as cold as
Iron in his breast. She was speaking of
bim, but how bitterly ! Each word seem
ed to go through him like a knife. Jean
bad been pleading his cause, but he only
beard Audrey's answer.
"I refuse to see him, Jean ; I refuse U
hear his name mentioned again. V'es,
yes; I know you think me a foolish
child, a fretful invalid ; but I am more
than this. I may not be very old in
years, but I have suffered as much as
any woman of fifty. Do you forget all J
he wrote in that awful letter? Oh, Jean!
Jean ! You don't know how his words
have struck home ! He says I have
wronged him I. who who who "
Her voice grew choked for a moment,
but she soon mastered her emotion. "No,
Jean ; there can be no friendship or kind
ly feeling between us. As he has judged
me, so let me live ; my pride and my
bonor will support me without hira. I
I trust I shall never see him again ; I
shall be happier when I know he is far
away. He said he was going on a tonr
of the world. Why does he not start?
Why does he add to his former cruelty
by staying here?"
"Audrey, you are unjust, you are un
like yoursflf ; you judge your husband
most cruelly. If you could only know
how he has suffered "
Audrey broke in with a hard, bitter
laugh.
"I see he has won your heart, Jean.
IVell, we will say no more, except that I
m firm, and that if Lord John has any
pride left he will not force himself upon
me, but go at once."
But Jack heard no more ; he did not
fcnow that the hard, contemptuous tone
suddenly broke with a little gasping sob;
be did not see the thin, small hands cover
the white, lovely face; he did not know
that Jean had slipped from her chair
and was holding Audrey's weeping form
clasped in her arms. No, he knew none
of this, for he had gone straight down
stairs, he had picked up his hat and ul
ster, and opening the door, be bad walk
ed out into the wind and rain, looking
neither to the right nor the left, turning
bis back deliberately on all that he held
dearat in life.
Before the dawn was broken Willie
Fullerton had followed Jack Glendur
avood up to town, but though he searched
very club, chamber or well-known haunt,
be nowhere found the man he sought, and
when he awoke from a well-earned night's
rest, it was to read s telegram from Mr.
Sampson, stating be had received one
from Jack, who had sailed the evening
Sfor from Southampton In th Mlnosts
for Australia, and might he absent for
years, perhaps forever. So after all.
Sheila had been partially successful, for
she had separated this man and wife.
It was deputed to Jean to tell Audrey
that her husband was gone, but she let
two days elapse before she broached the
subject of his name. The fit of weeping
had done good rather than harm.
"If only we had hiiu here now, all
would be as right as ninepenee," the
doctor had said to Jean on the morrow
following Jack's hurried departure.
"Hut he is not here, and he will not
come, so we must think of what will be
best under the circumstances."
The young doctor had a look of warm
admiration for Jean. What courage, de
termination and common sense she pos
sessed, and withal how large a heart !
Certainly Willie Fullerton was to be en
vied !
"I am afraid she will fret when she is
told all," Jean added, thoughtfully ; "still
it is best all should be known. I shall
keep nothing from her, either now or in
the future," and so, when at last she
spoke of Jack's departure, Jean very
gently but thoroughly put all the facts
before Audrey that Mr. Fullerton had
managed to glean about the masked ball
and its miserable results. She was shown
Murray's confession, signed and attested
by Sheila Fraser. She was given all the
information there was to give, and then
Jean very sensibly, and with more than
ordinary tact, went softly away, and left
her alone to fight the battle out by her
self. When they met again there were tear
stains on the girl's white face, but she
was wonderfully quiet.
"Will you send for Jack's mother,
please, Jean, and ask her to come home?
Now now I am alone I should like her
advice. It is only right and proper as
his wife I should consult h'is mother."
Ten days later news came to Mount
berry that Craiglands was preparing to
receive her grace of Harborough, who
was returning with her son, Lord Iverne,
and her daughter-in-law, Lady John Glen
durwood, and, as may be supposed, the
village was greatly exercised in its mind
over this intelligence, having had its
curiosity whetted considerably by the
vague and unsatisfactory rumors that had
been circulated about the same said Lady
John.
Dinglewood House was shut up, and it
was understood vaguely that Miss Fraser
was visiting, though where no one exact
ly knew. It was generally voted annoy
ing that Sheila should have been absent
just now. She could have thrown light
on a good deal of what was perplexing,
and have, moreover, given the real ac
count of what had happened at the ball ;
whether it was true that Lady John had
flirted and behaved so abominably, or
whether Dr. and Mrs. Thorngate were
correct in saying that somebody had imi
tated hw ladyship's domino, and cleverly
tricked the whole room of guests into
imagining that it was Lady John who so
thoroughly disgraced herself and her hus
band's name. Then Sheila, too, could
have given the exact history as to what
had occurred between Lord John and his
wife, and what was the meaning of all
the extraordinary rumors that had been
circulated.
But Sheila was not on hand to be
questioned, and, in default of encourage
ment, it was really wonderful how soon
the excitement and curiosity began to
die away and how readily everybody grew
to consider Audrey as having been most
injured by the trick that had been so
wantonly played upon her. In fact, by
the time Christmas was due, Lady John
and her doings were a theme too old to
be mentioned anywhere, and the affairs
at Craiglands would have been passed
over as almost Indifferent and uninterest
ing, but that, just as the joybells were
proclaiming the birth of a new Christ
child, the icy fingers of the death angel
were laid upon the heart of Duncan, Mar
quis of Iverne, and he was taken fron?
his bed of suffering to a reign of peace
and rest.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
It was a week since they had carried
away all that remained of the once hand
some, merry young Lord Iverne and
buried him with pomp and solemnity in
the Harborough vault. A telegram had
winged its flight across the ocean to Mel
bourne, from whence Mr. Sampson had
received a curt announcement of John
Glendurwood's safe arrival a telegram
briefly giving the sad news of one broth
er's death to another, but no answer had
been vouchsafed, and the lawyer could
not but entertain strong doubts as to
whether the new Marquis of Iverne was
gone still further on his travels, and so
their message was unread.
Craiglands was very sad in those days.
The duchess seemed to break down alto
gether after her son's death. Yet, despite
all this, she was gentle and kind to Au
drey beyond description ; she could not
have given the girl more love if she had
been her own child. They were quiet
days, and peaceful, and Audrey found
many little duties to perform which help
ed to make the hours fly. She was very
pale and delicate, but she refused to al
low Jean to consider her an invalid, and
was never weary of flitting about the
duchess, eager to do all and anything in
her power to alleviate tne sorrow which
was oppressing the mother' heart. The
only distraction was Willie Fullerton's
weekly visits, when his breeiy, happy
manner seemed to change the very atmos
phere. Snow had fallen heavily and it lay on
the ground during the whole month of
January and onward. Despite this, bow
ever, Audrey would persist in joint out
as much as possible.
"It doe me good," sh said to Jean,
who wai fearful of every cold wind that
blew on her darling. "I must r, Jean.
I I fed sometimes as If I should go
mad in the house!"
She had this restless feeling on her one
afternoon toward the middle of February.
"I shall walk Into Mountberry. I want
to see Mrs. Thornrate do you mind,
dearest f she asked the duchess, who sat,
linlf doelng, half dreaming, by the fire,
"Take care of yourself, Audrey. Fut
on stout boots ! This buow is so pene
trating !"
Audrey walked briskly over the snow,
a slender, graceful figure in her heavy,
black garmeuts, her lovely face lovelier
than ever in its somber setting. She
was warmly greeted hy Dr. Thorngate,
who was just leaving the vicarage as she
arrived. Audrey thought he looked worn
and troubled.
"My wife will be rejoiced to see you,"
he said, and his gaze followed the girlish
form in an affection that was deepened
only by admiration and respect.
Mrs. Thorngate was troubled, too, and
though she welcomed Lady Iverne with
all her old love, she was not herself.
Audrey felt pained aud full of sympathy.
"I am sure you would rather I did not
stay, dear Mrs. Thorngate," she said,
simply, rising and drawing on her wraps
again. "You have something on your
mind, and will be better alone."
Mrs. Thorngate's answer was to burst
into tears.
"My heart is broken !" she sobbed.
"Oh, Beverley, my boy, my boy! And I
have loved you, honored you, believed in
you so much !"
Audrey knelt down by her friend.
"Let me help you. Tell me all," she
begged, her own eyes growing dim and
misty with pity.
It was a very brief story. Beverley
had written to his aunt that morning.
He was in a terrible predicament. Two
years back he had committed forgery out
in Africa; he had cleverly escaped de
tection, and had come to England, think
ing all danger gone. I'nluckily for him,
his movements and real name had been
discovered ; he had been tracked. If the
money were not forthcoming In the next
twenty-four hours he would be handed
over to justice.
"Audrey, what can I do? What can
I do? I cannot sit here and know Jhat
he, the boy I have loved, is condemned
to a felon's cell. He has been my joy,
my one delight, and Gus refuses to let
me help him."
Audrey felt her heart beginning to
beat with a sense of pain and apprehen
sion. The very mention of this man's
name fell like a black shadow on her
heart. She trembled as she recalled all
the evil his cold-blooded treachery had
worked between herself and Jack; the
memory of his passionate love words
raised a blush of shame to her face even
now, but she put her own feelings on
one side to minister to Mrs. Thorngate's
sorrow.
"Will you let me take this off your
shoulders?" she asked. "Hush! Not a
word. We are friends, are we not? Rest,
and be at peace, for, by God's will, I will
save him from what you fear !"
(To be continued.)
OLD STYLE CLOCKS SIMPLE.
Still Manufactured and Sold by
Dealers and In Good Demand.
Conspicuous by their simplicity or
their quaintness or both among the
many sample clocks of more modern
designs shown In the salesrooms of a
clock-manufacturing concern were a
few of the old styles. There were old
time, so-called Gothic clocks, once a
favorite style; not a very big clock and
with the top not flat but carried up to
a ridge line like a sharp-pointed roof,
with the gable end to the front, and
having as Its base, on either side, at
the top of the body of the clock, a little
spire, the lower section of the door of
the clock, below the dial, painted with
some sort of design.
There were cottage clocks, these
smaller than the Gothics, and like all
these old-time clocks are simple, and
trim looking, with upright, square-cornered
cafes.
And then there were bigger clocks,
larger than the cottage clocks and larg
er than the Gothics, clocks with their
long door deeply recessed within a wide
bordering molding, tall, square, cor
nered, prim-looking and yet engaging
clocks, sue as once.'rnade of mahogany
or mahogany veneer, stood on many
and many a mantelpiece, cloeks with
big dials and long hands and with a
sonorous tick.
Among these large clocks there were
some with cases less severe In design
and finished, with some ornamentation
about them and gilded half-columns,
one on either side of the case. In front,
clocks such as once adorned the shelf
of many an old-time parlor.
These old-style clocks were not old
clocks, but new clocks. Such as are
still manufactured and sold.
"Clocks are now made of many ma
terials as to their cases and In Innum
erable styles," said the salesman, "and
we are adding new styles all the time,
and the great majority of people buy
these clocks of later designs. Hut we
still continue to sell clocks of a few of
those once familiar old styles. Some
of these old-style clocks we make with
modern spring Improvements within
their old-time cases and others of them
we still make with the old-time cloca.-
weights.
"Of all these new old-style clocks
comparatively few are sold In the city.
They go mostly to smaller towns and
to tue country. But it would not do to
say that they are bought by old-time
people clinging to old-time ways and
styles. They may find such buyers but
other buyers anywhere may fancy them
for their quaintness or for old-time as
sociations." Didn't Help Matters.
Daughter (In tears) But, pupa, what
have you against Charles? I am sure
he weuld make a good husband.
Irate Papa He's an Idiot, and Is
only after your money.
Daughter Oh, no, papa; I know he
would marry me without a cent
Irate Tapa Would he? Then be !
a worse idiot than I thought Pel
Mele.
Her for the Slaft-le Bllaa.
Miss Elderlelgh Now that you have
a husband. I suppose you haven't a sin
gle wish ungratlfied.
Mrs. Wedderly (sighing) Onlr on
and that Is a single with.
SOME THOUGHTS ON
JULIET V. STRAUSS.
down In the scale of humanity when we are Just grazing the law. Laws are
not made for noble and courageous and upright people; not for people who
know how to make blessings of their burdens and make torches of their faith
to carry them over the rough places; the law Is not for the proud man made
In God's Image, who knows better than to complain; not for the gifted
woman who understands the value of patience and her duty to the human
race. Tho law Is not for the man whose word is as good as his bond or the
woman who, as most of her sisters do not, understands the nature of an oath.
The law Is for people who easily "rue bargain," who whine under duty and
squirm about for release from their share of the heat and burden of the day.
We are in a sorry plight when the law must settle our difficulties we
admit our failures as men and women when we cannot order our own lives
to some working out of sweetness and light. We have no right to make laws
to legalize Immorality. We have no right In the light of human reason or
plain logic to license any evil.
Many people ask if one does not think it better to part than to live un
happily together. No. I think It letter to stop living unhappily. It takes
two to make unhapplness. Let our men and women be men and women In
the best sense. Let them stop playing at life and get down to plain living and
working In which alone the human being finds his highest development Let
women stop betng lazy and men stop being false not only to the wives they
have married, but to themselves and the whole human race! Let us earn
to have pride In morality and stop running after false gods of fashion. Home
and Its sanctity, the family with Its holy ties of love and common sympathies,
these are the priceless treasures which to-day many women spurn for fine
costumes and the dissipation that seems to be a mania with the fashionable
woman. Chicago Journal.
Marvelous, j j
Quaint and Curious.
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Graves of the Stone Period.
Stone Chambers, which once formed
places of interment, are frequently dis
covered within large barrows of earth
raised by the hands of man. They are
to be referred to the period of the
Danish Invasion, which Is generally
termed among antiquaries the "Stone
reriod," because the use of metals was
then In a great measure unknown ; and
while a few are to be found In Great
Britain, there are many more of them
In Denmark. These tombs, which are
covered with earth, have most prob
ably contained the remains of the
powerful and the rich. They are al
most all provided with long entrances,
which lead from the exterior of the
mound of earth to the east or south
side of the chambers. The entrances,
like the chambers, are formed of large
stone, smooth on the side which Is
turned inwards, on which very large
roof-stones are placed. The chambers,
and even the entrances, which are from
sixteen to twenty feet In length, are
filled with trodden earth and pebbles,
the object of which, doubtless, was to
protect the repose of the dead In their
graves, and the contents which are
found In them consist of unburnt hu
man skeletons (which were occasion
ally placed on a pavement of flat or
round stones), together with Imple
ments and weapons, and tools of flint
or bone, ornaments, plqces of amber,
and urns of clay. In some cases smal
ler chambers have been discovered, an
nexed to one side of the passage which
leads to the larger chamber, and one of
these smaller chambers we have en
graved as a specimen of the sort of
tombs we are now describing.
The sketch represents a chamber
which was discovered In a barrow, sit
uated near Paradls, In the parish of
the Vale, In the Island of Guernsey.
On digging Into the mound, a large flat
stone was soon discovered ; this formed
the top, or cap-stone, of the tomb, and
on removing It, the upper part of two
human skulls were exposed to vl.w.
One was facing the north, the other
the south, but both disposed in a line
from east to west. The chamber was
filled up with earth mixed with limpet
hPiii. and as It was gradually remov
ed, while the examination was proceed
ing downwards Into the interior, we
bones of the extremltlea becam ex
posed to view.
W acted RtiMTMh,
Amiable American minister to for
eign countries cannot always resist the
coaxing or coercion of worthy but on
cultivated countrywomen who desire
a presentation at court. One woman,
who, after much pleading and pressure,
had received a promise that she and
ber daughter should be presented at ths
next levee of a certain minor European
sovereign, came, the day before the
vent, to the minister's wife. She
assmril In much perturbation, yet reluc
1 'A.
GRAVE OF THE STONE AGE.
THE DIVORCE EVIL.
I am opposed to divorce. Extreme cruelty Is
about the only reasonable plea, In my mind, for
putting asunder a couple whom God has Joined
together. I know there nre plenty of peoplo
who will claim that God lias little enough to do
with much of our marrying these days, but,
though there Is a great deal of light-mindedness
among our young people ou the subject of mar
riage, I still think that the union of any couple
In marriage, particularly If there Is a child, or
children, has much of God In It, and If the par
ties concerned do not know it, so much tho
worse for them, for they will suffer accordingly.
Ignorance Is our worst enemy, and it Is Ig
norance that prompts people to regard divorce
lightly and marriage as a thing easily set aside.
I wish the divorcee could realize that. Instead
of being honorable In the sight of the world by
her "legal" separation from the man she hns
married and easily tired of, she Is a creature
standing barely within the law. We aro far
tant to state her errand. At last she
came to the point.
"It's the kissing hands," she con
fessed. "Jenny aud me ain't sure we've
got it right. We've practiced a lot
Jenny kissing mine and me kissing
Jenny's but Jenny gets laughing, so
we don't know any better In the end
than we did In the beginning. Would
you mind telling me which side up Is
right palm-side or knuckle-slde? And
do you catch hold anywhere, or does
the queen hold It steady without?"
The wife of the minister was able to
assure the perplexed matron that
"knuckle-slde" was correct, and that
lightly sustaining finger-tips were per
mitted to be placed beneath the finger
tips of royalty ; moreover, that she
need concern herself about none of
these little niceties, since only the sub
ject of a sovereign was expected to kins
her hand at all. For an American, the
deep courtesy was sufficient. Instead
of being relieved, however, the woman
was much annoyed.
"A person might as well be hung for
a sheep as a lamb," she declared, "and
If I'm going to courtesy, I'd rather
kiss, too. Besides, there'B all that prac
tice wasted, and Jenny'll never, get done
laughing at me, kissing her hand for
nothing all those times. All Is, If she
giggles, I believe I'll up and box her
ears!"
Water Drops an Torture.
A drop of water, even three or four
drops, falling on the head seems a
thing unworthy of attention ; neverthe
less In China a slow and continuous
dropping of water on the head has
been found to be a method of torture
under which the most hardened crim
inal abjectly howls for mercy.
When a professor In the Sorbonne,
the famous university of Paris, stated
this to his class the other day one of
the students laughed Incredulously and
said It would take a good deal of that
sort of thing to affect him.
The professor assured him that ern
oue quart of water dropped slowly onto
his hand would be beyond his endur
ance. He agreed to experiment
A quart measure filled with water
was brought In, a microscopic hole was
bored In the bottom and the perform
ai'ce began, the professor counting.
During the first hundred drops th
student made airy remarks. With the
second hundred he began to look less
cheerful, then gradually all his talk
died away aud his face took on a hag
gard, tortured expression. With the
third hundred the hand legan to swell
and look red. The pain Increased to
torture. Finally the skin broke.
At the four hundred and twentieth
drop the skeptic acknowledged his
doubts vanished and begged for mercy.
He could bear no more.
KCotha and Butterflies.
Some moths look very much like but
terflies, but there are two ways In
which you can always tell the one
from the other. Each has little slen
der feelers growing from the head, but
the butterfly's feelers, or antennae, as
they are called, have knobs on the
ends. The antennae of the moth some
times have tiny feathers on them and
sometimes little spires, but they are
never knobbed. Then, too. In alight
ing the butterfly always holds her
wings erect, while the moth's droop or
are nearly flat
A Martyr.
The Friend If your married life Is
so unhappy, why don't you get a di
vorce from your husband? Unhappy
Wife Because he would then marry
some other woman and make ber un
happy. Chicago News.
What has become of the old-fashioned
man who, when be bought anything
at a store, asked the clerk, "What la
the damage!"
OLD AND NEW UNCROWNED
KINGS OF EGYPT.
LOBO CBOMEB.
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BIB ELDON OORST.
Lord Cromer, British Agent and Con
sul General In Egypt, In other words
ruler, hns resigned his office after more
than twenty years of service, which
has resulted In no less good to the
country than fame to himself. Sir El
don Gorst Is his successor. Lady Cro
mer, Lord Cromer's second wife, whom
he married in 1901, Is the daughter of
the Marquis of Bath. They have three
sons. The wife of Sir Eldon Gorst Is of
Scotch parentage, and was married In
1003. The now agent Is 46 years old,
and has spent most of his life In the
Egyptian service.
IMPRESSED THE FOREIGNERS.
American In Europe Wore II ad are of
National llepobllcan Committee.
A well-known New Yorker who
spends a good part of his time In Paris
relates how he once met a fellow coun
tryman who Invariably sported a huge
red badge bearing the legend of the
National Republican Committee.
After a time the New Yorker's curi
osity got the better of him and ho
asked his fellow countryman why he
, was displaying such an emblem to the
i foreigners.
"It's Just this way," cheerfully ex
plained the other. "One day at one
' of the big hotels I noticed a number of
' ill a tmi whir, rrr,t tha haftf rf m e at flit
times. I bethought me that It would be
a good Idea to consult one of the wait
ers as to the reason. Incidentally I
tipped him.
"A great light burst upon me when
I was politely Informed by the waiter
that one of the gentlemen Indicated
wore the Legion of Honor, that the
other sorted the Insignia of the Order
of the Star of India, and that the third
was the proud possessor of the Order
of 8t Michael and St. George. Gentle
men wearing these and other orders,
added the waiter, were Invariably given
tho utmost consideration.
"It didn't take me long to drop In
line. I dug down Into my trunk and
pulled out the liadge you now see
adorning my manly chest. I put It on
and have worn It ever since. Of course
none of our French friends has the
least idea. what It represents, but it's
a decoration, and that goes with them.
Since I donned It nothing has been too
good for me." Harper's Weekly.
Jndsrlna- by a Sure Sla.
Wise He's very wealthy.
Mrs. Wise Yes, and very stingy and
mean.
Wise Oome, now, you're not sure of
that You mustn't judge a man by bis
clothes.
Mrs. Wise I don't I'm Judging him
'by his wife's clothes. Philadelphia
Press.
Mia Intellla-enee.
Purchaser You told me that parrot
I bought of you was the most Intelli
gent bird In your collection, while the
fact Is he doesn't talk at all. Dealer
That's what I meant when I spoke of
his Intelligence.
There Is a good deal of cheap wit
hour hnirirln slrla In the waltz, but as
la matter of fart, when a man hugs a
woman, he does not do It tn a crowd.
Perhaps the new woman Is a failure
because there Is no new man to pla
second fiddle
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