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About Wallowa chieftain. (Joseph, Union County, Or.) 1884-1909 | View Entire Issue (March 6, 1902)
MOTHERHOOD. The r.:lit throbs on; but let me pray. .i.-.ir Ixird! 1't-uku off bis name a moment from my niiiiuh, Tn Tli'v niy eyes would turn, but they bai t, fl. . i.i my rtn beside me where be '' S. I.orJ. so little ami so warm! 1 -t mt think thst Thou hadst need of iim: .lit- little. Lord, be cannot King, unuot praise "jee; all bis life had learned V 1 ti bold fust my kisses in the night, him to me he is not happy there! IK u l uot felt his lifa; bis lovely eyes juat-jkiiew uie for bis mother, and he died. Hast Tnoii an angel there to mother him? 1 say he loves me best if he forftets. If Then allow it thut my child forgets And runs not out to meet me when I couie What are my curses to Thee? Thou hast heard The curse of Abel's mother, and since :hen We h:ive not ceased to threaten at Thy throne. To threat and pray Thee that Thou hold them still 111 memory of us. See Thou tend him well. Tbou God of all the mothers! If he lack One of his kisses Ah, my heart, my heart, Iu angels kiss In Heaven? Give him Lack! Forpive me. Lord, but I am sick with prief. And t.red of tears and cold to comfort ing, Thn art wise, I know, and tender, aye, snd good, Tlinu hast my child and be is safe in Thee, And I iiclieve Ah, God. my child shall go Orphaned anions the unjrels! All alone, So little and alone! He knows not Thee, He eniy knows his mother give him buck! Seribner's. NOT TOO LATE f H- H H t 1 I' I 1 I 1 I 1 l .H I l I I 'M"!1 BT was late when George Atwood arrived at Mrs. Halleck's party. There was quite a brilliant com pany present, and Mr. Atwood stood near the door to scan the throng. Evidently he was looking for some body yes, for his eyes rested now ou a young girl. A girl with a beuutiful face upturn ed to a fair, handsome man, bending over the back of her chair. She seem ed in a trance of delight, and wholly unconscious of anybody's presence lu the brilliantly lighted parlors but the man bending over her. And the girl was George Atwood'i promised wite. When his eyes rested on her an aw ful change came over his face, the rich, durk color fled, leaving It white and rigid, aud his lips formed a tense line under bis heavy, durk beard. For days past George Atwood watch ed Ida Challis, his Intended wife. He knew that Ida loved him devotedly, and he tried not to watch her; he tried not to notice Alfred May's attention to her, but as he caught sight of her face when he entered Mrs. Halleck's parlor he knew that he ought to have kept a better watch over her than he did. Alfred May possessed the fasci nation of a serpent, and he had drawn Ida into the meshes. George Atwood turned away with an Inward groan He loved Ida passion ately; her love seemed lost to him, yet he could not think of giving her up. "Mr. Atwood is here," Alfred May said, looking down at Ida Challis. The radiant face grew pule, and Ida shivered as she looked around her. She had fallen from her world of bliss aud be was once more in Mrs. Halleck's crowded salon. "!id you say Mr. Atwood was here? Wam-e is he?" she asked, in a low vuW. "Yes; he was here a moment ago. I "aw him looking savagely iu this di ''criuti. but be bus disappeared; 1 dj not see hiiu anywhere now," and Mr. May laughed his musical laugh, han-.'ed the conversation, aud iu an other minute Ida's face was upturned and rosy once more. A quadrille was forming, and a gen tleman came to claim Ida for the dunce. Away from Alfred May aud 'he glamor his presence cast over her partly vanished she thought of her lover. - Yhcre was he? Did he no tice anything wrong iu her conduct to ward Alfred May? If he was iu the room why didn't he come to her? These thoughts flashed through Ida's uind as she waited for the first figure o be called, and happening to turu her hfead, she saw her lover standing ou the opposite side of the room, his eyes fastened upon her. One glance at his livid face aud everything in the Illum inated parlors seemed whirllug round her. The dance was over. Ida never could tell how she go tthrough It. The heat t the room was suffocating her. and en her partner left her, after leading her back to her seat, she rose and stag gered over to one of the windows that "Pened out upon the balcouy. As she stepped Into the deep recess f the window she let the curtains' fall lxind her, shutting In the light fad "ftt and whirl. How delightful mud ol It was out here. The shining stars looked down at her from their deep blue setting through the open window. iJt Itlu did not shut herself out lo the darkness to gaze at the stars. She threw herself Into a chair which occu- ANCHORED TO A WHALE, FISHERMAN 5 5fL"'W-'55- 'vTYiFf Startling was the experience of Charles Decker of Gloucester, Mass., on ths last cruise of his fishing schooner, the Maxine Elliott. Pecker, while nshing Iifc'full-T ln ,he wters of Sheepscott bay. found himself anchored to a whale, which suddenly took a notion to tow him out to sea at a rate heretofore un dreamed of in dory navigation. The Maxine Elliott lay anchored under the lea of Lower Mark Island. The fish were running rreely in the mouth of the Sheep scott and. Decker, with the other men from the boat, was engaged in hand lining over the sides of dories stretched between the Cranberry ledges and Sister rocks, each covering a favorite locality for cod. Decker let down his anchor when sbout midway between Lower Mark and Griffith's head, on a spot known to be shoal about twenty-five fathoms being charted there. He baited jigger aud threw it overboard, and while it was running out set to work on another. He had let his anchor run easily, and when it brought up he had lifted and low ered it several feet to make sure it was on bottom. Suddenly bis dorv careened, whirled half around, and started ahead at a -ate that was dragging his cod line and jigger far lehind. Decker was almost paralyzed with astonishment and not a little flight. His hair was beginning to stand on eud and his flesh was creepy all over as be thought of some mysterious "sea devil" dragging him out to ea. Just then a big whale came to the top to blow, just ahead of the dory, and Decker was relieved to see his anchor fast in the monster's blow hole. A whale was something that he was used to. His fright vanished and he promptly cut the tow line aud released himself from peril. When he came on board his mate refused to believe the yarn, aud asserted he had cut the line because he was too lazy to lift the anchor. pied the recess and buried her face In her bauds. "Oh. what a wretch I am!" she moaned. "George suspects I think more cf another man than I do of blm. Heaven help me! How is this going to end ?" Little Ida dreamed that before many minutes she would know bow It was going to end. As she asked herself that question voices came to her from the balcony without. Ida's head was erect in an instant. A lady and gentleman were speaking on the balcony. Ida did not wish to sit and listen to what was not intended for her ears, but the man's voice held her spellbound, and she leaned forward to catch every word that fell from his lips. "What absurd ideas, to be sure!" the man was saying, in bis lightest tones. "Absurd! How can you say so?" said the lady's voice, hotly. "Anybody can see that you are trying to come between George Atwood and his In tended wife." "Trying to come between them!" and Alfred May laughed derisively. "Ah, you mean that you have already accomplished it! Yes, everybody says that you must have fascinated Miss Challis that she loves you Is no long er a secret." "She loves me! Then more fool she for her pains, for, my dear, I have uo affection to waste on anybody but your own sweet self." Ida listened to no more. For days she had been under a spell, but It was shattered at last. She fell back in her chair, buried her head in her hands once more and groaned aloud. At that momeut the heavy curtains parted and George Atwood stepped into the recess. "Ida, what ails you?" and he rested his baud lightly ou her shoulder. "Oh, don't touch me ion't speak to me!" she cried, drawing away from him with a shiver. "George, I'm uot worthy a kind word from your lips." "Heaven forbid, Ida, that a word should full from my lips but in kiud uess to you. It is too lute to censure," and the stroug man's voice quivered "it is so hard to give you up. If Al fred May was a good man " "Alfred May is a scoundrel! and I hate him 1 hute myself! Oh, George, If you knew how wretched I am!" aud Ida burst iuto tears. "Ida!" cried George. In Joyful as tonishment. "I thought you loved Al fred May!" "George. I've acted foolishly I've done wrong, but oh. I'm so sorry." said Ida. betweeu her sobs. "My darling!" and George clasped her in his strong arms. "Let us for get the past few weeks of our exist ence." New York News. HIS BETTING CLOTHES. Superstitious Young Man Explains Cause of Hia Loaaes. There is a new boarder at the board ing house. He wears a new pair of Scotch tweed trousers, a mile too wide across the beam, and au embryonic waxed mustache, which he loves to train Into the form of a grapevine ten dril. When he is uot twirling his ten drilous mustache or taking another bitch in his trousers he plasters down wiiA", his hand his straggly growth of tow-colored hair and confines it as best he can behind the rims of his small ears. "Do you know," said the newcomer, "that I am the most superstitious fel low you ever saw? Now, really, I am." "I think that we are all supersti tious," said the actress, who sat across from him at the table, and who was one of tfie ballet In "Beauty aud the Beast." "Perhaps." was the languid reply. "But do you know, some of us sporting men are very superstitious. Dou'tcher think so?" "You a sporting man!" Interrupted the actress. "Why." she said, "I took you for a musiclun. Don't you play?" "Only the races." answered the new boarder. "Now, for iustance," coutlu- GLOUCESTER IS TOWED OUT TO SEA. ued the new boarder, "to show you how superstitious I am, I never play a hoss ou Friday. I lost $13 the first Friday that I ever bet on the races, and I made up my mind thut I never would bet on Friday aeulu. And you notice, too, that It was $13 that I lost" "And do you know." began the young man again, "I have learned that a man should never play the bosses In clothes that he has lost in. Now, for instance, I always used to lose iu a suit of green plaid. I lost on hoss after hoss In those clothes, aud finally a friend told me that they were boo-doo clothes and that I ought to wear something else. Well, do you kuow, I wore an old suit of black cheviot and I made $400 on a 10-to-l shot" "Color makes all the difference in the world ln betting. Then, too, a man wll always lose If he bets lu a poolroom In the same street with an undertaker's establishment. I used to lose right along at a poolroom in 6th avenue until I found out that there was a under taker two doors up the street. "A white boss is luckier than a black hoss. Whenever there Is a black hoss up I always bet on hhn, especially if I have on a light suit. The fat boarder was about to leave the table, says the New York Tribune, wheu he turued and said: "I dou't think I will do much betting at that rate. I haven't enough clothes to go around, and I doubt very much If you will have, young man. If you keep ou." The waxened mustached young man again plastered down a curl, but said nothing. The Wit of the Little Ones. Dr. Macnamnra. M. P., has a fund of good stories of children's witticisms. "Last Christmas," he says, "I was at a meeting of school children in Keu nington. Before going away I said to thm: 'Now, boys, mind you don't get into mischief or trouble betweeu now and next Christmas,' to which the chil dren replied: 'Same to you, sir!' To a question as to where the Nile rose, oue answer was: 'In Mungo Park.' Anoth er child was asked: 'Where are the most famous volcanoes iu Europe?' to which he replied: 'In Sodom and Go- I morrah.' Definitions given by some of the little ones were well worth pre serving. Here are some: 'A vacuum is nothing shut up lu a box.' 'A pessimist is a man that attends to your feet, and au optimist a man that attends to your eyes.' This is what a little girl wrote of the Salic law: 'Edward HI. would have beeu king if his mother had beeu a man.' Again: 'King Henry VII. liked plenty of money and plenty of wives, and died of ulcers on the legs.' 'Grass,' answered one little child, 'is what you've got to keep off.' Another wrote: 'The marriage custom of the ancient Greeks was this, that a man married only one wife, which was called a mo notony.' "Loudon Answers. A Little Dense. "Sousa's band played before King Edward." "Indeed? That wasn't court etiquette, was it?" "What do you mean?" "You said Sousa played before the King. The King should have played first shouldn't he?" Cleveland Plain Dealer. His Ides of a Recluse. "It seems funny to find a recluse liv ing right here in the heart of a great city." "What do you mean?" "I mean Peter B. von Gossler." "Why. he's not a recluse." "He Isn't, eh? Then why hasn't he a telephone?" Cleveland Plain Dealer. Monuments at Gettysburg. In Gettysburg Park there are about 500 monuments. In addition to this pat riotic ornamentation there are 223 mounted cannon and over 200 monu mental tablets. Times have changed; when a woman starts out to earn her living these days, she isn't regarded as a heroine, with a mortgage on her Dear Old Home. ABOUT THE BIOGRAPH MACHINE THAT PRODUCES THE MOVING PICTURES Great Future for Them in Education Some of the I'aca to Which They Muy lie rut How the Film Are Made. There Is a great future for moving pictures in education. To the insular child what more Impressive method of information as to what a warship is like in all its majesty than to show him one lu motion photography ? The chil dren of the Central Slates will be shown waves dashing high upon the strand, or rolling iu gentle billows oil the bathing beach where childreu are at play. There are city childreu, too, who can be shown harvesting aud hay ing scenes iu the great West; cows, horses, and all animals, wild and tame. And for both rural aud urban young sters the mutoscope will display the Indian, the Conauian, the Zulu all races of men aud their manners and customs. To the geography class the mutoscope will display the capes, riv ers, cities, bays, towns and historic buildings that heretofore have beeu but names to the book-dazed scholar. He will be shown the Mulr glacier iu Its mighty disintegration, Vesuvius Iu eruption, and Niagara's resistless flood. It will take the scholar up the Danube or down the Mississippi, or show him the wondrous panoramas of London, New York, Paris, Bombay and Canton life. To the history class the muto scope will show the great personages of to-day, as they live and move and have their being. What more vital sug gestion of the war with Spain than the two views of the Spanish warship Vis caya one showing her at anchor lu New York harbor, her captain, in bitter jest training his cannon ou the city; the other a battered wreck upon the bench of Santiago a few weeks later? Life-motion pictures are made with one type of camera and projected by two kinds of machines. The moving picture camera is arranged so that, wheu turned, by a crank, either by hand or by au electric motor, the sensitized film passes behind the lens at a rate of 320 feet per minute. But, to make each picture, this film must come to a dead stop for one-seventeenth part of a sec ond, during which time the shutter of the camera opens aud closes. Then in less than the huudredth part of a sec ond the film moves down about two inches, and the process is repeated un til the picture is finished. From one half a minute to a minute Is sufficient time to take ordinary scenes iu life-motion. Five hundred or six hundred men marching eight abreast can pass at a walk a given point iu one minute; and so, ln taking life-motion photographs of a parade, the operator of the camera turns on his machine only at the mo ment important personages are passing. Pictures three minutes In length or longer are often taken, but experience has shown that long pictures ou the bio graph grow tiresome. A developed biograph film is simply a ribbon of semi-transparent celluloid three inches wide, on which appears a succession of pictures. These pictures are two Inches high and cover the film to Its edges, while betweeu each pic ture there Is a margin of one-sixteenth of an inch. A picture-film of a scene that has lasted a minute will be three Inches wide and 320 feet long. Ou It will be 1,800 separate photographs of the subject The camera makes exposures at the rate of thirty distinct snap shots per second, and the biograph or muto scope (by which names the two forms of reproducing apparatus are distin guished) exhibit them to spectators at the same rate of speed. The eye cannot detect where one picture Joins another, for they pass at the rate of 1,800 pic tures per minute. Everybody's Maga zine. USES HEIRLOOM RECIPES. Secret of Fiue Cookery at a New York Wouiuu'a Keatauruut. The trio of luncliers that went Into the little home restaurant out of curios ity lingered long to eat and prulse. "Such flavoring!" "Such seasoning!" they said to the proprietress. "Where did you get your recipes?" The smart little woman smiled in ap preciation of these little compliments. "You are right," she said, "In uttribu ting my success to the recipes. With out them I should have been a rank failure. With them I have been able to establish a profitable business down on this corner. "My cook book is simple. There Isn't another like It in the whole country. If It should ever be given to the public it would be no misnomer to call It the Blue-Blood Cook Book, for every recipe therein Is au heirloom of some old American family. "I never knew until I went Into the catering business how many families own a special dish that Is looked upon as their own property. Indeed, the old colonial family that has uot such a pos session is rare, and friends and neigh bors all respect the sanctity of this recipe, and would as soon rob them of valuable chattels as to purloin the se cret of that dish, which was, perhaps, Invented by some great-great-grandmother and solemnly bequeathed to posterity along with old lace and satin dancing slippers. "In one respect these recipes are like unto Sbakspeare's women they have an Infinite variety which custom cannot stale. Some treat of a special way to fry chicken, others tell how to prepare roasts and vegetables, and still others relate to desserts. But no matter what you want to cook, If you follow the minute directions given you can't help but turn out a culinary masterpiece. "It was through pure luck that I se cured this Invaluable manuscript work. In my palmy days I was acquainted with many ladies who are now custo dians of these recipes, and w hen I first turned my attention (o a restaurant, their sympathies w-re enlisted in my behair. ami they kindly offered to loan the secret of their famous dishes, pro vided I would exercise proper precau tion and divulge nothing to curious pat rons. Then they wrote to friends who were also cherishing grandmother's particular way of making pancakes or I cooking rabbit, and recommended me us nn honorable, secretive person, to whom It was advisable to loan the fam ily treasure. In almost every Instance this request to accommodate me was complied with, and my (Ollection of spe cial dishes now Includes tidbits favored by the exclusive families of the East, West, North and South, not to mention a few foreign concoctions. 1 consider that no greater honor could have been bestowed iihii me than the loan of ma terial for my cook book, for never be fore has the most privileged guest probed the secret of those choice dishes. "According to agreement," said the proprietress, according to the New York Times, "my knowledge thus ob tained is to be Jealously guarded, but In the case anything ever should hap pen whereby my collection of recipes could be put on the market, the house keepers and chefs of the land would have a right little gold mine to work CURB ON INQUISITIVE PEOPLE. Chicatto Man'a Way of tiettlnic KUI of ail Impudent Crowd. "Some people have a great deal of curiosity," said a Chicago traveling man as he sat swapping experiences with a group of his fellows at the club. "On my hist trip South I took in n town that I had uever visited before. The town was growing, and, among other improvements, was the establish ment of u public stenographer In the office of the principal hotel. The sten ographer, n pretty young lady, seemed quite an attraction to the young men of the town, and there was geenrully a dozen or more of them banging around her. "I had quite a lot of writing to do when I arrived, and I engaged her for the evening, and after supper I sat down to dictate. The usual crowd of youths aud ineu were around, and when I began they at first moved back to a respectful distance. After a few min utes, however, they began to edgo closer, and finally formed a ring around the stenographer and myself so close that they could bear every word of my dictation. This was very nuiioylng, and I determined to put an end to their Impudence. So I began dictating a let ter to my wife, In which I spoke of my arrival ln the town, of which I gave a brief description, and then continued: " 'The people here are the most socia ble I have met As 1 sit here dictating a dozen of them are crowded around lis tening to every word I say. This Is no doubt a fine trait, but it Is somewhat annoying to the pretty girl who Is do ing my work.' "In a minute the listeners began to move away, and after that I was not bothered with their curiosity." Chi cago Inter Ocean. A I'oot and the King. A poet whose Hues never would scan was summoned before the king and commanded to show cause why he should nut be put to death. "If your ear Is Imperfect." said the king, "you could count your syllables on your fingers, like an honest work man." "May your majesty outlive your prime minister by as many years as remain to you," said the poet reverent ly. "I do fount my syllables. But ob serve, my left-hand lacks a finger bit ten off by a critic." "Then." said the king, "why don't you count on the right hand?" "Alas!" was the reply of the poet, as he held up the mutilated left, "that Is mposslble there is nothing to count with! It Is the forefinger that Is lack ing " "t'nfortunnte man!" exclaimed the sympathetic monarch. "We must tiinke your limitations and disabilities linma teriul. You shall write for the maga zines." San Francisco Examiner. An Interesting InvcHtiicatlon. During his summer vacation, an Eng lish professor traveled about the coun try, asking every tramp that he met why he didn't work. He Interviewed two thousuul vagrants, and, classing them according to the various reasons they gace for not earning their dally bread in an orthodox manner, we get the following: Six hundred and fifty three said they were willing to work, but could not obtuln any; four hundred and forty-five could not give any rea son that would hold water; three hun dred and one thought that no one ought to have to work, and if some people were foolish enough to do so well, they Intended living ou those said peo ple; four hundred and seven were on their way to procure work at distant towns, having letters In their posses sion promising ihcm employment at the said towns, and the remaining one hundred and ninety-four were waiting for relatives to die and leave them their money. Expresses a Ijot. "Has she an expressive face?" "Well, part of It is." "Which part?" "The tongue. "-Philadelphia Bulletin. Insurance in Germany. The Germans are a cautious people. There are 17,000,000 people Insured In the empire. If a woman ever had enough pluck to go out and dig for greens, she would spoil the effect by saying that she was after ferns. One thing a bald headed mini cnu not do-he .-11111101 wear a pompadour. "Docs the course of their true love run smooth?" (Mi. yes; there are banks on both sides." "Tom Hood Nils the wittiest poet" declared the Briton. "Oh! I don't know," returned the Yank; "we have a Whlttier." Mr. Stiaggs-The leaves are learlti my dear. Mrs. Suuggs-Is there any thing odd about thill? Mr. Snaggs Yes. lu the spring it was the trees that were leaving. "My largest Item of expense Is on ac count of advertising." "I was not aware that you were lu business." "I am uot. But my wife reads the ads. iu the papers." Small Mau Yes. sir, he's n con temptible scoundrel, aud 1 told him so. Big Man-Did tie knock you ilowu? Small Man-No; I told hlui-er through the telephone. Teacher Now, Susie, you may con struct a sentence lu which the word "literary" occurs. Susie (after much thought) Little Willie's hands were literary black with dirt. "Who mnirtcd you'" asked the Jus tice of u colored citizen, who had beeu brought before him for some domestic trouble. "You did. sub," was the re ply; "but 1 ain't voted for you se use." Her Father Well, sir, what can I do for you? Her Lover-l-er called to see if you er would give assent to my marriage to your daughter. Her Fath erNot a cent, sir; uot a ceut. Good day! Proud Mother (complacently)-My daughter Is studying the language abroad. She speaks French and Ital ian as well as she does English. Vis itor (innocently) And does she speak English well? Teacher What Is meant by "me. Hum of exchange?" Wlllle-Watmuu' Teacher What Is the medium of ex changewhat do you lake to the store with you when your mother sends you for groceries? Willie The book. Miib Do you think these caniatloin are becoming to me? Fred Oil. yes; but there are other flowers which I would rather see you wear. Mab Pray tell me what they are and I will wear them for you. Fred Oniuge blossom! "What Is the nature of this new tan gled malady which they call the 'golf ing spine"? rhat." responded Cyul- cus. "Is easy, 'Gulling spine' Is what the old man used to have after a hard day's plowing, but he called It the backache." , "I see Mr. Mailln has put a naphtha engine iuto his yacht, so that he can niiike It go wheu there Is no breeze." "Yes; nnd Mr. l'cifuinc Is putting sails iu bis naphtha launch, so that he can iniiki It go wheu thu engine won't work."-Puck. Tammany Politician (arranging for music at political meeting)-Isn't that a big price? You may not have to play half a dozen times during the whole evening. Brass Hand Leader-But, my dear sir, we have to sit there and listen to the speeches. "Why do poets wear long hair?" asked the young woman who is anx ious lo learn "My dear," answered the young woman who believes there Is no such thing as modern literature, "If they didn't wear long hair how would we kuow they are poets?" Mr. Wheatplt My failure Is the talk of the street. At the meeting of my creditors to-day 1 arranged to pay 50 cents on the dollar. Mrs. Wheatplt (after a moment's figuring) Oh, Henry, isn't that lovely? Then the $20 hut I had sent homo to-day will only cost hulf price. Mother Ethel Is the very Imago of what 1 was at her age. He Ueully! ( shouldn't have thought It possible! Mother (coldly)-May I ask why? He (see tils error, and striving to rectify It) Oh er 1 was forgetting what a long time ago that must have been. Punch. A teiu-her, cntoehlslng a class out of, thu regular order of school exercises, asked a boy pupil the oft-repeated ques tion: "Is miiirbigu a failure?" "No'm," he answered. "It's a mis take." The recess bell rang Just then, and he hasn't heard it since iu that school. "Mr. Bunker looks worried these days." "Yes, another addition to his family arrived last week." "Hut he's enormously weulthy. Why should be worry over another mouth to feed?" "It Isn't that, but the thought that It's a uot her one to buy golf bulls fur eveutuully." A stalwart Life Guardsman In ixm dou strolled leisurely down the street, and, approaching au expectant boot black, pompously placed oue enormous foot on the polishing block. For a mo ment or two the lad guzed iu wonder ment at the expause of leather spread before his eyes, aud theu he hailed a colleague on the other side of the si ret "HI, Bill," he shouted, "lend us some polish. Hl've got a Haruiy contract" A young man, contemplating uiutrl niouial felicity, took his fair Intended to the home of his pureuts thut she might be Introduced to the old folks. "This Is my future wife," said the young man proudly, turning to pater fumalias. who was a canny Scot. "Now, father, tell me candidly, what you think of her." The old man eyed the blushing hrlde-elcct critically for fully two minutes, then answered with delib eration: "Well, John, I can ouly say you have shown, much better taste tuait she has."