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creation Felicia fell Uepressingly
shabby.
But the luncheon was exquisite,
and the girls were friendly, uud
Felicia did not have much time to
think of herself, for thero was a
tea on immediately after, and she
was carried off by Mary and Roger,
wearing a long and splendid wrsp
of Mary’s, for her own'sirnple tailor
My T I M P L t
BAILKY.
made jacket was out of the ques
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tion.
"N o one will notice that it is
her one X , . party dress, a pretty mine," Mary aasured her, “ in the
ipay dinner gown, a half down crueh," so Felicia, feeling very ele
snirt waiata and an extra hat, and gant, swept through tho crowded
away ahu wont to town to visit her rooms and talked as fast as she
could to dozens of people and came
cousin, Mary Barnes.
Mary’« brother Roger n.et her at out hreathlea*.
"Wasn’t it awful?" Uogar askod
the etatioa.
“ Mary it planning no ond of her. “ 1 shouldn't have gone a step
thing« for you,’* ho told Felicia if it hadn’t been for you."
“ It was delightful, Felicia gur
when ho had aattled her in the car-
gled—
"the
pretty
women, the
riuge.
“ She it going to give a
luncheon and a tea and a theater lights, tho music, tho ices and
party and a dance. It will he a live everything.”
“ Humph!” Roger grumbled, and
ly existence for you, little girl."
Felicia
made a little face at him
"Oh," Felicia leaped forward, "1
«hall love it! My grouta»! excite and said, “ You're an unsociable
ment for a yoar has been a church hear, Roger,” and Roger said, “ Oh,
social or a sleigh ride, and I am it’s such a waste of good material
for you to «pend your time with
longing for society."
"Mary spall* society with a big •uch people when you might he
’8,’ " Roger told her. "Sha is a talking to me, Felicia.”
Felicia opened her eyea wide at
«lava to it, and aha need* a rest.
that.
“ Do you like to talk to ms,
She it aa thin a* a wafer and a*
Roger?” the questioned, and Roger
pala aa paper."
"But think what a lovely time laughed and aaid, “ Yes, but you
don t deaerve it.” And Felicia, feel
aha basK' Felicia said.
"H um ph!" Roger said.
"You ing very much flattered, leaned
don’t know when you are wall o<T, back in the carriage and peeped at
Roger, while Mary mapped out the
little Felicia."
program
for the next day.
But Felicia fell on Mary’e neck
’ri’ hero are the Decrmg luncheon
whea the reached tho great stone
and three teaa and the art «h ih it
mansion.
and the Colburua' dinner and a box
"1 can stay two weeks," she ssid.
party after, and then the cotillion."
"T ile school board gave me a vaca
“ Oh, atop!" Felicia pleaded, look
tion, and I am going to have the
ing at her cousin with startled eyea.
tiasa of my life.”
"D o you expect me to do all that in
"Indeed you are," Mary »aid and
carried her away to a delectable one day, Mary ?"
“ She does, Roger asserted, sur
bedroom.
veying his country couain with mel
" I ’ ll get into mv kimono, and
ancholy eves, “ and where, oh.
than w# can talk," Felicia said joy
where in all that program will you
ously as sha opened her little black
have a minute to spend with me?"
bag.
But Mary shook her head
“ I am not worrying about that,"
dubiously. "T h e girls are coming
for luncheon in just half an hour. Falicia told him, dimpling, "but
what am I going to wear, Mary?
There are ten of them, and the
table decoration« ere tb he in pel« What am I going to wear?*’
"There’s your white dress,” Mary
piak, your favorite color."
aaid alowly.
"W hat shall I wear?" Felicia ask
“ But I can’t wear that one dress
ed. " I have a gray gown and a
white one, and the white one ie for to a luncheon and three teas and a
theater party tuu a dance. What
evening."
“ The grey will be all right with a are you going to wear, Mary?”
“ Mv ph I c blue broadcloth will do
ducky little knot of pink carna
for tha luncheon and the tea and
tions and lillics of the valley. The
florists are doing them that way tho view. Then I shall wear white
lace to the dinner and the reat of
now, and Roger can get you some.”
Roger got the flowers, but the the evening."
"When in all that rush will you
gray gown was not gorgeous, and
find time to change?” was Roger’»
beside M a n ’* shimmering chiffon
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question.
Mary leaned hack in the corner
of the carriage. She was very pale,
and there were dark circlet around
her r eye*.
ey
‘Oh,., I don't know; 1 don’t
know," she said. “ Sometimes I feel
as if I were on a treadmill and no
one would let me stop."
Felicia looked at her with star
tled
‘u eyes.
ly, I thought you liked it,'
"Why,
she gasped.
Mary straightened up at that.
“ Oh, wheu I get into it," she
said, trying to speak lightly, “ it’s
not so had, but 1 have felt the
•train this winter awfully."
Between rushes that night Roger
' caught Felicia for a moment alone
in tne library. “ Mary is dreadful
ly blue," he told her. "She broke
her engagement with Boh Carruth
in the summer, and she hasn’t seen
him since, and she misses him."
“ What did ahe break it for?" Fe
licia asked.
"H o wanted her to go south with
him and settle in u little town
where he could practice medicine,
and she wouldn’t give up society,
and now I think she regrets it.1
“ Oh," »aid little Felicia, “ if I lov
ed a man I would go to the end of
the world with him!”
“ Would you?" Uogcr asked.
“ Yea."
“ Well, 1 am leaving for Japan
next week,” ingratiatingly.
Felicia gazed at him with intense
indignation for a moment; then she
turned her hack on him. “ Silly!”
ahe said.
When Felicia went to bed that
night she was so tired that ahe
could not sleep. The next morning
she was as pale as Mary. For a
week the two girls dragged their
engagements, finishing up on Sat
urday night with another cotillion.
Felicia wore her white dress. It
was mussed, and she knew that she
was not looking her best, but ahe
was so tir^d that ahe did not care.
Roger had sent her a bunch of vio
let», and her dance card was
filled with names, but the fact gave
her no satisfaction.
The fourth dance was Roger’s.
"Enjoying it?” he asked briefly
as he swung her out on to the floor.
"Oh, I am so tired I shall drop,"
■ho said. “ Can’t I go home, Rog
er?"
She looked so like a little weary
child that Roger laughed.
“ Baby,” he teased and then ten
derly, “ I ’ll hunt Mary up, and we
will cut the rest of it."
In the carriage Mary collapsed.
“ I didn’t dream I was so tired,”
she sobbed, with her head on Fe
licia’s shoulder, and Rocer. survey-
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i«g the pair with twinkling eyes,
■aid, "L e t rne prescribe."
“ W ell?" tame hack in muffled
agreement.
“ You pack your trunk, Mary,”
he planned, “ and go borne with Fe
licia.
It’s lovely in the country
now, and I ’ll come up and bring
Boh Carruth with me.
Mary sat up, with her face
ablaze.
“ Bob Carruth?"
"Yea. 1 had a letter from him
yesterday. He’s coming up for a
visit."
Faint pink tinged Mary’s cheeks.
“ Do you think he will want to
see me, Roger?" »he asked wistful
ly, and Roger said gently, “ I know
he will, Mary.”
So Felicia packed her little trunk,
and Mary packed a larger one, and
away they went to the country,
where the trees were crimson and
gold and brown and where the .air
was like wine. And there Bob Car
ruth and Roger followed them.
“ So she is really going to marry
hirn and live in a country town,"
Roger commented, and he and Fe
licia followed Mary and her lover
ulong a path that seemed to end in
a golden sunset.
“ Yea," Felicia said.
"And you are going to marry me
and come and live, in the city,"
Roger ventured.
“ I haven’t promised yet,” said
little Felicia. “ I am afraid that
some day i should be saying, ’Give
rne again my hollow tree, my crust
of bread and liberty."’
“ You aren’t afraid of anything
of the kind,” Roger told her. “ You
know we would live happy ever
after."
“ Oh, well, if you are so sure,”
said Felicia as she tucked a con
fiding hand through his ann and
looked up at him with happy eyes,
“ 1 guess I shall have to say yes,
Roger.”
Marvslousl
Farmer— I have a brown Leghorn
down home that lays the year
round.
Citiman— Oh, that’» nothing. We
have a milkman at home who lays
a bottle of milk in front of our door
«•Very morning.— Judge.
TREASURE- IN A TRASH BOX.
A
T rs a s u ry D epartm ent Pusxls
Rem ains Unsolved.
Thst
Sophia Holmes was a free colored
woman, the wife of a slave owned
by Colon«*! Seaton, who lived in
Washington at the beginning of the
war between the states. The hus
band was with the army and lost his
life at the battle of Manassas, so his
widow, who had ten children to care
for, applied to General Spinner,
then treusurer of the United States,
for work. She was given the task
of sweeping, dusting and emptying
wastebaskets at a salary of $15 a
month.
One day, after the clerks had all
left the rooms, she discovered that
one of the boxes in which waste
paper was thrown was almost full
of big bundles of crisp, new money!
Some of the bills were as higli in
denomination as $1,000.
They
were all neatly packed, and enough
litter to hide them was spread over
them.
Sophin hastily covered up the
treasure and continued her work aa
if nothing had happened.
The
watchman, making his last rounds,
asked her why she lingered so late.
She pretended to be busy, and the
man kept on and left her undis
turbed. Sophia feared to tell the
watchman what she had found. “ He
mought er tuck the money hisself,
and then laid it on me,” she after
ward said.
Now Sophia knew that it was the
habit of General Spinner to spend
the night in his office. So great
was his anxioty at this time that he
slept in a little room that adjoined
his main office. In a jacket and
slippers he would rest most of the
night, although he would get up
frequently to make a tour of the
building and satisfy himself that
everything was in perfect order.
So Sophia waited. She sat on
the box of money and nodded. The
hours slipped by and still she failed
to hear the tan, tap! of the old slip
pers coming down the stone halls.
But at last she heard the familiar
footsteps approach her door.
Aa
General Spinner was about to pass,
she stepped forward.
“ Jest step in here and see what
I done find!” exclaimed Sophia in a
mysterious voice. Then she took
the litter from the top of a big box
and showed to the startled man the
bundles of new money within.
General Spinner sent at once for
some of the treasury officials; the
money was counted and found to
amount to over $200,000. Mean
while he sent Sophia home in a car-
THE AURORA BOREALIS.
Glorious
Bsauty
of
tho
'Vondonul
N o rt h e rn Lig h t* .
When the frequency of the au
rora in the polar regions is referred
to, the expression should not be
taken too literally. On the contrary,
auroras, I believe, are far less nu
merous in the polar region proper
than farther to the south.
It was one, night about the mid
dle of September that 1 beheld a
truly magnificent display of the au
rora borealis.
Across the inky
blackness of the northern sky a
great arc of pure white light was
suJdeuly stretched, which lit up the
snow covered mountains around our
camp just as if we had suddenly at
tracted the very active attention of
a gigantic searchlight.
From the main body of this
glorious sheet of flame great darts
and streamers constantly shot shiv
ering and shimmering through the
sky, now opening out into broad
white lanes of light, and again nar
rowing until swallowed up once
more by the envious darkness of
the surrounding sky.
Never for a single instant were
these wonderful polar lights still.
They constantly spread and con
tracted in every varying waves and
tongues of light until they finally
died out, and the stars once more
shone brightly in the clear sky.
The effect was indeed amazing and
awing in the extreme.
Only once more did we see the
northern lights, hut then, too, the
display was so soul stirring and
magnificent, and I count these
splendors of the arctic sky as the
most marvelous of all the wonders
of the world— all the wonders of
the world that l have been privi
leged to see, at any rate. Seen in
the solitude of the northern wilder
ness, such visions of glory cannot
but awaken reverence in the soul of
man, of whatever race or degree of
culture.— E. C. Selous in London
Strand Magazine.
Ths Extinct Tasmanians.
Tasmania’s pretty girls of Euro
pean lineage have never been
tempted to follow the fashion of
the native Tasmanian women, who
had all their hair removed with a
flint and went bald. The last pure
blooded Tasmanian woman died in
1876, aged seventy-six; the last
man in 1869, aged thirty-four. A
traveler says that the native had
two fine points, eyes and teeth. The
eyes were prominent and often of
great beauty and brilliancy; and a
dentist of wide experience knew of
no teeth equal to the Tasmanian’s
for strength, size and enamel. But
the nose was bridgeless, the chin
“ ran off,” and the upper jaw pro
truded.
Tw o Great Orators.
PERIL IN MIDAIR.
A Tripls Somorssult and Prsssnse «4
Mind In a Tornado.
A certain fumous troupe of aeri-
alista includes the only men who
can do the tiiple somersault from
a flying bar to what is known in
circus talk as “ the catch.” That,
interpreted by the Boaton Herald,
means that u man hang* by hit legs
and grasps by the wrists the somer
saulting acrobat as he flies past.
The feat requires an extremely ac
curate calculation of seconds and
inches, and the most extraordinary
flexibility and agility on the part
of both performers.
In this difficult act a man who
may be called Silver does the swing
through the air, and one named
Marco does the catching. One day,
in Texarkana, before the show be
gan, the acrobats saw a dark cloud
on the horizon, and when one ae*;«
that in Texas it ia a sign of trouble
The equestrian director, who is
ringmaster for that part of the per
formance, asked, “ Will you take a
chance on your act?"
The acrobats never like to dis
appoint an audience, and one of
them said, “ All right, we’ll go
ahead."
“ Hurry it up, then,” counseled
the equestrian director.
They had put through part of
their performance, and Marco was
hanging by hia legs, waiting for Sil
ver to swing, when that black cloud
arrived directly above the tent. It
lifted a corner of the tent and be
gan to rip it into shreds. The audi
ence knew what was happening and
ran. The elephants began to trum
pet and the other animals to give
their various cries of fear.
Silver, however, had started hie
■wing and was making his triple
somersault through the air, when
the tornado simply lifted the whole
tent, the main pole and their ap-
laratns and shifted it all over at
east eight inches. Partly by luck
and partly by great effort and skill.
Marco managed to catch Silver aa
he flew by. T o continue in Marco’e
own words:
“ The minute I had his wrists and
before I had swung him back to hia
trapeze, he yelled:
“ ‘Hold place«!'
“ You see, when a wind strikes a
tent or we see other danger com
ing, the women in our troupe, of
whom there are four— Silver's wife,
my wife and two others— drop into
the net first, and the men after
them. You can’t all drop into the
net at once. You’ve got to take
your turn.
“ But the wind had so twisted our
apparatus about that any one who
dropped would take a chance of
falling outside the net. All the
trapezes were swaying violently.
“ Silver landed back on his tra
peze safely, and for six or seven
minutes we all hung tight, while
the tornado blew itself out.
“ Then we dropped down by the
ropes to the ground, and I can tell
you,” Marco concluded, “ we were a
mighty thankful lot.”
[
As an orator Demosthenes was
head and shoulders above Cicero,
the Roman. The great Athenian
stands in a class all by himself, if
we are to believe the consensus of
learned opinion. Cicero, it is said,
Arms, Lags and ths Man.
prided himself on his faculty of ex
How many of us have noticed
temporizing at need, but probably
trusted little to it on great occa that we walk with our arms aa well
sions, while with Demosthenes it as with our legs? Sitting on a
was the rule never to speak without grassy slope overlooking a seaside
the most careful preparation. The promenade I was struck by the me
speeches of both were spoken with chanical swing of the arms of the
out manuscript. They would never stream of passersby— the right arm
have made the reputation they did always keeping position with the
if they had been tied down to their left leg and the left arm with the
right leg.
Bv attempting to re
notes.— New York American.
verse the order of the swing I
found that I had a tendency to
Libsria.
The republic of Liberia was progress like a crab, while the ef
founded in 1820 by the American fort to keep them fixed by the side
Colonization society, which was es was like the shutting off of the
tablished by Henry Clay in 1816. steam from the engine. Arms and
The capital of the republic, Mon the man must be amended to arms,
rovia, was so named in honor of legs and the man!— London Mail.
James Monroe, president of the
United States at the time the re
public was founded. Many blacks
were taken over from this country,
with the idea that, having become
civilized to a certain extent here,
they would act as valuable assist
ants to the natives in the work of
managing the fortunes of the new
state. Liberia has never prospered
and is at the present time “ in the
hands of a receiver,” so to speak.—
New York American.
Dignity of ths English Waitsr.
The English hotel waiter belong«
to a race which is slowly but surely
becoming extinct and carries about
him the melancholy aura of the
doomed. Every head waiter at a
British inn has in him at least the
making of a duke’s butler. No
glimpse of avarice marks the per
fection of his monumental manner,
and if at the last he condescends
to accept your vail it is with some
thing of the air of a discrowned
king.— London Sketch.
Ths Luoky Hsrssshos.
I t was about the middle of the
seventeenth century that the super
stitious use of horseshoes as em
blems of good luck originated in
England. They were at first deem
ed a protection against witches and
evil spirits and were nailed on
doors of houses with the curve up
permost. It was the belief that no
witch or evil spirit could enter a
house thus guarded. The custom
of nailing horseshoes to ships and
other sailing craft is still in vogue
in all English speaking countries.
■lands’ Photograph Boat.
“ Blond girls have their photo
graphs taken juat about twice aa
often in the long run aa brunettes,”
remarked a famous photographer.
“ The reason is easy to discover.
Blonds make better pictures than
brunettes. The lighting effects are
far better when the subject is •
blond.
A blond girl may get *
photograph that will flatter her,
where one of n brunette taken un
der the same condition« will not
even do her justice.”