Lane County leader., February 26, 1904, Image 2

fécond Cousin parati
by rue avthbr o r
“ ANNE J L D b E . S P I N S T E R . ” " L I T T L E MATE M t R B Y . "
E T C .. ETC.
C H A P T E R X I.
I be o f use a little, and she volunteered
Sarah Enstbell did not go to Worcester her services to John Jennings, who was
the next day— did not remember her still at work for the Saxe-Gotha. Sarah
promise to accompany her cousin Reuben j found
that she could manage “ the
«—did not know even the man with the ! lengths” better than JohD Jennings, and
big beard who leaned over the bedside the long pipe-like strips which were filled
and called her by her name.
j with a thin vein o f gunpowder, and were
The crisis had come, and Sarah East- afterward
twisted
into a variety of
bell bad a battle to fight with brain fever, shapes, grew under her hands rapidly,
or with a strange delirium which was John Jennings was struck with this ra-
« kin to it. When she came back to her- pidity, and pondered over it.
self, she lay as powerless as Grandmother
“ You are handy, Sarah,” John said,
Eastbell at St. Oswald’s, of whom she | dreamily regarding her; “ it is astonishing
first thought, along with the fleeting fan­ how quickly you have tuken to the busi­
cy that she was in one of the wings of ness.”
“ I f I am o f assistance, I am glad.”
the almshouses, and that the old woman
“ What a comfort you would be to a
was not far away. A fortnight had pass­
ed then, and the face o f the nurse had man a week or two before November,
when he doesn’t know which way to
almost died out of her memory.
“ H ow — is— grandmother?” she asked turn.”
“ Oh!” said Sarah, “ I shall be a long
with difficulty, and pausing at each word.
way from here before November.”
“ She is well.”
“
You are not obliged to go away with­
“ W ill — you — tell— her— that— I ’ m—
out you like,” he said.
better, please?”
“ Oh, yes, I am.”
“ Yes.”
“ You are very handy,” he said again,
Sarah Eastbell remained satisfied with
the promise, and was silent for awhile. “ and I ’m not so old ns you would fancy
She slept a great deal that day and the by a good many years, and you are quite
next, and ate but little, and it was doubt­ a young woman. When you are well and
ful whether the complete prostration strong, we might make a match o f it,
which followed would not terminate the Sarah. Wrhy not?”
"Good gracious!” said Sarah Eastbell.
odd life of Second-cousin Sarah.
It was her first offer, and she took it
The woman who attended upon her,
and who she began to recollect was the with a fair amount o f philosophy, despite
fireworkers-maker’s sister, was kinder despite her weakness. She was more as­
than she had ever been, and watched tonished than confused, although there
her with great gravity of interest as she was a flickering of color for an instant
hovered on the border-land o f life and on her cheeks.
“ I don’t want you to hurry over it,”
death.
Lucy talked to her also with a strange he continued, confidentially, “ or to tell
earnestness o f those divine truths which Lucy anything about it yet, or even to
are not to be dwelt upon in the pages of drop a hint to your cousin Reuben.”
“ But I have quite made up my mind
a story book, and Sarah Eastbell listen­
never to marry, thank you.”
ed with reverence.
“ I haven’t jumped at this in a hurry.
Reuben Colwick advanced on tiptoe
into the room, and walked to the bedside Ever since you have been here. I have
o f his cousin, whose face brightened at been thinking how forlorn you’ll be when
the sight of him. She was very weak, the old lady dies nt Worcester— how lone­
and could not reach her hand toward ly I shall be wheu Lucy marries and goes
him, but there was a faint smile of wel­ away.’1
“ Is she likely to marry soon?”
come on her wan face.
“ I sometimes fancy that your cousin
“ W ell, Sarah— better, I
hope?” he
•aid, in the cheeriest voice he could as­ Reuben and she understand each other.”
“ That must be wrong,” said Sarah, de­
sume. “ Oh, yes, you are,” said Reuben,
confidently; “ you have got your wits cisively; “ I don’t think she liktjs Reuben
back. I was at Worcester yesterday a f­ much.”
“ You are a bad judge, Sarah. You
ternoon.”
didn't think I liked you much.”
“ And saw grandmother T *
“ Oh, you are not coming around again
“ I told her that you were staying at
H ope Lodge with me and the Jenningses, to that foolish subject!” cried Sarah.
“
Shop!”
fo r change of air; that you had not been
“ A customer!” cried John Jennings,
very well, but that I should bring you
down to Worcester shortly.
I haven’ t very much astonished. “ Bless my soul,
•o
there is!”
Quite done with my news yet. Sarah, do
John Jennings peered over the little
you remember that bad sovereign Tom
naked you to change at the grocer’s for wire blind that screened the back parlor
from vulgar gaze, and when he had re­
him?”
garded the customer sufficiently he \^nt
“ Ah, yes!”
“ W eli, I have been to the grocer’s; I into the ‘shop, and faced him behind the
have stated the matter with lucidity and grimy counter.
“ W hat can I have the pleasure of
eloquence; I have appealed to the gro­
cer’s feelings; I have made him nhed showing you, sir?” he said, politely.
“ Do you know any one in the street of
tears over his own sugar; and he says
that rather than prosecute, .after my gen­ the name of Culwiek?”
“
He lives here, sir.”
tlemanly explanation, he’ ll see the au­
“ Then why didn’t you tell me so, in­
thorities beaten.”
“ I am very grateful for the trouble stead o f blinking your eyelids at me?”
that you have taken,” aaid Sarah, “ and shouted the man, so fiercely that John
Jennings backed against a gross o f rock­
I feel very happy now.”
“ Then I ’ ll leave you with those sensa­ et-sticks, and brought them rattling to
the floor.
tions to get strong upon.”
“ Do jou know who I am?” the new­
He went down stairs, where was «John
Jennings up to his eyes in powder, and comer said pompously; “ have you any
colored fire, and "lengths,” the picture of idea whom you are addressing? I am
Reuben Culwick’s father.”
• busy man.
"Oh, sir,” said John; “ will you please
! “ W here’s Tots?’ ’ he asked.
“ She doesn’t go into the hack room for do us the honor of stepping irB'de?”
He opened the door, and Simon Cul-
fear of disturbing your cousin.
Rut
she plays in your apartments, and Lucy wick of Sedge H ill followed him into the
looks in and makes sure that she is i.ot parlor, where his grandniece whom he
had never seen was still working busily
tip to mischief.”
‘‘ She is not in my room,” said Reuben. nt the “ lengths.”
“ I ’ll send my sister down to yon, sir,
“ Perhaps she is in mine.”
“ Go and see,’’ said Reuben, peremp­ at once. You’ ll find that she can talk
to you better than I can,” said John.
torily.
Sarah Eastbell, ignorant of the visitor’s
He took a turn round the back garden,
then walked to the front of the house, name and position, glanced furtively at
and stood looking up and down the street her great-uncle wheu she was sure ihat
with grave earnestness. Presently John he was not looking at her, and thought
and his sister came out together, white what an overgrown and ugly man he
and scared, and joined him on the pave­ was. Suddenly his deep- voice bayed
forth at her and stHrtleJ her.
ment.
“ What do you want for it?” he said,
“ She's gone! You have lost her!” he
and she looked at him now, and discov­
exclaimed.
ered
that he was staring at the picture
“ It ’s— it’s very strange,” said John;
above the looking glass.
“ but we c in’t find her anywhere.”
“ For that, sir?” she answered; “ I don’ t
Reuben did not wait to hear any more,
but rnn at his utmost speed to the end of think that it’s for sale.”
“ What's ths good o f it up there?”
the street, in the hope of overtaking the
“ I don’ t know, sir.”
little feet that he thought might have
“
Nor any one else,” he said scornfully;
strayed in the direction of the market
gardens where he had been accustomed “ the gas, and smoke, nnd flies have made
to take her. Rut there was no sign of a mass o f dirt o f it.”
“ It ’s not dirt— Miss Jennings scrubbed
his adopted girl, and we may any at once
that Reuben never saw her in Hope street it last Saturday," replied Sarah, in de­
fense
of the family cleanliness.
again. As suddenly as she had crossed
“ Scrubbed it!” cried Mr. Simon Col-
his life, bettering and brightening it as
by a si rangé influence for good, so sud­ wick, betraying extraordinary animation
denly di«l she pass away, leaving not a now.
“ Yes— with soap and water.”
trace behind by which to follow her.
“ Mercy on us!” ejaculated Mr. Cul-
When he came back to Hope Lodge,
battled and heart-sick, when to all the in­ wick. “ I might make a bid for it before
quiries which he made there was only I went away if your brother would not
one answer returned, that no one had mind taking it down presently,” he con­
seen poor Tots, the stern consciousness tinued; “ it’s impossible to make out what
came to him that he had lost her— that it is like up there.”
the little daughter, friend, companion,
“ It’s a girl’s head, I think.”
“ It might as well be a sheep’s,” growl­
would uever again he as sunshine to his
home.
ed Mr. Culwiek. “ Can’t you get it down
In three weeks’ time Reuben Culwiek uow before your brother comes?”
had learned to despair He did not know
“ He is not my brother— only one of
bow much he had loved the child till the those who have been kind to me in this
house was destitute of her presence, and house.”
“ Oh!— they are kind people here,
the little chair stood empty in the corner,
•nd he could only look at it through his then?” he inquired, still looking at the
tears.
Sometimes he wished that she picture.
had died, and that he had seen her buried,
“ And poor. That makes their kindness
rather than have lost her thus, and he and their goodness all the more grateful
le ft to wonder where she was, and in to me,” she said thoughtfully, “ and all
whose hands. H e became a grave man, the more precious to God.”
who did not care for Intrusion on his
“ Eh— whatT* said the big man, taken
thoughts, and who resented it with bit­ aback by the sudden earnestness with
terness.
which tiis companion spoke.
Three weeks had passed, we repeat,
“ And if you have come to do them s
and they were like three years to Reu­ bad turn, I — I — hope you’ll think about
ben Culwiek. His second-cousin was get­ it twice, sir,” cried Sarah, leaning for­
ting well then, although coming hack to ward, with the tears swimming in her
strength by alow degrees, and he was eyes, “ for they are honest, hard-working
glad o f that, if he showed but little people, and deserving o f your charity.
sign of rejoicing in those dull days. The They only wish to be left alone, to have
three weeks had turned, and the fourth time given them to turn round.”
week had commenced with work on the
“ Oh, do they? Poes Mr. Reuben Cul-
Trumpet that there was no setting aside wick want time to turn round, too?”
—-which was all the better for Reuben at
“ He. sir?” exclaimed Sarah, with a
that time, and t«x»k him out of himself musical little laugh, “ why, no. Mr. Reu­
— when Sitrnh Eastbell found strength ben Culwiek is a gentleman,”
cried
to walk downstairs, supported by Mis« Sarah, full of eloquence now. “ a real
Jennings on one side and by Reuben on bom gentleman; the son of the richest
the other.
man in Worcester. I have lived for some
The next day Sarah was well enough to lime in Worcester, where Reuben's fath­
er Is well kwowts. Tie Is not a gentleman
like the son is— not a bit of a gentleman
— but a proud, hard man, without a mer-
sel of love for his own boy.”
“ You must have had all this stuff from
Reuben. H e talks against his father all
day here, I sc*e.”
“ H e never mentions his name. Once
when I spoke of his father he was tery
angry with me.”
“ And who are you?” he rejoined.
“ A poor girl whom he tried to rescue
from the streets— his second-cousin— ver*
much below him in the world, who was
first afraid o f him and doubtful o f him,
but who has learned to love him nery
much for all bis kindness. I f I aui ever
saved,” she cried enthusiastically— “ and
Lucy thinks I shall be— it will be Cous­
in Reuben who led me to the light, when
[ there was nothing but darkness about my
j awful life. H e want time to turn
round!” she cried scornfully, "w hy, lie's
above ail help from mortal man, sir.”
“ H e saved you, and you are his second-
cousin. “ W h at’s your name?” he said
sharply.
“ Sarah Eastbell.”
“ The girl who tried to pass had money
down in Worcester?”
“ A h — yes! That’s true, sir, most of
it ”
"B ut not all o f it,” said the thin hard
voice of Lucy Jennings, who had come
downstairs noiselessly. “ There was no
guilty knowledge. The money was given
her to pass by a scoundrel.”
“ It is the
usual story— every one
trumps up that excuse.”
“ H er story will be believed; it has been
already believed,” said Lucy.
“ I don’t care whether it is or not. It
is no business of mine,” replied Simon
Culwiek.
H is head began to move again amid the
creases o f his thick black stock in its old
mechanical fashion, and the eyes were
upturned to the picture once more.
“ Do you want to sell that thing?” he
said to Lucy. “ That old painting over
the looking glass.”
“ Is it worth anything?” asked Lucy
curiously.
" A couple of pounds, perhaps, if it
were touched up. 1 would not mind giv­
ing a couple o f pounds for It, as a specu­
lation.”
“ It ’s worth considering,” said Lucy.
The love o f the man for pictures seem­
ed affecting his mind; he woke up to so
much interest and anxiety concerning
John Jennings’ one specimen. H e had
met with a surprise here, and it had
taken the thoughts o f his son out o f his
head, till Lucy recalled him to himself.
“ I f you will go upstairs to your son’s
room nnd wait for him, I will bring the
picture to you.”
Mr. Culwiek rose at once and toiled
with difficulty up the stairs, like a man
anxious to be rid of objectionable com­
pany.
lie went into his son’s room,
where the appointments surprised him by
contrast with the room which he had
quitted; where there was evidence of
comfort, if not of luxury, nnd where thero
were many shelves of books. H e walknd
to the table and looked down at the let­
ters and papers; he walked to the window
and looked out into Hope street; he walk­
ed to the mantelpiece and peered in a
short-sighted way at a photograph, from
which lie suddenly bobbed his head back
as though he had been stung. It was
the portrait of his wife, reverently en­
shrined in a gold frame. There was a
huge armchair in the room, into which he
cautiously lowered himself, and set his
hat by his side; but he rose with the
.alacrity of youth again ns Lucy caine
in with the picture in her hand.
“ I hope it will amuse you till your son
returns,” said Lucy, “ and I give him the
good news that you are waiting for him.
It will be good news, surely, for you have
come to this house in a contrite spirit, to
forgive him, and to ask forgiveness in
return for your own hardness of heart—
to forget the past, and be friends.”
"P ooh ! Nothing of the sort.”
homesick .
EMPEROR OF JAPAN.
It etmsda afar midst happy, aunW Arid*
A littl* farm house. brown and old.
With ancient, ivy-covered, Lint Moaned
walls.
And straw-thatched roof of «old;
And I s wanderer from the dusty town,
(irown weary of its hsavy ways,
Wistful, from off th. hot white road, look
down
And long for the old days.
F*»r there the nights were blessed with
quiet sleep.
The days were filled with happy cares.
And there the skies seemed ever blue,
and there
Was time for peace and prayers;
While youth aud laughter, joy and hope,
and loTe
Sang in my heart a happy song.
Ah me! a song that's hushed for ever­
more.
The crowded streets among.
Aud now I stand and gaze, with heavy
heart.
Across dear f 'Ids in longing sore.
To where another woman, happier far,
Looks from the low, half-door.
Oh, little farm house, old, and brown,
and sweet,
I wake when ail the world’s at rest
And think of you, and long for the old
peace
And the untroubled breast!
— Pall Mall Gazette.
Roses and Potatoes.
r r 3 H E R E are the roses," said Polly,
VJI depositing a huge load o f Am er-
lean Beauties on the table and
laying her muff and stole on a pile o f
grocery boxes. “ The carnations and
srnllax and evergreens are com ing
down In the carriage with the Japa­
nese lantern* and the funny little tis­
sue paper caps.
W e were getting ready for the char­
ity dinner at the mission chapel, and,
o f course, Polly was doing the trim ­
mings.
Polly alw ays docs the trim ­
mings.
“ But w here," said I, gazing on the
great masses o f green and pink, “ w ill
they find room for— the potatoes, for
instance."
"P ota toes!” said P olly, scornfully, as
she took a mass o f blue forget-me-nots,
which she calls a "h a t," off her pompa­
dour, and laid It on another grocery
box. "Those, Mr. H eavyfeath er, will
be considered— afterw ard, o f course."
"L ik e matrimony, a fte r courtship, I
suppose," I sighed, picking up a long­
stemmed rose and holding It gingerly
by the tip end.
Emperor Mutauhlto, o f Japan, bears the ancient title o f mikado, im am
lng "th e honorable gate,” but In all diplomatic documents he Is addressed
as Kotel. H e was born at Kyoto, Nov. 3, 1852, and ascended the throne o l
the 13th o f February, 1807, upon the death o f his father, K om el Tenno. T h l
mikado was married Feb. 9, 1809, to Princess Haruko, and five children, J
son and four daughters, have blessed the union. In 1871 the feudal system
was abolished In Japan, but the system o f governm ent remained an a bam
lute monarchy until 1889, upon the 11th o f February o f which year a co
stltutlou was promulgated. The emperor now combines In himself the rig
o f sovereignty, and exercises executive powers, with the advice and assl
ance o f cabinet ministers and a p rivy council, whom he appoints. Durln
the emperor’s wise and beneficent reign Japan has forged to the front as o
of the Important nations o f the w orld to-day.
“ Y es," said Polly, “ or housekeeping
afte r the honeymoon."
fluttering about us like a pink snow­ chin accentuates the gracefu l curv
“ O r the bill a fte r the dinner.”
storm.
little dimple In her cheek makes
“ There won’t be any bill a fte r this
"R oses," said I, looking at the empty observe Its roses. And you never f
dinner,” said Polly, “ because the dea­ stalks Insignificantly, “ are so apt to
appreciate the aweetneas o f her am
con donated the potatoes and— things, fade and wither.”
until you have seen her pouting."
and a kind lady donated the roses and
"A n d potatoee,” replied Polly, ’’get
*'I think,” I said as P o lly began pi
lent us her teacups.”
hard and old and knotty and develop lng up the scraps and poking them In
" H o w thoughtful o f her," I rem ark­ ’eye«.’ "
a little paper box, "th a t I'd like a
ed. “ I am sure those starving little
"T h a t's so," said I, “ and It Isn’t well tato with a rose gro w in g on i t "
slum youngsters are Just yearning for for a woman to have too many eyes."
" O f course," said P olly, extracting
— roses served in china teacups. W ho
"Besides," said Polly, gathering up rose from the Jar and pinning it In
was the lady, P olly? A Delsarte pu­ the fallen leaves and putting them and
bunch o f curls o ve r one ear. "Thal|
pil with fluffy hair and a pink tea man­ the stalks In a little pile, "a rose has a
what every man wants. They are
ner?”
heart."
like the baby who cried because
"O n the contrary,” said Polly, pull­
“ So has a potato,” I remarked.
couldn’t see both sides o f the moon
ing the thorns off a long green stem
‘ But you have to dig through so once.’’
with the dexterity o f an expert, "she much exterior to And it,” declared Pol­
" I wish.” said I plaintively, “ thj
was a nice, commonsense little thing ly. "A n d the average man is too lazy
you wouldn’t put a rose In your ha
with a turued-up nose, and a violent In­ to dig. H e wants the good things in
• T o be continued.i
while w e are discussing a serious pro|
terest In her meals. I distinctly saw life ’s repast set out on his plate, not
lem.”
H ig h T im e S h e C a m e H om e.
her take three helpings o f chicken sal­ hidden under I t ”
“ W h y?" said P olly, Innocently.
T h e ol<l saying tlint “ praise to the ad at the ladles’ aid meeting."
"A n d yet,” said I. "discovering the
“ Because," said I, “ It somehow n
face Is open disgrace” Is still firm ly be­
"T h e kind,” I suggested, "w h o would heart In a woman who doesn’t wear
lieved by some people. A young woman spend ten minutes before breakfast hers on the surface, and who seems minds me o f the lady who sent tl
who was brought up by her N ew Eng­ curling her hair and tw o minutes mak­ cold and unfathomable. Is like discov­ pink teacups— and, besides. It’s dl
trading.’’
land grandmother, a notable house­ ing sloppy coffee."
ering a birthday gift under your plate
Polly leaned o ver a box and the ro|
keeper aud exam ple o f th rift, says that
"Y e a ," said Polly, “ and who would In the morning. The surprise Is very
nestled down against her cheek.
the adage waa a household guide in her spend the whole afternoon planning an sweet.”
‘‘ And dangerous,” I added.
fam ily.
evening bonnet for herself instead o f
“ Perhaps,” said Polly, meditatively,
Polly pulled a potato out o f the b<|
One day her grandmother went o ff to planning an evening lecture for her holding a rose against her cheek, so
pay a visit, and the ambitious girl o f husband: and the whole evening say­ that you couldn't tell which was which, and held It up for my Inspection.
"Shall I change It fo r this?” si
sixteen scrubbed and polished, swept ing pretty things and flirting with you "but how many men are going to hunt
and dusted until It seemed as If there in steadof going over the grocery books, for the surprise ? Nine times out o f ten asked sweetly.
"D on 't you dare!” I cried.
were nothing le ft to do. H er heart bent and her whole life making things Inter­ the poor little potato’s virtues remain
Polly held the potato up against m
high w ith the hope o f a word o f com­ esting and pleasant Instead o f cutting hidden to the end o f her days, when
coat lapel and stood off to admire It.
mendation as she sat In the kitchen down the expenses."
she Is le ft on the matrimonial kitchen
“ Take It a w a y,” I pleaded.
doorw ay, w aitin g fo r her grandmoth­
"A n d her declining years,’ ’ I added, shelf along with the onions and the
Polly dropped th e potato into ll
er's return.
"in the divorce court Instead o f----- ”
cabbages. A woman," and Polly put box.
W hen the old lady arrived she looked
"D a rn in g sock!” broke In
Polly. the last rose In the epergne and stood
“ And now,” she said, shaking ht
about her w ith keen eyes, but there “ N ot h alf so many divorces." she went off to admire the effect, “ like a rose, j
seemed no chance for criticism , until, on, "a re caused by cold coffee as by is meant to be ornamental. I f she can finger at me, " w ill you ever a gal
stooping down under the kitchen table, cold dispositions. W hoever heard o f a be useful, too, so much the better, but malign the lady who sent the roees an
the teacups?”
which stood near the open doAr, she saw man seeking a separation because his it Isn't . absolutely necessary.
There
“ N e v e r!" I declared.
that the south wind had w afted In a bit w ife let the biscuits burn while she are so many potatoes in the world__
"O r snub her I f she should ever mal
o f fluff from the hen-yard.
kissed him In the morning? Nobody! twenty to every rose. Why, look at the
W ith e y e« that would tw in k le In spite But there are dozens o f good cooks woman's clubs; they are full o f pota­ you sloppy coffee ”
“ I don’t understand," aald I.
o f herself, she pointed an accusing sighing fo r the husbands they forgot toes, nice, solid, substantial, useful la­
“ Or cry fo r meat and potatoes wh-
Anger at this evidence o f carelessness, to kiss w hile they were busy making dles, who make the world good and In­
and said soberly:
batter cakes. It is never the woman tellectual and— stupid and uninterest­ she gives you kisses and roses?"
“ But, P olly------” I began.
‘Janet, m y dear, I see there’s a feath­ who makes good biscuits who lures a ing. Ix>ok at the reform organizations
“ Miss Lee.” said the maid, comill
er tn the kitchen. It's high tim e I cam « man aw ay from his fireside and his and the woman’s rights associations,
bachelor comforts, but the one who and the working glrla’ associations, In with a tra yfu l o f dishes, “ here aj
hom e!”
wears a rose In her hair. Potatoes!” and the working girls’ unions: pota­ the teacups you told me to bring dowj
Immane.
and P olly jammed a rose down Into toes! potatoes! nothing but potatoes. and your m other says please to stj
T ow n s— It's a shame the w a y these
the epergne with a scornful shove. You But when a man wants a w ife he out to the carriages and bring in tl
big corporation* put the screws on the
keep potatoes in your kitchen, don't doesn’ t apply to the Intelligence office, rest o f the roses and things you d
people.
you— on the shelf? Potatoes are cheap. nor to the secretary o f the reform dered."
Brow ne— N e ve r mind—they’ll have a
“ Folly,’ said I humbly, " I beg y<^
You can get them and hire Mary Anne club. H e doesn't go about searching
hot tim e in the n ext world.
to cook them for 14 a week. But you for a nice, hard potato In short skirts, pardon."
T o w n «— I f
I
could believe that
I’ olly smiled fo r g iv in g ly and tuck^
don’t w ant them hanging around your eyeglasses and boots. He doesn't ask
there'd be some consolation In that
d raw in g room, nor your dressing room, a woman i f she can make good pie a white rose In m y buttonhole.
th ou gh t but corporations, you know,
nor your den. Now. roses are accept- i crusts and darn socks so that they ! “ There la som ething." said I.
have no souls.—Philadelphia Pres*.
able anywhere: you like them at the won’t be knotty— not nowadays, at any ' yon mentioned In connection with
— something th at gen era lly goes
breakfast table In the morning, at your rate
H e Jnst goes blindfolded into a
Sacrifice Sale.
your button­ ballroom or a pink tea, or a fancy dress | them.”
T h e handsome young man halted at desk at noon, and In
And then som ehow that rose In
hole----- ’’
the beauty tent In the church fair.
fair and walks out Idiotically ' happy
<*ru*hed-|
“ I didn’t know.” said I. “ that the with a rose In his mental buttonhole I buttonhole got h orribly
'So you are selling kisses at i t for
modern woman liked to be carried O f course his theories are differen t ! Helen Howland, In W ashington PC
the benefit o f the church?” he asked.
“ Yea.” said the pretty girl, blushing. around In a man’s buttonhole— like an and----- ”
F o l l o w e d T h e S a m e C r a ft.
a d ju n c t"
“ A n y reduction?”
“ Ouch!" I cried suddenly.
In the days when Sir Charles Ga
"S
h
e
doesn’
t."
said
Polly,
“
care
to
"W e ll, i f the righ t man came alona' I
Polly turned with startled Inquiry In Duffy w as a leading figure in Viet
be done brown and digested or left on her eyes.
might sell one fo r 99 c e n ts "
politics there sat In the
Melbor
a plate— to be forgotten the moment
It s a thorn.” I said, nnrsln* my parliament a w ealth y but not
she
ceases
to
be
useful."
P ro b a b ly True.
Anger, but looking at Polly with side­ inform ed butcher. T h e ch ief aec;
W abash —I wonder what makes o l 1
"A n d ." I went on. Ignoring Polly's
long significance. -Roses seem to have o f the day w as deprecating the
G otrox drees so shabbily?
ou tbu rst " I f she does want to he orna­ thorns, don't they?"
tude o f the leader o f the opposl
mental as well as useful—even a po­
M onroe— Hla pride, my hoy.
"O f course." said Polly, -and pnd- whose conduct was, be declared,
tato has a blossom, you know."
W abash—W h y. how's that?
dmg has spice. They are as necessary than N ero’s. "W h o w as N ero?"
" A sprout!' Interrupted Polly.
Monroe—H e's afraid his customer«
as the sauce on the meat, or the pep­ terjected the knight o f the else
w ill m istake him fo r one o f hts clerks.
"W h ic h ." I continued, ’s king once
per on the potatoes. A little twinge with equal scorn and sincerity. “ *
thought lovely enough to wear In his
now and then does a man good, and re­ was N ero?"
re p lie d ' the
dellgb
H e w h o believes lu nobody knows j buttonhole "
lieves the flatness o f things. A little secretary. "T h e honorable gentle
that he him self is not to be trusted.—
P olly picked up a full-blown rose
defect In a woman makes her perfection ought to know. N ero waa a celeb
Auer back.
w ith a Jerk that sent a oundrsd leaves
mere prominent A little dent in her Roman butcher.”