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HUDDY
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8YNOPSIS. '
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Hall Bonlstelle, urtist-photog-rapher, pre
pares for the day's work In hii studio.
Flodle Fisher, his assistant, reminds him
of a party he Is to give In the studio that
night. Mr. Doremua, attorney, culls and
informs Hall that his Uncle John's will
has left him (4,000,000 on condition that
he marry before his twenty-eighth birth
day, which begins at midnight that night.
Mrs. Rena Royalton calls at the studio.
Hall asks her to marry him. She agrees
to give him an answer at the party that
night. Miss Carolyn Dallys calls. Hall
proposes to her. She agrees to give him
an answer at the party. Rosamund Gale,
art model, calls. Hall tries to rush net
into an Immediate marriage. She, too,
defers her answer until the evening. Flo
die tries to show Hall a certain way out
of the mixup, .but he is obtuse. Jonas
Hassingbury, heir to the millions in case
Hall fails to marry on time, plots with
Flodle to block Hall's marriage to any of
the three women before midnight. Flodle
arranges to havo the three meet at the
studio as if by chance. At that meeting
much feminine fencing ensues, in which
Flodle uses her own foil adroitly. Hall
comes In. Alfred, the Janitor, brings in a
newspaper with the story of the queer
legacy. The ladles' alliance to humiliate
Hall dissolves and they retire to plan war
for the 14,000,000 prise. Successive tele
phone messages from the three ladles In
form Hall that he la accepted by all
three. Desperate, he asks Flodle to save
him from the three-horned dilemma by
marrying him. She refuses, and goes with
Alfred, who has long been a humble
suitor, to get a marriage license, Jonas
arrives for the party.
CHAPTER XI Continued.
Hall's reception of him was polite
without being over-cordial. The two
cousins did not often meet; they had
little In common, and they disliked
each other thoroughly.
"Well, Jonas, been having a good
time In New York?"
"Oh, well, so-so." His eyes twinkled.
Not so good as I expect to have a
little later, though." He winked elab
orately at Flodle.
"Oh, I see. Meaning that money, I
presume."
"That's right! Can't blame me for
takln' an Interest In It, can ye? Four
millions don't walk Into my pocket
every night, my boy!" He slapped Hall
cordially on the shoulder.
Hall was angry. "You seem to be
pretty sure of It!"
Jonas placidly shook his head In sor
sow at this exhibition of temper. "Now,
Hall, ye want to take this in a Chris
tian spirit, my boy. I can see It'll be
all for the best. Remember that gold
Is but dross"
Hall whirled on him. "Shut up, will
you 7 By jove, If you weren't in my
own house, I'd kick you downstairs!"
And with that, he flung Impetuously
out of the room.
Jonas' sour glance followed him.
"Peevish, ain't he? How be ye gettin'
along?" he asked anxiously, In an un
dertone, of Flodle. ""Anything hap
pened?" "Well, I should say!" said Flodle.
"You ought to have seen the show.
But we're not out of the woods, yet
Still, I think that if I have time and
luck, I can put it through."
"Ye can? By whillikens, that's fine!
Good for you! Wall, we ought to knew
pretty soon now." He looked up at
the clock. "Only, let's see an hour
and thirty" He Btopped, staring at
the clock, then, with a puzzled face,
drew his own big watch from his
pocket, and compared It with the
clock. "Say!" He turned eagerly to
Flodle.
"Hush!" cried Flodle, and laid her
finger on her lip.
Jonas' expression grew crafty. Then
, he grinned. "Oh, I see! Got a little
scheme fixed up, eh?" He walked to
the couch and sat down, beckoning
her. "Say, jest set down, won't ye,
and let me know how things stand."
Flodle demurely took a seat beside
him.
"Then they ain't no danger of any o'
them three women git tin' him, Is
they?"
"Why," said Flodle, "not If we can
manage to keep them away from htm.
It isn't so easy as it looks. Those
women are getting desperate, now,
and you've got to help me tool them."
"Me? How? What can I de?"
"Why, if one of them gets him,
you've got to just jump In, and break
it up in a hurry. Don't let her get a
word in edgewise, if you can help It.
Fall on the floor, smash a window
anything! It doesn't matter what
they think." .
"By jlminy, I'll do it, you bet!" cried
Jonas. "One thing I do know: How
to handle Women!"
"There's millions in it, Mr. Hassing-
"And I'm the feller what's goin' to
get 'em!" He seised Flodle's hand be
fore she could protest, and shook it
energetically. "Say, miss, you're a
little wonder! think of your doin' all
that just en my account you're a
friend worth havin', d'you know It?"
"It was nice of me, wasn't it?" Flo
dle replied modestly, turning away to
bite her Up.
Jonas hitched his chair closer.
"Why, I been a-thinkin' of it over to
day, and I got a proposition I've de
cided to make to ye. If I git this here
money, and it looks now like I should,
what d'ye say to we two hltchln' up
together?"
Flodie jumped up suddenly. "Now,
hold on, miss!" Jonas exclaimed, and
stretched forth his long arm In ex
postulation. "You hear me out fust.
I've kind o' took a notion to ye, and
LECTURING ADAM AND EVE
Somewhat Humorous Painting In Ger
man Church, Work of Artist of
the Middle Ages,
In the Church of Saint 8ebaldns at
Nuremberg there Is a delightful mural
painting which makes one merry even
to recall It The subject is the Garden
of Eden. Adam and Eve are being
lectured by an elderly man in flowing
robes with a long white beard. His
beard alone would mere than supply
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6r KAY WAL
I'm willin' to try it, If you be. I don't
see where I could do better, and you'd
git a good man if you got me, miss,
If I do say it!"
"Thank you kindly," said Flodie,
"but I don't really know wnat in the
world I'd do with you If I got you."
Jonas stared at her as if she were
raving. "You don't know what you're
talkin' about! Don't you realize if you
marry me you'll get four million dol
lars? Lord, any other gal would just
lump at the chance to have the
spendin' o' that money."
"Let 'em Jump!" said Flodie. "That's
my advice, Mr. Hassingbury; you take
a good jumper. And I want to give
you a tip " She went up to him and
took him confidentially by the lapel of
his coat. "There will be three women
here tonight and all of 'em can jump
like grasshoppers. Once they find out
you have money, and they'll jump at
the chance, you see! They'll jump .all
over you!
Before the astonished Jonas could
reply, Alfred opened the door to a lady
gorgeously arrayed in blue. Flodle
gave one look at her, then whispered:
"There's the first one of "em now!
Miss Gale." Then she stepped for
ward, sniffing franglpani scornfully,
and welcomed Rosamund.
An elaborate, painstaking picture of
feminine frippery was Rosamund Gale.
She came in as if making a stage en
trance. Something was to happen to
night Rosamund was on the war
path.
She barely acknowledged Flodle's
greeting, or Jonas' presence, but cast
a hasty anxious glance about; theu
seeing no women, seemed to breathe
freer. "Where's Hall?" she asked al
most immediately.
"Oh, somewhere about In with the
musicians probably." Flodle turned to
Jonas. "Mr. Hassingbury, Miss Gale!"
Jonas bent over her. "Why, now,
they's a lot 6' Gales down to Branford,
where I live. I wonder if you 1
"Tell Hall to hurry please!" cried
Rosamund to Flodle. ' Fiddle 'started
off, smiling, but Rosamund caught at
her arm and held her. "Wait a min
ute, though! Miss Fisher, listen!
Has anything anything important
happened?"
"What d'you mean?'
"Oh, I mean well, nothing exciting,
has it?"
Flodie reflected. "Why, I'm afraid
Alfred has spilled some salad on his
new dress suit, Miss Gale, if that's
what you mean?"
Rosamund did not condescend to an
swer. She left haughtily and passed
hurriedly into the dressing room and
divested herself of her wraps. Jonas
had but time to remark to Flodle, "Bo
she's one of 'em, Is she? Pretty gal,
by jlminy!" when she was out again,
and without noticing them, had gone
to the door of the reception room, and
looked In, scowling.
Here, the rugs were all up and the
floor waxed for dancing. Three mu
sicians were scraping and tuning their
Instruments. Hall Bonistelle was In a
corner, arranging a vase of flowers.
Rosamund darted in and swam up to
him. No scowl now; she was a differ
ent creature, smiling, radiant, angelio,
sailing on an air of gladnesB. She
seized Hall's hand excitedly.
"Oh, Hall," she exclaimed dramatic
ally, "ma's perfectly delighted! It1
all right, and you needn't worry
moment longer! Aren't you glad?
She hung on him fondly aa if she ex
pected him to embrace her,
Hall had turned white. Rosamund'i
beauty had instantly disarmed him.
He could no more have said the brutal
things he had contemplated than he
could have struck a child. Weakly, he
procrastinated, fumbling her hand.
"Really?" he managed to say. "Jove
That's fine!"
"Well, why don't you kiss me, Hall?1
Rosamund s eyes were on the door,
watching anxiously for interruptions.
Flodie gazed in.
Hall looked over his shoulder, em
barrassed. "Oh, these musicians I
don't want them to say, wait till we
can be alone!
She stared at him In annoyed sur
prise, then gave another irritated
glance at the door. The sound of
women's voices goaded her on. "Non
sense: wny, i intend to announce
our engagement Immediately.
Terror-stricken, Hall exclaimed,
"Oh, no, that won't do at all, Rosa
mund, really. We'll have to wait a lit
tle while not tonight, anyway!"
"Why, that's half the fun of being
engaged talking about It!" Then,
after another quick look toward the
office, she gazed up at him and pressed
his hand. "We are engaged, aren't me,
Hall?"
"Oh, yes certainly! Only "
Rosamund had an instant of triumph
and relief. It was ail right, then. She
tossed her head as if in secret revolt;
she would have her own way, see if
she didn't! "Well," she said coldly,
"I'll wait a while, If you insist. OdIv,
I should think you might look happier
about it. You act so funny!"
He was saved from having to reply
by Jonas Hassingbury, who, glimpsing
the encounter, and Impelled by Flodie,
had plunged boldly forward to the res-
1
Adam and Eve with the covering they
lack.
In as easy att.tude, with neither
baste nor anxiety, he Is pointing out
t them the error of their ways. Ho
!l as detached In mannrr a thnnrh he
; were a professor lecturing at Lei pile
on tne fourth dimension of space.
Adam is somewhat dejected and re
dines upon t' e ground. Eve, un
abashed, with nothing on but the ap
ple sbe Is munching, Is evidently In a
reckless mood. She looks like a child
of fifteen with her hair down her
1 ; "Say," he began polntblank to Rosa
j mund, "be you any relation to Abljah
rioTttt 1 hcliova his mnthnp unt a
Nettleton."
Rosamund glared, and Hall, seizing
the happy chance, had already begun
to edge off, with a mumbled some
thing about duties and guests. People
had, in truth, begun to arrive and the
place was filling rapidly. The musi
cians had begun to play; Flodie looked
in, with a distressed face, and beck
oned. Still Rosamund held him by
the sleeve. .
Jonas fired again. "Ain't never been
down Branford way, have ye? Say,
you ought to run down to our village
some time, miss, and git a mess o'
clams. We got some fust-class lobsters
down home. Know it?" '
Rosamund turned the full glory of
her gaze upon him. "Oh, yes," she said
sweetly, "I can easily believe that!"
But alas for her irony! This indul
gence had cost her her prey. Hall was
already across the room, and Jonas
clung like a leech. She could not,
with all her Insolence, detach him.
CHAPTER XII.
Guests were coming in bunches.
now, and kept Hall so busy for half
an hour that he had no time to plan
how he should escape from the other
two women with whom he must in
evitably have matrimonial Converse.
So far, he was not particularly anxious.
Rosamund he thought he could dis
pose of somehow, putting her off till
Flodie should change her mind; and
from Carolyn Dallys and Mrs. Royal
ton he feared little. He would trust,
at any rate, to the inspiration of the
moment. With four millions and Flo
dle he didnt much care what they
thought of him. It was a caddish trick,
perhaps, but four millions! The end
would have to justify the means.
So, handsome and elegant and popu
lar, witty and well-bred, he laughed
and gossiped with his guests-, started
the dancing, Introduced one to another,
showed his color prints, and between
times, watched the mousy gin in white
who had so 'suddenly assumed an ex
traordinary importance in his life.
Flodle, merely bowed to and patron
ized by most of the guests, had discov
ered an unexpected friend In Mr. Dore-
mus. He, finding her his only ac
quaintance, had stuck to her like a
burr. Flodle liked htm. At a one-step
he could not cut much of a figure, but
seated in the office with Flodie, where
she could keep an eye on Alfred and
the caterer, It was not long before she
felt Impelled to make him her ally.
With all his elephantine wit and his
manners of the old school' Mr. Dore
mua treated her in a jocose, fatherly,
indulgent way that inspired her trust.
And, that evening, Flodle had dire
need of a coadjutor. She began to
"Well, Why Don't You Kiss Me, Hall?"
give him her confidence, bit by bit
watching his face more than listening
to his replies, and decided that she
could trust him; he bad sympathy and
tact. When, at last, after many inter
ruptions, her story was told, Mr. Dore-
mus took off his misty glasses and
wiped them.
"Miss Fisher," he said soberly, "it
I can help in this crisis, let me Implore
you to tell me how."
Flodle got up slowly, and looked into
his kind blue eyes. "Would you mind
coming into the studio for a few min
utes?" she asked. "I'm so afraid we
may be interrupted or overheard. I
want to tell you something."
Mr. uoremus offered her his arm,
and escorted her into the studio.
By eleven o'clock both Carolyn Dal
lys and Mrs. Royalton had come. Tbey
had, in fact, arrived together, having
shared Mrs. Rofalton's limousine. This
preconcerted action was caused less
by friendship than a mutual suspicion,
The two ladles dared not trust each
other out of sight, and each for fear
the other might gain an advantage,
sacrificed her own desire to be be
forehand with her plans.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Distilleries on Old Farms.
On all the old farms in the United
States there was a little distillery,
tnougn on some farms It was not so
little, Just as there was an IcehouBe
and a smokehouse, where the peaches
and apples and grapes could be dis
tilled into fruit brandy.
Not Generally Understood.
There Is nothing Impossible about a
white blackbird or a brown black-
bear. In this connection "black"
means a variety, not a color. The
Yellow sea Is not yellow, and the
White mountains are not white.
back; the defiance of her attitude Is
that of a naughty little girl.
The world-old problem Is under dis
cussion, but with an air of good hu
mor and cheerfulness on the part of
the lecturer, as though there were still
time in the world, as thouih harry
were an undiscovered human attrib
ute, as though possibly the world
would sUll go on even it the problem
were left unsolved, and ft is Drat leafy
parliament adjourned sine die. New
York Telegraph.
GIANT OF THE MOUNTAIN.
Did you ever hear of the giant who
lived on the top of a great high moun
tain? He slept all day, and at night he
would go Into the valley and walk over
houses. He could step over a house
easily. Sometimes he would strike it
with his club and make It rock, and
the people would say, "How hard the
wind blows." Then he would Btrlke
the rocks and make sparks fly, and
they would call it lightning. His laugh
was like thunder, and when he sneezed
or whistled they called it a tornado.
Sometimes he would drink all the
water in the wells, and the people
would say, "What a terrible drought."
And when he carried off a cow and
he could easily take one under his
arm and once in a while a barn with
everything In it, then they knew the
giant had been there.
One morning Farmer Burton awoke
to find all his winter supplies gone,
and his old horse Nancy, which his
He Could Step Over a House Easily.
little f boys, Hans and Oscar, loved
very much,
"What shall we do?" cried Mother
Burton. "We shall Btarve, and poor
Nancy, we never shall see her again."
After breakfast Hans and Oscar
talked it over themselves and de
cided to try to find Nancy. They told
their mother they were going to hunt
for Nancy, and they wanted some
lunch, as they might not be back that
night. Mother Burton told them It
was useless to hunt anywhere but on
the mountain where the giant lived,
and they could not go there, and if
they ever did reach the top the giant
might keep, them, but as they never
&ad heard of the giant taking chil
dren, they started for the mountain.
They climbed all the morning, and
at noon sat down to' eat their lunch
eon under a tree. A little old man
came along, and they gave him some
of their food and told him what their
errand was. He told them that he
knew about the wickedness of the
giant, and would help them a little. He
had a staff in his hand, which he gave
to Oscar and Hans and told them It
would help them up the mountain. He
also told them that if they' could get
the big belt which the giant wore he
would lose his power and become as
small as an ordinary man, and do no
more harm. The boys thanked him
and started on their Journey.
Hans had the staff, and soon he
was well up the mountain, and poor
Oscar was far behind, so Hans waited
for his brother to come up to him;
then Oscar took the staff, and in a tew
minutes he was far ahead. He waited
for Hans, and they decided it must
be the staff, bo they both took hold
of It, and sure enough they moved up
the mountain at a rapid rate, for the
little old man had given them a magic
staff.
Soon they were on the top of the
mountain, and they could see the
giant's feet sticking out of a cave.
"Shall we go closer?" asked Hans.
"Of course," said Oscar. "What
did we come for? There 1b old Nancy
over by that tree."
Nancy saw them and neighed and
called to them in horse language. They
had just reached her when the giant
awoke. He stood up and took one
step, which brought him beside the
boys.
"What are you doing here, you lit
tle scamps?" he roared.
"If you would sit down, we could
tell you; you are so tall we cannot
see your face, and we want to talk
to you."
"Oh, you do?" said the giant. "What
do you want to say? You are so small
I could pick you up with my thumb
and finger and drop you off the moun
tain." "But that would not do you any
good," said Oscar, "and it would kill
me. Will you please come down near
er the ground?"
The giant walked around and made
a roaring noise, but the boys stood
still, although their hearts were beat
ing faBt. The giant pulled up a tree
and threw It on the ground, and seated
himself upon It.
"Now what do you want?" he asked.
Oscar did the talking, so he told
the giant that he had their horse
Nancy and they had come for her.
"You cannot have her," said the
giant. "I am going to eat her."
"She will not be very tender," re
plied Oscar, "for she Is very old." He
was almost crying at the thought of
poor Nancy s fate.
"Oh, that will not bother me," said
the giant; "look at my teeth." He
opened his mouth, and the boys moved
away, for it was large enough to swal
low them whole, and bis teeth looked
Uxe big stones.
He laughed when he saw the boys
were frightened, and it shook the
mountains; the boys were glad when
he became serious again. But he would
not let Nancy go, and told them he
thought he should keep them also;
they were bo small he liked to look at
them, and It made him seem so very
large. The boys were quite fright
ened, and Hans, who had remained
silent till then, said, "If you don't let
us go home In a few days we will stay
and work for you."
"What can you do?" said the giant.
"We can try to do anything you
ask us," replied Hans.
"Well, amuse me, then. Can you
dance?"
"Not very yell, but we can sing,"
said Hans, who had been struck with
a happy thought.
"Well, sing then," said the giant.
The boys sang a funny song, and the
old giant laughed so hard that he
rolled off the tree onto the ground.
Then the boys began singing soft, low
songs The giant pulled a big stone
under his head and listened. Soon his
eyes began to close, and after a while
he was fast asleep.
Hans stopped singing, but told his
brother to keep on while he crept
over to the giant and very gently un
fastened the belt he wore. Then he
brought Nancy to where Oscar was
still singing, and they both mounted.
Hans told Oscar to hold the staff in
both hands while he held the belt.
Nancy trotted away with the boys, but
soon she seemed to be flying so fast
did they go, and almost before they
knew it they were at the foot of the
mountain, and there the little old man
was waiting for them. They returned
his staff, and thanked him very much
for lending it to them. He told them
to bury the belt In the ground when
they reached home.
The sun was just setting when they
rode into the yard, but they told their
father and mother about the belt, and
Fathet Burton said they must bury It
at once, which they did and in the
morning thoy went to the mountain
and recovered all the supplies Which
had been lost.
That night, after Oscar and Hans
were in bed, Oscar Bald; "I should
like very much to have seen the old
giant when he awoke and found he
was only as largo as an ordinary man."
"Yes," said Hans. "But I am glad
I am at home."
EASY WAY OF MAKING MONEY
Refraction of Rays of Light Causes
Curious Illusion Clever Little
Trick Illustrated.
One need not be a magician to make
money, as the following trick will
show. First our clear water into a
glass until it Is half full; then throw
a bright piece of money Into the
water and cover the glass with a
plate. If the glass is now turned
around rapidly, the piece of money
will be seen gleaming on the plate,
and a second piece will be seen swim
ming on the surface of the water. It
is refraction of the rays of light which
causes this curious illusion, for, the
Curious Illusion,
moment the glass is restored to its
original position and the water ceases
to move, the second piece of money
disappears.
Kindness to Sisters,
A schoolmaster In the country de
livered an address to the scholars, of
which the following passage is an ex
ample:
"You boys ought to be kind to your
little Bisters. I once knew a bad boy
who struck his little slater a blow
over the eye. Although .she didn't fade
and die In the early summer time,
when the June roses were blooming,
with the sweet words of forgiveness
on her pallid lips, she rose and hit
him over the hoad with a rolling pin,
so that he couldn't go to school for
more than a month, on account of not
being able to put his hat on."
Keeping Up With Peanuts.
Did you eat four pounds of peanuts
last year? You will have to do bet
ter than that" this year, if you keep
pace with the peanut Industry. Ac
cording to the American Pesanut cor
poration, more than four hundred mil
lion pounds of peanuts were consumed
In the United States last year, or four
pounds for every inhabitant. The pro
duction of peanuts has doubled since
1910. The American Boy.
He Heard the Proverb.
Tommy (after a thumping) You're
awful hard on me, ma."
Mother That's because you've been
very naughty and wicked.
Tommy Well, gee! You should re
member that you uiun t die young
yourself. Boston Transcript.
Drowning Season Is On.
This Is the drowning season the
time of year when the boys and girls
who don't know how to swim go un
der in the streams and lakes and
never come up again. Every boy,
and girl, for that matter, ought to be
taught how to swim.
Higher Asplrai.on t.
Auntie (watching artist at work)'
Don't you wish you could pMnt as w
as that, Tommy?
Tommy I can! London Opinion.
Diplomatic.
"Say, mamma, I'm playln' there's
a little boy callln' on me, an' I'd Ilk
piece of cake for him."
Sure.
Aunt Was your papa mad when your
mother let the picture fall on his toes?
Willie Yes'm, He was hopping.
THE HUNDRED miles that sep-1
arate Ireland's capital from the
capital of Ulster form as wide
and deep a gulf as If they sep
arated the capitals of any two
continental countries. The outward
aspects of the . cities, the spirit and"
Ideals of their people, the predominant
religious sects, the attainments, all
are distinctly contrasting. "You won't
like Dublin; It's a d-a-rty plaae," was
the prediction of a Belfast woman.
But the warning did not prove to be
justified. The fact is, I liked Dublin
very much better than I liked Belfast,
which, to be sure, was very little,
W. p. Conant writes In the Spring
field (Mass.) Republican.
Outwardly, the cities are entirely
disslmlllar, though their natural set
ting Is very like. Belfast Is a great
monotony of red brick, scarcely re
lieved throughout the succession of
Its long, unlovely streets by any ar
tistic touches or show of architectural
appreciation. Its wlldness of bare
fronted houses are hardly distin
guishable from the linen factories,
which in many cases, occupy parts of
the same block, and are designated
only by a small brass plate that sets
forth the firm's name.
Belfast boasts that she has no slums.
She also has no conspicuously fine
streets of houses that are distin
guished by esthetic taste or architec
tural excellence. Mostly, her regular
blocks have the plain, bare features
of barracks. On the other hand, Dub-
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ST PATRICK'S CATHEpRAlXXJBUIH
lln, often referred to hi disparaging
terms, Is likely to prove an agreeable
surprise to the traveler. She has
slums, yes, some very squalid ones,
and they force themselves upon the
visitor's notice as aggressively as the
slums of Edinburgh at the lower end
of High Btreet. If one Btays but a
day in Dublin one is likely to go away
with an unfavorable impression of the
place. If he stays a -while and allows
the early Impressions to be effaced
and their place taken by pleasant
ones, he will judge the city more fair
ly. If one were to stay a year and
make some strong and certainly de
lightful attachments, he Is bound to
be sorry at the leave-taking and will
ever regard the city on the Llffey with
tender affection.
Homes of the Irish Capital.
The homes of Dublin are Its glory,
Go out Donnybrook way, or north In
the Phoenix park neighborhood, or
south to the region about Harold's
cross, and you will find street after
Btreet of stately Queen Anne houses
that suggest for all the world the
Mayfair region of London) while the
modern villas that form a wider circle
about the city charming cottages
with gardens, and ample homes f
pretty design and having plots of
bright flowers in their front yards
recall the pleasant suburbs of the
progressive American cities of the
middle WeBt. Then the public build
ings. Belfast's boast is its city hall.
Once the stranger has his grip un
packed he is urged to go and see this
splendid structure. It is undeniably
tine. But one could almost wish that
the Belfast people had spread their
variegated marbles about the city
rather than concentrated all this ele-
LACK OF REAL AIM IN LIFE
Men Who May Be Described as
Happy-Go-Lucky Seldom Seem
to Achieve Anything.
Owing to Borne temperamental pe
culiarity there are those who cannot
do their beet unless their work is
varied. Sometimes they have a dash
of quixotry In their natures.
There Is a delightful ill-judged good
ness about thorn, a goodness with
which such a profitable quality as
sustained Industry seems incompati
ble. t
They have many Irons In the fire,
and. they hammer on each In turn
with hopeful and fervent activity, but
of long concentration they are Incapa
ble. As a rule they are without the ca
pacity to make money, and without
the desire to do so.
It they are born with enough to live
on they are often delightful charac
ter!, free of the self-interest which
'j to difficult to divorce from ambi
tion, and of the frivolity which ldle
aeaa fosters.
gance on one spot. The city's bare,
cold churches might have been bright
ened, both architecturally and in their
creeds, by an esthetic touch here and
there, while the public library's brown
bareness would have been relieved
by a dash of the rich bright colors
which the city hall could readily have
Bpared.
Closely Resembles London.
The likeness of Dublin to- London,
conspicuous in the aspect , of its
houses, is further carried out by the
style and relative location of the mon
uments and structures which form its
proud adornment. The Nelson pillar,
with Its statue to that Irish hero
on the top, closely resembles the
statue to the same naval hero In Traf
algar Bquare, London, only lacking
the surrounding guard of lions. This
column is the pivot around which the
life of Dublin revolves, Just as Char
ing Cross is the western pivotal point
of the English capital. Lower Sack
ville street runs south, to the O'Connell
bridge, and continues across that
broad structure to the ample avenue
on the opposite bank of the river,
with the rounded facade and stately
line of columns of the old parliament
building on the rfght, and the solid,
classic mass of Trinity college on the
left.
How close the resemblance to the
London scene! Whitehall and Parlia
ment Btreet are readily recognized in
the breadth, style and direction of
Sackville street and College green,
while (he British house of parliament
is represented by Trlnty.
Scotch Walk Belfast Streets.
Belfast is a scoured and Puritanlzed
Lawrence or Paterson, with Scotch
men and women walking Its streets
in their early and late tramp, tramp,
to and from mill and shipyard. Dub
lin Is a prerevolutlonary Boston like
Boston, English in street names and
much like Boston, to be sure, In the
character of the largest element in its
population. Like, yet unlike, for the
transplanting has made some radical
changes in human qualities. The
American visitor to Dublin will And
It less Irish, as he thinks, than Bos
ton herself, while the English stranger
in Boston would find us more Irish
than even Dublin. This is a cryptic
remark which only those who know
will understand. Dublin Is a softer,
quieter Boston of 1914, with General
Gage in authority and red-coated Brit
ish sentries stationed about her pub
lic buildings and government offices.
This, then, is the way it appeals to
the sojourner these rival, jealous
cities of whose people Belfast folk say
pl arlsalcally that "oil and water can
never mix." Dublin represents the
warm heart of a nation. Belfast is its
hand a dexterous pairs of hands, if
you will. One hopes this "red hand
of Ulster" will not again be a bloody
hand. The chill winds that sweep
across Dlvls mountain and Cave hill,
the bare, bleak eminences that rise
behind the northern city, are a driv
ing stimulus to labor and the getting
of gain. The soft airs of the valley
of the Llffey, environed as It Is
by the hazy mountains at a little dis
tance to south and east, are relaxing
and tend to moderation.
Where Men of Learning Differ.
Nearly all of the old philosophies
and mythologies and theologies were
imbued with the animistic theory of
earth; and modern scientists, some of
them, beginning, perhaps, with Fech
ner, the hard headed German, one of
the rnont brilliant of the children of
the great University of Leipzig, have
been developing the theory in no fan
ciful way. If the earth be a dead
body how can It give birth to the liv
ing? Is one of the questions of these
theorists who are more than theorists.
There are about 1,600,000,000 humans
on the earth. It has been calculated
by an Ingenious mathematician that
If all of people could be flattened out
and spread over our little globe they
would be like a skin one-two-hundred-thousandth
part of an inch thick over
a globe a yard in diameter! It Is
Inconceivable that the earth, 8,000
miles In diameter, came into its moun
tainous existence millions of years ago
for the mere purpose of laboring and
giving birth to this puny human
house la the thought ot both the
metaphysician and the cynical pblloso-pkr.