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i f j l f e ’s T h e S e c r e t , :i OR A BITTER RECKONING By CHARLOTTE M. BRABMB I otti I4-' tftttttttttt Ml t Ì > I ! ♦ t i i t t t i f * * * * C H A P T E R X X V I. T h s week» »lipped by, and th» young ■prlng began to »end out Its forerun ner». It had been a mild winter, and the big horse chestnuts In th* Mailing- ford woods sent forth their round pale buds quite a fortnight earlier than usual A young fellow named Farringdon, the ■on o f a friend of Sir Geoffrey's youth, had been among the Christmas ^visitors at Mallingford, and it was soon appar ent that he had fallen desperately In love with sweet-faced Ethel. H e was a most estimable young man, with a substantial rent roH, and he went to Sir Geoffrey and asked his consent, feeling quite satisfied as to what would be the result Then Sir Geoffrey spoke to Ethel, and was astonished on receiving an em phatic refusal, coupled with the declara tion that her heart was not her own to bestow. So, Sir Geoffrey, bearing in ynind the girl's happy excitement over Polling's letter, which contained noth ing but accounts of Dornton’s Industry, talent and success, put two and two. to gether and decided that she w as still true to her first love. H e was a little dis appointed that it should be so; but he had married for love himself, and he was not going to attempt to influence his daughter in the selection of her husband. So a warm invitation was sent to the roaming artists, and Ethel settled down into a beatific state of anticipation; and one soft spring day toward the end of A p ril they arrived. Sir Geoffrey actually drove over him ■elf to meet them, and Ethel put on her prettiest hat and accompanied him. She did not go -on the platform with her father, but sat there watching the few passengers pass by ones and twos through the little station door. She won dered what could be keeping them. A t last her father came out, and with him a handsome sun-burnt, t>road-shoul- dered, bearded giant, whom Ethel re graded with no little surprise. Could this self-possessed, courteous creature be Jack— her Jack, whom she used to chide sometimes for his little mistakes, who had often confessed that he owed what little polish he h.ad to his intercourse with her and her father? She was so astonished at the change In the m a s and his manners that some of her feeling found its way into "her face. " H o w changed you are!” she had al most asid "Improved.*' “ You look as If you had enjoyed your winter very much.” " I have; but I hope to enjoy my spring better.” Something in the words jarred Ethel’s nice sense of tact. She glanced quick ly at him, blushed again, and changed the subject "W h e re 's Captain Polling, papa?” T hat gentleman stepped forward from behind the pillar o f the portico, where, with a strange longing, he had stood watching the eloquent little pantomime o f blushes and glances that had just taken place. The girl looked at him for a moment In even greater surprise than •b e had at Jack. She grew very pale, then extended both hands quickly. ‘J O " I am so glad to see you again,” she •snio said, “though I am sorry to see you look I don’t think traveling u riT ing so tired. , agrees with you. You must stay at Majl- Ifigford, and be nursed until you are u n iJ q « t e welL” ;b j 3 3 'A dusky red— called up perhaps by the warmth of her greeting— suddenly spread over his face, then left It again as colorless as before. . “ I am all right,” he returned, smiling at the anxious look in her eyes. " I ’m as hard as nails; nothing ever alls me.” “ W e won’t argue the question now," she said, with her usual brightness. " A r e all your belongings right? Let ns get home, then, and have some luncheon; I am absolutely famished. Come, papa.” The three men took their seats in the roomy barouche, and the talk became general. Ethel, leaning back In her cor ner, and taking mental note of the trou ble and suffering written so unmistaka bly on Pelling’s face, did not notice that ■he in turn w as being watched as closely by some one else, who, by the end of the five-mile drive, had come to the conclu sion that he had been decoyed to M all- Ington under false pretenses, and had m ade up his mind to take the first op portunity of ascertaining the truth from her own lips. But the opportunity did not present itself so readily as he had hoped, and three days prssed without a chance of a tete-a-tete. On the fourth, however, things changed. It was the day of the private view at the Academy. O f course Sir Geoffrey, by the right of his old associations, had the entree; so equally, of course, had Jack as an ex hibitor. The rooms were, as usual, crowded to excess. 'Jack and Sir Geoffrey were in front, and Ethel was with Pelting. Jack turned suddenly, with his face aglow and his eyes shining, and said, in a proud whisper: hi /‘Pelling, it’s on the line!” Pelting pressed forward and shook })im stealthily by the band. Ethel saw ~ the movement and for a moment wished she was a man to inspire soch a friend ship as existed between these two; then 1 ‘ '■he offered her congratulations warmly * ‘ and ^ g e r e l r f‘ The otWr two passed on, leaving Ethel .M it ‘ W ith JarV >0 take note of the points of the gfcstdH. y#u£k, seising the opportu- , , v _ - 3 »lty bent-him head, a a<l whispered: ' ?***[ " D o you fenfembhr my water-color of last year?” 1* . "T o bs sure.” she answered, without ■ny sign beyond a flight Increase of color * *» that the mew dry was a disquieting one. i " H o w m ad n h aa happened since then that I could H u h undone.r ' • * -' "A n d I. aW>R “ D o yon mags that?” “ W h y should I say It unless I did 7” / ■ A lseksi * ffl dted. It w as an aw k w ard place make an avowal of love, certainly, bath#yw ould not'lose the op portunity ah* lutd given bins H e leaned fo rw ard ao$ pointed out some flaw in - • picture before them, without In the least knowing what he was saying, then whkpecad doe# to bar sari H U M ♦♦♦♦♦♦ t * » ***** “ And do you really love me still? And may I try to redeem my past folly by loving you more than avar?” C H A P T E R X X V II, Ethel's answer completely staggered Jack. "There are two questions, and they require two answers,” shs replied, 14 * low, steady voice. “I do not love you •till— not as I did then. And, in my opinion, nothing could repair your past folly. Weakness and 'faithlessness are just the two fallings I could never ex cuse lu s man. They are so supremely feminine!” “ I have been, misled,” he said, shortly. “Not by me, directly or indirectly.” “ W a s it not in deference to your wisn that Sir Geoffrey invited me to Mailing- ford ?” ‘‘Certainly. But may not a young woman wish to see s young man in whom she takes a very warm friendly Interest, without the young man repaying her by an offer of marriage? Come— let ns be friends. You are not madly in love with me, yon know. It was as much pity for my supposed love-lorn state as anything that led you to make this declaration. Now that you see I am not love-lom, and yon hav# done your duty by me in giving me the chance yon thonght I was pining for, there is an end of it.” “ I don’t understand yon one b it ” " O f course not. W e women prhjaour- eelvee on not being understood. It is the only defense we have, the power of hid ing our feelings. Come— let os find papa, and we will forget all about this foolish talk, and be just as comfortable togeth er as we were before.” Jack obeyed rather surlily. It was a change for him to be treated in this light, off-hand way by Ethel, after he had been tanght to believe that It was his bounden duty to rescue her from the slough of slighted affections. But, though he was really very fond of her, and would doubt less have made her yn excellent husband, hia pride was more deeply touched than bia feelings by her refusal, so there was plenty of room for hope that he would quickly recover from the blow. Pelling looked at them when they at last met, guessed that something had taken place. H e could see their evident flurry, but he could not tell how matters had fared with Jack. H e believed them to be favorable. I f it should prove so, his task would be finished; he would have reunited Ethel to the only man she could ever care for, and he would drown hla own heart griefs In the excitement of foreign travel. The men lingered longer than usual In the dining room that evening, apd Ethel found the time hang heavily on her hands. Presently she heard the footsteps of the three crose the hall in the, direc tion of the billiard room, and she was surprised that they had not asked her to mark for them. She felt nervous and anxious, and was tired of being alone. W ith this feeling upon her, she decided to get a book and for a time at least forget the thoughts which oppressed her. She went to the library and wheeled the steps to a certain shelf that held ’the works of her favorite authors. There was only one lamp in the large room, but there was a fire burning in the grate. She wae wearing a ruby-colored velvet dress, buttoned np to the throat with large cut steel buttons that glimmered and sparkled coldly from their warm setting. It was made, in defiance of fashion’s stern rule, without frill of puffing and fell gracefully and softly about her shapely figure. W hen she bad reached the top of the library steps, the room door opened and Captain Pelling entered. H e" began to pace in decided agitation np- and down the dimly lighted room. Ethel turning round hastily and seeing who it was, uttered a little ex clamation of dismay. “Miss Ethel! I did not see you. Look ing for s book? Aren’t you afraid of falling? Come down and let me get it for you.” H e was at the foot of the steps, his hand outstretched to help her. “ I ’m not at n11 afraid, thank, yon; and I have not decided o n ji book y e t” “ W o n ’t yon do without your novel reading to-night and let me tell you a tale instead?” H er heart went ont to him as she de tected a quiver of painful anxiety In hia voice. “ I f it is a nice tale and ends happily,” she answered. ”1 like all tales to end happily. Does yours?” “It 'depends on what you consider hap piness; what to you may seen? happi ness may to me be the depth of despair. W ill you come down and listen?” • Ethel deerended from her perch and took the chair hs had set for her, he •eating himself opposite. " I t it a very short story,” hs began, as he turned np the lamp and stirred the fire. Then he went on: “Once on a time two men loved one woman. They both loved her dearly, but, of course, they could not both marry her. N ow it hap pened that the one she loved offended her very grievously, and the one she did not love tried to ingratiate himself through the favored one’s offense. But the cause of offense was suddenly remov ed, and then the nnloved orfe said to himself, ‘H er heart is bound up In this man; she will never know hspplneea, but • • his wife; she does not love me. I will devote my life to making her happy by bringing them together.’ W ell, he did. H e helped the favored man to make him more worthy of her. It waa the ope dream, the one ambition of bia life, to see them united. O f coarse there were timee When he felt still that he could never know happiness without her him self. H s w ss • selfish beggar at the best; but he really did do all Its could for tbs man shs loved. Imagine then his astonishment when ths man whom he had thought she loved came to him one day and said,* ‘It has been ail • mistake on your part; she does not cars for me st all.’ Think what a disappoint ment it w ss to the poor wretch who had bora working to bring them together st the sacrifice of hla owa feelings! When ha had recovered from the first pang of diaappoiqtment, he began to wonder what her refusal meant, and a sudden mad thought came Into his head. It was a wild, improbable, unreasonable thought There were no grounds for It— in fa c t all things seemed to point in an opposite direction. Still the thought was lu his mnd. Shall I tell you what that thought was?” lie paused for k moment at ths point, and then, moving nsarer to her, went on. “ H e thought that, perhaps, in the greet tenderness of her heart, thia woman had at first pitied him for a certain unhappiness that cloud ed his life for a time, that possibly she had overrated hla efforts on her behalf, and that, between her feelings and pity and gratitude, she was carried a little out of herself and imagined she ought, as a matter of duty, you know, to marry the man she did not really love. Then he said. T h is must not be; I will go and set her mind at rest, and tall her not to worry about me. I shall be all right by and by, and learn In time to be content ed without her.’ ” “A nd did he go?” “Yes, he went.” "A n d what did the woman say?” "A h , that la more than I 'can tell at present I have come to ask yon to finish the story for me.” “ I see,” with a smile. “This is how I should finish it The humble-minded man, who did not think It possible that he could be loved for himself itfone, went to the woman and told her he shonkl learn to be content without her in time, upon which the woman rose up.and held out her hands, saying. ’But I can never learn to be contented without you, Alec, for I love you very, very dearly!’ ” ' A faint little whisper that sounded like “ M y own, own love!” floated through the room, and Captain Pelling and Ethel Mailing were locked in a close embrace. C H A P T E R X X V III. “It is very dreadful to have to say it; but I think I began to love yon just when It was wrong to do so— on the dhy you came to tell me you had dis covered your w ife was living. Then came that unhappy time, and the letters written In Jack’s behalf really helped yourself. A t last, when I saw you so 111 and sorrowful looking, my heart went out to you.” * "Thia will be an aw ful blow to Jack!” "N ev er mind Jack now. Your kind ness has made him' think himself a para gon. I think it will do him good to find out that he is not so irresistible as he fancied himself.” - .■____ j Presently, after some conversation, Ethel said: “Papa will wonder what has become of us. W e had better go and tell him everything. / H e will be so pleased.” , “ D o yon think so?” Pelling asked, doubtfully; and Ethel throwing her arms about his neck answered him with kisses. O f course Sir Geoffrey was delighted. A s a man, he thought highly of Captain Pelling. Besidee, he had undoubted ad vantages of birth and position, and would make an excellent master of the household when the present possessor should have gone to rest Jack w as inclined to be displeased at first; but it was characteristic of the facile nature of the man that he coa- aented to be conciliated, and etayed on right into the summer, making Mailing- ford his headquarters during his trips into the surrounding country to touch up front nature Lord Summers’ six pictures. And, as the days lengthened to their longest, Pelling gradually recovered touch o f hla old brightness, Ethel w a s devoted to him. Sometimes people, looking at her ra diant young beauty and his grave ma turity, wondered at the girl’s uncon cealed devotion and admiration. One day some one ventured to say some thing of the kind to her. H er eyes flashed a little, as she answered: “You don’t know him as he really ha lf you did, you would not be surprised.’*' Alec took her to Paris on their wed ding trip, and amid the gayetles of the city they did not forget oue day to pay a visit to Pauline's grave. Ethel placed a large wreath of Immortelles on the resting place of hey unfortunate cousin and turned sw ay with a lump rising iu her throat Husband and wife were both very silent on the way beck to their hoteL They received one visitor before they passed on toward Italy— it was Babette. now Mme. Couronne, of the Boulevard dee Itatiens. She had Invested her five thousand pounds judiciously, and was already becoming rather celebrated as one of the leading modistes of the city. She wished one piece of news to be con veyed to Sir Geoffrey. Messrs. Daws & Raven had made “a flash in the pan” with their two thousand five hundred pounds; they had speculated through a man who w as “hammered” the very next settling day, and so lost every penny, and were In a worse plight than ever. “They wanted me to Join in the same speculation,” added Mme. Couronne, “with the money your father had been so so generous as to insist upon my ac cepting; but you have a proverb, ‘A bird in the hand is worth two In the hush,’ and I kept my money under my own management, as madams sees, with good result • • • • • • E re c t vhlte-haired Sir Geoffrey is never so happy as when he Is walking out with toddling Geoffrey Mailing Pel ling, who Is to carry on the old family name, by end by. Captain Pelling is everything that a country gentleman should be; and, in spite of the many calls on him, he Is always able to spend plenty of time in his wife’s society. The pleas ure these two find In each other’s com pany is as strong to-day os it was on their wedding tour, and it is likely to increase rather than diminish, for it is s union founded on the most tasting of all foundations— a deep mutual respect and an impregnable faith. T H E END. ' W h a t 's th e Use? “ D o you ever get discouraged?” asked the Intimate friend. “ No,” answ ered Mr. Comstock, “ I don’t I know that If It comes to the w orst I can let my hair gro w long, show a band o f religious enthusiasts the attly true path to heaven, and Uve without w ork ill the finest bouse In the colony.”— Detroit N ow s. Statistics compiled by the various automobile trade assoclans show that there are about 53,000 motor cars *a use in this country, the first cost of which aggregated $70,000,000. _ * ' * 1 « ..w.,-... __ %- ■ .... .J THE JTJMEL MANSION. ONCE T H E . S C E N E OP R E V E L R Y AND M E R R Y M A K IN G . W h ere S c o res of E s t e r ls ls e S , hr One o f C e te b rttle e D la e S th o mod M oat W ere W in e d F a s c in e t in s s t i e s o f H e r Tin se. A Little Lesson In Patriotism T o tl\e people w ho believe with Shakapeare that “all the w orld’s a stage and all the men and wom en merely players” there ts nothing o f greater fascination than an old house. H ere have been enacted the most charm ing comedies and the most pit iful tragedies, and ofttlmes, aa in the case o f real actors, breaking hearts have been covered by smiles and mirth while bright, laughing eyea have ached with unshed tears. One o f the moet Interesting o f the many historical mansions In this coun try la the brave old Jumel house which stands on W ashington Heights, In N e w York, and la know n aa one o f the fe w rem aining vestiges o f , the old-time architectural splendor o f that city. It stands w ell back* from the street and commands a lofty and extensive view. Its sole barricade nqw from an in quisitive public being a high, luxur iant box-hedge. T h e manaloU w aa built In 1758, as a w edding present for M ar f Phillips, o f Philllpsbnrg Manor, Yonkera, who became the w ife o f Col onel R oger Morris. This lady w aa W ashington’s first sweetheart and when the Continental forces confls- eated the mansion from M a ry Phillips’ Tory husband a feeling o f sentiment stirred the m ighty Am erican’s heart and he took the house as his head vhad served the prince with a . much * ign(in ot the D e r a t i o n o f quarters, to prevent its destruction. courtesy as she conld have show n had | eI>en ence- W h en M. Stephen Jumel, a dashing she known h i. rank, g av e t h . prince’s I ^ ^ Frenchman, w ho kept a sailors’ find card td her mlatress |°f and held several tmport- ings store on South street and fitted A t the age o f 90, w idow ed, but .till “ * “ d ho“ or« * offlc" under * * • new j FAM OU S JVUÆL M ANSION. ont privateers for tbe w a r in Jam aica and San Domingo, m arried the adven turous Betty Bowen, he bought and fitted up the mansion with a magnifi cent expenditure, calculated to make the e y e . o f the plain old Dutch burgh ers start from their heads. M istress Betty had lived, ‘to put it mildly, be fore sbe met and m arried the yonng merchant prince. A a Betty Bowen, the rustic beauty had broken the heart and stamped on the pride o f many an Impressionable M assachusetts bean. T o her w aa born a child which so closely resembled G eorge W ashington that for many y ears w a s supposed to be hla son. In reality, M ajo r Renben Ballon w a s tbe father o f Betty B o w en’s child. W h en the baby w aa 6 weeks old the future haughy Mme. Jumel ran a w a y and left him. She came back several times afterw ard to claim her little one, but Freelove B a l lon, w ife o f the m ajor, although w ell a w a re o f the paternity o f the child, kept It and w ould not let the mother so much a s see I t Betty w a s gloriously lovely, with all the capricious, puzzling w a y w a rd ness o f a little child— a fascinating rid dle w ho charmed Stephen Jumel and fo r years after they w ere wed kept him wondering w h at she wonld do next T o make his w ife happy the w ealthy Frenchm an Imported hang ings, furniture and w onderful plate from France. The Jumels entertained lavishly and the household affairs w e re conducted on a great scale. Once, upon returning from a European trip, the madam brought with her quanti ties o f Napoleonic relics— the dispatch box of tbe little corporal, the trunk he carried on his cam paigns, Josephine's Jewels and em broideries and bric-a- brac w hich bad been tbe property of M arie Antoinette. M any o f these valuable souvenirs are t o d a y In tbe d ra w in g room of M rs. Jnllns Caryl, of W ashington Heights, ths grand-niece o f Mme. Ju mel. T here is In this same room a full-length life-size portrait o f Mme. Betty, which w as painted In France In the h e y d a y o f her charms. She sits In a great carved chair, dressed In a robe o f embossed blue v elvet There are showers o f costly lace about the shoulders, and lappets o f lace fall from the chestnut hair, carefully band ed and carted In the fashion o f those days. T h e face o f Mme. Betty Is full o f fire and fascination. The eyes are lustrous and o f sapphire hue, the ex pression one o f winsom e pride and complacent disdain. T h e Jumel mansion is packed with history, romance and thrillfng mystery. T here a re dark and blood-curdling se cret passages and cupboards and of course there Is a ghost cham ber and a ghost w h o w alk s and w a lls fn the most approved fashion. , In ths great banqueting hall every nook and corner telle a tale. In this sumptuous room stood the table which iw «a »m never permitted to be die- - torbed after one o f those fam ous mid night N e w T ear's feasts. A ft e r the .• t i n g end drinking, the songs and toasts and banter w ere done the table stood with Hs empty bottles and ■rushed Sowers Just as ft w a s left when ths last gay reveler with a toast t to the ffllr hostess on his Ups reeled ]* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * & from Its side. The doors were closed until the d aw n in g o f the next N ew Y ear’s feast when the debris w as re moved and the table freshly spread. N e a r the narrow door stood a huge carved b u ffe t It Is said that when Jerome Bonaparte, that interesting royal lover and husband o f Elisabeth Patterson, dined with Mme. Betty they F ran cis Lew is, signer of tbe D eclara came arm In arm to this corner and tion o f Independence, w a s born In paused. The gallant brother o f the Luandaff, W ales, and edneated In the mighty Napoleon bo w ad and motioned city o f London. m adam to lead the w ay. T b at lady, On com ing o f age ever m indful o f w h a t w a s fit and prop be at once em er, w ould not take precedence o f a barked. to the prince and so both, handsome French A m erican colonies, man and blushing Am erican, stood establishing him bow in g and curtesylng over an d over. s e lf In a commer It Is not know n how ths matter w as cial business In settled, b a t next d ay Mme. Betty or N e w York.. dered a second and larger door cut At the time through the p assagew ay to avoid fu r w hen the colonies ther like em barrassing situations. w ere In a state o f From the cavernous fireplace In the unrest and w a r banquet cham ber starts a secret pas seemed the Inevi sage large enough to hide a grow n per table solution o f son. It leads up over a china cup the difficulties and. KHAN CIS LE W IS. board and penetrates the ghost cham w ron gs o f the colonists, Lew is, sm ber overhead, the room In which m ad though a w a re o f the fact that w a r w a s am died and In which now on certain certain to wreck hla bnaineas and to nights, it la said, her ghost w alks. endanger his personal Interests, at In this w onderful old house m ay be once threw bis lot .with that o f the seen the secret passage running p ar revolutionists. H e aided their deliber- allel to the upper ball, through w h ic h when the Am erican "forcee_,retreated |atl0“* w ltb his good business judg- to Klngsbri/dge the last man rushed , » e freely distributed h i. money ' to aid their cause. H la ow n house at within arm ’s reach o f the British s o l-. , . . ettxnblna ou t! “ ’ * f *amuu. w o » burne<? u u iu » dlers in the hall, and. < *m b ln g out * ,and’. wtt8 p e d Í Y é r the by tb# w ife imprisoned upon the balcony, dropped , In the city. ratling and made good his escape. L e w is w a s one o f the first to Join the D u rin g the lifetim e o f Mme. Jam s) Prince d . Jolnvllle slept in this house,. ° * U b ^ rtyw H ® • “ em b®* hla hostess not k n ow in g him until the N « w, York commltt« e ^ th* flr>t next morning a . other than . night-1'Oont,n1 e nt* , , Con* ™ “ and served on overtaken hunter. Then the maid, w h o “ 1« 1 advisory bodlen H e w a s one .......... .....4 , \ ^ ' rem arkably lovely, Mme. Jumel m a c ried A aro n Burr, then a ruined old man o f 78. In the great hall In the mansion la pointed out the exact spot w here the fiery Betty canght her aged spouse kissing a pretty mold and, box ing hla oars soundly, turned him out o f doors. • The Jumel house Is now the proper ty o f the D aughters o f the Am erican Revolution. It Is conducted as a free historical muaenm. W an d erin g through the old rooms the visitor sees in imagination ths form s o f departed heroes and beautiful women, smells the fain t odor o f June roses and, Usteaing, bears sweet, low laughter, the clank o f sw ord and the w hisper o f silk. , OLD F L A M E OF HO8TE88. B a t H e D l d s ’t K a o w It 17a t 11 • B r e a k B r o » * k l It Ont. T h e sect o f the Schwenkfelders, at their annual reunion In Allentow n. P a , w ere eating their fam ous feast of bread and apple butter, aaye the W aah- lngton P o t t T h e long table waa cov ered w ith great plates o f fine white bread, great dishes o f golden butter, and great bow ls o f rich brow n apple butter. “No, you are mistaken,” asm the H er. A. R. Schorman, o f Pandora. O , to a reporter, “i f you think this Is our Ides o f a fins b a n q u e t T h is meal cel- obrates a historical event— the landing o f the Schwenkfelders,. and their first meal In the n ew world. It w a s a meal composed only o f bread and apple but ter, for the good reason that there w as nothing else to have Just then.” Mr. Schorman, as be helped him self to tbe excellent apple butter, smiled. “W hen you accuse us Schwenkfelders o f regarding this aa a great b a n q u e t” he said, “you mistake ua and humili ate ns. You are like the stranger who visited the home o f his boyhood friend. H e and bis boyhood friend had not seen one another for more than thirty years. Then they met by accident In N e w York, and t ie resident took ths stranger home to dinner. In the host’s handsome house, as they sat In the par lor, the guest said: “ ’So y o u 'a r e married, John?* “ ‘Dear, dear, yes,’ John answered. ‘I am m arried and have three children. They w ill be dow n to welcom e you In a fe w minutes.’ “ ’W ell, well,’ said the g u e st *It seems strange to think o f you as a fa ther.’ A n d he sighed. “ ’B y the way,* the host began, ‘didn’t you live In C am bridge after yon left Chicago?’ “ ’Oh, yes,’ said the gu est T lived there for aome years.’ " T h e n perhaps yon met M iss Me- W adeT ’T h e guest gave a loud laugh. “ ‘Mot her?* ho criM . ‘M an alive, that’s a good one. M et her? I w as engaged to her. Bnt so w ere all the other fellow s at one time or another. College boys and clerks. B ut w hat’s the matter, John?* he broke off, an x iously. ” *Mlss M c W sd e Is my W ife,' said the b o a t lu a strange, dead vole«." H t lg iB S . “Y ou claim that you w ill make any sacrifice fo r my sake, H enry?” “Yea, o f course." “Then Invite mother to come sad live with us.” "W $ n , o f course, I meant any rea sonable sacrifice.”— C leveland Plata Dealer. , „ 2? Z T “ k T 2 2 2 ^ ^ * ta ? lue by h‘! townsm en that to his Influence and exam ple w a s dne t h . loyalty o f m any a citizen o f N e w York. THE ST0BY OF SAHT0 DOMINGO. Area, 18,045 square miles. Population, 500,000; language, Span ish. Population, mixed race of white, In dian and African blood. Slavery Introduced In 1502; abolished In 1822. Chief cities, Santo Domingo, capital t population, 20.000; Puerto Plata, 6.000» L a Vega, 6,000; Santiago, 8,000; Sim o na, 1,500. Term of President and Vice President (according ' to the constitution), four years. Congress, a single house of twenty- four members. State religion, Roman Catholic. Municipal schools, 80; pupils, 8,000» newspapers, 8. Debt, $82,000,000 gold; annual reve nues, about $2,000,000. Products, sugar, rum, cacao, tobacco, coffee, tropical fruits, fine woods. 1492— Island dl»covered by Columbus. 1496— Santo Domingo city founded. 1790— Spain transferred Island to French. 1801— French driven out by Touasalut L ’Ouverture. 1808— French reoccupled bland. 1809— French driven out by English and entire Island of Santo Domingo giv en to Spanhh. 1822— Revolt succeeded and the two bland governments united under Presi dent Boyer of Haytl. 1844— Santo Domingo republic sepa rated from Haytl. , 1861— Santo Domfngo republic ceded by President Santana to Spain. 1865— Spaniards driven ont. 1870— Treaty of cession to th# United States rejected by the American Senate. 1886— Gen. Uiisea H euresnx elected, President 1899— H eur eaux assassinated by Ra mon Cacaraa. • 1899 to 1906— Presidents Flguero, Jlmlnam, Vasques, W oe y GU and Mo rales. ________________________ He W o n ’t A f r a i d ta T ry . C. W. Raym ond, C hief Justice o f ths United States Court of Appeals o f In dian Territory, w aa a factory hand at Onarga, 111., at 90 cents a day, twenty- five years ago. H e resolved to become a law yer, and m ade application to H enry A . Butzow, the county clerk of his county, for employment. Ths clerk w rote him that at that time be did not need any farth er assistance, b a t that the future might bring a de mand for additional help. H e closed his letter as follow s: “O ur w ork Is adding, adding, adding, all day long. D id you ever try It?” Young Raym ond w a s equal to tbe oc casion, a n d answ ered tbe clerk on a postal card, as follow s: “ No, I have never tried adding, adding, adding, all day long, but I can try, try, try, and I w on ’t fall.”— Success Magazine. N et a B o r a F o re e r. T h e indorsement o f checks is a very simple thing, but, as the follow in g story w ill show, It, too, has Its diffi culties: A w om an w ent Into a bank where she had several timee presented checks d raw n to Mrs. L acy B. Smith. This tim e the check w a s made to the order o f Mrs. M. J. Smith— M. J. w ere her husband's Initials. She explained this to tbe paying teller, and asked w h at she shook! do. “Oh, that is all r ig h t ” he said. “Just Indorse it as It to written there.” She took the check, and after much hesi tation, said, " I don’t think I can make an M like t h a t” T h s baby to sick, mother Is up all night; children get sick, mother la up all night; father gats sick, mother A i r y F I o tt o s . to up all night; but w h o to np when “H e has w onderful Im agination," mother gets sick? D oes anyone said M iss Cayenne. know o f it bnt ths Lord? “ B n t be' to not an author.” “ No. H e tells w h a t t * to going to It to fahny: Girls talk of buttoning qp ttastr dr esses, when tosy really hat do with ths money b s w ins at the racee.”— VTaablngtea Stas- tea then down. ; \ ~ . 1_1J( • • 2» __- - -rr, .. ______________mULOB' inaffi