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S e c r e t , :i
OR A BITTER RECKONING
By CHARLOTTE M. BRABMB
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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
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‘ '■he offered her congratulations warmly
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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:
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" D o you fenfembhr my water-color of
last year?” 1*
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"T o bs sure.” she answered, without
■ny sign beyond a flight Increase of color
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*» 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 '
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“ 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
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“ 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?”
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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.”
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"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.”
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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-.
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ettxnblna
ou t!
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* 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
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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.
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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.
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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.
,
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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.
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1899 to 1906— Presidents Flguero,
Jlmlnam, Vasques, W oe y GU and Mo
rales.
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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.
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