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W. A. Mitchell, dealer in general
merchandise, Martin, Ga., writes:
"My wife lost in weight from 130 to
08 pounds. We saw she could not live
long. She was a skeleton, so we con
sulted an old physician. He told her
to try Pernna.
"She gradually commenced Im
proving and getting a little strength.
She now weighs 106 pounds. She is
gaining every day, and does her own
housework and cooking."
Dnblou.
Stlppler Did, Miss Kutts admire
your paintings? Dobber I don't
know. Stippler What did Bhe say
about them? Dobbler That she could
feel that I put a great deal of myself
into my work. Stippler Well, that's
praise. Dobber Is It? The picture
I showed her was "Calves in a Mead
ow." Couldn't Stop Him.
"Speaking of success In life," re
marked Ilojax, "there goes a man who
Las left hundreds of people behind de
spite their strenuous efforts to overtake
Llni."
"Indeed!" exclaimed Tomdlx. "Who
Is he?"
"Oh," replied Ilojax, "he's a motor
man on a trolley car."
Hilt the Other Side Objected.
Attorney (for the defense) Do you
know anything about the merits of this
case?
Venireman I should say not. It hasn't
any merits.
Attorney We'll take this man, your
honor.
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' Here are two essays on the Hugue
nots by Chicago public school pupils:
"The Hugouots are people In France
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Their leader Is a man named Jean
Valjenn that was a thief, but got con
verted and turned out well. The Hugo
nots are very good people. A lady
named Evangelino wrote a long poem
about theiu. but It don't rhyme."
"The Huguenots Is the name of a big
thing like a steam roller that the mo
gul used In. India to run over people.
It snuoshed them to death and was very
terrible. It had eyes painted on it like
a dragon, and snorted steam when It
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enny more."
Finene. ,
"Senator, everybody Is commending
that speech you made the other day on
the subject of the trusts."
"I think myself it was a pretty fair
effort."
"Unfortunately, I didn't hear it. What
position did you take?"
"Bless you, I didn't take any. I man
aged, however, to assure each party to the
controversy that Its position was the only
correct and losical one."
Time to Jinn.
Gunner There was a bad, bold bur
glar up In the girls' college the other
day.
Guyer You don't say. And did the
girls yell?
Gunner I should say so. They gave
the college yell and the burglar hasn't
stopped running yet
Ancient Inntanee.
Moses was numbering the children of
Israel.
"What are you doing that for?" some
body asked him.
"They wouldn't stand for a referen
dum," explained Moses, "and I had to
turn it into a census."
Not even his worst enemies, however,
accused Moses of doing it for political
purposes.
One that Did.
Lawyer (cross-examining witness)
Are you sure you didn't dream that, Mr.
Ruggles? By the way, do you believe in
dreams?
Witness Not as a general thing, but I
know they come true sometimes.
Lawyer O, they do, do they? Can you
mention a specific instance?
Witness Yes, sir. You remember, Mr.
Ketcham, you paid me $5 the other day
that you had been owing me a year. Well,
I had dreamed the night before that you
met me on the street and paid it. I was
so strongly impressed with that dream
that I hunted you up the next day, you
recollect, and dunned you for it. Chicago
Tribune.
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"Permit me to ask you, madam," said
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"He isn't the man I thought I was
marrying," explained the fair caller.
"My dear madam," rejoined the law
yer, "the application of that principle
would break up every home in the country."
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J THE CHARITY GIML f
By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS I
OTAPTEIt IV. (Continued.)
He Immediately sent tho girl to a
Parisian school, and then i sot abont
trying to force bis way Into the ranks
of tho upper ten. His money, his po
litical views, and his power, as determin
ed by the fact of his being a large em
ployer of labor, and, therefore, of con
trolling a large percentage of votes,
brought about an acquaintance, and then
a friendship, with Sir Edw'.n Gsseoigne,
an impecunious but moat aristocratic
baronet. By Sir Edwin's aid. Mr Fra
ser was returned in the Conservative
cause, and his step planted on the first
rung of the ladder. He was a decidedly
clever man, and although U.o mean and
niggardly to be altogether popular, ho
was not long in finding Home friends.
Among these, however, could not be class
ed Constance Gaseolgne, Sir Edward's
second and only surviving daughter. Miss
Gaseolgne was a very beautiful girl, but
she had won the reputation of having a
bitter and unkind tongue. Every one
knew that Constance Gaseolgne did not
share in her father's infatuation for Mr.
Fraser, and yet she electrified the whole
social world by suddenly beaming his
wife. There was the nine days' gossip,
and then the Fraser marriage became
a thing of the past, although there were
some of Constance's women friends who
still discussed the subject.
"There has been something mysterious
about the girl for the last t wo years !"
cried Mrs. Fanfare, the biggest scandal
monger of the time, "and 1 for one al
ways thought that young Frank Anstru
ther's sudden death had a great deal to
do with it. Constance was madly in love
with him, poor girl ! Well, she has, done
very well in one sense. This Fraser man
is rolling in money positively rolling,
my dear!"
In a vague, yet uncertain, way Sheila
felt that it was only through her step
mother's popularity and undoubted social
position that she was received and wel
comed as the friend of the county fami
lies around the neighborhood, and pos
sessed the entree of the iiest houses In
London when they stayed there for the
season ; and, bearing this in mind, It
was only natural she should be very care
ful to keep on good terms with one who
was so very indispensable to her. Deep
down in the girl's shallow pretense of a
heart there lurked a rankliug jealousy
for the delicate, aristocratic, still beau
tiful woman who had been her father's
wife. Sheila had never quite understood
Constance Fraser, and she was Just a lit
tle bit afraid of her; she knew how bit
ter the sweet, refined voice could ring
sometimes, and how contemptuously the
pale lips could curve when occasion mer
ited it. She felt vaguely that Mrs. Fra
ser knew her at her exact worth ; and
yet the young stepmother bad never, by
word or Bign, been anything Lut kind and
affectionately considerate ro the girl
whose guardian she was.
Sheila turned away from the mirror
with a frown, and throwing herself on her
lace-trimmed pillow, again took up her
letters. The frown vanished as she read
the warm and pressing invitations from
two or three of the best houses around to
luncheon, dinner, tea, and the like.
"Bah ! I am a fool !" she said to her
self, and she laughed shortly. "I was
only half awake just now, and what If
this girl is pretty, how does that affect
me? I am Miss Fraser, of Dinglewood,
and heiress to a good hundwd thousand
pounds. I don't think I need trouble
my head about a servant maid's face !"
She read through the rest of her letters,
and then rang her bell sharply. "Why
doesn't the girl come back? I must get
up, or Jack will be off before I have
half dressed!"
The bell rang sharply in he corridor
outside, but Audrey neither understood
nor heeded its purpose. She was very
frightened, and very full of pity at that
particular moment.
She had gone direct, as Miss Fraser
had commanded her, to Mrs. Fraser's
loom ; she knew it, because Bircham had
pointed it out to her the evening before;
she bad knocked gently, and on receiving
an aar. the had gone timidly In. The
rem ws Urge, airy and pretty ; It was
hurjg uriiuj i&inty chintz, and was, com
pared i SiceiJa's magnificent apartment,
simple tjjl description ; yet Audrey
felt, in a Hidden and indescribable way,
that she liked it much better ; It was so
fresh and dainty looking, and there was
plenty of room to move about, A fire
was burning brightly, and a large bowl
of daffodils and tulips made a spot of
color in the window. A woman, in a
white mob cap and large apron, was just
placing a tray by the bedside, and Au
drey, raising her eyes very nervously, saw
a delicate, lovely face lying on the pillow.
"Who is It, .Marshall?" Inquired Mrs.
Fraser in a low, but singularly sweet
voice.
"If you please, I I am come from
Miss Fraser."
Audrey stammered out the message as
easily as she could. She wus not exact
ly frightened, and yet her heart was flut
tering, for she felt rather than saw that
Mrs. Fraser's eyes were fixed upon her.
Marshall was replying in a brisk yet re
spectful way when her mistress stopped
her. She stretched out a fragile hand,
white as snow, toward the girl.
.VWho are you?" she asked In eager,
hurried tones. "Where do you come,
from? Couie nearer! Come close I I
want to see your face. I "
"If you please, ma'am, tb's is Miss
Fraser's new maid as Mrs. Thorngate
'as got for her," said Marshall.
Mrs. Fraser had pushed herself up In
bed ; her deep bluo eyes were shining ilka
stars, aud a rush of color hail come into
her white chseks. Involuntarily Audrey
had drawn nearer, and had put her small,
work-stained fingers Into thoe other del
icate one. Mrs. Fraser pusued tho girl
round with her face to the liirht, paused
for an Instant, and then gave one broken,
sobbing cry ;
"Merciful heavens! It ! it Is "
Sh strugfled with her orith, stretch
ed out her two hands as though to some
unseen yet precious proteuror, and then
gave an Inarticulate moan and droppod
back on her pillow lnsnsib:e. Audrey,
trembling in every limb, haateued to obey
Marshall, as she directed her to Bring
some eau-de-cologne and salts from the
large chints-hung dressing table j she did
not know why, but the slgnt of Mrs.
Fraser's death-like face pained her be
yond description. Marshall evidently
was not unusod to this sign of weakness
In her mistress.
"She'd one of her bad nights," Audrey
heard her mutter; "poor lamb! I know
It when I first saw her this morning. Poor
Miss Constance ! Poor, pretty Miss Con
Btanee !"
She whisked away a tear while she rub
bed soma of the scent across the pale
brow, and held tho salts to the delicate
nostrils,
"I've been with her erer since she were
a child," she said, huskily, to Audrey,
who stood with her hands tightly clasp
ed together; "and she'll never be nothing
to me but Miss Constance, poor dear !"
"Is is she always ill?" Why was It
that Audrey could not control her voice?
Marahall nodded her head, and just
then the bell pealed through the corridor
again, and Mrs. Fraser opened her thickly
fringed eyes with a start and looked
blankly around her. Marnaall motioned
Audrey away. Audrey reluctantly with
drew her gase from that sweet, suffering
face, and with the memory of those deep
blue eyes clinging to her, she returned
to her mistress' room.
"Another fainting fit?" observed Sheila,
Impatiently. "Dear me, How tiresome!
I suppose she won't be able to go to the
Glaston hunt ball to-night Maxse, you
seem to me inclined to dawdle. I can't
have lazy people about me. Bircham,
my white serge tea gown. I suppose the
breakfast gong has soundeilT"
, "Yes, miss, ten minutes ago; and I
met his lordship a-goin' down as I come
up. You'll just have tnae to run into
Mrs. Fraser's room and "
"I shall have nothing of the kind,"
retorted Sheila stamping her root Im
patiently, as Audrey's cold fingers moved
slowly in their task of b'lttoulng her
dainty shoe straps. "You must go in
and tell Mrs. Fraser I will see her after
breakfast. Bircham, this girl Is simply
a clumsy fool ! If you can't teach her to
manage better than this she must go!"
Audrey's eyes were blinded with hot
tears. Sho was doing her very best, but
Sheila had no pity for her awkwardness,
and could willingly have kicked her for
looking so beautiful.
CHAPTER V.
"What time do we start?" Sheila Fra
ser asked Lord John, as breakfast drew
to an end.
She was not alone with the young
man; an elderly lady, a poor relative
of her mother's, was present. Had
Sheila been left to her own inclinations,
tills quiet, grim, and undoubtedly middle-class
Mrs. Watson would never have
been given a place in her home; but
Constance Fraser had spoken so direct
and to the point on this subject that
her stepdaughter had given in, and offered
in as gracious a manner as she could tho
post of housekeeper to this impoverished
connection.
"Do you seriously think of going to
day'" he laughed, turning to the girl,
who looked very fresh and pretty In her
picturesquely draped white serge gown.
"Why not?" demanded Sheila.
"Bemeraber the ball." '
"Oh, the ball!" with an uVy laugh.
"My dear Lord John, I could follow the
hounds for a week at a tim, and then
dance through two balls."
"Sheila has excellent health," Mrs.
Watson remarked, monotonously.
Sheila roso abruptly. 'How slow their
friendship advanced. He was perfectly
aware that It was his mother's most earn
est desire to see Sheila Frasar his wife,
but he was equally well aware that he
had no such desire himself. He was in
no hurry to be married, and ha certainly
would never marry for money.
All this, however, he kept io himself,
and although he was so intimate with the
heiress of Dinglewood, he had never by
word or deed given either Sheila or any
one else reason to suppose that he held
any deper feeling for the girl than that
of an ordinary friend.
Later Sheila had some dinner in her
room, having ascertained that Mrs. Fra
ser would be well enough to accompany
her to the ball ; and when the time came
ghe arrayed herself in her magnificent
diamonds, and even gave "the charity
girl" a smile, as Audrey, overcome with
tho brilliant spectacle, put her hands
together, and exclaimed aloud with de
lighted admiration.-
"Let Maxse sit up for me, Bircham,"
she ordered, and then she swept away
and Joined . .Mrs. Fraser's tnj elegant
figure In the hall below.
"My mistress 'ought not to have gone
out to-night! It Is enough to kill her!"
exclaimed Marshall In Indignation. "If
I had my way, I'd have toid Miss Fra
ser pretty plain what I fWnk of hsr,
dragging a poor, sick, suffering creature
out a cold night like this, and all for her
selfishness! It's huartliws, loafs what
I call it!"
Bircham made no rply, although she
overheard this speech ; but Audrey fult
her heart beating with sympathy, too.
How fraglliMiud ill Mrs. Fraser looked!
Surely Miss Fraser could not have known
how weak sho was!
"Now, keep up tho fire, and you may
go to sleep, if you Ilka," Illrrham suld.
"See that Miss Sheila's slippers are
warm, and everything out that she wants.
They'll ring the bell when they como,
but I don't expect thoy'U b home till
quite morning."
Aurrcy glanced at the clock and slghod
v.erlly; she sat down timld'y on one of
the richly covered chairs, and dictated to
herself that she must not and should not
go to sleep. Needless to say, lefore half
an hour had gone, soothed by the warmth,
the luxurious cushions at her back, and
lulled by the silvery ticking of th clock,
ihe was fast asleep, drrauil.ig of Jean.
All at once she was 'awakened, a boll
went pealing through the client house.
the started from her cosy noik and rub
bed her eyes. Nearly half past twelve!
Theyswcre. homo early. She stood at at
tention, and went to open tho door for
Mibs Fraser. There seemed to bo some
llttlo confusion, and then Aadrey heard a
(rank, determined voice.
"I tell you I'm going to carry you up
stairs. I will not leave you till I see
you safe in your room."
There was Borne murmured piotcst, and
then Audrey perceived Jack Glendur
wood, coming along as easily as possi
ble, carrying Mrs. Fraser's slight form
iu his arms. He saw the gl,l in an In
stant "Which is tho room?" he asked, quick
to read and appreciate the sjmpathy in
her great blue eyes.
She led the way and oponod the door.
Marshall was dozing by tf Ore
"What Is It?" sho cried, starting up
hurriedly ; then, as she grasped the sit
uation, "Ah, Miss Constance, I knew
how It would be ; you weren't fit for it,
my lomb ! Bring her here, my lord. I'm
right thankful to you for carrying hnr
tip ; she's as weak as an Infant, that's
what she Is."
"Don't believe her, Jack," said Con
stance Fraser In her sweet, feeble voice.
She waa lying back in a great wide
chair, looking inexpressibly beautiful,
though as white as a ghost, in her long,
black velvet dress, with th rich Valen
ciennes lace about tho neck.
Jack Glendurwood foiod his arms and
looked down at her gravely.
"Promise to go to bed at once," he
said. "I shall not leave vntll I bear
you are at rest."
"At rest?" A faint, bitter smile flick
ered across tho pale lips, aad then Mrs.
Fraser stretched out her hand. "Good
nighl, my friend. Heaven blss you and
thank you for your loving tsre of me.
I I am not worth it, Jack, dear; I am
not worth it."
For answer he bent down and kissed
the white hand, and then Mrs. Fraser
taught sight of Audrey standing behind.
"It was no dream ! It was no myth !
Como to me, child ! Ah, do not be fright
ened; I will not harm you. I will only
kiss you, and gaze Into your face."
Jack Glendurwood had turned with a
start, and made way for Audrey to pass
him. She move slowly across to that
black-robed form and knelt down. She
was not frightened, only awed and
strangely stirred.
"Lift up your eyes. Ah !" as Audrey
obeyed her. "Child! Child! Who are
you? What are you, with your face that
comes up from the past?" Sho bent for
ward and touched the girl's brow with
her lips; she clung to the girl's hands
and a moan escaped "her. Suddenly she
released her hold, and her htad droppod
on her breast. ,
"Take her away, my lo.'d !" cried Mar
shall, bending over her mistress. "She
has got something on her mind I. She has
doni nothing but talk of this child's face
all day. It's only weakness, I fear. Poor
Mil- Constance!"
"Come," said Jack to Audrey, very
gentlj.
As one in a dream she rose to her feet
and followed him out of the room, and
then, when she was outside, she burst
into a flood of Irrepressible, renous tears,
leaning against the wall, ierjless of any
one or anything but the strange, wild tu
mul' and pain in her breast. Jack stood
by in silence, but as her sobs died away
he put his hand gently on her shoulder.
"Poor child ! Poor little child !" Then,
as she lifted her tear-stained, eloquent
loveliness to his face, he Jrew both her
hands in his. "Don't cry, child!" he
said, quickly, "I I hate to see you cry.
You seem very lonely; you are strange
here. Come; shall we strike a bargain?
You let me help you yesterday, you must
let me help you again. Shall we be
friends?"
"Friends, my lord?" she faltered. "You
and I! Oh, it cannot De! I am only
a servant, a charity girl, and ycu "
"Are henceforth the friend of that char
ity girl," was his answer, and with that
he bent and kissed her hands as he had
just kissed Constance Fraser's and, with
a tender smile and gentle "good-night"
went slowly down the stairs and out o'
the house.
(To be continued.)
Sure to Jump,
Gunner Always Jump out of bed on
time, eh? Have you a good alarm
clock?
Guyer Oh, I have something better
than that I have an automobile horn,
by my bed that toots by compressed
air at a certain hour and thJa I Jump
five feet ' ,v :
''Strenuous Job. ..
, ','IIas young Dudeleigh any occupa
tion?" asked the dear girl's mother.
"Indeed he has," replied the d. gt,
"He's raising a mustache."