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i I A Tale of tha Early Settlers ;!
i: ol Louisiana. !:
:: BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK
CHAPTER XV.-fContlnned.)
"Why, really, gintlemeu," suij feiraon,
fter be had picked the paped up, "one
would tbiok there was something surpris
ing In simple marriage. And you, air,"
he added, turning to the marquis, "I
hould not suppose that you would won
der at this, especially seeing that you
yourself gate me permission to seek
Louise for my wife."
"I did not!" groaned tha old man. "O,
I never gave It!"
"Yon told me distinctly that I might
ask Louise for ber hand, and that If aba
consented you should bid her follow her
own choice."
'But that was after yon had fiiirly
hunted me down with questions after I
had refused to listen to ydu on the sub
let. But my child never freely gave her
consent to this. She could not have done
o. O, Simon, you have forced her to
this! You have " But the poor man's
emotions were too powerful, and hit
speech failed him. A moment more be
gazed Into the villain's dark features, and
then he bowed bla bead and burst In e
tears. He sobbed as though bis .noble
heart would break.'
"Ha, ha, ha! you didn't want me for a
son-in-law, then,' the scoundrel ottered,
in a coarse tone; "for," he added, turning
a defiant look upon Goupart, "you meant,
no doubt, to have had a more beautiful
husband for her."
"You will be careful how you use your
tongue In my presence," spoke Goupart,
In a hushed tone, the very breathing of
which told that there waa a smothering
volcano near at hand.
"Ho ho, monsieur!" the fellow replied;
"you hoped to stick your fingers Into the
old man's gold pots, eh? I understand
the reason of your coming here very well.
But rest assured yen won't handle the
money through the daughter'a pooketa."
"Hush, Biuion Lobois! I am' moved
now more deeply than I can bear, bo be
careful that you move me no more. It la
enough that you have crushed this old
man's heart, and overturned his life cup."
"Ho ho! thou art wondrous sensitive,
Monsieur St. Denis. You have lost the
prise, eh? I suppose if you had married
the daughter, 'twould have been all right.
But you're-a little behind the coach this
time. However, if you remain here long
enough, you shall see the bride."
"Villain!" gasped the marquis, In a
frantic tone. "O, would you had killed
me ere you had done this thing!"
"But, monsieur, what do you mean? If
the girl chose to marry me, what can
you object?"
"She did not choose so to do. O, she
. never consented to wed with such aa you
of her own free will."
"Such as me I" hissed Lobois. "And so
- you would spurn me now, eh? You have"
found a new name in your dotage nave
you? Monsieur St. IKnis, I give you joy
of, the friend you have gained; but I
can't give you up the wife. Yon did it
well, but I'm afraid youill have to work
some other way for a living now, unless.
Indeed, monsieur le marquis may take
pity enough on you to give you a few
crowns just to find you in bread and salt
until you can get your eyes upon some
Other heiress!" .., -.'
This was spoken in a coarse, sneering
manner, and during Its deivery Lobois
had kept his eye fixed upon the youth
with a look of fiendish exultation.!
Goupart St. Denis could not have mov
ed more quickly. Not In all the language
of all the world could words have been
found more insulting. With one bound
he was by the dastard's side, and on the
next Instant he dealt hlin a blow -upon
the face that felled him to the Boor like
a leg. ' .
"O, St. Julien, I could not help it! For
give mar'
"Geupart, I do not blame you!"
For some momenta Lobois lay upon the
- floor like one dead, and the youth waa
beginning to fear that the blow might
bave been fatal,, when the villain moved,
and shortly afterwards he a roue to bia
feet He gaied a moment upon his ene-
- my with a deadly look, and then, aa be
noticed that the blood waa trickling down
his face upon the floor, be turned towarda
the door.
"Goupart St. Denis, thou ahalt answer
for this!"
And thus speaking, the villain left the
room.
CHAPTER XVI.
That evening Brion St. Julien and Gou
part conversed long and earnestly togeih-
1 er. For some time the youth had enter
tained the thongbt of proceeding at once
to New Orleans and seeking Louise, but
finally he resolved to wait awhile, at
least until he had one more interview
with Lobois.
"That Lobois was the cause of her be
ing abducted I have no longer any doubt,"
said the marquis, after some remarks
bad been made upon the subject
"How can there be doubt?" returned
Goupart. "His story of the rescue of
the poor girl la too Improbable for belief,
on less he bad some understanding with
the Indians."
"But do you not think that he found
her as he says?" Inquired the marquia.
earnestly.
"Of course I do. He found her as he
aays; but, of course, the Indians under
stood tbat he waa to meet them there.
lie took her there, and he must bave
nsed some terrible power to make her
marry him."
St. Denia went to his chamber, and
went to his bed; but he could not sleep,
He lay with his hands clasped over his
brow, and ever and anon deep, painful
groans would break from his lips. Ills
grief waa deeper than he could tell, even
In hla wildest prayers, and his hopea were
all gone. The thing bad come upon him
with a doubly crushing force, for It had
found his soul already bowed down be
neath the weight of fear. He could have
known that Louise had died, for then he
might have wept awhile, and then calm
ly knelt down and prayed. But now even
that sad and melancholy boon was de
nied him. Like the frantic mother who
stands and sees the eagle perched upon
the cliff with her shrieking infant, stood
the youth with respect to his beloved
But, at length, when the first hours af
ter midnight had come, Goupart sank into
dull, dreamy slumber, and his pains
were for awhile only the phantoms of
Bleep.
While Gonpart thus lay pondering nnon
his terrible misfortune, Simon Lobois
was not alone. He was in tbt chamber
ke nsuslly occupied, and with him was
a black slave named IVtcr. lie was
middle-aged man Simon's special ser
vant and the only one in the whole
household who had any sympathy for
the dark nephew. Lobois had purchas
ed him la New Orleans, and though he
bad done so only as the marquia agent.
tet Peter looked apoa the former aa his
master. And, moreover, Simon had pa d 1
him various suas of money to serve him.
"Now, Peter," said 8imon, after some :
other conversation bad passed, "have you
watched the affair between Go;ipart and
the marquia, aa I bade you?" f
"Yea, mas'r; me watch 'urn well, an
me hear all. Me foun' de hole you toie
me of in de floor obcr de ole mas'r s li- .
brary, an' me hab watch 'uin ebery time
I's got a chance."
"And what have you found?"
Peter went on and told a long story
he had heard about letting Simon go,
and about Goupart taking his place.
"And," uttered the negro, with a sparks
linr eve aa ha cava a sort of flourishing
emphasis to the coajunction, "me a heard
one Oder ting, berry sartm ; vne uiu
dey feared young mas'r an' missus' d neb
ber cum back, an' ole mas'r's gwine to
gib Goupart all hia whole fortiu'. He'll
hab heaps o' money, eh?"
"Did he say the whole, I'eterT"
"He did sartin. mas'r. An' he's plan
ned to gib 'im haff of it now. O, I tell
ye. mas'r Goupart got.mitey big hJJ
onto ole mas'r's pocket, an' on.o ole
mas'r'a lub, too. . Deys togedder all ae
time. Yah guess ole mas'r don't a'pect
he'll want you no mors."
It was late in the morning when Simon
Lobois made bis appearance. He bad
bis breakfast served iu bis own room,
and for some time he had been engaged
in bathing bla face. He walked on to the
sitting room, and he found the marquis
and Goupart there.
"Monsieur St Denis," he said, in a low,
icy tone, "I would apeak with you."
In an instaut the young man turned
and followed lm. Lobois led the way
to the garden, and there be stopped and
turned.
"Monsieur St Denis," he spoke, while
his eyes flashed and bia thin lip trembled,
"last night yon did what no living man
has ever done before. You struck me in
the face. Ere I leave this place, the
stricken man mast be past remembrance
of hia shame, or the striker must be not
among the living! You understand!"
Now, Goupart was not in a frame of
mind to endure much, or to argue much
on moral points. His heart waa aching
from a horrid wonnd, and his aoul was
tortared by a fearful power; and before
him waa the serpent who had done it all,
who had torn loved children from a dot
ing parent sundered the brother and sis
ter, and made unhappy the life of a de
fenseless girl. The young man's eyes
did not Bash like his enemy's, but they
burned with a deep, calm fire, such as
otter disgust and abomination add to
fierce hate.
I think I understand," waa St Denis'
reply.
"I taught you your Bast lesson In tho
sword exercise, and yon were a proficient
when I last aaw you handle the blade.
Will you now choose that weapon?"
"Yea."
"Then get it and Join me at once."
Gonupart turned away and went to his
room. lie too it aown nis swora, ana
buckled the belt about him. Then he
drew the blade, and for a moment he
gazed upon It It had once been an un
cle's weapon the well-tried companion
of Gen. St. Denis, a bold and true knight.
It was of Spanish make, and never yet
had it failed in the hour of need. There
was another aword in the room a lighter
one a Damascus blade, and of exquisite
finish, and one, too, with which the youth
had always played.. But it had been bfs
father's sword, and he would not ose it
now. After ne naa return ea me maue
to its scabbard, he atopped a moment to
reflect Then he moved to the table.
where an Ink horn stood, and tearing a
leaf from bla pocketbook, be hurriedly
wrote aa follows:
"Monsieur le Marquis You are my
friend, and you know the few friends I
have on earth. If, I fall to-day, you will
know why, and I know, you will not
blame me. You will see Louise. Tell
her we shall meet "
The youth stopped and started op, and
his hand trembled.
"If I fall thus, shall we meet there?"
he murmured to himself, "O, heaven
will pardon the deed. It knows the deep
provocation the burning shame that
blights this home!"
Then he stooped once more and wrote;
"in that world where love knows no
night ST. DENIS.
This the youtb folded and directed to
Brion St. Julien, and wiping a aingle
tear from bis cheek, he hurried down to
the hall, and from thence to the garden,
where he found Simon waiting for him.
"Now follow me," said Lobois; and
thus speaking, be led the way around the
house towards the barn, and thence out
through the postern to the foot of the
hill beyond, where grew a thick clump of
hickory trees,
"Now, Goupart St Denis, are you
ready?" asked Simon, at the same time
drawing his sword. -
"In one moment," returned the youth,
also drawing his own weapon, but lower
ing its point upon the ground. '
He was atopped short In his speech, for
at that moment thaymarquis came rush
ing out from the court and soon reached
the spot where they stood.
"Simon," he gaaped, white with fear,
"what means this? Put up your sword."
"Brion St Julien," quickly retorted the
mad nephew, "stand back! You saw
what passed last night did you not?"
"But that was the result of hot pas
sion. You taunted him most bitterly, Si
mon; yon Insulted him moat shamefully,
and he knew not what he did. O, let this
thing atopl"
"Stop? Yon might aa well try to stop
yonder mighty river from flowing to its
mouthl You say 1 gave film provocation.
Did he not give me provocation?"
"Yes yes. It was all folly all eager,
hot mad haate. O, give over this thing!
Simon, I command yool"
"Brion St Julien, look upon this mark
on my face! Were the man who did that
my own brother, he abould stand beforo
my sword. So now stand back. There
shsll be a death to wipe this out If I
tall, 'twill die with me; If he falle. the
atonement is complete."
"Good Sir Brion," spoke Goupart, at
this point "let the conflict go on. Life
to me now la not worth the price I would
pay for It by refusal. Let It go on.'
"But my child my eon, if you are
gone
"YouTl have me left," Interrupted Si
mon "me, who of right belongs here.
Now are you ready. Monsieur St Denia?"
The youth turned an Imploring look up
on the marquis, and aa the old man fell
back, he replied:
"Now I must ask the question I was
about to ask ere our friend came to in
terrupt us. Simon Lobois, yon may fall
in this encounter, and before I croaa your
aword, I would pray you to tell, if you
know, where Louis St J alien is."
"How r. biased Elmos. "Would ye
beep more insult upon me?"
"I ask bat a simple question."
"Ay and that question means a foul
suspicion. I know nothing of mm."
"Then eome oar
And on the next Instant the aword
were crossed.
Simon Lobois had been accounted one
of the best sword players in Ma me, and
he eame to the conflict aa though he were
sure of victory; but at the third pass he
was omteceired. He tnrned pale in a mo
ment (or he now knew that he bad met
with a superior, even hi fencing skill.
He was a coward at heart, and he fairly
trembled, Gonpart aaw It is an instant,
and for the moment he was astonished.
But then he remembered how Simon used
to tremble at the whix of a pistol ball,
and he wondered no more. Almost did
he pity the poor wretch. Straight pow
erful and tall he stood, with bU broad
chest expanded, while before him fairly
cowered the diminutive form of the vil
lain. . .
"Ah, Simon, I've taught the swora arc
since you left me In France! Take care!
Poor wretch, I gave you credit for more
kill, and for more courage."
In all probability, the villain believed
that Goupart meant to kill him If he
could. Tbat belief begot feeling of de
spair, and that lost taunt fired him. Like
the cornered rat, he sot to now with all
the energy of a dying man, and for a
few moments St. Denia had to look
sharp; but It was only for a few mo
ments. Simon made a point-blank thrust
from a left guard, and with a quick
movement to the right, Goupart brought
a downward stroke with all bis available
force, only meaning to break his antag
onist's sword, or strike it from bis grasp,
and- thus end the conflict without blood
shed. "But Simon had thrust his aim
further forward than Goupart had caku
i.,i ami tho lilnw fell noon the sword
hand! the guar4 receiving part of the
force, thus causing a slanting siroae.
With a quick cry of pain, Simon dropped
his weapon and started back.
'Don't strike me now! be criea. ,
Fear not." replied Goupart. "1 never
strike a defenseless man. But are you
satisfied?"
Yes yes! But that was a cowardly
stroke."
"Vn nn. T.nhola. I meant not to atrlke
you then; I only meaut to knock"" your
word down. But you know you bave
been at my mercy thrice."
It waa your own fault that you aid not
nto i!vnntnc-e of it. I should have kill
ed you had I been able, and I think yoo
would bave done tne same.
No!" cried the marquis; you know
better than that, Simon."
But the wounded man made no further
reply. His hand pained him now, and ha
held it out towards the marquis with a
beseeching look. The old man examined
It, and found that a bad gash was cut
frnm tha rnnta nf the thumb to the wrist.
on tho back of the band, but none of tbe
bones were harmed. Had not the guard
of the sword received the weight of the
blow, the hand would have been severed
whnllv off. for the stout iron guard was
found cut nearly in twainl
And thus ended tbe duel. Uoupart was
surprised at the easy victory he had won,
while Simon was surprised at tbe incredi
ble skill his antagonist had displayed.
And the marquis was tnanaTui aeep:y
thankful for the result, so far a mere
life and death were concerned.
(To be continued.l
UNSPOKEN SYMPATHY.
Little Children Who Were Carefnl Not
to Hurt an Uncle Feellnsr.
He was a big, burly, good-natured
conductor on a country railroad, and
he bad watched them with much Inter
est as they got on tbe train. There
were two handsome, round-faced, rosy-
cheeked boys, and three sunny-balred
pretty little girls of various sizes and
ages. A grave, kind-looking gentleman,
evidently their guardian', got in with
them; and the conductor's attention
was soon caught by the fact that the
apparently eager conversation was car
ried on by means of a deaf-and-dumb
alphabet, the gentleman joining In so
pleasantly tbat the conductor beamed
on him with approval. Naturally kind-
hearted himself, It pleased him to see
this trait in others. But his honest
eyes were misty as he thought of his
own noisy crowd of youngsters at
home, and contrasted them with this
prim little company who smiled and
gesticulated, but made no sound.
It was plain they were off on a holi
day Jaunt, for they all had satchels,
and wore a festive, "go-away" air; and
the conductor, whose fancy played
about them continually, settled It In his
mind that they belonged to some asy
lum, and were going with their teacher
for a vacation trtp. He couldn't help
watching them, and nodding to them
as he passed through the car; they re
turned his greeting In kind, being cheer-
ful little souls, and he began to look
forward with regret to the time of part
ing.
At length, at one of the rural sta
tions, the gentleman kissed the young
ones hurriedly all round, and got off
the train. They leaned out of the win
dows and waved enthusiastic farewells
as the car moved on; then the biggest
little girl" took a brown-paper bag
from her satchel, and distributed crack
ers In even shares. The conductor. In
passing, smiled and nodded as usual,
as the little girl held out the paper bag
to him.
"Do have some," she said.
He started back in sheer amazement
"What!" he exclaimed; "you can talk.
then all of you?"
"Of course!" they cried in chorus.
The conductor sank Into the seat
across the aisle. "I thought you were
deaf and dumb!" he gasped.
'Oh, how futiny!" cried one of the
rosy-cheeked boys. "Why, that was
Uncle Jack, poor fellow. He was born
that way. We wouldn't talk while he
was with us; It might hurt his feel
ings, you know. Hello! here's our sta
tion. Come on, girls!" and the Are
trooped noisily out, and waved their
handkerchiefs from the platform as the
train moved on. St Nicholas.
Willie's Perplexity. .
When Willie came home last night he
was more convinced of the uselesenesa
of schools than be ever waa before,
says the Buffalo Express. Asked the
nature of his latest trouble, be ex
plained tbat "poatpone" had been one
of tbe worda In the spelling lesson of
the day. The teached had directed the
pupils to write a sentence in which the
special word should appear.
Along with others, Willie announced
tbat he did not know the meaning of
the word, and so could not nse It In a
sentence. The teacher explained that It
meant "delay" or "put off," and, en
couraged the youngsters to try. Wil
lie's thoughts were oa pleasanter
things than school, and bis made-to-or-der
sentence was:
"Boy postpone their clothes whei
they go In swimming."
Not Alike.
Tbe Professor Don't use that phrase,
my dear. It Is grossly unscientific.
His Wife What phrase "As much
alike as two peas?"
Tbe Professor Yes. Examined un
der the microscope, two peaa will pre
sent startling differences. Puck.
Surmounted difficulties not oaly
teach, but hearten ns tn our future
tn4flee.-Sbarp.
UNDAY lu Mexico Is the day of enjoyment If not of rest All tu
)g) stores are open until 1 p. m and trade Is even greater than on week
days, for It is the great shopping day of the lower classes.
The streets are filled itn people, rich, and poor, old and young, well
dresRfrd and in rnirs. He e Is a ranebero magnificent In his gold embroid-
ered hat and tight-fitting "Cbarro" suit
ai.ta of ft cotton
or sandals, with a red "serape" or blanket thrown over his shoulders.
Here the lady of fashion In silks and satins elbows her less fortunate
sister In cotton waist and skirt-barefooted, but always with the inevitable
"rebozo" or scarf over her head.
All morning bands have been playing through the streets advertising
La gran Corrida de Toros.'.or bull fight, which will take place in the
pio fl Tnma" nt S:.tn n. m. The three ltevertes. greatest of bull-
fighters, are named as tho "matadores." Are they not well worth seeing!
Ask any citizen of the Republic of Mexico. '
We purchase tickets at 5 a head and pass In. Tbe bull ring is ar-
. ... . it ii.. AAntn tha PI n Or
ranged as were the amphitheaters or omen times; , in me -
then a barrier, inside of which and running around the ring la a passage
about 3 feet 6 Inches wide, with little gates at Intervals, so that In case
the bull Jumps the barrier ho may again rench the ring; then another fence,
and tier upon tier of seats, aud finally, at the top. the boxes boldlng ten
persons, with the"Judges' box In the center. ru
The bugle blows, and the gate of the bull pen Is thrown open. The
bull appears In the middle of the ring, his back ornamented and his rage
Increased by a dart which has been placed in his shoulders as he passed the
gate. Swiftly he makes a tourt)f the ring, drlvthg all except the "picadores
over the fence. Soon one seemingly more venturesome than the rest runs
forward and flaunts bis red 'capa" in the bull's face, and Is Immediately
chased over the barriers. Most of this is done for effect
The "matador" then takes a hand in the game and stands In front
of the bull, allowing him to charge the "capa," and nimbly stepping out of
the way when he does so. '
The "plcndores" spur their ponies forward, and apparently for the first
time the bull notices them. He charges fiercely; the "picador" is unable
to repel the attack with his long pike, and In an instant the "picador" and
horse are down, the former underneath, and the horse dying from a wound
In the heart from which the blood spurts, or rather gushes. Another "pica-,
dor" rides forward and Is upset His borse picks himself up, and runs
madly across tlf6 ring Into the fence on the other side and drops. He
is soon removed. Another "picador" has his horse badly gashed on the
shoulder, and then the "picadores" leave the ring. The bull has charged
them three times, and their duty Is performed.
Then come the "bandcrllleros," armed with sticks two feet long, in the
end of which Is a barb-pointed like a fish hook. The first stands facing
the bull and waves his arms and stamps his foot dramatically to bid
defiance. The bull looks surprised. The banderillo runs forward, and aa
the bull charges this new enemy places his "banderillas" In the bull's
shoulders at the base of the neck, one on each side of the spinal column,
andf skipping nimbly out of the way, runs for tbe barrier with the pain
maddened Bull after hlin.
The second "banderillo" Introduces a novelty. He places a-pocket-handkerchief
on the ground, stands upon It, and as the bull charges, places
his "banderillas" and sways his body out of the road Just In time to
escape tbe horns. Three pairs of "banderillas" must be placed, and then
the bugle sounds once more.
The "matador" takes the "espada" (sword) and the 'muleta." or scarlet
cloth, and after asking and receiving the permission of the Judge to kllL
advances to the bull.
The first "matador" Is Iteverte Espanol. He waves the scarlet "muleta,
before tbe bull, who blindly charges to find nothing but as he turns, there
again Is tbe tantalizing piece of red before him. After several charges of
this kind, he stops, puzfled and somewhnt tired, and watches the "muleta"
closely. Now Is Keverte's time. He turns sideways, the sword poised on
a level with tbe shoulder, glances along It to make sure of his aim and
running at the bull, who also charges, he sends it home through the bull's
heart
The bull sinks to his knees, and a small dagger is plunged Into the spinal
column behind the horns'. The King is dead.
The band plays the "Victorious Torero," the people shout, and the body
of the bull Is hauled away to be put up and sold to tbe poor people. Then
the victorious "torero" makes a circuit of the ring and receives the plaudits
of tbe people. Hats are thrown down Into the ring, and happy Is be whose
lyit la thrown back by the hand of the matador. Money and cigars also
fall thickly, all picked up by the attendant members of the "cuadrilla."
FROM A "PfOBLEM" NOVEL.
Ecene In the Conservatory-Torn Be-
twist Love-and Duty.
A step was heard up.n Ihe onyx floor
of the palace.
"Sli-h! me hoosban' eea cmyerg!
whispered lovely Lady Sorreutin a de
Lake View, struggling weakly In th
fiery ai ms of Lrd Clalrinount de Mo:i
terville. "I love you! I love you!" burningly
hissed Clali mount, the heir to akd ile
millluus, according to the Flttsbui g Dls
pu.ch. i
His curly-hair waved about his fair
head like a shimmering halo wrought
of silken stai beams.
The woman stood, trembling, beauti
fully, like a f lightened doe at Ibe edge
of tbe forest
"Ting-tank, ting-tank, ting-tank!" re
moiselissly purled the little clock In
the conservatory tbe timepiece of the
fljwerels.
"Ah, Cleermlnt, Cleermlnt!" came the
rich French whisper, "you know not
what you da I In dang'.re ami'
She thought of her drunken busband.
who at this moment might be leaving
the ballroom if. Indeed, be were not
daLClng a minuet with that coarse En
glish girl, whom she hated. Every del
.Ica.e fiber In tbe woman's body revolt
ed at the thought of ber busband pay
ing attentions to tbat violet-eyed minx,
while (be would she flee with this
beautiful biy to bis villa overlooking
the Adriatic? A thousand temptations,
a thousand wrongs, the endless and un
happy vistas of ber past shot through
ber mind in tbe twinkling of a start
She had preserved her beauty through
It all. What a Dreservatlonl Her
w. manhood triumphed.
Reiease me, my fren'," she said, with
calm grandeur, rising to a full height
"I vlil your leetel seester be forever!"
A st 'p waa heard upon the oynx floor
of the palace.
I "It eea me hojaban', tbe weman
murmured, frigid with tew.
I Ixird Clalrmount released her hastily,
His face, which the woman saw, was
as wh'te as niooi;birs are.
I "I fear no mortal man!" he hissed.
bukliy, rememb. ring bla military tralu-
I Irg even In that dire extremity.
The a ep was htard orce more.
I "Ah, be rill lash me, vlt bees glover
the woman exclaimed In a paixxjsm of
terror.
i . . . . . .... k. -iiin-
safely. "Mind you." ke exclaimed, feel-
lnir in his Docket for a aword. 'I flee
from no man. but absent mjsdf thus
C oily lest the mapaiinee of clever-
nets' should hear of this!"
walking slde,by side w th the poor
shirt, blue leans and "gparacbes,
With these tremendous words he
sprung through tbe window, taking the
cusemmt with blm.
The woman stoid alone.
A step was heard upon the onyx floor
of the pal.'.ce.
TRY ROPE SKIPPING.
Novel Kemcdy for Many of the Ills that
Annoy Women,
Times have changed since then, and
even the skipp.ng rope has under
gone progress. The rope has been pro
moted, until now It is brought out
at all seasons of the year, and Is used
by old and young alike. Its mission
now is tbe restoration of the skin, the
making of a pair of dimples, the
strengthening of the heart and tbe re
newal of youthful charm. '
From this list It will be seen that
the skipping rope is relied upon as a
modern miracle worker. And the
woman who tries it will agree that cllned Farmer Bntoer, in reply to the
It Is such to the last Inch. N" inquiry of the strauger. "Just keep on
To manipulate the skipping ropn ,ong aawn the load till y u come to a
properly a rope should be obtained of wulte house on the right hand side,
the kind which Is fitted with handles. W(tn p-een blinds, where there's a com
Thus one can have a support for the naandlng-s led woman instle, th in d
fingers to keep the rope from cutting
Into tbe band. Then, too, the bandies
enable one to shorten the rope and
to make highest skips at wilL
The second requisite is that the air
In which the skipping Is performed , nterai hell, picking fiaws In the en-shall-
be fresh. tire neighborhood, watching to see ev-
Women go out Into the air more than rybody that passes by, wondering to
they once did. and when it comes gTiCloua where they ai going and what
to exerclalng they exercise directly tor and giving liirge, angular 1 1 c s
in the open. Who does net remember 0f ner mind to a small, frighien d-
the first gymnasiums, atuffy things, looting husband, who apiears to be ou
under ground usually. Fully heated. tne point, most of the time, of trying
almost nnventllated, breathing of tbe to crawl Inside of himself, as a knngi-
heavtneaa of stone, they have opened roo Is said to bide In Its own watch
to the pupil, who was exjected to pocket In time of dai ger. Yes. that's
come in ana get neaun ana sirengtn oy
exercising In the dark place.
The gymnasiums now are luxuri
ously fitted out But, if bereft of lux
ury, they are at least well aired. In
one house, where there is a room call-
ed by courtesy tbe gymnasium, the
sole spparatns consists of dumb bells, casionally manifests is not surprising.
a bow and arrow, a tin horn, a skip- "Editor of " wrote an Inquiring
ping rope, a wand and a pair of flat cltlten one day. "will you please tell
Irons. me haw many kinds of typewriters
But there are many Uttle low win- there are?"
dowa, for tbe gymnasium' la an attic' This was handed to the answers to
floor, and one side of the room baa correspondents man, and In the next
a wide, low mirror. In this place tbe Issue of the paper he replied to it as
women of tbe family sro beautv bunt- follows:
Ing every day, says the Indianapolis
News. And tbe first move on enter-1
ing tbe gymnasium Is to open ail the
windows. I
Erer notice wbst a scramble there
U among merctaut for a good clerk?
WHEN HE PROPOSED.
Word "Cataclysm" Nearly Wrecked
lite Impassioned Avowal.
As Mr. Blinks paced to and fio with
in tbe limits of bis 8x10 chamber, It
would have b.'en evident to the most
casual observer that the nil.d f the
young man was greatly perturbed
Upon his broad forehead the flugi r of
anxiety tad traced a wrinkle a::d bi
abundant hair 'was disheveled where
his hands had grappled It lu the stress
of the problem be faced. As be paced
tbe floor be occaslonnliy muttered, to
himself, but the muttering seemed de
void of meaning. At last he .chanced
to observe his own refl ctlon In the
mirror on tbe dresser and, pausing In
front of It, be addressed bis Imaged
self:
"You are a nice party, you are! A
nice npol gy fr uolhing In p.irtlcuiar!
You are six feet high and built accord
ingly, and you are nfiaid of a bit cf
femininity that stands five feet nothing
In its French boots! 'Yis. you are; It
is useless for you to deny. I know you.
you great, overgrown coward; you p.se
as being somebody, but you are a mere
bluff. You swell around and try to keep
preteMe untu you meet five feat
nothing, and then-
Mr. Blinks abruptly ceas d talking
and moodily walked from the nilrrcr,
Again be ran bis band through his hair
and after that violently bit his mus
tache for a time. - Then he again spoke:
"I'll do It If I die for It, I wilL
will go over tbla very evening and have
onee ud (oj. a No
body shall longer bave an opportunity
afiald of a lawn dr. si
I
and its contents. I will summon my
courage to the sticking point. Here
goes!"
A half-hour later Mr. Blinks, still
chewjng bis mustache, was sitting In a
small and cozlly appointed pa i lor
awaiting the arrival of Ave fe.-t nothing
on the scene. Tbe little lndy took her
time and the young man In his nervous
tension suffered accordingly. Seconds
seemed minutes and minutes seemed
hours while still be waited. At last the
rustle of a dress was beard and she
whom he awaited appeared.
Mr. Blinks said to h mself that be
dared not wait lest he should fall by
the wayside. So he drew a !o::g breath,
summoned courage from the deep and
bidden recesses of his nature and, al
most before the young lady fairly was
seated, took the decisive plunge.
"Mary," said the young man, as he
nerved himself to the effort, "you must
ere now have observed the condl lou
of my feelings. You must long agj
have felt bow I have sit-n that is, yon
must long ago hare sm bow I have
felt. You must know the emotions
with which I look upon you. When
am with you I feel as If my entire na
ture bad undergone a complete cla'a-
cysoi that Is, a complete kltyclasm
or, I should say, catechism. Mary, what
I wish to s i y Is thr.t in o..r i res i ce I
feel that my nature has und rgone a
complete klttechns kizzv-yciatlem a
complete clnszykit Mai'y, a complete
llzzyclat a cleempote cllinmypas "
"Mr. Blinks!' a low, sweet voice lu
tenup'.ed him.
"Yes, Mary."
"Don't you think you might g t along
better If you would skip the n;o:d cata
clysm and go rhrht on?" - '
So he skipped ths word, snys the
New York Times, and everything went
along too beautifully to he told.
Greatness of auAsrlcultural Education
"You remember when Duncau's son
wrote home from college that ho was
fencing, Duncan thought he was build
ing fences?"
"Yes."
"Well, now he writes home that he
Is vaulting, and Duncan thinks be Is
buildings vaults."
Tho Place.
"You can't very well miss it," said
Beck-whiskered aud p.s.-luilstkaily In-
considerably like a rlotboa-borse, trim
ming a bat or sewing a rag mat or
something of that sort ai d at the ranie
time putting up preserve, rocking tbe
mAm believing In predestluailou a:.d
, where my second cousin, Canute J.
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Boon Counted.
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dally paper, and the Impatience he oc-
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