WHAT LER.OY FOUND By AMY DARLING « . . ..,M. ' . ' I I . I'•ili' it.ii _wiiu* tuli break no tune o'night." Tho I,IAN TFTA i•iicrl> a i. . <*. l gently under his I i i : t ia otherwise," plead .l I•• "Mv K' my pai>ers every - . D) . i : it other clothoe." tli«' new elevator i . I i lue tor lose no Job y r ml doltiu' fired In 11 i in '1 "«t the light .1 went back to • < ;i! ion room. Nat -< had lieen Ida I eat, and ho turned «HUJT »<»«ard tin* <'oor. i i rtmctit hotel on the ne\t hloft where Margaret lived. The l'here might be ii unoccupied apart It w !. only liope unless ho i <lnu ii town, and ho t" "lilt of exhaustion. i i! -d up In surprise as ho t I ih . but surprise pave ' r ri ' Nat drolly Imitated -You <-:» n't bl.-une *eni," tho clerk con ■ i • ! I'lm ;.' W * a chap tho other . • \ In tho Itelfort npnrt e« IT. U (rave htm a flvor !' . • • figured that ho . • inad»* a . Inn profit of a'>out *• " lia abwl inn •• asked Xat. "llap pn to fcirr i rar 11 iptitaMl whom I «v .1.1 put up overt '.flit 7" * \V. Cot a " tins list of flfty ••lclit MUM ■*«." ileclared the clerk. "We Ml have an ■pa Ifwit vacant until i Octi»ber i've,i at that.** "No rh—r *r pleaded Xnt. I' ■ ,v ho..' 1 head and Leroy Hi- .-d iy .1; ' he about to i i.i tli r ho heard his .• . ! M ml 'uroed buck. 1 t.; y.n wh I • light do," whis lh«* clerk Mis® Ashton Is ont H Till I N <i I iT.NrEIt WAS HIS PHOTO aura. t Sh* exi*s*ts to IM* away a • r I can put you In there t you i-r >iuhM* not to let on." I . uhw anything for a night's rest," ntsl Nat, mindful of a . .(ii i in the eo7.y corner of M i's ilec A Mil changed hands • -«-;itly lie was following a hail i. -o sworn to *:«sTecy, up the It ■ «*d a rather mean trick to play on \1 irtrar»*t; to Invade her apart Be* its without jiertnlssion, but he proi ; :sed himself to pry Into none of li.-r swtvts and ••onfronbsl hliu%lf w tie* reflection that she would |.t .Natilj |»avc -aid yep, lint Margaret m»s |Mf. Alm<»st fr>>ni <-I■il <i 1 ■ »>d she b 1 ««*lf supi«>rt nr. and -lie had r»*fus»*<l to rejrard men as . i«u*s natural protectors and sup p , Twin* sin* <• li«- had known L* r ni«*a had a-k.-.l her band, and she h 1 not only said no, but they had t» . quietly dropped from her friend ship. I. *■ . mlutsl : 11.- friendship too h -hly to risk It 'in a proposal, and he fail w.«r*hlpe«! 112 not from afar, at i«ait le* had «•< < < *dh - v rshlp and L I l«n ret* nded «i'ii the privilege «»f Mnx her ' bosn friend. lUtpklly in* di himself of ills ou f t-r ■ Withhi- it • hen In* came to hte collar he could Hud no place to pit It e*< ••■tt tt - • i" writiiiK desk by i !««■ wind •• t reminded him of *••<■!« n«>l>- tl< li«* must male if he VIMM h«*p the i fresh In mind for the UhjCToW. Ho tur? **d <1 n the unlocked flap and reach' - i 1 ' aue pajwr. There was jMijo-r in pi ty n the neat plpeon buiii, and h<- ' lioitjrht of what Ills aiwt«*r u-«~l t • if "Show me a wo n.a d> ■ I'll tell on what and m-boui sIk 1 fcn<* .** 1! ■' * ry like Margaret, with Its order! array of notes and trl"*< « ■ 1 ■ |■' p!if'*o<.|i"!e-. and tl»* sj~<'!• - Id- er but jienclls were Tti i.i,. t,.. „ rcji' l the piire<,.tholes wlt!i.«it i.-viiit uid at last •««» found tl.it t' •• tic II- of ti c low i »■ tlon ■ I ! SUl*|h» .si, but f'rf-tne.l a -r« < . s.*cret panel. IJ. re, t 'II, S wli re tho [tencllH tu f'. ll> threw up the i i 1 it nil Hi'MiKhts ~112 t'w •• .11 It was not a pi f■. J n I .sic id it seetlH'd i.. u- ■ sj>rt of liHim*. and, to his won ; \ in th t IK* was lis 'II, i t • enter was his photo h■■ 1 i •. 1 't l ineuii er that had • ' d for oil", yet here It •t::r<-d at lii fi -in the midst of an odd b ...ri «i l ' '1 !icro r n the tiny now«r i»* n i worn in Inn coat when they h id had their lit -t dinner. Il>* had lief? it a rose, and she had taiitrhliifrh nested u|h.ll an exebange lie "SMild have I« rn that he had se<*n her throw It a way, yet here It was IK*- -H«- th** "lon which he had ■hrt<-h«*d th'* oid couple at tiie table »<T»*ss the aisle. iff t». r*-< /.'-d littl** souve nir- «»f their Jaunts flien with rever ent han 1 r< - n th" panel agfl!tl It «■: as If solile skilled BUr had ii bare Miicaret's Inmost heart lie felt almost K'liliy <»f sacri lan ine pencil wan forgotten now. He wrapped himself in the slumber robe from the couch and sat at the opeu window, which commanded a view of the river, and he watched the light:* across the water glinting on the quiet stream, lie did not feel like sleeping, lie lmd come In utterly exhausted, but tills revelation had completely changed his mood lie was conscious neither of fatigue nor sleepiness. Ho knew only that Margaret loved him, cherished the llttlu trinkets In? hail given her ami held his memory dear in secret. He recalled now something she had said once about g'.rls who In hi their snares for the men who caught their fancy. Clearly she would give 110 sign of pref erence, and she had buried her secret in her desk to wait until ha found out If ho ever did. He shuddered as he thought of what might have been. There was the sound of the opening and shutting of a door, hut ho gave no heed. 110 had told the boy to bring Ice water, "Not, what are you doing here?" 110 sprang to his feet and then sat down again as lie suddenly remember ed that he was draped largely in a (Vilored'shunlter robe. "I suppose you think I am playing Indian," be remarked over the back of the chair, "but I am here through the charity of our friend downstairs." Quickly he sketched his dilemma, and she had to laugh In spite of herself. "Aunt Ruth aud I canio home sooner than wo expected," she Bald. "The clerk was asleep, but wo had our keys and did not awaken hip?. I guoss tho boy did not know you were coming here." "I haven't been stealing anything," he defended. "Been prying Into my secrsts?" she laughed. ".Tust one," he said slowly. "X was looking for a pencil, and I *4*' that middle panel. I didn't meao to pry, dear but— 1 never should haTe dream ed, and—Tm glad I did." She oanie toward the chair. "I don't know that I'm sorry," sho sold simply. "I never should have let you see, but I'm glad you know." "I never thought," he smiled, "that the gate of heaven lay through a parti tion in a writing desk." "Heaven," she said as her lips brush ed his forehead, "lies in many places. I find mine in a Morris chair wrapped In a slumber rolte." "I must have been slumbering a long time," he laughed. "That menu card Is dated three years ago." "I cannot realize even now," sho whispered, "that this is not all a drea m." "From which may we never awak on."he whispered as he drew her face down to his again. "You may remain here," Margaret said after a few minutes. "I ehall go to Aunt Ruth's room, and as a recom pense to her for lotting me share her apartment I'll- I'll tell her about it. Rlie loves a romance." The Retort II umoronn. "You don't seem to understand," blustered the man who was trying to make his point with a university pro fessor. "I toll you, sir, I ought to know. I'm an alumni of tills institu tion myself." "Are you? That's noth ing singular," was the witty rejoinder, uttered so quietly that the blustering man never knew what had happened. On another occasion the same pro fessor, having ordered from a music publishing house a copy of a "Yalse Impromptu" by a certain French com poser, received an "Impromptu Waltz" by another man. 'ilie publishers, when culled to account for their mistake, re plied rather Insolently that they had lieen In tho music publishing business a long time, and had yet to discover the difference between a "Valse Im promptu" and an "Impromptu Waltz." W«rold I>r Smith kindly state to them that difference? "Gentlemen," wrote the genial pro fessor, in answer, "I have not, like yourselves, been In the music publish big business, and am therefore not fully qualified to inform you, but since in your extremity you have appealed to me I would venture to suggest that the difference between a 'Valse Im promptu' ami an 'lmpromptu Waltz' may be similar to the difference be tween a blind Venetian and a Venetian blind. "Yours very truly," etc. Hclftttli ( look. "Want me to take the clock back, vim say?" exclaimed tho dealer. "Why, what's the matter with It? It's war ranted to keep good time." "Perhaps that's the trouble," replied the customer, "for it certainly doesn't give it." Philadelphia I'ress. 1 nt- 1 uiuniMtvrtni. Tuniblewccds spread themselves in a wholesale fashion. Instead of send ing tin- separate s»*eds out Into the world with wings or hairs to carry thi in.the whole plant breaks off near the root, when these are ripe, and goes rolling along the ground before the wind. The bare, sun scorched des erts of the great west produce several tumbleweeds, and there are some In the prairie region. It is natural that they should be most abundant where there are no hills or trees to stop them i'i their course, ttut we have one tumblewerd ;:i the east- the old witch grass, so called, maybe, because It rides the wind like- an old beldame. In Sep tember this grass spreads Its head or panicle, with hairlike, purple branches, in every saii'h ticld. When the seeds are ripe the plants are blown across the field, often piling up in musses ilong fences and hedgerows. As might be e.xpceti I, the hair grass, which has HO effective a way of spreading Itself, !-; found throughout the United States from ocean to oeeati. % ii.imiiiK K a own, only characteristic distinguishes the litt! village of Strong, Me., from the thm nuls of others that are scat tered all over New Kngland. That is the |<cci'!iar industry which serves to t-upi" rt the entire community. Strong is ianion- f< nothing but toothpicks, but it i- kiu vn in the trado as the plac< fr • 1 v- hich come the majority of the to"!lijiic that are used In the 1 'lilted S't iti C< i.rllnu Worry. "Mv v 1 • as rather worried when I left In 1 t'; morning." "What ' a Hie matter?" "Well, -he ad been worrying about something »n other yesterday evening, and tin morning <l "' couldn't remem ber what It was." I'iwnl 1 nr lieflrrtlon Only. I am In a hideous pickle. Here I've got nothing to eat, and the only thing Ie got to pawn are my false teeth, and If I pawn them and buy something to eat, then I ran't eat it. I never was In such an awful fix In all my llfo.—Bos ton Olobe Klttie**. Author (Invited to a very poor din ner. to himself) A miserable dinner I I'll have to take care that I don't let anything witty slip out. -Fllegende Blatter. Kate's Conscience By IZOLA FOKRLiSn R I | j m by Ruby DmtadM j "I tliiiik that you ought to t«'ll Wil lard before you marry him." Kate ilid not even turn her head. After Hstening to variations of the same ad\ ice and opinion for half ail hour sin* l'eJt more than annoyed. Slio was frankly angry and perplexed. "If you don't some one else will, and that will only make any subsequent explanation so unpleasant. Men aro peculiar, anyway, and in an affair of this kind"— "Imogene Wayne" Kate's face Hush ed hotly "1 think you put It altogether too strongly." "It is a serious matter." Imogeno hit off the end of her embroidery linen deliberately. "If It were my own af fair 1 should consider It a matter of conscience. YVillard is the sort of man to take fuiythlng of that kind to heart. I know him well." "I don't care a bit whether he knows or not!" celiinied Kate. "I suppose I should have told him in the first place, bit lie never asked me, and I didn't c u der it necessary, I never thought !- t would." "No one did," interposed Imogens, wiili •< <-i e significance. "But the fact remains that Bart lias"— "Has what? Am I always in trou ble'/" Lazily, comfortably Interested, the voice v unded from the inner room whose windo.vs opened on the veran da Kate st >d, silent, indignant, her chin upraised, her lashes downcast. From the < >r! shadow of the curtained window seat Bart Ilolman thought her sweeter and dearer than ever. And it had been nearly two years ago. "Are you in there, Bart?" Imogeno laughed. "Ilow long have you been listening lou;< enough to agree with me? Whatever made you come home when everybody wanted you to stay in Japan?" "Not everybody. I came by special request." "And went in the first place by spe cial request too?" Kate Hashed one single glance at her cousin. Site had not known how much Iniogeue kne.v. She wondered it' Bart had told her. Against her will she looked at Bart. He was smiling at her, and suddenly, vaguely, she felt more at en so. After all Bart was a good boy. He had come home the same —a tritle browner, the lines about his mouth a bit deeper, the look of his eyes steadier. The two years in Japan had done him good. "When is the wedding, Kitty?" No one ever called her Ivltty but Bart. It was such a foolish, childish name for a girl, she thought, for tho kind of girl at least that she prided herself on being. She was not the fluffy, childish type. She was tall and slender with smooth dark hair, and eyes that changed like the sea with her mood. "We are not even engaged yet," she answered composedly. "1 can hardly say when the wedding will lie." "Kate is so cautious about matri mony tliis time," Imogene said amused ly. "She has actually put poor Willard on probation. If he is a good boy for three months and manages to fullill her Ideal in that time, then she will consent to an engagement." "If I were a girl I'd put Willard on probation for life," Bart said cheer fully. "One would be perfectly safe. There would never be any danger of foreclosure." "Three months is long enough," said Kate. "A man who cannot stand a three months' test is not worth waiting a lifetime for." "Don't be vindictive and catty, Kate." Imo-.-ene gathered up her melee of embroidery odds and ends. "Every body at Newpoint knows about you anil Bart, and when you twit him that way it is simply bad taste. Bart, why on earth didn't you have sense enough to stay away?" "No one sent me announcement cards of the probation," answered Bart calmly. "I like Newpoint. Willard and 1 are old college pals." "Were you really?" Imogene glanced back over her shoulder to laugh again. "Isn't it comical, though, the whole affair? Well, there is one thing sure, Bart, you won't be pals if Ivute's con science troubles her." They were alone several minutes be fore the silence was broken. Then Bart asked . "Does it?" "Trouble me?" Kate lifted her head, and the anxiety in her eyes startled him. "Yes, It does, Bart. Of course I intend to marry Willard. The proba tion idea is half of it, Imogene's non sense. I only asked him to give me three months to make up my mind." "I didn't give you three minutes." "And I changed it in three weeks," she retorted quickly. "It is better to be sure. But" "Hut you haven't told Willard about me?" "Not yet," She hesitated and then added nervously, earnestly: "It isn't that he would mind, although I sup pose he would too. I know I should mind If he had done such a thing and had not told me But I thought he knew, of course, until one day he told me he didn't believe a girl ever loved more than one man sincerely and ab solutely, and he was glad for that rea son that I hid never been engaged be fore." "I agree with him." Bart swung over the barrier of the window ledge that separated them. "I don't believe you'll ever love any one as you did me, Kitt.v, will you?" The impersonal frankness of his tone disarmed her. She replied almost gen tly: "It was the newness of it all, that's what makes it different. Why, Bart, do you know you were the first man who ever asked me to be his wife? And It seemed so queer. You never said a word, do you remember, just"— "I remem icr," said Bart. "It was enough. You gave it back." "And you brought the ring the very next day to me." "Von gave that back too." He looked at her left hand as he spoke. It wa» rlngless. Willard was certainly on pro bation He reached in his inside coat pocket and drew out a small leather case. The color rose in her cheeks as he tossed it over on her lap. She open ed it with lingers not quite steady. Bart was watching a figure in gray flannel walking up the board walk from the beach. It was \\ lllard When Kate raised lier lashes from the little leath r case they sparkled with tears "Why did you ever come back?" she asked. "What made you keep it, Bart ?" Tt-.irl tis-iit over l>»»r /micklv '(tie veranda was secluded and private in that particular corner. No person down on tliu board walk could Intrude on its seclusion, lie took Kate's left liaud ill his own strong young ones, tanned by the sun of the orient, and slipped tho ring into Its old place. "1 kept it HO 1 might put It back some day—like this, dear." He kissed the ring and the lingers, and Kate's hand rested of its own voli tion on the bowed boyish head. Tho figure in gray flannels was close at hand. Itart lifted his head and looked her squarely in the eyes, a long, full look that admitted of no compromise even after two years' misunderstand ing. "Hart, 1 must tell him." "I'll tell him," said Bart, and when Wlllartl came up the step leisurely Kate stood with her face seaward, and Bart met him. "You look awfully unsociable, you two," said Wiliard gayly. "lmogene just told me you were scrapping." "It isn't a scrap," said Bart slowly. "It's a discussion on conscience, Kate's conscience. You see, Kate and I used to be engaged, two years ago, and Kate thinks that you ought to lie told of it." "Very considerate, I'm sure." Wii lard's face whitened. lie did not look at Kate. "1 think she might have ex tended the consideration and told mo of it herself." Kate turned instantly. There was a look in her eyes he had never seen lie fore, a look of tenderness and gladness. "I know I should have, Wiliard," she exclaimed. "But it was only Bart, and we were not really engaged yet, you ami 1, you know.l didn't think you would mind." "1 don't," said Wiliard sturdily. "Its only a matter of conscience, after all. Anything else?" Bart slipped his arm about Kate's waist in proprietary fashion. "Yes. We've just renewed the old en gagement, and I think you ought to bo told of it—as a matter of conscience." Corrolto ration. Each man around the store had told his tale of the "hardest rain he ever saw fall out of the sky." 'loin Lim kins was an easy winner with his of the great harvest rain of 'O3. "It began with big drops kinder scat terin' like," he said, "then it got ton shower, and I just thought I'd crawl under the canvas on the reaper till it was over—l.nowed the team would stand- but. sir, when the lightnin' took to hittin' right at that binder I concluded to get out from there. I had a gallon and a half bucket on my arm. and I lit out for the mule shed. When 1 wa.; about halfway there the thing begun to •et heavy. I looked down, and it' the hi.lined thing wasn't full of water I'm a" - The lank individual who had been leaning auaii.st a barrel broke in: "Well, now, I reckon that must 'a' been the day I am thinkln' about. What made me know It was ralnin' some was seeln' a flock o' wild ducks go over. (Lents, them ducks had fold ed their wings and was just naturally paddlin'." For the <pace of two minutes not a hound was i aril save the purring of the cat aslee.i on the counter, then si lently, with bowed heads, the crowd dispersed. Y.'o:;.an's Home Compan ion. !IM«I Second >ntnrr. When I ltcle Dave Barker had round ed out his half century In the employ of a great dry goods house he was summoned to the private otlice of the chief proprietor. "Elide Dave," said the head of the house, "you have work ed for this firm fifty years, haven't you?" "Yes, sir," faltered the old man. won dering if he was going to lie turned off as having outgrown his usefulness. "Well, you needn't work any more, but you can come round every Satur day afternoon as long as you live and draw your pay. The little envelope will always be waiting for you." Tears stood in I'ncle liave's old eye-s ns the head of the house, after shaking him cordialh by the hand and wish ing him many more years of life, bow ed him out. A few days afterward, however, he came round again. "Mr. Stevenson," he said, "I've putin three of tin- hardest days' work of my life doing nothing. If you don't mind I'll go back to my obi place and kind o' hang around as if I was one of the men. Maybe I can help a little once tat awhile, and I'll promise not to get In anybody's way." I'ncle Dave was allowed to have his way, and he went back to his old place, supremely happy. Ilndrlnn'n Wall. Hadrian In A. D. 120 built a stone wall from Bowness, near Carlisle, on Bolway frith, to the river Tyue, near Newcastle. It was eighty miles long and garrisoned by 10,0(>0 troops. It was twelve to twenty feet high at va rious points, eight feet thick at the top and provided with a gallery In the rear which enabled Its defenders to take their stand with only head and shoul ders visible to the enemy. At every quarter of a mile there was a castle with a garrison of troops. Beacon lights and signals were used, and on an attack, whether by day or by night, the news was at once flashed up and down the wall from sea to sea.—Lon don Sphere. Why lie Tain*. A man rushed Into the barber shop and jumped Into the first waiting chair, explaining, "Shave in a hurry." The barber was about to apply the lather when he noticed the customer's face. It had been shaved lu spots and looked like a wornout hair rug. "I beg your pardon," said the barber, "but who ever shaved you did not understand his business or must have been near sighted. I'hat's all right," replied the customer rather sharply. "Every man to his trade you are a barlter— well, I am not that's why I came here." Too llnny to Whistle. It Is said the art of whistling will WMII be cotfited among the lost unless there is a revival of the cheery spirit that seems ti> be forsaking men. No body whisfies as he works In these strenuous days. He has too much on his mind to pucker his lips in a whis tle. Nor d.->-s he hum or sing to him self for that matter. I.lfe is, if not downright sad, too busy for that joy ous and unconscious expression of con tentment Boston Herald I Hampton lllvom. "Larry Donovan," said a profession al swimmer, "made the highest dive on record. It was 210 feet a dive from the Brooklyn bridge. Donovan also took a dive from Niagara bridge, a good 200 feet. There are no other (liv ers in the same class with Larry. Jack Burns made it dive of 1 • feet from the topmost yardarm of the Three Brothers, the largest sailing ship of its time, and .lint O'Kourko and Julius (lautier have done some good diving, too 100 feet, 125 feet, and so on but it is doubtful if Donovan's record will ever be broken." Fate's 'Romance Dy George Masters Copyright, !'.»*>, bj M. M. Cunningham e>~ - O "You'll Ix - K 1 " >d to the youngster when she comes, won't you?" said Lin den as lie lient to kiss his mother. '"lf die looks anything like lUlly she should have gray eyes and a sort of quiet brown hair you know the kind I mean." "Of course I'll he pood to her, you foolish hoy," she laughed. "Don't you know how glad I shall be to have a little eliilil about the house?" Linden blushed. It was one of his mother's greatest regrets that he never had married, hut he was absurdly bashful, and he hated the thought. For that reason he had welcomed tho suggestion that he should lend his mother to Hilly Corson's motherless little sister. It would help her to for get his own refusal to wed. There had been great preparations made since the letter of acceptance had been sent. Linden had almost bankrupted himself in the purchase of toys, and the little room where as a child he had played was overflowing with all sons of dolls and things. Daisy was to come tin the noon train In the care of the conductor, and Hob by Linden could scarcely wait until he cotdd get his most pressing affairs straightened out before lie rushed otf to the station to take the train back home. On the way he stopped to pick up a few more toys, and it was with his arms loaded down that he hurried through the shady street and into his own gate. Then he gave a gasp. On the porch sat a girl in summery cos tunic talking to his mother. It could not he the nurse. She was far too well dressed for a nurse. It must bo one of the local girls calling. ITe thought of the toy store package that had come undone and from which a doll's legs waved pinkly and unre strained, -and Ihe perspiration beaded Ills forehead. lie had always tried to appear digni fied before the girls. It kept them at a distance Hut how on earth could he look dignified with those Infernal toys dangling beneath his elbow? The two women rose as he ascended the st. Ps, and Mrs. Linden presented the ot her. "Miss Corson," he echoed blankly. "Dick ah rays spoke of me as 'his litil" si Uv." " she said as she came for ward."l hope you are not disappoint ed." Disappoiiited that ho should be the companion of such a glorious girl? Bob chuckled, and in the saving grace of humor he lost his bashfulness. "You are most welcome," he laughed as his hand closed over hers. "Slnco you are Daisy Corson these are for you." And he waved those pink abom inations under her eyes with an audac ity that surprised himself. It broke the ice all around, and in tli - little interval before dinner they chatted as three old friends. Since sho was ti> lie a ; ••rnianeiit guest there was no sense in b"ing afraid of her, so Hoi) exerted hinr i-b' to make her feel at home, and li mother, sitting quietly back and v telling the animated pair, Iniilt air castle - pe >pled with little folk who were truly her grandchildren and who h d B ill's i i-s and Palsy's hair. In the day; that followed the dream seemed t » row more real. The little nursery had I ecu converted into a sit ting room lor the girl, and Hob had entered into the furnishing <»f this with even more ardor than he had shown in the p! liming of the other. lie and Da'sy were together con stantly wii i he was at home, and in tli" li'iir evenitrrs while they sat out on the piaz; i in the cool dusk a hud of romance ■ * . Into a sturdy plant. Bob's .... ■■ in business had been due to his d ci mess and commanding • 11: il ' e tin '• he brought to bear now B. r r • a week had elapsed the .pi'- ion h" i ni ■ .1 to ask seemed cer tain of a favorable answer. lie decide" to ask her Saturday aft ernoon and had come out early for that purpose Da'sv and his mother wore In the yatd looking after the flower beds They \ *av 1 their hands to him, ON; ting him to come out, but he caught a Vtfvr from the table on the way out, and the contents brought film to a dead halt on the back steps. It was from Billy Corson and ran: "D< ir Old '.'hap I suppose you are blessing n..- tor my stupidity, but real ly I am not to blame. I had to leave town for a few days, and in the inter val my maternal aunt swooped down on us and carried poor Daisy otT to tho very fate I was trying to save her from—lmmurement in the desolate lit tle town when; I suffered so when I was a youngster. No one had your ad dress, so they could not notify you. I iin sorry that you have been put to tills trouble needlessly, but hope that you anil your mother will rorgive tue. Bob tucked the letter Into his pocket, and went toward the pair. There was . mlel'ilfo Itml u'liri Hrlilimt t'»!*■ K&LLTHE COUGH AND CURE THE LUNCSJ "'™ Dr. King's New Recovery _ /CONSUMPTION Price FOR £ OUGHB and 50c & SI.OO ISOLDS Free Trial. Surest and Quickest Cure for all THROAT and LUNG TROUB LES, or MONEY BACK. Ml HEW I A Flellablo TIN SHOP for all kind of Tin Roofing* Spoutlne and Qonotal Job Work. Stoves, Heaters, Rang**, Furnaces, eto. PRIMS Till! LOOT! Ql.ll.lTf TUG BEST! JOHN HIXSON NO. li# E. FRONT BT. haps he would lost' Daisy after all. ll* heart was troubled, but one glance from those merry eyes reassured him, and he weut manfully to work helping them with their gardening. It was not until after supper and they had established themselves on tlio piazza that lie mentioned the note. "1 had a letter from Hilly today," ho said, "a very funny letter." "What did lie say?" she laughed. "lie lias not written me." "That he was sorry he was not able to send you to us," he said quietly. "I don't see the Joke," she scolded. "You are not nice to speak In riddles." "There Is • ome mistake," he ex j plained. "Hilly did not send his sister i 1k so yo i must be some other Hlily's I ;ister." 11.- banded her the letter and I h.' read il through with changing color. I II •!! her ev<- eainrht the business card I | in the corner. "But tais i from a .Mr. Corson, not Go.s HI," she explaini-d. "i'hat' 1..1.y.' he explained "Hilly <'o; son." "My name 1. Corson," she answered. "I thought both you and your mother pronounced it oddly. Hut why should I have made a mistake? You are Itob ert I.into i." ' ilo'.v <!o \ m spell It?" hi» asked. "L-i n-t o ■■■'.(• spelled slowly. "I.in d < i." he corrected. "Funny that there should he a double mistake. I don'i i any Linton In town." "I ! ive it on a letter upstairs," sh« ■ slid ;he ;■ ■■■<• from her seat. I'res ently she i •n. i'ed and held out an en velop'-. n •;» ;isliced at tlu* card. "Th.t's I' ~ »rt, not Hellville," he I said. ' Belli • bi the northern part Of til.' state " "That's a tr .let of doubles," she laughed. "It v. ems to be as if I were a part of a p! iy, a comedy." "1 d >n't think that it's a comedy," he said slowly "Surely yo>» are not going to be so ungracious ;.s to call it a tragedy,"* she protested. "I'd like to make It a romance," he explained. "You see, I've always been sort of girl shy. Cirls made me bash ful, and I've kept away from them. Then you came. I was all ready to be nice to a kid, and instead you burst upon me st suddenly that I did not have time t > be frightened. "The mater wants awfully to see us married, an'! I, well can't tell you, little girl, In v 1 want you. Surely you will not let this mistake take you out of our lives ai.aiu." For a moment I )alsy looked out across the fields to v.here the sky shone redly. Then she turned and put her arms about his neck. "H >b," she said softly, "I think the whole thing must have been arranged by fate. We'll call It a romance, dear." (jui'pr For lloraen. A turf critie who learned to read and write before he learned to race once made a bitter enemy of a highly re spectable Texas sportsman by having fun with the name he gave his pet two-year-old filly. The fllly was the foal of the pet of the ranch, Little Pearl, and the sire was Callantry. The Texan railed the offspring Little Pearls of Gallantry. The first and the only time Little Pearls of Gallantry started the young critic took occasion to chide the gentleman who hung that title on the fill;. . In the course of his playful tart remarks he undertook to name the future product of the ranch whence came LittU- Pearls of Gallantry. Among the names he suggested were Little Things to 'lhlnk AI tout. Little Jars of Marmalade, Little Bales of Timothy, Lizzie Is My Hat on Straight, Hl>r BUI With the White Hat, and such. The Texan could not have been more ag grieved had he been accused of cheat ing. The combination of the names of sire and dam often results In beautiful If meaningless names, but even more frequently in laughable or absurb groups of letters. Springfield ltepub llcan. tie ■ I Mitt (till. "I could never understand," said the solemn i i n. "what is the attrac tion in autoing." "Perhaps.' replied the lteginner with the bandage i head, "it's the attraction of gra\ tar. a " l'h'ladelphia Press. i The Home Paper of Danville. Of course you read j iJ* Ji t J THE nEOPLE'S \ ~ KQPULAR 1 A PER, Everybody Reads It. Published Every Morning Except Sunday at No. ii E. Mahoning"St. Subscription o cenis IVr Week. I STRENGTH OF CHARACTER. It Combine* Power of Will and Power of Self HmlralDl. Strength of character consists of twc things- power of will and power of sell restraint. It requires two things, thero lore, for its existence—strong feeliugi and strong command over them. Now, It is here we make a great mistake. W« mistake strong feelings for stron( character. A man who hears all before him, he fore whose l'rown domestics treinhlf ami the children quake, because lit lias his will obeyed and his own waj in all things, we call a strong man. The truth i.; he is a weak man. It is his passions that are strong. lie thai Is mastered by them is weak. You must measure the strength of « man by the power of tho feelings he subdues, not by the power of thost which s..b lite him, and hence com posure is often the result of strength. liid we never see a man receive » flagrant insult only growing a little pale and then reply quietly? This Is n man spiritually strong. Or did we never see a man bearing 6 hopeless, dally trial remain silent and never tell the world what cankered his home peace? That Is strength. lie who, keenly sensitive, with inanj powers of indignation in him, can be provoked and yet restrain himself and forgive he is the strong man, the splr itual hero. Pelted With Kpithet». Sir Wilfrid Lawsou, the most fa mous temperance advocate in Engiand : was the target of the political wits. During his last campaign for parlia ment Sir Wilfrid was greeted as a "peregrinating pump handle," "an old cracked teapot," "a confiscatory molly coddle," "a washed out water party," "a pop bottle pump orator," "the apostle of slops," "a maudlin mounte bank" and "a buffoon." The lasl epithet was so often hurled at Sir Wilfrid that he remarked it reminded him of "Selah" in the Psalms. His hatred of war and rum led to an epi gram which has frequently been re peated. "The country," he said, "is governed by two heathen deities— Bacchus and Mars, or, In other words, by the god of bottles and the god of Kottluo " The Opinion She Sought. "Well, what do you (hink of my new hat?" she asked. "Do you want a candid opinion?" he questioned. "Heavens, no!" she replied. "Say something nice."—New York Press. I don't want to brag, but I've got my health and my friends, so what OD earth more do I want? -Deland. LfU KAWANNA RAILROAD. —BLOOMSBURH DIVISION Delaware, Lackawanna and Western Railroad. In Effect Jan. 1, 1905. TRAINS LEAVE DANVILLE KASTWARD. 7.07 a. m. (tally tor Bloomsbnrg, Kingston Wilkes-Barre tu.d Scranton. Arriving S'-run ton :it U. 12 it. hi., and connecting at Scrantuc wit It trains arriving at Philadelphia at s.ts a in.and New York City at 8.30 p. in. 10.1 M a. in. weekly for Blooinsburg. Kingston Wilkes-Barre.Herautou and Intermediate sta t ioiih, arriving at Scranton at 12.Sti p. m.and connecting there with trains for New York City, Philadelphia aud Buffalo. 2.11 weekly for Blooiiishurg,Kingston,Wllkti Bar re. Scranton and Intermediate stations arriving at Scranton at 4.. R io p. in. 5.1:{ p. in. dally for Blooinsburg, Espy, I'iy mouth, Kingston, Wilkes-Bar re, Plttston, Scranton and intermediate stations, arriving :il Scranton :it >.3T) p. in.and connecting theri with trains arriving at New York City at b.St a- in., I'hiladelpeia 10 i». in.and Kuttalo 7 a in TRAINS ARRIVE AT DANVILLE ».K> a. in. weekly from scranton, Plttstou, Kingston, Blooinnhurgand intermediate sta : l ions, leaving Scranton at a. in., where II connects with trains leaving New orh City at li.HO p. m., Philadelphia at 71'2 p. in. aud i |{uHalo at 10.:>0 a. ni. | l::.tl p. iii. dally from Scranton Plttston, ! Kingston, Berwick, Bloomshurgand Interme diate stations, leaving Scranton at 10.10 a.m. and meeting there with train leaving Buff alo at 2.25 a. m. 4!M p. ill. weekly om Scranton. Kingston, Berwick. Blooinsimrg and intermediate sta tions, leaving Scranton at 1.55 p. id .■ where it connects with train leaving New York City at 10.00 a. in., aud Philadelphia at 9.00 a. m. !Uif> p. iii. daily from Scranton. Kingston Plttston. lierwick. Hloomsburg and Interme diate hliUloiin, leaving Scranton at B.S& p.m., where it connects with trains leaving New York City at 1.00 p. m., Philadelphia at 12.00 p. m.and Buttolo at H.IIO a. ill. T. K. CLARKK, Oen'l Snp't. T. W. I.KK. den. Pass. Agl. » irpu i|L We warn 10 do all Ms of Printing wi l r An 11! IIS H. ii nil nst. lis misiit 9 J A well printed tasty, Bill or Le \f / ter Head, Poste* A) A Ticket, Circular, Program, State ment or Card 3 Cy ) an advertisement for your business, a satisfaction to you. lew Type, New Presses, ~ Best Paper, Skilled Wert Promptness- All you can ask. A trial will make you our customer. We respectfully asi that trial. I Mil 11. No. II E. Mahoning St.,
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