Matchmaker \ By MARTHA C. SANFORD. \ \ Copyrighted. I#oß. by Associated A Literary Prose. i Katherine opened her eyes with a start and looked over the edge of the hammock. Below her on the green velvety grass sat a two-year-old baby, wrinkling up his chubby face and let ting out little gurgles of laughter. "Oh, I know your joke, young man." she laughed back at him. "You kiss ed Katha, didn't you. and woke her up? Now, come here, you rogue, and I'll pay you back lu your own precious coin." Without any pretense of denial or defense, young Reginald allowed him self to be gathered up into a sliaiw '.ess, dimpled mass, squeezed, shaken out and spanked. Suddenly, waiving the conventionality of announcement, a man interrupted this glorious game of retribution. In a flash Reginnl 1 turned state's evidence. "Man say—kiss Katha," he said, pointing an accusing flngor at the ap proaching interloper. "Why, no, Reginald," Katherine re monstrated hastily, "man didn't say anything of the kind." "Kiss Katha—man," transposed Reg inald, with conviction. At this Katherine sat up straight STid forbidding. "Mr. Klngsley," she began, and her tone was very chilling, "will you be good enough to carry Reginald into the house und then come back again? I have something to say to you." "Sure, Katherine," asserted Jack Klngsley, his natural light hearted ness quite unabashed at the hint of an impending reprimand. "I'll be back so soon you'll never miss me." When Jack returned Katherine still mat In the hammock, her spirits as visibly crushed as her fllmy summer frock. "I wouldn't have believed It of you. Jack," she said disconsolately. "Believed what, Katherine?" "That you'd do what the baby said." "Kiss you?" he asked bluntly. "Take such an advantage of me— kiss me when I was asleep," differen tiated Katherine Ingenuously "But I didn't" Katherine looked at him searchlug- Jy. "But Reginald said"— "I realize," Interrupted Jack, with ,food natured sarcasm, "that compared with whatever that two-year-old prodi gy may say any words of mine"— "Just the same," broke in Katherine, "it wouldn't be the first time that *wru;s SNAR.R. WE TELI. TUB OTHERS?'' HE ASKED SOFTLY. iruth has come out of the mouth of babes." Jack laughed appreciatively, but Katherine maintained an injured si lence. "It couldn't have been the baby," she announced at length, as if thinking aloud. "He isn't tall enough. But I'm determined to find out who it was." "What will you do to him," asked Jack—"punish him as you did the baby?" Katherine very properly ignored the suggestion, but Jack was undaunted. "You're sure It was a man?" he asked nonchalantly. "Why, of course it was!" Hashed Katherine scornfully. "Who else would"— "Exactly," Jack agreed. "Who else IVouid?" Katherine made a desperate effort to keep back the tears of vexation and succeeded to a very commendable de gree. One or two, however, refused to be kept within bounds. She made a quick little dab at them with her handkerchief, hoping Jack did not no tice. "Tell me all about It,"he urged symp ithetieally. "You haven't given me a very definite idea of what really happened yet." "Oil, I was asleep in the hammock," explained Katherine, as if the details bored her, which they did not, "and woke up suddenly. Some one had kissed me. I thought It was the baby —the villain!" "Reginald a villain!" exclaimed Jack, with feigned astonishment. "You know whom I mean," answer ed Katherine, unresponsive to any hu mor In the situation. "No, really I don't Whom do you mean?" "The person who kissed me," Kath arine replied, blushing over the una voidable baldness of the admission. "Oh!" commented Jack placidly. "Well, granted It was a man, would you recognize it a second time—that Is, If you had your eyes closed and the same man kissed you again, coul« you Identify the kiss, do you think?" "How perfectly horrid of you to suggest such a thing!" acfltsed Kath erine. "You don't consider my feel ingß In the least. Just like you bru tal, cold blooded lawyers. You can't be human If you try." In spite of his effort at control the be lated yonac attorney bant out iaurb- mg. It was a most unfortunate thing for him to haye done, for Immediately (Catherine burled her face In the ham mock cushions and began sobbing con vulsively. .Tack watched her perplexedly. She looked very appealing In her graceful slenderness. He could think of only one thing to do—and he did it. Katherine was on her feet in an in stant, her cheeks tear stained and flushed with Indignation. "So it was you the first time after all. Jack KingsleyP' she exclaimed. "I think you're too contemptible for words. You're a thief and a—and you don't tell the truth, and"— "Not so fast, not so fast," begged Jack gently. "I really wasn't the first one, Katherine, upon my honor, but"— "Well, what In Cupid's name are you two quarreling about?" called Bill Heming from the near back ground. "Can't an unmarried man pardon me, 1 should have said an in eligible man—find one undisturbed spot In this hymeneal garden? Just passed two other lovers down the path who seemed to be a bit out of tune. It must be the weather." "I assure you the weather has noth ing to do with it, Mr. Ileming." an swered Katherine haughtily. "She's right. Bill," assented Jack genially. "The cause of our seeming disagreement Is purely"— "Imaginarv," interrupted Katherine, with such manifest alarm that both men laughed heartily. But in spite of this little diversion the conversation dragged along apa thetically, and Bill at length gave up his attempts to mend the situation. "Well," he said, yawning ostenta tiously, "guess I'll go in and play with the infant. He's nearer my level than you self absorbed grownups. By the way. Miss Katherine, how did you like our little joke?" "Whose—what little joke?" demand ed Katherine apprehensively. "Reginald's and mine, of course. We watched you asleep for awhile; then we thought it would be great fun to wake you up. So we kissed you." "Mr. Heming!" gasped Katherine. "You don't mean to say that you"— "Bless you, no, my dear. I Just helped Reginald." "But what—what did you run away for?" Katherine pursued Inquiringly. "Oh, that's a little habit of mine. Miss Katherine," was Heming's cabal istic reply as, musing, he walked to ward the house. "Queer old duffer, Isn't he?" com mented Jack by way of giving Kath erine time for a bit of mental read justment. "The rest of the house party call him 'Bill the Matchmaker,'" she remarked. Her manner was wholly Impersonal. "I don't wonder," Jack assented. There was an awkward little si lence. "Jack." "What is it, Katherine?" "What were you going to tell him was the cause of our—our quarrel?" "I started to say the cause was pure ly—oscillatory." "Jack!" "Well, wasn't it? Tell me, Kather ine, were you really awfully angry with me?" Katherine nodded. "For two rea sons," she said, with emphasis, "one because 1 thought you had been the first one who kissed me and that you had lied about it" "And the second?" "Because if you weren't the first I— J—was sorry you had not been. Jack." 1 For several seconds there was un ruffled quiet in the "hymeneal gar den." Then Jack broke the serenity with a question. "When shall we tell the others?" he nsked softly. "Oh. not for days and days," de clared Katherine jealously. "It's such fun lo have it secret." But Inside the house, without wait ing for authority, a two-year-old baby was babbling to the admiring group gathered about him. "Man sa.v—kiss Katha. Kiss Katha —man." And all smiled comprehen sively. PLAN TO VIVIFY THE SOUTH. Million Dollar Building to Be Erected In Washington to Exhibit Products. The executive committee of the southern commercial congress recent ly began its campaign for vivifying the south in a business way by call ing for subscriptions to aid in erecting a million dollar building in Washing ton which is to be used as headquar ters for the congress, says an Atlanta dispatch. A large hall of the pro posed building is to be used for keep ing on exhibition the products of the south. As the result of a call for sub scriptions $25,000 was at once pledged. Fifteen states are to take part in the movement, and the promoters say there will be no trouble In securing the million dollars needed. The plan in volves the practical establishment in Washington of a southern department of commerce and labor, managed by practical business men, directed to the development of the south's resources rather than the exploitation of locali ties, directing immigration to the w'lole section rather than to a single com munity and bringing to the attention of investors from other .sections the opportunities offered by the south. FIVE DAYS A WEEK'S WORK. New Plan Being Tried to Shorten Working Days. A rather novel experiment In connec tion with employees* hours of labor ii being tried by the Curtis Publishing company of Philadelphia. Not only have they adopted and put into effect the forty-eight hour week throughout their mechanical departments, but in stead of the conventional schedules un der which this time Is distributed ovei six working days the total of forty eight hours' work will hereafter be done in the five days from Monday tc Friday, inclusive. The employees In the mechanical de partments of the business will by this change have all day Saturday and Sun day for recreation and rest The re suit of the innovation from the em ployers' standpoint is being watched with considerable interest by other con cerns in the same line of business. The man without a purpose Is like a ship without a rudder—n waif, a noth *"»►>. a tM'ttjnd. Haven purpose In life: a purpose— Carlyle. A WIRELESSTRIUMPH How News of the Republic's Col lision Was Telegraphed. NO SLIP IN THE MESSAGES. Each Was Clear and Coherent—Told What Happanad When White Star Liner Waa Rammed by a Bteamer Off Nantucket—Difference Between Old and New Systems. Wireless messages shot here and there along the Atlantic seaboard from vessel and from coast station spread Information broadcast that the White Star liner Republic, which recently collided with the steamship Florida off Nantucket, needed aid, and needed It quickly. Various shfps were set in motion, each an independent relief ex pedition. The revenue cutter Acush net left Woods Hole, Mass., and the steamship Baltic went on her way to extend what assistance she could. La Lorraine had crowded on all steam iu order to get over the 2(>o or more miles separating her from the Repub lic, and her wireless instruments were taking messages from the injured ves sel. The revenue cutter Gresham was making all speed toward the same focal point from a point off Cape Cod. All vessels within the wireless zone wore picked up one after another and sent toward the scene of distress. It was the first big sea disaster since wireless telegraphy became commer cially practicable, and the new system of communication had scored a tri umph. There wasn't a slip In the messages. Each was clear and coherent. They told just what was happening off there In the fog, which lay Uko a shroud along the Jagged outlines of the Mas sachuetts coast. The first message received In New York, the one to the Maritime Exchange, told an entire story in itself. Furthermore, it was direct from the Republic. "In distress and sinking off Nantucket," It ran. Another followed hot upon the heels of the first. This contained informa tion in detail. The Republic had been rammed by an unknown vessel, it was Just able to keep afloat, but the rev enue cutter Acushnet and the Baltic of the same line were within range of the wireless waves and were speeding to ward her. After that La Lorraine was heard from with the additional Infor mation that she expected to reach the Republic in about four hours. The White Star line also got early word to the effect that there was no danger to life and that the Republic was talk ing with Nantucket The difference between the system of Bending word by wireless and the old order of things had been strikingly shown. How marked the difference was Is made plain when one harks back a little less than eleven years to the occasion of the last great sea dis aster—the loss of La Bourgogne of the Campagnie Oenerale Transatlantlque. On the morning of July <5 a messen ger boy from the offices of the A!.'an Steamship company in New York ran breathlessly into the building occupied by the Campagnie Oenerale Transat lanticiue carrying a crumpled telegram In his hand. He did not pause until he stood before Paul Faguet, the agent of the company. Then he stam mered: "The Bourgogne Is lost!" M. Faguet threw up his arms. "Mon Dieu!" he cried. The boy exhibited the telegram. It was from the Western Union offices at Halifax. There were no great poles at Nan tucket then, from tho top of which word was flashed through the air with out the aid of wires, nor was there any such station at Newport or any where along the coast, which Is now dotted with them. M. Faguet refused to believe the boy at first. Even when the youngster extended his hand and produced the crumpled telegram the French agent was incredulous. It told In the concise phraseology of the tele graph company how the steamship Grecian was on her way to Halifax with the British tramp Cromartyshire on board of which were those saved from the French liner. The message said that the Cromartyshire reported having been In collision with La Bour gogne off Sable Island, where the graveyard of many good vessels Is lo cated. The news was confirmed from Halifax. There had been one of the greatest calamities In the history of tho sea. It had occurred on July 4, but not until two days later was the truth known In Halifax as It fell from the lips of La Bourgogne's survivors. Out of a shipload of 038 only 184 were left to tell the story. The rest, 454 souls, were drowned. Owing to the poor facilities for ob taining information in those days as compared with the methods of 1909. those who thronged to the offices of the French line to Inquire about loved ones for whom they felt anxiety were left In suspense. The company could not give full details. Device to Prevent Rust on Corsets. A device to cover the metal portions on the front part of corsets to obviate rusting and unslglitliness has been in vented by Theodore Wtckersham of Coatesville, Pa., a merchant of that place. The Invention consists of a small celluloid cover which fits over the clasps of the corset and slips be tween the stay and the fabric, it not only removes the possibility of rust due to perspiration, which eventually discolors the fabric, but makes unnec essary the nickel plating process to which the hooks and studs are now subjected. Restraining Recollections. "They say I'm a little close," said Mr. Cumrox thoughtfully. "Well, you don't exactly spend it as if it were water." "I try to. But, you see, I used to live In Arizona, where water Is scarce." Reached Too f*ar. "Yes," said the bankrupt, "I lost my fortune reaching for an Ideal." "Very Interesting. And what was your ideal?" "A bigger fortune than I had."— Philadelphia Ledger. TOSMMIDS'LIVES Kansas Professor Experimenting With Explosive Gases. ONE CAUSE OF EXPLOSIONS. Mine Disasters Can Be Prevented, Erasmus Haworth Believes, by Eliminating Carbon Monoxide, a Deadly Deoxidized Gas—Most Ex plosions Due to It, He Says. What causes explosions In mines that have been tested and are suppos ed to be absolutely safe? Professor Erasmus Haworth, head of the geo logical department of the University of Kansas and state geologist, has been experimenting for the last three months in Kansas mines and has reached many interesting conclusions. To aid in further experiments a bill appropriating $3,000 was recently In troduced In the Kansas legislature. Professor Haworth believed it would be passed. "It's tlie big problem of the coun try," Professor Haworth said the other night at the Union depot In Kansas City. "A inlne explosion has become so common that a hnndred or more lives hare to be sacrificed before the public will pay any attention to it. It is noticed, too. that the explosion gen erally occurs In mines that have been carefully inspected. "Last summer I came to the conclu sion that we could make experiments in Kansas just as well as elsewhere. The laboratories at Lawrence offered excellent opportunities for carrying on the work. We have been experiment ing as to every conceivable way that an explosion could possibly occur, ami the results of our experiments will b< received with Interest all over the United States." The problem of financing the expert ments caused the Kansas professor some worry at first. But mine owners became interested. The Central Coal and Coke company of Kansas City alone contributed SSOO for the experi ments when Professor Haworth ex plained his plans. Then some funds which had been appropriated for geo logical experiments were added to the subscriptions of the coal companies. That made enough to begin operations. Professor C. Young of the geological department was sent to the Pittsburg coal fields. He collected coal dust, coal gas in bags, marsh gas, natural gas and all forms of gas that contain ed explosive elements. Experiments demonstrated beyond doubt that car bon monoxide Is the cause of most ex plosions. "The queer thing about it," said Professor Haworth, "Is the fact that no one has noticed tlie effects of this deadly gas In mines. At the mining congress in Pittsburg last December 1 was unable to find any scientist who realized that carbon monoxide might be the cause of the great disasters. Carbon monoxide is a deoxidized gas. At iJiwrcnce we have found that the gas will explode when a current of air strikes the cavity in which it is con fined. "The importance of the discovery cannot be overestimated, for I'm con fident that fully two-thirds of the ex plosions are due to this gas."—Kansas City Times. KNIVES FOR ROOSEVELT. President's Hunting Outfit Had to Un dergo Remarkable Tests. A special outfit of four knives has been made in Boston for President Roosevelt to use while on his hunting expedition in Africa iu the spring. There are two hunting knives—a heavy brush knife, for cutting through dense undergrowth, aud a skinning knife. They are made of the highest grade American steel and are razor tempered und razor edged. The knives were ordered for the president by United States Civil Serv ice Commissioner John A. Mcllhenny. One specification was that they must stand the test of cutting through at one blow a quantity of beef and a beef bone as large as the upper arm bone of a man and that the one cut must go clear through without turning the edge of the knife and chipping the bone. The knives have passed the test. ASTRAL BODY'S LONG TRIPS. Woman Said She Visited Wales Thrice While Remaining In St. Louis. Mrs. Jordan W. Lambert, wife of the millionaire chemical manufacturer of St. Louis, recently related one of the most remarkable stories of psychic phenomena ever told. She said she Journeyed to Wales from her own home three times to bind up the in jured arm of a boy hurt in the slate mines there. She also gave him money for the relief of his needs. This was in United States coin, and the boy ex changed it at the steamship offices In London for English coin. The ex change was proved in Loudon later. All of this time Mrs. Lambert was In her own home and she thinks en tirely conscious throughout. She her self relates the experience, prefaced by spirit communication between Joe Wentworth. a spirit guide, and herself. Proposed Tax on Babies. A bill forcing parents to pay 50 cents tax on each new baby was recently Introduced in the lowa legislature, ac cording to a Des Moines dispatch. New Kind of Barrel. Seamless steel barrels formed by a single process by powerful hydraulic presses are something new. Courtesy at the Pawnshop. "You go first, Frau Meier. I can wait." Thanks. I'd have you know Tm In no more hurry for my money than you."—Fllegende Blatter. It requires three years before many species of bird* acquire their ciatwt plumage. Very Wise. Photographer—Look pleasant, pleasi Vlctlm—l should say not. I war, to send this picture to my wife. wb< la vlaltlng her parenta. If I look tor happy ahe'll return home. NOTED VETERAN ACTOR How Denman Thompson Wel comed a Distinguished Visitor. HIS QUICKNESS AT REPARTEE Neat Illustration of It on a Railway Journey—Why a Janitor Declined His Generosity—His Great Love For Animals. One summer Senator and Mrs. Jacob H. Galllnger of New Hampshire visit ed Keene, N. H., and, learning that Denman Thompson, the veteran actor of "01(1 Homestead" fame, was at his home In Swanzey and being a great admirer of Mr. Thompson and his play, the senator expressed a wish to meet him off the stage and to see his fine homo. An old friend of Mr. Thompson offered to drive down. Therefore on one line morning they drove down to Mr. Thompson's house. He came out without coat or hat, j hands behind his back, as usual. The j following conversation ensued: Denman—How d' do, Bill? Bill—How are you, Den? Mr. Thomp- ] son, I want to Introduce Senator and Mrs. Galllnger. Senator Galllnger—Mr. Thompson, 11 have witnessed your great production, l the "Old Homestead," many times and always with the greatest pleasure, but I want to say it Is with still greater j pleasure that I am permitted to greet you in your own beautiful home in old Swanzey. Denman—Yas; It's cheaper. Mr. Thompson's quickness at repar tee Is well illustrated by an Incident which took place during a run from Detroit to one of the smaller towns In Michigan. Mr. Thompson had hired a sleeper to get him to the company's destination, and while making a stop at one of the intermediate stations Uncle Josh left the car and, going Into the depot, satis fled his craving foi some raw oysters. ' On coming out he noticed one of the railroad employees underneath the sleeper measuring the distance between the wheels. "What are you doing there, my friend?" asked Uncle Josh. "Measuring the trucks to see If this car will run O. K. on the side branch that you have got to travel over." "That's all right, but I've hired this car to get me to a certain point, and If you don't get me there It will be 'no pay.' That's what you might call 'measure for measure.'" The following Incident occurred I when Mr. Thompson was playing one night stands through the middle west. The night the performance was to be! given In a certain town there was such a terrific snowstorm that no one ven-1 tured out to the theater with the ex ception of one man. Undaunted by a "one man audience," Thompson, stepping before the curtain, j told the lone listener that they intend- j ed to give the performance from be-j ginning to end, as thouch the hall were packed; tliat they had advertised toI play that night and that, to prove the! company was thoroughly honest ard j always ready to give affair dcal."| they would start the pe.» •rninnee at j the usual time. This was too much fur the audience, i who had listened nervously to the ro marks, so he shouted out: "Say. cut it, out, will you? I am the janitor, and 1 j want to get home early." A few years ago Penman Thompson 1 was discussing with a party of a certain automobile race. "They hadn't any right." said one o* the party, "to deprive the farmers of; the highway which they are paying taxes for." In reply the actor told this story: j "A few days after the race," he said. "1 happened to be driving over part of the same course. I stopped at a farm-1 house and asked to be allowed to give' the horse water. 1 got some cider. " 'What did you think of the auto-; mobile race?' 1 asked my •unlal host. " 'The best thing for me thnt ever happened,' replied the farmer. "'What?' I exclaimed. 'I thought all you farmers were against it.' " 'Not me.' said the farmer. 'You nee, I got a balky mule that draws my stuff into market every morning. Yes terday morning that mule balked half way to the market. Couldn't get him to stir. While I was trying to coax him I saw a strange thing lying in the roadway—sort of a rubber thing. I picked It up and accidentally squeezed It It let out a turrible noise. Just like one of those machines, and that mul' started, me on the tailboard, and nev er stopped till It got to the ferry. I brought it home, and I showed it to Mandy, and we squeezed it and squeezed it and squeezed it, and every darn chicken ran to the coop, every darn pig hid In the pen, every dam cow ran to the barn, the cat got be hind the stove, the dog got In hl.« house, and Mandy and me spent the quietest night we've had in many a day. No, sirree, of all the labor sav ing machines I ever did hear of, this Is the best.' " An Incident illustrating Mr. Thomp son's love for animals took place one summer at his home In Swanzey, N. H. He was alone in the house when soma neighbor called, and as the friewf came up the walk to the house DCBj Thompson's dog ran out, barking fl the supposed Intruder. "Why do you keep such a surly axoß mal?" asked the friend. "Man must have something to lore* replied Mr. Thompson. "When alone i can give expression to my thoughts In the presence of that dog, and T sometimes find myself In tears when alone with him. He la my friend, as are all my cattle and every other ani mal here on the farm." Profemstonal t*ricie. "I should regret very much to hear that anybody has ever offered money for political influence." "Yes," answered Mr. Graftwell, •your hearing of it would indicate very trade work on somebody's part."— Washington Star. It has often been said fhat the pack ing houses found use for every part of the hog except the squeal. Recently the squeal was put to commercial use in making phonograph records to ac eompany moving picture displays of packing house methods Hunting a House \ By FRANK H. WILLIAMS. \ A Copyrighted. 1908, by Associated A \ Literary Tress. 1 j Wilson jangled the big bunch of keys as he Inserted one of the number into j the lock of a door on a large empty j house, turned the key and threw the door open. "Step in. Miss House Hunter For An other," he exclaimed, with a magnifi cent wave of his hand. Dorothy White laughed as she en tered. "I only hope Bertha likes the house we pick out for her," she replied. "Bertha's the first prospective bride I ever knew that couldn't find time togo house hunting herself. And Jo is just j as bad. It's a wonder to me they ever found time enough to decide to get married." "While we," assented Wilson, "not ! only have time enough to Investigate innumerable dwellings for them, but also have so much leisure that we could get married several times if we cared to." "Which we don't," the girl promptly cried. "I'm going to be a bachelor girl," she added, with a certain air of defiance. Wilson laughed. "What," he cried, "a bachelor girl? And with those rose petal cheeks and those twinkling eyes and"— "You mustn't say those things." Dor othy, blushing prettily, stopped him. "Ifs a cousin's privilege," declared Wilson. "But you're only a third coustaJ' "That's a good enough ttmumif' de clared Wilson and continued aa though "THEKB'S ONLY ONK THING TO DO NOW." he had not been interrupted, "and with those lips those kissable lips!" lie advanced toward her. "I've heard something more about cousins' privileges," he exclaimed. The girl made a quick retreat across ! the length of the big room In which j they were standing to the big bay wln -1 dow that overlooked the porch. | "This house seems almost too big,'' I she exclaimed hurriedly. "It would j take a lot of furniture to make it seem ; cheerful and a lot of people, too. I i think. I" "I guess you don't like jour little cousin," sadly murmured Wilson from | his post across the room. "Oh, pshaw, of course I do!" Doro i thy exclaimed, laughing and blushing. "Don't be 11 goose!" She hurried ou: "I'm jure ItertUa and Jo wouldn't care for this place. l.et's try another house." "I'ienty more to try," declared Wil son. "I've got the keys here for about a million and a half." And he jangled the keys again. They left the big house, with its big rooms, big bay window and big veran da, and turned away. Wilson consult ed a list which he had in his pocket and then directed their steps Into a quiet, pretty, little side street where the houses were mainly cottages with miniature gardens and lawns in front and where n general air of homely eozlness and comfort seem to prevail. In the middle of one of the squares stood an especially attractive little home, with a tiny veranda and a tree or two in the front yard. The house seemed to have a saucy air, as though ware nulni? to everv one: "I'm oil nice aba cozy. Don't you wish you were as comfortable as 1 am?" The girl clapped her hands when she saw It. "Oh. what a dear little house!" she cried. "Oh. I just love It!" "It's one of those I've got a key for, too," said Wilson. The girl clapped her hands again and, opening the gate, ran up the lit tle path to the veranda, where, shading her face with tier hands, she peered into the interior. "it's just a dear!" she cried again as Wilson opened the door and she ran In. From rooui to room she darted bteathlessly: then, the Inspectiou tiuish ed. she sat down ou the third step of the stairs which ran from the hall to the second story. "It's Just the thing for Bertha and Jo!" she cried at last. "I know just how they can arrange everything. The front room they'll have fixed up nice and livable. Jo will have a big easy chair there by the window, where he can smoke and read In the evening, and the piano will be opposite the win dow, with Its side to the wall, so that Bertha can play and yet see Jo while he smokes. And then that open flre thlnk how cory it will be for them In the winter r "Yes, that would be all right for some couples," said Wilson, "but hon estly, Dorothy, do you think that Jo and Bertha with all their money would be content to begin life in a humble cottage like this. In the hum ble way you suggest?" "Why, Harry, of course they will!" the girl exclaimed In a hurt tone. "When they see what a dear house It Is they'll just fall In love with It, as I have." "Maybe," said Wilson dubiously, "»mi» it atrikM that It would be more suuea to—wen, say, u>r examine, a couple like us—lf we were married. The rent of this houae can't be much, and I haven't got much money. You'i* In love with the house, and I'm in love with—lt too. Now"— "Goodness!" she exclaimed. "We'll have to hurry If we're going to in vestigate all those other houses!" Somewhat sulkily Wilson locked the door of the little house. But he and the girl visited no more houses that afternoon, for Wilson very suddenly became converted to the Idea that Bertha and Jo would lie charmed by the little house, and nothing would do but he must see the real estate agent and secure an option on it. The girl demurred at this at first, but Wilson finally convinced her that Bertha and Jo would be mightily pleased at their action in securing such a desirable home for them. The real estate dealer's office was finally found and the option secured. Then the couple started on (heir jour ney to Bertha's home, where they would acquaint her with what, they had done. "They'll be very happy there," said Dorothy somewhat wistfully as they left the oflice. "Sure they will," assented Wilson. "Any one could be happy in a little house like that." For some reason Wilson's mood had become rather Joyous, lie solicitously took Dorothy's arm and skillfully guid ed her through the crowds. It was be coming dusk, and the street lights were not yet out. They turned into a side street on a short cut to Bertha's home, which was a big, ornate affair. It looked blatant and uncomfortable. The little house from which Dorothy and Wilson had come by the comparison to them seemed much more desirable. Bertha had not yet arrived when they entered, but a moment after they had seated themselves in the drawing room she flew In. As usual, she seemed very busy and was In a tremendous hurry. "Oh, I'm so glad you came, people!" Bertha exclaimed. "X won't have try put you people to any more trouble trying to find a house for us. Jo and I managed to find time to look at one this afternoon. It Is a nice big one, has large rooms and a big bay window, and we're Just delighted to get it Tha agent Bald you had been looking at it. Walt a minute until I take off my wraps." She left the room. The two young people she had left looked at each other. "And you've signed the option!" ex claimed Dorothy. "Yea," said Wilson, suppressed and eager. "There's only one thing to da now." "What's that?" asked the girl shyly and with averted face. "Take the house ourselves." When Bertha came to the door of the room a moment later she did not enter, as she had Intended. She gave one look, saw Dorothy and Wilson standing In the middle of the room, very close together, and then she fled. As she fled, though, she heard Wilson say somewhat tremulously: • "Don't blush so, dear. It's a cousin's privilege, you know." TIN HORN WARNING. Novel Plan of Campaign In lllinoi* Town to Frustrate Burglars. Should a stranger in Lake Bluff, 1U. % which has recently been the scene of many robberies, incur the suspicion of any woman resident hereafter she will rush to a second story window and fire five shots from a revolver and then begin to toot a tin horn she has been instructed to buy. Iler women neighbors will open windows and toot their horns. The man nearest the fire bell will start it ringing, and the church bells will be rung. By this time the to wo policemen and new town bloodhound will bo rushing forth. The citizens* committee lately formed Is responsible for these instructions. African Hunting. IR. J. Cunninghame, famous African guide, says that all the hardships of Af rican hunting aro past and that luxur> has taken their place.J If you go a-huntlng lions Now In Africa afar. You may penetrate the jungle In a Pullman palace car. In the very, very darkest Part of Africa you may Press a button for the porter. Who will bring: you vin frappe. All the forests are illumined With electric lights, and so You may roam them without danger If a-hunttng you should go. All the hardship has departed With the danger and distress. Ail the natives dine at seven. And they all wear evening dreea. In the thicket and the jungle. If you care to pay the price. You may eat a ten course dinner. With your oysters served on ice. And when you have slaughtered lion* And have finished for the day You may pass the time at billiards Or take in the latest play. —New York World- Tips For Porters Only. A bill has been introduced in th« Colorado legislature making it a mis demeanor to give, accept or solicit a tip except on a sleeping car. HI Wi A. Reliable TO SHOP For all kind of Tin Roofing, Spoutlne nnd C«n*ral Job Work. Stoves, Heater*. Range** Furnacos. eto. PRICES THB LOWEST! QIIiLITT TUB BEST,' JOHN HIXSOiN wo. iw £ FBQNT >T.
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