TWO JONGS, The Man About Whom the Girl Who Sang Was Thinking. By CLARISSA MACKIE. [Copyright. I£>oU. by Associated Literary I'ress.J The feather In Mnrla Weed's best bonnet nodded rnklshly In the fresh south breeze, and her good nntured face was creased Into lines of pieasam «xcltement. She took her seat In th buggy beside ber tall, grim looking nephew and watched him covertly from the corner of her c.ve. When the rapping hoof beats of the black mare bad died out on the hard macadam road a»d they had entered the deep sand ok the wood Maria spoke. "Nad a dreadful nlc<? meeting to day, Anson," she ventured. "We \packed a barrel for some of them poor missionaries In Africa." "H'tn," grunted Anson disagreeably "The cold weather will be coming on by the time they got that barrel.' pursued Maria Wood complacently. "I putin some of your winter under wear, Anson—they've shrunk so's yoi can never get Into them again, expect some poor missionary"— Anson Wood's morose countenance broadened with an unexpected grin j "I expect x- iia |»».r missionary 'll cus> "I CAME TO SEE DEI.IA," SAID ANSOK AFTEII AWUtIiE. you Busy Bee women when he un packs that barrel, Aunt Maria. A mar don't need flannels In the torrid zone.' "The weather's so changeable now adays you can't toll what It'll be frotr day today. 1 expect that tnlssionarj will blesa the Busy Bees when hf ■opens the barrel. They're godly men Anson Wood, and they don't swear You've been down ou missionaries ■ever since"— She hesitated. "Ever since?" he turned on hei fiercely. "Ever since Arthur Smith turned missionary and went to India." Maria was astonished at her own temerity it: bringing up a tabooed subject. Anson's jaws snapped together as hf fixed liis cold gray eyes upon her. Ills bronzed face was pale and bis Hps were white beneath the dark line ol mustache. "Busy Bees been humming again. I suppose," lie said lu a strangled tone Maria sniffed haughtily. "We can't help news happenin'; 'tisn't my fault if the Beveretul Arthur Smith has come home to marry Celia Long: his mother wrote to hitu that Celia was just lan guishio' ii way for love and how shi plays and sings tile same old eongs every day just at o'clock—hark!" As they emcriretl i in the wood road the tinkling notes ol an old piano came down the hill b ward them. From a low white house, perched on a green slope, a sweet voice floated down. Celia Long was not singing "The Last Bose of Summer," as she had sung it every day for many years. Iler voice was lifted in a triumphant strain —a church hymn. Anson's lips moved j slightly. "It's 'From Greenland's Icy Moun tains.' That's very proper for a nils si'onary's wife," murmured Maria Wiood approvingly. "They're going to be married next Tuesday and they're going fright back to India-he only had two mouths' leave." They p.issed the house before Maria spoke agaii. "Delia 'll be left all alone then—there ain't no likelihood of hei dying for any man." When they reached home and. Ansoi helped his aunt from the carriage she turned an inquisitive look upon him. I "I don't suppose you'll goto the wed-j ding, Anson?" site asked. "I shall have togo to New Yorl;' about that time," be said grimly, "there's some machinery I want fot j the farm." Maria gasped. "New York! You've| only been there once In your life!" A long week later Anson Wood left I the train and turned into the high road that It'll toward home. The sta tion stage rumbled past and left a cloud of clinging white dust. The late afternoon sun threw long red gold shafts across the road, and he seemed to walk a ladder of Ore until he en tered the cool shade of the woods. Once there, his steps dragged wearily and his slow moving thoughts covered a bitter past—a post where he saw himself, young and handsome and lov ing and beloved of Celia Long; his Jealousy of Arthur Smith and his wild outburst when he learned that Celia has promised to marry the young mis sionary. Arthur Smith had gone away to India and pretty, pale, Celia had stayed behind, waiting for the sum mons to Join her lover. The years had lied and Celia had grown delicately fuJed while she waited. Her sister had waited here and there, placidly content in her single estate caring for no man and attractive to none. Anson had tried to stamp out his passion for pretty Celia, but now—to day—his heart was as bitter as It had been twelve years ago. Ho came out of the wood with set, white face, and wheu he reached the little white house he paused before the gate. Celia was gone—she was married —and Delia was left. He would go In and talk to Delia Long— perhaps they would talk about Celia. When the greeu shuttered door open ed. in response to his knock, Anson Wood entered and then turned toward the white faced woman who had ad mitted him. It was Celia Long. "I came to see Delia," said Anson after awhile. "Why—you know Delia has gono away—she's married and gone away," said Celia lu a low voice. Anson leaned heavily against the wall. "I thought It was you—you that was married." "I've never thought of getting mar ried—Delia's always been engaged to Arthur Smith. I—they're very happy." Cella's slender figure was trembling with emotion. "I asked you—you didn't deny that you was engaged to him—l've heard you singing that song every day"— Anson paused and choked. "I was very angry that day, Anson— you don't realize how you spoke to me —anil about the song; I sang it for Delia—she wanted me to, and she can't sing a note—but she's real sentimental, and she used to sit on the sofa am' think of the last time she saw Arthur and"— "And what was you thinking about, Celia?" interrupted Auson, with gruff tenderness. "Who was you thinking about when you was singing the sotig every day—was you thinking about Ar thur Smith and India's coral strand or Delia—or who?" Celia made no reply. Her pretty head dropped pathetically. Anson watched her. Gossip bad link ed her name with Arthur Smith. IT Celia was grieving for any man it was not Arthur Smith! Something beat heavily within Anson's breast. "Who was you thinking about, Celia all these years?" he pleaded tende ly. His hand touched her shoulder with sudden confidence. Celia lifted soft, tear filled eyes to his, and ber shoulder yielded to his touch. In another Instant their lips met and Celia had answered his question. WATSON THE POET. How Author of Much Discussed Poem Was Awarded a Pension. William Watson, the English poet. Whose name has been much before the public lately because of his recent poem, "The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue," In which lie is popularly sup posed to have attacked the charactei of an Englishwoman of high rank, denied before sailing for New York the other day that his visit had any thing to do with ltlchard Le Galli enue's challenge to personal combat "My object ingoing to America,"he said. "Is to show the wonders of the new world to my young wife and to study the customs of that great coun try and its democratic people." Speak ing of his controversy with Mr. Gal llenne, Mr. Watson laughed over it and said that It was so trivial as not to deserve mention, lie said that he would certainly not call ou Mr. Le Galllenne, but would be pleased to see him If he cared to call. Mr. Watson is now very comfortably sff. Some twelve years ago an uncle who lived in Liverpool died, leaving him a fair sized fortune, so, as he says, I ■• writes now only when he feels like I: and consequently is able to do Ills I it work. But such was not always t;>e case. In fact, he enjoys a pen sion of £IOO a year, given him from the civil list by Lord Rosebery when prime minister. It was very accepta ble then. In telling bow it came about, Mr. Watson said that one morning he re ceived a note from Lord Bosebery ask ing him to call at 10 Downing street. When lie presented himself Lord Bose bery said: "I understand, Mr. Watson, that things are not going so well with you as they might." Mr. Watson confessed that this was so, and Lord Itosebery said he had been thinking the matter over and had decided to give him a pension from the civil list, adding: "You know It Is a national recogni tion of your geuius, and I have decided to recommend you for £IOO a year— the same as Tennyson had." "But Lord Tennyson had £200," sug gested Watson. "Did he?" said the prime minister. Both laughed heartily, but Watson got only the smaller allowance. On the same occasion Lord Rosebery sounded Watson ou the laureateship, saying: "Don't you think it should be abol ished ?" "Not if you are thinking of offering it to me," was Watson's rejoinder. 'i here is precious Instruction to be got by finding we are wrong.-Carlyle. Viilndorv blossoms, but never bears. Hardness of Icebergs. The hardness and strength of Ice In creases with the degrees of cold, and as icebergs come from the region of perpetual cold of an Intensity difficult to realize it Is readily seen how they can become "demons of destruction." The hardness of Icebergs Is something wonderful, even surpassing that of thu "land ice" reported from St. Peters burg in 1740, wherein It is declared that "in the severe winter of that year a house was built of ice taken from the river Neva which was fifty feet long, sixteen feet wide and twenty feet high, and the walls supported the roof, which was also of ice. Before It stood two ice mortars and six Ice can non made on a turning lathe, with carriages and wheels also of ice. The cannon were of the caliber of six pounders, but they were loaded only with one-quarter pound of powder and with hemp balls—on one occasion with Iron. '1 be thickness of the Ice was only four Inches, and yet It resisted the explosion." ice palaces have also been built In late years In this coun try and in Canada which have stood for weeks, so, then, how strong must be the ice In masses hundreds of feet in thickness!—Pittsburg Press. CALL FOR A CODE OF AIRSHIP LAWS Professor Baldwin of Yale Tells j Why One Is Needed. OPENS NEW JUDICIAL FIELD, Old Theory That Landlord Owns Air Up Into the Heavens Likely to Give Way Before Modern Progress—How State May Give Right to Fly. Professor Simeon E. Baldwin of the Vale Law school and chief justice of the supreme court of errors of Connec ticut told an audience lu the Yale Tea body museum at New Haven. Conn., the other night that the lawyers would j soou have to get their wits together and frame laws for the government of ■ airship navigation. He said that iwyers had been busy [ for the last 100 years making laws for j the railroads, for the telegraph and for j the telephone, and now they must con- j sider the law for the airship. The airship, in the judgment of the j chief justice, is out of the Held of ex- { periinent and into the Held where it is I bound to be used for transportation of j passengers, of goods, of spies, of bur glars. criminals flying from Justice and | Illicit trade of every kind, for it flies as irresponsibly as a bird. The ques tlon at once asked io how far the pre cepts of private law can be applied to the airship. Can one worldwide law be framed for the air as for the high seas? Question of Navigating the Air. The chief justice asked if any one had a right to navigate the air. Then . lie quoted various authorit. s who took I the position that private landowners owned the air even to the heavens, the acceptance of which authorities would mean, in his opinion, that the naviga tion of the air would be an infringe nient of private rights. These autho Hies, however, .re ancient. lie we. on as follows: "Physiologists tell us that man is so constructed that he never can develop wings to fly anil that iti order to navi gate tiie airman must tight continually against the law of gravitation and that Ills flights through the alt- must always be a menace to the safety of those be neath. "The navigation of the airship is not a natural right. The question is whether a right to navigate the air cannot be secured from the state. The state owns the soil, it can tax it; it can reclaim it for the public use from private owners by the payment of a reasonable sum. Successful naviga tion of the air will no doubt be useful to the public. "It is granted that every railroad operated under a franchise from the state endangers the safety of the pub lic. but the public interest Justities this. The question, then, is whether the state cast give to airships a similar right to navigate under certain condi tions. This might be done under a franchise of a license, lias a land owner any right under the circuui stauces? Thing of Passage That Carries Danger. "I'erhaps the landowner has no legal right lu the air except as the occu pancy of the same may be a detriment to Ills land. This seems to be In ac cordance with the tendency of the times. An airship is a tiling of pas sage. It carries to each and all the same measure of danger. "Should a person be hit by an air ship the prima facie evidence would indicate that be could bring an action against tlie proprietor of the ship and the master who was sailing it whether the person was hit on his own or ou the land of some one else. "In one of the Wrights' flights some time ago the airship was directed right over the head of the German emperor, and a slight accident might have chang ed the whole history of Europe. The emperor might have possibly encour aged an action." In the opinion of the chief justice the government can permit the use of the air by airships under certain restrictions without Involving the rights of landowners unless actual damage results. Cause For Action. Should an airship in passing over the property of a landowner ruin his trees or should the proprietor of a fleet of airships continually menace the safety of the landowner or dam age his property then, in the opinion of Professor Baldwin, there would be cause for action. Should the govern ment establish an aerial highway over the house of a citizen and his property be damaged by had odors or smoke or other nuisances an injunction might be obtained. "Another question," remarked the thief justice, "is whether the govern- \ nient license would protect the maim- I per of an airship who accidentally falls j and Injures persons below." Judge Baldwiu advocated the calling of an official International congress to consider the International laws cover ing aerial navigation and to frame ade- ' quate International agreements on the anbject. A Slim Chance. Willie—Pa, why do they call our lan guage the mother tosgue? Pa—Sb! It's because your father never gets a chance to use It.—London Tit-Bits. Well He Knew. Emperor Francis of Austria »nd his empress ouce attended the perform ance of a play which abounded in po litical allusions. On leaving the the ater he remarked good naturedly, "We may congratulate ourselves on having seen the piece at all, for I am sure that It will be speedily forbidden." His Time Wasn't. "Time is money." "Cut that lie out!" "Why do you call it a"-- "Say, I've just done ten years In the penitentiary and come out busted!"— Cleveland Leader. FAMOUS SLEUTH IN NEW BOLE. Stories o! Lieutenant Sheridan, Who Will Guard Banks. LONG A TERROR TO CROOKS. Well Known Detective, Formerly of the New York Police Department, Is Noted For His Amazing Ability to Photograph Features on Memory. Owing to au affection of tlie eyes which interferes with his pmpiT vi sion Lieutenant William Bairn is lieu ry Sheridan, who is known to the law breaking fraternity of two continents as "the man with the camera eye," recently retired from the detective de partment of the New York city police force to enter into partnership with William J. Burns, former secret serv ice man, who is ollicial guard of the 1,400 banks In the American Hankers' association, a trust formerly held by the I'inUerton agency. The remarkable memory for faces that characterizes Lieutenant Sheri dan's career made him celebrated In police circles the world over. His eye was unerring, and once the features of a criminal's face were beheld by him they were photographed in his mind, and he never made a mistake in identi fication. in tliis regard he was one of the most valued members of the city detective force, and as "the man with the camera eye" he was a terror to evildoers of every nation. Feared by Criminals. Lieutenant Sheridan got his start un der inspector Tliouias Byrnes in 188", a year after his appointment to the force. He was sent after the assistant cashier who had robbed the National Park bank of $105,000 and after a search of six months found his quarry In a hole In the Canadian hills, as Staudsteud. lie was instrumental in bringing hundreds of robbers, safe crackers and other criminals to jus tice. He especially was valuable In his identification of criminals, every mark that served to identify them be ing photographed in his memory. it is doubtful If there is another man in the United States who Inspired more fear than did Sheridan in the hearts of criminals with records. No man in the history of the New York police department has been so quick to see through a disguise and to iden tify prisoners with pictures that had been taken five, ten and even twenty years before. Many a city as far west even as San Francisco came to learn that the ap pearance of Sheridan in a crowd was the surest means of ridding the city of a band of Itinerant crooks. Sheri dan was the man to whom the New York police department turned when all others failed to Identify a prisoner. If Sheridan passed a prisoner it was taken for granted that his picture was not among the 200.000 or more In the rogues' gallery. Conviction of a Bank Sneak. A case where Sheridan made good with his camera eye is that of a bank sneak who was arrested in Brooklyn in 1903 and who gave the name of William Murphy. Murphy's picture was taken in Brooklyn and scut over to Mulberry street for identification. "Why," said Sheridan, "that's Bob Suffrage; served five years In Liver pool. eight years In Brussels and two years in Slug Sing. Ho was arrested twenty-one years ago by Tom Mulvey, oa Reynolds' staff." Inspector Titus sent Torn Mulvey over to the Baymond street jail In Brooklyn to identify the prisoner. Mulvey took a look at him and re ported that lie uever had arrested him, never had seen him. Sheridan himself had never seen Bob Suffrage. All that he had In mind wore the pictures that had passed through his hands, two or three out of a total of 200,000 In the gallery. Sheridan still insisted that the Brooklyn snenk thief was the no torious Bob. Finally the prisoner was arraigned before Judge Asplnall and pleaded guilty. The Judge said to him: "Now 1 am going to ask you some questions, and If you tell the truth I'll take that into consideration in sentenc ing you. Is your name Bob Suffrage?" "Yes," said the prisoner, and then he went onto tell the terms he had serv ed Just as Sheridan had done from memory several weeks before. How He Identified a Precious Pair. Sheridan's friends love to tell how he identified Mott Haven Bed and Frank Codd. They had been taken In by chance on the Bowery In New York, and when the precious pair were stood up the next day no one knew them, so they went onto Sheridan. "That's Mott Haven Bed, alias Joe Fay," said Sheridan Instantly. "I saw his picture ten years ago. lie got nine years and eight months In Dannemora for blowing tip a safe of the Standard Oil company in Syracuse." The prisoner stoutly denied his iden tity, whereupon Sheridan said to a de tective: "Bull up h'- sleeve and you'll find 'W. I. U.' xied on his right fore arm." The letters were there. "Now look on his right hand and see If the cord on the little finger has not been shortened." said Sheridan, and It was. That was too much for Mott Haven Bed. and he confessed his iden tity. That is but one Instance In many which the detectives recall in Illus trating Sheridan's wonderful faculty. He Lived Well. He—Yes, he lives on the fat of the land. She—What Is he? He—An anti fat medicine manufacturer. Comic Cuts. Plan to Mark a Republic's Crntertary. The 100,000 British residents of Ar gentina have decided to erect a memo- Hal clock tower on some prominent site In Buenos Aires, to mark the first centenary of Argentine Independence, In 1910. A monument will be erected by the Spanish community In Argen tina—a large and wealthy body—while the French. Italian and other foreign elements hare similar plans on foot. JOY OF LIVING WITHOUT COOKS Carthage Woman's Scheme to Solve Servant Problem. URGE ROOM FOR CHILDREN. A House Has Been Rented and a Co operative Kitchen Established Wher* the Members Go Daily For Meals and Share the Expense. The co-operative kitchen founded recently by women in Carthage, Mo., has passed the experimental stage and will uow become a permanent institu tion. A number of women who had been troubled by the servant problem de cided a few mouths ago to pool their interests, or. rather, troubles, and en deavor by their combined efforts to secure servants and gratify their ap petites without contaminating the feminine portion of their several fam ilies with the odor of the kitchen. Many were skeptical when the Idea of the undertaking was first suggested, but those even most positive of the failure of the undertaking have now applied for admission to the dreamful kitchen, where servant troubles are only horrid nightmares, meals the regular order and contentment reigns supreme. Furnished Their Own Tables. It was decided to lease the Johns residence on South Garrison street and convert it into the co-operative kitch- | en. The large music room and the two : smaller rooms were made the dining rooms. Each family furnished its own table and chairs, and every one chip ped into furnish the kitchen and sec ond floor, where one large room is used for the children. A nurse is always waiting to take the crying baby while the old folks are enjoying their meal. The balance of the second floor Is used as the servants' quarters. A regular menu is served, but should any family wish something special it Is bought and charged extra. Mrs. John C. McGeo, a leader in CartNage society, has been appointed to super vise the cooking and to act as man ager of the Institution. Each member bears her pro rata of the expense. An Opportunity For Gossip. The social side of the kitchen is one of the most pleasant. All of the mem bers are friends, so an exchange of greetings—and possible gossip—thrice daily Is not to be despised by the wo men, while the husbands may discuss the latest news of the north pole and the probable weight of Jim Jeffries at the time he goes Into the ring. The children of"the kitchen," of whom, by the way, there are a great many, can visit and play on the lawn. But. whatever the minor virtues of the kitchen may be, the good meals, served by neatly dressed girls, prove the greatest and most brilliantly en joyable feature of the institution. MOSBY FLAYS rCOTBALL Confederate Chieftain Considers thi Game Worse Than Warfare. Colonel John S. Mosby, the fatuous Confederate partisan chieftain ant) alumnus of the University of Virginia who denounced football the other daj in a remarkable Interview in which he compares tiie game to actual warfare to the detriment of the former, main tains that the great number of fatali ties represents so many murders. "I have read with indignation min gled with sorrow the account of the murder of young Christian, a student of tiie University of Virginia, in a foot ball game in Washington with George town university," said Colonel Mosby "1 use the word murder advisedly—the killing was not an accident. The very fact that a university surgeon went on with the team shows that they were going to war. They neglected, how ever, to provide an ambulance to carry off the wounded. "I hope if this barbarous amuse ment is continued the board of visitors will require it to be conducted in ac cordance with the regulations of mod ern war. "Some years ago 1 expressed to Dr. E. A. Alderman, president of the unl rorsity. my objection to football be muse it was not a recreation for stu lents. because many were making it a profession, because it developed the brut.ul Instim is of our nature and be ruu-e it sh.'in.i lie no p:trl of the cur riculum .>! i.ie university. A student who has 1,1-oKvn somebody's uosvj at football stands higher than a master of arts. A mi:n ought not togo to col lege to leant to be a circus rider or a prizefighter. "l)r. Alderman says there is great danger to life and limb in football and that the danger must be eliminated before it can be played any more. But If the danger Is eliminated nothing will be left of the game. The danger is not only the chief but the only attraction to the mob that gathers to witness it. "The defenders of such sport say 'it develops the manhood of youth.' 1 deny It, unless by mauhood they mean physical strength. My idea of maft- j hood Is a sense of honor and courage, and such qualities may exist in a weak body. "The difference between the past and the present In great American uni versities is the distance between "Stonewall" Jackson and John L. Sul livan. Football simply develops the brute dormant in human nature and puts the player on a level with an Es kimo or a polar bear. "Napoleon once said, 'Scratch a Itus slan and you find a Tartar,' implying that liussiau civilization was only skin deep If the university is a fair rep resentative I fear that the same sar casm equally applies in Virginia. My observation has been that athletes be long, as a rnle, to that class who are invincible in pence and Invisible in war." God grants liberty ouly to those who love it and are always ready to guard and defend it.—Webster. A SINGULAR MISTAKE How a Man Was Annoyed by Congratulations. By ADDISON HOWARD GIBSON. (Copyright, lyuy, by American Fresa Asso ciation^ For two days a handsome young bachelor of St. Louis had neeu greatly annoyed by such telegrams as these: •'ls It a girl or a boy?" "Singleton, you happy rascal!" "We hope the father will survive the ordeal." Last, but not least, "1 am coming to morrow. Elma." "You are. are you?" he vociferated, pacing the room with angry strides. "I'll see about that!" While this Irate gentleman sat In his pleasant bachelor apartments, striving ' as best he might to forget the annoy ances of the past two days, a young lady of nineteen drove up to his door. "This is Mr. Singleton's, miss. Shall j 1 go and ring for you?" "No, thank you." And, dismissing the cab, she eutered the gate and walked toward the house. She was surprised at the excellent taste dis played iu the selection and arrange ment of the plants and shrubs which beautified the spacious grounds. "There is some misunderstanding," she murmured, "or papa would never have opposed tile match so strongly, for Mr. Singleton is evidently a man of means. I'm glad Stella has such a delightful home, and, thank God, papa has relented and sent me forth with the olive branch." A servant appeared in answer to her ring, and she inquired, "Is Mr. Single ton at home?" "Yes, ma'am; he's in the library." "Conduct me to him at once, please." Half reluctantly the fellow showed her down the wide hall and tapped at tiie library door. "What's wanted?" demanded a deep voice from within. "Tell him It's Elma who has come," she explained to the man who had given lier a questioning glance. "She says she's Lima and wishes to see you." "Who?" cried the young man. mak ing tio movement toward rising aud opening the door. "Never mind," said the girl, her hand turning the knob, "I'll announce ray | "WHY, 1 M ELMA," SHE ANNOUNCED IM PULSIVELY. i self. He's never seen me, but he will know who 1 am iti a moment, I think.' 1 The surprised servant walked away, aud Elma Weston opened the door for I herself. She paused on the threshold and looked halt timidly at the hand some mau who was reclining on a sofa near an open window, lie arose at ouce aud regarded uer curiously with Ills tine dark eyes. "You are. Mr. Singleton?" she ques tioned. with a degree of nervousness foreign to her character. "1 am," he returned, "and you"— "Can't you guess?" with a most be witching smile. "1 never was good at guessing," he replied somewhat sardonically. "Why, I'm Elma." she announced impulsively, rushing to his side and possessing herself of his hand. "Oh, you are!" ho responded, with exasperating coolness, though he did not withdraw his hand. "Yes. and 1 started to you aud Stella just as soon ns we received your tele gram." she went ou. "1 sent you word 1 was coming. Didn't you get my mes sage?" "1 have a rather vivid impression that 1 did," he returned, gazing In ad miration upon the flushed face. "And we are going to lie friends now. are we not?" And there was a pleading look in the violet eyes raised to his own. "I hope so," he could not help say ing. "Oh, you make me so happy! You know,l was awny at school when you and Stella elo—when it happened. Papa was very angry and unjust, I know, but when you sent us that tele gram he relented right away. He could not come himself on account of n wretched attack of rheumatism, so he dispatched me on the first trniu ai bearer of the branch of peace. 1 know I shall love you as a brother. But 4 how Is dear Stella? And tbat darling baby boy? I'm dying to see them!" Fred Singleton was strongly tempted to keep up the deception Just for the sake of retaining that little soft band longer in his own, But he was an honorable man, and from the girl's speech he had been gathering ma terials which would help to solve the mystery that for the past few days had been the cause of so much an noyance. So he said: "Excuse me, but there Is some mis take here. I am F. U. Singleton, It Is true, but not the one you are seeking and for whom these messages were evidently I mended " And, drawing a handful ol dispatches from his pocket, be spread them open before his vis itor, explaining as well as he could how they had fallen into his hands. At first Klnm Wesion was unable to comprehend what Had occurred. When, however, a clear understanding ot itia situation did liurst upon tier she was so overwhelmed witti disappointmeut and chagrin that her eyes Oiled with tears. "1 tun so sorry, sir.' she tried to apologize in a low quavering voles strongly in contrast with tier former bantering tone, "that you have tieei» subjected to so much annoyance ou-* on our account.' "Please don't think of it,"he has tened to say. '"1 hat is ot small mo ment. I am only annoyed that yon should be so disappointed." "Yon ore very kind.' she murmured, moving toward the door. He followed her. "I beg your pardon." he said, "but If you will permit me I shall be pleased to assist you in finding this namesaka of mine." "Thank you, sir." she replied, het eyes refusing to meet his, so great was her embarrassment. "Although lama total stranger here. I could uot think of troubling you further.' "It is a singular coincidence that there should be another ot my name in the city and no one have any knowledge of him." continued the gen tleman as he stood with tier by the library door, hat in hand, ready to render service. "It is indeed singular, 1 ' responded the girl. "I can't understand It. Hut siuce you are kind enough to otter as sistance and as yon have been me chief victim mi explanation is due you, which I shall be glad to give. "While I was at school last year my sister, Stella Weston, was the guest ot an autit in New Jersey. J here she be came attached to a voting man ot the name of F. 11. Singleton, lie was only a poor writer, and luy aunt, who is wealthy and had higher ambitions for her handsome niece, opposed the match. My lather through her influ ence refused his consent in language which aroused my sister's high strung nature. She detied them both, ran ' away and was married to her writer lover. Father refused to forgive them until three days ago. when we receiv -1 ed a telegram from this place annouue : ing the arrival of a grandson who waa I to be given his name. This immedl ; ately brought about a reconciliation. J 1 know comparatively nothing of my I brotber-in-iaw, so 1 hope you will for ! give my mistake." Just at this moment there was a I sharp ring at the door, and at once I the servant ushered in u young mau j whom Mr. Singleton instantly recog* nlzed as one ot the telegraph clerks. "There have been some mistake# made in the office." he begau. "Cer tain dispatches delivered to you were j meant for another F. 11. Singletoii. So | lives ou a farm four miles out of tb» j city, and, being a newcomer, none ot j us knew him. 1 have come to ask you } to be kind enough to overlook tb»» j blunder If you can." "Certainly. But how did you disco v. I er the mistake dually?" "This other Mr. Singleton is at the i office now waiting for replies that I have been delivered to you." "All right. This lady and I will ae j company you back and see if we all together cannot bring order out of j chaos." Elma found her sister's husband at j the station, and full explanations and 1 introductions followed. She was drtv* 1 en to the fine old farm, which he bad 1 recently Inherited from a deceased un-. ! cle. Stellu was delighted ai the unej». 1 pected arrival of Elma. The wonderj 1 ful baby, who had been the uncou j scious cause of no little embarrass ! ment to his lovely "aunty," was j speedily forgiven and petted an-1 ca j ressed to the satisfaction of all , cerued. I Although II has been impossible up to date for the two Singletons to prove j themselves kinsmen, they are great J friends. The business one in the city frequently drives out to the farm, os ! tensibly to discuss the other's double | Interests, agriculture and literature. But his real object is to place himself as often as possible in the company of sweet Elma W eston, who cannot makt» up her tnind to leave that retnarkablt* baby. i "Elma." he pleaded one evening after their acquaintance had continued for several weeks, "can't you guess my secret?" "I never was good at guessing, Mr. Singleton," she retaliated. "I don't believe In secrels anyway. Did vou ever know a woman who did.?" with an arch smile. "1 don't think I ever did." he admit ted. taking her hand, "aud neither do 1. so I'll keep this no longer. 1 lovt> you very dearly. Elma. Do you Ilk® ray secret?" "I—l—think 1 do." she replied, wit I drooping eyes. "Then, darling, you will be my wife?" The answer was spoken very low but It must have been perfectly satis factory to this F. 11. Singleton judg i Ing from the promptness with whlcS he clasped her in his arms. in BTi A Reliable TO SHOP Tor all kind of Tin Roofing, Spoutlne nnd General Job Work. Stoves, Heatere, Ranf*s, Furnaces, eto. 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