THE FOUR WINDS.
Wind of the North,
Wind of the Norland snows,
Wind of the winnowed skies and sharp, clear
a great wrong to the other. She put A Daring Feat. A Bandit’s Las. Fight.
out her hand and Croft took it with
firm gentleness.
“You always were a good little girl,
Ethel I”
*
He has known the family since she
was a child. It was he who suggested
to Mrs. Ritchey that perhaps I could
paint the portrait she wanted of her
daughter. He said she was the most
beautiful creature in the world, And
she is, she is! Did you see her well,
Lavinia ?. She is perfect, perfect!”
Capture of a French General by a
Young English Officer.
Penora HE: allan, Jauregui, the Scourge of Jalisco, Con-
~~ : quered at Lust, :
Bellefonte, Pa., April 10, 189I.
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stars—
Blow cold and keen across the naked hills,
And crisp the lowland pools with erystal films, An English exchange hus at this late
And blur the casement-squares with glitter | day discovered authority for an incident
IDE Joa of the Battle of Waterloo that has prob-
But go Bot nearimiy love: ab y never been in print. It says:
During the last six months the State
of Jalisco, Mexico, has been the field of
operation for that unscrupulous bandit,
Demetrio Jauregui. The =zuthorities
* * * * *
“There should certainly be one it-
APRIL. : .
ting more, at least, Ethel,” urged Mrs.
ui pr a Rowen ied He stopped with glowing eyes. ©. Ritchey. : ’ Wind of the West, « s The only prisoner made by the En- | bave made many efforts to put a stop to
Out in the garden by the wall “Yes, I saw her,” answered Lavinia. No, mama. It is really not neces: Wind of the few; ar clouds, ¢ lands— | glish reserve at Waterloo was a French | the robberies and murders which Jaure-
Beneath the ivy vine. The door opened and she went rather | sary. Nise Die old ii] Sn gid and | General, whose capture was due to the | gui and bis band have been committing,
Mrs. Ritchey had never quite under-
stood her daughter; nevertheless she
was apt to give away before what she
termed Ethel’s quiet obstinacy.
“Very well. [should suppose you
would like to have the portrait perfect-
ly finished and complete. But you are
a queer girl. I wish you were not!”
Left alone, Ethel sat down rather
wearily. Was she queer? Ah, well,
it did not matter much. Nothing mat-
tered much, except the keeping of this
one resolution. She must never again
see Roderick Roth if she could avoid
it; never allow him to see her. For
he loved her—he loved her! That bit-
but in spite of these efforts burglaries,
abductions, and murders by the score,
were committed by the daring despera-
do, according to the Mexican newspa-
ers. .
P Things fiinally came to a such a pass
that the people of Jalisco grew desper-
ate, and decided that a supreme effort
must be made to rid the counsy of Jaur-
egui. Accordingly a company of infan-
try was put in readiness to pursue Jaure-
gui at » moment’s notice and capture
him and his band.
The soldiers did not have long to wait,
for they were soon informed that Jaure-
gui intended to rob the plantation of
El Carrizo. The chief of gendarmerie
quickly in,
She did not usually take leave of
him thus abruptly, and as Roderick
retraced his steps along the moist,
black pavement he wondered a little.
Had he offended Lavinia? Could it
be thatshe was hurt at the enthusiasm
with which he had spoken of that
beautiful young girl? Impossible!
Lavinia was the largest-hearted, and
noblest of women. She was incapable
of a small, a suspicious or a jealous
thought.
Several times during the evening, al-
though his studio was again invaded
by a coming and going, a pushing and
cool head and stout heart of a young
brigade Major, anxious for an advan-
ture.
During the battle several regiments of
cavalry and infantry were kept in re-
serve, under a heavy fire from the French
guns. Great was the havoe and neith-
er men nor horses relished the passive
attitude to which they were condem-
ned.
While a group of young officers in
front of the left wing of the reserve,
were discussing the situation, their at-
tention was attracted toa French gener-
al and his staff, all on horseback, who
were looking through their glasses at
the Englishmen. One of the group was
The boxwood bush would have to stay;
The daily rose bush too ;
But for the rest they’d let me plant
Just as 1 chose to do.
ns,
And Bo the blue spaces of the heavens,
And sway the grasses and the mountain pines,
But let my dear one rest.
Wind of the East,
Wind of the sunrise seas,
Wind of the clinging mists and gray, harsh
rains—
Blow moist and chill across the wastes of brine,
And shut the sun out, and the moon and stars.
And lash the boughs against the dripping
eaves,
Yet keep thou from my love.
Though not a daffodil was up
The garden smelled of spring,
And in the trees beyond the wall
I heard the blackbirds sing.
I worked there all the afternoon;
The sun shone warm and still ;
1 set it thick with flower seeds
And roots of daffodil.
And all the while I dug, I planned,
That, when my flowers grew,
I'd train them in a lovely bower,
And cut a window through ;
But thou, sweet wind !
Wind of the fragrant South,
Wind from the bhwers of jasmine and of rose—
Over magnolia glooms and lilied lakes
And flowering forest come with dewy wings,
And stir the petals at her feet, and kiss
The visitors who drove from town The low mound where she lies.
Would come out there to see;
Perhaps I'd give them each a bunch,
And then how pleased they’d be !
I made my plans—and then for weeks
Forgot my roots and seeds,
80 when I came that way again
They all were choked with weeds.
—K. Pyle, in April St. Nicholas,
RR RRA,
talking throng, a vision of the faultless
face under the brim of the large hat
zose up before Roderick’s mental eye,
and his fancy busily worked at the
{pose he should give it, the light he
should bring to bear upon it.
When everyone had gone and the
studio was dim and quiet he chose a
ter-sweet thought made a tumult in
her veins, however much she might
try to drown it. They had never been
alone together; he had never spoken a
word that the whole world might not
have heard; he had neyer looked at
her but a guard had been on his glance,
that it might do nu injustice to the wo-
Sguelched the Gay Traveler.
“That ‘freshness’ sometimes gets its ree
ward,” said William H. Hunt, a guest
at Huft’s,” was never so unmistakably
demonstrated as in an occurrence which
Captain Halkett, a young
mounted a thoroughbred.
he exclaimed :—“I’ll lay any one £5
that I will bring that French general
over here dead or alive.
my bet ?”’
several officers.
The captain examined the saddle
“Done, done!” shouted
was authorized to station his forces in
the vicinity of the plantation and to
capture the bandits, alive if possible.
While Col. Jurrea and Lieut. Celso
Gomez of the Seventh Infantry were
stationed with their soldiers in the vie-
inity of the plantation, they saw Juure-
gui and his band of six men entering
brigade major
Suddenly
Who'll take
took place on the through train of the
Vandalia railroad yesterday. The facts
are these :
‘As the train approached Indianapo-
lis all the seats in the car were occupied
except two. A lady sat in one ard a
man from the west, with a big sombrero
occupied the other. He was a fine-
looking, manly fellow and was taken by
those around him for a lawyer.
“When the train stopped at Indiana-
polis an unattractive drummer got on
THE PORTRAIT. the residence of the owner, whose name
is not given in the reports of the affair.
The soldiers at once surrounded the
house and demanded the surrender of
Jauregui’s party. This demand was
answered by a murderous volley of bul-
lets from the repeating rifles of the
bandits. The soldiers at once returned
the fire. The shooting continued till
nightfall, when the bandits ceased fir-
ing. By this time the soldiers, who
man who had a sacred claim to all
his truth and allegiance. Yet he lov-
ed her! And Ethel knew it, as the
blind may know when the sun shines.
As she sat there, fighting her first
grievous battle in the deeps of her soul,
a servant came quietly in.
“There is a lady, miss, who would
like to see you. She did not give me
a card nor yet her name.”
When Ethel first entered the room
canvas and placed it on his easel and
for a moment stood lost in thought.
He aroused himself from his reverie
with a light sigh.
¥ °% Tu
girths and his pistols. Then, shouting
“Good-by I” and putting spurs to his
horse, he dashed at a furious pace across
the plain between the British and
French lines. His comrades followed
him with their glasses, not speaking a
word. The Frenchmen opposite seemed
puzzled. Believing that the English-
man’s horse had bolted and that the rid-
er had lost control of him, they opened
their ranks to let the runaway through.
BY EVELYN THORP.
It was a February day without ; but
within the high, wide studio building
there was color in plenty and meve-
ment, and an animated hum of voices.
It was an artist's reception. All ‘the
studios were open and in all there was
a crowd. Buatin none was there so
* * *
“Yes,” said Croft, “You have made
a great success of it, Roth, a great suc-
cess. It's your best portrait. I don’t
know but that it is your very best
work.” He glanced trom the canvas
on the easel to the original of the por-
great a crowd as in Roderick Roth's trait : : the car. He sized up the situation at a | Halkett steered his steed so as to graze | Were convinced that discretion was the
) : and as the glance lett Ethel | she did not recognize the ficure that | the p : ] ; ; ys
Studio. For Boderick Roth was talk. Ritchey's face it sought that of Roder- | half rose at her appearance. Then the | glance. The lady was pretty, that set- | the mounted general on the right side. | better pont of valor, Aging » Hil till
ed about; talked about incessantly. 1 full light touched her face tled it. Without even asking permis- | At that instant he put his arm around | morning before reopening the battle.
ick, standing beside him.
“Ah!” said Croft to himself. “Ah!”
“Will there be many more sittings
needed, Mr. Roth?’ remarked Mrs.
Ritchey, her gratified smile beaming
patronizingly on the artist between the
two big diamonds in her ears. “It
wouid be a great pity not to have the
picture quite perfect. It is such a
very, very good likeness.”
“Three or four more sittings,” mur-
mured Roth. He spoke a trifle hoarse-
ly and busied himself with his brushes
and paint tubes.
That evening Croft dined at Mrs.
Ritchey’s house. He was a very quiet
man. All animation in him seemed
centred in his shrewd, observant eyes.
“Yes,” he remarked, as hesat a lit-
tle apart with Ethel in the course of
the evening, “Roderick Roth has a
great future before him. I cannot but
feel it to be a pity that he should be
bound by this engagement to Miss
Peck, although it is one of those things
that seem predestined and unavoidable.
Any marri ge, however, wouid be
hampering, perhaps, at the very outset
of his artistic career. And in this case,
of course, the disparity of years—"
In the moment's silence that follow-
ed upon his words he could feel the
The following morning, however, the
soldiers, led by Col. Jurrea, effected an
entrance to the house and there found
six of the bandits dead. Their leader
on seeing the soldiers, fled to the attic
and barricaded the door. He was fol-
lowed by two soldiers. One of these was
killed instantly by a ballet from the
bandit chiéf. The other quickly fired
at the jport hole from which came the
bullet which had killed his cou panion,
and his shot was answered by a groan
that showed that it had been effec-
tive.
Thinking that the coast was clear, the
soldiers made their way to the attic and
found the bandit chief lying on the floor
behind an old bed. He was nearly ex-
hausted from loss of blood, but he man-
aged to hold a large revolver in each
hand and at once opened fire.
Suddenly he fell back apparently un-
c¢ nscious. A soldier went forward and
bent over the old bandit to see if there
were any traces of lite, when with a
mighty effort Jauregui raised himself to
a sitting posture, shot the soldier through
the heart and then died. :
In this battle four soldiers were killed
outright and eleven were wounded, son e
of them mortally. The bandits who ac-
companied Jauregui were Melquiades
Jauregui, a brother of the chief ; Man-
the Frenchman’s waist, lifted him bod-
ily out of the saddle, and, throwing him
over his own horses neck, turned sharp
and made for the English lines. When
the general’s staff realized the meaning
of the bold rider they dashed after him,
but he had a good start and not a
Frenchman dared to ire for tear of hit-
ting the general.
Half a squad of English dragoons,
seeing Halkett chased by a dozen French
officers, charged them. They opened
their ranks to let Halkett thrcugh,
closed them up again the moment he
was in the rear, and: then forced the
Frenchmen t> turn swiftly and seek
shelter under their own guns. Amid
the maddest cheering Halkett stopped
in front of the British lines, with the
general half dead, but securely clasped
in his strong arms. He jumped from his
horse, apologized to his “prisoner for the
unceremonious way in which he had
béen handled, and, in reply to the con-
gratulations of his comrades, he said,
simply, “Praise my horse, not me.”
The captured general was treated with
the utmost courtesy and consideration.
CHAE RSI.
“Pay John Williams.”
There bad been ne such original work
shown as his had been, that year or
any year. It had the touch of genius.
Roderick Roth was a star of the first
magnitude just breaking upon the hori-
zon. People wanted to see him. Of
course, his studie was besieged.
There were those who looked at him
quite a8 much as they looked :at his
two or three exhibited pictnres; and
quite asad miringly. He was like the
figure of some youthful Viking, with
eyes as blue as seas in Sammer and a
yellow mane against his velveteen coat
collar.
Some of Roderick Roth's fellow-art-
ists arched their lips at the yellow
mane. They pronounced it, among
themselves, a pose. But prejudice
alone.could not have found Roderick
Roth guilty ofany pose whatever, once
it had seen one of his frank smiles.
This young man, who measured six
foot two and was so athletically deep
of chest and wide of shoulder, had a
most disarmingly sunny, and honest,
and good-tempered, and gently smile.
It was quite free from any arfifee. It
was the sort of smile that on a man’s
lips eauses the mothers of daughters to
wish that “they might have such a
sion he sat down by her side and at once
began to make himself agreeable.
“She tried to avoid him and looked
out ot the window, but the fellow’s gall
was immaculate, and he maintained the
one-sided conversation.
“The western man was calmly watch-
Lavinia Peck |
Forty, perhaps, she was, but to-day
she looked many years more. She
was a woman without any sort of as-
surance, either of speech or manner.
Even at this moment. the most critical
of her life, she had no outward dignity ing the proceedings and stood it as long
save that which comes from simplicity. as he could. Going up to the lady he
She might be a heroine wearing a |geiq .
crown of thorns as sharp as ever stung «Madam, I see you are annoyed.
a martyr’s flesh, but in aspect she was | Would you not prefer to have my
ouly a faded little spinster in an un- | geat 7”
modish bonnet and with nervously “Oh, thank you,’ she replied, ‘cer-
twitching hands. tainly,” and the big man helped her to
“I wanted to see you,” she began ; | transfer her valise while the passengers
her voice died away, but she rallied | tittered at the drummer’s discomfiture.
and commenced anew : “Perhaps you | “The latter was boiling over, but kept
will think it strange, what I am going his wrath until the train reached Terra
to say. But it seems best. Perhaps Haute, and then he demanded satisfac-
you did not know that I. was engaged | tion for the insult. The words were
to Mr. Roth?" scarcely out of his mouth betore the
“I did not know it until yesterday.” | Western man banged ais = Bs i
“I was engaged to him three years vl a oo oot’ licked him
35h: Juuidmes seers > Vegas pen “Stand back,’ yelled some of the tick-
though, of course, people might thin led passengers. ‘Kick him harder,
it strange. We understand each other they shouted together, and that drum-
very well. I thiuk he was fond of me.
: ; mer finally sneaked away to escape
Yes, T think he was. But—all is past | f, 4 ep punishment, a wiser and sadder
now.” She suddenly lifted her eyes to
man.
Ethel’s pale, beautiful fice. “Roder- “Hverybodv wanted to know who the
ick loves you.”
western man was. He turned out to be
At a prayer-meeting “down East” a
man noted for his failures to meet busi-
n-in-law 1” SL 2 Sp i :
Bo ans nite surely with no such | ¢hange that came over the face of the “No, nol” ; Philip Hoffman, of Leavenworth, Kan- | ness obligations, arose to speak. The gel and Pris Gatherser, Florencio
sentiment Ere SE Mrs Ritchey girl. He purposely avoided looking up Lavinia Peck went on with growing | sas, where he is engaged in the general subject was: “What shall I do to be aga wo Pie Yio i nt
) ovely! . ! i . i ined. iet. contracting business. He was much fsaved?” He commenced slowly t 201 aa 0w ie Deople o
now stood, smiling also on her side, to see it. It was as he had imagined. | quiet Oi g 3 OLY YO | Falison are breathing more freely than
quote the words: “What shall I do to
The tie that bound Roderick to Lavi-
be saved?” He paused, looked around,
nia Peck had not once been suspected
praised for his action and was cordially
“Yes; it isso. I felt that it would
greeted by the passengers, which shows
be, the first day. He could not hide it they were a month ago.
and beniguly, in front of the young
man.
“The sittings may be arranged to
suit your own convenience, of course,
Mr. Roth. Ishould like them to be-
gin as soon as possible, however, as the
portrait is destined for a certain pur-
pose, at a certain time. By the by,
by her. Croft was just enough to ex-
onerate Roth from blame in thissecrecy.
It had probably seemed impossible to
him that this beautitul young woman
of fashion could be interested in any-
thing concerning him. He had not
mentioned his engagement becanse he
from me, though he has always tried.
He would marry me to-morrow and be
a good husband, and just because I
happened to be a friend to him once.
Bat I see now that it is all a mistake.
That is all I wanted to tell you. He
is quite free.”
that ‘freshness’ and impropriety do not
always win.”
Pedagogue Presidents.
Andrew Jackson did not teach school
in his youth. He studied some law in
and said again: “What
be saved?’ Again, with
tone, he repeated the question of questions
when a voice from the
clear and distinct tones, replied: ~ “Go
and pay John Williams
of oxen.”
Jauregui’s band was one of the worst
that has ever visited the state of Jal-
18¢o. :
One of the outlaws’s favorite schemes
was to surround the house of wealthy
planters in the middle of the night and
demand large sums of money, valuable
horses, and in fact, any articles that
shall T do to
more solemn
assembly, in
for that yoke
Theincident stirs upa solemn thought.
A great many people before they can
be saved, or guide others to the Savior,
will bave to “go and pay John Will-
iams” the money they honestly owe
him. Shrewed tricksters in the marts : :
of the world are not shrewd enough to orbitant ransota was paid.
be dishonest at heart and retain the fav- Tee
orf God, who “loves purity in the in- A Fool's Advice.
ward parts.” Neither can a hope of the
world to come be like a sheet-anchor in
the soul of any one who robs God by be-
ing dlshonst to his fellowman.
Thousands read no other Bible than
the hives of those who profess to be fol-
lowing its precepts in their daily lives.
The greatest need of the church ‘is true,
pure, upright hving—¢living epistles,
known and read of all men.” The
square man is the best shape. The tree
is known by its fruit. “Go and pay
John Williams.” — Mid-Continent.
CT ——
CAROMEL CUSTARD.—A quart of
milk, a scant teaspoonful of salt, five
egas five dessertspoonfuls of sugar and a
teaspoonful of vanilla. Bake in a mod-
erate oven,in a buttered dish, and set in
a pail of boiling water until, trying it
with a spoon, you find it firm in the
centre. When quite cold run a knife
Western North Carolina and then cross
ed the mountains and located at what
is now Nashville, Tenn., then a frontier
settlement surrounded by Indiens. Mil-
lard Fillmore, who was elected Vice-
Pr sident and became President by the
death of President Taylor, taught school
while studying law. Franklin Pierce
also taught school for a few months
while at college, James A. Garfield
was a teacher in a country school dur-
ing the winter of 1849-50, after his first
term in the seminary at Chester. He
taught classes at Hiram College during
his student course there, and after tak-
ing an additional course at Williams
College he became a professor in the Hi-
ram Institution. The next year, 1857,
at the age of twenty-six, he was made
president of this college, which position
he held until he entered the army in
1861. Chester A. Arthur supported
himself in part during his college course
by teaching, and after his graduation
continued in that occupation several
years, meanwhile devoting himself to
the study of law. Grover Cleveland al-
so taught for a time, becoming in his
seventeenth year a clerk and assistant
teacher in the New York Institution for
the Blind in New York City, in which
you have not seen your sitter yet.
Ethel.”
Mrs. Ritchey turned, seeking at her
elbow the daugther who, however, had
become a little separate from her in
the crowd.
“Ethel, this is Mr. Roth, He is go-
ing to paint your porirait.”
Roderiek looked at the young girl
and ~aught his breath a little. She
must have ‘been quite accustomed to
such admiration ere now, yet she
changed color slightly, Mrs. Ritchey
saw that Ethel had made a profound
impression and was amused and gratifi-
ed. Of course, an artist, of all men,
would be struck with Ethel’s beauty.
He would appreciate it at its full worth.
The mother felt that she had presented
this rising Velasquez with a model
magnificently fit to inspire his art.
“He seems a nice, unpretentious
young man, ¢00,” said she as they
drove home.
“Not spoiled by his success at all.
And his work is” certainly very fine.
I wonder who the prim, el {erly woman
was who sat near him and out of the
crowd a little. She appeared to be-
long to him, somehow. She didn’t
She rose and Ethel rose too. In a
novel the girl would have thrown her-
self into this poor woman's arms, Bat
real life witnesses no such scenes be-
tween women. Ethel could not speak.
She dared not even put out her hand.
ly. Though he had discovered her Yet each knew what was in the oth-
secrets,he was capable of hiding it w:Il. | er's heart.
Beneatn that exquisite exterior there ® oF * » ® 5
was a supple, flexible moral strength, | Perhaps that meeting with Ethel had
like the strength of a delicate steel | been the bitterest phase in all Lavinia
blade. Poor, proud child! She had | Peck’s sacrifice. When she left Mrs.
been foolish enough—the world would | Ritchey’s house she knew that the last
call it folly—to lose her heart to the | step was consummated. To Roderick,
young artist, and now she must suffer. [ the man she had loved so well and re.
But Croft knew that she would suffer | nounced so nobly, she could not speak,
bravely. but she had written; and when she
“Ah, well, simply enough, poor fel- | Was gone the letter, according to the
low,” he replied. “She usedjto keep the | order she had left, was taken to him.
boarding-house where Roderick took An hour later Roderick Roth, white
a room. That was some years ago. It | and trembling, burst into Croft's room.
was a little room, but Roderick could Hs Aeog be letter on the table.
not pay for it. He painted night and ead it." :
La bare loft et he | Croft read it slowly, then folded it
found no purchasers for his work. | anu put it back in its envelope. ;
Roderick would sacrifice his art to | ‘‘Well—sheisa noble woman I”
nothing, you know. He might have | “Noble! Oh, Croft, I can’t bear it!
daubed pot-boilers and sold hem, but | She shames me; she shames me!
be wouldn't. He preferred to die. And | What would have become of me had
had never mentioned any personal mat-
ter whatever betore her.
“How did such an engagement come
about?”
Ethel Ritchey had commanded her-
self quicsly. Croft knew her thorough-
might be of value to the bandits. If
these demands were refused the ban-
dits would sometimes murder the plan-
ter and at other times they would make
him a prisoner and hold him till an ex-
Pointed Paragraphs that May Be Bene-
Jicially Constructed.
When the barking dog stops barking,
look out ior him.
If you monkey wifh the buzz-saw,
do it with a monkey-wrench.
Don’t get bitten and then you won’t
need any of the hair of the dog.
Never marry a cross-eyed woman ;
you can’t tell whether she is going to
strike or kick.
Never do to-day what some one else
will do for you to-morrow.
If you expect to travel zig-zag, don’t
take that long lane that has no turn.
Don’t be too good ; remember that it
is the prodigal son who gets the fattened
calf. :
A woman’s haste is the thief of time,
So never go shopping with one when
: ; i I” | his elder brother, William Cleveland you're in a burry.
look old en £ when things got very bad he did pre- | it not been for her? And now, now is e ) eveland, ! : :
> oi ough sols iiymathen) in are to die. Hes a the last re of | Croft reflected a moment. was a teacher. He held that position | 2round the edge and turn the custard | * py throw physic to the dogs; it
it, or an older sister, perhaps. But | P . p p out into a shallow dish. Pour the sauce might poison them. Keep it until
“I know how you must feel, Roder-
ick, But—undoubtedly it is the best.
It seems brutal to say so, and yet the
engagement was a mistake. Yes, a
money in his pocket for landanum nearly two years.—S¢, Louis Republic.
enough to kili ten men, Yes. This is
a sad chapter in poor Roderick’s life.
You did not know that such things
around it. For the sauce stir a cupful
— of sugar over the fire until it is brown,
CroquerTES.—Boil a | but not burnt. Add a cup of boiling
water and cook slowly fifteen minutes.
there was no resemblance, eertainly !
He isa wonderfully good-looking young
man. And he has quite an air,”
moonlight nights and throw it to the
cats. ;
Don’t propose before your girl's little
MacARONT
“*Yes,” said Ethel Ritchey.
Meanwhile the afternoon had come
10 a close, the erowd had dispersed and
Roderick Roth, finding himself restor-
«ed to privacy, had turned to the wo-
aman whom Mes. Ritchey had noticed.
She had been sitting very quietly for a
ong time and she looked a little pale
and tired. She was not in any sense
pretty and probably had not been even
in her youth. She was now thirty-
eight or forty.
“I'm afraid you've been dreadfully
bored, Lavinia,” said Roderick cheer-
fully.
“Oh, no. I've been looking and—
and thinking. I think I'll go now.”
“Wait until T get my coat and hat.”
He disappeared in an inner room and
when he reappeared they went out to-
gether. He took her to her “home,”
which was a boarding-house on a quiet
block.
There was a fine mist in the air and
the street lamps twinlked, blurred and
sallow, through it. They walked along,
both rather silently, When Roderick
had rung the bell and while they were
waiting for the servant to answer it,
Roderick’s companion said :
“Are you going to paint that young
girl's portrait, Roderick, the one with
the large hat 2’ :
“Miss Ritchey? Yes. Croft was
telling me about her the other day.
actually occurred in real lite, Ethel?
Alas, they are all around us. But
they are not made for such hothouse
flowers as you to hear! Well, Lavinia
Peck discovered his intention. She
has lost her youth, and she is neither
pretty nor attrac'i e. But sheisa ie
ble, tender-hesrted woman. Perhaps
she loved him even then. In any case
she helped him. Roderick’s is one of
those rare natures which can accept
rare favors without loss of self-respect
He asked nothing but to be allowed to
paint, to work out his conceptions.
But he was grateful—profcundly, hon-
estly, loyally grateful. He could do
but one thing in return. And he did
it. Ife asked Lavinia Peck to marry
him. Now he has been famons a year.
But if one should ask me whether I !
think he has ever allowed himself to |
regret his engagement I should say no. |
Yes, be is a loyal fellow, is Roderick |
Roth.” |
When he stopped Ethel stcod up-
right, her hands tightly clasped before
him.
“Thank you for telling me,” she
said in a whisper. Her eyes shone.
“Thank you.”
There was no pretense at conceal
ment. She saw that this old and faith-
ful frien had read her soul and had
wished to warn her, to guard her from
mistake. You can’t make a marriage
like that right, gratitude or no grati-
tude. Yes, women are capable of no-
ble things. Ethel Ritchey would not
have stretched out her proud little fin-
ger to win you if she knew you were
bound to another woman.”
“Miss Ritchey?” The color flamed
up in Roderick’s face. “Lavinia thinks
that she, too—but no, na, it canaot
be!”
Croft nodded quietly.
“Well, Miss Peck is right. Ethel
Ritchey loves you.”
“Good God, man!” Roderick sprang
to his feet.
“Yes, and you can have her, even
though her mother may object a little
at first. Your being poor won't mat-
ter to Ethel, You will be rich enoagh
one of these days. Not that it would
make any difference with Ethel mn any
case. You may believe me, I know
her well.” Ie got up. “Yes, yes; go
on and be happy, both of you. Youth
—love! There is one season only for
them; enjoy them while you may.”
He smiled with a slight sigh at the
same time. “Poor Miss Peck knows
that now; and so does a man of my
age.”
Bat Roderick Roth stood there un-
heeding. Heaven had opened in a vis-
ion before his eyes.—N. V., Mercury.
third of a package of macaroni in salted
beciling water twenty minutes and cut it
into quarter-inch lengths. Melt in a
small saucepan a tablespoonful of but-
ter, add a tablespooutul of flour and
cook a minute, and add a cup anda
half of milk, two tablespoonfuls of grat-
ed cheese, salt and pepper. Cook two
minutes, stirring constantly, Remove
irom the fire and add the beaten yelk of
an egg. Cook a minute, but do not let
it boil. Stir in the macaroni and spread
the mixture in a buttered pan. When
it is cold shape into croquettes with a
knife and spoon, dip in cracker crumbs,
in beaten egg and in cracker crumbs
again, and fry.
Nor A Harp HINT TO TAKE. — Mr.
Faintheart—Are you fond of champagne
Miss Rosa ?
Miss Rosa—Moderately so, but what
I most admire about a bottle of cham-
pagne is the cork,
Mr. F.—Indeed! and for what rea-
son, pray ?
Miss R.——Oh, merely because it
go delightfully.
———
ONE oF THE Best MINDs -—Mr.
Jayne—Mrs. Clayton has one of the
best minds of any woman I know.
Mrs. Jayne—Best minds, indeed ! I
don’t see how you make that out.
pops
Mr. Jayne —She so perfectly minds
her own business. :
Cool it before using,
CREAMED POTATOES.
large potatoes, carefully
eves and specks ;® boil
salted water until perfectly done.
move at once from the water, put into
ths bowl with a quarter
butter, salt and pepper
cream.
immadiately.
With an ege-beater whip to a
cream, remove to a hot dish and serve
brother. “Little pitchers have big
ears,” but more than that, they usually
have a mouth to match the ears.
If you want a dollar, earn it ; if you
need a dollar, borrow it; but if you
want it bad, steal it——That’s bad.
Always talk with vour mouth, not
with your hands, head, or feet, for if
you do not—actions speak louder than
words —folks will have you arrested for
disturbing the peace.
It’s all very well to say “better is a
dinner of greens where love is than a
rib roast if batred be there.” You go
—Peel eight
removing all
quickly in
Re.
of a pound of
and a gill of
for the roast and maybe the greens will
BeeN THERE HIMseLr—A police | come on with the other vegetables. —-
man, who was investigating a dark hall | Tezqs Siftings.
way on Grand River avenue, heard Sn ————————
some one snoring in the
he rapped with his clu
out :
“Now, then, who is it ?”
“It’s me,” replied a voice, a3 tke snor-
ing ceased.
“Who's me ?”?
“Oh, I used to be on the poliee force.
Go along—-TIts all right.
room for one here ?’/
A ——————
It SEEMED STRANGE To HER.-— Wife
-—You don’t tell me that
has been struck dumb ?
Husband—Yes, last ni
Wife—Is it possible ?
struck dumb in ail seven ?
ght. And he
was master of seven languages.
darkness, and
‘WaY tHE Boy was DISCHARGED. -~
bh and called
Dr. Nostrum (to caller)—7Yes, sir. Our
testimonials are entirely voluntary.
They are merely the outpouring of
gratitude for health restored.
Office Boy—Man here to see you,
sir.
Dr. Nostrum— What does he want ?
Office Boy—He wants that $10 for the
last batch of testimonials he wrote, and
he says he’s tired of calling around for
his money.
Professor A. a
Toe Tura oF [r.—Mr. Walton—
Why do they call fishermen anglers ?
Mr. Hooke—Comes from the angle.
vou know Crooked. They never tell a
straight story about what they catch.
There's only
And was he