Bewsrnati atc,
Bellefonte, Pa., June 16, 1905.
A DIVIDED DUTY.
(Continued from last week.)
When Mrs. Keith had asked Constance
Fleming to come to her for an indefinite
stay, she bad anticipated no such awkward
complications as has arisen. Supposing
Dallas safe-guarded hy the last of series of
mild love affairs, she had never once
dreamed of such a state of things as his
confession revealed, and though she had
no intention of allowing it to interfere with
her arrangements, she sorrowed for the lad
as she ascended the stairs and turned her
steps toward the room where her eldest son
eat bending his scholarly faee over his
book.
‘‘Roger,’’ she began, as he arose to place
a chair for her, *‘I have come to tell you
my troubles. This yon will admit, isa
luxury in which I seldom indulge, so you
must be patient with me.’’ >
Roger smiled upon her from his impos-
ing height. The Keiths were all handsome
men, but the face of the eldest was per-
haps the finest and strongest of the three.
*‘Could anyone be less than patient with
you?’’ he said, gently.
*It seems Dallas could he—he has been
indeed,”’ the mother answered with a rue-
ful little laugh. ‘‘He ventured just now,
for the first time in his life, to question
my judgment, though I cannot quite
blame the lad. He fancies himself in love
with Constance’’—the man facing her
dozen in fact. Will you have them
all at once, or piecemeal to prolong the
pleasure?
Constance, sitting alone on the balcany in
the early twilight, smiled up at Dallas as
he oponchen looking very strong and
straight and bandsome in his riding
clathes. :
“I fear it doesn’t m atter,”’ she said.
‘‘My mail is not very interesting.’’
“This is from Lucy Lindsay announcing
the interesting fact that her little Lucy
has a new tooth. This is from the best of
brothers. This is from Kitty Hyde, who
wants my opinion as to whether she shall
be married in satin or chiffon; and this—?’
The Jast letter fell from her shaking
hand. Dallas, stooping to restore it noted,
involuntarily, that it was addressed in a
bold, masculine haud. The color had left
Constance’s face, and she was trembling
visibly, despite her effort at composure.
She opened and read the letter, which was
brief, then held it up to Dallas.
*‘Will you read it please?’’ she said.
The signature upon which Dallas’s eyes
fell was that of a man of internasional re-
pute, a name synonymous with wealth,
position and power. By the gift of di-
vination common to lovers, he knew that
this was the man whose image bad stood
between him and happiness.
*I—1I think if you don’t mind,’’ he said,
hesitantly, “‘I’d rather not read this—'’
‘‘Please,’’ the girl urged. ‘‘I wish yon
to.”
The letter, written with evident effor$
for control, touched briefly upon a mar-
riage which bad not heen bappy; upon a
later estrangement; and finally, upon the’
freedom which had come at last, and the
hope it brought with it. Dallas shrank
from reading the few sentences that follow-
One afternoon in the early antumn,
Mrs. Keith and Constance, returning from
a drive, were struck as they approached the
house by an unwounted air of subdued ex-
citemens. A strange horse stood at’ the
hitehing-poss; the library blinds were
close drawn; an atmosphere was of ca-
lamity. By shat singular prescience which
inheres in all womankind, each knew in-
tuitively that this whatever it might
mean, had to do with the man who was
the lover of the one and the idol of the
other. Breathless, and faint with an in-
definable fear, they hurried up the steps.
Roger, with a face like death, met them
as the door.
“Catheart?’’ the mother breathed.
‘‘Catheart bas been hurt, Mother. How
seriously we donot know. He was trying
a new horse which threw him. He's in-
jured internally, we fear.’
Withouta word Mrs. Keith swayed and
sank unconscious into her son’s arms. He
turned te the trembling girl:
**He’s dying, Constance,’’ he said harsh-
ly. It’s a matter of moments. He’s been
asking for you. Go to him. He’s in the
library. Amd for pity’s sake play your
part a little longer if you can.”
For a moment the girl stood stunned.
This was the awfal answer to her prayer
for release from a bondage which had
grown well-nigh intolerable. Every re-
bellious impulse, every disloyal thought
she had known since she had promised to
marry Cathcart rose acousingly to con-
front her. She could not hold herself
guiltless since she had ‘yearned for free-
dom at any cost. Her duty had been ap-
pointed her.and she had failed. She had
been weak where she should have been
strong. She oried out, and the ory had
been heard.
tween personal attractiveness and success.
Success depends in the largest measure up-
on health and the personal impression one
makes upon his fellowmen; and properly
to develop and to maintain the ‘points’
that make for personal attractiveness is to
develop and maintain health. 3
For example,how many men and women
stop drinking and overeating because fas is
fatal to good looks. The struggle to keep
looking young is a struggle to keep in per-
fect health—and what a blessing that is to
the present and all future generations.
The price of good looks is right living.
And the reward of right living is health.
—&8aturday Evening Post.
S—
Committee Wants Correct ‘Names of Cen-
tre County Soldiers.
In order to secure ahsolute accuracy in
the names and spelling thereof on our sol.
diers’ monument, we will publish from
time to time-the lists of certain companies
80 a8 to enable those who are interested to
suggest changes in initials or spelling, and
also to suggest the names of any persons
who may have been omitted from the rolls.
This is the last. opportunity which will be
given so our people and to the survivors or
friends of deceased soldiers who served from
Centre county to have these names correcs-
ed. The Committee, therefore, appeals
very earnestly to all who are interested in
the subject to carefully scan all the names
$0 ascertain.
1st, whether any have been omitted ; and
2nd, whether the names of those already
contained in the rolls are properly spelled.
THE BATTLE OF THE YALU.
One of the Queer Incidents ef This
Great Naval Conflict,
This strange incident of a great na-
val battle was told by Commissioner
McGiffin of one of the Chinese war-
ships in the battle of the Yalu between
the Chinese and Japanese fleets in
1894: “About this time the Chih Yuen
boldly if somewhat foolhardily bore
down on the Japanese squadron’s line.
Just what happened no one seems to
know, but apparently she was struck
below the water line by a heavy shell,
either a ten inch or a thirteen inch.
Be that as it may, she took a heavy
list, and. thus fatally injured, her com-
mander, Tang Shi Chen, a most cour-
ageous albeit a most obstinate officer,
resolved at least to avenge himself and
charged one of the largest of the en-
emy’s ships, intending to ram.
“A hurricane of projectiles from both
heavy and machine guns swept down
upon his ship. The list became more
pronounced, and just before getting
home to his intended victim his ship
rolled over and then plunged bow first
into the depths. She righted herself as
she sank, her screws whirling in the
air and carrying down all hands, in-
cluding her chief engineer, Mr. Purvis,
shut up in the engine room. Seven of
her crew clung to one of the circular
life buoys kept on the bridge and were
drifted by the tide toward the coast,
where they were rescued by a junk.
one of
tingue.”
tooth and’ nhil.
' Signs of Old Age.
ease and elegance.
BULWER'’S ODDITIES.
The Fight the Author Made Again
Bulwer’s appearance was decidedly
what is generally understood by “aris-.
tocratic” or what the French call “dis-
Tall, slim, with finely cut
features, prominent among which was
a long aquiline nose, with an abundant
crop of curly brown hair and a full
beard, the first impression he pro-
duced, aided by a careful toilet, was
At a din-
ner table, where he liked to speak,
and, if possible, to speak alone, he was
certainly useful as well as ornamental
with his large blue ribbon and star of
the Order of the Bath. There was a
certain naivete, strange as that word
may sound when applied to so confirm-
ed a man of the world, in his vain and
very apparent struggle against the ir-
resistible encroachment of age.
did not give in with that philosophical
resignation which might have been ex-
pected of one so clever and in some re-
spects so wise. He fought against it
Lord Lytton’s hair
seemed dyed, and his face looked as
if art had been called in to rejuvenate
it. A quack in Paris had pretended
to cure his growing deafness, a con-
stant source of legitimate grief to
him. He was radiant one autumn on
his return to town because he thought
he was cured, but not for long. The
He
copious use of snuff was no doubt
part of the attempted cure, of which
the most palpable results were large
dark red or blue pocket handkerchiefs,
quite out of harmony with his other-
wise elegant toilet. His expressions of
regret at his impaired digestive organs
had something ludicrous about it. He
would point with a sigh to a rosy
cheeked American apple and say, “To
think that there are people who can eat
that!”
One of his physical infirmities—his
deafness—proved a bar to his ambi-
tion. He was sorely disappointed
when Lord Beaconsfield, instead of in-
cluding him in his last cabinet, “kick-
ed him upstairs” into the house of
lords, principally because he could not
follow the debate.—Rudolph Lehman's
“Recollections.”
started slightly—*‘and Constanee hasgiven
me her promise to marry Cathcart.” Rog-
er Keith’s face had gone suddenly white
which his mother, absorbed in her theme,
did not note. ‘‘He loves her desperately,
and you know how important it is that he
chould not be thwarted in his present
state. I told Constance the whole trash
and threw myself upon her charity. [Dal-
las has promised not to interfere, and she
has consented.”’
The color had not quite come baek to
Roger’s face, but his voice, when ke spoke,
was steady. :
‘‘Mother,’’ he said, ‘‘don’¢ you see how
much yon are asking of Miss Fleming, up-
on whom you have no claim whatever, ex-
cept an ancient friendship with her
mother? Do you not realize that if Dallas
loves her and has any reason to faney she
cares for him, you are unjust to both, and
to Cathcart as well, in asking her to marry
him? The sacrifice would be fearful even
if she loved Cathcart, bus if she do mot—"’-
‘Dallas has no reason whatever for
imagining that Constance cares for him,”’
the mother interposed impatiently. “She
herself told me that there was no one in
her life—except some man she knew years
ago and foolishly idealized, and for whom,
if she should meet him to-day, she proba-
bly wouldn’t care in the least. As for net
loving Cathcart, that will come in time.
Love is largely a matter of habit and prox-
imity with women. Nine-tenths of them
make marriages of convenience. At all
events Catheart’s happiness is at stake and |
I shall do everything in my power to se-
. care it.”” Roger, looking at the small,
resolute face, knew that his mother was
determined to compass her son’s wishes at
whatever cost to others.
‘In that case, mother,’’ he said quietly,
‘‘there is nothing more to be said. Bat I
fear that in establishing yourself the ar-
biter of three destinies you are assuming a
heavy responsibility.’’
ed, which was the ory of a strong man to a
woman he had loved.
With bands that were not quite steady
he folded the letter and held it ous to Con-
stance. He knew that his own dream was
ended. For the second time he must stand
aside.
“I—I love you, you know,’”’ he said,
awkwardly; ‘‘but it doesn’t matter. I'm
glad for you, Constance. At least I'll try
to be,”’ and before she could speak he had
turned and was striding swiftly away. A
moment later she heard the sound of hoof-
beats ae he rode down the avenue, and
knew that, as his wont was, he had gone
to fight ous his trouble in a wild gallop
through the falling dusk. The wars of
wills—his own and that of the vicious
black brute he delighted to ride—bad
helped him, be often said, over many
rough places. Constance listened until
the sound of flying hoofs was emerged in
the night's silence, then went slowly to
her room.
It was late when Dallas came home. He
did not enter the house at once, but turn-
ed aside into a narrow gravelled path that
wound through the little flower garden
where he and Constance had spent many
hours together. As the moments passed,
the girl at the window above could hear
him pacing slowly up and down, and she
knew that though he had fought hard he
bad not yet conquered. Slowly she rose
to her feet, stood hesitant for a moment,
then slipped down the stairs .and ont into
the night.
Dallas heard the light step on the gravel
and turned to see her coming toward him
like a pale spirit of the night. He ad-
vanced to meet her, a pitiful attempt ata
smile on the face he turned upon her.
His mother had been right. Dallas was
thoroughbred straight through. He took
the girl’s bands and held them in a firm,
friendly clasp.
‘“Ihope what I was foolish enough to
“Stories told by these men vary so
much as to be unreliable, but all agree
on one incident: Captain Tang had a
large dog of most vicious temper, un-
ruly at times even with his master.
After the ship sank Captain Tang,
who could not swim, managed to get
an oar or some small piece of wood.
This would have been enough to sup-
port him had not his dog swum to him
and, climbing up on him, forced him
to release his grasp. Thus he miser-
ably drowned, and the brute shared
his fate, perhaps the only case on rec-
ord of a man being drowned by his
dog.”
ETIQUETTE OF CALLS.
Some of the Things That Are and Are
Not In Good Taste.
Every one is aware that a married
woman when paying a formal call on
another married couple leaves two of
her husband’s cards in the hall when
coming in or going out.
But every one does not know that
when the hostess is a widow only one
card should be left.
Punctilious people always call at a
house from whence they have received
‘an invitation, and this whether it has
been declined or accepted. But with
the one exception of returning a first
call, which should be done as reason-
ably soon as possible, the question as
to what time should elapse between
social visits is one that must be left
to the good taste and good sense of
the caller. :
Many people with a Targe and in-
creasing circle keep a book in which
As “she went into the great dim
library she saw her lover lying white and
still on a coueh at the farther end of the
room. The agony of the first moments had
passed. He suffered still at intervals,
though they drugged him into some semb-
lance of peaee.
‘‘Conatance,” he said, ‘‘Constance! Ah
I’m glad, dear. I feared you might be
—too late.”’
A great wave of tenderness surged over
the girl. She threw bhersell down beside
him, and he drew ber head feebly to his
breast. A pang of regret assailed her like
a physical pain—a keen sense of sorrow
and remorse that though she had given
bim her best, that best bad been so poor.
She broke into convulsive sobbing. The
dying man touched her hair gently.
“Don’t grieve Constance,’’ he whisper-
ed, ‘‘it’s better so. [.am glad I shall not
bave to linger—a burden to myself and to
you. This cannot last long they tell me.
It was pretty bad at dirst, but’’—he tried
to smile—*‘it’s better now.’’
Even as he spoke a sudden spasm of
pain, an awful racking which not even the
opiates could dull, eame upon him. He
did not cry out, bat unconsciously he
gripped the girl’s arm until his grasp hurt
her. She did nos flineh. ‘The pain helped
to steady ber. Presently ‘the paroxysm
passed, leaving him breathless. He lay:
wery still. Then, with painful effort, he
spoke, slowly and brokenly.
*‘Constance—there may not be—much
time. I want to tell you—how much
you've been—to me. Idon’t mind dying
since I’ve bad—my little hour. It’s
worth—this—to have konewn your love.
You do love me, Constance? I know i,
though you’ve never told me. You'll tell
me—now? I want to hear you say it—be-
fore I go.”’
For the briefest fraction of an instant
the girl hesitated. A kindly falsehood or
the cruel truth, She glanced swiftly down
It is also very important that the names
of soldiers who enlisted in organizations
outside of the county or State should be
secured, in order thas they may find their
place among the nation’s defenders upon
the monument. Thisis perhaps the most
important thing which the Committee has
in charge. the organizations from our own
county being already well known. If,
therefore, any person, in or out of the coun-
ty, has knowledge of a citizen of Centre
county who enlisted in organizations out-
side of the county and State, it is especially
important that their names should be as-
certained, so that they may find a place
among those who enlisted at home.
Any communication in regard to these
names addressed to Gen. John I. Curtin or
William H. Musser, Bellefonte, will re-
ceive prompt attention.
Company “C” 148 Regiment P. V.
Robert M Forster, Captain.
Jacob B Edmonds, Captain.
Wiliiam E Graham, Captain.
John F Benner, Captain.
William H Bible, 1st Lieutenant.
Jacob § Lander, 1st Lieutenant.
Samuel Everhart, 1st Lieutenant.
Daniel Shuey, 1st Lieutenant.
Francis Stevenson, 2ud Lieut.
Ezra B Walter, 1st Sergt.
Frederick Yocum, « +
John Craig, ft
Chas C Herman, * +
James Knox, Sergeant.
John F Swiler, o
William C Huey,
Abraham G Carter,
James K P Ward, Corporal.
Abraham Wertz, $4
James Ellenbarger,
John G Robinson, gs
Christian Lowry, ot
Michael Hatt, +4
Patrick Campbell,
Christian Swartz,
Samuel Bottorft,
James Ray,
James T Beck,
Wm T McCalmont,
Nathan M Yarnell,
CARE OF BOOKS.
Marginal notes are usually superfiu-
ous and undesirable.
Corners should not be turned down
or leaves folded in halves.
Exposing ‘books ‘to heat or strong
sunlight warps the binding.
Never bend back the covers of a
book, but keep them both level.
Do not turn a book on its face or
place any weight on an open book.
Never open a large book from the
ends or cover, but from the center.
Bookcases should not be placed
against outside walls on account of the
probable dampness.
A blunt knife of ivory, wood or metal
should be used for cutting new books,
“
“
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Mrs. Keith arose. a the pale face over which she gray shad- | say to you just now didn’s trouble you i t a sharp instrument
“Very well. I accept: it,” she: said. : il n Hilaod Biddle, re they note the date of their calls, and in | Rot a sharp ment.
y Pp! y ow of death was creeping; at the lips | Constance,’’ be said, gently. ‘You must 1 Thomas irs this connection it should be stated that If any liquid be spilt on a book, wipe
Her son made no answer, hut when he had
closed the door after her he threw him-
self heavily into a chair and sat for a long
time, staring straight before him.
The next morning at breakfast Dallas
quietly announced his intention of leaving
that afternoon for New York to join a col-
lege chum who was going abroad: for the
summer. Neither he nor Rogers looked
toward Constance, bot the mother, watch-
ing her keenly, saw nothing in the look
the girl turned opon him to farther dis-
sarb her conscience, which, truth to say,
not let it, you know. I am not selfish
enough to want to stand between you
and happiness, even if I could. I know
what this man was—is—to you. You
have told me how you loved him for years,
and I think I can say honestly now that
Iam glad for you, dear.”
The bands he held were trembling. She
drew them gently away, then stood fora
moment looking uncertainly up at him.
‘‘Dallas,’’ she faltered, ‘‘I ,don’s think
youn—quite understand. That ie all of the
past—a first youthful fancy, a fond, fool-
drawn with pain, yet set tensely to keep
dowa the rising moan. She mes the wiss-
ful gaze of the pleading eyes that were al-
ready beginning to darken, and she hesi-
tated no longer. :
“I love you, Cathcars. I love you. Do
you hear?’’ she said, and bending laid her
lips on his.
it off at once gently with a soft cloth
or absorb it with blotting paper. Do
not dry it by a fire.
Dragging a book out from the shelf
by the binding at the top is hurtful. If
books are wedged in too tightly in a
case they become shabby.
Law B Bathurst, Musician.
PRIVATES.
James I Mayes,
Lewis Mayes,
Wm. H. Mayes,
Wm Musleman,
Henry Markle,
Miles M Mayes,
Thomas McBath,
John M’Ivason,
Robert C Neil,
Samuel Nichols,
Wm H Norris,
© Lemuel Osman,
George Osman,
Henry Pennington,
it is a compliment to call on the right
day—that is, when the hostess is
known to be at home to her friends.
It used ‘to be considered the right
thing for a formal visit only to last
about a quarter of an hour. It not in-
frequently happens that an idle wom-
an will arrive early and stay late if
she happens to be amused and if she
has nowhere else to go. Such behavior
is particularly inconsiderate when the
Albert Adams,
George Brown,
Webster D Baker,
Isaac Bailey,
Jacob Baird,
John Coble, Jr.,
Jacob L Carter,
James Carner,
Henry J Cartin,
William Carson,
William Carner,
William Campbell
Reuben Cronamiller,
Joseph Carver,
American Manners.
The average American man is so
much more polite, agreeable and con-
Three weeks later Dallas came home,
No longer the HEBE hearted lad of a few
months gone. The boyish look wae gone
had not been entirely easy since she bad | from his face, and in its stead had come | ish dream thas died long ago. Is comes | John A-Cli George Pot hostess happens | Siderate to the average woman that all
extracted her promise concerning Cathoart. | an expression, as once sadder, stronger and | too late—bis letter. Three years ago it Jas P Dearmont, David Rose, drawing To a in Ro : Dappens other men seem rough and indifferent
Dallas got through the day and the part- | yweeter. ; would have meant much to me, but now | {2205 Dorman, PanjelK Rish, S lua 5 by comparison. In this department if
ings with a gay courage that made his| Constance was still shere. She had |.... Oh, Dallas, don’t you understand | Maris Poem o™ eke O Rumbergel, Horare may: in no other the American h
mother proud, though it hurt her after- | found is hard so stay, bus Mrs. Keith, | that all he has to offer is nothing to me— | Abraham Freed, Smith Swiler, (In the country ‘long ‘oqlis are; ‘ef gai, Mah tas 00
ward te recall the look in his eyes. Rog- | who had never rallied from she shock of | besause—1I love—you!” Amos Garbrick, Henry Swartz, course, permissible, but not in a town. | rival. A He Is the best mannered crea-
er went with him to the station, and | Caghoart’s death, elung to her so shat it| A long silence reigned. The waning Spay rates, Siam Scuye ® Again, it is not good taste to make | ture In the world to the casual human
though neither spoke of the subject near- | wasimpossible to leave ber. The girl had | moon shone down dimly; the spicy, sgents. | Daniel Gates,” © William Stickler, ‘appointments to meet a friend at an- | being—especially female human being
est the heart of each, the long, silent hand. | yortured herself cruelly in the days thas | of September rose up to them from - the Samuel Si, Christian Swiler, other -friend’s house, and yet this is | —he brushes elbows with In the course
clasp with which they parted made either | followed her lover's dea, reproaching | distant meadows, and the brooding si- | John Jackson. Tia Y Sarivef, frequently done, to the natural annoy- | Of the day’s march. He doesn't use
TD Conatanot, saeutite, experienced a oer. | Rereell bitterly with haviog failed at least | lence of she night encompassed them in a William Topdle Jision Segnor, ance of the hostess, who feels that her | half ‘as: many “Thank yous” as. the
e, ime y | iv the spiris of duty toward him. It was |tenderisolation. The hour was late when ‘William Lambert, % Trachon cilier, reception room is being used much as | French or bow and smile so much, but.
tain lofty rapture in sacrificing herself to
what she failed to realize was a mistaken
sense of duty. But when the: first exal-:
tation had passed she began to be con-
he will: give himself trouble to open
doors, to hall carriages, to get up and
.+ | offer his seat in omnibuses, to help be-
+ |.parceled women on to trains and hold
the baby while the mothér helps off the
rest of her offspring.—New York World.
they turned their steps toward the house.’
In the upper room where Roger sat writ-
ing a light still burned.
“Dear old Roger !"” Dallas cried, in the
exuberance of his new-found happiness. |.
‘‘Let’s tell him pow. He'll be so glad for
9
Roger at last, who finding her one late aun-
tumn twilight, weeping with remorseful
grief, bad Seinfoéed aad reasoned with her
8| : ; i
scious of a sense of revols from the hond- no o had bee ED ee Shing Jn:a :
age she had voluntarily brought upon her- understandingly, he had set. himself to
self. Of the three brothers, Cathears had | make her realize that she bad done her | me’ :
He called softly and Roger crossed the
Christian Vaughn
Shue) Lawson, ig tehill,. f
phraim Lytle, omas. iams,
Et ae, : Joseph Yetters.
Company “D” 148th Regiment P. V.
TN Hn I het
Te ne tain. ’
John E Thomas, 43 Lieut. *
Israel F Musser, 1st Lieut. {oso
Joseph Lee, might be a station waiting room.—New
| York American, B35 3
A Story of Li Hung Chang. %
* In the diary of Sir M..E. Grant Duff |
is a fine story of Li Hung Chang,
always least attracted her, and to her bor- | begs. It had taken time and tact and 4 ie ; : 1 ts —
ror. she foand the friendly liking she had | tience, bus he had snooeeded in some | room and stoud at the ‘window, bis tall | join A Burchcid) ist Liew. | ee SHOR Wit DIYS Quite duel | ii, Mustache. Yareas Music | *
entertained for him transmuted suddenly | yeasure. Through tbe dark hous thas figure silhouetted againes the light. ~~ William Semi fr eet (YE this world, He was dining with a | Anton ‘Rubinstein had this to say in
under the ehaged vonditions into some- | had followed. Casheart’s injury and the | ‘Congratulate me, Roger,’ Dallas cried Luther D Kurtz, "+ # = | Swedish traveler, reference to women artists: =| 1 4 bu
Tons or cepuguance. It cost her an el | darker days that came afterward, Roger | bappily. “It's all right a last” | 390d Fleming, lst Sergeant. a roel pala the | "ut ‘think Tadies ought never fo study” *
fort not to shrink from his touch, though | had resolutely pus aside his own grief, and {| Prompt and cordial the answer came, | 8 P Lansberry, spr great man, “don’t you?’ “Yes,” was SIC a8 ‘dh art’ *At least they" x
she set herself sternly to keep the lester of | somforted the unbappy girl and the strick-| “I do congratulate you with all my Henry C Campbell, £:.. the réply. “And’ what kind of country | USC 88 an a y ought
ber promise. © © | en mother. Strong, aud tender . and | bears. ‘You know how glad Iam for you, | _ Allen BCrose, is Sweden? rejoined’ the other, where: | 20f t0 take up the time of teachers who |
The great house was strangely dal) with- | ¢honghstal, he bad spent himself . in | dear boy! Constance, .this will make a I doin fap upon* he! received as was natural, a | 2F¢ able to teach and make true artists. :
out Dallas. Constance missed the sound | ypeir service. And all tbe while he knew, | mother very happy.” = Sohn © Bathgate,’ a ot “Sowing descr) tion Sof its. charms. } 22d I will tell you why, There is no
of his Hauke boyish laugh, his blithe whistle though: he. kept secret the knowledge | As, a little later, he turned back to his am Basnbarer, Corporal, | “Ah,” he. said, “that is. very: nice: > | Question but there are twenty musical
1o his dogs, the clatter of his horse's hoofs, | which had. Jately come to him, thay | work, the light fell full upon his noble David L Kerr, ©. 14 0 wife BERL, TORY. DICE; VEIV:| ladies to ‘one musfeal tan, and my own
the litter of whips and spurs with whigh | he malady which had been his brother's | head, and the fine strong face which the | John C Odenkirk, “ | nice indeed. When I next communicate, expérience” 1s ‘that "they ‘learn more
he was wont to derange the formal peat- heritage was also his, and shat sooner or | pass few months had lefs strangely worn So 4 with, the, emperor of Russia I will tell ulekly, have more poetry and; in fact,
ess which prevailed. But the girl had | ater he shonld go she way of his father. , | 80d haggard. . Tat Charles I Speaker, it ' 1 |'nim to take Sweden!” sedisblay noni -
little leisure for interests other than those Tue grass: Was: 0%: eri i “What a splendid fellow your brother Daniel C Holloway, Py Bnos: bait of snfiaresnére diligentphpl Is than ienvnBu.
or er engagement. It wasevident to the | 0 co i leat whets Constance. afte | #1” “Constatioe ered, impulsively. “What Wea Oean, fe meio oid to mesa | COR TEN pefopte peg tanidenW 1a nf What: 18 the: invariable result? : When.
anzions eyes 9f Shots ahont im Phat, Se. a winter spent with friends in the South, | ® pity be basn’t, cared for some girl who: William Weaver, “« . When a man longs to’ set his coun- 2 Pung atu ine SlbSvenies petal uk:
{ -ioun ! s L . mak i eorge eal, i i 3 i } sok, BOLIC 4 Oo i >La CL - 0
was beginning to fail rapidly. He permit. | 3 back to them. She had recovered wonld._.& ake Bim bappy. : He , looks.s0 John B Holloway, Musician. try’s “wrongs before an audience he ‘along, and she chooses the handsome
Franklin Mattern,
‘her wonted poise, the color had ‘come back
PRIVATES,
to her face, and, though a little quieter
and graver than of old, she was again the
Constance of a year ago, Life had [fallen
back into its wonted ways. Bat Mus,
puts a high value on his time... .v .| ER Laueees os
3 1 “What would be your. price for a | Dustache in preference to art.”
J . K 7 : :
Jasin dey talk on Russia?” the chairman of the |
Franklin Koch, entertainment committee asked the
William Lon : somber faced foreigner. =
ted no slightest allusion to his growing
weakness, and for the moss part he faced
his fate uuflinchingly, though there were
days when he went down into. the very
“Good old Roger!” Dallus mused, affec-
tionately. ‘He deserves happiness, if
any man: does; but I fear girls are scarcely
‘in his line. . Love’s an unknown quantity.
George W Allen,
David Acker,
Robert G Bullock,
Michael Bower,
Contrary Winds.
, Tommy (looking over the weather
predictions)—Mamma, what is" a con-
depths of despair and not even Constance ? tes Be v1.2 OO] Se ps ’ s
p Keith was a pale sh t i in his philosophy, and he’s too much ab- : E : : ’ : ! I
Rad powes to _shesr. bi. He presently | 2tp R065 Pale shatow of Rerselt. Talas | sorbed in bi work to. Feabise. that he os | Sony Sroums. Emnne) ye, “Seventy-five dollars for three-quar- | trary wind? Mrs. Tuéker (putting an.
at st accepted. ander protest, as a water | K0§er bad thrown bimaell ‘with Toverish | mitted the best of beioge. They say thie | Architnid J Bell" omy Lol" + | ters of a, $50 for tn hour and a | other pin of two in her hat)—Any wind,
a Ls DY ***% | ene into his writing. ri th. 0K will make him famous, but fame’s Henry Coonfare, Ge quarter, or two hours,” said the | Tommy.-~Chicago uh
of jourse. As time passed, Lie grew more | $< ot fr a a Durie the win SD oonmare: George el, Russian; : Sunett A gs ny “lisako Ar +ivute
a r thing compared with—Ilove,”*
pyo R oa : Samuel B Dennis,
§
- Leonard Divlebiss,
Sits : Daniel Miller,
The house grew still, but the light still | Jacob Divlebiss,
Leonard Messimer,
John A, Murphy,
Henry V. M’Alister,
and more exacting; with the selfishness
of suffering he absorbed her strength and
ber thought, until she bad little life apart
1. giown very
near to each other. Dallas, in his simple,
awkward way, bad poured out his heart
Her Strong wil.
Equine Sagacity. Tess—She’s a very strongminded girl,
from bis. The doctor had ordered shat | this elder brother, who encouraged him | burned.in an - er room where a man | omes R Davis, CAT First Lieutenant—How do you like | jgn't ghe? Bess—Oh, yes! She tells me
the invalid be as much as possible in the inabope hich the look in Constans 8 05 With head bowed upon his arms.—By Frain Durer, Basler Osman, 2 the horse you bought from me last | ghe can quit ehewiny wer yoo: the very
ira i 1 tak en tk mad n Gi : t ohn Pugh, bod imal
opeu air, and to this end he bad taken RD ' wholly | Leigh Gordon Gillon In the VOGUE. Jacob Dunkle, Alfred A. Rankin, Jroek? Seta] Lao senint > ig ry minute her jaws get tired!—Detroit
charge of Dallas’s horses. His early morn:
ing hours, wheu he was strong enough,
David Etters,
George Reeser,
John H Fortney,
Tribune. :
John C. Reifsnyder, une
No Choice.
As the vivid green of spring ripened in. Right Living and Good Looks. ‘though. First 'Lieutenant—Oh, that
: to she warm gold of summer, which i : Ee ; Jacob A Fisher, Charles D. R y \ or. | 3% 2
Sire tn Seven Go rade [he pl omen, | rm nt Enon eos | (ERS Sy. RELIES | wil om tnt heme fe pid 1 | fh so en
ava hil i ened 00 the dark |e ow sates and ssongar He haf | A000S 08 ta. tolerable weaknesses tn she | Sie Sree, JaGoURisr ae Il an Say gol with his saoey
ye as bi on BD ad Wh Re not spoken, hut there was lissle need of | [€™ale, and as intolerable indications of Jeremiah Garis, Jacob Stare, ‘1 The Cloven Part. ei He'll have oe hag six mun
ue omens Sreagh girl tel as it she words, since his honest eyee told all his io ig Sadness in he ale, The adverkise- Willian a . Thaddens D. Stover, “80 your engagement with Jack is. ‘riagea ble daughters —llustra ted Bits.
3 ] d . 8 Ad ] rt whenever. mes those of Con- { | avy ) : *@'| William F. Heberlin ral Shirk, : : nN ” = : : : Se :
ee Er BE She am se, een rca | Lo Fila ti haw abana cig | abe. Jcmpyonite | beakem ore CC TEEN nit
1 our great cities show proportionately a (Charles Hart, Oliver E. Sherman, Did he exhibit the cloven hoot? ‘and his pursuits he cannot feel old, no
from & shy reserve which had lately temp-
she remembered thas she had voluntarily - Ie wn 1 igh > : Daniel H. Harter, “Cornelius Stover, ;
Assumed k ul he Jrore her soul revolted Sry gi ner Sow im Ti Ee aie of Brgte 20 gunotpl Sri Ee ‘Holloway i povere:! “No, “foe” clover Lindt >Hsubtosl'} Eaters what his Yenrs may. bon Alcolt
she wore she'fos ersell to meet ite de- 4 : ‘ving | 0e0 and women shan tbe great cities of | Abraham Hull, = David H. Weaver, Post.’ “£1 GaiL TAMBGeIN GG 380] Viale | BGS] e————in
Fens and lone a Me Sec Sai 10 wou She dese of ber, Sh hr [207 tbe country: “There a praia sr Lnbtns HGuiy Wer: -sisiuintictut tras viv ou gin oS Js Araltty ST
y 18, Keith Fa x pis or MER reason why a practical ple bave 80 | John L. Kréamet : ; Per a ' There is nothing so true. the |. ‘I'm n’ somethin’ fer me appe-i
erately blinded herself to the struggle. |" peace and waited. : quickly neh emi y : Sonn 3, Kepler, ay N Williams, damps of error lh tite—three times & day.”
—— William B. Jonathan E. Wolf,
“mot warped it—. “Wot?
Roger saw and understood, but his lips : It has been discovered that there i rape
i : y : : : 5 ere is an ’ os
i were sealed, **A letter for you, Constance! Half a intimate, an indissoluble relationship be- Jinvid 5. Ke oh Sam SS uklebienk, Tupper. ! J. “Breakfas’, dinner an’ supper! -
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