Bellefonte, Pa., August
ONCE IN AWHILE
Once in awhile the sun shines out,
And the arching skies are a perfect blue ;
Ounce in awhile mid clouds of doubt
Hope's brightest stars come peeping
through.
Our paths lead down by the meadows fair,
Where the sweetest blossoms nod and smile
And we lay aside our cross of care
Onee in awhile,
Onee in awhile within our own
We clasp the hand of a steadfast friend ;
Once in awhile we hear a tone
Of love with the heart's own voice to blend;
And the dearest of all our dreams come (rue,
And on life's way is a golden mile ;
Each thirsting flower is kissed with dew
Onee io awhile,
Once in awhile in the desert sand
We find a spot of the fairest green ;
Once in awhile from where we stand
The hills of Paradise are seen ;
And a perfect joy in our hearts we hold,
A joy that the world cannot defile ;
We trade earth's dross for the purest gold
Once io awhile,
Neon Waterman,
Miss HAMILTON'S ENDURANCE.
My car is a ““Cataract’’ runabout. That
ie, it was; I've sold it now, and it makes
me sick—I know I'll never have so much
fan again even if I should gesa 90 H. P.
Mercedes. I called her the ‘‘Black Bug”
~-she was painted to order for a doctor, or
au undertaker, or somebody who affected
black—aud, though she didn’t bave yellow
wheels, she was a sporty little model, low
aod rakish and fass fora 10 H. P. machine.
Of course being a one-cylinder, there was a
little vibration when you started op—a
horizontal engine bas to work, you know,
especially when she’s climbing—but when
you turned her loose and got the proper
ratio between spark and throttle, she'd
travel as still as a top can spin. She saved
gasoline like a miser, but she was a drank-
ard for oil—that was her one fault. I had
ber rigged out with all the lamps and me-
ters and brass things yon could think of,
or that manufacturers could think of
for you—everything but one of these
‘‘Gabriel’s horus’’; it was my despair that
I didn’t have exbaust evough for a three-
toned trumpet. But even they are no good
when it comes to kids in the road—you
simply bave to stop or run over them.
The Bug was second band when I got
her, and if I'm not one of these mythical
persons you read about in the catalogues
who run a car a whole season and spend
oaly fifty cents for repairs, I attribute the
fact to the Bug's first owner. He must
have been arrested for speeding once or
twice, I imagine, by the way the oones
and boshings were worn. Nevertheless,
the ‘‘Cataract’’ is the best car of the price
on the market. All of which you want to
remember when I tell you how I got $1,000
for her, with extras.
I had started out, late one afternoon, for
a run from Boston to Arlington. The Bug
worked like a gold watch. I just soared
over the hills —grades didn’t seem to mas-
ter at all—and my throttle was never more
than half open. I bad just put in a new
set of batteries, and 1 was enjoying my
confidence in them, the way a bride feels
when she has just engaged a thoroughly
reliable cook. It was good to be alive and
to bandle a steering wheel that didn’t have
more than an eighth of an iuch of lost-
motion,
Oat on Massachusetts Avenue, beyond
Cambridge, they were paving the road.
There wa< a steam roller at work, and the
street was fenced off with one of those saw-
horse things with a sign on it. So I tarned
into a narrow, shady road aud stopped by
the carb to light my lamps, for the sun
bad set, and I expected to be out some
time. I bad my engine slowed down, hot
still ronning.
I had just finished when the prettiest
girl in the world came up. She was swmall-
ish and dark aud brown, with what poets
call ‘“‘orbs”” that bypnotized me. Soft
fluffy bair all around her face gave her that
mousey sort of look most men can's resist,
but she had a little chin that I was sure
meant business —il her delicate, curved
mouth didu’s prevent. All this I saw at
the first glance, and, in the second, I saw
that she was in trouble. She was walking
slowly and staring rather hard, but not
flirting a bis. She wasn’s at all that sort
of a girl. Ismiled back, good-naturedly,
and svapped the lamp door. She stopped,
looked at me straight in the eyes as if she
were doing some quick mind-reading, and
I pulled off my cap. That seemed to settle
her resolution. Before I knew what was
up, she had jomped into the seat beside
wive and cried out in a queer, excited
voice:
“Won't you please take me away?—
anywhere vou like, ouly barry!”
Well, I had been waiting for a chance
like that for so many years that I didn's
bave to stop and ask questions. I was
up beside her before she could change ber
mind; the throttle was wide open and my
foot was on the low-gear pedal at the same
moment. We begae to move.
Juet as I threw the speed-lever forward
a big tonneau car swuuag into the narrow
street from the avenue ahead of us, and
came tearing down toward us. The girl
positively cowered, and tarned balf round
to me.
“Here he comes! He's been following
me!" she gasped.
In another moment the big auto had
slowed up to us, and [the chap driving her
yelled out:
“Say! Have you seen—?'’ and then he
stopped just alongside.
*‘Milly!"’ he yelled next.
Bat by this time we were picking np
speed. I jammed the spark op notch by
notch and let ber knock. I didn’s need to
be told to hurry.
“Can you get away from him?" she
asked, in a pretty frightened tone that
made me feel like the Squire of Dames.
“Oh, he mustn't catoh us!"
I gave one quick look back, and there
he was, with the pose of his car against the
curbstone, preparing to back, turn, and
follow us. It was narrow,as I've said twice,
and be bad a 110-inch wheel-base, at the
least. I calculated that I would get about
two blocks’ handicap before he could head
our way.
I didn’t slow down at all as we swung
into the avenue, and we skated round on
two wheels. I supposed I missed the curb
by the thickness of the varnish on my mud-
guards. Iewitched back into the straight
with a slew that threw the girl into my
arms. She grabbed me till I was black
and blue, en we tore up that avenue
like a runaway horse, Lord, how we
bumped at the crossings! I can almost feel
it yet. The girl went right op and down
in the air like a rubber ball, holding on
with two bands as if she were in a dentist's
chair. She was trying to talk, too. All I
heard was:
‘He's—got bet—ter springs—than you
oughi—to get—shock absor—bers you ride
as—il yoo were in a—{eather—bed—bas if
you can—beat him I—can stand it!".
I wasn't parrienlarly impressed, for I
was rather proud of the way the Bug was
lying down to her work. Of course she
was light and didu’t have ‘‘U’-springs,
but you can hardly expect a one-tov ran-
ahout to soothe von to sleep while you're
makiog thirty miles an hour across cobble-
crossings So [ just let her have it for all
she was worth, and I guess that girl
got as had a shaking up as she ever bad in
ber life.
“What is his car, a
asked, after a while.
““Yep—thirty hoise power!"
‘““And yoo expect me to save your life
‘Matohless’?"’ 1
| with a one cylinder machine? Thanks for
the compliment!” | remarked, grimly.
“I expect you to try!’ she said, and
then she smiled at me. It wae like opening
the throttle eight more notches, the way it
made me feel.
By this time, the other fellow was about
three blocks behind, and his siren was low-
eng like a for horn on a thick night at sea.
The girl watched him from over the back
of her seat.
‘‘He's gaining on us,” she announced
quite camnly. ‘You've got to dodge him,
somehow!"
“All right!" I said. The next minute
she was piled up in my arms again, and I
bad shaved a quick corner, diving down
into a little croes street. Hall way down
the block I turned saddenly to the right,
and she nearly fell ous of the car. She only
said:
‘‘Are you trying to kill me, or what?"
‘‘I shoughs you wanted to go as fast as
possible,” I replied, letting the Bug out
for a straight ran.
“Ido, but I prefer to travel on four
wheels part of the time. Who are you,
anyway? Barney Oldfield?”
‘Oh, this is nothing—wait till we get to
a good down grade.”
“I'll be a quivering mass of pink jelly
by that time. You ought to call this thing
the ‘Corn- Popper.’ I'm not afraid to try
the ‘Loop the Gap’ upside down now.
Couldn’t you try a somersault with your
wagon, just to let me see how the ‘Dip of
Death’ feels?"
I switched her up another road, and I
didn’t do it any too carefully either.
‘““T' ere’s a man behind with a faster ma-
chine than mime,” I said angrily, ‘and
if you want to change cars now's the time
to say so.”
She smiled sweetly at me again. “Well,
he has got pnenmatio tubes, anyway,’ she
offered. *‘I didu’s know they used solid
rubber tires any more!'’ She was going up
and down as she spoke, but she got the
retort off withon® loss of sarcasm.
I confess that for a minute I was pretty
mad. I slowed right down. The girl
seized my arm impesuously.
**Oh, do go on! Really, I was only jok-
ing! It's a beautiful little car, of course!
I wouldn't bave asked you to take meif I
hadno’t thought so. Please hurry! See,
there he is now!”
He waa right on top of us; in fact, only
half a block away. It made me wild to
think I had lighted my tail lamp. He
couldu’t lose us, possibly. And then, that
reminded me of something. I dodged
hack to Massachusettes Avenue. There
was a measured half mile there, where the
police took time. By the time I bad gos
to the officer on the corner I bad slowed
down to ahous twelve miles an hour, and |
saw the cop look at his watch and take my
number.
‘““Here’'s where your friend gess his,”’ I
remarked.
“What do you mean?’ she asked.
“If he doesn’t kuow the road, or the
policeman, he's going to get into trouble.
I've led him ‘nto a trap, that's all. He
hasn't lighted his lamps vet, and they'll
make it hot for him, or I'm mistaken.”
Good!’ she cried. *‘I hope they arrest
him! It’s our only chance, isn’t it?"
I had to langh. ‘‘Talk about looking a
gift horse in the teeth,” I said. ‘‘He
might have ao accident, I suppose. Shall
I pray for a tire to burst? I can’t compete
with a locomotive, you know.”
She was looking back. *‘He is stopped]”’
she exclaimed. “That policeman is talk-
ing to him. Bot he’s awfully rich—he'll
give the man a ten-dollar bill and come
right along, I'm afraid.”
“I hope he'll try tha!" said I. ‘““That’s
the qnickest way to jail in this town! If
he'd only strip his gears or something,
we might sucoeed in this elopement. But
I expect to be held up any minute now.”
‘His oarbureter i» working badly so-
day,”’ she said, reflectively.
**Why in Heaven's name didn’t you say
that before?’’ I exclaimed. ‘‘The nearest
hill for us, then. This machive is a regn-
lar express elevator!”
So I slipped off the avenue again—the
‘“Matchless’’ was out of sight before this,
and I made for Lexington way. Then, as be-
fore, up one street and down another, hig-
gledy, piggledy, I wens, in and ont, sill I
thought we were fairly safe. In about halt
an hour I slowed down and turned to the
girl. She had been silent for a good while,
and I imagined that she was thinking
things over pretty hard.
“Well,” I began, ‘I’ve saved your life,
but I only did my duty. What can Ido
for you now?"
“You've been awfully kind to me,” she
began, ‘‘not even asking any questions
either—"
“I didn’t have time for questions be-
fore,” was my reply. ‘‘New I'd like to
know what the trouble was!”
“I'd like to go to Arlington,’ she pur-
sued, ‘‘but I'm awtully afraid he'll be on
the road.”
‘‘He can’t remove you from this car by
force, you know,”’ I suggested.
‘‘“N—no, I suppose not,’’ she said. ‘‘But
he can make it very disagreeable for me.’
“I oan make it rather disagreeable for
him.” She didn’t seem to be hall go grate.
ful now as I bad expected she would be.
“Oh, that would be worse!” she ex-
claimed. ‘‘I've bad trouble enough al-
ready.”
‘Do von mind telling me just what's the
matter?’’ 1 asked. ‘‘Of course I don’t
want to appear inquisitive—'’
“‘Bat you are, yon mean?’
“Precisely!”
‘‘Oh, it was only a quarrel.”
“I’'msorry for the other chap, if you
were as sarcastio as yon were with me!"’
“Was I? I'm so sorry—really, I don't
know how I can ever thank you!”
‘Ido. Tell meall about it. I'd hate
to think I'd gone to all this trouble for
nothing."
“Oh! Was it so munch—trouble?”
*‘Not if we've won.”
She pulled off her glove and a ruby ring
from her forefinger, and touched, thought-
fully, a ruby ring on the fourth Suge: of
ber left band. I thought she was going to
take it off, but she didn’t.
i
We were running as slowly as the Bug
would go on the high speed. As I was
watching her we came to a little rise, and
the engine pounded and stopped. I took
the crank and got out. The girl looked
down at me, her face very near mine. [
wust confess that I was glad to hear
that ber engagement was broken. I hegan
to get a little more interested in ber on wy
own account.
“Well, I guess we've beaten him now
anyway,” I said.
‘ ‘We?’ That sounds fanny, doesn’t
it?’
“It sounds all right to me.”’ I threw the
the wheel over viciously, and the engine
began to race. The girl shot down the
throttie as if she knew all about it, and |
got in beside her. ‘Well, then—Arling-
ton?" J asked.
“If you would! And, you haven't an
extra pair of goggles, have yon?"
“Yes, and a veil.” I took out my sis-
ster’s ontfit
“Do you think he recognized me?'’ she
asked
“I thought he called you ‘Milly.’ I
replied.
‘‘Bat he might have been mistaken, you
know,’
‘Sure. You mean it perhaps wasn’t yoa,
after all?”
‘You know what [ mean.
head away, didn’t I?"
“Yes. And perbaps Milly isn’t your
name after all.”
‘‘Bat it is, unfortunately. Milly Hamil-
ton. Is’s only fair for yoa to know. He's
my fiance—John Wentworth Forbes. Ad
least, he was.”
‘Harvard '97"
“Why, yes. D'youn know him?"
“Slightly. I don’t blame you for break-
ing it off. He has a nasty temper, I've
heard.”
“It ist’s true at all! That is—well, he
does exasperate me sometimes.’’
*‘Oh, he's notorions. I don’t blame youn
at all.”
‘‘But it was a litt/r my faalt!”’
‘It couldn’s have been! I don’t believe
i” ‘
“Bat I don’t think that he ought to take
another girl to dinner twice a week with-
out telling me, do yon?"
*‘Very poor taste—if he could get you.”
‘“I don’t mean that at all. Of course, !
don’t want to be so foolish as to tie bim
down, bat in a pablic place, you know,
while we're engaged —"’
‘‘Perhaps it was his country cousin—it
usually ia, you know.”
*‘No. It was an awfully stunning girl. I
don’t care a bis, of course, for myself. I
want him to have as good a time as he can;
but people talk so, and they pity me and
hins.”’
“I'd never forgive it, il I were you.”
**Oh, I'd forgive it if he'd only explain.
Bat he’s so mysterious about is. He said
there was a reason why he couldn't
tell me. Wasn't that horrid?"
‘Is sounds interesting to me. Oh, he's a
villain, fass enough. It’s a good thing you
got rid of him.”
“I bad bard work doing it. After we'd
bal it out, and he wouldn't explain, I
told him I bad a friend living in Cambridge
and I'd stop there all night. I'm a little
ashamed of it, now I've cooled off some.”
‘‘Asbamed of having a friend in Cam-
bridge ?"’
‘*No—I didn’t have any friend at all ! I
just pretended to. 1 refased to drive home
with bim, I was so angry.”
“So you got ons?"
‘I pointed ous a house—the first oue I
saw with lights in it. I told him my
friend lived there. I got out and went to
the door, and a lady came, and [ asked her
for a drink of water, and she asked me in.
He thought I was going in to spend she
night, of conrse, or else he would have fol-
lowed me.”
‘‘Brute 1”
“Why, what else could a gentleman do?
What would you think of him if be let me
go walking around the streets along after
dark ?”
**But I thought he wasn't a gentleman !”’
*‘Ohb, he is! Bat he did treat me badly.
You ought to have seen that woman when
1 came out and the auto was gone! I
didn’t attempt to explain, and started out
alone. Then I happened to run across him,
and he followed me till I found you. It
was simply maddening.”
We bad got to the top of a long hill by
this time, and, giving her plenty of gas for
a stars, I coasted down. We sailed alons
as if we were shooting rapids, faster and
faster. There was a big car ahead that we
rapidly overhauled, and I bad tooted my
horn and was preparing to pass when the
girl snatched at my arm.
‘Wait a minute ! Slow up, please !'’ she
commanded. ‘‘Oh, I think that's he!
Hold back and get your gas lamps on his
number.”
I slowed down and pointed at the back
of the car. The number showed plainly,
$13,333.”
“Oh, 1t is he ! I thought 1 recognized it.
Tarn around quick and let's get away !"’
I didu’t stop to look back, and as I
tarned, a big Limousine car nearly out us
in two. It veered in a great are, the driver
turning back to yell his opinion of us.
Miss Hamilton looked around after is.
“Ob, oh. oh I" she exclaimed. ‘‘He's
stopped, and he's seen us, I'm afraid.”
I piled on all she gas she could carry,
and started up-hill oo she jump. In ancth-
er minute the '‘Matchless’ searchlights
lighted us up as if we were posing for a
living pioture. It was most embarrasiog.
We bad the centre of the stage thas time.
The girl collapsed into a limp bunch. We
began to climb, and the ‘‘Matchless’’ after
us. I heard his cut-out working—*‘chuf,
chuf, chuf !"’—regularly enough for a min-
ute, and then it began to skip —'‘chuf,
chuf——chuf, chuf, chuf,—— chitfo————
chuf, chuf ""—~and I knew that he was in
trouble. The skipping grew worse, and we
got away fast till be was three blooks be-
hind. We swept over the top of the hill
and down the other side. I never touched
the throttle, and jammed the epark 'way
forward . . . the trees on the side of the
road went past in one blurred streak. . . .
My left-hand oil lamp began a steady vi-
bration, a sort of steady hum thas it al-
ways sets up as s00u a5 we ges up to thirty
miles an hour ; as regular as a speedometer
it is. We got to the bottom helore
we knew it, and theu flew at the next rise.
And then suddenly the Bug lay down.
It wae sickening—with the throttle wide
open the engine simply ran down and
stopped! I had to stop ignominiously
enough, jam on the brake, and ges out my
eleotrio torch to investigate.
“I'm sorry,” Isaid to the girl, ‘‘but
we've broken down. All I can do for you
now is to protect you with my life, or I'm
afraid you'll bave to change cars. This is
as far as we go."
“Never I" she exolaimed. ‘‘I'll stay
with vou. You may have to telephone to
the garage. Perhaps he won't know me in
this veil aud goggles.”
‘‘He'd know you if hesaw you in a
mummy-oase,’’ I said. ‘You don’s happen
to be the kind one forgets.”
“What d’yon think is the master ?’ she
I tarned my
; —
asked. ‘‘Is it the ignition ? Tarn her over and stopped. There was nobody in sight.
and see if she buzzes all righs.” |
I surved and starved to no avail.
“Where's yourswiteh ? This is a funny
listle car, isn’s it !"’ i
I pointed to the switch, looked, and gave |
a yell like a view-halloo. The switch, for
some unheard-of reason, bad got tarned
off. No wonder the Bug wouldn't go. I
snapped it on and started to crank.
Juss then the ‘‘Matchless’’ hore down on
us and stopped alongside. | knew shat we
were in for a scene this time. Johu Went. |
worth Forbes had pat on his brakes with a |
jar. I gota good look at him, for we were
right under an eleotric- light pole. He was |
a olean-cut, gentlemanly sort of chap, |
smooth-shaven, the big and handsome sors. |
I had beard of him hefore—of course my
talk to Miss Hamilton wasall gammon, |
and I wasn’t sorry of a chance for meeting |
him, although my own position was |
equivocal. I liked the way he kept his |
temper as he leaned over and said - |
“Come, Milly, get in, dear I’!
‘*No, thank yon, Jack, I can’t possibly |
leave this gentleman ; he has been very |
nice to me.”’ !
“I'd like to say a few things to you, |
Milly,” he went on, *‘and if youn won't get |
in I'll bave to say them right oat |
here.’ !
‘Say anything you like,” she retorted. |
“The lady we were »peaking of is en. |
gaged to mv brother’ he said. |
“Why didn’t you tell me that hefore ?'’ |
she asked. |
‘It was to have been kept a secret. He's |
away, and while «he was in Boston he |
wanted me to he nice to her.”
“You might have told me that in the
first place.’’ |
“Will yon get in now ?"’ |
“I shall not,” she «aid firmly. ‘That is,
if this gentleman is willing to take me
home.” |
“But I've told yon why I couldn's ex- |
plain —"* |
“Oh, it wasn't that alone—"’
“Bat-—-"' i
*‘I don’t care to discuss it here any more |
Jack. Won's yon be kind enough to goon |
and leave us alone ?”’
I could see that if I badn't heen there it
might have heen straightened oat in two
minutes, and they wonld bave kissed and
made up. It seemed time for me to come in
a8 deus ex machina. So I went ap to Mr.
Forbes and said to him :
‘May I bave two minutes’ conversation
with you, please ?"'
Mise Hamilton stared at me, and Forbes
stared too, bat he got out and walked np
the road a few yards with me, aod it took
me only about two minutes to say what I
had ic «ay to him. Then we came back.
“‘Well,”” he said, ‘‘if you won't come
back with me, Milly, I'll have to leave
you, Isuppose, but I'm sorry that we
can’t settle it now. It seems foolish to
quarrel over so small a thing.”
‘“It may seem small to you—"'she
plied.
“Good-night, then ?"’ hesaid, and he
waved his hand to us both. The ‘‘Mateh.
less’’ moved off up-hill, skipping badly,
but doing well enough to get away. The
minute he was oat of ear-shot Miss Hamil-
ton turned on me :
**What did yoo say to him ?”’
manded.
“Why,” I replied, ‘I told him tbat it
wouldn’t do to make trouble here on the
road, and that I intended to take you
howe, and that it was useless for him to
apologize or anything—that you were
mortally offended, and that I knew that it
was all off.”
She swallowed it all. I think she was
pretty vearly angry enough to leave me as
she had bim ; but she dido’s.
“I'd like to know what right you bave
to interfere !'’ she exclaimed. *‘It seems to
me that you've taken an unconscionable
liberty, ooneiderivg the time you've
known me. I think I oan arrange my
quarrels alone without your help.”
“You didn’t think so when you got into
my car,”’ I replied, hugely amused.
*‘I think so now. I'm sorry I ever spoke
to you.”
“Oh, itisn’t as bad as thas yes, is it ?
Really, lonly did my best to eave yom
from a disagreeable situation. I knew that
you had been insulted, and perbaps I wae
$00 strong, bat—"'
‘‘Nonsense, I never said I was insulted !
John couldn’t possibly insult any one—
least of all a woman he loved—and be-
sides—didn’s he explain it all perfectly ?*’
**You believe that story, then ?'’ I asked
disdainfally.
‘*Believe it ! Of course | Why shounldn’s
I? He never told me a lie in his life—and
I don’s believe he'd begin now !"’
We bad started up, and were olimbing
the hill.
As we the eleotrio lights I did my
best to keep my face straight. But I
needn’t have—she wasn’t looking at me
now ; the was looking off ahead—for a red
tail lamp, I suspected, and No. 13,333 in
white on a blue sign.
I surned off for Arlington.
“Did he say which way he was going ?"’
she asked after a while.
“No,” I replied. ‘‘But I doubt if he'll
get far unless he stops to fix that carbar-
eter. He's in a bad way.”
“Oh— I hope he won’t have trounble—I
suppose he’s rather desperate too, and I'm
afraid he’ll be reckless. Did he seem to
be sorry, do you thiok ?"’
‘‘He was pretty badly cut up,” Ieaid.
“Serves him right.”
‘Yes,’ she said curtly.
‘Queer looking chap, isn’t he ?'’ I re-
marked, as we turned again.
“I think he’s handsome. Or, at leass, I
used to think so. 'Most everybody does,
anyway."
“‘Rather low of him to chase us about so,
though, don’s you think ?"
“What would youn do, I'd like to know,
if another man ran away with the girl you
were engaged to ?'’
“But the engagement was broken,
wasn’t it ?"’
“Well—I hadn’t really told him so.”
“Why hadn’t you? Well, he’ll know is
by to-morrow, I expect.’
“I dou's know~—I want to think it over
first. Perbaps we might come to some
kind of an understanding, although is
seems unlikely. If he conldn’s confide in
me, then I’m not fis to be his Bavea.” .
e's
“Oh I don’s trust him myself.
pretty smooth."
“Jt isn’t shat—I trust him implicitly,
but he’s rude, that’s all.”
I had been taking it easy, not wanting
to get to the corner too soon, for fear
Forbes wouldn't be ready for me.
But as she spoke I caught sight of a red
light, and speeded up. Miss Hamilton's
eyes were sharp ahead.
‘““There’s an auto—it's broken down, I
believe. Oh, do you suppose it could be
Mr. Forbes ?”
“‘Shall I sarn back ?"’ I asked beginning
to curve.
‘““N—no—Ilet’s see il it is—oughtn’t we
to help him ?"’
“Just as you say. He's probably trying
his spark plogs.”’
re-
she de-
| “He's heen hnrs,
I ran softly down to the big ‘‘Matohless”’
Miss Hamilton grew alarmed.
“Why, this is his car—where d’
he is ?'’ she asked.
got out, hut took good care not to go
in front of his anto.
She followed me and in a moment went
ahead a listie way.
Then I heard a soream, and I saw her
drop to the road. I waited just long
enough to tonch his quadrant
The fool bad his spark way back—jast |
where it ought to be. I moved it ap, clear
forward, for I expected it would be peces-
sary to supply evidence for =o «sharp a pair
of eyes and so keen an antomaniac as Miss
Hamilton, Then [ joined her
Mr. John Wentworth Forbes was lying
in the dust. His head was resting artistio-
ally in Miss Hamilton's lap. Upon his
forehead was a very convincing smear of
greace, intended to conceal a bruise. She
was almost hysterical.
“Get some water, quick I" ».e oried.
He mast have heen hit
by the crank—it hack-fired on him, and
knocked him senseles« ! Oh, harry ap and
do something gniok !"’
He'll come 10 in a minute, I'm sare !"’ |
I replied ; and as I hent over him I saw his
eyes open.
“Where am I 2’ he gasped.
yon, Milly ? Kiss me, dear !"
I fled. The next thing I saw he was up.
and she was dustiog him off. He was
talking. [saw him go to the wheel and
“Is that
| show her the spark handle and tell what a
fool be had been.
there first.
I busied misell with my own car fora
while and then I came back. Both of them
held out their hands.
“Congratulate ns, old chap, we've com-
promised,’ said Forbes.
“T knew I'd have to forgive him sooner
or later,” said Miss Hamilton.
I #aid nothing, hut I never felt more like
the proprietor of a marionette show,
‘‘But there’s one thing I want to tell
you,” said Forbes, keeping hold of my
hand and giving it a grip that I won't
soon forget, ‘‘ard that is that I can’s afford
to have a car like yours running ahout
after me like this. She’s too good a hill-
olimber. I'd feel safer if I knew it were
out of the way. What d’yon want for
her ? Will a thousand do ? Youn conld ges
a pretty good two-oylinder for that.”
“I'll take a thousand and your bless.
ing.” said I.
“Done !"" he cried. ‘‘She's won the
hardest endurance test race ever driven!" —
By Gelett Burgess, in Collier's.
It was lucky I had heen
‘Prevention is better than oure,’’ says
the familiar proverh. So familiar indeed is
that proverb that we jo«e its force. We
need to he reminded that prevention is bet-
ter than cure heoanse it saves us time, mon-
ey and soffering. We also need the re-
minder that prevention ie a great deal easier
than cure. Many times disease which
might have heen prevented cannot be cured
at any cost. Abont one-sixth of the deaths
of this country are due to consamption,
The use of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical
Discovery has saved thousands and thous.
ands of men and women who suffered from
obstinate cough, hronchitis, ‘‘weak lungs,’’
bleeding of the lnngs, and similar ailments
which, if neglected or unskillfnlly treated,"
lead to consumption. Ninty eight per cent
of those who give “‘Golden Medical Discov-
ery’’ a fair and faithful trial, are perfectly
and permanently cured. There is nothing
“‘just ar good’ as Dr. Pierce's Medical Dis-
covery.
Stones and Glass Mouses.
The origin of the saying, “Those who
live In glass houses should vot throw
stones,” Is as follows: At the time of
the union of England and Scotland
London was inundated with Scotch-
men, and the London roughs used to
go about at night breaking their win-
dows. Buckingham being considered
the chief instigator of the mischief, a
party of Scotchmen smashed the win-
dows of the duke's mansion. known as
the Glass House. The court favorite
appealed to the king. who replied,
“Steenie, Steenie, those who live in
glass houses should be carefui how
they fling stones!”"—New York Amerl
can.
Mathematics at Oxford.
There is an interesting story which
shows the disposition of Oxford to-
ward mathematics. A venerable don
who had bought half a dozen books at
8s. 6d. each requested the bookseller
to give him a piece of paper for the
purpose of arriving at the amount, He
then wrote down 3s. 6d. six times, one
under the other, and was slow!y add-
ing them up when the shopman ven:
tured to point out the shorter method
of multiplying one 3s. 6d. by 6. “Dear
me!” exclaimed the don. “Really, that
is most ingenious, most ingenious.”—
London Globe,
His Idea of Him.
Bill—Did you go to see that boy actor
last night? Jili—Yes. “Did he get a
hand?’ “What he ought to have got
was a shingle.”—Yonkers Statesman.
He AsSked.
He had been courting a girl for a
long time. It happened on Sunday
night after church. They were sitting
on the sofa, and she looked with in-
effable tenderness into his noble blue
eyes.
“Tom,” she murmured, with a tremor
in her voice, “didn’t you tell me once
you would be willing to do any act of
heroism for my sake?”
“Yes, Mary, and I gladly reiterate
that statement now,” he replied in con-
fident tones.
“Well, Tom, I want you to do some-
thing really heroic for me.”
“Speak, darling! What is it?"
“Ask me to be your wife.
been fooling long enough.”
We've
Boys and Girls of Arabia.
A traveler in Arabia who passed a
year among the people tells that he did
not see a single doll in the hands of a
girl nor observe one playing at “keep-
ing house” in any way. Neither did
the traveler notice an Arabian boy
playing at ball or marbles.
Speaking with a grave sheik on the
subject, the latter said to the stranger,
“You must be queer people in the west
to let your young folks get their hands
dirtied in sport!”
The Arabian lads, it seems, walk
about trying to look like little men as
much as they can when not engaged
in acts of duty or in learning essential
things.
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FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN,
DAILY THOUGHT.
The real joy of leisure is known only to the
people who have contracted the habit of work
without becoming enslaved to the vice of over.
work.—Heary Van Dyke.
At this season of the year it is a mistake
to overeat. Sunstrokes and discomfort,
prickly beat and trying hot weather rashes
are almost invariably traceable to the con-
dition of the stomach.
We do not requue as much food in sum-
mer as in other seasons, certainly not as
strong food. Simplify the diet, also elimi-
nate as far as possible rich and greasy
foods.
Fruit that is absolutely fresh, and new
vegetables are both health and beanty
makers. Live on shem chiefly, unless
forbidden hy some physical disorder,
Eat poultry rather than meat, and white
meats and lamb rather than neef during
very hot days. Never have meat oftener
than once a day during the summer.
Don’t wash down your food with ice
water aud avoid too many soft drinks. If
i Joa use them take as little sugar as possi.
ble.
Cat out rich chocolate and whipped
cream. Don’t get the iced tea habis.
Drinking hattermilk guenches thirst and
at the same time cools the hlood.
‘‘Although this advice is more directly
for babies during the first year of life, the
sense of it applies quite as well to other
children.
‘‘Don’s overfeed them, and don’t let
them overfeed themselves.
“Don't give them rich foods—meats,
gravies, pastries, oake, eto.,—-nor a great
variety. The simpler and plainer the bet.
ter—plenty of milk, whole wheat bread,
oatmeal, baked potatoes, haked apples and
fresh finite of all kinds, except bananas, in
season, but he sare the fruit is ripe and
fresh.
“Keep up the daily bath until it be-
comes a fixed habit.
‘‘Keep them out in the open air as much
as possible the whole year round, and send
them into the conutry whenever you can
do so, but only to places where the water
is pure
‘Keep them cool.
‘Don’t overdress them. The fewer and
simpler the clothing the better.”’
For Brandied Peaches.—Make a syrup
the same as for preserving : let it come to
a boil, then skim ; lay in peaches enough
to cover the hottom of the preserving ket.
tle and cook untii they are tender and
transparent, but not ‘mushy.’ Take out
the fruit with a skimmer and place care-
fully in jars. Crack some of the pits, put
in the syrop and cook 15 minutes, or nntil
slightly thickened, add brandy ball a cup-
ful to each peund of fruit, and take at once
from the fire ; strain the hot syrop, then
poor it over the peaches inthe jars and
seal at once.
For Tomato Sauce.—Melt two table.
spoonfuls of buster in a saucepan and cook
in it ball an onion cut fine. When the
onion is yellow add two tablespoonfuls of
flour and cook until is is slightly hrowned.
Then turn in two oupfuls of tomatoes, a
small glass of wine, a hit of hay leaf, two
or three cloves, a bit of a garlic clove and
salt and paprika.
Cook 10 mimates, strain and keep for
serving.
For Tomato Buster.—Take seven pounds
of large, ripe tomatoes, four pounds of
hrown sugar, half a cupful of vinegar, one
teaspoonful of ginger, one tablespoonfal of
cloves. Ponr hoiling water over the to-
matoea; let them stand for five minutes
and remove the skins. Remove the stem,
then slice. Cook until soft ; add sugar and
stew antil very thick. Then add spices
and vinegar: pour into jars and seal and
nse with meat or game.
Many women have the mistaken idea
that hardwood floors are diffionlt to keep
clean, and they sweep and scour and sew
carpet all their lives, with a notion that hy
80 doing they are saving themselves work.
Bat if they knew how to stain floors in the
first place and to take cvre of them in the
second they could save themselves work
every day of their lives, lessen she burden
of housecleaning about one-half and have
their homes infinitely more wholesome and
hygienically clean.
Nothing is so productive of moths and
germs as carpets, fitting up close and snug
to the side walls, and a thorough oleansing
once a year rarely cleans them out. A
year will furnieh a generation of germs, and
effectual cerm destroyers sometimes destroy
the carpet along with ita inhabitants,
Rugs, of course, can be cleaned once a
week easily,and during the week any single
rug that has wantonly acquired soil can be
brushed or shaken by itself without dis-
turbing the rest of the room for a second.
Light weight rogs of ingrain filling a hounse-
keeper can shake herself, and have her
rooms freshly clean without help or assist.
ance.
Almost any floor, even the old-fashioned
wide plank floor, can be made to look el-
fective if propery staived. In the first
place, scrub is thoroughly with hot borax
suds, then, when perfectly dry, cover it
with the following preparation : Four
ounces of gum shellac, one ounce of gum
mastic, one ounce of gum henzoin. Dissolve
well before using, and add a little umber
or sienna stain if you want she floor dark.
When it is necessary to wash the floor, do
not use soap; just wipe it up with a mop
dipped in warm borax water, a teaspoonful
of borax to a gallon of water, and, after it
is dry, oil it with crude oil and kerosene.
Cleaning inthis way leaves a floor looking
as though it bad just been stained. It will
not be necessary actually to wash a floor
thoroughly more than once a month. It
should be oiled, though, once a week.
Other mornings. if it is dusty, go over it
hastily with a dry mop.
Always clean hardwood floors with a
mop. It is absurd waste of time and
strength to clean floors on one’s knees, and
there are few household tasks so exhaust.
ing, undignified and unnecessary. The
floor can be easily oiled with a mop ora
broom covered with a stretch of canton
flannel pinned on securely. It is quick
work done in this way,and no strain on the
knees or back.
It is a fact that if all housework is done
standing erect it is actually good exercise
for women in normal health, Sweeping is
excellent exercise for the chest, arms, and
waist, and so is mopping. Dishwashing is
healthful rather than tiresome, il women
could only insist upon tables and sinks eo
high that they would bend wholly at the
waist, never at the shoniders. The muscles
about the waist and hips are flexible, and
Nulgjared by strain, but bending at the
shoulders means letting the chest sink,
which cramps the lungs, and the result is
bad breathing, strained nerves and a quick
| sense of fatigue.