ext | g ; 1 gi 2% 8 There once was a school Where the mistress, Miss Rule, Taught a number of misses that vexed her; Miss Chief was the lass At the head of the class, And young Miss Demeanor was next her. Who was tail, they don't tell. But I heard "twas Miss Spell— 1 lerrned so from Miss Information; Who was told in the street, ‘Where she happened to meet With Miss Take and Miss Representation, Poor little Miss Hap Spilled the ink in her lap, And Miss Fortune fell on the table; Miss Conduct they all erred to associate with and to build straight sports. He because he was hoping to see Joe Bemis. Joe ought to be com- ing back; Joe would bring news of Olga bout a week he | Morton. One afternoon a strolled in after he left Prattville, he among Fatty's gilt columns and vast mir- rors with their summer dress of pink uze. He stood at the far end of the sandwich and a glass of beer. Without realizi “barkeep, i ng it he was watching the Lefty Rucker, mix a singular} elaborate drink in a small tin glass, larger than the kind used for liquors. is attention was finally fixed by Lefty's expression—a grin of wicked good nature and self-complacence. “What's that mess Jour getting to- acl half-dozen bottles into the little glass. : S Then all went very well, As I have heard tell, § i £4 RE ef . E admiringly at its con- tents, almost colorless, just the faintest “This here?” said he. “It's what's called the ‘little joker." Jack knew Fatty’s and its ways. He ed. "Knock-out d your life,” repl don't do nothing of that sort. We're high class—which,” he added with his nasty n, "means here, as elsewhere, doing as swol please, but doing it lawful.” understood. was having diicy E Prattville, the last station on a nasty, | suppose you 2 Kon the lle of me | cant erence it m you separa! a mutt from his money. If anythi novel. I always the come-on thinks 258 Lefty. “We tomer of Fatty's carrying out his designs he had lured to one of 'd took me in, too.” “I'm leaving this afternoon,” said Jack. oung Abbott came to the doorwa “Look here, old man, if it's a question of funds, you know I've got a bunch, and of course I'll stake you. m a whole lot to the some rich man even curious. In a brief three months’ campaign e horrors of a hateful marriage by , thern stupefying her moral sense and sense of decency with a dowry. He was | to the “little jokers” of the underworld as we to the “little jokers” of the upper | world. He was not shocked, but d bricks of as alluring an exterior as any that Nosey Gonzalez ever manufactured in his plant in South Chicago. They came back to Chicago with nearl thousand in cash; having of police the usual two thousand each for | young a permit of safe residence, they like gentlemen until their money should be gone. But within a week the chief gave them the tip to jump, and “You ain't going to desert me, are you?" wheed'ed Joe. “Sorry, Joe, but got do it.” “What's up? Too slow here?” And Joe looked searchi at the stern, handsome was already written so much of experience, of character; for character begi and thatstruggle had begun for Jack soon weaned. Before Joe's scrutiny, Candless hesi- Then, mirgor, he said: “I ought never tc have down here. Iought to have kept to my own kind.” Joe was puzzled for a moment; then a queer, ugly look came and went in his es—a revelation of the abhorrent actu- ity that lay in wait beneath that smooth, genial You don't mean you're stuck on Olga Morton?” he in. quired, with raillery. "Yes," said Jack curtly. He gave a short, savage laugh, and went on’ with ed; for cowardice always disgusted He had no impulse to interfere; it was none of his business. He did not approve —far from it. But, as between under-|d world and upper world—as between those ! who lived by the various favored forms of | she social piracy and those who lived by the | seated smug and sneaking pilferings of trade and and finance—of sanded sugar stocks, and between his own world and that other world with which he himself was at open war, he stood aloof when be could the Sone Lake Erie cataw- a at forty-two cents the botrle and sold as champagne at three seventy-five—"one of them clod-mashers has got a pull,” said the . “It's up to us to make a bluff at doin’ something. So have to still hunt for ‘Hell of a hole! and Lanky'll air a month Lanky went east; Joe, not in the best of health “through eating the rotten tod- der those jays live on because they ecent they raise to the city ded to make a visit at Home meant Prattville, where was of the best and whence he at thirteen with a minstrel show bott, the son who was doing so gocks and the Fle in Chicago and As Prattville with no companionshi would be intolerable for him for more | felt like laughing in than two or three days, Joe looked around | been physically afraid his acquaintances for one who | have told him wha table and 2'so could be | impudence; for, » t he thought : ; —-— ~ 2 $ : : : is instinct for square an inborn contempt for all f . ii ao) pt for orms of in: t in Siiumstance that m Uinciple goto Se Laut ell, what are association | r Jack Joe. rare in the | “Forget tion above the snow-line— a 3 and as 5 Jack did not like Bemis, and had to with him only as there is Lua throughout the brotherhood of out-casts; . On his had often gazed wi envious “Nothi a life exactly the been od in a tenement in Hell's Kitchen. And Joe's “invite” not only meant ex- ploring that life of eventless also meant Sesing and ty. Jack had and training. and 1 wouldn i 1 i i i e RE gis but he accepted from city to city and a certain the quiet, beauti : F ve 7 & g # { i more interesting. But she'd simply laugh at you if you got sloppy.” ve the chance,” Jack, color high and head ha prej against ili oivel 3 Ne with ey d repu y sm --and ! in Jack Candless’s view h v) guitiassence of the of cowardice. Still, he felt there i ve to a hot amen brave and smiling figure until the pulled Prattville heap in a corner or-car. He ro him. tried to jeer himself out of his In Chicago he bucked like a crazy man. All in vain. There, before his eyes, always, were the b honest, innocent eyes of Olga M her slim, trim Joe Abbott self, as the train | drew near Prattville. { better take a new handle, too, ah you're not so well known as [—at least not Yur. | all the criminal class, Joe was ex- ceedingly proud of his fame and of the basis in audacious achievement. ow would Mon Champirey, strike you —that'll nd initialed and those slender I'd had a ghost of her. Iknow I could. She pla | me strong—as strong as a At times he almost decided to go back, or, better still, es, John Cham- as you've got all your | Be held cus} Ity in upon the victim famous in- vate dining-rooms up-stairs; Lefty's skill asa mixer of drinks had been enlisted. Jack was not profoundly shock- back. ed, not more shocked than one of the u world would be at hearing that a high financier was swindling a multitude f worthless stocks, or that had circumvented a poor | gl offering her luxury, or had led her | lace with a muttered: | led must keep out of it.” In the doorway he remembered business, hesitated, returned. just got under way, with the drink upon | tray. “Seen Joe yet?” asked Jack. : “He's in the house right now,” replied her, she .” “Want him?” ! “I'll wait, if it isn’t too long.” ! i said the bar- tender-waiter. "I'll just take this up- stairs nd tell him to Tome Jobe door at | hasds_ and rough t r at that end of the bar—the door opening in- | toward him and talked from which he ascend- small thick- hi E HEE g » g 28 FE = g i ] H I Sof 5 R i won't marry him. didn’ act a bit nice while we were wai ing for you. I had to sit on him—! I'm sure I don't see why they call him Gentleman Joe in the wouldn't if they knew him. er was right about him. Oh, gracious! ou're a friend of his.” “No,” said Jack. “I'm glad of that. 0 on and marry him?” “No,” said Jack. “Then you think I ought to go home and live it down.” “No,” said Jack. “But I've got to do one or the other.” “No,” said Jack. “Then what can I do?” after her “Joe coming back?” “Il settle, if he “Oh, that’s all right.” And Lefty with- drew, closing the door behind him. and Jack returned to the inner room. not was still asleep—sleeping quietly, natur- outs; ally, her face flushed, her lips politi- a faint smile. Jack arranged inal class; smoothly, so that even her feet wer2 con- cealed; then he sat down to wait. Never had she been so pretty or more charming in the youth and grace of her figure, the of her small oval face, and color of her small ear, peeping coquettishly from her thick wavy auburn hair. As looked his expression grew tender, Her eyes opened; her glance, frank, innocent, like the soft - You wouldn't advise youth and grace the delicate form the young sport Silence. “Prattville is a—a graveyard. And such “Yes,” said Jack. “But there is nothing for me to do but - to go back"—this with a hopeful, tioning glance at the cool, calm, some profile. tragic. sweet, friendly inquiry in the eyes of the young deer that has not yet heard ters, rested upon him, puzzled, then tonished, then smiling. As she became . completely conscious, she blushed, sprang up. “Gracious!” she exclaimed. “Why, I must have fallen asleep.” With a frown and a pout, “I told Joe I couldn't drink, that the least bit made m quick glance around, then, * “Gone out,” said Jack. “Oh!” Her exclamation seemed a care- less comment upon a matter which was of no cohsequence. window. “So you cecided to come back anyway?” “Yes,” said Jack. Jemp Silence. “1 did think some of going on the sage” “No,” said Jack. “No, no, no,” she mocked, half laughing, las the cat got your tongue? | "To said Jack. Now he was looking She stood at the “Don't look at me so queer. What does it mean? What are you thinking about?” “That I love you,” said Jack. Miss Morton blushed and tention to the horse's ears. she ventured timidly, “I suppose you think I'm a worthless, flighty girl.” said Jack. “You still—still—" 1 couldn't resist the tation to throw that bread on your She was sparkling and showi her even white teeth; her glance f upon his brow. “Why! Your forehead's ter a pause, | Miss Morton could not finish. “Yes,” said Jack. “And always shall.” Another silence. “What do you advise me to do?” inquired she. Jack gave a faint sigh, blurted out, 1" exclaimed Miss Morton, and she sank hastily back into her corner of the hansom. A very long silence, the hansom mov- ing at a quiet pace alon, Then a began to lau ever happen, se qu “You were to have now you want t with one man, “Yes,” said Jack. “Let me put some ice-water on it. However did you get such a bruise?” “It’s nothing,” said Jack. She ran into the otner room; he rose and followed. As she advanced toward him with a wet napkin, he waved “Sit down,” he commanded. “I want to talk to you.” She looked astonished, a little frighten- ed. What a strange tone?” cri she, anxiously up at him. ? Do you think it wasn't right for me to take that drink?” She turned There stood the little glass, almost full. “You can see for barely touched it.” the shady drive. . “Didanythi " she | been best man, and o marry me. [1i1un away then a few hours later I run away with another. Then—" “Then you marry him.” “You don't reall “Indeed I do.” still recalcitrant, but his gray- 1 Soyent, seemed bent on making up his clumsy tongue—al “You wouldn't marry a girl that had— | had—done what I've done. “I'd marry you, no matter what you: the mingli did. If you hadn’t—hadn’t broken away, I'd never have had a chance at you." offen toward the table. i | yourself, 1 “Lucky,” said Jack. t-| A strange silence; then she said, “How Ra much longer is Mr. Abbott going to be | gone “He's not coming back,” replied Can- “Please sit down.” “Don't stare at me in that queer way,” | commanded impatiently. But she herself at the table. | she added, “it's none of your business : what I do.” “None in the world,” admitted Jack, te her at the little | table with the finger-bowls and small | coffee. not | you 40 answered Lefty's | 80€S ay She glanced at him in way, blushed, laughed e,” she demanded, with a mischievous smile— gave you every chance?” use I'm not actually crazy about | making a fool of myself.” ! Another strained silence, he gazing into the little glass the innocent-looking, seating himself t give me any right over you, when Joe asked him, I—I just up and did it.” “You will marry me?” looked at him searchin | ed with tears. {708 his | _when"— gly. Lefty had | “when I “Will 1?” she “You'll love me all right, “I'll make you the level tablespoonfuls. An ounce of pepper, four level table- yoo Hs f sal level tabl ounce of salt, two level tablespoon- ice | fuls. An ounce of mustard, four level table- They both laughed. “You acted so se — —~—— —————— i i 7 i : ; § 2 ft Pi i ! : $58 E i 2 £ g § ; i st f 5 : 2 : i 5 8 2 § 3 ; g § : : 3 : : : : 35 g ~~ g 4 g i £7 | j I it EH i i : : h | ; 3 52 I E ! | : i g g _EF g32 i & g : g ; Ly 8 g fe 83 : § £ : : 5 ET i f= 1 Eols g : g 1 g i § | ; : 3 i | $ 5 | § : 2 : g g £ | FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT. used by Parisiennes the collarless condition of the Hi bodices. White felt hats have come flying over the sea and their vogue for autumn is Before | a recipe; be- | used articles will be found correct: An ounce of granulated sugar equals honest, I did. And when | two level tablespoonfuls. = you went away, it just seemed to me like out of every: fuls. t so lonely I was reckless. I to care what happened. And sg me to run away with, I hh it i if Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands; but, like the sea- faring man on the desert of waters, you chase them as your guides, and, following them, you reach your destiny.—Carl Schurz. Trimmings placed directly at the back are seen on many of the smartest hats. are seen this season than at any previous They time and nothing has in it more satisfac- tion for a woman. small shapes. Gloves are dyed in every conceivable colored u ted. They are med with a bow of oe Sally Hints on Cutting.—If a dress be well cut you will have no trouble at all about putting it together. When you are cutting out a skirt al- ways allow plsy of turning around the ps. : Remember that if y told on the pattern to selvedge, it is ad to use ra your own common sense and, at least, to cut each side slightly on the bias. If this is done the joining place is not nearly so noticeable as if one side is on the bias and the other on the cutting out slecves always Sopbie your material and cut the two to- Then you are bound to cut them right and they will match ly. If the material be ooh that the stripes come directly over another. Pin the material and m nothing looks worse than two sleeves, the stripes in one of which do nd more. | those in the other. Housekeepers are often confused by of weights and measures in fore an accurate schedule | | is a good thing to have around. The fol- “Why not? Oh, why didn’t you say | lowing measures of the most generally ings down home? You won't lieve it, but I liked you better than any | man I ever saw—! An ounce of fiour, i'Guf level tablespoon- An ounce of butter, two level table- poonfuls. An ounce of ground coffee, five level | tablespoon:uls. An ounce ‘of cornstarch, three level fill- | tablespoonfuls. An ounce of thyme, eight level table- nfuls. An ounce of grated chocolate, three s. An ounce of cloves, four level table- spoonfuls. An ounce of cinnamon, four and a half level tablespoonf An ounce of maize, four level table- spoonfuls. An aunce of curry, four level table- spoonfuls. An ounce of chopped suet, a fourth of a cupful. oy ounce of olive oil, two tablespoon- s. : I a3 25 ake sure, "as ! ; i : : i | it £ i 8 i g g i ] i @ » g : » -
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