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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
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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-
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half-dozen bottles
into the little glass.
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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
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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
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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,
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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.
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at you if you got sloppy.”
ve the chance,”
Jack, color high and head ha
prej against ili
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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
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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-
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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
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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
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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."
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toward the table.
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“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
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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
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“You'll love me all right,
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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.
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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-
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