Demorraic atom
Belletonte, Pa.,
AT ILENE’S PAREY.
January 15, 1915.
(Copyright.)
Mary Bower sat in her favorite
chair, trying to read.
But the printed words were blurred
by the memory of others far more in
teresting—the honeyed .phrases of
her erstwhile lover, Allan James. The
sting of it all was that she had only
the memory of them now, for the
staid and serious Allan had grown
weary of Mary’s numerous flirtations
and had haughtily withdrawn his at-
tentions.
, When two days had passed and no
Allan pushed the electric button at
the front door Mary knew that she
loved him.
On the third day she knew that
she would never love any other, and
on the fourth she became convinced
that there was nothing for her to do
but get into a nunnery.
This was the fifth day and, although
Mary was still certain that the career
of .a mother superior was now the
only one suited to her broken life,
she had persistently thought of an-
other man who had been rather at-
tentive of late.
She knew his telephone number,
too; and there on the library table,
in front of her, sat the telephone, si-
lently inviting her to use it.
Suppose she called up Jack Ben-
nett and chatted with him for a few
‘minutes? It would while away part
‘of the time which must elapse before
she could get to the nunnery.
She lifted the receiver and softly
gave Jack’s number to the operator.
Silence for the space of one min-
ute—then the cheery voice of Jack:
“Hello, hello!”
“Hello; I am Mary Bower.”
“Oh, I am awfully glad to hear you
again, Miss Bower.
“So am I,” cooed Mary.
lovely day?”
“Perfectly ripping.”
“I hope tomorrow will be fine.”
“Why? Is there something on?”
“Yes—something wonderful.”
“Well, aren’t you going to. invite
me?”
Mary paused—she had nothing on
for the next night—knew of nothing—
but here was too good an opportunity
to get Jack’s society for one whole
evening.
“If you care to go as my escort,”
she replied sweetly.
“Care!” Jack’s tone intimated that
he had no other object in life. “When
shall I call for you?”
“About eight o’clock.”
~ “What shall I wear? Full dress,
patent leathers, et cetera?”
“Yes, of course.”
Mary replaced the receiver and
dropped the book altogether.
‘Whatever should she do? ‘What
should she say to Jack when he came
to escort her to a party the next
night? Must she confess to him that
she had, in plain English, lied?
Then the butler showed Miss Ilene
Grannis into the library.
Mary threw herself into her friend’s
arms.
“Ilene,” she gasped, “I have invited
a man to escort me to a party—and—
there is no party.”
Ilene grasped the situation at. once
and asked the man’s name.
“Jack Bennett.”
“Too good to be wasted,” she said.
“We'll have a party.”
“Where?”
“At my house.”
“But whom can we invite on such
short notice? Do you realize that it
is tomorrow night?”
“Yes, perfectly, but we will have
that party. I will phone you tomor-
row. Good-by, dear; don’t worry.”
Thereupon Ilene went off, leaving
Mary much relieved, and wondering
whether she could ever care as much
for Jack as she had for Allan. After
twenty minutes spent in honestly ex-
amining the true state of her feelings,
she knew that she couldn’t. However,
she would never get Allan back, and
she was manifestly unfit for a nun.
At fcur o'clock the next afternoon
Ilene telephoned.
“It’s going to be a perfectly beauti-
ful party; I've got six men and three
girls, besides ourselves.”
“You are a darling,” declared Mary.
Before she could inquire who the six
men were Ilene rang off.
Six! Mary repeated the auspicious
numeral subconsciously, and with the
same delight that a mighty hunter re-
peats the news that there are ten
tigers and five lions prowling in the
adjacent forests.
Mary began to regret that she had
invited Jack Bennett at all. He was
nice, of course, but not quite nice
‘enough for her. Surely among six ab-
solutely new men she could find a
more suitable substitute for Allan
James. She had been foolish to ask
Jack to escort her to the party. That
would mean that she must devote her
evening to him, and there would be
six men there whom she had never
met before!
Entirely forgetting that had Jack
mot responded so readily to her vague
invitation there would have beer no
party, Mary called him up again.
“Hello, ‘Mr. Bennett,” she began
sweetly. “I'm terribly sorry, but I
shall have to ask you to meet me at
‘the party tonight. It’s at Ilene Gran-
nis’ house, and she has invited me
to dine with her before it begins.”
“Oh, all right,” replied Jack cheer-
Mary hung up the receiver, shud-
\dering. Another fabrication!
“Isn’t it
a
Every room in the Grannis house
was lighted brilliantly that night when
Mary arrived.
Ilene was wearing her best gown,
and in a rear room might be seen Mrs.
Grannis, gorgeously frocked in char
meuse and lace, playing checkers with
her husband until it should be time to
play the chaperon.
“I told Jack Bennett to meet me
here,” said Mary.
“That’s a good idea,” replied Ilene.
“The girls have come, and five of the
men. Everybody's here now except
Jack and Allan James.”
Mary’s dainty white hand sought a
chair-back for support as she gasped:
“You invited Allan?”
“Yes.”
“Then there is nothing for me to do
but go home. Allan and I are not
speaking.”
“You can’t go,” replied Ilene de-
cisively. “Jack Bennett is coming es-
pecially for you, and if you can’t
speak to Allan I can.”
The doorbell rang, and Mary start-
ed violently. Perhaps that was Allan
now. To recover some of her usual
self-possession she went to the piano
and began to play.
Presently a careful glance over her
shoulder told her that Allan was in
the farther room, presenting a large
bouquet of flowers to Ilene. Just then
there was a frightful discord in the
music. Mary recovered herself quick-
ly and went on. No one seemed to no-
tice the discord. Everybody was hav-
ing a remarkably good time.
Mary played softly, for she wanted
to know the minute that Jack Bennett
came. Then she would show these un-
appreciative men whom Ilene had in-
vited that she was not without charms
for their sex.
But Jack was disgracefully late. A
clock in the hall kept a sickeningly
accurate account of the flight of
time. Was it possible that he would
not come, after all?
She stopped playing abruptly and
wheeled around, anger and indigna
tion visible in every line of her youth:
ful figure and piquant face.
The others looked up, startled and
embarrassed.
“Oh, Mary!” exclaimed Ilene con:
tritely. She got up and went over to
her friend, slipping her arm appeal
ingly around Mary’s waist. With su
perior tact she attempted to draw
Mary into the pleasant circle that had
been formed behind her back, as it
were.
But Mary could not mix that night;
the presence of Allan James embar
rassed her, and the task of listening
for Jack to come made her silent and
distrait.
The evening slipped by with sick:
ening rapidity, and Jack did not
come.
The fact that Ilene grew gayer and
more amusing with every passing mo
ment did not comfort Mary. A girl
whom Allan James favored with
flowers and attention for one whole
evening could well afford to be gay
But what was she to do? In the
simple society of Mary’s native town
it was understood that the young
men of a party should escort the girls
to their homes.
failed her.
up, and Mary was on the verge of ask-
ing Mrs. Grannis to let her remain
there all night when Ilene informed
her that Allan James was going tao
“see” her home.
Mary tossed her head, but she of
fered no objection. Of course, Ilene
had asked Allan to do this, and he
had consented for her sake.
Mary, muffled in furs, with warm
overshoes, went out into the beautiful
night, conscious of a little rift of
light in her dark cloud.
For one whole block she and her
tall, serious escort made no remark.
At the beginning of the second
block Allan remarked stiffly:
“It’s a beautiful night.”
“Very,” replied Mary politely.
At the end of the third block he
took her arm and helped her across
the street. Mary glanced up timidly.
“I am sorry to have to {trouble
you,” she said.
“How?” he asked shortly.
“Why, like this,” she answered.
“This is no trouble,” he replied de-
cisively.
“Did you enjoy the party?”
“Yes, I enjoyed the party,” replied
Allan.
Mary sighed; it had always been
difficult to start things with Allan.
She must plunge at once into person-
alities, or her golden opportunity
would be gone.
“I didn’t flirt tonight,”
softly.
Allan laughed in a way that made
Mary wince.
“You couldn’t very well,” he an-
swered; “Ilene carried off all the
honors.”
- “I suppose,” she sald wearily, “that
it would be difficult for you to under-
stand how interesting it is to flirt with
new people.”
Allan considered the proposition for
several minutes.
“Not after this evening,” he replied
honestly.
“Oh,” she said, breathlessly, “you
were flirting, then?”
“Didn’t it look like it?”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t have dared
say so.”
They had reached Mary's home
now and they paused just inside the
high box fence.
“As for me,” said Mary, casting her
eyes down, “I am going to be a
nun.”
“A nun!” Allan almost shouted the
words. He took Mary's unresisting
hands and drew her quickly to him.
“That is impossible,” he said, “be-
cause you're going to marry me,”
she said
Mary’s escort had
TRIBUTE TO MARK TWAIN
The Greatest Boy of Fiction, the
American Boy, Who Knew
Human Nature.
What a man Mark Twain was! Be-
ginning as a barefoot boy in a sleepy
Mississippi river town, a journeyman
printer with a little education and no
promise of a future, a river pilot, an
unlucky prospector, he became a man
of worldwide fame and immense influ-
ence. His books have gone every-
where, have made generations laugh
and weep. He was not only a great
humorist, he was a man of high cour-
age and fine ideals, a man who hated
shams and lies, and struck at them
fiercely. He knew human nature,
laughed at its queer contradictions,
admired and respected its goodness
and kindness. Always he is intensely
American, without being provincial.
Not only did he have a genius for
writing. He had a genius for being
a man.
If, as a young man, he was inclined
to be too extravagant, too irreverent,
he conquered that tendency. He grew
in wisdom and in perception, and he
loved people, loved men and women
and children. That is why we all
love him. ‘There is a glow to him.
You can warm your heart at his
books, much as you warm your hands
at a fire.
Mr. Gilbert Chesterton, the English
author, and a wit himself, says of
Mark Twain: “All honest people saw
the point of Twain’s wit. Not a few
dishonest people felt it.”
But to the whole world of youth
Mark Twain is Tom Sawyer, the im-
mortal boy, the greatest boy of fiction,
the American boy, and yet the es-
sential boy that links all boys of what-
ever nationality together. Tom and
Huck—what more do you want.—St.
Nicholas Magazine.
ENDED TRICK OF WILY YOUTH
Boy Was Naturally Annoyed When
Harvest of Dimes Was Brought
to an End.
A bootblack stood sobbing on a
Fifth avenue corner. ‘What's the
trouble?” asked a sympatheic passer-
by.
“Ah! boss,” he moaned, “some guy
stole my t’'ings. Day was new, an’ I
can’t go home tonight widout 'em. Me
fadder ’ll sure gimme a lickin’ . . .”
and so on.
The passer-by was reaching into his
pocket, when the wailing one turned
so that the electric light fell on his
face. His eyes were dry. The incip-
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looked back to see developments.
The boy was quiet until three wom-
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outcries. They stopped, heard his
tale, and gave him dimes.
- Two nights later the same man was
at another corner. Again he heard a
dolorous sound. There was the boot-
black in the same attitude. He did
not recognize the passer-by, who
stopped and questioned him. The
same tale was forthcoming.
“Who taught you this performance,
| h d k on
The party showed signs of breaking ! and how meh do vyou.make a day
the boy was asked. He suddenly
stopped weeping, looked up in affright,
and bounded away, shouting as he
ran:
“Hey, you think you’re wise, don’t
you?’—New York Evening Post.
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portraits on color by photography,
which, it is claimed, gives remarkably
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for practical commercial purposes, al-
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This process is stated to be a modifi-
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| taken in a special camera, or in a regu-
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“Queer” Money in 313 A. D.
The fact that counterfeiting in
coins .existed 1,600 years ago was
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the University of Pennsylvania mu-
seum announced that among Egyptian
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counterfeiting outfits, according to the
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+ York World.
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Few Indeed Are Their Hours of En-
joyment and Sad the End That
Awaits Them All.
Drones are usually looked upon as
lazy, useless creatures. They never
do any work, but are fed by the work-
er bees on the best the hive can af-
ford, and this in a season of jhe year
when the workers are busiest for 24
hours a day with the gathering and
curing of honey. Why do the bees
treat them with such respect in the
busy harvest time? The reason is
that the bees are raising a number of
young queens at this time, for the fu-
ture generation. The queen is des-
tined to be the mother of all the bees
reared in thc hive for the next year
or two. She is the only one in the
hive that can lay eggs, and she will
some day lay them at a rate of from
two to four thousand a day. The
drones are the male bees raised at the
same time with the queens. From
their midst the virgin queen will some
day select her mate. Without them
she could not attain maternity, held
by the bees in greatest honor. For
this reason they are treated royally
until the wedding trip of the queen.
When she returns a widow, leaving
her drone-mate (usually the most per-
sistent of all suitors) dead in the
field, the bees make short work of the
remaining drones. They seize them
by the neck and throw them out of
the hive bodily to die of hunger in
the midst of plenty.—Francis Jaeger.
KNEW WEAKNESS OF MEN
Dr. Johnson's Idea of Their Glorifica-
tion of War Showed Him a
Student of Nature.
Sturdy Englishman that he was,
one hardly associates Doctor Johnson
with dicta that will serve in a recruit-
ing campaign. Perhaps the times,
says the Westminster Gazette, hold
events of such gargantuan import
that it is hardly a matter for wonder
that in casual reading one may chance
upon a passage in the utterances of
a past giant that seems particularly
apt in reference to current events of
our time:
“We talked of war,” says Boswell
Johnson: “Every man thinks meanly
of himself for not having been a sol-
dier, or not having at sea.” Boswell:
“Lord Mansfield does not.” “Sir, if
Lord Mansfield were in a company of
general officers and admirals who
have been in service he would shrink;
he’d wish to creep under the table.”
.«. “No, sir; were Socrates and
Charles XII of Sweden both present
in any company, and Socrates to say,
‘Follow, me and hear a lecture on phil
osophy;’ and Charles, laying his hand
on his sword, to say, ‘Follow me and
dethrone the czar;’ a man would be
ashamed to follow Socrates. Sir, the
impression is universal; yet it is
strange.”
“The impression, at any rate, contin-
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“Books , & Ma gazines.
The molds are of brick. The plan
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of a coin in soft clay and then burn
the two sides. An opening was left at
the top, in which molten metal was
poured. The rogues flourished in the
reigns of the Roman emperors Max-
imus, Licinus and Constantius, from
313 to 367 A. D.
A Dietetic Motto.
Between the faker and the faddist
the mere commonplace everyday man
finds himself nowadays between the
devil and the deep sea; his gastro-
nomic path is strewed with difficulties
and beset with fears. Trembling, he
pursues his way, with no heart left in
him to achieve that perfect ideal of
the true simple life, as expounded to
Max O’Rell by the cabman who wore
a yellow ribbon in his buttonhole:
“Eat what you like, drink what you
like, and don’t care a damn for any-
body."—In “The Epicure.”
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