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The Governor’s Lady.
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to entertain here. You'd have me sit
back and take it easy and—rust!”
“You deserve everything you've got,
Dan,” answered Mrs. Slade, inconse-
quentially, entirely losing the point
of his tirade. “You struggled like a
dog. Nobody knows, only you and
me. We've been through it together.”
“Well,” demanded Slade eagerly
and hopefully, “why don’t you march
along with me then, Mary?”
His wife turned to him earnestly.
For a moment Dan Slade thought the
woman he loved was about to rise to
the occasion.
“Dan,” she said, “I'll tell you some-
thing. These expensive laundries ruin
your shirts right off, .and when I
washed ’em they lasted a whole year.
They ain't ironed right, either.”
“Oh, my God!” groaned Slade, help-
lessly, pitying her lack of understand-
ing rather than being angry with her.
“I wish you’d forget, Mary, that I
had to let you wash and scrub once.
We're up now. Let us kick the lad-
der out from under us and stay up—
forget how we got here.”
“But I don’t want to forget,” remon-
‘strated the little wisp of a woman op-
posite him. “I was perfectly content-
ed those days. I ain't now. I hate
this house. I hate it. It’s too big.
The help scare me, so many of ‘em.
I'd like jest one hired girl and my old
sitting-room set.” She stopped medi-
tatively, her thoughts wandering back
to the early days when her husband
took his pick and dinner pail and
tramped off to the mines, and she
sang as she bent over the washtub
and busied herself at the kitchen
stove.
Her husband sat with face averted,
his imagination carrying him far into
the future—a vision of honor as chief
executive of the state and power in
keeping with the untold riches he had
accumulated.
“That's it,” he finally exclaimed, “I
want to go ahead and you want to
stick over your washtubs. I need the
support of big people—got to mix with
em, and be one of ’em. And you
won’t.”
“No, I don’t have to,” replied Mary.
“I needn't.”
“You don’t see the necessity of join-
ing me?’ he asked, testily.
“I don’t know how.”
“Do you want to know how?” he
persisted.
“No,” came the provokingly indiffer-
ent answer.
© “You're putting the bars up in the
“This Is Some of Wesley Merritt's
Tin-Horn Tooting Writing.”
middle of the road,” he continued,
“and I'm making up my mind to
change things.”
Suddenly Mary’s lips quivered and
a hurt look showed in her eyes behind
the misty tears as she realized that
whatever she did irritated her hus
band. She started to speak, but was
interrupted by the entrance of a serv
ant, who announced that Senator
Strickland and his daughter had just
phoned to say that he and his daugh-
ter would call on their way to the
opera.
Slade’s face flushed and paled at the
thought—flushed at the pleasurable
surprise at this unlooked-for attention
from the senator, and paled as he
thought of the senator's stunningly
gowned daughter arriving to find his
wife in a cheap, illfitting dress that
would have looked badly even for
morning wear,
“Mary, you look like a steerage pas
senger,” he exclaimed suddenly, turn-
ing on the flustered little woman, who
was aghast at the very thought of a
call from the senator and his daugh-
ter. “Go upstairs and dress. I'll
make excuses and hold them till you
come down.” ;
“I can’t,” she gasped. “I ain’t got
time, anyway, and I haven’t anything
to go to the opera in.”
Slade leaned forward and struck
the table with his clenched fist. “Don’t
you understand? You must see these
people. Tonight's paper names me for
governor. Strickland’s influence ie
more necessary to me than any other
man’s in the whole state. He controls
the party. He's bringing his daugh-
ter to my house. You're meeting them
socially. Come on, now, come on”’—
he became persuasive—“put on a nice
little gown and come along and show
them you can do something. We'll
hold a reception here and it'll be a
direct answer to Wesley Merritt’s slur
on.you in tonight's paper.”
Go to the opera with Katherine
Strickland—with a women who had
just returned from Europe—the wom-
an who had dined with a queen and
been feted all over the continent. Hold
a reception—hostess in this house
where she felt, save for her Dan, a
stranger. Meet people who spoke in
what to her was a strange and alto-
gether unmanageable fashion—with
an accent she did not recognize as be- !
longing to her own plain western
speech.
Mary caught her breath with a sol
of dismay.
lyzed her. “I can’t, Dan,” she finally
managed to blurt out. “I'd do any
thing else for you—but not this.”
“Pll not ask you again,” replied
Slade, ominously, and poor Mary, toc
excited to interpret the threat, picket
up her sewing and her newspaperi
and made for the door.
“Tell them,” she exclaimed breath
lessly, “tell them I had a headache—
that’s a fashionable enough gous
anyway.” And, terrified, she fled ou
of the room as Katherine Strickland
and her father were announced.
[Continued next week.]
G0 TRAWLING IN LAGOONS
Whole Community Induiges in Pas
time of Fishing in South Pacific
Islands.
The natives of Barotonga, one of the
islands in the South Pacific ocean,
have a singular method of catching
fish in which the whole community
takes part, according to the New York
Evening Journal. On the shore of
the island there are many long, nar |
row lagoons, each lying between a!
beach and an outer reef of ceral, that |
usually swarm with fish. The natives |
choose one of these stretches of shal
low water for the fish drive, and close
all breaks in the reef by laying nets!
across them or building up rough bar:
riers with pieces of coral.
When they have done that, 600 or
700 men, women and children wade
into one end of the lagoon carrying!
little plaited fiber bags filled with utu
In most places the water is’
nut.
about three feet deep and nowhere
more than four feet;
behind them the bags of utu nut. As
this substance is wet it forms a pe-
culiar narcotic, which it diffuses
through tke water. The process is
oalled poisoning the lagoon.
Half an hour is allowed for the
“poison” to spread, and at the end of
that time all the fish are under the
influence of the drug and are swim:
ming about in a confused and aimless
manner. The natives, armed with
long-pronged spears, form a line that
reaches from side to side of the la-
goon, and drive the intoxicated fish
before them. When the fish are all
collected at the farther end of the
lagoon the natives begin to cry. “Eh.
hu-hu-u-u!” and the barbed spears fly
in all directions. The natives are
very dexterous with the spears and
the fish are so sluggish, owing to the
effects of the utu nut, that very few!
of them escape.
Many of the “poisoned” fish seek
the shelter of the coral reef and hide
in the crevices, and so some of the na-
They put on
tives “fish” the reef.
glass goggles and sink beneath the wa-
ter, where they remain submerged for
one or two minutes. They feel about
among the coral for the listless fish,
which they get with a short thrusting
spear. These methodical fishermen
usually make the biggest catches, but
the “merry men” in the open water
enjoy the best sport.
BROOKLYN MAN A BARONET
American-Born Citizen Can Claim Brit-
ish Honor If He Should Be
So Minded.
In the news recently there appeared
the statement that P. H. Graham &
Co. of 17 Battery place, New York, the
charterers of the steamship Winne-
conne, taking noncontraband goods to
Swedish or Danish ports, declared ev-
eryone concerned in the ownership or
charter of the vessel to be a native-
born American. While Mr. Graham
was born in this country, his father,
Sir Robert James Stuart Graham, is
the tenth baronet of Esk, the creation
of the title dating from 1629. He suc-
ceeded to the title in 1867 and in 1874
married Miss Eliza J. Burn of Brook-
lyn, where he has lived ever since.
His eldest son and heir to the title,
Mr. Montrose Stuart Graham, also
lives in Brooklyn. Mr. Percival Harris
Graham, head of the shipping firm, is
the second son, and lives at Bay Ridge.
The first baronet of Esk distin-
guished himself at the battle of Edge-
hill, and the third baronet was a Brit-
ish ambassador to France and a one-
time secretary to James II.
Upholder of Spontaneous Life Dead.
“The death of Dr. Henry Charlton
Bastian removes the last member of
the great scientific school which num-
bered among its associates Pasteur
and Darwin and Huxley,” says the
London Times.
“Doctor Bastian was one of the fight-
ing men of science; he knew no com-
promise, he sought no discharge. All
his life he did batle for ideas which
were unacceptable and which, in spite
of his labors, never achieved accept-
ance,
“These ideas may be stated short-
ly as the conception of life as a form
of energy which is capable of aris-
Ing spontaneously. Doctor Bastian de-
nied the theory that life arises always
from other life—the theory of Pasteur
and his disciples; he claimed that he
had proved conclusively that life could
arise of itself from inorganic mate-
rial.”
The very thought para :
Queen Sophia of Greece Invariably
Employs Architects Trained in
This Country.
Queen Sophia of Greece is a great
admirer of American country homes
and knows many of our finer places
‘well, remarks the Saturday Evening
| Post. She takes regularly all our
; publications devoted to country life,
and studies in detail our methods of
| landscape gardening, tree culture and
| floral display. She thinks we have
the most cheerfully and brilliantly
i beautiful homes in the world—*“bril-
liantly cheerful” was her phrase, in
fact—and is trying to adapt Ameri:
can ideas to the ornamentation of
the royal residences not only in the
| country, but in Athens as well.
{ Her majesty does us the honor to
| employ American architects on all the
buildings in which she is personally
interested, and an American has made
the plan for the model Greek hospital
which she hopes to build as soon as
the funds accumulate. There are prac
tically no Greek nurses and no train
ing school for nurses in Greece, and
as it is a part of her majesty’s plan
to have such a school in connection
with the new hospital when it is built,
she has a dozen or more Greek girls
in the United States now being trained
at her personal expense in one or two
of our hospitals and at a school in
Boston for teachers and supervisors’
positions.
“DEAD” MAN WRITES HOME
ROYAL ADMIRER OF AMERICA
PEARLS IN TOY DOG'S TAIL
Se 1
Man From Tokyo Had Gems in Silk |
Vest and Cigarette Box Worth |
Large Sum.
A little toy dog, with a stubby tail |
and a pointed nose, which would emit
a bark like a grunt when pressed,
stood on the table in the office of Jus-
tice Wardell, surveyor of the port pt
San Francisco, surrounded by a collec- |
tion of cultivated pearls. {
The tip of his tail was missing, as |
was the end of his nose, both of which |
had been cut away by customs inspec: |
tors.
The dog was only. one of many clever
contrivances used by Y. Nakane,
wealthy pearl merchant, when he made
a declaration at the customhouse say-
ing that he carried only $400 worth of
pearls.
An investigation -«¢ his baggage by
Custom Inspector J. B. Brosman re-
vealed pearls valued at more than $5,
000.
Nakane arrived in San Francisco
aboard the Tenyo Maru and declared
to the customs inspector that he had
$400 worth of pearls in a small jewel
case. An examination of the case
showed that it had a false bottom, and
pearls valued at $1,000 were revealed
with the destruction of the case. This
was the first lot to be discovered.
While the jewel case was being
taken apart Nakane drew from his
pocket a dainty Japanese tobacco box
and proceeded to roll a cigarette.
The beauty of the box attracted the
attention of Wardell, who asked to see
it at closer range. The box, when ex-
amined, revealed another $1,000 worth
of the precious gems. Nakane re-
moved his coat to assist in the work of
unpacking his cases.
Again Wardell was attracted by the
beauty of a silk vest and made an ex-
His Sister Had Taken a Spiritualist
Medium’s Assurance of a
Tragedy.
A letter received in Baltimore from
the British trenches in France put the ,
so the natives
march slowly up the lagoon, trailing
| nase of one spiritualist medium in that
| city out of joint. Tle letter was from
| a man who, the medium declared sev
' eral months ago, was dead.
The medium diseloséd the sad news
to Mrs. Emma Berman, who sought in-
formation of her brother. Mrs. Ber-
man accepted the medium’s word and
went into mourning.
The letter was received by Police
| Captain Henry from “Sergeant Har-
man, No. 25784, master cook, Com-
. chant’s trunks the inspector found a
| pany A, Seventeenth battery, R. M. M., |
| British expeditionary force, France.”
who is a patrolman. Sergeant Har-
man is the brother of Mrs. Berman
| who has been mourning him as dead.
: Just as Fond of Monkeys.
The number of famous literary men
| who are now serving in his majesty’s
| forces is so great that the happy idea
| has been conceived of publishing a
all celebrated authors who have be-
| come scldiers.
| Among the long list of names to be
| found in the volume, one of the best
| known is that of Mr. A. E. W. Mason.
| the novelist.
Formerly, Mr. Mason was a member
of parliament, and he telis of a man
who wrote a certain M. P. asking for a
ticket of admission to the gallery of
the house of commons.
The M. P. wrote back saying that
he was very sorry that he could not
send the ticket because the gallery
was closed.
The next day, he was astonished to
receive from the stranger the follow-
ing note:
will you please send me six tickets for
the zoo?”’—Exchange.
- CASTORIA.
asking for information of his brother,
As the gallery is closed, | way. The strange thing about these
' the dog’s nose.
| book, the contributors to which are !
| be with his family?
er to appear in Pittsburgh’s police
amination and found that in the cen-
ter of each of the buttons was set a
small pearl, which was so near the
color of the shell-like buttons that the
gems could only be detected by an ex-
pert. :
In the bottom of one of the mer-
toy dog carefully wrapped in tissue
paper. Nakane explained that it was
to be a gift to a child relative here.
An examination of the outside of the
toy revealed nothing; finally the tip of
the tail was removed with a pair of
scissors and it was found to be filled
with pearls. A like find was made in
Nakane then confessed he had tried
to smuggle the jewels into this coun-
try. The gems were confiscated.
Public Defender’s Idea.
“What in heaven’s name is the use
of sending to jail a man who ought to
What's the use
of giving a man a bad name wher a
good word will set him right?”
That's what the first public defend-
courts asked at the end of his rrst
day’s work.
There's no use following that old
method, but we've been a long time
finding it out. Sending a man to jail
is a poor way to take care of the man’s
family, but it’s the way we've taken
for ages.
Giving a man a bad name instead of
offering him the good word his heart
is aching to hear is wasteful, but it
was easier, we thought, than the right
matters is that the wrong way always
seems easier.—Pittsburgh Leader.
CASTORIA.
substance.
and allays Feverishness.
Diarrhoea.
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The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been
in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of
and has been made under his pers
sonal supervision since its infancy.
2 Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and ¢¢ Just-as-good ’’ are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Ol, Pare
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups.
contains neither Opium, Morphine ner other Narcotic
Its age is its guarantee.
NAAN
It is pleascas. It
It destroys Worms
For more than thirty years it
has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation,
Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and
It regulates the Stomach and Bowels,
assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA ALwAaYs
Bears the Sienature of
In Use For Over 30 Years
The Kind You Have Always Bought
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