WHEN JIM WAS DEAD. Whon Jim tv.n dinl 'Hit anrvofl him right," tha nnhnra ied, An' hiihM him fnr the life he'd led, Aa' him n-lylu' thnr at rest ,Wlth mt n n upon hla hronntl Abl iiienn.T rniol words thejr p4 Whrn Jim tvni di-nd. "Jpa killed hlMPlf," "Too moan tot live." Tliejr dl.ln't linr' one wonl ter lve Of cntnfdrt n they linveml nonr An' gnti'd ,u Jim a-ljrln' thrml "Thnr nln't no nn to talk." ttary od, "Hu'i better tleml." nut miildi'iily tlm room crowed atlll, While llod'K white miimhlne eemed ter till The dnrk plm-e with n gleam of life. An' o'er the dend alie tient Jlin'a wlfol An' with tier ll elomi, Horn ter hlis An thoih he knew nil' felt the klxn, Khe aolileil n tmielilir alght ter aiw "Ah, Jim wni always good ter me! I tell Ton, when that sum ter Unlit, It kinder set the dead man ilht; An' round the weepln' woman they Throw. l kindly arms of loTe that day, An' mingled with her own they shed TUt teudeivst tears whi'ii Jim was dead. Frauk 8. Stnnton. ROMANCE OF A PLAY. "But wlmt put the idea Into your iioa.I?" nkcl the lnilliiK "ll,n of the aininntist, as tliey MtmKl toKftlicr uiir iun the rvlifiirwil of tu now piny.' The dramatist was u lady, a kill, KllKht woman of ;-rhi9 thirty, with n Htrllcliiff face, HkIiUxI by a pair of ilark-blue vyea. Tho lHnuty of Unwo orw uuwle people somottmos fauty Mrs. ClaverlnK was beautiful but alio was uot: Uo was livU-lltftunl; slm was cUaruiliiK uiul syiupjuhotie, nnd alio Hud sunVrexl you could h Uiat lu her faee. roihapa, 1hen, slw was. In a House, beautiful. The lending man was Inclined t think so, and Uu lilted very mueU to talk to her. As for lver, she UiouKht him "a nleo fellow," and n.l mlml his acting, but Uint wns all. She buiIW at his question. "Oh, I harlly know!" she said, with aa abseut look iu hor blue eyes. "Don't you like it V" "Like it V Yes, of course, I do; It's tolling, very telling; a bit romantic, you know." "Oh. yon I not like real life; but real life is sometimes too prosaic for the statfe. I often think these pessimists one hears so much of now have known voir little trouble. They are too fond of dabbling in the miseries of exist ence." The loading man gave the speaker a Quick look; but his cue came just then in fact, lie had missed it and be hnd to run forward to take bis olace. Mrs. Clavoring was a novelist who had not been very long In liondon, having spent most of her life abroad. She had written two or three one-act uloces, which had been well received; and now she had launched into u three-act piece and was going to pro duce It at a matinee. It was a clever play, well put together and well writ ten, but not calculated to set the town talking, rtiougli superior to a good many plays that do set tho town talk ing. What the loading man alluded to wns. ns It were, the motif of the piece. The hero, In the llrst act, cast off his ' wife and left her, declaring he would live ns he chose, she hampered him, and so on. The wife, still loving the man who was so cruel to her, declared he could uot shake her off. "1 ftha'l be with you," she cries, "whether you will or no! You shall hear tne call to you when the darkest hour of your life comes; and If I cannot win you back to love, I will at least keep you from crime." In the second act the hero Is about to marry a rich girl; the wedding Jtupsts arrive, nil Is ready, when sud deuly he starts; ho hears his wife's voice calling him; he is nppaled, con-soloncc-strickeu; he confesses his In tended crime. In the third act mat ters have reached a climax; the hern, ruined socially and lu purse, Is about to commit suicide; once more the warn lue -voice arrests him, he illngs tho pistol away, and ns he does so his wife enters nud the two are completely re conciled. "A charming Idea." said the leading lady to the author, "but don't you make Margaret too forgiving?" "I don't know Graham is hor hus baud." "That makes It harder." "Oh! no, I tlilnk it makes it easier." "Do you?" aloud but to herself: "Her husband was one of the good sort, or she wouldn't talk so. It's nil right to forgive like that In a play; in real life the husband would go the old way again lu no time at all." "Yes," said Mrs. Clavoring. "Have you ever read Browning's 'Any Wire to Any Husband?" The leading lady raised her brows. "No. Indeed!" she said. "Browning is too deep for me," "Any one can understand that. Head It." The stago manager came up to ask about a proposed "cut, ' nnd the lead ing lady turned away to ask the lead ing man whether Mrs. Clavoring was a widow, divorced or separated. "I'm sure I don't know," was the answer; and nobody else did. She lived In apartments near one of th. West Central sqi-nres, nnd wns al wnvs welcome in the literary and ar tistic circles in which she moved, and. though it was generally presumed that hor husband was dead, It could not be recalled that she had ever said so; nnd sometimes In those days It Isn't wlso to 1h' curious ulnmt people's ab sent or uon-cdt huslNinds. When you came to think of it. Indeed. It would be difficult to assert positively thai Clavoring was hor real ' name. Her novels were published as by Alix Clavoring. and when she came to lin den she called herself Mrs. flavoring, which might or might not be a notu do guore; for It w.rs hor publishers who llrst Introduced her Into London liter ary society; and it was not their busi ness to disclose her real utuue. sup posing that she had another name than that under which slie chose to appear. The rehearsal was over and Mrs. Clavoring went home. She had n few alterations to make In the second nnd third acts, and after a slight luncheon she settled herself to the task. Sot tied? She seemed very restless and worked very fitfully. Sometimes, f,r niinutos together, she sat with her face bidden In her hands and more than once tears trickled through her fingers. "They say the plero Is likely to catch on." said a gentleman, wtio, in truth, was a backer tu a West Kud theatre. He was one of a group of men lu tho KuioklD room of rattier boheuiiau club and his remark was In continua tion of a desultory chat between him self and a well-known actor ninnnger. "Yes." answered the other carelessly, ns he knocked tho ashes ofT his cigar. They say that of so many of these matinee shows, and they'ru generally such rot!-' "What play Is that, If I may ask?" Inoulrcd a man who had Just caught tho last words. The sneaker wns an uncommonly handsome man, apparently about thirty-six or thirty-seven, but he had a reckless look, uot pleasnnt to see. A caul Ions man would think twice before introducing this gentleman Into his home, for besides his personal good looks, he had n sweet-toned voice and an attractive address, and with these weapons of attack he could easily coniiuer women's hearts, breaking them afterwards at his leisure. The "backer" answered him. "A piece written by Mrs. Clavoring, the novelist. Shes not a pren.lce hand. Some one-act plays of hers have boon done nlnndy." "I remember reading one of her novels; It was clover," said Mr. Leslie. "What's the play about Y" You noticed, whim he spoke, that his IOngllsh was slightly tinged wllh foreign accent. That wns natural enough, for his life, since his youth, had been passed abroad, nnd he had only come to ling land about a mouth ago. "I can't tell you; story out of the beaten track, they say, again. I shall be able to send you a stall, If you euro to go. You needn't sit It out If you are too much Ix.red." Wilmot Leslie was already a favorite with the men who know him. lu this topsy-tnrvey world it often happeiu that tliv least worthy are the most at tractive. "Thanks,' Leslie answered, "I shall be very pleased to go. A trial matinee U something of a novelty to mo, you know. One doesn't have them abroad.'' "No, thank hiiiveu!" groaned the actor-manager and Leslie laughed, but his laugh wns not mirthful; It would uot strike you that he was a happy ninu. l'erliaps, like a good mauy, lie wns trying to live down ills conscience. Some one suggested cards, and a move was made to the card-room. There Leslie proved a "plunger," but he generally won, and a keen observer of human nature might have noticed tlvnt there wns something fictitious iu his excitement us if he were keeping uu the steam, ns It were, to prevent his "Inner self asserting Itself. At a. m. he walked through the growing dawn to the chambers, but the ghosts that flitted along by his side oil the way followed him in nud kept their silent wntch, ghosts of evil deeds nnd missspent hours. There was one gliost that came nearer to him than the others nud looked at him with tho eves of unutterable pain and sorrow. He covered his face, but he saw those eyes all the same; ho called himself a fool nnd cursed his "nervous mood," but tho spectres never stirred, and tho sad eyes grew sadder that was alL "I have done with It all!' he cried, with a reckless laugh. "I'm getting sentimental. Touf! I'll settle ac counts with a six-shooter if I can't get" rid of these fancies any other way. It's too late to bark back.' The day of the matinee en me. The play wns called "Opal" from the legend of that beautiful stone that glows bright while the love of the wearer for the giver burns clear and strong, and grows dim when love fal ters and falls. Leslie's stall was in tho last row. nnd he knew noue of the neoDlo near him; his acquaintances lu Kneland were at nt present not many. He looked careless'y over his pro gramme, nnd bit his lip for a mo ment with n qulekdrawn breath; his tongue linos t whispered the name of the heroine, Margaret. But the name is common enough. He listened to tho clatter of the people about him mostly professionals uot because It had any Interest for him, but because he boil ed anything that took his attention away from retrospection anything j tnnt urovs the ghosts a little further away. The curtain rose; the play began. Leslie listened at llrst with the languid ludiffereuco of the blase playgoer. By and by he became Interested; he watched and list, nod Intently. He held his breath when tho hero flung his wife from him and went out. It was the close of the act and tho peo ple In front applauded, nil except Wil mot Leslie. He did not stir. In the second act the Interest deep ened; the man In the stalls with tho handsome, reckless fnco wns enthrall ed. The fellow In the play was haunt ed so was he, Wilmot Leslie. He scarcely heard the applause; never lifted a hand how could he? Tor this was not a play it was reality. Mar garet loves her husband through all through uufaith and desertion aud nil ids piled-up sius against hor. Bah! it Is a play a woman's sentimental notions. Let tho au;hor be tried. She She would not keep tho opal bright. The man wasn't worth one tea of hers. Let him be cast out aud be forgotten, as ho deserved. And now came tho third nnd last net, where tho husband is prevented from committing the crime lie medi tates: nnd lu the end, lu n beautifully written scone which alone, said the critics afterwards, ought to make the fortune of the play Margaret forgive the man who so bitterly wronged her. Wilmot Leslie, white as death yet otherwise masking, for pride's sake, the agony iu his heart listened to the words every one of which stabbed him with fatal blows. A p'ay yes, only a play! but. oh; that there could be for his wasted, sinful life such u last uct as this! The curtain was down a'ud the house applauding nud calling for the author. Wilmot Leslie, eager to see the wo man who could write like this, linger ed, and presently Mrs. Clavoring np neared at the wing to bow hor thauks. The face Unshod for a second upon Leslie's startled gaze; tho next his eves were blinded by a scarlet mist ho saw nothing, heard nothing, knew nothing. He groped his way out to the lobby; some one spoko to him; he gave no answer, he had not beard. Ho reached his own rooms going on through the streets In the same dazed wav and there he flung himself down, and with a great and exceedingly bit ter cry. "Margaret! Margaret I" "A geutlmao, ma'am, ak to see you," "What inline, Jnnt?" said Allx Oluv rrlns, putting aside n pile of n-.orn'iis papers, n.'l of which, more or lo.-?. praised the new play, Ihnug't s.;.ie suld that Margaret's love wis tin nearly divine to be possible lu real life. "He said you would not know It. inn'am. He would not detain you long. ' "Still. I suppaio he has a name. Wed. show htm up." Tho servant retired, and In a min ute Aliened ihn door ngatn. A tall man cimie lu, just n step beyond tho threshold, and paused there, the door closing behind lil in. Mrs. Cnverlug rase to her feet, trembling, paling, and they stood face to face after seven years husband and wife; seventy times seven yenrsof wrong between theiu. Tho man spoke llrst, his bond lient, his voice hoarse, nnd broken, the sen tences falling from his Hps lu disjoint ed fragments. "1 have teon in Kngland for a inonlli pa.st. I did not know that you called yourself Claverlug. No matter I should not have troubled you, only " He paused. It might hnvo helped him If he had seen hor fnco; but he did not see It; he dared not lift his eyes to hers. He went on with nn effort: "I saw your play yesterday, nnd I snw you The woman Mar garet thai wns not you you? Only a boautirul piny Isn't that It?" "No." she s aid slowly. She did not move, but clasped her hands tightly over her lnlnnlivg heart. "Tho woman Margaret Is my heart Sho loved him all through though his sins were scar let, lie was her husband! And he loved ier once! So when ho came back to Iter, casting all the evil years behind lilin. she forgave him!" "No. no!" the man cried, trembling la every limb. "She could not forgive such a wrong! The mossngo wns for me. Margaret; It was only a piny!" "It wns deep cnlllng unto deep," she said: "it was my heart calling to vours: She stretched out hor hands towards dm. and ho looked up- and saw tha iKut ln nor eyes. Ho staggered for "vara, with a broken cry, and fell down lr lwi , ... I i t , uu BUU 'nia nor arms uui ma necK nud drew his head against her. "My husband." she said. Loudon Sketch. Btnmbled, bnt Conquered. Tho crowning specimen of ludicrous jmplossuoss ln the face of elusive svl lables la that of the unfortunate speak er who, at a pnthetlc poiitft of his ad dress, when his liero wns nbout to undergo a heartrending parting from hotix. and friends, uttered, In his most molting voice: "Biddy, dlddy " He stopped confused; flushed, set his mouth nnd tried again, with a diittoult i-iwuimijou or rue interrupted pathos: "Dlddy, biddy " Something was wrong still. He grew scarlet, perspired, nnd gasped forth a third attempt, not more intelligible. His hearers could none of them inter pret It It might be High German, or it might 1m a Mother Uoose rofraln' "Dlddy, biddy, biddy doot" The situation was diwperato; but tho persistent orator rallied, paused until ho had fully recovored his self-control, and trying once more, with slow uf. teranco nnd distinct onuncintlon, con quered at length the simple phase whioh hnd overttirown him. He aald "Did ho bid adieu?" Firm to the I.ant. The applo has always been n popu lar divining medium In love affairs. Horace mentioned its use ln this con nection. A lover would take a pip between tho linger nnd thumb aud shoot it up to the ceiling, nnd If It struck It his or her wish would bo ac complished. Nowadays a maiden tets I'ho fidelity of hor beloved bv putting a pip ln the fire, at the same time pronouncing his name. If the pip bursts with a report, it Is a sign that he loves her; but should It burn silent ly, she is convinced of his want of truo affection. Gay's "Hobnolla" ex periments with tho pips bv placing one on each chock one for Lublerkln and the other for Boobyclod: "But Boobyolod soon drops upon the ground, A certain token that hU love's unsound; While Luhberkin slioks firmly to the last." Hope Deferred. "It was too bad about young Chuck stor and Miss rilmmer." "Why, I thought they were married Christmas Day?" "They were to have been. Imt Ohiiek. stor was taken sick With the measles ' ana the wedding had to bo postponed two weeks." "Well, they were married nt the ond of the two weeks, weren't they?" "No, there came a smallpox scare, yos remember, and Miss I'llmmer was vaoeluated. It book with so much en thusiasm that when he go well she was still nick, and they had to put off the wedding another two weeks," "At the end of that titno they wore married, I suppose?" "No, the preacher that's to marry them Is down with the grip." Chicago Tribune. 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