-THE COLUMBIAN, BLOOMSBURCL, PA.
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OF COPY
lly Helen Brandon.
MARTIN VOSSICKEU beheld a
slender, Rlrllsh figure, u:id a
gentle, tender, Klrllsh (ace, with fair
hair and the softest eyes conrolviibln.
A pathetic air of helplessness seem el
' envelop her, and this was the niajj-
that first attracted Martin, bMng
lself an athletic animal of f.oimo
n? over six feet, and as little like
'.! popular notion of the popular
: x ellat at possible.
She- was Idling away a summer
: -ont.h with her aunt, Mrs. Rntul.ill,
in, the Manor, where Martin, who
lived In an Ivy-clad cottage at Sux
toa, was a frequent and ever-wel-corno
visitor. Thus they met.
When he came to talk to her, hs
found her less helpless than at first
he had conveyed the Impression of
being which Is often the way with
vomeo. Nor were her eyes always as
oft and gentle as the first glanca
from them had seemed to him
which, again, is often the way with
women. Those eyes were of a deep
brown, widely set and thoughtful,
and they had a disconcerting trick
of rlvettlng themselves upon you un
til their glance appeared to pene
trate Into the privacy of your inmost
thoughts.
Charmed at first, Martin was d:i.
xled presently. He found her blight
and witty, with a subtle, scholarly
wit which would have pleasantly sur
prised him In a man, but which he
found Inexplicable In a woman, for
lie was one of those who frequently
to their undoing have a rather low
estimate of the Intellectuality of the
o-called weaker sex.
He went home Inspired by a pro
found admiration for Rose Gerard,
nd promising himself that, so long
as she remained at the Manor, he
would find his way there even mora
often than usual.
He kept that promise so very well
that from a frequent he became a
dally visitor. He was busy at the
time upon one of those anemic novels
. which had brought him a fair meas
ure of fame with a decadent public,
and each afternoon, when his four
hours' work Martin only worked
four hours a day was done, he
would stroll over to the Manor for
tea.
Saxton waited on tiptoe for the
r nnonncement of the engagement of
'.lopular novelist to Mrs. Randall's
. -ruing niece. But Saxton was dlu
clnted. Martin Vosslclter was cer
' ily making love to Rose, but the
o was purely artistic without yet
. . .;ig of that art which conceals art.
1 jr the first time In his career he
had come upon an opportunity of
making copy out of a real, HVe per
son. He set himself to mnke It, and she
appeared to be assisting him with a
degree of verve, sympathy, and un
derstanding which, while It amazed
him considerably, pleased htm still
more. His favorite pose was that of
a victim of unrequited love. This the
exigencies of his case demanded, for
such were the circumstances under
which the hero of his anemic novel
was laboring. Never for a moment
had he permitted himself a hopeful
tone.
Rose had fallen a victim to his
mental suggestion, and she accept
ed the situation which characteris
tic if hardly feminine readiness.
She seemed to play the part he had
assigned to her Just as he half con
sciously only was playing the part
he had assigned to himself. She was
capricious, petulant, arch and mock
ing by turns, but rarely tender, and
then It was a tenderness that faded
almost as soon as It took shape.
But It was affording Martin some
thing more than amusement. It was
quipping him with much rich mate
rial. The mental notes he made
while In her company he transferred
to paper each evening, to be anon
molded Into his novel. And so his
book grew apace, and the frothy
brilliancy which his readers had
come to look for In his work was
ireachlng In "The Futile Quest" a
height to which It had never soared
before.
At last the time drew near for
Rose's departure from Saxton. The
hero of "A Futile Quest" had come
to the stage of proposing to the hero
ine, and Martin had been unable to
decide whether to rely purely upon
his Imagination for that which
should be the culminating scene of
his book, or whether to avail himself
once more of Rose Gerard and to
first HJ through the scene.
He feared this might be driving
his copy hunting a little too far; but,
on the other hand, the benefits his
work might derive from It were to
Judge by the past likely to be con
siderable. He was tempted very
sorely.
At last he took his resolve. He
would propose to her. He was as
sured that she was no more In love
with him than he was with her. She
would be amused by this consumma
tion of all the poses they had hith
erto assumed, and he never doubted
that she would rise to the occasion.
He mad up his mind on his way
to the manor. Opportunity came to
him after tea.
"Rose," he said presently tbiy
had com to call each other by Chris
tian names a week ago "do you
know that I am glad you are going?"
"There are certain Joys which It la
more polite to dissemble than to
press," said she, seutentlously.
"ft Is not a question of polite
tiess," he answered, lugubriously.
"Why are you glad thnt I a;n go
ing?" she snld. "For my own part,
I am sorry."
His hand fastened Instantly upon
her arm.
"Do you really mean It?" he asked,
with sudden fervency.
"Why, of course!" she laughed. "I
am very sorry to leave Auntie; eho
has been so very kind."
119 removed his hand from her
arm.
"Oh! M i's. Randall!" he torn-
plained. "You can think of every
body but mo."
"Why should I think of you, since
you confess yourself glad thnt I am
going? Why are you glad?"
He hesitated. For a moment he
sat thinking. Then, looking up and
encountering the steady gaze of her
brown eyes
"I am glad because" his voice
trembled "because It is better so;
better that I should see no more of
you." He dropped his glance. "My
lot does not lie In the smooth places
of the world," he continued, tragi
cally. "It Is not such an existence as
I could ask any woman to share.
That is why I rejoice that, In a cou
ple of days, we shall have passed out
of each other's way of life."
He paused. Somehow, he was not
doing at all well. He was beginning
to feci ashamed of himself. But It
wus her hand that now fell upon his
sleeve, and her voice quivered
slightly.
"Do you mean that you care?" sho
asked.
Inwardly ho groaned. He was not
to bo allowed to retreat, after all.
As he was a gentleman, he could not
do so now.
He had overreached himself In his
Infernal eopy hunting, and he must
go on although a church and a nup
tial service should bo at the end of
the road he was following.
"That," he faltered, 'is whut I
meuu."
There was a pause, during which
her soft eyes were lowered and his
furtive glance could make nothing of
her expression.
"Hut If that is so," she murmured,
"why should you rejoice at my go
ing?" "Have 1 not said that it is becausa
my road through life Is one which I
cannot ask a woman to tread?"
"But If if Bhe cared?" The brown
eyes flashed him a glance that were
veiled again.
Ho trembled. The artistic re
searches that had lured him Into this
situation were all forgotten. He felt
like one who had trembled into a
trap, and his only thought was how
ho might extricute himself.
"If she cared," he replied, un
steadily, "that would be all the more
reason why I should go."
"There speaks no lover," said she,
quietly. "It Is too cold and calculat
ing. If you really cared, you would
make a bid or her, and ask her, at
least, whether she were not willing
to risk the future with you, what
ever It might be. No, Martin, my
friend, you have deluded yourself.
You do not care; you only fancy that
you do."
"You have no feelings!" he ex
claimed at last. "I can say of you,
as Carlyle said of Ruskin, you are
like a beautiful bottle of soda
water."
That was their last Interview be
fore she left Saxton. His work ab
sorbed him, and he pursued it fever
ishly until his novel was finished.
Then his thoughts reverted to Rose,
and the sense of injury returned.
Next the explanation of It came
borne to him little by little. He was
in love with her. It occurred to him
to obtain her address from Mrs. Ran
dall, and to follow her. But when
he recalled their last words that day
at the Manor, he lacked the courage.
' "The Futile Quest," by Martin
Vosslcker, was published In the au
tumn. A week after Its appearance,
Martin was In town, and one after
noon at his club an acquaintance
thrust a paper under his nose and
pointed to a review-article headed,
"A Literary Coincidence."
"Have you seen that, Vosslcker?
You are In good company, anyhow."
Martin, glancing at the article,
saw his name coupled with that of
Sebastian Rule, an author who had
leaped Into fame a year ago and
whose work was being everywhere
discussed. In gathering surprise he
perused the article, which ran:
"We have lighted upon what we
think our readers will agree Is the
most astounding literary coincidence
that has' ever been recorded. Last
week saw the appearance of 'The
Idealist, by Sebastian Rule, and
'The Futile Quest,' by Martin Vos
slcker. Each of these novels Is re
markable, for vigor, power, and In
sight, but more remarkable still for
the amazing resemblance that exists
between them. It Is true that in tho
matters of plot and mlse-en-sceno
these two works have, perhaps, not
much In common; but the charac
ters of the hero and heroine are not
only almost Identical In each case.
but they utter Identical sentiments,
frequently In identical words, and a
fitting climax to this astounding co
Incidence of thought and expression
Is afforded by the parting sentence
which the hero addresses to the
heroine. In both novels we find him
taking his leave of her with the
words: 'You have no feelings! I can
say of you a Carlyle said of Rus
kin you are like a beautiful bottle
ef soda water.' "
This was followed by the review
er's theories and speculations In ex
planation of this remarkable fact.
But Vosslcker didn't trouble to read
what the reviewer thought. His own
thoughts were more than enough for
Mn Just then. He let the rnpor fall,
and reclining In his chair, lie nave
himself up to the luxury of conject
ure. But It proved for once rather
more of a torture thun a luxury.
He was .quick to evolve a theory of
his own. Rose must be very Intimate
with Sebastian Rule, and must have
confided In him touching the cu
riously conducted wooing of his at
Saxton.
Having reached that conclusion,
Martin rose. He must see Rule at
once, and they must discuss what
attitude they were to take towards
the public, particularly If the seem
ingly Inevitable Imputation came to
bo cast upon their work of having
been plagiarized from a common
source.
To this end he repaired there and
then to Brett and Hackett, Sebas
tian Rule's publisher's, to ascertain
Mr. Rule's address.
"Mr. Rule," said the publisher,
"chooses to maintain the strictest
Incognito, and I am under promise
not to divulge his address to any
body But If you care to write to
him, I will see that your letter Is
forwarded."
Martin, however, did not care to
write. He lnslstod upon seeing the
author of "The Idealists," and in
the end he won his way.
Half an hour later saw htm on the
door step of a pretty villa in St.
John's Wood, asking to see Mr. Rule.
For some moments he was kept wait
ing. At last Martin gar.ped to behold
Rose Gerard herself standing before
him.
"How do you do?" came her pleas
ant greeting.
"What are you doing here?" he
blurted out.
"I live here with my mother. This
Is my house."
"But Mr. Rule?" he asked. "I "
"I am Mr. Rule," she answered,
with a quiet, half-wlstful smile.
"You?" he cried, in unbelief,
"you?" and his fine eyes were open
ed very wide. "You are Sebastian
Rule?"
"Yes," she reassured him, "I am
the man." Then, with a laugh,
"Don't look so shocked, Martin,"
she continued. "I know that you
find It hard to credit you, whose
opinion of woman's Intellectuality Is
so unflattering to us. But if you will
think for yourself, you will sue that
it could not be otherwise. You have,
of course, soeu what the "Dally
Wire" says about this literary coin
cidence. At least, I assume that that
Is the explanation of your presence
here."
Then Martin understood. He un
derstood the verve and sympathy
with which she had entered upon
those make believe conversations at
Saxton. Whilst he was making copy
of her, she was making copy of him.
Each had been posing unconsciously
for the other's benefit.
"We have," said he, "made a very
charming mess of It." ,
"Hardly so bad as that," she
laughed. "People will wonder and
'the wonder will advertise our
books."
"I was an ass," he acknowledged,
with melancholy conviction, and for
the moment as he met her brown
eyes he forgot the literary coinci
dence. "I was an ass." he repeated.
"No, no," she answered, with
soothing politeness. ,
"But I was," he Insisted. "You
don't know the worst."
"Tell me," she begged. She was
standing close to him. The proxim
ity seemed to affect htm. His hand
fell upon her arms as It had done
that day at Saxton.
"By dint of posing as lovelorn I
became lovelorn," he bluntly avowed,
"and without knowing It. But I
found It out after you had gone
away, Rose, and I so wanted to come
after you. But I didn't dare. I don't
suppose that you'll ever forgive me.
I'm sure I don't deserve that you
should. I behaved "
"Silly boy, you forget that I waa
just as bad. It you talk of forgiving
you have quite as much to forgive
me. And, oh, Martin, I have been
punished!" she cried.
"PunliThed?" '
"Just as you have been punished.
I acted a part until It ceased to be
acting, and"
"Rose!" he exclaimed, and at
that moment the literary coincidence
was completely forgotten.
He took her by the shoulders and
held her at arm's length, solemnly
regarding her.
"It's true, Rose?" 1
"It's true, dear," said she. "and I
think that In future we might col
laborate very satlfactorlly don't
you?" London Answers.
Politics Told by Glasses.
A Berlin Journalist has just been
taking a census of the shortsighted
members of the Reichstag and he
finds that out of 387, Deputies 105
use glasses. Party politics may be
determined, according to the Ger
man statistician, by the kind of
glasses affected. The eyeglass, he
declares, marks the Anglophile and
1b rarely seen. Spectacles are very
popular and are generally worn by
the party of the center. The plnce
net seem to indicate socialism and
revolutionary tendencies.
Justifiable Whipping.
Professor Barnes' returns from
3,000 California children Indicated
overwhelmingly that they did not re
sent whipping as such: anv nunlsh.
ment waa resented if the child
thought he had not had due notice
of .the consequence or that his excuse
had not been sufficiently considered
or other children had been let off
moro easily; but a scolding that did
not satisfy these requirements left
more bitterness than a whipping that
did.
Till: JAPAN OF Kl'KOPK.
V.h:it King Charles of Itoiuiiiinla
Him Done for Ills Country.
TConmnnla may well ho proud to be
! filled the Japan of Kin-op". She hns
I noiil'jved In tho midst of inrpssntit
! Jen!o:isy and opposition much lli.it
tiio free empire of the Far Kast. has
accomplished.
But, says the Fortnightly Itovlnw,
t':o progress of Rouniaiiln, If U'S
grp.it, is perhaps nion meritorious
even than that of Japan. To a small
S'tato. hampered at every turn y
Turkish reaction nnd European greed
or Ignorance, the opportunities of
progress wore much less facile than
la tho Island empire of Japan.
But on May 23, 1906, King
Charles I. of a freo Roumanla cele
brated his forty years of reign nnd
King 'Charles 1 of Itoumania.
saw what was once a Turkish vassal
State standing proudly erect among
the European nations. Whero once
was chaos nnd corruption to-day Is
an orderly State, bound In friendly
alliance with great Powers, and,
more Important still, an examplo to
the world of peaceful Internal devel
opment and of a tranquil but per
sistent foreign policy.
I!);!)lu of the London Coster.
London's outdoor man Is the cos
ter. Mo Is the Ishmael of our gutters,
says the Outing Magazine. A very
jolly Ishniael, it Is true, who is more
than content to acknowledge the line
of demarcation between himself and
the true cockney. But, nevertheless,
In a modified, twentieth century way,
ho Is still the wild man whose hand
is agnlnst every man's, and every
man's against his.
Ho id probably the last remnant of
tho world's old race of wanderers
the last suggestion of the primitive
man left to the cities. He Is to us
town dwellers what the gypsy Is to
tho countryside. His descent seems
to spring from the same roving
stock. And he Is regarded from a
safe distance, with the same con
tempt by those who don't know him.
Ills habits and his impulses still
savor strongly of the days when
tribe warred against tribe, and every
man's arm was for himself and his
clan. And although his pitch Is be
low the curb, his caravan a barrow,
and hi beast of burden a Russian
pony, a donkey or himself, he is as
free and exclusive as any other lusty
scion of the people who live under
the skies.
Ishmael he Is, and Ishmael he
chooses to remain. And the chances
are ten to one that whoever goes a
fishing for information among the
barrows will come back with an
empty creel or a fine show of fisher
men's tales. For your coster knows
both how to keep silence and how to
use his tongue picturesquely In de
fense of his Jealously guarded tradi
tions and the Internal economics of
his existence.
Regarding Night Air.
There Is a great deal of nonsense
talked about the dangers of the
night air. As a matter of fact, what
air can we breathe at night but night
air? and ttbe choice Is between the
pure night air from without and the
foul air from within. Most people
prefer the latter an unaccountable
choice. What will they say If it Is
proved to be true that fully one-half
of all the diseases we suffer from are
occasioned by people sleeping with
their windows shut? An open win
dow most nights In the year can
never hurt any one. In great cities
night air Is often the best and purest
to be had In the twenty-four hours.
Wo could butter understand shut
ting the windows in town during the
day than during the night for the
sako of the sick. The absence of
smoko, tho quiet, all tend to make
night the best time for airing the pa
tient. One of the highest modloal au
thorities on consumption and climate
has told us that the air of London is
never so good as after ten o'clock at
night. Always air your room, then,
from the outside air If possible. Win
dows are made to open, doors are
made to shut a truth which seems
difficult of apprehension. Every room
must be aired from without, every
passage from within.
Smallest Current Coin.
The natives of the Malay penin
sula have the smallest current coin
In the world. It Is a sort of a wafer,
made from the resinous Julco of a
tree, and Is worth about one-twenty-thousandth
of a cent. The smallest
metal coin In circulation at the pres
ent day is the Portuguese three rels
piece, worth six one-bundredths of
a cent.
Never seek advice from a man
who pretends to Inow everything.
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Rolibins Are Killed by the Thousand.
State (lame Commissioner Kalb
f us has bet u receiving letters from
all over the State calling attention
to the great slaughter of spring
birds that come with the mild
weather, by foreigners. The kill
ing of robins has been the largest
ever known since March mild
weather began.
Dr. Kalbf us received a letter from
a prominent citizen of St. Mary's,
Klk county, saying that a band of
fifty foreigners, armed with all
kinds of guns, have killed thou
sands of robins in Klk county this
spring and are still depredating.
He asks if nothing can be done to
stop the slaughter.
In view of the fact that the kill
ing is done entirely by foreigners,
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reconsidered in the House the de
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from having fireanus in their
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in it. The soothing spray relieves
at once and cure is certain. All
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tube or mailed by Ely Bros., 56
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