THE COLUMBIAN, BLOOMS BUTS, ir
The Boy
Who Ran
m mt iim tin iim n3
The boy was runnlug nt a steady
pace. The pace was not a fast one
It might hnve been called a Jog trot
The boy trotted easily, his clenched
hands against his breast, and his
chin up. He might have been twenty,
but he had a boyish look that was em
phasized by h8 smooth cheeks, his
curly hair and his big blue eyes.
His trot carried him by an elderly
woman In a phaeton drawn by a fat
and slow paced horse. He did not
look around as he moved ahead. He
was Interested In his tank, and more
especially In the road ahead of him.
The elderly woman looked after him
curiously. Then her look suddenly
changed.
"One of those Invalids from the
sanitarium, I 'spose," she murmir.'cd
half aloud. "They do pet 'em the
most outlandish tasks. I'onr boy.
He's thin enough now wthout getting
any thinner. An' ne looked like quite
ft worthy young man. too."
She touched up ti e fi.t horse with
tthe whip lash, b it the sagacious mil
Dial merely shivered slightly and
steadily plodded along.
Tresently she came In sight of tho
boy. He was walking now. walking
with a firm stride, his arms dangling
and his head well up.
Tho old lady coaxed the fat horse
into a trot.
"Now, Billy," she said, "you've
been having things made easy for you
all the way. Let' see how grateful
you are. Oitap."
The fat horse, as if acknowledging
the possession of a conscience, quick
ened his pace, and after a little steady
effort caught up with the stranger
whose pace had again slackened.
The woman drew the fut horse
down to a walk.
"Good mornin', young man," she
said in her brisk and yet pleasant
Tolce. "How do you find yourself this
morning? Better, I hope?"
The boy looked up at her. She no
ticed that he had high cheek bones
and many freckles. And there were
two red spots on his freckled cheeks.
"Yes, ma'am, better," he answered
and there was a queer twinkle in his
blue eyes.
"I'm glad c- that," she said. "It
seemed to rao that the treatment
looked a little severe."
"It's the treatment I need, ma'am."
"But you can't gain any flesh run
ning about the country in that way."
The blue eyes twinkled again.
"No, ma'am, but I can lose some."
She stared at him.
"Is It recommended to you by a
doctor a regular physicl: :: ?"
"No, ma'am. It's recon-.i. ended all
right, but not just to me. But I know
it's what I need. I r.i.i t rich enough
to have a doctor, so I'm lookln" after
myself."
The gray eyes were dimmed by
pity.
"Poor boy," she said.
The tone touched the stranger.
"I don't mind It," he laughed. "I'm
pretty comfortable."
The motherl- face was still cloud
id. "I guess those doctorin' folks In
he village mean well," she said, "but
sometimes their ways of helpin' peo
le seem a little severe. I'm goln' to
he village. Won't you get in the
luggy an' llnish out your treatment
i little more comfortably?"
He shook his curly head.
"That wouldn't help me any, thank
(ou, ma'am. But I'll walk along side
Tour carriage, if you'll let me."
"To be sure you may," the old lady
replied. She drew up the reins and
'tpoke to Billy.
"That's a fine fat horse you have,
.na'am," said the stranger as he
.trode along by the carriage wheel.
"Billy is a pet and sadly spoiled,"
aid the old lady.
"Maybe a little of my treatment
vould help him, ma'am."
They both laughed at this and then
he kind old face grew grave.
"Do you cough?" she Folicitiously
.sked.
"No, ma'am."
"They don't In some stages, " she
surmured.
"I did cough a little." ho explained,
but that was before my broken rib
lipped Into place."
"You had a hurt then?"
"Yes, ma'am. It bothered me quite
bit You see I didn't know any
hlng about it until until it was all
ver, and the bone Jabbed me In
le lung."
Again tho kind old face clouded.
"I have an excellent sirup for
oughs," she. raid, "but as far a:i I
aow it isn't good for anything else."
, A smile lighted the freckled face.
"Thnnk you. ma'ayi. If I get a
augh I'd be glad to try it."
The old lady nodded.
"My name is Miss Summers," r.he
Ud, "Ellen Summers. My homo is
ck on the road where the big oak
'.ands by tho gate."
"I know, the place, ma'am, an' a
ne little place It is. An' a groat
ik It is, too. Sometime I'll drop in
rhen I'm runnin' by an' have a taste
com the giuss that stands on the old
;ell box. ma'am."
"You'll be quite wejeome," the old
iHy told him. "Vve, think the water
very good. An' theio is always
Jenty of cold milk in tho cellar, an'
ery often a pitcher of buttermilk."
"Thank you kindly, ma'nm, I won't
jrget But here's where I turn down
la side street- an' so I' wish you a
ry good day, ma'am."
She watched the slender figure as
It strode, away, and sighed. I
'Tifeboy," she murmured. "I I
spose they are very often like tbnt
so sure they are going to get well
again. An maybe, it's Just as well
the folks don't tell him the truth."
And old Billy plodded along at his
favorite gait and was not reproved.
It was two days later that the boy
opened tho gate and came up the
path in the wide spreading shadow
of the great oak.
The old lady was sitting on her
vine covered porch. She shaded her
eyes with her hand as ho approached.
He took off his cap.
"How do you do, ma'am?" he snld.
"I hope you are well."
She knew him tlict.
"It's the young man who runs,"
she snid. "I am glad to sec you
again. Will you sent yourself on the
porch?"
"I'll sit here, nin'nm, thnnk you,"
he snid and balanced himself on the
edge of the porch flooring.
She looked him over carefully, not
ing again the red spots on his freck
led checks.
"And which shall it be?" she asked.
"Water, or milk, or buttermilk?"
"It will be buttermilk, ma'am," he
answered. "If uot too much trou
ble." She speedily brought him the pitch
er and he drank two glasses with a
great relish.
"It's fine," lie smilingly told her.
"And are you still continuing the
treatment?" she asked him.
"Yes. ma'am." he answered, "an'
It's helpin' me a great deal. I'va
lost three poui.ds in n week."
Her compassionate look came back.
"And have you no home?" she
asked.
"No, ma'am," he answered. "I
can't remember that I ever had a
home. I'm Just a boy out of the
streets. I've taken a lot o hard
knocks, but I've never seen th day
when I didn't have enough to eat an'
some kind of a place to sleep. An'
that's about all there is to It, ma'am."
She shook her head at this some
what grim bit of philosophy, but be
fore she could answer it he had
drawn away from the porch.
"This won't do, ma'am," he said
and his eyes kept up their twinkling.
"I'm forgetting the treatment. Every
moment I loiter here adds an ounce
( two to my weight Goodby, ma'am,
an' heaven keep you." And he loped
down the walk to the highway and
disappeared behind the high hedge.
"I wish old Dr. I'hipps could Bee
him," said the lady. "I feel sure his
treatment is too severe. Poor boy,
with no home, and nowhere to go in
his last illness. I'll talk to Dr. Phlpps
about It."
Next day the good lady was urging
old Billy to a faster gait when the
boy, walking briskly, came along side
the ancient phaeton.
"Good mornin', ma'am."
"Good morning." She looked at
him closely. "Did you sleep well last
night?" she asked.
"Never slept "better," he answered.
'An' I've lost nearly another pound,
ma'am. If I can get rid of two more
I'll be In fine shape."
He laughed as he said this and
nodded comically.
Her heart warmed to him. lie was
so light hearted, so careless, so in
different to his own condition.
"I'm afraid it's not the right treat
ment," she said. "I wish to call In
old Dr. Phlpps. I will gladly assume
the expenses. Come and make ray
house your home while he studies
your case."
She spoke gently yet earnestly and
the boy was much affected by her
words.
"You're very good, ma'am," he said.
"Better to me than anyone ever was
before. You don't know who or what
I am, an' yet ou offer me a home.
I ain't worth it, ma'am. I'm a bad
lot. You're all mistaken about mo.
Llr.teii, ma'am, an" I'll tell you the
truth."
But before he could say more a
sudden interruption startled them.
From a cabin a few hundreds of feet
from the highway, came a shrill
scream.
The old lady stopped the fat horse.
"That's Bob Harris beating his
wife," she said. "The miserable
wretch must had a glass too much.
Liquor makes him fighting mad."
Another scream rent the air. The
boy squirmed uneasily.
"He's a cowardly dog," he growled.
"He's an ugly brute," said the old
lady. "An' he's big and dangerous."
The boy hesitated.
"I I would like to give him a wal
lop or two that he wouldn't forget,
but I'm afraid," ho said. "I'm afraid
of getting hurt."
He flushed as he said this, but the
old lady didn't notice him. Her gray
eyes were fixed on the cabin door.
"He certainly would hurt you," she
said.
The boy drew a quick breath.
"The first thing I remember hear
ing," he said, "wus the scream of my
poor mother when my brute of a
father whipped her. I made up my
mind that there would le no wife
beating in any part of the town where
I happened to be and here I am,
afraid the first time I hear a woman
screum. But understand me, ma'am.
I'm not afraid in my mind, but in my
body. A slnglo blow would spoil all
the good work I've been doing. It's
a shame, ma'am. It makes mo blush,"
"I don't blame you," said tho wom
en. "You're weak and ill and Bob
Harris Is ugly and big and strong. I
think I'll go and reason with blin."
Before she could step from the
phaeton a half dozen cries of sharp
pain rent ..he air. The boy saw tbe
woman recoil and noted tho pallor
that overspread her face. He flung
his cap on the floor of the phaeton,
and tossed his coat after It. Then he
lenped tho fence and ran toward the
cottage. When ho reached the house
be pushed open the door and entered.
A nx.;.ent after u ba'.,ul of i::31s-
tlnct crlns arose from the llpvrts
home. This -vas followed by the
sudden reappearance of the boy. He
was In full retreat followed closely
by the terrible Harris.
Tho boy ran a little ways and then
something remarknble happened. The
lad suddenly turned and attacked the
big pursuer with tremendous vigor.
Ho rnlncd blow after blow upon
the wife beater. The brutal husband
tried to w ard off tho attack, but hadn't
the skill. He was forced backward,
shouting and cursing. The hoy, close
ly following, with lightning strokes,
hammered down tho big man's de
fense and finally forced him to the
ground. As he fell he struck his head
against the side of the houst.
Tho boy was over the prostrate
form in a flash and catching up the
rufflin's hend by the ears, banged It
rudely against the side of the house.
At this the woman in the phaeton
suddenly fur od away.
Presently tho banging stopped nnd
tho voice of the boy was heard. The
woman could not l.ear tho man's re
ply, but the banging nt once recom
menced. Then It suddenly stopped
nnd tho boy spo! e again.
When the woman looked around he
was climbing the fence nnd the man
had disappeared. The boy took his
cap nnd coat.
"Ho won't bent his wife ngnin," he
said. "lie promised tee. If he
breaks his word I'll give him what I
promised him."
Tho woman looked nt him with
something like admiring awe.
"Did did you hurt him much?" she
nsked.
"I hurt him enough to mnke him
go slow when he thinks of hurting his
wife. It's lucky I didn't hurt him a
good deal more."
His tone suddenly grew bitter.
"I I made a fool of myself."
"I don't understand," snid the wom
an. "I lost my temper. That's the
trouble with me. He made me mad.
I should have laughed. Instead of
that I got wild. I'll never succeed un
til I can keep a tight grip on my
temper."
He seemed so discouraged that the
woman put out her hand nnd laid it
gently on his arm.
"Why," she cried, "you are hurt!"
"My knuckles are bleeding, that's
all," ho answered. "It doesn't mafr
ter."
"Get into the buggy," said the wom
an. "I'm going to take you home and
tie up your hands. It's a small
enough return to the man who has
taught that dreadful Harris a lesson."
He took the seat meekly and she
drove home and put a soothing lini
ment on his torn hands and tied them
up and gave him food and drink. And
presently he was resting in one of
the easy rockers on the shaded porch.
"Are you quite comfortable?" tho
woman asked.
"I'm all right," he smilingly an
swered. "And your unaccustomed exerclso
hasn't hurt you any?"
"Not a bit, ma'am."
She looked at him admiringly.
"You are cuite wonderful," she
said. "You come here, an invalid,
nnd soundly whip Bob Harris, who
is considered a great fighter, and
make him beg for mercy, and then
you say the exercise hasn't hurt you
any."
The face of the boy grew grave. He
hesitated a moment.
"Lady," he said, "I hate to tell you
what I'm going to tell, but I must.
You're all wrong about me and I've
let, you go on making the mistake.
I'm not an invalid. I'm not sick. I'm
thin, perhaps, but I'm as hard as nails
and strong as a horse. I came to the
village because it's a quiet place and
I've a friend there. And I've been
running theso roads to improve my
wind nnd to get my weight down a
few pounds lower. When I said I
was afraid of being mirt It was true.
To get hurt foolish is a serious thins
In my business."
He paused and looked at the wom
an. "What is your business?" she ask
ed and her voice faltered.
"Lady," he slowly answered, "you
have been very good to me kinder
than any woman 1 have ever known.
I hate to hurt your feelings. But I'm
going to square with you. My name
is Danny Crane. I'm a professional
fighter, a prize fighter. Two weeks
from to-day I am to fight for the
lightweight championship."
Ho paused and looked out across
the garden.
The 'woman sat very still. Her
Puritan Instincts were outraged by
this confession. All her life-long
moral training revolted against it
The roof of her quiet porch was shel
tering a degraded creature of the
shameless arena. She looked at the
boyish face and tho bandaged hands.
A moment later Danny Crane folt
a light touch on his shoulder. He
looked up quickly and encountered
the woman's misty gazo.
"I'm sorry you're a lighter," she
softly said, "but if you must fight"
she drew a quick breath "I hope
you'll fight to win." W. H. Rose, in
Clevelnnd Plain Dealer.
Cat Saved Life of Mistress.
.Mmu. Marie Itayot'a cat saved her
mistress' life one morning last month.
Mme. Rayot, who lives iu Parlu, heard
the cat mew loudly, and Jumped out
of bed, thinking that It was after her
birds, which were In the next room.
As Mine. Rayot rushed into this room
a burglar knocked her candle from
her hand and caught her by the throat
and attempted to strangle her. He
let her go, however, with a cry of pain,
and when Mme. Rayot's shrieks
brought in the neighbors it was found
that, the cat bad scratched nut one of
his eyes. An accomplice of the burg
lar was found hiding under a bed.
RU1HSGHILD HEIR
A
World's Richest Banker Planned
to Break Up Love Affair and
Tragedy Resulted
GCLDEN BARON COMMITS SUICIDE
Father's Plans to Mako Him Forget
His Pretty Peasant Sweetheart
Went Awry Fate of the Young
Man a Terrible Retribution.
Vienna, Austria. With all of tho
great wealth that has bulwarked the
Rothschild family against hurt nnd
sting of evil circumstances, there has
crept into the domestic circle of Baron
Albert de Rothschild, head of tho
Austrian branch of the famous bank
ing house, grief ami sorrow that
money can never wipe r.w.iy.
The Baron Osenr tie Hol'-schiid.
youngest of the six sons of tUi.i branch
of the family noted for its wcilth i'lid
beneficence, is dead, a suicide.
So stricken was the father when he
was summoned from his bank to his
home nnd found there his son dead
with a bullet hole in. his hend that
he sought to cover the case with a re
port that his boy, the young baron,
had died of apoplexy. It did not re
main long hidden.
The authorities were compelled to
examine the body before granting the
burial certificate and the story of
apoplexy fell to pieces.
With the knowledge that the young
Baron had killed himself, came the
rest of the story, a Btory of an at
tempt to play wealth against the nat
ural instincts of young humanity.
The young Baron, who reached his
majority only a few months ago, fell
desperntely in love with a comely girl
of poor parentage, Her beauty en
thralled him, and he vowed that he
would marry her. To the Rothschilds,
who have finally reached into the
highest aristocratic circles of Europe,
the Idea of the young man marrying
a woman of humble parentage was
repulsive.
The father argued with the son,
and the son with the father. The one
was old and rich, and tbe other was
young and impulsive.
The Baron Albert, as keen a man
In finance as lives to-day, laid out a
plan of defeat for his son. He would
trick him neatly into abandoning his
foolish young dream of love and vio
lation of the family wishes. He sent
the Baron Oscar on a trip around the
world, gave him limitless credit, sent
ahead of him messages to interesting
and charming persons to take him
and entertain him and make him for
get this peasant sweetheart.
The young Baron went to England
and to America, spent his money, was
entertained freely, but always carried
a heartache.
Tho trick that the father had plan
ned seemed clever. While the son was
away on his travels he used his vast
wealth to buy oft tho pretty girl. He
gave her a fortune for a dower when
she married another man.
Then came home the Baron Oscar,
weary of the entertainment given htm
in strange lands and eager only for
the kiss of his peasant sweetheart
and the feel of her soft arms about
him. He hurried to her home to find
she had married. He asked how this
had come about. He could not be
lieve it at first, and then he found
that his father had accomplished this
with money from the hoard of the
Rothschilds. He went home, sought
his bedroom and blew out bis brains.
The death of the young Baron Is
considered In Austria to be a terrible
retribution of bis father for the part
he has played In life. Although the
most influential man in Austria and
with great power because of his enor
mous wealth, he is not personally
liked. Ho is a silent man, devoted to
the piling of dollar on dollar and is
considered unsympathetic.
lie has ever been stern in his stand
for the further honor and glory of
the name of Rothschild and has car
ried this to an extreme. '
So clannish was he In this regard
that he married his double-first cous
in, keeping the name and the prestige
of the family within the family.
His wife was Bettina, daughter
of Baron Alphonse de Roths
child, head of the Paris branch
of the family. Tho first son. Baron
George, went mad. The only daughter,
Naomi, is a deaf mute. The mother
died four years after the birth of the
ill-fated Oscar, a victim of cancer.
The Baron Oscar was regarded by
his father as the strongest of his chil
dren, a young man that gave promise
of being powerful in finance as his an
cestors had been before him.
He would have been one of the
richest men in Europe.
Youthful Kansas Financiers.
Alma, Kan. Some young boys near
Alma have been practising high
finance by gathering crow 'eggs and
putting them in a hen's nest to bo
hatched. In Kansas a bounty of one
cent is allowed for crow eggs, but
there is a bounty of five cents on
crows; and a sitting lien charges no
commission.
Wasp Sting Leads to Death.
NAPOLEONVILLE. La. Clovls
Stausbury, aged thirteen years, ac
companied by his grandfather, was
driving's mule here when the animal
folt the sting of a wasp and upset
the vehicle. The lad's skull was
crushed, but the grandfather escaped
uninjured.
DIED FOR
GIRL
LARGE SNAKE JONG BABIES
Throws Park Nurse Girls Into Panic,
But Is Ingeniously Trapped with
Dick Eggs In a Box.
Bayonne. N. J. A hungry boa con
strletor. fifteen feet long nnd as thick
as tho leg of a lotigshoreiuan, caused
a panic in City Park here. It threw
habitual drunkards Into a frenzy of
fright, chased nurse girls and theTr
little charges out of the park and
caused six women who were cnrlng
for children la tho playground to
faint when the nurses spread the
alarm that the big serpent was at
large.
The boa constrictor even tried to
Ret Its ceils about a large deer which
was captured in Newark Hay a year
ago. It was only lJleaplng a woven
wire fence, six feerhlgh, and taking
refuge ir. a shed that the animal es
caped. The snake next turned its nt
icition to Philip I.eddy and John
Muilin. They were paddling in
the bay near the lower end of the
park. They waded out until only their
heals could be :-een and yelled so
loudly for help that the snake did not
li y to go out to I hem.
The cr!e!i of the hoys resulted in
the iii:iti re of the boa. William Lau
li'i wich. a caretaker in the park, ran
down tow;. I'd tho bay to ascertain
what the trouble was. When he saw
t!;e snake coiled on the beach lie
tented and ran away. In a few min
utes l.auterwich returned, lie car
ried a large box with a lid on It. In
side, on straw, were ten duck eggs.
Knowing the fondness of snakes for
e;;gs he had prepared a trap for the
lllteen-footer.
Putting the box down, the caretak
er raUcd the lid, fastened one end of
a long cord to it and then hurried
with the other end of the cord to a
nearby tool house. Soon the boa
worked its way up to the box on a
tour of investigation. It raised Its
head, looked in the box, saw the eggs
nnd crawled Inside to eat them at its
leisure. Lauterwlch immediately
pulled the cord and thus closed the
lid. Then he ran out and sat on the
box until policemen arrived in a pa
trol wagon. In the box the snake was
taken to Police Headquarters. The
lid was nailed down, holes were bored
in the box to give the snake a supply
of nlr, and then the snake nnd the box
were locked up in a cell. The police
are endeavoring to discover the own
er of the snake. It Is thought It be
longs to a showman.
"THE BOY AERONAUT."
New York City. Frank W. Coodale,
the original boy skypilot using the
term in its newest sense arose out
of the quiet of Palisade Park In Jer
sey to take a flier around the uptown
of "little old New York." He crossed
the river, sailed around Harlem for a
spell, but finding it too slow up there
decided to cut a few rings nround
Forty-second street and Broadway,
nnd he did. He was certainly going
some for a while around the famous
old district, which has seen a good
Frank W. Goodale, Who Sailed Down
Broadway, New York, In an
Airship the Other Day.
many highfliers, but Frank made even
the oldest rounder look up and take
notice. Frank had a good reason for
jelng up the air, though; his reason
ivas an airship, hardly bigger than a
'.oy compared with some others, but
llg enough to carry its young builder
'n circles a thousand feet above Long
Vcro Square and get him back to his
fersey anchorage in twenty minutes.
I'Yank says himself that he is "only
a kid," but his success in aeronautics
has made the old wise men In the
science come out of their sheds and
pay attention.
LIVED AND DIED TOGETHER.
Inseparable from Childhood, Brothers
Wished to Go That Way.
Benton Harbor, Mich. Ernest Peo
nnd John Peo, brothers, whose lives
had been linked together from early
childhood, are dead after having spent
half a century or more in Berrien
County.
Ernest recently became ill and a
few days ago died. His brother John
was so affected that before Ernest was
buried he too had passed away and a
double funeral was held. The broth
ers had been Inseparable since com
ing to Michigan and had often ex
pressed the wish they might live and
die together.
Colt 17 Inches High.
St. Louis, Mo. The smallest equine
in St. Louis is Babe, which arrived at
the stable of A. E. Geitz, 4706 Easton
avenue, In a package brought by the
equine stork. Babe Weighed thirteen
Pounds when h wnu horn
was
one Inch less than n font nn.i
- - " " v i iiaii
high, although he had grown some
half
since he was born. The little
pony
is about the size of ni bulldog.
He Is
of a house- gray color and nepfrn
a ' '
AVI lUl'U
J
Of Interest
to Women
A t ate Social Grafter Story Many
Hostessoj May Have Had Mrs.
l.lauk's Experience Increased Dn
m-irtd For Candle Shades How l
Mj'.ie Thorn Inexpensively,
Apropos of tho social grafter, Milan
Bell tells this incident in the Smart
Set:
We had been Invited to dinner w.ti
the table was neatly und daintily st
for four, when the telephone1 ran;;.
This is what we hcird:
"YYs, this is Mrs. Blank. Oh, r,i.-,r
do yo'! do, Mr. Soper! Yes. Well, ':n
rfr.id I couldn't thi;-, evening. I h;.vo
y.in otlic plan:t. Why, yes, we ;,J(
d';t!:."; at home, lv.it we have i.i'r
U"- t: already Invited, und
yo i t ie very kind to suggest con.ii:R,
hut I mi really afri'id nt this late );i ,r
t:i.. I I could scarcely make ready !:.:
another. I yes, it Is Very good uf
yo:i, e'.' tourse. hut really I am a!r..
Why. yes, there Is tea In the h,, ......
Ye.--, ( vi ti bread! Well, of cour. . ;
you it that way, we shall he i f. t
l.;i;ipy to have you. We dine ?n ;, )
minutes.. Yes. I couM wait tweu!y.
Ye.;, do try. Cood-by!"
Th" two iven said something vir "i
Ve-,:n with "Well, I'll bo Komeiliii,
or nthored." In half nn hour V,r.
S'ii;!'!' arrived. The first thing hi
s.ii.i was:
"1 do believe that you Blanks a;,
the only peo;ile dining nt home t
n!:--ht. In this whole blooming town!"
"Is that so?" said Mr. Blank. "Hiv.t
do you make that out?"
"Why, I Just stepped into Mrs. Hy
phen's npartment they are nlwr.
away for the week-end, so I use tkelr
telephone they never have told ui
not to and I called up nearly every
body I knew to ask them if they didn't
want good company for dinner, and
until I struck your wife they were ail
either out or engaged."
We dined, and after several cigars
Mr. Soper said:
"I say, Blank, old boy, Just go to
the telephone and call me East Car
linsvlile 36, will you?"
When East Carllnsville answered,
Mr. Soper went to the telephone and
said :
"That you, dearie? Well, I wi.n't
be home to-night. I nm dining with
the Blanks in their Jolly little apart
ment, nnd we nre having such a good
time that I won't try to come out to
night. I may stay here If they ask
me" here a Jovial wink came frm.i
Mr. Soper to the somewhat unrespon
sive Mr. Blank "if not I'll get a bun
somewhere. Don't worry about cie.
I'm always all right. Good-by!"
Now, tho tariff to East Carlinsvilitf
was eight cents, but Mr. Soper airi'r
avoided mentioning the matter of net
tling, and when we left, Soper ur.J
explaining that he would find hlmr-o.f
perfectly comfortable on the libr.ir;.
tofa nnd urging Mrs. Blank not to xo
to a bit of extra trouble for him fur
breakfast.
Making Candle Shades.
The demand for candle shades hns
increased until their home mnnuf.'ev
t tiir has become a most fasclnativi';
occupation. For those who do xi-.
tare to go on to the trouble of ht'.ni
nering brass or German silver?
shades, and who have not the tolt'ts
to paint them with water colors, say
the Boston Herald, this design for a
tinted rice paper shade mounted od
cart'.board will prove welcome. Tho
design is first stamped with carbon,
paper on a sheet of gray or black
cardboard, the inked set portions i.'e
then cut out with n sloyd knife or
fharp penknife held as nearly verti
cally as possible, and the border ar.d
rlnss Bilvered over, if in gray card
hoard, and gilded if in black.
A lining of rice paper is now fitted
to the shades, after having first beeu
tinted a deep rose or red with your
vvuter colors. The effect Is rr.o;-t
pleasing.
In stamping the design It would ba
well first to trace oft two copies of
the newspaper design, then lay th
three-thirds together so as to make a
Kcmi-circle before tracing them o.T
on tho cardboard. Trace on t'i
wrong side of the cardboard if JiJ
use tho black.
There is yet another way of usiflj
the design. That Is, to transfer It a.i
directed to white water-color paprr
of tho heaviest weight and then lin
it in and fill tho dark parts with fl.t
washes of color. The lines, if mtl
in black India ink and rather heavy,
will form an Interesting border round
the color which fills in the Iffervnt
figures forming the pattern.
The exact measurement of th
shade, you will want has some bcurifi'i
upon tho height of your candlestick,
but it hanges definitely upon the siia
of tho mica protectors; a regulation
eixe U 3 3-4 Inched in depth. Tha
materiul may bo a wuter color p5r
a tough parchment, either vn
bough with a view to its taklni tbe
paint. The shade is, in shape, a wai
mcnt of a circle, und after the paint .
la dry the two endu of the clrrjUr
peper are Joined with three or four
tiny brass rlvota. b m&ht for tho J)iw
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