6
THE MILKWOMAN.
She was tall enci strong, and she walked
along
With a firm, substantial tread,
L.lke one who knows that wherever she
goes
She is earning her daily bread.
Yet she is aware lhat her face Is fair;
Hut she also understands
That the tx st o£ her charms are her stout
red' arms
And her strong, hard-working hands.
"It's them," says she, "as has work'd for
me,
Wherever my work has been;
And as for my face, why. it's no disgrace,
For I reckon it's always clean.
"Well, there's Jack, I know, he bothers me
so—
But what do I care for him?
Til ha' nothing to say to a lad that's gay,
So long as I've life and limb!
"Such chaps may do for a wench like you,
As is ford of an easy life;
Rut if 1 get a man, I shall do what I can
For to make him a working wife."
Then she went on her beat through the
bustling sireet
With a step like a martial man's;
A step that suits her iron-shod boots
And the weight of her clanking cans.
There were many who eyed her stately
stride
As she moved through the yielding crowd,
With her hands on her hips and a smile on
her lips,
And a look both calm and proud.
They could not see what was clear to me—
That the loftiest lady there
Might envy the part In Dame Nature's heart
Which is owned by Kitty Clare.
—A. Mumby, in London Spectator.
A Knave of
Conscience
By FRANCIS LYNDE.^
ICopyrig'ii I.4JU, by Francis i-j mlu.)
CHAPTER XIII.
Tutting this and that together, it
was the Griswcdd of his earlier New
York days—the days of the slender
patrimony who presented himself
at the counter of the Hotel Marlbor
ough. The clerk was graciously af
fable.
"CJlad to have you with us, Mr.
Griswold. Will you have a room?"
Griswold thought not; not in any
case if lie could get a later train to
his destination. This brought on a
question and answer. There was a
train, and the clerk did know some
thing of Waliaska; knew much, in
fact, since he had lived there.
Griswold pumped the man dry, and
at the end of the pumping process
knew as much about the Minnesota
town as he could have gleaned from
a six months' residence therein. Aft
erward, lie went to supper in the
cafe, meaning togo thence to tb«»
waiting Pullman at the Terminal.
He was scarcely out of sight be
fore the diminutive Irishman who
had driven him came to the counter
and made cautious inquiries of the
clerk, touching the name, address
and intentions of his late fare; all
this on the pretext that the fare had
overpaid him.
The clerk knew his man and in
dulged him, even going so far as to
write Griswold's name and intended
address on a card for him. Where
upon, instead of waiting for Gris
wold's emergence from the cafe, as
he promised to, the cabman disap
peared.
Griswold had a quarter of an h|>ur
of purely philistine contentment
while he was waiting for his supper.
At last the difficulties were all in the
past. lie would resume his name
and his plans; and these last took
on all the roseate hues of their
birthday.
He would goto Waliaska, settle
down to his work, study the people,
be helpful and generous and brother
loving, using the money he had won
for the betterment of his kind. And
in time he would meet Miss Farnham
on her own ground, and she would
see the demonstration of bis theory
—see and be convinced. But just
here he remembered that he could
never convince her, because she could
never know; and from this he passed
to many curious questions touching
his own feelings this young wom
an who had been thrown in his way.
He had been calling her a faultless
author's model; was she only that—
to him? Assuredly she was much
more, and when he had gotten that
far, it was only a step to the admis
sion that lie was frankly in love with
her. The admission opened up a
prospect for which there was no word
save grievous. For since he could
never stoop to win her under false
pretenses, she might never be won.
He knew well enough that all the
good deeds he could ever do with
the stolen money would not atone;
that in the moment of fruition her
conscience would condemn him and
cast him out.
Perhaps it was this thought, as
much as the threat of coining ill
ness, %>iat made him lose his appetite
as soon as his supper appeared. But
lose it he did, and nothing the wait
er could bring sufficed to tempt him.
He forced himself to eat a little in
elieer desperation, and afterward
went to the great rotunda to smoke
a cigar. To his great disgust, the
tobacco brought on a return of the
vertigo which had assailed him on
the levee; whereupon he paid his
•core and took a cab for the train,
meaning togo to bed and try the
• fleet of forgetfulness.
The experiment was a success, tem
porarily, at least, and lie was asleep
before the I'ullnian porter came to
adjust the uereen in the window ut
lli*. feel.
'J lie train was made up ready to
ie live when a hawk-faced man simn
tered up to the htc,is of the Pullman
• lid peeked at the porter.
"Much of a loml to-night, George?"
»aii, UHk*. 'j j joilj
yet but de genTman froin the Marl
borough."
"A gentleman from the Marlbor
ough? When <!id he come down?"
The porter knew the hawk-faced
one only by intuition; but Griswold's
tip was warming in his pocket, and
he lied at random and on general
principles.
"Been hcah all de evenin'; come
down right soon after supper and
went to baid like he was tarr'd."
"What sort of a looking man' is
he?"
"Little, smooth-faced, narr'-chisted
gen'l'man; looks like he might be—"
But the wheels began to move, and
the liawk-faced one had turned away.
Whereupon the porter cut his simili
tude in the midst, picked up his car
pet-covered step, and climbed aboard.
CHAPTER XIV.
In the day of its beginnings, Wa
liaska was a trading post on the In
dian frontier. Later it became the
market town of a wheat growing re
gion, and it was of the wheat grow
ing era that Jasper Grierson was a
product. He was a young man when
he went overland to Colorado in the
wake of the Pike's Peak excitement,
and his townsmen saw him no more
till he returned in the vigorous prime
of age, wealthy, and the father of a
daughter who presently began to re
construct the social fabric of Wa
haska upon a model of her own de
vising.
In this charitable undertaking Jas
per Grierson abetted liis daughter as
the magnate of a small town may.
He built a mansion at the lake-edge
and called it Mereside; and when it
was done gave a house-warming to
which the biddings were in a certain
sense mandatory, since by that time
he had a fiduciary finger in nearly
every industrial pie in Waliaska.
After the house-warming, Margery
Grierson's leadership was tacitly ac
knowledged, though the women still
discussed her with more or less
frankness in the sewing circles.
Crystallized into accusation, there
was little to be said against her, save
that she was pretty and rich, and
that her leaning toward modernity
was sometimes a trifle startling. Hut
the charitable seamstresses made the
most of these drawbacks, edging
them now and then with curious
speculations about Margery's mother,
whom neither Jasper Grierson nor
his daughter ever mentioned.
None the less, the biff house by the
lake continued to set the social pace.
Afternoon teas began to supersede
the sewing circles; not a few of the
farmers' wives attained to the for
mal dignity of visiting cards with
"Wednesdays" or "Thursdays" print
ed in neat script in the lower left
hand corner; and in some of the less
conservative households the principal
meal of the day drifted from its
noontime anchorage to unwonted
moorings among the evening hours.
For these innovations Miss Grier
son was responsible. She had ambi
tions, but she was wise enough to
make the most of present opportuni
ties. It was better to be a leader in
Waliaska than to be an humble fol-
Ml
HE WROTE GRISWOI.D'S NAME AND
INTENDED ADDRESS ON A CARD
FOR HIM.
lower in a great city; but she admit
ted this without prejudice to a fixed
determination to revolve in the larger
orbit when the time should come.
She was content to wait, but she
aimed high. Unquestioned social rec
ognition, won or compelled; that and
nothing else would atone for the ob
trusively unlovely past tholed in pri
vation and squalor in the Colorado
mining camps. Miss Grierson was
barely 22, but she had lived much.
Hut there were obstacles to be sur
mounted even in Waliaska. From the
first there was a perverse minority
which refused to bow the head in the
house of Rimmon. The Farnliams
were of it, and the ltayiners, with a
following of a few of the families
called old, as age is reckoned in the
newer west. They were loath to ad
mit the omnipotence of Jasper tirier
son's wealth, and at the housewarm
ing they hud been represented by va
riously worded regrets. Miss Margery
laughed defiantly and set her white
teeth on a dauntless resolution to
reduce this inner citadel of conserva
tism. Accordingly she opened the
campaign the next morning at the
breakfast table.
"Poppa, who is the treasurer of St.
John's?" she asked.
The magnate did not know, and
said so.
"But you ought to know," said Mar
gery, with conviction. "Isn't it Mr.
Raymer?"
"Why, yes; he is the man, come to
think. What do you want of hllii?"
".Nothing of him. 1 vnuit a check
payable to his order. A hundred will
be enough, I think."
•Jasper Grierson laughed. "Going in
for respectability right, ain't you?"
In* said, but wrote the cheek on the
,|HIU
Iwo hours later Mis* Gricrsiin's
I rap, tooled by herself, paraded in
aUvwi lu ia« ui lite
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1902.
esthetic. Tl.e big English trap horse,
the high-svvuyg, atyli-U vehicle and
the faultlcssly-gowneil young woman
on the box were three parts of a
harmonious whole, anil more than
one pair of eyes looked, and turned
to look again.
Miss Margery drove daily in good
weather, but on this occasion the
outing had an objective other than
the spectacular. Wherefore, when the
high-stepping English horse had meas
ured the length of Main street lie
was sent on across the railway track
and was finally brought to a stand
before the olllce of the Wahaska iron
works.
Kuymer was at his desk when the
trap drew up before nis door. A mo
ment later lie was at the fore wheel,
bareheaded, and offering to help Miss
Margery down.
"No, thank you, I'll not come
down," she said. "Duke doesn't stand
well. Can I see Mr. Edward Ray me r
a moment?"
Raymer bowed and blushed a little,
lie knew her so well, by eye intimacy,
at least, that he thought she must
know him. Hut he was a fair man,
fair to redness, as his hair and beard
attested, and he blushed easily.
"That is my name. What can I do
for you, Miss Grierson?"
"Oh, thank you," she rejoined, im
pulsively. "I was afraid I might have
to introduce myself. I—"
The interruption was of Raymer's
making. One of his employes ap
peared opportunely, and he sent the
man to the horse's head with a ges
ture and once more held up his hands
to the perched one.
She let him lift her to the side
walk, and the ease with which he did
it gave her a pleasant little thrill, of
the sort that comes with the realiza
tion of a thing hoped for. Next to
social triumphs, strength, strength in
a man, was a thing to be admired.
Raymer held the office door open
for her and placed a chair at the desk
end.
"Now we can be comfortable at
shorter range," he said. "Will you
pardon the interruption, and tell me
what 1 can do for you?"
"Oh, it's only, a little thing. I
came to see you about renting a pew
in St. John's; that is our fchureli, you
know."
Raymer did not know it, but he was
politic enough not to say so.
"I am quite at your service. Shall
I show you a plan of the sit tings?"
She protested that it wasn't at all
necessary; that any assignment he
chose to make would do. Hut he got
out the plan and dusted it, and in the
putting together of heads over it
many miles of the gap of unacquaint
ance were swiftly and safely over
passed.
When the sittings were finally
chosen she found her purse.
"It's so good of you to take the
time from your business to wait on
me." she said. "I—l asked poppa to
make out a check, but I don't know
whether it's for enough."
Raymer took the order to pay and
glanced at the amount.
"It is twice as much as we get for
the best locations," he demurred.
"Wait a moment and I will write you
a check for the difference and give
you a receipt."
Hut at the word she was in a flut
ter of protest.
"Oh, please don't!" she pleaded.
"If it is too much, put the difference
in the missionary box, or in the—
the rector's salary, as a little dona
tion from poppa, you know."
Thus the small matter of business
was concluded, and Miss Grierson
rose to go.
"I am so glad I had the courage to
come and see you this morning. We
have been dreadfully remiss in church
matters, but I am going to try to
make tip for it now that we are com
fortably settled in our own house.
I'm sorry you couldn't come to us
last evening to help us christen Merc
side. Please tell your mother and
Miss Raymer that I hope we'll meet
some time. I should so dearly love to
know them. Thank you, so much.
Good-by."
Raymer went out with her, put her
on the box and watched her drive
away. His smile was meant to be
satirical, but it became openly aj>-
probative.
"She is a shrewd little strategist,"
was his comment; "but, all the same,
she's a mighty pretty girl. I wonder
why mother and Gerty haven't called
on her?"
He carried the query home with
him in the evening, but when he had
given an account of Miss Gricrson's
visit it seemed injudicious to put it.
Mrs. Raymer's comment left some
thing to be desired, but her glance
across the table in Gertrude's direc
tion was significant.
"The 'regrets' did that," she said;
and Gertrude nodded.
Having tlitis mined the Raymer out
works, Miss Grierson next turned her
batteries upon the Fnrnhnms. They
were Methodists, and she soon learned
that the doctor's hobby was a strug
gling mission in Norsk Hollow. Ac
cordingly, the paternal check book
was again called into requisition, and
the stylish trap made an excursion to
the doctor's ollice iu Main street.
"Good morning, doctor," she
chirped, bursting in upon the elder
ly hobbyist as a charming embodi
ment, of youthful enthusiasm. "I'm
running errands for poppa this morn
ing. Mr. Uoilney was telling us about
that little mission iu Norsk Hollow,
and poppa is very anxious to be al
lowed tn help. Hut we are not Metli
odists, you know, and he was nfraiil
that is, he didn't know how you
might "
It was an exceedingly clever bit of
acting, and the good doctor capitu
lated at once, discrediting for the
first time In his life tin- intuition of
his womankind.
"It was very thoughtful and rood
hearted of you, Mlhb Margery," he
aid; "the more so as you must have
a gtcul uiuiiJ cullw uvuu jum thai
ity. We have been wanting to put i
trained worker in churtr'' of the mis
sion, and this good deed of yours
makes it possible."
"It is a kindness to us to be al
lowed to help, Pin sure," murmured
the little lady. "You will let me
know when more is needed? Promise
me that, doctor."
"I shouldn't be a good Methodist if
I didn't," laughed the doctor. Then
he remembered the honsewarming,
anil whs moved to make amends for
the regrets. "I'm sorry we couldn't
he neighborly the other evening, but
my sister is very frail, and Charlotte
doesn't go out much. But they will
call before they go south for the win
ter."
But for some renson the doctor's vi
carious promise was not kept, and
the Farnliams held aloof, notwith
standing Margery's praiseworthy ac
tivity in St. John's; and the Oswalds
relinquished the public library
project when it became noised about
that Jasper Grierson and his daugh
ter were moving in it. Margery pos
sessed her soul in patience, and was
placably persistent; but when the
winter wore away and spring came
nnil found the conservative opposi
tion increasing rather than diminish
ing, she grew vindictive, as who
would not.
"They think I'm a jay!" she said
to herself one day, when the Ray
niers, mother and daughter, had ap
parently taken pains to avoid her at
the counters in Thornwalden's.
"They need a lesson, and they're in
a fair way to get it. I'm not going
to sing small all the time!"
The next afternoon she met Ray
mer as he was coming out of the
First national bank. They were
fairly good friends by this time, and
the young man stopped willingly
enough to exchange commonplaces
with the president's daughter. In
the midst of them she astonished
him.
"Mr. Raymer, please tell me what
I have done to offend your mother
and sister," she said, abruptly; and
half of the deferred payment of tri
umph was discharged on the spot by
Raymer's blundering attempts at dis
avowal.
"Why, Miss Margery! I don't
know—that is—er —you really must
be mistaken!"
"I'm not, and I'd like to know,"
she persisted, looking him hardily
in the eyes. "I am sure it must be
something I have been doing, and
if I can find out what it is I'll re
form."
Raymer got away as quickly as he
could; and when the opportunity of
fered was besotted enough to repeat
the question to his mother and (ser
trude.
ITo Re Continued ]
A NICE DISTINCTION.
The Old ('mitnin Fornlihed Kin (jueat
with Money to Pay Ilia
Regular Ilill.
The bronzed and blue-eyed "eap'n"
who takes summer visitors on long
and delightful sails in his pretty boat,
the Phoebe Lou, has never grown rich,
although his native town on"the
Cape" is full of well-to-do people for
nearly four months every year. A
newcomer to the place thinks he may
have found the key to the captain's
moderate circumstances, says Youth's
Companion.
One day this young man had invited
a party of a dozen togo as his guesti
for an "all-day cruise" with the cap
tain. At the end of the excursion he
found that in the hurry of the early
start he had left his money at home.
"I'll be down to-morrow the first
thing, to pay you, captain," he said,
regretfully, "and I'm sorry I was so
careless as to come off without my
money to-day."
"See here," said the captain, grave
ly tendering the young man a bulging
wallet which he extracted from an in
side pocket, "if you'd feel any easier to
settle your bill to-night I can lend ye
the money well as not, and you can
give it back whenever it's convenient,
or let her run over till another spring
—it's pretty near the end of the season,
anyway. 1 know how you feel about a
regular bill. I always want to get 'em
paid up soon as they're due."
A f'rm*! Threat,
At a crowded theatrical performance
in the provinces recently, a very
strong-minded lady, annoyed at the
hugeness of the hats in front which
spoilt her enjoyment, left her seatftnd
took up her position in the gangway.
The attendant followed and told her
it was forbidden to stand in the pang
way. The lady took not the slightest
notice, upon which the officer went on
to say:
"Madam, if you don't go I shall have
to remove you."
"Touch me if you dare," replied the
intrepid lady, glaring at him. "Just
put a finger on me and I'll call out
'Fire!' "
The attendant looked round at the
crowded house and left the lady mis
tress of the situation.—London Tit-
Bits.
Wo Inter* icuinK Him.
The great man shook his head
when the wise medical experts re
quested the privilege of examining
him with the X-rays.
"Hut why not?*" they Insisted.
"Hecanse I always did object to h«-
iug interviewed," he chuckled.—Chi
cago Daily News.
I'lirliHtiKe of \ If m,
lie I wouldn't think of marrying a
girl who didn't love me.
She And 1 wouldn's think of loving
a man who didn't marry me Chicago
Daily News.
A «l vie#.
Man has very little use for advic*
that doesn't confirm his uwu opinion
-Cilicagg Da.u
Might llnve Ileen Sore of It.
"Somehow," Haiti the girl in blue,
"I can't help wishing I hail accepted
him."
"Why, dear?" asked the girl in
gray.
"Why, he swore that he'd never bo
happy again, and I'm afraid he is."
"Ah, yes," commented the girl in
gray reflectively. "As matters are
now yon can't be sure that he isn't,
but if you'd married him you could
make sure of it." —Chicago l'ost.
. Kar->fork».
"Strange that the jury should give
a verdict against liiiu in his suit for
damages."
'"Oh! They had very strong evi
dence that he was a hypocrite."
"Why, no one testified to tnat ef
fect."'
"Perhaps not; but he wears flow
ing side-whiskers and a smooth lip
and chin."—Catholic Standard and
Times.
Inn TiKlit IMaee.
"Yes," he said. regretfully, "I seem
to be up against it good and plenty.
My fiancee is wild 011 the subject of
germs and microbes, and she insists
that I must choose between her and
my mustache. I'm due to lose one or
the other."
"Lose the mustache, my boy."
"That's just the trouble. If you ever
saw me without it you'd have my
haunting fear that, when it's gone, I'll
lose the girl, too."—Brooklyn Post.
Conld lli- of AMMl«tnnce.
Jim—Say, Fred, old boy, I'm look
ing for some friend who will'loan me
ten dollars. Come, now—can't you
be of assistance?
Fred—-Certainly.
"Thank you ever so much."
"Yes, it's going to rain, anil if. yoitS4
step over to my office I'll lend you
one of your umbrellas so you won't
get we' while you're looking.—N. Y.
Weekly.
Might.
Tfcp pen Is mightier than the sword.
Hut In the large affairs of men
This fact we may likewise record:
The dollar's mightier than the pen.
—Chicago Record-Herald.
UEll OKA Hi;.ST FRIE.N'D.
Miss Rosebud—l'm afraid I've
caught cold. 1 have such a terrible
headache.
Miss Lotus —Yes, dear, a cold al
ways flics to the weakest spot, does
n't it? —Moonshine.
The I Niinl Thine.
I phot ar. arrow Into the air;
It fell to earth—l knew not whore—
Until a neighbor set up a howl
Because I'd killid a favorite fowl.
—Chicago Dally News.
11 o |M* SprhiKJt Internal.
Landlord —In one word, when are
you going to pay your arrears?
Hard-L'p Author —I will sal isfy your
demands as soon as I receive t lie money
which the publisher will paj me if he
accepts the novel 1 am going to send
him as sunn as tile work is finished
which I am about to commence when I
have found a suitable subject and the
necessary inspiration.—Tit -Hits.
Wktn in I.JII I'II-.
"I sec Huston people eat pie in the
morning, and New Yorkers have it at
night. Which ilnyou think the better
w ay, doctor?"
"Well, I should say the New York
etvle. The longer a man puts off eat
ing pie the better it is fur liiiu."—
Yonkers Statesman.
Chll'lt Mil \\c«llli.
"Horn with u silver spoon in his
mouth, eh ?"
"Yes; favored his mother, llis fa
ther. \ i>ll know, is a Chicago man."
"What has that to do with it'."'
"Well, if he hail taken after his fa
ther. it vv oiild have llceu a silver Knife."
—Philadelphia Press.
Thr Nnrrprr,
"I shall weep every thing before in*
in this campaign," mil the iiliscrupu
lou > politician.
"1 see," aid his wife; "that explain* I
what thai rude person meant by uy
ing vmiwi re out for the Uu»t." Wu»ti>
aiur.
( A Poor Olijppl f,rimoD
"My! My! My!" said the little girl's
grandmother, "you mustn't make so
much fuss when you have your hair
combed. When I was a little girl
I had my hear combed three or four
times every day."
"Vcs," said the child, pointing at
the poor little gray knot on the back
of the good old lady's head, "and see
what you've got for it!"— Chicago
Record-Herald.
Takfnic n Drink.
Some men can drink and stop before
They've gone too far, they think;
And then they walk a few blocks mor*
Ar.d then they stop and drir.k.
—Philadelphia Press.
I*ll AC TIC AI, 111 IF HI I,TV.
He—l'd goto the end of the world
with you, darling.
She —Yes, but have you the car
fare? —X. Y. Journal.
Suburban Woe*.
The girl said "No" to all his pleadings.
And every joy his heart forsook.
For that morn his wife had told him
To hustle out ar.d hire a cook.
—Chicago Daily News.
The Tluva rt i nit of Dnvid.
"I see that the cartoons represent
us as Goliath," said the first mag*
nate, "f.nd the law as David coming
to do us. battle."
"Yes," laughed the second mag
nate; "but we have fixed all that.''
"How?"
"The leather trust won't sell David
enough material to make his sling."
—N. Y. Times.
It Wis Old.
"Confound it!" growls the testy hus
band, "I'd lite to know what has be
come of that bottle of whisky I kept
in my wardrobe."
"Why, Henry,"says the patient wife,
"I heard you tell Mr. Gooph that it
was 15 years old; so when I wascollect
ing all our old things for the charity
rummage sale 1 sent that along, too."
—Judge.
Genuine- I'b lloKopber.
"Craps all burnt to flinders?"
"Yes."
"No rain in sight?"
"Not a drap."
"Totally mint, ain't you?"
"Tetotally!"
"Well, what air you a-smilin' over?"
"I'm smijin' at the prospect of the
sheriff cumin' to levy on notkin'!"—
Atlanta Constitution.
llow a Mnidpn'« Won.
Just a man ar.d Just a maid.
Just a hammock in the shade.
Just a pair of eyes
Timed like the summer skies.
Just a little argument
Savoring of sentiment.
Jus't the theme of love begun.
And just this—the ma-ideu's won!
—Leslie's Weekly.
YKit V I*AUTICIL.AB.
Culler—Mrs. Multrooney in?
Bridget She is that, sor.
Culler Is she engaged'.'
Bridget -- Kugage*!. indeed »he'i
married, s»r. Vlly Sloper.
Household ft^euiimtiy.
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with your wife iu everything -.Lie
says T
Thome I find it cheaper to da
that t) an to tpiurrei with her and
then buy diamonds t« »uuur« iuj»
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