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!The Man on
the Box
By HAROLD MacGRATH \
Author of " The Grey Cloak," ,4 The
Puppet Crowu."
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Copyright, i</m» The JJobba-Merrill Company#
CHAPTER XVII— CoNtinukr>.
During this speculative inventory,
W sir bur ton's face was gravely set;
indeed, it pictured his exact feelings.
He was grave. lie even wanted Pierre's
approval. He was about to pass
through a very trying ordeal; he might
not even pass through it. There was
n i deceiving his colonel's eyes, hang
liitn! Whatever had induced fate to
force this old Argus-eyed soldier upon
tit.- scene? He glanced into the kitchen
mirror. He instantly saw the salient
11 aw in his dress. It was the cravat.
Tie it as he would, it never approached
the likeness of the conventional cravat
of the waiter. It still remained a pol
ished cravat, a worldly cravat, the
cravat seen in ball-rooms, drawing
rooms in the theater stalls and boxes,
anywhere but in the servants' hall.
Oh for the ready-made cravat that
hitched to the collar-button! And then
Hi: re was that servant's low turned
down collar, glossy as celluloid. He
felt as diffident in his bare throat as
n debutante feels in her first decollette
ball-gown, not very well covered up,
as it were. And, heaven and earth,
how appallingly large his hands had
(L'iuvmi, how clumsy his feet! Would
the colonel expose him? Would ho
keep silent? This remained to be
f;>und out; therein lay the terror of
suspense.
Jti'iuembair," went on Monsieur
Pierre, after a pause, feeling that be
had ,i duty to fulfill and a responsibil
ity to shift to other sh&ulders than his
own. "remembair, eef you spill zee
Koup. 1 keel you. You carry zee tureen
in. zeu you deesh out zee soup, and
nairve Zee oystaires should be on zee
trilile t'ree minutes before zee guests
liaf arrive,. Now, can you make zee
American cocktail?"
I can," —with a ghost of a smile.
"Make hoem," —with a pompous
wave of the band toward the favorite
iugredients.
"What kind?"
"Vot kind! Eez zare more cocktails,
?.en ?"
"Only two that arc proper, the maa
hat tan and the martini."
"Make zee martini; I know heem."
"But cocktails ought not be mixed
before serving."
"I say, make zee one cocktail," —
coldly and skeptically. "I test heem."
Warburton made one. Monsieur
sipped it slowly, making a wry face,
for. true Gaul that he was, only tw®
kinds of stimulants appealed to his
palate, liqueurs and wines. He found
it as good as any he had ever tasted.
• Ver' good,"—softening. "Zare ees
zen. one t'ing zat all zee Americans can
make, /.ee cocktail? I am educate';
1 learn Now leaf me till eight. Keep
zee collect head,"—and Monsieur Pierre
turned his attention to his partridges.
James went out of doors to get a
breath of fresh aid and to collect his
thoughts, which were wool-gathering,
whatever that may mean. They
needed collecting, these thoughts of
his, and labeling, for they were at all
points of the compass, and he was at
a loss upon which to draw for support.
Here he was, in a devil of a fix, and
no possible way of escaping except by
absolutely bolting; and he vowed that
he wouldn't bolt, not if he stood the
chance of being exposed 50 times over.
He had danced; he was going to pay
the fiddler like a man. He had never
r tn away from anything, and he wasn't
going to begin now.
At the worst, they could only laugh
at him but his secret would be his no
longer Ass that he had been! How
to tell this girl that he loved her? How
to appear to her as his natural self?
What a chance he had wilfully thrown
away! He might have been a guest
tonight, he might have sat next to
her, turned the pages of her music,
and perhaps sighed love in her ear, all
of which would have been very proper
anil conventional. Ah, if he only knew
what, was going on behind those Med
iterriin-aij eyes of hers, those heavenly
"apphires. Had she any suspicion?
No, ii (()uUI no t be possible; she had
humiliated him too often, to suspect
tilf ' imposture. Alackaday!
Had any one else applied the dis
rt*P"tah|,. terms he applied to himself
would have been a battle royal.
When he became out of breath, he re
entered the house to have a final look
the table before the ordeal began.
Covers had been laid for 12; immac
linen, beautiful silver, and spark
li'c outclass. He wondered how much
the giri A . as worth, and thought of his
" w " miserable $4,500 the year. True,
,lis f-apitai could at any time be con
v ' r,e 'l into cash, some $75,000, but it
would ho no longer the goose with the
golden .jrg A great bowl of roses
stood on a glass center-piece. As he
leaned toward them to inhale their per
fume he heard a sound. He turned.
,S| "' stood framed in a doorway, a
picture Nl , c i, as artists conjure up to
fit in siiiiin corners of gloomy studios;
beauty, y ou th, radiance, luster, happl-
To his ardent eyes she was su
beautiful. Ho'" wildly .his
i .p h j s W as the first time he
fciid her iu all her slory. Hi#
emotion was so strong that he did not. 1
observe that she was biting her nether ,
lip.
"Is everything well, James?" she ;
asked, meaning the possibilities of ser
vice and not the cardiac intrauquility !
of the servant.
"Very well. Miss Annesley,"—with a
sudden bold scrutiny.
Whatever it was she saw in his eyes
it had the effect of making hers turn
aside. He grew visibly nervous.
"You haven't the hands of a servant, !
James," —quietly.
He started and knocked a fork to :
the floor.
"They are too clumsy," she went on |
maliciously.
"I am not a butler, Miss; I am a |
groom. 1 promise to do the very best j
I can." Wrath mingled with the |
diame on his face.
"A man who can do what you did I
this morning ought not to be afraid of >
a dinner-table."
"There is some difference between a
dinner-table and a horse, Miss." He
stooped to recover the fork while she
touched her lips with her handker- j
chief. The situation was becoming
unendurable. He knew that, for some j
reason, she was quietly laughing at '
him.
Never put back on the table a fork
or piece of silver that, has fallen to
the floor," she advised. "Procure a
clean one."
"Yes, Miss." Why in heaven's name
didn't she go and leave him in peace?
"And be very careful not to spill a
drop of the burgundy. It is '7B, and
a particular favorite of my father's." j
Seventy-eight! As if he hadn't had j
many a bottle of that superb vintage 1
during the past ten months! The :
glands in his teeth opened at the mem
ory of that taste.
"James, we have been in the habit I
of paying off the servants on this day
of the month. Payday comes especial
ly happy this time. It will put good
feeling into all, and make the service
vastly more expeditious."
She counted out four ten-dollar
notes from a roll in her hand and
signified him to approach. He took
the money, coolly counted it, and put
it in his vest poc*ket.
"Thank you, Miss."
I do not say she looked disap
pointed, but I assert that she was
slightly disconcerted. She never knew
the effort he had put forth to subdue
the desire -to tear the money into
shreds, throw it at her feet and leave
the house.
"When the gentlemen wish for ci
gars or cigarettes, you will find them
in the usual place, the lower drawer
in the sideboard." With a swish she
was gone.
He took the money out and studied
it. No, he wouldn't tear it up; rather
he would put it among his keepsakes.
I shall leave Mr. Itobert, or M'sieu
Zhames, to recover his tranquillity, and
describe to you the character and qual
ity of the guests. There was the af
fable military attache of the British
embassy, there was a celebrated Amer
ican countess, a famous dramatist, and
his musical wife, Warburton's late
commanding colonel, Mrs. Chadwlck,
Count Karloff, one of the notable grand
opera prima-donnas, who would not
sing in opera till February, a cabinet
officer and his wife, Col. Annesley and
his daughter. You will note the cosmo
politan character of these distin
guished persons. Perhaps in no other
city in America could they be brought
together at an informal dinner such as
this one was. There was no question
of precedence or any such nonsense.
Everybody knew everybody else, with
one exception Col. Raleigh was a com
parative stranger. But he was a like
able old fellow, full of stories of the
wild, free west, an excellent listener
besides, who always stopped a goodly
distance on the right side of what is
known in polite circles as the bore's
dead-line. Warburton held for him a j
deep affection, martinet though he was,
for he was singularly just and merci
ful.
They had either drunk the cocktail
or had set it aside untouched, and had
emptied the oyster shells, when the
ordeal of the soup began. Very few of
those seated gave any attention .to my
butler. The first thing he did was to
drop the silver ladle. Only the girl
saw this mishap. She laughed; and
Raleigh believed that he had told his
story in an exceptionally taking man
ner. My butler quietly procured another
ladle, and proceeded coolly enough. I
must confess, however, that his cool
ness was the result of a physical ef
fort. The soup quivered and trem
bled outrageously, and more than once
he felt the heat of the liquid ou his
thumb. This moment liis face was
pale, that moment It was red. But,
as I remarked, few observed him,
Why should they? Everybody had
something to say to everybody else;
and a butler was only a machine any
way. Yet, three persons occasionally
looked in his direction: his late colonel,
Mrs. Chadwlck and the girl; each from
a different angle of vision. There was
a scowl on the colonel's face, puzzle
ment on Mrs. Chadwick's, and I don't
know what the girl's represented, not
having been there with my discerning
eyes.
Once the American countess raised
her lorgnette and murmured: "What
a handsome butler!"
Karloff, who sat next to her, twisted
his mustache and shrugged. He had
seen handsome peasants before. They
did not interest him. He glanced across
the table at the girl, and was much an
noyed that she, too, was gazing at the
butler, who had successfully completed
the distribution of the soup and who
now stood with folded arms by the
sideboard. (How I should have liked
to see him!)
When the butler took away the soup
plates, Col. Raleigh turned to his host.
"George, where the deuce did you
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, AUGUST 16, 1906.
pick tip that butler?"
Annesle.v looked vaguely across the
table at bis old comrade. He had been
far away in thought. He had eaten
nothing.
"What?" lie asked.
"I asked you where the deuce you
got that butler of yours."
"Oh. Betty found him somewhere.
Our own butler is away on a vacation.
I bad not noticed him. Why?"
"Well, if he doesn't look like a
cub lieutenant of mine, I was born
without recollection of faces."
"An orderly of yours, a lieutenant,
did you say?" asked Betty, with smol
dering fires in her eyes.
"Yes."
' That is strange," she mused.
"Yes; very strange. He was a dare
devil if there ever was one."
"Ah!"
"Yes; best bump of location in the
regiment, and the steadiest nerve," —
dropping his voice.
The girl leaned 011 her lovely arms
and observed him interestedly.
"A whole company got lost in a
snowstorm. You know that on the
prairie a snowstorm means that only
a" compass can tell you where you are;
and there wasn't one in the troop—
a bad piece of carelessness 011 the cap
tain's part. Well, this cub said he'd
find the way back, and the captain
wisely let him take the boys in hand."
"Goon," said the girl.
"Interested, eh?"
"I atn a soldier's daughter, and J love
the recital of brave deeds."
"Well, he did it. Four hours later
they were thawed out in the barracks
kitchen. Another hour and not one of
them would have lived to tell the tale.
The whisky they poured into my
cub—"
"Did he drink?" she interrupted.
"Drink? Why the next day he was
going to lick the men who had poured
the stuff down his throat. A toddy
once in a wMile, that was all he ever
took. And how he loved a tight! He
had the tenacity of a bulldog; once
he set his mind 011 getting something,
he never let up till he got it.."
The girl trilled thoughtfully with a
rose.
"Was lie ever in an Indian fight?"
she asked, casually.
"Only scraps and the like. He went
into the reservation alone one day and
arrested a chief who had murdered a
sheep-herder. It was a volunteer job,
and nine men out of ten would never
have left the reservation alive. He
was certainly a cool hand."
"I dare say,"—smiling. She wanted
to ask him if he had ever been hurt,
this daredevil of a lieutenant, but she
could not bring the question to her
lips. "What did you say his name
was?"—innocently.
"Warburton, Robert Warburton."
Here the butler came in with the
bird 3. The girl's eyes followed him,
hither and thither her lips hidden be
hind the rose.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CAUGHT!
Karloft' came around to music. The
dramatist's wife should play Tosti's
Ave Maria. Miss Annesley should play
the obligato on the violin and the
prima-donna should sing; but just at
present the dramatist should tell them
all about his new miiitary play which
was to be produced in December.
"Count, I beg to decline," laughed
the dramatist. "I should hardly dare
to tell my plot before two such military
experts as we have here. I should be
told to write the play all over again,
and now it is too late."
Whenever Betty's glances fell 011 her
father's face, the gladness in her own
was somewhat dimmed. What was
making that loved face so care-worn,
the mind so listless, the attitude so
weary? But she was young; the
spirits of youth never flow long in one
direction. The repartee, brilliant and
at the same time sting with
drawn, flashed up and down the table
like so many fireflies on a wet lawn in
July, and drew her irresistibly.
As the courses came and passed, so
the conversation became less and less
general; and by the time the ices
were served the colonel had engaged
his host, and the others divided into
twos. Then coffee, liqueurs and cigars,
when the ladies rose and trailed into
the little Turkish room, where the
"distinguished-looking butler" sup
plied them with the amber juice.
A dinner is a function where every
body talks and nobody eats. Some
have eaten before they come, some
wish tliey had, and others dare not eat
for fear of losing some of the gossip.
After the liqueurs my butler con
cluded that his labor was done and he
offered a short prayer of thankful
ness and relief. Heavens, what mad,
fantastic impulses had seized him
while he was passing the soup. Sup
posing he had spilled the hot liquid
down Karloff's back, or poured out a
glass of burgundy for himself and
drained it before them all, or slapped
his late colonel on the back and asked
him the state of his liver? It was
maddening and he marvelled at his es
cape. There hadn't been a real mis
hap. The colonel had only scowled at
him; he was safe. He passed secretly
from the house and hung around the
bow-window which let out on the low
balcony. The window was open, and
occasionally he could hear a voice from
beyond the room, which was dark.
It was one of those nights, those mild
November nights, to which the novel
ists of the old regime used to devote
a whole page; the silvery pallor 011
the landscape, the moon-mists, the
round, white, inevitable moon, the stir
ring breezes, the murmur of the few
remaining leaves, and all that. But
these busy days we have not the time
to read nor the inclination to describe.
Suddenly upon the stillness of the
night the splendor of a human voice
broke forth; the prima-donna waa
frying her voire A violin wailed a
note. A hand ran up and down the
keys of the piano. Warburton held
his breath and waited. He had heard
Tosti's Ave Maria many times, but
he never will forget the manner in
which it was sung that night. The
songstress was rare-free and among
persons she knew and liked, and she
put her soul into that magnificent and
mysterious throat of hers. And throb
bing all through the song was the
vibrant, loving voice of the violin.
And when the human tones died away
and the instrument ceased to speak,
Warburton felt himself swallowing
rapidly. Then came Schumann's Trau
merei on the strings, Handel's Largo,
Grieg's Papillen, and a ballade by
Chaminade. Then again sang the
prinia-donna; old folksy songs,
sketches from the operas, grand and
light, Faust, The Barber of Seville,
La Pi lie <le Madame Angot. In all his
days Warburton had never heard such
music. Doubtless he had—even better;
only at this period he was in love.
The imagination of love's young dream
is the most stretchable thing I know
of. Seriously, however, 110 was a
very good judge of music, and I am
convinced that what he heard was out
of the ordinary.
But I must guide my story Into the
channel proper.
[To Be Continued ]
JUST A LITTLE PERSONAL.
Com pi i 1111* 111 Which WitM Curried to
<lll lOmlut rriiMMi i»« Point of
( O IIM t rnet ion.
Unfortunately for himself, Mr.
Thorn wall was gifted with a phenom
enal faculty for saying the wrong
thing at all times and in all circum
stances. A friend of his, relates the
Youth's Companion, had just intro
duced him to a rising young member
of the national house of representa
tives.
"1 have often heard of you, Mr. 8.,"
said Mr. Thornwall, greeting him with
the utmost cordiality, "it's a great
pleasure to meet a congressman who
is making his mark, the more especial
ly when one considers how few there
are that are doing it. It must be al
most mortifying to you, sometimes,
to see what an ordinary lot of men
are sent to Washington to make the
laws for this country. Doesn't it?"
''Oh, I don't know," said the Hon.
Mr. 15., with an embarrassed smile.
"They're not a bad lot of men."
"It stands to reason," rejoined Mr.
Thornwall, warmly, "that they can't
amount to much. What man who ni
worth his salt, either in a business or
professional capacity, would sacrifice
all his prospects at home and goto
Washington for the pitiful salary of
$5,000 a year? Not one; sir; not one.
That's why I say—er —"
But here Mr. Thornwall saw that
he had "put his foot, in it,"and
hastened to change the subject.
•IIIHI View of (lie Matter.
In most, if not all, of the fraternal
insurance organizations there is a
slight increase every year in the
monthly assessments, to meet the in
creased risk due to advancing age. Mr.
Benham had joined one of these socie
ties, and his children were asking him
about it.
"You have to pay a little more every
year, do you, papa?" asked Bobby.
"Yes," he replied.
"Have to keep 011 paying when you
get to be old?"
"Certainly."
"But suppose you live to be very old,
papa. Suppose you live to be 85 or
90. Won't it be pretty hard for you to
pay it then?"
"I hope not, Bobby," said Mr. Ben
ham. "If you boys are worth your salt
you'll be paying it for me by that
time." —Youth's Companion.
llrinli. Trail** in St'rmoiifl.
Tlie wife of a Philadelphia clergy
man recently sold a box of waste
paper to a ragman, says "Success
Magazine." In the box were a lot of
manuscript sermons of her husband's
A month or so thereafter, the ragman
again came around, and asked if the
lady had any more sermons to sell.
"I have some waste paper," said she
"but why should you particularly
want sermons?"
"Well, mum, you see I did so well
with them that I got here a month ago.
I got sick up in Altoona, and a preach
er there boarded me and my horse for
a couple of weeks for that box of ser
mons, because 1 hadn't any money.
Since then he's got a great reputa
tion in those parts as a preacher.
I'll give ten cents a pound for all
you have."
2'ointiiiu 11 Moral.
A certain minister who was famous
for seizing every opportunity to
point out a moral, was walking one
day with one of his parishoners and
expostulating with him on account of
his sinful ways. Presently they came
to a place where ice had formed on
the walk, and the sinful man's feet
flew from under him, giving him a
bad fall. The minister quickly seized
the chance, and looking down upon
him said: "My friend, you now see
that sinners stand on slippery places."
The sinful one looked ruefully up
and answered: "Yes, I see they do,
but I can't." —N. Y. World.
Knoll of tlio Hock.
Mrs. Hooligan looked up at the
clock', and then slapped the iron she
had lifted from the stove back on the
lid with a clatter. "Talk about toinu
an' toide waiting for no man," she
muttered, as she hurried into the pan
try, "there's toimes they w'ait and
toimes they don't! Yisthcrday at this
very minute 'twas but tin o'cloei:. an'
to-day 'tis quarther to twelver*—
Youth's Companion.
HORTICULTURE
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LOW FRUIT LADDERS.
Can Be Built on the Farm and Will
Prove Their Value When
» Given Trial.
Two sketches of low ladders for
picking small fruits, such as peaches,
cherries and apples, where the trees
are low appeared in a recent issue of
the Prairie Farmer and which we re
produce here. These ladders are so
easily made that they should interest
our readers.
Fig. 1 shows a plan that Is made
by taking two six-inch boards six feet
A CHEAPLY MADE STEP LADDER,
long and cutting grooves ev®rj» ten
inches where the steps are to be. The
steps are set into the grooves and
then securely nailed from the outside.
The width at the bottom Is about
three feet, but each step is shortened
two inches, so that the top step, which
Is nailed across the ends cut parallel
with the grooves, is two feet long.
The support is made by taking two
thrCo-i: "!i pieces and connecting them
with two or throe supports. At the
ANOTHER FORM OF PICKING LAD
DER.
top the two sets are connected with
the rod that passes through both.
This ladder is secure and if carefully
placed will be hard to tip over.
Fig. 2 shows another form that is
made by taking four six-foot legs
made of sound 3xl strips and connect
ing at the top with a bolt. The steps
are made by nailing two-inch strips
on either side of the legs as illus
trated. The board at the top is nailed
to the main legs and is supported 011
either side by the cleats which corre
sponded with the steps below. The
same dimensions arc followed as in
Fig. 1.
REAL VALUE OF~SPRAYING.
In Fighting- Disease and Insects One
Should Not Depend Too
Much on It.
So rapid has been the advancement
of spraying as a means of controll
ing insects and diseases, that there
is a tendency to greatly overestimate
Its value. It vras only 26 years ago
that Paris green was first used for
the codling moth of apples. Not un
til about 1885 was the Bordeaux mix- ;
ture used to any extent. When we
remember that practically all of our
modern spraying—its tools, mixtures
and methods, has been developed or |
made of practical utility within the ,
past 15 or 20 years, until it has come :
to be an almost universal practice j
among the most successful fruit
growers, we can readily understand '
why greater importance is some- I
times ascribed to it than it really J
merits. Spraying is a new idea, says I
Farming, and like most new ideas, it j
has been over-emphasized. There are i
some old and a few new ways of solv
ing the insect and disease problems. j
Sometimes these other ways may be j
better even than spraying, sometimes !
they may supplement it very advan- I
tageously. We should not forget j
them in our enthusiasm over a new |
and valuable remedy.
PBUNINGS.
Currants are among the most profit i
able of fruits and can be grown iu j
cold climates.
Prune trees properly when yount, j
and after they commence to bear lit- i
tie trimming is needed. Its a big mis- j
take to neglect young fruit trees.
For marketing the fruit should be
matured full grown when gathered,
but should not have time to become
mellow.
Keep grass and weeds away from
trunks of trees —at least two feet to
prevent ravages by mice, and the bet
ter to examine the trees.
If fruit trees are overloaded, they
should be thinned, not only for the
benefit of this year's crop, but of tliei
crop which is to follow another year.
It is a long wait between the plant
ing of an orchard and the appearance
of fruit Qn the trees and a great deal
of time will be lost If the wrong sorts
are chosen.
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CURIOS AND ODDITIES.
Only one woman in 100 insures her
lire.
Elian Terry is passionately fond of
cats.
Sarah Bernhardt has a huge bed 13
feet long.
Patti sleeps with a silk scarf about
her neck.
Brides in Australia are pelted with
rose leaves.
In stature Eskimo women are the
shortest on earth.
No photographs are ever taken of
women in China.
A woman's brain declines in weight
after the age of 30.
la Africa wives are sold for two
packets of hairpins.
N*JW York has 27,000 women who
support their husbands.
Drunkenness is rare, smoking com
mon among Japanese women.
PHILOSOPHICAL POINTS.
The fatted calf never loves the
prodigal son.
Truth never runs around askins
people to believe it.
Alas, that fools are prosperous, is
it their penalty or reward?
How many of us in listening to the
tomtoms forget the violins?
To think an original thought is to
take a step nearer the divine.
People who need to be continually
propped up are not worth the prop.
When men become suddenly good
they should be executed Immediately.
It is easier for some people to be
lieve the impossible than the pos
sible.
Before it was thrown down, the
Golden Calf had a son, and it is still
mooing around the world.
It is self-evident that to success
fully fathom the motives of men one
must be a man himself. To an idiot
• —to a lunatic —all men are either
Idiots or lunatics.
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