Amorg the things I've never seen
Is a Josie Daskam type of kid—
The kind (see any magazine)
That talks as live one never did;
But then I'd flee, I'm frank in saying,
such a one toward me came straying.
f never heard a person talk
The way H. James can make them spiel;
Think how Dame Nature e’en must balk
When Henry's dope’s palmed ¢¥ as real;
But if this type lived in the nation
Who'd stop to grasp its conversation?
I've never seen Jack London's kind,
Who fights three battles every day,
And ne'er is in a peaceful mind
Unless mixed up in a melee
In fact, I'd think it strictly proper
To hand such to the nearest copper,
There is no Raffles in life's fold,
And likewise there'sno Sherlock Holmes:
No one so clever, or so bold,
This stupid footstool ever roamed;
In fact, if you want life, not diction,
Don't hunt for it in modern fiction
~Denver Republican
——
Bagil Deane, artist, seeking
spiration, found it in a remote
French Canadian hill village. As he
paused outside a cheerful red mill a
week after he had first seen the place
a low-toned melodious voice close
at his elbow said:
“Monsieur smiles! Monsieur has
happy things to think about!”
Basil looked down and saw a little
old-fashioned figure, and a pair of
soft eves. .
“I am glad to see monsieur smile.”
And this time Basil noticed a peculiar
tendgrness in the voice. ‘I have
watched him every day for a week,
and he has always seemed grave and
absorbed.”
Quite unconsciously,
walking along by her
said:
“It is a pretty place for a home.
One might easily enough dream
away a summer's day here.”
“But we do not dream here,
work,” said the girl, smiling.
“What do you do?”
“We make ribbons—ribbons
fine as those of Lyons. Does mon-
sieur know that he literally stum-
bled over me but yesterday?"
“I did not know it, but I ask vour
pardon.”
‘Oh, you need not humiliate your-
self before me. I am only Marguer-
ite, the ribbon weaver. If it were
Pauline now, she would make a
stately courtesy and say that mon-
sleur was forgiven.”
“And who is Pauline?
amused.
The girl's face ass
look.
“That is not easy to sav.”
plied, in a mysterious,
sometimes think she a princess in
disguise, and at other times, when
I am angry because she scolds
I say she is only a cross old woman
whom some day I shall run away
from. And now I must bid monsieur
good day.”
“Wait,” said Basil, hastily
who know the village so well should
be able to tell me of some hospitable
person who takes lodgers.”
“Does monsieur wish t&
Why, then, Pauline is the very
man who will be pleased to
him. Yonder she lives.”
nodded a gay good-by and
away. It seemed as if the sunshine
had been suddenly withdrawn.
gazed after her a moment, then
crossed the street to the house. In
it was an old woman reeling silk—a
woefully wrinkled old woman, but
bright and keen as if she were but
twenty. Basil caught the gleam
a glittering jewel upon her bosom.
“Monsieur can come. You want
quiet? You shall have it. There is
no one to disturb except my grand-
child, Marguerite, a madcap girl
whose acquaintance it will be well to
discourage is you would be quiet.”
Louis Duval, Deane's
friend, received two letters one day
in his rich apartments in the great
city. first was from his law-
yer:
“Dear Duval: I have been looking
after your affairs, but don't come to
any positive conclusion. Evidence
tends to show the existence of the
person to whom the codicil to the will
refers, but she seems to have disap-
peared mysteriously, and as yet I
have found no cine to her where-
abouts. You are so well off now, and
80 generous, that I suppose you
wouldn't break your heart if this new
claimant should appear.”
“Don’t think I should! I'd gladly
divide the property with any one who
shared my name. And now, Basil
Deane, for you!"
“My Dear Louis—You never did a
kinder thing than when you took my
picture off my hands and sent me
into the country. 1 think I never
lived before. If nothing happens 1
mean to do something else than
dream henceforth,
“I am housed with an old woman
and a young girl. I have not quite
made out the relation between them
yet, but it is apparently one of in-
terest rather than affection. The old
woman's face is as yellow as the gold
that she loves so well, but her eves
are as bright as diamonds. And
speaking of diamonds reminds me of
a remarkable ornament that she
wears. It is a Greek cross, the arms
studded with glittering stones, pure
and brilliant as stars, 1 ventured to
make a remark concerning it when I
had been there a week,
* “Those are very fine diamonds of
Yours, Mille. Pauline,’ I said. The
old woman started and I fancied
grew pale.
“ ‘Diamonds! monsienr; you must
be joking. How should an old woman
like me wear diamonds?’ she said,
sharply.
“*Your brooch is an heirloom, 1
suppose?’
* ‘No, monsieur! I have no ances-
tors; 1 am only one of the bour-
in-
Basil was
side, and now
we
as
' said Basil,
umed a puzzled
she re-
low tone nl
is
me,
of
he
" ‘For all that,’ I said, positively,
*those are fine diamonds.’
* ‘Paste, monsieur, paste! They
.
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do these RS with wonderful art
in France!’ said the old woman.
“Now I could have sworn to the
genuineness of the diamonds, but 1
let the subject drop. I am, however,
quite curious in regard to this old
woman. Nobody in the village knows
anything of her antecedents.
“My feeling for Marguerite—that
is the girl's name——is not curiosity.
I am afraid I fell in love with her
before I painted her portrait. That
process 1s, however, begun.
‘She scarcely glanced at the pie-
ture the first two or three days, but
one day she peeped over my shoulder.
Her surprise was charming.
“*‘Am I like that?’ she said, her
soft, large eyes full of wondering de-
light.
* ‘Like it, but
“ ‘Monsieur very good,’
plied, with downcast eyes.
pieture is like one that
locked up in her drawer. [ do not
know who it is, but sometimes I
think it is my mother.’
“Presently I said
“Don’t vou remember
er?
‘Ah, no! when I look back it is
Pauline, nothing but Pauline.’
‘Only Pauline! and what is the
matter with Pauline, pray?’ said a
wiry, sinuous voice, and looking, we
both saw the wrinkled, yellow visage
of the old woman
“A look of vivid
the girl's face, and
awav
‘Who is
ruptly.
‘Do
should
whor
ad
more beautiful.’
she
jut
is re-
the
Pauline has
your moth-
only
dislike
she
crossed
hastened
Marguerite?’ I said,
ab-
you not
but
SWoet
guess? What
a poor foundling
charity's sake 1
she be
for
01 Mi ted”?
‘Something in the
in ol! Pauline's {
made me
Then Margus
‘Letters, me
“The super
caught my eve
and
subtle
as she said this
it was a
eturned.
: ' she said
scription of yours
in an instant Ia my
pleasure I pronounced
There was an in-
at the other end
ned astonished and
beheld that hideous old Pauline-
face a deathly, yellowish white, and
her eyes wide open and glaring fixed-
upon me
‘Monsieur!’ s
harsh volce
cer nn that
ieur!
rash
room I tt
her
1¥
he said, in a st
Marguerite ran
range
she said,
Pauline, Pauline
terror
‘Are you ill
to her
‘Thanks,
"Twas an
Mon Dieu!
plied, angrily
“The sting was
the mention of
fected her so powerfully? Am 1
right in my impression that your
family is from Southern France?"
For answer to this voluminous
epistie, Basil received a half sheet
from his friend
“1 am coming:
Thursday.”
Jasil came in
eyes shining with
prospect.
“Monsieur has good
Pauline,
his face.
Basil glanced at her and perceived
that the ghttering brooch was miss-
ing.
“You are right, Mlle. Pauline.
friend, Louis Duval, is coming to
make me a visit. Would it be con-
venient for you to accommodate my
friend also?"
“Monsieur and his friend are most
welcome to the whole house,” re-
turned Pauline, in a peculiar tone.
It seemed to Basil Deane that night
as if his life had but just begun.
Hitherto he had failed, and his life
had had too many burdens, and too
few hopes, for him to think of asking
another to share it; but now all was
changed; nothing seemed impossible.
He loved Marguerite,
While he thought of her, he saw
the flutter of her light dress in one
of the shaded alleys.
“Marguerite!” he
upon her suddenly,
“Ah, it is you, monsieur?”’ and her
face was illumined.
“1 want you, Marguerite, to have
and to keep forever.”
Her hands trembled—ghe faltered
out:
“I thought Pauline sent you for
me!"
“Nobody sent me. 1 saw you and
came because I love you and wanted
to be with you. Will you be my wife,
Marguerite?”
“Nour wife, monsieur! I am =
poor ribbon weaver!” her innocent
eyes lifted to his in frank surprise.
“And I am a poor artist. There is
no disparity between us. The only
question is of your loving me.”
“There 18 no question of that, mon-
sleur."”
The moon had dropped below the
dark belt of forest that shut in the
little valley where Basil fell asleep.
in
?* I asked, going up
monsieur!
accursed wasp
twas like
I am not il}
stung me
a stab,’ she
Could
have af-
a pretense,
your name
expect me on
at
his
this
dinner time,
pleasure at
news,” said
with a scrutinizing look at
My
said, coming
To
When he ‘awoke-the sun was fer up
the sky. The remembrance of the
past night came to him like a dream
of ineffable happiness.
When he came downstairs he
opened the door of the little kitchen
It was still and empty; no fire ou the
hearth; no signs of life anywhere, |
He crossed the room, and after tap-
ping at the door of the bedroom
where Pauline slept, opened it and
looked in. The bed had been undis-
turbed since the day before. The
women had disappeared. A thorough
examination of the house showed
that, while no bulky articles had
been taken, nothing of value was left,
The next day Basil Deane present-
ed himself in the city and told Louis
of the mysterious flitting
Louis’ mobile face
sober. He half-opened his
speak, but the distress in
countenance checked the words.
was thinking.
“You do not speak.
am deceived!”
“I am afraid you are,” gently.
“Upon my life I am not,” sala
Basil, eagerly. "I am a fool in world-
ly matters if you say 80, but 1 know
a pure, true woman when I see her
And I'll ind Marguerite!”
He began his search at once, Louis
Duval sometimes alding him, and
oftener, as time went by, trying to
dissuade him.
It was two years after Marguerite's
disappearance, and during that time
Bagil Deane had become a popular
artist. His pictures were no longer
hung in obscure corners at the exhi-
bitions, but were the centre of ad.
miring crowds. One evening, while
waiting with Louis, he stepped into a
goldsmith’'s shop upon some trifling
errand. A shabby, fareign-looking
man stood by the counter. ‘“‘But {f
monsieur would be good enough to
look at this,” said the man, with
French accent, and directly a lucid
point shone out,
Basil's hand
friend's arm.
had grown
lips to
Basil'e
He
You think I
tightened over his
he sald,
know its setting,” in an ex-
cited whisper
“Where did you get
manded the goldsmith,
him with suspicion.
“It is a family jewel,"
the man, hurriedly, but,
alarmed, the man began to put the
trinket up. “If monsieur does not
want it 1 will offer it elsewhere,” he
said, and went out
silently followed,
a narrow alley,
house the man stopped
laid upon his shoulder
this?"
looking
de-
as
and at last came to
A hand was
came into your
Basil, with resolution
the brooch is my
man
Indeed! We will go in then
inquire of her And Basil
hand upon the bell-pulil.
“For heaven's sake,
don’t do that.” said the man,
“Pauline will be angry.”
Basil's heart leaped For a mo-
ment he was incapable of speech. The
shabby man opened the door and ran
up a long flight.
Deane and Louis Duval followed, A
shriek burst from Pauline’s lips, and
she sank down in a
came forward.
“Monsieur!
“Marguerite!”
The name was a glad ery,
arms were open to receive her,
Marguerite’s cheeks flushed.
looked in wonder from one
other, her color visibly rising under
Louis’ eager gaze. And he
unable to remove his eyes from her.
“Who are you? What do you
want?” said Pauline, her
ing maliciously.
“Gently, madame!
but for one or two things you would
be in the galleys at Toulon,’
Duval.
"Tis a lie!
thing about it!” she cried.
“Then I must recall a few passages
in your life to your remembrance;
and I do it as much for the sake of
that girl as for yours,” said Louis.
“You know that when you were my
mother's bonne,
her illness you stole her diamonds
and had paste substituted for them.
It was the brooch which was my
father's wedding present to her that
betrayed you at last.”
Pauline dropped her face in her
hands.
“And then, when my father mar.
ried again, he retained you because
of your supposed kindness to my
mother. And when my grandfather,
angry at this second match, and de
spising Marguerite’'s mother—peas-
ant-born, but noble-hearted-—let you
see his hate, you fanned it with lies,
and when at last the poor young
creature died in my father’s absence,
you were ready, for money, to steal
Marguerite. Now go and get my dia-
monds!"”
She obeyed humbly, bringing them
from a dingy closet, where they lay
in a rough box beneath a pile of rub
bish. Louis took the lucid gems out
of their rough casket. Their splen
dor illumined the room.
“Here, Marguerite, little sister!”
He hung them upon her soft,
brown curls, dropped them in shining
links around her white throat and
fastened them to the dainty wrists.
She stood there between her brother
and her lover, adorned like a queen,
and happler in her simple woman
hood than any queen of them all,
Amanda M, Hale.
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wife's,” said
in fear,
to
The Bard—-''Such a stupid, absent~
minded janitor! I gave him one of
my poems to mall and Instead of
Aropping it in the mall box on the
corner he dropped it in the waste
paper box.” Miss Tabaseo-—"But
why de Jou, all call him stupid?’ Chi
cago Dally Newa.
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Dreadnoaght and go Great Britain 3,
00 tong better, laying down a bat
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seas will not ignore the challenge
and we must prepare to hear of ¢
British battleship of 26,000 tons. The
japanese, being a proud and progres
sive people, will not sit still and ma)
be counted on to push the building
mark on their side up to 29.000 tons
By that time our own big ship en
thusiasts will wake up, and the tay
payers will be invited to contribute
the cash for a floating fortress o
32.000 tons. So does the race fo
naval sapremecy go, the mind of the
competing world being at present fix
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WISE WORDS,
men would be good hus.
80 mighty dull
Lots more
it weren't
learns t love
she
A girl
O
early when has a good
gure
When you sea a
a sign her
is dead
When
husband isn't sorry
n isn’t afrald of be-
a sign it
a wom
complexion
A man doesn’t have
lawyers in his will for
big share of it
The bigger
get married the longer
to figure out why.
to
he
Any man can get a reputation for
One of the queerest things about
being in love is the way
think they fool the people.
When
make up the beds it's a sign
doesn’t think her mother is.
A man could afford to have a lot
more bad habits {ff some of his good
ones weren't just as expensive
Girls have such finicky notions
most of them would like to marry a
man to match their complexions.
it may be wicked to lle to a woman
about how beautiful she le, but it's
mighty easy to be popular that way.
You could never make a woman
believe a preacher who thought her
child was a girl when it was a boy.
A married man gets lots more fun
on a fishing party than other kinds
because the family never wants to
go along.
It isn't what you spend on a boy's
college education that costs so much
as what it costs you afterward te
support him up to it
Either you tell people the truth
about themselves and are hated by
them for a boor, or you don’t, and
everybody else denounces you for a
hypocrite.
A nice thing about having your
family away for the summer is no
matter how late you come home in
the morning you don’t have to take
your shoes off to go upstairs,
One of the inconsistencies of this
world is that if you have no money
you have to spend to keep up appear.
ances; but if you have plenty you
can let appearances go hang. From
“Reflections of a Bachelor,” in the
New York Press.
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