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WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS TO KNOW-THINGS THAT INTEREST MAIff AND MATRON
MILITANT MAID'S
"VALOR" REWARDED
BY DEATH AS SUICIDE
Strange Story of Laura
Gray's Career Revealed in
Letter Accompanying Pre
sentation of Medal.
A. really gifted and brilliant young
woman, whose life might well have been
diverted Into the highest ohannels, has
under tho saddest of all circumstances
gone over to Join the great majority. Hor
suicide by nn overdose of a drug to
which she becamo addicted after Joining
the militant suffrage forces, took place In
a Hat in Jermyn street, London, last June.
Joan Lavender Outhrle, or, as she called
horself, "Laura ClHy," frequently led the
militant suffragettes on wild expeditions.
Until hor 21st birthday, a couple of
years ago, she lived with her widowed
mother under the most comfortable cir
cumstances In Kensington. Highly edu
cated and of brilliant abilities, she de
veloped a leaning for socialistic literature,
nnd became a militant suffragette. Hut
until the following letter and Its accom
panying medal for "valor" was sent her,
the young girl's life was fairly normal.
The modal was from the W. 8. V. U. to
militants, and the letter reads:
Dear Soldier In the Women's Army:
No mero words can possibly express
the feelings of the commlttw towards
you and the other comrades who have
, so nobly and with utter disregard of
self suffered the pain of the hunger
strike, and the horrors of forcible
feeding In prison, at the prompting
of duty and loyalty to the cnuso you
passionately love, and which is the
denrest in life to us all. I send you
'hcrefore. In all honor, and on bclialt
,f the committee of the W. 8. P. U.,
Jio medal for valor In action, nnd my
'rsonal wish that you have not suf
lntd too seriously In health aB the
tlailt of your heroic fight for prtn
- i Yours, with all greetings,
" MABEL TL'KE.
Wvhcn the Coroner. Ingleby Oddie,
summed up, his voice trembled with emo
tion, nnd there was scarcely a dry oye
in the room. He nervously fingered the
above letter, and then said
"Can anything be more calculated to
upset the mind of a young girl such as
receiving this document nnd this travesty
of a medal? After this she began to exaR
gerate her own importance The weak
mind probably gave way She leaves her
home, her sister, her mother, for a gar
ret in order to earn her own IMng and
probably devote herself to the cause. She
Is next in the stage as a pantonine girl,
and when a young girl, brought up as she
was, stnrts to live the free and lnde
dependent existence we hear so much
about in England, men of the world know
the danger she runs, a danger of which
this girt unfortunately did not escape.
"Next we find her In the company of
men frequenting night clubs and taking
money from them There Is no more
about the suffragist movement. The girl
seems to have been absolutely degraded,
and from then her whole history Is one of
drink, drugs, Immorality and death from
her own hand."
I The Coroner read aloud a letter written
Vs uthc. unfortunate Miss Guthrie, to her
CHURCH FEELS WAR BURDEN
armAn Methodists, Crushed Under
Heavy Taxes, May Close Temples.
NEW TORK, Sept. IS. A letter was re
ceived here from Bishop L. Nelson, direc
tor of the work of the Methodist Epis
copal Church, bv tho Board of Foreign
Missions of that faith, stating that tho
German Methodist congregations are
ctushed under the heavy burdens Imposed
upon them by the war.
The congregations are face to face with
tho necessity of closing their churches
temporarily, he says.
CHICAGO MUNICIPAL
MARKET MANAGERS
ISSUE "DON'T" LIST
Tell Housewives Not to Ex
pect All Fancy Grocery
Store Frills at Farm
Wagons.
CHICAGO, Sept 16.-"Don'te" foi
housewives dealing at tho new municipal
murkote, work on two of which was be
gun yesterday, have boon Issued with tho
approval of tho Municipal MarketB Com
mission. These rules are laid down as
ft guldo to women eager to cut tho cost
of living, but who may expect the frills
of fancy grocery store, service on the
school lots where farm wagons loaded
with garden truck will bo found.
The markets to be opened this week, as
tho result of an Inspection tour msd by
Alderman James H. Lavvley and his aides,
will be nt Maxwell and Union streets,
and on the Washington School property,
Morgan and Ohio streets.
Following are the "don'ts" for munic
ipal marketers.
Don't expect tho farmers to telephone
ou at your residence and take your or
der over the wire.
Don't ask to have an ear of corn and a
bunch of onions delivered.
Don't demand credit from the sturdy
agriculturist who sells you tomatoes at
bottom price. Spot cosh talks.
Don't hunt for premiums nt the munic
ipal markets. The farmer cannot give
you a cake of soap or a silver-handled
mop-stick with every DO-cent purchase.
Don't expect the municipal market to
deal in toilet jroods, razors, Imported
olives, caviar, roller skates, hair tonlo,
pickled oysters and gasoline. Go to an
up-to-date grocery store.
Don't come to market without a basket.
It may not look stylish, but what you
sae might buy a new winter hat.
Don't expect that your purchases are
going to be wrapped up like Christmas
tre" ornaments.
If you don't see what you want, a3k a
policemsn.
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BLOUSE OF PEACHBLOW MOIRE FASTENED WITH JET BUTTONS
BEFORE THE SANDMA1TCOMES
MORE ABOUT JIMMY
BREEZE
SOUTH
WAITERS OUTNUMBER GUESTS
IN BIG PARIS HOTELS
mnther. in which she says
"My Dear Little Mother Whatever
wretchedness I have had has como to me
through my own doing, and during this
last year, In particular, I have m5t some
very dear souls, both men and nomen,
If you ever como across them and they
sieak to you of me glvo them a weloome
for my sake, even though I may have
met them In bad and immoral ways.
Pleasa don't imagine for a moment thnt
what I have done was suggested by our
lf i-nnvprsatlnn. I have ben taking
drugs lor the last six months practically I for the
every night. I only lied to you aDout it.
because I knew you would worry if I
told you the truth. Of course, th- kindly
Coroner will call it 'temporary insanity."
nut, as a matter of fact. I think this Is
about the sanest thing I have yet done.
I am simply very. iery urea oi imnns
In General I cannot see that the world
will progress any the wois for my being
out of it. It seems cowardly. I know, but
I should only go on causing you more un
happiness. dear soul, for there are certain
ivays of life which it is absolutely impos
sible to give up. In fact, one docs not
want to. Tou are so pure nnd good that
it is hard to write this to you, but I feel
It to b the absolute truth. I blieve
there must bo a further sphere for people
like you, where unhapplnes and disap
pointment are smoothed away N'o one
In this world could have had a better or
more sympathetic mother than J. G. L."
Assistant Secretary Breckinridge
Leaves Capital to Aid Refugees.
PARI3. Sept 16.
The hotels are suffering from a scarcity
of guests. At the Continental there are
only seven guests In all. Each has fivo
waiters to attend him.
A party of Americans went to the
Hotel d'lenn a few days ago and asked:
"What are your prices?"
"What are you willing to p&y?" asked
the manager.
Henry S. Breckinridge, Assistant Sec
retary of War. in charge of the relief
of Americans, went to London today. H
expects to arrive hack In Amrlca be
nd of the month.
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Mrs. Robin spoilt it all by saying
aratcfullyl "Thank you so much, Jim-
i inv. thev vcri nlontv ufrnnff to Hv.
LL the afternoon and ' but a little afraid to beRin. All they
cveninp- Jimmy hunted ' needed was your kind help!"
It s just no use to try to be bad,
groaned Jimmy in despair, "I think I
might as well pivc up and go home."
So he started back.
On his way he passed a fine gar
den. The flowers were all dead and
the tops were full of ripe brown
seeds.
around in search oi
trouble, but found ;
none.
True enough, he saw
an old owl sitting up i
in a tree, and he said i
to himself. "There's a
sleepy old fellow: I'll
wake him up in a hurry!" So he blew
very hard and waked the old owl up.
"Oh, thank you so much, Jimmy,"
said the owl, the minute he was ,
awake. "I was having such very bad
dreams it was a real kind act for you '
to wake me up. And anyway, it is
high time I was about my business i
Thank you again," and he flew away.
Oh, but Jimmy was angry!
He went from there directly over
to the cornfield. "I know what I'll
do I'll blow the corn down, then
thev will all think I'm dreadful I
l guess!" So he blew and blew. The
Jir urecKinnago proDamy nas seen i,,. r i,,.c rc,l.,l A d,t-
mas. !. nir.t Aru!.... ii, .. 1 "-""h v.fcv.fc' li jh- emu ottwi
uiwic u; nic v.i.uui iifeijLUJK Limn illiy J TjnirM. K..nU
oth-r noncombatant. J I and Jimmy thought
utv suctessiuiiy uau
TODAY 44 YEARS AGO
THE STORY OF HIS LIFE
"At the Tge of two." ho said, according
to an exchange, "my parents-all my
relatives. In fact, were impressed with
the range and volume of my voice, as
raised in Joy or woe. So, from two to 1J
cars of nge. I took voice lessons from
Slgnor Splllonl. who charged Jl a min
ute, but who, let me assure ou was
worth It.
Trom 12 until I as S) eats old, T
iaine under the tutelage of Monsieur
G.atln. who used to make Psttl's hats
for her and who, therefore, knew the
human voice from A to Gizzard.
"M Grutin taught me for five years tt
th rate of TS000 a year, and then I was
sent to Europe, where I spent my time
studying under the bst masterJ In
Stoodleburg and Booden-Haaden until I
was. SO years old, when I nas pronounced
perfect."
He smiled sorrowfully, yet sweetly, and
added, "And now, thanks to the liwld
clear purity of my tons and rny superior
enunciation I can sell twtce as many
vegetables as any other huckster In
towns."
German Forces Had Reached Foitifi-
cations of Paris. j
NEW TORK, Sept. 13.-On this dale
44 years ago the Prussian advance
reached the Paris fortifications and
ttoops were forwardtd to surround the
city.
A. FRIENDLY TIP
Richard Eennett. the actor, was a prize
boxer when he was a young man. and as
a result of this accomplishment he has
many friends In the ranks of pugilism.
One evening during a performance in
the Middle West Abo Attell went behind
the scenes and called on Bennett In his
dressing room.
"Are you going to play San Francisco?"
asked the pugilist.
"TV." replied the actor. "I think we'll
put on the play in the Greek Theatre over
at Berkeley for one or two special per
formances "
"Take a tip from me, Bennett," cau
tiorieu Attell. not getting the leal sig
nificance of the theatre' name; "don't do
that. If ou do, you'll lose a lot of mon
Thre ain't enougli Greeks in that town
to fill a moving picture house." The
Popular Maazint.
he was being
Till one corn
stalk spoiled it all by saying: ''You
are always so thoughtful and kind, i
Jimmy South-breeze all the other ,
winds have gone off and left us, but I
you stay anu i.in us and make us
very happy. We thank you very
much." And all the cornstalks rus
tled a "thank you" so shyly and hap
pily that Jimmy had no heart for say
ing an angary word, though he felt
very cross m his heart.
He even stayed and tanned them a ,
little longer, while he was trying to
decide what lo attempt next. I
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it before!" he exclaimed suddenly.
"It's just the very worst thing a
breeze can do I'll blow the baby
robins out of their nest!"
Chuckling with naughty delight, he
hurried over toward a robin's nest,
and pushed two little babies off the
edge of the nest!
But before he even had time to
think how smart and wicked he was,
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He hurrieil oiri toiruriln u rohin'a
neat, and pushed tico little babies
off the edge of the nest!
"My last chance!" exclaimed Jim
my. "I'll tear those seeds away from
their home and spwad them all over
tlic garden."
He shook the plants fiercely and
scattered the seeds hither and yon.
And just as he was finishing, his
mother blew up. "That's a nice boy,"
she complimented him, "you couldn't
do anything better than that now
next year we'll have pretty flowers
all over the garden."
Jimmy said not a worth he simply
gave up trying to be had and went
to bed!
Tomorrow Four o'ClocUs.
Copyright, 1014, Clara Ingram Judion
ACROSS
TPIE COUNTER
A suit of blue cheviot with the redln
goto coat having a velvet collar and a
broard girdle, and a skirt with plaits at
both sides that Hare at the foot costs $20.
At 25, a suit similar In cut Is seen In
both blue and black cheviot. The skirt
Is plain, but Is buttoned In front down
Its entire length.
There aio soft greens and browns among
tho higher-priced suits. Wine color Is
seen, and mny shades of violet nnd dull
purple.
In greseda, or gray green, a milt Is
priced at 527.60 that has great Individu
ality. Both skirt and coat are trimmed with
rowa of buttons mado of a combination
of bona and of tho material Itself.
The coat Is cut to almost knee-length In
the back, and It has the high Xapoleonlc
collar that Is becoming to so many faces.
It Is bound with black silk braid that
carries out tho military effect, and Is cut
auay to partially reveal a waistcoat of
the material, buttoned nnd braided.
The skirt has three narrow plaits at
each side that widen toward the foot
and that are unconflned from tho knee
down.
It would seem that we need no longer
mince along tho street, but that we may
walk with the natural stride of the free
born once again.
It is hard to tell Just what relation color
has to price, but as one departs from the
blue and black the prices soar upward.
There is perhaps moro Individuality In
the cut or trimming of each suit, but the
outlines nre pretty much the same and
tho redingote Is soen more often than any
other form of out-of-door garment.
One of the exclusive shops la showing a
suit at J4S.50 In a dull tobacco brown that
has the Napoleonic collar, the edges
bound with black silk braid and the red
ingote coat with Its wide flare.
The Individual note Is struck by the
black satin fringed saeh and the way It
is draped nbout the hips.
Nevertheless, one can buy a suit of blue
or black for 120 or i without fearing to
see too many duplicates. The shops have
learned to guard against this very thing,
and by ringing slUht changes on the same
model a variety Is offered from which to
choose.
And It is Just hero that the individuality
of tho wearer comes Into play and can
find expression.
CONTENT WITH SCOTLAND
An extremely Flf-tniportant middle
class Londoner, 'visiting Scotland for the
first time In his life, volunteered to a
Wndly but sharp old Highlander that no
Englishman could over find Scotland any
thing but a place to leav and that
rapidly.
"I'n nae so sure o' that, ' returned the
old man, dryly. "I II tak' ye to a place
no' far frae Stirling, whaur thretty
thousand o' yer countrjmen ha' been
content for five hundred Sear, and they'ie
nae thocht o' leaving" yet! '
"What is the place?" belloned the Ion
doner. Bannockliurn'" snapped the Scot,
avintrhls hand in the direction of the
.tattlefleld.
CURE FOR NEURASTHENIA
Th- little miss was digging In her tiny,
garden, when old John appeared, with an
amused smile on his old black face, and I
nin tauereci nat In nana, bowing and
apologizing most humbly, sas Youth e
Cotnpanu.n In loply to Little Miss' in
quiries n to what had made him so lat,
he said:
"Well, Little MIsb, it's Jest' this way
Ez I wuz comln' by Miss Harney's she
said. "John, can't sou torno in and fix
this flower bed fur me.' And I JeV went
in and resisted her a minute and come
right on. And, Little Miss, as I gitH in
sight, and sees you a-spadln' and a-rakln'
I sas to myself, 'John, ef mo hlgh-hawn- I
ed ladles struck a hones' sweat, they I
wouldn't be so much of this heah nervous i
perspliatlon. Thes sholy wouldn't."
STRANGE
Craig Blddle, tall, bronzed and ath
letic, was dining in Monte Carlo, after
the Ntoe tennU tournament
"Do you see that girl?" an English
man said to Mr. Blddle, and he nodded
toward a beautiful girl In a while gown
quite wltliout bleeves, that seemed to be
literally falling from her lovely shoulders.
"Well, that girl Is a worthless crsa
ture, and fahe's ruined my best friend.
Yes, my best friend has spent half a
million on her In the Ufct year."
"Strange," said Mr. Btddle, with a
mile "strange, Isn't it. how these
worthless girls are always the most x-Vtnilv!"
HOW HE FORGAVE McNAB
A S.otihman on his deathbed was re
minded b the attending minister that
the hour of death is an hour for the
banishing of all lll-feellng a time for uni
versal forgleness.
Ho was a McGregor, and his feud with
the McNabs had been notable So the
clergjman. with the family's pel mission
and assistance, summoned the had r
clan McNab to the dying McGregor's bed
side. "I forgive ye, McNab," whispered the
expiring man, "wi' all my heart but may
my curse rest on my son forever Jf he
evtr does'"
In Legal Phraseology
From the Pitt burgh Pot.
"Who -writes you so many letters,
dear?"
"A young lawyer"
"And does he write nice letter?"
"In a legal way, yes. He says I have
beautiful eyes and Is eonstantlv alludin
to what h calls th a.forsild eyes, orbs
1 or vnmal ormma "
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jy 7 fjtft-jTK
' Jf- r OAininu,
WJ1I.X in my bathing suit
?, I f i 1'iay uijuii iiic auiiM,
a. BHk-JSLI T'll- say 1 look so cute, '
SjSrftSSIliSKSKiM! With -.kin all' brown and
mft v -SgaJilWiHH tanned,
i vr - ""J - JWm uy should they coax me so
I v'''3 M pretty suit all nasty wet?
sa
vffiPr Rut when out in the lake
I ' " M' father goes to swim,
I SasSe-iv ' sometimes like to take i
! -S31 s3E T" A walk tA i'4't in him.
f Jmrn'"' y mot'ier saySl ' J'ou
y5 llll 2?vsi suppose
lllllfl ijtfJ Ue'u fatlier l'a,'ie in all his
vSlff -JtWL clothes?"
"-Q - (Copyright )
THE INDEPENDENT GIRL
THINKS MAN BEST "PAL"
Platonic Friendship nn Aid to Mental
Development,
With tl e recent triumphant rise of the
bachelor girl, and tho subsequent discard-
j lug of that opprobrious term, old maid,
a irurr cuniuruuerie ims sprung up oe
tiveen the sexes, nnd many are the advan
tages to be reaped therefrom by both
pai ties
Platonle friendship has until recently
hem ipgarded with a suspicious eye and
S'W'i.illy condemned as being something
utiti itural and queer, and, anyhow, super
lluout "What Is the good of platonlcs?"
said a hasty young man once. "If 1 want
a real friend I go to a man who can
talk decently and who understands things,
and who can knock around with me.
Hut girls are different. When you go
out with them they expect you to spend
a lot of money on their amusement, nnd,
anvhow, girls are not meant to be real
pals as men are to each other."
Hut, Indeed, it Is time those foolish
statements wete contradicted. The inde
pendent girl desires equality In her friend
ships, and is much too proud to nccept
favors for which she cannot return full
measure.
Instead of being an expensive luxury,
she wishes to be a true friend, giving
ns much pleasure as she gets, and she
regard her friendships with men nut only
as a pleasure, but as an education and an
experience, and (contrary to some
opinions) not as a pathway that. If suc
cessfully and diplomatically trodden, leads
to the Inevitable altar. Her outlook Is
broadened and her mind entertained
through masculine companionship, and
the mun, on me oiner nanu, nnns that he,
too, gains both pleasure and i rortt from
the friendship.
Ho discovers tho mind of his woman
friend, if she bo clever and interesting
to be at once more complex and more
incomprehensible than that of his ordi
nary male companion, et the one friend
ship does not in the least exclude the
other, for the friendship between men
and men must nlwavs differ from the
friendship between men and women the
latter admitting certain reserves, certain
unexpected surprises, and always and
ever a certain curious charm of freshness
not usually to be found in the former
MtbfcteJa
MISS A. MORGAN IN FRANCE
Miss Elsie de Wolfe With Late Tirian
cler'a Daughter nt Dlnrritz.
NEW YORK, Sept 16. Blsle De Wolfe,
actress, In writing to a friend In this
city, say that Miss Anne Morgan,
daughter of the late J. P. Morgan, l
staying at Blarrlti, France, with Miss
Elizabeth Marbury.
MIsb De Wolfe says she was motoring
from Avignon to Spain when the war
broke out She reached Blarrltg on
August IS and two weeks later she was
Joined by Miss Morgan and Miss Mar
bury. BLOUSES RETAIN
HOLD ON FASHION
DESPITE CRITICISM
FINANCIAL REVERSES
FORCE ELLEN ADAIR
TO LEAVE HER HOME
New Basque Is but a First
Cousin American Mod
istes Will Have Oppor
tunity to Show Skill.
Once In so often the rumor Is hinted
abroad that tho separate blouso Is con
demned to denth, fashionable death, that
Is. But It reappears quite brazenly and in
Irresistibly tomptlng guise. Before the
season e over we will perhaps tiro of
the basque, for even the blouse Is tarred
slightly with tho same brush. It Is al
tered or modified, but there Is at least a
suggestion of It In many that nro de
signed of tho heavier materials.
The illustration shows a blouso of
molro, cut with tho kimono shoulder and
the new ouff that comes down ovor the
hand almost to the fingers. This cuff Is
the last word of tho modiste, at present,
nnd whll It may bo shaped In various
ways, left open or closed, It must bo
not only long hut very long, Indeed,
Tho blouse Is finished with a sailor col
lar at the throat, and the vest and girdle
nie cut In one piece and fitted snugly
to glvo tho basque effect. The vest but
tons noticeably higher than thoto we have
been wearing! It would seem almost as
If tho higher the fastening the smarter
the effect,
This argues a gradual disappearance of
the chain and beads, often of such bar
baric color and splendor, and a reappear
ance of smart little bows and neckties,
of the kind that wero high favorites a
few years ngo. Hore, there Is neither
bow nor tie, Just buttons, but beautifully
cut jot buttons that are very decorative
on a delicate color. Tho buttons are also
used on the cufts where they hold the
pointed ends of the cuffs In position
against the sleeve Itself.
There Is something essentially French
nbout the use of Jet for this purpose. The
blouse la trimmed with its own material
for both collar and cuffs, and it needs
just the dnrlng touch that the glistening
black buttons give.
It Is nn artistic touch, for when all Is
said and done the French modistes are
artists where color Is concerned.
Just what effect the war will have In
giving American designers an opportun
ity to cieate fashions after their own
style and taste will perhaps depend on
how long tho war lasts. Certainly they
have never had a fair chance, for the
public demand is for Frrncli fashions In
clothes and millinery.
Tt Is not a matter of fad or fancy, nor
a lack of patriotism. American artistes
have yot to prove themselves when It
comes to a really fine feeling for color.
In this respect It can certainly be ad
mitted still, that "they do those things
better In France."
Death
Her
of Mother
Makes
an Orphan WiUn,.
Friends Pictures Amer
ica as Land of Promise.
WHEN JONES SUBSIDED
A well-known illustrator, who makes In
teresting Western pictures, once made
the acquaintance of n noisy but good
humored cowboy, who rejoiced In the ap
pellation of "Hollering Jones."
In physical appearance this man was
typical of his kind, and the artist made
several studies of him, both in icpose and
In his favorite diversion of "hollering."
Some of the studies were sold by tho
arfist to an Eastern magazine They
showed JoneB In his most violent state.
A year later the artist ngaln visited the
region. He was soon approached by Mr.
Jones himself, bearing one of the pic
tures, which ho had torn from the maga
zine In which it was printed. Pointing to
it, he asked:
Is that me?"
"Well," replied the attist, evasively, "I
got the general Idea from you, of course,
but"
"Oh, I ain't tikln' no offense." Jones
made hasto to say. "It's all right; only
If It's me, say so."
"If you put It to me that way," said
the artist, "I can only reply that It Is a
fairly good portrait of you."
"The men here on the ranch agree with
you. So I look like that when I holler,
do I?"
"I think you do."
"In that case," said Hollering Jones,
"atl I've got to say is that Hollering
Jones has hollored his last holler. Here
after, when I celebrates, I does so with
a tin horn In my opinion, no man has a
right to look like that not lound white
folks, anyhow." Youth's Companion.
II
The sorrows of youth are so often ir.
nored and jot, all, so pltlfull For It ,
only In youth that one really "touch.,
bottom"! It Is only in youth that th
blackest abysses of sorrow are gaugtd.
For In youth, and In youth only, tht
power to "feel" is nt Its keenest, and
this the oldor folka are alow to reil
Tho child sorrowing over her broken doll
-the little boy lamenting the death of
favorlto dog-the disastrous ending to a
young girl's love affair-why, ths ui.
vorse for tho nonce Is blotted out for
thesel The pain of It all would be to
gTeat, too overwhelming, were It not for
tho blessed twin capacity for Joy.
And I, Ellen Adnlr, alone In Amsrles
and without ono real friend In the world
can yet thank heaven for this cap&dtr'
for deep feeling. For the pendulum will
surely swing around and happiness on
day come to me ngnln. "Ellen, dar
child," my mother used to say, "nevW
grow hard and never gTow worldly. Anl
If sorrow comes, let It only servt ft
soften you. "
'""pSn- ' ""k ln 'Xm '' c,WLI!lfr '
And the anguish of the singer reik.i n,.
sweetness of the strain." ,h
" Dear mother, how lightly I listened U
your gentle mornllzlng-and how glji
would I listen now.
For the peaceful life In the English vil
lag had a sad and sudden ending, i
remember spring had como In a riot of
turbulent green, In wonderful stlrrinji
of wood and Held, ln tender upshoots-and
I-I had been strangely restless. The
young sap was rising In the trees, th
birds wero mating In the branches and
singing their hearts out ln a very ecsUcy
of joy. "Oh, to bo ln England, now- thu
April's therel No earthly artist could
?. SEe 'Palnt nn English spring,
time. Tho hodges were a mass of tender
green, tho thorn trees budding In a whits
profusion, and the sun glittered In a thou"
sand light on the dew-spangled gru,.
Oh, thoso dewy April mornings and my
young rebellious heart "More llfel Mot.
life I was crying to mvsolr in .
and cronlnir wn. "nr,, .....!. ,. "
and
Mv vnntl, Is ,-,..! ,
I have never llvml!" nnn m ,..
THE LAST COMPLIMENTS
I heard of the most perfect man-servant
In the world recently. He had waited
tlfty yeais upon an aged and crusty
IJaronet in his Indon lodgings, and his
servility and obsequiousness wero with
out bounds.
Presently, In the fashion of all sged
Baronets, our gouty and rheumatic ctank
died. His funeral hour being set and
given out, the attending clergyman sud
denly found himself unable to attend. In
haste he summoned the servant, and bade
him send out notice of the change in the
time of funeral ceremonies.
The old man thought a er lung time
Then he took up his pen and laboriously
indited many little notes Each one
read: "The master tends his compli
ments to you and says as how he won't
be buried till tomurrow evening at 5."
A RETROSPECTIVE SENTENCE
Justice Maule once addressed a phe
nomenon of Innocence in a smock-frock in
the following words: "Prisoner at the bar
your counsel thinks you Innocent. I think
you innocent; but a Jury of our own
countrymen. In the exercise of such com
mon Bense as they possess, which does
not appear to be much, have found ou
guilty, und it remains that I should pass
upon ou the sentence of the law. That
xentenee Is that jou be kept In Imprison
ment for one day, and, as that day was
yesterday, you may go about onr busl
iiess ' The unfortunate rustk rather
scared, went about his business but
thought that the law was an uncommonly
puzzling "thing." "'
FIRED
A well-known Judge often relieved his
Judicial wisdom with a touch of Tumor
One day. during the trial of a case llr
Ciunn was a witness In the box. and as
h hesitated a good deal and teemed 'un
willing, after much persistent questioning
to telwhat he knew, the Judge said Tto
him: 'Come. Mr. Uunn. don't hang flre '
After the examination had closed the bar
was convulsed by the Judge adding "Mr
Ounn you can go off, ou are discharged "
ache deepened with the Blnglng of th
iicoiittg Ui I licit
Two rival birds were courting their
lady-love on a neighboring tree, and ths
beauty of their song brought tears to
my eyes. "Lfa and love!" said I, "and
love Is the only thing that matters. AniJ
love, in this sleepy place, is passing mi
by, and with a dull heartache I walked
back to our cottage on the moor. Dul
oven there the birds were courting be
neath the gables and the dormer win
dows. To shut out their tender song I
hurried Indoors and seated myself ln our
little parlor. But opposite me on tht
wall was the same old theme, for there,
hung by a careful hand, was Watt's great
picture, and I gazed upon It for ths flrit
time with now and seeing eyes-"LoTi
and Life." and In the shelter of Love'i
wings Life rested.
I burled my head on the tabls to hut
SHm anJ tho tearB ran down m" cheeks.
Why, Ellen," said a gentle voice, "tell
me the trouble, dear," and mother stool
by my side. I could not speak, for word
wero futile to express the vague stlrrlnji
at my heart.
"Is It the artist man who was here lilt
summer?" snjd she. "He may come back
to us, Ellen. Do not weop bo, dear!"
And then into her kindly ear I poanl
my longings and my fears. It was not
any special love t w.nt.H , tnu. .
life together. And I told her of th
artist man's kind words, "Lire up
the hlghost nlwaya." I told her of ay
sudden rebellion at our narrow life an
of tho strange heart Btlrrlngs that tht
spring had awakened within me. I taUed
for an hour In my selfish absorption, and
then I caught sight of mother's face.
How thin and wan it looked; how deli
cately transparent! My heart smote rae.
Oh, mother, my place Is here with you!"
I cried. "You need me mostl" and for
the first time I noticed the frailty ef
her pretty figure and the droop of hr
slender shoulders.
"I may not need you long, dear Ellen,''
said she, "and thon love and life will
come and you will be free." And looklnr
ut her dear, thin face, I think the artlit's
words came true; my self-centrednen
fell from mo, my soul woke up, my soul
began to grow. I must never lose her,
that dear mother of mine; I would de
vote my life to her, and find happlnest,
elusive Blue Bird, In Its true place, at
home.
The spring slipped by and the daji
lengthened toward midsummer. An
June and the honeysuckle and the re"
came In triumphant. I thought th
clover In a neighboring field had nerir
smelled so sweet before. And then tts
sudden tragic ending came for mother
had been ailing since the coming of the
spring and one June evening the slender
cord gave way, and she quietly tipped
beyond the pala of earthly thlngi to
"where beyond these voices thera U
peace." I cannot talk about It yet: the
pain Is still too fresh, too new
And later, the pompous lawyer front
the nearest town arrived. "You hare
lived a curious, shut-In life," aald hs
me. "And, my dear young lady, your
poor mother has shown a strange lack of
business capacity. Kor her worldly-U
was sunk In a Bmall annuity, which M
now, of course, terminated at her death.
And I find your cottage mortgaged !!'
you no relatives, no Intimate friends?'
I racked my puzzled brains-awl
shamefacedly confessed that, beyond the
vicar and the parish doctor, we had
friends.
"Hut, my dear joung lady." said the
pompous llttlo lawyer, "your financial
position is now a serious one. I w";
inform you that even this cottage vrill
pass out of your hands for your mother,
although not In debt to any of the low
tradespeople, has borrowed from a flrW
In town And ou are practlcalb penni
less Have ou really no relatives ?'
"My muther's brother in America is "
only one I ever knew," said I
"And him I have not seen for ea
ears. I was at boarding school In l-a'
don then, and he came over from P1
Uelphia to Kugland on a business trip
Wt spent a day together at the Zoo ni
dined at Itomano's. It was a red-le""
day for me, I remember'"
"You had better advise him Uniat'
dlately of your awkward position iw
child." said the little lawyer luy
worldly-all conslsta of a ten-pound no
In the local savings bank." und he
parted.
And slowly I resolved upon i-"0
slowly my determination grew Not W
would I write to this uncle of m"i'
across the seas, but I, Ellen Ad""'
quest of adventure and In quest ot I1"'
would set forth to seek him "'',
Across the seas I pictured America. "
Land of Promlie, the El Dorado of a
terprUlng youth.
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