OVERWORKED.
Was it somebody’s baby she wanted to
praise? :
A bull dog or anything active?
The best selling book? Or a Tiffany
vase— :
No matter! She called it aE
“Attractive.
A bedstead—a ball dress—a luncheon re-
fined :
A quarrel—a romance—a chair—
A public reception—in fact, any kind—
She dubbed everyone Au ARTE
I met but this day a man just from the
sea, !
Who had been round the world with
: his wife, ;
And Reggie, who'd been to a five o'clock
ea,
And. for each, ‘twas Las gE
“Phe Time of his life.
Ah, the deer old acquaintances mem’ry
enshrines,
So elastic! though used overmuch,
That frayed ‘‘sense of humor, along
. same hina o's RIWLTS :
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In the talk of society, school, or the shop
Of clerk, demagogue, politician.
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And we're “up against’ this =
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Traversy gave a start of surprise as
he saw Elinor cross the street, and
made a movement to join her, but
paused as a little girl timidly touched
her gown, upholding a basket of vic-
lets.
“Please buy,” she begged sweetly.
With an impatient, disdainful glance
Elinor shook off the detaining hand
and entered her carriage. Traversy
saw hope fade from the little trusting
face, and then flash out again as a tall,
graceful girl stepped to her side, lifted
the child gently in her strong arms
and kissed the quivering lips.
“I will buy your violets, little one,”
she said, kindly.
A trifling scene upon which to hinge
a man’s destiny, and yet - Traversy
found himself wishing with a wholly
disproportionate bitterness that it had
been the woman whom he had wished
to make his wife, rather than the beau-
tiful stranger, who had brightened the
wistful little face. He allowed the
incident to cause him only a moment-
ary pang. She had perhaps been pre-
occupied and not noticed. And yet,
now and then during the day, he found
the fresh, fair face of the stranger
flashing before him, and permitted
himself to dwell upon its rare com-
passionate beauty.
It had only been lately that the sun
of prosperity had shone upon Traversy.
His life had been singularly sad and
lonely. He had been awaiting the ap-
portunity to tell Elinor his shadowed
past, and ask her to brighten the fu-
ture by the radiance of her presence,
but something had always kept the
story back from his lips. He shrank
from, forcing a cloud into her bright,
joyous life, yet had longed for a wo-
nk sympathy, even if it were only
for 4 past which was dead. He decided
to test her love and compassion’ at
once. He had much to offer her. He
was eager to find all in her which he
sought, anxious to make every allow-
ance for her surface lightness if it con-
cealed a woman’s warm heart.
She greeted him brightly, and he
marvelled anew at her fresh, radiant
loveliness. When at length his oppor-
tunity came, he told her brokenly of
the past. She listened for a few mo-
ments with impatience.
“I hate gloom,” she cried. “Let us
sweep away the cobwebs: Come, I will
sing to you.”
Traversy' stood very still, then
moved to her side and watched her as
she sang with intense wistfulness. As
the rare, rich tones filled the room
with their underlying suggestion of
tenderness and pathos, his heart soft-
ened toward her once more, and he was
willing to blame himself for having
perhaps chosen an inopportune mo-
ment for his confidence.
During the days which followed,
Traversy felt strangely alone. The
world seemed to have lost much of its
color, and he found the time when he
could ask Elinor to be his wife becom-
ing singularly remote and unconvinc-
ing. She still remained supreme in his
thoughts, yet it was as if some insur-
mountable barrier were slowly rising
between them. They met one evening
at a musical, and although he sought
to force himself with his old spon-
taneous attitude toward her, he felt a
constraint, and while his eyes met hers
with a steady light, he could not ex-
perience the same glow of intimacy.
She had motioned him to the vacant
chair by her side and he sank into it
mechanically, allowing his eyes to
wander from her about the assembly.
Suddenly his gaze encountered two
dark gray eyes and he recognized in-
stantly the beautiful girl who had
purchased the child’s violets. He saw
Elinor start slightly and bow with
a cool, distant haughtiness.
“Who is she?’ Traversy
eagerly. E
Elinor flashed a quick glance of cold
surprise at his question.
“Norma Williams,” she
briefly.
inquired
“She used to be very prom-
answered
inent here in society—but of course no
one invites her now.”
The words jarred upon Traversy’s
finer sense and he felt the barrier
slowly rising.
“Why?” he demanded brusquely.
“The failure of her father simply
beggared them,” she explained care-
lessly.
“Will you present me?’ he
with low gravity.
Elinor flushed with displeasure, but
complied with his request.
Traversy never knew just how that
evening passed. He felt enveloped by
the pure, thoughtful radiance of the
dark grey eyes, and found himself mar-
velling at the depth of character por-
trayed by a soft, flexible voice. Norma's
face was swept by varying and deep
emotions as they conversed upon im-
personal things, and Traversy discov-
ered himself telling her with a spon-
taneous confidence many plans for his
future.
When, at the close of the evening,
they joined Elinor, her haughty gaze
swept past Norma and rested with
perturbed questioning upon Traversy.
asked
“I am quite ready to go,” she said,
smothered reproach in her low tone.
He turned with obvious reluctance
from Norma's side and moved with
Elinor to her carriage, then bowed
with courteous aloofness, as he opened
the door.
“But you are coming—" she falter-
ed with unexpected humility.
“I think not,” he answered kindly.
‘But why?” she flashed out with im=-
patient earnestness. Then she paused,
breathless with mortification, as the
full significance of his attitude burst
upon her, and at his quick recoil be-
fore the spontaneous confession con-
veyed by her eagerness. Then, as the
carriage door closed between them,
Elinor shrank back with a sharp cry
of vain regret. Her woman’s intuition
had grasped his estimate of her super-
ficial nature.
Traversy waited the conventional
length of time, then eagerly availed
himself of Norma's permission to call.
Before the evening closed he had told
her the sad, sacred story of his life.
He watched the gravely eloquent face
and tear dimmed eyes with which she
listened, and felt his heart glow and
stretch out toward her.
“How you have suffered,” she whis-
pered with a quick breath. “But you
have been brave, so very brave.” Then
she paused, timidly and raised her eyes
irankly to his. “I wish that I might
have been able to help you. But it’s
over now,” she went on softly, “and
you have every opportunity to be very
happy.”
“Yes,” he cried joyously, with a full,
complete understanding. “I have in-
deed.”
It was too soon to pour out the
words which sprang to his lips, but
he stored them in the deep recesses of
his heart until their companionship
should ripen, ‘and contented himself
by watching the sweet upturned face.
—Boston Post.
THE MIRROR BABY CRIED.
And That Seemed to Have a Reform-
ing Effect on the Real Child.
“It cannot be a new way to attempt
to quiet a crying baby,” said the
young man, who couldn’t be expected
to know a great deal about children,
“but it certainly was effective.
“The child was sitting up in a car-
riage red faced and bawling, with its
mouth wide open and tears streaming
out of the corners of its eyes. The
nurse was making unavailing efforts
to quiet the infant as she wheeled it
along.
“At a corner there was a store that
had a square post in one corner of the
show window. The sides of this post
were covered with looking glass.
“The nurse wheeled the carriage up
close to the window and the baby,
stiil howling, got a glimpse or the
image of its angry faced, wailing self
in the looking glass. The effect was
marvelous. The child stopped crying
at once and surveyed the glass with
an ai ralmost of being ashamed. Then
it broke into a smile, and when the
looking glass child also laughed it
waved a tiny mittened fist and was
borne away, chuckling.
“This, of course, can be explained
on scientific grounds as being only a
manifestation of curiosity on the part
of the child, but the suddenness of the
reform instituted by the mirror was
impressive to those who saw it.’—
New York Sun.
Light on Domestic Problem.
Polish and Slavie girls prefer scrub-
ing in restaurants for $5 or $6 a week,
which gives them a miserable exist-
ence in Polishtown, to $3 or $4 a
week in addition to a good home in
a private family with its long and
indefinite hours and Sunday work
would interfere with their social pleas-
ures and aspirations. :
Domestic work puts a damper upon
their ambition to marry as quickly as
possible by throwing them out of the
society of their equals, by taking
away their Sundays and by curtail
ing the number of balls and dances
they attend and the appointments re-
sulting therefrom.—The Survey.
Eighty-seven in every hundred Ca:
nadian farmers own their own farms
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AGED EX-EMPRESS EUGENIE.
She has just announced the completion of her memoirs, which will be
published after her death. They are expected to create a sensation.
Holder For Cuffs.
The length of coat or shirt sleeve
makes little difference in the set of
a cuff that is held in place by the
holder invented by a California man.
The holder is .a metal plate with a
slot in it just large enough for the
shank of a sleeve button to pass
through. At one end is an enlarged
space to admit the head of the but-
ton, and it is equipped. with a slid-
apie ember which can be adjusted
at any point to engage the button and
hold the whole affair firmly. The
other end of the holder can be at-
tached to the cuff proper. As will be
readily understood, a cuff fastened to
the shirt with this device may be
adjusted to any point on the wrist,
so that the length of the short coat
sleeve can be made to look not quite
so short by keeping the cuff from pro-
truding too far below it, and thus
calling attention to the discrepancy.
—Washington Star.
The French Seeker of the South Pole,
Dr. Charcot has been for many
months in the Antarctic, and is ex-
pected by the French to reach the
southernmost extremity of the globe,
although the English say he cannot
possibly do so. :
Why Protect the Bee Martin?
One of the protected birds is the
bee martin, or kingbird. Bee raisers
are at a loss to understand why it
should be protected in a bee country,
because it makes terrific inroads on
the swarms. Captain Dixon, of
Flushing, lives next to a man who has
a hive of bees. He told Tip recently
of the work of one martin. The cap-
tain, who was sitting on his side
porch, noticed that the bees seemed
unduly excited. Suddenly a bee mar-
tin swooped down, caught one of the
little honey-makers, flew to a neigh-
boring telephone pole and ate it.
That was repeated many times, the
captain keeping tabs. The count
showed that in the course of one
short afternoon the martin caught
and ate more than fifty of the bees.—
New York Press.
Washboard Improvement.
The washboard appears in a new
form in an invention which has re-
cently been perfected in the shape of
a washing machine without any of
the usual mechanism of levers and
wheels. It consists of but two parts
working together and the clothes be-
tween, and is designed particularly
for use in stationary washtubs, but
is equally serviceable in portable
tubs. With the water on a level with
the base, the soaped pieces are spread
thereon when, with the addition of
an inch or two or boiling water, the
‘segmental rubber is oscillated back
and forth twenty or thirty times.
This action forces the water and soap
or other alkaline ingredients through
the interstices of the goods. It is
said to be especially serviceable in
large pieces such as blankets, cur-
tains, rugs, etc. When operated in
stationary tubs there is the added
convenience of hot and cold water,
and the discharge of waste without,
carrying the water, and as the two .
parts may be left in the tub after use,
ington Star. 3
Food For the Gods. 1
“That girl must think I'm made of
money.”
‘“What’s the matter?”
“I invited her to a little lunch after
the theatre and I'll be hanged if she
didn’t order pork chops.”—-Detroit
Free Press.
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Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont gave away
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The great Lick telescope will pick
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In discussing the problem of the as-
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the efficiency of the institutions, both
present and future, for it must not
be forgotten that the highest ranks
must be recruited from time to time
from men whose development has
necessarily been limited by the condi:
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