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There was the girl again! Billy
fhornton frowned at her sudden en-
france into the car—not that there was
anything about the fresh, interested
countenance to call forth a masculine
frown. Jane Wilder was exactly the
opposite kind of girl. But Billy never
bad met her and was more anxious to
goeet her than for anything else in the
world, and, though she was always ap-
pearing in most unexpected places in
Rf delightfully disturbing manner, still
she, the ideal, remained as far distant
as some beautiful, wonderful star.
“How,” mused Billy to himself—
“how in the world could the propet
meeting be brought about?” Some-
times he was pleased to fancy a re-
sponsive interest in the girl’s glance of
quickly veiled recognition in their sev-
eral encounters. “How—oh, how?"
“So glad to see you, dearie,” mur-
mured an old lady, bending over his
divinity from the seat behind. “You
are on your way to the child welfare
meeting, of course. How busy you
keep yourself with everything of an
uplifting nature! I don’t see how you
do it.”
The girl laughed as she turned around.
Billy's heart thumped in sympathy
with the clear joyousness of the sound.
Never had he heard her voice or laugh
before, and in nothing was she disap-
pointing. Recklessly he allowed the
windows of his office, where Braydon
was waiting to see him upon an impor-
fam commission, to fade into distance.
He would sit here inf this geat until the
lz! left the car,
& “Oh, I am not voluntarily busy,” she
answered the old lady, “just drawn
inte the work 1 by my friends. Meetings
«are all this wor you know—eévenings
for the men. We must interest voters.
Lillis is one of the ushers, so it was
she who solicited my aid, fhe dealt of
our old college being tonight's speaker,”
“I would like to go,” the old lady re-
sponded. Eagerly the girl fumbled in
her purse, “So sorry,” she said a
length. “lI have no more tickets, and
admissién is all by ticket invitation.”
She jumped to her feet. “My cor-
ner!” ghe cried. “Goodby, Mrs. West.”
at was then that Billy heard the cov-
eted name,
Billy smiled:in the direction of the on-
coming little figure.
“Waiting,” he said. Miss Jane Wil
der’'s gaze was entirely impersonal.
Silently she accepted and read his
ticket; then ‘‘Oh!” she breathed.
Vaguely troubled. he glanced down at
the golden head. Surprise, disappoint-
ment—wha¢ was it that showed for a
moment in the gyes upraised to hig?
“This way,” she said, and Billy fol-
lowed her down the aisle. But at the
choice seat designated the Stout over-
Seeing usher reappeared.
“Must be some mistake,” she argued
loudly. “This section reserved for ush-
ers and their husbands cenly. Let me
see your ticket.” Billy was about to
apologize and withdraw—other fortu-
nate possessors of nearby seats inter-
estedly watched the outcome—when his
director's voice sounded distinctly.
“It’s all right, Mrs. Sayles,” she said.
“The ticket reads, ‘Mr. and Mrs. Jack
Maynard.’ Mrs. Maynard is not here
this evening, but she ushered at this
afternoon’s meeting.”
Before Billy could collect his senses,
before he could deny to the one girl in
all the world this fatal imputation, the
two white clad women, whispering.
moved away together. And to this end
bad his scheming led him. The girl
whose love he craved was now, through
a senseless mistake, removed from him
forever. Henceforth he was in her
eyes but the wedded husband of a cer-
tain Mrs. Jack Maynard. Why hadn't
he glanced at the confounded ticket in-
stead of rushing with it like a fool?
Despairingly Billy looked about, after
the oration, if here he might still find
one friend, perhaps also of her ac-
quaintance, but all were strangers, not
one familiar face. Broodingly he made
his way to the door. Out in the vesti-
bule he lingered to throw on his coat,
and presently from a merry, chattering
throng she made her way to him.
The wonder of her sudden presence
there at his side, the smile that was
unmistakably for him, held him for
the moment speechless.
“1 hope the evening has been a pleas.
ant one,” she said and held out her
hand. Billy saw that the hand was
extending to him a small white enve-
lope and took §f. Then his dream
abruptly ended.
“A ticket for the mothers’ meeting
tomorrow, Mr.” Maynard,” she said.
“Please give it to your wife,”
Before his denying lips could even
form a reply she had vanished. It was
jlo, grouchy Billy Thornton
om hig wall friend found in the office
the next day.
“Enjoy- the uplift meeting?” Braydon
casually Inquired,
“The deuce!” answered Billy.
“Ag to that Miss Wilder,” the friend
went ot, “Happen to know people
who in turn know her. Take you over
t6 meet her if you like.”
“Goodby, Jane Wilder,” said the old
adr,
{ ¥ ‘Jane Wilder.” Mentally he echoed
‘ the name. “It was like her somehow.”
To him it sounded quaint and sweet.
He was planning as he brushed through
the crowd in the streets to obtain tick-
ets in some manner for that evening's
“welfare” meeting. It would be in the
auditorium, of course, and she had
said by invitation only. He remem-
bered reading an account of the affair
in the papers. Former pupils of the
college represented by the speaker
were to act as ushers. Surely one
might speak to an usher, and surely
one might select one’s particular usher.
Billy began to whistle.
The low but merry tune seemed to
annoy rather than cheer the tall young
man who swung impatiently about in
Billy’s pet office chair.
“Great Scott,” Braydon ejaculated in
greeting, “you come in more than thir-
ty minutes late and happy as a May
day! I went without my own lunch in
order to get over here on time, while
you’'—
“Say,” remarked Billy absently,
“where can a fellow get tickets for to-
night’s child welfare meeting?”
Braydon’s feet came to the floor with
a bang. “What's the matter with you,
Thornton 7” he asked.
Billy waved the question impatiently
aside. “Where can I get them?” he in-
sisted.
“How the dickens do I know?’ the
man replied. Suddenly be glanced at
Billy's eager face. “Why this unusual
interest in a strange cause?’ he asked.
Deliberately Billy seated himself in
an opposite chair. “There is a girl,”
he answered seriously, “whom I am
very anxious to meet. She will be
there tonight. Among that old college
crowd we must have mutual acquaint-
ances. If you can direct me to any one
who might possibly have a spare ticket
of invitation I'd be obliged. That's all.”
His friend considered. ‘Why, there's
Jack Maynard,” he said. “His wife
was a student at that college. Tl
speak to him. Before we get down to !
business, what's the name of this girl,
~ Billy? Might know her myself.”
Thornton’s eyes took on their previ-
ous reminiscent gleam. “Wilder,” he
repeated softly—‘Jane Wilder.”
In the desperate hope of hearing from
Jack Maynard he lingered in the of-
fice long past closing time and at last
was rewarded by the appearance of a
messenger bearing an envelope marked,
with the date, “Ticket to auditorium
meeting.” Billy's sinking spirits soared
to their highest level.
ing he
that evening
time for dinner.
be crowded.
For a moment as he waited in the
entrance Billy’ 8 eyes roved excitedly
among the v owned tiers of ush-
ers. Then at 1 th | he Api ied her. She
with ber un-
There was not much
ing hats
yes. she
him. A ratl
out her hand
sMceket, pls € den led. But
Billy’s grouch evaporated. “To-
night?” he asked cricply,
“Tonight,” vetted Bray don.
Billy banged down the cover of his
desk in a spirit of ¥oy©1l anticipation.
In ten minutes he Luld explain all
to her. And after that—well, if he
didn’t win out in the old game of love
it would not be because With all his
heart and soul he had not tried. He
wished that Braydon would refrain
from entering into that. old business
problem on the way to the house where
he was to meet her. He wanted to go
over in his mind the things that he
would say,
Before he realized it they were in the
brilliantly lighted reception room and
he was bowing before a sweet faced
woman presented as Mrs. Jack May-
nard, who immediately, taking Billy in
charge, led him to a girlish figure at
the farther end of the room.
“Miss Wilder,” she announced rather
absently and hurried back to his friend.
The “one girl” smiled up at him.
“We are not quite strangers,” she
said, “but I am afraid you forgot te
give the ticket to Mrs. Maynard. She
was absent, I noticed, from the after-
noon meeting, and you’—
“Miss Wilder”—it was the interrupt-
ing voice of Braydon—‘‘come here just
a moment, please, to settle a dispute.”
Billy savagely ground his heel on the
rug as others came to claim the girl's
attention, keeping ber from him. When
was this silly affair to be straightened?
Where was the real Jack Maynard?
Interminably the evening dragged
and na opportunity for a further word
with the giri of his dreams. In her
eyes lie was now no doubt just the un-
interesting husband of her hostess,
while in his eves—Billy rapturously
caught his breath as he looked at her—
she grew each moment fairer.
In sudden determination he crossed
to where she sat before the piano.
“I want to talk to you,” he said.
The girl's fingers rested upon the
keys. Half turning, she looked up at
him.
“I—I'm not Jack Maynard,” Billy
Blurted out desperately, “and I'm not
married. It was a confounded—I beg
your pardon—only a borrowed ticket.”
The laughing challenge of her eyes
gave him sudden courage. “I have
wanted—no, that's not the word—l
have desired above all’ things for
months to meet you,” he went on, then
paused. His eyes were saying more.
“My name is Thornton,” he ended ab-
ruptly—*William Thornton.”
! Fore
Miss Jane Wilder arose and stood be-
| fore him. “I know it,” she said quiet-
That veryeven- 1, “and I knew it all along. Back
i
should see her again at least— | there at church that day a friend point-
{ed you out to me. Yesterday when
The auditorium would | Jack Maynard asked for a ticket for -
you to the meeting it was I who sug-
i gested that he lend you his.” She
laughed softly. “It was wicked of me
{to pretend,” she admitted—*“wicked,
{ but—it did not take you so long to
{ bring this”—she paused and held out
i her hand—“about.”
hand;
into Sy fa
happily he sighed
Billy.
SELLING AS AN ART.
The Road to Success, and the Reason
Some Salesmen Fail,
In a story about a wonderful sales-
man a writer says in the American
Magazine:
“Asked for his views on salesman-
ship and to give suggestions that
would be helpful to others, he said:
‘Any person can sell to any man who
wants to buy, but it takes a salesman
to sell to the man whe doesn’t want to
buy. It took me five months in one
case to work my way into the confi-
dence of a wealthy man who hated life
insurance agents, and we had been ac-
quainted a month before he discovered
that I was selling insurance. He later
had me write him up for a $10,000
policy.
“ ‘A salesman should know his goods
forward and backward, know human
nature like he knows the alphabet and
not lie. Self confidence, which is in-
dispensable to success, results from
exact knowledge of what you are of-
fering to sell and knowledge of your
prospect. ;
“ ‘Salesmen sometimes fail because
they have a set way of dealing with
all kinds of people. That will never
do.- They should learn to adapt them-
selves to all sorts and conditions of
men and women. Use an easy conver-
sational tone. Be natural. Don’t get
excited or talk loud. Make strong,
positive assertions about your goods.
You must be absolutely certain. that
the article you are selling is the very
best on earth. Then stop talking be-
fore you kill the sale by talking too
much.’ ”
GRAVEDIGGER BEETLES.
These Queer Insects Have a Remark-
able Sense of Smell.
When an animal dies in a garden or
in the woods and decomposition be-
gins carrion bugs come from far and
near. A dead bird, a mouse or a harm-
less snake wantonly killed by some
wanderer provides a banquet for hun-
dreds of insects. Among these the
“gravediggers’” are found, embracing
forty-three species, twelve of whichy
are found in Europe, the rest in Amer-'
ica.
You can identify these beetles, says
the Popular Science Monthly, by the:
two jagged yellowish red or reddish.
transy erse bands upon their black:
wing &Vers, Their scientific mame,
necrophorus, means no more than
“buriers of the dead.” As undertakers
the insects have legs especially adapt-
ed for digring.
A gravedigger beetle hag 2 most ex-
traordinaty gensé of Jans PS can
detect the peculiar odor of decomposi-
tion a long distance away and flies to
the dead thing as straight as an ar-
row. His remarkably keen nose is sit-
uated in his clublike feelers.
As a rule several gravediggers are:
under it and scratch the support
earth away, so that thé body soon lies’
in a hollow. Gradually the body is
lowered until it sinks below the sur-
face. Then it i§ covered with earth.
The female lays her eggs around the
interred form, thus insuring for the
newly hatched larvae a plentiful food
supply.
Emeralds and Beryls.
There is no decline in the vogue of
the emerald, using the word not in the
generic sense of the trade, but for a
beryl of the accepted green emerald
hue. Fine specimens always cause a
flutter in the auction room, for the
very good reason that those are ex-
tremely rare. Perfect stones are as
costly as fine rubies and, of course,
much more so relatively than dia-
monds.
The Duke of Devonshire owns what
is believed to be the largest and near-
est faultlessness in existence, and it
came from Nuzo, in Colombia, the main
source of modern examples.” The an-
cient emeralds of great magnitude we
read of were probably not beryls at all,
and, indeed, “oriental emerald” is the
designation of the green corundum.—
London Chronicle.
How to Begin the Day.
Begin the morning by saying to thy-
self: I shall meet this day with the
busybody, the ungrateful, the arrogant,
deceitful, envious, unsocial. All these
things happen to them by reason of
their ignorance of what is good and
of the good that it is beautiful and of
the bad that it is ugly, cannot be injured
by any of them.—Marcus Aurelius.
Doesn't Always Work.
“Pake my advice,” said the man who
has a great deal of litigation. “Do any-
thing rather than go into court.”
“1 tried that once, and it taught me
a lesson.”
“How 80?”
“J was given a stiff fine for resisting
an officer.”—Birmingham Age-Herald.
Asmodeus.
Asmodeus is an evil genius or de-
mon. In the apocryphal book of Tobit
he is represented as slaying the seven
husbands of Sarah, In the Talmud he
is described as the prince of demons
and is said to have driven Solomon
from his kingdom.
Delicately Put.
“I do hope you appreciate that in
marrying my dau ghter you marry a
large hearted girl.’
“1. do, sir. An
those qualities from
ing Show.
1 hope she inherits
) ither.”—Pass
¢ ry the Bible were
men during a
The SINtySiE !
written by about forty
period of 1,600 ysars
True n 5 like a river-
is the it-makes.
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found near a dead body. They crawl’
‘of recent bereavement.
evil. But I, who have seen the nature |
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Driving It Home]
Let us drive home to you
the fact that no washwo-
man can wash clothes in
as sanitary a manner as
that in which the work is
done at our laundry.
We use much more water,
change the water many
more times, use purer and
more costly soap, and keep
all the clothes in constant
motion during the entire
process. :
It is simply a matter of having
proper facilities.
eyerside Steam . Laundry
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Sailors’ Signs.
Strange signs frequently hang from
‘ships which puzzle even dwellers in
seaport towns. A basket slung from
the mainmast head is a sailor’s sign to
‘notify that the cargo has been loaded
or discharged, as the case may be, and
that the ship is ready to start on her
next trip.
A generally mysterious emblem is a
broom lashed to a mainmast or bridge
railing. This is to signify that the ves-
sel is for sale.
Occasionally a dark blue stripe may
be seen running fore and aft on a ves-
sel. As a matter of fact, this is a sign
Blue is the
sailor's mourning, and the stripe of
this color takes the place of the black
margin or band used by the landsman
as a notification of death.—Exchange.
The Sundial.
The sundial is an instrument of great
antiquity, for it is referred to in the
Bible (Isaiah xxxviii, 8), and it has
been estimated that the date of this
sundial would be about 700 years be-
fore the beginning of the Christian era.
The first sundial of which history dis-
tinctly tells us is that of the Chaldean
astronomer who probably
lived about 300 B. C. .
' Then and for many years afterward
the art of constructing sundials to suit
any place and situation was an impor-
| tant branch of mathematical study.
The sundial as invented by this Be-
rossus remained in use for many centu-
ries, four of these having been found in
Italy in modern times. One which was
discovered at Tivoli in 1746 is believed
| by sone to have belonged to Cicero,
Srossns,
Very Funny.
Tommy—Do you -go
early, Mrs. Peck?
Mrs. Peck—Yes,
—when 1 feel tired.
“You wouldn't go so early if you
were married to my father, would
you?”
“Oh, Tommy, you funny boy!
not?”
“Cause my father told mother that
to bed very
Tommy, sometimes
Why
you sit up!”—Exchange.
Mean Comment.
@Grace—Don’t tell anybody for the
world. See this ring? George slipped
#¢ on my finger last night. Ethel—
Yes, it’s nice looking, but it will make
& black circle round your finger before
you've worn it a week. It did on
mine.—London Tit-Bits.
The Jury.
Oltizen— What possible exeuse did
you fellows have for acquitting tha
murderer? J an—Insanity. Citi
gen—What! T hole twelve of you
That brisk, lively tang of a “Bull” Durham ciga-
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the swing of the stroke-oar on the winning crew. You
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loafingon a kt
your tent flaj
lupines and
distant snow
want to sing
and steamin
gathering as
reluctant to
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werid at its
camp tired a
bear with o1
ing bear stc
_ birdlike calls
to smell the
the balsams,
tinkle of litt
the snowfiel
blush on He
come slowly
of the divide
spoil you for
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siren song in
violets;- and
have heard!
happy again
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comparativel
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and falcons
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now sixty-siz
years it belo
hotel at Bric
one years ag
present own
Lachlan say:
well and as ;
as it ever did
its age.
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They were
ties of nam
said:
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queer name, |
did she get t
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woman's mic
she is either
—London Ms
“I know a
ful in busine
ers know hi
chiefly hot a:
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then?”
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—Baltimore
§
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lays an egg ¢
“T guess he
“Proud is 1
man, he has .
made of b
Age-Herald.
The citherr
sembling the
Maccabees |
Chaldeans,
into Palestir
their return
tivity.
He (Just t
you think o1
ghould prefe:
sspne to you.
“What is a
“A man Ww
the hsck of a