I COMKADE I \LOVE : t By IZOLA L. FORRLSTER ♦ $ t Cbpi<> I'U T. C. McClurt ♦ She was working when he knocked and merely called, "Come in!" "I thought it was only you," she add ed, with a smile aiid a nod of welcome over her shoulder. "Isn't It a dream of a day? You are about five and u half minutes too late. Muh just went for a park tramp with her pockets full of cake for the squirrels and her heart full of love for all the world, especially the springy world. Goodby." "But I'm not going, thank you." he answered, laughing down at her. He drew up his favorite chair deliberate ly, the deep, lounging one, and seated himself beside her desk. The window was open, and a little Uookwood jar In soft greens and bronze brown's stood upon the sill, holding a cluster of daffodils. There was a mass of scattered manuscript spread over the desk, ami her eyes looked tired with forced thought. The breeze from the window half blow n her hair into a fluffy, careless state, unlike its usual businesslike primness, and there were ink blots on ber second linger. I'm going to stay here awhile," he said "And 1 ('.ou't give a rap for your ladyship's pei; . ssion. I have come to have a talk with you." She looked at him amusedly. Tl<i hsvl plck< I up h"r blue pencil and was nia:K rig stars on the back of the man i.s. rl] t with It. S > serious? Let's see." She laid dowu her pen resignedly. "Truax doesn't like the last effort of the mighty mind. Not up to the Burton standard It's not wise to play ping pong with your public, Dick. If they like your cream puffs and chocolate eclalres never try to give them the doughnuts and brown bread of real ism. Is that it? Or were the last roy alties below par? Or has Mab been teasing you, or what?" He was not smiling now. There was a new earnestness in his eyes as he bent suddenly toward her. "Comrade," lie said, "aui I good enough to ask the woman I love to marry me?" It was very quiet In the large, restful studio apartment. The tap of horses hoofs on the pavement far below float T T T r W- I ' I! ir Mo I S a "lU i uooi> ENOUGH ro ASK the WOMAN I LOVE TO MAKKV ME?" ed up to them faintly, and there was a rustle as the wind stirred the leaves of paper on the de*k. She was still smil ing, but her head was turned to the window and the yellow daffodils and blue sky beyond. Sbe was glad she was strong and had known all along that this must surely come. It was right too. .She was glad for Mab, Mab In her glorious youth, who had swept into her life with the Joy and promise of the springtime and had put new zest and hope in her by the very force of her ambition and confidence In all things. And it was good that these two should marry, and the man who had been her friend and comrade so long— no long There wete the tir-t days of her struggles, when she had met him haphazard. He was already one known aud sought after even then, and he had smiled dowu at her. the frank, bright smile she had grown to look for, and told her to make a good tight and win out. She was sure to In the end. Only the weak ones fell on the line of march. Then when success begun to come slowly ami she felt the foothold of surety beneath ber feet his had been the first voice of congratulation to reach her and still urge her higher It was n matter of years. She was thirty now He must be nearly forty. She I thought of Mab at eighteen and won dered If she could ever know and ap preciate the value of the man who loved her, who was willing to lay the strength and honor of his life's success at ber feet. She knew him so well and had come to understand she was so necessary to him in his work that her voice was the first he sought In commendation Each of his later plays he had read aloud to ber, seated, as now, in tb<- deep armchair beside ber desk They had discussed them together and plan ned and corrected and hoped and been true comrades. Now it was all at au »nd. Something blurred the daffodils and blue sky from her sight, and he frown ed. "Don't." he said "Oh, I know. I understand." Iler voice was low aiul uncertain, but she smiled back at him with the old cour age. "1 have understood all along be fore you did yourself. I believe. But doti't you see how hard it is for nie".' "Hard?" "She has been so much to me. Kx <*ept for you. all my way has been lonely. Kven the success could not better that. When I found her. just as I was at tir«t, young and alone and poor and brimful of hope, with all the struggle ahead Hiid the heartaches, it seemed so uood to sweep her up out of It all to this and give her a fair chance. And sb'*'s so sweet and bright and true. I can't make you understand how dear she is to me or bow lone some it will be here without her." She rose and went to the window, her face raised to meet the wind and sun shine. •How sellish we are as we grow older, aren't we, Dick? It seems as if 1 want il to be always spring now. W hen 1 was eighteen, like Mab, 1 didn't care. It was only u matter of violet time uud showers and a little quicker heating or the pulses. Now it comes and goes so soon and only seems the symbol of something lost " She turned back to the desk and put the gl;iss stopper on the bottle mechan ically. "Mab is coming across the park." she said. "1 aui going to be good to you both and leave you to your wooing with my blessing. And 1 am glad, so glad, Dick, for you. Only was it quite fair to steal my springtime girl away and leave me all alone? Honest, was It, comrade?" She stretched out her hand to him. He held it in a close grip and leaned across the deck toward her. "Winifred. Winifred." he said. "And you have been the woman who under- Stood me of all the world. Couldn't you see I was waiting for It all to come to yo'i, the success, the little petty laurel crow us that are turned out by the hundreds nowadays. I wanted you to.gain it till and still tind something lacking, so that some day I might come to you. as I do now, and say: 'Aren't you tired of it all. dear? Can't you come to me now and rest and live the springtime over?' " She shook her head at him. Her lips closed, her eyes full of tears "1 never knew." she said. "And it was so long and lonesome, the tight, you know, and I am so tired of it all, Dick, so tired." There was a light, quick step in the hall Mab was whistling as she came some gay little love song of it shep herdess and ti miller laddie and the gate where the May thorn grows. She opened the door softly so as not to dis turb the writer at the desk, but the writer was almost hidden from view behind a barricade of masculine arms. And Mab smiled and, stepping noise lessly back into the hall, closed the door after her and went back to the squirrels and the park We All Kuo«v ller. It pays a woman to be pretty some times. Being pretty saved a woman's life last week. She was playing w hist at an evening party, and it was riatu rally supposed that she knew how to play or she wouldn't have sat into the game. She was so distraetingly pretty that every man there wanted to be her partner. Her first remark was that she just loved whist. "Let me see. Is this strict whist or Just a little social game?" Then came the inevitable question. "What Is trumps?" "Hearts.' "Oh. do you lead trumps?" "Lead from your long suit." "But 1 haven't There isn't a long suit in my hand. Oh, is a king worth more than an ace In whist? How much do spades count? I've got the right bower; is it any good? How do you signal? By opening and clos : your hand ' Oh, what a goose! I got I was playing whist. Partner, ta.ve that trick: I haven't any mere trumps. Oh. I mustn't talk: you'll think 1 don't know how to plav. What's that? Trumped my partner's ace? I always do. Why. I've nigged again I'm such a goose:*' Aud even man present looked as if he really enjoyed if Chicago Record- Hera'il. Esce»»lve Energy. Energy is a tine thing, but, like steam, it needs a little restraint and careful guiding. If the safety valve doesn't work there's likely to be a breakdown or a blow up now and then. The nervousy, fidgety woman is a dreadful bore. She ruffles up the at mosphere and makes everybody wish she would take a vacation and rest up like sixty. Some «112 those people who tly around the fastest do the least work, and the proper thing to acquire Is balance. Work as hard as you want to, but let up when the moment for letting up arrives. There is a limit to human endurance, and when you go beyond the limit you never get back Into the valve of strong endurance and line vitality. It is the man or the wo man who knows how to work and how to rest who gets things done all tine and shipshape and without tearing the roof off its feet. These remarks may be blunt, like a chisel, but they're as true as the fact that the Lord made lit tle apples.—Chicago Rvcord-llerald. OUti Street .Name*. In Clerkenvvell, England, there is a street called Pickled Egg walk. It takes its name from Pickled Egg tav ern, which formerly stood there and made a specialty or serving pickled eggs. An interesting London thorough fare is Hanging Sword alley, which is mentioned in Dickens' "Tale of Two Cities." London has also Piekleher rlng street In Leicester is a street called the Holy Bones and another called Callows Tree Gate. Hull has a street with the extraordinary name, the Land of Green Ginger. Corydou has a street named Ptimp Pail, and there some years ago lived Peter Pottle, a dealer in furniture. The most daring of farce writers might well have hesi tated to invent a combination of name and address so improbable as that which really belonged to Peter Pottle of Pump Pail. reared u Sepiimlino. Her father had read her the parable of the sheep and the goats at the day of judgment. She made no comment, but that night a sound of weeping came from her room. Her mother went as consoler. "Why are you crying, dear?" "About the goats, oh, I'm so afraid I'm a goat." "Why, no. dearie. You are a sweet little lamb, and if you should die to night you would go straight to heaven." With this and like assurance she was finally pacified. The next night tne same performance was repeated, and again her mother Inquired the reason. "It's the goats. I'm afraid about Hie goats." "Didn't I tell you, dear, that you were a little lamb?" "Oh," she sobbed. "I'm not crying about myself, but I'm 'fraid you may be h gnat!"— Brooklyn Life. A Itonuan Meet. Itouie lias a delightful climate the whole year round, and from the end of November to the middle of March Is an ideal time for hunting. Then the hounds meet twice a week. On such mornings the riders leave Rome or the villas roundabout In titue to be on the field and ready by 11 o'clock, for the hunt Is always several miles from Rome, sometimes on the rolling, partly timbered land to the northward, but more often on the level plain. Such u meet is to Rome what a Meadow-brook meet is to New York. It means a morning gathering of fashionables, with time and money and distinction to its credit. Swift moving motor cars, lumbering drags and four-in-hands, smart phaetons, barouches, victorias and dogcarts hurry out from the city. From the estates of noblemen in the vicinity of the hunt come more car riages. and men on the hunters which they will ride in the day's chase.—P D. Zuhriske in Outing fcAWWSAWWV \A.WWW\» I r A MADE TO ORDER ITEM > "by < > MARY r. K HtrCMI\SO\ < I opi/riekt, MS, by T. C. MeCktr• > V\ WWVVq Penelope, having instructed the maid to say slie was not at houie, stood behind the lace curtains to watch the departure of Jack Hale. "Now, Penelope," began her brother Clarence, who caught her in the act, "I want to know what this means." "What what means?" asked Penel ope, flushing and striving to gain time. "What what means:" grunted he In scorn. "Feu, will .vou never learn it's useless to hedge with a newspaper man? 1 want to know why you are treating Hale in this fashion. He's been in the dumps since he took you to the Commercial club music-ale. lie s doing poor work, and the managing editor called him down today before the whole gang. If he's discharged he'll spoil his chances for a position on that New York paper. You've had an attack of the indigoes yourself and re fuse to see him when he calls. Nat urally I want to know what's the mat ter, for 1 don't mind telling you I'd rather have Jack Hale for a brother than any man 1 know." "Why don't you adopt him, then?" asked Penelope unconcernedly. "Well, we'll try cross examination," remarked lie. "Pen, do you hate Jack Hale?" "No," decidedly. "Do you really dislike him?" "No-o," more slowly. "Didn't you really and truly care a great deal for him up to the date of that musicalc?" "I won't answer any more of yonr questions," snapped Penelope as she started to leave the room. "Highty tightyl Not so fast," said he. "Remember, Pen, I'm not only your brother, but your guardian, and. while I take the place of parents ail brother, too, 1 must use my own way of strlvlug for your happiness. I can't let my dearest chum and my liti.e housekeeper both eat their hearts out without trying to remedy the matter. Now, little girl, let's have the whole story." "And you won't tell a word?" came the smothered question from his shoul der. "Never a word." "Well, then, if you must know the whole story, nothing happened at tint musicale. But the uext day Aunt Ma ria came to spend the day. "And a day in her company is as a thousand," supplemented Bradford. "And she said she felt it her duty to her dead brother's child to tell me how people were talking about me behind my back. She said I had encouraged Jack long enough and that if he hadn't proposed by this time he never would. Tie would pay me attention till he got that position in New York, and then he'd tind another girl there and forget me. I told her he was nothing but on • of your friends; that I never intend* to marry, but sho 'ld always keep house for you." "Then you proceeded to shut Jack out because he hadn't lived down to Aunt Maria's level of marrying in haste. Jack Hale is the soul of honor, if he hasn't asked you to marry him it's because he wants to wait tiil he has a better salary than he gets on the Times. I'll see if I can show him the error of his ways." "Clarence." cried Penelope, pushing him from her. "you promised you'd never mention a word!" "So I did." groaned he. "Well, Pen. I'll keep my word, but I waut you to forget Aunt Maria and her views. I'm going to ask Jack to dinner tomorrow night, and I want you to wear your prettiest gowu, smile your sweetest and take him back Into favor again That wou't be a hard thing to do for my sake, will it. dear?" In his most wheedling tone. "You old torment!" cried Penelope as she gave him a parting hug. Reach ing the door, she called back. "1 inigli' possibly do it for his sake," after which piece of daring she hurried out to see why dinner wasn't announced. "I surmised as much," Bradford told himself, "and, though I'd scorn to break a promise. Jack Hale will get a pretty broad hint of what I consider Ills duty." Hale pleaded an evening assignment the next afternoon, but Bradford wouldn't take "No" for an answer. "I know well enough what that assign ment is," he responded, "aud you can get the story just as well in the morn lng. You're looking fagged out. Hale, and need a rest. Break away from your work early this afternoon and go up and take Penelope for a drive. The horse has been stabled for more than a week because Pen has had a bad cold. I'll be home in time for dinner, but shall put the whole evening in at the board of aldermen's meeting, so I'm glad you can amuse the child. She's in need of amusement after being cooped up for a whole week." "Why didn't you tell me"— began Hale. But Bradford was gone. Though lie could lie beautifully, he could not stand cross examination. As Jack and Penelope returned from their drive, both in the best of spirits <ifter their spin through the frosty air, Bradford preceded them up the steps. While all three removed their wraps in the hall he pulled a notebook from his pocket and tossed it across to Hale, remarking. "Say, old man, I found your notebook after you left the of fice." "Much obliged," answered Hale as he attempted to catch the hook, which missed his hand and fell at Penelope's feet Picking it up quickly, she ex claimed: "Now, I wonder what the very latest sensation is? I do so like to keep up with the times." And she proceeded to flutter the leaves of the book past the canceled items toward the last written pages. "Penelope, that's a pun. and if I A asn't in a hurry to dress I'd see that you were properly punished for it," called her brother, disappearing un stail's with suspicious haste. Jack looked over Penelope's shoul der as he answered, "I>ou't believe there's a thing that hasn't been print ed. 1" "Oh, yes. there is," said Penelope. "Here's your very last item." And she paused to read, while Hale exclaimed: "That isn't my writing! < >h, Lord!" In a tragic groan. For this is the item both read: "Engagement announced tills week- Miss Penelope Bradford, dan. of late Hon. Harrison l'> late pres. Nat. Bank, this city Mr. John Wintlirop Hale — rising young jour. pop. member Com mercial Club—grad. of Harv.—ctr. rush on football team congrat. of hosts of friends, etc." "Wh-what does it mean?" gasped Penelope, turning red and white by turn*. ' Mean ."' ejaculated Hale in despera tion. "It means that one of tliose con founded idiots at the office has been trying to get funny It means oh, Penelope, darling," with a complete change of tone, "can't you make it mean something? I >on't run aivay, dear," as he caught both her hands. "I.et me finish now I've started. I've loved you so long that you must surely have guessed that much, and I've only waited to have something worth offer ing before asking you to become my wife. A man ought not to tie a girl down to any such bread and butter ex istence as I can offer while I'm on the Times. I wouldn't have spoken if this hadn't happened till I had more. Hut I'll promise to wait patiently, dearest, if you'll only make this item true." The Item appeared on the society page of the Sanbrook Times the follow ing Saturday, anil Bradford chuckled 1 as he read it: "Now. that's what I call a made to order Item." Hale, being blessed with his share of newspaper instinct, never tried to flud out which of the "confounded idiots at the office" dared to tamper with his notebook. WrltliiK m. "Book." "I would like," said the youth, "to write a great book. Flow shall I go about it ?" "Don't, I beg of you!" said the novel ist. "Write one that pays, as I do, or else—study law." "I do not care to write a book for the sake of the pay," said the youth. He was very young and must be forgiven for this. "Perhaps, after all, I had bet ter be a lawyer." So he became a lawyer, but the old ambition to write a book came over him again. "Anything but that," said a friend to whom he told his wish. "If you dou't like the law, be a doctor." So he studied medicine. In time, however, this palled upon him. He still thought of that book. He felt that he had a mission. "You could do so much more in the pulpit," suid another. So he preached until the bollowness of it came over him. And he left the pulpit. One day he woke up and found that the great book was written. And he laughed at the thought. "It was not I—lt1 —It was the lawyer, the doctor, the clergyman and the other man who did it."—Smart Set. An Insulted Scotchman. The following story heard at Killar ney shows how differently an Irishman and a Scotchman will take a joke. An Englishman who had been fishing In the lower lakes said to his boatman: "An extraordinary thing happened to me some time ago. I lost a pair of scis sors out of my fishing book at the end of the lake. The next year I was fish ing here again and hooked and killed a very large pike. I felt something very hard inside him, so I opened him, and what do you think it was?" "Begorra, your honor, I'd think it might be your scissors only for one thing." "What is that?" asked the other "It's only Just this, your honor, that there never was a pike In any of the Killarney lakes since the world began." Afterward the same Englishman tried the same story on a gillie In Scotland. When he asked him. "What do you think was inside the pike?" the gillie replied. "Your scissors and nae guts, and the Duke of Argyll—and he's a far greater man than the king—would not have insulted me sae. I'll fish nae mare wi' ye" And oft he walked. "Seventy Years of Irish I.ife," Distance l.enda Encliftnlinfn( a lu one of Mr. ("hnse's classes in painting was a young chap who could not paint pictures much better than he could save money, and the allow ance given to htm by his father was very often gone before he knew It. One day Mr. Chase was talking to the class 011 the subject of perspective, and this particular student did not appear to get the idea very clearly. To uiake It plain Mr. Chase went back to the rudiments to get a good start. "You understand," he said, "that the farther you get away from any object the smaller It appears? ' The young fellow shook his head. "No," he replied doubtfully, "I'm not so sure about that." Mr. Chase was provoked and not a little surprised at such ignorance and said so. "It's all right as to some things," re Bponded the student, "but not all. Now, there's a ten dollar bill. The farther I get away from that the bigger it ap pears" Ultl ( lulhra Oruauirnta. The rich are not unthrifty. That probably explains why they are rich. You have been told of the wealthy wives In our New York Faubourg St. Germain who after wearing a gown twice or three times at most sell It to a certain Sixth avenue dealer In sec ondhand clothes for about one-sixth of Its original cost. Women in moderate circumstances who know this dealer keep themselves in finest regalia at a reasonable outlay. Rich men are more particular and less thrifty than rleh women. They despise the "ole cloV man and prefer to hand down their cast ofifs to servants to do with a$ seemeth good to them. But many a parlor ornament in swell houses 1s bought with old clothes; many a new pot or kettle In my lady's kitchen is the result of barter with the peddler.— New York Press. Animal* ninl Second Sight. It is a common belief that many ani mals see ghosts and future events Kerner declares that they are endowed with second sight This faculty Is thought to be especially strong in dogs and horses Storks are known to have foreseen the burning of houses on which they have been wont to build their nests and to have abandoned them, taking up their abode on other buildings or on trees in the viclnMy No sooner had the anticipated confla gration taken place and a new house been erected on the same site than tliev returned and built their nests as lie fore. Clock In the World. The gr-at doek of Wells cathedral, in Soni"! seiniiire. Kuglaiid. Is very ilearl,\ tin- oldest anil certainly the most Interesting of ■ locks in existence. It Wits built in 1 o'J'J by i'eter Light foot, one or the monks of Glastonbury abbey, six miles from Wells, whero 1t ran for years until the abbey wis dissolved l>_\ Henry VIII. and its last abbot hanged over the town gateway. The ' lock w :is then removed to Wells, where It has been running ever since. St. Nicholas Not 111* I'tprrlrßre. Mrs. llenpeck I.et ilie see. is it "big amist" or "polygainist?" Mr. Ilcnpt' k What are you talking about ? Mrs Henpeck Why, a man who.has one wife too many is a "bigamist," Isn't he? Mr 11cnpeck Not necessarily.—Phil adelphia Press t J .'+ 1 ♦' + 4*"*+ •> + + +■'"■!■>+ I UNEXPECTED♦ : IMPRESSION : + B.r Bcnnet Mu-tson * 4 + n- j '- ♦ 'opyny/lt, lfrj.:' hy 7 < AM (lUt + :• -X +V+ +V+S+V+ ++ + + + + + + If one were looking for a cure for bashfulness carbon paper would seem an unlikely thing to select. I'.nt it was a piece of this paper which, if it did not exactly cure John Kendall, at least overcame the effects of his shyness. John's bashfulness was most perni cious, and, while it had not retarded his career as a successful manufactur er in the flourishing town of Schuyler ville, it proved a very embarrassing possession when lie was smitten with the tender passion. ill the first place, Margaret Little was an "authoress," and that alone was an awe inspiring circumstance, l'o be able to write stories which met with occasional acceptance, to have the post man sometimes bring her thin letters containing checks and not t<> be the grinning bearer of bulky packages of rejected manuscripts, placed her on a plane above other women —in John's eyes; not that she needed such placing, for It would be futile to chronicle the angelic qualities with which he en dowed her. The trouble with this endowment process was that it was not disclosed to Margaret. John could write and did write letters teeming with sentiment. Of course It was unfortunate that these letters never were sent. It was more unfortunate that he found himself un able to express lu her presence the feel ings which agitated his six feet «tf manhood. He had made three attempts at a pro posal. each of which had ended in stammering confusion and dire failure, and it is probable that the uumber would have b>-en extended indefinitely had not a rivtil appeared on the field. Any one who showed Margaret the slightest attention was a rival in John's view, and !t seemed impossible that the editor of a New York magazine wou'd come fifty miles to Schuylerville for the sole purpose of consulting Marga i ret about a series of stories for his pe i riodlcal. If this Innocent purpose | brought the editor, something emotion- I ally attractive in Margaret's pretty face must have induced his it-appear auce witbbi a month, and it was dur ing this R<jrond visit that John spurred himself tij action. On a June afternoon lie deserted his i de«k and determinedly strode toward the Little liomesteaii. His courage usually lasted until he passed the front ' ACBcitfr. THE OIICHAKD " A.MK MABOAHI-M AND THE EUJTOK i gate, 'but on this occasion he was sur j prlse<l to And it upholding him even I after lie had reached the veranda. It evaporat«-d when he rang the bell A maid told him that Miss little had I gone for a walk with the gentleman from New York. This information, j coming as a respite, at first relieved John. Tb>-n Jealousy renewed his I counipe. and tic boldly said that he wished to leave a note for Margaret. In the matter of Impassioned nils sives John Kendall was no coward, and be sat at Margaret's little desk j und duished off a few glowing periods 1 on a sh«>et of her manuscript paper. When thu effusion was finished It ; proved satisfactory, being, In fact, a condensation "112 the others which he I had left uutieut He folded it neatly and was reaching into a pigeonhole u i the <lesk for an envelope when he hap ! pened to glauce out of the window j Atsoss tiie orchard came Margaret j and the editor. 'l'he latter, a BIUH'I. ' blond, handsome man, was walki | ciote beside his contributor and look ing smilingly into her beautiful eyes After viewing this scene John was i ;jelzed with panic at the thought of | Margaret's reading his note immedi | ately. The next Instant he was strld i Ing away from the house, scattering hits of white pap<* 1 the June breezes. He did not see Margaret for a week, and during that time deep despair held him for its own. Then an urgent busi ness affair led him to call on her fa ther. who was suffering from a slight Illness and was unable to i»*ave his house. When the interview with Mr. Little WHS at an end and John reached the front door, he found Margaret sitting on the veranda, lie thought to pass her with n formal greeting, but his in tentions usually went astray where she was concerned, anil lie was soon seated near ht* in a wide armed veranda ellßtr. "1 am sorry I missed you when you called last week," said Margaret after her father's illnes> had been discussed. "r:n sorry, too. John replied, men tally condemning the memory o! the maid. Who lie hop. .1 had forgotten the incident. "The girl said something about you leaving a note," continued Margaret. •'Ye« er an invitation to a picnic." John said weakly, "but the affair was postponed." "Before you could write the note?" "No. 1 thought it would be post poned, so I changed my mind." Margaret was looking demurely at a ro-ebush. "It has been postponed be fore," she murmured softly, but her companion did not hear the remark. "John," she said in a louder tone. "1 suppose it is only in an invitation to a picnic that you would address me as your dearest Margaret." John Kendall turned slowly and re garded the object of bis affections with bewilderment. He wondered if any of the torn bits of paper had been picked uii and pieced together by Margaret, but lie had scattered them so widely that that seemed impossible Miss Little, who bad transferred her gaze from the rosebush to her lover's face, seemed to enjoy his expression. [ Then John rocked violently in the ve [ randa chair In the hope that the action would induce mental stimulation, but It did not. "Will you come with me for a mo ment?" Margaret asked, rising and en tering the house. John followed her to her study. There, on the little desk, was the pile of man uscript paper. Margaret took a note from the Itosom of her dress, unfolded it slowly and handed it to John. "There was a piece of carbon paper anions; the top sheets." she said, "and this was under It ." And John read an exact copy of the effusion lie had ad dressed to Margaret the week before. For a moment lie looked helplessly at the note, then he glanced shyly down at Margaret, and the expression he saw In her eyes was entirely unlike that with which she had regarded the editor. It seemed to say, "Speak for your self. John," and had the stolid type writer which stood on the desk risen to the occasion It would have added an other love scene to its long list. In the home of Mr. and Mrs. John Kendall, in Bchuylerville, is a den, and on one of its walls hangs a bit of black paper in a gilt frame. When the curi ous question John about this paper he tells them Its story. If they are worthy, and if they are unworthy he merely says that It Is an impressionistic pic ture of the darkest hour before dawn. Tlif Secret Service. A man standing on a steamship pier in New York found himself being watched closely by three ordinary look ing Individuals who stood together. The atmosphere was chilly, and the man took several turns up and down the pier, noticing at the same time that the eyes of the Btrangers followed all his movements. His conscience being clear, he did not feel embarrassed when he realized that the watchers were de tectives. Obviously the men were not from the central office because of their small stature and lack of flesh, and it became a question in the man's mind whether he was dealing with detectives from a private agency or with secret service men. He resolved to find out. His first move was to halt near the group and appear unconcerned. It was not long before he was Joined by one of the watchers, said: "Are you from Mr. So-and-so's of fice?" naming a deputy chief of the se cret service. "No." replied the subject of scrutiny, "but I believe you are." The detective smiled faintly and changed the conversation. All of which goes to prove that the secret service is secret in more ways than one, else why did the detectives think that an utter stranger had been placed on the same "plant?"— New York Post. Red Hair. Middle age painters represented Ju das as red haired, though Jews with sunny locks are not common. Lord Macaulay argued that the anti-red hair feeling was an Illogical survival of anti Semltlsm. In Ireland red hair is common, and in the speech of the country a person i HO distinguished Is called a "Dane," In > allusion to the Incursions made cen | turles ago upon Irish soil by the light haired Danish sea rovers Aristotle of old Greece declared that j "he that has red lialr Is proud, envious and deceitful." Aristotle was undoubt edly "dark complected." On the other hand, the Italian palnt | ers represent the Madonna with light ' hair, Titian gave his name to a famous ' shade of red In women's hair and red i lialr In Spain is an aristocratic tinge, as seemingly derived from the Goth conquerors of Iberia. The Spanish roy al house has furnished several mem bers with red or reddish hair. Walpole ou Balloons. Some of Horace Walpole's ironic speculations on the future of the bal loon have been recently reprinted. Said the satirist: "I supposed our seaports to become deserted villages and Salisbury plain, Newmarket heath and all downs (.but the Downs) arising into dockyards for aerial vessels. The ship news then would run thus: The good balloon Dae dalus, Captain Wingate, will fly In a few days for China. He will stop at the Monument to take In passengers. Foundered In a hurricane, the Bird of Paradise, from Mount Ararat. The Bubble. Sheldon, took fire and was burned to her nailery, and the Phenix is to be cut down to a second rate. There will be fights in the air with wind guns aud bows and arrows ' " Hi* Satanic Majesty. During the American Revolutionary war the colonists had great trouble with women who were determined roy alists. "The sex," wrote the rebellious governor of New Jersey, "are mis tresses of infinite craft aud subtlety, and 1 never read of a great politician who did not employ petticoats to ac complish his designs Certalu It la that the greatest politician on record (I mean the devilj applied himself to a female agent to involve mankind in sin and ruin." Dean Pigou tells in hla book of aneo dotes the story of the little girl who was much upset by a maiden aunt and posted in a hole in the garden a letter In these terms: Dear Mr. Satan— Will you kindly come and t«.K<* away Aunt Jane? She la a very tussv person and does worry me eu. Yours affectionately, ALICE. Corlo.illra of Put Glass. Tlv? process of glass cutting requires great skill aud care. A design is first lightly copied on the glass, aud the cutters take it in hand A fine stream of ennd aud water falls continuously on a rapidly revolving steel wheel. To this the glass Is applied, and the cut ting is really accomplished by the fric tion which the sand sets up. Then an other workman with another steel wheel and plain water brings the cut ting up to a sharper edge. A third workman with a soft wooden tool takes off the cloudiness caused by the fric tion of the steel, a fourth polishes the glass, a fifth with a preparation of ox lde of tin gives to it that iridescent luster which makes us value cut glass so highly. % <*oni|» Jtmeut. Mrs. Horsey was unhappy over the stern severity of her new photographs. "Norah." she said to her pretty wait ress, "do you think this photograph looks like me?" Norah's warm Irish heart came to the rescue. "Sliure. Mrs. Hersey, dear," she replied quickly, "if you looked like that would I ever have two afternoons a week?" Christian Register. I'rrtlliiK on Hon I*. A certain minister applied to his church for an increase of salary "Salary!" cried one of the members. "Salary! Why, I thought you worked for souls." "And so I do," meekly replied the im pecunious minister, "but I cannot eat souls, aud. if I could. It would take a good many souls the size of yours to make a decert 'ueal" RAINING CATb AND DOGS. IIIIIOIIM Ki |>la UM ti«i IIM of the Ori|(in of 'l'll im MJIIIV (•xpi.iii.iiion-- have been given of the origin of the expression "raining cats and <lo>rs." < Hie i* lliat it is a per version of lite French "rata (loupe," a waterfall "it is raining a catadoupes," or eataraets. Another explanation Is that tin* male blossoms of the willow tree, which are used oil Palm Sunday to represent the branches of palm, were called "cats and dogs" in some Itarts of England, where they increase rapidly after a few warm April show »rs, and the belief prevailed that the rain brought them. Others trace the saying to northern mythology, in which the cat is said to have great influence on the weather, and sailors still have a saying, "The cat has a gale of wind in her tail," when she is unusually frisky. Witfthes that rode upon the storms were said to assume th»» form of cats, and the stormy nor! invest wind is culletf "the cat's nose'' in the llarz mountains even at the present day. Then the dog is a symbol of wind, which in old Ger man pictures is figured as the head of a dog or wolf from which blasts issue. The cat therefore symbolizes a down pour of rain: the dog, strong gusts of wind, which accompany it, and so a rain "of cats and dogs" is a heavy rain with wind. Involution of Ihe Bayonet. The sweynes-feather (hog's bristle), which seems to have been the original prototype of the bayonet, was a long rapier blade, fixed in a handle and car ried in a sheath, which was given to a musketeer for defense after he had dis charged his piece. Stuck by its handle in the muzzle of his gun. it constituted a very ctflcient weapon for acting agaiust pikeinen. To diminish his in cumbrance the sweynes-feather and musket rest were combined, the latter forming a sheath for the former, in the reign of James I. Toward the latter part of the civil war the use of the musket rest was aban doned, and it became the practice to ■tick the dagger by its handle into the muzzle of the piece after discharging it. In IGB9 two rings were added by which the bayonet was placed on the muzzle without interfering with the firing. This improvement, the inven tion of Genpra! Maekay. an English officer, was introduced into the French army by Vauban in 170.'}. By the Eng lish themselves it was not adopted un til after the battle of Fontenoy (1745), where the advantages its use conferred on the French were only too painfully manifest, the Duke of Cumberland's army being defeated with the loss of 1 15,000 men - Pearson's Weekly. He Una III* own l^rmidfatber. Of all genealogical curiosities the one set forth below is probably the oddest— a singular piece of reasoning to prove that a man may be his own grandfather! 1 Here it is: There was a widow (Anne) and iter daughter (Jane) and a man i (Georgei and his sou (Henry). This widow married the son. and the daugh ter married the father. The widow was therefore mother (in law) to her hus band's father and grandmother to her own husband. Hy this husband she hud a son «I»:ividi, to whom she was, of course, great-grandmother. Now, the son of a great-grandmother must be grandfather or granduncle to the per son to whom his mother was or is great grandmother, but in this instance Anne was great-grandmother to him (David); therefore David could not be other than his own grandfather. Prodigality of l.lfe In \ncient Eisrpl. The reckless prodigality with which in ancient Egypt the upper classes squandered away the labor and lives of the people is perfectly startling. In this respect, as the monuments yet re maining abundantly prove, they stand alone and without a rival. We may form some idea of the almost incred ible waste when we hear that 2.000 men were occupied for three years in carrying a single stone from Elephan tine to Sais, that the canal of the Red sea alone cost the lives of 120,000 Egyptians and that to build one of the pyramids required the labor of 3*50,000 men for twenty years. Duck* unci Drnkes. A schoolboy in Jewell City. Mo., was assigned to prepare an essay on the subject of "Ducks." and this is what he wrote: "The duck is a low, heavy set bird, composed mostly of meat and feathers. He is a mighty poor singer, having a hoarse voice caused by get ting so many frogs in his neck. He likes the water and carries a toy bal loon In his stomach to keep him from sinking. The duck has only two legs, and they are set so far back on his running gears by nature that she came purty near missing his body. Some ducks when they get big have curls on their tails and are called drakes. Drakes don't have to set or hatch, but Just loaf, go swimming and eat. If I was to be a duck, I'd rather be a drake every time." It Wan Just I'oaalble. "I don't understand," said Mrs. Youngmother. "why It is that baby won't goto sleep. Here I have beeu sitting and singing to him for the last hour, and yet he keeps crying and seems just as wide awake as ever." "Well." said her husband thoughtful ly. "I don't know, of course, and per haps I nni wrong, but it may be that baby has s musical ear." IS" M! A Rollatol© TIN SHOP For all kind of Tin Roofing, Spouting and Canaral Job Work. Stoves, Heaters, Ranges, Furnaces, eto- PRICES TDB LOWEST! QUiLITY TOE BEST! JOHN HIXSON NO- 11# E. FRONT BT. J. J. BROWN, THE EYE A SPECIALTY Eyes tested, treated, fitted with glass es *nd artificial eyes supplied. Market Street, Bloomsburg, Fa. Hours —10 a into 5 p. m Nothing has ever equalled it. Nothing can ever surpass it. Dr. King's New Discovery For Cl!ilir'" !:ii '"' A Perfect For All Throat and Cure: Lung Troubles. Money back if it fails. Trial Bottles free. T ACKAWANNA RAILROAD. ■" —BLOOMSBURG DIVISION WEST. A. M. A. M. A. M. J l . M New York ..lv 200 10 00 110 I'. >l. Scranton . .ar 617 150 I'. M. Buffalo ... Iv i) 80 245 * M. Scranton ar 558 10 05 \. M. A. M. P. M. I'. M Scranton..... 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North umber I *k 15 11000 tiso-*6 2i Cameron . 657 .... r2ui 15 84 Danville . .. 707 10 1W 21lj 541 CatawiHHa. 721 1032 2 28, 550 Rupert 728 1087 229 601 Bloomsburg .. 733 10 41 2 88. 008 Espy . . 7.« 10 48 2 40[ 818 Larue Kidge. 741 flO 54 f2 4»; ft; 2C Willow Grove f7 48 f2 50 Briarcreek 7 52 f2 58 1627 Berwick 757 1105 258 ' 684 Beech Haven 805 fll 12 803 ; 641 Hicks Kerry nil fIJ 17 3091 6«7 Shickshiuny.. 822 11 81 820 f65» Hunlock's 8 XI 8 81* f?U9 Nanticoke B*B 11 44 838 711 Avondale 811 3 42; 722 Plymouth 845 1152 8 47 : 7 M Plymouth June 817 .... 852!. Kingston ar 855 1158 400 ; 738 Wilkes-Barre ar 810 12 10 410 750 Wilkes Barre Iv 840 11 40 850 780 Kingston iv 855 11 59 400 788 Luzerne 858 al2 02 40' 742 Forty Port fWOO .... 4 07' Wyoming 805 12 08 4 12, 7 4fc West Pittston 910 4 17' 788 Susquehanna Ave .. 918 12 14 4 20' 75t Pittston 919 .2 17 424 BUI Duryea 928 429 . 808 Lackawanna 926 4 82: Blt Taylor «82 4 4t* 817 Belle voe • .... Scranton ....ar 912 1286 4 st! 821 A.M. P.M. !P. M Scranton Iv 1025 {155 ....: UK /A M Buffalo . ar .... 755 ' 7 0 A. M. P. M P.M A M Scranton ...lv 10-10 12.4(1 {BBS *2 In P. M. P M I'.M A. V New York ar 830 5l)o 7 35 : Isf ♦Daily, fDaily except Sunday. fStops on signal or on notice to cond!'c:or a Stops on signal to take on passengers 101 New York, Binghamton surd points west. T. K.CLAKKh T. W. LKK Gen. Superintendent. (4en.-* i • RNMM RAILROAD, TIME T4BLE In Effect Nov. 29th, 1903. A M. A.M. I'. M. " Scrantonf DStHJIv sij :;s s9 47: 142i4 2s Pittston " " 70511015 §2 10 "> 68 A. M. A. M P. M. P.M Wilkesbarro,.. lv i T '25 $lO 85 2 1"' ;3 00 Plym'th Ferry " 7821t04212 52 f# "7 Nanticoke " 742 10 50 301 <J 17 Mucanauua .... " 801 11 07 82< ) 6 5J7 Wapwallupen.. " 810 II It; 381 64" Nescopeek ar 818 11 2t; 842 7 0o : A.M. A.M. p M- Pottsville lv 550 Sit 55 _j liazletun " ' 705 245 j>2 45 Tomhicken " 722 305 3 w Fern (Hun " 721 815 8 l.»j Kock lilen "1 7 822 8 22, Nescopeck . . ar| 802 ..| Catawissa i 00 4 0" ~M A. M P. M. P II Nescopeck... . lv|§ >ls 511 20 :s 42 -7 00 Creasy s3: 11 .;i 352 7 Espy Kerry... ' I* 4. 11 40 112 4 o*2 7 J t. KlooauDui. 8 47 ! 11 50 4 i»; 7 J.i • Catawissa lv 855 11.57 418 7 South Danville •• 9 14 12 15 431 7 r.i Sunbury ar 935 12 40 455 ,s 15 _ A. M. P. M. P. JVI p.M Suntiury Iv u42 LewiPhurg.... ar 10 18 I 4"> •> 4S Milton •' 10 OS 189 •) 41 10 14 Williamsport.. *,U 00 141 04010 00 Lock Haven... " II 69 220 787 ! Kenovo "A.M. KOO sBO Kane " 8 25 P.M. P.M., Lock Haven..lv'§l2 10 S 8 45 ! Bellefonte ....ar lOns 444 Tyrone " 210 600 Phllipsburg " 510j 802 Clearlleld.... '• 6 .51 58 45 Pittsburg.... " 655 <lO 45 A.M. P. M. P.M. P M Suntiury lv 960S' 15H •> 10 s3l HarrisOurg.... ar 11 3<> §3 15 05010 10 p pMp M A M Philadelphia., ar Si 817 fi 28 n 28 433 Baltimore ",S 311 800 9 4-i 220 Washington... " 5 4 20 |, 7 16 10 55 8 80 I A.M. P. M. Sunbury lv $lO 00 § 2 1} j Lewistown Jc. ar It 45j 405 1 Pittsliurnc 0 A.M. P, M P. M. P M Harrishurif.... lv .11 46 520n 720 :1105 P.M. 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Pullman Parlor ar>.l Sleeping Cars run on through trains between Surbury, Williamsport and Erie, between Sunbury and Philadelphia and Washington and between Harrisburg. Pitts burg and the West. For turther information apply to Ticket Agents W. W. ATTERBI'KY. J. K. WOOD, Genl' Manager Pass. Traffic Mat. CKO. W. BOYD. (Jen 1 l'HsseliKer Asrent
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