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fSftderella
to DaJe.
By HELEN MAXFIELD.
§ Copyright, 1900, by May McKeoa.
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% "£ suppose you have read in the pa-.
pers—if you have time to think about
'anything except yourself—that the
Westfield bank is wrecked. They have
arrested Mr. Hartley and Mr. Manners,
but that does not help the rest of us.
In a short time I presume 1 shall be on
the county. If you hail married Dan
Martin, as I wanted you to do, I should
* not be facing this terrible situation,
but you always were headstrong, and
my whole life has been sacrificed to the
effort to raise you as your dear dead
mother would have had me. Even
now Dan is willing lo forgive your
folly and marry you. lie will have
the house all done over, and his sister
will goto John's to live, and there will
be only Dan and you and me."
The letter covered five closely writ
ten pages, and Annabel read It through
, twice with firmly set lips and dry
eyes. Then very deliberately she put
on her coat, hat and gloves and went
out for a long walk In the snowy park,
where motor cars filled with fur clad
figures flew past and laughing children
pelted her with harmless balls of feath
ery whiteness. It was a glorious day,
and when she came back to her dingy
hall room she was smiling, and the
hard lines had faded from her face.
Then she wrote her answer:
My Dear Aunt Molly—l am »o grieved
to hear of the bank wreck. I had not
read of It In the papers, because we have
been enjoying the privilege of some spe
ctai Instruction under Profeisor of
New York, and I have been working at
the academy night and day. Perhaps the
bank reoelvers may sare •omethlng, and
In the meantime you must not worry. I
will have the store deeded to you, and
the rent will more than keep your house
going and each week I will send you
•ome of my earnings I am inclosing a
money order for 126 that I happen to
have in hand. Have Mr. Gregory ar
range th» transfer of the store property.
As to Mr Martin, please do not urge that
upon me again. I atlll feel that I hav«
•<>me right to happiness, and I know it
will never come to me through Dan Mar
tin.
I Not oue word of reproach, no re
* minders of a dun colored childhood
•ad a dreary girlhood, spent under
' nagging of the most trying sort; no
reference to the fact that her own
patrimony had gone under with her
aunt's small fortune In the bank
wreck; no lutlmatlon that she had
sent almost her last dollar in the
money order and must now drop her
t art studies and seek a position In the
workaday world. She smiled grimly as
•he mailed the letter. Her aunt would
accept the sacrifice and wall to Dan
Martin over Annabel's lack of nppre
elation.
Dan Martin! How she hated every
Inch of his undersized person, his
1 •mail beady eyes, his perpetual smile,
his weak, receding chin! She mailed
the letter with n strange feeling of
Independence achieved, for now she
had paid to her own satisfaction the
debt of gratitude Imposed by her aunt,
which had hung over her young life
like a pall. She was free now to work
out her own happiness.
But for the next week happiness
•eemed to move farther and farther
away. In later years she never
ught of those days without shud-
dering
J The holidays were over. Nobody
wanted to hire clerks or buy Illuminat
*d cards or telephone records or any
of the pretty things she painted. The
room rent was again due. She might
Mil her few casts and painting outfit.
She set her lips firmly and climbed the
stairs to a fashionable employment
agency. The manager was sitting at
♦ the telephone when Annabel entered.
She hung up the receiver with an lm
patient frown.
"What do you want—a position as
governess or companion? Nothing like
that In view; a hundred applicants
for every position. Oh, wait a minute!
4You look bright. Can you do manlcur
log and dress hair a bit and mend
laces? If you can do it even halfway.
I wish yon'd try this place. I've sent
the customer a dozen girls, and they
always part after a terrible scene.
' The woman's a crank, but you look as
If you had tact."
The upshot was that Annabel, with
'£ s cents In her purse and a notice of
rent due under the door of her hall
room, went to see Mrs. Cartwright
Brown, and that highly strung person
age said with dissatisfaction and sus
' plclon In her voice that she would give
the girl a trial.
The Cartwrlght Browns were newly
rich. The father had made an enor
mous fortune through his own efforts
♦ and was proud of It. The mother was
eo burdened by It that she was on the
verge of nervous prostration. Annabel
MW It was nerves and not temper and
took heart. Later she learned that
there were a son and a daughter away
at college who were Just a little
ashamed of their new riches.
Nobody, Annabel least of all, knew
how It happened, but she became the
virtual head of the Cartwrlght Brown
household. Mrs. Brown vowed that
she could hire a visiting manicurist
and hairdresser, but no one could stand
, between her and domestic and social <
worries as Annabel could.
It was Annabel who reorganized the
staff of servants and Installed a com
» petent housekeeper. It was Annabel
Who had the conservatories brought up
to date, Annabel who made out con
genial dinner lists, Annabel who con
♦ ferred with Mrs. Brown's modiste and
Mr. Brown's tailor, Annabel who ship
pad smart, suitable clothing and room
furnishings to two colleges.
Annabel's position In the household
was peculiar She was neither house
keeper nor private secretary— just
"Miss Annabel." She did not receive
with Mrs. Browa on Wednesday after
noons, but she did Join the family oc
slonslly at the theater or In viewing
art exhibitions. And It was after one
' of these rare occasions that she real
ised the full extent of her happiness.
She had been hunting congenial work,
not an art career. She knew now
that her small talent for drawing had 1
' offered her only an excuse for fleeing
au unhappy home life, but that she
never would have become a great art
ist, while she was a competent man
ager of the Cartwrlght Brown home
She sent her aunt's allowance regular
i ly and gave no thought to the future—
until the two young people came home
from college. The daughter was a
mere butterfly, who neither appreciat
ed nor resented Annabel's position in
the household. The son was a grave
tf faced chap who seemed suddenly op
pressed by the responsibility of his fa
ther B wealth. He had studied theoret
ical sociology In college and on practi
cal lines among the glided youth of his
class.
By this time the Cartwrlght Browns
were at their country place, and An
nabel found that her early morning
ride# were subject to Interruption, uat
-fc. I ■ ■
unpleasant, out disturbing. Norman
Brown Insisted upon unloading upon
her capable shoulders, as his mother
and father had done before him, the
burden of his personal problems. Rut
they were no longer burdensome when
he found that Annabel shared his
Ideals about the use of wealth, and he
boldly carried his plans to his father.
"N'o more college? You're going Into
the works? Say. what will our rich
friends think?"
"I am more interested in knowing
what the men at our works will think.
And Miss Annabel says'*—
Curt wright Brown waved his hand as
if to dismiss the entire subject.
"Oh, If Annabel says you are right
neither heaven nor earth could move
you. I declare that girl has this fam
ily hypnotized."
"Nothing of the sort, and you know
it." replied his son hotly. "She has
simply taught us how to make the best
of our money."
"And cured your mother of nervous
prostration. Gracious, when I think of
♦hose old days! Oh, try it If you like."
• •*••••
Letter from Miss Molly Sewell to
I Annabel Mai Hand:
• * • We were inexpressibly shocked. Of
course I had watched for your name un
der some magazine illustrations or for
some work you would send me, and when
none came I sent Dan Martin to Den
ver to find out what you were doing. You,
n Sewell and a Maitland, hiring out as a
mere servant! You must come home at
once. The Westfield bank will pay 50
cents on the dollar, and we can get along
somehow, and if you show some signs of
settling down I think Dan will marry you
after all. He Isn't like some men. hold
ing a grudge.
Letter from Annabel to her Aunt
Molly:
I •• » Th e wedding took place yesterday
afternoon. I wanted to have you come,
but we were compelled to hasten matters.
There Is trouble at the Blackstake smelt
ers. and Norman wants to be on the
ground at once. He is a prince among
men, dear aunt, and you will learn to love
him when we come to see you, forgiving
the fact that this prince found his Cin
derella not behind the kitchen stove, but
in his mother's boudoir. I am not asham
ed of my work in the past year, for It
brought me the greatest happiness that
can come to a woman. We were married
with the full consent of his parents, and
—I cannot write more. My cup of happi
ness brims over and blots out mere words.
MOLLY.
Moral Snobbery.
i One of the commonest forms of suob
■ bishness is not social at all, but moral.
Many people are moral snobs wo
have not a grain of social ambitic i.
' When Napoleon said. "I am above to
' rality," he not only gave expression to
I what some great people have secretly
j thought about themselves, but to what
i thousands of their small admirers have
' openly said of them. They do uot
I reflect, perhaps, as they Justify their
| heroes, that to declare any one in the
1 world above morality is to say that
1 morality has ceased to exist, has been
| found out and exploded, nothing re
i malnlng but some utilitarian rules suit
j able for the guidance of mediocre
i minds. The moral law must be su
i preine or nowhere. Yet this, as it
i seems to us, self evident proposition is
by no means easy to apply. Most of
i us feel that for any one to lay too
| much stress upon the moral shortcom
ings of a great man is a sign of a
1 small mind or at least of a defective
| education. We do not habitually speak
! of Kelson in respect of Lady Hamilton,
| of Burns in respect of his marriage,
; of Bacon in the matter of his proved
corruption, of Coleridge In connection
with his opium or of Charles
Lamb In his cups as we should speak
of Kmlth. Frown and Robinson in like j
circumstances. Must we, then, admit
ourselves to be moral snobs? The
prima facie evidence Is very much
against us.—London Spectator. i
Why They Wanted to Win.
We knew of only one case in which
a man has tried to select a wife by a
competitive examination. Fifteen la
dles entered for the matrimonial prize
and sat down to a paper of questions
of which the following are samples:
Name seven kinds of pie and de
scribe how each Is prepared. Do you
advocate the use of chewing rings for
teething children? Give in lUO words
your views on suitable dress when
married.
The climax came when the man who
set the paper proposed to the winner.
She refused him point blank, and so
did the other fourteen.—London Tit-
Bits.
Bpoil His Fun.
A street car conductor sees a great
many amusing things in the course of
a day, but the unreasonable passengers
keep him so mad that he cannot half
enjoy them.—Somerville Journal.
"Homo" In Our Language.
In no other language, according to
the London Telegraph. Is there a word
expressing the Ideas and associations
which are aroused at the sound of the
simple yet heart touching word "home."
A Frenchman once translated Cardinal
Newman's hymn, "Lead, Kindly Light,"
and In ills hands the beautiful line
"The night is dark, and I am far from
home," became "La nult est sombre, et
Je suls loin de moil foyer," the trans
lator having been obliged to use for
home the French word which describes
the green room of a theater. The Ital
ian and Spanish "casa," the German
"haus"—their "heim" Is too general to
have any particular value—and the
Russian "doina" all refer to a building
of some kind or other and have none of
the memories and associations that
cluster round the precious English
word.
Horses on Snow Shoes.
Horses wear snowshoes in Dakota
In winter. Thus equipped, they trot
lightly over drifts wherein they would
otherwise sink out of sight. In some
parts of Dakota tlie snow lies all win
ter long eight or ten feet deep, but a
crust forms on it.and with snowshoes
men skim over it easily. So do snow
shod horses. The equine snowshoes are
made of boards twenty Inches long and
fourteen Inches wide. An indentation
to fit the foot is branded on each board
with a hot horseshoe, and the con
trivance is fastened onto the hoof
with an iron clamp and a bolt. After
a day or two of practice a Dakota
horse becomes an expert snowshoer.
iron hie In file Studio.
The wailing infant had upset the
photographer's chair, kicked H hole In
the paper rocks and made faces at the
little bird which Is supposed to bring a
smile to all youngsters when they are
having their pictures taken.
"Isn't he too etite for anything?"
chirped the proud mother. "And just
to think I call him Tootsie."
"Tootsle," grunted the impatient pho- j
tographer. "H'm! I'd call him Cod
Liver Oil."
"Why so. sir? - '
"Because he is so hard to take."—
Chicago News.
A lady's hat was discovered in the
stomach of a large "monk"' or "devil"
fish which was opened on Scarborough
fish pier recently. The hat was prac
tically whole. Inside the large mouth
of the fish was a sole. No doubt the
hat had been blown from the head of
some lady on a ship.—Londou News.
\ Tke Foudlij
| Lady In Waiting, j
> By EDITH J HULBERT. >
A Copyright, 1806, b) P. C. Kiistment. A
A herald from his imperial majesty
the czar of Russia!"
There was a flare of trumpets, an
eager swaying of the lines of court
iers, a soft ripple of laughter and then
silence.
Before me stretched an interminable
path of red velvet. Hanked on either
side by rows of smirking, bowing crea
tures clad in rainbow lined satins, vel
vets and glittering with jewels. At the
farther end, on a throne of ivory and
gold, sat a regal, white robed woman,
crowned and girdled with diamonds.
Behind her stood two dusky giants
majestically waving fans of peacock
feathers. At her feet knelt two tiny
puges attired in blue and silver.
She was the queen of Bodalva and
one of the most beautiful women In the
world. I was a nobody. It was my
province to deliver into her royal hand
the scroll intrusted to my keeping by
my gracious master. For weeks I had
been looking forward to this audience
with feverish eagerness. But now, at
the crucial moment, when grace of
bearing aud fluency of speech would
perhaps serve to win me a smile from
those perfect lips, I stood gaping like
a clown In the midst of her lackeys.
My feet refused to move, my knees
trembled, the scroll In my hand shook,
my tongue 'ove to the roof of my
mouth. Then ! as a muffled giggle on
my right. Thv a clear, exquisitely
modulated voice smote the air like the
notes of a golden harp.
"Methinks," said the queen, flashing
laughter from her violet eyes, "that the
messenger of our fair cousin, the czar,
Is unduly overawed by our presence.
Be not afraid to approach, Sir Herald.
We are quite harmless."
Again came that subdued giggle, all
the more maddening that it had about
it a baffling familiarity, but at a frowr
from the queen It was quickly sup
pressed.
Summoning all my will power, I
plunged desperately forward and In a
moment was kneeling at the foot of the
throne between the two pages.
"The humble as well as the great,
your majesty." I faltered, "are over
come by the spell of beauty."
She smiled and. Indicating by a ges
ture that I was to rise, took the scroll
and, unrolling it, hastily scanned Its
contents.
A change, swift and terrible, came
ov?r her countenance. Her eyes flash
es.. Her cheeks paled. Her lips
straightened to a scarlet line. Tearing
the parchment thrice across, she cast
It at my feet and hissed in a low tone
of concentrated fury: "That, varlet. Is
my answer to your master! See that
you deliver it to him with all possible
haste! Out of my sight! Begone!"
Then agnln her wonderful voice rang
out In all iti*-clearness.
"Men of Bodalva," she said, "never
while Sylvia lives shall you bend your
ueck beneath the yoke of the Russian
tyrant!"
"Long live Queen Sylvia!" shouted
the courtiers. And from somewhere in
the distance came the sounds of tu
multuous applause—claiming, stamping
and cries of "Brava! Brava!"
Mechanically I backed down the red
velvet path, unheeding the hisses and
black looks which beset me on either
side, and presently found myself In a
small anteroom, the walls of which
were hung with doublets, hose, cloaks,
plumed hats and various articles of
armor. Almost immediately I was con
fronted by a tall, thin, flashily dressed
man, who eyed me with an expression
of extreme disfavor.
"See here," he said. "We don't want
supers In this company to forget their
cues and occupy the center of the stage
for ten minutes, and we don't want
any lines thrown in either. The man
who wrote lhat play can attend to
that."
"But," I stammered, "the queen-
Miss Elsworth—said something to me
that wasn't in"—
"What's tliat to you?" he interrupted
sarcastically. "You're not a star Just
yet, are you? Who are you, anyway?
One of them young chap's from the col
lege, ain't you?"
I nodded.
"First time on?"
Again I nodded. He shrugged his
shoulders.
"Well, I won't report you if you look
sharp for the rest of the performance, i
Luckily for you the boss is away to
night. What are you doing it for, any
way? Stage struck or Elsworth struck?"
I did not deign to answer, and, with
a derisive guffaw, he went out, slam
ming the door behind him.
I had been alone scarcely a minute
when that Irritating giggle again fell
upon my ears.
"Who's there?" I cried, flinging open
the door and peering into the dimly
lighted corridor.
"Sh! Go back!" whispered a feminine
voice. And as 1 obeyed its command
the doorway framed a petite golden
haired damsel, resplendent In pink sat
in and a court train.
I seized her hands and drew her to
the center of the room under the elec
tric light.
"Elfrida!" I gasped. "What are you
doing here?"
She dropped me a stately courtesy.
"The Countess Olga, fourth lady in
waiting to her majesty Queen Sylvia,'
at your service," she said, with dignity.
Then she giggled and blushed.
"It was you, then, who kept laughing
all the time I was on the stage," I said
reproachfully.
Elfrida looked penitent.
"It was mean of me.'- she admitted
I
"But you did look so fuuny!" She gig
gled again nt the recollection.
I made no reply in words, but I let
her see that I forgave her.
"Where did you come from? How
did you get here? Why haven't you
written to me in all these weeks?" I
asked as soon as I felt sure she thor
oughly understood my mental attitude
regarding her.
"Mine. Brenner's, New Haven. Skip
ped with the show Saturday night.
Couldn't write. Watched every min
ute," she answered with unwomanly
lucidity and brevity.
Elfrida always was different from
other girls. This was why I made
such a fool of myself over her last
summer after my Junior year that the
governor was afraid I never would
stand for the senior grind at Harvard.
If he had remembered that I was on
the crew, he wouldn't have been so j
scared. "I could not love thee, dear, so
much loved I not honor more," I bad
quoted solemnly to Elfrida the night
we said good by.
That was why she was packed off to
that beast of a Brenner when she
should have been queening it in Al
bany society. She was so original that
when there was no immediate danger
of her eloping with me her father wa»
airam tout sne imgnc TaKe up slum
ming or typing or Insist on going to
the Philippines to nurse the soldiers.
Brenner hail doubtless been apprised
of these contingencies, hut apparently
the possibility of Elfrida succumbing
to the ordinary schoolgirl variety of
stage fever had occurred to no one.
Consequently ■with her power of re
source it was mere child's play for her
to "break Jail," as she expressed it,
during the relaxed vigilance of the Sat
urday evening recreation hour and
subsequently to coax her way to the
manager's presence. As far as he was
concerned, to see was to engage. IMd
I mention that Elfrida was a ripping,
tearing beauty? Well, such Is the
case, and she confided to me that she
was paying for her own costumes.
"You must go hack at once," I said
sternly as soon as we had compared
notes on the numerous exciting events
which had occurred since our parting.
"And give up earning my own liv
iug." demanded Elfrida indignantly,
"just when I have proved how easily I
can do it?"
"You've only been at it two days," I
remarked, "and as it is the 4tli of the
month I suppose you still have most
of your allowance."
Instantly I saw my mistake. Elfrida
turned her hack on me, and for fully
two minutes every one of my usual
methods of effecting a reconciliation
failed utterly. At length a brilliant
idea came to me.
"If you will leave the company to
night, I will," I said in the tone of one
making the sacrifice of a lifetime.
Elfrida displayed signs of interest.
She didn't of course know that my en
gagement, like that of a dozen other
fellows who were members of the
queen's guard, was only for the cur
rent week.
"You are willing, then, to forego the
pursuit of the queen?" inquired El
frida. quoting from the play with mock
Intensity. I detected, however, an un
dercurrent of real anxiety in her voice
and hastened to reassure her.
"Anything that I gave up for your
sake would be the next moment for
gotten," I replied dramatically.
She allowed me to kiss her.
"I will do it," she said after a mo
ment's deliberation. "But we will both
have to forfeit our salaries."
I glanced at the clock. It was quar
ter after 9, and I knew by the noise
outside that the first act was just over.
Seizing the fourth lady In waiting un
ceremoniously by the arm, I hurried
her down tlie corridor to the ladies'
dressing room.
"Borrow a long dark coat if you
haven't got one," I whispered, "and
pin that flummery under it. I will
have a cab here in five minutes, and
you can get the 9:40 for New Haven."
She obeyed my directions, and twen
ty minutes later I stood alone on the
station platform disconsolately watch
ing the rapidly disappearing train that
was bearing her Brennerwards.
I got back in time for the third act
all right, but I didn't succeed In meet
ing Miss Elsworth after the perform
ance, nor any other time, for that mat
ter, for I kept my promise and quit
that night.
In this case, however, virtue met
with a substantial reward, for when
the episode came to the ears of my fa
ther and of Elfrlda's they were so Im
pressed by my masterly handling of
the situation that they permitted our
engagement to be announced.
French School Meals.
In some of the rural districts of
France every boy or girl takes to
school In the morning a handful of veg
etables and puts them In a large pan
of water. They are then washed by
one of the other pupils, who take turns
at performing this duty. Later the
vegetables are placed In a kettle with
water and a piece of pork and are
cooked while the lessons are going on.
At 11:30 each scholar has a bowl of
hot soup. To cover the cost of fuel and
meat the richer pupils pay a small sum
each month.
Both Beating It.
"Mr. Gags! Mr. Gags!" exclaimed
the musical director, stopping the or
chestra In the middle of the low come
dian's song. "You're miles ahead of
the time." "Eh, what?" jerked out the
merchant of comedy. "Well, you're
beating it too!" Ally Sloper.
Wonderful I
Two years ago Zip swallowed a grain
of wheat. Last Thursday night at the
log rolling he had a fit of coughing
and coughed up a fifty pound sack of
flour and about 106 pounds of bran.
Truth Is mighty and will prevail.—Gold
Beach (Ore.) Gazette.
Melinda Had to Go.
One of the old governors of the Car
olinas was a man who had lived a
farmer's life most of the time until he
was elected, and his wife, having nev
er seen a steamboat or a railroad and
having no wish to test either one, re
fused to accompany her husband to
the capital. When the governor reach
ed his destination, he found that al
most all the other officials were ac
companied by their wives, and he sent
an Imperative message to his brother
to "fetch Melinda along." The brother
telegraphed, "She's afraid even to look
at the engine." The governor read the
message and pondered over It for a
few moments. At the end of that time
he sent off the following command:
"Bill, you blindfold Melinda and back
her onto the train."
Warned.
Some years ago Miss Mabel Love
was playing the title role in "Little
Red Itlding Hood" at Dublin. She was
entering the room to visit her grand
mother in bed when an excited and
anxious little voice shouted from the :
gallery: "Stop, stop! It Isn't your I
grandmother. It's a wolf."
The house burst Into a storm of ap- |
plause and laughter at the child's In- !
nocent alarm for the safety of the lit
tle maiden in the red hood.
Smoke Bad Tempers Away.
"Bad weather aud bad tempers do
our business good," said a tobacconist.
"What other business can you say I
that of? You see, the more dismal the
weather is the more men seek the sol- j
ace of tobacco. In consequence the
more money falls iuto the tobacconist's
till. Had tempered men are always
the cigar dealer's best customers. The j
ill natured man not only flies to his j
pipe or weed oftener than others, but
he smokes twice as rapidly as his
placid, mild tempered brother."—New
York Press.
Fishing Line Worth $2,000.
"A fishing line worth $2,000?"
"Yes. sir."
"I don't believe it."
"It's the truih. It's a codfish line.
It's one of those lines to which you
owe your Sunday morning codfish balls
and your less appetizing but equally
helpful cod liver oil. These codfish
lines, you see. are frequently eight
miles long. They have 4,080 hooks.
They'll often laud 2,500 cod. No won
der they cost $2,000. eh?"--Cinclnuatl
Enquirer. ,
£ «
love versus Law. |
By C. B. LEWIS.
Copyright, •>> K. Parcels.
They came fare to face as they turn
ed a bend in the rough and narrow
flrail leading up the Cumberland moun
tains to l.aurel Cove, and both stopped
and stared for half a minute before
the young man raised his hat and ex
cused his absentmindedness. The
young woman blushed, stammered a
reply and passed on.and in a minute
the trees and bushes hid them from
each other.
The one everybody for five miles
around knew as Abe Goodman's daugh
ter Tilda. The other had just ap
peared in the neighborhood, claiming
to be a botanist and a naturalist, and
had secured a temporary home at the
cabin of Saul Markham. For the last
two years Tilda had been down to
Nashville, "beiu' eddicated." as her
father and mother put it, and was now
teaching the dozen children of the
mountaineers in the log schoolhouse
which the young man had passed forty
rods before meeting her.
Tilda had come from mountaineer
stock. Her father was rough, uncouth
and ignorant. Her mother was un
educated and plain. The girl had
lived in poverty, surrounded by pov
erty, and yet she was like none of the
rest. Nature had given her a good
figure and a handsome face, and the
time spent in the city had made, what
the natives called, a lady of her. The
astonishment of the young man, who
had given his name as Arthur Griggs,
was but natural.
The stranger who goes among the
people of the southern mountains is
from the outset a suspected man, and
the first suspicion which rests on him
is that he must be a revenue spy.
ltevenue men have raided and de
stroyed scores of stills in the coves
and ravines and sent scores and scores
of moonshiners to the penitentiary, but
other stills are brought in, and other
men take the places of those who have
fallen under the ban of the law. It
was so thirty years ago; It Is so today;
It will be so thirty years hence. The
mountaineer argues that he is a law
unto himself. He argues that he has a
right to live. He argues that where
he IIUB no market for his corn as corn
he has a right to turn It into whisky
to make a market. The government
does not argue with him. It sends
men into the mountains to break up
his business and Imprison him. The
moonshiner works -in secret. So does
the government. lie depends upon the
honor of his neighbors not to give
him away. The revenue men coax,
threaten, bribe and work In every un
derhand way to get an advantage.
The enmity is more bitter thau In the
personal feuds. When the mountaineer
goes down to the towns, he Is trailed
about, cross questioned, made drunk,
If possible, and his wife or his children
are offered money to betray him.
When the revenue men send a spy
up the mountains to nose out and re
port on stlils, he takes his life in his
hands. He may go as a buyer of tim
ber or coal or iron lands, as a traveler,
peddler or artist, as a fur buyer,
preacher or newspaper man, but the
shadow of death walks by his side un
til he has proved himself all right. In
that case he Is heard of again down in
the lowlands. In the other case he Is
reported as missing.
A botanist and a naturalist from
Harvard what Griggs claimed to
be, an<. was taken into the cabin
of the UK taineer without question.
There was *.o undue curiosity about
him. He was free to come and free to
go. As the neighbors were introduced
to him they seemed to accept him as
Saul Markham had done. He walked
about In contentment and slept ID
peace. He did not know that he never
moved a hundred feet from the cabin
door without being under surveillance;
that every action was watched; that
men whom he had never seen looked In
on him when he slept; that other men
gathered together in the laurel thick
ets and reported on him and discussed
him.
Young Griggs shot squirrels and
hares and gathered flowers and plants
and sought to make friends with all
Among those plain and hospitable peo
pie It was an easy matter for him to
bring about an acquaintanceship with
Tilda. Two days after meeting her on
the trail they knew each other. The
girl was pleased when she saw ad
miration in the young man's eyes. She
was pleased when he dared to flatter
and to compliment. She knew little of
the world and Its hollowness. If the
mountaineer said this or that, he meant
It. She had to Judge others by this
standard.
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Tilda were being talked about as lovers :
that the watch on tiriggs was relaxed,
lie had set no time for departing, but I
after a mouth it was seen that his
work was finished and that he was
staying on account of the girl. Abe
Goodman asked no questions of the
young man, and the mother asked none
of her daughter. Suspicious and dis- j
trustful as the mountaineers were,
they had been fooled. The newcomer
was a revenue spy, working with the j
promise of a great reward. He had re-j
hearsed hi- part for months before j
playing it. He hail counted on every- j
thing but meeting Tilda. There had j
been admiration from the first, and ;
love had soon followed. Within two ■
weeks there had sprung up In his ;
breast a conflict 'twixt love and duty. I
and it was for this reason he lingered. ;
lie was not what he claimed to be, and
yet he was the girl's superior in nil
ways. It was her ingenuousness and
innocence that appealed to him. He
had come to betray, and yet he could
not do it. He loved, and yet he hesi
tated togo further. More education
and refinement, more contact with the
world, and she would be a woman to
be proud of, and yet there was her an
cestry the impossible in the environ
ments that had surrounded her for so
xnany years and must have their due
112 fleets.
When a man trusts a woman, he has
limits. When a woman trusts a man,
she has none. She is ready to give
iter whole life to him. Arthur Griggs
knew that he had won the maiden's
love, and it was for him to make a
choice. Should he return and betray
the stills hidden away in Laurel Cove
and then disappear a nil be seen no
more, or should he report that none ex
isted and take away a mountain bride
and the good will of the lowly people?
Love carried the day. It was to the
credit of human sentiment that it was
so. But before this determination was
reached the young man walked alone
on the mountains. No one followed
him this day. It was Sunday, and the
mountaineers were smoking their pipes
as they rested. Their suspicions had
been lulled. They had kept their eyes
open and whispered among themselves
—whispered and smiled. On tills day,
as he walked under the giant chest
nuts and made his way through the
laurels, young Griggs came upon a
man. The revenue force had grown
Impatient with his dilatory tactics and
had sent an emissary to see and ques-
tion him. The two talked for half an
hour as they leaned against the trunk
of a groat tree at the edge of a thicket.
When they separated the revenue man
knew that nothing further could be ex
pected from the spy. He had shut his
eyes to all but the song of love. It had
been useless to talk to him of duty.
He had come as a spy, but had sold
the government out.
After the talk Origgs walked away a
few rods and sat down on a rock from
which he could nee far down the side
of the grim old mountain. He could
count the cabins of the mountaineers
scattered about, and he could look
down into Beaver Cove and Halfway
Cove and Halpin's Hamlet. It was a
day of peafe. with the smoke ascend
ing as straight as an arrow and the
birds singing and the squirrels chatter
ing about hlni. He felt good. There
was a burden off his mind and Joy in
his heart now that he had made his de
cision. In the evening he would see
Tilda and tell her that he loved her.
In the evening he would see her father
and ask her hand In marriage. He
was smiling as Ills eyes roved over the
landscape beneath him when a step
caused him to turn his head.
"Tilda, you here!" he cried as he
sprang to his feet with the light of
love In his eyes and his arms out
stretched.
She drew herself up and waved him
away.
"But, Tilda, what Is it?"
She was pale, and hard lines had
come Into her face. The girl look was
searched for in vain. There was suf
fering in her eyes, but determination
In the compressed lips.
"I was in the thicket when you talk
ed with that man—dad and I," she said
at last. "Dad has gone for his rifle to
shoot you like a dog. I am here to tell
you to go."
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OUT if you beard us talking jou
know that I would not agree to what
the man wanted."
"You came her as a spy. If you
hadn't fallen in love with me you
would have Itetrayed my own father,
in love with rue! I in love with n
revenue spy! Go!"
"But listen, Tilda. If I came here
under false pretenses I"
"Wo are poor und bumble," she in
terrupted as she drew her skirts away
from him. "We are plain and unedu
cated We have nothing before us—
nothing but this to look forward to.
You are learned, and you may be rich.
You have the whole world before j'ou,
and you know how to be happy, but
the meanest, lowest one among our
men is a king beside you! Go!"
lie paused for ten seconds In hopes
to see her faee soften, but It was like
stone. She motioned again, and he
went. In five minutes he was out of
sight down the side of the mountain,
and rough old Abe Goodman was
standing over bis weeping daughter
and saying to lief In sympathetic tones:
"Thar, thar. little one, don't cry.
The Lawd made women to b'ar crosses
and to stand trubble, and if you'll Jest
look up to him he'll bring you Into
smooth waters and send along a feller
of a husband vcutli forty bosses and
kerridges."
A Little Indefinite.
A prominent Mew York lawyer says
that in his earllw professional days he
was glad to expand his slender Income
by bill collecting- On one occasion be
had a hill against n maa who Inci
dentally has since achieved a success
which puts him beyond the necessity
of such an indefinite statement as he
made on that occasion. The young
lawyer found him with his feet prop
ped upon his deak, white he gazed
dreamily at the aelllns: through a cloud
of tobacco smoke.
: P»ut, really, sir, I must Insist that
ycu give me some definite Idea aa to
when you will settle," the lawyer said
after having been gently rebuffed.
The author consented to lower his
eyes and to w«v» his pipe languidly.
"Why. certainly, sir. though there
seems to me to be a rather unneces
sary commotion about thla trifle," he
drawled. "T will pay the bill as aoon
as I think of it after receiving the
money which a publisher will pay me
In case he accepts the novel which 1
will write and send him Just as soon
as I feel in an onerpretlc mood aftsr a
really good Idea for a plot has occur
red to me."—Harper's Weekly.
The Spleen.
The spleen? Up to 1900 no physician
dared to stand up lu a clinic and tell
what it was made for. For ages It
was supposed to be the organ of Irasci
bility. "Oh. his spleen is up!" meant
that the old man was hot In the collar.
Curious thing, that spleen. There Is
a herb called "spleenwort," which was
supposed to remove such splenetic dis
orders as HI humor, melancholy and Ir
ritability. 1 saw a spleen the other
day for the first time and was astound
ed. It was a soft, highly vascular,
plum colored thing with a smooth sur
face. It was nearly six Inches In
length and weighed seven ounces. Now
here Is the funny feature of the spleen:
After a hearty meal It Is very much
smaller than at other times, which
may help to explain why a man Is
good natured after dinner. In diseased
conditions the spleen may reach a
weight of eighteen or twenty pounds.—
New York Press.
A Half Length Picture.
A countryman bargained with a Cali
fornia photographer for a half length
picture of himself at half price, and
when the artist delivered a fine view
of the subject from the waistband
down the victimized sitter indulged In
remarks more forcible than polite.—
Philadelphia inquirer.
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mean, Is he a permanent Invalid? Mm.
Billy us—Permanent? Lor', no! Doctor
Bays he can't last a month.
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