CATCHING
: THE TROLLEY, j
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2 By TAYLOR WHITE. •
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* Cop) right, lOUt. by ltumer Spratpne. *
Coibrook glanced at his watch and
started to run. The ('heater trolley
utarted from the public square on the
half hours, lie bail just time to make
the 11:30. t'oul I he do that there
would be just ticn* to speak to Enid
and get back in time to take the west
era express that would connect in ('lii
cago with the Overland. That would
get him in San Francisco just in time
to catch the Empress of China.
He wanted to tell Enid that his
chance had come at last and ask if
she would wait. An unexpected turn
of affairs had put him in a position to
speak of marriage, a thing he had not
dared to even think of for at least a
year yet.
He slipped down the foggy street
with the easy stride of a cross country
runner and smiled as he heard behind
the soft patter of other hurried foot- ;
steps. The man behind would never
reach the car first if that was what he
was running for.
Then suddenly the steps ceased, and
a moment later a mob came tearing
around the corner, raising the hue and
cry. Coibrook kept on. Ho felt no in
terest in a thief with Enid in Chester
and the car about to start. Then sud
denly a blue coated form started up
before him, anil he almost ran into the
policeman's arms. An Instant later he
had been scientifically collared and the
mob had come panting up.
The last to arrive was a fat police
man, still violently pulling from his
exertions. He took a fresli grip on
Colbrook's collar and, with a flourish
of his club, entreated him to come
quietly. For the first time Coibrook
realized that ho was under arrest.
"Look here," he said, "you are mak
ing a mistake. I'm not the man you're
after."
"I know it," agreed the officer pleas
antly. "I was after a man in green
i>ants and n red coat, but I guess you'll
"I'M SO SOBUi!" SHE OASI'LD.
do." He took a fresh grip on his club
as though anticipating trouble and
looked at his brother officer.
"But see here," insisted Coibrook. "I
was running to catch the Chester trol
ley. I had to make tlie 11:80, and I
was sprinting. I heard some one run
ning HMilnd me, and suddenly he must
have dodged into a doorway. That
was probably your man."
"Quite likely," was the cheerful re
spouse, "but nil the same you can tell
that to the s> r.ennt."
"But I have to get to ('hoster and
back in time to catch the we : i"rn ex- j
press," he pleaded. "1 am leaving on
that for China."
"Through train?" laughed the officer j
appreciatively. He evidently regarded j
Coibrook as a humorist.
"I am Jennings Coibrook," he said '
patiently. "I am with the Fontellen
company. Y'ou can call them on the \
pbone. Perhaps I'll have time togo
out on tlie train if you will drop this
nonsense."
"You drop yours," was the sharp !
command. "I know you fellows. Ixmk
out that he doesn't throw nothln' away,
Rafferty." Kafferty nodded his under
standing, and the trio beaded a proces
sion for the police station.
The desk sergeant was a newly pro
moted roundsman impressed with a
sense of his dignity. Something in
Colbrook's manner offended him, and
be refused to listen to his plea that
the Fontellen company be notified.
"What's tlie use of botherin'?" he de
manded. "Sure I recognize you as Bos
ton Mike. What have they to do wltli
the likes of you? Tell that to the
judge when you're arraigned ."
At a motion of his head Coibrook
was led back to tlie cells, and.this
being his first arrest, he did not know
that be could bribe the officers to get
word to his employers.
His threats to have the whole matter
shown up only added to the dogged
ness of tlie sergeant, and in answer to
his third threat he was told that the
.sergeant would be back In the cells
with a night stick presently if things
did not quiet down.
After that he could only sit in silent
despair and wonder what tlie outcome
could be. If he did not catch the next
steamer, the agents of the English
company would lie on the ground first.
It was through his old time friendship
lor Gareon that he had gained the
early tip that led to his being pro
moted to be foreign salesman at mora
than double his old salary.
Now this mistake would cost him
not only liis promotion, but probably
even his position, and he could only
sit helpless in his narrow cell and rail
at fate.
Then the grated half of the cell
door was darkened by a form, and he
•prang to his feet.
"I'm the bull in this precinct." an
nounced the newcomer. "Don't throw
that bluff," he added as Colbrook's
•yes went up In Inquiry. "Yon know
what a bull is."
"1 was always under tne Impression
that they possessed four feet and
horns,'' he said.
"That's a good bluff, but It don't go,"
said the visitor. "I guess you know
what plain clothes men are by any
title."
"The precinct detective? I see," said
Coibrook.
"The fairy whnt had her leather 1
■wiped wants to know what you did
with it."
"I'm sure I don't kuow what became j
of the lady's purse," he said pleasant
ly. This slang was more understand- j
able.
"Stow that," admonished the detec- !
tive. "I think she'll let you off, and j
it's a ten spot to me if you tell."
"Bu( I tell you there is a mistake," j
he insisted. "Your men picked up the j
wrong man."
With a snort of disgust, the ward
man turned uway. Here was a chance
to make $lO gone through the thief's i
stubbornness. He was back in a mln- '
ute, though, and Coibrook caught the
echo of a lighter step on the stone
flagging.
"The dame wants to give you the |
third degree herself," be said. "Don't j
you give her none of your lip or I'll j
come in there."
"I am at the lady's service," said Col- j
brook hopefully. He understood from j
the previous conversation that she j
could free hltn by refusing to make a j
complaint. It should not lie very difli
cult to convince her that he was not ;
the thief.
He started as she spoke, but soma
Impulse restrained the exclamation j
that sprang to his lips.
"What was In the purse that was so
valuable?" he demanded, making his j
voice harsh and unnatural.
"I cannot explain," she said, with
embarrassment "some keepsake of
which I am very fond. The purse was
a keepsake. 1 am most anxious about
that."
Colbrook's heart gave a leap. It was
the purse he had given her that she
sought, and it was Enid Sangstonwho
was pleading with him to restore her
property.
"I'll get you another purse just as
good." he said, "if you will get me out
of this, Enid."
With a scream she started back
from the bars as Coibrook moved Into
tlie light. "You?" she gasned.
"I was running to catch a car," lia
explained. "It was misty, and the thief
slipped Into a doorway, and the mob
thought that since I was running it
must be I who was tlie culprit. Then
the officer collared me and brought me
hpre."
"I'm so sorry!" she gasped.
"I'm not," he disagreed. "I see the
hand of fate. Y'ou see, I was running
to catch a car to Chester to see you.
Y'ou were in town, and I should have
missed you."
"But why such haste?" she asked.
"I am leaving this afternoon for
China,"he explained. "My chance has
come at last, and I wanted to ask you
to wait for me, dear. Will you?"
"I think," she said, "that we must
bow to fate. 1 ran into town unex
pectedly. and — Suppose you had
caught the car and gone out there. I
should not have had a chance to say
goodby."
"Now we can say It over the lunch
table, and there's still time for a trip
to the jewelry store, too. if you will
explain to the officer that I was not
the thief."
That formality was quickly accom
plished, and presently they were pass
ing tlie desk. Coibrook leaned over
and shook the sergeant's hand
"Goodby, sergeant," lie said heartily.
"I aui very much obliged."
"I wonder what lie meant," mused
that official as he regarded the hill that
had been left in his palm. "Sure. I
thought he'd make trouble with the
chief."
As to Liberty.
Liberty was first introduced into this
country with a shipload of tea. Since
then it has been seen occasionally in
odd i "laces.
Liberty has no permanent place of
residence, but boards out. At present
it is staying with friends just outside
of Washington.
Liberty is a great traveler. It has
visited in time New York, Boston,
Philadelphia and all the other large
centers. Having been introduced to
the municipal government, met the
leading politicians and visited the prin
cipal places of amusement, it has then
left town.
Liberty is the one thing that every
body believes in, but no one has ever
seen. Traces of it are occasionally
found In public documents, but rudely
and unintelligently speaking It Is ca
viare to the general.
It Is popularly supposed tb;it some
day Liberty will be In full charge of
everything. When this day will lie
no one but Liberty knows.
In the meantime give us liberty or
give us life In a republic.- I'uck
Careful.
"Mr. Pumpus Is very careful of his
dignity." commented the observing
girl
"Yes." answered Miss Cayenne. "He
naturally hr,s so little that he has to
be careful of It."—Washington Star.
Cockfighting In England.
Cockllghting is still enthusiastically
carried on In many parts of Kngland.
But no educational expert would now
pronounce it a very becoming snort for
gentlemen, as Asehani did when ho
wrote his "Seholemaster" In the six
teenth century. Colet was centuries
ahead of his time when he discouraged
cockfighting in his statutes for St.
Paul's school. The typical statutes of
a north country school of that period
direct that the master "shall have, use
and take the profits of all such cock
fights and potations as are commonly
used In schools." In Scotland particu
larly one morning a year was given to
cockfighting. and the dominie's perqui
sites. all the cocks killed and a shilling
from each boy. sometimes amounted to
a quarter of his total fees. This lasted
at least until 1828, though Manchester
Grammar school dropped the practice a
little earlier.—London Chronicle.
Her Reasoning.
Wife (at the costumer's}— Which
shall I have—this coat at 40 marks or
that cue at 70? Husband—l have only
40 marks with me. Wife—Oh, well,
then, we'll buy the seventy mark coat
on credit, and then you can buy me a
hat with the 40 marks.—Lustige Blat
ter.
I CRUSOE I
: THE SECOND.:
: :
■* By Constance *
* D'Arcy Mackay. J
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* Copyright, 1907, by E. C. Parcclla. J
As Peyton's sailboat, the Gull's
Wing, ducked her way between myr
iads of anchored craft, mostly steam |
launches, Viola Ainsley looked at tin;
receding shore with a sigh of relief.
The sail tilled with a brisk breeze and
iprey dashed against the bow as they
tacked for tlie open bay. The air was
keen and fresh and full of relish. The
sun shone strong and warm.
"Splendid, isn't it?" cried Miss Ains- j
ley.
Peyton smiled. I thought you liked
that sort of thing better?" he said, with
a backward glance at the summer col
ony of Cllfferest, rows of cottages and
a big hotel that stood a little back from
the water front.
"Don't 1 look as if I was enjoying
myself?" she parried.
"For a person not addicted to the
simple life. I must confess you do."
TIME WENT SWIFTLY IN I'KKP.VKINO IT
said Peyton, regarding her as she
perched on the seat before him in her
trim white yachting suit.
"What a salty tang!" she sniffed.
"It's strange, but one never seems to
get the full flavor of it near the shore."
"One has to get out, away out, to get
the full flavor of most things, I fancy,"
Peyton answered, his brown hand on
the tiller, his keen eyes looking straight
ahead.
"Why did you come here at all.
then?" Viola questioned. " You must
have known what a summer hotel
would be like!"
"One lias one's duty lo one's family,
you know, and my mother and sister
are here. And then there's another
reason for uiy coming. I followed a
girl."
"A girl!"
"Yes, a girl 1 saw on (lie train. She
had the seat across tlie aisle from me,
and then; were a lot of people with her,
a very gay, noisy, fashionable crowd.
The girl was laughing with the rest of
them, and I thought she was their kind
till I saw her eyes. And then I knew,
for they were neither hard nor shallow
nor full of surface lights. They were
very deep and beautiful. If she were
moved by love I think they could be
exquisitely tender."
"But who is she?" cried .Miss Ains
ley in utter innocence and then flushed
suddenly as Peyton's look auswered
her.
"Oh!" she said breathlessly and turn
ed away her head.
"Of course 1 know it was extremely
foolish of me," Peyton Fertiald went
on, "because rumor has already eugag
ed her to Millionaire McNugget."
Miss Ainsley bit her lip. "Humor,"
she said, "is often very impertinent."
"Then it isn't true?"
| "It is not true—yet," said .Miss Ains
ley and dabbled her hand over the edge
of the boat.
; "Ah!" he began.
"No." she said quickly; "you've made
a great mistake. The girl isn't at all
j as you've imagined her. She's very
fond of money, She's hard and selflsh
and doesn't care for simple things a
bit. She'd hate not to have lots ol'
houses and clothes and a good time."
"You think, then," said Peyton, "that
■because I'm not very well off In this
World's goods it would be quite useless
if I asked her to marry me?"
"Quite useless, I'm afraid," returned
Miss Ainsley gently, "though I know
what the girl's missing, for there aren't
many men in the world who"— She
paused as the boat gave an abrupt
lurch, nearly sweeping her from her
feet. Peyton reached out a strong artn
and steadied her. The k»el of the
Gull's Wing scraped against something
hard and slippery; then, with a slide
and splash, the boat righted herself
and went on. lint the cockpit was
rapidly tilling with water.
"A derelict dory, by jingo!" cried
Peyton as a dark object drifted past
them beneath the surface of the water.
"Take the tiller and the main sheet,"
he directed, "and put tor that little
island over there. I'll have to bale like
blazes."
Viola did as she was bid, crouching
on the seat to be out of reach of the
water that swished iti the bottom of
the boat. The trees of the little island
they were approaching stood out
sharply against the blue sky. Its
sandy beach lay white and shining In
the sun.
"Do you think we'll make it?" she
i asked quietly.
"We'll try." he answered, with equal
repression. Their eyes met in the un
derstanding of a common peril. There
was much against them, but wind and
tide were with them, and when the
Gull's Wing sank it was within a few
feet of the island's shore.
Peyton stepped out and carried Miss
Ainsley to land. Then he pulled in the
boat as far as he could and made it
! fast.
"Marooned!" cried Miss Ainsley
lightly. She did not refer to their pas'
i.ui.,ci, nor aiu u*\ SFFS n> mmy iuhw i
(ously, "Miss Ainsley, yon're soaking
wet!"
"So are you! But the ami's strong 11
and hot on this little beach, and we'll 1
soon dry. When do you think they'll i
come for us?" t
"I'm afraid we won't he missed till t
nightfall, and it's only 3 o'clock now. \
Thank heaven my matches aren't (
damp, and we can build a fire!" i
"Crusoe the second!" laughed Miss j
Ainsley. "Do you think the wreck will j j
yield us anything? It should, accord \ (
lng to the best story hooks." ,
"Nothing but the balling pail and a ,
' coffeepot and two tin cups in the : ,
stern locker." j ,
"Get them," she besought. "We'll ,
use them to cook with." I (
! "Cook what?"
Miss Ainsley's eyes danced. "Oh,
Crusoe, Crusoe! Haven't you any 1m- i j.
agination? Don't you know there's ai \
i ways food on a desert island—sea j <
gulls' eggs and things like that? Come |
j along and let's explore." | 112
"There! I told you!" she exclaimed (
as their wanderings brought them to . j
a little spring. "Isn't that pretty, the | j
way it bubbles up between the moss | ,
1 and ferns? And I do believe there's i j
been a picnic here Look at that bit t
of orange peel." t
"Ves, mul see this!" cried Peyton, i
emerging from a thicket with a brown t
paper parcel In Ms hand. ,
"Something the picnickers forgot!" > ,
, cried Miss Ainsley ecstatically. "Open
' It, quick!"
Peyton caught the tire of her en
tliusiasm. "Tea and sugar nrul a loaf
of bread," he laughed,
i "Bread!" exclaimed Miss Ainsley. '
j "Do you think that it's stale?" She
: pulled a bit from the heel of the loaf
and nibbled it furtively. "No! It's
j fresh. There must have been a picnic
ho re tills morning. We'll have a feast,
a regular feast."
Time went swiftly in preparing it.
: Peyton found some blackberries, and
Miss Alnslie made plates of leaves. 1
They built a lire of driftwood on the i
beach, and over a pile of stones the
coffeepot sang pleasantly. It was
sunset when they seated themselves
luxuriously on the sand and ate what
Viola Alnslie called the fruits of their
toil.
"This tea is the best I ever tasted."
Peyton declared.
"You didn't know I was such a good
cook, did you?" Miss Alnslie inquired
as she sat opposite him poking at the
tire.
"They will lie coming for us soon," ,
said Peyton, "and then our day will be
: over."
"Yes," said Miss Alnslie with some
thing strangely like a sigh.
Behind them the woods of the little
Island were deepening into the shad
ow; the waves broke softly on the
beach; the rosy tlames of the Ore shone
1 brightly out into the gathering dusk.
"I.isten," she added. In the distance
could be heard the faint, steady puff
ing of a steam launch "They've seen
the tire," she exclaimed, shielding her
eyes with her hand.
"There's McXuggot," cried Peyton
almost savagely, "and I suppose you're
glad." lie was kneeling on the sand
' picking up the tin cups.
Miss Ainsley smiled. "Oh. Robinson
Crusoe," she said softly, "how very
blind you are!"
Peyton dropped the cups and stared
at her. "You mean" he breathed.
"I mean that this afternoon when I
thought that perhaps we—we wouldn't
reach the shore—it didn't seem as If I
the other tilings mattered at all. I \
knew then what really counted most. ]
I knew that wealth was nothing and
that 1 only wanted you —you—you!"
The last words were almost inaudible,
and Peyton had to lean very near to
catch them. Then the voice of the mil
lionaire McNugget reached them j
through the megaphone.
"Coming!" cried Miss Ainslie in an- j
swer. "Hurry up, Crusoe. Why on j
earth are you carrying that old coffee- !
1 pot under your arm?"
"It's a trophy." said Peyton, "of a j
shipwreck that has made me the hap
piest man on earth "
Cautious.
A few days ago a new male resident i
of this city, recently arrived from Ire
land, having made a favorable impres
sion upon the manager of a wholesale !
house <m Market street, secured a po- ;
sition The merchant the next day. ;
having made out a large number of !
statements, called the new employee j
Into his office, directing him to"go out j
and post these bills." "Where?" lu-
I quired the young man. "Oh, yes," i
said the business man,"l forgot that I
you have only been In this country a j
short time. There's a mail box on the j
, telegraph pole at the corner. Post the
bills there." The son of Erin soon re- ,
turned, laying the bills on the mer- ,
chant's desk. "I may be a little green 1
yet, sir," said he. "but I'm not posting
them bills with a big policeman watch- j
Uig the box." "Not posting them? '
Why not? What about the police
man ?" usked the astonished storekeep
er. "That's all right, but you're not
fooling roe all the same. If I do appear j
to be green. Sure, didn't I see the sign
on the pole over the Imx. 'Post no bills I
under penalty of the law?'"-Phila
delphia Record.
An Optical Illusion.
An interesting optical experiment j
may be made with the ordinary incan- I
descent light. Gaze steadily at the ,
light for a few seconds, then suddenly
extinguish it. The experiment is best I
performed in a very dark room. In
about half a minute you will see the j
• perfect Image of the light, with the j
fine strands of wir£ plainly visible. It j
will be red nt first. In a few minutes
It will turn purple and then a bright
• blue. Later it will apparently move to i
' the right. As you turn your gaze it :
I will continue moving to the right If
: you keep your gaze fixed, it will come
i I back. It is surprising how long the
Illusion will last. It will be seen for
' fully live minutes, perhaps longer, and
if you turn on the light and look away
from it you will see the old image for
several minutes, though more faintly
' than In the darkness.
> i It Made a Difference.
I "Good gracious:" exclaimed the vls
. j ltor. "Hear those boys fighting and
- ! yelling out there. Regular little liood
j lums, aren't they?"
( j "I can't say." replied Mrs. Famley.
» j "I'm rather nearsighted, you know."
i "But surely you can hear them."
I "Oh, yes; but I can't tell whether
t j they're my children or the neighbors'."
r ' —Exchange.
The Rattler Doesn't Bite.
Speaking quite strictly, a rattlesnake
does not bite, but strikes. The same
thing is true of the copperhead and
moccasin. Their fangs are hinged, so
to speak, and when the snake is at
ease and at all times except in the
very act of striking they are closed up
tight against the roof of the mouth.
When the snake strikes it draws its
body back into a tense spiral, the head
is raised with the jaws widely distend
ed, the body is shot forward with ter
rific speed, and the curved fangs, now
at right angles to the Jaw, are driven
deeply into whatever they come in
contact with. The jaws are never
closed into even the semblance of a
bite.
Humor In the Far KnNt.
Abdur Rahman, the late ameer of Af
ghanistan. had a grim sense of humor
which was sometimes exercised with
out scruple. On one occasion a dur
bar he was holding was interrupted by
a man who, in a state of the greatest
excitement, rushed iu declaring that
the Russians were advancing to invade
Afghanistan. Turning aside for a mo
ment from the business in progress,
the late ameer in the most unconcerned
tones ordered his shaligassi to conduct
the man to the summit of a certain
watch tower. "Look you out well for
the Russians," commanded Abdur Rah
man, "for you do not eat until you see
them arrive."—Grand Magazine.
Coliw miiKlnenn.
The term color blindness implies an
entire absence of 'the color sense, and
there are a few persons who are in this
condition, but it also includes all the
forms of partial color blindness in
which the perception of one of the
fundamental colors - red. green and
violet—is wanting, and which are
known as red blindness, green blind
ness and violet blindness. The line be
tween these various kinds of color
blindness an.l a perfect perception of
colors is not sharply drawn, so that a
large number of persons have what Is
called a feeble color sense, which falls
short of actual color blindness. There
is no doubt that color blindness In its
various forms is much more common
than is generally supposed, and It Is
more common among the Imperfectly
than the well educated classes.
Where Beggars Ride.
"If wishes were horses beggars
would ride," says the old saw. But in
Persia beggars actually do ride, al
though they patronize the humble don
key instead of his more aristocratic
brother. How they manage to obtain
these useful animals or even to exist
themselves passes European compre
hension, but the fact remains that they
do both.—Wide World Magazine.
Enforcing the Law.
"What are they moving the church
for?"
"Well, stranger, I'm mayor of these
diggln's, an' I'm fer law enforcement
We've got an ordinance what says no
saloon shall be nearer thau ".Oil feet to
a church. I gave 'em three days to
move the church."—Judge.
The Danube Valley.
The valley of the Danube is probably
the original home of the prune and
plum. Not only do they grow wild,
but, what is more, nowhere iu Europe
do they reach such perfection, and, de
spite the competition of France and
California, Bosnia and Servia still fur
nish the greater part of the world's
prune supply. Prunes and figs are the
| two chief sources of wealth of these
Balkan states, for after the people have
sold all the prunes they can for export
i they feed the rest to the.pigs or distill
them Into prune brandy.—Providence
: Journal.
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The Home Paper l
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Chopin's "Inspiration."
Many people have heard the "March*
Funebre" of Chopin, but few are aware I
that it had its origin in a rather ghast-!
ly after dinner frolic. This is the story !
of Itn writing:
The painter Zeini iiad given a little
Bohemian dinner in his studio, which
was divided by hangings into three
sections, in one of these was a skele
ton sometimes used by Zelni for "drap
ing" and an old piano covered with a
sheet.
During the sifter dinner fun Zeim
nnd tile painter Iticard crept into this
i j -section and, wrapping the old sheet
' like a pull around the skeleton, carried
it among their comrades, where Foll
| gnac seized it and. wrapping himself
I with the skeleton in the sheet, sat
down to play a queer dance of death
| at the wheezy old piano.
In the midst of it all Chopin, who
was of the party, was seized with an
Inspiration and, seating himself at the
, piano, with an exclamation that brought
the roisterers to their senses, extein
i porized then and there the famous
| "Marche Funebre," while his bohemi
an auditory applauded In frantic de
-1 ; light.—London CJlobe.
The First Diving Bell.
The diving bell was not mentioned
before the sixteenth century. Two
Greeks in that century (1538) gave an
' exhibition before Charles V., descend
ing into water of considerable depth
la an Inverted large kettle. They took
i ttown a burning light. The men re
i turned to the earth level without being
< wet. The light was still burning when
> they came to the surface,—Pittsburg
i Press.
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