I Taking the Bull:: I by the Horns. By BARUCH DISRAELI. \| J Copyrighted, 1907, by P. C. Eastment. * | "You are incorrigible, Stella," with tontracted eyebrows said Osbert Lor lng. "Do you think so?" naively returned Miss Wnlbridge, lifting her soft blue eyes Innocently to her companion. "Most decidedly I do," energetically responded the young man, driving a pebble viciously out of his way. "Why am I Incorrigible?" pretended to Inquire the other, with an adorable shake of her fine head. "As if you didn't know!" cried Os bert indignantly. He stared at the long stretch of country road without seeing anything. "Here have I pro posed to you," he went on mournfully, "let me see, six times"— "Only six, Osbert?" interrupted the other, with a sweet ripple. "There you go again!" ruefully laughed Lorlng. Turning his hazel brown eyes toward the lady at his side, he continued imploringly, "Can't 1 make you look at the matter serious ly?" The girl laughed deliciously. Pres sntly, "What is the use, Osbert, in talcing things seriously?" appealed she to him, her small, straight nose wrin kling comically. "Life is so short, you know." "Exactly," agreed the other, with en thusiasm. "Let us get married and anjoy it" "That makes it seven times!" tri umphantly cried Stella and clapped her hands for very joy. Osbert's firm, shaven chin was up in the air. "If you will marry me," said he, with a sigh, "I'll propose to you a hun dred times!" "Eight times," from Miss Walbridgc. They both laughed. A touring car was tearing down the road. They made way for the monster. "Well, Stella," resumed the young man. "won't you ? There is a minister living half a mile back. Ho can tie THi- BULL WENT STRAIGHT FOB LOKINO. the knot for us in no time. Shall wo turn back?" lie swung his broad shoulders around toward the village whence they had walked. ".No.'" vehemently protested the lady, wifli an impatient stamp of her aristo cratic foot. "Of course not!" "Very v ell, then," resignedly sighed the other. "Well," continued he light ly as the two walked briskly on, "if you don't wish to marry me you needn't. There are plenty others." "Yes," agreed Miss Walbridge. "There is Helen Swanson, for in stance." An amused smile played around her small mouth. "A bean pole," disdainfully came from the other. "Lottie Johnson, then," suggested ; Stella, her eyes merry. "An eel!" contemptuously objected I Lorlng. "You are hard to please," protested the lady, with mock seriousness. "How will Mamie Gridley do?" The lower part of her face was hidden behind a lace handkerchief, while her laughing eyes watched the contortions on the young man's frank, handsome face. "Do you think I want to marry a mountain?" cried Osbert. Then, with a laugh, "I am going to marry a finer girl than you think." "Who?" with assumed indifference queried Miss Walbridge, though a jeal ous pain was nibbling at her heart. "Never mind," easily responded the young man. "Wait until you get our cards." "Then your proposal to me was mere ly a bluff?" angrily flashed the maid. Realizing, however, how much her out- , burst committed her, she relapsed into [ indifference. "Oh, I don't care!" laugh- i ed she. "Marry whom you please and when you please. You can have my blessing." Loring whistled for reply. They walked on in silence, separated from fields of gold and of emerald by barb- ! ed wire fences. A little ahead of them the hard road turned abruptly; a clump of trees filled tile angle and shut j out the highway beyond. A sharp ' trotting was suddenly heard. Sup posing this to be a buggy, the young couple swerved out of the road to one side. "A bull!" cried the girl. "Farmer Tucker's bull!" supplement- I ed the young man. The two stopped and stared at one j another. The situation was serious, j They wero too far away from house or barn to bo able to run back for shelter j before the bull would overtake them. And five ropes of barbed wire barred their way to the fields. "The bull will gore us," declared Btellft. "I don't car* what haooens to ma." returned tne young man, wttn a snrug of the shoulders. "You run back to the village. I shall keep him busy for awhile at any rate." "I won't!" announced Miss Wal bridge. "Why don't you care what will happen to you?" "You know very well why," gloom ily answered Oabart. "Now, hurry up and run. Dol" "I stay!" crfcO the girl. "Thero la the other girl, you know," she remind ed him lightly. "Why don't you core what will happen to you?" "There is no other girl," quietly said Loring. "Now hurry along with you to the village," he added, with much con cern. "I won't!" again cried Stella. "If you wish my life to be saved, save your own!" "Then marry me!" from Osbert. "Nino times!" triumphantly from the girl. Eying admiringly her compan ion's six feet two, she added, "On that condition I will." "Honor bright?" "As I live." "Cross your heart." The girl obeyed. They were near the clump of trees. Loring's coat was off in a minute. As the animal came up ho received this coat over his head. Tightening the gar ment deftly over the beast's head, Os bert with herculean effort turned the bull in the opposite direction. Now he lifted the girl up lightly and swung her gently over the fence. Stella from her safe vantage watched with boating heart the struggle of the giants. The brute had made short work of Osbert's coat. Enraged more than ever, ho returned to the charge. With his head close to the ground the bull went Straight for Loring. Rut that young man had been an all around Yale athlete. lie sprang deftly aside, and the beast's horns struck the air. With bloodshot eyes, steaming nostrils and with a loud bellow ho went onco more for his victim. Osbert had no ticed a huge stono and had bout down to pick it up, intending to smash with it tho animal's head. He was not quick enough, however. The bull's horns were at him before he could get the stone. Misa Walbridge held her breath In terror. The next moment she behold the bull raise his enormous head high in the air, and with it tho body of her lover A mist swam before her eyes. Rut she called upon all her energy to fight her fainting spell and see the struggle out. Loring had grasped the brute's horns and swung himself upon them as if ou a trapeze. When tho bull reared his head at its highest the young man flung himself over tho fence. Stella closed her eyes and sank down upon # the emerald carpet. Presently she felt some one rubbing her wrists and forehead. She looked up to meet her lover's gaze. In the evening Stella related to her aunt and hostess how Loring had sav ed her life. "He is a splendid hero!" cried she, with her usual enthusiasm. "Am I going tn marry him? Well, I guess!" On tho following day she repeated Hie story to the girls. "Bull?" laughed they. "farmer Tucker's hull? Nonsense! Farmer Tucker's bull was tied up in the barn. It was a cow. Vou city girls don't know a cow when you see one!" But Stella would not be cheated or teased out of her cause for rejoicing. "I know one thing," said she. "What la that?" "Osbert is a hero!" A Wise 0!d Dog. A pretty anecdote of a dog is given to Sir C. J. F. BunbUry's "Diaries and Correspondence." It was told by Sir George Napier. When the British army was in the south of France after the battle of Toulouse, Sir George and several oth er officers visited the house of a gen tleman who had a very fine dog, a poodle. The dog had been trained to receive food only when offered it by the right hand, and the gentlemen amused themselves with testing his steadiness in this respect and found that ho constantly refused to take bread from the left hand. But when he came to Sir George, who. having lost his right arm, of course offered the bread with his left hand, the dog loo 1 .- cd earnestly at him and accepted the bread. Then the other officers tried to deceive him by disguising themselves so as to appear to have lost the right arm, but the dog's sagacity was not to bo ballled, and lie steadily refused to take bread from the left hand ex cept from the one who was really one handed. One of Pope's Puns. "We were talking of the amazing wit of I'ope, who was often at Mawley. though much ofteuer at our neigh bor's, the Blounts of Maple-Durham, where there are such line portraits of himself and T'atty Blount. One day Sir Walter's father was in his com pany and talking of punning. Fope said that was a species of wit so triiilngly e:isy that he would answer t> make one <>u any subject proposed offhand, when a lady ia the company id. 'Well, then, Mr. Pope. make one keelhauling.' lie instantly replied, madam, is indeed putting a man •• a hardship!' Keelhauling is ing a man under a ship. What a .v.uay invention mast the man have had! One could hardly have found a more crubhcd word to exercise the punster's faculty." Diaries of Mrs. i'owys. 1750-1 SOS. A Nice Friend. "You're a nice friend to have! Why didn't yon lend Ilorrotighs the sovereign he wanted?" "Why should I?" "To snve ine. You must have realized that he knew if lie didn't get it from you he would from inc. You've prac tically roblied me of that amount."— London Telegraph. Criminal. The religious editor was struggling with the query, "Is it a sin to play poker?" After much pfnverfnl con sideration he wrote tho following reply: "Yes; the way some people play It."— Philadelphia Press. Work Ahead. Farmer Bentover—l've Just heerd that the Wldder Diggs has married her hired man. Farmer Hornbeak—Then, by Jolly, he'll have to climb down from the fence and goto work.— Puck. NOTES C.M DARNITZ RIVERSIDE . COKHESPONDEKOC ! SOLICITED U/\ & ' 1 : INCUBATOR CHAT. A poor incubator is a temper tester. It beats a baby for keeping a man up nights. Say your prayers often if you've bought a bargain. Some incu bators improve on acquaintance; oth- > er3 arc advertised improvements that j do not improve a man's morals. Rut i beg pardon! Of course you have se- j cured a first class machine and set it with good eggs in a well aired room where the temperature stands at 65 degrees Now for a short chat. The hot air machine warms up soon er and fluctuates less than the warm water incubator. Same with brooders. Then there's no water tank to till, melt when forgotten nor leak. Before you run for the tinner put a handful of chop in tho tank to stop the leak. They use it in radiators. It's good plug. If you happen to have a poor regulator you can keep the thermometer at 103 degrees by simply increasing or lower ing the tlame, but don't forget that a flame in a newly tilled lamp will rise of itself, so tie watchful. When the eggs warm up, remember that their animal beat increases, and as the chick develops there is more heat un til the last week, especially in warm weather, the heat from the growing chick will some days run the incu bator. Running a hatcher with damper up Is oil waste. A smoking lamp is dangerous, if not a charred wick, a poorly fitting chimney, bad oil, dirty burner or a chimney shoved too tight ly into the flue, the flue Itself may be clogged with soot or stopped with some obstacle. If you cannot prevent it. throw the machine out. To sell a secondhand Are hatcher is a capital crime. Don't go crazy if the heat oc casionally runs above 103 degree . About the best temperature is 102 de grees to 103 degrees the first week, 103 degrees'the remainder. When the ther mometer hangs up it should be a de gree higher. We have seen tho heat at 115 degrees and a good hutch followed, but to remain at that point long means baked eggs. The hatching temperature is between 100 degrees and 103 degrees. When the heat is higher than 105 de grees, take out the eggs, cool and roll them and adjust the tlame. A good incubator is not a trickster, and we never have such things to worry us. In cooling eggs the time of turning is sufficient for the first week, ten min utes the second and fifteen minutes morning and night of the third. Mark the eggs with an X. Turn tho trays end for ind the second day. Begin ning with the third day, turn the eggs half over morning and evening until they begin to pip, about the eighteenth day. They will hatch too soon if you run your machine too high or drag along if you run a low heat. Neither Is good. The latter will stick chicks in the shell. You will forget some times. We left a tray of eggs cool two hours last summer, yet they hatch ed. Wo left an incubator door open till the eggs got cold while tho chicks were picking the shell. Got a good hatch. Wonders will never cease even if we are dumb :> <1 have good forget ters. So don't if If something like that happens and throw the hatch out. You can tell by a test when the eggs get hot if they are pretty well devel oped. They'll wiggle In the shell. Don't let some of these Incubator in structions scare you. The more rank some machines are the more particu lar and extensive the code of rules to run them by and the more loopholes and technicalities for escaping a re fund when the smash comes. Watch that thermometer. If tho sil ver thread is not solid, but keeps di viding, throw It out. An air space in that thread may make a little speck at the end you overlook. You may run one point at 103 degrees, while tho little spoek is the real end and roast ing your chicks at 110. Some sprinkle the eggs with warm water the eighteenth day. We use the machine with the big wet sand tray, and it does dandy. If you have a ma chine like ours, you don't have to rock tho incubator cradle all night. DON'TS. Bettor be late in hatching than never get a chick. Don't forget that a guinea is an irre pressible hawk alarm Keep one and be convinced. Don't expect every egg to hatch a chick and every setting to bring six prize birds, Greedy! Don't set heavy liens on thin shelled eggs. Croquet balls are more suitable. Set lnedini:. sized chicks. Don't act the lull in the china shop among your China geese. It will jar the egg production. Cochln-Chinas know better. Don't forgot to set your best cluck I on those turkey eggs. You want some thing bon ton to raise birds that bring bon ton profits. Don't imagine that the earliest pul- j lets are the best winter layers. Solo- j ■noil says, "There is a time for every thing under the sun." That means pul- j lets. Leghorns hatched before April | molt before December and don't lay winter eggs at all. DO TRY AGAIN. When the hens refuse to lay And there's nothing seems to pay And you'ro sad and mad and blue, Don't' forget tho old refrain Just to try and try again, For you'll get there If you do. When tho clucks mash all the eggs And sit upright on their legs And you're mad enough to swear, Now's tho time to hear the strain- Brother. try. oh. try again; Just try and you'll not despair "CHICKLETS." If the mother hen has been properly dusted, she and the chicks will come off the nest without lice. As nits I iiuieu in two weens, oust ner again •• i ' liuie, but remove her from the chicks | for thirty minutes, for the lice not kill- | ed would be chased off onto the peeps. I When the chicks creep under the hen the bugs will creep off the chicks. You make a mistake in feeding chicks be fore forty-eight hours have passed. They have not digested the yolk which they absorbed before breaking the shell. Thus you gorge them, and they die with white diarrhea. Beinember they ship day old chicks 1,000 miles without feeding. They ride clear from "WHERE'S MT BROODER?" London to Berlin without a crumb and never mind it. Give them water and grit at once and keep them on dry floors for two weeks it you do not want gapes. The brooder chick should start with out lice, but some poultrymeu never fumigate the brooder or set it in an infested place. The greedy English sparrows often carry lice to the peeps and in return carry off tlio feed. These lousy pests steal half the feed on some plants, and back yard fanciers lose more. Thanks to our big tiger cat, who snoozes with one eye open out among the brooders and on the wire pons, we lose no feed to the pirates. Before Tom came we set up a stuffed owl among the pens. The sparrows, robins, catbirds, chippies, wrens auU cherry 1 Irds gatln red In the plum and ox heart tree* and did some tall cirss in* and threatened that long eared owl with dire calamity; but, more faithful than the majority of policemen, he stood to his duty, and not even the cackle of a juicy hen tempted him away. And the birds fled. FEATHERS AND EGGSHELLS. Don't be surprised that the poultry man asks fur cash in advance, lie does not know you any better than you know him, but it is to be hoped that you will not know him worse aft er he knows you better. "Does thunder kill chicks in the shell?" Answer: Does it kill chicks in the shell to tire off a shotgun right be side a nest? We've done the latter, and the eggs hatched. "Is thunder a million miles away worse?" Thunder ation! No! The Audubon society is after the cats for killing the birds and wants a bounty put on them. Don't care if they do kill off the cat chicken killers. Say, are all the members of that society marrle.l? Must be. They certainly do beat the cats. Many of our poultry friends arc keeping fox terriers. They are holy terrors to rats, minks, weasels and skunks. An Indiana crank declares his two bobtailed pups can lick an elephant. Bats! Males are selling at $10; females, $5. The clamor of the claimants for the credit of originating the dry feeding method is greater than that of sacred writ where seven women laid hold of one man. I'.ut Aristotle (354 B. C.) discarded It because his ancient hens got fat and lazy. "Mother, may I go out to swim?" asked little Willie Drake of his hen ma. "No, my darling drakle. You will get the curls i'i your pretty tail spoil ed, the life guards are not on duty, and tills Philadelphia water Is neither boil ed nor filtered." Tadpoles! The rascal who kept nonlaying culls to sell rank eggs for spring hatching when any old featbe* bed lays got it where the hatchet caught the rooster, lie formerly had a bonanza, but high priced grain and nonlaying culls knocked him out. May his tribe great ly Increase—down there. The farmers are sprucing upon tur key stock. Buy the best, and they'll do the rest. Prices for birds descended from fifty pound gobblers and thirty pound liens: Old toms. $lO, .915. $25; young toms, SB, $lO, sls: hens, old or young. $5, SB, $10; breeding flocks, four and five liens, $35, sls, SOO. Seems high; but, oh, my, what bronze beauts! Will some of our farm and town friends tell us why they keep mon grels Instead of thoroughbreds? Bead this: In November, December. January and February fifty White Leghorns laid 1.030 eggs and fifty mongrels laid 305 eggs, a difference of Gl!s eggs. They were housed and fed alike. A Leghorn ate 85 cents' worth of feed for the year and a mongrel 03 cents' worth. Which pays? Better wake up. Falling Behind. He used to waltz divinely well; With grace he twostepped, too; He was admired by every bell And danced tho evening through. But now no maiden ever deigns On him to cast a glance Becansa he Is too old to leam The New Barn Dane*. Time waa, and not so long ago. When he was much besought. Bo graceful that the maidens oft To bo his partner fought. But now he's out of date and sad. No longer stands a chance; He was not acrobat enough to learn The New Barn Dance. Ah. me. how soon we lose our power, How quick we fall from grace! dne day supreme. the next we find A younger has our place. One day tn fortune's smiles we bask; Tho next—sad circumstance— WsYe shelved because we failed to learn The New Barn Dance. —Detroit Free Press. Stranger—This village boasts of n band, doesn't it? Besident—No; we Just endure It with resignation. LOOKING AFTER TARS How Seamen's Society Watches Over Uncle Sam's Sailors. REACHES TO FAR CAPE HORN Not a Man Lost Through Shore Leave by Battleship Fleet tri Its Long Cruise Around South America—Many Letters Sent Home From Society's Coast Stations. That the 15,000 sailors of the United States battleship fleet were slipping a ions the far coast of South America, hale and hearty, with ever an eye to aid borne folks, was reported in New- York city the other day. From their five branch stations ■ilong the route about the Horn the workers of the American Seamen's Friend society are sending to head quarters the news of the eventful days of shore leave in which Uncle Sam's sailors swarmed ashore to their quar ters for sight of a good American face and the rare chance of a quiet smoke, a talk and a long letter to the fo)'" at home. Stamps, souvenir postal reading material from home and stack, of letter paper are exhausted at thcso branches, the society's officers declare, and thousands of carefully scrawled missives have left their writing rooms for homes in every part of the United States. ' At Kio tie Janeiro, Montevideo, Buenos Aires and Ilosario, where headquarters for sailors have been maintained for years by this organiza tion, the navy tars have been wel comed. entertained and piloted pretty clear of the shoals that li" particularly foul of the course of the sailor hi for eign ports. Human life, vice and bad liquor are valued cheaply in some of these South American towns, and it hard and often fatally witli the piste g man if he gets into the haj#B* Of the natives. Not even his iiuniform has saved many a jacUy from bodily harm in remote quarters of such cities, and today the workers of the society throughout the lower continent feel relieved and gratified that the fleet has finally stood off toward its own shores once more with nil the tars aboard and alive. From lilo de Janeiro a report recent ly reached New York telling of the ad vent of the Yankee sailors there. With other local organizations the American Seamen's Friend society's branch at New York organized a constant enter tainment for the men of the fleet. An information bureau was equipped, to which the sailors went on their arrival to have their money honestly changed and embark on excursions conducted about the place for their benefit. Ev ery square foot of the rooms of this station of the society was packed each hour of the stay of the battleships by the American crews, smoking, yarning or reading and writing home letters. Ik'fore the squadron weighed anchor n large meeting of the men was ar ranged by the society's workers. On the river Plata the society had three stations ready for Admiral Evans' men. Here everything was thrown open to the visiting sailors and their path kept as straight as possible. The iilo i.ly violence of the crimps of Ito sarlo and this entire region has fallen on many a defenseless seaman in the past, and after seven years of hard effort the workers of those branches have only just succeeded in becoming a bu ITer between them and the visiting sailors. That the American jackies left Buenos Aires in good Order is rec ognized as a welcome result of the long campaign. To the friendly offices of this as well as the other branches of the American Seamen's Friend so ciety the navy tars had been commend ed long before they sailed by old friends in the active branches of the organization at the Brooklyn navy yard and Newport News. Five large institutes of the organiza tion will be on the lookout for the men of the fleet when they touch home soil again at Seattle, Tacoma, Portland, As toria or Port Townsend. There are Rome forty-five of these branches keep ing watch over the sailorman all over the world, the officers of the society Bay. That such close touch could have been kept of the Pacific fleet in Its continent girdling cruise is regarded by them as a good test of the work. Open Air Checker Contest. In Colorado Springs, Colo., there is a little group of men who like outdoor exercise—of a very light nature. So they take a checker or domino board to one of the many little parks there and play, no matter what the stato of the weather, just so long as it Is not snowing or raining Almost any day will find the little group of men with benches drawn close together and all intent upon the game, not seeing the many strangers who regard them curi ously as they sit there playing their daily game. The games, cold weather or warm, In the little parks have aroused much in terest in Colorado Springs. The cham ber of commerce of the town has taken the picture of the men and will use It in a circular advertising the climate of that country. Huge Silver Tray. A gigantic tray of solid silver has recently been made by a firm in Lon don for an oriental potentate. The tray Is seven feet in diameter and is said to be the largest ever executed. It was in the hands of the workmen for over a year. Senator Whyte's Fear of Mystio 13. The late United States Senator Wil liam Pinkney Whyte, Maryland's "grand old man"and venerable states man, stood In horror of the mystic 13 and particularly Friday, the 13th. Once when al>out to seat himself at the din ner table he noticed that he would make the thirteenth person and told those already seated to proceed—that he would wait awhile. The reason for his hesitation being suspected, his granddaughter said: "Why, grandpa, sit down. With me there are only twelve and a half." After this sally the grandfather laughingly assented. It may have been fate that decreed that his last Illness should havo come on that Friday the 13th of which he ■tood in fear. _____ j WHEN BEN CAME HOME. \ "By LESTER VOSE. 1 \ Copyright, 1907. by llumcr Sprugue. \ Vesta sank wearily upon a shoe box and gazed forlornly about her. The last of the packing was accomplished. The Inst nail had been driven home into the shoe box, which contained the books that were to be kept out for the new home. The rest of the beloved library remained la the cases, gaps showing where the selections had been made. The corner of the lower shelf had been the resting place of the blue and 6llver "Pilgrim's Progress" ever since Vesta could remember, a book to be taken out Sunday afternoons nnd car ried to the gentle mother, who patient ly explained time after time the mean ing of the fascinating woodcuts. There was a very large gap where the encyclopedias had been. She had bought those with the eggs and butter money. As her eyes roamed over the artly filled cases she could fill every p from memory. And as it was with the books, so was with the rest of the household be- ! longings. Here and there a blank cor ner reminded her of some familiar ob ject now stacked in the wood shed Very little was to be shipped, for the way was far and freight rates were high. Tomorrow the neighbors would gather and John Berwin would hang out the red flag. By nightfall the j house would be emptied aud its con tents scattered through the farmhouses for miles around. Tears came unbidden to Vesta's | eyes as she looked about. Her earliest j memories were of the homely living ! room with its rag carpet and the com- j fortable rocking chairs on either side j of the stove In winter or standing in J front of the north windows in summer, ] when the double sashes were takei | down and the wind blew through the j house, softly scented by the blooms from the orchard on the other side of | the well kept fence. It was the only home Vesta had ever | known. It seemed to the tired girl j that she could never learn to love an other half so well. i ntii her mother's death Vesta hatt | been shielded from all troubles. After she had come lmck from the little o burial ground on a hill she had found occupation and forgetfulness in hoi efforts to make her father forget his loss. She had even refused to marry Ben Folsom because she had consid ered it her duty to stay by her father and comfort him in his sorrow. Ben had gone west and she was left more than ever alone. Then had come that terrible day, a year and a week after her mother's death, when her father had driven into the yard with Sadie Connors, who had been teaching school over at the corners, and had announced his marriage. Vesta tried to learn to love this gaunt, bustling woman, whose every ' trait was the antithesis of the woman : whose place she took, but the new Mrs. Brewster bad repulsed every ad vance. She hated young persons. She , had married to be rid of them, and she treated tlie stepdaughter with scant courtesy. The ways of the household were amended to suit her radical tastes The old rockers were sent to the attic as too old fashioned and two upholster j ed monstrosities had taken their places. J The other memorials of Vesta's mother | quickly followed the rockers to the | garret, and the bouse was completely ! changed In appearance, as were the oc j cupants in their attitude toward each j other. And now even the old homestead { was to be given up. The fertile farm was to be sold and the household goods to be auctioned oft. Sirs. Brewster had decided that t!i" northwest offer ed greater opportunities for her hus band. aud they were to move to Mani toba and start afresh In the wheat lielt. Mrs. Brewster bustled into the room. "Come and eat some supper," she com manded. "Don't sit there looking as thoUL'h YOU were too wonl.- <•-> I've done twice as much as you have today, and I got the supper, too, but j I don't look half as tired as yon dc. | Stop mooning here In the dark, an«f j come out and have a cup of tea." "I don't feel like eating," answered j Vesta, the sobs rising in her throat. To this woman the abandonment of | the home meant nothing. She could not understand what it meant to the girl. Mrs. Brewster turned away. "You'll bo hungry by and by," she said sharply. "There'll be some cold things in the pantry, but I'm not going to make any more tea." She hustled out and left Vesta to her self. Wearily the girl rose from the box and left the house. She could hear her father laughing and joking with her stepmother, and the noise of mirth fell offensively upon her ears. The dusk was deepening todsrti *nd the air was chill, nut »e»ui u.<» the ueed of u shawl. She wandered down the road, past the white Kate to the little bridge that spanned the creek. Here she loved to lean upon the rail and watch the sunset over the fertile fields. The sun had long since dropped below the hills, but the girl's over wrought imagination could conjure up the scenes of the past. She leaned upon the rail and looked out across the fields, now bristling with the frost kissed stubble. She could see again the glories of the waning day. She could almost hear a voice whispering In her ear. ller hands clutched the rough bark of the wood as in memory she lived over that night when she had sent Ben Folsom away because she thought it her duty to remain with her father and console him for his loss. She thought of the sharp faced woman who was sitting opposite him at the kitchen ta ble discussing their new home in the west, and then she thought of the gen tle faced woman who still lived in her daughter's heart, if not in her hus band's. So lost was she in her thoughts that she nqver heard .the quick tread of an approaching pedestrian nor heeded his < presence until a brown hand closed' over her slender fingers. "Did I startle you?" demanded Ben as she started back with u cry. "1 was on my way to your house. I got In this afternoon and heard the news.. l)o you want togo to Canada, Vesta?" "I would rather die," she murmured ! passionately. "It Is like a second! burial togo away and leave mother up there on the hill all alone." "And your father?" ho asked gently. "Do you still feel that he needs you; more than I do?" "How much do you need me?" she * demanded shyly. 1 "So much that I have come almost; ! across the continent to ask you again : I if you will marry me," he declared.; j"I have done well out west—far bet-S I ter than 1 anticipated. I can buy the'' 'farm. Perhaps we can arrange with j : your father to buy the furniture, too,; j and—we will make a new home where j , the old one was. Are you willing, § j dear?" I "Not for the sake of a home," saidi ! Vesta softly, "but because you want -' j me, Hen, and—because I want you, too, dear." ' ( Delicate Odors From Hairpins. 1 Have you had a faint trace of seent-j ed hairpins in your neighborhood? No':| | Well, keep open your weather eye or| I your better nostril, for a report conies j ! from Paris that scented hairpins' i are the latest novelties in a hairdress-j | er's window. The knob at the top of j i the hairpin has a spring, which at al - slight touch releases a tiny spray of< I perfume. "The idea is always to in-'j ' sure absolutely fresh perfume," says) I the hairdresser. "We have found that j I a scent, especially when delicate, is* ! likely to become stale after it Ims been! \ exposed to the air for a couple of? ! hours. Nothing is more aggressive} than perfume in that condition. It is I i easy lor a woman togo through the] j motion of patting her hair or replacing! a hairpin, and that is all that is nec-i essary to release the perfume. These I i scented hairpins are made in gold for' j blonds, tortoise shell for brown liair. dark combs for auburn haired women' and stiver for gray locks." A Bid Shot. ( ' A hot Ilea (led Irishman accidentally] insulted an equally hot headed French-* ! man. who insisted on fighting :i duel? I with the Hibernian to wipe out the' j slight. The Irishman suggested that; j the two of them should each draw aj card from a pack, and the one who I drew the lowest was togo into an ad-; j joining room and blow his brains out.J | The Frenchman demurred at first, but' j finally fell ia with the idea, and tlie • two opponents drew out the cards, one 1 of which was bound to carry death in its wake. Tlie Irishman drew the low-j est card, and, with a smile, ho charged* his revolver nnd betook himself off to, a small anteroom to complete the trag-f edy. Presently a loud report rang out,' and the white faced people rau wildly to the little anteroom, fully espectiug to see the Irishman a gory corpse. In stead he came coolly along the passage to meet them, and as they stared wou deringly at him he cried: "Begorra. Oi missed meself:" Peculiar "Cure Stones." Occupying an isolated position on the moors about five or six miles above Penzance, in Cornwall, a peculiar trio I of stones is to bo seen. They are ar- I ranged in a straight line, the two out | side ones being four feet high and up ' right, while the center one is a little lower, but lurch wider. In the last' mentioned there is a round hole large' enough to admit of n man passing through. This pile is known as the "Men-an-tol," or "holed stone." Popu lar tradition states that any one crawl ing through the hole in the center stone] j will be forever immune from rheuma-' i tism and allied complaints. In times j gone by the country people used to ! bring their children to the holed stone and tiass then through.—Strand Mag*- tv-ware of no man more than thv | self.—Terence. ' ( aßnrsv! A Sellable TIN SHOP Tor all kind of Tin Roofing, Spoutlne nnd Ceneral Job Work. Stoves, Heaters, Ranees, Furnaces, eto. PRICES TUB LOU KST! QMLITY TAB BEST! JOHN HIXSON NO. 11# E. FRONT ST.
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