SHELDON'S
mUSEIEEPEII,
A Wager and What It Won For
the One Who Lost.
By HAROLD BTRONQ LATHAM.
{Copyright, 1909, by Associated Literary
Press. J
"I speak from experience, Stewart,
and 1 say most emphatically that It i«
Impossible to secure an all round sst- J
Isfactory housekeeper."
"What's troubling you? Has that !
latest and most hopeful one of all de- j
parted ?"
"Yes—today. She drank."
"Another one in view yet?"
"No, and how I wish there never had
to be! They're all alike."
"Oh, pshaw! You're a pessimist."
"Well, they are —housekeepers and
"women in general; good to look at— j
eonie of them, anyway—but that's aa
far as they go."
"Hold on there, old man! Just re
member that you're talking to one who
IT WAS WHILE SHE WAS DUSTING THE
BOWKS IN THE IiIKIIAHY.
has lately taken unto himself a spouse.
You aren't fair. Y'ou pass judgment i
upon the whole sex when all that you
really know about them is what you
have learned from the few whom you
have hired to work for you."
"I'm judging from all the women 1
that I ever knew. My mother died
when 1 was n baby, and I have no sis- ;
ters. Just look at the girls of my set.
They dance and sing, but what earthly |
thing are they good for?"
"If that is the case it is about time
that you made some new acquaint
ances."
"Seeing is believing with me."
There was a pause in the couver- 1
sation. The two men were season- I
iug their argument with periods "of!
thought and smoke. They were good \
friends, though differing widely in ma- !
terial circumstances and usually in |
•convictions. One, Frank Sheldon, was |
rich and single; the other, Stewart Van
Cleate, was nther poor and married, j
Both e young. The silence, which j
had lasted for several minutes, was I
finally broken by Van Cleate.
"Humph!" he said, drawing his pipe j
slowly from his mouth. "I've got an !
Idea."
"How unusual!" Sheldon laughed.
"My wife is dying for a piano," the
other went on, paying no attention to
tho raillery, "and 1 think I see how to j
get her one."
"Wish I saw how to get a house- >
keeper," came lazily through the to- j
bacco smoke in reply.
"The two things are connected in
my idea. Y'ou say women are all alike
and that it is impossible to hire a
good housekeeper. I dare you to back
It up with a bet."
"A bet! On a housekeeper?"
"Yes."
"Well, fire ahead. What is It?"
"Simply this—that 1 can produce a
housekeeper who will prove entirely j
satisfactory to you and that aunt of
yours who lives with you."
"What are the terms?" Sheldon ask
ed abruptly.
"If I win you buy me a piano. If I
lose I pay the girl's wages. Is it a
go?"
"Indeed it la. I've got to strike out
upon the housekeeper market again,
and if you want to make an employ- •
ment bureau out of yourself I'm sure
I don't care. Ilut you'll lose."
"Don't be too sure of that. But, by
he way, there must be a time limit
t. this. Y'ou might like her, but Bhe
to >it not like you, you know. Sup
mlg' we say that she is to stay for
pose # c( »ks, longer if you want her
three j p orsua j t . i ler to do so."
to „ ll^"Te(| l But, really, I'm awfully
sorry foNyou. I hate to see you lose," j
Sheldon said In mock concern.
"You'd better spend your time visit- i
in« the piano dealerß," the other re
torted good liaturedly.
Two days afterward "the girl" put
in her appearance and was hired, Shel
don transacting that, business himself,
for he had learned by sad experience
that where servants were concerned
the more his too exacting aunt could
be kept in the background the better.
"The girl" was at first shy and ;
doubtful about her work, but day by
day she grew more skillful until, at j
the end of the third week, Sheldon was !
forced to admit that she realized Ills
highest Idols. And then he fell in
love with her!
It was while she was dusting the
books in the library that he asked her
to be his wife. lie had hardly begun
his fervent avowal of love when she
Interrupted him.
"Mr. Sheldon, I cannot let you go
on," she said and turned ner fact
away from him. "What you ask la
Impossible, or at least—oh, I cannot,
I will not, say anything more! See
Mr. Van Cleate. lie will tell you that
I, that we, have been deceiving you."
With that she hurried out of the
room.
Sheldon was very much bewildered
at her actions, but ho lost no time in
going in search of Van Cleate. In leso
than an hour he returned.
He found "tho girl" in the hall jusl
ready to leave. He took her by the
hand and led her to a seat and then
sat down beside her. He did not speak
for a moment, and when he did h!»
voice was very low and gentle.
"Dear," he said, "I love you all the
more now, my plucky little housekeep
er."
"You know, then?" she asked.
"I know that you, besides lx>ing ttw
best girl that I ever knew, are the
sister of my most intimate friend
Stewart Van Cleate. Tell me, why did
you do It?"
"Yon said that women were only'
good to look at."
"And it was that remark that did tt
all?"
"Yes; I wanted you to see that there
were women who were good for some
thing, and then," she added bashfully.
"Stewart told me of your bet, and 1
wanted him to win that piano."
Sheldon smiled. "He certainly has
won," he said. He took her hand and
continued: "Once there was a fellow
who was neither very good nor very
bad, but he had a great dislike fot
women. He had never been fortunate
enough to meet one that he could re
spect through and through, and so he
had grown to believe that there was
none who came up to his ideal. But
one day, quite by chance, there came
into his life one whom he saw to be
the realization of his dreams. lie j
knew then that his opinions were nil j
wrong. Marie, I can't goon this way |
any longer. You are the one woman.
Y'ou have restored my faith. Will you J
be my wife?"
He caught her to him, for he had;
read her answer in her eyes.
It was not until two weeks later.!
however, that he was allowed to put j
the ting upon her finger, for she had
argued that it would be better fot i
theni to meet under conditions to which
they were both accustomed and in theii
proper social spheres.
The lights were very low ill the Van
Cleate library on that happy evening,
and two chairs were very close togeth
er. What was said was spoken sc
softly that no one could hear. Bui \
finally the two came out of their se
clusion and went into the parlor, where ;
they found Mrs. Van Cleate seated ai 1
a new and shiny piano, happily play
ing.
"I made yon lose your bet," Marif
whispered.
"But I won a wife," Sheldon replied
lovingly.
TRIBUTE TO GILDER.
Magazine's Appreciation of Poet Who
Was Its Editor.
Tho C'eutury for January Inn tribute
to the late Richard Wntson Gilder. for
twenty-eight years its editor in chief,
will say:
The keynote of his character was lov
alty. This trait pervaded every relation
of his life llko a sustaining and inspiring
atmosphere. To his famllv and his j
friends, to his editorial and other business
associates, to his social and civic obllgn- ,
tions and, not least of all. to his art, j
which remains his most individual record,
he was loyalty itself. Nor was this a
weak or blind Impulse of goodness; rath
er It was a discriminating faculty of giv
ing generousl> what was due to each,
based on his delicate sense of proportion j
and appropriateness. The call of duty j
was to him Imperative, and no man since
James Russell Lowell, at whose death ho j
seemed to receive a consecration of civic |
ardor, has more faithfully held up the j
highest Ideals of American citizenship.
In this work and.in fact. In all the mul- j
titude of his philanthropic activities his j
influence and example have now become r
a heritage to his country.
Another note which runs through his
life, his editorial writing and his poetry—
a note that deepened with the advance of
years—is that of personal responsibility. '
He felt that Institutions were. In the last
analysis, merely men and that ours could
he preserved only by the virtue and al
truism of the Individual citizen. The
scorn he felt for those who were willfully
recreant to their political duties was like
that of a soldier for a deserter. Ills hu
mility and self efTacement gave sincerity
to his appeals to the best In every one.
}!e had the keenest sense of noblesse
oblige, and in all his spiritual and beautl
f I verse there Is nothing more expressive
01 the chivalry of his life than these lines,
ti:e aspiration of which he embodied in
h..H career:
When to sleep I must
Where ray fathers sleep;
When fulfilled the trust.
And tho mourners weep;
When, though free from rust.
Sword hath lost its worth-
Let me bring to earth
No dishonored dust.
An Ibsen Memorial.
The admirers of Ibsen have a proj
ect to acquire the apothecary's shop at
Griinstadt where Ibsen was appren
ticed from 1844 to 1850 and restore it
to its appearance at that period as a
memorial of the author of "Iledda
Gabler." The appeal sent out states
that the old house of the apothecar;
Relmann still exists, and it is almost
In the same state as when Ibsen dwelt
there. Almost all the fittings still ex
ist and can be purchased. The whole
place, the shop, the laboratory and the
rooms, will certainly prove of the
greatest interest, and the committee
expresses the opinion that future gen
erations will be grateful to those who
have prevented the house and Its sur
•oundlngs from falling to decay.
HUNTING TRIP IN AIRSHIP.
Latham Carried His Gun There and
Bag of Game on His Return.
Hubert I.atham performed a sensa
tional feat In his monoplane the other
day..He was invited by the Marquis
de Pollgnac, president of the commit
tee on aviation, to join in a hunt at
fierrii, near Hheiuis, France. Latham
went thither from his aviation garage
at Mourtnelon, a distance of about
miles. In bis Antoinette mon
o|ii«se In Just half an hour, lie took
a double barreled shotgun and a sup
ply of ammunition with him in the
aeroplane.
lie landed at the Jlarquis de Poli
gnac's shooting box, breakfasted with
the party, took part In the hunt and flew
back to Mourmelou four hours later,
carrying on the monoplane not only
the shotgun, but also the bag of game,
mostly pheasants, which he had killed.
Great interest in the feat was shown
by the hunting party. The members
of it wore watching for Latham, and
the monoplane was made out while It
was still far away. It appearod very
small when first scon, but rapidly grew
larger and soon was above the heads
of the huntsmen. I.ntham made two
circles before ho chose a landing place
and then came down easily and landed
without tho slightest trouble. It was
citnost sunset when ho started on his
return Journey.
The Chimney Climber.
Quoth Ranta Claus, "I'm getting fat.
Anil, though I'm not a churl,
I think the person for this J«b
Would be the hlplesn girl,"
—Harper's Bazar
WILLIAM WATSON'S VISIT.
British Pott Has Come to America to
Face His Critics.
A poem has created almost an great
r stir in Kngland as the much talked
of budget, The author of it is Wil
liam Watson, the famous poet, and his
112 verses have mysti
fied and a tigered so
many people that he
has beeu talked of
and criticised all
over Great Britain.
In f#ct, he has been
criticised even In
this country for his
lines, one writer at-
Lu*llsh author to
Adoerlca to demand
hus. Asyunn. a retraction.
The poem that b«» created such a
sensation Is entitled "The Woman
With the Serpent's Tongue," and the
first verse Is as follows:
Sho is not old. she Is not young.
The woman with the serpent's tongue, |
The haggard cheek, the hungering eye.
The poisoned words that wildly tly.
The famished face, the fevered hand.
Who slights the worthiest in the land,
Sneers at tiie just, contemns the brave
And blackens goodness in its grave.
Many declare that the poem Is direct
ed tit Mrs. Herbert Asquith, wife of
the prime minister of England, but
this the author denies. Other names
of prominent women are mentioned in
tills connection, and thus the storm
grows. Another poem in reply to Wat
son's verses was written and publish
ed recently by Kichard Le Gailienne,
entitled "The Poet With the Coward's
fw w
1
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Mtt. AND MRS. WTtjLtAM WATSON.
Tongue," and he is the writer that the
British author has come over to see
regarding an apology.
Mr. Watson is a big, powerful chap,
clean shaven, broad chested, square
shouldered, a believer in physical cul
ture, who walks or runs Marathons
dully. He is clever with his bauds and
fit as a fiddle.
It Was Mistaken Charity.
The athletic girl had been out in the
woods taking pictures, and at evening
she started for the car. wearily lug
ging the camera and tripod. The cars
were thronged with workmen return
ing to their homes, and she had to
wait some time before there came one
with even standing room inside. She
pushed her way across the platform
and just inside the doorway. The legs
of the tripod rested on the floor at her
side, and she was trying to brace her
self against the door when a woman
who had been sitting in the corner
suddenly rose from her seat and gen
tly but firmly pushed the young wo
man Into it. with the remark, "Now
you sit right there, you poor thing!"
The girl remained seated passively
and looked puzzled for a moment.
Then a dull flush covered her face.
"How awful!" she thought. "That wo
man saw the tripod legs and thought
they were crutches. She thinks I'm
lame." Then she shrank back in the
seat and tried not to show her face.—
Exchange.
The Nerve of a Boy.
"Speaking of the nerve displayed by
small boys." said a man who had a
trip through the southwest, "reminds
me of au Incident that occurred in tho
Santa Ana mountains, in southern
California. An eleven-year-old boy, a
member of a family making their way
to the coast, left the camp early one
morning to stalk deer. He found
tracks and had followed them until he
was five or six miles from camp. In
reachiug up on « rock he disturbed a
huge rattlesuukc that was sunuing
himself, and the suake without warn
ing struck, wounding the boy on the
middle finger of his right hand. Know
ing that uuiess prompt action was tak
en the wound would prove fatal, the
| youth placed the linger over the muz
zle of the gun and pulled the trigger.
Making a ligature above the wound to
stop the flow of blood, he killed the
snake and walked back to camp, where
ho fainted. The finger was blown oil
close to his hand, but lie recovered."—
Exchange.
Mot Appreciated.
Apropos of the "delusion deep rooted
in the minds of innumerable voters
that a man can only lie 'putting up tor
parliament' In order to better himself
[ one way or another" and that no sacrt
-5 lice lias to be made by the candidate
j there is the speech that was by
| Sir Kichard Temple, who had returned
j poste haste from his duties in India,
arriving after his own contest had be
gun. Sir Kichard used words to the
I following effect, "I have traveled S.OOO
miles and surrendered £5,U00 a year
for the privilege of representing this
great constituency," but the proper
sense of his generosity and public
spirit was entirely marred by a re
mark from a loud voice In the crowd,
"Oh, what a - fool you must be!"—
lan Malcolm in Coruhill Magazine.
Money and Politics.
In his reminiscences of Urover Cleve
land George F. I'arker tells a story of
the prodigal expenditures in politics.
A rich man who had been uibbling
at the Democratic nomination for gov
ernor of New York asked William C.
Whitney's advice. This is the advice:
"Of course you ought to run. Make
your preliminary canvass, and when
you have putin s»mj,ooo you will have
become so much interested in it that
you will feel like going ahead and
spending some money."
WHITE r'LAGUE WAR. I
i
Billboard Fight on Tuberculosis to B«
Nation W-de.
Preparations have been nearly com
pleted for a natloni'l Sl.ihio.ihk) poster
campaign against tuberculosis, which
will he substantially supported by bill
posters and pertains interested In the
ever growing fight with the disease.
The National Association For the
Study and Preventlou of Tuberculosis,
the Associated Hill Pouters and Dis
tributers of America and the Poster
Printers' Association of the United
States have united In the distribution
and putting up of large posters 7 feet
Wide by 0 feet 4 Inches high. Three
•smaller posters which will be put out
are labeled as follows: "Remember,
j consumption kills one In every ten In
j this district," "Consumption can be
prevented" and "Cause of consump
tion." Each of the three smaller post
ers has rules Inscribed for the preven
tion of the disease.
The campaign Is an outcome of the
! last convention of the billposters, at
which time a resolution was adopted
granting free of charge to the National
Association For the Study and Preven
tion of Tuberculosis space on all the
billboards controlled by the organiza
tion, located In '',.100 towns and vil
lages of the United States.
The national association was con
fronted then with the dilllculty of get
ting funds to print the posters and was
aided by (lie poster printers, who of
fered to do the printing free. Paper
manufacturers then were appealed to,
and this resulted in enough paper be
ing secured to start the printing of 15.-
000 posters. The sketches for the de
signs were solicited from artists in and
around New York.
Through the generosity of the differ
ent groups the national association is
able to inaugurate one of the largest
blllposting campaigns ever undertaken
by a philanthropic organization. Phil
P.. Jacob, assistant secretary of the as
sociation. says that 1.000.000 posters
will be pasted on billboards in every
state of the Union. The posters are
designed to show graphically how con
sumption can be cured and prevented.
It is expected that the poster cam
paign will stimulate interest in every j
locality lu the United States for the {
prevention and cure of the disease, i
The association intends to put out i
other designs later.
Association members argue that per- J
sons who should take an interest in j
the campaign against tuberculosis are i
j not attracted by small pamphlets upou j
! the subject, so must be attracted In
! this "'rikiug manner. The undertak
| ing has necessitated a large outlay to
| cover mailing expenses.
BATTLESHIP OF CONCRETE.
One Is on El Fraile Island at the Moutli
of Man'la Bay.
One of the most uuusual defensive
works in the world has been erected j
by the war department on El Fraile j
I island, one of the four Islands which 1
| form a chain across the mouth of Ma- j
I tiila bay. All these Islands have been
j strongly fortified in order to prevent
' a foreign fleet from entering the bay.
| Ou El Fraile island has been built a
i fixed battleship of concrete having two j
| steel turrets lu each of waich are |
' mounted two fourteen-lnch guns.
I These turrets can be trained in auy
! direction by the gun crew inside.
The original plan for the fortification
j of El Fraile contemplated the enlarge
- ment of the Island, which is small
| aud narrow and the establishment of
an ordinary fort. This plan, however,
| was abandoned in favor of the con-
I crete battleship, which has been prac
tically completed. The fourteeu inch
guns mounted in turrets ou El Fraile
are operated by the general fire con
trol station on Corregidor island.
The artificial concrete ship Is about a
hundred feet wide and 1,200 feet long.
Walnuts Growing on Oak Trees.
j The superintendent of public in
| struction of California. Edward Hyatt,
t returned recently to Sacramento from
San Andreas, Calaveras county, where
' he found walnuts growing ou oak
| trees. The experiment is being con-
I ducted successfully by E. M. Price,
j who has a large number of new spe-
I cles about his home. The nuts, ac
| cording to Hyatt, grow about three
times as large as the cues lu the mar
kets. The product is the result of con
siderable experimenting. The grafting
Is done by cutting the limbs of walnut
trees anil grafting them into stocky
oaks.
A CAUTIOUS SCOT.
The Elder's Search For a Strictly Or
thodox Minister.
A Scotch elder who did not believe
■ that his own minister held strictly
; orthodox views wished to have his
babe baptized, but would not risk Its
! spiritual welfare by having him per
j form the rite in any heterodox man
| tier. So lie walked to another town
! only to find the minister he sought was
1 away fishing. The next one he was
; directed to had gone hunting. Filled
with Indignation, he said to his com
[ panlon;
■ "We'll gang to Maister Erskine.
I That godly man will no be fishing oi
| hunting."
So he found the bouse, but as he ap
| proached it he heard the souud of mu
: sic. When the servant lassie opened
I the door he remarked to her:
"Ye have compauy the night. 1 hear
the fiddle going."
"No. na." she answered, blushing.
"Roblu could tia play like you, but the
minister aye fiddles a bit afore he goes
to bed."
The good man went away without
making his errand known. No minis
ter who played the fiddle could baptize
his bairn, so he went back to his own.
who neither fished, hunted nor played
forbidden music, and let him name the
child.—Eondon Spectator.
, Oddest Parasite In Creation.
The royal Bengal tiger Is Infested
with one of the strangest creatures
that ever lived. It is said to be a fact
easily demonstrated or proved by one
who has access to a zoological collec
tion that the web of the foot of tigers
of the above named species Is inhabit
ed by a bloodsucking lusect about the
Size of a common Ilea which is n per
fect counterpart of a tiger in every
particular, shape, claws, tall and
stripes Included.
MISS PAUL'S CASE.
An American Girl Imprisoned In Eng
land For Helping Suffragettes.
Holloway prison in England has been
much in the public eye since it became
the scene of tile militant suffragettes
"martyrdom," audit promises to be
come almost as well known in this
country as some of our famous jails
now that an American girl Is confined
there. She Is Miss Alice Paul aud is
undergoing a month's Imprisonment at
hard labor for breaking the stained
glass window of the guildhall on the
occasion of the lord mayor's banquet.
In this case the English suffragette
leaders have taken legal advice about
applying to the American government
to Intervene for the protection of one
of our citizens against prison violence.
Like the other imprisoned suffragettes,
she went on a hunger strike after be- j
Ing taken to prison and for eight days
was forcibly fed.
The hunger strikes of the fair pris- |
ouers have made as much trouble as i
anything they have done in the way
of baiting parliament, by compelling |
their jailers to feed them by force, j
with the alternative of permitting |
thotn to die from lack of food. The '
object of the starvation demonstration j
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:-FXU|4-M )(<#:" ■ .
MISS PAUL'S CELL IN lIOLLOWAY JAIL.
is to show the world that they are
willing to die for their cause, as tneu
have shed their blood in the cause of
liberty. What men have done they
could do, not in a violent bloodshed
cllug way, but by the more lingering
find romantic process of an empty
stomach. Parliament was expected to
rise as one, man and declare If they
) were willing to die fur it they deserved
suffrage and demand the release of the
prisoners before they succumbed, but
the more practical jailers spoiled the
program by means of what is lenowa
In prison and hospital circles as "forced
feeding."
AT J. P. MORGAN'S COMMAND.
Vast Banking Capital and Resources
Controlled by the Great Banker.
; The enormous banking capital and
resources controlled by J. Pierpont
Morgan, the uoted financier and bauk
er. who recently bought the stock of
the Equitable l.ife Assurance society
l held by Thomas F. Kyau. who pur
chased the Equitable's stock coutrol
from James Hazen Hyde In June.
! 1905. are shown lu the following table:
' Equitable Life Assurance so
j clety Wrt2.000.000
New York Life Insurance com
i pany 657.000.000
i National Hank of Commerce.. *44.000.000
First National bank 154.0<W.000
i Guaranty Trust company 100.000.000
Mercantile Trust company 75.000.000
J Equitable Trust company C 2.000.000
; Hankers' Trust company 45.LU0.000
' Astor Trust company J7.000.000
i Total 11.749.000.000
j Commenting on this financial deal, a
| leading New York paper in an edlto
i rial says:
1 "What J. Pierpont Morgan bought
j from Thomas F. Ryan was not a ma
jority of the stock of the Equitable
I Life Assurance society, but the privi
lege of controlling over $400,000,000 of
other people's money. The Equitable
stock that Mr. Ryan originally owned
could pay only $3,514 iti legitimate div
idends under the 7 per cent clause In
the society's charter. Mr. Ryan paid
James Hazen Hyde $2,500,000 for this
opportuuity to earn $3,514 a year.
I What Mr. Morgan has paid to Mr.
i Ryan Is still a secret, but Mr. Ryan Is
not in the habit of selling anything for
I less than he paid for It.
I"The Morgan Interests have long
I dominated the New York Life. Now
with the assets of the Equitable in
I their possession they wield what is
probably the most tremendous finan
cial power concentrated in the bauds
• of any set of private individuals in the
j world,"
DOU::U SUNSET.
Curious t|Jc.tacle Saen at Times In
One apot In c-Oyland.
[ A very curious astronomical phe
! nometion o> curs in the heavens at a
certain time ot the year which can be
witnessed only by standing in the par
ish churchyard ot Leek, lu Stafford
shire, England.
| From that position the top of a
j mountain known .as the Cloud Ijreaks
j the line of sight and fully intercepts
I your view of the setting of the suu.
{ This mountain is six miles distant, as
I the crow flies, from the town of Leek
and owing to its peculiar formation
causes the sun when It has entered
that sign of the zodiac known as Can
cer, which happens when we are about
halfway through the year, to produce
the strange effect of setting twice
daily.
The flrst time that It sets the town
sinks Into darkness, and the Inhab
itants light up their bouses and shops
in the usual way. Presently dawn suf
fuses over the town, clear daylight
follows, and artificial lights are put out.
At the second setting of the sun
darkness sets In for good. This phe
nomenon cotitinues for some days.
The head and shoulders of the dis
tant mountain Intervene Just at the
Juncture when the sun at the flrst set
ting drops behind the top or head of
the mountain. There he hides for some
time and emerges again from behind
Just below the head and throws day
light out upon the locality once more,
when he again sinks behind the moun
tain's shoulders and finally sets behind
the horizon.—Stray Stories.
Lb ut\i i u ... iin
A Search That Happi
ness to Two Loving Heario.
By FANNIE MEDBURY PENDLE
TON.
ICopyrlght. 1909. by Associated Literary
Press. J
John Bennett lucked at his watch
and yawned wearily. It was two
hours lie fore the east bound train would
leave Chicago. With an expression of
boredom he strolled leisurely up the
street, his eyes straying listlessly from
Bide to side. He had the air of a tnan
whom life has ceased to interest.
The hurrying crowds met and passed
him. A pretty, fair haired girl brushed
by, and he glanced at her with the
quickening of sudden Interest, then his
face settled into its former expression.
Every light haired woman he had
met for the past two months had
gained from him that quick look. It
had become a habit with the man,
but he looked in vain for the face of
Evelyn Chester.
They had met In Denver the latter
part of the winter and had become en
gaged. She was traveling with her
mother ar.d father. The latter was in
the last stages of an illness.
Finding no relief In the western cli
mate. Mr. Chester had suddenly de
cided to return east by easy stages.
They had no permanent home, and Eve
lyn, in view of this, had promised to
write as soon as she had arrived in
New York.
Weeks slipped by, then months, and
still no word from Evelyn. Bennett
had at last started east in the hope
of getting some trace of the Chesters.
The thought of Evelyn and her un
accountable silence was so constantly
In his mind that the sight of every
fair haired girl stirred his heart with
a forlorn hope.
On his way up the street he had
reached one of the moving picture the- j
atorluras. and, thinking that he might
as well kill time In one way as an-1
other, ho entered.
The performance had begun and lie ;
listened half heartedly to the illus
trated song, tils thoughts still on the
vanished Evelyn. Had she repented
of her promise to him? Ho could uot
believe that. Had she been swallowe j
up by some dreadful trouble? He must j
find her.
Bennett raised his eyes to the can |
vas. The song had ended and a pano-1
ramie view of the Massachusetts coa?>
SHE Sl'liANfl TO HER FEET WITH A MTTI-I
BOBBING CItY.
followed. He watched the irregulat
shore line, the boats, the quaint vil
lages and towns, the children enjoy
ing their summer playground by the
sea. Then there flashed to view a bit
of beach. Two girls sat by an old boat
that was half buried in the sand
Their faces were turned toward him
there upon the canvas, her wistful
eyes gazing straight into his own, waf
the lost Evelyn.
He sprang to his feet, then as hur
Tiedly reseated himself. The view had
pnssed, and he doubted the evidence ol
his eyes. Had he reached the polnl
where every pretty face looked like
the girl? lie pulled himself together
He would see the view again.
There was no mistake this time
The girl was Evelyn Chester beyonil
a doubt. Again he allowed the pic
ture to pass without noticing the face
of her companion. Once more lie
waited through the interim.
When the view flashed out he was
rewarded, for the features of the other
girl were decidedly familiar. The fact
was not as clear as Evelyn's, but II
was certainly a picture of Claude Ayl
mer's sister. Eileen, and the Aylmers
lived in New York. lie had uot seei
Eileen for two years, but the clew was
worth following up. Bennett left tlie
place with hope In his heart.
lie made some inquiries of the man
ager of the theater, but the man could
tell him only that the reel was one
sent to the regular circuit and that
the pictures had probably been taken
that summer.
Two days later found Bennett in
New York. He would hunt up Eileen
Aylmer, and If she were not the girl
In the picture he would seek through
every town on the Massachusetts
coast for news of Evelyn.
The Aylmers were occupying their
cottage on the Hudson, and Bennett
took the first train for their home.
Their cottage lay on the outskirts of
the village, and a few minutes of brisk
walking brought Bennett In sight of
it. As he mounted the steps of the
broad piazza Claude Aylmer pounced
upon him.
"Why, Bennett, old man,"he cried,
"how good of you! I thought you
were In the wild and woolly west."
Bennett shook hands.
"I don't want you, Aylmer," he
cried. "I want your sister."
"Great snakes, tnan," he exclaimed,
"don't try any Lochinvar stunt on the
banks of the historic Hudson! Be
sides, Eileen's engaged."
There was an atucsed laugh from a
tall girl In white, who roso from a
hammock and came forward with
hand cordially outstretched. Bennett
UILJ
regarded her with silent anxiety, then
bin face brightened. She was surely
the girl of the picture
"What nonsense, Claude," she cried.
"Mr Bennett isn't dangerous—at least
he wasn't formerly. He wouldn't
carry off a bride to be from the midst
of her astoulshed relatives."
"Miss Aylmer." cried Bennett, "do
you know Evelyn Chester? For
heaven's sake tell me."
Eileen laughed. "Know my college
chum!" she exclaimed. "Know th»
girl who is to be my bridesmaid in two
weeks! Well, rather."
"Where Is she now?"
"She and her mother are spending
the summer in a little village on tho
Massachusetts coast. They went there
to be quiet after her father's death. I
■pent a week with them two months
ago. Why, Mr. Benuett, what In the
world Is tho niatti*r?"
Jack Bennett had sunk down upon a
chair, his face very white, and had cov«
ered his eyes with his hand.
Then the story came out, and Eileen
was greatly Interested.
"Isn't it romantic!" she cried. "Eve.
lyn has been so unlike herself all sum
mer—she Is usually the brightest, most
cheerful girl in the world—but ol
course I laid the change to her father's
death. She cried when 1 asked her to
be tny bridesmaid. It is all some un
fortunate mistake. Well, It will soon
bo set right. She won't fly away bo
fore tomorrow."
It was lato afternoon of the follow
ing day when Bennett walked down
the strip of beach that he had first
seen pictured 011 the canvas in Chi
cago. He had found Evelyn's mother,
who had bidden him seek the girl la
her favorite haunt on the beach. As
he advanced it seemed to him that
every object was fixed forever upou
his memory.
Some distance ahead he caught the
gleam of a woman's white gown. It
was Evelyn. She was seated by Ihe
old boat, gazing out to sea with a
world of wistful sadness in her eyes.
She did not hear him until he spoke.
"Evelyn!"
She sprang to her feet with a little
sobbing cry.
"Jack!"
Three days later, In the midst ol
their wonderment as to what had be
come of the letter that Evelyn had
written nnd that Jack had never re
ceived, the following note arrived, and
with it the lost letter:
"Mr. John Bennett," It ran. "Deat
Sir—l'ardon the unintentional delay ol
your mail. 1 am John I. Bennett; you
are John J. Bennett. By mistake your
letter was held for me six weeks In
Denver. Very truly yours, J. I. B."
"So I should have found you aftet
all," said Jack thoughtfully.
"Yes," answered Evelyn, "but it
would have been three days later, and
the days have been so long."
Jack drew her head against his shoul
der and looked down Into her eyes.
"Dear." he said tenderly, "1 wish I
could shake hands with the man who
saw in you a good subject for a mov
ing picture."
Scriptura! Carving.
A Scriptural method of carving fowls
when In secular company was claimed
by a witty clergyman who, having been
asked to carve one day, said, "lnas
j much as you demand It,l will carve
• the fowl according to Biblical princi
ples." "Yes," exclaimed tU» liootcoo.
"act according to the Scriptures." The
theologian therefore began the carv
ing. The baron was tendered the bead
of the fowl, the baroness the neck, the
two daughters a wing apiece and the
I two sons a first Joint, the carver re-
I tainlng the remainder.
I "According to what lnteniretation do
j you make such a division?" inquired
I the host of his guest as he regarded
I the clergyman's heaping plate and the
scant portions doled out to the family.
"From an interpretation of my own,"
I replied the clerical wit. "As the mas
( ter of your house the head belongs to
' you by right; the baroness, being most
I near to you. should receive the neck,
| which Is nearest the bead; in the wings
] the young girls will recoguize a sym
bol of their noble thoughts, that fly
I from one desire to another; as to tho
I young barons, the drumsticks they
i have received will remind them that
j they are responsible for supporting
| your house, as the legs of the capon
I support tbe bird Itself." London
1 Standard.
Early Earrings.
Tbe earring Is not a modem inven
tion, for more than twenty centuries
ago the daughter of Aristotle wore
goldeu hoops. The philosopher's daugh
ter's earrings were found In her tomb
near CbalcK In Euboea. by exploring
archaeologists, and certainly modern
I workmanship cannot produce their
equal. In each golden hoop swung 1
tiny dove, with precious stones for
eyes and bauds of minute gems to
give the color of tbe Iridescent breast
1 and wings. The feathers were of gran
j ulated gold, and tbe tail feathers were
j so marvelously wrought and adjusted
j that they acted like a balance, as in a
I living bird, so that the exquisite tninla
l ture creatures whenever the wearer
j moved or laughed or tossed her head
I would move and balance themselves
1 upon their pendent perches.
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