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 . 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 —' 1 i - t -v. :-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 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. - v **»oce