THE TWO ROSETTES. And the Falsehood That the Maker Told About Them. ■ y AQN Ra Q. BROUAN iroprmt*, IWO. hf American !>•»• Ann ctellon J An I wiJlnl ap ih» lardtn path !>• twe«\n the »tI(T ro*i ot darning holly holm I mw Gertrude's grandfather sitting on the l.ratula Ha greeted me with bli delightful air of old time gallantry, and 1 changed my pnrpoae of joining the gay throng In the olil fashioned drawing room and dropped Into a chair at his aide. I wna Mtlll wearing my quaint little automobile boii not. and my face Unshed with pleasure nt the admiring light In lila One old eyes, but I «n« aoon to learn that It wan not my faro or my bonnet . hlch had evoked hla approval, but an awakened memory from the long ngo. And then the old soldier told this simple story: The girl who had v.otn the Uowcr wreathed bouuet must have been beau tiful Indeed, with tier rosy cheeks and bright dark eyes and the black curls, which bobbed coquettlshly Just above the two rosettes which were placed upon either side of the bonnet. They were fashioned of forgetmenots—these rosettes—with a rosebud center In each, and when her youthful lover bade her farewell r.s be went to an swer his country's call It was the for get inenot rosette which he begged us a keepsake to carry away to war. "When I look upon It I shall seem to see your face." he said. Aud the girl clung to him. "Bring it safely back to me." she besought him. "I shall always be waiting for you." It was this promise which gave him courage through all the privation and unspeakable horror of war. Far away In a peaceful little village the one girl would always be waiting hopefully for his return and when he could look Into her eyes again. Well, he was wounded at last and lay sufferiug upon the battlefield, try ing to endure silently the racking pain until the doctor and nurses might come to his relief. He wondered dully if they would be In time, and then the one girl's face seemed suddenly to appear before "IT IS TOD I WANT. LITTLE NUH.Hg." him, laughing from the depths of her bonnet. She had been gay and happy always, he remembered. Would It grieve her now to learn that he would never come back. Yet she must know. He aroused himself with a great ef fort and turned blindly toward a man who lay half reclining upon the ground "There's n little keepsake in my pocket," he said haltingly, "and If all should be up with me I'd like you to send it to it girl in llampion town with a message." The other young man leaned for ward and vlth swift and gentle lin gers drew forth the crumpled knot of forgetmenots. He stared at It unbe lievingly for a moment and then laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh to hear. A nurse working near by looked up, ptortled at the sound, and then waited, listening: "See here," the man said presently "A girl In Hampton gave you this at parting—promised to be faithful and tree, waiting for you at the end. eh? You see, 1 happen to know all about It, for there were two 'true lover knots' upon that bonnet of hers, and I guess I can match you." With an exclamation he threw a sec ond rosette upon tbe ground, where the incongruous bits of blue and pink so exactly alike lay between them. The wounded lad grew white to the Hps. "You inean that she"— he whis pered. Then the little nurse approach ed. With steady gray eyes she regard ed the Injured men and sank upon tier knees before tbe one u hose strength was fast faljlng. "TVell," she asked Ift a crisp, busi nesslike manner, "whet can 1 do ftir you T' "The best thing you can do now, nurse," he whispered hopelessly, "Is Just to let me die." "Nonsense.'" tbe girl replied. "Would yon surrender so easily, general?" She smiled as she bestowed tb« nama upon him and was already at work with her bandages. Her gaze fell ap parently for the first time upon the rosettes, and she gave a start of sur prise. "Why, I declare," she said—"to think that I should find In tbls dreadful place pieces of my own handiwork]" "Tour work?" cried the aec who » had tossed them there. will tell you about It," she ex "if you promise not to speak " She looked anxious!; « pale face beneath her ien -flashed a warn in? gmnce m tti* man Him DM apnaen "I have nfim Keen y«tl both la Hampton," »he •«!«!, "tl»e general her* aa be f*em In and fro each 4nf. ' aad fitu. Mr MeeHH, »V»n om *•! »<1 la tawi» *fy niir- i •>« tfce |p • ' mlMMicr* store si Hie r§ «rr' el- -o I , am al«« n qiintiind «l n }•• ir « r ei | lienrl* I am m»t nitre they w.-'t'l hate been pleased however. bad they I known that I duplicated fhe rm>eiie* U|»n their bonnet* It «a« almo*l the I laat work I did before volunteering m a nurse If I ever have a sweetheart,' ■he added. "I hop* that ba will not be ao ready to doubt me. And now," • tie naked of her patient, "ara yon more comfortable?" Hla eyea wera shining. "Tea," he anawered. "thnnka to yon." And a* they l>ora him awny the nurae amlllngly slipped the roaette bark Into fhe blua coat po ket. The other man rtither nhsmefni edly replaced hi* own. "llne.sa lin about ready to fight ngnlti," he anld. "You aoon will lie," nhc replied lientlliig over him. A* she passed through the ro*\j< of cot lad* In the rudely constructed ho« pltal ii few days afterward a weak voice called to her: "T.lttle milliner." it said, "would yoll write a letter for roe to—to the girl at Hampton?" She turned quick!,! "Yea, general." she nn*wered In her brisk wny. The sick man Watched eagerly fot her coming each day, and the steady 1 light of her clear pray eyea seemed to calm and sooth as she bint over the ! cot with a cheering word "I am discharged, little milliner," lir said one morning. "It is to be home— on a furlough." The nurse laughed unsteadily. "And you will see the face in the bonnet?" she said. lie left the place one moonlit even ing and turned to look back nt the slight figure of the nurse framed in the doorway. Her face gleamed Willi j a white radiance beneath its muslin cap. The picture remained with him j throughout the Joyous welcome which followed his arrival at home. Ellen , was there to meet him. She hud I grown even lovelier, he thought, hut as ho lingered on Idly at her side lie ! was conscious of a growing dlsnn- j pointment In the girl he had loved. He reproached himself at the realiza tion that lie was eager to be away then squared his shoulders and drew » long free breath. "I am going back." he told her. "I ' must be in the midst of this fight" i He prepared for departure In a fe- I ver of Impatience, and then at the , last moment came the glad news, her aided from tongue to tongue, that the | war was ended. The young soldier listened dazedly , to the rejoicing oC his companions j and as the train which was to bear 1 him away clanged noisily Into the sta j tion lie swung himself onto the plat- i form and waved a goodby. He must tind the little gray eyed j nurse. He must see her just once | more. As lie ascended the hill leading ' up to the camp hospital all was bustle j and confusion, and at lust, wilh a ' great sigh of relief, ho espied a white j clad figure coming alone down the j pathway. "Oil, little milliner." he cried. "1 j feared that you had gone!" She drew back, startled at the sound j of his voice, then smiled. "l>o you j not know that the war Is ovei. gen eral," she asked, "and our work hen j Is finished?" "1 knew." he answered, "hut ) hail to see you again. If only to say good by." The gray eyes regarded hliii s>rl ously. "And the face In the bonnet?" she questioned "J bare given my word," be salt' sadly. "I must return to her." Then the nurse motioned him ton sear at her side. "T have a confession to make." she began. "Remember Hiai "all Is fair lu love and war,' so ■when 1 found you and Robert Merrill side bj side upon the battlefield—you fntitllj wounded, ae 1 supposed—well. 1 (old a lie about the two rosettes, hoping ti make it easier for you to die. ensiei for hiin to live. The bits of forgecue not were fashioned by my hands, it IN true, but both were sewed upon fc'.l len Richmond's bonnet." She paused. "Will It grieve yo>i now to learn that Robert Merrill has tened back to marry her the momen that peace was declared?" But it was certainly not grief thai shone from the young man's eyes a he leaned toward her. "It Is you I want, little nurse," he begged. "Will you go home with me?' She sat white and smiling in the golden light of the setting sun, an«l then— The old soldier threw back hi white head as though he were listen ing to marshaling music. "Did she marry him?" I insisted. Ills laughter rang out like that of » boy. "You shall see," he answered and raised his voice to call "Mother!" A little old lady who had been sit ting at the farther end of the lawn nrose In answer nnd eame toward us. Her gray eyes shone undimmet* through the fifty years. "Yes. general." she said. England's Greatest Mine Fire. The most serious colliery fire ever known in Britain was undoubtedly that \vbkh broke out at the Tawd \a.- ley mine, near Preston, Thou sands of pounds were speiu In trying t > get the flames under control, but t i > overcame everything and cons'.iMC 1 some millions of tons of coal. A ten feet lu thickness was built roui.,l the affected purls, but the boat cracked the masonry nnd brought It down <i» faut as it was rebuilt. However. In 1897 the river Tawd overflowed li«: banks and went pouring down into the mine. No fire could withstand such nn immense volume of water hurled upon It, and. although the tlames extended for 800 yards, they were quenched after having raged for a quarter of a century —London Tit-Bits. National Traits. It takes one hour to know a French man, one month to know a German and almost « lifetime to know an Eng lishman-well. -Rome Corriere. It la ever true that he who does nothing for others does nothing for hlmaelfs—Goethe. HER COMPANY. A Passian For Mirror* Brings a Girl Good Luck. By MACK CLARfc KV'tM, i'l • hi »n n i t **•**- elation. | The great mittare house *at d<**nlate ly hack In the mid it of the neglected ground* and apnkr eloquently of the decay that had t- i upon the Wnyue fortune* Within the house Ml** Althen mired silently, n lonely figure, the la»t of the Wayne* Her meager Income atifflred to pny the I a ten on lhe houae aud to furnish her «llh modest clothing nod plnln food, ftoaalp said the cellars of the Wnyne house were *llll stocked with tixi|h- >nie pickles and preserve* thnl wer • n legnev from the better days of the family. The wine bin* In the coolest corner showed rucks of dusty, coliwobliert bottles, any one of which woultl have brought lis price for rarity and ngo hml Althcn desired to dispose of her heritage. The visitors who occasionally came to the Wayne house mid left their cards In the silver dish oil Hie hall table saw merely the small, siillly furnished r> ception room with lis white und gold furniture anil one or two good water colors. Altlica alone knew the rest of tie house. She cured for no one iti l.lMe Klvcr. and so It came lo pass that ie> one cured for her. The vails of the smaller tlrawin. rooms, the dining room, the inner ha! and the upper corridors and her own bedchamber were lined with mlrror of every description. I'liev had be ;i brought from every part of the house, and many dollars of her Income lim! gone lo add new ones to the crowded wulls. It was Althea's fancy to feel thai sin was not alone. Wherever slie moved among these rooms there were a dozen or so repealed reflections of her lull, slim form, with its crown of faded hair and her dark blue, wistful eyes. There was the sensation of being in u crowded room when she went lo and fro, and she liked lo see the figures pnsslug before her. It was a strung • fancy and a morbid one, but it was Althea's secrel. When the Wayne fortunes hud fallen with a crash Althea's declared lover hud quietly given her back her free dom and disappeared. She was glad of this-to know him :is he really wan t i|i "TOC MIST ritZL TUB NC.2D Ol" I.i.KtUVIH MKNT." —oiiil yet li:.* sho!> of disillusion h id left her \vi. i a sense of aunigon'sai toward ail men From her experience all men were Unaves. One glorious September morning Althea was imsv filling all Hie old blue bowls ill the house with gorgeous asters from the garden. A shadow passed the dining room window, and there came a sharp knock at the side door Altlica paused in her task, listening for a r< petition of the summons, her quiet mind revolving (he possibility of its being Hie r.roeer or the milkman, but us th s" purveyors to her solitude came and went from the kitchen en trance A 1"1 i il'dded upon a hook agent as the most likely visitant and moved toward Ihe door just as the knock was repeated, sharply staccato. Behind the wire screened door stood a man of middle age, garbi il in light gray clothes that matched ills thick hair. Alt hen noted the thin, lntellectu al face with its eager, boyish glance of brown eyes, the straight nose, the pleasant mouth, molded chin and fine, well kept hand that held his soft gray lint. "Miss Wayne?" he asked, with cu rious abruptness. "Yes," admitted Althea. Instead of the customary "Permit me, madam, to show you the greatest book bargain of the century," etc., the stranger snapped out another question "You have some antique mirrors for sale?" "No." Ait liea's voice wns as sharp as his own. His face lengthened. "Surely Mr. Deems, the rector, suggested tiiut I call upon you regarding antiques. I'm a collector." "So am I." said Miss Wayne dryly. "Mr. Deems assured me," began the man, with a puzzled glance over Miss Althoa's shoulder Into the room be yond where the mahogany sideboard glistened richly in the sunshine. Then his face underwent a slight change. "If it's a matter of price I am paying almost any amount, for what I want," he said, rather apologetically. "I am sorry, sir, but my furniture Is not for sale. I cannot understand why Mr. Deems should have sent you to me," said Althea stltHy "I'm afraid I rather nagged at him to put me OK the track of hkiden treasures until be mentioned your name In sheer desperation," said the stranger, with a rueful smile, as he turned away. "Pardon me for trou bling you, Miss Wayne, but I'm quite batty about antiques, and I'm filling my house down at Squaw Point with everything I can get hold of, provided it's genuine." Mlss Althea did not know the mean ing of "batty," but she did recognise zenulue rotrret in his tone. and a flint Mlt< test m.it tl tl»l Ukr I litws* Unin hef iwl ill-omit fmith >Mip (Ihioml down ai lit*' "nr«l ho hid Btvpn Imr •ml rend I li>> nn rre ''Pprtisfm 1 iMi kidiM like In Imk at •"tup >ft my fttrnihin, Mr l.tiklim, but II I* nnt for Mil"." lit"' Haiti. liltl'lllng "llldwd I llf I'fN li>*»rUlf. "TbP n«*«l thin* l« "welng the i iTrtM la looking ovpr llic fence, you kii"»," Althea Alitn'l know.for she ba4 nrti>r been t<> ii cirrus performance, but *h<* held Iho iloof «U|i' open, ami John liking entered, not knowing Hint hla coming broke the outer film of reserve which had Infolded the sweet woman for many year* Tln» innn turned and Imikisl wcnidw li»gly at thp mirror lined walla When In aaw the multlpllnl reflections of hla own forni lieslde that of hla host ma In- smiled with perfect understand Ing of thplr purpose "II diwan'l seem quite no lonely, you know," Althea found herself explala wtth n alight nod Intlrind t\» thronging reflection*. Then followed aeveml delightful hours, during which Mr I nkltig purred over llepplewhlte mid Sheraton ntnl pure colotiliil highboys mid lowlioys, folding card tables and work stands. Mi fan, four posters, mirror*, pewter nnd. lastly, n goodly Imnrd of china. Ho withdrew hi* gii/c reluctantly from n pre lons bit of copper luster to llml Altlieu hovering near with a tray containing bottle anil glass and a plate of fruit cake. "You must feel the need of refresh ment," she said timidly. lie smiled gratefully anil thanked her. hiding tils surprise at the label on the bottle. He poured a glass for her and llllisl liis own, and I hen, stand ing In tile dining room with the mirror lined drawins, room stretching beyond with Its throng of women and gray clothed men gathered as if waiting for his action, lie lifted his glass and bowed toward Miss Altliea. "To all of us!" he said with grave courtesy, and as Miss Altliea drank the toast there came Into her breast a strange little thrill—a quivering ex pectancy that she had not known in years. When John halting had gone, leav ing lier quite alone, Althea suuk into one of the great blue brocaded chairs in the drawing room and thought over till' events of the morning. Hours passed as she sat and dreamed until the lengthening shadows warned her that she had not lunched nor had she prepared to dine. Vexed at this departure from her usual routine of decorum, Althea shook off the glamour of the unusual day much as she might have discarded a gay opera cloak that chance had Hung about her workaday shoulders and prepared her evening meal. From that day Altliea's life under went a change. Things happened with astonishing frequency, and it was sur prising how quickly Althea Wayne adapted herself to new conditions. The day following .loliu I.akitig's visit ho sent Althea a huge box of candy, a guy, foolish box tied up with pale bluo ribbons and filled to the brim with delicious confections such as she had never sem. Auotlier day there came flowers—all the blossoms that she lov ed, and yet she had yever told him of her favorites Then there was a book on old furniture that lie brought him self. and another one on old china, and they spent hours reading them and tracing the genealogy of Althea's treas ures Once there came a brilliant motor car, panting breathlessly at the gate till Althea ventured forth 112 r her first ride in its luxurious depth-. The rec tor and his wife went along, too, and they rode down to Squaw I'oint, where l»aking's In dutiful eoloul.il h a.- • fron! eil the sen. into this bachelor abode Althea went with a delightful sense of expectancy. It was all like the owner clean cut and polish; <1 ami comfort able and homelike and appealing. Back In the Wayne house Althea felt the desolateness of her former life and turned the old place inside out to obtain new effects. She found herself puzzling over the Intricacies of mod em fashions, and she marveled at the growing beauty and elegance of the creatures that filled her rooms. They were uo longer pale and lifeless au tomatons They bloomed as Althea did, as the roses did. In the sun of awukenlng lore. At last Baking wrote Ills first love letter to Althea, telling her that he could not live without her and that he would come to her that night for his answer. Jn the soft H"ht of the candles she stood alone. Tier color was blue, and the pale folds of her gown swept to the rich Turkey carp"' She was sll alone at last. Baking paused in the doorway and looked at the hare walls where the mirrors had hung. "Whet'" are the pale Indies?" he nskeil with an attempt at lightness In his tone. "Gone," stiid Althea, a little regret fully. "They were ghost.--, and I was the leading spirit of them all." "And—you—Althea 7~ he asked, com ing toward her with outstretched hands. "Why, I—l'm alive now." faltered Althea, bending toward him. A Handy Snuffbox. A curious story is told as to how the Rothschilds supported Carafa, the composer. The latter was far from rich. Ills principal Income was de rived from a snuffbox. And this was the way of It: The snuffbox was given to the author of "La Prison d'Udlm botirgh" by Baron James de liothschlld as a token of esteem. Carafa sold it twenty-four hours later for 75 na poleons to the same jeweler from whom It had boca bought This be came known to Rothschild, who gate It again to the musician on the follow ing year. The next day It returned to the Jeweler's. The traffic continued till the death of tho banker and longer ■till, for his sons kept up the tradi tion, to the great satisfaction of Carafa. Cruel. Mrs. Benhatn—Erery time 1 sing to the baby he cries. Benham-He gets his ability as a musical critic from my side of the bout > New York Press. Prosperity demands of us mor« prudence and mod- ration than adver alty. A NEW REGIME IN COLLEGE It Started a Tide In the Affain of Matthew. By GUV WETMORE CAWHVL. (i opyrlahi, IWO. lijr Amvrtrea Pimi Asa* elation. I At twenty minute* to 4 on a certain February afternoon the blue eyea ft Matthew llaron opened to their fullest capacity, the heart of Matthew Hncon stood still for an Inatant and then be gan to pound with a vphameiice which threatened to anap off the butt is of hla waistcoat, and Matthew hli self drew a deep breath sad then said "Ondl" thp sole and seeming Insuf ficient reason for which reinarkntilo manifestations wns one white violet which had suddenly come to light be tween the pages of a copy of "Para dise Lost" In the library of Fuller uni versity. If was the first year of the coeduca tional system at Fuller, and students and faculty alike were still In the throes of self adjustment to the new regime. Matthew Bacon, 'Ol, president of the senior class, who in the early days of POll A MOMENT TIIEY HTAIIKD AT t'NB AN OTHER. his college career bad trotted over the cinder path at phenomenal speed and so into the esteem of Ills fellows, w:;s among the first to yield. He had made a practice of avoiding the society cf women, conscious of his own shor;- comings lti a social seuse. Now that it was forced upon him it was more disconcerting even than it he bad sought it of liis own free will. The term was fully a fortnight old before Matthew began to note essen tial points of difference. But the hab it of observation, once taken, grows like a weed, aud a week later, to his own intense amazement, he found him self watching at the semi weekly lec ture on literature for the entrance of one particular nigret It was a j black alcret. spangled with silver a;; I perched coquettishl on what Mattii -.. somewhat Inadequately doscrilK-.i himself »« a • lilg green liat." ixi lill.k fill ignorati e ol' the fait that there ...v greens and greens and that till-. . | clal greeu nun a soft dark emer;.. 1, , which hud nothing in common v. . ; the blatant untidiness of lighter tiuu j and was. moreover, most dis'raei jnc.lv becoming to the far- imderneai Ii 1 it ! there was no doubt In tils i :i'd aVait the face Itself Hven liis •:t,■ ..-lor.-d , appreciation l -aspod the fact that ;v. : el a week the most delicate eomplesn n • and the brownest eyes an I the soft- ;t , chestnut hair and the most bow!! br ing tip tilted tiose uud the sweetest | mouth In two hemispheres were set a rateil from him. in fact, by the width j of the class room aisle and mean! r- j Ically us far distant as Venus from I earth. Iler name. Miss Ayres, came directly j before his on the roll. When he discovered by Occident otw j day that she lived on Hamilton ave- I nue Matthew straightway and help- j lessly chose that most inconvenient ! and circuitous route to college. On- •> j only he saw her on the steps, aud then j she was talking with another man. and the stupidest man. at that. In the ! whole of Kenton City! Things went ou lu this fashion un..l i February, and then Matthew took a resolution. In his mother's conserve torles the violets were already lu i bloom. They were a fad of Mrs. Ii: con's, those big double white ones, an.! not to be seen elsewhere in Kenton, and her keenest pleasure was foui:' In the half hour which she spent eu. . . morning iu the violet house gathe: : tbo new blown flowers for her table i But she was a woman of perspieaci!;'. | was Mrs. Bacon, and when, very rod j In the face and stammering dasperrUe- j ly, Matthew requested her one m .ru- j lng to leave the plants untouched until ! his return from college that afteriio .ii j She contented herself with a <•:;!. i. I "Certainly, my son." which earned h.s • gratitude, while it excited his usti i. | Ishment "The mater hasn't an atom of curies | Ity." be Srdd to himself, "and thini!. j goodness! But ifs most surprising Us j a woman." For how coukl he be expected tore member, occupied as he was with weightier matters, that It wns become his custom to write "Natalie" on lilt o | ef paper, which he afterward carefully destroyed, first blotting them with ad- - mirablo distinctness on the writing pad in hla study? That afternoon he gathered every white violet in sight and, with some thing akin to instinct laid them loose ly together In a box w(th some maid enhair fern instead of arranging them in the Inevitably depressing form of a masculine bouquet. Then he sat in his study for a full hour, pen in hand and a sheet of paper before him, Jilt ing bis left thumb and staring at the parcel be had made. Finally he wrote *even words—"Will you wear these at lecture tomorrow 1 " Another liatf how of meditation fol lottfit, It lie end nf wltl< l> lllite lie Signed "An Adtnlr»>r" to hl« tint*, fullp ped II Into the lm«. Piinti'lu'il lip hla hat I ltd sallied forth. The eloeka »»«< striking Baa h* matched resolutely •p the »t«»|»»» of iti» Ayrea rmtdftw, looked th« servant wbn came to the d"»>r strrntr In the ey*. aald, with ■ Steadiness he had nut M|twtfd, "Col Ml** Natalie" *ml abruptly departed. Thrw hour* later tu> *an In lied. Willi the rovers In natonlahin * confusion, staring at tbe celling and applying In the person of on* Matthew lla<*on an Infinite TBrlety of tha moat nnftatter Ing epithets Imaginable. lie might hare known Itt Tha fol lowing morning In lerttire, wban In •tlnrt rather than actual perception told him tliat Miss Ayres bad taken her place arrows the Blslc. lie sum moned nil hla reaolutlon and looked at her, full and fair Hho was bending orer her notebook with an appearance of complete unconcern, and there waa not ao much ua the petal of a violet risible ntKiut her from top to toe! Thnt day waa celebrated In the nn nals of hla olnaa a* tliat of "Bacon's Great (irouch." lie was, as tils near est friends conceded, positively unflt for publication. For half the after noon, seated on one of the campus benches, he replied with acerbity that too frequently merged Into profunlty to nil remarks addressed to him. fie became lu abort order an ob.tect of derision. Groups RMtliered about tilm and from a nafo distanco bombarded hlin with sarcasm, as small boys throw peanuts at a caged lion—to make him roar. The climax was reached when the most Irreverent of bis tormentors exclaimed. "Who is she, Matt?" and all the others echoed the Inquiry with extreme relish. Then Matthew fath ered his books and himself together, and took his way gloomily to the li brary to the supplementary reading which the professor of English VIII had prescribed. It waa precisely seven minutes later that he opened his eyes to their fullest capacity, drew a deep breath and then said "Gad!" Intuition told Matthew the story in a word—she had kept at least one of Ills flowers! Her supplementary read ing was naturally the same as his. She had been in the library that day reading that book and to keep her place had left the violet between the leaves. The spirit of Matthew Bacon soared Instantaneously Into the sev enth heaven of delight. But she had not worn the violets as he had asked. She had rebuked him for the imperti nence of his anonymous letter. lie was a cad. And the spirit of Matthew Bacon plunged promptly into the neth ermost abyss of despair. For fifteen minutes, which seemed like as many years, he sat, with his temples iu his hands, gazing with un seeing eyes at the lines before him and telling himself that there was nothing left to make life worth the living Through Ills preoccupation he heard the voice of one of the library pages speakiug to a reader opposite to him at the table. "The librarian says he's sorry, miss, but Turradize Lost' is out. Here's the other book you wanted." In a lightning flash of thought Mat thew knew what voice it was that he would hear In reply. "Oh, dear!" said Natalie Ayres. "Well, never mind. This will do." A phrase from something be had read waa pounding in Matthew's ears, in fragments at first, finally In one connected whole, "There is a tide—in— In the affairs—ln the affairs of men— wh!' h—taken—taken at the fiood - ler.ds on—'ends en—loads onto for tune!" Hastily he tore n leaf from his note book and scribbled a message which would have been a credit to a boy of ten: Will you forfflvs my rudeness In send ing you that •tnanermous letter? 1 did It without thinking, and I'm terribly repent ent. tint I'm really all ripht. Indeed 1 am. end my mother knows vours I was tin der a kind or spell. MATTHEW BACON. Slipping this epistle between the leaves where lay the white violet, be returned the book to the loan desk and then went back to his seat -and spent an apparent eternity upon a rark of mental torture At the last moment the voice of the page, informing MUs Ayres that she could now have "I'ur radlse Lost," threw him Into a panic When he looked up it was to meet her eyes. For a moment they stared at each other, Matthew turning from pink to crimson and from crimson to white and the girl with an enigmat ical smile on hgr lies. "It your mother knows mine," she said presently, with nn air of severity, "don't you think you might goto the trouble of gutting a proper introduc tion?" Then she laughed outright. "I'm afraid your letter is what might be called a kind of a spell!" she added. After all, since the course of true love is destined never to run smooth, It is better that the bad bumps should come at the beginning rather than at the end. When, at the commencement of the class of 11)01, Miss Natalie Ayres wore a superb buncb of white violets people said that she must l>e a particular friend of-the Bacons And so by that time she was—a very particular friend! THE BIG DIPPER. It la the Hour Hand of the Woodman's Celestial Clock. The pole star is really the most Im portant of the stars In our sky. It marks the north at all times. It alone Is fixed In the heavens. All the other stars seem to swing around It once In twenty-four hours. But the pole star of Polaris Is not a very bright one, and It would be hsnl to Identify but for the help of the so called pointers In the "Big Dipper," or "Great Bear." The outer rim of the dipper points nearly to Polaris at a distance equal to three times the Bpuce that separates the two stars of the dipper's outer skle. Various lndbius called the pole star the "Home Star" and the "Star That Never Moves," aud the dipper they call the "Broken Back." The "Great Bear" Is also to be remem bered as the pointers for another rea son. It is the hour hand'of the wood man's clock It goes once around the north star In about twenty-four hours, the reverse way of the hands of a watch—that is. It goes the same way as the *iw— and for the same reason that It la the earth that Is going and leaving them behind.—Country Life iu America. A TARCOOI.ER FUNERAL. Wand Wm Sta-s. but Thay Vsns|«4 to Rig Up a Coffio In some of the milling dlalrlcta of Smith Aiiatrnlla there la n great ac#r rlty of Wood I 'oiisetpieiitly, If you are ao foolish as to die there you must not expect to have a colliti, but timat ba content to lie wrapped In a anrk l>ef,,rw being deposited In Mother I'nrth However, when n certain very prom inent resident of a mining caiop dIMt the other |K»op|o of tb • aettleinent—by the way. It waa called Tarcooler. though coolness waa unknown and Tarhotter would hare lieen a more suitable naiiie determined that b« ahould be burled In atyte. Ho they sat about getting a coflln They made 000 of a aort, placed n lid on It and laM It (with the def eased inside) In an empty tent for the night. Next morning the lid of the coflln waa missing It was afterward fonM that It had been atolen fo make the tailboard of a butcher's cart. However, In spite of this trifling loaa the funeral was conducted with grea* solemnity. The cotlln was much ad mired. It had been made out of the boxes In which the dynamite was sent to the mines. Some people might liavo considered that the obsequies were marred by the fact that the coIHn bore In large letters on one side the legend "Keep dry," and on tlio other "Stow away from lioilers." but that did not trouble the simple minds of the fxr eonl-'uns.—l.ondcin Tlt-Blts. WORSE THAN WAR. Infernal Regions of the Buddhists and Mohammedans. The Infernal regions of Buddhism are horrible. They comprise a great hell and 130 lesser hells. In these hells, according to the sculptures of the Buddhist temples, men are ground to powder and their dust turned into nnts and fleas nnd spiders. They are pestled In a mortar. The hungry eat redhot iron balls. The thirsty drink molten Iron. Isiainlsm says of the infernal re gions: "They who believe not shall have garments of fire fitted for them. Boiling water shall be poured on their heads and on their skins, and they shall bo beaten with maces of Iron." In the Scandinavian mythology, tha mythology of Odin and Thor, we are told that "in Nastrond there is n vast and direful structure, with doors that face the north. It is formed entirely of the backs of serpents, wattled to gether like wickerwork. But the ser pents' heads are turned toward the in side of the hall, and they continually send forth floods of "Venom, in which wade all those who commit murder or forswear themselves." Her First Poem. She was one of those soft eyed maid ens, sweetly innotent, shy and gentle. She was unaccustomed to newspaper offices, but. being ambitious, she man aged to find enough courage to try winning an editor's sympathy, sym pathy to be expressed by the accept ance of her poem. "I have here," she said demurely, "i\ little verse I've composed. I really don't know what you'll think of it Ton may not like it at all, but it's my first—that Is, the first I've ever writ ten for a newspaper-and I'd be very pleased Indeed if you honestly thought It was good." The editor ';e[>t at h'.< voric. now and then sco*\!i"r. 'mt « «t at the young woman e«: H!lj . "It's uli'-11 i iur-lii"n tripping o'er the lea," she continued. "Wli."t V.MS the trouble'" asked the man behind the p ;•<•!■ "Couldn't she lift her 112. efV"~ I'll .;idf>i|i!ilit Times Slightly Mixed, lie wasn't good at conundrums, but when his turn came to asl: one at a little social party he thought be could remember a good one he had heard. It was the old riddle: "Why Is a woman like the Ivy?" The answer, of course. Is the gallant explanation: "Because the more you're ruined tbe closer she sticks." But he got It mixed and asked: "Why Is the ivy like a woman?" None of the ladles present could give an appropriate reply, so he himself ventured this maladroit solution: "Because the closer it clings the more you're ruined." Something to Live For. Three little girls were playing. The mother of one came Into the room and engaged the children In conversation. "Marian, what are you going to be wheu you grow up?" she asked. "I aui going to be a famous singer." she replied. "And you. Susie, what are you to be?" "Oh, 1 am going to write stories when I grow up," she answered. "And what is Marjorle to be?" con tinued the mother. Marjorle. aged five, thought seriously a moment, nnil then said. "Well, I am not sure, but I think I'll be a widow." ■Trail A R.ellatol« TD SHOP Tot all kind of Tin Itooftnt* Spoutlnc nnd Conoral Jol» Work. Scoyoa, Hoatora, Ran«M t Fumaoea, oto- PRICES TIIE LOWEST! H6il.IT! TUB IKBT.' JOHN HIXSOIS KO. U« E. FRONT ST.
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