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Bottles only. $1.00 Size holding 2% times the trial size, which sells for 50 cents. Prepared by E. C. DeWITT & 00., CHICAGO. SOLD BY E. H. MILLER, Spies Early Risers The famous little plils. CUPID AT MARKET. They climbed the rocky ‘footpath that wound its way up the side of Stony hill, Miss Cullis leading the way and Brooks tramping along be- hind, silent and preoccupied. When they reached the summit the sun had gone down béhind the ragged line of hills to the west, and the low- hanging clouds were touched with crimson and ochre. Miss Cullis watched the kaleido- scopic changing of the tints for some moments and then turned to Brooks. “You've missed the best part of the sunset we've climbed up here to see,” she said. Frooks looked up from his triangles. “I was thinking,” he said, simply. “That,” said Miss Cullis, “is dan- gerous pastime. Not of your sims, I hope?” Brooks similed. “No, they weren't occupying any appreciable part of my thoughts.” “I'm afraid your thoughts aren’t ex- tremely pleasant,” she said, scanning his face. “I was thinking,” said Brooks, “that the stable didn’t bring as much under the hammer this morning as I had ex- pected, and that consequently I shall have to let the place at Westeroft go. I had hoped to hold on to that,” he added, rather wistfully. “Isn't there any way you can save it?” she asked. “I'm afraid I can’t honestly,” he raid. “You see, the slump in rubber left me in bad shape. “I think it's plucky of you to meet your obligations in the way you are doing,” said the girl, admiringly. Brooks shrugged his shoulders. “Those who dance must pay the fiddler,” he observed. “It is a shame you have to sell the place at Westcroft,” she said. “Well, after all,” said he, “it doesn’t matter so much now. It will take me years to get back on my feet again, and in my present condition the place is almost worthless to me. Still, for reasons of sentiment I should like to keep it.” “Perhaps you can get it back agam shortly,” she said, encouragingly. “I fear not,” said he. “You're going to begin all over again?’ she asked. “Yes. Next month I go out to Xan- sas City to manage Collins & Co.’s of- fice there It isn't much financially, but it’s infinitely better than nothing.” “I think you've taken it all very bravely,” she declared. “It’s not so much bravery as neces- sity,” he remarked, shortly. They were silent for a time. Brooks looked at the fading colors in the west, his firm mouth set almost grim- ly “The worst of it,” he said at length, “is the silence this sort of thing im- poses on a man. There were many things I had hoped to say this year that must now remain unsaid—per- haps forever.” He looked at her meaningly. She turned her eyes to the distant hills, and the faintest bit of color crept into Ler cheeks. “When I built the place at West- croft,” he went on, “it was, as I have raid. with a purpose. That purpose was a girl—a jolly, sympathetic girl. who used to ramble through the woods with me, and watch the sunsets from + There was something I had hoped to tell her this year, but, thanks to rubber, her ars will be spared my plaint.” He laughed unnaturally. The girl's color deepened, “Still,” he pursued, “I should like her to understand why I built the house, even though I have to sell it new. That is where this pauper busi- ness pinches,” he ended, bitterly. The girl was silent. He watched her narrowly. “Come,” he said, “let’s go down he- fcre I say anything else foolish.” “You haven’t said anything so very foolish,” she protested. “There’s the danger that I may,” said he. “I haven't the full sense of my gorgeous condition of bankruptcy as yet.” “You think,” she said, slowly, “that with the girl it is the financial condi- tion only that counts for or against you?” “No, IT don’t think that’ he said, heartily. “But having been at the mercy of the world before, I realize what it means—what a long, trying struggle it will be to get back again what I have lost. It is a sense of honor and fairness that keeps me si- lent. Come,” he said, suddenly, “let’s go down or even those two qualities won’t avail.” She stood still, and Brooks strug- gled to master a sudden temptation to ask her to come to him as he was, penniless and beginning life anew, He turned to the footpath. “It’s late. We must go down,” he said, grufily. They went silently down the path, the girl leading the way again. At the foot of the hill he laid a detaining hand on her shoulder. “Do you know,” he said, “all the way down I’ve been fighting a desire to tell the girl, despite everything.” Her clear: eyes looked into his. “Why don’t you tell her?” she said, quietly. Brooks turned away. . “What do yoy take me for?” he asked, harshly, ’ “For better or for worse.” said the girl, softly, her eyes on the last Bit of color that lingered above the hills. —Charles Graves. Among the new taxes suggested for Increasing the revenue of Sweden Isa levy upon all concerts and other en- tertainments by foreign artists. te = or ————— ~ THE GREEN FEATHER “Well” she said after he had grum- bled in a shameful manner simply be- cause he couldn't find one of his slip- pers), “things always become mislaid during the spring housecleaning. Hen, you just know they do!” “Spring housecleaning!’ he cried. “Have you started already?” “Can't you see the difference?” she exclaimed—tragedy in her look and nianner. “Oh, yes, indeed!” he replied (at once). “The chairs all polished?” she im- sisted, “and all the woodwork rubbed?” “Oh, yes, my dear!” “What?” she cried. “Can’t ypu see the difference in the china cloket and the silver all polished?” “Oh, yes, my. love!” “Huh!” she remarked, (but some- what mollified), “and I think that the carpets——" “After all,” he hastily interrupted, “one slipper is enough. I can cross my legs, you know, and dangle the foot that has no slipper on it.” He suited the action to the word. “And 80 you've had a hard day of it?" he inquired, with sympathetic interest. “Oh, awfully!” “Little worker!” he murmured, ec- statically to himself. “Cheerful little worker!” : “Hen,” she said, “shall I fetch your pipe for you?” “Yes,” he replied (sighing in a tire¢ fort of way); “I should like my pipe.” “Ah!” he murmured again (sighing more cheerfully). “After all, there's no place like home for comfort and rest—and rest,” he dreamily repeatdd. “Poor Hen,” she cooed. “Have you been working hard today?” He passed a weary hand over his forehead, but even so he smiled at her—smiled bravely, as though deter- mined not to bring his troubles home to worry her. She took his hand (he in silence suffering her to perform this litle office) and when she spoke again she spoke brightly and cneerTly us though bent upon making him for- get his business trials and tribulg- tions in this, their happy home. “Oh, I think spring housecleaning is lots of fun, Hen!” she laughed; “al- though it makes it hard for you.” He didn’t deny it “Yes, I've been over everything but the carpets, and I think that they——* “I saw one of those green feathers today,” he hurriedly remarked, “You know—the kind you told me to keep my eye open for.” “Did you really, Hen? How nice of you to notice it!” she cried. “Tes,” he plaintively admitted (Joouing very tired). “How did it look, Hen?” she asked (after letting him pause a bit so that he could rest a little). “It went all the way around the brim,” he replied, “and drooped be- kind.” “Ah!” she cried. pompon, Hen?” “And did it look stylish, Hen? And striking?” “Well, of course the woman who was wearing it wasn’t particularly ‘gond-looking, and so it didn’t look as ctriking as it would have looked on some!” and he lcoked meaningly at her eager little face as though he could mention (if he wanted) a bright little woman upon” whom the green feather would have looked remarka- bly stylish and striking. “Hen!” she protested (pressing his hand and looking proud. beyond words), and, after a pause: “Green always suited me,” she reflected. “Oh, anything suits you!” he re- marked, speaking now in open admir- ation. “Hen!” she once more protested (and snuggling closer). Then after another pause: “But they must be awfully expensive!” : “I don’t think they’d be more than $10,” he .esponded (suddenly remem- bering how tired he was, and looking wan). “Oh, but $10 is a lot of money!” she objected, pressing his hand again. “But you need a new feather, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes, but. a “And a feather is always a feather!” she mentioned, in a whisper to her- self. Still he said nothing. “And a green feather would go so well with that new dress of mine,” she softly continued. “Then you shall have one!’ he pos- itively exclaimed. “You shall have one tomorrow!” : And after she had thanked him! “If there's one thing I hate,” he bit- terly cried, “it is to take up carpets!” “Oh, yes,” said she, “Hen; I was going to tell you! I don’t think the carpet: will need taking up this spring!” “And was there a LESSON IN LOVE. The professor pushed aside his vol ume of Chaucer to make room for his slender young daughter on the arm of his chair. She fluttered over to him in ner soft white gown, its cut reveal- ir, the curve of her firm, fair throat and the artistic lines of her rounded “rms. “Where tonight, Estelle?” “To the ball with Mr. Denton and Mrs. Mills,” she answered, blithely. “With Mr. Denton? Isn't Teddy Variel going?” “I suppose so—yes.” Her tone was indifferent, but her nérvoukness under her father's gaze betrayed a stifled uneasiness, a si- icnced struggle. “They tell me this Mr. Denton is a very wealthy man,” he sald. “Oh! it’s true. He has riches be- rend one’s dreams.” The note of personal triumph im her voice was harsh to her father’s listening ear. He regarded Ker thoughtfully. “This is the anniversary.” “Not of your marriage, father?” “No. My marriage was a subse- quent date. You do not know—I have never told you—that your mother was married before she became my wife— married and widowed.” “Why, no, father, dear,” sald the ‘irl, with quick, sympathetic interest. “I never care to speak of that. yet tonight I see I must tell you the story. ] must give you a message from tne dead.” “I shouldn't have made this engage- ment. You are sad, father; I'll stay with you.” “No. I want you to go. I shall have time to tell you before they come.” He caressed the hand that sought his and mused a minute in silence. “On this night years ago, Estelle, Your mother first went out of my life. She was placed very much like you, in a comfortable home, in a college town, where her father, too, was a rrofessor. “Her mother forbade our engage- ment. “There came to the town, very: much like the coming of this young Denton, a man with great personal gifts and riches which at that time veemed immense. He had just come into his inheritance. : “They met—and he loved her. At first she would not listen, but her na ture was gentle, her mother deter- mined and her father, poring over an- cient tragedfes, overlooked the one creping into his home. “She dcceptéd iim. She told him frankly that her love was mine; that in promising him she was acceding to her mother’s will. But he was buoy- antly confident that Jove would come. They were married, and he took her away to a manglon filled with treas- ures of art. But love did not come. “For a year I did not care what be- came of me. But I loved her, and could do nothing of which she woula Le ashamed. I went to Egypt and be- ran the researches that have brought me fame. “Five years passed. The longing to see her again, to hear her voice, became intolerable pain. I went back to London and haunted the streets, the shops, the theaters, where she might me. Then one night, when I had almost despaired, I saw her in her box at the opera. “I hurried out and stood in the ob- 1 scuring crowd, near enough to see my lost girl and to hear her voice as she passed. She turned her head rest- lessly from side to side (it was per.’ haps the magnetism of my gaze—I suppose my heart and soul were in it), and then, before I realized it, the crowd had parted and she stood be- fore me with outstretched hands. , “I did not try to see her again; I jelt it was better for us both. But I stayed near lest some time she would need me, and somehow she knew I was always waiting. ““fhey found her husband dead one: shorning—shot by his own .hand. He had speculated, lost his ‘wealth and died heavily indebted. She gave up the riches her marriage had brought ber, the jewels, the gowns, and, when his obligations were liquidated, she was penniless—poorer far than when che had left her father’s home. “I waited some months, and then T claimed her. I shall never forget her words that night, nor the sorrowful eves smiling into mine. She gave me Ler hand and whispered: “ ‘Once, long ago, I looked into the heart of a purple twilight, and dreamed a dream of my life—and you. "Tomorrow I shall look again and see {he realization of my dream. The ilowers are asleep tonight, dear, but see! the stars are shining.’” The professor rose slowly and laid his arm along the mantel-shelf, above the glowing coals. “We had two short years together, pitifully short, yet sometimes I think a day is worth a lifetime. “When she lay dying in my arms, the morning you were born, she looked at your tiny pink face and said: “ ‘Some time it may come to you, my little one, to choose—to weigh the wealth of love against that of gold. If that time ever comes,” she whispered to me, ‘tell her the tragedy of my youth, tell her the glory of my tunset. I think she will understand’ ” His voice trailed to a whispér; the gray head bowed. The din of a bell intruded on the soothing silence. He turned to his awed young daughter. “Good night, Estelle.” She kissed him fondly. Then, as she had done every night since she was a lisping child, she went to the window, drew aside the drapery and reverently raised her eyes to the stars.—Illustrated Bits. ~ —— ee THE MASQUE BALL. Half past 6. Pad appointed. At half past 8 I was convinced that she would not come. My overcoat was tightly buttoned then, the collar was turned up and I felt that my nose was blue. 1 shivered painfully, and - my teeth chattered. “Hugenie Nicolaivana “will be there!” said wy comrade , never dreaming that I had waited for her in the cold anc the bitter wind from 6 o'ciock until . if past 8. “Ab,” I replied, with a look of ut- ter indifference. There was to be a bal masqu~ at the Folzofts. Usually I Jated ach things, but tonight 1 determineu to make an exception to my rule. “Come on, it's Christmas eve, and all the world is gay,” cried my friena persuasively. “Let us be gay, too. Let's disguise ourselves and go to every ball in the city!” The faces of my fellow students grew bright with anticipated pleasure. “Good,” they all exclaimed. I wanted something at once sad and beautiful, a costume that would reflect and portray the sorrow iu my heart. “Will your excellency try a bandit's dress?” suggested the owner of the It was the hour she shop. “See what a fine hat, and the dagger, too. Look!” A dagger! Not such a bad idea! It suited my mood. But, unfortunately, I had my doubts as to the famous ban- dit. His dress betrayed the fact that he conld not have been more than 12 years old. His hat scarcely covered the back of my head, and I had to be forcibly extracted from the trousers! “Hurry up, there, it is late!” cried my companions, as I stood undecided. All that remained for me then was the quiited dress of a Chinaman of rank. “Give me the Chinese,” I ex- claimed in disgust. It was worse than I could have im- agined. I will pass in silence over the ridiculous slippers into which I could pass only one-half of my foot. But the mask! It was, if I may ex- press it so, an abstract physiognomy. The nose, the ears, the mouth and the eyes, though all in their proper places, were like nothing human. “Yours will be the best costume there!” they cried, with laughter. And when I looked in the glass I, while my heart was ready to break and the tears smarted behind my eye- fds, I too, could not keep from laugh- ing as they had done. “Remember, we have sworn not to take off our masks!” “Agreed! Agreed!” My mask was, indeed, the most or- iginal at the ball. Several groups iol- lowed me at once, twisting me and turning me like a top from one side to another. The circling crowd kept in my patn 80 that I could not move, and at last the contagion of their folly caught me, and I laughed and screamed and sang. At last I saw her. “It is L” I whispered, eagerly. She raised her white eyelids slowly. A silvery laugh answered me. "Yes, it is I! Why, why did you not come?” She only laughed, laughed always. “What is the matter?” I cried. “Is it really you?” she replied. “Oh, how funny you are! how grotesque!” My head fell heavily upon my breast, my whole attitude betrayed real suffering. She watched the dancers whirling by. “Ah, but you are cruel to langh in this way. Can you not guess, can You not see beneath this horrible mask the sorrow that fills my heart? Why did you lead me on to hope only to awaken me so cruelly?” She turned toward me, a protest on her lips. But as she lifted her eyes to mine, a cruel laugh shook her body. Breathless, her eyes wet with tears, her face buried in the lace of her handkerchief, she said, weakly: “Oh, in pity—look at yourself in the mirror there—Heavens, but you are——" Grinding my teeth in agony, I looked over into the mirror. A face. plc-id and indifferent, met my gaze, a phrsiognomy unnaturally immovable. I, too, God help me, I too laughed loudly! But before her laughter died away upon her lips, I cried in a voice that trembled with despair and anger: “No! no! you have no right to laugh so!” She was quiet from utter weariness. Then, softly, I told her of my love. Never had I been so eloquent, for never had I loved so deeply as that hour. I related all my tortures dur- ing the long ages of waiting.: I told Ler of the wild jealousy that made my life a hell. Ske plushed. Then, with utter aban- " dom, her slender body swayed toward me. Dressed as goddess of the night the folds of black lace sown with stars, she was beautiful and mysteri- ous as a dream of far away childhood. A smile crept about the corners of her red lips; slowly, with infinite con- fidence, she turned her head toward me, and “Oh, I cannot—I cannot!” What would I not have given then, if only for an instant, for a human face! The blood trickled from my bit- ten lips; tears. bathed by fevered cheeks. As I fled madly from the room, still her silvery laughter followed me! *® * * “Do you know that you were the success of the evening? J never dreamed that people could laugh so! But what are you doing? | Are’ you taking off your costume? Comrades, he is crazy—look at him— be is tearing his mask to pieces! ‘What!—yes, he is sobbing!”. | { ANE "WHEN YOU SHOOT You want to HIT what you are aiming at —be it bird, beast or target. Make your shots count by shooting the STEVENS, For 41 years: STEVENS ARMS have carried off PREMIER HONORS for AC- CURACY. 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