THE CITIZEN, FRIDAY, JUNE 25, 1000.
THE
TANGLED
WEB
By Ethel Watls-Mumford Grant
Author cl "Dupo," "Whittwuh." Elc
Copyright. 1908, by Btni. B. Htmpton
CHAPTER XV.
Alice was on her feet at once.
Crossing quickly to the den she
drew from a wood box a back-numbered
newspaper and from the desk
a long pair of clipping shears. Re
turning, she sat down enthusiasti
cally. "Sit over there, Joe," she com
manded, " and screen the view. Now.
here goes I Look at this headline
'Innocent Man Executed,' Cut out
the 'Innocent man that's what
happens often enough; and here in
the text, 'accused.' Look! 'Innocent
man accused' that's a start. Cut
out the 'plunder from 'Plunderband'
there under that caricature we'll
want that plunder. Tako the 're
turn from Mme. Melba's arrival.
But where will you put the stuff?
You mustn't stop to bury, or any
thing like that; some place where
you can sling it quick and not bo
suspected even if some one saw you
a plain sight sort of place."
"Suppose I fire It under the cul
vert by the motor entrance There's
water enough In the brook to cover
the package, and It's too heavy to
wash down, I suppose. Nohody'd
look for It there unless they were
told."
"night, O!" said Alice, beginning
once moro to diligently search the
paragraphs. "Here's 'motor' from
the ads., and 'Park' from the land
boom speculators. We ought to got
'entrance' from the theatrical col
umn. There 'In,' that's easy, 'wa
ter' that's a poser. Oh, here's some
body "who couldn't brook delays';
that's Providence for you. Now for
'under.' "
"Look in the political news.
There's always some ono 'under sus
picion.' "
"Joe! you're a jewel yourself. Mind
you don't fall under the bridge."
The scissors snipped vigorously for
a moment. " 'Culvert,' we'll never
find that. 'Bridge'? the social col
umn; some one must be giving a
blowout."
"Qr the dental ads.," suggested
Stacy.
The shears bit sharply Into the
now perforated sheet. "No, I'm go
ing to take that bridge right out of
the beauty doctor's nose notice. Now
wfl have it look!" She spread the
clipped words upon her palm. " 'In
nocent man accnued, return Plunder,
Motor Park entrance, In brook under
bridge. There, wo have it. Now
cut a 'to all whom It may concern'
from the legal stripe, and a head
line about 'Robbery at Evelyn
Orange' from a recent paper that
for directions do you see? to tako
the recipient's eye. Wish I could
think of the best eye."
Stacy picked up the remains of
the papers and flung them upon the
blazing logs, whore they blazed for a
moment and, turning to black cin
ders, floated upward In the current
of the draught.
Alice leaned forward. "You
ought to know the metal of these
local people pretty well. What sort
of a reputation does our hayseed
sheriff wear?"
"He's a perfectly honest fool."
"There's your man," cried Alice
triumphantly, "and It would do my
heart good, to see him cull the re
wards over the heads of those spav
ined, wall-eyed, ring-boned detec
tives. I hate the sight of thetn, and
I wouldn't trust ono around the cor
ner with a plugged nickel. Can you
reach him? the sheriff, I mean."
"Shouldn't wonder," he smiled.
"His beat Isn't a very long one. Slap
those words on a piece of paper a
noncommittal piece; tear the margin
from another paper. Where can you
get one?"
"In there. No, don't come; stay
whero you are, to see if anyone
comes." She darted Into the den,
mutilated another news sheet, and,
turning up the electric reading lamp,
hastily dabbed the paste brush Into
the jar and anointed the scrap. A
moment later the words were neatly
arranged, and presented a startling
appearance everything from scare
type to Italics. But the Information
conveyed was clear. Blotting and
folding the slip, the somewhat vague
and general address was added, and
Alice, extinguishing the light, re
turned beaming to tho gun-room
fireside. "All's well that ends well,"
she exclaimed, "and you shall have
a cocktail right now, and I'll make It
myself. O Joy! O Joy! 0 Joy!"
Joe Stacy's presence saved tho
dinner that night from positive
gloom. Wendbam's face was care
worn; Mrs. Lawdon, who appeared
In a "creation" befitting an embassy
hall, Insisted, in spite of her hus
band's efforts to switch the subject,
upon discussing tho robbery and the
latest detectivo reports they were
encouraging. Dawson had been
traied to Newark, and an arrest was
exp cted at any moment. Alice
spa tied. Always handsome in
her keen, slim-limbed, boyish way,
she developed real beauty under tho
Influence of Stacy's presence and the
excitement of their venture. Evelyn
watched them benignly.
"Nice chap, Joe Stacy. Pity
well, why not after all? Alice's
tastes, exclusive of horses, are Inex
pensive, and besides, she has her own
little Income. Suppose the boy's too
proud; must fix that somehow." For
the first time in many dreary days
a gleam of pleasure pierced Evelyn's
thoughts. "You're not going to ride
home to-night, Stacy," he announced
cordially. "I won't hear of It. It's
a beast of a storm, and It's all non
sense. We'll put you up."
"Thanks, 1 can't. Mr. Evelyn. I'm
up to the eyes, and I've got to be out
with the dawn to-morrow. Miss Raw
lins wants me to look at Tlddledy
wlnks' shoulder nftcr dinner and
then I'll paddle along, The storm's
nothing. It's about blown Itself out
now."
In vain the host entreated. His
guest would not rtay. A few mo
ments after the company had arisen
from tho table, Alice exiused her
self. "I'm going up for my boots and
a cape. Joe," she called.
"All right. Good night. I'll seo
you rll again soon. Thank you, Mrs.
Evelyn. Oh, my slicker Is outside;
don't bother. Good night again."
Stacy bowed himself from the room,
donned his storm raiment, and a
moment later Alice, bundled to the
eyes, Joined him in the hall. To
gether they made their way across
the gardens. "Hand it over," he
said softly.
"Not now. Walt."
The groom on watch turned on
the electric switch, flooding the sta
bles with a noonday glare. The
horses In their box stalls, adorned
with their names In gold letters,
whinnied and stamped gently.
Alice led the way down the mat
ted and speckless aisle and sniffed
happily tho clean odors of spar var
nish and hay. "Here's Tiddledy
winks," she announced, lifting the
latch and sliding back the door. A
velvet nose was thrust into her hand
as the hunter snickered his delight.
"Do you see how he favors that
foot?" she said.
A few pinches and a knowing rub
appeared to satisfy the connoisseur.
"Little strain, that's all." Ho rose
and turned to the groom behind him.
"Williams, bring me a bandage. I'll
put him up myself. Be saddling my
horse while I'm doing it, will you?"
Tho groom touched his cap and
walked rapidly away. "Now!" he
whispered.
Sound limbed, gentle eyed, and
discreet, Tlddledywinks was the only
witness to the transfer.
Bright skies and the frosty breath
of coming winter followed the night
of storm and turmoil. Wendham
rose early, and again went into the
garden, passing and repassing the
torn drapery of vines beneath the
windows of Mrs. Gaynor's former
apartment. The ground was tramp
led, but his own search would ac
count for that sufficiently while the
heavy rainfall and flow from the
eaves washing the earth left no
definite trace. Certainly the bag
was gone. Had Nellie removed and
rehiddeu it without Adelo's knowl
edge? Possibly. He must find out
from her. It was early, too early to
approach her. He went quietly to
the nurse to learn the report of the
night.
Vreeman was superintending tho
lighting of tho fires. Wendham re
plied absently to his respectful in
quiries. "The detectives have been prowl
ing about the place aH night," the
butler complained. "Albert, there,
heard 'em over in tho servants'
wing. I don't think, sir, if they found
anything they'd let on; that's what
I says."
The suggestion almost took Wcnd
ham's breath. Perhaps that was tho
solution of the mystery. Was the
suspicious Vreeman's theory the
right one? And what then? Was
Nellie safe? Could blackmail? He
left the loquacious butler to discuss
matters with the obsequious under
servant and walked thoughtfully.
Tho clear, yellow flame from the
logs In the farther room attracted
him. Pausing before them ho gazed
as if fascinated at the leaping blaze.
Oh, the many questions he must ans
wer before ho could unravel tho tan
gle. Still in a brown study ho sank
upon the padded expanse of the great
chair. His hand fell upon something
cold. He glanced at it. It was the
clipping shears from Evelyn's desk.
He remembered seeing it lying there
among the catalogues and maga
zines. At the same time he noticed
two or throe minute scraps of paper
adhering to the velvet of the uphols
tery. Idly he picked them up and
flicked them Into the fire. How long
he sat there, his fingers Idly opening
and shutting the scissors, he did not
know.
v
CHAPTER XVI.
Wendham was aroused from his
reverie by the sound of Alice's firm,
booted tread.
"Up early," she smiled at him. "A
corking old day!" Her feelings be
lied her words. She had suddenly
recalled her carelessness in not re
turning the shears to their place,
and had hastened down to put them
back before anyone should happen
upon them. Not that they would
arouse suspicion; "but one never
can tell." It was not encouraging to
see the tell tale Instrument In Wend
bam's hands. However, Wendham
was the least of possible enemies.
"What sort of a night did Nellie
have?" she asked solicitously.
"Just as good as ana better than
we had any right to hope for," ho
answered, rising.
She looked eagerly Into his face.
"Better than you had, I wager. Why,
mnn alive, buck up: don't look so
done. If the rest see you with that
fnce they'll think Nellie's all In."
She laid a sympathetic hand upon
his arm.
He looked down Into her honest,
affectionate eyes, and read there a
wholesome and sweet understanding
of part, at least, of his torturing
anxiety.
"And she Isn't done. I've a feel
ing everything's working out right.
You'll save her, I know."
His look accepted her sympathy
gratefully.
"Please God. I'll save her," he
said softly. His hand fell in com
radeship upon Alice's slim shoulder.
"But between here and there Oh,
It's a long road, and a bad road
Hello! who's arriving so early? An
other reporter?"
A sharp ring at the main entrance
was repeated. Wendham walked
quickly across the room. For a mo
ment Alice hesitated; then caught up
the scissors and, darting Into the
den, dropped them amidst their fami
liar surroundings. An instant later
she was beside Wendham, hurrying
down toward the hall.
"It Isn't safe to leave that tool on
the chair somebody might cut
themselves," she remarked casually.
"Heavens! what's the matter with
Albert?"
That functionary was shaking a
small boy. "How many times have
I got to tell you tradesmen's boys
to go to the rear entrance? Get out
o' here."
But the boy stood his ground,
blubbering. "Dad told me to go
right up and ring, he did, and my
pa's the sheriff. He'll have you ar
rested, ho will," walled the young
ster. "The sheriff!" Wendham ad
vanced and drew the child within
doors. "What is tho matter?"
"It's a letter from my dad for
Mister Evelyn, and dis feller, he
wouldn't even let me say what my
dad said I wnz ter; and he says, my
dad did, I waz to put that wold inter
Mr. Evelyn's own hands so, now!"
Ho turned and protruded a healthy
but Insulting tongue at the discom
fited Albert.
"Here," said Wendham, "I'll take
the note to him."
"Nope," said the youngster dog
gedly. "The boy stood on the burning
deck." Alice laughed delightedly.
"Albert, you'd better tell Mr. Eve
lyn to come at once."
"But It isn't nine o'clock yet,
Miss," protested tho servant, "and
Mr. Evelyn said "
"Tell httn Collins has sent a per
sonal message," she ordered. "We'll
stay here, Say, Tommy, did you
ever see chickens like those?"
The man reluctantly retreated up
stairs, while AHco introduced young
Collins to the gaudy macaw3.
"Gee!" exclaimed the boy en
tranced; "gee! ain't they swell!"
"They lay eggs au gratin," ex
plained Alice, "and they eat seed
pearls and tHreo spools of spaghetti
a day. They are very expensive, you
see, but you sell tho eggs au gratin,
and that helps."
Not for days had Alice so regained
her irresponsible gaiety. Wendham,
anxiously awaiting tho message of
tho sheriff, that might or might not
mean so much to him, noticed it,
and smilingly attributed it to Stacy's
recent visit. But the moments
dragged before Evelyn's step and
voice sounded overhead, and his fa
miliar figure, swathed in an unfami
liar bath robe, appeared on the
stairs.
"What's all this a note from Col
lins! Here, boy, thank you. Wait till
I seo about this, Albert, and then
tako that boy around to the kitchen
and give him " Evelyn had torn
open the envelope and unfolded the
inclosure. Tommy never learned
whether Jam or a spanking were to
have been his portion. "What!"
cried Evelyn, his face flushing crim
son. "Alice! Wendham! found!
Thank God!" His hand shook so
that he was unable to proceed. He
held tho paper fluttering toward
Wendham, but Alice was before him.
"Mr. Evelyn," she read.
"Dear Sir: I have the honor to
inform you that I found the Jewels,
which are in my possession. I will
call at ten-thirty and deliver the
same. The reward will come In
handy, as I have several as per hear
er to raise.
"Yours respectfully,
"SAMUEL J. COLLINS."
"Isn't that great! Isn't that the
lucky! I must toll Patty!" Evelyn
had bolted upstairs.
Albert, lost to all sense of dignity,
sped toward the kitchen.
"Go tell Adele, Boyd," cried Alice
Jubilantly. "I'll take care of the
messenger of good fortune."
"Well!" said Patty, when her
husband breathlPRRlv told tho stnrv
"Thank goodness now Mrs. Lawdon
will go away. I've never been so
disturbed in all my life. What time
did you say it was, and when is that
man coming? My dear, I can at last
get an hour's real rest. You might
tell Charlie, I suppose. He'll be re
lieved to know. Pull the blind a
little lower thank you."
Mr. Lawdon's reception of the
news and Its bearer was marked by
almost tearful relief. But when ho
Joyously broke Into his wife's room,
excitedly announcing the tidings, he
was met by a new and surprising,
side of bis wife's complicated nature.
Her first flush of delight having
ppcpd, r-rr face took on a vindictive
expression that surprised even the
unobservant Charlie
"Did he iiav who th thlnf la?'
sne aemnnnea. ' i mean 10 nave jus
tice. I mean to have the law."
"He did not say In the note," ho
answered, crestfallen. "Now you
must not make a scene. You've got
your things don't be hard."
But Mrs. Lawdon had rung for her
maid, and was already dressing with
an air of determination that boded
ill for some ono. Lawdon retired to
complete his toilet.
Long before the appointed hour
the household was busy discussing
the new turn events had taken. Two
disconsolate detectives occupied an
unobtrusive scat, and the bustle
and buzz of the kitchen might have
been heard on the roof. The excite
ment spread as if by wireless mes
sage. The telephone was congested
with Inquiries. Jones and his "sort
of cousin, the gardener's wife," wept
on each other's shoulders in the se
clusion of the lodge.
When Collins at last appeared ho
was surrounded by a crowd of coun
trymen, small boys and reporters.
He arrived In state in the best sur
rey the local livery could boast, and
clutched n small black valise, bor
rowed from Dr. J. Burton Brown for
the dignity of the occasion. His re
ception was all that even he could
have desired. Conducted by Mr. Eve
lyn in person to the drawing-room,
he found the household, glowing
with excitement, assembled to meet
him .
"Good morning, ladles and gen
tlemen," he bowed. It Is my pleas
ure and honor to return herewith
these gems to the lady." He bowed
toward Mrs. Lawdon In his best
Fourth - of - July - oration manner.
"Will you, Mr. Evelyn, have the
goodness to read from this published
list of the stolen articles of jewelry?
I will verify tho count from the con
tents of this bag."
"But, where ?" began Mrs. Law
don. Collins held up a restraining hand.
"All in good time, Mrs. Lawdon. Mr.
Evelyn, may I trouble you?" Pom
pously he unclasped tho bag, and as
each Item was read he sought out
and lovingly displayed the Jewel
upon the mahogany. "As you see,"
he bowed, vhen tho last gem was
held forth flashing In the light, "not
a stone is missing. I think I may
say I congratulate Mrs. Lawdon."
(To bo continued.)
RUMOR FORETOLD HIS DEATH
Young California Man Crushed to
Death Next Day at Spot
Indicated.
Salinas, Cal. Like a harbinger of
his fate, a rumor spread through this
town early that Percy Morse, a
wealthy young seed grower, was killed
beneath his overturned automobile be
tween this place and his home In
Watsonville. It caused keen concern
among Morse's friends and word was
telephoned to his home. There it was
learned that Morse was all right.
The moment the rumor reached
Morse, he jumped into his car and
started for Salinas to set tho anxiety
of all his friends at rest. He person
ally visited them all and assured them
ho was not dead and did not mean to
die for a long time. Ho drove up and
down the main thoroughfares meeting
chance acquaintances and chatting
gayly with, them about the rumor.
How It started is a mystery. Morse
was curious and sought to trace it to
Its source. He failed and finally start
ed for his home. He went alone.
After he left the town his friends
were mystified concerning the rumor
and could not drive an evil presenti
ment from their minds.
Within a few hours Morse was
found in his wrecked machine at ex
actly the spot described in the early
rumor. He was dying and lived only
a few hours after ho was taken to
his home in Watsonville. Tho tragic
death of Morse, coupled with the
strange rumor, has caused much ex
citement here. No one can explain
how the rumor happened.
A Good Qualification.
The mystery of the negro mind is
Illustrated by a story which the
Philadelphia Record prints. John,
the colored applicant for the position
of butler in a family living in one
of the fashionablo suburbs of Phila
delphia, strove to Impress his would
be employer with his entire fitness
for the place.
"Oh, yes, suh," ho said, "I's sholy
well educated, suh. I's passed a
civil service examination."
"Indeed," responded tho gentle
man, "that is very fine, I'm sure, but
I can't say that that will be of any
particular value to be in a butler."
"No?" said tho surprised appli
cant. "It shore is strange how gem
men's stastes do diger. Now Mr.
Williams," naming his former em
ployer, "he say, 'John, one thing
I deman' is civil service to mah
guests,' an' he done gave me a
zamlnatlon ri' thero, suh, an' that's
the truf."
Then the gentleman saw a great
light. Ho replied:
"Yes, you aro quite right, John.
Civil service is a very important and
rather unusual virtue, so if you have
passed that examination, I think
we'll consider you engaged."
Cat and Uouso Pillar.
In Lichfield Cathedral tho central
pillar of the chapter house and the
clustered shaftt and vaulting ribs
which spread from It are very fine
specimens of early English work.
One of the pillars contains the quaint
design of a cat vlth a mouso in its
mouth. It is supposed to have been
executed in a ' "niorous spirit by one
of the masons, who, so far aa the
stone permitted, made It quite -oal-istlc.
WomatfsWorld
"THE DEVIL'S FRUIT CAKE."
Mrs. Wilson of Nashville, Baker Ex
traordinary to the World at Large.
Here is the story of a woman who
finds herself famous without malice
aforethought upon her part. A career
has, In fact, thrust itself upon her. All
Bho has done has been to develop an
Inborn art impulse, a rather wonderful
palate, not along the lines of least re
sistance, but of most profit. As a con
sequence she has kings and noblemen,
presidents and cabinet ministers, not
to mention simple millionaires, among
her patrons. The truly wonderful thing
Is that it nil comes not from ambition,
but from doing woman's work in what
should bo woman's way, which is to
say better than ever it was done be
fore. So much for the general particu
lars. Here follow others much more in
teresting: Name, Elizabeth Lyle Wil
son; local habitation, Nashville, Tenn.;
condition, happy wife and mother; pro
fession, cakemnker In extraordinary to
the world at large. And such cake as
sho makes! To cat of it is something
betwixt an experience and an epoch.
Indeed, It leaves a haunting memory,
an aching void which only more of the
saino cake can fill.
Small wonder, then, that no less a
person than William Howard Taft has
MRS. ULIZA11KT1I LYLE WILSON.
served in a way as tho cake's press
agent.
Mr. Taft while at Nashville, just be
fore the -ith of March, ate of her "dev
il's fruit cake," which is innocuous to
sound digestion despite its name. It
captivated him. He took back with him
to Washington a generous sample. As
a consequence Mrs. Wilson has re
ceived orders for several cakes to be
sent to the White House at Christmas
tide. She lias express receipts show
ing that her cakes have been delivered
at the courts of Vienna and St. James;
also to all the American duchesses and
not a few other expatriates. They
have gone safe as far as Australia and
Brazil and even into Russia. Mrs.
Wilson never saw the inside of a cook
ing school. All she has done is through
nature's free gift. AVhen she married,
back In the nineties, homemnklng nnd
homokeeping were, as they still nre, her
delight. She had not the least thought
of doing more than delight the palates
of her family nnd her friends. From
baking for her friends she drifted into
regular work, much against her hus
band's will. He was taking care of that
family. Still, tho venture has not bred
family dissension. How could it when
through her work tho worker has
found not only profit, but happiness
and health?
The maker of this delicious cake has
very generously given tho recipe for
tho dainty:
One pound of flour, browned and
sifted; one pound of butter, ono pound
of sugar, twelve eggs, four pounds of
rnlsins, ono pound of homemade cit
ron, one pound of crystallized cherries
and pineapple mixed, ono pound of
almonds cut fine nnd soaked overnight
In rosewntor, ono pouud of pecan
meats cut small, ono glass grape Jelly,
half a glass good cordial, ono glass of
good whisky or brandy, tablespoonful
each of powdered allspice, cinnamon
and nutmeg and tcaspoonful of pow
dered clovs. Soak all the fruit twelvo
hours In the whisky, cream together
butter and sugar, add to them egg
yolks beaten very light, then the cor
dial, splcea and Jelly. Put in next two
teaspoonfuls of melted chocolate, next
add tho white ef eggs beaten stiff and
part of the flour. Roil the fruit in the
rest of tho flour and add to tho mix
ture. Put In nuts last of all. If nuts
aro left out put In a third moro fruit.
Bnko several hours, keeping a vessel
of water In tho oven until almost done.
When the Wind Blows.
In an old house with its looso frame
work sensitive natures aro often driv
en half wild by the rattling of win
dows on a blustery night It Is a good
thing In preparation for such emer
gency to keep in each room four or
five split clothespins to bo used as
wedges between tho upper and lower
Bash.
Stoat clothespins can also bo forced
Into the latch of a cellar w!ndow4n
such a way that it Is lmposslbkMo
open it from th ontsWe. This Itv n
convenient bit of knowledge when
catches so frequently break or the
Ireuo of nndlrveka crpt mlfilntrt
t n li -I nlnf i if .lnl..li.i.i. .
POETRY WORTH
RE.ADING
iiiifitii,H,w
On a Visit.
When I go to my Gram'ma's an
She gets done kissln' me
I wonder what's to happen nex'.
(Don't nave to 'cite no "Golden Tex' "
At Gram'ma's no, slr-ee!)
My Gram'ma, she puts on her specs
(That's so 'at she can see).
"More like his father ev'ry day;
Don't favor his ma's folks," she'll say,
"A mite, It 'pears to me."
My Gram-pa, when we go outdoors
To give th' horse his feed,
Stands me up 'gainst th' big barn door
An' marks it where I've grow'd somo
more.
I'm "growln' like a weed!"
My Gram-ma knows it's dreffle hard
For busy folks like me
To have to stop an' take a nap.
An' so I sleep right on her lap;
An after, we go see
If Mr. Glngersnap is home,
He has roun', tin house,
An' I can "help myse'f to some,"
An' mus'n't drop a single crum',
So's not to call th' mouse.
My gram-pa says I'll help him lots
If I'll hunt 'round an' see
W'lch pockets got his wintergreens
An' peppermints I know he means
His candy! Some's for mel
Wen I'm all grow'd up tall an big
I don't know w'lch I'll be
A Gram'ma or a Gram-pa, 'cause
They're bof so good to me!
Marie Louis Tompkins, in Harper's
Weekly.
Ballade of the Dreamland Rose.
Whero tho waves of burning cloud
are rolled
On the farther shore of the sunset
sea,
In a land of wonder that none he
hold. There blooms a rose on the Dream
land Tree.
It grows in the Garden i? Mystery
Where the River of Slumber softly
flows.
And wherever a dream has come to
be,
A petal falls from tho Dreamland
Rose.
In the heart of the tree, on a branch
of gold.
A silvery bird sings endlessly
A mystic song that is ages old
A mournful song in a minor key,
Full of the gamour of faery.
And whenever a dreamer's ears un
close To the sound ol that distant mel
ody, A petai falls from the Dreamland
Rose.
Dreams and visions in hosts untold
Throng around on the moonlit lea;
I Dreams of age that are calm and
cold.
Dreams of youth that are fair and
free
Dark with a lone heart's agony,
Bright with a hope that no ono
knows
And whenever a dream and a dream
agree,
.V petal falls from the Dreamland
Rose.
L'ENVOI.
Princess you gaze in a reverie
Whero the drowsy firelight redly;
glows.
Slowly you raise your eyes to
me '
A petal falls from the Dreamland
Rose.
Brian Hooker, in Harper's Maga
zine. Enchantment.
Vanity peeps from her eyes,
Vanity sounds In her laughter
Vanity nothing can ever disguise.
What is its lure to both foolish and
wise?
What are the men running after?
Still they throng round her wherever
she goes.
Seems a mild form of insanity.
I am as bad as the rest, goodness
knows.
Vanity! Just vanity!
Vanity's colled In her .hair,
Vanity gleams In each Jewel
Vanity driving us all to despair.
What is it makes it so easy to bear?
Why Is It hard to be cruel?
Why do the rough and the rude, when
she's near,
Bow with a polished urbanity?
I'm like the rest of the fellows, I fear.
Vanity! Just vanity!
Vanity shows In her dress,
Vanity shoes her and gloves her.
Vanity's what her belongings express.
Why is it none of us llke3 her the
less?
Why is It every one loves her?
Well, she's a darling and dainty and
rrwet.
Flower of lemale humanity,
That is the touch seems to make her
complete.
Vanity I Just vanity!
Chicago News.
Local Option.
"You say that local option has been
of great benefit to this section of the
country?"
"Yes, sir," answered CoL SUUrrelL
"As soon at a lot of us dtltens real
ized bow far anybody would have to
go for a drink we organized a good
roads movement"
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