TUB CITIZKH, WKDNKSDAY, AIMUIj 0, 1010. Cherub Deyine By SEWELL FORD Copyright. 1909. by Mitchell Kennerlsy ciiaptek vi. TnB big rooms nt Flewlnfrton Acres were empty and Tery still Ions before midnight, but tlio Cberub continued to sit In the library, smoking nnd meditating lie hnrt n trick when watching an un steady mnrkct of tearing pieces of pn per Into small bits and throwing them away. Ho was doing this now, and the eastern rug tinder his feet looked ns If It hnd been visited by a stage snowstorm. He was aroused by an odd noise. It sounded as If some one was dragging a heavy object down the stairs. Looking out through the door hang ings, be could see the lower half of tho staircase. For a moment he waited, nnd then there appeared the Countess VecchI, tugging at a dress suit case which was evidently well filled. She was dressed os If for the street, with n light silk dust coat over her black gown and a jaunty straw hat on her head. When she saw the Cherub she seemed startled and shrank back guiltily. "Oh," she exclaimed. "I-I did not expect to find you here. I am going away." "Are you? Do you generally start alone nnd in the middle of the night?" Tho Cherub had walked out Into the ball. "I I don't caro to talk to you about It, Sir. Devlne. I am going away, I tell you." Ilcr brown eyes looked as if they might fill with tears at any moment. "All right, all right," he said sooth ingly. "You needn't talk about it" The Countess VecchI allowed the suit case to slide to the floor, and then she faced him resolutely. "Mr. Devlne, I have found out nil about you." "Me!" "Yes. I know why you are here." "Good! You know a blamed sight more than I do then." "It is useless for you to try to keep up the deceit any longer. Mr. Devlne. My father has confessed the whole wretched story. He told me nt first that you were merely here on some law business, but when I beard that you were entertaining your friends here, just as you would In your own bouse, I demanded to be told the truth. And now I know. Oh. I know it all! This Is your house. You own lu Somehow or other you havo tricked my poor father out of It, nnd now our beau-tl-ful ho-o-ome is yours. Dare you deny it? Cornel Isn't It so?" Tho Cherub bowed his head in meek rubmlsslon. "Then," exclaimed the countess, "you are not only a wicked man. but you are deceitful, cruel! I despise you! You you are" Just what else be was the astonish ed Cherub was never to know, for at that point the denunciation wan In terrupted. The threatening flood sub merged the brown eyes, and the couut ess, sinking down on the bottom stair, leaned ngalnst tho carved newel post and sobbed tempestuously Into the ample sleeve of tho silk coat. "Oh. say. now!" he protested. "See here, won't you? 1 didn't tueau lu I take It all back, honest, 1 do. Come, now; let'B talk it over. Oh, stop It! Do stop it!" To the Cherub's urgent entreaties' she paid not the slightest heed. She grasped tho suit case and marched pujt him with as much dls nity ns It was possible to assume with a heavy weight dragging down one arm. At tho door she made n deter mined attack on tho bplta. Stupidly the Cherub watched her as she tugged away vainly. "You had better wait until morn Ing, hadn't you?" he (suggested. To this sho made no reply, but shoved and pulled at the stubborn bolts until she was forced to glvo up. Then, just as be bad thought her beaten, she went promptly to one of the French windows In a front room, turned tho catch and stepped out nn the veranda. Mr. Devlne followed. "I do not wish for your company. Mr. Devlne." "I suppose you don't, but I'm going Just the me. I'll get my coat and bat" As he ran back into the hall he heard tho countess leave tho Teranda. Snntchlng up an opera hat and a rain coat, ho hurried out through tho win dow after her. She was easily over taken, for the quit euttu a cud ns a brake. "You'd better let me carry your bag," he said as he overtook her. but ! the offer was Ignored, and the repulsed Cheub fell back a pace. Thus they started down tho narrow graveled path which wound a leisurely course In and out among the shrubbery to ward the main road. "See here," he said sternly ai be stepped forward beside her; "you must let mo take that bag." "I shall notl I don't need your" sho began bravely enough, but the Cherub had already lifted It from her numbed fingers. "I know you don't" be said, "but I've got the bag." A low grumble of distant thunder caused the countess to slacken her pace. "There!" be exclaimed reproachfully, "It's golntf to rniu. you r'i' lld ymi hear that?" "Yes. I henrd." "Rut where nrt yon going?" ' The counter stopped nliniitlv nnd turned to say: "I think I tub) you. Mr Devlne. Hint I did not curt to discus my plans with you at all Will you give me my bag?" "No." said the Cherub. "I ahull lug It myself, and I shall follow you until 1 see you safe i-oniewheru." With n gesture of Impatience the countess resumed her way. A brisk breeze sprang up somewhere I The treetops begnn to rock and sway like drunken men. Several sharp crashes of tbunder came lu quick sue' cession, and Hie bare highway emerg ed for nn instant from Indistinct gloom as the lightning revealed every detail. Then there came a hush. Dig drops of rain fell with menacing impact on the crown of the Cherub's operu hat. "There! I told you It was going to rain." he nnnounccd. "Hold on, now: I'm going to put this coat on you." The countess hesitated. lie bad dropped the bag and was holding up the coat by tho collar. Another and more vivid flash than any which had preceded It revealed him with photo graphic distinctness. She could not help noting that he looked very well In evening dress. lie did not seem so much Inclined to stoutness as In a business suit. "No; you need the coat yourself. You'll be wet through in a moment" The big drops struck through her thlu silk sleeves coldly on her arms. Then she allowed him to help her into the raincoat. "Come on." he said, picking up the bag and starting ahead. The rain was now drumming a roaring tattoo on the crown of his hat "You must tako my arm or you'll fall," ordered the Cherub. Meekly she obeyed, and they went plunging and sliding through the storm. "Oh. you're being drenched!" said the couutess. Apparently he did not hear. "You are wet through, aren't you?" she shouted In his car. "Not quite." he answered calmly "Come on." There ensued a period durlug which they stumbled and slid along lu si lence. At last they discovered several houses near the road. "We're getting Into the village," an nounced the Cherub. "Isn't that where we want to go?" "Yes." said the countess. "1 suppose so." "But where? Whereabouts In the village?" "The railroad station." "The railroad station!" The Cherub echoed this as If he had never heard the words before. "What do you want to go there for?" "Because 1 am going away," said the couutess wearily. "I'm going away." Five minutes later, wheu they reach td tho station, he saw with Joy that it was one of those low. wide roofed affairs, under whoso eaves they could at least find shelter from the pelting rain. The station was dark, and all tho doors were locked, of course, but there wa3 a baggage truck. He dropped the Wit case with a sigh of relief and rently helped the countess to a Boat Jn the baggage truck. "Well, this is something like, isn't it? Great, eh?" he demanded. At every step bis shoes made a slushing sound. "Your feet must be terribly wet." suggested the countess. "Wet! Oh. they're uot so very wet I felt fine after that walk, don't you?" "1-1'm rather tired." "Yes. probably you are. But now you can rest You can rest while we are wultlng for the train, you know. What time do we get a train anyway?" "There's one at half past 7 In the morning!" "Yes; that's the first one." The Cherub took out his watch nnd tried to see the face of It, but there was not light enough. "Look here," he said, leaning against the truck and peering at tho countess earnestly. "You don't mean to stay here until half past 7, do you?' "I I don't know," said the countess weakly. "I did when 1 started, but "OH, TOU'BB BKIHO DRENCHM) I" 8 AID TIIB OOUNTKHa. but I'm tired now and wet and Oh, I wish I hadn't come at all; 1 wish 1 Jiadn't" "There, therel" said the Cherub, pat ting her shoulder. "Don't you worry. I'll go and rout out bo mo one, I'll get a team to take us back." "No, no! I don't want to stay here alone. Please don't learo me here ... nione. Mr. Devlhol" She grasped his hand and clung to It tightly. "All right nil right! I won't leave you. Wo'll go together nnd find some one. "See; It Isu't ralulug nearly so hard an It was. I think the shower must be nltnost over Shall we start now?" The countess was quite ready There wns n livery stnblo Just across from the station, she said. Fortunately they found a night hostlir dozing In the oOlcc. It wns with difficulty, how ever, that he could be Induced to har ness n pair of horses. His chief de slro seemed to bo to gaze at the drip ping clothes of Mr. Devlne. The drive back to Hcwlugton Acres was sllcut and uneventful. As they neared the house they saw that It wns brightly Illuminated. Out through the open front doors streamed n broad pathway of light across which figures were moving. Ono of these was Mr, Uewlngton. "Adelel" bo exclaimed, with much dramatic fervor as he saw the count ess nnd stretched out his arms to re ceive her. She went to him and promptly begnn to sob on bis shoul der. Next appenred the sogglly clothed Cherub with the suit case. "Whew!" he exclaimed, throwing down the bag. Then, turning to the gaping butler. "Epplngs. see If you can find me a dry cigar and a match." "Mr. Devlne, what docs this mean, sir?" thundered Mr. Hewlngton. "I demand an explanation." "Well, what do you want mo to ex plainthat the rain Is wet?" returned the Cherub. "This Is no time for levity, sir. Adele. please go upstairs." Mr. Hew lngton strode toward Mr. Devlne threateningly. "I want you to explain your astound ing conduct, sir." repeated Mr. Hew lngton. "Father, father!" pleaded the count ess. "I'll tell you all about it" "Silence, Adelel Go to your room. I will deal with this Mr. Devlne." "Now. don't you be In n hurry, Mr. Hewlngton. and we'll clear this little mystery In no time." said the Cherub. "Little mystery, sir!" The tall fig ure of Mr. Hewlngton stiffened with anger. "What do you mean, sir? I wnke up In the middle of the night to discover that my daughter has fled. I arouse Epplngs to learn that he left you at 11 o'clock waiting for her In the library. I find the window open. I discover that you are both gone. And now, at this hour In the morning, you come back in a public carriage. You ire n wretch. Mr. Devlne. a scheming. I villainous" "Stop, father, stop! This Is too ab surd." The Countess VecchI had step ped between the two men. "It wns all my fault. I was running away, and Mr. Devlne trhid to stop me, nnd when I wouldn't be stopped he went with me and carried the bag. Then It rain ed, and he got wet. He Is splendid, splendid, and he is very wet." "Sure, h'e Is wet." assented Mrs. Timmlns solemnly. In a dazed manner Mr. Hewlngton inspected ouce more the obviously damp condition of Mr. Devlne's rai ment "Yes, yes, Adele. I suppose It Is all right but It is not yet clear in my mind." The Cherub wns not Inclined to con tinue the dialogue. "Oh. we'll straight en that all out in the morning, Mr. Hewlngton." A moment later the chimes of a French clock announced the hour of 3. "Three o'clock!" exclulmed the Cher ub "I don't believe you'll catch that 7:30 train, will you, countess?" She had started up the stairs, but she turned to smile and shake her nead. It was a friendly smile. to be continued. Lifting Power of Plants. l-'Nperlments of a. peculiar char nir have Just been carried out at BP-tal of tho noted agricultural col It "' of tho United States, the ob ject being to ascertain the lifting pnver of growing plants of different species. Farmers uro well acquaint ed with the fact that tho roots of trees will disrupt and sometimes overturn a stono wall, but the lifting power of tender vegetables is equal ly surprising. The one result which lins. perhaps, attracted tho greatest ntientlon Is the discovery that a weight of two and a halt tons can be Ilttort by the common American pumpkin In the course of Its devel opment. Dr. Carpenter relatos tho story of a paving stone, weighing elFhty-three pounds, that was raised from Its bed (when Joined by others on all four sides) by such a soft pleco of fungi as the common mush room. And still another and more remarkable Instance Is recorded. A man, having a cask of sweet wlno, plnced It In an empty collar to ma ture. When examined several years later It had risen from tho floor of thp cellar to tho celling, navlng been borne , upward upon tho tender shoots of a vine fungus, with which tho cellar was tilled. 8TOCKINQ IMPOVERISHED HER. Poor Widow, the Loser, Had Been Saving for Year to Buy a Home. I.os Angelos, Cak While alighting at night from a car at Sixth and Cen tral avenue Mrs. Thomas McNallen, of No. 419 Contra! avenue, lost f 1,160. Mrs. McNallon is a widow with th mo small children to support 8he had worked nnd saved to buy a home. The money lost represented every thing of value she owned. She car ried the money in a small purse in her stocking. As sh stepped from the car her itocklng ripped and ths purse dropped tn Mm mtrmnt AGREED WITH THE COUNT. Judge Relates a Qood Story About a Fsmous Backwoods Character. A supremo court Judge tolls this story about a famous chnractor around the minor courts, Tall, gaunt and gawky, he had a fund of rendy Irish wit and a dignity of presence and carriage which, combined with n booming bast voice, was humorous In Itself. All tho Judges know him nnd were lenient with his Infractions of court rulos. Tho character, who was n lawyer of the shyster class, was defending a cnoo In court one day before a Justice who was particularly fond of him. He went to luncheon with his client When court resumed after luncheon It wa evident that he had enjoyed his midday meal. Realizing the situation the Justice leaned over and said: "This case Is postponed until to morrow. The counsel for the defense Is in no condition to proceed with It" The lawyer rose to his feet unstead ily and gazed earnestly at the court Then his deep voice boomed out: "Your honor, I havo known you, mnn, boy and child, for thirty years on the blnch and off the blnch and it Is the first time In all these years I have known you to make a rulln' accord ance with the facts." Then ho sat down. A Frank Estimate. To many persons who are not actors the stage seems a delightful and fns clnattng place. In a book called "The Actress," Louise Closser Hale, her self an actress, tells some of her ex periences with girls who envy her profession. One day one of them, from behind a counter in a shop, said, "I should have went on the stage." "She evidently wantod to talk, nnd I strove to be Interested," says Miss Ilnle. "But see how tired I am," I said tc her. "I have to work very hard nH It 1p, and I had to work much harder to gain what little recognition I huve had." "Oh, yes," she responded, compla cently gazing at herself In a mirror. "But, you see, I have talent." A Deal In Timber. A timber merchant was sitting In his ofTlcc one day musing sadly over the general depression In tho wood trade, when a quiet looking young man entered. "Do you sell beech wood?" asked the stranger. "Yes, sir," replied tho merchant, rising with alacrity, and hoping de voutly to book a large order. "Wo can supply any quantity on tho short est notice, either In tho log or the plank." "Oh, I don't want so much as that," said the youth, shifting his feet un easily. "I just want a bit for a fiddle bridge." Wanted the Sting. The students of an eastern college grew so reckless In their behavior that the professor one morning at chapel thought to reprove their con duct by a lecture on morality. They listened with due submission and hu mility. In the course of his lecture he said: "My young friends, the floors of hell are paved with champagne, automo biles and chorus girls." He was horri fied to hear one of the students say In a sepulchral tone: "Oh, death, where Is thy sting?" KNOWS WHAT SHE'S AFTER. First Sweet Young Thing What are you doing here, dear? Second Sweet Young Thing Look ing for a hbsband. First Sweet Young Thlng-j-But you have got one. Second Sweet Young Thing That's tho one I'm looking for. Why the Eggs Scrambled. A traveler In the dining car of a Georgia railroad had ordered fried eggi for breakfast. "Can't give you fried eggs, boss," the negro waiter In formed him, "lessen you wait until we stop." "Wiy, how Is that?" "Well' do cook, he says de road's so rough dat evory time he trie to fry nigs doy scrambles." Defined, "After all," queried the maiden fair, what Is marriage?" "Marriage." repllod tho young ma tron, "Is the process by which a wom an doprlves herself of nn escort." Chicago News. Answered. The Poet Is thero a literary club In this vicinity? The editor (reaching behind the desk) There Is. Are you literary? Cleveland Leader, There Is something tremendously human about the sun. At morning and oTsninf , when It looks blggeat end the most Imposing, It gives off tut least host 1 1 J n .an no nn nH 1 The Way of a Woman 1 ! till im HQ "What beastly hot weather," ox claimed Tom Coleman, sitting down j on tho grass beside his sister Lillian. ; "Phew! Just catch mo playing ten- j nls again to-day," ho continued, mop plug hi b fnco. I "I wish you hadn't played," retort- ed Daisy Wilson; "It would havo spnred mo the humiliation of being , boatcn." "Too bad," teaslngly said 1 Tom; "but If you come to mo on somo I cool day I'll give you lessons cheap." "A fig for your kindness," flashed back 1 Daisy, "I could beat you If I really ' cared to. I dare you to play another 1 set." 8he Jumped to her feet and grasped her racket with a determined look on her pretty face. She made a very pretty picture. A slender, grace- t ful girl of 22. Her soft, fluffy hair was j piled high on her shapely head. Her beautiful dark eyes flashed and her I Hps looked like a crimson streak. Her faco was flushed from the hot sun. I "Will you play?" demanded Daisy, "or perhaps you are afraid." ! "You can't catch me that way," i said Tom, shaking his head. "I'd i rather bo called a coward than melt j Into oblivion. I must refuse, Daisy," i he continued mournfully. j "You are afraid," said Daisy, curl- , Ing her pretty Hp. "Perhaps," said Tom, "but I'll talk to you Instead." "That would be ten times worse," i disdainfully repllod Daisy. "Very ) well, have It your own way," said Tom, letting a grieved look appear on , his handsome face. ! "Do stop, both of you," said gentle ' Lillian, tearfully. "I wish you would i not torment each other so. Now listen to me," she continued. "I received a letter from Victor Moore. He Is com ing to-morrow." A pretty blush stole over her face. "I know It," said Tom. "I also re ceived a letter. He Is going to bring ti friend along." I "Who is Victor Moore?" asked Daisy with Interest "A friend of mine," said Tom, "but don't hold that tgalnst him." "Why, I shall be most pleased to fee him; In fact, charmed," replied Daisy. Tom eyed her suspiciously, but said nothing. "I wish he would hurry and come. I am longing for someone to talk to," said Daisy. "Well, I can hurry him up by tele graph If you want me to." replied Tom lazily. "Oh, thero Is no need for that." air ily responded Daisy. Victor Moore hnd come with his friend, Edgar Winters. Daisy eyed up both young men and decided that Vic tor was the beBt looking, but as he had eyes only for Lillian she gave him up nnd turned all her batteries upon the hapless Edgar Winters. He danced attendance upon her from morning to ' night and Boon discovered that his 1 heart was gone for good this time. Both young men had been urged to spend a few weeks and both eagerly accepted the Invitation. All this while Tom looked on both Winters and Daisy in an amused fash- I Ion. One morning on coming down stairs i he met Daisy dressed in a riding habit. "Good morning, Daisy," he said cheerfully, "going for a ride with Win ters?" "Yes," shortly replied Dnlsy, "no ono else cares to go with me." "Why, Daisy, I should be pleased to go," said Tom, "but I am afraid to approach you nowadays for fear of be ing challenged to a mortal combat" "I wish you would stop teasing me," tearfully said Daisy. "That's all you do." "Daisy," snld Tom In a low tone, "dear Daisy, let rao take you riding this morning. Please do," this last humbly. Daisy looked up suspiciously. "Mak ing fun of mo again. Tom Coleman you are horrid," and with a stamp of her foot she walked off quickly. Tom looked after her with a tender look In his eyes and smiled to himself as If he had Just discovered something. "Daisy," Edgar Winters wns saying, "I love you, dear." They were seated on a mossy bank where Daisy had wanted to get off her horse to pick flowerB. "Are you sure there Is no hope for me," he continued sadly. Daisy mourn fully nodded her head. "It's Tom, isn't it?" he asked. Again she nodded her head. He helped her on her horse and silently they rode home. Daisy had an uneasy feeling that she bad not acted fairly, but she stilled It with the thought thnt he would easily forgot her after he got back to town. That night Winters went home. When he shook hands with Tom he said, "She loves you, old man; I wish you both all the happi ness in the world." They shook hands warmly. That night on going into tho library Tom stumbled and almost fell over a email heap. On turning on the lights he saw Daisy sitting on the floor with her head buried In tho largo arm chair. Going over he lifted her gently and laughing softly he drew her in his arms tenderly. "So It Is me you love after all," he said happily. Getting no answer he tried to look Into her face, but she buried It deeper and deeper. "Oh, I say, Daisy, I love you." His arms tightened around her. "You may aa well make up your mind to have me," he continued, "for I have made up my mind to marry you. You need someone to take care of you." Still getting no answer he dropped his light, airy tones and said quietly, "Do you love me, Daisy?" A muffled "yes" was his answer. B. MILDRED WIN-Bl'RQH. MILLINKItS MULTIPLYING. Their Trade Fourteenth AtnonR the Callings of Women Breadwinners. Millinery ranks fourteenth among tho pursuits in which women are en gaged as brindwlnnors. It Is n dis tinctly woman's occupation, 1)4.4 por cent, or nil mllllnors In tho United States being women. Only two occupations have a lnrg cr proportion of women: dressmak ing, with U7.6 per cent., and house keeping with U4.7 per cent. Seam stresses are Dl.U per cent, of thom women. Those four occupations wore tho only occupations In which women constitute over ninu-tcnths of nil persons employed Almost nine-tenths of the women milliners are native whites. In large cities more than half the milliners were under 25 yeait. of age Prob ably whn they excei .1 that age they marry mid If they lemnin In business It Is done In the hi:stmn x name and the census credits r.lsn with being a merchant. In 18'JU there was ono milliner to every 323 women 16 years of age and over In I two one to every 2X6. This chanjto is ttiotntht to reflect the advance In the piouperlty of tho country, slme millinery to a certain extent is n Ipxury a-i-i In family budget torn s an Item thnt probably responds qulihiy to fluctuations In Income. If the tranunl training schools and technical Institutions continue to run out milliners In the next ten years as they have In tho last decade there will be one mil liner to every hundred women, and in the not far distant future. Woman in High Position. The only woman In the world who bears the Impressive title "dean of deans' Is Miss i.aura C. 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