THB WANDaRLUST.
I must away I Ths open read
The olden oaths which well
I would ro hence, to search
Untrodden fields wherein the
And streams are dancing:. And upon the brow
Of unsealed heights I would In wonder bow.
Then tempt the valleys where none else Is seen;
Tread all the paths and seek lit each ravine
Those unknown treasures which my soul desires,
And on the rocks build my weird, votive fires.
1 cannot tarry here where to my gaze
All, all Is wearyl All so understood!
I must go hence to tread a thousand ways
O'er sunlit plains and In the shadowed wood! -
Lurana W. Sheldon, m the New York Times.
The Madness
n
By May Isabel FUK,
Pierrette fidgeted about for some
moments, and then arose from the
cloud upon which she had been seated.
"What's the trouble, little one?"
inquired Pierrot with a yawn and
stretching himself lazily.
Pierrette did not reply but walked
restlessly about, and finally, leaning
over the rim of a near-by cloud1, gazed
hungrily down to the earth below and
watched the tiny black dots darting
hither and yon like so many ants on
gin anthill, but apparently without so
much method In what they were about.
Pierrot regarded her Intently for,
gome moments and then approached
her. Gently he put his arm across her
shoulders, but with an alien lmpa
tlebce Pierrette Jerked away.
"Why, sweetheart!" exclaimed Pier
rot in surprise.
"Oh, I'm tired of everything," said
Pierrette sullenly, and became en
grossed in watching the mortals be
low. "Yes, I am," she continued,
turning upon Pierrot with a sudden
fierceness. "You needn't look so hurt
nd surprised; it won't make the least
difference. I tell you I'm tired of
everything"
"Hush!" responded Pierrot quietly
"you don't know what you are saying.''
Be tried to take her hands, but again
be pulled away.
He drew her, still resisting, to a low
Cloud and forced her to sit beside him.
"Now tell me all about it. What's
tipset you so?"
Pierrette tried Ineffectually to rise.
"Let me go," Bhe whispered; "I hate
sitting on these damp old clouds."
Pierrot instantly loosened his hold, but
he arose with her and followed to
Where she leaned over and stared with
growing fascination at the panorama
spread beneath.
"They're all real down there. I'm
tired of all this pretending. Nothing's
real here, we make believe all the
time. I tell you I can't Btand it any
longer. I want real thingB, real peo
ple, real emotion, real everything."
Bhe ceased abruptly; but Pierrot stood
motionless and silent at her side. Pres
ently she resumed:
"Down ihere they're busy and gay
and have such jolly times. I've often
eeen them the .women in such lovely
frocks going to dinners and receptions
and theatres, end such splendid men In
Ihelr beautiful straight black clothes
and the nicest white shirts and mono
cles. I've often' watched out here at
night when you've thought I was safe
In bed. I've looked into where all
those little pin spots of- light come
from. They're restaurants and hotels,
and it's all bright and beautiful, and
the meet extraordinary and delightful
things to eat, and the men whiBper the
loveliest things to the women and the
.women smile and look happy over It;
and up here it's all dark and dull and
'stupid no pretty electric light, noth
ing but these Btupld old stars and thnt
freaky and irresponsible moon. It's
fall make believe, and I hate It hate
Jt" She broke off and buried her
face in her hands, while her body was
shaken with soundless sobs.
Piers ot sighed deeply, and took the
llttlo, still resisting figure in his arms
nd caressed the soft rings of hair
nestling on the head that reached just
vs high as his heart
t "I -was afraid it would com some
day," he whispered. "You won't take
my -word for it that here only are you
safe and happy. Yes, happy," he re
peated, In response to a violent wrig
gle of protest from Pierrette. "All
ithe beautiful things you have seen
ibave been but the outer signs you
'fcave not looked Into the hearts and
Iknown, as I have. That Is because you
are young and have not known what
suffering is yet. And I had hoped,
dear heart, to keep It all from you,
iperhaps forever."
i "I not know suffering!" indignantly
broke in Pierrette." "Did I not lose
that shining gold-and-silver hall you
gave me, and did not that lemon Ice
Cfaro made from the .first winter's snow
five me most frightful distress? Don't
tell me I have not experienced suffer
ing fcoth mental and physical ot the
Terr worst kind. And I don't want
any ore long, lugubrious lectures
about being content with what we
tve up here and no crying after the
'unattainable, and all that rubbish. The
Viaattainable' is just what I want
and, moreover, intend to have so you
needn't say any more about It or try
.to make me sorry, because I shan't be,
no matter what you say or look, so
now!" )
Again Pierrot sighed deeply, and,
drawing away, stood silent with folded
arms and eyes very grave. He regard
ad with deepest concern Pierrette's
flushed and angry countenance. He
knew it would, be useless to argue or
.entreat or be harsh. He could only
wait and watch the outcome.
As dusk drew on the deepening tur
quoise of sky-and dimming disk of set
sing sun made each cloud look porten-
tons and lowering.
attract! me to forego
m footstecs kaow.
along the way.
flowers are aay.
of Pierrette.
Pierrette sat apart and brooded,
with her chin in her upturned palms.
"Now that that Is real life," she
muttered to herself, "and this is mere
ly dulness and stagnation personified.
I'm glad I was beastly to Pierrot, and
I'm glud I've found I've a horrid tem
per, and I'm glad I'm just as hateful
as I am, and I'm going to be as much
worse as I can Just as wicked as ever
I know how. I wonder if I dare "
She arose and timidly climbed out
on a further Jutting bank of the clouds.
She looked down. A gray haze was
ushering in the coming night and
forging Into one great blur all the
countless twinkling lights. Suddenly
she let herself go and began to slip
lip.
And then she found herself floating,
slowly and gently, downward. Larg
er and more distinct grew the great
stars below, until they finally resolved
themselves Into broad belts ot Illumi
nation; a faint hum intensified into' a
mighty roar, and what had looked like
strange dun colored beehives from
above became smoke discolored hous
es. Through the crowded streets
rushed huge, mysterious vehicles, pro
pelled by no visible means, each guid
ed by a wild and soiled looking person
on the front seat. The whole affair
left a frightful odor iu its wake.
Swarms of mortals filled the roof and
Inside and were constantly making
their way up and down the narrow
stairway.
Pierrette chose one of the most bril
liantly lighted thorough fares In which
to alight. Her feet first touched the
earth directly In front of one of the
great show Windows, through whose
transparent protection she gazfd In
rapture at the dazzling array of femi
nine apparel. It must be from a place
like this that those gorgeous costumes
worn by the women she had watched
were taken. She fairly gloated over
the display of soft silks and shining
satins and the glittering sequined
gowns. Ah! if she could just for once
don one of those exquisite frocks.
SAVED FOR
By Edgar L. Vincent.
"Joe's got a new camera, Pa. He stopped and showed it to
me this morning. It's a dandy, too! He's going to take pictures
for the farm papers when he gets it learned. They want all kinds
of 'em cows, horses, hens, trees, and, oh, everything you can
think of!"
Father straightened some of the kinks out of his back and lis
tened to the boy's story ot the fine acquisition which had come to
the neighbor boy. He knew what the light In the lad's eye meant,
too; it was the fire of a wish and a beauttrul hope deep down In
his heart.
But how was that wish to be gratified? Could he get the
means to gratify the hope which he knew was in his boy's soul for
a camera juBt like Joe's?
While the boy went on, In his heart something like this was
running:
' "Times have been pretty snug for a few years. Not much
money above a living. Sometimes a tight nip to make ends meet.
I don't see where the money Is to come from to get the camera."
Then swiftly came this other thought:
Bonis getting a tilt uneasy lately. The old farm doesn't have
the charms for him it used to have. Wonder "
Then very quietly the words came from the lips of the hard
working farmer: '
"And my boy would like a camera, too? Is that it?"
"How in the world did you guess, Pa? I never said so, did I?"
Ah, the heart of the true father! How keen it Is to know the
secrets of the boy he loves! Words never spoken; thoughts never
put Into language; hopes which live only In dreams, he understands
them all. And somehow .the money came for the new camera,
lust how it was done father and mother alone could tell you.
Surely It meant the cutting oft of some things which seemed very
necessary 'before, but which love could leave out when the time
came for It.' .
And there were many dollars needed after that. Films, de
velopers, paper, trays these all cost money; and yet there never
was a word of fault found. The apprentice muBt spoil a lot of
material before he gets to be an expert
But what do all these things amount to as long as through it
all father sees the old love for the farm and Its scenes coming back
and coming more strong than, ever? If the links may be more
tightly riveted, holding the lad to the old place and giving him a
better grip on himself than he ever had before, is it not worth all
the sacrifice and the work? Manhood 1b counted up, not In dol
lars, but in heart-beats. Progressive Farmer.
There that one with tho white tulle,
embroidered in silver, and the sea
green shining wrap, with the jewelled
buttons.
No one seemed to see or notice her,
and then she remembered she had
about her the cloak that rendered her
Invisible to mortal gaze1. She slipped
Into the shop Just as the last attendant
was leaving. With trembling hands
she tore the shining frock end coat
from the window and clad herself in
the shimmering mass. Over all she
flung her own cloak and then Went out
again. Whlthar now?
She fan lightly along the same
street, which soon brought her to a
park on one side and opposite houses
with brilliant lights, in the windows ot
which sat many of ihose lovely men in
those beautiful black buIU with the l
white shirts, aad many wore ths fasci
nating monocles. Bhe paused for ft
moment In front of one t these hous
es and aj she did so her own cloak
slipped from her shoulders ' to the
ground. She stooped to pick it up,
when a voice said, "Allow me," and
turning, Pierrette looked straight into
the eyes of one of the men she had
been admiring In the window.
Pierrette smiled sweetly at him.
She had no conception of her exquisite
ethereal loveliness as she stood full in
the flood of illumination from the un
curtained windows.
"May I take you to your carriage or
motor, or whatever you have wait
ing?" inquired the man.
Pierrette laughed outright at this.
"But I have no motor or anything
waiting."
The man drew a step nearer and re
garded her more closely. He looked
puzzled. "But surely you are not
here alone and like this?"
"Oh, but I am," returned Pierrette
with glee.
The man did not respond at once,
but continued to regard her perplexed
ly. When he spoke it was with a cer
tain diffidence that sat upon him with
an unaccustomed air.
1'Would would you care to come
and dine with me?" he asked at
length.
"Do you mean in one of those beau
tiful big hotels, with all the lights and
music?" demanded Pierrette, her eyes
sparkling with anticipation.
"Why, ot course. Wherever you
like." .
"But I don't know. Yoa choose: I
shall be sure to be pleased wherever
you take me."
Presently an electric brougham that
had been waiting in the shadow, drew
up at the curb, and the man put Pier
rette carefully within it and then
placed himself beside her. This was
another of those mysterious vehicles
that ran without visible means, but
this one had no stairway outside It
and it went quietly and with no dread
ful odor.
When they were seated at a delight
ful little flower-laden table in a screen
ed corner and the sllentfooted waiter
had been given the order, the man
turned and looked long and earnestly
at Pierrette before speaking.
Pierrette blushed and hung her head
under the close scrutiny, although she
was pleased and greatly excited.
"I want you to understand," he said
quietly, "that while I do not know Just
what it means I do comprehend there
is something unusual about all this.
You may tell me or you may not it
doesn't matter. I shall not ask any
questions if you do not wish me to. I
want you to feel" He paused al
most in embarrassment. Pierrette's
great eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, dear!" she cried, "your tone is
so severe. I believe you are going to
tell me you don't think you will like
me.'
The man stared at hor with a sud-
THE FARM.
den amazement, which quickly gave
way to a smile. "You are the most be
wildering creature I have ever met."
He shrugged his shoulders. , "Never
mind; I shan't try to fathom you yet.
Here is something to pledge our recent
and strange meeting."
Two tiny glasses of a pale amber
liquid, in which a bright red cherry
bobbed merrily, were placed before
them.
"How pretty!" said Pierrette, and
held the miniature goblet to her tips.
Walt," said the man, putting out a
restraining hand. "Just one sip of
that for you; you may have the
cherry."
Pierrette obediently relinquished the
glass, though she nibbled delightedly
at the cherry, which was saturated
with a pungent and burning fluid that
hit nsr tongue but held an Insidious
law.
"Oh! but I like It," she cried.
Presently she was gazing with eager
attention at the crowd of diners now
rapidly filling the room. "How lovely
the women all are!" she said softly.
The man raised his eyebrows. "H'm
yes if any of it Is real."
"Real!", echoed Pierrette. "What
do you mean?"
"Why, even with your evident Inex
perience you must know that the deep
rose of those cheeks, the shadow be
neath the eye and the very scarlet
lips have all been assisted in their va
rious colorings."
"Really!" exclaimed Pierrette, In
disappointment. After a foment,
"Then then I must be very ugly In
deed, for I have nothing put on like
that."
A sudden flame leaped Into the man's
eyes as he looked across at the charm
ing face upraised to his.
"You are like a lovely Illy in a gar
den ot very perfect artificial flowers."
Pierrette's heart beat quite madly.
This was like the fascinating things
she used to overhear the men saying
to the women when she had looked
down to earth and listened. And now
they were actually being said to her,
little Pierrette. She just wished that
Pierrot could hear he wouldn't think
she was such a child and so unimpor
tant. Aloud she said: "Oh, how beauti
ful! Do say it again; I was so afraid
you were not going to tell me lovely
things like that, and I did want to
hear them so."
Again the flame sprang up in the
man's eyes and his voice was a bit
unsteady when he spoke.
"I wonder if you are the unsophisti
cated child you appear to be, dropped
from heaven knows where, or is it
possible you are a very clever woman
of the world?"
Pierrette clapped her hands and
laughed and then pouted. "I am not
a child," she said In an agrrieved
tone, "and I am a very clever woman
of the worldL"
The man threw back his head and
gave way to unrestrained mirth.
"Out of your own mouth you are
convicted. The woman of the world
would have Insisted she was a child.
What manner of stray nymph or dryae
or sprite are' you?"
"Why, I'm Just Pierrette," replied
Pierrette, gravely.
"'Pierrette'; the name suits you
wonderfully, so let it be Pierrette if
that is your whim; you certainly are
not of the earth earthy."
Pierrette was enchanted with all
the strange dishes, and when with a
loud pop that almost terrified her from
a dark green bottle something bub
bled forth that fizzed delightfully, she
looked at her host with pleading eyes.
"May I have just a little?"
"Yes, but only a very, very little."
Pierrette sipped daintily and with
great appreciation.
"It is quite, quite perfect. It feels
like heavenly sweet little needles
pricking my throat. Don't let us have
anything more to eat; I much prefer
this beautiful drink."
The man was greatly amused, bait
promptly denied the request. After a
time he asked her very gently, "Would
you care to tell me anything about
yourself? Not that I want to pry," he
added quickly, "but I am greatly inter
ested. Do Just as you feel about It."
Pierrette crumbled a bit of bread
and looked thoughtfully at her vis-a-vis.
She hesitated prettily before re
plylng.i "Well," she begnn slowly, "I I have
Just come and and I shnn't stay
very long and and I'm quite alone
and I want a perfectly heavenly time.
No," she corrected, "I want a nice
earthy time. That's it real and
things and and you are not saying
to me all the lovely things I had hoped
you were going to. Perhaps I am very
dull or something."
The man had listened to this recital
with varying emotions. Then he lean
ed across the table and covered the
small fingers lying there with his own.
"Don't," he said sternly. "Don't,
child or not, you must not say such
things; you don't know what you are
doing." He pushed her hand away a
trifle roughly.
Pierrette shrank back in her chair,
hurt and afraid. Her eyes filled with
tears.
"I'm so sorry If 1 have offended
you," she said brokenly. "You are so
beautiful in your straight black
clothes and that white shirt and the
little eyeglass; and I had hoped you
were going to like me so much and
tell me such fasciantlng things. I'm
disappointed, that's all."
"There, there, little Pierrette, I did
not mean to wound you inexplicable
whimsy that you are. I don't under
stand at all, so I shan't try. Lift up
your head and smile again. We won't
think for the moment. We will Just
be happy and pretend "
"No, no!" interrupted Pierrette,
shaking her head vigorously, "that's
exactly what I don't want! everything
must be real real,;' With sudden sus
picion, "Were you only pretending
when you said I was much nicer to
look at than those other ladies with
stuff on their faces?"
"I certainly do mean you are the
very loveliest thln I have ever looked
upon;there Is a mysterious ethereal
something about you I cannot fathom
which puts you in a place quite by
yourself. I don't at all understand;
you are stirring elements in me I nev
er knew I possessed staid, settled
man ot the world as I am, you have
completely bewildered me. I want
very much to tell you something."
"Yes, yes," encouraged Pierrette,
breathlessly. "Well?"
"That I love you," he whispered,
and under the cover of the kindly
flowers reached across the table again
and Imprisoned the small fingers hy
ing there.
On!" exclaimed Pierrette, "bow per
fectly delightful! I have little tingles
down to my finger tips the ones you
are squeezing and the others and I
feel all bubbly near my heart, Just like
that liquid In your glass. And is that
what all the other men are saying to
the ladles here that makes them smile
and look so pleased?"
Once more, after a puzzled look, the
man gave vent to prolonged laughter.
"I give It up," he said at last "I
only know you are the most entranc
ing and bathing bit of femininity I
have ever encountered In my varied
career."
Later as they were sipping their
coffee the man inquired, "What would
you like to do now? It's rather late
for the theatre; would you care to
look in at a ball?"
Pierette considered and pursed her
pretty mouth In the effort
"I think I should like to ride in the
carriage you brought me in; that
didn't make a noise or smell horribly.
May we?"
' "Certainly; anything you like."
Soon they were dashing through
brilliantly lighted and thronged thor
oughfares to plunge suddenly into a
still and silent street lined with dig
nified and solemn houses. Then again
the glare and noise and movement
After a time Pierrette said, "And now
I would like Intense quiet and peace,
and green trees and gardens."
Obedient to her whim the motor was
whirled about, and ere long they were
rolling smoothly into fresher, sweeter
air and along silent roads. Above a
young spring moon made shadows of
swaying branch and leaf. Pierrette
sank back against the cushions with a
sigh of supreme content
"What a glorious night!" said the
man, looking up at the stars.
"Don't," murmured Pierrette ner
vously. "Pierrot might"
"What did you say?" inquired the
man.
"Oh, nothing." She shivered a lit
tle The man reached for her own
cloak lying on the opposite seat, but
Pierrette stopped him. "No, no, I'm
not cold yet."
Presently she found one of her
gloveless bands nesting contentedly in
that ot the man. She liked the warm
human clasp. She was very well sat
isfied and leaned a little nearer to
him.
"And this Is really real, Isn't It?"
she whispered.
"it eeems to me more like a dream
than anything I have ever experi
enced," said the man quietly. Very
tenderly he put an arm about her and
drew her to him. She did not resist,
but trembled with shyness and a cer
tain sweet delight. She lay against
his arm, her heart beating to suffoca
tion, but with an infinitely pleasing
palpitation.
In the penumbra of a long line of
drooping trees the man bent to her
lips. For an instant she yielded to the
new, divine madness; she became gid
dy, then, burning through her brain
like a white hot iron searing all else
away was the thought, "What would
Pierrot say?" She could not tell him
this.
She tried to draw away, but the man
held her close.
"No, no, sweetheart; I can never
let you go. Witch or sprite what
ever you are you have woven a spell
about me that I cannot understand,
but I know you can never break. I
care not who nor what you are; I
want you and shall have you and keep
you with me forever, though I fight
the whole world to get you. Dearest,
look at me; let me see your eyes."
-Ah! this was real, real.
Pierrette struggled frantically to
free herself. "You must let me go!
You must let me go!" she panted,
"Why won't you let me go?"
"Because I love you."
"No, no; this Is not love. I know
now this isn't real. Real love means
sacrifice, subservience of self, and all
devotion" She broke Into sobs and
fell back quivering. "I'm cold, so cold,
and frightened."
The man caught up her cloak and
put It carefully about her, and then
Softly but swiftly she floated up In
the still night air and on and on, up
and up. The noise and roar of the
city's streets gave way to an Ineffable
silence and coolness; the great belts
of Illumination' became again tiny
points of light. Sweet and fresh the
rarefied night air fanned her hot
cheeks.
With a little cry of joy and relief
she slipped upon a law hanging cloud
and began to scramble up its side.
There, in the half-light was some one
standing, who now came to her with
outstretched arms.
"Pierrette!"
"Pierrot!" And she was sobbing on
his breast and clinging to him with
frantic clutch. "Never, never let me
go again; I found all the real things
down there were only pretence while
all we pretend here la really real."
The Tatler. .
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of the baton time was kept by the
first violinist or by the pianist
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er, with an indication of the branch
or branches of work In which he
claims to be specialy adept and in-'
structed. Dundee Advertiser.
A BANKER'S NERVE
Broken hy Coffee and Restored by
Postum.
A banker needs perfect control of
the nerves and a clear, quick, accur
ate brain. A prominent banker of;
Chattanooga tells how he keeps him
self in condition:
"Up to 17 years of age I was nod
allowed to drink coffee, bnt as soon
as I got out Into the world I began to
use it and grew very fond of It For
some years I noticed no bad effects
from its use, bnt in time It began to
affect me unfavorably. My hands
trembled, the muscles of my face
twitched, my mental processes seemed
slow, and in other ways my system
got out of order. These conditions
grew so bad at last that I had to give
up coffee altogether.
"My attention having been drawn
Postum, I began Its use on leaving off
the coffee, and it gives me pleasure to
testify to Its value. I find It a dell
clous beverage: like It Just as well as
I did coffee, and during the years
that I have nsed Postum I have been
free from the distressing symptoms
that accompanied the use of coffee.
The nervousness has entirely .disap
peared, and I am as steady of hand as
a. boy ot 25, though I am more thai
92 years old. 1 owe all this to Pos
tum." "There's a Reason." Read the
little book, "The Road to Wellville."
In pkgs. Grocers sell.
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to rime. The
auv genuine, true, and fnll ot fcnmas
Interest.
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