(Copyright.) They called him Piootin. It was not his real name. Nobody knew whether he had a real name or not, hut It was of no consequence, for he was only a clown. Poor Plcotin! He had been tum bling about Inside the clrcus-rlng ever since he could remember. How he first came Into it no one could tell .any more than himself, except a very deaf old sweeper, who recollected that K trainer had brought him there as a mere baby, capable of being balanced on the tip of an acrobat's toe, or quiet ly folded up in a travelling-bag. From this Initial stage of a performer, and from lisping droll impertinences, the boy developed gradually Into a llrst-rate clown, but, like many another mirth pro voklng genius, Piootin was sad and solitary in his ways. With a heart that yearned for sym pathy. for affection, he found himself doomed to appear ridiculous even when ho most wished to be serious. Ills dolorous face was provocative of laughter, eveu without Its paint, his smallest utterance was greeted as a joke; for a clown, In the estimation of most people, must always be merry and have quips and cranks for everything under the sun. Plcotin was the prince of Jesters, yet he had a history. Of course there was a woman in It. Well, was there ever a life-story yet worth relating that had not a woman In It of some sort or another? She was very young, with the face of a seraph and a slight, rounded ilg ure reminding one of a flower bell swayed to and fro by the wind, as she balanced herself on the tight-rope night after night before""an admiring audience. A little smile was always on her lips as If she experienced a joyous delight In the supple grace of her own lithe body, and her starry eyes shone with the innocence of a child. Plcotin adored her. One evening, during the performance, Rome senseless person, cither drunk or too fond of ti practical Joke, let off several crackers all of a sudden, and threw a squib down Into the ring right at Hahinettc. She gave a terrified scream and fell from the rope. Pieotin rushed forward and received her In his arms. The pretty face was pale beneath its dab of rouge, and he saw that she had fainted. Then he carried her out, and, having left her In the care of some women, tore up among the seats of the audi ence, and seized the offender by the collar. Everyone made way for him as he hauled the coward into the ring. Once there, the infuriated clown administer ed a sound thrashing before the eyes of the public. The management did not Interfere, seeing that the chastise ment was richly deserved, and that it was also applauded. After that Pieotin was more popular than ever. He was also happier; for Babtnctte had thanked him prettily, and he had ventured to speak to her parents about his desire to make her his wife, to which they had consented. Pretty Babtnette, meanwhile, as the heroine of that exciting episode of the crackers, had awakened great enthus iasm among a set of idle fellows who were always thrusting their admira tion upon her, and when Pieotin threat ened to thrash thorn all she laughed in his face, crunching the bonbons they had sent her, with teeth sharp and white as those of a little field mouse. Was it possible thought the poor clown that this child with the starry eyes was becoming a mere course and vulgar wo man, such as the others about them? But he shuddered at the thought, thrusting it from blip, and waiting patiently to overcome the petulant dis taste she seemed to have taken all at once to the idea of being married. "See, Babinette, hsw much money they give me. My wife can be quite a fine lady if she chooses," he said to her one day, in his queer voice, that had a crack in it, and never could be brought to murmur soft sentences, such as he would have liked to caress her ear with, after the fashion of a lover. Bablnette looked wistfully at the gold pieces. She took them up in her duinty fingers, and let them drop again into his palm. "Yes." she answered, making a rose bud of her mouth, "but you—you will always be a clown." For the first time in his life the poor fellow felt degraded in following the only profession he had ever known. He did not reflect that her own walk in life was very simillar to his, and that It would be solely through him she would be at liberty to quit it, which he was quite determined she should do on becoming his wife. He was too much in love to reflect at all; he was simply conscious of some vague sense of injustice. A few days after that he was stroll ing in one of the public gardens when a murmur of voices caught his ear. In a shady side path he saw a couple of young lovers seated on a bench hand in hand, and gazing into each other's eyes. He would have walked on be hind them without paying further at tention had not the girl turned her profllo In his direction. There was no mistaking those lines of cheek, and brow, and chin, almost cherubic in their sofii k s, nor the delicate, scarce ly perceptible upward curve of the tiny nose that made Hnbinette n pict ure of childish innocence, yet Picotin gazed stupidly at htr, doubtful whether to believe his own sens s. What was she doing here with her >hand In that of another when she was his af fianced wife? He did not have to wait long for an j explanation. Vows ami protestations fell upon his ears mingled with entreaties and con temptous expressions regarding him- I self, to which the girl listened in silence, I while one by one tears crept from be tween her curled lashes and fell Into her lap. "Poor Picotin! He is so good," she murmured once or twice, "and he loves me. It will break his heart." "No clown ever had a heart," cried j the young man, with conviction. "Do | you think lie could pass his life making ; Jkeß if he suffered as I do? I It makes me tremble and turn sick | every time I see you on that dreadful rope, my darling. It is abominable, I horrible, to see all those eyes, too, fixed upon you. What is your promise to that fool, Picotin, compared to my And so this youth wooed her with soft voice and ardent words, while the girl listened with head bent, 'like a blush-rose tremulous on its stalk be neath tin? warm breath of a summer wind. Little by little the haunting face <.f the Jest r fadt ■ ! from h< r mind as she nestled closer and closer to her lover. She wtts happy—oh, so h-appy— with his warm arm clasped about her, , and meanwhile the man, whose heart would have been torn out a blecjling sacrifice to save her pain, stood there behind them both, unheeded, with drawn face and dull eyes gazing blank ly into the future. That night Picotin failed in several of his tricks, and the peopl? roaiv) with laughter. They thought it funnier *.o see him fall than to see him succeed, for he looked at them so mournfully and shook his head in such a dismal man ner, as though it was all up with him, they took it for granted he did It on purpose. "What is the matter with Picotin?" asked one, who knew him well, of Ha binette, behind the scenes; but she only shrugged her shoulders with indif ference as she tried (o get another peep at a fair-haired young man, conspicu ous in one of the boxes. At the end of the performance, a pompous, red-faced individual, who had the look of a successful attorney, and who had watched Picotin with unfail ing interest throughout the evening, came round to the back and asked whether he could see him on a matter of importance. The manager smiled rather com temptuously, but at last gave orders to admit the stranger, who was at liberty to interview the famous clown In ills dressing-room, where ho was at that moment changing his suit of mot ley for more ordinary wear. Picotin was sitting dejectedly on a wooden box that served to hold his thmtrical wardrobe. He had not taken off his clown's dress, and his hands were still thrust into the pockets of the baggy trousers, Just as one was accustomed to see them when he strut ted about with turned-in toes inside the ring. His chin was dropped down into the Immense ruff that stood out all round his neck, and this, with the vacant expression of his eyes, gazing upwards, gave him a sufficiently lu dicrous appearance to excuse the slight dnuckle with which his visitor ap proached him. "I think,. Monsieur Picotin, you will forgive my intrusion when you are made acquainted with its cause," said this Hand personage, holding out his hand. Picotin had the instincts of a gentle man. He rose, bowed as only an acro bat, who has not an untrained muscle In his body, can bow, and offered the gentleman a rlcketty chair, the sole ar ticle of furniture of that description in the small apartment. Then he stood with legs wide apart and hands still in the baggy pockets, waiting to hear to what he owed this strange interrup tion of his meditations. "You have always passed under the name of Picotin, I believe, and been known as a clown of some repute?" Picotin nodded gloomily. He thought of his unsuccessful tricks, the only ones he had over bungled at, and which the audience had taken so good-humor edly. "Well, Monsieur, if you are tired of your profession, there is an opportunity of relinquishing it. You are heir to a fortune of forty thousand francs a year. The red-faced man seemed to swell with the magnitude of his own import ance in announcing this piece of stu pendous intelligence, and the rlcketty chair creaked beneath his weight, but neither the attitude nor the expression of the clown changed. "If monsieur will be pleased to look over those papers he will bo convinced that what I tell him is correct." Picotin put out his hand and took the papers mechanically, quite as if they were u mutter of utter indifference to himself. "Admirabli ! What talent!" thought the lawyer, convinced that the clown was still acting and more than half inclined to burst out laughing, fji tii" ey• brows, pencilled high upon the white face, almost to the roots of the hair, gave it an expression of uncon cern approaching imbecility. A long fantastic shadow was cast upon the wall from Picotin's figure, as he stood before the flaring gasjet turn lng the papers over. The lawyer thought It possible he might not bo able to rdad their contents, but he was ashamed to own It. This, however, was a mistake. In his way, the jester had a certain amount of education, and he understood enough of the Jargon cf. formalities through which he now glanced, to know that an unexpected stroke of good luck had befallen him. "I am a rich man," ho murmured, last, letting the papers rustle down o;i the floor as his hands fell dejectedly at his side. "You are, Indeed," cried the lawyer, laughing outright at the woe-begono expression with which these words were uttered. "Its too late, too, late," said Pieton, shaking his head mournfully. There were tears in liis eyes, but his voice had a break in it that was irrcsistably comic, and the lawyer rolled in his chair till one log gave way and made him jump to save himself. "In Monsieur Arnaud Bertln, rentier, the world will have lost an incompar able artiste," he exclaimed, with a po lite flourish, carefully re-collecting the documents It was his business to keep safe. Picotin sat on the wooden box, nurs ing one log with an air of gloomy medi tation. Why had it not happened be fore—a month ago even? Then he might have gone to B&blnette and told her it was in his power to make her a real, fine lady, who could have a car riago and as many gowns as she pleas ed, for he was no longer a clown, but a gentleman of fortune. She would have been delighted then, and might perhaps have danced round him, clapping her hands in the pretty, airy fashion he so loved to see. Now, he knew it would he all different. He could not buy her love, since it was given to that fuir haired youth whom, in his heart, he hated. Monsieur Emlle Bertln was furious. He had received a letter from his man of affairs that morning with the un pleasant Information that he was no longer inheritor of the fortune he had been brought up to expect. His rich and eccentric old uncle, to whose death he had so long looked forward, had. after all, left a son, the rightful heir to all his wealth, and the nephew found himself encumbered with debts he now saw no possibility of paying, be sides, being an idle fellow, with no power or inclination to gain a liveli hood by honest means, so that his rage and disappointment knew no bounds. Add to this the fact of his being in love with a girl he had no idea of relinquishing, and the state of his mind, bordering on distraction, which caused this young man to pace up and down Ills chamber, may be imagined. "Well, Habinette must keep me," he said at last, with a cynical laugh, "we will go away to some great city, where her beauty and her talents are sure to get an engagement. She will set up as a star, and they will give her any amount of money, if she can only once become the vogue. Meanwhile, that will give me time to look around. Well, why not? She loves me to distraction, the dear little thing. It would be cruel to leave her to the mercies of that odious clown. Oh! if I could only come across that precious fellow who has stepped into my Hhoes, I would find <>me means of killing him." cried Monsieur Em'ile, aloud, shaking his fist at the empty air, while a crut 1 ex pression of hatred flamed on his b tnd some features, displaying the hidden possibilities of a nature ill-disciplined and extremely selfish. He was Interrupted by the entrance j of a valet, at whom he scowled fiercely. "A—a person wishes to see you, mon sieur. I think it is Picotin, the clown," added the man, with a broad grin full of pleasurable recollections. "What the devil—"cried his master in a fury, when Picotin himself appeared upon the threshold. For a moment the young man of aris tocratic connections recoiled, drawing himself up with an air of arrogant dis pleasure, but something In the steady gaze fixed upon him made him feel un easy, and he stammered a few words of intended condescension. "This is indeed delightful. Artistes of any kind always bring their own welcome." "The man who comes to call another to account is not always so welcome," answered the clown, drily. "I do not understand," said Emlle, with a shrug of the shoulders, as he proceeded to light a cigarette, "but of course, Monsieur Picotin is always en titled to hiis Joke." "Which is of a different kind from those indulged in by young gentlemen who are capable of throwing fireworks at a woman, and nearly causing her to break her neck." "Curse him.'l thought Emile, "he knows me again." Aloud he said, in a tone of some humiliation, "Oh, is t that, a mere student's freak, I was drunk at the time—besides, you had your revenge." "No," said Picotin, choking. "I merely chastised the offender—l might have told some one who it really was." His eye was full of menace as it rest ed on the other, who from deep crim son had suddenly gone pale. "What! Habinette! She could never know! It was carnival time. We were disguised. I had on a black wig and my face was stained walnut-color. I did not mean to hurt her, but I was drunk." "And you have since then had the audacity to make Love to her!" cried Picotin. all the scorn and loathing he felt for this man apparent in his quick gesture. "Excuse me. I do not quarrel with persons like you, nor do I consider my self accountable to them for my amuse ments," said Em'ile, with supremo in solence, a-s he took the cigarette from between his Hps and watched the smoke-ring they emitted curl above his head. Quick as 'thought the clown stepped forward, plucked the tiny roll of tobac co from between the young man's deli cate fingers, and threw it in his face, where the lighted end raised a bllstei OQ his cheefc- ! tli- a I aaiJe . . u, h; .. t-y : I likj :• .'. V : a.i • pa- -<1 to consider the f i m . ; io. mus -1 cits with which !w Uto (1. 1 r. fore I he knew what hud happened, the ilan eur of tin- boulevards was ly ing with the bre.uth half crushed out of him, prostrate beneath the stern gaze of 1 Pleotln. "Apologise!" | A sullen silence succeeded this brief J ran in vun<d. With swollen empurpled | count, trance, and the clown's knee and i j hands holding him down like Iron : weights Emile Burtln still could not ' | bring himself to obey, but muttered something almost inarticulate about its i being beneath him. i "On the contrary, you are very much 1 beneath me," exclaimedd the Jester, natuhing at the opportunity out of sheer j habit, and pressing more heavily, even vhlle he 'half expected the usual laugh I to follow this repartee. "Ugh! I —l apologise," gasped Emile. t "That Is well for you," remarked i Pleotln, gravely, as he removed him self and allowed the other to stagger onto his feet again, where some of his t Insolence returned with his recovered breath. i "You have forced me to apologise for I know not what, through the exercise , of that mere brute force you have ac . quired in your training. It was tak > ing an unfair advantage of an enemy, • but I, Monsieur Emile Bertin. will do : you the honor of meeting you. Mon sieur Pleotln—clown—as one gentle man meets another. You will be wait ed on by my second. Now go." He pointed peremptorily to the door. Picotin came a step or two nearer, , his square, strong-set figure seeming suddenly imposing, while all the mobil ity of his features had vanished and left a mask of stone, rigid, implacable, as lie answered hoarsely: "I, Monsieur Arnaud Bertin. clown, refuse to meet you, Monsieur Emile l Bertin, scoundrel." i With that he -turned on his heel, and ramming ids hat down onto his brows, left the room.' i "He—he the heir! He the man who has defrauded me of my rights," shrieked Emile. "Oh, mon Dieu! would that I had killed him." But at the re membrance of that terrible, scornful face he Hung himself down, shedding tears of venom at his own impotence and humiliation. Concluded on Monday. THE TALE OP A lIAT. ' Horatio bought a fine new hat. The salesman said the tit was pat. He met a friend who said: "As yet I do not think that hat's been wet." Thoj7 w-snt forthw Ith ond wot 111<j hat Till neither knew where they "were at." I Horatio said next morn: "I think [ | This wetting makes a new hat shrink." The Worst of It7 , | Sympathizing Friend —Oh, dear; this I is dreadful 1 Even if it has been shown , Ito be a horrible mistake, yet, to think of you being arrested on suspicion of bo ; ing u shoplifter! i | Mrs. Sayles (bitterly) Yes; (boo, hoo!) Oqe of the papers said I was evidently over thirty, tool—Puck. i Content with Lena. "I suppose," said Mr. Gratebar, "that ' really the man who attains the great est possible enjoyment of life is the ' inan who finds his greatest happiness in work; but how few of us there ure , that are ambitious in that direction!"— 1 N. Y. Sun. 1 dreamed (we scribbling folk, you know, Have funny dreams sometimes, Else, pray, how could we spin our yarns And weave our merry rhymesf) I thought two proud and fond mammas Each on a bright spring day Wont walking with her little girl, As happy mothers may. Now one before the other went Some fifty years or more. And you may guess how different were The gowns and hats thoy woro. A rouglsh elf—the kind, you know, That only live i i dreams- Observed the sight, and laughed to soo Dame Fashion's odd extremes. " Ho. hoi" ho cried. "A little trlek I'll ploy these pretty dears!" And in a twinkling he exchanged The children and their years. 3? Each little daughter tripped demuro ti Beside the wrong mamma, Who all unconscious sauntered on With eyes that looked afar. Until, Just where the crossroads meet, Down glancing as she smiled, With start and frown each wondering dome Beheld her changeling child. rf Alas I what looks of dire dismay I t What woeful, shocked surprisot g That fairly laughed until the tears , Stood In his el fin eyes. J But when the little damsels wept ; To see their mothers' pain. Repenting of his naughty prank, He changed them back again. And. as I woke, two fond mammas. Still pale with such a fright. Each holding f..st her daughter's hand, Went whisking out of sight. —Murgaret Johnson, lu St Nicholas. BRAGGING IS FOOLISH. It Is Far Better to Let Other People Sing k'our l'ralscs. In some paper lately "bragging" was spoken of as u "sin," and the especial sin of the American people. But this is a charge which is not entirely true. Bv&gfflfinff is by no means confined to the American people. And bragging* is scarcely a "sin," although it is a pro nounced form of silliness. For many reasons, all sin is foolish. Of course, just as there is no boy so great a fool as the hoy who does what he knows to Ikj wrong and who expects to gain something by doing it. That can't be done, and no one knows it better than the boy who has tried it. In the first place the braggart is fool ish who brags of what ho is going to do or going to have or going to bo. What's the use? People don't want to hear you tell of what you arc "going to do." All they answer is: "Well, do it! Have it! Be it! Then talk!" There fore, don't talk beforehand. That is foolish. Wait! People dont believe you. They will laugh at you. And again, the braggart is foolish who talks of what lie is, of what ho has or what he does, in the present. It is foolish because it is unnecessary. If be is noble or great or brave ho has no need to talk about it at all. People will know it. If lie is doing a great deed he adds to the greatness of it by letting his deed speak for itself. Be sure if tho deed is a grand one it will speak for itself. People cannot help hearing or seeing. So don't boast of what you are or have to do. Lot your actions speak for you. And once more the bmggart is fool ish who boasts of what he used to bo or to have or what he used to do. Why? Because if people do not know what you have done or been they will only laugh at your loud boasting. And if they do not there is no need for you to speak of it at all, and you belittle your own act when you boast of it. The wise way is to make what you do so great that it. speak.-, itself, for that is what actions do if they arc great enough. And then all you have to do is to sit quiet and let other people sing your praises. If bragging is a "sin" it must be the silliest sin there is. And that is saying i great deal.-N. Y. World. An Lffi'eUuil Warning:. It is well known tluit certain vaga bonds desire nothing better, especially when the colli weather comes on, than to be arrested and locked up, in order that they may he taken care of for awhile. One of this fraternity succeed ed in getting himself arrested for va grancy, and on the way to the lockup he was so much overjoyed by the pros pect of not having to sleep in the open air that he behaved somewhat boister ously "Peep quiet I" thr< atoned the police •nan; "if you don't, I'll let jou go!" She Npnko Her Lltl.le i'lece. Ilattie F., six years old, is thought to give promise of elocutionary talent. When Auntie May came to visit the family, therefore, and oil'ered to give the little girl some lessons, t he oiler was gladly accepted. llattic's preference for lofty sentiment prompted tho first selection. It began: "See the englei How he soars!" After a few rehear sals, she was ready for a recitation be fore the assembled family. And there was great applause when she ex claimed: "Sec the englei How sore he *!" Mlximl tli llables I'p. In Washington county, Indiana, a woman and her daughter each gave birth to a baby on the same day. They were remarkably alike. Some friends in comparing the youngsters got them mixed. Now it is impossible to toll which is the uncle and which is the nephew. What is Castoria is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's prescription for Infants and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. It is a harmless substitute for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, aud Castor Oil. It is Pleasant. 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