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One of the Great Mysteries in Life Unexplained
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ASHINGTON.
tell
of the secretary of state and debates |
the question pro and con; debates j
with himself while gazing over the j
greensward toward where Pauline i
Wayne’s successor will be chewing I
her cud or filling the space between j
her red sides with green grass pre-
paratory to giving white milk for the
then President Wilson and his fam-
ily.
Pauline Wayne? Everybody knows
(^ecretarY
frivolous
Main
hy
May Futetiii
William Jennings Bryan, “the Pauline. She is President Taft’s “off- | *w
great commoner,” and declared by clal” cow, given to him by Senator
many to be slated for the post of sec- Stephenson of Wisconsin. On March
retary of state in Woodrow Wilson’s
cabinet, why a red cow which eats
green grass produces white milk?
“There are mysteries in life, love
6, with other greats and near-greats,
she will go out of office. She has a
family tree with many branches
Unlike Secretary of State Knox,
cotymoht mi
BOBM-MIRRIU. GOMBLNY
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SYNOPSIS.
Jo Cod man and her sister. I-oulle. are
*«ft orphans. Their property has b«*en
*pt away with the death of their fa-
*r and they are compelled to cast about
for some means to earn a living. Lou-
lle answers an advertlaeirvent of an lnva
lid who wants a companion. She declines
Illustrations by
V.L.1WNLS
to e
Ivertlseiivent of an
—___a companion. She di
the position, l.oulie advertises for a po-
Mrs. Hazard
sitlon
pllM
and
and patriotism which we accept every | however, her successor has definitely
day, but cannot explain,” Mr. Bryan i been chosen, and the next “leading
recently declared. “If a man refused cow of the land,” equally as blue-
to eat everything he could not under- blooded and pedigreed, will be Nona
etand he would starve to death No 1 of Avon, a registered animal valued at
one yet has been able to explain how $5,000. This Is the cow the owner
« red cow can eat green grass and of which, William Galloway of Water-
give white milk.” ] loo, Iowa, promised to Senator Cum-
Mayhap the near future will solve 1 mins when he should become presl-
tbe problem for Mr, Bryan when dur- dent. Senator Cummins not having
lng the future consideration of inter- j had a look-in, Mr. Galloway decided
national problems the secretary-to be j to offer the cow to Mr. Wilson when
wanders to the windows of the office he 1b inaugurated.
Uncle Samuel Is a Booster of the Old-Time Fair
I
N an effort to revive Interest In the [
old-time agricultural fairs the de-
partment of agriculture the other day
Issued a bulletin treating of the bene-
fits to be derived from such gather-
ings.
The report is of historic Interest,
for It tells of the beginning of such
"fairs” when the country was young
and when they were not only an ad- j
vantage to agriculture, but were the
excuse for social gatherings as well
“What was primarily a market fair,”
says the report, “was held In October.
1804, “on the Mall on the south 6ide
of the Tiber, extending from the
bridge at the Center Market to the
Potomac in Washington, D. S. The
city government appropriated $50 to-
ward the fund for premiums and resi-
dents subscribed an equal sum. This
amount was awarded to the best lamb,
sheep, Bteer milch cow. Jack, oxen
and horse actually sold.’ ”
The report declares that the first
real agricultural fair was held by the
Columbian Agricultural Society In
Georgetown. D. C.. In 1809.
According to the newspapers of that
day, “It was attended by a numerous
assemblage of members of the society,
among whom we noticed the president
and his lady, the secretary of state,
the secretary of thtym-easury, the sec-
retary of war, thr i?omtroller, the reg-
Secretary Wilson is a firm believer
In the usefulness of local and state
fairs in disseminating agricultural
knowledge.
The bulletin Is said to have been In-
spired by his belief that an Inter-
change of Ideas among the farmers of ; silver at his temples, but It merely
companion,
replies, she offer* Loulle n position as
her “secretary of frivolous affairs.” Her
chief work Is to steer Mrs. Hazard's son
and daughter In the right matrimonial
path.
CHAPTER IV.
A Haphazard Meeting.
I was to make my bow to society
the following Week, the occasion be-
ing that wonderful reception at which
Laura Hazard was to be the bright
particular star. She was to hold the
center of the stage In the limelight
while I was to be tucked away on a
back line of the chorus to find out
Who’s Who In Society and Why. It
was a strenuous time for me, those
days preceding the reception. I al-
ways went home so tired that Jo Bald
1 talked In my sleep about “color”
and "texture,” and Jumped sometimes
as If the dressmaker had stuck me
with a pin. I wasn’t to become an ac-
tual member of the family until they
moved back home from the hotel.
Besides the mother, son and daugh
ter, there was one other member of
the family, John Crownlnshleld, Mrs.
Hazard’s brother, a lawyer whom the
society reporters had let alone more
than ten years ago. He had Insisted
upon becoming a confirmed old bach-
elor, and had dropped out of sight so-
cially. He might have been a bache-
lor, but I was prepared to deny that
he was old. True, there was a bit of
"Say, do you really understand base-
ball?” he asked.
”1 tio, really.” The question was
so Identically his mother’s that I
was Impertinent; I knew tt the mo-
ment 1 had uttered It.
“Well, no. he Isn't,” she answered,
and laughed to cover my embarrass-
ment. • "In fact, that’s all newspaper
stuff about announcing my engage-
ment. The house Just needed doing | he
over and It was done over, but uot
for a wedding. I shall get married
some time, but not uow. 1 am uot en-
gaged to anybody, and Ills Grace Is
still looking for the biggest prize.
He's worth It, too—his title goes
back to the time when titles In France
meant something. I could win him If
I tried; I’ve a pretty snug fortune, and
of course a great deal would depend
on the generosity of a settlement
when the Duchess de Trouvllle Is—
selected.”
I smiled and she laughed outright.
“Hut somehow he's so Important.
He travels with a retinue, you know—
I guess you call It that; secretary, two
smiled and he grinned back, thinking j * butler and a chauffeur and
the country would tend to the advance-
ment of agriculture.
With the present appropriation, It Is
possible to make an allotment to
each senator, representative and del-
egate of approximately 12,500 copies,
which Is admittedly Insufficient, in
view of the Increasing requests re-
ceived by them. Under the law, only
one-fifth of the farmers’ bulletins
printed are available for distribution
by the department, and this Is not suf-
ficient to permit It to comply with
half the requests it receives, and
makes It necessary constantly to re-
fer applicants to their senators, rep-
made him look distinguished and har-
monized beautifully with his eyes;
gray and clear that looked right
| through you like Mr. Partridge’s, only
1 more so. He had a handclasp that
J made you feel Immediately as if he
1 were your long-lost brother, and you’d
swear by him to your very last breath.
Laura Hazard was tall, very blond,
very pretty, altogether distingue—If
you say such a thing about a woman
! —with broad shoulders and thin lips,
giving one the Impression that Bhe
had just materialized from a picture
in a fashion book. She slipped into
every day conversation with me with-
out any reference as to who I was
or what I was. It gave me a clear
! understanding of my position. I was
____________________________________ one of them; there was to be no
_ . j doubt of me. I had made good until
Dog Chews Up Suffraqe Arquments at a Meeting !1 proved otherwise. They had stuck
J 1 J " Tno iin rtn tha frtn r
rpsentatlves or delegates, who thcm-
istrar, etc., and maTFyv^other ladies and | selveB In many Instances are unable
gentlemen of respectability.”
to supply the bulletins.
HEWING "Votes for Women” liter-
V* ature with reckless abandon,
"Tlge," a spotted bull terrier belong-
ing to Mrs. Payne, daughter-in-law of
Representative Sereno Payne of New
York, the other afternoon caused con-
sternation and amusement at suffrage
headquarters at 1420 F street north-
west, and almost Jeopardized the
plans for the suffragist pageant and
procession to be held March 3 In
Pennsylvania avenue.
"Tlge” was tied to the leg of a ta-
ble near which stood large heaps of
pledges to march In the procession,
which are being sent broadcast over
the country, while near him sat Miss
ElBle Hill, daughter of Representative
Hill, of Connecticut; Mrs. Payne, the
Hon. Mrs. Patricia Street of Australia
and nearly a score of other suffragist
leaders, all busily preparing for the
procession on Inauguration day.
When Mrs. Payne caught sight of
Tlge, calmly Bitting beneath the ta-
ble with his head In the midst of a
me up on the top rung of the ladder,
and all I had to do was to stay there.
My meeting with. Hap took place
on a crowded street at a time when
I was more or less disheveled from a
whole morning’s seance In a mlllln-
plle of suffragist literature, chewing ' er'8 shop. We were about to rush
back to the hotel and grab luncheon
■—Jo saw me only at breakfast and
when I was asleep—for we had an en-
gagement with the dressmaker at
two, when Just as we reached the
curb a young man driving a long, low,
rakish, battleship-gray car, drew up
votes for women arguments as though
he was a real antl-suffraglst, Bhe gave
a little gasp, and with other women
ran to the rescue of the arguments.
Miss Flora Wilson, daughter of the
secretary of agriculture, who Is chair-
man of the music committee for the
procession and pageant, announced | behind the limousine and waved to us.
that she had seen Mme. Nordlca, the : I “Just want to say I can’t stop for
famous grand opera singer, who had luncheon, mother,” he called. “Got a
consented to take the part of Colum-
bia In the tableaux on the treasury
department steps If she can arrange
for her engagements. She also an-
nounced that a number of leading
members of the Metropolitan Opera
company are arranging to take part
tn the pageant.
One of the most comprehensive mu-
sical entertainments ever seen In
Washington on any occasion Is being
planned for the pageant by Miss Wil-
son, who la Intent on demonstrating
the powerful Influence women have on
music In the United States.
Peabody and haven’t
deal on with
time.”
He was about to change gear pre-
paratory to leaving when he began
to stare at me and I knew he was
looking at the wisps of hair that
dangled about my ears. His mother
signaled to him.
“You must not neglect your meals
for any deal,” she said firmly. “You
must take time—this is Miss Codman
—think of your health. Let Peabody
wait. Besides, luncheon Is ready any-
how. We’re In a hurry, too. I or-
dered It by telephone."
-------------------------- He acknowledged me and I bowed
e% I i r a , i a i hi o. rt i to him while she was still talking,
Symbol of Authority Always Under Strong Guard and we both smiled, it was funny.
he understood even If he didn't. “I I
can almost tell when a man Is going )
to buut by the way he walks to the !
plate.”
He grinned again, took a step I
closer—actually I thought he was go- I
tng to kiss ine—and gave my hand an-
other up and down, with some uddl j
tioual pats for good measure.
“You’re too good to be true,” he j
announced.
"Goodness me!” I laughed. “Why,
there are plenty of girls who under-
stand baseball.”
"Well, they don't travel In my set.
No. Stupidest lot of girls you ever
saw,” he confided. A thought struck
him so suddenly and pleasantly that
it fairly jumped from his eyes, arid he
took another step closer. Really he
kept me scared! “Don’t you want to
go this afternoon ?”
Of course 1 couldn't, or the next
afternoon, or even the next week. We
were dated up for every day. I was
awfully Borry. I knew right off 1 was
going to like him. He was so easy
to know, and good to look at, too,
strong and husky, his skin tanned al-
ready as If he kept pretty much out-
doors. His thick blond hair was
worn long, a relic of football days, 1
suppose, and a characteristic forelock
hung aslant one clear gray eye. Those
eyes run In the family.
We had an enthusiastic luncheon. It
couldn’t have been otherwise bub-
bling from such an enthusiastic young
man with Mrs. Hazard holding In on
that chuckle of hers while we talked
“curves” and “fadeaways” and things
she didn’t understand any more than
so much Chinese.
When the gray car finally drew
away from the curb down below, Mrs.
Hazard looked at me and chuckled.
“It worked!” she whispered. “It
actually worked!" And as she looked
at me one eye was curiously a-twiu-
kle.
That was the only conversation I
had with Hap until the night of the
reception. I didn’t have time. Some-
times I saw him from the limousine,
but It was Just a “zip” and we were
both gone; sometimes I nodded to
him across the room with the tele-
phone receiver glued to my ear and
my lips ready to frame an order
when the "hello” came. I was Secre-
tary of Frivolous Affairs, all right
enough. There were days when we
almost dined In the limousine be-
tween dressmakers and milliners, oth-
er days when we saw everybody down
to the, candlestick maker; again when
I copied memoranda until my arm
ached.
And I had vainly fancied myself
Cinderella with Mrs. Hazard as the
fairy Godmother. When she waved
the wand which was giving me my
Job, all I bad to do was to come
down the grand stairway looking for
the Prince. In my opinion Cinderella
had a snap sitting at home before the
kitchen fire while the people who had
that fall affair In hand got It going.
One little Incident happened that
I’m very much afraid he only appeals
to my sense of humor. That Isn’t the
proper spirit to go at marrying a
duke.”
“'rile Duchess de Trouvllle!” 1
mused. I was thinking of the bucolic
gentleman pitted against the title.
"It’s a pretty name,”
“Yes, but I know one prettier,” she
smiled, then suddenly; "I’ve been
wondering If a title Is worth all the
fuss and bother. If l would always
be contented with Just that? What
do you think about It, Loulle?" It
was the first time she had called me
by my first name.
"I’m rather old-fashioned, Laura," I
replied, “and the continental Idea of
arranged marriages doesn’t appeal to
me. 1 believe In marrying for love,
wading through fire Rnd water and all
that sort of thing If necessary, and
then abiding by the consequences. If
you love the duke, marry him; If
not—"
“I don’t love him; I don’t even like
him,” she Interrupted. "He’s so po-
lite, so terribly polite, so clever, so
smooth, so polished that—-well. I al
ways feel Just a little suspicious of
him.”
“Gracious!” I laughed. "Why, ob-
jection usually comes from exactly op-
posite reasons. You wouldn't have
him otherwise, would you?”
“I don’t know. Once Wlnthrop
shook me good for skating on ice
which he had warned me might give
way.” Wlnthrop, whose last name Is
Abbott, is the bucolic gentleman.
"And, well, I'm awfully fond of Win
throp.”
We both laughed,
“The Duchess de Trouvllle," she
mused after awhile. “It Is a protty
name, Isn’t It?"
lng to like you, Loulle; you are ao
real, so very much Just girl. He thinks
we are superficial. Isn’t that cheeky
of him? I'lu making myself believe
tie's coming here for my sake when I
know he's after local color for a novel
doing; slamming society and the
Idle rich in every chapter and getting
poetical about cabbages and things.
You'll look after him, won’t you?”
"I'll cling to him,” 1 assured her.
"I shall be all aloue myself.',
"Don’t you believe It,” she said,
“Right now l*m almost afraid of my
laurels that Isn't a pun, dear. I
have no doubt Hap will have you in
a corner talking baseball if he can
get you there, and will probably lib
troduce you to the 'Oil’s. Besides Na-
talie has promised to look out for you”
—Natalie was Http's lady fair—"and
John will tell you who everybody Is.
Mother Is particularly anxious that
you know the Important ones." I
tumbled from the skies a bit; I
knew that was the reason I was
there. “I wish you luck remembering.
It's awfully hard, especially the for-
mer husbands, but wo haven't much
of that, dear. New Englanders stick
to the death, you know. 1 suppose
it's another example of their thrift.
Now don't fall mo about Wlnthrop,
there's a dear 1 don’t want him run-
ning away before I have a chance to
see him, and he will If he's bored.
One other Ihing: Mother will see that
you meet Ills Grace,” She wagged a
shapely toreflnger at me Impressively.
“Loulle, talk French to him; your
nicest most alluring Freuch. Wo aro
angling for him for the summer.”
"Angling?” 1 asked. 1 managed to
keep the tone from being astonished.
“Oh, yes, everybody Is. Why not
sny so? It Isn't always we have the
opportunity of entertaining a duke.
The best last season could produce
waa a German baron and an Hun-
CHAPTER V.
‘Bc
$OTH the Democrats and Republi-
cans have been behaving well for
many years, according to the appear-
ance of that cudgel over on the speak-
er’s rostrum,” observed a Republican
on the house floor the other day. “But.
ilhy the big stick, I bet It won’t look
that way when the Democrats get
through with the special session away
Into next summer. Next time It Is
repaired It will have to be taken to a
blacksmith Instead of a Jeweler.”
.. ,The "cudgel" referred to was the
—---1
Bieck-
The mace Is always under guard.
When It was taken from the capitol
recently to a local Jewelry shop for re-
historic eagle capped raAce, symbol of pairs It was, according to an unwritten
houpf,
ie-a-|t:
of representa-
the house is in
r
authority of the
tives. which, wh
•oBslon, reposes on f; stand at the
Eight of the speaker*#; platform.
s When a member 'members become
obstreperous a-nr refuse to be In order
the sergean^at-arras, accompanied on
either ae by pages, approaches and
he’j^'Vhe mace in front of the member
or members. If quiet Is not restored
(and Is usually Is) there Is an arrest
or two made.
Carrying It to Extremes.
“Your husband. I understand. Is a
clever after-dinner speaker?" “I un-
derstand so.” “Does It keep him away
from home much?” "Nearly every
night. Would you believe It. when he
law, accompanied by two members of
the capitol police, who stood by while
the Jeweler riveted a pinion which
holds the sextant In place. This was
the first time in ten years that the
mace had been removed from the cap-
itol The repairs at that time con-
sisted of the straightening out of one
of the wings of the eagle that had be-
come nicked.
The mace was made In 1841 by Wil-
liam Adams of New York.
Brazil’s Valuable Water Power.
Fortunately for Brazil, without any
The next minute I was In the limous-
ine.
"Oh, all right,” he agreed cheer-
fully, and waited for us to start.
I don’t know what he thought as he
followed; I don’t know if he knew
who I was. I leaned back In the
limousine—thinking of only one thing
—that I was missing the best club
match at tennis in years, a thing I’d
have given my head to see.
We were caught in a jam out of
which the gray car wriggled ahead of
us, so that when we reached the
Somerset we found it drawing up to
the curb and a most Impatient young
man pacing up and down the hallway
of the suite.
“I’ve Just got to see Peabody," he
said, "and be at the ball game at.
three.”
i knew my Job when I saw It com-
ing straight toward me.
“Who’s going to pitch?” I asked.
It was the only thing I could think
of in a hurry. It was electrical! He
stopped short in his wild stride.
way she turned and lookf
staled at me an instant, and this time | ously, intently made the
he did not look at the wisps of hair
dangling about my ears; then he put
"Who's Going to Pitch?” I Asked.
gave me something to think over
during the drudgery of those days,
and, with everything that happened
afterward, I put It down in my mind
as the beginning of things. Laura
and I were on our way down Com-
monwealth avenue one afternoon,
when suddenly she sat upright and
looked through the door of the car.
“The Due de Trouvllle!” she ex-
claimed, as another car passed.
1 craned my neck inelegantly, but
of course I did rot see him; the car
was gone. I knew that the duke had
come to America to- well, who shall
question the motives of a duke?
Something in her expression, the
re serl-
signlfl-
eh i hen
One of the Frivolous Affairs.
Notwithstanding my weary lids and
aching limbs, I glided—aetunlly
back and forth before the mirror on
the memorable night of my entree In-
to society after Martha, Mrs. Haz
ard's maid, had hooked me luto my
gown, and I couldn’t believe that the
mirrored reflection was my own.
There was only one thing needed to
make mo absolutely happy, and that
was Jo. We had, all of ub, moved Into
the old house made new, that morn-
ing, and it was the very first time In
all our lives that Jo and I had been
separated. I wanted her now. I
wanted to cry a little happy tear on
her shoulder and have her pat my
hair. But I didn’t have her. She had
gone to a lecture, anyhow, on the
Whereness of the Which, or some-
thing equally intellectual, and I wan
In the middle of one of the most beau
tlful suites I had ever seen—onyx
bath, old-rose bed room, blue-brocade
boudoir—suddenly, very much alone.
I don’t know what I might have
done. I’m sure I would have cried
and spoiled my nose If there hadn’t
come, Just at that particular minute,
a knock on my blue-brocade boudoir
door froiu Laura’s side of It and Bared
me.
"Won’t you come In?” she Invited
when I opened the door. "We will
form a mutual admiration Boclety. I
know I am looking my best. I’m
neither pale nor am I flushed. Isn’t
my gown beautiful?"
"You are exquisite,” I told her, and
she was, with her blond hair tn a
thick loose braid about her head and
the simple, shimmering white gown.
Shxs laughed and kissed me French
fashion on each cheek I know I
flushed; I hadn't expected a caress.
"You mean that, too,” she said, ’’or
you wouldn’t say It with the ring true
in your voice.”
"Of course I rlo,” I replied. “I nev-
er say anything I don’t mean.”
“Not now,” she laughed, ’’You’ll
learn soon.”
I laughed, too, then we laughed to-
gether, a bit hysterically, for deep
down we were both nervous. You see,
it was my coming-out party.
“Now, what shall I say to you?”
“You don’t have to compliment me,”
I admonished.
“But I shall,” she Insisted. “You
are lovely, and that gold gown Is won-
I derful.’’
“Your mother Is Just too good to
j me,” I told her, pnd I know there
were tears under ray lids, or wherever
; I keep tears, Just waiting for me to
blink to Jump out. Hhe didn’t know I
! had to shine Just a little brighter than
| any one else.
I “I wanted a few Jewels,” she
marked, surveying herself, “but moth
or said no She doesn't think a girl
j should wear Jewels until she’s mar-
| rietl." She turned suddenly and slg-
‘TII Do My Best. The Duke Shall Be
Oure."
coal of much value, there Is water 0*' ^is hand. grabbed mine and pump-
power to be found In almost every
state In the republic, and the large
power plants already Installed for
does stay home It's got so he doesn’t j some years have been obliged to In-
enjoy a meal unless I get up after tho crease their voltage to meet the
dessert and Introduce him to the chil- j growing demands for light and power,
dren and call upon him to make a few
•d It up and down enthusiastically.
cant I was inexperienced «-n<
lo jump at conclusions
"The I)uc de Trouvllle!” I
"Id he the lucky man?” The
ted
naled Caroline
the door had c
ing figure of tl
me. “And the.
quest. Will yoi
your protection
know matr o
qu< tlon i doesn't
to withdraw. When
led upon the depart
• maid she looked at
brings me to a re-
take Wlnthrop under
tr ighf ? He doesn't
these people and
.now them He's go-
garlan count. Now, His Grace must
he ours for the summer, dear, no mat-
ter who manages to marry him. lie
has developed a passion for Natalie
since he learned that her money Is
her own, but Hap looms up a harrier
there We don’t know whether she
will be an Inducement or otherwise.”
1 must confess 1 was Just a little
bit shocked, for Jo hail pounded such
old-fashioned notions Into my head
"She Isn’t, married yet." I remarked,
thinking of my Job. A part of which
was to make Hap turn around and
look.
"That's true. Anyhow I hope you
and your French will help. Isn't It
lucky you speak good French?”
That was one of the reasons of me,
but of course she didn’t know that.
"I’ll do my best The duke shall
be ours, Vive le Due!” I laughed. I
thought of the bucolic Mr. Abbott and
my task of encouraging Laura to mar-
ry a duke or notice the ellglhles.
There wns no time like the present;
I went at It as I thought brilliantly.
“But why all this wonderful Hummer
when you have decided to settle down
a country housewife?”
“Ob, to look back upon,” she smllod,
“Just ns a girl likes to remember she
was married In a white gown and or-
ange blossoms. Besides, I haven’t de-
cided yet about that country house-
wife. Mother objects; not to Wln-
throp exnctly, but the condition of af-
fairs. F HUppose 1 ought to assure my-
self I don’t want u title?”
There was a chance to offer some
excellent advice, hut after such a
brilliant opening I didn’t have any to
offer. I'm woefully deficient In all
such matters. Jo has always done
the advising In our family.
"So you are going after His Grace?"
I parried.
"Oh, no. I’m going to assure myself
I don't want him.”
"Rather unpleasant for His Grace?"
1 laughed. “Suppose he should hap-
pen to fall In love with you during
the process?"
"Oh, he won’t,” she replied, “He
Isn’t crazy about me. It's Natalie. If
I deride I want, him I’ll tell him the
amount of rny fortune.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed, pretending I un-
derstood, even If I didn’t "Anyhow,
I’ll look after Mr. Abbott.”
When Laura went below I lingered
In the corridor looking down upon
the Grand Stairway It was a Grand
j Stairway because I didn't have the
re j courage as yet to venture into that
wonderful below. The dowagers
were arriving, but a younger crowd
b< gan to come up the stairway as the
hour advanced. Mrs. Hazard appeared
from somewhere suddenly, her eyes
twinkling and her lips tight shut on j times
a chuckle, as If the whole ihlrig was J breaks
a tremendous Joke on homebody. I
blew her a kiss hb she went flown,
and thrilled as I watched her going.
Shivered I suppose Is what I really
did. /
1 Everything glittered, the Tight*, the
gowns, the jewels; everything was
strange and delightfully confusing.
Strains from an orchestra floated up
to me. I knew It was playing behind
the palms; they nlwuya do. The air
was heavy with the odor of flowers,
and for the first time In my life I
comprehended what It waa to be In-
toxicated with sights and sounds.
I leaned there against the rail for an
age; a spectator, completely out of
the picture; like one's first day at
the races—French races at that—not
knowing the horses and the events. I
finally decided to go down. I couldn’t
stay there looking over the rail for
ever. I wan expected to go down. I
was wearing a gown that has cost
Mrs. Hazard two thousand dollars for
that especial purpose. And some-
where down there was Hap, and John
Crownlnshleld, and the unknown duke
concerning whom I was highly curi-
ous, and Natalie, who was going to
look after me while I looked after
the unknown Mr. Abobtt.
I strained my eyeH for a familiar
face In that vast throng as I descend-
ed very, very lelnuroly, I had not
realized how really awful It Is to be
alone In a crowd, how hard to pre-
tend you're expecting every minute
to speak to some one when you're
not. My assurance? I had none. I
was quaking with fear, But 1 had a
wild Idea that I wasn't quite lost ae
king as 1 was on the stairs. Little
groups descended by me, but not with
me. 1 was conspicuously ulono. Sev-
eral times people glanced at mo curl-
oiiHly. I had another wild Idea of
speaking to sonin one. I had board
that society folk can’t remember half
tho people they meat; but after all l
hadn’t tho courage. I abandoned that
and thought of a whole procession of
tilings, all equally absurd, while ev-
ery step was taking me down, down
Into—I knew not what.
I paused on a landing and tried to
appear casual as my eyes searchedl
vainly for Hap or John Crownlnshleld.
I knew It was foolish ovon to hope;j
there was only one chance lr; a thou*
and In that brilliant, wriggling Jam. !!
wondered why I hadn’t thought to
make an appointment. No. They'd
think 1 was crazy. Did people In so-
ciety do such things? Gracious! My,
knees were getting wobbly from pure,,
unadulterated fright, and I stood glued1
to thnt landing ns If It were a life-,
boat on an open sea But I couldn’t|
stay there. People already were star-
ing. 1 put out rny foot, feeling for the
edge of the step uh one does In thei
dark, another, and another I was atl
the bottom. It was the end. A movei
and I would be adrift! 1 turned myi
head In one last desperate attempt to)
see some one, and found myself 1ook->
lng straight at Hap and a dark girl;
whom 1 knew must bo Natalie. I
came awfully near kissing him that
time, but Natalie for It was she—
put out a protecting hand, rather lan-
guid and fishy, but a ne’er-t*-be-for-
gotten hand.
"Wo’ve been waiting for you,” she
drawled, pressing my fingers and
Hmlllng a mere shadow of a smile
that suited her calm, mujostlc beau-
ty.
I smiled back, a scared, relieved;
sort of smile, and I put thnt "waiting"
down In my memory. I only hoped
some day I could make a sacrifice for
her And I almost got rny hope
“I was beginning to worry for fear
we had missed you,” she went on,
after a most effective pause In which
she regarded me through drooping
lids. "Woodbury,”—-she never called
him Hap "do you see the Abercrom-
bies? They were here Just a moment
ago. I wont them to meet Miss Cod-
man
(TO HR CONTINUED.)
Horticulturist Honored.
Harry James Veltch, on whom the
king of England has Just conferred
the honor of knighthood. Is one of the
most prominent men In the world of
horticulture. Ills pre-eminence waa
obtained by exploration and scientific
knowledge His family began the pol-
icy of ransacking the world, especial-
ly tho equatorial world, for plant*,
and studied the reproduction and
cross fertilization of foliage plants. He
was also a pioneer In orchid hybridiza-
tion. Only recently he won one of the
three great prizes of the unique show
at Chelsea, where he, with other offi-
cials, received the king and queen
when their majesties visited the In-
ternational show He has for many
yeara taken an Important part In tho
work of the Royal Horticultural So-
ciety, and Is one of the sixty-three
holders of the Victoria medal In honor
of horticulture, which he was award-
ed In 1897.
“View" In New York.
I hoard some one descanting about
her view. Hhe said one thing she’d
always hnted In New York was not
having a view, and now Rhe had one.
Hhe took me up to see it. “Well,
where is It?" said I, looking out of
the window. "Why, there and there
and there!" said she. “Don’t you see
how I see over the roof of the next
one, and down In the street to tho
mall box and overhead to that bit of
sky?” I said, oh. yes, and how nice It
was that she had It. It’s really pathet-
ic what New York can do to ijb. It’a
pathetic when somebody thinks that
what she showed ine was a view, A
view!- Jane fitouo In New York
Press.
Making His Opportunity.
A New York banker ha- made It the
rule of hls life never to swear except
when he droim hls watch, ns it some-
docs absent-mindedly, and
It. Under strong provocation
he took out hls watch u:d (lung It on.
the marble floor ol i.1 ■ ihce. Ho. It
seems, when you put
there la a way to i
lern.
mind on It
every prob-
LINGERED ALWAYS IN MEMORY tllG uPP*'r one could be s,
tremely white teeth. At that
remarks?”
Filny cat ri ctfcner.
To keep the members of hls congre- t0 run about and bark vigorously
gatlon from enjoying poor health, an d*ht, 60 does the pampered rich <
Pampered Child Handicapped.
Just as the pampered lap dog be-
nd
lid
hbAAm n men ♦ o 11 v doflnl *
Frenchman Long Retained Vivid
Recollection of the Face of Hls
Great Emperor.
The Journal Medical de Bruxelles
printed, some time ago. an intoroat
lng account by Dr. Max Blllard of the
exhumation of the body of Napoleon
In 1840. Dr. Billacd said that the re-
Uirce ex-
tlrne the
of lead,
tin plate,
of lead,
body was In four coffins, on
two of mahogany, and one of
It Is now In five coffins, tw
one of tin, one of mahogany, and one
of Pnflll V f f u’dii on/iA *t »
expose the face of the conqueror on
the anniversary of hls birth, but the
OrftPtJPA W$««i tl I BPon rirm/t/4 Ta*w m - i
printed and sent to them when they himself unable to cope with children
-Toledo of hiB aRe amon* The lower or work-
I ing classes.—Exchange.
are too sick to attend church.
Blade.
mains were In a state of almost per- j epln, the poet, was among those who
feet preservation. The head of the saw it. and In a lecture he said that
body rested upon a pillow, the thin | the governor of the Fnvalides took
Up* were slightly parted, and under | him and hla father Into the crypt Hls
father to< him In his- arms, raised
him, and he saw the emperor. "I was
eleven years old. What is seen at
that ac- makes a deep impression and
nothing can remove from my brain
th$t extraordinary image--the eyes
tli- -.S.7u iiK-utt; trwttii. ine
fane of the whiteness of marble, on
which spread some yellow spots which
In my memory that face of wax which
I have seen and those eyes which 1
have seen I see the emperor truly as
If I bad known him.”
DROPPED INTO DEEP WATER
Adventurer's Fall From the Back of
Wire Performer Really Piece of
Marvelous Luck.
vvniie Kari Kicnards, aged eighteen
years, was clinging to the hack of
Signor Cameronl, a professional wire
l»uuiiu«i, timing n ouiing glide |
across Saratoga lake, recently, tho j
youth lost his hold and plunged 125
feet Into the lake The water, fortu- I
in<
| He w as m
were dispatched to
youth was rescued
Cameronl has been
tlon* of crow Inc tb
on a wire, hanging
it-r-lii, ttiLtiUt •* • ....
with hlrn on hls ha
mishap was witnesi
lng.
uiscfou ' hut boats
thf icene and the
from drowning,
making exhlbl-
e lake and ravine
to a pulley by hla
I«*» ♦ nafnH tr»
’k. The thrilling
ed by thousands
♦ hsa WOlfipri fwfnf-
A foal and the money hla taehfar
nately, was deep where Richards fell. I saved are soon parted.
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