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CHAPTER XXXIII. ( Coxtinuuu/W
\ The nurse , having lifted little Leon
NL \ nto the bed , returned to her chair bc-
\ B' ' < le the fire , while Marjorie put her
'
i1/ C ' arm around the little fellow's shoul-
H \ \ ders and presently fell asleep.
B 1 I Now that the fever had actually
. * \ passed away , Marjorie's convalescence
(
mn 1 i was rapid.
1 I , SIe tiI1 Jc ° Pt to her bed , being too
B I \ weak even to move without assistance ,
fl # ( -and during the day little Leon was con-
H I V stantly with her. She asked a .few
H H I ( questions , and the more she heard the
H I \ -more her curiosity was aroused.
H H \ \ One day she inquired for the grave
H \ \ lady whose face she dimly remembered
B 1 / to have seen , and who she now heard
H JL i was the mistress of the house. In the
BTl afternoon the lady came to the bed-
H ( B a Marjorie was sitting up in bed that
H S v day. propped up by pillows , looking the
H jjk-- , / very ghost of what she had once been ;
fl t\ ; while on the bed beside her was little
fl \ ) Leon , surrounded by his toys. He looked -
M \ ) -ed up , laughed , and clapped his hands
| B fc | when Miss Dove came in , but she only
B I I -smiled and gently rebuked him for his
fl | I boisterousness.
H \ \ Then she sat down beside the bed
B V and took Marjorie's hand.
B H Ij "Well , my child , " she said , "so
| \ \ you are rapidly getting well. "
m | \ For a moment Marjorie was silent
H V she could not speak. Tlic tears were
K } blinding her eyes and choking her
| ( voice , but she bent her head and kissed
H A , the hand that had saved her.
H \ f "Come , come , " said Miss Dove , "you
H j I must not give way like this. You have
HI I to tell me all about yourself , for at
H I ' j present I know absolutely nothing. "
H | With an effort , Marjorie conquered
H I her emotion and dried her tears. But
H 1 what had she to tell ? nothing , it
H S eeemed , except that she was friendless
H I 1 "Nay , * * said the lady , gently. "You
B 1 are not that ; from the moment you en-
H W , tered this door you had friends. But
H B S tell me , my child , how was it I found
B you and your child starving upon ray
1 I threshold ? You have a husband , per-
1 I haps ? Is he alive or dead ? "
Plfl Marjorie shook her head.
B B "He is here , in Paris , madame. "
H M "And his name is Caussidiere , is it
H not ? So Leon has told me. " •
H k "Yes , madame , Monsieur Caussi-
BBBBsl B \ \ i diere. "
H M - > t "We must seek him out , " continued
BBBBr K if Miss Dove. "Such conduct is not to
H B \ \ ljC endured. A man has no right tom
\ * bring his wife to a foreign country and
m \
H m \ then desert her. "
B m j& J \ "Ah , no , " cried Marjorie ; "you must
J ot ° tuat * * W'M leave the house
m rf
II X whenever you wish , madame , but. do
! | I j/S not force me to see him again. "
BftBBk j I / Miss Dove looked at her for a mo-
| Bl I ' " " " " ' ' * ment in silence ; then she rang for the
BjBiil nurse , lifted Leon from the bed , and
HT Pl sent him away.
BAvAS j "Now. my child , " she said , when the
H two women were alone , "tell me your
H And Marjorie told it. or as much of it
as she could recall. She told of her
early life in the quaint old manse in
Annandale with Mr. Lorraine Solomon
and Mysie ; of Miss Hetherington , and
of the Frenchman who-came with his
specious tongue and wooed her away.
Then she told of her life in Paris , of
lier gradual estrangement from all her
friends , and finally of her desertion by
< the man whom until then she had be
lieved to be , her husband.
"So. " said the lady , when she had
finished , "you were married by the
English law , and the man is in reality
not your husband. Well , the only
thing we can do is to leave him alone
altogether , and apply * o your friends. ' -
Marjorie shook her head.
"That is useless , madame , " she said.
"When my little boy had naught but
starvation before him I wrote to my
mother in Annandale , but she did not
answer me. "
• Is that so ? "
v "Yes , madame , it is true. "
"It is very strange , " she said , "but
we must see what can be done , Mar-
• joric may I call you Marjorie ? In the
meantime you must not think of all
these sad things. You must amuse
yourself with Leon and get well quick
ly , and my task will be the lighter. "
After this interview Miss Dove visit
i ed Marjorie every day , and sometimes
sat for an hour or more by her bedside ;
and when at length the invalid , who
gained strength every day , was able
to rise from her bed , she lay upon a
couch , by tfie window , and watched the
sunshine creeping into the streets.
It was not like Marjorie to remain
idle when there was so much to be
done , and as the weakness passed away
lier brain began to work , planning fftr
the future. She had several schemes
made when she spoke of them one
night to Miss Dove.
The lady listened quietly , then she
said :
"You would rather remain in Paris ,
Marjorie , than go home ? "
"Madame , I have no home. "
"You have Annandale Oastle. "
She shook her head.
r "Indeed , it is not my home now ! I
f wrote , and there was no answer. "
"But suppose you heard that that
was all a mistake ; suppose you learned
that your dear mother was ready to
open her arms to receive you , what
would you say then , my child ? "
S. "arjoric did net reply. If the truth •
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must be told , her troubled heart found
little comfort in the thought 61 a meet
ing with Miss Hetherington. I * ' " ,
At last , after long reflection , she
spoke :
"I know my mother she .is * my
mother is very good ; but' it has all-
been a fatality since I was born , and I
can hardly realize yet that we.are so
close akin. Ah ! if I had bnt known ,
madame ! If she had but told meat *
the first , I should never have lqCt Scot
land , or known so much sorrow ! "
Miss Dove sighed in sympathetic ac
quiescence.
"It is a sad story , " she replied.
"Your mother , proud lady . as T3he is ,
has been a great sinner ; hut she has
been terribly punished. Surely , my
child , you do not bear any anger
against her in your heart ? "
"None , madame ; but she is so strange
and proud. I am almost afraid of her
still. "
"And you have other loving friends , "
continued the lady , smiling kindly ,
"Do you remember Mr. Sutherland ? "
"Johnnie Sutherland ? " cried Mar
jorie , joyfully. "Who told you of him ? "
"Himself. He is back here in Paris. "
Marjorie uttered a cry of delight.
"You have seen him ? You have spok
en to him ? He knows "
"He knows everything , my child ; and
he is waiting below till I give him the
signal to come up. Can you 'bear to see
him ? "
There was no need to ask that ques
tion. Marjorie's flushed cheek and
sparkling eye had answered it long be
fore. Miss Dove stole quietly from the
room , and almost immediately reap
peared , followed by Sutherland him
self.
"Marjorie ! my poor Marjorie ! " he
cried , seizing her hands and almost
sobbing.
But who was this that Marjorie saw
approaching , through the mist of her
own joyful tears ? A stooping figure ,
leaning upon a staff , turning toward
her a haggard fa e , and stretching out
a trembling palsied hand. It was Miss
Hetherington , trembling and weeping ,
all the harsh lineaments softened with
the yearning of a mother's love.
"My bairn ! my bairn ! "
"Oh , mother ! mother ! " cried Mar
jorie ; and mother and daughter clung
together , reunited in a passionate em
brace.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
J [ - tHEY \ took her home
' i lp * ) with her little boy
/N3fril ! ) t0 Annandale , and
l M there in the old
j > " \ r yfJI'V * Castle Marjorie
fftL dfs 1' soon recovered her
Jli a/3 health and her
\ strength. It
W
ff
KJj ) Sy was winter still ;
If frsjie landscane was
t s white with snow ,
the trees hung
heavily under the icy load , and a blue
mask of ice covered the flowing An
nan from bank to bank ; but to Mar
jorie all was gladsome and familiar as
she moved about from scene to scene.
She wore black , like a widow , and so
did little Leon ; and , indeed , it was a
common report everywhere that her
husband was dead , and that she was
left alone.
As to Miss Helherington's secret , all
the world knew it now , for the swift
tongue of scandal had been busy be
fore Marjorie's return. Heedless of the
shame , heedless of all things in the
world , save her joy in the possession
of her daughter , the grand old lady re
mained in deep seclusion in her lonely
ancestral home.
In these sad , yet happy days , who
could be gentler than Miss Hethering
ton ? The mask of her pride fell off
forever , and showed a mother's loving
face , sweetened with humility and
heavenly pity. She was worn and fee
ble , and looked very old ; but whenever.
Marjorie was near she was happiness
itself.
The fullest measure of her love , how
ever , was reserved for Marjorie's child.
Little Leon had no fear of her , and
soon , in his pretty broken English ,
learned to call her "grandmamma. "
"We began wi' a bar sinister , " said
the lady one day , as they sat together ;
"but there's no blame and no shame ,
Marjorie , on you and yours. Your son
is the heir of Annandale. "
"Oh , mother , " cried Marjorie , sadly ,
"how can that be ? I am a mother , but
no wife. "
"You're wife to yon Frenchman , " an
swered Miss Hetherington ; "ay , his
lawful wedded wife by the English and
the Scottish law. Out there in France
he might reject you by the law of man ;
but here in Scotland , you're his true
wife still , though I wish , with all my
heart , you were his widow instead. "
"Is that so , mother ? "
"True as gospel , Marjorie. It's wi' me
the shame lies , like the bright speck of
blood on the hands of the thane's wife ,
which even the perfumes of Araby
couldna cleanse awa' ! "
"Don't talk of that , mother ! " cried
Marjorie , embracing the old lady. "I
am sure you are not to blame. "
"And you can forgive me , my bonny
bairn ? "
"I have nothing to forgive ; you were
deceived as as I have been. Oh ,
mother , men are wicked ! I think they
have evil hearts. "
The old ladv looked long and fondly
in her daughter's face ; then Bho said ,
with a loving amile :
* ' that has the heart
, 'I ken one man
' of a king ay , of an angel , Marjorie. "
"Who , mother ? "
"Who but Johnnie Sutherland ? my
blessings on the lad ! But for him , I
should have lost my bairn forever , and
it was for his sake , Marjprie , that I
wished ye were a widow indeed ! "
v Marjorie flushed a deep crimson and
turned her head away. Sutherland's
unswerving devotion had not failed to
touch her deeply , and she understood
it now in all its passionate depth and
strength ; but she still felt herself un
der the shadow of her old sorrow , and
she knew that the tie which bound her
to Caussidiere could only be broken by
death. ,
* * * * * *
Thus time passed on , until the dreary
• desolate winter of that terrible year ,
so memorable to France and French
men , set in with all its vigor. There
was little joy for Sutherland. Indeed ,
his trials were becoming almost more
than he could bear , and he was wonder
ing whether or not , after all , he should
leave his home and Marjorie , when
there came a piece of news which fair
ly stunned him.
It came in the shape of a letter and
a paper from his Parisian artist friend.
The letter , after a few preparatory
words , ran as follows :
"You may be shocked , but I hardly
think you will be sorry to hear of the
death of your little friend's husband ,
Leon Caussidiere. He disappeared in a
most mysterious manner , and is sup
posed to have been privately put to
death. What he was , Heaven knows !
but he mixed a good deal in politics ,
and judging from what you told mo
about him , I shouldn't be at all sur
prised to hear that he was a spy. Well ,
at any rate , whatever he was he is gone
peace be to his soul , and I fancy the
world will get on a good deal better
without him than with him. At any
rate , a certain part of it will , I know !
With this I send a paper , that you may
read the official account of the death
of your friend , and know that there
is no mistake about it. "
Having finished the letter , Suther
land turned to the paper glanced
down its columns ; came upon a mark
ed paragraph , and read as follows in
the French tongue :
"Caussidiere , holding an officer's
commission under the Committee of
Public Safety , has been convicted of
treasonable practices and put to death.
He was tried by military tribunal , and
executed yesterday. "
Sutherland put down the paper and
held his hands to his head ; he was
like a man dazed. Was ho glad ? No ,
he would not allow himself to feel glad
to rejoice In the death of a fellow-
creature , even though he was his en
emy.
emy.And yet , if Caussidiere was dead ,
Marjorie was free. The very thought
seemed to turn his brain. He put both
the letter and the paper in his pocket ,
and went up to his room. He could network
work , but he sat down among his pict
ures and tried to think.
What must he do ? Go to Marjorie ?
No , he could not do that for she would
detect the joy In his face and voice ,
and her sensitive nature would recoil
from him , and that he could not bear.
He must not see her ; other lips than
his must tell the news.
He remained all the morning shut
up in his room , but in the afternoon
he left the house , and walked slowly
across the fields toward Annandale
Castle.
( TO BC COXTIXUEn. )
COAL AND IRON.
Showing : That Great liritain Is Xot
Holding Ilpr Own.
Statistics show that , whereas Great
Britain in 1840 produced 75 per cent of
the world's supply of coal , at the pres
et time it produces only 34 per cent ,
says Nature. Atlantic liners no longer
carry coal from Great Britain for the
return journey ; they now take in
American coal , and no less than 1,500 , -
000 tons of American coal were thus
consumed in 1S95. The condition of the
iron manufacturing industries has al
ways exercised a most important influ
ence on the production of coal so that
a large demand for iron draws with
it a large demand for mineral fuel. Dur
ing the last twenty-five years the
world's production of pig iron has in
creased from 12,000,000 to 26,000,000
tons ; but the share taken by
Great Britain has fallen from
48.8 per cent to 29 per cent ,
while that of the United States
has increased 'from 14.1 per cent to
26.2 per cent , that of Germany from
11.4 per cent to 21.4 per cent , and that
of Russia from 3 per cent to 4.7 per
cent. Indeed , iron is now being im
ported from the United States into this
country , and , incredible as it may
seem , the railway station at Middles-
borough , the center of the iron trade ,
is built of iron brought from Belgium.
Surely , then , the author of "Our Coal
Resources at the Close of the Nine
teenth Century" is hardly right in
thinking that British coal and Iron
still held their own. He argues that
other countries of Europe are exhaust
ing their coal supplies just as Great
Britain , yet the figures he gives show
that Germany has in reserve , within a
depth of 3,000 feet , 109,000,000,000 tons
of coal , as compared with our 81,683 , -
000,000 tons within a depth of 4,000 feet.
And this estimate does not include
brown coal , of which Germany raises
25,000,000 tons annually.
I'roliablo Change hi the Kubbor Industry
Hitherto rubber has usually been se
cured by the wasteful method of cut
ting down the trees. The recent dis
covery that the leaves furnish a purer
and more copious suppiy of gum than
the trees , promises to produce a great
change in that Industry.
BATTLE WITH SPIDERS.
A a Itnmilt of It a St. LouU 3Iuu May
Ul Peculiar Symptom * .
John Held , who had a battle with
spiders at J. A. Patten's grocery store ,
822 Market street , is much worse , sayu
the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Dr. Kear-
nej of the city dispensary staff fears
the victim of the venomous insect is
a doomed man. Deadly poison is cours
ing through his veins and symptoms of
lockjaw are developing. A peculiar
feature of Hold's aiiliction is that he
is able to be about and attend to his
duties. He apparently does not realize
his danger. Three unsightly marks ,
two on the left side of his nose and one
on his chin , show where he was bitten.
His jaws are becoming rigid. He talks
with difficulty. "I am feeling pretty
well this morning , " said Held to a re
porter , "but 1 can scarcely open my
mouth. There seems to be big lumps
in my throat and my jawbones ache.
My arms and shoulders are .covered
Avith red blotches , which seem to grow
larger all the time. I am sure I was
not bitten on the arms or shoulders ,
for I wore my coat when the spiders
attacked me. The poison must be com
ing to the surface. When I went to
the cellar to pack a case of goods
Thursday ijight I removed a lot of
rubbish to get a box. I felt something
run across my face and brushed it off.
When it dropped to the floor 1 saw it
was a black spider. I stepped on it. In
an instant the place seemed alive with
spiders. They ran across my face and
hands. I did not know I had been
bitten until I came upstairs. A friend
asked me what was the matter with
my nose. I looked in a mirror and
saw there were two big blisters on my
left nostril. When I touched them they
burst. I was feverish all night. Friday
morning I found a third blister on my
chin. I went to the dispensary and
had the wounds cauterized. The
blotches on my arms and shoulders
have appeared since. " A reporter ac
companied Held to the dispensary Sat
urday morning. Dr. Kearney examined
him and expressed surprise at the
progress of the virus through the sys
tem. "This man has a clear case of
blood-poisoning , " he said. "Even if
lockjaw does not set in he may die. "
After the wounds were dressed Held
went back to work , still refusing to be
lieve in the doctor's diagnosis. The
spiders which bit Held are known as
black spiders. Their engine of de
struction is a mandible or claw , which
when not in use is folded between the
jaws. When the black spider settles
on his victim he opens his jaws and
extends the mandible. As the claw-like
organ enters the flesh , a poison sac in
the tip of the mandible is opened and
the deadly virus injected.
Man's Infallible Guide.
Conscience is the voice of the soul ;
the passions are the voice of the body.
It is astonishing that often these two
languages contradict each other , and
then to which must we listen ? Too of
ten reason deceives us ; wehaveonly toe
much acquired the right of refusing to
listen to it , but conscience never de
ceives us ; it is the true guide of man ;
it is to man what instinct is to the
body , which follows it , obeys nature ,
and never is afraid of going astray.
London Echo.
Urcvity.
Dr. Abernethy was notoriously one o !
the most laconic of men. It is said that
one day there was among his patients
a woman who had burned her hand.
Showing him the wound , she said , "A
burn , " "A poultice , " answered the die-
tor. Next day she called and said "Bet
ter. " "Repeat , " said the doctor. In a
week she made her last call , and her
speech was lengthened to three words.
"Well , your fee ? " "Nothing , " said the
physician , "you are the most sensible
woman I ever met. "
UifTorent Xoav.
Boozeleigh When I was first mar
ried , no matter how late I came home ,
my wife always greeted me with
smiles. Woozleigh And now ? Booze
leigh ( sighing ) Lam obliged to get all
my smiles now on the way home.
JUVENILE JOKES.
Beth ( seeing a hen shaking some
feathers off , excitedly ) "Look , there 's
a hen boiling over. "
Ethel ( aged 6) "I wonder where all
the clergymen come from ? " Frances
( aged 5) "I suppose the choir boys
grow up into ministers ! "
"Charley , you should not say 'that
air. ' It isn't proper. " A few days aft
er the father brought home an airgun.
whereupon Charley said : "Papa , what
must I say when I want to say that
airgun ? " ,
The pupils of a school were asked to
give in writing the difference between
a biped and a quadruped. One boy gave
the following : "A biped has two legs
and a quadruped has four legs ; there
fore , the difference between a biped and
a quadruped is two legs. "
A Boston teacher had been giving a
familiar talk on zoology to a class of
10-year-olds in a grammar school. To
test their intelligence he said in the
course of his remarks : "Who can tell
me the highest form of animal life ? "
A little girl held up her hand. "Well ,
Mary ? " "The hy-ena , " shouted Mary ,
seriously , but triumphantly. Repress
ing a smile , the teacher said , "Is it
Mary ? Think again. Is a hyena the
very highest ? Don't answer too quick
ly ; take 5our time. " "Oh , now I
know , " cried Mary ; "it's the giraffe. "
"What do you mean , " asked the city
editor , "by comparing the air to frozen
quinine ? " "I meant to say , " said the
new reporter , with proud humility ,
"that it was bitter cold. " Indianapolis
Journal.
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* \nHi aminations In the
Everglade High School , and he now lay
beneath a shady elm thinking of the
hard lessons he had learned , of his lit
tle misbehaviors in the past , and what
he meant to do In the future.
He was light-hearted , good naturcd.
boyish , but by no means thoughtless
or careless. His mind wandered from
one thing to another until his thoughts
were centered on the mythological tale
of the strange young man of old whose
name he bore.
He slept and this is the dream he
dreamed :
He saw the mighty Siegfried at the
ancient forge. He heard the clang of
the great hammer as it fell on the an
vil.
He watched the skillful hand put the
finishing touches on the powerful Bel-
mung.
The scene changed. He found him
self in the midst of a large assembly.
Again he saw the man of valor with
sword poised above the figure of a man ,
seated on a rock , clad in armor , an
cient but well made.
The sword remained but an instant.
It fell with the force of a thunderbolt
from the hand of Jupiter. The armor
' "urst asunder and blood bathed the
.nountain side. Ah ! where was the
boasted armor ? where the conceited
man who made it ?
Siegfried awoke. Drops of cold per
spiration stood on his forehead.
What did it all mean ? Had he really
seen the mighty warrior he had read
so much of ? Where was he ?
He sat upright and looked about him.
He found himself on the bank of the
Evcglade mill-stream which swept
swiftly toward its outlet.
The lofty elm still stretched forth its
protecting branches to shade him from
the sun's fury.
Siegfried gazed dazedly about him ,
reiterating his dream time and again
With an endeavor to interpret it.
Across the siream and farther down ,
a dense black smoke rose , from the
chimney of a large brick building , situ
ated on a rock elevation not far from
the village center. It was the village
brewery.
Siegfried was nineteen years old. yet
it had never occurred to him that in
two more years he , with several others ,
would have a voice in the village poli
tics. He lay for some time engrossed
HE SLEPT AND DREAMED ,
in deep thought. What did his dream
mean ? Heaised his eyes , and as if
divinely directed , the3' fell on the brew
ery. What a pitiful sight he saw !
Schoolboys stood at the door watching
the manufacture of the poison with in
terest ; others carried pails of it to
their fathers.
Although the brewery had been there
but a short time , its influence was felt
sadly. In the back room of the village
store stood a large hardwood barrel
on end , drained by a faucet at the low
er end. The grocer sold more of the
contents of this barrel than he did of
his staple articles.He had less de
mand for flour , potatoes , fruit or any
garden products. The mill had dis
charged three men for lack of work.
The old gray-haired cobbler was gble
to carry his now small business alone ,
and therefore dismissed his assistant.
The once thriving town was waning.
Factories weakened. Men who were
thrown out of employment spent their
remaining wages in trying to drown
their sorrow in the flowing bowl , and
so well did one succeed by walking off
the bridge after drinking eight glasses ;
of the cooling beverage , that except for
the timely aid of a few high school lads ,
his sorrows on this earth would have
been at an end. Yet all of these
changes were to the interest of the
brewery ; and how it thrived ! .
Siegfried noted this and determined
that yonder brick building was an
armor encasing a conceited boaster.
Boaster of the ruin and misery he had
brought ; of the crimes he had commit
ted and of polluted politics he had
made. i
"This boaster must be humbled and
silenced. " vowed Siegfried , "and my
hand shall be the first to grasp the
Belmung of to-day to accomplish it.
But what is this Belmung , where is it
to be found and how used ? " he soli
loquized.
Quickly the answer came. "This
sword lit the vote of the people , it is
to be fonnu at the voting polls and is
to be used for Prohibition ! "
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He rose from beneath the elm with rt 1 1
firm determination. "I am but nineteen ! '
and have two years to work for the ' i |
abolition of thin curse. Mo.st of my ; |
schoolmates like me , and by explaining' : M
the lawlessness , corruptnc.su and bnau- ' M
ucfcs of this , legalized curse , surely I M
can persuade them to join me. " ' M
Ho went to work immediately with M
a persistency that showed his heart KVJ
was in the cause. H
Two years passed as though they hail |
been but two weeks. M
Behold now our hero ! By the vote H
of his townsmen he is magistrate of the H
little city. He holds the edict which M
is to banish the brewery and the contents - H
tents of the casks will bathe the rock3. H
as of old blood bathed tfic mountain H
side. Union Signal. M
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A STORY OF EDWIN BOOTH. M
Illustrating IIU J. iisy Transition from BVJ
the KIdlftiloiis to the Sublime. M
A good many years ago , while Edwin H
Booth was playing a successful engagement - H
ment in one of the leading theaters , I H
dropped into his dressing room ono H
night during the course of the performance - H
ance , says Lawrence Hutton In liar- H
per's Magazine. He chanced to be in LbBsI
a particularly happy frame of 1 1
mind and he was often cheer- j H
fill and happy , tradition to the H
contrary notwithstanding. He was f |
smoking the inevitable pipe and lie IbBsI
was arrayed in the costume of Riche- 1 1
lieu , with his feet upon the table , sub- IbBsI
mitting patiently to the manipulations IbBsI
of Iiis wardrobe man or "dresser. " Af- 1b |
ter a few words of greeting the callhoy 1 |
knocked at the door and said that Mr. 1 |
Booth was wanted at a certain "left !
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lower entrance. " The protagonist Pfl |
jumped up quickly and asked if I would IbBsI
stay where I was and keep his plpo * |
alight , or go along with him and sec f |
him "lunch the cuss of Rum , " quoting fa !
the words of George L. Fox , who had H
been producing recently a ludicrously H
clever burlesque of Booth in the same H
part. I followed him to the wings and M
stood by his side while he wailed for M
his cue. It was the fourth act of the H
drama , I remember , and the stage was M
set as a garden , nothing of which wan M
visible from our position but the flics M
and the back of the wings and wo j fl
might have been placed in a great bare H
barn , so far as any scenic effect was ap- H
parent. Adrian , Baradas and the conspirators - M
spirators were speaking and at an opposite - H
posite entrance , waiting for her cue , H
was the Julie of the evening. She was H
a good woman and an excellent no- H
tress , but unfortunately not a personal H
favorite with the star , who called my H
attention to the bismuth with which H
she was covered , and said that if she H
got any of it onto his new scarlet cloak H
he would pinch her black and blue. j H
puffing volumes of smoke into my face j H
as he spoke. When the proper time H
came he rushed upon the stage , with - BBBs !
a parting injunction not to let his pipe r BBBss !
go out ; and with the great meerschaum yYBBh
in my mouth I saw the heroine of the " H
play cast herself into his arms and no- AvAvJ
ticed , to my great amusement , that she BBBsl
did smear the robes of my lord cardiVAVfl
nal with the greasy white stuff he so ftyAWJ
much disliked. I winked back at the BVAyj
half-comic , half-angry glance he shot ftWAWJ
toward me over Julie's snowy choiil- AvAyj
ders. I half-expected to hear the real AwAVJ
scream he had threatened to cause her wMBBBs !
to utter. I thought of nothing but the PW * |
humorous , absurd side of the situation ; BAwJ
I was eager to keep the pipe going. |
And lo ! he raised his hand and spoke | H
those familiar lines : "Around her form |
I draw the awful circle of our solemn |
church. Place but a foot within that |
hallowed ground and on thy head , yea , j H
though it wore a crown , I'd launch the |
curse of Rome ! " Every head upon the |
stage was uncovered and I found my |
own hat in my hand ! I forgot all the |
tomfoolery we had been indulging in ; BAVJ
I forgot his pipe and my promise re- BBBsl
garding it ; I forgot that I had been a l l
habitual theater-goer all my life ; I for- j H
got that I was a protcstant heretic and |
that it was nothing but stage play ; I j H
forgot everything except the fact I was |
standing in the presence of the great , / bWbb !
visible head of the Catholic religion in " " BBBB
France and that I was ready to drop B vV :
upon my knees with the rest of them yAVfl
at his imprecation. That was Edwin BAVfl
Booth the actor. H
Unique. BBBI
The Church Economist prints the following - H
lowing letter , recently sent by a Pennsylvania - H
sylvania church to a business firm in H
Chicago. "Gentlemen : A cafe chant- H
ant , together with a market , will be H
given in the spacious rooms of the parish - H
ish house , Dec. 9 and 10 , for the benefit j H
of church of this city. The object H
of the market is to display and dispose H
of the wares of the leading manufacturers - H
ers throughout the country. We , therefore - H
fore , write to ask if you will kindly j H
contribute something in the shape of- H
sample packages , or the like , sending H
them by mail , freight or express , pre- H
paid. You can readily see this will bo H
a unique as well as a very good way oC H
ldvertising. Very truly yours , " etc. j H
Too Much Itoast Shout * BBBfl
The following paragraph appeared H
the other day in the Hartsburg ( .Mo. ) H
Enterprise : "The editor of this paper H
find his estimable wife boarded the pas- H
5enger train Thursday morning for Nevada - |
vada , where they will spend several |
days vir.iting fritnds. The editor will , |
also spend a few days at Eldorado / J
Springs , to restore his failing health. j M
is he has been suffering of late with 1 |
dyspepsia , caused by overindulgence in | |
roast shoat. which was served at a banquet - H
quet given in this town recently. " |
Precautionary tenure. BBBfl
"Heavens ! " cried the head of : .he j H
firm , patting his hands to his ears as H
tie entered the candy department. j H
• who gave those girls permission to H
talk ? " "I did , sir. " said the floor- H
walker. "It was the only way to keep H
them from eating up all the candy. " H
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