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A little time oC silence ln the heal ,
I A little lime oC Indolent delight ,
A little slumber lit her gentle feet
t Who brings enchantment anti excess of
, light :
I 'little lanulll ! dreaming : In the Sill ,
\ And , uhf how simply happiness Is wont
Long have we toll'd In dusty city waYR.
To snare the flying form that will not
turn
And bless us nil our bitter , strenuous
days :
Long have we borne with hearts that
. throb and yearn ,
The sting oC sorl'ow. Every humnn woe
? _ _ _ has stricken us , and yet we did not
. t . . know
, " ' 0 dill not know what happy 1ll'pamOl's
guess
That only when the busy hands are
still
_ _ AntI thought contents Itself In idici1o : ; ,
, IF : she subservient to our grasping will
, . ; ' Then' 'twixt II slumber and Il sigh , man
hears
P The mem'ry haunting music of the 'OIl1'S.
A little limo shut In with flow'l's mill
. leaves ,
A little space to watch the clouds go
, by ,
{ 1' Drifting In depths of blue , ' and sadness
leaves
! \
iIt. . .
m TL The heart as fresh and radiant as the
sky :
c . And she who Hcoru'd us when we could
, ) ! but weep ,
Visits 011I' heart J when they arc prone 10
aleep
I -PilI ! Mall Gazelle
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Brarnp "ay's Pot.Boiler r
By LLOYD WILLIAMS
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"What'EJ this ? " she asked ! , Imlttlng
a pair of clearh"llellcl\ \ ( eYl'brows
"That's only a pol.bollel' , " he re
plied , nlrlly.
For two years he had been painting
mysterious "lmI1resslons" to the 1m.
menso satisfaction of himself and a
select circle of highly intellectual ,
longhaired ] friends 'fluty were wonderful .
derful pictures with fantastic titles ,
and might be hung In any light without .
out loss of effect , hut the BrltllJh : 1mb-
Uo showed no disposition to purchase
them
Now , considered as impressions ,
Brnmpton hay's pictures were unIo-
_ , , . niable Considered as salable articles
, .a
- ' for the decoration of galleries or
rooms they were a complete falIme
Consequently when he observed that
his modest banking account was be
coming so ridiculously modest as to
approach the non-existent state , like \
n wise : young man he set to work on
something likely \ to prove convertible
Into money
'Vhat Is a pot.boller ? " she asl\Cd.
"I suppose you will think me a Phi lIs.
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tine for not knowing , but although I
have often heard the word I have
never properly understood It. "
"Pol.boillng , " he said , wllh the self-
confident air of a young man who has
absorbed the wisdom Of the age , "Is
the art of painting or writing 'rot. '
She looked at him lu amazement
and then turned and looked again at
; . . - the picture , which until she arrived
\ had stood on the ground , face to the
wall , in disgrace
'Vhy paint 'rot' ? " she asl\Cd
"Because the public like it , " he said
gravely , "and when the public like a
thing they buy It ; buying It Involves
paying for it , and when people pay
for things you have the wherewithal
to purchase bread and butter and
possibly a small piece of cheese to go
with it. "
_ "You mean that the public don't
buy these ? " she said , Indicating with
a sweep of her arm the stacks of
"Impressions" with which the little
studio was furnlshe
"They don't , " ho said , dr 'Ir : ,
"But they will buy this ! " she aid ,
indicating the 110l.1Joller
1 ; . . . . "With all m- heart I hope so , " ho
, f -.r said.
"One more question , " she murmured .
mured , with a pretty smile , "and then
I wlll try not to be a Philistine again.
In what respect Is that picture 'rot' ? "
He looked ] at his handiwork with
his head on one side while an expression .
sion somewhere between pride and
disdain flickered across his face Why
wile it "rot ? " He hardly knew how to
. \ explain it in 110 many words
.1 > "You .10 , there 16 no artistic pre'
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tension in that picture , " ho said slow-
Iy "Thoro Is no-eh-tone , no Inmg
inatlvo effect , no subtle contl'nst The
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plcluro doesn.t appeal to you ns n
picture , but as n stor ' . "
"l\1 lstn't n picture mean anything ,
then ? " she asked , innocellt1
" ' 1'0 he sure it should , " ho said , hur-
rledl ) ' , "But its meaning should 1.10
pictorial , not-not- "
"Not human ? "
"Not narrative , " ho corrected so-
vel'ely Then ho added with deep disdain .
Iialn : " ' } 'hat is the kind ] of IJlctmo (
people will nUb ' In Its print forum to
cottage walls. "
"I [ snppose that would ho hlunli- (
ntlng' , " she r\\11I\\'Iell \ \ , Ilel1lul'ely
"You arc laughing ) at me , " he said ,
with a perfectly gomte111l1ered s1I111e
"Not at nil ; I n1l1 honestly trying to
understand the point of view , " alto
sard hastily , giving him a look ] which ,
had he happened to see Il , woulll have
cheered him more than n dozen favorable '
\'omhlo crIHclsmH "I suppose I shall
always ho a Philistine , " she went on ,
"fOl' It seems to me that this plclure
Is the best in the room "
He looked at her In silent nstoit-
islunent nnll IIerhn1l1 ( liaa1)1)ointmmlemtt.
"Let mo see If I understand it , " site
I > ald , "YOII have It farm house , and hy
the red clay soil I should . say It Is
1)e\'onshh'o , 01' at any rate west coun-
h'y. In a field outside ( the homestead
there Is a young man lying asleep and
a dear old mongrel / doggie is looking
at him The title of time plolul'o is
the most peculiar part of It. Yon call
It "rho New Hond. ' Just at first It
SOUIII18 unsuitable , hut let me ace If I
have guessed the riddle correctly The
young man Is half starving and utterly . .
ly I exhausted : , his clothes arc London- ;
lied I but III rag ; his boots arc dropping '
ping off his feet , ho Is dead beat , nt
the lowest ebb of deslJah' But he has
in fact struck the new road. IIo has
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I'That's " he said
only a pot-boiler , ,
airily.
been to London and gone more than
half way lo the bad , then he has
turned his face toward home lIe
seems to have tramped most of the
way , and ho has arrived there just
' ' morning.
before daybreak one spring
Utterly worn out , ho has flung himself .
self down under a blossom.laden apple -
plo tree and fallen asleep Time sun
has risen und' the dog has found him
It Is the prodigal son in a new guise
You call It 1'he } New nond'-that is ,
he has turned his back on the old
road and ili going to begin afrosh. "
lIe seemed to he about to offer some
explanation , for he kept his artistic
faculties quite apart from his love
of human nature , and was about to
explain that a beautiful story is not
the same thing as a beautiful picture ,
but at that moment a girl's voice was
heard.
"Aro you two people never coming
to tea ? " she said
So the two people strolled into the
adjoining room where the fiancee of
Brampton Hay's chum was dispensing
tea
tea.It was a red.letter afternoon for the
two young artists when the girls
swooped down upon them unexpectedly .
edly , Sir George Ch1\lml'r6 had found
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It necessary to run up to London on
hllSlllCSR , told had very properly
brought his daughter nn'd her visitor
with hIm for the outing
ClemVilton , who shared n studio
with liay , was naturally enraptttrld
when his sweetheart wIred to Bay she
was coming
But oven his joy was exceeded by
that of his friend nt the news that
Imey \ Ohnlmors would take part in
the "l > wooll. " 'l'he two young mon hall
RlIl'ul n cheery holiday time year 1.10-
1'01'0 In Je\'ollshlrl , whore they had
holh fallen victims to mho young / gentleman -
tleman t I who Is usually represented ) as
ltd hmg / attired In ilie t Spartan simplicity
of n how amt nrl'OW But their fates
were widely dllTerent. Cleat , who was
a nobody In particular , had succumbed
to the chnl'ms of n girl whose post-
ton ( was not morn exalted titan his
own Consequently , In duo course
they were comfortahly engaged In
quite the ollJ.fashloned , commonplace
wa ' ,
way.But
Bill Bl'llmlton ) Hay mad ] no such
luck ; : ; although ! the two girls wore
friends , he ] had ] the misfortune to fall
In love with the OliO who was daughter .
tOl' to two millions of mone ' , Now ,
hh'lh and position are often bars to
romantic unions , hut there Is no bar
so Insollltrahlo ns enormous wealth
Consequently } BI'amllton I\ncl Lucy
understood from the first that their
cause was practically hopeless. They
made no particular secret of their affection .
fectlon , for Sir George hind 110 dlslllm
for mho young man himself and wns
wise enough not to 01111080 his laugh- (
ter's "admlt'el' so long ns the "family
dllty" was perfectly understood I
"My clear old Drampton , " the girl
had : said when ho proposed ! for the !
twent ' -soYenlh time , "yoll lcmlow what '
my feelings are , hilt what can I cIa ?
i SUlIlJOSe It.'s awfully unheroic of mo ,
hilt I would no more think of marrying .
Ing a man to whom old dad objected
than I wOllld thlnle of marrying a
man to whom I objected m 'self' "
"Perhal1s ho will come 'rollnll some
dar , " said Bl'Ilmpton.
1'erhal18 so , " she said , with a wistful .
ful sml\o \
Women have more patience , and , it
must bo admitted , more common sense
In these matters. She was very fond
of Brnl1lllton , and was certain that , as
his wife , she would have ] been ex-
tremelr happy ; but she also saw
that It was not to he
II was while the four young people
were sitting at tea that the house-
lecl1Cr-a woman of most respectable
ugliness-announced a gentlemnn
"I suppose ! I must see who It is , "
Sllill Dramllton.
Ito strolled ont into the studio
where his visitor awaited him and
found It was Sir George Chl1.Imor8
himself , who had finished , his business
earlier than ho anticipated
"You are just in time for a cup or
tea , sir , " said Drampton , with the
hietirtinesm ; appropriate to time father
of the girl he wanted to marry.
The old man paid no attention to
the welcome nor to the outstretched
hand
"What do you mean by that ptc-
turo ? " ho asked , pointing to the pot-
boiler
"That ? Oh ! that Is just a little fancy .
ny picture , " said Brampton
Ho was somewhat astonished at the
question because hitherto Sir George
hind declined to talce any Interest in
his work , haYing no "fancy for the
ruhhlsh. "
"Yes , yes , " said time old follow , tea-
tlly "Dut what put the Idea Into your
head ? What does tho' picture repro.
sent ! What do you mean hy it ? "
. "I call It 'The Now Road , ' " said
Brampton.
The old man looked at him with. a
kind of fierce surprise. "But the farm
house , " he Sl1.ld "Where Is It ? What
Is Its name ? "
"That is More Farm near Mary
Tavr , " said Brampton with a smile
"I was horn there When I waS In
Devonshire last year I made a sketch
of the old place , and the other clay
when I wanted a subject for a pot.
boiler I used It , " '
"You were born there " muttered
Sir G0orze. "But who Iii the young
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man tying asleep , anti why do you
call It 'Tho Now Road ? ' "
'rho true history of the picture Is
this , " said Drampton. "Doforo I was
horn R young man was found ono
morning asleep uudor the apple tree
just outRldo time orchnrd. lie was
half ] starving and in rags. l\Tr mother .
cr , who never allowed stranger to
/0 / away omptr , look him in , tubbed
him and clothed him , fixed him up
with a square breakfast , and sent him
away rojolclng. Before ho oft ] the
young follow talc ] her his story Ito
had got himself Into nn ugly scrape In
LotHon-gonG ] tu limo bitch , In rncl-
mind l1l11 ] rlln IlWIlY. or course , she
gave him a straight tlllle- ( 'ou know
what women are , sir , " Brnmllton cionI"
cd hIs throat hastily , "Illlli undo ] him ]
premise to go home and nll\l\O a clean
breast of it , "
"Whnt suggested the title ? " mdod
Sir Georgc , hltmtly
lOA whimsical notion or may own , "
said Bramplon , "When my mother
had finIshed with him she put him un
hl8 road , for ho had lost ] his henl'llIglI
She tool him to time door and tolll
him to go to the right by limo now
road ( over limo hill It In a fnlllllllllo
idea , hut I tool It 1111 my title. Of
course \ , nobody will over Imow exactly .
nctly what I meant hy it , though your
daughter / gave 1\ very shrewd guess
at mho general meaning ! "
Sir George hooked at the 111clllro for
1fow minutes with hlInlting eyeD ,
while Drall1llton watched him III ul'
Icnce
"Wollld you carp to hear limo rest at
that story ? " mho old mnn lIulw(1. (
"I shollid ltulecel , sit' , "
1'hnt lad left limo fl1r1ll with the
IdflH of n good wOl1lnn on hn } cheek
and the blessing or Cod In hln earn ,
and ho kept his wOl'llllnll ! went 110111e , "
said Sir George 111 ( a low voice. "JIIII
own mother wept over him fIllll tin
Lather ; flogged hint heartily for a
IHllIdng young thief , mIll hetweell
them they nllulo n mnn of him ( , Afterwards .
orwnrlill ho went to America and
11r0ypercl weU enough , null when ho
returned to England ! : ho even canto to
some honor "
The old tau hind mentioned 110
111l111eR , and 111'11l11l1ton , with rare tact ,
was equally } silent -
"Tho end of the story justifies my
title , sir , " was all he flald.
"Curiously enough , " added Sir
George , "ho never EHlcceedell In IhHI-
lug hits way hack to thank that won1'
1\11 , though he often trlec ! It was 1\
kind of lost chapter In his life , though
ho never forgot It. Ah ! hero is Lucy "
She had heard her fl1.thor's volco
and entered the studio , hilt fleeing hy
the faces of time two men that seine-
thing unusual ] had been hnJlPenlns , she
stood in sIlence
At last Sir George spoke In time
steady , matter-of . fact voice of the trueborn .
born Anglo-Saxoll who will \ suffer Internal -
ternal agony rather than display any
emotion
"I have finlshell earlier than I expected .
pected , Lucy , " ho said , "hut there Is
another call I must make , ho I will \
come back for you in about an bonr. "
'rho old man spoke as If ho were
halt dazed , but he walked to the door
of the tudlo with a firm alep Here , -
however , he stopped and said , with a
note of tenderness In his voice which
was unfamiliar to Drampton , though
not to Lucy , 'rell her the true story
01 'Tho New Hoall. ' 'feIl her all. Keep
nothing hack. "
lie paused , hut went on steadily ,
"ToIl her what it means to me , what
It means to hOl' It wl1ho \ for her to
say what It means to you , "
And with that ho left thom.-Tho
'rattler
May Visit Cripple Creek ,
It If : ! expected that Cripple Creel ,
Cole . will be the meeting place of the
Transmlsslsslppl commercial congress
next yoar. The business men are anx
lous to visit "the greatest gold camp
on earth , " whose production of the yel
low metal for the last ten years , It
made into $20.pleccB and placed edge
to edge , would make n continuous
band of cold from New York to San
Francisco ,
