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By VIBGINIA TERHUNE VAN DEWATER.
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las she sat at her breakfast table the fol
lowing morning.
I It was from Sidney Randolph and en-
targed upon his regret a being obliged
t o send her such a brief note the previous
(evening. He asked her pardon for what
lie feared must have seemed to her as
brusque and discourteous and ended with
request to be . allowed to see her the
'next afternoon.
"I am sending," the letter ended, "a
(few flowers, as a propitiatory offering to
jthe goddess. May she forgive and be
(kind."
' A little later, when the flaming heap
(of roses was uncovered, the "goddess"
E'slt as much kindness as the sender could
ossibly have wished.
, The following afternoon Sidney Ran
Idolph came, immaculate and distin
guished in appearance, bringing with him
ia great bunch of iris purple and sliver
jblooms upon slender green stalks.
"Oh, how beautiful!" exclaimed Bea
trice. "My favorite flower! How did you
know that?"
The words were tha same with which
ahe had received Maynard's gift of violets
peveral weeks ago, but the present guest
was not aware of that, and the. woman
did not see the humor of the situation.
"I did not know they were, your favor
Jts," the donor answered gravely. '.'They
reminded me of you slim, graceful,
jchaste, growing In the coarse serge of
marshy grounds, but all the more won-1
Iderful by their contrast with other plants
around them."
Buch flattery might Have seemed mawk
IshJy sentimental from another speaker,
but as Beatrice looked into .Raodoljh's
.dark eyes the words carried for her the
(ring of sincerity and rte flushed under
(his frank look of admiration. In her girl
Ihood she had known other artists, and
tad regarded with more or less contempt
.he affectations of their cult. But with
Sidney Randolph it was different
' The "pair sat for s a long time over
IBeatrice's dainty tea table, where tall
glasses of iced tea were flanked by
Iplatea of thin sandwiches and . crisp
wafers. Before he took hit departure
the artist' begged his hotess again to be
allowed to paint her portrait, but she
'already pondered and weighed the propo
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J&mea Oliver Curwood,. author of "Th
(Flower of the North," tells the following
tory about the men to be found in the
country about Hudson bay, where the
scene o( his story is laid: . .
I "I was at Prince Albert," he said, "slt
ting on the veranda of the little rid Wlno-
or hotel,; faelng-the Saskatchewan. Dur
lng the few days previous a number of
factors, trappers and halfbreed canoemen
had come down from the north. One of
these men had not been down to the edge
o civilization for seven yeure.. Three of
the other had not been down in two,ana
(this was the annual trip of the other
eight for there were Juat eighteen of us
Slitting there together.
"We were smoking and talking when a
;young woman turned up the narrow walk
leading to the veranda. Immediately
jevery vo ce was hushed and as the woman
came up the steps those twelve roughlv
'clad men of. the wilderness rose to then
!feet to a man, each holding his cap in
his hand. Thus they stood, silent and
with bowed heads, until the younir
'Woman had passed Into the hotel. It
was. the most beautiful tribute to wom-
anhood I had ever seen. . And I, the
man from civilisation, was the only one
who remained sitting, with my hat stilt
on ir.y hcad."-Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
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"Well, auntie." asked her young mas
ter, "5o you really be'Ieve in the Bible?'
"YS, Fah, ebery word."
"Do you believe that the.wha'e swal
lowed Jonah?"
"Yes, nh; I believes it 'cause the Bible
rays so. I'm gwlne tuh ask Jonah 'bout
flat Je3 aa sen an I sets to hebben."
"But ti'i) v Jonah isn't there."
"Den. l.oi ymi ken ask him."
1'lMBUed Spark.
It Is Impossible for the average man to
explain the tariff to a woman because
the average man doesn't understand
either the woman or the tariff.
Alany a man h.s failed because he suc
ceeded too well.
A principle of government is a poor
substitute for governmental principle.
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sitlon and decided against it. although
she had been secretly Inclined to gratify
her handsome supplicant.
"Dear Mr. Randolph," he said, seriously,
"I am not a rich woman. Frankly, I
have not the money to spend upon any
thing so frivolous and extravagant as
perpetuating my face upon canvas. Even
If I thoi'ght my face or figure worthy
the honor, my conscience and my duty to
my children would not allow it."
The man's Instinctive good taste for
bade his obeying the impulse to offer
to waive the financial consideration, but
he sought a compromise.
"Then mayn't I' come here often to
see you and, perhaps, make a little sketch
of you Just for my own keeping?"
The subtle flattery of his plea moved
the widow. '
"You are welcome to come as often
as you pelase, Mr." Randolph,," sbe said,
unconsciously lmitaing In speech and
manner the artist's old world grace.
"You are very grood to me," he said,
simply. "Thank you. I shall come often."
He did come often first, twice a week,
and then on alternate days. Summer was
advancing. The city was, at mldday, a
glaring oven of asphalt and stone. .
AH' of Beatrice's friends were leaving
town; HenT' Blanchard bad gone west
to' his factory' in Indiana, to be absent
for a: month or more. He wrote her oc
casionally, bid-fashioned, pompous let
ters ifrhlch amused her. June was waning
into July. Beatrice's amusements were
few, and her life Vas monotonous. She
looked forward eagerly to Sidney Ran
dolph's visits.
: And Beatrice she who had coolly set
about months ago hunting a husband, as
one might search the intelligence offices
for a good domestic found herself fasci
nated by this man. He was a clever com
panion, young, handsome and prosperous.
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These qualifications -set the final teal of
her approval upon his suit, She knew
that her feeling for him was not the kind
that she had given Tom Minor before her
ghastly awakening, but Randolph charmed
her, and, -she decided, if he loved her,
she .would accept his hand with hli
heart.
With ail this in ber mind she was
quick to detect a change In the man's
usually happy demeanor when he called
one afternoon early In July. He seemed
distracted and worried and soon his
speech explained the change, that Bea
trice had noted.
"Tou can never know what-yonr com
panionship, your quick understanding
of me and my moods have meant to me
through all these weeks that, but for you,
would have been wearisome and wear
ing." he said. "I wish I might make you
understand now, for. I must take my
leave of New York soon."
Beatrice paled and started, but the man
continued. .
"I sail for Paris next Monday. Before
I go I would like to have you understand
what your companionship has meant to
me." There was real feeling In his tone.
"May I come again tonight and bring
wlth'me a little jdft as a parting remeni
granoe? I shall not return , , to. New
York until September, and meanwhile t
want you to think of me-lf you will.
May I come tonight?"'
The women , scarcely recognised her
own voice as she gf.ve her consent.
I-ater, when, he (je,d,fone with the hope
ful words ''Au reyoir.unUI evening," the
widow stood where, lie, had left her. The
flowers he had ' brought her were upon
the table near' her. Suddenly, with a
st tongs thrill and grip at her heart, she
stooped and buried her face In their cool
fragrance.
Ry RKV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
.UDit 16, 1T80,
most of the regular force on our side,
ziri-xJ
The battle of Camden, fought 132 years fought with their accustorned bravery,
ago today-AugUBt 18, 178J-reglKred the but through the incompetency of Gates
low-water mark of the American truggli ' ro the folly of entrusting Important po
sitions to raw militia, the day closed with
such gloom as had never before settled
down upon an American army..
It was more than a defat, it was an
appalling disaster, the American loss be
ing 1,000 In killed and woundod, 1,000 cap
tured, and 1000 email arms and seven
pieces of artillery. Off against this was i
the Insignificant British lose of 834 la
killed and wounded.
It was the most stunning defeat of the.'
war, and to this day it remains the most
humiliating event in American military :
annals. , '
The "political General," Gates, whose
foolishness and stubbornness had brought !
on the disaster, ran away from the field
as fast as thoroughbred steeds could take ;
him. There was no "rapid transit" In
thoie days, and yet there was nothing
slow In Gates' flight of 200 miles from
Camden back to Hlllsboro, which was ao-t
complished In a little more than three
days. ' ; '
Off against the disgraceful flight of
Gates standa the heroism of the Baron de
Kalb, who long after the battle had been;
lost In every other quarter, was seen i
fighting on foot in the midst of his Mary '
landers till he fell dying of his eleven
wounds.
In the meantime Washington bad "hie
way, In spite of the politicians, and
Greene was given command In the south.
The good effect was Instantaneously
manifest; and King's Mountain, the
Cowpens and Kutaw Springs more than
w'ped out the disgrace of Carnden.
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for independence. It was the nadir of
our woe, the utter
most depths of our
humiliation and de
spair, A forlorn time for
our patriot forefath
ers, was that sum
mer of 1780. The
British seemed to
have everything their
own way. Georgia
was overrun, Charles
ton was in their
hands, and it looked
as though the entire
south was forever
gone from us.' It was not without much
show of Justification that the celebrated
Horace Walpole about this 'time wrote:
"We look on America as at our feet."
Such was the miserable situation when
General Horatio Gates,' recently commis
sioned as commander-in-chief of the
forces of the south, began his campaign
for the reclamation of South Carolina
and Georgia. Washington," with unerring
Instlnot, scented danger In the appoint
ment of Gates, opposed It, and advocated
the selection of Nathaniel Greene, but
not even Washington was able always to
control the politicians, and Gates was put
In command. . -'
' From Hlllsboro, N. C, Gates began his
march for Camden, S. C. Once In pos
session of that point he could forre the
British' from their other Inland positions
and throW them upon the defensive at
Charleston.
The American army, as It stood ready
for aetloh before Carnden on the fatal
August 16, numbered (,062 men. 1,400 regu
lars and the rest mostly raw iftlHtla.
Facing the Americans was a force of 2,000
thoroughly trained soldiers under com
mand of Lords Rawdon and Cornwallls.
The "Maryland Line," which constituted
THE GRAFTER
By NELL BRINKLEY
'mm Copyright, 1912, National News Ass'n. '.'
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The Manicure Lady
"Ge, I wish I could go on vacation,"
said the Manicure Lady. "Everybody
else Is out In the country, and ' I don't
see why I shouldn't be as lucky as a let
of other folks. Goodness knows I work
hard enough. I was Just telling lister
Mayme and brother Wilfred last nlffit
that 1 wal longing for a chance to get
out Into the country, among them dells
and dales that the poets Is all the time
writing about. Brother Wilfred kind of
sympathised with me at that,' because
he whispered to me that as soon as his
gang pulls off a good trick he wilt have
a few yellow-backs so he can pay back
what he owes me and give me a chance
for a regular vacation. .He belong! to a
gang, you know, George." :
"No, I don't know," said the Head
Barber, "and I don't wnat to know.
Ever since 'John the Barber' got tangled;
up In this case I have felt that It is
my duty as a barber to lay off and
say nothing. I don't like gang men, but
I don't dislike them, either, and. you
can take that from me. 'John the Bar
ber' ain't got much on me when it comee
to a wife and family, and my map la
muctlaged."
"Well, that ain't got anythin to do
with vacations," said the Manicure Lady.
"What I was saying was that I wished
I could go on a regular vacation, out tn
the country where the green graw.tl
and where them little trout is swimming
Idly in crystal brooks. Did you ever stop
to think, George, how soft it li for a
trout?"
"I have never gave the subject much
thought." admitted the Head Barber.. "I
never even seen a trout except In tha
fist market or In the aquarium, so I
don't know much about whether thing
Is soft or hard for them. Wrny?" ,
"Oh, I often think about It," answered
the Meniere Lady. "Take the hottest day
In the summer and you wHIl lee a trout
swimming around in a stream. If you
watch him you will notice that life Is a
glad dream for him. When he wakes up
in the morning, if a trout ever does go
to sleep, he doesn't have to wonder what
subway express he will catch to get down
to the business district In time.
"He never has to think about getting1
fresh handkerchiefs to wipe off the sweat
of bis manly brow; He- doesn't have to
sidestep no collector and. he doesn't have
U dodge any process papers, because
water ain't no place in which to preserve
process papers on account that the papers
woulif get so mushy. - '
""He doesn't have to go In no barber
shop and get his face pawed all over by
a barber. He doesn't have to figure on a
week end. Every day in the week Is the
same to a trout.''
'Yes," said the Head Barber, "and
every day In the week is the same to a
sucker."
Another very common caso of graft and well known to young Romeo and big Sister Juliet goes on in almost every decent household with a pretty girl and a penlstent wee brother
In it. Its most familiar phrase uttered by the passionately pleading lips of a hopelessly crooked young man, "Here'i a new quarter,
Apple Cheeks, If you'll see how slow, you can go around the corner and back J" j ..
The Economist.
'Kf your feet hurt ye ee much. Silas."
said. Mrs. Weevey, ."why on- olrth don't
ye wear them shoes ye bought down to
Boating last summer that ye said waa
so comf'table?" - -
"Why. Mlrandy." said Silas. "f I -wore
them there shoes I'd wear 'em out, and
then I wouldn't have not-to'. t' fall
back on'-Judge,
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