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Hunting a Husband
The Widow Sees the Artist for the Last Time and She
Realizes She Has Made a Fool of Herself.
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DEWATER.
"Love," Bays a cynic, "Is the intense
dislre to have some particular person ad
mire us as much as we admire ourselves."
"Love," says some one else, "Is self-sac-crifice
for the good of another.'
Beatrice Minor, did not know that she
had never cared as the ideal wife is sup
posed to care for the man she married.
Yet in the first months of their wedded
life she had felt a deeper affection for her
husband than she had ever experienced
for any other man. If she had been less
self-centered and more clear-headed she
would before deciding to accept Sidney
' Randolph as Tom Minor's successor, have
forced herself to look her sentiments
squarely in the face. In which case she
might have discovered that the emotion
which had decided her to accept the offer
Of marriage which she was sure would
soon be .forthcoming was a mixture of
fascination aroused by the artist's per
sonality and of respect for his social posi
tion and his accomplishments. These sen
timents, mingled with a longing for the
luxurlles of life with which he could pro
vide her, she was willing to give in re
turn for the sincere affection which she
believed he had for her. Yet, with a
kind of self -hypnosis, she had convinced
' herself that 'she really' cared for the ar
tist. Moreover; Beatrice Minor was not
given to Introspection.
" After Randolph had asked and gained
" permission to call again that' evening
and had taken his departure, the widow
determined to fill the intervening hours
with some occupation to keep her
thoughts steady and her nerves calm. So
she sat down in her own room to put the
finishing touches on a dainty white frock
he had been maklng.for Jean. The little
girl and her brother were Invited to a
children's party for that night, and the
pair sat beside her watching her deft fin
gers at work upon the costume destined
to grace the festive occasion. And,' as
the mother worked, and listened to the
prattle of her little son and daughter,
she- mused of the change which her sec
ond marriage might bring to her children,
and, not without' some misgivings, she
spoke" her thought aloud.
"Suppose, dears," she ventured, hesi
tatingly, "God should send you another
papa would you be glad?"
The children were silent for a moment.
"Send papa, back from heaven?"
queried Jack, somewhat puzzled.
"No," answered his mother, suppress
ing an Involuntary, shudder. She had
thought little lately of her former mar
riage, and It Was not a pleasant memory.
'But suppose I were to marry again?"
"Who would you marry?" asked Jack,
bluntly. - ' '
"I have not decided Just yet to marry
anybody." equivocated the mother. "But
I am wondering if you would like Mr.
Randolph for a father?"
Jean claped her tiny hands dellghtful
edly. "He's nice!" she exclaimed.
"I like Mr. Maynard better," objected
Jack, sturdily. "Marry him, please,
mother!"
"Silly kiddles!" laughed Beatrice. And,
although she turned the conversation Into
other channels, she was secretly relieved
at the lack of opposition evinced by her
children. j
She had seen the little ones off to tho
party under" "the care of the maid, and
had scarcely had time to put a few last J
touches to her- own toilette, when the;
whirr, of a motor In the street below, and, j
a few minutes later, the sound of her
own "door bell announced tho artist's ar-i
llval Her heart beat fi and her cheeks
were aglow as she welcomed him. He
was cool and graceful In demeanor, as
usual, and Beatrice admired for the hun-i
dreth time his poise and 'self-possession
as he followed her Into "the "drawing
room and took a chair near hers.
' For a time hostess and guest chatted
lightly, while Beatrice's pulses beat less
tumultuously and her voice became softer
and steadier..
"You sail soon?'? she asked at last
"On ' Monday, on the Carthusla," an
swered the man. "France calls me and
I' 'must... go. ' Paris seems to me tike
home," and "I have been away so long!
I shall go ten Barbizon and hope to
make you Immortal In a picture I have
In mind, using tho sketches I have of
you as my Inspiration. So, although I
leave you here in the body,. I .airry
your memory and your face with m." .
"I shall miss you," , confessed Beat
rice, softly. , ' ' '-
"And I. you," he replied frankly. "It
Is you rwho have made ihe city In sum
mer tolerable, and even delightful, for
a marooned artist. I know of no greater
magic".
"But you return In the fall?" she
quired, faintly. .
: 'That .will depend upon ' stanc
I Beyond my control,"- he answered simply. -Beatrice
felt herself pale, then flush
hotly. Surely only this afternoon ha hat
spoken of coming bask In Sptembest
But the artist did not notice the change
in the woman's face, and drif'.od off in
to rhapsodies on the Barbizon wood) In
summer. "Rousseau, Corot, noni of them,
has ever done them full Justice," he
concluded.
"I should like to see them," said Beat
rice wistfully.
"I wish you might!" he agreed with
unsentimental heartiness.
The clock on tn-3 inanti.I chimed half
past nine. He glanced at ;t and slipped
his hand Into his pocket
'1 must go now," he said, "I have an
engagement In Philadelphia tomorrow
that will keep me in that hot city until
the time of my sailing. I shall not see
you again. I cannot thank you as I
should for all your goodness to me, for
the understanding sympathy you have
given me. You are the only woman I
ever knew besides my mother who would
be simply my disinterested friend, and I
will always remember you as that, Be
fore I go, won't you accept this as a
little, souvenir of our happy times to
gether? Wear It sometimes and think of
me." , ....
. He handed her a bracelet of ham
mered silver.; She had seen it in his
studio. It was of ancient Moorish handi
work, and beautifully . embossed with
strange, twisting figures. She took the
gift mechanically, then, rallying her self-
control, thanked the giver gracefully and
bade htm good-bye, all her woman's pride
In her smiling eyes and her cheerful
words of farewell. But, when the door
had closedbehlnd her guest, she rushed
to her room and, throwing herself ifpon
the bed, sobbed 'stormily. '
Some of her tears may have come from
sadness and loneliness: some were cer
tainly the outcome of , disappointment,
but the most numerous and most bitter of
all wear caused by the shameful con
sciousness that she- had made a fool of
herself.
Hunter Forced to Retreat
One cold winter morning a hunter
emerged from his ranch near the foot
hills of the Big Horn mountains and was
astonished to see leap from a thicket the
largest elk he had ever beheld.
For a moment the magnificent animal
paused, raised hie head, glanced proudly
at the man before him, and then went
bounding away toward a forest of p)ne
skirting the mountain. The pine timber
extended upward for some distance, and
the cracking and breaking of the frost
bitten twigs could be plainly distinguished
long after the animal had disappeared
from view. The elk headed straight for
Cloud peak, the loftiest pile In the range.
The hunter was on ponyback (on of
those hardy mountain cayuses that can
stand any amount of pressure apd virtu
ally live on nothing); so when he arrived
at the base of this rock he dismounted
and, leaving the blowing bronco peace
fully resting In a bunch of stubble.- tho
ranchman essayed to scale the foose
mountain shingle In pursuit of the elk,
which, thoroughly alarmed and unable to
climb higher, took refuge in a dense copse
and stood at bay.
The rash man rushed Into the brush;
but-before he could raise his rifle he
found himself caught on the antlers of
the beast and In a fair way to be thrashed
to death against the stones. Fortunately
his hunting shirt gave way and he went
spinning down the mountain side, where
he came against another thick growth of
brush, not much hurt but badly scared. ,
Before he could fairly recover himself
the' elk struck the clump like a steam
engine, scattering the dead timber' and
frail shrubs In every direction. The brave
man turned and fled down the mountain.
The elk was at his heels; but the man had
the speed of desperation in his legs and
reached a good sized tree not a fraction
of a second too soon, for the big fellow
came along like the wind, striking the
tough pine a savage blow.
The hunter was, happily, behind the
tree, and although scared nearly out of
his wits, he had sense enough to whip out
his revolver (the rifle had been thrown
away), and before the elk had time to
recover Itself the hunter reached his arm
around the tree and shot It through the
head. Casper Dispatch,
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MnnloM of an Old Sport.
, Roar If you must, don't renig.
A fall-down is merely fatuous, but a
lav-down Is fatal!
The man who moans that he s "being
pounded" Is always shy about telling
why!
When a man's friend say that his word
is as good as his bond, we believe It. but
when be hlmelf lay It. we're from Jopllnt
The man who resolutely refuses to get
used to being broke has It all over the
chap' wtfo become "resigned to'- chronic
lmpecunioslty : .New York World.
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Photographed by themselves while in flight: MM. Andre Schelchcr and Pierie Debroutello aboard i biplane
1 nearly 1,000 feet above the chateau and park of Bretenil, the country residence of
the Prince of Wales' host In France.-
' By GARRETT P. SERV1SS.
One only needs to glance at the photo
graph, accompanying this article in order
to understand the Irrlsistible lure of the
highway of the air.- One feels the charm
and sees why no number of fatal acci
dents can dissolve its power over adven
turous spirits. . ...
It Is the flight of the eagle. The little
wheels that played tbeir part in the first'
fpring from the ground, and now hang
motionless beneath, are the claws of the'
great bird, drawn up beneath bis body
and waiting until the mlshty wings,
weary at last of flight, call upon them
once more to renew connection with the
ground.
The swiftly revolving propeller In front
Is only a blur to the eye, but Its steady
pull fills the aviator with exultant con
fidence in the power of his wonderful
machine.
The photograph-the first of the . kind
was made by Andre Schelcher, the
French aviator, who has devoted him
self with great enthusiasm to the de
velopment of photographs from aero-
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Hy ELBERT
In an enterprise that amounts to any
thing all transactions should be In the
name of the firm, because the firm Is
more than any person connected with It.
Clerks or salesmen
who have private
letterheads and ask
customers to send
letters to them per
sonally are on the
wrong track.
To lose you Iden
tity In the business
Is one ot the pen
alties of working tor
a great Institution.
Don't protest It Is
no new . thing all
big concerns are con
fronted by the same
situation. Oet In line;
It is a necessity.
If you want to do
business Individually
and In your own - .
name, stay In the country or do business
for yourself. Peanut stands are Indi
vidualistic; when the peanut man goes
the stand also, creaks. Successful cor
porations are something else.
Of course, the excuse Is, If you .send
me the order direct, I, knowing you and
your ne.eds, can take much better, rer
ot your wants than that disputed and In
tangible thlng.r -"the house " Besides,
sending It' through the circumlocution of
fice takes time. : .; ,
There Is something more to say. First,
long experience has shown that "the sav
ing of time" is exceedingly problematical.
For, while In some instances a rush order
can be gotten off the same night by Bend
It to ah individual, yet when your. Indi
vidual has gone fishing, Is at , the ball
game, or Is sick, or else has given Up: his
Job and gone wth tho opposition "Ii6use.
there are great and vexations delays,
dire contusions and a great strain on
vocabularies.
This thing of a salesman carrying his
tn3e with him and considering the cus
tomers of the house his personal property
Is the thought of only 2x4 men. A house
must have a certain fixed pollcy-a repu
tation for : square dealing otherwise It
could not exist at all. It could not even
give steady work and good pay to the
men who think It would be only a hole In
the ground without them. ,
In the main the policy of the house Is
right. Don't acquire the habit of butting
In with your stub end of a will in oppo.
sltlon to the general publlc'ty of the
house. To . help, yourself. . get In line
with your house, stand by It, take prtdt
HUBIIAR1). .
In It, respect It, uphold It and regard 1u
Interests as yours. The men who do ,tnl
become the only men who ar,e realljf no
esaary. These are the topnotchers, the. !
lW-polnteri. ' ,
The worst about the other plan la that '
It ruins the man who undertake It Ar
a little wh!le to do a business of your on
In the shadow of the big one la beautiful
presents come, personal letters, Invite.
tlons, favors. "Is Mr. Johnson lnf;By
and by Mr. Johnson gets chesty;' he Y
sents It when other salesmen wait -on
customers or look after his moll. He be
gins to' plot for personal gain, and the
first thing you know he Is a plain grafter,
at loggerheads with his colleagues, with
the Interests of the house secondary to
his own., (.. r
We must grow toward the house and
with It, not away from it. Any poljcy
which lays nn employe open to, tempta
tion or tends to turn his head, causing
him to lose sight of hie own beat intar
ests, seising at a small present better
ment and losing the great advantage oft a
life's business Is bad. The open ,cach
drawer, valuable , goods lying around
hot recorded or Inventoried, free and easy
responsibility, good-enough plana and .let
-r go policies all tend to ruin men Just as
surely as do cigarettes, boose, . paste
boards and the races. ;; -a
' Tna nmn 'who' thinks h owna "Uts
trade" and threatens to walk out and
take other employes and customers with
him Is slated to have his dream cothe
true. The manager gives in; the Indi
vidualist is then sure, he If right ;, the en
larged ego grows, and some day the
house simply takes his word for It tod
out he goes. The. down-and-outer. heajla
off his mall at the. postofflce and .for
some weeks embarrasses customers, de
lays' trade and mora- or less . confuses
system, but a mortt'h or two . smooths
things out end he It forgotten absolutely.
The steamship ploughs right along: '
Our egotist gets a new job, onty to 'do
It all over again If he can. This klndVf
a'man seldom leafns. "
When he gets a job he soon begins to
correspond witn rival flrnis for a better
one, with Intent to take his; "good-wiy"
along. The blame should, go back to Ihe
tint firm where he was employed, that
allowed him a private letterhead and Jet
him get Hied with the fallacy ' that,"ji
was doing business on his own account,
thus losing sight of the great truth tfyit
we win through co-operation and ;not
through segregation or separation." Tpia
firm's Interests are yours; it you thjnk
otherwise you are already on the sllde'
Copyright 1011, International Newt Service.
The Manicure Lady
"Brother Wilfred and me and Sister
Mayme was to a swell party the other
night,", said the manicure lady. "It. was
gave by a artist tnat has Just opened a
new studio, the same, as the studio that
I was telling you about a tew weens aso.
We had a grand time."
"I think you are wrong in going to
studio partlef." said the head barber. "I
have told you that before, and you know
when i tell you anything I mean It.".
"1 ran take care ot myself without any
bone-heacled barber telling ine wt.oru to
get oft," raid the manicure ady, frigidly.
planes In flight. M. Schelcher, In this
cafe. Is the pessenger, and the pilot is
M. Pierre Debroutclle.
The peculiarity of the picture, that
which Blveft It Its strange charm, con
sists In the fact that It shows at one
glance both the Interior of the aeroplane
and she vlow tbat Is spread beneath the
eyes of Us occupants. The camera was
placed at the end of one of tho upper
planes, at such a distance that both the
machine and the landscape should be In
focus at the same time, and It was oper
ated by the pulling of a string. Thus the
obseryer Is made to feel that he is
actually taking , part In the adventure.
In the most realistic way he goes along
with ,the aviators, seeing, them as if he
were their companion, and alo seeing
what they see. . ..
We who do not go the way of the
clouds in aeropjanes,. and may never do
so, are under obligations to M. Schelcher
for bringing,, us,, by means of his in
genious photograph, Info such intimate
association with the pleasures of those
who do. , That long, white, bird-like body,
those huge curved wlnsrs, that whlri-lns
propeller, rendered Indistinct by Its speed,
those sharply defined sllhouottes of men
riding through the air, ,and the glimpse
of the awful depth beneath, tell a story
of human accomplishment that will make
one of the greatest chapters In the his
tory of man.
"This artist was a perfect gent.' The
only thing I didn't like auout the patty
was one of his lady guests. I think Ihe
m u t be one of them ladles that la '-fall
j the time looking for adventures- I th'fnk
j they call them adventuresses, or some'
'name like that. Blie hadn't no more than
teen Wilfred when fche started , making
eyes at him, becaure she had heard tne
poor kid telling t.at he was a poet, and
I guess she thought that poets make, a
lot of dojh. Goodne's knows mey.-dq't,
florg", but as long as she thought s I
suppose tl at ain't neither here or.the,
but to tet on with my story. .'
"The minute Wilfred noticed that j is
hlonie beauty was shining up to hlm.he
swelled up like one of them poisoned' pUp
pies that you read about In" this Vary
books. I g;es In the next hour aftervhe
made ttri flash he must have recited
about seventy of bli worst young poems.
Jjon't you see, tieorge? He was trying
to make a hit with her and con her, Into
giving him a little dough, but he was
waiting for a good chance to. approach
her, and all the time she was playing
the same system- I had more tbaiv 3ne
good laugh be'o'e the two of them fojtnd
out that t';er wasn't a quarter between
them, and probably wouldn't . fwsom
time to come. W.itred wys telling me-on
the way home fiat In the old days poets
used to have patrons and patronesses.
He said that any time a poet was on tola
uppers he would go and dig up some Men
old guy or guyess and tell him 'the tacts
In the case are these'; I think it waa a
pretty good system at tbat, George. : Bar.
bers and manicure girls can make enough,
to get by, but poets is awful helpless
creatures. At least, Wilfred Is. . He had
to nick the old gent's bankroll for four
bits to make this studio party that I am
telling you about.',. ... ,. j'
"Studios don't make no hit with rne,'
raid the head barber.' ' ' ' - '.' '
"You ain't classy enough to undaratand
them." said the manicure lady. "If you
want to enjoy a studio you ougnt to have
one of them' artistic tempers , or what
ever they call it" -.".: "..,- f
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