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Hunting a Husband
Doctor Haynes Refuses the Widow's Luncheon
Invitation. , '
By VIRGINIA TERHUXE VAN DEWATEIt.
Wha th plans tor jean'g motor trip
to'Pleasanton had been fully dlacueied,
It was decided that the little girl waa to
1m taken to Mrs. Eobblns' home and left
hT9 in charge ef ths Bobbins n-.ald unill
her brother should "arrive.
- "Well," said Dr. Haynes, as he arose to
fcis feet, "that's settled, and as I do not
teem to be of any further service here, I
think I win be Boing." ,
"But won't you stay to pick-up lunch
eon with uT" asked Beatrice, with some
mbarrassment. She was never at her
best with this man, and she was aware
of it She felt that he understood her
too well and this fact confused her." '
t"Women, as a eiass,' think that the?
sjre enigmas "to the opposite sex, and
they often are. But Dr. Haynes had
remained proof against the feminine
wiles which Beatrice had used effectively
tipon other men and he piqued her, and
ometlmes, disconcerted her by his evi
dent comprehension of many of her aV
lres and impulses. He declined her In
vitation to remain to luncheon, pleading
howed him into the little hall where at)
the door, he paused. '
'Now-Hah--Mrs. Minor," he began, hesl.
tatlngly, 'Tm awfully sorry that my ear
Jsn't big enough to take you alt -out to
Fleaeanton with me. But it is only
rnnabout, you know, and will hold two
comfortably, and no more, I'm taking
the little girl because I think she needs
the drive most, and I'm leaving you be
hind for the reason that the small boy
arava for not eating his cake after
he Arty dinner there Isn't room."
He laughed, but the widow felt that h
Was watching her keenly. She was sure
now, that he had suspected her chagrin
and that his apology was the outcome of
this suspicion. But she would prove to
him that he waa mistaken.
"Why. Dr.' Haynes!" she exclaimed,
1ow ridiculous of you to think it worth
whlla to explain your kindness! X am so
grrateful to you for giving Jean-poor
little dear the outing. Besides, I couldn't
go anyway, no matter how big your car
was, for some one must look out for the
boxes and trunks and see that the ex
pressman gets them al. And, of course,
that some one must be myself."
She smiled wearily, but if she had ex-
yvvm iiiyntuy alio ma uuuuiru u All
Other disappointment,' for the physllcian
danced at his watch, then turned
abruptly to the door. " '
""Well, I'm glad you "understand." he
aid hurriedly; "I must be off. Good
morning." . ' ,
Beatrice returned to the bare room and
tha unattractive cold meal which she
ad ordered for this busy day Instead of
the usual Sunday dinner. She was not
accustomed to such ,work as( had fiUef
ner morning ana her head' and back
aohed. The 'cold repast1, did not tempt
Iter appetite and - after eating a few
mouthfuls she pushed back her . chair
Strom the table, explained to Mary that
she was tired and would need to rest
this afternoon, and 1 asked her to look
after the children.' Then she went into
ker own room, donned 'a. wrapper,
stretched herself upon 'her eouch and
began to read a new magaslne.
She bad read only a .few pages when
ana became drowsy, so, laying down the
magaslne she closed-her eyes and was
one the verge of a delicious alumber
when ths telephone rang loudly. Mary
and tha children- In -the closed bedroom
beyond, where their volcea would not dis
turb the tired mother, did not hear the
bell, and Beatrice' dragged herself out
Into the hall to answer It Few persons
are ' calm and sweet-tempered when'
rousefl from a much-needed nap and Mrs.
Minor was no exception to this rule.
"Well," she asked sharply.
"Is that you, my dear?" came over the
1re- '.v ;-,"..
"Tea, Mr. Blanchard." ahe answered, i
ami tartly.. "Itls t"
1 wish you would call me 'Henry,'
tnctead of using that formal 'Mr. Blan-,
chard," suggested the pleading mascu
line voice.
"I hardly think that I care to discuss
that matter over the- telephone.',' ' re. ,
apondad the widow coldly.
"Nor do I," agreed Henry Blanchard
axerty. "And I am calling up to ask
If I may ot come up to see you this
fcfteroomv" ' "
Beatrice hesitated for a moment She
0U1 not want to offend the elderly man
0 that he would cease" his attentions,
but her soul loathed the thought of talk
ing to b Ira through the dreary length of
bis Sunday afternoon." Fhe felt that she
eouli net stand his society when she
vim e tirol at she was at present But
the mourned her voice and manner when
she answered: -
"t fear not" aha said more kindly.
"I'm just in the throes of packing pre
paratory to going to Fleasantton to
morrow, and I'm so tired , that I fe&Uy
think you would not enjoy my company,
even if I had time to stop to entertain
you." , .
"All right" responded the man. "Then
I won't bother you." But there waa a
note of disappointment or of displeasure
In his tone. .' 1
"I am really sorry," said tha widow,
temper subsiding and spirits rising as
she appreciated that ahe was to be
spared a call from her aged suitor- "But
you must be sure to come to see me
soon as we're settled In Pleasanton, you
kndw." k ' '; . v-
"Thank you," -said the man. i "aood
bye!" - , . '.. ;
Beatrice returned the recolverMo its
hook and went back to her room and
couch. ' .
"I suppose I've made him nngry how,"
she muttered, ruefully. 'But I cun't
help it and I don't mean to worry about
it" Three minutes later she was slum
bering peacefully. ,
At Is usual with sum. nor moving dayf,
Monday was hot Aftr Beatrice n4
seen her ecstatically nappy daugtjtjr
borne off by the doctor and her trunks
and boxes carried away by tha express
man, she, Jack and Mary,- laden wlfh
bags, and suit cases, took the subway
down to the Terminal building, where
they boarded the tube train for the Jtr
f City" station. ..' if
The journey to Pleasanton waa warm,
dusty and uneventful. As Beatrice de
scended from, the car at the smart
suburban station her eyes lighted with
pleasure at seeing Helen, In a stylish
depot wagon, awaiting her. The widow
had been conscious of that depressed
feeling common vo so , many persons
when they arrive, Jaied and weary, at
the place in which they have decided to
spend the summer. .'
"Oh,"' she exclaimed, as she grasped
Helen's hand. "I'm glad to see you. I've
been so homesick and forlorn ' all the
way out."- " '
Mrs. Bobbins laughed merrily. "I came
for you myself," she , said, "and you
must sit here by me on the front seat
Jack' and Mary can sit behind."
The train had not yet left the station,
and the nervous horse turned his head
and pawed the ground restlessly. , Then,
ss the train, with, a sudden hissing of
steam, started, the animal reared upon
his hind legs. Before he could do any
harm a man sprang at hie head, caught
the-bridle, and, with a jerk, pulled him
down upon his tour feet, and atlll holding
him, stroked his neck, talking to him
soothingly.
Beatrice looked at the man curiously.
He was tall, lean and dark and wore
tennis flannels. His face seemed vaguely
familiar when he smiled and lifted his
hat In recognition of Helen's exclama
tion 'pf gratitude as, the train-having
drawn out of the station, he let theiner
tons horse go. v H :
"Who is that?" asked Beatrice, , when
connected conversation was once more
possible. '';' ''''',
"That's -Paul Maynard Robert a
brother," Helen answered.V VHe's. rtoh
a mine operator, I believe. By the way,"
she added, after a momenfa pause, "he's
a bachelor, too." V ' ' . ,
Pointed paragraphs.
i A menagerie is a beastly affair atbest
Th letter 'a" Is one thing that "makes
men mean. ,, ,r
The closer you get to some popla.th
more distant they, are. f-
A woman may not know Just what she
wants, but she usually gets It ; - ,
It s well to bo up to date, but it's fool
ish to borrow trouble in advance. .
A girl who is pretty and knows it Is
apt to consider herself tha Whole peach
crop. ..'.::..'.', '" ' ' ' :', , '
A procaaa for extracting gold and altver
from mining stocks would certainly fill a
long felt, want ' ;. ',:.' V .
- When a dwelling bums down the family
usually manages to save everything, ex
cept thtnirs that were wortfc savtng.
Chlcago Kewa .
A II,. Itecoa.
When a woman can believe in her hus
band 'a a sign (ha could In any other
man who waa
If a man doesn't take his money home,
he spends it; and If he doea take It
home, bis family spends it
The devil always knocks off work when
politicians take the field for the people,
because he knows they will 6a hla work
Just aa wall as he can, New. York Pre.
weri Hawkins thc mission-
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WILLiE PlhSE TME
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n..EMPJ5R0R WILUAM'AND FRESIt)EN T FERRER AT ZURICH.
By GARRETT P, SEItVISS. :
Her Is a photograph, made a few
weeks ago, of the Emperor William II of
Germany and President Ferrer of the
Swiss republic standing side by aide In a
street in Zurich, Swltserland. The em
peror who Is a "good fellow" when he
chooses to unbend from his imperial dig
nity, paid one of his periodic visits to
neighboring1 raters by going to the land
of tha Alp and. watching the maneuvers
of its little army.- He was received with
great hospitality, and the European presi
has been filled with accounts of the most
minute incidents of the visit. r
There appears to be considerable heart
burning In France over this visit of the
representative of medieval Ideas about
government to the traditional homo of
European freedom, and the suspicion la
openly expressed that It may be a pre
liminary stop to aoiuo scheme to control
the Swiss tfvlew'oT Ctie"nxY attack Upon
France which almost every Frenchman
believes Is sure to come, and that soon)
But at present I have nothing to do with
that aspect of the subject. I am con
cerned with the striking contrast which
this picture presents In the outward as
pect of republicanism and monarchy as
shown by their representatives. - And . It
suggest to a thoughtful observer much
more than appears on the surface,'
By WINIFRED BLACK.
He has paid you marked attention for real men down there. Tbey may be a
two years you say. You have given up
all other friends to bo free to devote
yourself to him. Everone thinks you are
engaged. Tou iove (?'. v '
him and you think
he loves you,' but
he never says a
word about mar
riage. k
Tou have a
chance to go south
and take a very
good position in' a
fine" school. He
hates to have, you
go, but still says
nothing about mar
riage. .Tou hate
to leave him
what shall you do?
Go aouth, young
woman go south
or go west or. east or north or go any
where, anywhere on earth", to get away
from a selfish man like this one you say
you love. - 1
If he should ask you to marry him to
morrowjust as you ' have your trunk
packed and your ticket . bought say
"no," and mean it, and be thankful to
be out of a disagreeable predicament so
easily." : .' ... " "
Just think,, you might marry him and
then where would you be T Tied for life
to a selfish, self -centered . nobody, who
hasn't blood enough In his velna" to know
how to play the part of a man.
He's Just - the, - sort of fellow who'd
leave you. alone all summer while he
went fishing with the boys.
Exactly the type of man who would
have his relatives crowding your nous
from cellar to, garret: not, leaving you
even a cubby hole ; to keep ' for a real
friend of your own.-
The kind of man who'd expect you to
go to bed only when he; was' sleepy,, and
sit up late no matter how. tired .you
were when he happened. td.be' wakeful.
He'd want you to lay' out his clothe?,
and find his collars, and pack his. valise,
and run his errands, and t,nurse his-dyspepsia,
and entertain his , Irlends, and he
wouldn't let you speak above a; whisper
if he happened -to have 'a headache. ' :.
And he'd taka violent dislike'" to every
one you liked. 4
He'd want a diet something special, all
the time, and he'd talk; symptoma and
expect you to be absorbed with interest.
And he'd live in his own little,, narrow,
self-centered world all alone, and all
you'd get would be Just a peep In through
some very narrow little window when he
happened to fee! really pleasant over
the way he got the best of someone at a
bargain. . ' '
And he wouldn't see how you could eat
this, or why you would want to. do that,
and he'd lumber up the house with all
kinds of fussy old bachelor notions and
whims, and musts, and can'ts, and shall
nota, till you'd feel as if you were living
In a glass retort the kind the vivlsectlon-
Ists are so fond of putting a poor, harm
less little rabbit under. Just to see how
long it can live without breathing.
Run away, little woman, run away!
Run far and run fast you've had an es
cape. That man you wonder about is no
mystery at all; there's no weird,' Strang
reason why he can't marry, in all prob
ability. He's Just the sort of man who
wants all the fun of a bright woman's
company without having to support her.
That'a all. That's what Is the matter
with him, In plain English. He may not
know it; but that's alL
Don't grieve over your lost admirer.
little woman, he's just an Imitation.
Go down south, you'll find plenty of
little high flown in the way. they talk.'
and you may think they are laughing at
you at first when they begin tha old
fashioned compliments 'that went out of
fashion In the north before the war. but
they are men, , all right; ,
,They know when they are In Iqv fnd
whom they are in love with, and they'll
let. you know it, too, without a minute's
hesitation. ' '
Or go west , They raise a breed of real
men out there on the plains and up in
the mountains; men who aren't afraid
they'll have to give up an extra cigar
or so a day just because they have 'a
woman to support Men who want to do
tha supporting, too, and who'll insist upon
It no matter how many schools you can
find.',' '. ;-' '"-
Forget the imitation, little woman, for
get the Imitation. The world is full of
real men. Take one of theia for yours for
life, or else live alone. Tou'll be happier.
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me : manicure i&ay.
"Wilfred bought a dog the' other day, '
said the Manicure Lady . "It was one, of
them Boston bulla The poor boy didn't
have no sugar to give his bride except
that gift so .he thought he might as well
make her a present of that as long as he
got it for nothing from a gent that , ha
knew when he was a kid. . (
"I don't like the idea of , dogs in the
city, George. They ain't no good for
nothing. What's the use of having them
for watch dogs when you ain't got any
thing in the flat to watch? ' The only
plaoe for a dog is the country, anyway,
and the more I see of a . city, George, the
more It seems to me that the country is
as good a place for human beings as it is
for dogs, and. maybe better. ' .,
,"Thia dog that Wilfred bought' was a
kind of funny looking, sad little cur, like
one of Wilfred's poems. . It looked kind
of hopeless, I mean. The poor boy
thought that his bride would like It but
I know better. Three daya' acquaintance
with her taught me, , George, that she
wasn't in the mood to like' anything,-and
never Would be in the mood. ! y '
"That's why I felt kind of sorry for
poor brother when he asked me to . go
over to his flat with him while he made
the presentation speech. He had a poem
all wrote out to say when he gave the
mutt to the girl that he had took for his
wife, and between ' you and me, George,
the poem was as bad as the dog. .This is
how it went" ; ,
: "Don't start it, please," said the Head
Barber. . '."Th poems, that your -brothery
writes gives a man the creeps. Lay off
on it and let's .talk about the weather.
Let's talk about anything but no poems
wrote by your brother."
"But I must tell you this one, George,"
said the Manicure Lady. "The name of
It alone struck me kind ' of ; funny 'A
Poem , to a Pup.' . Fancy that George!
I have heard a lot about poems to ladles
and poems to their hats and their tans,
and poems to dark eyes and to blue eyes,
but that was the first time I ever heard
a poem to a pup. Listen, George:
Poor little dud that shlverest.
Poor-little -pup, with nerves that' qulve-
rest;
Poor little-pup that needs my strong
arm's protection,
I hope thou wilt live till after election."
., "That Is the cheesiest poem that I ever
heard." declared the Head Barber. "What
old tne once no. wnen sne neara nr .
"She cried," said tha Manicure Lady.
"Well, It won't be the only time she
ever cried or ever will cry," said the Head
Barber. ; .
Note the emperor, with his Imperial
star biasing on his breast, his fanciful
decorations, his war-cap and hla sword,
and then turn to the Swiss president in
his simple dress of an ordinary cttlxen.
Which one would you prefer to have as
the head of your government and the
chosen manager of the affairs of your
country? Which exhibits tha most real
dignity? Which stands for the best and
most modern Ideas? Here you have, at
a glance, the two master ' forces in the
political world of today crystallized be
fore your eyes on the one side imper
ialism, the notion of a great nation gov
erned by a family sprung from maraud
Ing barons of a dark age, glittering with
the insignia of Inherited power, which
goes with the blood; and on the other
sid the republican idea, the right of the
people to choose their ruler' according- to
his qualities and AbiUties. -represented by
democratic simplicity and common clti-sensMp.
There Is a kind of American, so-called.
who, when he goes to Europe, finds
something admirable and Impressive In
the fantastical displays and dress and
armor, golden stars, glittering escorts and
Imposing social functions, of which
monarchy la so fond, and through which
It - Impresses - Its - legend - upoa , simple
minda ' There are even cltlsens of our
country who are dissatisfied because we
have ' nothing resembling a court at
Washington. They dislike Jeffersonian
simplicity. They would willingly see our
representatives abroad fagged, out with
decorations, kowtowing before monarchs,
and tangling their heels with ridiculous
words. Fortunately such persons are
few In number. They have no intellectual
force, and no Influence among- us.
Fortunately, too. these thing are losing
their power in Europe. The knell, of
monarchy has sounded. A paralysis is
coming over it Even in Russia monarchy
It not what it was, and never can be
again,. But much, of tha outer daxzle re
mains. The monarchs all wear a peculiar '
star, which proclalma that they are of
superior birth to ordinary mortals, and
when tha average European sees that
star glittering he. symbolically at least.
falls on hla kneea If he has a soul fet
tered and blinded by tradition -he ac
knowledges, in his heart, his essential
inferiority to its wearer. He may be
conscious that he poasesses greater In
tellectual power, and possibly better
moral character, than the man, with the
star but that makes no difference. Tha
star shows royal descent ' '
