Dakota County Herald
DAKOTA CITY, NED
IOHN H. REAM,
Publleher.
There hasn't yet uccn a whisper of
Berlous damage to tho lemon crop.
The pen Is nt least more dangerous
than tlm sword where ministers nre
concerned.
With Alie Rncf nnd Ahe Hummel
both In the penitentiary, things will
look better from one end of this coun
tiy to tho other.
Editor Willlnm T. Stead Isn't talk
ing nbout the men of this country In
way to ever get himself affection
ately called Uncle Hill.
i A failure of the tobacco crop In Cuba
has caused a few thoughtless persons
to predict a shortogo In the supply of
genuine Imported Havana cigars.
The Philadelphia womnn who
blamed the marriage license clerk for
all her marital troubles evidently
wanted liberty nnd not license.
Rev. Anna Shaw believes that If wo
men could vote universal penco would
be hastened. Probably she thinks the
women would vote for a change of hu
man nature. .
It is said that the man who whls
tlea a great deal rarely swears. There
1s enough swearing In his Immediate
Tlclnlty, however, to more than make
up his shortage.
But Americana who enlist In their
country's service are not the only ones
who desect From four British war
ships anchored at Jamestown there
have been 100 desertions.
"People g)t funny Ideas when they
go to Ajnerlca," aayg George Bernard
Shaw. Bo they do 4n fact, the ideas
sometimes seem to be downright Idiot
ic. George Bernard Shaw got a num
ber of that kind.
In Sweden the woman's club Is
known as the damklubb. In certain
masculine company It Is known as that
In this country even among native
born Americans. Simply an adapta
tion of the Swedish, no doubt.
M. E. Ingalls, former president of
the Big Four, says there are too many
millionaires In this country. Every
man who Is struggling along on a small
alary believes that there ought to be
at least one more millionaire In this
country to make it an Ideal spot,
Commander Peary dedicates his book
on arctic exploration to his wife, "who
has been my constant aid and Inspira
tion, and has borne tho brunt of It
all." While the hero Is on the field of
battle, or afar on the path of danger,
the heroine at home Is patiently bear
ing day after day of suspense and anx
iety. America Is plotliorlc In everything.
Our circulation Is congested. In other
words, our transportation facilities are
fax below our needs. Meantime loco
motive works and car factories are run
ning twenty-four hours a day. And
all thtr notwithstanding some of our
great transcontinental lines do not pos
sess sufficient sidetracks to hold their
present equipment of eors. We are
now aa much In need of double tracking
our transcontinental lines of railroad
as we were originally In need of these
lines. The combined railroads could
not transport an army with necessary
supplies to the Pacific const In six
mouths. Our salvation lies In the fact
that no such army will be needed. At
least let us so hope and pray.
The United States Supreme Court di
vides six to three on the question
whether men employed on dredges en
gaged In government work are sailors
or ordinary workmen. Six judges say
they are sailors and three that they
are not -the two Massachusetts mem
bers of tho court dividing and writing
the opposing opinions. It's a queer
question to divide so august a tribunal
end seems to betray a disposition there
in to divide where there Is any possi
ble excuse for doing so. Tho average
mnn who has ever seen a dredge and
knowa of the work it performs will bo
inclined to side with Justice Moody
and the minority in tho conclusion that
n en employed thereon are no more
sailors than men working a steam
shovel on the bunk of un inlaud cauaL
If capital punishment Is to be re
tained as tho penalty for deliberate
murder It should bo extended to cover
the crime of train-wrecking even In
cucs where life 1h not lout The traln
wreckcr Is a murderer la purpose and
Intent oven when he kills nobody. Be
lli); a deliberate, inVrconnry and cold
blooded murderer, he ought to be hang
ed If other murderers nro hanged. Some
states already Inflict tho death penalty
upon train-wreckers. The others ouir
lit
to do so. Some extenuation may
be
ur.-ed for even a deliberate murili
when the crliuo Is prompted by the
parlous of hatred nnd revenge. Th
se
are powerful Incentives nnd men n
re
pr ne to yield to them. But the mu
r-
der his work of the train -wrecker
ls
actuated by no such sentiment.
H
coldly plans the murder of people wUbm
ne nun never wen and against whoi
lie holds no grudge. He 1 wllllmr
kill In order that be may rob and plun
ler. IT unyone deserves hanging
does. It will be necessary, too. to
gH the hanging pretty soon unless rn
road travel Is to become hazardous
the point of Imminent risk. The mur
derous miscreant who wreck trains
extending their operations over
are
the
whole country. Nothing short of
lose view of the gallows and noose
will serve to deter them.
"The women at tint table paid
tlghteen-ttluc each tor their lunches,'
mid the proprietor of u London res-
tilurunt to a Journalist In search of
material. "Of the two invn at the next
talde, one paid ulnepcmv for lunch and
,the other paid teveupuuee." Then the
caterer added the astonishing state
ment that hindiics women eat more
aud heartier food than business men
do. Ills opinion Is that men nre los
ing the power to enjoy their meals.
From this, one might infer that the
American quick lunch, recently Intro
duced In London, found numerous En
glishmen prepared to bridge the Inter
val between breakfast and dinner with
something like n piece of pie and a
glass of milk. It Is not so easy to be
lieve that the young business woman
s turning from the traditional choco
late eclulr to kidney pudding or beef
steak pie. Ye? both statements may
be true, and If they nre, things might
bo worse. So fur as Anierlcuns are
concerned, probably In the past the
average business man ate too much in
the middle of the day. When his
daughter went Into business -he took
the wrong way to strike a balance, by
eating too little, Sensible men have
almost reached the Ideal, u light and
wholesome lunch. The women have
hod less time to experiment But they
are equally sure to learn that one can
not do a goai afternoon's work on a
stomach either empty or overloaded.
Milk and cereals, soups nnd sand
wiches nre uot yet appreciated nt their
full value as luncheon possibilities, but
It Is to be counted in favor of the
quick lunch that It has caused them to
be preferred to heavier, less whole
some and more cxpeuslvo dishes. If
such light lunches cease to be "quick,"
and are taken in more leisurely fash-
Ion, men nnd women of business aro
not likely to lack the "iower to enjoy
their meals," the substantial meals
they take before and after work, for
they will have soutid digestions to
match healthy appetites.
"You'd think from what some folks
ssy that cap'ns of Industry was a mod
ern discovery, 'long o' 'lectrlelty ai'
sun-spots," byran Ell Bacon, with mild
Irony. "But taln't so. They've alwus
been an they alwus will be, If they're
what I take 'em to be nothing more
nor less than men that alwus land on
their feet
'There was Cy Greene. When I was
a boy ho lived In my town, at the
mouth of the Kennebec River. He
was a fisherman by trade, and one
morning ho was watching the Wlnne-
mscook pull out from the wharf for
Bath, a-restlng Idly on his oars.
"It was very early, and as soon as
the steamer started the wharf was de
serted. Tho Wlnnemaeook started off
all right; then she begun to back an'
back, and fln'lly crash she come Into
Cy's dory. '
"His boat was stove to pieces, and
Cy was throwed Into the wator. But
he didn't stay there. He got a-hold o'
the Wlnnejnacook's rudder an' hauled
himself up astride on't He yelled an'
hollered a while, but nobody beard
him, an' he concluded to settle down
to business.
"When the bout pulled Into Bath,
which Is some fifteen miles, there, not
Cy on the rudder, eusy's ol' Tilly.
" 'Whut under th' ennopy are you
doing there V sung out a man on the
wharf.
"'Steering the Wlnnemaeook to
Bath,' says Cy."
Whr ML. Muriel Cried.
Mis Muriel Million was sitting alone,
With a very disconsolate air ;
Her fluffy blue tea gown was fastened
awry,
And frowsy and rumpled her hoir.
"Oil, whnt Is the matter?" I said in
alarm,
"I beg you In me to confide,"
But she buried her face in her 'kerchief
of lace,
And she cried, and she cried, and sh
cried.
"Corns out for a spin Mi the automobile,
The motor boat waits at the pier,
Or let's take a drive In the sunshiny park
Or a center on horseback, my dear."
'Twas thus that I coaxed her in loverlike
tones
As I tenderly knelt at her side,
But refuslug all comfort she pushed me
away,
While she cried, and she cried, and sh
cried.
"Pray whisper, my darling, this terrible
woe,
You know I would love you the Bame
If the millions of papa had vanished in
smoke ,
And you hadn't a cent to your name,
If you came to the church in a garment
of rags
I would wed you with rapturous
pride."
She nestled her check to my shoulder at
this,
Though she cried, and she cried, nnd
bhe cried.
"You know," she exclaimed in a piteous
wail,
"That love of a hat that I wore
The one with pluk rosea and chiffon be
hind
And a Huffy pink feather before?
I paid Mine. Modiste a hundred for that.
And our parlor maid. 1' tors Mcltridn.
lias got one Just like it (or if! roe tweury-
hve 1
And she cried, and she cried, and shv
cried.
New York Herald.
t MM rules.
A London writer exclaims at think
ing "there Is really nothing to account
for the' extraordinary critical mood
which the modern child has developed
In regard to toyland." The modem
child will simply not make believe.
Little boys and girls alike lieeome
stickler for the "correct thing." and If
the build of steamship or a motor car,
the cut of a doll's frock or the inysti
lies the eye does not usually see are
not "Just like" the real thing there U
trouble. It Is said that toy makers
have even now to employ sclentille ex
IKTts and French milliners If they hope
to puss the critical eyew of the "new
child," The fact Is the modern child
lii born a cynic nnd a sated little dar
ling. It has no emotions, no desires
save to destroy and be lived and
breathed for by necessary parents.
Beaton Herald.
When s man Is too stubborn to i
Up when he Is beaten, It Is polite to
he Is suffering for his coiivlctloua.
tir
sai
:TEa.
Holds I p Cnr 1,1 jm, Orliiyn tT,
Mnll iiihI ( r vt titer K.
It was injt ' : ! i: t i ; '." than a coin mot
or g:mlen variety of r;i, -.ster, yet Its es
cape from a coi p o:i o:ie of the wagoui
of the Adams l".p:css Coiupmiy causc
enough excitement to tie up tlm UnlW
States mall for fifteen minutes and do
lay several hundred business men get
ting to their offices, says Phlludelphli
North American.
Just as one of the express wagoni
was driving out of the station nt istl
and Market streets nbout 8 o'clock tin
rooster wriggled through the slats ol
the coop, and made a dash for an east
bound trolley car crossing ISth street.
The iiiotormau brought the car to f
stop with a jerk, which threw the pas
senders out of the seats, and then left
the platform to we If the rooster wai
killed. The rooster wusii't It crowec
twice, and In a JIITy was perched or
the axle of the front truck.
"I ley, there! Ilon't you start thai
car until I get that bird!" the drlvei
of the express wagon shouted to th
motormnii, who wns about to go on.
"!et a move on," one of the fat me!
in tli(- car called the motorman. "I
want to get to my ofllce."
"I'm responsible for that there bird
ami I'm not going to get docked $1.5(1,'
retorted the expressman. "You wall
till I get thut rooster."
"All right. Go as far as you like,
the motormnii replied, as he took th
lever off the motor.
In three minutes n crowd of several
hundred men and women gathered
around the car, while the driver wol
poking n stick at the rooster to dis
lodge It. Meanwhile a mall car, bourn!
to the postofllce, was held up, as well
as a rapidly extending line of Market
street cars. The crowd grew denser.
"It's n man killed." n leather-lungei
youngster shouted along Market street,
and this brought two policemen to tbi
scene, v
"Get the hook for the rooster, sujj
gested one of the crowd.
"You get funny nnd I'll punch you i
the mouth," said the expressman, who
was purple In the face, as he wriggleO
under the cnr after the bird.
"I mean tho switch-Iron. Poke It oil
the nxle with the swltch-lrpn."
"Yes, kill the darned thing," the mo
torman of the nmll cnr shouted. "I'm
nbout twelve minutes late now, and al!
for n dunged rooster."
"No, you won't kill It," an agent foi
the Woman's Pennsylvania Society foi
the Prevention of Cruelty to Anlmali
called back as the driver tried to dis
lodge the rooster with tho hook.
When it seemed as though the roostei
was going to delay traffic Indefinitely
some one remurked that If the car was
ruti to the bar on the return trip th
rooster could he taken off the axle from
the pit in the barn from which mer,
fix the tracks of the car.
Thnt suggestion was acted upon, It
spite of the expressman's protest, and
ns travel was resumed fifteen mluutet
late, the car started off with the roostel
still clinging to the nxle bearing.
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IN A NEW CLASS. jj
Mrs. Baker, a well-to-do lady In on
of the suburbs of a large Eastern city,
was fortunate In having, an excellent
servant. Maggie wiis capable, quick
aud good natured. Most of the ludy'i
friends were less fortunate; In fact,
few of them were without their distinct
trlala At all the fashionable gather
ings the conversation turned, like a
needle to the pole, straight to the sub
ject of servants.
Mrs. Baker said very little, for sin
had often noticed that an announce
ment of perfect satisfaction In tho do
mestic line was frequently followed,
later on, by a second announcement tc
the effect that the perfect maid had
been offered higher, wages by Mrs. So-nnd-So,
nnd had gone to get them.
Therefore Mrs. Baker followed "Brer
Uubblt's" tactics of "laying low."
More than this, she decided to be
very diplomatic. She would offer Mag
gie more wages herself, and thus secure,
her before anyone else had a chance.
Hie was pleased with her pint).
"Now, Maggie," she said, the next
morning, "you've been, very faithful
and cheerful during this hot summer
and through lorothy's Illness, and I
like your work so well that I'm going
to raise your wages from five dollars
to six."
Maggie thanked her, and Mrs. Baker
smiled ut the thought of her own a
tlltenesiJ,
On Monday morning, n few day
later, she bad , occasion to visit her
l.it.i In n after breakfast. Instead of en
countering the usual smell of suds nnd
stem, she found Margie .seated nt the
table.
"Why, Where's the washing?" she
as';ed. "W hat's the mutter? Aro you
HIV"
"Oh, ni, mum," replied Maggie,
airily, "I ain't sick: but none of the
,rirl: as .;ets six dollars dues any wash
in'.. The six-dollar girls has It done
f t 'inn. juii know."
J'rs. linker has not tried any more
diplomatic plans.
l)t(i.s ii i'nrrlcru uf IHieni-e.
The Paris Academy of Medicine re
telit!.. diM-ussed the role of books as
carriers of disease. It was reported
l!i:it it ha 1 las ii experimentally deter
mined that certain dried organisms re
t.ii.ic l vitality on the leaves of Issiks,
lb o,' eiiolera two days, diphtheria
:vcniy- i.-:,t day.-, fp!lold fifty days,
am! ilaii.e of tuberculosis at least thre
:no;i:i;s. It was Mugostcd that many
caivs of tu!iei' ulo.-is among students
aud clerk were contracted from the
honk.-! tiny handled. Seeral methods
of sterilization bad been tested, the beat
results being old. lined from fifteen mln
uivs' c-.pi.Mire to formaldehyde In her
metoally sealed c i-cs. All library and
school honks in the possession of a fam
ily lu which a case of communicable
disease o.Uts sh mid be sterilized be
fore bcUcg returned to active use.
After a man i;n.i his wife pass HQ,
If any vulnahh- gift Is made them their
Mill lrcn begin to wonder which one of
them will i,".'t It s
CLD X210DIE3.
tier thin white fingers wandered among the yellowing keys,
Now with a weary slowness, now with the old time case;
The tunes were quaint and lender, 1 i Ute niu ient tales oft told,
For they were songs of bygone years, aud she was growing old.
The children flocked about her; they !oved to hear her piny;
Fur nil was new and rwect to them, nud every rong was gay.
They wore her heart's companions, for they could understand;
The dear old music sisike to them beneath her trembling ha::i-
But we, no longer children, tetven her day and theirs.
Had danced to other measures, nnd thrilled to newer airs;
We beard with sihlles Indulgent, but we were slow to praise
The simple tunes J hut brought to her the Joy of distant days.
They brought the scent nf spv Ing-tln.e, the tap of dancing feet,
The dream that blossomed In her heart when youth and love were sweet J
Each cadence had Its story. .ncli plaintive soft refrain
Awoke the chimes of memory, the cnll of bliss or pain.
9o with her thin white flnirrrs she touched the yellowing keys,
And pleased the listening children with old-time melodies '
And we, who smiled to bear them, rememlier now with tears
The tones that w ill not sonud again through nil the silent years.
Youth's Companion.
J l I") i r4 c
I 1 tClUUD
Serena was proud of ner brother, He
Was so clever with his hands, and he
was bright, mentally, too. Back some
where nmong the forefnthers there
must have been nn nneestor clever with
tools. Serena's father couldn't drive a
nail. Serena's mother was quite too
busy with her household cares to find
any time for manual dexterity.
Serena's father aud mother were
both dead nnd she nnd ber brother,
Hal, lived with nn uncle and mint
Hnl wns Independent, but Serena had
no Income thnt co-aid be counted upon.
She was the substitute eclidol teacher
for the district School In the village,
but the six teachers there were rarely
absent from their rooms. She helped
about the housework, too, and Hal nld
ed In keeping Tier wardrobe replenish
ed. Itacle Jim and Aunt Mary were
very kind t these orphans, but ,the
farm wasn't doing well, nnd .Serena
felt that she couldn't help being n bur
den to the fvorthy couple. What she
wanted to do was to live In the bustling
town eight miles away, In the opposite
direction from the village. It was her
dream to keep hous there for Hal
when be set up a little shop of bis
own.
"I'd tnove right away If I had a
couple of thousand ahead," said the
boy. "but that's not to be had for the
wishing."
Hl was twenty-two and the work
ing partner In the old gunshop down
by the creek. The owner wns Joe Hlb-
I bard, but he was crippled with rheumn- i
j tlkm and clung close to his big rocking
! chair In his comfortable sitting room, j
I There wasn't a gr?at deal to do In
the shop, nnd Hnl was competent to
handle It all and what leisure he tad
was spent In Improving his knowledge
j of mechnnlcs. He had a few books on
, the subject ranged along a shelf above
j tho workpench, nnd he subscribed for
j two technical weeklies. And he hnd a
set of draughtsman's tools nnd these
and the rending gave him no chance for
dieness. Serena liked to use these
drawing tools, too. She wns handy with
them, even handler than Hal. And
when she went to live In town she
meant to attend the nrt school nnd hud
I meant to nttend the nrt school there,
'Which wns n very good nrt school and
had a widespread fame. There were
I other plans she had made for thnt
I Ideal time and they were plnns thnt
gave her much harmless pleasure. One
day something remarkable happened.
When Seirnn came down through the
east mendow to the gunshop she saw a
' strange looking vehicle standing In tha
open space before the shop door.
J "An automobile !" she cried and hur
ried forward.
Hal was looking at the mnchlne with
his brows knitted.
I "It's Sim Ashbrook's," he told her.
j "Broke down In front of the shop early
j this morning. Situ nsked me If I
j thought I could fix It. I told him I
j thought perhaps 1 could. It depended
some on whnt wns the mntter with It
i Sim wns In a hurry to get over to
i Brookdale nnd Tom Austin happened to
; come along with hU trotting mare and
Sim went with him. He said he'd be
over after the car In the morning."
"Isn't It fine! fan you fix It, Hal?"
"I've fixed It. There was a rod that
bent and Interfered with the steering
gear. It didn't bother me any."
Ho turned suddenly and went Into
the shop. When he came back he had
a small book In his hand.
"What's that. Hal?"
"It's a lsuik that tells you nil about
automobiles nnd automobile parts. 1
want to see how the two go together
the book and the car. "It's the first
time I've had n chance to put my bands
ou anything In this line."
"Get It nil down line, lint. We may
own on auto when our ship conies' In."
"Guess If we bad a ship we wouldn't
enre so much for nu unto."
' He was down on his knees studying
the car. Section by section, piece by
piece, he looked It over. Serena watch
ed til ill for a while. Then she went
Into the shop and got ojit the drafting
tools and entertained herself for ua
hour ormore.
"Sis!"
It was Hal's voice. Serena put her
pencil aside.
"What Is It. Hal?"
He was frowning at tho machine.
He did not look around.
"Sis, I could run ti ls thing "if I had
to."
The girl lunched.
"I'll dare you to try." sha said.
"It's a go," he murmured.
"Take me along, Hal."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"No. Where are you goln;;"
"I'm going to take this car down 1 1
Brookdale."
"No. Hal."
'liown that long bin ,y the -ilsr
mill?"
"Of course. Will yon go with me,
or will you tend shop?"
"I'll go with you."
"All right. There's plenty of gasoline
AI j- 4-
ITi - UlllCllLd
In the reservoir, nnd plenty of oil. All
it needs Is water."
He brought n pitcher full from the
stream benenth the willows.
lo you renlly menn you r.re going
to run It. Hal?"
"That's what I mean. All nbonrd."
He looked after the usuftl prelim
inaries ns Serena took ber seat, but it
was not until he tried four times that
be started the car. Serena laughed at
his fullures, but he dldu't mind. Then
he backed the machine slowly Into the
highway. There wns nobody within
sight The road seemed absolutely clear.
berena watched Hal narrowly. She
meant to remember Just what he did
and why he did it Th knnwlW
might come In handy, in the future,
wnen tuey owned their own car.
As Hal reversed and went ahead the
girl clapped her bands with delight
"Talk about your enchanted horses,"
she cried, "there Isn't one to compare
wirn mis noote car;"
"Steady," Hal cautioned her. "Don't
say anything fussy. You mustn't dis
tract the attention of the man at the
wheel.
So she watched him in silence. He
was Intently studying the car. Pr..
ently he opened up the throttle a little
ana tne auto sprang forward.
"How did you do that?" cried the
girl.
So he showed ber, and he showed
her other things, aud she put them
away in tier memory.
ual, with a man's pride In his new
round kaowledge, was clad to Instruct
this Inferior mind, and gained more
knowledge himself from the tenchinz.
Ihey ran slowly, taking no chances
nnd when they enme to the lone hill
the boy knew that he must throw off
the power and const down under the
brake.
"I wouldn't be afraid to run It mv
self," said Serena presently.
"That's easy to say." touched Hnl
"I'll bet you'd lose your head when the
first emergency showed up."
Serena tossed her curls.
"Who lost his head when the barn
caught tire?" she asked.
The boy flushed.
"An auto Is different from a fire."
"An emergency Is an emerceucv.
snld the girl.
The boy laughed.
"You're all right, sis. Nobodv know
what he can do until he tries. Whei
you get the chance to run an auto take
It.
"Give me tho chance now, Hnl."
The boy shook his bend.
"Not now," he said. "There's a hn
curve right ahead and we might meet
n load of hay or something."
But the rune was safely taken am
there was no iKithersonio vehicle be
yor.cl it. A few minents later they
rolled down Main street, and Hal
stopped In front of Sim Ashbrook'.
office with most beautiful exactitude.
Sim was standing at the foot of ttu
stairs talking to a client. He came for
ward staring wildly. Hall laughed ui
he alighted.
"Here's your ear, Slin," he said.
The young lawyer's surprise slightlj
abated, lie lifted his bat.
"Good morning, MKs Serena. Glad
you brought the car down, Hal. I ci
make good use of It this morning.''
"That's what I supposed." said the
boy. "It seems very handy."
The lawyer looked at liliu curiously
"Ever run a car before?" ho asked
"No."
The lawyer whistled. ,
"They gave me six lessons before I
dared go alone."
"It behaved ' beautifully." said the
boy. lie looked at the machine criti
cully. "It's a good car." he added.
The lawyer laughed.
"What do I owe yon, Hal?"
fiia's ail right, replied the boy.
it uiiln t take me more than a minute
or two to fix It. And Sis and I h.n
a fine ride. Yes, ni.d I picked up i
lot of new Information that I'm might,
lad to get."
"II iw are you g dug back?"
"John Edon Is In town with l.i
two-seated wagon. He'll take u
back."
"I'd be glad to take you back my
self." s-'Kl the lawyer, "but I'm due
the court h nis, in Hvo minute."
He looked back at the uutomobl
as he and Serena moved awuv. "I
have a car liko that some day,
said.
"I COULU KL'N THIS THING IF I HAD TO."
"And you'll let me run it, won't yea,
Hal?" Serena asked.
But the boy only laughed.
The next morning after her simple
home duties were finished the girl
started on n five-mile walk alonj; the
highway thai led to the town. She
was going to pay n1 brief visit to her
Aunt Clara. She wns a fine walker
and the distance didn't bother her.
Both tho horses were busy, and some
how after that nuto ride the thought
of traveling behind a Jogging farm
horse wasn't attractive. She much pre
ferred to walk.
It was a beautiful day, the road was
fine, the ulr was dear and cool. She
had covered at least, half the distance
when she heard an automoblU? horn
down the rondway behind her. It was
n very faint note aim when she looked
ate u:id she was surprised to see how
close the car war. It looked very much
like Sim Ashbrook's car, only finer and
brassier.
There was but one man In the cnr,
nnd his appearance nt. once held her
wondering attention. He was a stout
man with grizzled gray hnlr. Ills hat
had fallen off, a strange bluetsh pallor
covered his face, he seemed to have
sunk down Into his automobile coat.
He was making an effort to Blacken
the sjieed of the car. As he drew up
beside the girl she ran forward.
"Is anything wrong?" sTie nsked.
Then she noticed the mnn wns exhal
ing his breath In queer little gasps.
"I am very 111," he faintly mur
mured. "I must get to town to my
doctor at once. Find somebody to
run the cnr. Quick, quick!"
The girl's keen gray eyes gave the
car a swift glance.
"I know of no one near here," she
said. She looked ngnln at the sick
man and drew her breath sharply. "I
think I can run It myself."
"Yes, yes," he murmured and with
nn effort pushed himself along and
made room for her. She swiftly took
the vacant place and doing exactly as
she had seen Hal do started the car.
It gave her a strange thrill as the pow
erful machine responded to her call.
The eyes of the sick man were re
garding ber anxiously.
"Good girl," he murmured, "You
know the way. Tea, yes, faster I It's
my heart I thought I was better.
Faster I I should have brought my
doctor. I have no brandy nothing.
He Is waiting for me at the sanitar
ium. You must get there In tune.
Ah-h." He gave a shuddering gasp and
seemed to sink still lower.
But the girl did not look around. Her
eyes were on the highway ahead.
It was a broad highway that led to
Lenox town, broad and straight and
smooth. Lucky It was for the girl tuat
neither curves nor hills menaced her.
If she could keep the car In the road
all might be well.
Her firm young hands gripped the
wheel, her keen eyes stared straight
ahead. She must not lose her nerve.
A life might depend on ber courage.
"How far is Itr
"Less than five miles."
"For every minute less than ten
I'll give you $1,000.
His voice died away In a sobbing
gasp.
The girl added to the speed. The
car rocked from side to side as It
bounded forward. Serena's hat was
torn from its fastenings. Her hair
was blown about her face. The rush
ing air hurt her eyes.
And now there was something In the
road far ahead. She sounded the horn
again and yet ngnln. The team
swerved to the left Tho driver was
down and at their heads. They geeni
ed badly frightened. The man waved
his hand to hold her hack. She
swooped down and went by him like
a whirlwind. The scene seemed photo
graphed on her mind. The struggling
horses, the red and angry face of the
driver.
And now the spires of Lenox were
In sight. But she did not slacken
speed. She might have done so, but
the man nt her side seemed to sud
denly topple ngalnst her nnd toy there
with his heavy head low down at her
shoulder.
Then she whirled Into the town, and
there, right ahead of her, was the san
itarium. Could she stop. She- shut
off the power and applied the brake.
The heavy car ran thrice Its own
length and came to a dead stop.
A tall man lounging near the en
trance to the grounds suddenly ran for
ward. "What's this" ho cried. And almost
Instantly he crushed something Into n
handkerchief nnd was holding It over
the sick mnn's mouth and nose. A mo
ment later he had forced some brandy
from a sliver flask between the sick
man's lips. He worked quickly nnd
quietly, nnd presently tho girl saw the
look of anxiety lift from his klndiy
face.
"He's coming back," he half whis
pered to her. He leaned forward and
drew the heavy figure upright. "Two
minutes more and there would have
been no hope for hiin." He poured a
little more brandy between the disi-ol-ored
lips. "I must get hiin to the
house. Can you run the cnr up to the
porch V"
There wns no answer from the girl,
lie looked at her. She had half fallen
across the steering wheel.
"Here, here." he muttered, "this will
never di! What do you mean by faint
ing when it's nil over?" He thrust a
phial Into her band. "Sniff at that,"
he ni Id. "Ah, here's more help."
Two of the attendants were running
toward them across the lawn. Before
they reached the car Serena, very much
ah lined of her weakness, was quite
her elf again and had slipped from the
nut aiul was striving to put her hair
under restraint
The attendants brought a chair from
the bulge at the entrance that was half
chair and half stretcher, and on this
they placed the sick man and wheeled
him up the roadway that led to the
house.
"Walt here; I want to see you," the
tall doctor called to Serena as he look
ed back from the gateway.
But Serena did not wait.
The second morning after this epi
sode the girl was In the shop busy with
the drafting tools. Hal was outside
tinkering at a bicycle. Serena had not
told him about that wild ride. She
didn't want to recull It. It seemed
now like a dreadful nightmare. She
had fold him she went to town Instead
of going to her aunt's, and that a
neighbor had given her n seat In hl
wagon for the Journey home. But she
said nothing about automobile rides. i
Suddenly she heard strange voices.
Somebody was talking to Hnl. And
there was nnother voice, too.
Serena stepped to tho door, and saw
two men in a touring car.
"There she Is!" cried a voice. It;
was the voice of the tall doctor with
the kindly face.
"Will you come this way, please?"
said another voice. It was the voice of ,
the sick mnn. Serena approached the,
cor nnd the sick man held out lils
hand. "You must excuse my not ris-
Ing," he said, "but I haven't got my
strength jet. I nm very grateful for
what you did the other day. The doc
tor says you saved my life."
AiiO Hnl, standing by, listened ln
amazed silence.
"You made us some trouble by run
ning away," said the tall doctor. "We
were afraid we wouldn't find you."
Before Serena could reply to this the
sick man soke again.
"You will remember that I m'ide you
a promise on thnt wild ride.".
Sereun shook her bed. "I'm not sure
that I do," she answered. "My atten
tion was pretty w ell iukcu up oy some
thing else."
The sick man nodded.
"Luckily, I remember It, I promised
you a certain sum for every minute you,
cut from ten in that run for the doc
tor. Well, I've made a little guess."'
He paused. "Is this your brother?"
"My brother Hal." J
"You have a sister to be proud of,"
said the sick man. "Will you tell me
her name, please?"
Hal told him and ho drew out a
fountain pen and a narrow hook and
wrote a few words. Then he tore a
leaf from the book and handed It to
Serena.
"With PInkey Gordon's best wishes,',
he said: "Good-by."
And they were gone. "
"What did he give you, sis?"
Serena unfolded the slip.
"A check for ? 2,500!" gasped the
boy. Serena laughed a little hysterically
"I gues It's true," she said, "that we;
never realize how precious the mo-t
ments are until they are gone." -W.
Rose in Cleveland Plain Dealer.
- i
EMILY'S FRIEND.
Her Fulher Ill Not Entirely ApJ
prove of Her New Companion.
For twenty minutes Emily had beenj
wanderlm: restlessly about her father's.
study. Finally It came.
"Father!" she said.
"Your highness!" her father return
ed, promptly pushing back his papers.
Emily perched upon the arm of hls
chair. She tried to speak lightly, but
It was hard. X
"You know our compact ".she bf
gan. '
"Certainly I do. But It would sim
plify matters a little If you would be
a trifle more definite as to the compact
In question. Was It next Saturday's
concert or the absolutely necessary,
new furs, or "
"Please, father!" Emily besought
him, and her father's voice-changed at
once.
"Yes, little daughter," he answered,
cheerfully.
"It's It's about my friends. You
rememlier In that talk we had after
mother died you made me promise to
bring any new friends I made here, so.
that you could meet them? You've
been dear, daddy. I'm the most en
vied girl In school because of the goods
times you give me. It has been lovely
till Hilda Dalzell the other day. You.
haven't said a word, but I've felt It
nnd she's so generous, nnd has been so
lovely to me it hurt, father."
Mr. Phillips was silent u moment,
his hand shading his eyes. Then ho
soke slowly.
'Tto liflvrl l.lnllr frw a mnn ts l.-k
- --! will...,. CI Jliu, I iw
father and mother to his little girl. k
know thnt I must fall many. times. O
wish thnt you would always come t
me' frankly as you have to-day, and I
will try to be as frank with you. I
am going to say It 'straight out' ns I
would If you were a boy. Your new
friend Is very pretty and charming, bj
she isn't honest."
"Father !"
"Wait a moment, Emily. I don't
mean with things, of course. I mean
with something Infinitely deeper. You
remember you spoke of the way Agnes
Payne worked over her mathematics;
no you rememner -Miss Dal.eH s com
ment? 'It's no credit to her her fam
ily make her.' It was so In a dozen In
stances. Carrie Ames' generosity
wasn't generosity It wns laziness.
Miss Akor.s' scholarship was only skin
deep. Amy Patterson's shyness was.
"put on' for effect. Emily, such a girl
Is a sneok-thlef of reputations she
lowers tho moral tone of nearly every
person she comes near. I don't mean
necessarily that you should give her
up, but I do mean that you must be
upon your guard with her, for such
things ore more contagious than small
pox. That's nil, little girl lecture's
over. And don't forget Saturday's
concert."
"All right, daddy!" Emily answered,
bravely. Youth's Companion.
She llliln'l AffPiK.
A little episode once greatly delight
ed Calve, the famous prima donna. Sha
wns being escorted over a famous grot
to when she suddenly thought of aiu
opera and burst Into song, to which thdj
boy who was her guide listened with
much satisfaction. When ehe stopped
he seriously remarked, "If you asked
! the proprietor whether you might slivi
; lu here while the jieople are being
; shown over I think he would pay you
i well." "How much do you think ho
would give me?" nsked the prima don-
I mi, entering thoroughly into the spirit
of the adventure. After thinking cai-o
fully the boy replied, "About 5 franca
a day."
After making a call at some houses,
you feel that you didn't h .'live soon
enough; you recall that all the mem
bers of the family looked nnd acted
as though they had something Junior-
i taut to do as soon ns you went away.
Tho man who says he doesn't waul
tu take your time usually doej.