four ens
Restored to Ilcnlth by Lydia E.
Finkham's Vegetable Compound.
Hm4 What Thf S,
MlssLllllanP.oss.IWO
Et 84th Htrcet, Now
York, writes: "Lydia
ft. 1 mutism a vegeta
ble Compound over
oatne IrroRH laritiM, pe-
rioiiio sutiering, and
nervous heailachpg,
After everything else
had failed to he n Die.
nd I feel It a duty to
let omen Know 01 it."
KnthftrinCr:it,23A5
Lafayette St., Donvrr,
ll., writes: "Jlinnk
to Lydia E. Plnkham's
VogotnbleCompnund I
amwell.aftersuffering
for months from ner-
Tons prostration."
Miss Maria Stoltz-
tnan, of Laurel, la.,
writes: "Iwasinarun
down condition and saf
f nred from su p prcssion ,
indignation, and poor
circulation. I.vdla K.
rinkham's Vegetable
Componnd made me
wen ana strong."
Miss Ellen M. Olson,
of 417 N. East St., K
wane, 111., says: "Ly-diaE.I'inkham'sVege-table
Compound cured
me of backache, side
ache, and established
my periods, after the
best local doctors had
failed to help me."
FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound, made
from roots and herbs, has been the
standard remedy for female ills,
and has positively cured thousands of
women who have been troubled with
displacements, inflammation, ulcera
tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, backache, that tearing-down
feeling, flatulency,indies
tion,dizziness,orncrvous prostration.
Why don't you try it?
Mm. Pinkhnm Invites all sick
women to write her for advice.
She has guided thousands to
health. Address, Lynn, Mass.
PAR 13 "QUABTIEH LATIN'"
I. G. Blythe Snr It Is the Fashion
to Isr It Haa Deteriorated.
The Latin quarter Is not what It
once was, says Samuel B. Elythe in
Everybody's. There is authority for
that statement. Any person who has
fceen two consecutive weeks in Paris
will tell yon so with sobs. The lnmen-
. tatlODB tit thnaj who tlftva haftn thaiiA
Iz months are heartrending when they
relate the same sorrowful story. It
seems to be a personal grief, some be
reavement that hns saddened them for
life. I don'J know why, for the Latin
quarter seemed to be doing business
when I was there. At any rate, there
were droves of students, or persons 1
took to be students, with funny whis
kers and long hair and flowing ties,
and they got together at various places
In the quartpryuid drank beer or wine
and sang songs and were quite studi
ously and painstakingly devil-may-care.
And I went to one of their balls.
It was most preconeelvcdly riotous.
Everybody seemed to hnvo a particular
it or wickedness or what passed as
wickedness to do, and, every one did
bis or her part at the right time apd
with all the outward symptoms of gps
to. So far as I could lenrn the stu
dents do what they please. If they
ever did more than that then the quar
ter has deteriorated. The trouble is,
i probably, that the persons who think
It is not so gay and care-free as it
once was have grown a bit less careless
and gay themselves. They have
Changed thejr viewpoint However, it
la the proper thing to sny the quarter
tMa - 1 1 - , . .
uu lima, it niuaes people winu
you know all about It.
J II la Reception.
"The Isthmus mosquitoes gathered en
thusiastically around tbe genial Secretary
of War.
"Here's a candidate," they hummed,
"exactly to our liking 1"
At the succeeding banquet it was agreed
by all present hat a very enjoyable tlml
was had,
DROPPED COETEB.
Deete (tela 20 Pnali on Postnsa.
A physician of Wash., D. CL, says of
Ills coffee experience :
Tor years I suffered with periodical
tieadaches which grew more frequent
until tbey became almost constant Bo
evere were they that sometimes I was
almost frantic. I was sallow, consti
pated, Irritable, sleepless; my memory
was poor, I trembled and my thoughts
Were often confused.
"My wife, in her wisdom, believed
offae was responsible for these ills and
urged me to drop it I tried many
times to do so, but waa It slave.
"Finally Wife bought a package of
Postum and persuaded me to try It, but
be made it same as ordinary coffee
and I was disgusted with the taste. (I
make this emphatic because I fear
many others have had the same ex
perience.) She was distressed at her
failure and we carefully read the direc
tions, mads it right, boiled It foil 15 min
utes after boiling commenced, and with
food cream a ad, sugar, I liked It it
Invigorated and seemed to nourish we.
"That was about a year ago. Now 1
fcave no headaches, am not sallow,
leepletmiees and Irritability are gnaw,
y brai clear and my hand steady. 1
luve gained 20 lbs. and feel I am a
It man. 4 . '
"I do not hesitate to give Postum
cue credit Of course dropping coffee
was the main thlug, but I had dropped
It before, ueing chocolate, cocoa and
Other things to no purpose.
"Postum not only seemed to act as
ta hrvtgorsat, but as an article of
Hourtshment, giving me the needed
pboapfcates aud albumens. This is no
Imaginary tale. It can be substantial
d by my wife and her slater, who both
Aanged as Postum and are hearty
Wooes of about 70.
"I . write this for the Information
and encouragement of others, and with
'a feeling of gratitude to the inventor
f Postum."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
jOreek. Mich. Itead "The Itoad to Well
jwllle, in pkg. "There's a Reason."
: Ever read the above letter? A
(new one appears from time to time.
jTbey are genuine, true, and full of
ikumea Interest.
flKATHAS'VE Ce AKC.
mm
3Mlt SIOlTJMANlf
J I II I III! ! I I M
,X turn m OLSOwlr
f
TRONG AND STEADY
CHAPTKn X.
In due time, to Joshua's great delight.
the lottery ticket reached him. It was
several days In coming, anfl he hnd el
uiot given It up, but the night of it rais
d his spirits to the highest pitch. It
svtncd to him the first step to a fortune,
lie began at once to Indulge In dazzling
visions of what he would do when the
prize enme to hand: how the "old man"
nould be astonished and treat him with
Increased respect j how he would go to the
cily and have a good time seeing the
lions, and from henceforth throw off the
prilling yoke of dependence which his fath
er's parsimony hnd made It so hard to
brnr.
Whenever he was by himself, he uied
to pull out the ticket and gaze at It with
the greatest satisfaction, as the key that
was to unlock the portals of fortune, In
dependence and happiness.
But at length the long-expected letter
srrlved. Joshua did not like to open it
n the postofuoe, lest it should ettratf the
Attention of the postmaster. He there
fore withdrew to a place where h was
not. likely to be disturbed, and with trem
bling Angers opened the letter. Some
thing dropped out
"I wonder If It Is a eheckr thought
Joshua, stooping over and picking it up.
But no, it was an announcement of the
Jrnwlng. Joshua's numbers for each
lottery ticket contains three numbers
a cre 0, 15, 50. Rut of the thirteen larky
ncmliers drawn out of stxty-flve, neither
of them was one.
Slowly It dawned upon Joshua that he
iiad drawn nothing, that his Ove dollars
had been absolutely thrown away, '.tut
there was a letter. Perhaps this would
explain It. Joshua rend aa follows:
"Dear Sir We regret to say that we
Are unable to send you a prize this time.
We hope, however, yon will not be dis
couraged. Some of our patrons who have
been most fortunate have commenced by
being unlucky. Indeed, singularly enough,
this Is a general rule.
"Hoping to hear from you again, and
to send yon In return better news, we
luhscrlbe ourselves, very respectfully,
"(RABB & CO."
The effect of Joshua's ill success was
:o make him very despondent. He thought
f all be bad Intended to do, and now
bis castles had crumbled, and all In con
sequence of this letter. He had been so
innguine of success. Now he must write
to Sam that bis visit to .New York was'
Indefinitely postponed thai Is, unless he
could Induce his father to provido nim
with money enough to go. The prospect
was not very encournglng, but he felt das-
perate, and he determined to make the
attempt. Accordingly, just after supper,
lid detained ' bis father, just as he was
returning to tbe store, and said :
'Father, I wish you'd let me go to
New York on a visit."
"What for?" asked Mr. Drummond, ele
vating his brows.
'Because I'm eighteen years old, and
I've never been there yet."
Then, If you ve gone eighteen years
without seeing the city, I think you tan
go a while longer," said bis father, un
der the impression that he had made a
witty remark. But JobIiui did not ap
preciate the humor of It.
'I've lived in Stapleton ever sinco I
was born,' grumbled Joshua, "and have
got tired of it. I want to see something
of life."
"Do you? Well, I'm sure I've no objec
tion." ,
"May I go, then?"
'Yes ; but, of course, you will pay your
own expenses.
"How can I?" exclaimed Joshua, in an-
g-y disappointment. "I have no money."
Then you can save up your allowance
till you have enough."
Save up on twenty-flve cents a week I
I couldn't go till I waa an old man I"
'I know of no other way," said Mr.
Drummond, with provoking indifference.
"unless you earn the money in some way."
"Xou treat me like a little boy I" said
Joshua, angrily.
"You are better off than I am. I have
to work for all I get You get your board,
?lothes and pocket money for nothing."
"Other boys go to New York when they
art much younger."
"I have told you you can go when you
like, but you mustn't expect me to aupply
the money."
Mr. Drummond put on his hat and
crossed tbe street to the store, leaving
Jorhua in a very unulial frame of mind.
CHAPTER XI.
Two days later two women entered Mr.
Drummond' store. One was Joshua's
customer and she woro the same Bhawl
which she had purchased of him. It hap
pened that Walter was out but Mr.
Drummond aud Nichols were both behind
the counter.
"Have you got any more shawls like
tins'" asked tho first lady, whom we will
call Mrs. Blake. "Mrs. Spicer, who is a
neighbor of mine, liked it so well the
wants to get anothor Just like it."
"Did you buy this shawl of us?" axk
ed Mr. Drummond.
"Yes, sir. I bought it about a fort
night ago, and paid five dollars for it."
"Five dollars! There must be some
mistake. We never sell such a shawl as
that for less than ten dollars."
"I can't help It" said Mrs. Blake, poul
lively. "I bought it here, end paid five
dollars- for it."
'"Why, those shawls cost me seven U1
Inm and a halt at wholesale. It is not
likely I would sell them for five. Mr.
Nichols," said Mr. Drummond, "did you
M'l' this lady the shawl she Is wearing,
fur five dollars?"
"No, sir; I have not old a shawl i'ke
that for two months. I know tbe price
wt-Il enough, and I wouldn't sell It tor
I est than ten dollars."
"I didu't buy it of him. I bought it ct
a boy," said Mrs. Blake.
"It must have lieen that stupid Con
rad," exclaimed Mr. Drummond, angrily.
"Walt till he comes In, and I'll haul h'm
over the coals."
"Then you won't let my friend have
another like it for Ave dollars?"
"No," said Mr, Drummond, provoked.
"1 don't do business that way. I've lost
nearly three dollars by that shawl of
yours. You ought to make up the whole
sale price to me."
"I shan't do It" said Mrs. Blake, "if
you've made a mistake, It's your lookout.
I wasn't willing to pay more than fh
dollars." t
Tbe two ladies were about to leave the
store when Mr. Drummoud said: "The
boy will be back direutly. I wish you
would wait a few rulnites, so that if he
denies it you can prove It upon blin."
"I've got a rail to make," said Mrs.
Blake, "but I'll come la again la about
tut hour.''
They left the store, and Mr. Drummond
began to berate the absent Walter. He
was provoked to find that he bad lost two
dollars and a half, and. If Walter had
been In receipt of any wages, would havS
stopped tbe amount out of hi salary. Rat
unfortunately for this plan of reprisal,
our hero received his board only, and
that conld not very well be levied opon.
However, lie might Lave some money In
hin possession, and Mr. Drummond decH
eJ to require him to make tip the lose.
"When did she say she bought the
shawl, Mr. Nichols?" asked his employer.
"About a fortnight ago."
"Will yon look on the books, and see
If you find the sale recorded? I am sur
prised that It escaped my attention."
Nichols looked over the book of aalee,
and announced that no such entry could
be found. Mr. Drummond was surprised.
Though not Inclined to judge others any
too charitably, he had sever suspected
Walter of dishonesty.
"Are you sure yon looked back far
enough?" he asked.
"Yes," said Nichols; "to make sure, I
looked back four weeks. Tbe woman said
only a fortnight you know."
"I know. Then It seems Conrad has
concealed tbe sale and kept the money."
"Perhaps," suggested Nichols, who
rather liked Walter, "he forgot to pnt it
down." '
"If he did, he forgot to put the money
In the drawer, for the cash and the sales
have always balanced. He's an ungrate
ful young rascal," continued Mr. Drum
mond, harshly. "After I took him into
my house and treated him as a son"
this was not saying much, if Joshua be
believed "be has robbed me in tbe most
cold-blooded manner.1'
Nichols was astonished by the evidence
against our hero. He did not like to
think him guilty, but It certainly seemed
as If he must be.
"What are you going to do about it,
Mr. Drummond?" he asked.
"I suppose I ought to have him arrest
ed. He deserves it".
"I hope you won't do that He may be
able to explain it"
"If I do not proceed to extremities, It
will be on account of his relationship,
which I blush to acknowledge."
The time had been, and that not long
since, when Mr. Drummond felt proud of
his relationship to the rich Squire Con
rad, of Willoughby; but that was before
his loss of property. Circumstances al
ter cases. Quite unconscious of the storm
that was gathering, Walter at this mo
ment entered the store.
"So you've got back?" said Mr. Drum-
mend, harshly. "You haven't been in
any particular hurry. However, that was
not what I wished to speak to you about
We have made a discovery since yod went
out, and not a very agreeable one."
"I am sorry for that" said Walter, not
knowing what else was expected of him.
"No doubt you are sorry," sneered Mr.
Drummond. "I should think he would be,
eh, Mr. Nichols?" v .
"I am sorry also," said Nichols, who,
though rather weak-minded, was a good-
hearted young man.
"So am I sorry," said Mr. Drummond.
"It strikes me I have most reason to i
sorry, considering that tbe loss has fallen
on me. I have discovered how you have
repaid me for my kindness. You didu't
think I would find out but your iniquity
has providentially come to light"
"I don't know what you are talking
about Mr. Drummond," said Walter, Im
patiently. "I wish you would stop talk
ing In riddles."
"Did you ever witness such braaen ef
frontery, Mr. Nichols?" demanded Mr.
Drummond, turning to his head salesman ;
even when he Is found out be brazens It
out."
"Wouldn't It be aa well to tell him
what la the matter, Mr. Drummond?"
asked Nichols, who was in hopes our
hero would be able to prove hla Innocence.
"To come to the point did you, or did
you not a fortnight since, sell one cf
those shawls, such as you see on the coun
ter, for five dollars?"
"I did not" aald Walter, promptly.
"It might not have been exactly a fort
night. Have you sold such a shawl with
in four weeks?"
"I have not sold such a shawl since I
have been In your employ, Mr. Drum
mond." "You hear what he says, Mr. Nichols,"
suld Mr. Drummond. "Yon see how he
adds falsehood to dishonesty. But that
is not uncommon. It is only what I ex
pected. Do you mean to say, Walter Con
rad, that you didn't sell such a shawl
for five dollars only half price -and, in
stead of entering the sale, put the money
into your own pocket?"
"I do deny It most emphatically, Mr.
Drummond," said Walter, impetuously,
"and I challenge you to prove It"
"I shall soon be able to prove it" said
Mr. Drummond. "The lady who bought
the shawl came into the store half an
hour since, and asked for another. When
I told her that It would cost ten dollars,
sho said ehe only paid five for the one
she had on. She then told ua that ahe
bought It of you a fortnight since."
"There Is some mistake about this, Mr,
Drumiuond. She baa made a mistake.
She must have bought It somewhere else."
"She would not be likely to make such
a mistake as this. Besides, the shawl Is
like others I have. How do you account
for that?" queried Mr. Drummond, tri
umphantly. "I don't pretend to account for It and
iou't feel called upon to do so. All I
have got to say Is that I did not sell the
ilmwl, nor pocket the money."
"Mr. Drummond, the ladies have re
lumed," said Nichols.
"Aha!" said his employer, with exul
tatiou. "Now we will be able to nrove
If our guilt you young rascal! Here la
Hie lady who bought the shswl of you."
Mrs. Bluke and her friend, Mrs. Spicer,
here entered the store. Mr. Drummond
went forward to meet them. His face
flushed, but he tried to look composed.
"I am glad to see you back, ladies," Jhe
said. "You told me that you bought your
slmwl of a boy?" turning to Mrs. Blake.
"Yes, sir."
"Come forward, Conrad," said Mr.
Drummond, a malignant smile overspread
ing his face. "Perhaps you will deny
now, to this lady's face fit hat you sold
her the shawl she has on."
"I csrtainly do," said Walter. "I nev
er, to my knowledge, saw the lady before,
and I know that 1 did not sell her the
shawl."
"What do you think of that, Mr. Nich
ols?" said Mr. Drummond. "Did you ever
witne.ia such unblushing falsehood?"
But here a shell was thrown into Mr.
Druramond'a camp by Mrs. Blake her
self. "The boy la perfectly right" she said.
"I dM not boy the shawl of him.'
"Didn't you say you bought tbe shswl
of the boy?" asked Mr. Drummond, with
a sickly hue of disappointment over
spreading his face. ,
Yea j but It was not that boy. Corns
to think of It I believe It waa your son,"
said Mrs. Blake. "Isn't be a little elder
than this boy?"
"My son Joshua!" exclaimed Mr.
Drummond.
"Yea, I think It must be he. no's got
rather an old-looking face, with freckles
and reddish hair; Isn't so good-looking as
this boy,
"Joshua!" repeated Mr. Drummond, be
wlldered. "ne doesn t tend In the store."
"It was about dinner time," said Mrs.
Rlake. "He was tbe only one here."
"Do you know anything about this,
Mr. Nichols?" asked Mr. Drummond,
turning to his head clerk.
Light dawned upon Nichols, ne re
membered now Joshua's offer to take his
place, and be felt sure in his own mind
who waa the guilty party.
"Yes, Mr. Drummond," he answered
"about a fortnight ego, as Walter was
rather late in getting back, Joshna of
fered to stay In the store for a while. He
must have sold the shawl, but he must
have guessed at the price."
"A mistake has been made," said Mr.
Drummond, hurriedly, to the ladles, "s
mistake that you , have profited by. I
shall not be able to sell you another shawl
for less than ten dollars."
The ladies went out, and Mr. Drum
mond and his two clerks were left alone.
" "Mr. Drummond," said Walter, qulefr
ly, "after what haa happened, you will
not be surprised If I decline to remain
in your employ. I shall take, the after
noon train to Willoughby."
He walked out of the store, and cross
ed the street to Mr. Drnmmond's bouse.
, (To be continued.)
SAVAGES ABE LEARNING.
Robber Traders on the Amason Caa
No Longer Make Good Dargalna.'
A letter from Iqultos, at the head of
navigation on tbe Amazon, says that
the rubber traders have overdone the
business of bargaining the flimsiest
kind of gewgaws for good, hard rubber
collected by the Indians. Fortunes had
been made In the business, but the na
tives have cut their eye teeth. They
have found at last that many of the
trade goods they accepted are almost
valueless, and that the commodity they
exchanged for baubles is highly prized
by many nations.
An amusing illustration of the will
ingness of rubber buyers to Impose
upon the Ignorance or superstition of
native collectors is told by members of
the ill-fated expedition to the Amazon
to build the railroad around the Ma;
delra Falls.
Years ago a young fellow from Indi
ana, known to newspaper readers as
"the boy naturalist of the Amazon,"
earned a good living by wandering
over parts of the Amazon basin and
collecting orchids for the conservatories
of wealthy men. He was later em
ployed by the Madeira River Railroad
Company on account of his familiarity
with the Indian languages.
When the enterprise failed he said
he would go farther up the river to
trade for rubber and the company told
htm to take whatever he pleased from
Its stock of glmcracks to assist him In
his commercial project. To everybody's
surprise he added to his peddler's pack:
all the playing cards with jvhlch the
party expected to kill time on their
way home. When asked what use ha
intended to make of tbe cards he re
plied :
Why, I expect to make money out
of them. The people on the rivers will
think the face cards represent saints
and will swap no end of rubber for
them."
Many a tuak of lvorv was cheerfully
handed over to the white men by the1
tjongo natives twenty years ago for a
poor JackknLfe or a few yards of cotton
cloth. Some of the traders defended
eheraselves on the ground that a Jack
knife was worti more to the natives
than a score of ivory tusks.
To-day tbe Congo natives are fa
miliar with the white mnn's cutlery,
and It Is not easy to fool them as to
the value of Ivory. So the palmiest
days of that trade are at an end.
It Is the old story. Tbe poor Indiana
of this country were swindled right aad
left when Europe first began to buy
their furs and skins. It was a poor
trading company that could not make
100 per cent on Its capital by a Blngle
voyage.
Missionary reports were filled with
stories of the cheap and- worthless
things, the spoiled food and poisonous
brandy which the traders gave in ex
change for good boaver and mink skins.
"They are killing the Indians we are
trying to save," wrote one despairing
missionary. "It seems os though we can
accomplish nothing and might aa well
abandon our missions to the whits
thieves and brandy traders.".
Never Mined.
Two Frenchmen who had quarrelei
agreed that their wrongs could be set
tied only by a duel. So early one
morning they repaired to the railway
station, bound for a small village Just
outside Paris.
"A return ticket to F," said the first
at the booking office.
"Single for me," said the second
man, quietly.
"Ah," exclaimed the first "you art
afruld you won't come back, are you?
As for me, I always take a return."
"I never do," said the other. "I al
ways take the return half from my
victim's pocket"
Practiced What II Preached.
"You know, my dear, I have oftes.
said that like the rest of mankind, I
am only a poor, weak sinner," said
Wedderly, who was trying to excuse
one of his misdeeds.
"Yes I know you have," rejoined the
better half of the matrimonial com
bine, "and I never In my life saw any.
body as anxous to prove the truth of
his statements as you seem to be."
All Gas.
Doctor My dear Blr, your wife,
needs some change.
Husband I know she does, but good
heavens, doctor, you took it alL
Not Noticeable.
ne (after the quarrel) I was a fool
when I married you.
She Yes, but I thought yon would
Improve.
- "LEST WE FORGET."
When tbe mints lie low and the sun slants up,
And the east Is an oufeste lip ;
When the road lies free to the morning cup, ,
And the air haa a frosty nip;
When tho steed champs foam with Its nostrils wide,
For the master's mettle rife,
And a gay song fits to the strong, long stride
There are still some things In life!
When the pool lies still, or the curreut elides .
Like oil round the far-flung line;
When the tarpon deep In the blackness glides
And nibbles the llve-bnlt mine;
When the reel says "crrrrk" and the wrist feels Jar,
And the first leap marks the strife.
. As the play begins and the foam Hies Ah!
There ate still some things In life!
When the groat moose sniffs by tho water's edge,
And starts with an angry snort;
When the hunter crawls through the rustling sedge,
And the heart leats thick and short ;
When the finger crooks on the trigger's curve;
When the eye cuts like a knife, '
And tho rifle cracks with n vicious verve
There are still some things In life!
.
When the dinner's o'er and the pipe burns free,
And the dog curls by the chair ;
When your trail is good (as it ought to be)
And the light glints on Her hair;
When the drowsy thoughts of the past come back,
And you smile, 'That's she the wife!"
WThen you're quite prepared for the morrow's track-
There's a lot of good In life!
-New York Times.
The group outside of the Yellow
Witch's tent shivered In agreeable an
ticipation. Tho Idler, who had Just
gone out was besieged by eager in
quiries. "Is she blood-curdling?"
"What did she tell your
"Haven't you guessed who she Is?"
The Idler sank exhnustedly Into a
deck chair. "Don't talk to me. I re
quire nourishing food and strong drink.
She Is a terror, and this kind of enter
tainment is too strenuous for a garden
party."
"Oh, but do tell us!" begged the
Bud. "Does she tell you who you are
in love with?"
"Or who's in love with you?" sup
plemented the Timid Man.
"Such a pity to quote Byron," re-
love is of man's life a thing apart;
tls woman's whole exist "
"Love-" scoffed the Idler. "Man't
marked the Freckled Girl to a neigh
bor. "Dates you so, doesn't lt? more
than a bald head."
The Idler gasped Indlgnuntly. "Al
low me to toll you " he spluttered.
"Oh, another time," begged the
Freckled Girl, impudently. "Just now
we can think of nothing but the Yellow
Wftch."
"I have nothing whatever to tell you
libout her," the Idler avenged himself.
"We must respect her Incognito,"
snlmlcked the Sharp Girl, loftily. '
"Until we can tear It away," laughed
the Freckled GirL
"But a sense of honor " the Idler
protested.
"Bother r interrupted the . Bud.
"Madeline will be out In a minute.
She'll tell us."
"Doubtless." The Idler smiled nasti
ly, and tbe Bud turned sparkling eyes
upon him.
"Are you daring to insinuate," she
asked, belligerently, "that women are
without a sense of honor?"
The Idler staggered momentarily at
the shock of tho Impact, and the Timid
Man Interposed a conciliatory "Oh, I
say !"
The Diplomat smiled at tbe Bud.
Dear young lady," he said, smoothly,
"Isn't It too hot for so much heat?
And don't we all know that In women
the sense of honor Is a sixth sense?"
The Bud waa appeased. "Of course
It is. That's all right then."
Tbe Idler gave an Idle laugh.
"What's the matter?" demanded the
Bud, suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing. Only it wss so neat"
"Neatr
"Yes. The sixth sense."
Then they all saw it except the Bud,
and tlwre was a ripple of laughter.
"I don't know what you mean," she
cried, petulantly. r
The Idler shrugged his' shoulders.
"There Isn't a sixth sense, you know,"
he drawled.
"O-oh!" trembled the nipped Bud.
The flap of the tent was lifted, and
the group fell upon the newcomer. "Oh,
Madeline, tell us!"
The newcomer looked a little dazed
"My dears, she's uncanny. I've hnd
the time of my life. The things she
knows abotit cue!"
"Bad or good?" demanded the Sec
ond Girl, searching!. '
"Both. Whatever there Is to know."
"I darent go lu," said the Freckled
Girl, decidedly.
"You must; she's waiting," they
chorused.
Think of" her as the Yellow Peril
it's more Impersonal," soothed the Dip
lomat, as she held tho tlajp up for her.
"Who can she be?" marveled the
Bud. "It must be some one In our
6et, and yet nobody Is missing. Un
less where's Mrs. Heudley?"
"In the rose garden, flirting with
Tony," supplied the Sharp Girl.
"Whoever she Is, she knows too
much," the Idler vulaiilevivd.
' "We haven't all got your stormy
past," the Diplomat reminded him,
blandly..
"Your turn next," some one Informed
tbe Second Season Ciirl..
"Oh," shuddered the emerging vic
tim, "It's awful nerve-sli:itterlug In
describably grUly, The creature talks
In a whisper, ti, nil the time.
The flap fell behind the Second Sea
son Girl, and In tho xmMeu gloom she
stood an liihtnnt Irresolute.
"Over here, plcuse," whispered the
Yellow Witch, nud the girl went' for-
covery
ward, looking curionsly at the seated
figure. A yellow cloak, hood and mask
were as effectual a dlsguiso as an am
ateur photographer's first snap shot
"Your namer demanded tbe Yellow
Witch.
"Oh, but I thought you were going
to tell me things," the girl protested,
flippantly. Unwillingly her voice sank
to a whisper. She made a mental note
of tho fact that when whispered to you
cannot help whispering.
"Your name?" repeated the Yellow
Witch.
"Alice Green."
The Yellow Witch assimilated the In
formation. "You are not happy," she
said, at last abruptly. "There axe
two men "
"How dreadfully commonplace V in
terrupted the girl t but she winced.
"I must ask you not to Interrupt
Two men who love you one poor, one
not poor. Shall I describe to-you the
one you love?"
"If you please," whispered the girl.
The remark was meant to be Ironical,
but one cannot whisper ironically, as
she then discovered.
"He is slight and has a fair mus
tache, brown eyes, a pale complexion,
and" The Yellow Witch gave two
Ineffectual gasps and a convulsed shud
der. Then she surrendered to the In
evitable and sneezed.
The girl leaned forward Suddenly.
"Summer colds are horrid," she Bald,
sympathetically. ,
The Yellow Witch Ignored the inter
ruption. "A pahvcomplexion and, thin
Hps. That is the man you love."
The girl nodded. "Yes," she said.
The Yellow Witch waa silent for a
moment "Is there anything else you
would like to knowr she asked,
The girl rose. "Nothing," she an
swered, and gave a little, low laugh.
"Nothing, thank you-r-John,"
The bent shoulders of the Yellow
Witch grew suddenly straight
"You knew all the timer he asked.
The girl shook her head. "Take those
things off." she commanded. "I can't
talk to a Yellow W'ltch.
He tore the yellow draperies off Im
patiently. "Are you angry with mer he
asked. "Was was It frightful cheek?
I wanted so badly to find out which of
ua it was without you knowing,
She wae silent
"Please understand," he explained,
anxiously, "I was so afraid that If I
asked you, and you said 'No,' you
wouldn't let us even be friends after
wards, like like now, and I couldn't
hare borno that. So I hit on this way.
And and when I described him, and
you said Tea,' I waa prepared, and
I didn't show anything, did I? Honor
bright, I would never have shown any)
thing, only you guessed "
She raised her eyes, and with a look
swept him Into paradise. "You darling
duffer," she said, unsteadily.
"John, I must go! They'll think
I've had jiuch a stormy past as as
ever was, if I stay any longer. And
there are heaps waiting to see the
Yellow Witch. Pick up your things
and put them on again."
"I won't see another person," be pro
tested, violently.
' She smiled. "Oh, well, then! Walt
a minute." She knelt down at the
back of the tent and peered cautiously
through the Inch ef space between can
vas and ground. "There's not a soul
this side, John ; and look, this , peg's
loose. Pull the rope, and you'll be ablo
to crawl through. That's right Now
go and Join the giddy throng outside.
I'll make time for you."
She waited an Instant and then,
lifting the flap of the tent door, held
the Diplomat In momentary conversa
tion before he went In. Two seconds
later he reappeared. '
The Yellow Witch Is fiotr be an
nounced. "What do you mean? Has she gone?"
There was n sudden rush Into the
tent, and cries of disappointment
"And I know I'd have found out
who she was when it was my turn,"
the Sharp Girl said, regretfully.
Johu Wlld strolled round the cor
ner. "What's all this?" he asked, lazi
ly. Then for a second his eyes met and
held those of the Second Season Girl.
The Diplomat wus nothing If not ob
servant. A tlh ker of intelligence wus
suddenly born in his own eyes. Then
It as suddenly went out.
"So!" be dropjted quietly in Wilde's
ears.
Wlldu gave him a ijulck glance, and
uimtlioumtlzed hi own Imprudence.
-Don't tell," he Implored, below bis
brcuth.
?Now we shall never know Who (hi
was," deplored the Freckled GlrL
The Diplomat opened his llpa,
"Oh, you beast you besst," mur
mured Wlldo, distractedly.
"I think I can ten you," the Diplo
mat remarked, placidly.
"Oh, whor They gathered round
him. N
"The Yellow Witch," began the Dip-'
lomat, "was"
He caught the eye of the Second Sea
son Girl and led her by the expression
In his own to suppose she had melted
him to a tardy clemency. But of course .
thai wss rubbish. Being a Diplomat
he had never learned how to tell things
only how to conceal them.
"Well, she was" he stumbled, ar
tistically "our old friend, the Green
eyed Monster." '
There was a blank silence.
The Idler turned away with a yawn.
That man," he grumbled to the
Freckled Girl as they made for the
tent and Ices, "would conceal your owni
name from yon If he could. BeaStly
character."
"He knows," acquiescently mused the
Freckled Girl
"Of course. But what?"
"And howr she added.
It waa precisely on these points that
the Diplomat was at that moment gatb-1
erlng Information.
"You arranged It beforehand?" he!
asked the Second Season GlrL '
She shook her head.
"I've earned a reward," the Diplo
mat reminded her. '
"Oh, yes! I don't mind your know
lng now. But you tell, John.?
Wilde looked a little bewildered.
"Honor bright I don't quite know.
I I did it In order to find out some
thing I wanted to know, only she found
mo out"
The Second Season Girl smiled, and
the Diplomat looked at her curiously.1
"Howr he asked. 1
"Yes; how did you" began Wilde
and broke off, the victim of another,,
violent sneeze. 1 '
The Second Season Girl laughed hap-'
pily. "That way," she said, and turned
her back rather pointedly on the Dip
lomat "Nobody does It like you."
Pennsylvania Grit
BEHIND IU HUMANE WOBK.
Berlin Affords a Pine Model In TJp
to-Date Ambnlaaee Serrloe, '
Ambulance service In this country 'is
poor, chiefly because the need for it
does not appeal personally to the aver
age citizen, and there is no general de
mand upon officials for Its betterment
says Leslie's Weekly. What has been
done has been accomplished through
me euoruj or pnysicians ana Humanely I
Inclined persons of wealth and public
spirit A good example to pattern
after is that of Berlin. A private or
ganization, the Rescue Society; made
up largely of surgeons, looks after
emergency cases, and does It welL It
is considered an honor to be a member
of the society, and only surgeons who
have practiced a number vof years are
eligible. Each member takes his turn'
riding the ambulance, for which be gets
no pay. This does away with the rep
rehensible American practice of In
ternes, and others seeking experience,
practicing upon street victims.
The Rescue society has nine emerg
ency stations, fitted with all the facili
ties of a fire-engine house for getting
out quickly. These Rescue society am
bulances are co-operated with by at
least one ambulance from each of tho
sixteen large hospitals. Several times
each day the director of the ambulance
service Is notified how many empty
Deoe there are at each recent Ion hos
pital, thus preventing the complication '
that frequently arises In this country
of a dying man being taken to a hos
pital only to find that there la no place
for him. They also have test runs In
Berlin. At the pleasure of the director
any or all the ambulances are called
out unexpectedly, their time noted, and
their condition Inspected. Berlin la the
oniy city wnere this practice prevail,
A WATI-mnt nntnaA imhiilDnu -. ... I i
- "w wu.b.u.wuvo PUTM
increases the demand for attention
from the really needy. Berlin, vlrto-'-f
ally the same size as Chicago, responds
to four times as many calls. St Louis,
half ap large, has more calls by several
thousands than Chlcaeo. owinir to tt
better service and the fnmiiinrtt n
the citizens with It
Persons In city streets are thrilled
by the clanging of the ambulance anna
and fascinated when tho linnu nn.
mu.vb uiuy
Dy. a reeling or norror is oftentinw
followed by one of some comfort at the
thought that In case of accident to
himself, one speedily would be taken
care of. In a majority of instances thta
feeling of comfort is not Justified. If
you don't believe it, watch some one try
to get an ambulance In a hurry.
t .
A Telephone Opiate.
The elder's wife was serlouatv in.
and the doctor advised rest and quiet
But the lady was very devoted to
church work and worried herself into
hysteria because she could not arrA
services and hear her favorite pastor
preach.
"She must sot leave the bouse,"
warned the doctor, "but you can easily
arrange to have her hear the sermon
iy teiepnone."
The elder grasped the suggestion and
made the necessary arrangements for
transmitting the sermon Into his wife's
room.
At noon on the Sabbath the'
called and asked, "now did It workr
"Fine," declared the elder. rnhMi.
hla hands gleefully. "Ten mlnnt,
er tbe sermon began she fell sound
asleep. rnuaaeipnia Ledger.
Oi the Trait.
"I'm gunning for railroads," an
nounced the trust-buster,
Tbon come with me," whispered the
near-humorist. "I can show you Soros
of their tracks." South western's
Book.
Give a young man an empty pocket
book, a moonlight night and a pretty
girl, and he will talk like a poet about
the sordldnesa of gold.
Some people do nothing but bate
people who chew toothpicks on. the
street.
People don't believe In giving a boy
anything excert a whipping.
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