UK Morrls-Moores had Just had
their first no, not quarrel tiff.
Harry wan now In his study
pulling down hooka he did not
want und piling thorn up on his
table. Ho selected a row of
notebooks bearing title, "The
OiUons nnd the Italian Valleys. "
Ho got out extensive white
blctrlied Swiss survey maps,
and files of the little "Ladln"
paper printed at Samnadeti. Ho
had got all this up thoroughly
on his last Journey, and now was tho time to
dip deep Into the pllo of printed and annotated
"stuff." It would help him to forget anything
so absolutely silly as a Httlo wife upKtalra In
her room, the terra of temper still wet ou her
cheeks, and employing her small white teeth
In reducing to tattered "waste" a soaked lace
pocket handkerchief.
Henry Morris Mooro felt himself very supe
rior. He was calm, cold, Judicial, and above
vhat he called "Infantile tempers."
Upstairs Clara wept and fretted.
To think, only to think scarcely ten
months married, and it had come to this! Ah,
If only she had known! Were all men so cruel,
10 hitter? Did nobody care for her? She
would go to her mother No (Clara's reflection
;ame refreshingly cool, like a splash of cold
water), no-o-o well, not quite that! For one
'.hlng, she knew her mother; and Mrs. Mur-ray-Llnklater
would "pack her back to her
ausband." Clara heard her mother speak these
fery words.
Hut it was over. Ft much was fixed.
Sever, never would it be "glad, confident morn
g again." Henry had settled that when he
poke those words those cruel dividing words.
Ue had said bad said well, Clara could not
for fm wteiii?
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inite remember what. But. at any rate, It was
aver. She could never forgive him for saying
that yes, about dear Aunt Kaetitia. Oh, yes,
the remembered, "that he could never get her
1 single night to himself without some stalking
ld she-patriarch with a reticule coming in to
poll everything."
Clara would not have her family spoken
against not by a score of Henry Moores. She
had been educated carefully In the Murray
C.inklater cult, and no Vere de Vere could be
prouder of her name.
Clara, In her bolted bedroom, was getting
ut her blotting book and pad to write to her
oor wronged aunt She was going to ask a
refuge for the few remaining days of a blasted
life. Yes, that was the adjective she was using,
and (strange coincidence!) tho villain below
etalrs was also using It, though perhaps in a
more colloquial sense. He had Just knocked
over a whole pile of the neat notebooks In
which he stored away his literary material, and
was passing off his own clumsiness in invec
tive against inanimate things. This was his
man's way of biting his handkerchief.
But the strong arm of coincidence reached
yet further.
Stumbling and grumbling, Harry gathered
up the fruit of his travel experiences and be
gan re-storing them In the little three-cornered
ehelves where lie kept such things for refer
ence. Work would not "go" to-night, somehow.
One remained In his hand a small pocket note
book with rounded corners, which served to
carry about him for the shortest personal Jot
tings. Usually It lay among his keys on the
dressing table, and when he shaved ho was In
the habit of putting down a word or two oh,
a brief and bald a3 possible.
But this particular stubby volume happened
to be his diary of two years ago, and he stood
there with one hand mechanically pushing the
notebooks into their places, while his eyes, en
tangled by what he read, transported hint to
the ragged curtsot. the peremptorily furnished
lodgings, the bolltary walks, hands deep In
pockets, overcoat collar up. cap pulled low
of tho days when first But stay, what was
Clara doing?
She had got out her blcUinc b:;ok from un
der "The Songs .of the North." The new niaid
very hard on the temper of young wives aro
new maids, as a chins hail Jammed it into the
rack, bending the corners shamefully. And so,
w hen at last Clara had released tho folio, Jo!
a cascade of solidly built volumes in red basil
rlattered to the ground. She had Just time
to spring back; for t he volumes hud solid brass
locks. ;ill opined with the name little gold key.
She wore it about her neck, and no o:ut lu the
world, not even Harry, had ever been allowed
to peep within. Indeed, since sh waa married
she had not often done so herself. But now
now that the happiness of her life had found
ered beneath her, she would go back It might
be all the pleasure (sob) that waa left her
thus to live over a happy past. (A tluis,)
Watkins, the Moores new maid, experi
enced some surprise (and not unnaturally)
when, lu the exercisa of her vocation, she was
carrying a copper Jug of hot water to Mrs.
Moore's dressing room before sounding the
first gong, she observed her master and mis
tress approach each other from opposite ends
of the corridor, both Intently reading, like
people on a stage he In a small black book,
she In one large, fat and red.
A still poorer opinion hail Sarah Watkins
of her new place when she saw the readers
look up simultaneously, suddenly and guiltily
close their books, turn on their several heels,
and so exeunt.
"And them sez as what they has only been
married ten months!" she meditated. "Well
we'll soo what's to come of this!"
The family dinner that night was distin
guished by extreme correct Itude of demeanor,
and an etiquette almost Spanish in its statell
ness. They were nothing if not polite that Is,
when Watkins was in the room. But Watkins
knew, and stayed a moment on the mat, listen
ing to the silence that dropped like a pall. S1ie
entered, smiling to herself, knowing (oh, expe
rienced Watkins) that she would find Clara
looking sideways at the pattern of the carpet
as though she had never seen it before, while
at his end of the table Harry was molding
bread pellets as If for a wager. These things
do not vary.
But even Watkins the wise did not know
everything. Penny fiction does not inform
its readers what real people do. So as soon
as Clara had escaped out of the dining room,
before he had time to open the door for her,
Harry BUlklly sat down and felt for his cigar
ette ease. He was sure he had left it in the
draMing room. Yet he would not go for it.
He could hear Clara plavltig a noisy ji;:, the
wriggie and stamp of which he particularly
loathed.
"The little wretch," he said, lunching in
spite of himself, "she knows quite well."
"tlood evening, Mr. Moore," ssld his wife,
and ho rose and went. "Your cigarette case Is
In tht; smoking room."
But this time Harry had It all his own way.
Six teet of blonde colossus made short work
of mere pinpricks of the tongue. Clara found
herself swept off the piano stool and Installed
where, on the rounded arm of a big easy chair,
she had little more liberty of movement than
that of swinging her feet naughtily and rebel
llously, while her husband questioned lmr.
"What book were you reading so Intently
this afternoon when I came upon you In the
corridor? I.,et me see It?"
"Shan't!" (A time). "Oh, you coward! Be
cause you are strong! I shall go to to "
"Where? To whom?" said Harry, easily.
"To my to Aunt I.etltia."
"She wouldn't have you, child," laughed her
husband, "and besides, she would charge you
board which I should have to pay!"
"Well, I would pay It out of my own mon
ey there!"
"What own money T'
"My house moneyl
"You forget, Mrs. Morris-Moore," Bald her
husband, gravely, "if you run away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then In a burst, as ho shook her, "Oh you
great baby," he cried, "make up. Bring the
book! It was a volume of your diary. I knew
by the lock. I'll show you mine. Fair ex
change! Off with you!"
"Well, come with me, then," said Clara,
holding out her hand, "but don't you think I'm
giving in. It's only yielding to brute force. My
spirit Is unconquered."
"Never mind your spirit," said her lord,
"fetch the book!"
And In these books, the greater and the
leaser, they read late Into the night.
And this was what they found.
" 'Christmas eve' " said Clara, "begin
there!"
And she paused, watting, with her finger
m its place.
"Oh," said her husband, "I don't think there
is much!"
"And yon call yourself a writer!"
"Well, shall I begin?" Clara was all on
pins and neodloi now. She could hardly keep
till, The quarrel was forgotten.
" 'ChrlBtmtti ve' (she read). 'A dull day
Paid calls In the lane Went to Margaret's.
Baby Is adorable anil Tom begins to love me
and calls mo Aunty dee-ar. Came home by
Grant's and brought back fruit for dinner.
There Is a man corning, a friend of father's.
It U a horrid nuisance.' "
Here Clara Moore broke off suddenly.
"Oh, I wrote everything fresh, you see. I
wanted to remember. You've no Idea how bad
my memory used to be In those days. Being
married helps. One has to remember one's
husband's Iniquities."
" 'Set In a notebook, learned and conned by
rote.' murmured Harry.
His wife stopped and looked severely at
him.
"Well," she said, "I did write a lot, I know,
and yours is no fair exchange. 1 did It partly
as an exercise, you see, for I was considered
very good at composition at school, whatever
you may think. Besides, I don't believe you
have anything in that book at all."
"Oh, yes I have!" and he flourished a
closely written page of memoranda before her
eyes.
"Well," she said, with a sigh (and h" eyes
were dim and distant), "I will read though I
never thought to let anyone Bee net even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me, I
will."
It seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely
nodded. Clnra fluttered some leaves thought
fully. "Where shall I go on?" she asked, knit
ting her brows.
"You did begin from tho beginning," he
smiled as he spoke, "why not continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, almost
as he spoke, "why not. continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, al
most like a surprised Kve.
"You were saing that It wuh a horrid nul
tanee. having tne cune to dinner," said Harry
Moore, "did you change your tnliid?"
"Here It Is," said his wife, running her eye
down the columns of close-knit writing. "'11:00
p. in. He i; gone. It was not so horrid after
all. But I think he likes Kdlth best. He is
big and badly dressed. Why can't writers and
artistic people dress humanly? Ho had on the
funniest tie 1 ever saw, and a beard, and he
came in a hi;,' gray cloak like one of Millet's
shepherds. But he taiked yes, it waa worth
while hearing hlra talk. Not much to me.
though, but he looked at me a lot, and some
how seemed to bo conscious of everything I
was doing. Dr. Stonor came In after, and
wanted tne to look out muslo for him. We
went Into tho corner together and Rot out the
folios, and though he was talking to father, I
knew very well ho was watching us.' That's
all," Clara concluded. Sho had been reading
Tory rapidly, as if anxious to get to the end.
"Now for yours!"
Mine! oh, mine's no great thing," said Har
ry, opening his Httlo black pocketbook, "Jot
tings merely."
"(Jo on, please," cried Clara, stamping her
foot, "and mind, don't alter a word or put In
more. I shall know!"
"'Chrlstmns eve"' (began Harry) "'worked
at Guardian article, took It round, saw proof
of yesterday's. Chief wants me to go to Ar
menia about the atrocities. Shan't! To club
in afternoon Clifton, McCosh, Moxon and sev
eral of the fellows therp, who wanted me to
stop. Told them I couldn't. Had to go out to
old Idnklater's to dinner girls, music, bore
but I should look In later.' "
"Oh!" Interjected Clara, with her head sud
denly haughty, "a bore was It?"
"Y'ou said a horrid nuisance!" remarked
her husband, nnd continued his rending with
out troubling to di fend himself further.
" 'I got there early long wny out of town
several falso trails. At last found the place--n
big house under trees. From tho doorway
I could see In the hall a girl standing on steps,
putting up holly and green stuff. Tresently
old Linklater camo and introduced mo. "This
la Clara!" I became conscious of two great,
dark, steady, grayish-hazel eyes. Tho dinner
went all right after that. Pretty well, I don't
know: a fascinating and glamorous person cer
tainly. There was also a sister.' "
"Nonsense!" said Clara. "You aro making
up as you go along. 1 know you."
Her husband silently handed her tho book.
Hecldedly It was so written.
Clara did not apologize for her unbelief.
Sho only remarked, "Oh, but you nro a dear."
And, rubbing her cheek against his coa
sleeve, she purred.
"Go on!" she said.
'"Dinner quite Informal,' Harry continued.
" 'Talked too much, but got led on somehow.
Everything went well. Doctor fellow there,
who put. on a lot of frlend-of-the famlly sldo
sat in a corner and talked to the girl with the
eyes ' "
"Ah, ha! Y'ou see you were Jealous al
ready!" cried Clara, clapping her hands Joy
ously. "Nonsense!" paid Harry Mooro. "Of little
Stonor? I think I see myself!"
"Read the next day go on go on! No, th
day you camo to Elton again!"
" 'Went to make my "digestion" call. Took
some flowers up to Elton, and talked to the old
lady. Think I made a conquest. But the Lady
of tho Eyes did not show up. Waited an hour
and a half, but don't think I wasted my time
entirely. Dear old lady!"
"Harry, you are a cold-blooded wretch!"
"Very much tho contrary', Mrs. Moore!"
"Now shall I read?" And without giving
him time to answer, Clara opened the solid
basil boards and continued, "'Dec. 28th: Went
out all the afternoon with Miss Grlerson. Down
the lane Boup kitchen, girls' club, and went
home with her to tea. When I got home I
saw mother had a secret. You always knew
by the satisfied way she has of looking myste
rious. She would be disappointed If you didn't
ask her at once. So I teased her to tell.
" "Do you know whom I've been entertain
ing all afternoon?' she Bald, her shoulders
shaking with repressed laughter. I understood
well enough.
" 'Oh, tho curate,' I said, as carelessly as
I could. T Baw him going down the lane like
a pair of compasses let loose.'
" 'Do you think the curate would bring mo
those?' said mother, triumphantly. And sho
showed me, a lovely bunch of roses, a wagon
load nearly, which she had set well back In
the dusk of tho piano, so that I should not. see
tbem before mother had her little triumph.
My! they must have cost heaps of money this
time of year. 'They are all mine,' said mother,
'but If you are good you can have Just one bud
for yourself. You see what one gets by stay
ing quietly at home!'
" 'She was teasing me, of course, this dear
old sweet-hearted mother.
" 'You see what one gets for doing works
of charity and mercy!' I said. 'He wouldyhave
given them to me if I'd been here. I'll never
do a good action again!'" .
"Now turn on to 'Four Seas Cottage,' and
read about that," cried Clara. Her eyes were
not gray now, nor yet hazel. The dark pupils
had swallowed up all the rest, overflowing
everything with the soft blackness of a misty
night of few stars.
"Let's see. Easter, wasn't ft?" said her
husband. "But why skip? Much water had
flowed under bridges during these months of
spring."
"Oh, I want to get to the end the end!"
Clara whispered, excitedly. "Quick, quick I
can't wait!"
"Well, here It la: 'April 8th. We went a
walk along the beach, sho and I. We talked.
I told her that unless something was going to
come of this, I must go away.
"'What,' sho said, 'for altogether?' And
I said 'Y'es.' Then she walked a good while
silent, and when I looked, I could see' "
"No, you didn't" said Clara. 'I could never
have been so silly!"
" 'Tear after big tear rolling slowly down
her cheek,'" Hurry continued, lmperturbably.
" 'I needed no more than that who would?
" 'You don't want mo to go?' I cried.
" 'She shook her head, still weeping, and
not rnriu? now whether I saw or not.
" 'So I stayed.' "
They i,at lot:- silent that night In their own
home, near each other, and happy Harry's
heart was soflenod. He was in the mood for
concessions.
"Dear," ho said, "If you would like Aunt
I.netitlu to como and stay with us a month "
"Oh, bother Aunt Lnetitla!" exclulmed Mrs.
Henry Moore, "I only want you!"
And thus did Clara Murray Llnklater deny
her fathers house and cleave to her husband.
Sounded Best When Silent
In a railroad ofTlce in West Phil
adelphia there is an old and trusted
clerk of Celtic extraction who keeps
his associates in a constant state of
good humor by an unending series of
witticisms, interspersed with bulla so
glaring that even he himself has to
Join lu the laugh that Invariably fol
lows scch a break on his part.
There was some trouble on the tele
phone one day recently and Mike, as
he is called among his friends, lost
much of his usual good nature in his
efforts to get tho gist of a message
that was being sent from another of
fice. The man on the other end of the
wire Anally became exasperated and
asked Mike If be was losing his bear
ing. "I can hear you all right until you
begin to talk," aald Mike, "but then I
can't understand a word you say.".
Wins If Ha Diet.
"So you are going to be operated on
for appendicitis? You are taking big
chances."
"No bigger than the doctor Is taking.
It is a no cure no pay proposition."
Stung.
"I had a lovely dream last night!"
"Have all the dreams you want to,
dear, they don't cost a cent."
"This one will, It was a dream of a
bonnet."
Paper Hints
To straighten out paper that has (
neen rolled, open ll with tne inner
curve away from you and run It over
tho sharp not the curved or beveled
edge of a table.
Tho sharp edge Is good, too, for
teuringpaper; better than a paper
cutter, In fact. Draw the paper to be
cut straight and quickly across the
edge, and tbere will be a clean tear,
produced equally vcTl la tissue er
wrapping paper.
It is not generally known tha
bread crumbs are the finest of cleans
ers for white paper. Hub un old crust
of stale bread over the paper and
every sort of stain, fingermarks, dust,
water stains, will disappear like
magic, it Is safer to use on One books
and pictures than the softest of rub
bers. Blow, do not rub, the crumbs
off afterward .
SOME RULES FOR HUSBANDS
Another Presumptuous Men Attempts
to Pick Fisws In Loglo of
French Woman.
Some presumptuous man published a
list of commandment for wives, one
of which ran: "Now and then ac
knowledge gracefully that thy hus
band knows more shout some things
than thou. After all, thou ar not In
fallible." A second and still more dar
ing rule for wives was, "Never be ag
gressive In thy arguments with thy
husband, but always consider him as
superior to thee." This was too much
for French feminists and no wonder
One lady answered the presutnptuoui
man Indignantly: "The veaker rex
has not merely duties; It has also
rights. Feminism Is advancing, and
nothing will stop It. The weaker sex
Is the equal of the sterner. Equality
forever! Here are the command
ments which women oppose to those
of men."
The lady then gives the rules for
husbands with more spirit than logic:
"Woman has a right to have whims;
It Is a privilege of hor sex. Never put
her out. She might have hysterics,
which would Impair her health and
cost thee money in doctors' bills."
Another commandment runs: "Re
member, good man, that thy wife Is
thy superior by her grace, her beauty
and refinement. Therefore always
worship at her feet." Where then,
good lady, does "equality forever"
come In, If woman not only has priv
ileges because she Is a woman, but is
decidedly superior to man? Surely"
tho strong-minded suffragist would
spurn privileges of sex.
In another rule tho lady seems to,
how tome sly knowledge of her sis
ters. "If, good man, thou deslrest
mountain air, ask thy wife to come
to the seaside; she will immediately
propose a holiday In Switzerland."
But this Is a very mild gibe at ber.
own sex compared with her final
thrust at the other In her last rule
for husbands: "Man was created be-i
fore woman as a preliminary skotchi
for the masterpiece. Remember, then.
O husband, that thou art but a rough,
draft." This ought to shut any hus
band up finally. Loudon Telegraph.
Where Ho Got His Inspiration.
Former ListTict Attorney John J.
Sullivan was the principal speaker at
a reunion of old soldiers a few days
ago. Ho had all of his wonderful com
mand of pathos and eloquence In full
working order that day, and as he con
cluded his oration tears glistened In
the eyes of many of the veterans.
One of the old boys In blue came up
to Mr. Sullivan, pressed his hand and
said:
"Your description of the scenes on
the field of enrnage during a fight was
beautiful. You must have been In the
thick of a battle some time. Where
did you have your most thrilling ex
perience?" "At Warren," replied Colonel Sulli
van. "At Warren? Why, I never knew
there was any fighting there."
"Probably not," replied Colonel
Sullivan, "but If you had been behind
the bat for Warren the day we beat
Youngstown, 1 to 0, you would have
known you were In a fight and a
mighty warm one, . too," and the
colonel extended his gnarled and
twisted fingers to prove bis assertion.
Cleveland Leader. . .
Whims.
The city man who was summering
In the country was lounging at a lit
tle station on an Interurban line.
Along came a seedy pilgrim walking
up the track.
"My friend," said the city man, "do
you expect to hoof it to the next sta
tion?" "Sure." "
"How far Is it?" jV
" 'Bout six miles."
"What's the fare from here there?"
"Fifteen cents, I reckon."
"Car coming pretty soon?"
"Yep."
"Well, Just to gratify a whim, sup
pose you let me lend you money
enough to pay your fare to that sta
tion." "That's all right, boss."
"I haven't the change. Here's a
quarter."
"Thanks. Now, boss," said the seedy
wayfarer, "Jes' to gratify a whim, I'm
goln' to keep on hoofln' It Goodby."
Four Hundred Years Before Pesry.
The north pole Is the place of great
est dignity in the world; and the peo
ple who dwell near it "have a wonder
ful excellency, and an exceeding pre
rogative above all nations of the
earth." How blessed we may think
this nation to be; for they are In per
petual light, and never know what
darkness meaneth, by the benefit of
twilight and full moons, as the learned
In astronomy do very well know,
which people, If they have the notice
of their eternity by the comfortablo
light of the Gospel, then are they
blessed and of nil nations most
blessed. Why then do we neglect the
search of this excelleut discovery,
against which there can be nothing
said to hinder the same? From Hak
luyt's Voyages (Sixteenth Century).
A Woman's Living Wage.
Tho New Y'ork board of education's
salary commission has been making
an investigation and says that $000
a year is not enough for a woman to
live independently of others. She
must mnko nt least J13 a week, the
report says. With $tJ00 a year only,
she must get her own breakfasts, pay
l.r) cents for luncheon und no more
than 2" cents for dinner. Her room
rent must not exceed four dollars a
week. Then during illness or summer
vncaMon she must live on her relatives.
Denies the Allegations.
Mrs. Lilian M. N. Stevens, president
of the National Yv'. C. T. U., ut the an
nual convemion in Washington, de
nied that It Is true that drunkenness
ar-ons women is Increasing. She said
s! o had ne ver seen a woman in this
country with a cigarette lu her mouth
and does not believe that either the
whisky or cigarette habit is on the In
crease among women.
THRESHING RETURNS
FROM WESTERN
CANADA.
They Reveal Largtr Averages ot
Wheat and Oats Than An
ticipated.
The returns from the grain fields
of Western Canada as revealed by the
work of the Threshers, shew much
larger yields than were expected as
the crop was rlnonlnK. It la a llttl
early yet to give nn esiliunte of the
crop as a whole, but Individual yields
selected from various
out Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Al
cona snow that the farmers there aa a
rule have had reason ta be fhnnvfni
over the results. Excellent yields are
icporiea irom many portions of Mani
toba and a large district nt Ritinh.
ewan has turnod out weU, while the
central portion of Alberta la splendid,
There will be shown at the land e
position at St. Louis a snmple ot the
Marque's wheat a new variety and
one that appears to be well adapted
to tho soil and cllmato f Western
Canada that yielded 53 bushels to the
acre. The exhibit and statement will
be supported by affidavits from the
growers. This wheat weighs welL
and being a hard variety will find a
ready market at the highest prices ob
tainable for a first-class article. It is
Interesting to point oat that a field
of one hundred acres ef this wheat
would give its producers 6.300 bush
els. Sold at 85 cents a bushel would
give him $45 an acre. Counting all
the cost of Interest on laad at $20 an
acre, getting the land ready for crop.
Seed sowing, harvesting and market
ing, the entire cost of production
would not exceed 18 an ncm icin.
the handsome net profit of $37 an
acre. Is there anv crn thAf
yield a better return than thin with
the same labor and initial expense?
jotton neids will not do K, apple or
chards with their great expense of cul
tivation and the risk to run from the
various enemies of the fruit cannot
begin to do it. While What la ennelH.
ered an exceptional case Just now Is
presented, there Is no doubt that this
man's experience may be dunilcnted
by others who care to follow his ex
ample, as lias been said the growing
of this wheat is but in its infancy, and
wheat growing is still largely con
fined to other older varieties that do
not yield as abundantly. Even with
these we have records before us ot
tanners who have grown 40 bushels
to the acre., others 35. Borne 20. anil
others again 25 bushels. Taking even
20 bushels, and some farmers report
that amount, it Is found that the re
turns from such a yield would be $17
an acre. This wheut will cost to get
to market, including all expenses,
about $8 an acre, and tho farmers
will still have a not profit of about
$9 an acre. Certainly the nrnvineen
of Alberta, Saskatchewan and Mani
toba are progressing, settlement Is in
creasing and there Is a aeneral con
tentment all over the country. The
social conditions are splendid, the cli
mate Is excellent, and them la n
condition to make the settler satisfied.
At the farming congress, held at Spo
kane In October, wheat shown hr th
Alberta Government, took the silver
cup, awarded by the Governor of
the - State. It comnletelv outrlnanAd
all other specimens on exhibition, and
It was but an ordinary selection.
hundreds of fields in Alherta unit Raa.
katchewan being able to duplicate it
Tbere are still available thousands of
homesteads, as well as large areas ot
first-class land that is being offered
for sale at low prices. The agent ot
the Canadian Government from whom
the above facts have been learned ex
pects that the rush to Canada will
next year largely exceed the numbers
who have gone this year.
Tribute to Painter's Skill.
One of the still life paintings by
Jan van Iluysen in the museum at
The Hague was recently Injured, but
It Is believed the perpetrator was.
neither vandal nor thief.
Tho picture represents a basket of
fruit on which a number of insects
have gathered. On a pale yellow ap
ple, which Is the centerpiece In the
cluster of fruit. Is a large fly, painted
io true to nature, so any the officials
of the gallery, that the canvas waa
injured by some one who endeavored
to "shoo" It and brought his cane or
hand too close to the cauvas. "A
tribute to the painter's genius," says
:he letter recording the fact, "for which
he work had to suffer."
Dying Out.
Flag Poets are born, not made.
Fogg Yes, end tbere seems to be
grave danger of race suicide.
What World Lost?
"It was the worst calamity that ever
tiappened to nie," sighed the pale. In
tellectual hlgh browed young woman.
"I had written a modern society nov
el, complc t9 to the last chapter, and
a careless servant girl gathered the
sheets of the manuscript from the
rloor, where the wind had blown them,
and used them to .start a fire in the
irate."
"What a burning shame that was!"
"ommented Miss Tartan.
Sense of Taste.
From a series of experiments re
cently made at the University of Kan
6as It Is evident that tho average per
son can tntie tho bitter of quinine
when one? part is dissolved In 52,000
parts of water. Salt was detected in
water when one part to CIO of the
liquid was used. Sugar could bo tast
ed In 228 part3 of vvator and common
sud.i in AS. In nearly all raucs women
;ould detect a bninller quantity than
nun.
Asking Too Much.
"The count has promised that he will
never beat or kick me if 1 will marry
him." said the beautilul heiress.
"Hut has he promised to work for
rou?" hor father nsked.
"Oh, papa, don't be unreasonable."
Which Is tr.e StrrT
"We are thlnkit.g of put! lug an 'ec
trie sign over the church."
"It misht be a go. tl idea."
"But there are factions. We can't
decide whether to feature tho minister
ir the soprano of tho choir.
Experience Is a saftr and more use
ful guide than any principle, however
aocurats and txiexitlnc !t muy be.-
Puckle.
