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SYNOPSIS.
Conrregsman Standlsh and the Woman,
Believing- themselves In love, spend n.
trUl week as man and wife In a hotel
In northern New York under assumed
name. The Woman awakens to the fact
that she does not love Standlsh and calls
their engngement off. Standlsh protest
undying devotion. Wanda Kelly, tele
phone girl at tho Hotel Keswick, Wash
ington, Is loved by Tom make, son of the
political boss of the house. He proposes
marriage and is refused. She gives as
one or the reasons her determination to
get revenge on Jim Blake for ruining her
father. Congressman Frank K. Kelly.
f02!e.?,mn.1 Hiandlsh, turned Insurgent,
to fighting tho Mullins bill, a measure In
the Interests of the railroads. The ma
chine Is seeking means to discredit Stand
It" ". the hope of pushing the bill
'through. Robertson, son-in-law of Jim
Blake and the lattec's candidate for
speaker of the house, tries to win Htand
lsh over. and falling, threatens to dig
intofnls past. Jim Blake finds out about
the episode of five years back at the
northern New York hotel. Ho secures all
the facts except tho name of the Woman
end proposes to use the story as a club
ju lurvo oianaisn io allow me Aiuuins bill
to pass.
CHAPTER VI. Continued. '
Then ho paused. Tho rugged mask
of a faco had not changed. Hut tho
pupils of the hatf-shut eyes hnd sud
denly contracted ns though a blinding
light bad been flashed beforo thorn.
Yet, a second later, when Blako fipoko
again, them was no traco of pain or
resentment to his dry drawling volco.
"Dlacknain?" ho said once more.
"How about the way Standlsh dragged
np that franchise affair of mine last
year? What was that but blackmail f"
"Well," demanded Torn, In tho stark
mercilessness of youth, "you wore
stealing the franchise, weren't you,
dad?"
-"Yes," asserted Blake with a de
lightful absence of all falso modesty,
"I sure was. And I was doing It neat
ly, too. Not a rlpplo, not a kick, till
Standlsh butted In with his measly
reformers and queered the wholo Job
Hnd-cosC-us a half million dollars.
Bon, every timo I think of that, I want
to chase some one with an ax. I don't
Ho awake nlghtB thinking how cun
ning our friend Standlsh would look
with seaweed In his hair and sand un
der his nails, But I keep-that fran
chise memory 'and a few others frosh
on the Ice. And Itluro doesn't break
my heart to have a chance now of
getting baclc-at him.!!
"But," persisted Tomj "that was a
- public matter. It doesn't Justify you
in dragging his private life into tho
lime-light"-"
'The deucqjt doesn't? Who told
youjJhatrM. . ,...,.
"My self-respect."
' "Oh!- I thought maybo you might
have got tlbe tip from some reliable
source. Go ahead, son. Doesn't lustl.
ty me, hey?
ey?" ' r N
"Np, dad, If. you want
doesn't. It Isn't clean I""
truth, It
"Clean? Say, son, this is politics.
NoUa prayer-meeting. You've got In
f the wrong pew."
"If. the right pew justifies dirty
work like that," flashed tho boy, "I'm
'. glad i have. And I want to stay thoro.
This business of making" political cap-
? tuti 01 a mans aead-and-burled sins
n o.ta enough to turn the stomach of a
CrMme, A thousand times more so
I when one considers tho Woman."
31 ejl," .queried Blake, in high good
I humaf, as he altoaVs was whon ho
t could stir up a quarrel between his
adored only son and himself. "What
bout her?"
, " i "Everything. She made a fool of
- herself. Presumably when she was
young. She has probably repented
It bitterly, ten thousand times. She
may have atoned for what she did.
She may even ,be a wife and mother,
liow. Respected, loved. All the world
and Heaven, besides, to her husband
and children. And. Just to nana a rot-
n raUroad.WH, you aragoing to drag
. her;out into tho glare of the newspa
per -world and cnicify her! You are
." going to strip from her her husband's
love; you are going to make Tier
friends shun her as an outcast; you're
. .throwing black "shame on her lnnocont
children's name. You are"
"Excuse mo, son," Interrupted Bioko.
"But I'm. not doing a Blnglo one of
those terribly dramatic 'things.
Standlsh Is doing It or, ratherrhe
haadonoJtiNoLICateh thw'ldna?
j(. If Standlsh committed a rourdq'r'and
44--1 foundtho body, would ou call mo
r a murderer? Hov? Wnii thnt'n h
7S"' has naDPene,l 'his time. When Stand-
" K mo iauy on that llttlo Ioft
;h3sicfcssdUr!s;tHr(zJ,vrvpnrB ago
in March, ho rendered her Ha'blo to alf
that and worse, A man doesn't, think
of such things at tho time. Neither
does a woman, I guess. This one
sure didn't, or she'd never have
thrown over har one hope of safety
by Jilting him."
"Listen, dad," returned Tom. chok
ing back a hot answer. "Ever since
you brought me he into the thick of
'ONCE'A WIDESPREAD FANCY
,Cutom of "Phllopen;" at One Tims
General Throughout Europe
Steriss ConcsrftlM .It.
There is a story, about the "Philo
lena" custom which shows how wide
spread it Is, or once was, In Europe,
jfiome years ago, according -to an
(anecdotlst of the time, the Grand
IDuke Michaol of Russia, visiting Paris.
eaanceq to dine Jn the company of
" oonneur, the great animal
painter. "They got on every well.
Mid at dessert they ate a phllophenes
partner; that Is to cay, they shared
,t 4onM almond. But the prince
imtllgt to say 'phiiopeua' and losTthe
JUt H asked the artist -what pres
t be should give her, and she laugh
ia& rcpltsd: 'Any pretty lltllb mil
laaaJ. that will to to paint' Tae priaao
tMlls m4 depart. Nothing mors
iww bears' of him, jd the lady ha
itotiNtt the wbo atfalr whea tho
yal forfeit arlved to wit. enormous
;tor bears."
vwsJ eorreepon4eUt rofsr to a
.vmrtMt r the phUapssm Mates. As-
5WW&MAN
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Teriwne,
William Gdt Miles Play
wraiea uiirn imrofitm mc&
and Drawing? y Flterncs '
"-"""' - win, a iivivy nun iih suy
tho fight, you and I haven't agreed
about politics. But 1'vo stood with
you, through and through. I've work
ed hard for the party, becauso I felt
I was working for you. But well
this time I'd rather bo working for the
other side. Because I believe they'ro
right and wo are wrong."
"Well, thon," blazed his father, In a
dry gust of unwonted wrath, "why
don't you work for tho other sldo? Go
ahead I It's no great loss to us."
"You know perfectly well why I
don't. It's becauso you aro on this
side tho wrong sldo Just now."
"Go over to thorn I" snapped Blako,
his rare anger still unspent. "They'd
bo glnd enough to get you. Not that
you'd bo worth a hoot In hell to them
In actual value. But tho fact that
you're the worthy son of your un
worthy blackmailing father would
mako you welcome Go ahead! Lord,
but I wonder what I ever did in the
old days to bo punished by having a
canting roformer for a son! Well,
why don't you go over to them?"
"Just as you say," answered Tom
with a philosophic shrug of tho shoul
ders. "Good night." '
"Whoro aro you off to, now?"
grunted Blako indirforcntly, albeit
thoro was n glint of wlstfulncss in tho
half-shut, steely old eyes.
"To tho club. To dinner," said Tom,
moving away.
"To the club, hey?" growled Blake,
detaining him. "Huh! Afraid it'll
hilrt your spotless feputatlon to bo
soen dining here with a 'black
mailer?'" "You have a positive genius for
choosing the rottenest, most dlsagree
nblo thing to say," remarked Tom;
and there was a note of hurt in his
volco that somehow reached tho far
hidden and tortuous recesses whoro
Jim Blake's battered old heart was
supposed to be.
"Woll," vouchsafed tho father
grumpily, "maybo that was Just atrlflo
swift. Look hero, lad," ho wont on, a
soft, almost tender tone creeping Into
his dry voice, as ho laid his hand on
Tom's shoulder, "I'm tho only father
you'vo got And you may as woll
mako tho best of It"
"You're the only father I want, dad.
But "
"Thorel Thoro!" hastily admonish
ed Bake. "Don't go spoiling It' with
;buts!' You know what you aro to mo,
boy, I guess I don't need to got muBh
headod and try to toll you, And and,"
he repeated, hiding hla momentary
tenderness under a cloud of mado-to-ordor
impatlonco, "that's why I hate
to seo you loading up your alleged
Drain wuii tnoBo fool ideas about "
"Let it go at that, dad," laughed
Tom.
"Oh, all right. I will, if you llko.
And you'll stay to dinner?"
"Why, of course." quickly assented
Tom,
"That's better," approved Blako.
"Now, run In and start with Mark.
I'll bo with you in n minute or two.
And say If Mark and I should get
to talking politics at dinner "
"Don't worry," roturned Tom, smll
ing.t "I'm getting qulto used to my
muzzle. But Mark won't bo us llkoly
to be wrapped up In politics as he us
ually is. Graco is coming down."
"No!" cried Blake, his faco alight
tvith pleasure "Good for her! When?"
"At eight o'clock. But she didn't
bother to mention whether It was
eight this oyenlng or eight to
morrow morning. Mark waB Just go
ing to call her up on long dlstanco to
find out, when wo happened to meet
Standlsh, And I suppose tho prospect
of a clash with Standlsh quito drovo
a minor matter llko his wife out of his
thoughts."
"You're wrong thore," dissented
Blako. "There's nothing on earth
can drivo Graco out of Mark Robert
son s head. Ho's as crazy in lovo with
her as he was tho day he marriod
her4 If ho didn't tolophono hor beforo
no went In to dinner it's a chinch ho'H
.no it mo minute ho comes out. Queer
oiq aianc. uraco is tho one thing that
makes him human. Chase on In, and
order" for mo."
Dismissing his son with a slap on the
shoulder, Blake strodo across to the
tolephone alcove. Wanda Kelly look
ed up inquiringly from tho novel she
was reading between tolophono calls.
"Miss Kelly," said Jim, "will you
klndlv-connocr mo with tho hotel of
fice ?"
He spra'wlod into a vacant seat at
her side, caught up tho extra recoivor
and called:
"That tho offlco? Porry? Hollo,
Perry. This Is Blake. Jim Blako.
Yes. In two minutes I want you to
send word to Mr. StancJIsh that ho'B
Not 7 his STS4?5 5? 3. I
cording to one lady, a native of
Kent, whon tho double kornols have
been eaten by two porsons of oppos
ite sex each should wish a 'wish,
which infallibly cornea o pass.
Whyte-Molvllle, in his Btory, "Sister
Louise," refers to a similar supersti
tion about a double strawberry. He
makes ono of tho characters, Atheneo,
eay to Loulso, tho mistress of Louis
XIV.: "Have you eaton your phllo
pena? Then mako up your mind.
Wish and you shall have."
Why Clocks Get Out of Order.
The reason why mantelploco clocks
so often got out of order Is so obvious
that It is, strange that attention to it
has not been drawn before. A Lon
don clockmaker said:
"It is because mantelpieces ars
rarely level. If a clock meant for a
mantelpiece is not placed In aa exactly
horizontal position it is sure to go
wrong. When the clock gains or loses
because of its stlantlng position, 'peo
ple regularly nova the hands forward
or backward, si tho mum may be, In
order to adjust it BvenUally the
toe-
V
booths. Fix it any way you llko. Only
get him hero inside of five minutes.
No, noi Do as I say, I tell you. Good
by." Ho hung up tho receiver, roso and
stood lounging against the rail, look
ing down at Wanda from between his
half-closed lids.
"Now, thon, MIbb Kelly," ho began
abruptly.
"Yes," Mr. Blako?" sho interrogated
as ho paused.
CHAPTER VII.
Tho Trap,
For a momont Blako did not an
swer. Nor could Wanda read anything
from his utterly expressionless face;
Then he said:
"Do you know why I did that?"
"Probably," replied Wanda gravely,
"becauso you wanted Mr. Standlsh to
come hero."
Ho eyed her searchingly. But hor
faco gave no sign that hor reply had
been Intended as Impertinence.
"H'm!" he vouchsafed. "You're a
bright girl."
"Thank you, sir," she replied de
murely. r
Again he glanced at her moveless
features In quick doubt. Then, evi
dently making up his mind, he went
on:
"You heard the story I was telling
those men over there? The story
about Standlsh and tho Woman?"
"I I happened to catch part of it."
"Ydu happened to catch every word
of It," he corrected. "And now, why
do you supposo I told such an all-im-portant
secret loud enough for a tele
phono girl to hear It?"
"That's Just what I'vo been wonder
ing," she said frankly. "But I can't
figure it out."
"Then I'll tell you." retorted Blako,
nodding approval at her unembarrass
ed candor. "What's the ono thing wo
Hjod to turn that story from n windy
piece of campaign gossip Into the dead
liest weapon ever forged in Washing
ton?"
"The Woman's name," replied Wan
da, at once. v
"Good!" applauded Blake. "You've
got a real brain under that metal ro
colver you wear. You seem to have
this situation worked out as clear as I
havo. Maybo, now, you' can guess
what that Woman's namo is worth to
us. How about it?"
Wanda rolled her big eyes cell
lngward after tho manner of a stupid
child who seoks In spaco' the answer
to a Uiacher'B question.
"Maybe maybo a a million dol
lars," oho hazarded timidly, at length.
Blako grinned appreciation of tho
bit of acting, and was not In tho very
least deceived by It as Wanda had
perfectly well known he would not be..
"Nothing stingy about your ideas,
young lady!" he commented. "Maybo
I'd bettor put them straight. Do you
want to mako a hundred dollars?"
"A hundred dollars?" sho echoed In
a wide-eyed wonder of Innocence that
Saint Cecolla at her best could not
possibly have equaled. "A wholo nun
drod dollars? Why, how could a poor
telephone operator llko me mako so
much money?"
"Horo's tho idea," replied Blako.
wearying of matching a cudgel against
a hatpin, nnd coming straight to tho
pith of the mattor. "I'vo sent for
Standlsh to como hero because I want
to havo a talk with him. When I'm
through, I'll go away. And the chances
aro that he'll go straight to the telo-
"Miss Kelly," Said. Jim, "Will You
Kindly Connect Me With tho Hotel
Offlco?"
phono nnd call up somo ono. It's that
'some one's' number I want."
"Oh!" exclaimed Wanda, smiling
brightly at hor own comprehension.
"And that's worth n hundred dollars?"
"Yes. And if you can hear what bo
says on tho phono I'll ranjto it two
hundred."
For an instnnt tho innocent wonder
ing smile again illumined Wanda's up
turned face. Thon, like Blako, she
ovldently wearied of futile word-fencing,
for she said, Incisively:
"I seo. I'vo got tho Idea. You'll
ff'l taLintCkTu've
much that tho mochanlsm gets out of
order and the clock refuses even to
tick.
"Watches and traveling clocks are
constructed differently from tho sta
tionary clock, and tbey will go in any
position. That Is why they are relied
upon more than tho ornamental man
telpiece clock."
Sharpening a Pencil.
An export manual training man
talked with tho writer about so sim
ple a thing as Bharponlng a lead
pencil,
In tho first place, ho says, tho
knife Bhould not be over Bharp, but
should bo a little dull, as If too sharp
it will cut quickly through tho wood
and cut away the lead.
Thon again, he says, It la best to
hold the pencil In the left hand with
the end to be sharpened pointing
away from you and to cut away with
a pushing cut, rather than toward
you with a drawing cut. as then the
point of the pencil is rested against
the side of the thumb, and is sharp
ened by a draw cut 'stroke of the
half s blsds-lUtsntUs Amsrlsaa.
i
almost got her In your not You'll try
to scare him Into bustling to tho near
est telephone nnd warning her. He'll
know you're having him watched. So
ho won't daro to go to her in person
with his warning or Bond hor a letter.
He's got too much senso for that. And
a telegram would be too risky. So
nothing's left but tho phono. He'll
call her up. You'll get the number.
And then It'll be a cinch for your men
to find tho Woman's namo In no time,
and all about hor. Tho full story
names and all can be circulated on
tho floor as soon as tho house sits, to
night And good-by then to Mr.
Standlsh."
"Say!" drawled Blako in genuine ad
miration. "You'vo sure got a bmlu.
Wo'll have to get' you in the secret
service. Or, if you want a Job In my
ofllco at doublo what you'ro getting
hero but we can talk about all that
afterward. Will?"
"You'ro sure tho number will glvo
you tho cluo to tho Woman?"
"Absolutely."
"And don't you think one little hun
dred dollars Is a pretty cheap prico
to pay for Information that will bring
you millions'?"
Sheer Innocence had reached its
towering acme tho summit whereon
rests puro wisdom. BbJko regarded
the girl from under his bushy brows.
"Well?" he demanded, "if a 'wholo
hundred dollars' has shrunk so quick
ly Into a 'little hundred doIlars,' what
prlco strikes you as fair?"
"Lot's seel" pondered Innocence'B
fair apostle, "how about ten thousand
dollars?"
"Ton thousand dollars!" repeated
Blake. "Rot! Ten thousand dollars
for for ono measly telephone num
ber!" "No!" contradicted Wanda, and her
volco and face were llko chilled steel,
"for a victory that saves your leader
ship of the machine, that puts your
son-ln-Iaw In the speaker's chair, that
smashes your enemy and that means
millions of dollars to you! That's
what the telephone number means to
you, Mr. Blako. That and a man's
career a woman's shame a girl's
self-respect. Throw all that Into the
balance and tho prlco won't look so
fancy."
"My dear young lady," counseled
Blako with his most fatherly air, "bo
llevo me when I warn you that there
is such a thing as being Just a trifle
too ambitious. Still, there's no time to
argue. Standlsh ought to bo hero by
now. Shall we say a thousand dol
lars?" "I I"ll have to think it over," said
Wanda confusedly. "And, anyway,"
sho added, "there's no use making a
prlco till I've got what you want, is
thoro? Besides," with an easy lapse
into sweet innocenco, "Mr. Standlsh
seems to be such a nlco man. It's a
pity to"
"Oh, he's a nlco man," laughed"
wake. "Hell's full of 'nice mon.' Out
there's no time, now, to haggle about
prices. Tou-get that number for mo,
and you won't lose by It. And every
word you can overhear Is worth a
three-carat diamond. Steady there!
He's coming."
Standlsh came toward tho switch
board, from tho dining-room whither
a page had at last tracked him. He
saw a most unruffled tolephone girl
absorbed In a novel. Jim Blako was
loaning negligently against tho switch
board rail, looking with dreamy half
shut eyes along tho nearly deserted
corridor. Standlsh hurried across to
Wanda.
"Some ono wants me on the phono?"
ho asked.
"No," .drawled Blake, beforo the
girl could roply. "Some one wants
you over there In tho amen corner for
a minute or two, if you can spare tho
time. I took tho liberty of sending
that message about your being wantod
on the phone, because," leading the
way to tho amen corner, "I havo a mat
ter of private business to talk over
with you."
"Prlvato business?" echoed the puz
zled Standlsh, Instinctively following
Blako to tho corner. "Prlvato busi
ness? Between you and mo?"
Blako looked at him with gentle
pity, thon shook his head.
"My boy," said he, "the game is up.
The wholo show is over. We've found
out all about that pretty llttlo affair
of Ave years ago."
"What afTair?" asked Standlsh, un
moved. "Ploaso explain. My time Is
limited."
"If you'ro referring to your time In
politics, it is. It onds tonight. There!
Thoro! Don't got huffy, You'vo got
norvo all right. I grant you that
'What affair,' hey? Why, tho affair
with the Woman whom you reglsterod
as youT wife, under tho namo of
Fowler, at u country hotol up in New
York state. That's all. Hardly worth
mentioning, hey?"
As ho had talked, Blako had let
his gazo wander ovor tho colling, tho
walls anywhere oxcopt at Matthew
blaudibh. Yt ho lud missed not one
detail of tho younger man's expres
sion Thjro was nothing, howover, to
bo read in that expression. Standlsh's
heavy faco was mask-like, blank, save
for a faint tlngo of polite bewilder
mont But Blako was far too wise a reader
of men to go by the sign in a face. He
lot his mildly wandering glance shift,
SIMPLE LIFE FOR THE YOUNG
Washington Children Are to Be
Brought Up Amid the Strictest
Surroundings.
"Washington chlldreu ,at least those
whoso mothers aro members of the lo
cal branch of the National Congress
of Mothers, aro preparing to return to
the social 'simple llfo.' Tho rulos
were adopted at a meeting In which
the housekeepers' alliance also partici
pated, and, In part, contain tho fol
lowing commands:
"That all entertainments In our
homes. Including dancoB, stop at IS
midnight, or earlior, and that It bo bo
announced on the cards of invitation.
"That the 'namolosB' dancos, not
only bo discouraged, but be forbidden
in our homes and to our children.
"When objectionable dancing Is
commenced, that the music cease at
once. The orchestra leader may an
nounce that ho has been so Instruct
ed. "That simplicity and modesty In
dress distinguish our girls.
"Tht we tech our sons that smok
as if by nccldent, to Standlsh's hands.
Thoy woro tight-clenched. So tight
that tho knuckles showed white from
the convulsive pressure.
"Anothor campaign yarn," smiled
Standlsh, and his voice was as Inex
pressive as his faco. "Isn't It rather
old-fashioned to spring Ilea of that
sort? Tho public doesn't stand for
them nowadays. Proofs aro needed."
"Really?" drawled Blako. "Why,
Standlstj, sometimes your knowledge
of up-to-dnte conditions simply, daz
zles mo. That's what it does. Daz
zles mo."
"And now" pursued Standlsh.
turning to go.
"And now," echoed Blako, "wo'vo
got you with tho goods. Don't bluff,
man. No bluff over won a penny after
tne cards woro laid faco upward. And
thoyro face upward now. You know
what I mean. And you know wo'vo
got you dead to rights. Five years
ago you spent a week with a woman at
a hotel Whoso proprietor can and will
Identify you. Any expert enn swear
that the registered nnme, 'Fowler,' Is
In your handwriting. It was in March.
Congress was still in session. But
you gavo out word that you'd gone to
tho mountains to rest. We'vo.got tho
dates. We've got over fact proved.
Man, can't you seo I'm trying to help
you? Glvo mo a chanco to."
Standlsh, his faco still a mask, tvus
staring at tho floor. At last ho raised
"You're Sure the Number Will Give
You the Clue to the Woman?"
his eyes tho dark tired oyes in whoso
depths Self and Lovo and Happiness
had so long ngo burned out. And turn
ing to Blake, ho Bald evenly: -
"So you havo dug all that up, havo
you? I might havo oxpected It In
fact I have expected It But it hasn't 1
worried mo. Because you can't harm
mo with such a story."
"No?" asked Blako, with real Inter
est. "Why not?"
"You know perfectly well why not"
answered Standlsh, "tho story won't
amount to tho paper you would print
It on unless you can supply tho namo
of tho Woman. And you can't do
that."
"What makes you think we can't
supply tho Woman's name?" demand
ed Blake. "What makes you think
wo haven't found her?"
"Because," began Standlsh; then ho
checked himself and said somewhat
lamely, "because I have good rea
sons for knowing you haven't."
"H'm! Still keep as closo in touch
with hor sb all that? Mark's detectives
must be foolish-house graduates. Well.
I'll admit we haven't found hor yet.
But we will before midnight You left
some pretty easy clues and they're be
ing followed. That's tho trouble with
a man who has somothlng to hide.
Ho'll lock and double-bar nine doors
to discovery; and leavo tho tenth wldo
opon with a 'Welcome sign ovor it
And that's Just what you did. Why,
son," he went on, noting Standlsh's'
half-smile' of incredulity, "if I wasn't
doad suro of getting hor, would I be
such a fool as to toll you all this? And
whatever olso Jim Bioko's been called,
no one's yet tied 'fool' to his namo. I
toll you onco more, we'll havo hor
namo by midnight ut the very latest
Of course she don't know wo'ro
tracking her," ho continued, chuckling
as at his own shrewdness. "I'vo seen
to It that sho hasn't tho slightest sus
picion. And .that makes our work all
tho easier. She doesn't know. And
thoro'c eo cnc. to warn hor It's a
cinch!"
His voice trailed off Into a self-satisfied
laugh. Nor was tho laugh wholly
assumed. For he saw Standlsh's
hands slowly clench again. And a few
beads of Bweat were beginning to
Bhow themselves upon tho Insurgent's
forehead.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ing during an entertainment planned
for their pleasure Is a dlBcourtesy to
the hostesH and her other guests.
"That wo instruct our boys to end
a social call at ten or 10:30 o'clock.
"The members also pledged them
selves to frown on Sunday entertain
ments and to refrain from having .par
ties for their children on school
nights."
Pat Meant Well.
An Irishman made his way to a
county Jail and asked to be allowed to
seo tho governor. On being ushered.
Into that functionary's presence ho
bogged for the favor of an Interview
with a prisoner who was to suffer the
extreme penalty of the law in the
courso of tho morning.
"No, my man." said tho governor, on
being appealed to, "you cannot see the
prisoner. Ho Is to be executed in half
an hour's time, and It 'is, not allowed
for vlsltprs to see a prisoner on the
day of execution. But what might bs
your business with him?"
"Shure, sorr," answered Pat, Sit's his
birthday, and I was afther wishing hiss
many happy returns av the As.
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MIGHT LEARN FROM EUROPE
General Cultivation of Flowers
Cities There Well Worthy of
Being Copied Here.
In
Traveling through Europe to partici
pate in eight great conferences, wo
have boen everywhere impressed with
the general use of flowers for window
gardens of homes and hotels, and even
or snops and public buildings. We
have heard that the German emperor, f
" aumires ooth strength and beau
ty, has stimulated this beautiful cus
tom by prizes. Scotch and English
people need no prizes, for they aro
so passionately fond of flowers that
with epace for a flower garden In
front of their homes and a vegetablo
garden In the rear they often devote
both to flowers and their windows be
sides. And window gardens abound
also in Holland and Switzerland. It
makes our Amorican homos seom bare,
and suggests that wo are too busy for
beauty.
Another custom of somo European
cities, notably Berlin and Paris, which
eliminates ono of tho most hideous
disfigurements of American cities, the
oiuooaras, is tho neat concentration
of street advertising in round kloska
at tho outer edgo of the sidewalk, ono
to every two or three blocks, to which
all bill posters must be attacked, and
thoy must be of limited size, and of
modest and qulot character appar
ently in tho interest of art and beautv,
not of morals, for street morals aro
by no means exemplary. The streets
are also kept remarkably clean in all
the great European cities. The police,
the soldiers, tho conductors of the city
owned trolleys are all scrupulously
dressed and cordially courteous.
I hope that the many Americans
traveling in Europe may reinforce tho
American society which is promoting
home flower gardens in tho United
States. Especially should Washington
! add to tho beauty of its public build-
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'"6 auu dluvuhb me moro nomey
beaUtV nf wlnHnw rnrrtnna in praata.
profusion. Wilbur F. Crafts, in Wash-
mgton Star.
WORKING ALONG GOOD LINES
New York Suburb Encourages
Every Way the Cultivation of
Gardens Around Homes.
In
That hilltop of the world, Montclalr,
la always n leap In advance of other
suburbs. What tho rest of us are
dimly imagining for a remoto future"
has usually been among the village
ordinances of Montclalr for several
years and very llkoly already dis
carded for now and more authentic
tidings of Utopia.
Every suburbanite evorywhero Is
struggling with his garden theso days
not weeding and hoeing it, wo mean,
so much as reforming and recasting
It and endeavoring to bring It some
what nearer to the artistic principles
laid down in thnt hardiest of all per
ennlals, the garden magazine. In
Montclalr theso artistic struggles havo
now been standardized. Prizes aro
offeree, and each year a committee
of experts picks out the best gardens
of the town.
Tho experts give not only praise
but criticism as well. In the con
tost Just ended most of the gardens
were voted "too fussy." There was
too much disregard of the truth that
a garden should be "an outdoor homo
rather than a show place." Tho scat
tered flower bed and tho wriggly flow
er bed also come In for unkind words.
Thus is tho Montclalr garden taught
how to grow.
It is a pleasure to applaud the
whole movement. Who knows but
that some day our gardens gonorally
will bo as beautiful as a natural
hedgerow or a field of wild flowers.
Long Life In "Trot"
John Philip Soubb, whose band open
ed an engagement at the exposition
here, declared his belief that the tur
key trot was conducive to longevity,
while admitting that he did not him
self lndulgo In any kind of a dance and
that some of his inarches were excel
lent danco tunes.
"A positive aid to longevity is the
turkey trot, when danced as it should
be," said tho "March King." "It is so
simple and natural in form that any
ono can dance It I never saw any
thing like the way this dance has been
taken up by tho middle-aged and oven
elderly people. Really, It Is a cheerful
Bight when gray-haired men and wom
en do the trot." Plttbburgh Dispatch
to the New York Tribune.
Small Brother Again.
Small Willie was entertaining his
big sister's beau in the parlor.
"Mr. Green," ho asked, "how many
pennies havo you got?"
"I haven't got any at prespnt, Willie.
I'm sorroy to say," he replied.
"Then mamma was right," continued
the little fellow. "She told sister last
night that you didn't have any more
sense than a rabbit"
Beauty vs. Utility.
A Pennsylvania town has refused to
cut down' a beautiful tree, which It
values at fl,000, to mako room for an
Improved pavement It is refreshing
to the esthetic mind to know thero la
yet a lingering disposition in this prac
tical age to mako beauty at somo few
intervals superior to mere utility.
Jealousy.
Mrs. Mudge very
"Is young
Jeal-
ous?"
"I should say so. She will hardly
let her husband use tho telephone be
cause she thinks 'Hello, central! '
sounds so off hand and familiar."
In the Day's Work.
"That's a bad-looking thumb yon
have, waiter," said the diner. "Dos
it hurt you?"
"No, sir," replied ths. -waiter, "it
is parboiled. It gets that way trsss
serving sonp."
TELLS ANECDOTE OF POMBO-
How Great South American Poet Told'
Distinguished Lady to Kiss
Him.
Mr. Phanor J. Eder tells this anec
dote of Pombo, tho groat South.
American poot, who died In 1902.
It happened in a Now York literary
salon presided ovor by a distinguished
Argentine lndy. Pombo had boen pre
sented to her, and she asked him,
with much enthusiasm, who was the
anonymous poetess, tho famous Edda,
tho Bogotana.
"Do you really find these verses
worth reading?" asked Pombo.
"Worth reading! VerseB vibrating,
with tho deepest passions of a worn
an'B soul, so essentially fominino
verses too, exhaling tho mysticism
the adoration of a Santa Teresa! Oh.
you men I Who among you could
writo such vorses?"
"Well," said Pombo, "Edda is now
In New York, and if you want to
mako her acquaintance "
"Speak, man!" cried tfls hostess.
Impetuously. "Where does she live?
What's hor name? I'll seo hor tomor
row. I will cover her with kisses!"
"Then begin, sonora!" Bald tho ugly
little Pombo. "I I am Edda."
ECZEMA ON BACK AND CHEST
Plerson, N. Dakota. "Tho eczema
started on my scalp. It finally went
on to the back of my neck, then on to
my back, arms and cheat It broke
out in pimples first and then seemed
to run together In some places, mak
ing a sore about tho slzo of a dime.
At times tho itching and burning were
so intenso that It seomed unbearable.
Tho more I scratched It tho worso It
became, and there would bo a slight
aiscnarge from It, especially on my
scalp, so eb to mako my balr matted
and sticky closo to the scalp. The
hair was dry, lifeless and thin. My
hair was falling so terribly that I had
begun to despair of over finding re
lief. My clothing irritated tho erup
tion on my back. The affected parts
-were almost a solid scab.
"I had been bothered with eczema
for about a year and a half. Then I
began using the Cutlcura Soap and
Ointment. I used them daily for two
months and I was cured." (Signed)
Miss Mildred Dennis, Apr. 30, 1913.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card "Cutlcura, Dept L, Boston." Adv.
Hint for the Newly-Weds.
How many mothers Instruct their
daughters that they must try to love
their husband's relatives Just as well
as thoy lovo their own? Very few
and many will assert that no such in
struction should be given; but somo
of us think that it ought It is a safe
thing to do for tho chances aro 10,
000 to one that no girl could evor go
so far as that, try as faithfully as she
might But sho can surely learn to
lovo her .husband's family, and sho
will add Immensely to his comfort by
so doing. Their "ways" are doubtless
very different from hers. Sometimea
they receive her with coldness and
suspicion; but by practice and kind
ness and loving attentions she can
usually win them. ItJa her mother's
part to teach hor thla patience and
kindness before sho Is married. The
art of being a good daughtor-ln-law is
a noblo one, and llko all other arts
it can, to a considerable extent, be
taught Leslie's Weekly.
Once Upon a Time.
Once upon a tlmo there lived and
flourished In a small city a worthy
man. He was dovoted to his native
placo; ho loved its streets and stones,
its strange odors, its smoke, Its high
rates, its indifferent water supply, its
clubs and cafes and everything about
U. Nothing could Induce him to leavo
it even for tho briefest period. In
vain did the railway companies spread
their holiday arrangements before his
eyes; he returned with the moro satis
faction to his favorite seat overlook
ing tho central square. And, then, one
day, the king of that country, who was
full of capricious impulses, Issued a
decree that no ono In this little city
should over leavo it again, under pain
of fearful penalties. And Immediate
ly our-friend began to be consumed
with a longing for travel. Punch.
Women and Ugly Men.
What chance has a homely man
win a prize In tho baffling game
matrimony. A good ono in Berlin-
where Frauleln Derben has Just or
ganized "Tho League Against Beauty."
The members all protty girls, of
course have pledged themselves to
marry only ugly men because of the
theory that handsome mules are un
reliable. The moods of My Lady Fair
theso days aro oftener grave than gay,
but lovo will continue to bo "blind."
The fat or bajdheadod rival of Apollo
Bolvcdcro at lent Is to havo an oven
break, a fair start and no favors, but
the same old wlnneis will forgo ahead
Just tho samo In this new raco of
hearts.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
OASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infants ana cnuuren, ana see that It
Bears the
Signature of i
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher'a Castoria
Nothing to Retail.
Do Garry Won't you glvo
me a
kiss just one?
Madge Or, pshaw! I llko a man
who makes lovo on a large scale!
Judge.
Qualntj Description.
Admiral Dowey described quaintly
in Washington a man who was a
borrower and sponger.
"He is one of those chaps," tho ad
miral said, "who uso all their friends
as coaling stations."
Quite Safe.
"You say she trusts her husband?"
"Oh, yes. He ean't afford to hire a
stenographer.'
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