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    DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD: DAKOTA CITY. NEBRASKA.
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DONKEY IN LONESOME MOOD
Somewhat Peculiar Appeal Made by
Small Maid, Touched by Sadness
, . of Her "Dumb" Pet
This summer, Mr. Oakes, an eminent
lawyer, ecnt Lis wife Mid young (laugh
ter to a farmhouso in tho Whlto
mountains for a vacation. Shortly
niter, ho received an urgent request
from the llttlo girl to send her a pet
donkey to uso while there. She had
road about donkeys and heard about
them, but was not at all familiar with
their peculiar vocallsm.
Tho donkey arrived and the child
had. many rides around tho vicinity.
Sho enjoyed it all hugoly except tho
animal's strango noises, which inspired
her with tho profoundest pity for his
evident distress.
Ono day, after vainly trying to sub
duo bis vocallsm, sho wroto a letter
to her father, In which sho Bald:
"Dear Father: 1 do wish you would
como up hero soon; my donkey is so
very lonesome." National Monthly.
FACE ITCHED AND BURNED
S83 No. Union St, Aurora, 111. "My
ailment started with a llttlo plmplo
and it always Itched and burned ter
ribly. I scratched it and in a few
days my faco was all covered with
Bores. It ran up to my eyes and tho
day after I could not sco out of my
right eye. I was unablo to get any
rest. I couldn't go to bed, being
afraid of getting tho clothing all
eoilcd, although I had my faco all
bandaged.
"I was given two Jars of salvo but
It kept getting worse. It was some
thing ltko a running eoro becauso
ovory timo I used soma of tho salvo
J bad to wrap bandages around my
neck to keep tho water and pus from
running down ray body. I wroto for a
Bamplo of Cuticura Soap and Oint
ment and in a fow days I received
theso and washed my faco with tho
Cuticura Soap and put on somo Cuti
cura Ointment and tho next morning
my faco felt cool and somewhat re
lieved. After using tho samplo I
bought fiomo Cuticura Soap and Oint
ment at tho drug Btoro. I followed
this treatment Just twenty-six days
and after using ono cake of Cuticura
Soap and two boxes of Cuticura Oint
ment I was cured." (Signed) Qcorgo
Mlllor, Jan. 1, 1913.
. Cuticura Soap and Olntmont sold
throughout tho world. Samplo of each
treewith 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
pard "Cuticura, Dept L, Boston." .dv.
Butterfly Decoration.
Many artists havo employed tho but
terfly in docoratlon, but neither brush
nor crayon Is as effective as naturo
Itself. No imitation, howover good,
can do justico to the gorgeous colors
sf tho tropical butterfly. Ono might
as well try to reproduce a rainbow in
oija. A most effective novelty a but
terfly tray was shown mo yesterday
by a charming North sldo hostess. It
was made on tho same prlnclplo as
tho tapestry tray. A glittering butter
fly, tho spread of whoso wings must
bnvo been all of ten Inches, was
mounted an a stalk of milkwoed. Tho
pressed butterfly woo then covored
with gloBB and hemotlcally scaled in.
To say that tho tray was stunning Is
to speak very foobly of its attractive
ness. With this objet d'ort as a con
torploco a clover hostess could easily
arrange a "butterfly luncheon." Chi
cago Inter Ocean.
' Forever Parted.
Goorgo, who lives in London, hap
pened to moot tho vicar of his natlvo
parish tho other day, and eagerly
ksked for somo of his old acquain
tances. "And old Mr. Jones?" ho asked.
"Havo you seen him lately?"
,Tho vicar shook his head. "I shall
Dover seo him again," ho answered,
slowly. "Mr. Joneo has gono to
heaven."
That Ought to Do It
Mother What oro you doing, Just
sitting thero singing?
' ,? Daughter Oh, only trying to kill
tlmo.
A good dentist spares no pains
mako his work satisfactory,
to
LIVING ADVERTISEMENT
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It roqulrea no Bciontlflo training to
discover whether coffeo disagrees or
"'not
Simply stop It for a tlmo and use
Postum In placo of It, then noto tho
beneficial effects. Tho truth will ap
pear. "Six years ago 1 was in a very bad
condition," wrltea a Tenn. lady. "I
suffered from Indigestion, nervous
ness and Insomnia.
"I waB then an lnvoterato coffeo
drinker, but it was long beforo I could
bo persuaded that it was coffeo that
hurt mo. Finally I decided to leavo It
oft a fow days and find out tho truth.
"Tho first morning I loft off coffeo
t bad a raging hoadacho, bo I decided
I must have something to tako tho
placo of coffeo.' (Tho hoadacho was
caused by tho reaction of tho coffoe
drug caffelno.)
"Having hoard of Postum through a
friend who used it I bought a package
and tried It I did not llko it at first
but after I learned how to mako It
right, according to directions on pkg.,
I would not chongo back to coffoo for
anything.
"When I began to uso Postum I
weighed only 117 lbs. Now I weigh
170 and as r havo not taken any tonlo
In that tlmo I can only attributo my
present good health to tho uso of Po
turn In placo of coffeo.
"My husband sayB I am a llvlnir ad-
yertlsement for Postum."
' Name given by tho Postum Co, Bat,
Ua Creek, Mich.
Postum now cornea In two forms;
Regular Postum must bo well
'toiled. 15o and 2So packages.
Instant Postum Is a soluble pew
4er. A teaspoon M dissolves quickly
lit a cup &t hot water and, with cream
aad sugar, makes a delicious bever
w Instawtly Wo and 50o tins.
Tateost per cup ef both kinds is
out the sam.
v "Tbsrs's a Reason" tor Potum.
sold by QroMi
The Lapse of
Into a fairly decent career there
comet occasionally a moral lesion.
Temptation comes, and the man,
heretofore honorable and honest,
falls as though his backbone were
of gristle.
CHAPTER I.
The Bond.
Of course the game ended with a
consolation pot Merry and Went
worth, each with his last chip in the
middle of tho table, called for a show
down. All but Singleton dropped out,
and he, the big winner of the evening,
took tho pot Wentworth and Merry
wero broke.
The gamo had been played in Wont
worth's library. Before its close the
gray light of tho morning began to
steal past the curtains and tho glow
of each electric lamp took on a murky
haze. Enoch Wentworth, acting as
banker, cashed in tho chips of the
winners. Three of tho men put on
their hnts, said "Good morning," and
went out Androw Merry sat beside
tho baizo-covered tablo with Its litter
of chips, pulling slowly at a cigar and
staring into vacancy.
"Do you mind If I open this win
dow?" nsked Wentworth. "There's a
chill In the air outdoors that will feel
good. I've swallowed so much smoko
my throat feels raw."
"Open every window in tho room if
you like, old man. I'm going home."
"Hold on a minute," cried Went
worth unexpectedly. "I'll go you Just
one more hand. Let's play ono big
stake and then swear off forever."
"I tell you, Enoch, I haven't a cent.
Heaven knows how I can tide over
theso months until tho season opens.
It's a good thing I'm not a married
man." Merry laughed mirthlessly.
"Ono last hand!" pleaded Wont
worth. "What do you want to" play for?"
Merry turned up a coat sleeve and
stared at his cuff buttons thoughtfully.
"I havo nothing left but these. I don't
think I'll put them up."
"We've thrown away enough money
and collateral tonight," Wentworth re
plied. "Let's mako this stako some
thing unique sontlmontal, not finan
cial. Why not mako It your future
against mine?"
"That's a great stako 1 Sha'n't I
throw in my pastl"
"No, let each of ua play for the
other's future. It Is a mere fnncy of
mine, but It appeals to mo."
"Are you serious? What in God's
name would you do with my future if
you won it what should I do with
yours?"
"I tell you, it's a mere fancy of
mlno."
"All right Carry out your fancy, if
it amuses you. I ought to bo willing
to stake my Ufa against yours on any
hand, if you say eo."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes, if you want to call mo."
Andrew Merry smiled and blow a
flurry of smoke rings Into tho marblo
faco of tho Shakespparo, whllo he
watched Wentworth's pen hurry across
a sheet of paper. The newspaper man
handed it to him with tho ink still
wot
"There," he said, "we'll play for
that document, the winner's namo to
bo written at tho top, tho loser to
write hlB namo at tho bottom."
Androw Merry read it aloud:
To
I hereby pledge myself until death
to do your every bidding to obey
your every demand to the extent of
my physical and mental ability you
to furnish me with support
"Will that hold good in law?"
"Just so long as tho loser is a man
of honor no longer. Aro you going
to weakon?"
"I'll bo damned If I am. I'll nut this
bit of paper in my ecrapbook."
"Tho man who wins, koops that bit
of papor," Wentworth answered with
a whimsical smllo.
Ho tossed tho unslgnod bond into
tho centor of tho tablo and shuffled
the cards with grave deliberation.
Merry lit a fresh cigar and puffed it
meditatively. Upon each listless brain
began to dawn the realization that this,
wus a stako of groator import than tho
rolls of bills which had grown lighter
and lighter till tho last greenback van
ished. "Who'll deal?" asked Wentworth.
"Wo'll cut." Merry spoko quietly.
"Low deals, nco low."
Enoch Wentworth cut a tray, Merry
a seven Bpot Wentworth shuffled tho
cards again and held them out to his
opponent
"Does ono hand docldo It?"
"Yes, ono hand. Each man to dis
card, draw, and show down."
Wentworth dealt with notlcoablo
deliberation. They picked Up their
hands.
"Glvo mo four cards," said Merry.
"I'll tako throe." Wentworth'B faco
was as solemn as his voice.
For a moment each man sat staring
at h! hand. Then Merry spoko.
"There's no use in showing down,"
ho said. "I haven't oven ono llttlo
pair."
"Hold oi," expostulated Wentworth,
Bcorcoly concealing tho rellof which his
friend's admission gave him. "I'm only
ace high. Does that beat you?"
Merry's faco also told ita etory of
reaction. "Samo hero," be Bold, laying
the card on the tablo faco up, "and a
Jolly king to follow It."
"King for me, too." Wentworth'B
faco flushed and his volco grow impa
tient "What's your next card?"
"A ten," Merry replied tranquilly,
too tonso to wonder why Enoch
awaited his declaration.
"Ten hero. My Godl aro they all
alike 7"
"Seven next"
"And mtno'B a seven I"
Both men paused, each with his
eyes on the other's card.
"And a four," cried Wentworth
Irritably. Ho passed his hand across
his forehead; it was moist and cold.
"You win." When Merry tossed
down his hand a tray turned over it
was the same tray which gave Went
worth the deal.
Wentworth had draws to an ace and
ten. Merry held up a king. Tho
younger man lifted a pen, dipped it
in the ink, and scrawled Enoch Went
worth acroes the slip of paper. At
tho bottom-ho wrote with grave delib
eration, Andrew Merry, and handed
tho paper to Wentworth. Tho news
paper man stared at It for a moment,
then dropped it on the table, laid his
cheek on the palm of his hand, and,
looking straight In the faco of Uhe
actor, asked: "Merry, do you realize
what this means?"
"Not yet, perhaps; still I wish you
moro luck of my life than l'vo had.
Now, since I'm to look to you for sup
port, could you scaro up a nickel?
I've got to ride homo, you know."
Before Wentworth could reply, tho
curtains parted, and a girl's figure
Bhowcd ItBolf for a brief moment
"I beg your pardon, Enoch, t thought
you were alone," she said, and tho fig
ure vanished as suddenly as it had ap
peared. "Who's that?" Merry demanded.
Wentworth's only answer was to
pull out tho lining of his pockets.
Prom one he produced a quarter and
"Let's Keep This Transaction to Our
selves." handed it to the actor. Merry pocketed
it without further questioning, and
pulled on his gloves.
"Good night," ho said, "or good
morning, whichever you choose."
"Say, old man." Wentworth held
the door for a moment half closed
while ho spoko. "Say, If you don't
mind, let's keep this transaction to
ourselves."
"I'm willing." Merry paused to
strike a light for his last cigar, then
ho laid his hands solemnly acrosB his
breast "Cross my heart," ho added
in a sepulchral tone.
Wentworth started at the sound of
an opening door. A girl entered.
"For heaven's sake, Dorryl What
aro you doing up at this unearthly
hour 7"
"I've had my sleep, you haven't"
sho answered with a laugh.
"DorcaB, elt down," said her brother.
"Do you boo that fellow on the bench
under a tree?"
The girl leaned a hand on Went
worth's shoulder whllo she turned her
eyes m the direction hlB finger pointed.
"Yes I What's the matter with him?
Is he anybody you know? la ho In
troublo7"
"Ho'a an old friend of mine. It's
Andrew Merry, tho comodlan."
Wentworth sat for a moment gazing
into hie Bister's beautiful face. Sho
was a child in splto of her eighteen
years. Ho felt like an nnclont, Bin
battored, soiled, city-worn hulk of
humanity as he returned the straight
forward gaze of her gray eyes.
"Tell me about him, Enoch."
"I ran acrosB him when I was doing
dramatics on tho Pittsburgh Union.
He wna a gonial lad, but thero wasn't
much for him to tell an lnterviower.
Ho had been born and raised in a
western town and then apprenticed to
a country bank. Ho hated figures and
loved tho stage. Ho stuck to tho
ledgers for a whllo because ho was all
his mother had. I guess aho worshiped
him."
"How did ho happen to go on the
stage?"
"Came on to New York, as they all
do sooner or later, and bogan with a
turn In a vaudovillo house. He had
reached a salary of fifty a week. Ho
wbb perfoctly happy except for one
thing ho couldn't get the mother's
loneliness out of hie mind. Thoy wroto
to each other every day."
"I think I should liko him," sug
gested Dorcas.
"I gave Merry all the spaco noxt
morning Instead of tho dancer, and he
wroto me a grateful letter. I didn't
seo him again until two years later,
when I came to New York. I found
his name In- tho cast of a light opera
company on Broadway. Ho was pretty
far down tho list, but beforo the thing
had run two weeks ho was moved up
to second place. His work was un
usual. Ho'a the funniest Merry An
drow I over saw, yet onco in a while
there's a touch of whimsical, tearful
pathos in his antics that makes a
man wink."
"Tako me to seo him," cried the
girl eagerly.
"Wo'll go tomorrow. It's his closing
night In 'Tho King at Largo.' He's a
bigger favorite than several of the big
otara, yet It's tho queerest thing in
all those years ho's never taken the
stop that would bring htm to the top."
"Why?"
"Tho Lord knowB. Ono manager
died, another went under. It's the un
certainty of stage life."
"And his mother?" asked Dorcas.
Sho died suddenly last season. A
fool usher gave Merry the telegram in
the middle of a performance, when he
went off tho stage. Ho dropped as If
he'd been shot They rang dawn tiie
curtain until the understudy could got
into his togs. He didn't act for two
months. I thought be would never
braco up. I had him here halt tiy win-
Enoch
By ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
Author of "The Woman From Wol-
vertont," "The Congress
Woman," Etc.
(Copyright, 1913. by F. Q. Brown.)
tcr trying to cheor him. Ho gavo mo
the dumps."
- "Poor follow," cried Dorcas.
"I roused him through his pride.
Ho hadn't a cent to his namo, so I
shamed him Into going back to work.
Ho earns lots of money, but It gets
away from him."
Wentworth's gaze turned to the lit
ter of chips on tho table. His sister's
eyes followed.
"Is it that?" sho askod.
"Partly."
Tho girl rose to her feet Sho put
her hands on her brother's shoulders
and gazed down into his faco.
"Enoch," she said hesitatingly, "I
wish you wouldn't You could help
your friend If you would turn over, a
new leaf yourself."
"Wo both swore off tonight for good
and all, little girl." Wentworth took
her hands between his own and looked
into her eyes with a resolute look. "I
want you to help both of us Merry
and mo. Tho evil of the world was
never whispered Inside convent walls.
You'vo left a quiet, simple life foT a
very different world. There's moro
mission work waiting you right hero
than If you had taken tho veil."
"Enofh," tho girl's face was grave
and earnest, "Enoch, nothing would
ever make mo tako tho veil. I have
only ono ambition I want to go on
the stage."
"Good Lord I" cried Wentworth, "I
never dreamed of such a future for
you.
"You don't know stage life as I do,"
ho continued seriously. "Thero art
women and men for that matter
who go Into the profession clean
skinned, clean souled. They spend
their lives in it and come out clean;
but thero aro experiences they never
forget"
"Is life as bad as that?" tho girl
asked simply.
"Life is as bad," her brother
answered slowly, "and yet I would as
willingly see you go on tho stage as
Into society I mean fashionable
society, as I know it here in New
York. A newspaper man sees the
undor side of life."
"It would not hurt me." The girl
tossed back a heavy braid of hair
which feJi over her shoulder, and knelt
at Wentworth's knee.
"I have you always to turn to, big
brothor," she whispered. She laid her
cheek fondly against his hand". "Don't
you remember that used to be tho only
name I had for you? You wero so big,
so strong, so wise and so old. I used
to sit on the gatepost, waiting for you
to come home. Don't you remember
our Saturday tramps, how we used to
play 'I spy In the orchard, and went
blrd'e-nestlng, picnicking and fishing,
or playing Indian camp on the Island?"
Enoch clasped her hands tightly. "I
remember, little Dorry. They were
the happiest days In my life."
"Lot us get out of tho city," cried
the girl. Their eyes turned to the sun
lit square below. Tho morning rush
of New York life had begun, with Its
clang of bells and thunder of vehicles.
"Dorcas, I'm off to bed. I haven't
shut an eye for 24 hours."
CHAPTER II.
The Measure of a Man.
A week later Wentworth and his sis
ter left town for a vacation. They had
discovered an old-fashioned farm
house on a quiet stretch of shore, and
settled down contentedly to a simple,
outdoor life. Ono morning a telegram
broka thnlr solitude.
"I have half an hour to catch a train
to tho city," said Enoch, as he tumbled
out of a hammock. "You may drive
me to the depot if you wish, Dorcas."
"You're not called back to that hot
office," sho cried wistfully, "after a
vacation of only three days?"
"It Isn't the paper, Dorcas; it's
Merry. Get into the buggy; I'll tell
you about It on our way to the station.
n a Half-Dazed Fashion He 8hook
Hands.
You may drlvo." He leaned back
comfortably in the wide seat "You
like driving, I don't."
"What's the matter with Mr.
Merry?" Dorcas asked. "Is he HI?"
"Not that, but he's In danger of kill
Ing his career. He's going up the state
to a llttlo ono-horse town to play lead
ing roles In a ten, twenty, thirty stock
company."
"Why docs he do that?"
"I guess he's broke. I can't tell
until I see him. I'll be back tonight, or
tomorrow at tic tmt. I'll wire you
Wentworth
what train. You'll meet me, won't
you?"
"Of course," she promised.
Next morning tho two 'men stood on
the platform of tho smoker on a shore
accommodation train, which sauntered
from one small station to tho next,
skirting the water for miles.
Androw Merry tossed a half-smoked
cigar into a swamp besldo the track
where the thin, green blades of cat
tails wore whipped by tho breeze.
"I don't believe I want to mix odors
this morning," ho enld.
"It is great ozono." Wentworth
lifted his hat to let tho wind cool his
head. "There's tho little station now!
I'll bet that speck of whlto is Dorcas!"
"How queer that I've never met
your sister," Merry suggested. "Is eho
grown up?"
Wentworth laughed. "Almost," ho
admitted. "You did see her once."
Merry followed Wentworth as the
train stopped. In a half-dozed fashion
he shook hands with a tall young
woman in a, white linen gown. Was
this tho child long limbed, gawky and
ohy he had Imagined he might meet?
Somewhere back in his mind lay on
impression that Enoch had referred to
his sister as a young colt. Tho
thought was bo absurd that ho smiled;
any coltish awkwardness must have
disappeared with short frocks! Merry
stared at tho girl with bewildered ad
miration, wondering now why he had
never felt the mildest curiosity about
Wentworth's sister. He became con
scious that he was making a mental
analysis; she had black-fringed gray
eyes; warmth and dancing blood
glowed In her face, for sho had the
coloring of a Jack rose; a mass of
auburn hair was colled In a loose knot
at the back of her head; she wore no
hat; a band of dull-blue velvet was
tied about her head and fell in a looae
bow over her ear, but strands of hair,
which glowed like copper in the sun
shine, had escaped and blow about her
face; she had the tender mouth of a
child. In the straightforward eyes
was sweet womanliness, gentle deter
mination, and a lack of feminine
vanity which 'Merry had seldom seen
in the face of a beautiful woman. He
even forgot to drop her hand whllo he
gazed Into her faco, half admiringly,
half perplexedly.. .
"I've brought Mr. Merry down to
stay with us till we go home," Went
worth announced.
"I'm delighted," cried Dorcas cor
dially. Next morning after breakfast Enoch
and his sister rowed out to deep water
With their flshinc outfit Merrv hUH
was In bed; ho was tired, he pleaded,
and could not Immediately acquire the
habit of early rising.
"What do you think of Andrew?"
nsked Wentworth abruptly. Ho lifted
his head after the task of baiting a
hook and looked Into his sister's face.
"I think ho ought to be waked up."
"To Join our fishing trip?"
"I mean waked In his ambitions. He
seems to mo like a man who has no
goal in sight Ho needs something to
work for. He spoke last night of one
ambition he has "
"Sort of moonlight confidences?"
queried her brother.
"No not that He's detprminnil in
Jump straight Into a part that will
wring tne neari out or nis listeners."
"That's foolish. Tho public wants
Just eo much versatility. You can't
kill off a beloved comedian to resur
rect a new emotional actor, no matter
how good he may be. People won't
stand for it"
"He isn't satisfied." The girl pulled
up her line and tossed away a morsel
of nibbled bait, covering the hook
with a fresh clam.
"Somo greedy fish had a square
meal off your bait and never ent thn
hook In his gullet He'll come back
for more, then got caught It's the
same way with human beings."
"PhlloBopherl" laughed Dorcas. Sho
dropped her line again Into deep water
and waited for her brother's predic
tion to come true.
Merry had breakfasted beforo their
return. He sat upon tho vine-grown
piazza, gazing at the sparklo of the
ocean, when "tho two agilo figures
stepped across his vision.
"Well, Sir Lazy, bo you're up!" cried
the girl. "You should havo been with
ua to find on appetite. See our fish!
Here's a dinner for you!"
"I'm going to turn over a new lea'f,"
said Merry. His eyes wero fixed on
the girl's glowing face, and for a mo
ment ho shared her Intense enjoyment
of life.
"Will you turn It oyer tomorrow
morning at sunrise?" sho demanded.
"Even bo soon, most gracious, lady."
Ho swept her a stage bow, hisoft hat
trailing tho ground as if it had been a
cavalier's cap loaded with plume3.
Matching his grace, the girl turned"
to him, laughing, with tho mock
dignity of a queen.
"I command that at early dawn,
when tho tide goes out ye hlo three to
yon flats and dig clamo for our savory
meal."
"I shall obey, most royal highness,"
answered Merry solemnly.
"I believe he la waking up," thought
Dorcas as sho ran upstairs to dress for
the noon dinner. "If ho does that, I'll
believe he has somo backbone."
When Dorcas and her b'rother came
down next morning for breakfast,
Morry had disappeared.
"I'm glad I'm not your victim," eald
Wentworth, with a note of sympathy
In his Yolce.
"Enoch," the girl turned to him
gravely, "I told you he needed waking
up, and this la a good start It won't
hurt him a bit"
"Poor Merry! What a sight!"
Thoy watched him como tramping
over the beach. Ho woro Farmor
Hutchlns' overalls rolled up to his
kns and a flapping cow-breakfast
hat He carried a clam fork and occa
sionally shifted a heavy basket of
clams from one arm to the other.
CHAPTER III.
Castlopea'a Chair.
Dorcas Wentworth stopped on the
crest of a cliff and looked down. A
few feet below hor, on a ledge llko a
wide shelf, Merry lay watching the
waves as they broke against the
Jagged walls ot a narrow cove.
"Day-dreaming, Mr. Merry?" cried
tho girl.
Ho sprang to his feet "Why, I
never henrd you. Do you wear velvet
shoos? Let me help you down." Ho
began to climb the uneven steps.
"The idea of helping me down, aftor
I have made my way alono over theso
chasms!" Sho pointed to tho wall be
hind her. Then resting ono hand on
his shoulder, eho leaped past him
lightly.
"What a heavenly retreaj!"
"Yes," answered Merry, dreamily. "1
found It several days ago. I've called
It Casslopea's Chair."
"Who was Casslopea?"
"I've forgotten. Some satellite crea
ture, I bcllevo. Her name bos a rest
,ful sound, and thle place Is restful and
lonely."
The girl laughed. "Wero you day
dreaming?" "I suppose so. I was watching those
waves. Most of them break without a
splash; then once in a' whllo, away out
as far as your eyo can reach, you see
ono roll up, gathering force from you
can't imagine where, and it comes on
tempestuously through a calm sea, to
crash against the cliffs. Sometimes It
throws Its spray up hero." He pointed
to a wet line on the rock Just below
thom. "Then again, one which prom
ises to he a ripper amounts to nothing
when it breaks."
"Yes it is fascinating," she agreed.
"Yesterday I spent an hour watching
them. It makes me think of people."
"What people?" ho demanded, not
understanding.
"All sorts. Peoplo who never do
anything, who saunter through life and
are the failures, and tho few who live
after their work Is done.
"Merry," In her Intensity tho girl
addressed him as her brother did,
"they mako mo think of you. You
could make a towering big wave of
yo;ir lifo. You don't!"
The man turned quickly and looked
Into her eyes with flushed face. He
did not speak.
"I wish oh, I do wish" Dorcas'
volco was like that of an ardent child.
Merry Stared Down Into the Girl's
Face.
"I wish I could rouse you to make the
best of yourself. There is so much
you could do!"
"Do you really think so?"
"No, I don't think it, I know it You
are two people; one Is lazy and indif
ferent, with Just ambition enough to
do tho work you have to do. You
can't help doing it well you could not
do it badly. Then thero is the other
a man with vivid imagination, feeling,
emotion, and ability; but It Is so hard
to wake him up I"
Merry Jumped to his feet and stared
down Into tho girl's face. "How did
you learn this about mo? Has
Enoch laid my soul bare to you?"
"Enoch told mo something of your
career, that was alL I know you bet
ter than he does." '
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NEAT, EVEN FOR FRENCHMAN
Typically Parisian Was the Witty, If
Ironical, Rebuke Admlnlctered
Mean House Mistress.
The Parisian is proverbially pollto,
although he may and often does Im
part a flavor of Ironical mischief to
his courtesy. Tho following Incident
Is typically Parisian.
It is the custom in the French capi
tal for the cook to do all the market
ing. This adds considerably to the
cook's income, for every dealer allows
her about 1 cent on every 20 cents
that sho spends. So French cooks in
sist on their marketing prerogative,
and tho mistress who denies It to
them Is hold to be a very mean per
son. Well, a person of this sort, an older
ly woman, was In tho habit of doing
her own marketing In a long duster.
The dustor hid her purchases. Whllo
she was usurping her cook's rights, It
kopt her from being detected In the
act.
As this woman, one hot morning,
was walking homeward in her duster
from the St Honore market, she stum
bled and a leg of mutton fell and
rolled across the sldowalk.
A passing stranger, sizing up the
situation, picked up the leg of mutton
and, with a bow and smile, returned
It with this salutation:
"Permit mo, Madame your fan."
Only One.
She (gazing at the view) What a
magnificent sceno!
He (an auto fiend) Tou mean that
limousine?
Vast Continent ef Asia.
Asia, which is the largest of the con
tinents, has an estimated area of 17,
057,688 squaro miles.
WESTERN CANADA'S -
PROSPECTS FOR 1914
Excellent Spring for Work and
Wheat Seeding About
Finished.
Tho writer has Just returned from
an extenslvo trip through tho Prov
inces of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and
Alberta, in Western Canada. Tho crop
conditions aro tho very best, and no
one locality seems to havo an advan
tage over another In this respect. The
uniformity in growth is remarkable,
and In all parts of tho thrco provinces
spring wheat at tho tlmo of writing,
May 10th, is well above tho ground
from two to threo inches. Consider
able fall plowing was dono last year,
and this, with tho summer fallow, 1b
already Beeded bo that practically
wheat seeding is over by this date.
Evorywhoro tho farmers aro busy and
tho whole country presents ono great
sceno of activity threo-horso, four
horso and five-horse teamB aro busy
preparing land for barley, oats and
flax. On some of tho larger farms
batteries of steam and gasollno out
fits aro at work, but in a great many
districts where these havo been oper
ated In the past they aro being displaced-
by horses, owing no doubt pnr
tlally to tho difficulty of securing ex
perienced men to operate thom. Any
wny, thero Is being put Into agricul
ture In Western Canada, greater ef
fort with more promise than for somo
years past The soil 1b In tho best
possible condition; moisture has been
Bufilcient, thero have been no winds
to dry out tho soil, and If the farmers
havo had to lay up for a day or so
now and again, It was merely that tho
ground might hnvo the advantage of
tho rain and nn occasional snow,
which promise so much for tho grow
ing crop. With some warm weather
tho grain will como along In a man
ner that will equal tho best years
Western Canada has ever had.
It must not be thought from this
that tho farmers are full bent on se
curing a grain crop alono. In nearly
every district thero Is more and moro
tho Indication and inclination to go
into mixed farming. Herds of cattlo
now dot the plains that up to tho
present had been fully given up to
grain growing, hogs and sheep aro In
evidence. Now buildings aro to be
seen on a great many places, theso
being pig houses and cow stables, al
though protection of cattle Is not regu
larly required, excepting for calves
and such cows as it may bo necessary
to house from timo to time.
The growing of alfalfa and other
fodder grasses is an Industry that Is
being rapidly developed.
During this spring a splendid class
of new settlers have gono in, many of
them from tho eastern states. These
havo seen what success the western
and central states man has achieved
In Western Canada, and are now go
ing In in hundreds. Thn movement
from Montana, Oregon and Washing
ton to Canada continues without any
abatement as to numbers and value of
effects, while tho central and eastern
states arey still sending an excellent
class of farmers with means sufficient
to begin farming on a scale that will
pay from the start
Those who contemplate visiting tho
Panama Exposition next year will find
that one of tho most interesting trips
they can make will bo via tho Cana
dian West There will be three lines
of railway they can use tho Canadian
Pacific, Canadian Northern and Grand
Trunk Pacific, all of which will have
through to coast lines comploted. Thus
will be given a view of prairie, wood
land and mountain scenery unexcelled
In America. Advertisement
Bankruptcy Decision.
Tho supremo court of Now Jersey
holds in Bolton ya. Bolton that when
a wife goes into bankruptcy tho trus
tee in bankruptcy is entitled to tako
possession of arrears of alimony duo
her for tho benefit of the creditors.
Tho court said:
"When it 1b considered that during
tho period of non-payment the wife
has in all probability been contract
ing debts for her support on tho faith
of recovering theso payments, and that
alimony is awarded for tho express
purpoBO of hor support by paying in
cash as Bho goes along, and when it
is considered further that by her dis
charge in bankruptcy theso debts are
wiped out, it seem manifestly unjust
that tho creditors should havo no re
courso to the very fund that tho di
vorce court provided to pay them,"
Pleasant for Preacher.
A mother sent her llttlo daughter
down to open tho door and entertain
tho minister, Mr. Black, whllo sho fin
ished dressing. When sho appeared
tho little kitten ran In ahead of her,
and the tiny maiden Jumped up and
down and screamed at the top of her
voice: "Oh, kitty, kitty, go out, quick."
Tho mother was horrified, and said:
"Daughter, what makes you act so?'
"Well, mother, dad said last night
'that Mr. Black's sbrmons woro enough .
v malrn nt alMr nnri T Hftn'f wnnf
mlno sick." "
Line of Duty.
Undo Luke had 'been over into Cal
houn county to seo the son of his old
master, now grown to ripo ago and
Judicial office. '
" "Luke, how does Mr. John look?"
asked tho old gentleman. "Ho'a get
ting stout, eh?"
"Yaa, suh," agreed Luke. "Ah will
say dat w'en Ah saw Mas'r John ov'y
buttln on hlB wala'coat was doln' ita
duty, sah."
8he Knew What She Meant
"Miss Ethel," ho began, "or Ethel, I
mean I've known you long enough to
drop tho 'MIsb,' haven't I?"
Sho fixed her lovoly eyes upon him
with a meaning gazo. "Yes, I think
you have," she said. "What prefix
do you wish to substitute?" Catholic
Citizen.
Suitable .Match.
"That girl has shocking wavB."
"Maybo that's tho reason sho mar
ried an electrician."
Many a friendship has boon
short by a Ions tongue.
cut.
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