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    DAKOTA COUNTY HERALD: DAKOTA CITY, NEBRASKA.
felAPSE of
DHOCIWDtrWOKHi
0r ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
AufKor of "The Woman Jrom WoJverrfons"
ILLUSTEATlOflSr mVOIOTL YOTJKG-
COPYRIGHT, m DY F. C. PROWME &t CO.
8YNOP8I8.
Enoch Wentworth, newspaper man, and
Andrew Merry, actor, after the guests at
a. poker party depart, play a last hand,
the (takes to bo absolute control of the
future of the loser. Wentworth wins and
they decide to keep the matter secret
Dorcas. Enoch's sister, becomes Inter
ested In Merry. Knowing of his short
comings from her brother she tries to
arouso the actor's ambition. He outlines
the plot of av play he has had In mind
and the crtrl urges him to go to work
on It When he completes the play and
reads It to Wentworth the latter de
mands It as the forfeit of the bond won
In tho poker game. Wentworth Interests
Oswald In the piny and preparations for
staging it are begun. Dorcas suspects
hrr brother of having stolen the play
from his friend. Merry, who was to
Dave played the leading part, disappears
CHAPTER VII Continued.
Before the middle of October all tho
parts were In rohoarsol excopt two.
An Englishwoman, zilla Paget, was
crossing the Atlantic to play "Mrs. Es
terbrook." Oswald refused obstinately
to give "Cordelia" to any actress that
Wentworth suggested.
"We must close with somebody
mighty quick," said Enoch, when Os
wald had turned down Katherlne
Sean.
"Minn Doan Is not even to be
thought of," answered the Englishman
decisively. "She's beautiful, but
whore's her feeling, her intelligence?
I eat watching her face the light fell
strong upon her whllo you talked.
Thero's absolutely nothing to her but
beauty."
"She can act," Insisted Wentworth.
"I'vo si?en her act. It Isn't acting
o want In 'Cordelia.' Tho- woman
who plays 'Cordelia' must have fool
ing, tender, compasslonato understand
lng, dignity, with a young face not a
face into which youth is painted."
" 'Cordelia' must have beauty."
"Wo may got both. I am not search
ing for 'Cordelia' atnonir the a tarn- I
have hopes o finding her among tho
unknowns."
"That's a risky proposition," said
Wentworth Impatiently. "'Cordelia'
Is a big part. Why, it's almcst leading
business It ought to be in rehearsal
now."
"Walt a few days," suggested Os
wald. "Now, tell mo, when is Merry
to show up? lie should havo been
here a week ago. Can't you wiro him
today?"
"I'll do It right away." Wentworth
tossed his hat on his hoad and loft
the office. Ho drow a long breath,
when he stepped out on tho sidewalk,
and looked anxiously up and down
Broadway as If hoping to see Merry
approach with his nonchalant utride.
He paused for a .moment to light a
cigar, then started at a brisk gait
down the street He was accostod
hero and. thero .by a friend. Each one
offered' congratulations. He was In no
mood for that sort of thing. A block
further ahead he saw Phillips of the
Herald in tho moving throng. There
would be no escaping him. He
Jumped on a downtown car, and a few
minutes later he was at the Battory.
He stepped off and crossed the square.
The tide was coming In and a stiff
breeze blew off tho ocean.
He seated himself on a bench and
watched the spray dash over tho pier.
Throngs came and wont, but Enoch
did not boo them, His mind was con
torcd desperately upon ono anxiety:
Merry must be ifoundi Ho. had felt
so certain thqt the actor might appear
at any moment, that ha had allowed
Oswald to think ho knew whore he
waB. He reported him half-sick, try
ing to recuperato, and hntlng the
worry of a laweult with an agry man
ager, which Oswald was trying to
settlo out of court. He assured him
that tho comedian was letter perfect
in his part; all ho needed was to ap
pear at late rehearsals. Tho strain,
howover, was telling on Wentworth.
He had grown nervous and Irritable.
Oswald saw traces of It, but laid It to
flxlcty over tho preparations for his
play.
Porcas realised the change In her
brother and felt it keenly. She con
trasted the care-free, generous, gay
Enoch as ho had been a month ago,
with the man who had aged suddenly,
who waB growing morose, fretful, un
communicative, and impatient over
trifles. Day after day Bhe saw less
of him. His plea was hard work, so
the girl was left to her own devlcee.
She had few friends in tho city. She
spent the fall days in long, solitary
walks, and her mind dwelt constantly
on Merry. Her brothor scarcely men
tioned the play to hor. She, road news
of it In the papers. Through them
came the information that Enoch had
relinquished Journalism and was work
ing on the production of a new play
by a new author. She drew a long
breath of rollef over that announce
ment. She folt Bure Enoch would do
full Justice tp Merry when the time
arrived. She waa too proud to ask
questions. Her brother had always
taken her completely Into his confi
dence; she waa certain ho would do so
again when the toll and worry were
over,
Wentworth watched her closely. He
realized how she felt his retlconco and
change of feeling; her ovory glance
told it. He wondered frequently what
tho thoughts were that she did not
put Jnto words. In every woman ho
had admired for beauty, intellectual or
heart qualities thero had been Imper
fections which were temperamentally
feminine. Dorcas wue different. Some
times' he fancied it might bo caused
by her seclusion from tho world dur
ing girlhood. Then ho remembered n
few of her grl friends ho had met.
In each of them he had aeon some
imtty deceit or frivolity which, man
like, he recounted a typical femlnino
vice. Dorcas was different In heart
and Intellect She resembled stalwart
men he ltsul known,
Hit ul wkk hla siVab flirnri nn nn
Dorcas was different In heart
'wllpft. Hlin rafiemhtftri Htnlivnrf I
ocean tamer moving uiajeticallf up
the hfb4r Wbui bsr whUtlo shrinked
In response to a salute, Wentworth
roso with a start and glanced sharply
about him. Ha felt that some ono was
watching him. .His eyes met the
gazo of his sister. She eat on a nearby
bonch staring at him, a newspaper In
her lap and her hands clasped list
nessly over it.
"Why, Dorryi How long have you
been hero? Did you call me?"
"I did not speak to you," sho an
swered qulotly. "When I laid down
my papor a minute ago you sat there."
Ho did not offer to take a nlncn bo.
sldo hor, though she moved to make
room for him. Ills face flushed hotly
when his glance fell on tho headlines
of n papor that lay In Dorcas' lap.
"Have you seen tho story about
yourself In the Times?"
"Of course I havo," answered Enoch
Impatiently. "It wns not my doing.
Oswald Insisted on It. Every paper Is
clamoring for news. Wo reproduce
the play tho first week of December."
"Tho papor epcaks of you alono.
Merry Isn't given credit for even sug
gesting the plot. His name Is not
mentioned."
Wentworth's brow wrinkled Into nn
ugly scowl. "How could he bo men
tioned? Ho can't bo found any
whore." "Mr. Oswald said yesterdny he was
In tho Catskills, ready to come on
at a moment's notice."
"I wish to Ood he were!" cried"
Wentworth desperately.
"Why don't you toll Mr. Oswald tho
truth?"
"Dorcas, you'ro n child. You don't
understand that I am up against a
harder proposition than I can meet"
"It seems to mo, Enoch," said the
girl slowly, "if you bad not"
Sho did not finish tho sentence. She
had turnod her eyes away from her
brother and stared at tho multitude
of craft in tho bay, Jostling each
other as vehicles do on Broadway.
"Had not what?" he insisted. (
Sho met his eyes calmly and they
wavered before hor own. "I mean If
you had not made a false start If you
had gone Into this honestly every
thing would have come out happily."
Wentworth did not answer.
"I can't feel, Enoch, that Merry has
had fair play."
Tho man stamped his foot Impa
tiently. "Help me to find him, then. Things
will straighten out If he puts In an
appoarance. Como, lot us wnlk home.
It's too chilly for you to sit hero."
Dorcas roBe and folded the paper
which lay on her Inp. She kept up
with her brother's long strides through
tho crowd that thronged Broadway.
His Eyes Met the Gazo of His Sister.
After a few minutes' sllonce ho asked
suddenly: "How did you happen to
soo Mr. Oswald yestordoy?"
"He called at the houso."
"About what?"
"On business. He has asked mo to
play 'Cordelia.' "
"It might have occurred to htm to
consult met"
Wentworth stonnod for a wnn,i
Dorcas was not looking at him her
eyes were turned straight ahead on
tho bustling street
"Why didn't he speak to me first?"
ho persisted.
"I don't know. I can't decide what
to do. I would say 'yea' If I could talk
It over with Andrew Merry."
"I have told you point-blank you are
not to go on the stage."
'You know how I feel about It "
Dorcas Bpoke quietly. "You remem
ber, I told you it was the only work
I over cared to do."
"When did Oswald suggest this?"
"Several woeka ago. Ho has talked
with me about It more than once."
"He might havo taken me Into his
confidence," snarled Wentworth.
"Ho know how you folt about it
Besides, Enoch," tho girl'e voice
trembled, "besides lately I hnvo not
known whether you cared Anything
about my affairs."
Wentworth did not answer until
they turnod into the quieter region of
Wnvorly placo,
"Don't sit in Judgment on mo,
Dorry," ho pleaded. "When the trol
ley gets swung back on Its polo and
things begin to run without constant
switching, I'll return to tho old rou-
tlnn. Hnva n lun r., 111. i- t
havo nobody In the world Except you."
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n?nX an" 5 kld ono hand
"" Munis uwuy me taper wuicn
Into her brother's 'arm
"M'a a V.. -!.. V- -5 - . . .
down at her with a smile
"It's a bargain," she answered.
"About 'Cordelia,' Dorry, do as you
please. I cut loose when father
planned my future, and did what I
wanted to. A girl, I suppose, has tho
same rights, especially If she's a girl
who can bo trusted Implicitly."
When he unlocked tho door, Dorcas
passed in before him. As ho shut it
behind him sho throw her arms about
his neck and kissed him. Wentworth
held her for a moment In a close, af
fectionate grasp. On tho hall table
lay a note addressed to Dorcas, also
a telegram for Wentworth. He tore
It open nnd stood for a mlnuto deep in
thought.
"Enoch, I have an Invitation here
from Mr. Oswnld to seo Nazlmova to
night. Do you mind If I go?"
"No. QIvo Oswald a message from
mo. I shs'n't have time to see him
before I leave."
"Leave for where?"
"For Montreal. I put a detective on
Merry's trnck. Ho has nlinost laid
hlB hand on him. -Tell Oswald I will
bring Merry back with me In two days
at tho latest."
"Oh!" cried Dorcas radiantly, "then
everything will bo righted!"
"Everything will bo righted," re
peated her brother.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Bread tine.
"Miss Wentworth, what does 'Hilda
In 'The Master Builder' mean to vou?"
asked Grant Oswald during the first
lull of quiet they met after leaving
tho theater. Their cab had been held
up In a Broadway blockade and the
street became suddenly still. "She
means something. Ibsen, first, last
and all the time, deals in parables. Six
people whom I know, Intelligent
people, havo six different Interpreta
tions of 'Hilda.' I am curious to
know what sho stands for to you."
Dorcas turned her candid gray oyes
to his.
"I seo only one thlnir conscience.
She appears when the 'Master Build
er,' by one cruol, unjust selfish action,
Is bound to go down to the depths.
Nothing can save him but his con
science. 'Hilda' Is hlB conscience, of
course."
"That Is my Interpretation exactly.
It is a wonderful play!"
"It is a wonderful play." She point
ed to a crowd on tho sldowalk. "What
Is that string of men?" she asked.
Their cab had beon moving step by
stop for half a block. Again it came
to a standstill,
"H'b the bread lino. Had you never
seen It before?"
"No. Who are the men?"
"God knows I" answered tho Eng
lishman, with a thrill of compassion
In his voice. "They nre a lot of half
frozen, starving, human wreckage
who have been waiting there for an
hour to get a loaf of bread."
Dorcas lowered the carrlasrn win.
dow and gazed out Oswald watched
her. The girl's face mirrored her feel
ings so keenly he could .feel what was
passing In hor mind. Her lips quiv
ered and tears hung on her lashes.
Sho could not trust herself to speak.
"I shall never forget how that pitiful
lino appealed to me the first time I
saw it," tho man continued, "although
I had known the poor of London since
boyhood. This homeloBs, famished,
orderly column, Srrowina- and irrnwlno-
as one mnn aftor another comes creep
ing from his burrow to hold a place,
waa too much for me. I stood watch
ing It from that corner," he pointed
across the street, "night after night I
used to try to help. In a few cases I
did manage to put a man on his feet
The' task was generally hopeless, ex
cept that I could satisfy tho hunger
of tho moment During hard winters
In New York I have seen the lino
grow till thero were hundreds In it
Somotlmes It goos down Tenth street
and nround tho corner,"
Dorcas turned to look at him. Toars
stood In hor eyes and her lips quiv
ered. "I understand," ho went on. "You
aro wondering why wo, well clothed,
fed and sheltered from tho wind, nro
hero, nnd they are thero. I do not
know. It is a problem as old as the
world Itself. All wo can do is to help
lndlvidunlly, man to mun."
Dorcas' gaze went bnck to tho bread
lino. Oswald tat In thoughtful silence.
"Don't think me sacrilegious, Mr.
Oswald," sho confessed, "but when I
see such misery it makes mo wonder
If tho Eternal himself has a con
science." Sho sat watching the line
of patient pallid men. Stragglers
crept up to Join it from every direc
tion. "I simply cannot Imagine a God
who Mr. Oswald!" She grasped his
arm with a half-stifled Bcream and laid
her trembling hand upon his,
"What Is It?" asked hor companion,
rising. "What frightened you, Miss
Wentworth?" He stared past hor out
Into the street The block of vohtcles
hnd begun to move. They wero again
driving elowly down Broadway.
"Nothing," she answered quickly,
"nothing but a chance resemblance.
I thought I saw some one whom I
once knew. It muBt havo been & mis
take." Tho Englishman glanced at her curl
ouBly. She began to chat about tho
play and other things. She waB try
ing to forget whatovor had Btartlod
her. Sho said "Good-by" at the door
of her home. Oswald realized that
she wan eager to have him go. As he
drove away he tried to recall anything
which could have happened. A wom
an of her poise would not be disturbed
by a trifle.
Dorcas shut tho street door and ran
upstairs to her brother's study, where
tho 'phono stood. She searched dis
tractedly through tho directory for tho
address of n livery from which occa
sionally ehe called a cab. Tho name
had escaped hor. She stood for a mo
ment trying In vain to rocall It, then
sho rang tho bell. Her wait seemed
endless boforo the old sorvant ap
peared. "Jason," Bhe criod Impatiently, "who
Is Mr. Wentworth's livery man?''
"Costello, missy."
"8tnythoro a mlnuto," sho eald as
Bho paused for central's answor. Then
sho stooped to the 'phono.
"Bond a cab, ploaao.t to 20 Waverly
placo, Immediately."
She turned again to tho old servant.
uauu, Dim ubkuu, -you navo wait-
od Mr- Mt'rry 'wUen Enoch brought
"Jaeon," she asked, "you havo wait
una Here sick navent youi"
Tnt T tioa ml... i .. j-
time Marse Enoch n I'i done all sorts I
ob waltln' on him, when ho's done
beon sick, puffcctly mlssublo, missy.
Yo'-nll don't know how mlssublo."
"Can you help tonight? I may bring
Mr. Merry back with me miserable."
"'Deed I can," cried tho old man,
with eager sympathy. "Yo' des loeb
him to mo. Lawdyl I fink ez much
ob Mnrse Andrew mos' ns I do ob
yo'-all. He's been mighty good to me."
"Thank you," said Dorcas gratefully.
"I am not suro whether he will como,
but In enso ho does, be ready for him.
Ho may want a hot bath and supper.
Havo a cheerful fire; It is bitterly cold
outdoors."
She turned and ran downstairs
when sho heard the rattle of wheels
on tho etreot below.
"Don" yo' want me to go wid yo't
missy?" suggested Jnson. "Hit's pow
erfu' late fo' a lady to be goln' roun'
New York alone."
"No; I would rather havo you here
wnltlng for our return."
"Tenth and Broadway," she directed,
ob tho cabrnan shut the door. He
pulled up at her signal opposlto tho
bakery. The place was closed, tho
bread line had dispersed, and tho
"What Frightened You, Miss Went
worth?" quiet gray of early morning had be
gun to creep over the street Occa
sionally a cab dashed past or a trolley
went on its clamorous way, but there
were few stragglers to be seen. Here
and there a man on foot walked
briskly, as if a shelter waited him
somewhere. On the sidewalk stood a
tall policeman. Dorcas studied his
face for a moment, then she beckoned
him. Ho camo instantly to the cab
window.
"Ie thlB your beat every night?"
"Every night this week," said the
man in blue.
"Tho men in tho bread line have
dispersed. Do you know where they
go?"
"Where thoy go, lady ?" The police
man smiled. "I couldn't tell you no
more where they go than If thev were
rabbits scurrying to their holes."
Dorcas shivered. "Aro they abso
lutely homeless on such a night as
thlB?"
"A good ehare of them are." The
man spoke with little Interest The
misery in the streets of New York was
an old story to him.
"Do the same men come to the line
night' after night?"
"A man hns to be mighty hungry
when he stands an hour or two wait
ing for a hunk of bread. If his luck
turns he drops out. Still, I've seen
the samo faces there every night for a
month. Are you a settlement lady?"
he nskod respectfully.
"No." Tho girl's face flushed. "I
thought tonight when wo were passing
that I saw some one In the bread line
I knew, somebody we can't find."
"That happons many a time."
"Do you think," Dorcoa asked ea
gerly, "there would be any chanco of
his being hero tomorrow night?"
"Tho likeliest chanco In the world.
If a man's wolfish with hunger and
you'd think some of them were wolfish
the way they eat there's a heap of
comfort in oven a mouthful of bread
and a cup of coffee."
"If I should come tomorrow night "
111 give you any help you want"
Scottish Mining Engineer Taught the
Ameer the Ancient and Honor
able Game.
Afghanistan, which has kept Itself,
as free as any place In the Orient
from western institutions, has finally
succumbed to the charms of golf. The
sponsor of tho royal and ancient
game Is the ameer himself, who Is
rapidly becoming an expert player un
der the tutelage of a Scottish mining
engineer. This Scotchman went to
Kabul looking for mining concessions.
He took with him his bag of clubs on
the romoto chance of finding golf links
In a country which had cherished a
prejudice against any gamo played
with a ball since tho time of Omar
Khayynm. Ho soon discovered that
the monarch was fonder of talking
spqrt than business.
When ho spoke enthusiastically of
tho Scottish royal game, tho ameer
lost no time in putting a corps of 6ap
pern and miners to work constructing
a course under the direction of tho
visitor. Since that time tho ameer
has become a devoted exponent of the
gamo una no nas auainea a lair uegree
of proficiency. But no matter what
htfl ftlrlll. hn hlriu fnlr tn rnmnln rhnm.
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sidorod politic to defeat a man who
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snld tho ofllcor kindly, as Dorcas hesi
tated. "I don't boltcvo I'll want help. The
only thing is I wish to do It ns qui
etly as possible. It Is altogether a
family affair."
"I understand. You'll And me hero."
"Thank you. Good night," said Dor
ens gratefully.
"I didn't bring Mr. Merry tonight,
Jason," sho snld, when tho old sorvnnt
opened tho door for hor; "but tomor
row night I think ho will come."
Tho following day seemed to Dor
ens tho longest she hnd nvr tlvnrt
through. TJio- weather was crisp and
cold. Sho went for a lonir wnlk. trend.
lng for the first time n tnnrrln nf
Btreets In tho vicinity of tho docks. It
was a part of tho city which belong
to the very poor. She searched every
where for ono figure. Poverty, famine,
and hopelessness seemed to create a
family resemblanco nmong men, wom
en, and children. Still sho found
nowhere tho man for whom she looked.
When she reached homo at noon she
felt tired physically and mcntnlly
She hnd spent an almost sleepless
night Ab she dropped off In a
drowse sho dreamed of finding Merry,
of bringing him back to the world
where ho belonged, of setting his face
towards fame, happiness, and nn hon
orablo life.
Not a thought of love the love of
a woman for a man stirred In her
heart She hnd forgotten her broth
er's question. Thero wns omothln
singularly childlike about Merry. With
nis magnetism was blended a strange
dash of childish dependence which n
few men never lose. It had annnnlod
I to tho maternal Instinct In Dorcas the
first time they met.
From morning till nlcht she wattnd
anxiously for news from her brother,
but none came. Sho realized that he
was on tho wrong clue, but he had
left no nddress, and Dorcas could
merely wait After her wnlk she lay
down to rest on the library couch. A
few minutes later she was sleeping
peacefully as a child. When Jason
came In he closed the shutters noise
lessly and covered her with nn nfchnn
The city lights were ablaze when she
woke. She walled Impatiently for the
hours to pass. The policeman had
told her It was of no use to como to
his corner until eleven or later; It wns
past midnight when the bread was dlst
pensed. The clock struck eleven when
a carriage Dorcas had ordered stopped
at the door. Jason hovered anxlouslv
about her.
"You mus' put on yo' big fur coat
missy, please." Ho was trying con
stantly to manage her ns ho had done
when she wns a little girl.
"Jason, I don't need it; I'm perfectly
warm."
"Yo" do, suro ez yo' breathln',
missy," ho pleaded anxiously. "Hit's
grown bitter col' fo' November. Yo'-nll
'11 fieeze ef yo' don'."
"All right," laughed tho girl, and
she slipped her arms Into tho wide
sleeves. "Just to please you, Jason
remember that not because I'm cold.
Now," she added, "don't get norvous
If it Is an hour or two before I return.
I Bhall be quite safe. Mr. Merry will
come back with mo tonight, I know.
Have everything as cozy nnd cheerful
as possible. And Jason I've got
my key. I'll ring when I want you.
Don't bother about opening the door."
Tho girl's Intuition told her that Mar-
ry might have fallen to such low es
tate that it would hurt for even the
old servant to see him. Tho negro
understood.
"I know, missy, I'll do des ez yo' say
but fo' de Lawd's sake do take care
ob yo'se'f. What could I say to Marse
Enoch If anyt'lng happened to missy?"
"Nothing's going to happen, good
old Jason," cried the girl, as sho ran
down the steps.
The officer was waiting at tho cor
ner. He beckoned tho cabman to pull
up where an electric light would not
shine into the carriage, then he
stopped for a mlnuto at tho window.
"I'll stay near by and keep my eye
on you. When you see your party,
signal mo. I'll give your cabby the
order, and he can drive around a
block or two and take you up Tenth
street Then slip out and get your
your friend that way. There ain't no
chanco of him seeing you come up be
hind, as he would if you crossed the
street."
"Has the bread line begun to gather
yet?" she asked.
"Hardly, ma'am. There's a few
stragglers hangln' round. Them that
como first get the first chancn. nr
course, only It's a nasty night to wail
outdoors with an empty stomach."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
enjoys the Dower of life nnddfnth
over every ono of his subjects.
Tho game has reduced the girth of
the ameer nnd Improved his health,
but he Is afraid of overdoing It. eo at
his winter capital he is having built n
miniature links de luxe, limited in size
nnd as smooth as a tennis lawn. Here
he will play the game without any of
the bunkers or hazards usually pro
vided by the ordinary course.
What She Didn't Understand.
"Hero's a curious Item, Joshua!" ex
claimed Mrs. Lemlugton, spreading
out tho Blllevlllo Mirror in her ample
lap. "The Nellie E. Williams of
Gloucester reports that she saw two
whales, a cow and a calf, floating off
Cape Cod tho day before yesterday."
"Well, ma," replied old Mr. Lomlng
ton, "what's tho matter with that?"
"Why, It's all right about the two
whales, Joshua, but what bothers me
Is how the cow nnd calf got way out
there."
Effect of Colors.
Tho s,tout woman should know that
yellow increasos hor natural slzo.
Satin also makes her look blggur
Blue Is a slightly enlarging tono;
white la stationary. Black, seal brown,
navy blue nnd the deepest of crlni
boiib are all tones that make tho wear
oMotfk Bltiumor.
Policeman Is Taken Prisoner by a Lively Cow
CddSmTed0 'I8 BPOtd CW Wlth "Wtatton pled horn,
the DetroU avenie atat.nn hTbT0 Cnptured Patrolman Chambers ol
tuo Detroit avenue station the other day nnd bound him so tightly that It
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i., . .x. . slammed on her, Chambers drew a
ong breath and began to take inventory of tho three hundred odd bones
In his anatomy.
"Strange," ho muttered in a dazed voice. "I was suro some of them
must be broken."
Tho cow, which belongs to W. H. Ford, tired of her pasture and started
to hunt a new one early in the morning. She pulled up the stake to which
her chain was attached and started. At tho Nell terrace tho green lawn of
the court nttracted hr and she tarried long enough to get all tangled up in
the chain. Her half-strangled groans and "moolngs" awoke every ono In
the terrace and someone called Patrolman Chambers. With soft words ho
tried to calm tho frightenod cow, but failed. She caught him between &
treo and herself and proceeded to wind tho chain around him. Chamber
yelled for help. ,
The cow then decided to Investigate Detroit avenuo to the eastward and
she took Chambers along. Through lawns and ovor flower beds she wont
until tho station house was reached at about seven o'clock. The day and
night forces wero Just changing and between tho two Chambers' prisoner
was subdued.
Buys Meal for a Wayfarer; Lacks Cash to Pay
NEW YORK. A story is being told of an experience of a wealthy bachelor,
a member of a very old New York family, who takes a great deal of inter
est In charitable work, and who does a lot of investigating on his own account.
Some time ago he was walking on
ono or the streets of tho lowest East
side -when he was accosted by a way
farer whose whole appearanco indi
cated the depths of misfortune and
misery. Tho tramp said ho wanted
the price of something to eat The
millionaire looked him over.
"I won't give you any money," ho
said, "but I'll be glad to buy you a
good square meal."
Tho millionaire was very plainly
dressed, and thn othnr. nftnr InoVln..
him regretfully oyer, agreed to become his guest They turned into a res
taurant in the vicinity, and the host let the man order what h wanted. Hy
himself ordered a meal and ate.
When It waB finished, the millionaire called for his check. When ltl
came, ho felt in his pockets. Not a cent did he havo. It was an embarrasa
Ing moment but he sought to explain to the waiter.
- .. "Nal ' hat,8tuff, oes hero; we got too much o' that kind of conver-i
satlon. tho attendant informed him. "You pays that check Bee!"
The man from uptown called for tho manager, and sought to explain the)
situation, but the manager, too, happened to be from Missouri.
When tho millionaire was arguing with the manager, and protesting that
he would pay the bill if time was jlven him, he was surprised by a loud'
guffaw from the tramp across tho table.
"Bo," cried that worthy, leaning over and putting out his hand, "youl
certainly put one over on me. I never knnw nnvtwiv ,.t i m. . '
Why, I had no idea you were one of us. HI pay the check," and he did.1
producing a sum that was much more than sufficient
House Lined With Honey Found in Southern City
MOBILE, ALA. Mobile has a real, sure-enough "honey" residence. It 1
at the corner of Kentucky and Marino streets, and carpenters say thatl
tho walls are practically Interlined with honey. Several weeks ago the floor-i
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.canea tnat about nvo years ago While
she was living in the house she had a large flower garden In the yard and
that It attracted a colony of bees to the place. '
When the flowers wore removed tho bees also disappeared. Tho honey-i
makers had discovered tCa abandoned water spout and through this theyi
gained access to the walls and beneath tho weatberboardlng they proceeded,
to make pound after pound of honey.
A carpenter wns summoned and on the orders of tho owner he cut a hole
in the sldo of tho house and attempted to smoke the bees out For hlsi
trouble he was stung several times. Between twenty-five and thirty pounda
of honey was found near tho hole, and this was removed, but it Is believed'
that soveral hundred pounds must be in other parts of the walls.
Tho carpenters are of tho opinion that a dozen or more colonies of bees'
Inhabit the Gray homo. '
Mastodon Hog Weighs 1,000 Pounds on the Hoof
BALTIMORE, MD. One hog. 1,000 pounds on the hoof. H. F. Martin 'of
Hampstead, In the Fifteenth dUtrlct of Baltimore county, sold an animal'
of this weight, says the Sun, to H. F Sharrer, a butcher of Hempstead. It)
war flvn vAnrn nlri. Parlflllv nnd hv
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several oiner cnaracionsucs, u ic-oxea
ilka the verisimilitude of the swine
tribe, bu.t it had the bulk of a horse
of a largo horse. Seeing it move
across the field on u moonless night
gave ono tho apprehension that the
banshees or fairies were moving a
haystack.
Only now that the western winds
have como along does Farmer Martin
realize uiu inraiuaDie Doon ne lost
when he nartad with thn ntn...0
puerco. Staked on the windward side of tho Martin homestead, not a ripple
of air could reach the unrepaired roof; no whining, convulsivo sobs could be
wrung from the froe and easy weatherboarding. ,
It might havo been that C. P., hog, pig, swtne call it .what you will, for,
thero doeBnt seem to be any Latin or Daclan designation adequate to em
brace the animal's maaslvlty and projection into the circumambient atmoBpherei
aa before said, perhaps It was because the animal's appetite was built alone
the lines of Its displacement or because of the luring offer of nine conta '
pound "dressed." that Mr. Martin sold lt-at any rate. Mr. Sharrer god
tho hog. "
The carcass dressed down to 798 pounds not, for which Mr Martin rcw
celvod the monetary equivalent of $71.82.
Praise.
Eplctetus, tho philosopher, was
lame. When ho was a young mnn
his master had twisted his leg until
It broke. Eplctetus writes: "Do you
think that because my soul happens
to havo ono little lamo log' that I am
to find fault with God's universe?
Ought wo not when we dig, when wo
plow, and when wo cat, to sing this
hymn to God, because ho has given
us theso lmploments wheroby wo may
till tho soil? , . . What else can I
do, who am a lamo old man, oxcept
Bing praises to God?"
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uwuirea tuo united efforts of every
person living In Nell terrace, West
Elghty-nlnth street nnd Detroit ave
nue, to froo him. Then sho started
off down the street with him hanging
to tho end of a chain and flopping
like the tall of a kite.
At the "moolngs" of tho cow nnd
the yells of Chambers all tho men at
the Detroit avenue station rushed out
nnd mdnaged to corral her in Andrew
Hartwell'B livery stable. As the door
mg in tne attic of the building, now
occupied by Mr. and Mrs. B. H. Gray,
and owned 'by Mrs. Annie B. .Fields,'
began to show unmistakable signs ofl
rotting, nlthough it was far from tho,
ground. Boforo tho floor was taken
up, honey began to nppear through1
the boards, and despite efforts to mop)
the sticky stuff' up, it continued toj
appear.
Mrs. Fields wae notified and after
being told about tho honey she re-i
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A Great Rellnf.
"Say, old man, you're looking a hun-.
drod per cent bettor than you did a
year ago." "I was worrying about
my debts thon." "All paid now, eh?"
"No; but thoy havo grown so that l
know thero is no uso trying to pay
them. I tell you it's a great load offi
my mind."
A Rejection.
Knlck Did you lay your heart at;
her feet?
Knack Yes; nnd sho stubbed hay
too over It walking away, Judge,
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