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THE VOICE OF
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(Die vol co of tlio wind tins spoken; has not your spirit beard?
Out of the night a whisper, out of tho dusk a word.
Onco It seemed to bo sorrow ouly It crooning told,
feorrow and helpless longing and memories manifold.
But now, when I wnkc and listen, I henr n lovelier strain,
A. crying of "Itlso and follow; Uio quest shall not bo vain."
'A murmur of "Trust and conquer," dearer than words can tell,
Is tho answer that meets our longing, In the laud whero all la well.
Bo when tho wind comes calling by night about your caves,
Bay not that always, only, for somo lost hope It grieves.
But boar tho whispered tidings
And catch, beneath tho sighing,
Independent.
LOVE IN A
INGE he had obtained bis degree
In RCionco and an appointment.
Stephen -Portway had determined
to leave bis poor lodgings In Soho; but
lie still delayed. At first ho was not
frank, even to himself. Uut at length
lie had to confess to the dark of u
Sleepless night that n woman held him
n woman to whom ho had never
spoken except with tho commonplace
(greetings of tho day.
She was French, sho called herself
Mademoiselle Lcmolnc, was, perhaps.
24 years of ago, and sho lived nlono
tn n room on the opposite sldo of the
landing beforo his door. She appear
d to bo very poor, very proud, and
Tory solitary. Tho landlord, n little
Swiss watchmaker, would shako his
bend to Stephen's guarded Inquiries.
M to how sho llvod. Ho ouly knew
that she gnro French lessons at one or
two schools In tho suburbs.
Without thinking, Stephen had got
to wait for her going out in tho morn
ing, so that ho could greet her when
passing. In the ovenlng, too, when ho
Beard tho light footsteps coming up the
stairs, ho would carolessly begin de
scending, so ns to look Into the tired,
'fnlct eyes and hear tho soft voice nn
tarcr his salutation. Hut nt last he be
icsroe nwnro that his comings-lu and
goings-out were but shadowings of her
soovemonts, and In shamo he put re
straint upon himself. For some mls
crablo days, therefore, ho still listened
for her footsteps, but foroboro to en
counter her. But when, at tho end of
that time, ho found lie had not seen
fcer face for a week, be threw self-control
to' tho winds and watched to meet
tier.
Ho was surprised and stirred at the
ichnngo bo saw lu her face. Once there
Iliad scorned to bo the possibility of
tardiness and coquetry, but now It was
pnlo and gaunt, and In her eyes were
fever nnd a great trouble Ho could
not bo deceived; whatever was her
mental anguish, ho know there was a
meaner, a grimmer despair beneath it
all sho lacked food. All the evening
and long Into tho night he asked him
self what ho could do to approach her.
Onco bo would Ucrcely resolvo to go
Ho her to-morrow and bluntly offer her
Ibclp and friendliness; next moment,
)ko would enrage against tho suspicious
I conventions that wero reared ahov.t
itncm.
Next day was Saturday. Sho did
iot appear in the morning, and he
Stent llstlossly to his work. Reaching
homo quickly In tho afternoon, ho sat
la bis room, near tho door, and listened
for her. Somo tlmo elapsed; he was in
great dlsqulot, wondering what might
;fcavo hupponed to her. Suddenly tho
inlet stsps sounded on the stairs be
low, and seizing bis hat, he strolled,
.whistling, out of the room. She was
coming up tho stairs with a buskct on
her arm, and, at tho sight of the Avearl
Bcss In her faco and tho frailty in her
tgurc, ho felt Impelled to speak to her
tenderly. As sho looked at him witli
shining, feverish eyes, ho thought that
for a moment sho seemed shaken bo
fore his gneo, and she hosltnted lu her
reply to his groctlug; then she respond
ed and passed on with her usual dis
tant bearing. As sho wont by, ho
. glanced at the basket, A cloth was
vcr something within It, and, for the
moment, ho was glad and then half
sorry with the thought that sho wiw
aot In such dtrc straits as ho had Im
agined. As sho placed hor foot on the
stair, ho saw tho cloth was pullod
saldo at one plnco und a pleco of char
coal jutted up. Ho descended, feeling
pleased to think she was going to cook
something over her stove.
In another ten minutes ho came
sounding Into tho house and up the
stairs. Half way toward tho Museum
a terrlblo suspicion had ontnrcd his
wind; perhaps she meant to destroy
fcerselfl Ho stood on Uio landing and
looked nt bor door. It was closed. Ho
'listened, but no noiso camo from tho
nam, Ho tried to think of an excuse
fir knocking and speaking; then, hap
pening to cast his cyo to tho top of the
door, bo caught sight of a piece of
blanket Jammed between It and tho
ttane.
Qaiokly befit; uu Mgfet came
jSSg
THE WIND.
of countries love has known,
Joy's endless undertone.
GARRET
through the keyhole, and at tho bot
tom of tho door ilanncl wus thrust. lie
knocked with restrained force, the
blood beating thickly nt his heart A
slight movement came from within the
room, but no reply. Ho knocked again
and called, "Mademoiselle!"
Then her voice answered, In sleepy
tones, "Who Is It?"
"It Is I," ho replied. "What nro you
doing with the door blocked up?"
"Go away," said tho girl, drowsily;
"I am all right now. I thank
you."
Ho pushed wildly at tho door, all bis
fears realized, but the lock held.
"Mademoiselle!" he cried, angrily.
"Get up nnd open tho door, or I will
burst it In!" He rollectcd Tor a mo
ment, and then added: "Think the
whole bouse will know!"
Ho heard a movement ns of some
ono slowly rising, nnd groans, "My
head! my head!" 'Jihen a heavy fall
to the lloor. At that, exerting all his
strength, ho struck the lock with his
foot, tho door Hew open, and thick,
whlto smoke, as from n wood fire, curl
ad out toward him. A stove stood In
the middle of the lloor, from which tho
vapor rose, wreathing and twisting.
From the clearness of some part of the
room ho believed the lire had not been
long burning. Quickly lifting the girl
from beside tho bed, he bore her Into
ills own room, where, placing hor on n
couch near the open window, he
douched her head and throat with wat
er. Anxiously ho. watched for signs of
returning consciousness, nnd was on
the point of running for help, when
hor bosom iluttered, tho lips twitched,
and tho eyelids slowly opened. She
gazed Into' his tender eyes for u mo
ment ns if sho did not recognize him;
then, turning, she burst Into passionate
tears.
As her hands leaped to cover her
faco he noticed a wedding ring upon
hor finger.' It had never been there
before.
lie rose from bending beside the
couch and began preparing a meal. Ho
would not look toward her as he went
about tho room, but was conscious of
tho restraint she put upon her weep
ing. In a little while she was silent
and slowly roso from tho couch. Ho
was instautly beside her. She mur
mured Uiat she wished to change her
dress, which was wet. She was trem
bling and seemed very weak. When
lie had helped her into her room, which
wus now cleared of smoke, ho said, a
little brusquely:
"Mademoiselle, you will promise to
do nothing rash again?"
"I will promise you, yes," she said,
almost humbly, her eyes dropping be
fore his.
"Whatever may bo troubling you,"
he wont on, "you can ulwnys depend
on mo to help you."
"Thank you," she replied, with so
quick an emotion In her voice that he
was startled and moved.
As they sat at tea, he tried by cheer
ful talk to bring her mind away from
brooding, and Hfter tho meal she was
betrnyod Into some brightness on see
ing hliu wayh up the tea things nnd
wished, against ills laughing protesta
tions, to do It for him. Suddenly, lu
Uio midst of their almost gay talk, sho
bowune silent, tho face clouded, and
shining drops started from hor eyes.
"1 never dreamed you wero so kind,"
sho said, looking at him, the tears fall
ing down her face. "I always thought
you wero so stem and cold. I palled
you In my mind 'tho man with the
hard oyes.' "
"Oh, but you mustn't trust to ap
pearances!" ho replied, cheerfully.
"I've often thought you were In trou
ble and and hadn't many friends, per
haps." "I hnvo uo friends since my poor
father died, a year ago," she said,
sadly, when sho had wiped her eyes
und could speak quietly, "no had a
concession which ho thought some rich
mon lvoro would pay him for, but thoy
took It and gaye him worthless papers.
When he died, disappointed, I tried to
keep myself. All our friends seemed
to have hidden themselves. I have
Buffered many things but I cannot
starve. It Is so banc It la Intoler
able. Oh, Monsieur, I know you
dcsplso me for being a coward to-day,
but "
"Don't say that," replied Stephen.
"None of us know how weak we may
bo when the time comes. Uut now,
listen! You must begin again. You
must let me lend you some money to
go on with; and we must look about
und see what work you can get Will
you do that?"
She shook her head, putting his offer
from her with n quick forward ges
ture of her hands, which seemed to
him both pretty and pitiable.
"Uut consider," ho said, sternly.
"You've got to do it. What oiso can
you do? Itemember, you've promised
me to do nothing rash again."
Ho looked keenly Into the distressed
eyes which sought to escape his gaze,
i'lty and love moved him nt sight of
her pain.
"Oh," sho said, with trembling voice.,
"I nlmost wish you had not not found
mo to-dnyl" Then, with a sudden
quickness in look and tone, she said.
"How, Monsieur, did you come to sus
pect so soon what I was doing? I
thought you had gone out."
Ills face Hushed before her search
ing eyes, nnd, for tho moment, anger
took him to think she was beyond all
his dreams, which now were revealed
to her. As sho watched his face, her
fine eyes suddenly chilled und looked
down.
"Never mind that now," he said,
brusquely. "You must take my offer.
It will only bo a loan which you can
repay when you have work."
"Thank you, Monsieur," sho replied,
In cold tones. "I will tako the money
ns a loan."
Ho passed some gold to her across
the table, and her face wont proud and
pnllld as sho murmured thanks. Then,
" I !
"l CAN NEVIJlt THANK YOU ENOUGH.
hot at tho thought of what might be
In her mind, he tore a leaf from his
note book, made out nn "I. O. U."
and handed it to her, with his pen.
She signed the paper In silence. To
him tho tlimsy page seemed a wall of
Ico between them that, for his pnrt, he
swore to himself ho would never brenk
down.
Next evening, sho came to tell him
of tho efforts sho had made that day to
obtain wo !:. Her manner wns some
what dlst .ml, with, at the end of their
talk, a checked Hash of warmth. He'
noticed there was now lio ring upon
her flnger, and wondered wlint was her
story. Perhaps, ho thought, bitterly,
when she had gone, she was only one
of the many possible intrigantes of the
French colony, with sordid experiences
bettor left unknown. Uut instantly her
womanliness appealed against his
hardness.
Three weeks passed. He could not
but confess the quiet perseverance
wlUi which sho tramped London
through and through in her efforts to
got work. Sho hnd procured ono or
two pupils, but her ambition was to
obtain somo clerical berth. In this,
however, her lack of business experi
ence seemed to be the great hindrance,
but several of her compatriots had
prom.sed to aid her.
As to Portway, he had soon cast
awny all doubt. For him sho wus
sheer honesty, and dally, In their short
evening talks, the question came to
him How long he could keep the bar
rier of more frlendlluess before him?
Every turn of her Hps and eyes pulled
him to her; every gesture wns the
dearest tiling In life. Outwardly, his
bearing wns that of a friend who,
though Interested In nil she did, was
himself too greatly occupied to give
any but the smallest time to talk.
Ono evening, she met him on the
stairs, her eyes eager, her manner agi
tated. She told him she had at length
obtained a small berth In a commercial
otllce. She was to work at the London
branch for six months, nnd then be
transferred to Paris. In spite of his
quick cheorfulness, her brightness
dulled nt the sadness that came Into
his eyes as she told her news.
He know what ho must do; he must
leave her at once. To feel the time
shorten to tho day when ho should see
her for tho last time would gradunlly
undcrmluo resolution. Uy ono strong
action he could save himself from his
own dlsesleem nnd, perhaps, her scorn.
At tho heart of him he did not know
what to think of her. Sho did not fear
1dm, yet she did not try to draw him.
Her grace and gentleness hid so much
that was bravo and strong that doubt
of her was impossible. Yet, who was
she? Whut was sho? Had that ring
moant anything? Why had she re
moved It?
no hod for some time been able to
tako a vacancy In a laboratory at Liv
erpool, and now made definite arrange
ments for the change. Uy the time
these had been concluded, Mademoi
selle had been ten days In her new
position, nnd the restful mind hnd
quickened grace nnd charm In every
gesture. lie realized that every day
he stayed made it the harder to go
from her.
On the evening thnt ho had deter
mined to toll her of his leaving Lon
don, she stopped nt his door, and, on
entering to his call, he had not the
heart to look up, but returned her
greeting with eyes bent on his book.
After a little bilk, she seemed to think
he wns preoccupied, and ns usual, in
her sensible manner that had always
half-pleased and half-embittered him,
she rose soon ns if to go away.
He looked up quickly.
"Don't go," he said; "I have some
thing to tell you. 1 hnvo got an ap
pointment nt Liverpool and shall be
leaving London In a few days. 1 sup
pose you, too, will be getting new quar
ters soon?"
She went pnlo as she sat, and in her
eyes camo' a look of terror.
"You are leaving Loudon? I I am
very Borry."
"I, too, am sorry," said Portway,
hurriedly; "very sorry; but I think it
Is best for for my prospects as an
analyst."
She nodded her bend, looking nt him
with eyes of sadness. She rose nnd
went to tho door In silence, stopped,
cume bnck to where be stood, and hold
out her hand.
"Monsieur Stephen," sho said, in
low, soft tones, "I cun never thank
you enough for your goodness. You
have been more than a friend to me,
but "
She shook her head sorrowfully, and
her eyes darkened as If with fear. She
dropped his hand, nnd, with a wan
smile, shrugged her shoulders.
"What is It, Mademoiselle?" bo said,
his voice quick.
"I fear myself," she Bald. "I am a
coward." Her face and Ugure seemed
suddenly shadowed In gloom. "Uut, as
you have seen, my friend, there is
something thnt leaps into us French
women when thlng3 nre at their worst,
and It drives us it drives us to "
She made a curious gesture, In which
indifference und despair scorned to be
Hung over a verge.
"Uut this," she said, Instantly
bright, "this is ungrateful talk. You
have put me on a safe road. I thank
you, Mons!eur Stephen. There nre
not many men like you, I fenr. I will
be strong, Hko you. I thnnk you for
your goodness I thank you with all
my poor heart."
Her voice trembled. She would have
caught his bund and taken It to her
Hps, but ho clutched her lingers and
restrained her.
"Marcelle," he said, looking into the
eyes that shone with unshed tears;
"you think I leave my talk half done.
You think I do not care. Uut, Mar
cello, If you care for me and can "
He stammered nnd wns silent; ho
could not frame nil the opposing
thoughts that thronged, nnd, Instead,
ho held her hand, looking nt tho fin
ger on which he had seen the ring. Ho
raised his head and met her eyes, nnd
Instantly complete knowledge seemed
to bridge their minds.
t "I have no one In the world," she
said, her eyes and cheeks aglow. "It
was my fancy to weur my ring that
day, for I thought I soon should see
him thnt I had lost. We had been so
happy for n little while after we were
married, and then ho becume ill and
hud to go awny from me, and I never
saw him again till ho lay dead. That
was four years ngo. Then my fnthor's
ruin came upon us, and, oh, thut little
happy time seems so far away!"
"Do you care enough for me to be
my Avlfe?"
The smiling, flushing faco looked
fondly lu his eyes, nnd then, ns sho
was drawn within his nrms, she said:
"I :ared for you on tho day I told
you that your eyes had looked so hard,
for I saw then how very tender thoy
could be." Henry Gilbert, In Sketch.
Mllllonii Yearly Ibr Golf.
Few people nre nwaro that some
thing Hko fifty million dollars nre
spent yearly on tho game of golf. To
begin with, there nre 87!) golf clubs In
Englnnd, 700 In the United Stntes, 032
lu Scotland, 1JM In Ireland, 43 in
Wnles, and 03 in different pnrts of the
continent. There nre, all told, prob
ably not less than 3,000 organizations
devoted to golf playing.
These clubs, counting their groundi,
buildings and preliminary expense i,
represent a permanent Investment of
VIO.OOO.OOO or ?50,000,000, nnd compar
atively few of them can bo run nt a
yearly expense of less than $5,000.
The average membership of a club Is
about 200 and the average yearly sub
scriptions of these 000.000 golf players
amounts to nearly $20000,000. Each
of tho players Is equipped with nn out
fit thnt costs on an nverngo about $20;
and tho yearly, purchase of golf clqbs,
all over the world, amounts, therefore,
to several millions of dollars.
Wo claim that any one too old to
enjoy a woolly lamb for Christmas is
entirely too old to be Jn the tram a.
SUILT OF BOTTLES.
Unique Bnltcllnjr to a Itcmote Mlalast
Town In Nevada.
In tho remote little mining town efj
Tonopnh, Nov.., thcro Is a dwelling the
walls of which nre mndo of empty
glass bottles laid In mud. Its dimen
sions are 10 by 20 feet, and It Is di
vided Into two rooms. The bottlea
were placed In rows, the bottoms out
ward, the walls being about a foot In;
thickness. . The corners nre of wood'
covored with mud. As ono approaches'
It tho walls suggest n great mass oE
honeycomb, n section of cement side
HOUSE BUILT OP BOTTLES.
walk turned 911 edge or nn lmmcnss
wasps' nest. This architectural frenkj
wns erected by a miner, who used
bottles because other material was
scarce. It Is claimed by the ownen
that his house In winter is the warm
est in Tonopnh. The interior walls
are covored with thick roofing paper,
which adds to the warmth nnd exj
eludes the light, which otherwise would
Hood the Inside of the dwelling.
Tho Sorrows or Sou Gulls.
One who bus no speaking acquaint
ance with sea-gulls would hardly dans
to say they do not suffer when ths.
weather Is bad, but it is Impossible to,
read without a smile the quotation
made by Loudon Answers from n clpj
cular sent out from Whitby, on th
northeast const of Englnnd. A society
has been formed there for the prevent
tlon of sickness among sen-gulls, nn4
for the purpose of bringing cheer ami
comfort to them.
One of the prime objects of the b
clety Is to establish places along thi
coast, where on wet and stormy nlghti
bonfires can be lighted, at which sea
gulls can dry their feathers, and thui
prevent croup, rheumatism and othai
Ills caused by damp.
"Often on n cold, damp afternoon,"
declares the Whitby lady who inspires
the circular, "when walking along thl
cliffs or on the seashore, my heart hni
uched sadly to hear how full of pals;
and how hoarse are the cries emitted
by the gulls, which, dripping wot, nnd
evidently suffering from croup, rheu
matism, sore throat nnd billaehe, fly In
land, their plumage dripping wet, in
vain oudeavor to find warmth and shel
ter. "In my small way I have endeavor
ed to alleviate their sufferings byi
spending a night on the beach, with
a charcoal fire, round which gulls
hnve fluttered all night, evidently ap
preciating the warmth and light."
Another clause In the circular goes
on to sny that, In addition to these
bonfires, shelters are to be established
near by, "wherein food and drink nntt
a constant supply of hot water will
be provided." In the presence of nil
these privileges nnd attractions, the
sea-gulls may decide to change their
habits and live on land.
London' Kojrs Are Costly.
An Ingenious but depressed London
newspaper writer estimates that a re
cent five days' fog inflicted n loss of
?3,750,0C0 upon the metropolis. A
Uritlsh fog statistician declaics that
the gloom costs London $25,000,000
every yenr.
It Is asserted that London burn
more than 150,000,000 cubic feet of g.13
On a foggy day, "enough to supply a
town of no.OOO Inhabitnntis n wbolo
yenr. Extra electric light is consumed
to an extent equal to Its ordinary use,
and oil lamps und cnndles nie used'ln
extraordinary quantities." Trade suf
fers u loss from n London fog which
cannot be estimated.
The following extract from the Lon
don Express seems to have been In
spired by n fog:
"People nre generally too depressed
to buy anything, nnd nppetltes are so
seriously nffected thnt the restaurant
keeper loses much of his profit Places
of entertainment are neglected, busi
ness Is lost through persons falling to
keep appointments, and the courso of
justice is delayed by Into trains and
fog-bound cols."
The only interests benefited by th
gloom nre sbnreholders of the gns ami
electric light compnnles. A fop-gy win
ter Increases dividends 1 per cent.
Bis Now Wliont Ffcfc'H.
Along the International boundary of
the Canadian northwest, twenty yeari
ago, wns nn acreage of 230,000 undei
crop, yielding 1,200,000 bushels 0!
wheat. Now tho acreage is over 4,000,
000, nnd the annual yields 110,000,001
bushels, while population, acreage un
output are augmented nt n rate n!
other country enn nppronoh.
Norwegian's Unique Device.
A Norwegian nnmed John Eggen h
Invented ntf'Hdcfie apparatus for In
dlcutlug thq presence of n school
Hsh In the deep. It consists of a mate
plate aud a microphone in the wnt
connected by wiro with a telephone d
board ship.