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Story of Francis Cludde
A Romance of Queen Mary's Reign.
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN.
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CHAPTER V.—CONTINUED.
He had only gone a few yards wher
f heard him cry out. The next Instant
•Imoat running against him myself. 1
saw what had happened The womer
(had craftily lain In wait for him In th«
little court Into which the street ran
•nd had caught him as neatly as could
be. When I came upon them, the taller
woman was standing at bay, with a
passion thal was almost fury In her
poay aad gesture. Her face, from
which u>e hood of a coarse cloak had
tUtorn back, was pale with anger. Her
(ray eyes flashed. Her teeth glimmered.
Oeetn« her thus, and seeing the bur
4cn she carried under her cloak, which
tnsttnrt told me was her child, I
thought or a tigress brought to bay.
'Tan lying knave!” she hissed. "You
Jadaa!”
Thai man recelled a couple of paces
and He recoiling nearly touched me.
“Wlmt would youT' she continued.
•What do you want? What would you
■do? You have been paid to ,go. Go,
ao<f leave us.”
“1 dare not,” he muttered, keeping
•way from her aa if he dreaded a blow,
die looked a woman who could deal
% blow, a woman who could both love
and hate fiercely and openly—as proud
aad frank and haughty a lady as I
bad over seen In my life “I dare not."
be mattered sullenly. “I have my or
der*”
“ObJ” she cried with scorn. “Tou
ban jrnr orders, have you? The murder
Is out. Bat from whom sirrah ? Whose
ardtexe are te supersede mine? I would
■lac Harry were alive, and I would
have you whipped to Tyburn. Speak,
irogue. Who bade you follow me?”
Hr shook his head.
■ho looked about her wildly, passlon
- airly, aad T saw that she was at her
srttaT end what to do or how to escape
bhm Bat she was a woman. When
she asset spoke there was a marvelous
change ha her. Her face bad grown
■aofL her voice low. "Philip." she said
-gently, “the purse was light. I will
(Ivo you more. I will give you treble
the amount within a few weeks, and I
will thank you on m.v knee^, and my
'husband shall be such a friend lo you
•a yoo have never dreamed of if you
•will only go home and be silent. Only
•that—or better still walk the streets
an hour and then report that you lost
sight of us Think man; think!” she
acted, with energy. "The times may
change. A little more and Wyatt had
been master of London last year. Now
the people are fuller of discontent than
•over, these burnings and torturings,
these Spaniards In the streets—Eng
land will not endure them long. The
timer* Win change. Let us go. and you
wilt have a friend when most you need
Ho shook his head sullenly. "I dare
•tot do It," he said. And ,somehow I
(0t tfco Idea that he was telling the
truth and that it was not the man’s
stubborn nature only that withstood the
bribe and the plea. He spoke as If he
were repeating a lesson and the master
Were present.
When she saw that she could not
ItWVft it toy, t&e anger which I thtnk
Hvate morf naturally to her broke out
* afresh. “You will not, you hound!” she
- cried “Win neither threats nor prom
t toes move Vou ?"
“Neither," He answered doggedly. "I
i. Wave .my «*rders.”
*£» U. had remained a quiet list
ener qjarpllng In the mouth of the lane
craSrih opened upon the court where
they were The women had taken no
notice of me, either because they did
not aee me w because, seeing me. they
.thought Ah ret I was a hanger on of the
man before me. And he. having his
'back to me and his eyes on them,
could not wee me. It was a surprise
>to litre--# very great surprise, I think—
-When I took three steps /forward and
.(ripped him by the scruff of his neck.
“Tou have your orders, have you?”
tl mattered in Ms ear as I shook him
to and fro. while the taller woman
started budk and the younger uttered
.* cry of uiairm at my sudden appear
-aace. “Well you will not obey them.
Do pern ’hear? Tour employer may go
fba»K< You wilt do Just what these
iIuMmi nlMan tA unit nf vein ’’
Me slruggtod an Instant, but be was
■as anfcwittd man. and he could not
■'toosns Che hold which I had secured
*«t my Mistire. Then I noticed his hand
isotaut to hip girdle in a suspicious way.
'“flSfop that," I said, flashing before his
•yes • short, broad blade which had
eat many a deer’s throat In old Arden
fomt “you had better keep quiet or
ft will be the worse for you. Now.
mistress.” 1 continued, “you can dispose
of this little man as you please."
“Who are you" she said after a
ttourp, during which she stared at me
to open astonishment. No doubt 1 was
a wild tonkin* figure.
“A .friend." 1 replied, **Q.r one who
would be .owr*L I saw this fellow fel
low yon, and I followed him. For the
l«M ftoe minutes I have bees listening
to your talk. He was not amenable
to rgnson then, but 1 think he w’.!1
bo now. What shall I do with him:
She smiled faintly, but did not an
ower a once, the coolness and resolu
ttoi with which she had faced him be
toae- failing her now. possibly In sheet
•sbontshnient or because my appear
wince at her side, by removing th*
strain, sapped the strength. “I do no
•mow," she said at length in a vague
■Baled tone.
"Well," I answered, “you are golnf
to the Men wharf, and"
*TOh, you fooJ!" she screamed ou
bod- *T>h, you fool!" she repeatec
bitterly. * Now you have told htn
nil"
I stood confounded. My cheeks burnei
with Mia me. and her look of contemp
cut me like a knife. That the reproaol
yras deserved I knew at once, for th
gnan tn my grasp gave a start, whlcl
proaed that the Information was no
fssr upon him. “Who told you.” th
woman went on. clutching the 'chit
Jealously to her breast, as though sh
saw herself menaced afresh. "Wh
total you about the Hon wharf?"
“Never mind." I answered glnomllj
"1 have made a mistake, but It is eas
to remedy tt.” And 1 took out m
knife again. "Do you go on and leav
tu»"
B hardly know whether I meant m
ehrrat or no. But my prisoner had n
-doubts. He shrieked oi*«Sa wild cr
of flwur which rang rouTjH'Vhe e»pt
•court—anil by a rapid Blew, despa
«lvi»*r 'Win courage, he dashed tli
Bunting knife from my hand. Th
done, be £t1rst flung himself on nv
then tried by a sudden Jerk to fr*
btmeelf. fr. a moment we were dow
on the stones and tumbling over or
•nother in the dih, while he struggle
to reach Ilia knife, which was still I
htn cindlc and I strove to prevent htn
'The fight was sharp, but It lasted ban
Bjr •• minute. When the tlrst effort ■
his deepalir was spent. I came uppe
most, and lie was but a child in m
hands. t’reaently, with my knee t
Mb cheat. I looked up. Tiie worn*
| were still (here The younger clinging j
I to the other.
, "Go' Go!" I cried Impatiently Each
second 1 expected the court to he In
vaded, for the man had screamed more
j than once.
But they hesitated. I had been forced
j to hurt him a little, and he was moan
! Ing piteously. "Who are you?” the eld
er woman asked, she who had spoken
all through.
“Nay. never mind that," I answered.
"Do you go. Go while you can. You
know the way to the wharf.”
“Yes,” she answered. "But I cannot
go and leave him at your mercy. Re
member he Is a man and has"
"He Is a treacherous scoundrel,” I
answered, giving his throat a squeeze,
"but he shall have one more chance.
Listen, sirrah," I continued to the man,
"and stop that noise, or I will knock
out your teetti with my dagger hilt.
Listen and be silent. 1 shall go with
these ladies, and f promise this—If they
are stopped or hindered on their way,
or If evil happens to them at that
wharf, whose name vou had better for
get, It will be the worse fer you. Do
you hear? You will suffer for It,
though there may be a dozen guards
about you. Mind you," L added, "t
have nothing to lose myself, for I am
desperate already."
He vowed, the poor craven, with his
stuttering tongue, that he would be
true and vowed it again and again.
But I saw that his eyes did not meet
mine. They glanced Instead at the
knife blade, and I knew even while I
pretended to trust him that he would
betray us. My real hope lay In his
fears and in this—that as the fugitives
knew the way to the wharf, and it
could not now be far distant, we might
reach it and go on board some vessel—
l had gathered they were tieelng from
Ihe country—before this wretch could
recover himself and get ti>gether a force
to stop us. That was my real hope,
and In that hope only l left him.
We went as fast as the women could
walk. I did not trouble them with ques
tions. Indeed I had myself no more
leisure than enabled me to notice their
general appearance, which was that of
comfortable tradesmens women folk.
Their cloaks and hood® were plainly
fashioned and of coarse stuff, thetr
shoes were thick and no jewel or scrap
of lace peeping out betrayed them. ,
Yet there was something In their car
riage that could not be hidden, some
thing, which to 'iny eye, told tales, so
that minute by minute I became more
sure that tills was really an adven
ture worth pursuing, and that London
had' kept a reward in store for me be
sides its cold stones and inhospitable
streets.
The city was beginning to rouse itself.
As we flitted through the lanes and
alleys which lie between Fheapside and ]
the liver we met many people, chiefly ,
of the lower classes, on their way to
work. Yet in spite of this we had no ,
need to fear observation, for. though
the morning was fully come, with the ,
light had arrived such a thick, choking. ,
yellow fog as I, being for the most
part, country bred, had never exper
ienced. It was so dense and blinding
that we had difficulty In keeping to- *
gether and even hand In hand could
scarcely see one another. In my won
der how my companions found their
way 1 presently failed to notice their
condition and only remarked the .lis- ,
tress and exhaustion which one- of them j
was suffering when she began, notwith
standing ail her efforts, to lag behind.
Then I sprang forward? blaming my- .
self much. "Forgive me," I said. "You
are tired and no wonder. Let me carry
the child, mistress.”
Exhausted as she was, she drew
away from me jealously.
"No. she panted. "We are nearly
there. 1 am better «ow." And she
strained the child closer to her, as
though she feared I might take it from
het by force.
“Well, if you will not trust me." I an
swered. "let your friend carry it f®r a
time, t can see you are tired out."
Through the mist she bent forward
and peered into my face, her eyes
scarcely a foot from mine. The scrut
iny seemed to satisfy her. She drew a
long breath and held out her burden
"No," she said. ”Y#u shall take him.
I will I I'liai irmi "
1 took the little wrapped up thing as
gently as I could "You shall not re
pent It if I can help It, mistress"
"Bertram." she said
Mistress Bertram,"! repeated. "Now
let us get on and lose no time."
A walk of a hundred yards or so
brought us clear of the houses and re
vealed before us. In place of all else,
a yellow curtain of fog. Below this
at our feet, yet apparently a long way
from us. was a strange, pale tine of
shimmering light, which they tol?i me
was the water. At flbst I could hardly
believe this. But. pausing a moment
while my companions whispered to
gether. dull creaklngs and groanlngs
and uncouth shouts and cries, and at
last the regular beat of oars, came to
my ears out of the bank of vapor and
convinced me that we really had the
river before us.
Mtslress Bertram turned to me
abruptly. "Listen.” she said, "and de
cide for yourself, my friend. We are
close to the wharf now. and in a few
minutes shall know our fate. It Is
possible that we may be intercepted at
I this point, and If that happens It will
| he bad for ipe and worse for any one
1 aiding me. You have done us gallant
| service, but you are young, and 1 am
I loath to drag you into perils which
i Jo not belong to you. Take my ad
, vice, then, and leave us now l would
I could rewant you," she added hastily.
[ “but that knave has my purse."
I put the child gently back into her
J arms, "tloodby." she said with more
( feeling. "We thank you. Some day I
; may return to England and have ample
t potter”
; "Not so fast." I answered stiffly.
1 "Did you thlnV It possible, mistress,
? that 1 would desert you now? I gave
j you back the child only becauce It
might hamper me and will be safer
with you. Coma, let us on at once to
v the wharf."
y "You mean it?" she said
e "Of a certainty!" I answered, set
tling my cap on my head with per
y haps a boyish touch of the braggart,
o i At any rate, she did not take me at
y I once at my word, and her thought for
y-1 me touched me the more because I
r i Judged her—l know not exactly why—
e | to be a woman not overprone to think
a of others. "Do not he reckless" she
1 said slowly, her eyes Intently fixed on
e j mine. "1 should be sorry to bring evil
n upon you. You are but a boy."
e "And yet." I answered smiling, "there
d | Is as good as a price upon my head
n ' already. I should be reckless If 1 staid
>. I here. If you will take me with you,
>- let us go. We have loitered too long
if , already."
•- She turned then, asking no questions,
y | but sh“ looked at me from -time to
ii time in a puzzled way. as though she
u thought she ought to know me—as
though r reminded her of some one
Paying little heed to this then, I hur
ried her and her companion down tc
the water, traversing a stretch of fore
shore strewn with piles of wood and
•tacks of barrels and old rotting boats
t.-e tween which the mud lay deep. For
tunately it was high tide and we had
not far to go. In a minute or two I
distinguished the hull of a ship loom
ing large through the fog, and a few
more steps placed us safely on a float
ing raft, on the far side of which the
vessel lay moored.
There was only one man to be seen
lounging on the raft, and the neighbor
hood was quiet. My spirits rose as I
looked round. Is this the Whelp?"
the tall lady asked. I had not heard
the other open her mouth since the
encounter In the court.
"Yes. It Is the Whelp, madam," the
man answered, saluting her and speak
ing formally and with a foreign ac
cent. "You are the lady who Is ex
pected?"
“I am," she answered, with author
ity. "Will you tell the captain that I
desire to sail immediately, without a
moment’s delay ? Do you understand?"
"Well, the tide is going out,” quoth
the sailor dubiously, looking steadily
Inti the fog, which hid the river, "It
has just turned, it Is true. But as to
sailing”
Wile cut him short. “Go, go, man!
Tell vour captain what I say. And
let down a ladder for us to get on
board."
He caught a rope which hung over
the side, and swinging himself up dis
appeared. We stood below listening to
the weird sounds which came off the
water, the creeping and flappfng of
masts and canvas, the whir of wings
Ftnd shrieks of unseen gulls, the dis
tant hail of boatmen. A bell In the city
solemnly toiled eight.
The younger woman shivered. The
elder's foot tapped impatiently on the
planks. Shut In by the yellow walls
)f fog. I experienced a strange sense
->r solitude. It was as ff we three were
alone in the world, we three who hadi
•ome together so strangely.
CHAPTER VI.
We had stood thus for a few mo
rn".its when a harsh voice, hailing u»
r, om above, put an end to our several
houghts and forebodings. We looked
JP. and I saw half a dozen ntghtcapped
teads thust over the bulwarks. A rope
adder came hurtling, down at our feet,
md a man nimbly descending, held It
iglit at the bottom,. "Now, madam "
■te said briskly. They all, 1 noticed
■uui the same foregln accent, yet all
ipoke English, a singularity I did not
inderstantl until I learned later that
he boat was the Lion’s Whelp, trading
>et ween London and Calais and
canned from the later place.
Mistress Bertram ascended quickly
tn'l steadily, holding the baby In her
inns. The other made some demur
ingerlng at the foot of the ladder and
ooking up as If afraid until her
■ompanlon chid her sharply. Then
the, too, went up. but as she passed
tie—I was holding one side of the
adder steady—she shot at me from
tnder her hood a look whichi disturbed,
ne strangely.
It was the first time I, had’ seen, her
'ace. and it was such a face as a man
•nrely forgets, not because of its
icauty, rather because it was a speak
ng face, a strange and expressive one,
vhirh the dark waving ha*r, swelling
u thick clusters upon either temple
leemed to accentuate. The features,
were regular, but, the full ned lip. e*’
epted. rather thin than- shapely. The
lose, too. was prominent. But tho
■yes! The eyes seemed to- glorify tile
lark, flashing eyes, and uhein am lift
teemed to me perpetually t» challenge;
.1 allure and repulse and even to.
toad. Sometimes they were gay... more
ar-ly sad, sometimes soft arid' jgaln
lard as steel. They changed: In a mo
netit as one or another approached
ter. But always at theta .gayest,, there
vas a suspicion of weariness and1
atigue in their depths, on so I though*
a ter.
Something of this flashed tihmougts,
ny mind as l followed her up the
ihle. But once on board I glanced
■ound, forgetting her in the ritawxttv
ny position. The Whelp was decked
’ore and aft only, the blackness anf the
told gaping amidships;, spanned! by a
tarrow gangway, which served no con
tact the two decks. We found our
■elves in the fore part, amid: coils of
■ope and windlasses and water casks,
‘urtounded by half a dozen wild look
tiR sailors wearing blue knitted frocks
md carrying sheath knives at their
rtrdles.
The fore-most and, biggest of these
teemed to be the captain, although, so
far as outward appearances went,
the only difference between him and
bis crew lay In a marline spike which
be wore slung to a thong beside his
knife. When I reached the deck, he
was tolling a tong story to Mistress
Bertram, and telling it very slowly.
But the drift of it I soon gathered.
While the fog lasted he could not
put to sea.
"Nonsense!” cried my masterful
companion, chafing at his slowness of
speech. "Why not? Would it be dan
gerous”"
"Well, madam. It would be danger
ous." he answered, more slowly than
ever. "Yes, It would be dangerous.
And to put to sea in a fog? That is
not seamanship. And your baggage has
not arrived."
fContinumrl Mnvt Wa>L v
Rooster Beats the Octopus.
John Durvosky. living In a little shack
on the right of way of the Great North
ern railway, near South Superior, has not
purchased a pound of coal this fall, nor
does the speedy descent of winter hold any
terrors for him, says the Duluth Herald.
Ho has solved the vexing problem of sup
plying hlfnself with fu$l without cost.
His back fence Is not a good stone's
throw from the car tracks. This led to
hie expense saving device. One day he
happened to notice some of the brake
man heaving chunks of coal at a fleeing
canine. He was selied with an Inspira
tion. He immediately rigged up a stufTed
rooster. The decoy for the flying missiles
from the hands of the brakeman was se
curely tied on the back fence. The roost
er has weathered many a storm of falling
coal, but continue to bring home the
chunks of anthracite ani the nuggets
from the valley of the Lehigh.
Of course. It fhe inanimate rooster were
netcr to tall a victim to the shots of the
brakles some suspicion might attach to
Its being a live one. Once the word was
out that the odd specimen of chlckenhood
on the back fence was not of flesh and
blood, the rain of coal would cease, and
Durvosky would again be beset with the
trials and tribulations that sag at the
purtS of the average citizen, tie has pro
vided tor such ati occurrence.
Attached to the steel reinforced nelthei
Ijmbs of the fowl is a spring. Attached
to this spring Is a little Durvosky, at the
,most opportune moment, when the hail ol
anthracite Is falling thickest. Like the
defaulters of an earthen redoubt, whe
snuggle In holes of the earth, away fron
the bursting sehrapnel. so one of thie little
Durvoskys will lie hi a shelter under the
lee of the fence, and work t-he spring
while the Improvised coal bln is reaping
the harvest of the failing coal.
So, while the average househelder ane
family man scans anxiously the price o
coal and reads with gnashing of teeth o
I the machinations of the coal octopus
Johu Durvosky goes quietly on his way
| confident that the inanimate rooster a::.
1 the tittle Durvoskys have stolen a mate!
{ ott the fuel oomb.natlou.
It was only a question of weeka. pos
I sibly months. You will guess. If yo
read a little way, and the details of th
matter are of small concern to th
world. Still, Tom Morlelgh was fa
from thinking that Drusie was as goo*
as his, although he had read her heart
as he thought, a long way. Like mos
of his gender in such cases, he revellei
for a while In the placid belief tha
when the time came she would be hi
for the asking. The shock of dialilusioi
came when he offered his hand. He
prompt rejection gave him a new' polw
of view in regard lo women, but 1
did not hint for a moment that th'
cause was lost. "It's the old story." h
told himself; "I was too sure.” The In
ctdeilt stirred his sporting blood! am
made him resolve to win her by play
ing a stronger game.
In due season there was a second' pro
posal, and a third came In quick order
Each met with a definite negative
Upon his second sally Drusie bestowet
a charitable smile, and remarked
"Please, Jack, don’t be silly.” The nex
time he tried it she was not so patient
"You seeni'delermlned to spoil our sum
rater," she said, as though she was ac
cutting him of a black conspiracy
1 — " ----
- bounder wins! By Jove! It isn't riglrt
i at all! What in thunder does she sea
* in hlniT" and more of this tenor until
* he drove under his own port-coehere
and threw the reins to his man.
1 A noble grove of pines at the east end
■ of his place was bordered by a lane
1 high hedged with osage. On Its other
1 side stretched the level pasture lands
[ that belonged to Drusle's mother. The
> lane wound Its way to the bay shore,
i and Jack was often seen there In the
' days that followed with a trio of dogs
* frolicking about him It was remark
i able how often he took those dogs for
■ exercise and a bath since the day that
; the maid said Drusle was not In and he
heard the mucker laughing In her
I' drawing room. Usually he kept an eye
■ cocked over the Gralller hedge—one had
to be pretty tall for that—In the hope of
■ seeing, her, for it was In the field she
sauntered' now and then, when the cows
were dining somewhere else.
I Had he looked todayas usual hewould
have saved' Drusie a blgjscare, But their
engagement would not have been an
nounced s» soon. The cowherd was the
primary cause. He did not see her in
that Held, of course, w'hen he opened
[ the gate and let In the bunch of milk
—
'"'Really, If you persist, there 1b nothing
tor mamma and I but to go to the
(mountains at once. Have you. anry idea
how rude you are?”
One of the tasks a man soon tires
of Is fruitless proposing. Romance and
reality have known many noble- e-xcep
,'tions. Morlplgh was not cut cwait for a
seat in their hall of fame He answered
her last question, too brusquely, of
course, but love and hate are ever wait
ing upon one another. "Have yiau any
idea what a heartless ffilrt you. are?'
were his words, tt was Deusie's ere
for tears, and she took it copiously,
making the while a hurried exit, or
rather an entrance tlirough the French
window. Mot.-leigh remained! standing
o» the veranda a moment, and. thanks
t* his changing point of view, took new
heart. He began to- pat himself for his
keen penetration.
'•Those tears are alt right." he said,
gleefully, i'll have another go.” The
da,y came,, and he looked In at ^'Elnt
wbod," b«t the maid, with'blighting,
alacrity, announced that Miss Orailier
was not in. As she said It, a man's
laugh that he knew well and detested
plagued his ear. It came loudly, ag
gressively, It seemed to him. from the
dining room. "Even that mucker would
not sit aria guffaw to himself,” he
reasoned. "Of course she’s with hS»i."
Despite the new eyes with which he
had begun to survey womankind, the
outlook seemed serious, even hopeless.
He climbed into his trap and drove
down the avenue of elms, convinced
that he was cast for the role of one
who had loved and lost. "And that
FINDER OF 1S ASTEROIDS.
Patient Setting of Photographic Traps
to Catch the Unwonted Visitors.
From the Boston Post.
Or.e of the most successful discover
ers of asteroids in America is a young
astronomer who has graduated but
eight years ago from Amherst college,
and is now Instructor and serving as
tronomer of Princeton university. He
Is Raymond Smith Dugan, of Mon
tague, Mass., who has the fame of
finding no less than fifteen aster
oids.
Most people would Imagine that this
infers principally good eyesight and
ability to sit out in cold observa
tories on dark nights. In ambush for
any hapless asteroids that might be
Incautiously loflng about.
But as such work Is so largely done
by photography, the successful aster
oid pursuer wins through patience and
a good head for mathematics. It is
a matter of patie t setting of photo
graphic traps to catch unwonted vis
itors among the heavenly company,
snd a long search through these pic
tures after a'ny Intruders that may
h^T? wandered In.
Then there conies the Interminable
calculation of orbits to determine
whether the new-comer Is some pre
vious acquaintance or an untagged
stranger, though this may not be done
by the observer.
Mr. Dugan took a B. A. at Amherst
college in 1899. an M. A. at the same
institution in 1902, atd from 1899' to
1902 he was acting director of the ob
servatory at the Syrian Protestant
college at Beirut. Syria. He then be
came first assistant astronomer ut
the grand ducal astro-physical obser
vatory at Konlg?tuhl. Heidelberg, tak
ing the .degree of Ph. D. at Heidelberg
university in 1905. Mr. Dugan was al
so In charge of the photographic work
-for the Dick eclipse expeaitton to Spall
in 1905.
The name Montague given the as
' teroid for Mr, Dugan's home, lias re
--— — *
givers: but the cows saw Drusie, and
straightway approached to make her
acquaintance. This happened at about
the moment that Drusie heard the bark
of Jack's dogs, and knew that the mas
ter was near at hand. The gray noses
and swishing tails came nearer and
nearer, and she pressed closer to the
hedge, moving along with the frisking
barkers on the other side. She could
see him now and again through a nar
row opening in the sage, and it was
good to know that he was there. Pres
ently one of the bold Jerseys was walk
ing beside her and his tall almost
brushed her back. This was her cue
toi call for help, even upon a man who
had bored her with his silly proposals.
“Jack!” she cried. He started and.
caught a glimpse of her Use skirts be
tween the hedge rifts. “Jack:" came
her voice again. "I am—1 am at home
today. Won’t you look in—Jump in—
,over the hedge—quick—I’ve something
to tell you.”
It was an impossible leap, but there
are more things than locksmiths that
love laughs at. One Is a hedge fence
when the man is determined and is not
afraid of tom clothes and a scratched
face. The dogs managed to dash
through with him. peil-mell. and had a
fine chase after the Jersey, who took
to her heels at this rude Interruption of
her friendly tete-a-tete with the maid.
Somehow, their engagement Was under
stood from that moment, and lie did
not have to bore her by proposing. So
you were right in guessing from the
way Drusie carried on at the outset
that it was only a matter of time—and
golden opportunity.
eently been submitted to the Reciiiu
I stttut in Berlin, where the very la
J borious asteroid computations are
| /argely done, and has passed without
objection. The celestial Montague is
1 about fifteen miles in diameter, and its
force of gravity, as Mr. Dugan re
marks, is not sufHeient1'for the inhabi
tants to feel sure of staying ou the
ground If a slight breeze is blowing.
Every fifteen months It becomes visible
to the larger telescopes for three or
four months at a time, as a faint star
of the twelfth magnitude. Its orbit
hag a radius of 238 miles; and It ambles
about the sun about once in four years.
Tableau With a Moral.
Dr. Albert E. Palmer, who won the blue
ribbon at the recent Chicago Husband
show, was talking to a reporter about mar
riage.
"Marriage will grow happier,” said Dr.
Palmer, "as men learn to regard it more
unselfishly. Men are still too /much like
the savage. They still inclipeao consider
their wives too much In the light of serv
ants.
"Why, not long ago at the seashore, do
you know what 1 saw? I saw a little
tableau that revealed lo me in miniature
the chiefvcause of unhappy marriagea.
“A little boy and a little girl were dig
ging In the white sand with toy spadea
and buckets. The little boy laid down his
tools and said:
•’ ’Clara, do you want to be mv wife?’
“ ’Yes.’ said the little girl, with a happy
smllu.
"The boy sat down on the sand and put
up {his feet towards her
•'Then,’ he said gruffly, take ofT my
shoes and stockings.’ ”
Perhaps the reason a woman is con
tinually looktoig in a mirror is because
she wants to see herself as others sea
her.
There has 1/ebn a revival of the
whaling lndustiy. A few years ago me
annual death had dwindled to ISO.
. . 1
A Matter of High Politioa.
London Tribune: One of the wittiest
of Krigllsh peers Is Lord Longford, and
he has also earned the reputation of
being one of the worst dressed, in
spite of the fact that for 20 years ho
lias been in the Second Life guards.
The story goes that a friend one*
met him in Ireland garbed in a pair of
continuations which were not on speak
ing terms with his boots, and chaffed
him mercilessly about the ".lucid in
terval" that occurred between them.
But ‘Tommy,” as Lord Longford is
known to his intimates, In nowise dls
j concerted, blandly explained that it wa»
really a matter of high politics.
“You see, my dear fellow, the breech-'
es were made by a tailor who Is a
rampant Orangeman, while the boots
are the achievement of a Fenian cob
bler so how can you expect ’em t»
meet T”
The Gypsy.
Oh, she was most precious, as the Wind's'
seif whs fair.
What did l give her when I had her
on my knee? i
Red kisses for her coral lips and a red!
comb for her hair.
She took my gifts, she took my heart*
and fled away from me.
Oh. but she was fanciful. She found a
savage mate;
He scorned her, ho spurned* her, he drove*
her from his door.
She cuddled in his ingle nook and laughed1
at all his hate.
She took his curses, took hla blows, and,
never left him more.
—Helen Hay Whitney, in (he April Metrw-i
poll tan magazine.
Consoled th<? Dying BrU.
New York Times: One of Phlladet-.
phia’s most prominent Episeopaliao!
rectors was summoned to a hispital re-.
eently to console a man who had beeai
Injured fatally. The clergyman was de-1
iayed. and when he reached, the ho*-*
pital the man had died..
“Too bad, sir,” explained the dead[
man’s friend. Mill’s dead, sir, but l!
guess It's all right, sLr, X gave him cob-|
solatlon.”
' You did?” inquired the clergyman.,
in astonishment. "How did you glv»!
l»im consolation?"
“Ah,” replied the man, “Bill says t»
me says hfe, ‘Jim, Pm going to die.'
’I guess you are,’ says I. ’J’ve been a,
very bad man, Jim,’ says he. ’That’*,
what you have been,. Bill,’ says t. ‘1
guess, Jim,’ says he. ’I’ll not go up
there.- says he pointing up. ’Ah, Bill.
I guess you won’t,’ says 1. ‘Jim, saya
he. 1 guess—I guess I’ll go down.'*
’Yes, Bill,’ says X, ‘I guess that’s wher*.
you’ll go, and you’re lucky that you'v*;
got some place- to go at all.’ ”
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