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, CHAPTER III.
The boya, us Duke irreverently terms
them, are coming slowly across the urass,
trampling the patient daisies. The
inn has "dropped down" and the
"day is dead," and twilight, coin
ing up, is covering all the land.
A tort of subtle Badness lies on every
thing, except "the boys;" they are evi
ioaefy full of the enjoyment of some joke,
and ar say with smiles.
Mr. Itrowne is especially glad, which
convinces his pretty cousin on the balcony
uat he bail been the perpetrator of the
"good thing" just recorded. At her voice
both kv and his companion start, ami
logr. rstisiiix his eyes, meets hers, lie
It a tall, slight young man, handsome, iu
doleut, with dark eyes, and a dark mus
tache, and a very expressive mouth. Dicky
U distinctly different. He is a little short,
ad h litUe stout, and a little a very lit
tle good lirtjkinj;. At least, he Is beaming
Kith bouhomie, and that goes a long wity
with most people, lie seems now rather
taken by Dulce's Hpeech, and says:
v "N'u Has she really come?" in a loud
voice, bat is cheery and comfortable to
the last degree, lie can't see I'ortia, as
she in tiling down, and is iuite hidden
from v rw by the trailing roses. "Is she
yu faocy painted herr" is she 'lovely
fcnd dsiiiift?' goes on Mr. Krowne, gaily,
though seeking information.
''Meiin.fiijH are always overrated," says
Boger. svntentiousiy, in au even louder
Voice- indeed, at the very top of his strong
jrw.,.' lungs "just tell somebody that
somebody else thinks so-and-so fit to pose
15 and the thing is done, and so-
snd-tu. iwvV.fi a beauty on the spot! I
ay, Dulce, I bet you anything she is as
riiiu.irr as you please, from the crown
f her head to the sole of her foot!"
. 'l Clit't follow up that bet," says Dulce,
""who. Si changed her position so as effee
tftaflj u uuncvaj I'ortia from view; and
wilo evidently deriving intense joy from
situation, "because I have only seen
W tme and ber hands and they to say
K? leojit are passable!"
"Passable! 1 told you soT says Roger,
yralug to Iicky Browne with fine dis
ist. "Is she aesthetic?"
"No."
"Fastr" asks Dicky, anxiously.
"No."
"St-ipid dull impossible 7"
"re-no-no r
"1 thank my stars," says Dicky
Browne, devoutly.
"She has two eyes and a very remark
able nose," says Miss Blount, with a nod.
"Celestial or Roman?" demands Roger,
lazily.
At this moaient they reach he balcony,
ad Dulce says, blandly, apropos of Rog
er's last remark:
"Perhaps if yon ask her that question,
u she is here, she will answer you her-
elf."
Sue waves her baud toward I'ortia. Por
tia rises and comes a step forward, all
er soft draperies making a soft fron
fron upon the stone flooring; and then
there is a good deal of consternation, and
a tableau generally.
"I'm sure I beg your pardon," says
Roger, when breath returns to him, cast
tag an annihilating glance at Dulce, who
eatcbes it deftly, plays with it a moment,
and then flings it carelessly over the bal
cony into the rising mist and night
"Whatever yoo beg you shall have,"
ays Portia, coming nearer to him and
aohlicg oat a slim, white band. "How
Vye do, Roger?"
"It i qnite too good of you to forgive
me so soon," says that young man, press
ing with deep gratitude the slim, friendly
hand. "It was beastly mean of Dulce;
be might have told us," this with an
titer glance, meant to wither, at that
mischievous maiden, who rather revels in
bei guilt "My only apology is that I
didn't know yon had never seen you, or
1 could not so have expressed myself.."
"Miss Vibart Mr. Browne," says Hog
r, seriously.
Bat at this Dicky forgets himself, and
aV-iM uigulty to the winds.
"&hr 'tiled yoo Roger. I'm as much her
eousm as ever you were!" he says, In
dignantly. "Mr. Browne, indeed!"
At this both girls laughed merrily, and
a, after a bit, doe Dicky himself, to
wheat soul th mildest mirth la an ever
lasting joy.
"I am then to call you Dicky V asks
rortfc, smlllnf, and lifting her eye as
thoaga balf-reloctantly to bis; she has
toil entered Into the spirit of the thing.
It kas Ita charm, this lowered ton.
Dicky give In to it; and metaphorically
peaking Instantly prostrates himself at
Uhm Vibart's feet
"Any rhsnc of dinner to-night?" says
a cheery old rote behind them, and turn
mil, they see Sir Chrktopher sUndlng
haaid the open window of the drawing
smiling won them with the utmost
etngalty. Portia lays her band upon his
ma and, foifewed by th others (who
tM plaialy narreliag la warm, if
wMd. faahloa) goo tat grand old
takag roMB. Bogwr takaa O foot of the
tate; Dicky Matt hhatMlf nTt to Portia ;
kalce, as she alwafl turn when no for-
jga gaMrt arc praoaat, SMta herself near
otcfe Chrartophar.
Oaw phMa, horrr. b snpty; by right
Ita. agar': who, ascopt when Fabian is
kwMt, narar alta at the taut f th table,
lit Carifahw taawa a Ittla, grow
rz'ym4, td fmally aaa anaaaily:
"Whvra to raMaar
"Bo ana a ana dacha, daar," aayi Doles,
sjsjsjr. "H hijis w wW all excaa klas
asaailaWr Partta."
wsabJ ka asMar km than atoplag
U Ma awa aaaam aaya Ckr Ckrlatapaw,
f a saw ataa Da afMta ara artdnUy
t ftMfit mt grwira taaVd. snd
' k e
less frequent, and presently dies away al
together. Every one makes a noble ef
fort at conversation, and every one, ufter
a bit, breaks down igtiomiiiioiisiy aal
looks at his or her fish, us though in it
lies some hidden charm. Dicky I'.rowne
alone remains unirnpresied by the gloom
of the MiriollInlill"S.
"Tell you what I s;tw to-day," be siiyt,
airily, "Boer. That clergyman fellow,
you know, who married that annoying girl
w ho UM-d to be always at ( .'lietw -node. I
spent half an hour with him in the lli,'li
street, just opjosite the club."
"How you must have enjoyed yourself!"
sajs Roger, feelingly. "How 1 wish I
could have put myself in your place ut
that moment."
A -toss the table come the dreamy sighs
of uif."lit. and sink into Portia's heart, as
she sits silent, pleased, listening to all
around, yet a little grieved iu that ber
host is strangely silent, too, and looks as
one might who is striving to bear the
sound of a distant footstep, that comes
not ever.
Sir Christopher, once roused, chatters
on ceaselessly about the old days when he
and Charlei Vibart, ber father, were boys
together, and before pretty Clara Blount
fell in love with Vibart and married him.
And I'ortia listens dreamily, and gazing
through the open window lets part of the
music ut the scene outside sink into bis
ancient '.ales, and feels a great longing
rise within ber to get up and go out into
the mystic moonbeams, and bathe her
j tired hands and forehead in their cool
! rays.
"What is that faint streak of white I
see out there, through and beyond the
branches?" she asks softly.
"Our lake," say Dulce, half turning
her head in its direction.
"I should like to go to it," says Portia,
with unusual animation.
"Then you shall," says Dulce, rising:
"have ytu had enough strawberries? Ye.
Will you not finish your wine? No. Come
with iik, then, and the boys may follow
us when tliey can tear themselves away
from their claret.'" This, with a scorn
ful glance at Roger, who returns it gen
ercotrly. "I shall And it 7ery easy to tear myself
away to night" he says, bent on revenge,
and smiling tenderly at Portia.
"So!" says Dulce, with a shrug and a
little laugh that reduces his attempt at
scorn to a puerile effort unworthy of no
tice; "a compliment to you, Portia; and
the other thing to me. We thank you,
Roger. Come." She lays ber baud on
Portia's and draws her toward the wiu
dow. Passing by Uncle Christopher's
chair she lets ber fingers fall upon his
shoulder and wander across it, so as just
to touch his neck, with a caressing move
ment. Then she steps out on to the veran
da, followed by Portia, and both girls run
ning down the stone steps are soon lost to
sight amongst the flowers. j
CHAPTER IV.
Past the roses, past the fragrant mig
nonette tbey go, the moon's soft radiance
rendering still more fair the whiteness of
their rounded arms. Dulce, plucking some
pale blossom, lifts it to ber lips, and kisses
it lightly. Portia, drawing a deep breath
of intense satisfaction, stands quite still,
and, letting ber clasped hands fall loosely
before her, contemplates the perfect scene
in mute delight. Presently, however, she
shivers; a passing breeze has cast a chill
upon her.
"Ah! you are cold," says Dulce, anx
iously, "how thoughtless I am! yes, you
are 'iuite pale."
"Am 1?" says Portia. "It was the
standing here, I fancy. India gave me
bad habits. Every silly little wind strikes
a chill to cr.Start"
"I t-hall k you a shawl in no time,"
says Dulcinea; "but keep walking up and
down while I am away, so as to keep your
blood warm."
Portia, left aloDe, walks slowly along
the graveled path, and, pushing aside
some low-lying branches of a heavily
scented shrub, finds herself face to face
with a tall young man, who, apparently,
U as lost in wonder at her appearance as
she is at his.
"I beg your pardon," say the stranger,
hastily. "I am afraid I have frightened
you. But really, It waa all the fault of
the moon."
His voice la reassuring, and Portia,
drawing her breath more freely, feels just
a little ashamed of her momentary terror.
"I am not frightened now," she says,
with so upward glauce, trying to read,
through the darkness, the face of biin she
addresses. Portia, gazing at blio with in
terest, tells beraelf that year of mental
suffering could alone have produced the
hard lines round the Hp and the weari
ness iu the eye. Hbe ha no time for
further speculation, however, and goes ou
quickly: "It was more than foolish of
me; but I quite forgot, I" with some un
certainty "should have remembered."
"What did you forget? and what should
you have remembered?"
"I forgot that burglars do not, a a rule,
I suppose, go about In evening clothes;
and should have remembered" with
smile "that there wa yet another cousin
to whom I bad not been Introduced."
"Yes; 1 am Fabian Blount," he amy,
indifferently. He doe not return bar
mile. Almost be give her the Impres
ion that at this moment bs would gladly
have submitted another name for hi own.
"Ah! you are Fabian," she say, half
puzaled by hi manner.
"If you will take my word for it." Hi
on is even more strange as he sayi this,
and now he does am lie, but disagreeably.
Portia color faintly.
"Ton have not asked me my bsjm,"
be says, quietly. "I am Portia."
"What a very pretty name!" He has
had a half-smoked cigar behind bis back
all till time; now remembering It, be
looks at it and flings it far from him.
"It remind one of many thiogs; 8baka
paare, I sappoee, principally. I hope,"
looking at her, "yon will choose the right
casket."
"Thaak yon. That la a rery kindly
wish."
"How daee . swaaea taat you art "tare
n aloner
"I was ixlii. J always tn. Dulcinea
ssw me shiver, 1 think, and ran I o get A
shawl or some covering for me. That i
ail."
Voices iu the distance. Itojrer and Dulce
hiijh in argument; a faini perfume of
cigarettes; Dicky Browne places a shawl
round Portia's shoulders.
"'You here. Fabian?" snys Dulce, glad
ly. "And making friends with Portia?
That's right."
"Taking a mean advantage of us all, I
call it," says Dicky Browne. "We got
imriMlij, ,-. in the cruel glare of day, with
all our iiui"Tfeetiois on our beads. You
waited for moonshine, balmy air, scent of
rosv-i, poetical effect, and so on! That's
why jou staled an ay from dinner. And
to tb'iik t:oiie of us saw through you!"
".!.! Yon aie worn out," says Dulce to
Port i, with i ontritinn. "I have Inen so
long giiting you the slial; but I could
not help it. You niusi not stay up, you
knoa, to do man tiers to us. you must go
straight to bed this moment and come
down like a roe in the morning. Now
coii'i ..- you sic tired."
"Well, xes I siu afraid I am," savs
Portal.
Iii'teiipou every one feels it his d'lty
to i ::!. Porta ut once !ack to th" house.
It is on'y when Portia is at last alone in
her room that the recollects that Fabiati
forgot to shake hnicls with her. Or va
it she itli Tiiiiitiu?
CHAPTER V.
Ia a low rocking chair, clad in the very
latest . f garments permitted bv civiliza
tion, alts Sir Mark Wore, lie arrived at
the court only yesterday, in a perfect tor
rent of passionate rain, and was accused
on all sides uf having brought ill weather
j in his train; but to-day having asserted
i itself, snd dawned fairly, and later on
. having burst into ma'chless beaut-, and
! beat of the most intense, he is enabled
to turn the tubles ujfon ios accusers, who
look small and rather flushed.
Just now he is nodding over his Times.
Iu the next window sits Portia, clad in
a snowy gown that suits her to perfection.
She has been here now for a fortnight,
and feels as if she has been here forever,
and almost wonders if in reality she ever
knew another home.
"Wh.it a heavenly day, yet how depress
ing. We are never satisfied," fcays .Mark
CJore, flinging his arms above his heat',
with a lazy gesture, and looking with al
most (t-mic despair at the pale-blue-and-gold
glory iu the heavens above.
Fabian, who has been standing near
him, lost in a day-dream, starts percepti
bly at his tone, and moves as though he
would go toward the door. Then, though
still a little absent be looks round the
room us though in search of something.
Perhaps be finds it as his eyes light upon
the window where Portia sits, because
they linger there, and the restless expres
sion, that has characterized his face up
to this, vanishes.
"Have you been indoors all this lovely
day? Has the sun had no power to tempt
you to come out?" he asks.
"No" she shakes her bead as she an
swers him, and smiles, too, but the smile
Is cold as death, and though perfect is
altogether differput from the one bestow
ed only a moment since upon Sir Mark.
"Then come out now," says Gore, as
though pleasantly impressed by the sug
gestion conveyed iu Fabian's speech. "Iet
us all shake off dull sloth and make a tour
right round the garden,"
"A charming idea," siys Portia, sitting
more upright and brightening visibly.
She grows even animated, and animation,
even of the faintest, is to be commended
ou such a day as this.
'"l ake your cousin to see the new carp
pond." say Gore, addressing Fabian, but
watching Portia attentively. "You will
like to see it, Portia?"
"So very much," says Portia. "But if I
do go, it must be with Dicky."
Her manner as she says this gives both
the men fully to understand that early In
the day she has pledged herself to go for
a walk some time in the afternoon. So
far so good it might have so explained
itself but, unfortunately, at this moment
Dicky Browne (who, as Dulce says, is al
ways in the wrong place at the wrong
titnelcomes up behind them, and addresses
them getiera'ly:
"What are you all conspiring about?"
he says, genially. "Roger and Dulce, for
the fourteenth time to-day, have again
agreed to differ, so I seek refuge here.
Take me iu, will you? And, by the by,
what shall we do with ourselves this
grilling day?"
"I hare just been suggesting a quiet
stroll," says Sir Mark.
"The very thing!' exclaims Mr. Browne,
who is amiability itself. "Why on earth
didn't we think of that before? Portia, If
you will come with me. If you have not
promised," with a glance at Sir Mark,
"to go with any one else, I will show you
a new tennis court that will draw tear
of admiration from your eyes."
Thi ia the unfortunate part of It. It
now becomes apparent to every one that
Dicky did not sk her early In the morn
ing to go for a walk anywhere. Silence
follow Dicky's speech. A faint pink
color, delicate but distinct, creep into
Portia's cheeks; she does not lower ber
head, however, or her eye either, but
gazes steadily through the open window
at the hill in the far, far distance, misty
with heat and coming rain.
She feels that Fabian's eye are on ber,
and inwardly resent hi scrutiny. As for
Fabian himself, bis brow contracts, and a
somewhat unpleasant expression mars the
beauty of his fsce; yet turning to Dicky
with the almost composure, be says calm
ly: "Take Portia to see the carp-pond; that
may interest ber."
"So I will," say Dicky. "But yoo come,
too, old man, won't you? Too understand
all about fish, you know, and all that, and
I don't a little bit Make biro come, Por
tia; he talks like a book when he baa got
to explain things."
"Don't trouble Portia," says Fabian,
quietly. "Even she could not persuade
me to leave the bouse to-day, as I have
business on hand that most be done."
There Is the rery faintest touch of sar
casm In his tone. The "erea she," though
very slightly done, U fall of IL Portia,
at least, la conscious of It She aafarle
ber huge, black fan with a lazy gesture,
and then tarns her large eyes fall a poo
him.
Fabian alone remains indoors to trans
act the mysterious business that he woald
have gladly laid aside had Portia o willed
It. The dsy wanes. Twilight falls; a flash
of soft violet color deepens the sky. The
sound of footsteps echoes agsJa la the
long hall without; they have rotaraed
from the carp and the tenaia groand, sad
are asking eagerly for their tea.
The sua has gone dowa behlad the
western hills, and taa stalest! glas wia
jawa ara throwing a sosabar Meat arer
the antler snd Gothic chain and ssedle
ral furniture la which tfc ftafla aaUckt I
i .....'. i ..'..'..
i - . f ...... , , . -;.
(Fabian, beurng the footsteps, pulls him
, self together somewhat roughly, and,
! opening a door that leads to a usage in
I little Iim, luakes bis way ty a distant of
I flee, where be te!U himself bitterly, "he
J u far ironi the nuid litig crowd," and free
i from inti iisioii. Dun e and Portia, cross
ing the ball, go down the north corridor
that leads to the library Fabian has just
Vjc.ltel.
A heavy crimson cnrsa'ii otnvals a door
on one side, and, as tl.it y pass, a t'gnre,
emerging from l -hind it. bt .;-hes ' vui
nh.it bnisiii' ! against l'o'-tia, tilling ber
with "ihMt-ii alarm. This tiguie, as it ap
pears iu the vague gloaming, is boe I and
bent, and altogether uuciuny. Portia, j
ahrii.king closer to Dulce, lays ber bund
npo'i her .11 in.
"Ah! what was that?" she says. f
full..
"1 nly Gregory S
quickly; "jou art- i
me," returns I Mil'-e,
t frightened at him,
on? Have you not
poor oid thing, are
seen lillii before?"
"No," says Portia,
a lei kwanl g'.nn nt
tt shudder an'
litiiiilicn tij.it r
co.-ridor as it
f creeping away ,io n
j U!i imcil of Itself.
! "No? That is s-ra
fcetcl jCjs ,,a ro. Ki ;
j 'H it U 111) is ill'?" it
j "He w .1 s l 'nele ('in
th.-
luit he lias i:f
id o'(.-j! of late."
i-r st rr
srv
but :
for ye.ir. and caii- biin-elf that
til',
FabUn .In a!) the wt:ting n
"What a start be gate u.e!" says pur
tie, i'l.ttii.g her hand h irriedly to her
hvu.'t. as though ir. ptin. "A '.hjl st-cined
to ru-li ut! through my ,ood. It was as
though I had met some'.hiiie that bad
worked and would work me barm!"
'Fanciful baby!" says Dulce. ith vrj
superior seorn; "old Sit me could not work
ill to Lliy one. He has lived wilh us for
years; but lately, within the lut eight
months, he has l..'.-otiie - we!!, a little un
comfortii! e; indeed, perhaps, uubearalde
is the word."
"k
"How so? What has be dote?"
Portia, unaccountably interested in
tuis
shad'iw that hss crossed her path.
"I think he is verv fouj of brandy
says Dub-e.
grieved tone.
re
uctantly. and iu
Poor old Gregory!
be continued.!
(To
fecrenading Himself.
Harper's Voutig People tells n slory
of au old gentleman who rushed tip
sinirs to thank himself for serenading
himself. It Is atiiusmg. but It also
Illustrates the power of a ruling n
sion to overlook lucougruitles while
gratifying Itself.
Hcrr Notel, merchant and burgomas
ter, who U passionately fond of singing.
Is the first tenor and president of the
Scbn!t7.t-!buris' glee club. Th" "iul con
sists of only a single quartet; but all
the greater is their enthusiasm for the
songs of tjcruMiny.
Notel was shortly to celebrate his sil
ver wedding, and the club must give
hltn a serenade; there wa-s no help for
it. But what wan a quartet without
the first tenor? There was no getting a
substitute, but for all that tbey would
give Notel a surprl.se.
On the eve of the festal day the three
members of the club, armed with lan
terns, met at the appolnteU time before
the house of their respected president;
and after some clearing of throats and
twanging of tutlng-forka, tbe music
began.
A small crowd collected in the street,
and the windows In the vicinity were
lined with appreciative listeners. The
Herr Burgomaster and b',a family alao
appeared at the windows of their
brightly Illuminated sitting-room.
The first barn of the wei;-k.oown sonp,
"Silent Night," left much to be desired;
but the three voices bravely held on
their way amid the surrounding stUl
neftH, and In a few moments Herr Notel
went down Into the street aau Joined In
the quartet
No sooner wan tbe song finished than
he ran up -stairs again, appeared at the
open window, and in loud, clear tones,
thanked the club for their ovation.
Had Keen Worse,.
A story that has never been In print,
and la worth handing down to poster
ity, relates to a reception some years
ago at the dwelling of a social magnate
In an. Eastern city. It was attended by
several pcrsou of distinction.
During the evening one of the guests,
a gent'.emtui with a poor memory for
face, aud a little near-sighted, took the
host aside and spoke to him In a confi
dential whisper.
"You see that tail man orer ther
near that vaae of floiwera?" he said.
Test," replied the host.
"I was taiklnc to hUa a few minutes
ago about the terribly cold weather I
had experienced out In Iowa in the win
ter of 18C3, and be yawned In my face,"
"Don't you know who he la?"
"No."
"That's Dr. Najisen, the Arctic ex
plorer." Dtao. nail asst.
Dabsley Weil, I suppose your son
will soon begin his last year In col
lege. Parka No; he Isn't goluf back thla
falL
Dabster Oh. thafa too bad. lit
ought to go through, now that he's got
along to tbe laat year. What a the mat
ter? Parka Why, didn't ou know that
be bad had a ferar and that his hair
bad all come cot 1 Cleveland Leader.
Tka Hltaau
"Too look worried," said th Improv
ident man's friend.
"I am slightly tnnoyed. I am bar
ing difficulty about getting a check
cashed."
"Why, that ought to ha aaay."
"Id Uka a great many other things,
Iff eavry enough whoa you gat started.
11 trouble la that I caa't gat any bod
to writ th check." Washington Mar.
Hanalac Ezpaaeaa.
"I wonder why they call tsa axpaaaaa
of chnrch th manioc expenaear
aid Mrs. Martin,
1 aappoM tfa baouat tb ?atr
aja aarar ana w eaten ap wiu
aaawarad bar attabaad. Bar-
tafa Baaar.
TUmlamv la Brltiaa OotoaaMa
5
,iUiC;l It
Af r I
'Ska,
The number of sttrs iiictnritl mi the
l:il -st English and German photograph
ic atlas- Is alxitit tlv.fdm.iHsi.
Terra -cotta sleepers are in use on Jap
anese railroads. The iucrfii-etl cost Is
couipi'iisaietl for by the greater n ;st
ii'e to decay.
A slight layer of sa.n l in the saucers
tinier plan's prevents them from dry
ing quit k ly. l'l.inta III be found to
thrive better and require less attention
!n watering.
In the last publication of tin- Berlin
Aea'k'iiiv of Sciences Prof. Rontgeu
! has an article in hit h lo- tonlirnis tint
l observation of Dr. Iinindcs that It Is
l-osnilde to make the X-rays visible to
the eye.
The new Invention for reducing noise
of trains on elevated railroads is called
iron felt. It is placed between the rails
and sleepers and not only tleadctis
sounds and reduces HhrK'kn. but mate
rially diminishes the wear and tear.
(vcllstsi, tourists and others, partlc-
tilarly Indies, are often troubl'1! with
' diibt getting Into their eyes, and a trans-
parent vizard or eye-screen has been
devised. It consists in a curving frame
.f L-tnn ...1,1. n nl.... I, t mli'll llf
i y
I ' - K
very """ " - I'.""-
gelatine, w hich can be Used on the ritu
of the bat, and being very light, pro
j tects the eyes without Inisinveiiience to
j the wearer.
Col. Young, acting superintendent of
the Yellowstone Park, reports that coy
otes and black bears have multiplied
so rapidly in the park, under the protec
tion afforded them against hunters,
that they have b"ome a source of an
noyance. He advises that some of the
coyote be killed, aud that sp-wlmettH
of the bears be captured and presented
to zoological museums.
It has recently lieen suggested that
apriaratiiK rleniirne.1 for saving life at
( should be cns-trt'cted In fsrt itf
India rubber receptacles containing
calcium carbide. According to an In
ventor, on iiijiricrwlon In water, acety
lene would be instantly given off, and
the whole become powerfully buoyant.
A similar arrangement might be em
ployed for canoes, rafts aud military
bridge and pontoons.
Evaporation is proportional to the
velocity and dryness of the wind. Sci
entific experimentation demonstrates
that when the temperature of the air
Is at 80 degrees Fahrenheit, with a rel
ative humidity of W) per cent., tbe
evaporation, w'th the wind blowing Ave
miles an c"', is 2.2 greater than at
calm; at t"n mile. 3.8; at fifteen mile,
4.9; at twenty miles. 5.7; ut twenty five
miles, fi.l; at thirty miles, 6.3 times a
much as a calm atmosphere of the same
temperature and humidity.
Hooks' that Vm.
Some Idea of tbe Importance- of a song
In making a performer popular may
be got from the fact that a young wom
an who was inanled tbe other day In
Kurope vtas mentioned for tbe first
time In alwut live years, although she
at one time bad a large part of New
York singing or whistling "Daddy
Wouldn't Uuy Me a How Wow." After
New York had henrd enough of that
ballad It bade adieu firmly but gently
to the young woman, says the New
York Sun, and it soon beoune evident
that beyond the bow-wow there was
nothing about her that New York es
pecially csred for.
So she returned to her native shores,
and It was not until tbe news of ber
marriage came to this country that her
existence was again recalled, with the
necessary reminder of the song she bad
sung. Tbe Urge ft urns said to b paid
to song writers for successful work
may be exaggerated, and It Is, Indeed,
certain that none of them out of their
first efforts ever gows very rich, and It
takes tbe record of ut least one triumph
to gain a recognition for them. But
some of tbem are well paid, and from
the difficulties of their work appear to
deserve l. There t a yottpy rirl nn
tow n who diigi foiue ventes which
make very little Impression, aud a vain
effort has been made to get In place of
them something a little more suited to
New York taste. Already four writers
have tried, but none of tbem baa pro
duced anything better than tbe pres
ent material. The verse have been
sung and proved as flat as the others,
and In view of the unsuoceaaful at
tempts made by well known men, ther
will be no further efforts wasted on
what seems a bopeleaa task. It bap
pens that In thla particular cas tbe
works of tb writers have received all
tb assistance possible from tbe singer,
wbo has doa with th verses as much
aa anybody could.
Oaur BssalUr Colleges.
Tbera ax a few striking facta about
tbe small American college," writes Ed
ward W. Bok In th Ladles' Home Jour
nal. "Oa striking fact la that 00 per cent
C tb brainiest Americana wbo have
risen to prominence and soccaaa are
graduates of colleges who names ar
scarce) known outside of their own
States.
"It Is a fact alo that during the past
ten years tb majority of the new and
heat method of learning bav ema
nated froas tb smaller college and
aav barn adapted later by tb larger
IBM.
"Becaoa a collere bprwn to be un
knowt tw bawdred tulle from tb
, iKdiiou doe not aJweuj
ti toff
ui.-an that the college is .ot worthy of
ider repute.
-The fact cannot be disputed that
the most direct teaching and nuts
(t.irily the leaching most productive of
pood rcMihs Is being done in the small
er American colleges.
The mimes of these college may no,
be fiiiuiliiir to the majority of people,
but th.it makes thi tu none the less wor
thy plut es .f learning. The larger col
bi;c are untitles! iouably good, but
there are smaller colleges Just as good
and in some respects lieUer. Some of
the lintt educators we have are atr
t icli'd to the faculties of the smaller
Institutions of learning. Young ghia
or young men who are being educated
nl one of the smaller colleges need
never fed Unit the fact of the college
li-ing a small one daces them at a dis
advantage in comparison with th
friend or companion who lias been sent
to a luiger and better known college,
It Is not the collect-; It tbe student"
Income tf the t'ulleire Professor.
To turn to tbe material side of thlnga,
the assurance of ;t fixed Income Is a
source ol permanent satisfaction, how
ever disprujmrtlniKite the Income t
the service that Is rendered. To be
sure, tin; salary of a full professor, the
country over, is little If at all In ex
cess of fj.iK. In the larger universi
ties It may rise to 3,0"0 or something
more, but the men who receive abovs
$4,(A) are so few as scarcely to affect
the general average. Aside from ths
bare possibility of a call to a richer In
stitution, the college professor Is not
1 i k el." -o lw earning more at fifty thaa
at thirty. Unlike most other profes
sions, there Is here no gradual Increase
of Income, to give tangible evidence of
a man s growth in tower. Unless on
has taken the Northern Farmer's thrif
ty advice, and "gone where money Is"
when lie married, his outlook as b
faces old age Is not reassuring. Pen
sions are extremely rare; college traa
tws are forced In tnot cases to be as
ungrateful as republics. Th cost of
living hits steadily risen In college
towns, keeping puce with the general
Increase of luxury throughout the old
communities. Here and there, partlc
larly In the Went, there are exception,
but upon the w hole tbe scale of nces
snry expenuiture for a man fulfilling
the various social duttoe required by
his jKwdtloii is constantly growing
greater. The professor's Incidental In
come from liooks and lectures la ordlft.
arily iiinltjnltlcant. When be has paid
his bllLs he finds no margin left fos
champagne and terrapin. If be smokes
nt all, he Invents Ingenious reasons foi
preferring tt pipe. He sees the light
hearted tutors sail for Kurope ever
summer, bat as for bImBelf he decide
annually that It will be wiser to wall
Just one year more. Once In awhile h
will yield to tbe temptation to pick aa
a first edition or a good print, but AA
dines and Item bra ml t proofs are tof
he may uot dally with. In abort, has
tastes are cultivated beyond his ta
come, and bis sole comfort to In ths
Pharisaical reflection that this Is bet
ter, after ail, than to have more m
come thun Uuste.Scribner's.
Konthrrrt Hketob Writer.
A i-a.Mi;il glance at tbe nmgaxin
ami book r-a!aks;rKw of to-day shows
tlrat while New 1 Ireland is doing good
work iu the way of serloua prodwjo
lions, such as history, sclenco and a
few case of eiy, other sections of
the country are outwtrlpplujc It rn a Held
that for loug waa regarded aa exclu
sively Its own. Tbe south and wast
have come forward In the ht fes
years as serioon compotMors In tb
field of tl Htiort story and tbe novel,
while the few poets of any notable
strength that are now writing com
from the saxne localMle, The name
of John Fox, Jr., Jam ess iAne Allen,
Miss Murfree, Joel Chandler Harrta
and Mls Magruder are among tb beat
known of modern American Action, t
say nothing of the meterolc authors
of "The Quick or the Dead." HamMa
Garland and Bret Hart probably lead
tbe whole western contingent, whlab
seems to be growing In popularity wish
each succeeding season. PhUaxMphl
Inquirer.
Kattp Weit Dowa Hard.
A Devonahire woman of mature aga
went Into a chemist's shop snd said t
the assistant:
"I've got a cruel, bad cough, aural.
I've heerd that the Brown's bronchial
troches are good things. Har's got
anyT
The assistant pointed to a small boa
on tbe table and said:
"Yea, there they ara."
"now rfincb hi tt J" waa th inquiry.
Tb price waa paid and the old wo
man took ber departure. At night tb
assistant missed a box of glycerin
soap (tbre cakes). A coupl of daa
afterward abt returned to tb shag
and said:
"I want' to take back two of thaas
things I bad t'otaer da. I took ooa
of m. It waa mortal hard to carw
ami awful to swallow, bat It cored taw
cough." Pittsburg Dtopatca.
A Cora la tb BotU.
There bav ban patanted all kiod
of scheme devised for tb pnrpoas of
securing a botU taat caaaot b ro
fllled after bav lag one bean aoptiad
of h coBtanta. A great deal of fraud
Is mid to b parpatrated by tliiOM the
botx of aoan standard Oqoor with aa
Inferior grade, and palaUag H aff a
U original bottling. Aa lagvaloas
Phlladelphlaa proposaa to accomplish
this by blowing a rota In tb bod of
the gln-s bottle, and be thlaka this will
be templing enough to Indue aoroeon
to break th bottle as soon aa It baa
etnpOsd.-PhlladebjMa Iteco-d-
H ato'a BdBbIMIt Wj
Tb pyrchass bythe aUawla. fevera
maat of tb MMatopei shlpboi ng
y.rd baa bee cmptotod, tb prltw
agreed upon being 1JKX0QA milia
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