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8 frs. Jlwson entered the kitchen, earry'ng a pan piled bigh with new potatoes, she threw an impstjently sharp glance co ward her husband. He was standing hear a chair, bis hand resting weakly on lta back. . "You kin talk to me forever, HI Clawson. 'bout that water; but If I bad fifty spring! 'stead o' fifteen and the dry season lasted twelve months 'stead o' six, not a drop, not a solit'ry drop, would Mary Long git from one ' my trenches. She's no friend o' mine" , "Sbe wuz back East mother" Clawson choked at his own boldness. "Her veg'tables Is all dryin' up her boarders Is leavin' on ev'ry down stage" 1 A faint red showed itself under Mrs. 'Clawson's dark, wrinkled skin. She lowered her brows ominously. "D'yeh happen to mind Mary tons a-prophesyln' that I'd never do better than pick up a crooked stick In the. matrimonyel market?" Clawson had heard the report of Mary Long's speech on the occasion of many family jars; yet the words never failed to make him wince. He sat down, throwing one knee over the other. Then he crossed his wrists and let his head fall forward humbly. "I wouldn't lift a finger (Mrs. Claw son's voice was as solemn as the toll ing of a bell) for Mary Long I wouldn't give her a cup o' tea if she come a-beggin' at my back door. No; not not if even Bobble ast me to." ) Bobbie was their son; and to refuse any request of his was the final test and triumph of Mrs. Clawson's will power. Clawson's eyes followed his wife as she drew up a chair and began to scrape the skins from the small, pink brown potatoes. A look of Incredulity came fnto his patient stare and' rested there. i After a little while he said, still ob serving his wife keenly: "I never knew yeh to refuse Bobbie anything yet I bet if he'd want 'o marry Mary Long's guril you'd" ; But be stopped speaking, silenced by the glare from his wife's dark eyes. , The hand folding the knife began to tremble. ' "You ought 'o be ashamed o your self suggestin' sech a thing. Our Bob ble to marry Into that fam'ly! I'd rather he'd marry an Injun from up the Talley. Don't set there with that look on your face," as If you b'lieved sech a thing could happen." She threw her head up stiffly, keep ing her eyes on her husband, meaning to look him out of countenance. His glance dropped. "Don't let's quarr'L mother. Got anything for me to do? Got plenty o' wood In?" For a moment she was silent Her husband must not be permitted to im agine that her Indignation could be appeased by any such trifling over tures. . "Yes," she said, cutting off the word fiercely. "I have got something fer you to do. Strengthen up that trench .where It makes the sharp turn nex' Mary Long's field. We'll be irrigatin' her corn patch the firs' thing you know." She spoke contemptuously; then she laughed low and maliciously. "That dry trench o' hers with only a foot or two of solid ground between Jt and that fine little stream of ours! And some time, father, between this an' bedtime, I want you to take a stick and scratch two or three little channels down tow-wards the to matoes. The other garden stuff Is fair ly growin' up out of a swamp; but . somehow, the tomatoes has been for got" Clawson rose and slowly left the room. ! While Mrs. Clawson prepared the noon-hour dinner she frequently peered up the long' slope leading from the kitchen porch. It was planted in me thodical patches of garden truck. Some of the green clumps had outgrown their strength and could le seen to sprawl, as If for support, over smaller, stockier growths. Mrs. Clawson's gaze was bounded by a hedge of manzanlta, whose small trunks and twisted limbs snowed a soft red, like dressed cedar. A wide ditch ran along the hedge, the water turning near the group of pines and hurrying down through the south western corner of the Clawson ranch to the creek. When Mrs. Clawson saw ber bus band bend to pick op sn armful of ; broken rock she sat down contentedly near the open door; sbe braced tbe . small, square coffee mill firmly be tween ber knees, and turned tbe han , die with a fierce, spirited movement "Clawson. dinner's ready," sbe called, 'half sn hour later. ; As sbe went along tbe path she palled off the withered roses from tbe ' bashes. When sbe came to the barbed i wire fmce sbe stood looking out crtt iidty s cross ber aelghbor's blighted V'CJf ield. Not a healthy stalk to be a ay where among those sickly 5te; each oae tktrslag for water. ,Hm ditch flowed ratter aeiatlj at ber s It ran along the steepest part UU bia. Three hundred feet west cat oang maalcally la a noised -. ; y, Oawsea't thto llpa eurved la ar J ataseaat 4aifrs!sV Cats i ty, f SwSs, ,., St. r of ours?" she said, affectionately. "Took his rods and fly-book out with hira early this morning. Said he'd be back at dinner time, sure. Well, Claw sou, how'd you git along with the work?" She turned a suspicious eye on her husband. "I tightened the wall," he replied, meekly. They walked along silently to the kitchen dour. Mrs. Clawson went on, going round to the front of the house. She looked about In every direction, shading her eyes with her brown, knotty hands. She tried to decipher the spaces of shadow among the thick ets and trees near the creek. She thought she saw a splotch of dark red and gold color. "Must be the sun strikin' on the back o' wild cattle. They been a-strayin' round here lately." She started toward the creek. Then, with a wavering movement turned and hurried back to the kitchen. "You better start eatin'," she called to Clawson. "I'm goin' down to see if I can't see somethln' o' Bobbie. Don't touch that light pinkish piece of ham in the skillet; that's fer Bobbie." Mrs. Dawson walked with long strides through the young orchard. When she came to the bank, where tbe footpath descended precipitately to the creek, she stopped, looking up, down, across. The water dashed, foam ing, from among a tumbled mass of bowlders. She went down the path, brushing against the willows. At the opening, where the bushes had been cut away, she could see the bend. The water ran swiftly around the low, opposite bank; broke Into a stretch of little, metallic waves. Over there the trout might be caught by the hundred In an hour or two. 4 Mrs. Clawson thought she heard a laugh, shrill and happy, above tbe bub bling and chatter and roar of the creek. Then she saw a young girl throw up a line, on which dangled a frantic fish. Near by, her son stood, his hands In his pockets, laughing. Mary Long's girl! The same golden-red hair; the same vivid coloring in the checks and lips; the same dark, lumlaous eyes. Bobbie was now tearing the fish off tbe hook not taking his gaze, which she knew was tender, from the face of Mary Long's girl. Mrs. Clawson watched the young girl as she scrambled onto the bank, trying to catch the writhing and leap ing trout She noted the soft, pretty outlines of the girl's figure as sbe swayed forward to throw the fish out Into the middle of the stream. She saw the coquetry of Miss Long's de mure return to her son's side; the chal lenge in her glance up to his. But when he put his arms around her she turned deliberately and stamped firm ly up the path. Mr. and Mrs. Clawson sat on the back porch. It was growing dark. Mt. Sahnedrlm was a mere blur against the dusky sky; the entrance to the little arbor, over which the wild bop vine rioted, was fading into the general dimness. For a half hour no word had been spoken. At last Clawson, summoning up courage, said: "I didn't think you'd let bim git so far, mother, as to be up stairs there alone parkin' his things." "I didn't know you ever did any thiukln' on any subject HI Clawson." she replied. A tear, of which she took no notice, coursed Its way down her thin cheek. Silence reigned for several minutes. Then Mrs. Clawson said, In a sad mon otone: "Guess you'd better hitch up the buck board now; It always takes you s'long to do anything. The stage starts from Long's at eight o'clock; ft's about seven now." 'Mother," Clawson said, "you ain't surely golu' to let our boy go away without 'Is supper?" She answered his Impertinence with a stony stare. "You jest hitch up now. III. I'll cook you up a bite arter arter be some time to-night." To be misunderstood always made Clawson flinch, embarrassed, as from a blow. He rose slowly, moving off the porch with uncertain step. Tears began to rain down Mrs. Claw son's face. Presently she beard ber son coming down the stairs. Her attention fol lowed his step as be strode Into the parlor, then crossed the hall Into the spare room. Her heart's pulse began to quicken as be came, hesitatingly, towards the door at ber elbow. The door opened with a Jerk, scraping over tbe floor noisily. Her son sprang past ber to the edge of the porch, where he crouched down, bracing his head against a small, up right post. . "Mother," be said, "I'm going away. But I'm n t going away angry. I love Battle Long I ean't stay where there's so much bitterness against my future wife's folks." Mrs. Clawson mntterrd. as If to her self: "Of all people la tbe world! An fer us. la a Rtate a thousand miles long, to set ourselves right dowa aez' to 'em! Oa a piece of mortgaged prop erty, loo! Never raring a thing about as, until they aedf4 our water" Cat snsffrd cofltemptoously thea fell lata a braotfag anoaea. Tim tactf af whseto She noted tbe grating noise as the wheels scraped along over the brokea stone; and sbe recalled how her son, only yesterday, bad spent tbe morning filling In tbe ruts near the brsken limbed pear tree. Mrs. Clawson's bands were Icy; her body shivered as with th? cold. Her son scrambled to his feet He came and laid a strong band on ber shoulder. "Remember, mother, I don't hear any ill will" She caught hold of his baud. She cried out. In broken tones: "Don't go on to-night's stage, Bobbie. Ob, Bob bie, mebbe your mother kin learn to swallow her hard feelln's." Mrs. Clawson set the lighted lantern under the tall pines where the Irrigat ing ditch made Its abrupt turn. With a long-handled hoe she quickly scraped a shallow channel through the weedy ground dividing tbe water and her neighbor's empty trench. Than she bent stiffly over tbe stones her husband had patched into the wall In the morning. One of the stones stood up large and angular above tbe others. Mrs. Clawson tugged at it with awkward, outstretched arms. At last she succeeded in loosening It; and pushed It forward Into the ditch. The water gurgled and sp"d through the opening to form itself into a slender Ittle stream. Mrs. Clawson now seizing the lan tern, held it at arm's length for a care ful survey of tbe top of tbe wall. A larger, heavier stone bung near the newly made opening. This sbe suc ceedid In dislodging also. And when the water flowed down Into Mary Long's trench, Mrs. Clawson chuckled grimly. Certainly It would surprise no one that through a loose wall water should find for Itself an opening, nor that afterward tbe refreshing stream should be allowed to pursue Its own beneficent way. Mrs. Clawson continued to laugh as she slung the lantern over her arm and picked her steps across to the tool shed, where sbe had found the hoe a half an hour earlier. It had grown dark. When she start ed down the bill she could hardly see three feet before her. 'I come after yeh Sue," her bus baud's voice said out of the shadow of an apple-tree. "Is there anything tbe matter with yeh?" "Nothin' that I'm aware of," she re plied, in a non-committal tone. "Yeh ain't sick, are ye. Sue? Well people don't wander around after dark." "People should mind their own af fairs, father," she replied. "Would yeh mind my takln' the lan tern. Sue?" She thought she beard a note of co vert triumph In his voice. "Take it if yeh want" she spoke, in differently. "I'm cold. I want 'o git back to tbe house." He took the lantern from off her arm. Sbe watched him curiously as his dark figure stumbled up the hill and stooped over the broken wall. When he returned to her side be Hald: "Why didn't yeh tell me? I'd done 'a' for yeh." "Done what?" she asked. He burst Into a laugh. It was the first laugh of unalloyed satisfaction he had enjoyed for years. She clutched his arm. "1 expect yeb'll bold that over my head like the sword o' Damocles all the rest o' my life. That wall broke It self. Dunce!" They hurried down the bill. He was In the lead to-night, holding the lan tern down close to her feet San Fran cisco Argonaut. , Launching a Nile Boat. An Important function In Hhoda, a town on the Nile, Is tbe launching of a large river boat such as Is jused for the river traffic. It Is considered by the natives as a sort of fete, and they attend with banners, dancing girls and music, and cheer the efforts 'of the workmen as, In true old Egyptian style, they launch the boat by the ap pliance of human force alone. In "The Land of the Kheml" a launching Is described as follows: Tbe suiK-rlntendent of the workmen was evidently of the opinion that backs were made before levers, and that tbe true way to launch a Itoat was not to allow her to glide Into the water stern first, but to push her down tbe ways sideways by tbe sheer force of a united shove. In order to get her to move at all, however, he began operation by rock ing her to an exteut that made her seams crack and the whole boat Ix-nd and crack ominously. When she was sufficiently loosened and her hold on the ways weakened by this operation, the music struck up, the flags waved, the dancing girls danced and the whole two hundred men, placing their backs beneath the Xxmt, lifted np their voices in a loud groan of concentrated effort; then she moved an Inch, and every body rested. The launching of tBe craft, diversi fied by numerous slips of tbe stern, which would go down more rapidly than tbe lsw; by sundry hitches, In which neither bow nor stern would move at all, and then by unexpected slides, when sbe threatened to topple over prematurely Into the river, Listed Just ten hours. It was accomplished, however, with great triumph snd beat log of drum, and thea tbe procession marched lack to tbe village. We suppose that saying about mis fortunes never coming singly origin ated with some man who noticed that be began to drop what be was aadag on kJa rant at the ttm Oat kit eya t paw rtac. : vfefflvenfion The milky sea, as It Is now known to mariners. Is not yet fully understood.': It seems to be muct comuiou la tbe I tropical waters of tbe Indian Ocean. and is described as weird, ghastly audi awe-lnspirlng, and as giving tbe ob server on shipboard the sensation of passing through a sort of luminous fog In whicj sea and sky seemed to Join and all sense of distance is lost. The phenomenon is probably due to some form of phosphorescence. The volatile oils that give plants their odors are usually regarded as waste products which play no part In tbe veg etable economy. Dr. George Hender son suggests that they may serve the useful purpose of preventing damage by night frost during the flowering per iod. It Is will known that moisture In the air prevents radiation and loss of beat, and Tyndall showed that if the heat-absorbing power of dry air be rep resented by 1, that of air saturated with moisture would be 72, which would bo Increased to 74 by traces of the essential oil of rosemary, to WJ by that of cassia, and to 372 by that of aniseed. Count Zeppelin, whose experiments with a gigantic air-ship over the Lake of Ctnttauee attracted world-wide at tention a few years ago, has devised a novel form of propellers Intended to drive light-draft boats and launches. Inst'-ad of operating In the water, Zep pelin's propellers, like those used to drive balloons, rotate In the atmos phere. They are specially intended for use In very shallow waters, and In tropical rivers which contain so many aquatic plants that the propeller of an ordinary boat becomes clogged with them. Boats having very slight draft can be skimmed along with such propel lers at the rate of several in lies fin hour. Professor Curie, of Paris, who, aided by his wife, discovered and extracted from pitchblende the strange substance called radium, recently remarked that he would not venture Into a room con taining one kilogram of radium because it would probably destroy his eyesight burn off his skin, and even kill him. Kadluta gives off more abundantly than any other known substance the myste rious emanations Darned Becqucrcl rays, which are supposed to consist of almost Infinitely minute particles. They are driven off with a velocity as high as HrtUHiO miles per second, and cause serious Inflammations upon the hands of persons working with the substance. They also give rise to luminous effects. The Fata Morgana, a beautiful at mospheric phenomenon, which takes Its name from one of the fairies of medie val legend, and is specially prevalent at the Strait of Messina, between Italy and Sicily, has lately been critically studied by Dr. Boecara, of the technical college at Itcggio. He has seen tbe ap paritions under three different forms aerial, marine and multiple. In the first case, buildings on the Italian coast were seen projected on the Sicilian coast beyond. In tbe second case, arches on a railway above Messina were visi ble, magnified, and more brilliant than the real arches, standing below the sea line, with no apparent supimrt. In the multiple Morgana, aerial and marine apparitions are visible simultaneously. All thete appearances lire ascribed to variations In atmospheric density, pro ducing abnormal refraction. SHOT BY A SODA BOTTLE. Iankeeper'a Imagination Was Lively and He Thought lie Was Kilted. The serious effects that hallucination may produce on a timid person are amusingly Illustrated by an Incident from "Across Coveted Luuds," by A. II. 8. Landor. Mr. Landor was travel lug through Persia, and stopped at au inn for a glass of tea. On entering he took with him his revolver In Its Irather case, and bis camera, and placed them beside blm. I ordered tea, be says, and the at tendant, with many snlaams, explained that bis fire bad gone out, but that If I would wait for a few minutes he would make me some fresh tea. I con sented. He Inquired whether (he re volver was loud-d, and I snld It was. He proceeded to the farther end of the room, where, turning bis buck to me. be began to blow upon the fire, and I, being very thirsty, sent nn.dher man to my luggage to bring me a bottle of soda-water. Tbe Imprisoned gases of the soda, which bid been lying for the whole day In tbe hot sun, bud so expanded that when I removed the wire the cork went off with a loud report, and unfortunate ly bit tbe man In the shoulder-blade. By association of Ideas he made sa certain In his mind that It was the re volver that had gone off that he abso lutely collapsed In a seinlfalnt, under the belief (hat he had been badly shot. He mourned and groaned, trying to reach with bl band what be tbonght was tbe wounded spot, and called for his son, ss be felt be was about to die. We supported blm. and gave blm some water snd reassured blm, but be bsd turned as pale as death, "What have I done to you that you kill met" he moaned, pitifully. "But, my good man, there Is no Mood flowing. Look!'! A languid, hopeless glsnce st tbe gronnd, where be bad fallen, and sure enough, he could find no blood, lie tried to see tbe wound, but his brad would not turn In sufficiently wide re of a etrcle to see bis shoulder Made, so la dae haste we removed his coat sad waieteoat and aatrt, aad after discovered that not only were there no marks of flowtng blood, but no trace whatever of a bullet-hole In any of bis garments. Even then he was not cer tain, and two small mirrors were sent for, which, by tbe aid of a sympathiz ing friend, be got at proper angles min utely to survey his whole back. He eventually recovered, and was able to proceed with the brewing of the tea, which he served with a ter ribly trembling hand on tbe rattling saucer under the tiny little glass. "It was a very narrow escape from death, sahib," he said. In a-wavering voice, "for It might have been the re volver." There Is nothing like bakshish In Persia to heal all wounds, whether real of Imaginary, and au extra handsome "tip" left the man much Improved in spirit. LINCOLN'S WAY ROUND. War Preiilcnt' Kicrclne of Dlplom acy with Member of Hi Cabinet, Many stories of Abraham Lincoln turn uin his lact. One was told re cently before the Mlddl.sex Club and repeated in the Boston Herald. Dur ing the Civil War a Bridgeport boy, returning from school, was taken by a bounty agent and hurried to the front without his parents' knowledge. Ills father, the late Judge Benrdsley. had sought In vain for 'his release, and a delegation of citizens, who appealed to the Secretary of War. met with a gruff refusal. In the hope of being able to ac complish something, Congressman Brandegee and Senator Dixon, of Connecticut, determined to use their Influence. In behalf of tbe nilliet ed mother. They visited tbe Secretary of War and asked for the boy's re lease. Mr. Stanton Instantly roared out an absolute refusal. He bad decided that case bt fore. Tbe boy had taken his money and enlisted. If he should discharge all the minors whose mothers wanted them at home there would soon be no soldiers at the front. Leaving tbe War Office, the Congress man and Senator went to the White House and appealed to the President. Mr. Lincoln heard the case with sym pathetic interest, anil at once wrote on an envelope: "Let young Iicardsley, of Connecticut, a minor enlisted by fraud In the 75th New York regiment, be discharged and sent Immediately to Washington. A. LINCOLN." The two men returned to the War O filce and showed this order to the Secretary. He glanced at It, crumpled It In his fingers, threw It on the floor and said, "I won't do it!" "Shall I rep.rt that to the President?" Congressman I'.randegee asked. "Yes!" roared the Secretary. "And you may add that I'll resign my port folio before I'll adopt such a precedent as that!" The men reported to tbe President everything that had occurred. "Did Stunton say that after reading my order?" asked Mr. Lincoln. "Yes," Mr. Brandcgce replied, ex pecting an explosion. "Well," Mr. Llnciiln said, with bis slow smile, "I guess he would do It. We must find sonic other way to get that boy back to his mother." He took a piece of paper and wrote to the commanding officer of the regi ment: "Discharge young P.eardsley and send him to Washington. A. LINCOLN." In a week the biy was In his moth er's arms at Bridgeport. Niuive Justice. A comical vindication of tbe right of properly among the savages of New Guinea was witnessed by a mission ary, the Hev. James Chalmers. Serv ice was just beginning In the littlo church when a native boy came In, dressed, with what he considered great magnificence. In a shirt. As the sav ages were accustomed to go nearly naked, this garment made the boy very conspicuous. Tbe shirt had once belonged to some wbite man, and the Importance It gave1 the present wearer was tremendous. But when bis glory wos at Its height a bigger boy appeared, hot with rage and carrying a Jacket He fell upon the first lad and began stripping off the -shirt The rest of the congrega tion, understanding at once that the rightful owner bad arrived, gave blm not only sympathy but practical aid. They rose to their feet, and those whoJ were near by took part In the stripping process. Presently the true owner was Invested In shirt and Jacket, tbe con gregation cooled and the service went on. ' Not Too Lifelike. , "You Just let me have that photo graph for two weeks and I'll send you a life size portrait of Mrs. llerllliy that'll be a really KM-akbig likeness." said the agent for a new "crayon proc ess" In his most xrsiiaslve tone. An expression strongly akin to ap prehension appeared In Mr. Herllliy's dim blue eyes, and he i sussed his baud twice across bis mouth with a nervous gest ure. "Well, bow, 01 don't know as that 'd lie annyways nlcessary," he whls rxTPd. "She was wld me In this lolfe thirty folve years, and that gives lolme for a good dale of talkln'. OI'll Jlst have a picture that show ber looks, without anny mechanical contrivance to reprojiice ber voice." Not tbe Answer Mhe tCspei'ted.' "But you are not really ashamed ot Ida, are you, dear? "Certainly not. That would lie toe severe a reflection on my good taste Id selecting you." 'Cleveland Plain Dealer. Why do young men affect a sweet ness of tone wbm aafcla gtrla ovet tbe tetophoaa la g to partes? Daa't tlf kxr Cra C J tj U C-1 "Two Centuries of American Cos tume In Ame.ica" will be Mrs. Alice Morse Earle's next book. Josephine Ikidge Daskuiu has signi fied her desire to ! known In the fu ture as Josephine Daskam, without the Dodge. Ernest Thompson Seton. tbe well known writer on nature subjects. Is writing a long story fur twiys. This will be bis first iu that field. The publication of Murk Twain's new book, "Christian Science," which was announced by the North Ameri can Itevlcw, has been postponed for the present Miss Susan B. Anthony will give all her books and documents relating to the woman question to the Congres sional Library, where they will be placed In a special alcove and cata logued separately. Another Western woman has writ ten a first novel, and Harper Bros, are to publish it. Mary Holland KIu kald has written a love story dealing with the life actually led to-day by a religious community In the West, and has called her lmvcl "Wnldu.'' A diary kept by John Qtiincy Adams while a law student In the office of Theophllus 1'arsoiis at Newbiiryport has come to light. Charles Francis Adams has edited It and Little, Brown & Co. will 8xm Issue it under the titlo "Life in a New England Town, 1787 17SS." Small, Maynard k Co. announce the Immediate publication of a remark able addition to their distinguished list of American humor, a list which be pnn with the masterpieces of Mr. Doo ley and which has recently Included Mr. Lorbucr's "Letters from a Self Made Merchant to His Sun." now In its one hundredth thousand. Edith Wymt hits defined her admira ble little story, "True Love," a a com edy of the affection, and iu her mod esty seems to disclaim any attempt at satire. However. It remain for the reader to cjrfiience a delightful sur prise In reading the lunik. The title Is M) suggestive of the itiilk-aud honey variety of novel that her absurdly nat ural observations on the lives of her tmbjit't.s comes with a delicious and to tally unexpected shock. Lavatcr wiys: "Bead tbe best books which wise and bcnsible persons ad vise, and study them with reflection and examination; that Is, ask your selves, 'Do I understand what ! read? Do I benefit by It? Uo I become wiser and better thereby? Bead with the firm determination to make use of all you read. Do not by reading neglect a more Immediate or more Important duty. Do not read with a view of mak ing a display of your reading. Do not read too much at u time. Iteflect on what you have read, and let It be a nourishment of the heart and souL moderately enjoyed and well digest ed." FIFTY HATS AT $50 EACH. An American Cilrl' Order a God .end to a I'nrld.in Milliner, The American woman abroad Is coa- stanlly doing things that are sensa tional. This Is what makes them mo popular, for their extraordinary acts WtM 1V OOM.KT. are generally of the money-spending kind. Tor Instance, May Goelet has recently proven a veritable silver mine to a Parisian milliner In the Hue dels, Palx, having recently bought fifty huts at as many dollars npleee. The bats represent nil the prevailing mod, , 01,4 Miss Goelet never wears bn than five Iu the course of a day. A reMMlerou 1'ropof.iilon. "Come,' now, Maud," said Mr, Ap slegh. "we've got to buy tickets foi ' this concert, you know. It's for char ily." "But you said you hated concert of this kind." "I do. Ktlll, when their purpose Is a noble one like tbls 1 feel that we ought to ir." "Why not give the money the ticket would cost to some Institution tbar need " "Wbut! I haven't got any money fa loss to the wind just for lb i.nm or seeing iue stjjff flutter, coufo it." A IHa. Tbe editor of a Mki a. 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