\ “No—I can’t sit down. Just ran In to see you a minute. What are you doing?" Ned Hazard bent to look at the medallion over which his sister's tiny camel’s hair brush was suspended. “Jove! what a beauty! A portrait— really? Who is she?” “Miss Sllverton of Evanston. This is to be a gift to her fiance from one of his friends—a wedding gift. She is in the secret. I worked from a photo graph until last week, when she gave ine a sitting. She is to be here for an other today.” Annie Hazard, a little, slender, elf locked sprite, enveloped in a big paint ing apron, with a palette on thumb, looked up to read approval in the'eyes of the gigantic young brother who tow ered over her. He had taken the me dallion up in bis palm, and was look ing down upon it with something brooding in his gaze—a glance of ten der prophecy. "You think it good?" "Stunningly good. I didn’t think It v in you. Nan!” A flash of pleasure Irradiated her email, dark face. “I did,” she said. He laughed, putting his left hand c:ressingly on the wavy, blue-black head. "I know dear. Y\e guyed you dread fully about your determination to be come a miniature painter—I more than the others. But you're proving your detractors in the wrong. It's quite a triumph to do that—isn’t it?” ”A glorious triumph! In fancy, I already see you bespeaking a smile from the foremost miniature artist of the coming century, and bragging of your friendship! Give that back, sir. I must complete that gown before the original comes in.” "Is she really as lovely as this, Nan?” He made no attempt to return the pic ture in his palm. “YY'hat a nobility.of brow! And those eyes are serene and pellucid as a mountain lake. Black eyebrows—but the hair is reddish gold. Is”—a sudden doubt striking him—“the shade—natural?” ‘Natural!” His sister picked up a makl stick and assumed a belligerent attitude. "Trust a woman," she said, “to recognize bleached hair.” Still he held the miniature, his eyes bent full upon it. The mistress of the studio heaved a ponderous sigh. “If you don’t mind,” she suggested, meekly, “I should like that back before the night cometh wherein no man may work, or woman, either." Young Hazard lifted his head with an awakening gesture, laughed, hand ed her the oval piece of Ivory. “If you hadn't dashed my hopes at birth. Nan,” he said. “I'd have staid to make the acquaintance of the orig inal of the miniature. But as she is to be a bride—” he struck a tragic pose. "Farewell, sweet dreams!” he cried. farewell, dear brother! returned the artist. "1 love to have you come In when Coke and Blackstone—or do lawyers still read those eminently re spected authorities?—when they will let youZ’ She picked up a new brush and moistened its tip between her sensitive lips. "Your new spring suit’s becoming." "Thanks, awfully. But I didn't come in to be told that. The Percy boys have a box at the Auditorium to night. They want us to join them. They're to have a chating-dlsh supper at their quarters later. You'll come, won't you?" "Can't!" The small head swayed In decided negation. "Haven't a decent pair of gloves to my name, nor time to buy them." "O, If that la all. III get them for you. What shade do you wish—what ia your number?" •'Shade, light heliotrope 8ixt\ five and a half. Six buttons." "Kipllclt, at least." He took up his hnt. "Jolly little den you've got here. Nan. Do you mean to say you've dose all these things?" The comprehensive • weep of his hand Included many pic tures, from the rapt countenance of Teun> sons St. Ague* to a sketch of one drooping hand holding a perfect rose “Not all—though I am responsible for all. My pupils have done some” "1‘upila! Phew we are In earnest Honestly. Nan. I'm giad I Induced dad to let you have your way We thought It waa all a fad. you know " “Yea. I know.” She sun In I a con scious little sinlle We dids t call It a fad when you wished to etudy for the bar Aad see how you’ve vtndl rated yourself! I was so proud this ■turning when I retd what the paper aaid of your speech la the trust . a» yesterday — "Nan y«w tUtlervv'" Hut he color ad with pleasure "IT! ha vs to ntsha the pair of gloves half n dose* pain tn payment. I slupp *•' ‘ The tkheriag smile deepened around her lips You may prove y»m gratitude in that way If you vhauae'" aha declared tmvitly *e sever eeen the day when I had too many pairs of gloves.” "No woman ever did,” he rejoined, laughing. And he went out of the studio, out of the building, and strode down State street, a straight, hand some, manly young fellow to whom went sparkling glances of spontaneous admiration. He did not notice the glances—nor those from whom they came. He saw a face as he swung along. It was un like all other faces thronging that populous thoroughfare. It was not only the physical perfection that ap pealed to him. It was the look of re serve—of distinction. This look told him that back of the courtly kindness with which the world was greeted a sanctuary stood apart—a sanctuary where Only the high priest entered In! ‘‘Pshaw!” he muttered, and shrug ged his great shoulders. “To he dis turbed by the memory of a minia ture!” He found himself pushing against the swinging doors of a vast dry goods establishment—three of them. "Gloves?” The deferential floor walker lent an attentive ear. "Yes, sir. In the annex—yes, straight down this aisle!” Curious In the midst of surround ings foreign to him, Ned Hazard strode on In the direction Indicated. Light poured from the great dome of ground glass overhead. Fair women, alert or languid, passed and repassed him In a steady stream. Gowned in cloth, in fur, In velvet, purchasers passed up and down between the laden shelves, the polished counters. A group ahead there—a congestion of trade! - Hazard swerved a little to pass the augmenting crowd. What was the trouble? A lost child—a fainting woman? “She took my purse!” The wall came from a richly dressed wo man of conspicuous physical develop ment. “She was nearest me. I laid It down a minute—it’s gone!” Involuntarily Hazard paused—glanc ed at the accused. And—as he looked —his heart stood still. For there, fac ing that curious mob, haughty, indig nant, white as she would be In her coffin, stood the original of the minia ture he had lately held. That fearless poise in the head, those dark eyes un der curved black brows, that scornful young mouth, the rippling red-gold hair under the plumed hat—how fa miliar were these! “You are mistaken, madam!” The voice thrilled him. It was the voice he knew this one lady must possess. "I saw a woman take up a purse from the counter. She went toward that elevator. I am no thief. You are p mistaken. My name Is Eunice Silver ton. I shall give you my address.” ”1 don't want no address!” One fat, ringed hand gesticulating frantically. "I want my purse. I want you search ed. You got my purse!” A man pushed through the throng —a man with a quiet countenance and untranslatable gray eyes. "If you ladies will come with me,” began the house detective. The ac cused lifted higher her shapely young head. “I will not go with you. I object to the indignity of being searched. -" She paused. Another was speaking. The crowd, grown suddenly Bllent, ' were listening. “This young lady is Miss Sllverton j of Evanston," Ned Hazard said. *'If j you.” turning to the attentive floor walker, “will take my card to—he mentioned the name of the head of the Arm—there will be no further trouble. He Is a personal friend of mine. It is better," he concluded, and the pene trating voice reached those of the out skirts of the press of the people, ''not to make a mistake in the matter. Such errors cost a Arm dearly some ! times. It Is my word against—he glanced at the virago who stood with I poised umbrella In their midst— against this person's!” he declared. | The latter burst Into a torrent of vi tuperation Hut the floorwalker had read the card—passed It with lifted brows to the house detective. "If you will come this way,” the de tective said bowing, "the affair will be arranged.” Young It-sard eltiowed n passage for 1 the trembling girl. Mh« looked up at him gratefully aa she walked by hla ' side to the manager's office A little in in with a Mi l* sic cast of count* nanpe a j The 4ete*-ttv* • t« presenting kef Wltfc ker purse ‘Ws corralled ike thief on the third ®<>or tth* U aa old haa-l a* thin ••me Murk* kna lak«g her t* th* ctation. Thia la your pocketbook. madam?” The big woman grabbed It from him. " ’Tis mine—and small thanks to you!" she snapped out. She flounced off. The floorwalker wiped his forehead and the head of the house smiled. “Our system of detection," he said. "Is thorough. I, however, humbly, apologize to Miss-" "Silverton.” suggested Hazard. To Miss Silverton for the unpleasant experience to which she has been sub jected. It was fortunate, Hazard, that you happened along when you did.” Miss Silverton flashed Ned a glance that set him tingling to his Anger tips. "Most fortunate for me!” she mur mersd. Then they were out on State strept together and Ned was telling her how he had recognized her. about the min iature, his sister—many things. You an to give Nan a sitting this afternoon.” he reminded her. "Not I!” "But,” he stammered, "she said she expected you! That the miniature must be finished for—for-” He choked there How could he talk *o her about her wedding? "For my sister's wedding—yes. She went directly to the studio from the train." For an Instant State street whirled around like the bits of colored glass In a kaleidoscope. Then things righted themselves, and the young lawyer knew that two eyes alive with laughter were smiling up at him. “Your sister! But you must be alike. I could have sworn-H “We are alike. We are twins. You are not the first who has bec« be wildered by the resemblance. Shall we go on to the studio? Eudora was to wait for me there." They did go on to the studio. Nan nie gave them tea out of old Beleek cups. They are tinned wafers and talked a lot of delightful nonsense. And Ned Hazard made up his mind for good and all that the original of the miniature was not half as beautiful as the sister whom she so resembled. “My gloves, Ned?" demanded his sister, as she locked the studio door. Aghast, he wheeled around. “My dear girl, I forgot all about them. I’ll get you a box—a dozen boxes-” “When?" Their eyes met. “Before the wedding to which we are bidden?” “Yes. I say. Nan, how does that song of Riley’s go—you always remem ber poetry. It is something like this— and he quoted, his eyes alight: "When my dreams come true, whe’ my dreams come true, I shall-" The light In the elevator thermome ter fell lower. “Down!” cried Nannie.—Chicago Tribune. On the Kit I! rout!. Anothor woman, one who spends half her time traveling on the rail roads. says: “What a delightful world this will be when one person in 1,000 learns to respect the rights and feel ings of others. Nowhere does one suffer more from the selfishness and disgusting habits of the average hu man being than in a railway car. First, the lack of ventilation has a depress ing effect upon a sensitive tempera ment and fatigues one quicker than miles of walking in the open air. Next comes the human annoyances. There is the peanut eater sitting opposite. Now, any one who would eat peanuts except in a ten-acre lot or standing on a burning deck where a certain boy in history is said to have devoured them by the peck ought to be flayed alive. What, then, should be done with the creature who devours peanuts by the quart on a railway car where it is im possible to escape their horrible odor? To me there is nothing more offensive than the smell of peanuts, and when that everlasting boy comes through the car calling out 'salted peanuts,’ I frequently bankrupt myself by buying up his whole stock. But one cannot keep this sort of thing up. It would cost less to have a bill passed by th< legislature forbidding their sale.” Municipal Mwnrn'ilp I* Ancient. Municipal ownership long ago passed out of the stage of theory and experi ment, If, in fact, it ever belonged there. Centuries before America was discov ered.public ownership of public utili ties was highly developed. The city of Itome 2,000 years ago possessed Its splendid public baths, its superb aque ducts and other utilities owned and managed by the government. WIf* Mli*pi Tno l«t«. In a western court the other day a man asked for divorce ou the ground that his wife would not get up early enough to get his breakfast. In her counter-petition the wife alleged that her husbaud snored so loud that In the early part of the night she could not go to sleep. The court granted the divorce on general principles, with out prejudice against either side, ▼Kf I A'rti Tad t« 11|« Dairymen have known for a long white the famili-e that require that the milk served them for their chil dren shall come all from on* cow A grocer heard recently fur the first time from on- of theee families The head thereof ashed the grocer tu see that the eggs of the house came dally front ohe hen New Yorh Commercial Ad e-trtlaer l-w4 MW War Me—e. A hound was bought In k|i*o orinnt •hipped in a r breed -sprees ttnr to a ranch In Ksnaaa In n dny nr two tt «u miaaing Investigation proved that It had gone bark to tt« klianourt hoot* over a distance of M» no tea on a road entirety unknown to the dog M’KINLEY’S EIRST LAW CASE. Young Attorney Lost his Initial Suit, but Won a Bride. President McKinley, as a young at torney. lost his llrst case In the com mon pleas court of Stark county. Ohio, as shown by the records, but he won a bride. He also wa3 elected prosecut ing attorney during the trial. This case was first heard before Justice Philip Loew of Navarre, Stark county, In 1S69. I^oew Is a rock-ribbed demo crat, but has much love for McKinley. Loew, strange as It may seem. Is still a Justice of the peace In the village of Navarre, and has held the office In an unbroken line all these years. John Rostetter, a farmer of Bethle hem township, Stark county, brought action against Philip Sheets, his ten ant, to recover damages of 1212.20. The farmers had a quarrel over some with the issue of the case and took an appeal. During the trial of the ease McKin ley had become engaged to marry Ida Saxton, the belle of (he town of Can ton, and while the case was pending between Rostetter and Sheets, McKin ley was getting ready for the wedding tour. He was married January, 1871. His interest in this Important event of his life is shown In a letter written a short time before his marriage to Judge Ambler of Salem, Ohio, then congressman from the Canton district. The young Canton attorney sent a let ter of Inquiry to Congressman Ambler of Washington, asking about the hotels of Washington, and Informing Mr. Ambler of his approaching mar WWVNA^WNAAA^WWWWVWVWV a statement was mans oy Mrs. Mc Kinley early In her married life, &n«l | that she always clung to this belief i and repeatedly declared it to friends. Another important event in the life of McKinley that caused him to delay the case of Rostetter and Sheets was his canvass for prosecuting attorney of Stark county. He was nominated, as well known, partly as a Joke, for the county had been strongly demo cratic. The opposing candidate was William A. Lynch. McKinley, prob ably inspired with the Idea of distin guishing himself In the eyes of his prospective bride, turned out and made such a vigorous campaign that he won, and when the ballots wero counted in the fall of 1869 he was elected prosecuting attorney. Here is another strange thing clus tering about this period of McKinley's experience. The opposing counsel in the Rostetter-Sheeta case was also this same William A. Lynch. McKinley won the election and his bride; Lynch won tho law case. Two years later JUSTICE PHILIP LOEVV AND IIIS COURT HOUSE. horses breaking into a wheat Held. The plaintiff caused an attachment to be issued to satisfy his claim, should he win the suit. Summons was served on Sheets March 18, 1869. He demanded a Jury trial. This was granted, and April 6 was fixed as the time to hear the case. The parties were not ready and the case did not come to trial until May 8. It took three days to hear the evi dence and the arguments. The Jury finally gave Judgment for the defend ant, Sheets, amounting to $136.85. McKinley's client was not satisfied riage. This letter is no\f in the pos session of Attorney Ralph Ambler of this city, son of the former congress man. Ralph Ambler, curiously enough, is now a republican candidate for common pleas judge in that county. The visit of William McKinley and his bride to the national capital was an eventful occurrence in the young bridegroom's life. It is said that the bride was so pleased with the trip that she then declared her husband would some day be president of the 1'nltpd States. It is certain that such McKinley and Lynch were again op posing candidates for prosecuting at torney. This was Lynch’s turn and he easily defeated McKinley. Mr. Lynch Is now a prominent business man and lawyer at Canton, and one of McKinley's strongest friends. He is a gold democrat and in 1896 worked for McKinley. The presiding Judge In the case, the parties to the suit, and most of the jurors are dead. The little house used as a court by Justice Loew still stands near his grocery store and serves as a small storeroom. Travels 8,000 /Wiles to Visit Wife’s Grave. I fw^Hue l_ tonr^r VAtr tonrh Kaiaaual lob** irav.la a»uaa • f*»r lo «I*U bla aiNa gra*a Ml* • If. I« l« W«»*laa«fa to IMrum a«w4lM U» bar laa aa pit*n»