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“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*
nan<e came hurrying In
My dear llasaid' There has been an
i unfortunate mistake somewhere, I am
<iformed My men have been telling
in* that this young lady n friend of
mure was accused of shoplifting Ob
vloualy. the charge la absurd!”
Mhe did take It'” yelped the worntn
of the ungloved hand ithe stood nest
I ms at the allh counter I jest sat it
; 4< »i when eh
, flb# Stopped, her g.hl.k* stout k a*111
‘>pe 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
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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.
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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»<l wish l't»h*n* fc*nlth • «*np»U
him la llv* All month* *»# lh« »**r In
thamnnr <trtnhln« th* **t#r* a4 lh«
f*rUh*4 «p»tn»* In U^nmlmf at
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every year, however, he boards a trans
Atlantic steamer, and, coming to
America, visits the grave in the quiet
little Detroit cemetery.
Cohen is an American by birth and
lived In Detroit when he was married.
He was the founder of one of the larg
est business houses in the town, and
was very successful from the start.
He made a very large fortune and was
preparing to retire when he met Miss
Anna Freud, the daughter of a wealthy
Hebrew family. He paid her assiduous
attention and was married to her a
year later.
Cohen gave up his business after his
marriage and traveled for a year.
While abroad his wife was taken 111
with pneumonia. Her eagerness to re
turn home lei them to attempt the trip
a gainst the advice of physicians, and
she died In ljondon, unable to proceed
, further.
It was here that the promise that
she should be burled in the cemetery
in her native town was made Cohen
! brought the body of his wife across
I the water and It was Interred In the
| family lot In ths Woodmere cemetery
Cohen was broken-hearted at his
i loss. He began again to travel, gut
i on the anniversary of her death he
, came again to Detroit to pay hU re
spects to her memory. Shortly thPr*.
after his health began to fall and he
j found it Impossible to continue his
travels lie went to tiertnany. and by
the advice of his physicians spent sis
months each year at Carlsbad Whe«
the anniversary of his wife's death
came however, he was Insistent agon
visiting her grave.
He made the trip and went
Herman* Fsh year since he has regu
| inrty crossed the water and traveled
• he total distance of l.thi miles for the
purpose of ssetng the grave and deco
rating It Fifteen such trips he hsi
made making a total distance traveled
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