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I-— — ' Spider-Web. A Blender filament Is yon Bright bit of gossamer whereon The sunlit spider swings—what If hs fallT A couch of grass ts all. i A daring architect, he lays His skilful courses on my ways— But see how Idly! For with one light blow I lay his rafters low. Tet he'll go building still, as I, Whose castles oft In ruins He, Begin and spin anew my fl'ament By some vast Being rent. Mayhap, because I cboose to lay My daring rafters on His way, Hs sweeps His vexed forehead with s frown And strikes my castles down! —Atlantic Monthly. --■-O LIFE’S PUPPET’S. By LOUIS STEI.LMAV. (Copyright, 1302, by Daily Stoby Publishing Company) It was past midnight—long past it, though not yet dawn. But the two men who sat In the wineroom of the little all night cafe did not know It and did not care. One drank Incessantly and mechan ically from a brown bottle, but hi3 eyes were bright and clear—and hard, with the 6teely hardness of him who laughs and hides a wound. The other wreathed himself in great white clouds of smoke, tilting his chin now and then to blow a thin white stream upwards through his teeth and half closed lips, with an artistic precision, os though the process Involved his entire and concentrated thought. “I wonder how long it will take,” spoke the first, holding his glass aloft to let the light shine through. “They say it kills—this stuff I'm drinking. Bah! It might—a fool. It doesn t even dull my senses. They say a drunken man is happy. He sings; he cries or laughs—and then he sleeps, like some besotted beast. I cannot do these things. I can see nothing but her dead face—and feel that she is gone; that my heart is gone—my soul—everything. And yet I live and ache. I move about just as I used to do. Men speak to me as usual. They do not see the change.” He laughed—you would have sworn It was some merry Jibe. “It’s funny, Gregory, Isn’t it. His companion paused to flick the ash from his cigar before replying. "In a way it's funny, yes,” he an swered. “There is a comical side to everything, even this. A grim humor, I’ll grant, but humor nevertheless. Your wife is dead. You want her back—and God won't let you have her. You’ve always had your way with your wealth and that magnifi cent brain of yours, which whisky cannot dull; with your magnetism, your strength and that beauty a god might envy. And now you’re thwart ed for the first time—that’s what hurts you, Edward. You have had all things, always, and now one is taken away. You think your heart is dead. It isn't. It's sound and well and capable of many loves. But a new experience has come into your life— defeat. You will never be quite the same again, for resignation—surren der—works a mighty change in such as you. But the humor of it all lies in your babbling of a broken heart. Yes, it is funny.” The other man sat motionless with the glass still raised. Not a muscle quivered, but his eyes were fixed on the speaker with a strange intensity. “My God!" broke out the one ad dressed as Edward. “I w'onder if you are right. I wonder why I sat here quietly and let you tell me this. It must be true—something within me must have told me that—or I’d have chok ed the words down your throat.” He hesitated a moment, bewildered. “What can you know of human hearts; of love or grief—you, to whom all men and women are but so much flesh and blood? You analyze them as a chemist divides some sub stance into elementary parts—or dis sect them by a sort of mental sur “They say It kills—this stuff I'm drinking. Bah!” gery. We have always been comrades after a fashion, Gregory, but I never understood you like other men.” “No," said the other sadly, “that has been my curse—to mask my real self from all the world. I’ve been a sort of emotional detective. I’ve pried Into the hearts of men and women, to see them beat for others—never for myself. Since childhood I have graved for love and understanding. Never has It come. They said: 'He Is a strange boy; so different from 3ha rest.’ I toit myself an outcast ; and began to shun my former play mates—ashamed, 1 knew not why. I tried to act like the others but was too young to play a part. People saw the trick and I felt it ever—like a felon in disguise. Some were indif ferent. I did not mind that. Some disliked me, with the distrust of ignorance for aught that is strange. I grew accustomed to this in time. Still others pitied, and it cut me like a knife. I writhed a while and then grew strong enough to bear it with out a sign. But always I searched and studied and peered into the cran nies of the human heart to find “Go on,” said Edward, “read it through.” wherein the difference lay between me and my fellows. All about me were the things for which I craved— human love and the sympathy of understanding. They were beautiful to me—the sun, the wine, the music of my life. They grew within my soul and made me glad—only to sea them—but they only added to the hunger which I dared not show. Sometimes, Edward, when no one else is by, every fibre of my being cries aloud for the touch of a woman’s hand, the look of trust, the tender message, the many little things which other men possess, but which have never come to me. No one but you will ever know this. You at least have tried to understand me—you and Margaret, who is dead. I tell you this because I loved her—perhaps you ought to know although she never guessed it. I loved her better than the soul within me—than God himself. Not with the passion which drives men mad, but with that deeper feeling which is repressed and throbs in mighty silence through every thought and purpose while life lasts.” “Yes, you hid it from us both,” said Edward, dimly, vaguely,—“and I think I understand.” He arose and began to pace the room. His face was working now with some unfathomed conflict—the calm was gone. Alter a time he stopped before the other’s I chair and regarded him intently. “I’ll have to ten you now,” he said, hoarsely. “You have the right to know. You thought that Margaret died of heart disease. All the world thinks so. It does not know the truth—but you shall. Read this.” Gregory took the letter from the other’s hand and spread it out before him. He started as the first line met his glance and turned to his com panion. “Go on,” said Edward, “read it through,” and Gregory, with a white and silent face, turned to the page again. It ran as follows: “My Husband—It is not for you or other men to Judge me for the deed I am about to do. That is for God, who knows the frailties of wo men’s hearts. Nor is mine the fault that I have not the strength longer to fight the passion I have hid from you thus far. You are so strong, so indopeudent of a life like mine; you w'ill not miss me as a weaker man might do—nor will you blame me when you know the truth. I am cast ing away my life, in a little phial, now within my hand, there rests a sure and rapid cure for earthly ills— and one which gives no sign. It draws no lines of agony upon the face —one merely sleeps, and it is over. My father was a chemist—he taught me somewhat of his craft, and of this berry, which, steeped in wine, gives peace to weary hearts. “And now the secret which causes in a to take this step; it is a thing which came into my life unasked. Something stronger than myself—the love of another man; your friend. It was destiny that made you bring him to our home one night. Do you re I member? The quiet man, whose face was placid and whose heart was full of unshad tears. He talked of com monplace events and tried to hide his real nature from me with light words —a nature so grand, so beautiful, so rich in finer things, it thrilled my being with celestial melodies. You did not know. And he—he thought me but a foolish girl, who could not understand. “Thank God, my husband, that he wau honorable—or that he did not see. For, had he bidden me I should have fallen at his feet. I should, may hap, have brought dishonor to your name, for love like this is greater than the things of earth. You brought him nsany times to me, and, after he had gone, I tossed about and grappled with my duty and my soul, lest I should follow him and beg that he might take me in his arms for one brief moment and then to let me die. “They were terrible, those battles in the night. They sapped my strength until you thought mo ill. If you could ever know the struggle that it cost to greet him then, again, with smiling face—to still the beating of my heart and pla^ the friend as 1 have done with other men; if you could only guess the fierce, wild agony of that unspoken love—you would not blame me for this deed, nor for unfaithfulness in thought to you. And, for my sake, you must not blame him, either. He did not know it, and it is no fault of his that wo men love him. God made it so. Try to understand him better, Edward. Look beneath the surface and you will love him, too. “Goodbye, my husband. Do not sorrow for this little life of mine— so frail and full of faults that It was but a burden to your own. Seek out some other woman, more worthy and more grateful than myself, and think of me sometimes as one who tried to do her duty, but failed because she was weak. Good bye, God bless and make you happy always. "MARGARET.’* Science in Business. In a recent issue of the journal of the British Society of Arts some strik ing examples of the effect of the use of science in German factories are given. In 1840 154,000 tons of beet root were crushed, from which 8, 000 tons of raw sugar were produced —about 5 1-2 per cent. In 1860 1,500, 000 tons were treated, and produced 128,000 tons of sugar—8 per cent. Last year 12,000,000 tons were crush ed and yielded 1,500,000 tons of raw sugar—13 per cent. This Increase of quantity, as well as percentage of product is due entirely to scientific treatment. The production of dry colors, chemicals and dyes in Ger many shows a corresponding increase in production and dividend-paying ca pacity, which is due to the constant maintenance of laboratories or trained scientists, whose only purpose is to improve and cheapen processes. Ne* York Women’s Clubs. The New York Ladies’ Club, now nonexistent, was the most exclusive in the metropolis. Its initiation fee was but $20, and the annual dues amounted to $30. It costs $25 to join Sorosis, while something like $33 will pay the dues and for the various breakfasts and dinners, says Ainsiee's Magazine. You can become a patron ess of a fashionable hospital or a life member of almost any old thing for $100. At the newly quartered Woman’s Club in New York, dining and writing rooms, dressing rooms and attendant maids, sleeping rooms, where for $1 you may put up for the night; lockers, where a change of clothing may be kept; telephone, tele graph and messenger service, Turkish and Russian baths, with a trained nurse—all these are obtainable with annual dues cf but $15. A Dreamer. I keep a-Bayin’ to myself—when sum mer's sizzfcs' so: "I'd like to down yonder, where the honeysuckle grow! I’d like to lind the meadows, with the daisies, cool sn’ deep; An' have the w'nds an' whippoorwills to sing my Soul to sleep!" An' yet, when I was with ’em—in the shadows of t*ie pines, Where the humm'n' bird was browsin' In the momlt*’ glory vines, I was evermore *-sayIn', In the lone some day and night; "I'd like to be up J under, where the city shines so brigt't!” It's still the same old feelln'—the rest lessness that seems To keep the soul a-movln’ for to realize Its dreams! An' when we realize 'em, an' reach the highest hill. We’re longin' for th% valley, an’ we're old-time dreamers still. Frank L. Stanton ie Atlanta Constitu tion. Compliment to Beaconsfield. In connection with the action of Sec retary Hay in the matter of the Jews of Roumania, it may be pointed out that it was mainly owing to the influ ence of Lord Beaconsfield that the treaty of Berlin was made to Include stipulations in their favor. It was Beaconsfield s skillful diplomacy in favor of the Jews which was upper most in the mind of Bismarck when, at one of his "parliamentary soirees,’’ he was asked by one or his guests whom he deemed to be the ablest plen ipotentiary at the congress of Berlin "Well,” replied the chancellor, “I don't care to say who was the ablest, but I am quite certain that the second ablest was laird Beaconsfield.” Books Economically Circulated. At the Philadelphia free library books are circulated more economical ly than in any othw library in the world, it is said. 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