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News from Washington Spelling Reform Order of the President Causes Agitation in Offi cial Circles—Destruction of the Earth Prophesied—Condition of the Poor to Be Improved. WASHINGTON—There is considerable agita tion in official Washington over the recent order by the president directing the use of phonetic spelling in all messages and other printed docu ments issuing from the White House. In address ing the order to the public printer the president has gone as far as he can to modernize orthog raphy. He has instructed the public printer to “follow copy" and his cabinet officers will of course fall into line. They will have all the an nual reports of division chiefs and other subor dinates as well as their own prepared with the words spelled as the president has decided they should be. The orthography advocated by Banker Mat thews and in part approved by the president, while phonetic, possesses the combined advantage of brevity. It will save time in writing and type setting, and will economize on the printing bill. In addition to the use of the contracted forms, “thru” and “tho, the past tense is obtained by a suffixed “t” instead of "ed,'' as “dasht” instead of ■'dashed,” and silent syllables will be dispensed with, “catalogue" being spelled “catalog^’ for example. In contemplating the introduction of the improved system in the various departments, the officials shake their heads in despair and point to the white haired clerks. They appreciate the difficulty they are certain to encounter. There is a suggestion that the stenographers employed in the departments will find it necessary to organize a night school to master the new system. The only encouraging part of the order is that the modernizing process is to be gradual. Should the changes in spelling be limited to easy stages of 100 words at the time, the stenographers and others who write the letters and prepare the departmental reports have some hopes of retaining their jobs and keeping out of an insane asylum. DOOM OF CITIES PREDICTED. Prepare for shocks. Prophet Edmund S. Stevens, of this city, has prophesied a long series of dreadful catastrophes which will culminate in the destruction of all the cities of the earth in the year of our Lord 1982. Mother Earth is not of plumb, according to (his prophet, and all the terrible earthquakes that have occurred and are yet to come are due to the fact that the earth is gradually resuming its proper position. When this stage of transi tion is reached there will be a new earth and a new heaven referred to in the scriptures. The prophecy follows: “CAUSE OF EARTHQUAKES. “The earth is out of her place, or upright position. It is gradually resinning it. Whenever there is an accelerated or faster motion then in that period earthquakes occur. We are now in one of these periods, from Mont Pelee, 1909, to ;1905. Again from 1925 to 1946 and again from 1965 to 2000 A. D. “In 1982 the earthquake is of such extent that all the cities of all the nations fall. Prom 2035 to 3144 A. D. the earth is in continual perturbation 'and in the latter year settles to its upright position. This brings in the new ;heaven and new earth. EDMUND S. STEVENS.” Prophet Stevens proves all his predictions by an elaborate collection of charts which are intelligible to him only. Mr. Stevens said the first creation was 11,278.237 years ago. Noted scien tists have stated it at about 11,000,000 years ago. Mr. Stevens says the scientists committed a “parachronism." He said further that he had "grasped this sorry scheme of things entire” that Omar Khayam wrote about. He has discovered the combination of how to measure years—no matter how far back ior how far ahead—he has the combination of the safe of time. “I have discovered the secret of the universe which has baffled scientists ;for all time; there is no doubt about that. I don't boast when I say this, but I just have, and that is all.” WHYTE A MODERN SPARTAN. Senator Whyte. Maryland's picturesque “grand old man,” who is occupying the seat of the late Arthur Gorman, had a birthday recently, and he is now in his eighty-third year. Whyte is probably the most remarkable man in Maryland to-day. He has never tasted a drop of liquor nor smoked and has never been inside of a saloon. He is not a member of any club. He defended GO alleged murderers and all were acquitted. He always rides in an ordinary day car on a passenger train and on the street cars in a city. He framed the instruments on which the unique government of the District of Columbia is founded. He lives outside of Baltimore, yet is able to appear at a trial in Baltimore in the morning and be in Washington in time to answer to the noon roll call of the senate. Twice chosen United States senator, he has also been governor, mayor, state senator, state representative, city solicitor, attorney general and state controller. He was defeated for the United States senate by Gorman and then suc ceeded him. He was a member of the Maryland legislature when Gorman was a lad in Howard county. He began the study of law while a boy, sitting on bags of burlap in a com mercial house, where he worked from seven o’clock in the morning until ten o’clock at night. He has argued cases before courts in Annapolis, Md.; New York and Hoston, within a period of two days. He declines to use a typewriter, maintaining that a gentleman should not use a “machine” in corresponding with friends. He is one of the few sena tors still alive who voted in 1869 against giving the negro the right to vote. He has but two older associates in the United States senate—both from Alabama. He will never talk politics on Sunday. He is unquestionably a gentleman of the old school. TO IMPROVE CONDITIONS OF POOR. Resident of few cities in the country are more proud of their town than are Washington’s, hut they have been deeply humiliated by the dis coveries that have been made recently by inspec ts authorized by law. Within two or three blocks of the Capitol building there are slums where human bcngs, aid and young, exist in great numbers in haoita tions so small and vile as to stagger belief. It tms been stated that these buildings are worse and more overcrowded than any to be found in New York or Chicago. Since the agitation of :he question of housing the poor it has been found :hat the old army barracks, which did duty away sack in 1861. ’62 ’62, '64 and '65, have been con stantly occupied by hordes of the colored popula tion. Without any sanitary provision whatever, it is needless to argue that such sections of the capital •ity are hotbeds for the breeding of pestilential disease and moral depravity. Washington s poor may be fewer in number than those of the more popu lous cities of the Ignited States, hut they are more neglected and more to be pitied because ot the dearth of opportunity for employment in a city without commercial or manufacturing interests. They are, for the most part the energyless and unthrifty whites and helpless, dependent blacks from the south who came to Washington as a Mecca during and immediately after the civil war. But recently there has been an awakening to these conditions, and laws have been passed which authorize the destruction of dens of infamy and degradation in the nation s capital. The work has already been begun by the cleaning out of the alleys and the removal of the tottering domiciles, mis called houses. Their present occupants are to be scattered in different direc tions. and helped to secure sanitary abodes in localities better suited to their spheres in life. The commissioners are now armed with authority by law, and it is not likely that they will be dilatory under the pressure of the press for imme diate action. Therefore, doubtless, the days of “Queen’s court ” “Chinch Row, "Nave's Row" and “O Street alleys” are numbered. OUR BLUEJACKETS BEST SHOOTERS. American sailors are the best target shoot er.s ,*n world according to our naval officers. W hile admitting that the record of the British ship Bruizer's six pounders, said to have made 46 hits out of 64 shots, shows excellent work, naval officers here are not inclined to give the palm to the British navy for accurate shooting. The record of the American navy shows that at least in one instance 22 hits out of 25 shots were made by a six pounder. In discussing the work of the Bruizer naval officers say that before they can make any accurate or valuable comparison between British and American marksmanship it will be necessary to know the size of the target, the rate of speed at which it was moving, and the actual time in which the 64 shots were de livered. The targets used by the British navy are considerably larger than those used on this side of the water. The latest official statement regarding target practice, which covers the navy’s work of last year, shows that since 1898 the size of the target has been reduced, the rapidity of firing has been increased, and the percentage of hits to shots risen from 40 to between 75 and 90 per cent, in main battery guns. The target has been reduced from 100 by 25 feet to 21 by 8 feet, and .while a 12-inch gun was given five minutes for each shot It has this year made a record of three shots and three hits within one minute. Naval officers point out that with the great improvement in the rapidity ; with which guns on American warships are loaded and discharged there has come a proportionate accuracy in shooting, so that 12 and 13-inch guns are not only fired 15 times as rapidly as formerly, but the percentage of hits hns risen proportionately, making the efficiency of the individual gun at least 31 times what it was before. FOR THE HOUSEWIFE LITTLE SUGGESTIONS THAT WILL BE OF HELP TO HER. Hints for the Little Domestic Econo mies That Are .Dear to the Heart of the Thrifty Home-Maker. I Line the garbage cans with news papers and the garbage can be han dled much easier. To fill glass jars stand jar on a steel knife blade and it may be filled with safety and ease. Set on cloth wet in hot water. If furniture is infested with moths remove the lining beneath the seat and interline with tar paper. This will also effectually prevent the com ing of the pest. Rubber overshoes can be patched with a strip of surgeon's adhesive plaster, if the hole is not too large. If leather “lifts” are fitted into the heels of rubbers the overshoes will wear longer than without them. Peroxide of hydrogen is a valuable antiseptic to have in the house. It makes a pleasant mouth wash and throat gargle when diluted and will remove blood stains very satisfactor ily if used before the stain is dry. A glove that Is a comparatively new Invention Is made of cotton threads and filled with a powder that is a good polish. As the glove is used the pow der sifts between the threads, so that the article that Is being rubbed is cleaned as well as polished. To clean diamond panes in lattice windows stir a little kerosene in tepid wat*r. Rub pieces of newspaper soft and soak in this, squeeze them almost dry and then rub the “diamond.” Wipe at once with old linen. With other newspaper rubbed between the hands, but not wTet, polish the glass. A medium-sized camel's hair paint brush is much more effective and eas ier to handle than the sponge fas tened to the cork in shoe polish for blacking shoes. Rub the shoelace with beeswax and it will not come untied easily. A bit of the wax ap plied to the end when the metal tip is lost will facilitate the lacing. An adjuster for curtains and pic tures has been invented that will no doubt save many a fall, not to speak of sprains and bruises. It consists of a long wooden handle on the end of which is a hooklike projection of iron. With this hook pictures may be removed from the molding and curtain poles may be adjusted with the great est ease, without having to climb on a chair or stepladder. No matter how many patented helps to your work you may possess, don’t neglect to have a pair of good rubber gloves. These gloves may be obtained in any length, from those that are quite short to the ones that come up to the elbow. Unless they are con stantly worn the nails will never be in good condition if much housework is done and the hands become grimy and altogether unattractive looking. To make a tough steak tender spread the steak with olive oil instead of beating it to bruise the fibers, which lets the juice run out into the fire. Let it remain an hour or so before cooking. Broil quickly so that each side will be thoroughly seared, then prop up your broiler so as to be a littie farther from the fire, for the slower heating through. That cooks the in side juices without losing them. Melt a small piece of butter in two table spoonfuls of vinegar and pour it over the steak while hot. This makes an appetizing gravy. Lemon juice can be used instead of vinegar if pre ferred. Colored Gloves. Colored silk gloves will be found much more economical than the white ones. They don’t need so many w-ashings and therefore won’t wear out as soon. Besides costing the same price in the beginning, as more perishable sorts. A navy blue silk pair, at 50 cents, look well with any sort of blue or blue-figured frock. Tan silk ones go with brown, ecru or almost any color dress. Light gray silk gloves are almost as dressy as white, and look well with the gray or blue linens. For the percales, lawns, etc., fig ured in green, red, black or violet, silk gloves in these colors will be found even prettier than white. For wear every day to business they are much more practical, as white soils so distressingly easy. Amber Comb Is in Style. Amber is taking the place of gold in women’s combs. A blonde should wear dark amber, a brunette light am ber, declared the hairdresser, for a contrast is desired above everything. For the back combs the tops are finished with odd oval-shaped pieces of amber resembling olives, and this particular style is the only one recog nized by smart women just now. The use of amber combs is an exceedingly pretty fashion, too, because of the glints of gold and brown in the amber which harmonize with almost any color of hair. Combs of amber are not so very expensive, although the best quality will cost as much as gold mounted combs. Linens Are Soft and Drapy. This season linens come in much softer fabrics than ever before. They are never as stiff as in former years, and often thinner than we have had them for outdoor gowns in times past, although such gowns are never made of transparent linen. Favorite colors in linen are pink, raspberry, gray, browns and tans, blues, greens and some manuves. This is a summer of colors, but, neverthe less, the white linen gown is more popular than any other kind. Peach Pudding. Beat one-third cup of butter and one cup of sugar together until light. Add one and one-half cups of flour, sifted with two and one-half level teaspoons of baking powder. Bake in two lay er tins and put together with a filling of chopped and sweetened peaches. Serve with a hot pudding sauce. ABOUT THE FALL HATS. Those for Evening Will Be Smaller, Those for Day Larger. While hats have shrunk in size for evening, they have actually grown for daytime wear, and one is greeted with a spectacle which is as marvelous as it is extravagant. The day hats art simply immense. Great big artificial birds will be worn this fall, and this is good new3 for the bird lover, who will not permit herself to wear the real article. The artificial bird is just as handsome, just as lifelike, just as fetching, and it is said to wear a great deal bet ter. Moreover, its colors are more al luring for it can be dyed into delicate shades which just match the gown. A novel fashion exhibition has just taken place in New York. It was of peculiar interest to the feminine world for two reasons. First, became it. served as an indication of the fash ions that are to come; and the sec ond reason of its interest can be at tributed to the fact that the exhibi tion was for sweet charity's sake. Seldom is there a fashion sale for charity's sake. It was one of the last of the sales conducted for the Cali fornia sufferers, and the money netted was devoted to the furnishing of clothes for the women school teach ers bereft by the fire. Of peculiar Interest was the theater hat room, for here was an alcove de voted to the display of the coming theater hats of fall and winter. These hats were so small that one is perfect ly justified in predicting that the reign of the big theater hat is over. The spreading picture hat, the great wide Gainsborough, the wonderful Romney, the aggressive but picturesque Eng lish walking hats and the plateau and the Amazon, all seem to be a thing of the past where theater hats are concerned, as a study of the new hats will indicate. USEFUL HOUSEHOLD HINTS. A tablespoonful of paraffine added to each three gallons of water when boiling white clothes will help to re move the stains. If you are one of those people who would love to make bread if it wasn’t for washing up the dishes, try greas ing the bread bowl all over inside with lard, or use a bread mixer. If salt is added to the water in which eggs are boiled, it will be found an advantage in case any of the eggs should be cracked. The egg will boil until done, without any of the white part leaking out of the shell. If a pinch of soda be put in cold water, and cabbage or cauliflower soaked in it, the Housekeeper tells us that there will be no disagreeable odor during the cooking process if the cooking vessel is left uncovered. Will the Housekeeper now tell us a satisfactory way to ‘'denature" the odorous onion? Plenty of padding, composed of old carpet, quilts, etc., placed on each stair step under the carpet, not only deadens the noise, but materially lengthens the life of the carpet. In the same way a good padding of news papers placed on the kitchen table or shelves, under the oil cloth, doubles or trebles the life of the oilcloth. Those who find nothing so restful and cooling as a sponge bath, when tired out and overheated in the sum mer, should add a handful of salt to the bath water. Nothing else had such a tonic effect or makes one feel more fresh and rested. Many use salt in the cold water also. They con sider that its invigorating effect les sens the tendency to taking cold. Red woolen dresses are an eco nomical investment for little girls' school dresses. A soft red wool is becoming to almost any child. These little dresses are very easily washed. Warm soap suds should be used, with a teaspoonful of beef gall added. This sets the color. Use warm rinsing water and rinse as quickly as pos sible. Dry the dress in the shade. Roll it up before it is quite dry and after it hat. laid at least half an hour, press it on the wrong side with a warm iron. When washed in this way any red woolen goods will look as good as new. Rice and Apple Dumplings. These are recommended as more wholesome than those made with po tato or flour. Boil a pint of rice until tender and steamed light. Have ready as many pudding cloths as you wish dumplings, each one a little less than a quarter of a yard square. Lay each one in turn over a small half pint basin and spread with boiled rice about half an inch thick. Put in the center quarters of peeled, sour ten der apples, then with the cloth work the rice over the fruit until smoothly covered. Tie up the cloth closely and pro ceed in this way until all are made. Steam three-quarters of an hour and serve with sweetened cream. Orange Juice in Salad. A delicacy which few northern per sons are acquainted with is the juice of the native Florida orange, used as the acid in salad dressing. It is an improvement on lemon juice for the purpose, and quite different from cider vinegar. NOT IN TOUCHABLE MOOD. “Do you know, I feel like asking you for a pound or two to go shopping with?” “Do you? Well, just come round again in an hour or so when the feel* ing has worn off.” Back to fhs Edge By S. E. KISER For seven day3 ue had struggled tc keep hope alive. Over rugged steeps and through desolate, barren valleys he had dragged his bleeding feet, try ing to make himself believe that hd would triumph if he could only keep on for another day. But each day that dawned found him still wandering alone over pathless wastes where there was no sign to indicate that a white man had ever been there before. His eyes had sunk deep into his head, his lips were drawn and cracked and his knees knocked together at every step he took. On the third day he had thrown away his coat and vest, on the fourth he had parted with his trousers, and now he stumbled and struggled on with nothing but a pair of boots and a shirt to hide his nakedness. He was indeed a pitiable sight, and with the last shreds of reason that remained to him he called down curses upon the heads of the people who had made \rizona so vast. A hundred times he had cried aloud for joy as he beheld in the distance fair cities, limpid streams or fruitful valleys, and a hundred times they had disappeared, leaving red mesas where they had been. Now he was again beholding what he told himself was nothing but another mirage. Far away there was a gently sloping hill, dotted with trees. He found it hard to convince himself that it was not a shady orchard, such as one may see on almost every farm in the east. Still he knew that if it did not disap pear he would find on reaching it that it was nothing but a dry heap of sand and rock, sprinkled with sapless bushes. Unwilling to have his illusion de stroyed, he sank down upon the hot ground and feasted his weary eyes on the picture, wondering as he did so whether he had strength enough to reach it, even if he could have assur ance that it was what it seemed to be. At length he struggled to his feet again and staggered on. He expected every time he looked up to find that the hill and the trees had vanished, but always he was gratefully disap pointed. The sun began at last to slip down the western slope of the cop pery sky, and still the hill and the trees were there. He feared that his reason had deserted him. that he had become a maniac filled with vain imagining, and he pinched himself to make sure that he still had the sense of feeling. Then he realized that the distance between him and the hill with its trees was lessening. With the strength that is imparted by hope he raised his head and went on. His feet seemed to grow lighter than they had been, and his knees almost ceased to tremble. The red disc of the sun was beginning to cut itself against the sharp edge of the farthest mesa, and a breath of wind that was gratefully cool stirred the bedraggled hair which hung over his brow. He half tumbled down the bank of an arroyo that wound along the foot of the hill toward which he had been eagerly making his way. and ! then, having clambered up on the i other side, he saw but a little way : ahead the first of the trees upon which his gaze had all day been fixed. He realized now that he was not about to ente* a fruitful orchard. The tree toward which he hurried with all his remaining strength was nothing but a stunted cedar. Still, not knowing why, lie felt a 1 sudden elation. Perhaps it was be cause the tree was olive. That was ! something, even if it. could give him no succor. He clambered on, intend ing when he reached the poor little bush to lie down beside it and go to : sleep. He knew that if he did this it was not likely that he would ever wake again, but he felt that he would rather die there than out on the bar ren sand where there would be noth ing to shield his bones from the hot rays of the sun. He was within a few rods of the tree, when he stopped and uttered a wild cry of joy. Gazing intently at something which lay a little distance beyond him, he fell upon his hands and knees and crept toward it, mur muring: “At last! At last!” He reached it and fell upon it, cry ing like a child. He knew that he had succeeded in getting back to the edge of civilization. He had found a tin can.—Chicago Itecord-Herald. Not All Visible. Capt. Dugge, of the Hamburg American liner Prinz Oscar, stood by the rail as his handsome boat neared Gibraltar. The day was fine, the sea blue and sparkling, and a pure, cool wind was blowing. "How beautiful the sea is,” said Capt. Dugge. “Did you ever witness the wonder of those who see the sea for the first time? Once 1 saw two peasants in such circumstances. They gazed at the boundless spread of roll ing blue water with awed eyes. Then one said: "Amazing! Who would have thought there could be so much water as that?’ “ ‘Yes,’ said the other. ‘And remem ber, Fritz, you only see what is on top.’ ” Meant Well. Quite recently a London cabman was engaged to drive a very stout old lady, and had a great deal of difficulty in getting her in and out of his cab. “I’m afraid I'm a terrible bother to you," she said, as, after strenuous ef forts, he succeeded in getting her out jf his vehicle. “Not a bit,” answered cabby, mean ing to be gallant. “1 allers likes a fare what steadies the cab.” HER THREE SUITORS By GERALDINE KEMP (Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.) In hei garden sat Phrygia one eve ning amongst the roses and the yellow elder bushes. Her summer home she called "Sweet Briar Farm,” and when in it, this little lady became the sim plest of country maidens. An open letter fluttered upon her knee; in fact, three open letters; each containing a proposal of marriage, or to speak more correctly, a renewed proposal of marriage, for the letters were from the aforesaid three in par ticular, who had pressed and who were still pressing their suit with urgency. Phrygia, as it happened, liked them all, but sure of none was at a loss to choose between them. Mr. Waldon was the cleverest; Dan Courtney the wealthiest; Harry Bond, the best look- j ing, but of the true nature of the three, Phrygia had her doubts. Wise | in her generation, she was only too ! keenly alive to the fact that neither wealth nor wit, nor mere outward comeliness, necessarily brought wifely content to soul or spirits. "I don’t suppose 1 shall get what I want, but I am going to try,” she said, placing the letters in their respective envelopes, “for it is certain that if I should make up my mind to marry, it will be either Mr. Waldon, or Dan Courtney, or Harry Bond.” The letter Phrygia wrote in answer to Mr. Waldon’s, forwarded to her, ran as follows: “My dear Mr. Waldon: You wonder where I am. Well, I will tell you. I am rusticating at Sweet Briar* Farm with my staid duenna, Lavinia Grey. You used to admire her lovely white hair and the way she looked at you through her lorgnettes. Will you join us? Come if you can on Wednesday next. Very sincerely, Phrygia.” And to the letter forwarded from Pan Courtney: “Dear Dan: Do you care for green j fields and cows? Nothing else but me ' No Other, Indeed, Than Phrygia. and Lavlnla? If so, come and spend a few days with us at Sweet Briar Farm. Come on Wednesday. Yours ever, Phrygia.” And to that from Harry Bond: “Dear Hal: If you can tear yourself away from your business, or whatever else occupies your valuable attention for just one day come and see me. I shall expect you on Wednesday. Phry gia. ' The letters were posted. “Will they come? Phrygia inquired j of Lavlnla. To which Lavinia made sage reply: ■ “If they don’t meet first at Dove dale perhaps they will.” "But if they do?” “Then I think they won't.” Wednesday arrived, and there being 1 a special train by which the three could travel westward, they met per- I force at the little country side station, j where each had alighted in quest of Sweet Briar Farm. In quest of Phrygia! 'Well!” exclaimed Harry Bond, not over-politely, to Dan Courtney. “What in the name of fortune brings you here?” “I was about to ask yon a similar question,” returned Dan, as plainly showung his annoyance. Meanwhile up came Mr. Waldon, the sight of whom caused the other two still further discomfiture. “Let me have the pleasure,” he said with an affability best described as princely, “of renewing my acquaint ance with you. We have met before, I think, at Phrygia Dean's.” “We are destined in all probability to meet yet again at Miss Dean's,” ob served Courtney, stiffly, “for she has asked me to spend a few days with her at her summer retreat.” ! “Where it appears she has invited me of all men to bear you company,” cried Bond, with a short, vexed laugh. Waldon volunteered no Information whatsoever concerning his move ments. “This is one of Phrygia’s whims, and I’m hanged if she shall make a fool of me," fumed Harry. “I shall take the next train back to town.” Which he did. “Miss Dean is forever playing some trick upon her unfortunate admirers,” Dan Courtney remarked feelingly to Mr. Waldon. The latter smiled. “I love Phrygia,” said he, “but wouid win her only if she loved me in return. [ intend that she shall ask me to Sweet Briar f arm a second time.” “Then I go alone to Sweet Briar?” “So be it” “And you?” “Forget that I exist.” “Do you go back to town with Har ry?” “No matter. You have your chance; j take it. It Is all that concerns you.” And they parted. Dovedale was a small and primitive Tillage, boasting of no vehicle except a wheelbarrow and a donkey cart. Con sequently Dan Courtney, on taking leave of his rival, set forth on foot iln the direction of Sweet. Briar Farm. Courtney encountered few foik on his pleasant road to the farm. A couple of farmers—a rosy-cheeked child and an old woman were chiefly those who crossed his path. The old men bade him good evening; the little girl smiTfd at him, and the old woman as she passed let fall with a clatter the bundle of sticks she had been gather ing in the wood. She was very bent, very g~ay, and very wrinkled; her face encircled in a big rusty black poke bonnet. She was muttering and moan ing strange things to herself as D«fn Courtney passed her by. But as her mutterings grew more ve hement, he halted, threw her a coin and »> passed on again. Had he glanced round at the o d withered poke-bonneted woman, be would have seen that a tear had glU j tened in her eye. "I am very tired,” she mumbled, i "and the bundle Is so heavy.” ‘Permit me to carry it for you,” said a voice, some minutes later in her ear* Waldon, for it was he, stooped and. notwithstanding her protestations, raised the bundle to his shoulder. “Where do you live?" asked Waldon, keeping pace with her feebie steps. “Near the wood,” came the high pitched, sing-song reply. “Near the wood.” “You are too old to work.” “Bread must be baked and fires must be made.” "Do you live alone?” "Granddaughter Mary lives with me now." “Granddaughter Mary ought to as sist you to gather the fuel for your fire." "Maty’s young and goes a-swee* heartin’.” “When you were young did you go a sweetheartin’?” She nodded assent and hobbled more briskly forward. “Show me where your home is," he said. “I should like to inform your granddaughter Mary that it would be more profitable to her if she cared less for her sweetheart and more for her grandmother.” “ ‘Twould be little use,” quoth the grandmother. “She's young and it’s but nat’ral.” "Natural to be thoughtless?” queried the prince. “Have you ever been out of Dovedale?” She shook her head. “Then Dovedale is your world." He drew a long, long breath, as though the idea was stifling. “Four walls and bread to eat, a hus band, and children to rear,” cried she. “What more do a woman want?" “And you have been happy?” “Never so happy as now!” exclaimed a clear, ringing voice, and before Wal don could recover from his astonish ment the old dame, with a truly mar velous agility, had vanished—whithei he could not say. “Phrygia!” called Waldon, flinging the sticks into a hedge and following the narrow side path Phrygia must have taken. At the end of the path was a small wicker gale, and passing through it Waldon came unexpected ly upon a low, thatched, rose-covereci cottage. After waiting several minutes tin door opened and some one came swift Iy towards him. No other, indeed, than Phrygia—no longer wrinkled, old and bent; tut in her most captivating of summer attire; the simplest of hat.r upon ter bronze-gold hair, and the daintiest of blue ribbons around her slender waist. “Miss Dean,” exclaimed Waldon. bowing low, “when will you cease to be everything that is bewildering and enchanting?” “Mr. Waldon,” answered Phrygia, with a responding obeisance, “when will you learn to be anything but chiv alrous and manly? What have you done with my kindling wood?” ”1 threw it away to follow you.” "To follow me?” “To the end of the world,” he added, earnestly. She coquetted a moment with her ribbons and laces. “Mr. Courtney must have arrived at the farm by now,” she said. “I hop ■ Lavinia will entertain him nice y Shall we not go to Sweet Briar, too?" Waldon hesitated. “On one condition,” he said. “Which is—?" "That Dan Courtney returns to town this e vening with Harry Bond.” “Is that what Harry intends to do?” demanded she. “Is he not a wise man?” ‘Very,” she acquiesced. “Why do you not return also?” “I lack his wisdom truly, but I can not.” “But if it is my wish?” “If it is your wish," he said. “I obey;” and he turned quickly on his heel. “Indeed, it is not my wish!” she cried. “Stay, Mr. Waldon, and come with me to Sweet Briar Farm. Mr. Bond may be wise; Mr. Courtney de termined, but you—you are chivalrous. 1 am content with what I have seen. Will you stay?” Silently he bent to kiss her out stretched hands, and they passed from the little cottage into the sunlight to gether. Caught Him. ‘'Confound. it, why didn't I say ‘yes?' ” said Blixon, as he threw down the receiver. “What’s the matter?" queried his partner. “My wife just telephoned and asked if I had anything to do to-nieht, and I said no. ‘All right.’ said she. ‘I’ll put my canning off till then, and you can stay home and rit cherries for me.’ ”—Detroit Free Press. Maybe She Was Wise. “I wish,” murmured Mr. Grumps, re flectively, “I wish my wife had played the piano for me when I was courting her.” “She plays now, does she not?" asked Mr. Chumps. “Yes—oh, yes. But if she’d done itj then, I’d still be a bachelor.”—Cleve land Leader.