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V . S3 X I i R iP INTERNATIONAL CHAPTER XX. HROUGH tllC drt- nos8 of the night they Hew onward to Dumfries. At they reached the suburbs of the little town, midnight w u 3 sounded from one of the church tow ers. The carriage left the highway, and rumbled on the causeway of the streets. About a quarter of an hour later It drew up In front of the railway stutlon. 'All was very quiet and gloomy. The only human being visible was a soli tary railway porter. Caussldlere leaped out. ''At what hour passes the express for the south?" lie demanded. "At half-past twelve, sir. You've ten or twelve minutes." Marjorle drow the hood of her cloak closely round her face, and, talcing her lover's hands, descended from the car riage and stood shivering and trem bling on the pavement. Cau-jaldlere paid the- fly-driver, and, ordering the porter to follow with the luggage, drew Marjorle's hand upon his arm and strolled Into the station. On reaching the platform, Marjorle cast a frightened look nround, dreading to behold some familiar face; but, be yond a couple of half-tipsy commercial travelers and a cattle-driver en route for the south, no one was visible. A little- later the two were seated alone In a first-class carriage and rap Idly whirling southward. The train ran right through to Car lisle, where they alighted. Hailing a fly, they were driven to an Inn, already familiar to Caussldlere, In an obscure part of the town. Thoy were evidently expected, and the hostess had prepared separate rooms. After a light supper, of which Mar jorlo scarcely partook, but which the Frenchman made festive with a bottlo of very bad champagne, they parted for the night. "Good-night, my darling," said Caus sldlere, fondly. "To-morrow, early, I shall bo tho happiest man In all the world." Nothing could be kinder or more re spectful than his manner; yet poor , Marjorlo retired with a heavy heart, and It was not for some hours after ward that she cried herself to sleep. The day following Marjorle's de parture there was commotion at tho manae. At early morning her absence had been discovered, and to make as surance doubly sure, the following noto bad beon round lying open on her dressing-table: "Dear Mr. Mentelth When you re colvo this, I shall ho far away. I have gone with one who loves mo very much, and In a few hours we shall be married. Pray, pray do not think mo wicked or ungrateful; but I was afraid to tell you how much I loved him, for rear you snouid ue angry nt my choice. Ho has promised to bring- mo back In a little time to ask forgiveness of all my friends. Tell Solomon, with my fond love, how weary I shall be till -I 8co him again; he was always good to me, and I shall never forget him. Tell Miss Hethorington, too; I never had a kinder friend; but she must not blame mo for following tho wish of my heart. God bless you all! Your loving "MARJORIB ANNAN." That was tho letter, and Mr. Mon telth read It aloud in utter amaze ment. It would be falso to say that ho exhibited any more violent emotion, for ho had merely a friendly Interest in the girl, and felt for hor no overmas tering affection. But Solomon Mucklo backlt, after listening thunderstruck, uuereu a wnu cry, and struck his fore head with his clinched hand. "I kenned it, I foresaw it! It's the Frenchman, dawm him!" "Hush," said tho minister. "No pro fanity, my man." "Dawm him, dawm him!" ropeated tho soxton, trembling with passlpo. "Ho has stolen oor Marjorle away. I saw tho dell's mark on his face whon ho first camo creeping ben oor house and foil sleoplng in oor kirk. Dawm him, I say noo and for ovormair!" Then Mr. Montolth, not without diffi culty, elicited from Solomon, who was almost distraught, tho wholo Btory of Caussldlero's acquaintance with Mar jorle, and subsequent visits to tho manso. "After all." said Mr. Mentelth, re flectively, "ho Is a gentleman, and as they aro going to be married " "Married!" ejaculated Solomon. "Marry an awtholst marry tho (Jell! Dut he'll ne'er marry her. He'll bo tray her and heart-break her, and cast her awa'." In tho limits of a small Scotch ,vll lago nowa of any kind soon spreads, and beforo mid-day Marjorle's olope ment was bolng discussed everywhere Prosently John Sutherland appeared at tho manso, looking palo as death. On questioning Mr. Montolth, he soon learned tho wholo state of affairs. Mr. Mentelth handed him Marjorle's letter. Ho read it, and his eyes tilled with tears. "May God deal with him as be deals with her!" ho groaned. "Does Miss Hetherlngtoa know, what has hap pened T" THE PRESS ASSOCIATION.. I "Not Vot " rnnlln.1 M- l.,tl.l, "I will CO to hpr nt'iin'rn" nrln,l Hut!.. crland. "It 8 right tliat she should know. Perhaps she can advise us what to do."- Breathless and wild, he arrived at tho Castlo door. Directly he had sum moned the serving-woman, he discov ered that the news had arrived beforo him. "She's like a wild creature." said tho servant. "I'm In dread to face her, and sue s oruered oot tho carriage, and will drlvo awa' at once. If ye must see her, gang In yersel'; I daurna announco your coming!" Sutherland stepped Into the hall. "Wheesht!" whispered the woman. "I hear her coming doon the stair." Scarcely had she spoken, when Miss Hethorington, cloaked and bonneted, appeared at the other end of the hall. She approached feebly, leaning on her stnff; and as Sutherland hastened to meet her, he saw that her face was like that of a corpse, her hair disheveled and wild, her whole frame trembling with unusunl excitement. "is it true?" she cried. Sutherland's arm. "Yes, Miss Hethorington." "Marjorlo Annnn has manso?" gripping left the "Yes. last night.1 "And In that scoundrel's company?" "I believe so; but In her letter 'sho mentions no name." "Her letter? What letter?" Sutherland thereupon told her of tho lines Marjorle had left for Mr. Men telth. She listened trembling; then seizing the young man's arm again, she drew him Into the drawing-room and closed the door. "Let mo think, let me think!" sho cried, sinking Into a chair, and cover ing her face with her hand. When sho looked up, her eye3 were full of tears. "She's a lost lassie! And I might have saved her had I known! Oh, Mar jorle, Marjorlo! My brother's curso has como homo to us both at last!" Sutherland looked at her in utter as tonishmont. He had expected to find her angry and Indignant, but hor man ner as well as her words were beyond measure extraordinary. Before ho could speak again, she rose to her feet, and said, between her firmly set lips- 'lnkl.nl. O...I I 1 ... . ' . """""o ouuieriunu, listen to me! Have you tho heart of a man?" "What do you mean?" "While you stand glowering there, she's rushing awa' to her ruin! Will you gang after her. and In that villain's very teeth bring her back?" "I don't even know whero she has gone,' replied Sutherland; "and, be sides, she has fled of hor own will', and I have no right " Miss Hetherlngton Interrupted him impatiently, almost fiercely. "You have the right, that you loved her yoursel'. Ay, I ken all that! Find hor, Bavo her from that man, and I swear beforo God you shall marry her Johnnlo Sutherland!" ' But tho young man shook his head, looking tho picture of despair. "It Is too late," ho said; "and. after all, ho Is her choice." "What right has sho to choose?" cried Miss Hetherlngton. "She cannot, sho daro not, against my wish and will.' I tell you ho has beguiled her, and spir ited nor awa . it you woro half a man, you'd bo after them ere this you'd hunt them down." "But what could I do?" exclaimed Sutherland, In uttor consternation. "Do!" cried the ludy of tho Castle, almost screaming. "Kill tho scoundrel kill him! Oh, If I had my Angers at his throat, I'd strangle him, old as I am!" Overpowered with her emotion, sho sank Into a chair. Full of amazement and sympathy, Sutherland bent over and endeavored to calm her. As he did so, sho began moaning and sob bing as if heartbroken. Then suddenly, with eyes streaming and lips quivering, sho looked patheti cally up In his face. "Tho blamo Is all mlno!" she sjbbed. "God has punished me, Johnnlo Suth erland. I should have defied tho scan dal o' tho world, and taken hor to my heart lang syne. I'm a sinful woman, and Marjorlo Annan Is my child!" CHAPTER XXI. HE next day Caus sldloro and Mar jorlo walked to gether through tho Holds until they came to a quaint old church standing alone on a lonely suburban road. When thoy enter ed It was quite empty, and Caus sldlere, grown very sorlous now, looked at his watch and walked restlessly a bcut. Marjorlo entered one of tho pews, and, falling on her knees, prayed silently. How long sho remained there sho did not know; a hand laid gently upon hor shoulder recalled her to herself, and looking up she saw her lovor. "Come, Marjorle," ho said; "come, ray Iovo." Sho roso from her knees; ho put his arms about her and led her away. What followed seemed Hko a dream. She was only dimly conscious of walk- IfWr RED CLOUD CHIEF, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 17 lng up tho broad alslo and talktttg her place before tho altar rails. She saw as In n mist the clorgymao in his whlto robe, and n man and a woman who were complete strangers. She was con scious of tho service beltig read, of giv ing her responses, of her hands bolng clasped, and of a ring being put upon her flncer. Then she was led away again; she was In a strange room, sho signed hor name, and as she laid down the pen, Caussldlere clasped her In his arms and kissed her. "My wife!" he said. Yes. It was all over; tho past was dono with, tho future begun. Marjorlo Annan had been by that simple cero mony transformed Into "Marjorlo Caussldlere." Tho ceremony over, the wife and hus band returned to tho Inn, whero they had a private luncheon. Then she entered the carriage which was awaiting her, and drove away by her husband's side to tho railway sta Hon. CHAPTER XXII. H 12 revelation of tho true relation ship between tho minister's ward and tho proud lady of tho Castle fairly stupefied John Sutherland, It was so utterly over whelming and un expected. Thero was a long pause, filled only with tho low monotonous wall of tho miserable woman. At last Sutherland found his tongue, though to little purpose. "Oh, Miss Hetherlngton, what Is this you aro telling mo? I cannot bcllovo It! Marjorlo your daughter! Surely, surely you cannot mean what you say?" "It Is God's truth, Johnnie Suther land," replied tho lady, gradually re covering her composure. "I thought to bear tho secret with me to my grave, but It's out at last. Grief and despair wrenched It out o' mo ero I kenaed what I was saying. Gang your ways," sho added, bitterly, "and spread It Hko tho town-crier. Let all tho world ken that tho lino o' the Hotherlngtons ends as It began, in a black bar sinister and a nameless shamo." "Do not say that!" cried Sutherland. "What you have said is sacred between you and me, I assure you! But Mar jorlo Did she know what you told me?" Miss Hetherlngton shook her head. "She had neither knowledge nor sus picion. Even Mr. Lorraine knew noth ing, though whiles I fancied that ho made a guess. Only one living man besides yoursel ever found out the truth, and maybe ero this Marjorlo has learned It fra him. God help me! she'll learn to hate and despise me when he tells her all." "You mean the Frenchman?" said Sutherland. "How Is It that he " "Curse him for a black-hearted dev il!" said Miss Hetherlngton, with an ac cess of her old fury. "Ho camo horo like a spy when I was awa', and ho searched amang my papors, and ho round in my desk a writing I should havo burnt lang syne. Then ho threat ened, and fool-like I gavo him money to quit the place. He has qulttod it, but with her in his company, wao'a me!" And she wrung her hands In despair. Then quick as thought her mood changed, and she rose trembling to hor reet. "But there's no time to be lost. While we stand blethering nnd glowering, he's bearing her awa Johnny Sutherland, let me look In your face. Onco again, havo yo tho heart of a man?" Suiting tho action to tho word, she gazeu at mm as if to read his soul. (TO DB CONTINUED.) very in the Cliliicmi Quarter. It Is an oxperience for one who has never been In tho Chinese quarter to go into ono of those dark hallways, say In Pell street, and take either tho stairway at hand, or cross tho back area and tnko tho stairway of tho rear tenement, writes a Now York corre spondent of the Pittsburg Dispatch. Tho air Is suffocatingly sweet with tho odor of opium. On tho stairs you meet Chinamen, smoking cigarettes that give out a curious Oriental smell. At each laundry aro four doorB, each with wnat iooks like a Chinese laundry slip pasted between the upper panels. And if your step is unfamiliar, many of these doors will open. Then you get a glimpse of an Oriental interior, luxurious with couches, rues. nff burning inmps, dollcato china and all manner of costly wares from tho east. And blocking tho doorway stands tho hostess. Sho will bo Cnuc.islan. Sho will be comoly. Sho will bo clad In a loose gown of some gaily flowered ma terial. Sho will havo high heeled shoos and a slight showing of a gaudy silk stocking. In her fingers will bo a lighted cigarette In her oyes will bo that shifting, dreamy expression that tens tno opium r.moker as plainly as tho stained lingers tell tho cigarette slave. Mimed thr .'.IcIitliiBHle'. Son. An amusing story is told of tho lato Tnfin Ttlfynln... "I-- . ........ ..... UHl;0 wnon 8no waa staying with some friends in tho coun try it transpired that, although she often wrote delightfully of nightin gales, sho had never heard ono sing. So ono night tho wholo household wont out In tho moonlight especially to hear them, and after, by an offort, holding their tongues for flvo minutes while tho nightingales sang divinely, thoy were startled by Miss Ingelow asking, "Are they singing? I don't hear anythlBg!" With a Londoner's dread of draught!, the poetess, before going out into the night air, had filled her ars with eet ton wool! Philadelphia Record. JEALOUSY'S CRIME. A CHICAGO SHOWMAN HIS WIFE. KILLS rhclr f.lltln (tlrl Awrtkrin to riu. I Thrlr Ileml lloillri llrrnrhml In Their Mfo'n Itlmnl An Umiially Atrorloin Deed. HARM L5 I I I M. FORI) Mllod hi wife A then com mitted hiilolite :n Chicago tho other morula;;. Jealousy Is supposed o have been tho eniihc. CI I (Tort', till wife and the!- daughter Musetta, 11 yean m Musiermcumwo old, resided In t!.e fear of a small restaurant and confec tlonery store conducted by Mrs. Clif ford. John Morris, who operates tho Lion laundry at 1100 Rush street, opened his shop at (1:30 o'clock, ac cording to his usual custom. He no ticed that the morning- rolls and the full milk can of his neighbor Iny un touched on the doorstep.and he stepped to the low window to call them, as lit had often done u.foro. Neither Clif ford nor his wife responded, but the Blrl Musetta, hearing the call from the room adjoining that of her mother, whore she had been sleeping, slipped OUt Of 1)0(1 and went Intn lu.r niiiHmr'u room. The sunlight that fell upon the bed through the. half-closed shutters gleamed on crimson bed clothing, on a revolver by the bed side, and on the blood stained bodies of her parents. Screaming with fright, the girl ran to tho door nnd called Morris, who after hastily looking Into the room, went to call the police. Then It was dlscoveied that Mrs. Clifford's throat had been cut by her husband, and that he had shot hlniBelf In the right temple. Each np parently had died Instantly, for there was no evidences of a struggle. Mrs. Clifford's body lay In the night clothing In a natural position, with the head resting on the pillow as If In sleep. The body of Clifford lay across the foot of tho bed. clad In underclothing nnd trousers only. The woman's throat apparently had been cut with one stroko of a butcher knife, which lay with the revolver beside the bed. Her face and tho whole upper part of the bed were stained with tho blood from her wound. The police took possession of the bod ies, and a search wus begun for some thing that would throw light upon the motive of the crime. In the pocket of Clifford's trousers were found two notes addressed to Mrs. Clifford and signed by Gust A. Penner, a recontly appointed police officer residing at hi urand avenue. Thoy were on pa per bearing tho heading of the police department, bore dates of Aug. 3 and Aug. 4, and apparently had been re celved by Mrs. Clifford while on a trl to St. Joseph, Mich. They were as follows: No.l: "ChIcago,Aug.3. Mrs. L. M. Clifford, 119 State street, St. Joseph, .Mich.: I will leave here tomorrow (Wednesday) evening by tho night boat at 11:30 o'clock for St. Joe. Hoping you are well and having n good time. I remain respectfully yours, Gust A Penner." No. 2: "Chicago, Aug. 4. Mrs. L. M. Clifford, St. Joe, Mich.: Im possible to leave on tonight's boat, but will leave on Thursday (tomorrow) morning boat at 9:30 o'clock. Meet me and bring your lady friends with you Yours, etc., Gus." Penner was appointed to the police force tho day before, and had served ono day at tho Chicago avenue station. The Undine of those notes In Clifford's pocket has convinced the police that the murder and suicide was the result of Joalousy. Clifford was 38 years old and his wife 35. They had been married seventeen years, but during the last three years C. W. CLIFFORD. had lived apart most of tho time. Tho two, with their daughter Musetta, enmo to Chicago from Rochoster, N. Y In the latter part of 1894, and Mrs. Clifford started tho restaurant. Clif ford haa had concessions for a weight machlno at several places of amuse ment. Tho dnughter has been for tho Ia9: two years at St. Joseph's Academy ot the Sacred Heart ut Cedar Rapids, la On her return last June she found that hor father and mothor had quarrolen nnd that Clifford was living alone in a west side flat. The difference was smoothed over, however, and tho thrco wore united In tho llttlo Rush strict house. But, according to tho daugh ter and tho neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Morris, who havo known tho Cliffords for seven or eight yearB, Clifford's un- govomablo tompor made mattors con tinually unpleasant. He suspected his wlfo of Infidelity and made threat after threat to kill her. Sho in hor turn grew angry, and thero was anything but peace between them. Ella Anflold, a little girl employed to help about tho restaurant, told the coroner that Clifford told his wife ev ery fow days ho would murder her soon but she never believed him. Tuesday jK n 1897. afternoon, by the girl's story, Mrs. Clif ford was chopping meat, when her hus band grasped the knlfo nnd said, "How would you like me to use this on you7" Mrs. Clifford grew angry nnd answered, "Go on. kill me. You said yu;. would often enough. Do It now, while Ella's looking." Clifford muttered something the girl did not catch, and put down tho knife. Tuesday night Mrs. Clifford nnd Musetta were sitting sewing, when Clifford entered nnd ordered the llttlo girl out of the room. Her mother told her to sit still, and when sho obeyed her mother Clifford was furiously an Kry. At 11 o'clock the family wont to bed. It Is supposed tho deed was dono about 4 o'clock. Morris nnd his wlfo were awakened nt that time by some thing that sounded like a shot, Mor ris declares, but he did not Investi gate It. Penner, supposed to be tho Indirect cnuso of the murder, had known Mrs. Clifford only a weok, and was Intro duced to her by Clifford himself, so Mrs. Morris declares. The Morrises refuse to believe that Mrs. Clifford had wronged her husband, and Join with the llttlo dnughter In donounclng Clifford's temper nnd attitude toward his wife. Miirriril, Aim how. Alexander Bolles, one of tho early Itinerant preachers, was much tor mented by the Influence of ono John Rogers, who openly taught atheism nnd the abolishment of inarrlago. On one occasion, while holding a meeting In the woods, a young man and woman pushed tin' way up to the stump which served as a pulpit. The man, Interrupting the sermon, said defiantly: "I'd like you to know that wo aro Rogerltes." Tho old man looked nt MRS. CLIFFORD. him over his spectacles, and waited. "Wo don't believe In no God. Nor In marrlnge. This is my wife, because I choose her to bo, but I'll havo no preachor nor squire meddlln' with us." "Do you mean to tell me," thundered Father Bolles. "that you havo taken this girl home as your wlfo?" "Yes, I do," said the follow, dog sedly. "And you have gone willingly to live with him as your husband?" "Yes," said tho frightened girl. "Then I pronounco you mnn nmi wife, and whom God hath Joined to- Bother let no man put nsundcr. Bo off I with you! You nre married now no cording to the law and the gospel." A Hhotvcr of Kroj;i. A travoler from Fort Ogden, Florida, iicciarcu tnat no pnssed through an avalanche of frogs ten miles south o( here recently, says a dispatch from Ar cadia, Fla. It had been raining terri bly for threo days and tho day before yesterday there was almost a cloudburst In this county, tho rnln coming down for four hours In almost solid sheets. This man started out nnd on tho way he posed through a section whoro for two miles tho frogs literally covered the ground. Tho road was covered nnd tho ground In tho woods as far as could bo seen on either side. They were crushed beneath his horso's feet as he rode along. There were threo kinds or sizes, most of them bolng the green so called "treo frogs" so abundant hero. The small ones woro about an inch long, the others being two nnd threo Inches, Thero were millions of them and tho nolso they mndo was deafonlng. Ho brought sovcrol along as specimens. It's tho general opinion hero that the cloudburst brought them. Thla Is tho first time that this thing has over hap pened in this section and tho people aro greatly excited over It. Tho man stated that tho frogs seomed dazed and hardly moved ad ho camo along. Snuke lii Hrr Ourret. Mrs. Jacob Leldy found a nest of seven young rattlesnakes In tho gar rot of her homo. Tho houso Is located at tho foot of Mount Jefferson, Pa., and tho garret window Is only a fow feet from tho rocky Bldo of tho moun tain. The young snakes wore about ten Inches long. They woro In a pleco of flannel lying on tho floor. They darted tholr forked tongues at her nnd then dropped In a holo lu the floor. .Mrs. lvoiuy declares she hoard the buz zing of n big rattlesnako when the lit- no roptnes crawled over tho floor and believes tho garret is infested with rattlers. Mother Accidentally HhooU Her llaby. Samuol Johnson of Johnsonburg, Pa., took a 32-callber rovolver from his pockt and told his wlfo to lay It away. Mrs. jonnson was sitting on a chair nnd laid tho revolver in her lap. Hor 4-year-old boy was playing on the floor, and the mother took hold of the ro volver and accidentally pulled tho trig ger. The ball entered tho child's face Just under tho chin. Dr. H. H, Smith was called and dressed tho wound, but the child died. Tho parents aro almost wild with grief. TEACH1NOBY PHONOGRAPH t r-rofct.or of Lanco-cei Who milltei t iMtrnment In Ilia limine, From the Pittsburg Dispatch: Tho phonograph, which has passed through "any commercial vicissitudes, has proved Itselr H most practical and val uable devho h, Hold originally un thought of. Fur tho last flvo years a Now York professor of languages haa taught various tongues by phonograph In all parts of tho world, but espec ially In South America and Mexico. Ho furnishes a text book, say for Span lards to learn English, arranged In twenty lessons. These lesson nrn nion Blvon in his own voice on twenty cy linders. Accompanying these tran scribed cylinders aro twenty blank ones. Tho graphophone, which ia a variation of tho phonograph, Is found a convenient Instrument to send to the pupil. Thero Is also sent a cylinder containing a lesson in any language, with n chnptor or sceno fmm a oom edy or a novel, or with a aoug or a bal lad. Blank cylinders for the return messages or rocltatlons cost 20 cents apiece. Tho pupil, thus equipped, op ens tho book nt tho first lesson, put" the tubes Into his ears and starts the machlno slowly. He repeats this nrae- tlco on nny message again and again, moro nnd moro rapidly, until ho la thoroughly familiar with every Inton ation and ncccnt. Hnvlng In this way mastered tho first lesson ho puts one of tho blank cylinders In tho machine and answers tho questions In tho lea son. This cyllndor, Inclosed In n llt tlo box, goes back to the teacher, who. with n stenographer by his side. lis tens to tho recitation and dictates bis corrections nnd criticism. Tho letter nnd cylinder go back to the pupil, who compares his own utterances with the original cylinder nt the points Indicat ed in tho teacher's letter nnd Is enab led to tell wherein his defect lies and how to euro It. Over 1,000 phonographs havo beca sold for this purpose Its Iminens vcluo as n teacher lies In the fact that It never wearies and will go on repeat ing tho same passago elthe- with the eamo or vnrlod Intonation, for thoa sauds of times, If necessary, so that' the pupil can learn by assiduous prac tice to reproduce the finest shades of Inflection and thus acquire a purity of accent that could only bo othorwia nttalnod by long residence In the coun try whero tho language Is spoken. An extension of this Idea, which haa already taken shape, Is tho giving oil vocal lossons by phonograph. Thla. however, Is a much moro complex mat ter, and It Is doubtful whother It can bo made more than a quallflod succem. One of the most vital things in singing) is color, and this Is Just what moat phonographs fall to reproduco. If an Instrument can bo mado that can be ra ited upon to do this tho burden of vo-i cnl teaching can bo greatly lighten and American students of singing caa enjoy a European course of tultloa without needing to cross tho ocean for It. Du Maurler and Alma-Tadema. The resemblance between Mr. Da Maurler and Mr. Alma Tadema, R. A., was very striking. An amusing storr la told In cnnnrnMnn with thl . wl Du Maurler wn mm ,iav .t . mJL party, when a ladv next to him .' pressed surprlso that ho could evor be mlstnken for Mr. Alma-Tadema, fon she could not boo the slightest likeness. Attorwards sho said: "Oh, I bought your photograph tho other day; would you mind putting your autograph to It?" Mr. Du Maurler said ho had no ob jection, and thto photograph was sub sequently produced. Mr. Du Maurler took It up, looked at It, alghod, and laid It gently on tho tablo. "That," said he, "Is Mr. Alma-Tadoma'a por trait." Her New Idea. Sometimes very pretty women do have ideas In their heads, cynics to the contrary. MmO. Meyrelles, wlfo of a Parte banker, lately executed and carried out a unique evening entertainment. She gave a lawn party at her country resi dence on tho banks of the Seine aad provided, not a barge, but a rowboat for each of tho fifty couples Invited, each boat being given a number. The MME. MEYRELLES. boata were all massed together In Una ""l docornted with flags and bunting. jvucii iuhii ana woman was given a numbered favor and sought tho boat bearing tho same numbor. A noise less tug with tho row of boats attached started up tho river amid laughter and fun and In ten minuses tho order waa given to chango boats, each man be ing transferred to tho boat ahead.whlla tho man in the front boat went back; to the last, a swift naphtha launch attend ing to tho transfers. Twenty-flv changes woro made on the way to a pretty grove, where lunch was served, and the rest of the changes were com pleted on tho way back. There were no wall flowers at thla party every one stood an equal chance. T1t. . ! Ill . I f n aafc ii i " - r"Blv irrmtTTjnrix mmms uuaBaatWBOttiiMikiMBaaaii