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ta41lllVltl1Mll Wf w hi KITTY'S HUSBAND By Author of "Hetty," Etc. M VV.. huw.uui s s S s s 4? 'ta't ' nmo Arnnud liml or will Uko n box, and she Invites us all." ,fc,fC,fS CHAPTER X. A beautiful woman, about whoso beauty thcro could not bo two opln lor -of goodly height, yet so full of grnc that she was rarely described as tall with a certain gentle Btatcllnesa that no words can qulto describe with a head well poised, gray eyes that had moro tenderness, more passion In their depths than any othor eyes I had ever seen, tnobllo lips as expressive ub tho eyes, a face a porfect oval, clearly, deli cately cut, bright, brown wavy hair, growing gracefully around a perfect brow the most beautiful woman I had over Been, ever dreamt of Madatno Arnaud. She had tho gracious ways which n beautiful woman learns by the tlmo ho is thirty years of age. If thirty yearn had taken the first soft, peach like bloom from her complexion, that was but a small loss. With her queen ly ways, her slow yet radiant smilo, sho was far moro charming than any mere girl could, bo. In her presence even Meg's prettlness seemed inex pressive. 1, who had scarcely any claim to prettlness, was ovorwhclmed with a sense of my own Insignificance We saw much of Madame Arnaud. She came often, and she generally ramo in the evening whon John was at home. Ostensibly, her calls were on me; but, whon she left tho drawing room, John accompanying her across tho little hall, she fell at once into a softer, more familiar tone; sometimes, half an hour after sho had bidden good-night to mo, sho was still talking In a subdued, confidential volco to John in the hall or in his study; and now and then John would go with her the short distance that lay between our houses, and if tho evening was quiet I could catch tho sound of their footsteps as tbey passed and repassed up and down the pavement, until at I poked my lire obediently. Tho merry blaze shot up and dispersed tho shadows. The firelight was so pretty that the lamp, which the maid nt that moment brought In, wns b.tulshcd by Meg to tho piano In tho corner. The little afternoon tea tablo wns wheeled before tho fire, and Meg drew her chair opposite to mine and sank back In It with n sigh of luxurious content. "Ono question, Kitty," sho said. "Will John come in?" "I think not not yet." "Then I'm happy," sho replied; "I breathe freely. Now confess, Kitty I'll never tell a soul don't you feel a sense of rellof when John goes out?" "No. I don't." "Kitty, you'ro snappish. Your tem per was never nice and it's getting worse." I laughed and began to pour out tho tea. Meg leant back In her chair and looked critically at her blue cup, and stirred her tea slowly with the quaint little apostle's spoon, then removed tho spoon to examine it. "I liko your silver and your china. Kltfy. Tho sight of your sllvor and china would almost pcrsuado mo to marry, If anyone would mnrry me. But the sight of you and John counteracts the rash desire." "How do John and I look?" "Look at yourself In the glass, dear; tho glass will speak for one. And John looks worse. Do you keep him on cold mutton chops, Kitty? Nothing but an unvarying diet of mutton chops could account for his profound gloom." "John's not gloomy you Imnglno that," I declared, with n little sharp catch In my breath even ns I made tho decisive assertion. "And you'ro not gloomy?" ques tioned Meg, stirring her tea, nnd put ting out her neatly-shod little feet to tho welcome blaze. "Is ho a tyrant, CHAPTER XI. Tho firelight was very bright I leant back in my chair to escapo from It. My heart had suddenly turned cold; I walled for a moment, then asked a question very quietly. "Was Madamo Arnaud thcro at tho ofllco, Meg?" Meg hesitated for a moment. Sho put down her cup, folded her hands in tier lap, and looked closely nt mo. "Kitty, for goodness' sake, bo a ra tlonal being!" sho exclaimed. "If you hnd meant to bo Jealous of Mndame HER UNCLE'S JOKK t rnnud, you should have boon Jealous before you married John, nnd not have married him. For goodness' sako, don't bo Jealous nt this Into dato." "I'm not Jealous," 1 replied, In n dull yet protesting tone. "Why should I bo?" For many mlnutcB wo sat In sllcnco, tho clock on tho llttlo chlmney-plcco ticking audibly In the stillness of tho room. Then It was I who broko tho sllcnco. I spoko with sudden passion, yet In a low, slow, deliberate tone. "I wish I had never married John," I said. "I wish It every day, Meg. I have spoilt his life. I have mado him wretched." "Kitty!" Meg waa as serious now as I. She camo round to whore I sat, and seated herself on the elbow of my chair. 1 put my head against her Bhoulder and sat in silence, looking perfectly hopo leBsly before mo. "Ho loved her," I said nt last, still speaking In a quiet tone, still looking bofore mo Into the glowing lire. "Some ono should have told me! No ono told mo; I did not know I did not know!" "And I did not know it until aftor wards," said Meg gently. "I hnd heard of her. but I had only heard half, the story. I heard it again tho othor day moro fully.1 "Tell mo." "Hut John has told you." "No." "How strange! It's n long story; 1 scarcely know whore to begin. Ten or eloven years ago Madamo Arnnud she was Lucia St. John then waa an actress, n singer but you know that." "I know nothing." "Sho sang In opern; they said she waB tho coming prima donna. Sho sang for two seasons; then her volco failed her." "Go on, Meg." "Sho hnd been engaged to John how strnngo It Is, Kitty, that I should know this and not you! did you kuow sho had been engaged to John?" "No." "John ought to have told you, I think. Well, Bhe had been making a big Income, nnd the Income dwindled down to nothing suddenly, nnd John was poor. Ho waa very poor, you know, In thoso dnya; ho was only a solicitor with a precarious sort oi practlco, with a reputation yet to bo mado. Then ho was struggling to pay off his father's debt he was poor, hopolessly. She had made him promise that, after their marriage, alio Bhould not glvo up her career sho was to bo allowed to go on singing. Sho had beon singing in Pnrls; sho waa coming home. It was midwinter, and she nnd MIsb Mortimer, who wns always with her, choso to remain on deck when facnslblo pcoplo would have been sleep ing in their cabins. Sho took cold. Whon sho got well again her volco was gone gono aa far as her profession was concerned. That's her story." "But not nil. Go on." (To be continued.) "No, Kilty; you must never marry without my consent. You arc not In love now, nro you?" "Why, no, uncle. How cou'd I bo when 1 don't know any one." "That's so. You didn't hnvo much chance to fall In love nt school, nnd your vneitloiis wcro spent with mo. Now, Kitty, tho man I want you to marry Is Mr. Right." "Mr. Wilght?" "Yes. You have never seen him?" ho asked, his eyes twinkling. "No. I don't know nnv Mr. Wrlcht." "Well, he's tho man I want you to mnrry, and If you do you shall have every cent of my money." "Hut, uncle, 1 have never sion him and might not caro for him, unit If I did perhaps ho wouldn't want me." "Oh, you'll fall In lovo with him fast enough, ami ns for him not wanting you why, I'd like to find the man who couldn't want Kitty Clinton, oven If sho didn't havo a nlco pocketful of money. Hut don't worry your pretty head nliottt him, for thorc'B lots of tlmo. Chnrllo Emory Is coming, hero next week, end you can have a good tlmo with him and wo will seo about Mr. Right Intor on. You remember Charlie, don't you?" cs, indeed. I remember Charlie. I haven't seen him since I was 11 nnd ho wbb 20. How nlco ho wns to me, although I wag so much younger. Hut do you know, uncle, ho was In lovo with somo one, for ono dny a picture of a young lady fell from his pocket and I ran away with It." Sho laughod aa sho thought how ho had chased her through tho fields, and whon worn out Bho had dropped down under a treo to rest and have n look at tho picture un til he came up, tired and cross, to claim it Ho had blushed ns Bho handod It back, asking, "Is that tho futuro Mm. Emery?" "No, it Is Miss Emery, my couBln." "Well, you needn't blush so. I'm a sort of cousin, too, but you novcr carry my picture with you," sho said, getting up nnd going quickly townrdn tho house. "Why, Kitty," ho said, follow ing her, "I think " "Oh, I don't caro what you think," Bho said,' as sho started to run. "You can mnrry her for all 1 care," and she had gono in tho house and novor ap- might know whnt tho consequences would ho If I spent much tlmo In your company." "Oh, Charlie, didn't you know thcro Is some Mr. Wright undo wnnts mo to marry? 1 thought likely you know, nnd never snld anything about It. Un cle never changes his mind, either," "Well, he'll hnvo to, this time," ho nald, ns ho helped her out of tho boat, "for If ho doesn't, I'll carry you olt oy force." "Oh, yon needn't do thnt, young man," said a volco closo licaldo him "1 guess you'ro Mr. Right, and have my consent before you've asked It." "Hut, uncle, Charlie's namo Isn't Wright." "1 know his namo Isn't Wright. That was Just a Jokn of inlno, whlrh you didn't sen through. I think ho appears to ho tho right mnn, though," "Am I, Kitty?" "I think, you nro, hut what n funny way for uncle to put It," nnd tho old man lnughed noftly as ho went Into tho house lloaton Post. "DID YOU NOT KNOW SHE HAD BEEN ENGAGED TO JOHN?" last sho went indoors and John re turned alone. A month went by a chill, gray Octo ber, with raw mornings nnd misty evenings nnd rare glimpses of palo wintry sunshlno. I grew more than one month older In those four long weeks. I scarcely knew what troubled me; I tried to put tho thought of tho trouble away I shrank from facing It. John asked mo sometimes if I was happy; I always assured blm "Yea;" and perhapB tho assurance was moro eager than spontaneous, for ho would look nt mo gently and turn away with a little sigh. He was always gentle. I wished im patlontly sometimes that he would be lesB patient, less good, loss kind. Wero men so lnvnrlably patient with wives they were sure they loVed? Again and again his sister's words camo back to mo "You loved her because you wished to love her. Is such lovo trust worthy? Will It wear a lifetime? Hus band It with all your energy!" Tho words seemed to echo In my brain; I could not, strlvo as I would, put them nway from mo. It was a misty, chilly nftornoon to ward the end of October. Meg had run in to ico mo. She was full of life and spirits; sho laughed at me becauso I wbb sitting In tho twilight; she kissed mo and rang tho bell for the lamp and tea; thon sho kissed me again and bado me tell her I was glad to see her. When I assured her of my gladness nhe put her hands upon my shoulders and snook mo a llttlo, because my assur ance, she said, was too lukewarm; then, reponting, she kUscd me again because she had shaken me. "Kitty, my dear, whenever I see you, I say to myself, 'Don't marry,' " she aid, divesting herself of her trim llt tlo sealskin jacket, and looking round, for tho most softly-cushioned chair. 'Poke your flre, Kitty; let us have a blue." A Itulnjr Dny In Mnnltn. To any ono who enjoys the funny Bldo of life ns well ns tho pathetic, nnd rocs tho rldlculoui In everything, n rainy dny on tho Hucolta Is well worth seeing. Perhaps tho most strik ing feature to nn American Is the ap parent unconcern with which tho na tlvcn tnko tho "cloud-burBt," for no other namo la applicable to tho rain nH it comcB down In Manila; olso tho numerous ways they have of keeping dry. The most npproved fashion for a Qullcz driver 1b to roll his trouHcrs well up above the kneo, without hoo or stocking, don n mackintosh, nnd ho 1b thoroughly equipped for u heavy storm. If ho Ib not lucky enough to own n mackintosh, It docan't seem to matter much, for ho tnkcB tho rain bb n natural consequence nnd BayH noth ing. Tho women all discard their vel vet slippers nnd tnko ono twist nt tho longrBUffcrlng skirt band, which lifts tho nklrt fnr above tho dango" of con tamination with tho water and mud of the "Cnlle;" then, If bIio Ib fortu nate enough to possess nn umbrella, hho Ib provided for, and If not tho proud owner of a parnguas, she mili- 1 Btltutca her largo market basket, COLERIDdt: AND OPIUM HABIT. Iluw the firrnt Author Arqulrpd tha I Mini I'rurllro. Tho following hns been often quoted, but It cannot bo too widely known. It Is nn account In Coleridge's own word of how ho una led Into tho fatal habit of using opium; "1 wrote a few ntanzai tuonty-three years ago, boou after my eyoa had beun opened to tho truo na ture of tho habit Into which I had beon Ir.norantly deluded by tho Bccmlng ma gic effects of opium In tho sudden re moval of n supposed rheumatism, at tended with swellings In my knees nnd palpitations of the heart nnd pains nit over mo by which I had been bedridden for nearly six months. Unhappily among my neighbors nnd landlord'.! hooks were n Inrgo parcel of medical ro vIcwh and magazines. I hnd always t fondness a common enso but most mischievous turn with rending nion who arc at all dyspeptic for dabblln In medical wrltlnr,s,nnd In ono of thcaa I mot a cbmo which I fancied very Ilka my own, in which a cure had bee offertod by tho Kendal black drop. In nn evil hour I procured It; It warkpjt miracles tho swellings disappeared, tho paltiH vanished; I was nil alive, nflit nil around mo being ns Ignorant as my 8olfnnuthlng could exceed my triumph. I talked of nothing else, prescribed tho newly discovered panacea for all com plaints and carried n bottlo nboutkWlt. me, not to lose an opportunity r4-1. ministering Instant rellof and podJi euro to nil complalnors simple nnd gen tle Need I say thnt my own apparent convalescence was nt no long continu ance? Hut whnt then? Tho nmodr wan nt hand Infallible. Alasl It is wUn n bitter smile, n laugh of gall Lnrt'blt tcrncss, that I recall thin porlpd of un, Riispcctlng delusion, and how I first bo come aware of tho maelstrom, tho fatal whirlpool to which I was drawing, Just then tho current was beyond m Btrongth to stem. Tho state of my mind Is truly portrnyod In tho follow ing cftunlon, for which God knows that moment I waa tho victim of palu and terror, nor had I nt any tlmu taken th nattering polsm ns n stimulus or any craving after pleasurable flonsntlons. I needed nunc, nnd oh, with what unnU tcrablo Borrow did I read tho 'Confoa Elona of nn Opium Enter,' In whlcli th wrltor with morbid vanity makes boast of what was my misfortune, fo ho hnd faithfully an., with nn agony of zcnl been worn! off the gulf nnd yii willfully struck Into tho cm rent Hav en bo moiclful to html" Kitty? Does ho smllo deceitfully bo foro the world, nnd then In private beat you?" "Hnvo some moro tea, Meg, and don't bo a goose.rt "Thank you, Kitty. Turn tho handle of tho teapot this way, dear, and lot mo help myself don't be such an offi cious hostess. Do you know tho first law In tho codo of a hostess' duties? Cultivate an air of repose. When your guest politely asks you, 'Docs your hus band beat you?' don't dash at her with 'Have some moro tea. Tako anofher piece of sugar.' Your guest will natur ally conclude that your husband does beat you." "She would need to bo an Imagina tive guest," I roturnod, laughing. "I cannot imaglno John's being anything but very good to mo." "Don't you find It dull, dear?" asked Mog, with a refiectlvo air. "I couldn't possibly love a man whom I couldn't imaglno being anything but good to mo. Tastes differ! Talking of tastes, Kitty, my dear, I llko cream, not milk, In my tea. Don't bo economical so early In life, It's a vlco that grows. Bo hold mamma! I think mamma grows worse than over; father promised to take tickets for the Haymarket next week and wo had such a fuss about It. It seems, Kitty, that tho expenses of your very quiet wedding wcro qulto ruinous; ' wo mustn't dream of the ex travagance of tho theater for a year to, como. Of course, father yielded; so I ran In to seo John this morning as I passed tho ofllco; I thought I might drop a bint that you wore pining for the theater and pining to take me with you. So I strolled ostensibly to ask John If I might tie my shoelace and If a black speck had not dropped upon my cheek." "Meg, what a cheat you are! I shall tell John."- "Do, dear. Well, we're going. Mad- ff Itebullt After tho Flood. It Is claimed for a building near St. Albans, England, that It Is the oldest lnhabltated house In that country. A part of It, at any rate, Is moro than 1,000 years old. This is tho foundation which was built by King Offa. Tho structure was originally used as a fish ing lodge by tho monks of tho abboy of St. Albnns, of which monastery It formed a part. It wns situated on tho bank of an Immense fish pond near St. Albans, bolonglng to the royal p'alaco of Kingsbury, of which little but tho namo now remains, Tho present build ing resting upon these undent founda tions was probably erected during the fifteenth century. It has possessed sev eral names, and Is at present known as tho "Fighting Cocks." There Is a wooden tablet on tho front wall sot ting forth that It Ib "The oldest In habited house in England." But this, though enough to satisfy uny reason able being, In feeble when compared with a former sign which ran: "Tho Old Round House: Rebuilt after tho flood." "HE'LL HAVE TO, THIS TIME." Trlninjih of Itcnllsm. Brusho "I suppose you havo heard tho old story of the artist who painted grapes so natural that the birds came nnd pecJtcd at thom." Penn "That'B nothing. A friend of mlno painted a tramp so true to Ilfo that ho couldn't got rid of It. People wouldn't havo tho thing in their houses." New York Journal. Nn Came for Worry. Mrs. Hcnnesfiy Shure, Patsy, dar llnt, Its afraid 01 am that Ol'll over slapo mesclf in th' inarnin' nn' bo too lato fer early mass. Honnossy Don't worry a' tall, a' tall, Mary Ann. Av ye folnd yourself overslapln' Jes' tech mo an' Ol'll wake yo at wanst. Ohio Stato Journal. Itetrosrotilon. Sprlggs How much older is your sister than you, Johnny? Johnny I dunno. Maud used to bo 25 years, ,thon she was 20, and now she ain't only 18. We'll soon b twins. pcared until nt dinner, when sho wns her old mischievous self agqln. Ho had left tho next morning and sho had never soon him slnce.but alio had heard of him frequently. After graduating from collego ho hnd gone abroad and but lately returned. Miss Emery had mnrrled a college friend of his. Whore did ho keep that picture now? "Now, Kitty," said hor uifcle, "run away and don't worry about Mr. Right. He'll bo your Ideal. I'll promise you." "Well, well," he said, as sho left the room. "I thought sho'd seo tnrough tho Joke. Guess I'll let It go now. My oxperlence Is that If you want a couple to marry, mnko them think It Impobsl bio and then nothing enn prevent thom. But she'll go and fall In love with the man I want hor to, thinking Mr. Right really exists." But Kitty did let It worry her, nnd again and again she questioned her uncle about Mr. Wright (as sho be lieved his name to b), but his answers gave her llttlo or no satisfaction. Fin ally sho determined she would forget him, whllo Charlie was with thom, any way, " When she saw Charlie she said sho would never havo taken that bearded man for tho smooth-faced boy she had known four summers before 8ho her self was tho same little sprite, with her sparkling eyes tnd mass of dark brown hair. When sho Inquired after his "fair couslu," ho laughingly replied that ho had spent tho Inst Sunday with her and Tom. "What a chaso you led mo that day, and I never told you, but that night I received a letter ifrom home telling mo of hor marriage, and I was so cross I tore tho picture up." Thus they talked of tho past and the many pleasant days they bad spent to gether. That night In hor own room Kitty said softly ns sho put out tho light, "I wish Charllo was Mr. Wright." They had been in tho boat all the afternoon, and were just returning homo. "No, Charlie, I cannot be your wife, for undo would never consent." "And why utdn't he tell me so? Ha which nhe balances gracefully on her head, nnd this answers a double pur pose keeps hor cigarette from being put out by tho rain and also preserves tho freshness of the vegetables which aro to Biipply tho family for at least 12 hours. Tito children necm to bo In their element. Arrayed only in a smllo, they pnddlo in the rain and the mud very much like tho nntivo duck. Ma nila Freedom. I)ntrif Ynanc I.b(rm. That cod cat young lobsters Is a fact established to tho satisfaction of a writer In nn exchange quoted by tho Fishing Gazette He says: "The cod fish are feeding on tho young loh3ters to such nn extent that It will not take long to exterminate them. Through tho efforts of tho United States fish commission codfish seem to hnvo In creased greatly in numbers. Tho fish ermen around Block Island and Watch Hill say that cod aro growing more plentiful every year, and they say fur ther that when dressing codfish they frequently find young lobsters wholo Inside of tho larger fish. Evidently young lobsters are becoming a deli cate morsel for somo of their com panions of tho Ben. There Is a prob lem for tho shellfish commissioners to eoIvo In tho artificial propagation of tho lobster. Old fishermen about Watch Hill nnd vicinity tell me that when they haul their lobster pots now they get fifteen and twenty pounds where they used to get 100." Tho flsh crmon have no ono to blame but them selves. When lobsters wore plentiful they would kill the egg-bearing lob sters as nuisances and bait destroyers, If they had thrown them overboard the result might havo been different Fuel a Atntul tliu Twelfth Crnliir-. The nineteenth century sIohch with the year 1000. Immediately after mid night, therefore, of Pec. 31, 1900, la when tho twentieth century hcglnn. In other wnrdB, It begins with tho first second of tho firal hour of tho first dny of January, 1001. Tho twentieth cen tury will open on n Tuesday and close on a Sunday. It will havo tho greatest number of leap years possible for a century twenty-four. The year 1904 will bo tho first ono, thon every fourth year after that to and Including tin yenr 2000. February will thrro time." havo five Sundays In 1020, 1948 nn 197C. Tho twentieth century will con tnln 30,fj25 daya, which lacks but on day of being oxactlyC,218 weeks. Tha mlddlo day of tho century will be Jan. 1, 1951. Several announcements ai made of changes to bo inaugurated with tho opening of the now century. Tha first of Importance Is that Russia will adopt tho Gregorian cnlendnr. This will be done by omitting thirteen days, tho amount of error that will have accumulated after the closo of February, 1900, The Russians will then wrlto Jan. 1, 1901, Instead ol Dec, 19, 1900, or rather, instead of both, according to tho dual system now la vogue In that country nnd in Greocv Tho other Important announcement It thnt it is not nt all unlikely that tha astronomical day, which now begins ni noon of the civil days, will begin will tho civil day, at midnight The prer cnt method of having the astronomical day to begin twelvo hours after the beginning of tho civil day la apt,to,b confusing. On tho other hand, tohava tho former begin at midnight, Jue when astronomers are often busiest, will be to them somewhat Inconvem lent. Crediting Htnmp I.om. Washington Spe. New York Evening Post: A good idea of the enormous fitzo of tho postal business may bo had by getting close to ono of tho big ma chlno's smallcflt wheels. Take, for ox ample, the crediting of stamped en velopes or stamps which have been ae- cidcntally destroyed or rendered worthless. This one duty occupies th entire tlmo of six men. Durlng,tho last quarter the books of the department show that Chicago was credited wltk 21 cases of such stamped envelopes, each containing 10,000. Tho losses come from many different causes. Often envelopos nro, misdirected. Sometimes they aro burned or got wet A method by which stamps aro fre quently lost Is the grlnd)rig of a mall Back under the wheejs of'u train. This? sometimes happens when an effort la mado to catch a mail aack from a train going too rapidly. If (ho bag hapncija to slip, the pouch Is pretty sure to bf sucked under the cars. Celeitlal Matchea. A young hopeful sat in the window a long time the othor night during a thunder storm and contemplated the scene with a wise look on his face. Then bo turned to his mother and said: "Mamma, the angels aro switching matches on the sky " LuKEfige Arrived Flnt. From tho London Answprs; As a train was moving out of a Scotch sta tion a man in ono of the comparf; ments noticed that tno porter,-lnhc-a'a charge ho had given his" luggiiso had not put It Into, tho van, and so shouted at him and snld; "Hi, you old fooL" what do you mean by not putting that luggfigoln tho via?'.' TohkbJtkt porttr replied: EbmaiUyer; lugftajaj is ne',or such a fool as V?rsel!! YrJT thowrong tralnl" ' ' hi u" ..,iw Not the burden, but Vise over-burMai, kills the horso. .iWft.JSl!N &i