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A WARRIOR BOLD
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By ST. GEORGE
AMwr of "Little Mis. Millions,"
Caprice," "Dr. Jack's
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And the Professor, Too.
Perhaps It was a tash renoho pos
sibly Charlie Stuart should have ac
cepted thi) baron's well-meant warn
ing for Its full alun. and have lclt
Antwerp by the first train, lint It was
only the word of the baron iigalip-t
his own powers of perspicacity, and
Charlie did not see why he should
yield so easily.
In other words, ho was not leady to
believe In the story the wondetful
baron had related, without more
abundant pi oof.
Perhaps he might even doubt It until
tho action of Arllue Brand convinced
bltn of her j;ullt, or her own sweet
lips confessed It.
That was Clint lie's Idea of friend
ship. With the disappearance of the baron
from the scene, Charlie supposed the
show was over for the morning.
Ho was mistaken.
While ho stood theie on the cuib, a
prey to dlstrae'.ng thoughts, he vvna
being closely watched by a man who
hnd boen lounging JtiFt Inside the en
trance of the Steen courtyard.
When Stuart started to move away,
the gentleman appeared to lose the
last vestige of contiol which he poc
bessed. He ran after the retreating figure.
The patter of footsteps Just behind
him natuarlly caused Charlie to half
turn; perhaps) he thought It might
be. the baron, with yet another choice
bit of information with which to add
to his stock of cheerfulness, or mayhap
ArtemiiB desirous of overtaking him.
Ho was Immediately undeceived.
A tlorld-faeed gentleman, who look
ed as though be might have been dal
lying with the wine too long, but with
hot passion glowing In his eyes, was
dose upon him.
Even as Charlie stepppd back n pace,
thinking the man was drunk, or in a
gtent hurry to catch u train, to his in
tense surprise tho stranger slapped
Into Charlie's face a pair of kid gloves
he carried.
Luckily. Stuart had a cool head for
one of his race, or they would have
had It out then and there In the 10
spectablo street of the Steen.
He saw that the man hnd a griev
ance, though utterly In the dnrk as to
what lta nature might be.
"See here! Who are you?" asked
Charlie.
"Aha! I am Herr Professor Itlchtcr
of Dresden."
Charlie shook his head.
"Still I am groping In the dark. To
my knowledge 1 never had the pleas
ure of meeting yon, professor."
Tho German scowled angrily.
"Which Is one good thing for you.
Kir; nnd now that you have met mo.
you shall give me the satisfaction of
a gentleman. To-morrow morning it
roust be, with pistols or do you piefer
swords? Mood alone can wipe out the
base Insult."
"Suppose you tell me, Herr Profes
sor, how 1 have offended you. Surely,
It could not be a mutter serious enough
to call for a duel."
"How?" roared the (Jerman, dancing
up nnd down, his eyeu glaring, his
hands working as though eager to
clutch the other's throat. "After des
troying my honor, you profess Ignor
ance, scoundrel! Then 1 will tell you,
even though every gossip In Antwerp
learn of my shame. By running away
with my wife!"
"What?"
Charllo wns so staggered by the ac
cusation that he could hardly catch his
breath.
Ho had passed through some
strango experiences dining his life,
but this was really tho first time he
hnd ever bceu accused of such an es
capade. "But, Herr Professor, I swear to
you I never set eyes upon the lady in
question."
"You llo, rascal! Did I not with my
own eyea seo you put her in the car
riage, and stand thero watching her
drive away! Yon aro guilty!"
Poor Charlie felt as limp as a dish
rag. This connection with Artcmus and
his Irrepressible dramatic fever was
bringing about tho most agonizing e
sults. "Well, all I say Is, I must have done
It In my sleep. But I gave you my
word, and if I cannot prove my in
nocence, I will give you tho satisfac
tion you demand."
"To-morrow, at sunrise?" eagerly.
"As ou say. Thero Is my card, pro
fessor. 1cave tho particulars at my
hotel."
Stuart stood looking after the learn
ed disciple.
"She the wife of that bow-legged,
heavy-brained scholar? Perish the
thought! There is another Infernal
mistake about It. This queer old town
Is all upset, It seems."
Then ho suddenly remembered tho
card she had given him, with her ad
dress; as ho had not thought to look
nwft so he hastily drove Into his pock
et ami lrvv out tho caso In which he
had
iilaced it fresh trom ner nana,
only to
receive- a ead shock aa he
read:
"MADAM SOPHli: BICHTHB,
"Hotel de la Prals, Antwerp.
Dresden."
Well, there It was.
In blnck nnd white he fftw tho mis-
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R.ATIIBOKNE,
-The Spider's Web,"
Widow," lite, lite.
nnd Smith. New York 1
'Miss
si; si: si' .! ' ' l m
erabli' evidence befoie his eyes.
Still he was giitnl.v determined to
keep his engagement for that evening,
come what might.
Oh! sublime fulth! It would re
quire mountains to citish a positive
belief In the conviction of bis own eyes
nnd his own Intuition.
Dinner came next.
He could amuse hini.'elf with a
thousand nnd one theories bearing
upon the ease.
Charlie was enjoying his dinner
with a fair amount of satisfaction,
considering what a load he carried
upon his mind, when Arteimis. who
had been given his addiess, made his
appearance.
Stuart Immediately decided to maku
a full disclosure.
An opportunity came In good time
whereby they could converse without
being ovei heard.
Then Chaille let loose.
He fairly staggered his companion
with his first volley, containing the
account of the famous baron anil hie
charge that Arllne Brand was the most
dangerous as well as notorious adven
turer In all Europe.
While Artcmus was yet gasping
from the effect of this hot shot, Char
lie poured In grape and cannister. He
sketched the dramatic advent of the
professor on tljo scene, tho challenge
to a duel he had flung at the supposed
disturber of his family peace. Chntllo'd
amazed questions concerning yellow
hair and blue eyes, nnd finally the sol
emn agreement that had been reach
ed between them.
Chnrlle, having exhausted his reper
toire, now turned the tables.
"What became of you, my dear
boy?" he asked.
"I waved you farewell," Arteir.ua
said.
"Then you weie not In the second
coach?"
"Ay, ay. You see, (he fair ladv
neglected to favor me with one of her
cards, and 1 was compelled to adopt
measures of my own In order to dis
cover her residence. She went to the
hotel in the Hue de .Mennisters."
"That's the Do la Palx," with a
flown, lenienibeiing the enrd he held.
"Yes, my boy, the snme. I was sat
isfied that I had found out Just where
she put up but ciitiadt.v induced me
to Waylay the dooi keeper, he who
opened the carriages and exorcised
the functions of f.ieiotum. So. put
ting a bit of i-ilvei in his band. I list
ed him who the lady might be sho
with the veil over her face. He
scratched his head as though a bit
puzzled himself, unci then suddenly
answered, as though at random:
" 'Mile. Brand.' "
Charllo had been listening eagerly.
, Ho gave vent to an exclamation of
satisfaction.
"Artemus, you are a brisk!"
"So," continued the other, with a
grim smile, as though he could scent
something that had not yet become
visible to tho naked eye. "I came to
the conclusion the young lady hnd
given us her true name, after all,
though she hinted at possessing an
other." "Yes; why did she say that?" muspd
Charlie. "But ono thing seems clear
there Is nn Arllne Brand, after all; and
to-night I am hound to discover what
relation, If uny, connects her with this
bold. Intriguing countess, or the run
away wife of the Herr Profossor
either that, or to-morrow I am book'id
for a duel."
Charlie Stuart saw the shndes of
night close in upon the old city of
Antwerp with a sigh of deep satisfac
tion. Benching tho hotel he boldly asked
to see Madam Sophie Blehter.
Some tlmo elapsed while ho waited.
Ho was on needles and pins hung
up, as It were, on tenter-hooks by sus
pense. "Tho lady awaits melnhcrr In tho
little parlor over yonder," at last camo
the message.
Charlie drew In a long breath nnd
entered.
He felt a sensation of tremendous
relief.
For tho lady, while pleasant and
even handsomo In her appearance,
was n stranger.
Ho bowed courteously to tho lady.
"I am n stranger to you, lady an
Englishman, Stuart by nume. Through
some misadventure I have become,
much ngalnst my will, I assure you,
mixed up In your domestic arrange
ments, nnd I have come hero to throw
myself upon your mercy and beg your
gentle indulgence as an Intercessor."
, The lady looked astonished.
"Sir, cxplnin. Who seeks to do
you harm, and of whom am I to beg
indulgence?" she asked.
"Madam, there Is at largo In Ant
werp a man who has sworn to have
the llfo of tho wretch who has robbed
his quiet homo of Its one bright Jewel
who prowls hither and yon, regard
less of his personal upponrance,
breathing vongeanco, and ready to
sacrifice all he has on earth If ho can
but nvengo his honor."
"You renlly mean that tho profes
sor Is hero In Antwerp?"
"Haglng around like a mad bull."
"That at last be has loft his musty
old books?"
"Very much In evidence, I assuro
you,"
'Then our strateger.i woiked." the
laughed.
"Pat don my Ignorance, madam,
but I ntu inclined to think It worked
onl.v too well, since I. nn entirely Inno
cent mini, urn booked to meet the pro
fessor In a duel to-morrow nt sunrise,
because, forsooth, he chanced to sen
me place a lady In a cab u lady wh.
had golden locks, and whom the old -I
mean the Jealous professor- chose to
fancy was the wife of his bosom."
The ludy laughed aloud
"In a duel' He light for me! Oh,
charming! It la too good' What wll'
Cousin Hlldegarde say?"
"I'm sure I don't know; but I'm
anxious to convince this old fire-cuter
that he has gotten hold of the vviotm
man. and I am certain you will assist
me to prove my Innocence."
"Ob, sir, most certainly; especially
as there Is no man In the matter at
all. and the object of our little esca
pade has been accomplished. SIiko
you have been put to more or less In
convenience In the premises, It would
be only fair for me to explain."
The story was nothing new, though
Kb sequel gave evidence of consider
able originality, thanks to the appear
ance of the brlght-wltted Hlldegarde
on the scene.
Madam and the professor had not
been the happiest couple In the world.
He was wedded to his books, and
neglected his pretty wife. Long had
she suffered, and doubtless would
hnvc continued to do so, only that his
cousin took the bull by the horns nnd
suggested u atrategem whereby the
student should be aroused and mnde
to renllze bow dear to his heart this
wife of Ills really might be.
It was the old principle over again
of not missing the water until the
well run dry.
And one day, when the learned man
found hla blue-eyed spouse gone, nnd
n few lines simply signed H. begging
her by her love to meet tin1 writer In
Antwerp, which note she hud appar
ently dropped In the luusto of her de
parture, the professor threw hla books
to the winds and started lu pursuit.
"To think he would even fight, and
for me!" she suld, almost Incredu
lously. "Indeed, be Is distracted enough to
defy Futo Itself. But. mudnm, you
may do me a favor," boldly.
"You have but to name it. sir."
"This lady whom I had the pleas
ure of serving this lady whom your
furious husband snw me put Into a
enniage- gave me a card and Invited
me to call upon her here at the hotel
to-night."
"Ah! yes," with a bright smile.
"She gave me a card. I did not
look at it Just then, but after the ridi
culous encounter with your husband,
in which he accused me of stealing his
wife, and threatened mo with death on
the Held of honor. I took occasion to
Investigate, and found this."
He handed the card to her.
One glunce. and the professor's wife
laughed.
"Yes, it Is my cnrtc-de-vlnlte; but.
on my honor, Melnhcrr Stuart, I did
not give It to you."
"Thnt I know very well. What I
wish to discover Is, who did? There
Is a young lady, also with such gold
en hair and blue eyes as you yourself
possess; she Is stopping nt this hotel.
Now, you must have nt some tlmo ex
changed curds with her. Can you not
lemember the (irciiinstnuce?"
The professor's wife nodded eagerly
"Well do I remember; It was only
yesterday. She quite charmed me
with her naivete and her llattery. 1
had never before met one so fascinat
ing." "It was the Countess Isolde Bra
bant." "And her name?" asked Charllo,
his heart sinking.
(To be continued.)
WHERE PERSONS ARE EVERYTHING
Position of CouKteiiman'i Wife In
TOulilngton Society,
The rural congressman's wlfo, am
bitious to be in society, and who fond
ly Imuglnes that election to tho House
of Representatives carrleH with It the
golden key to unlock all doors, learns
her flrHt nnd bitter lesson, says Mr.
Low, when she discovers that position
nieanB something, but persons n
everything. Such n woman comes to
Washington full of her own Import
ance, profoundly Impressed with tho
greatness of her husband, fondly be
lieving that the wife of the president,
the wives of tho members of the cabi
net, tho wives of the tenutora, will
receive her with open arms; that hIiu
will be Invited to the dinners of which
she has read In her local paper; that
she will get her name In tho news
papers, and her dresses will be des
cribed, a wns that of tho governor's
wife at the last chnrlty ball. Alas for
her disillusionment! She learns that
while n congressman may bo a very
big man In his district, he is n very
small man In Washington until ho has
established Ills right to bo regarded
as above the average. If he has money
and tact he may soon attract attention
and cross the golden boundary; or If
he has no money, but much ability,
he will reach his destination by an
other routo; but if he has neither one
nor the other, If he Ib Blmply an ordi
nary member of congress, a very fair
specimen of mlddlo class common
place Intelligence, tho social recogni
tion for which his wife sighs will
never be hers. The wives of senators
from her stato will return her call, alio
may bo Invited to a tea, even to a din
ner at tho fag end of tho season, but
that will bo tho limit of her Insight
Into society. Harper's Weekly.
Some of the recent magazine articles
seem to prove that a llttlo learning Is
a dangerous thing.
Wo Jlko to console ourselves with
tho delusion that tho grapes Just be
yond our reach arc sour.
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The room wore nn ulr of faded am
bition, like the woman.
limn Hcckel was a vivified prototype
of the loom. She wns no longer youtu,
but In manlier and even lu her ap
pearance Mie suggested Idenls grown
dingy with much lugging about- per
haps with dllllcult.v. As It was neces
sary for her to earn the little she ute
or wore, bIio painted saints for a liv
ing and quietly laughed at all religion
to her cat and dog friends. A senso
of humor hRd kopt her from becom
ing entirely bitter.
One evening when the saints were
nt rest on the work table and she
sat staring Idly and stioklug a gieat
cat In her tup her Imagery took a
backward leap Into the past. She was
young ngaln, vivid, lu earnest! Be
fore the fire sat two children, the
room had suddenly taken on the tone
of a perky little parlor. The little girl
wore black stockings and a vcr short
frock; her hair was "taken up" with
a blue ribbon. The boy bad bright
eyes und the di earner noted his velvet
suit and a page's badge pinned ou
his youthful chest, which was evident
ly his pride.
"My father Is a senator," he was
saying. "I'm going to be a senator,
too, and then I'll marry you and we 11
go to Kurope."
"My father is dead." suld the little
girl In a matter of fact way which is
the bravery of chlldten. "So Is my
mother, but ntintlc Is doing u lot for
me, oh. an awful lot! She ttdls me so
every day. Just as soon as she gets
through doing things, and I uni eight
een, I am going to a big city. Bigger
than DeA Molues or Omaha. Maybe
New York," she added with wide, ex
cited eyes. "Then I'll do something
gi eat all by myself, and 1 won't marry
even a senator."
"But you won't have anjone to kiss
you good-night," he Hiiid.
"Who wants anyone to kl?s her
good-night when she Is great?"
The fire was getting low. A chill
crept over the loom. Presently the
boy uroso nnd went over to her and
took up her long red braid in a
clumsy, boyish fashion.
"But you aro not great yet. and I'm
glad."
With a pretty smile she Innocently
put both arms around his neck and
ho elld down In the big tocker beside
her.
"What nro you crying about?" he
asked, much surprised.
She lnughed. "1 don't quite know.
You see I um not great yet, maybe I
still want some one to care."
An ash dropped from the fire. Tho
little boy nnd glil and the perky par
lor vanished. A youth and a maiden
sut on a mohair sofa in the chilly
"bast room." They looked shy and
constrained,
T JtiBt thought I'd come and Bay
good-bye," he said. "Mother said your
Aunt Joe told nor you were going to
morrow Instead of Friday. Are you
afraid?"
"Afruld," she exclaimed, "to go out
nnd soek my fortune like the knight
In tho fulry tales. To have u chaneo
with all the wot Id. I am nfrald to stay
out hero, being passed aiountl from
ono relation to another, like a croquet
ball shoved through so many wires.''
"As I was buying I Just come over
mother told me say, Irma, pleaso
don't go. I'm half owner with father
now It's the biggest grocery stoio in
town. New York Is a terrible place.
It Isn't safe for a man to bo out after
ten o'clock there. And you, a girl, ull
nlone. Stay hero mid go Into the gro
cery business with mo." He tried to
laugh; alio tried not to do so.
When he was gone the maiden eat
on tho mohair sofa a long tlmo with
out changing her position and won
dered why thut old sob wub In her
throat when she was so happy.
A gust of wind bellowed down tho
chimney. Sho leaned forward to re
plenish the fire. When she settled
back again the youth nnd the maiden
had gone. The best room hnd widened
and broadened into a spacious enfo.
At a corner tablo sat a man somewhat
Sho painted saints for n living,
past mlddlo Ufa nnd a young woman.
Tho two wero gazing abstractedly
over ono another's shoulder. She spoke
flrat, continuing her desultory ob
servations, "I do not believe you know whnt
you are doing."
Ho moved Impatiently.
"She will never make you happy."
"Happiness Isn't everything."
"I thought It was to you."
"Comfort pence, Is all that'a worth
while. Happiness would got to he a
bore like vvonun who nte too obviously
pretty."
She winced, but the remark vvna
naturally not one she might nppro
prlate. "It Isn't Jealousy Hint cause:) ma to
speak to you this way," sho began.
"Of course not," without looking at
her.
"1 tell j on U Is not." It was futile
to waste words, and yet she must bIiow
him bow llttlo sho cared. "I will miss
you- r can't help missing your your
friendship. Five jears Is a long time,
you know. 1 have almost given you
'hone five yeairt. If It had not been
for j on I might have well, amounted
to something."
"it was always for you to sny, you
know" Ills tone was ouiteoua, even
kind, "1 often naked you If you would
be liuppltr If I stned away. You
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s- Tun
"1 um sorry," he replied. "I don't sec
why I can't come."
never seemed nnxlous to say the
word." Ho opened and shut tho lid
of a stein thoughtfully, nnd then added
with some ubruptniss. "I oftou won
dered why you never married."
The woman gasped. "You won
dered whv I never man led!"
"To be sure, you always told mo
that ou never meant to innrry."
"I in-ant It. but "
He seemed not to hear her. "Then
ii insisted on our never speaking
of love or that sort of thing "
"It was not necessary for you to
speak things."
"And now that 1 am going to anttlo
down Into mediocre comfoit you nre
the first ono I come to naturally. It's
fair." He spoke In an even voice as
though desiring to calm her.
The monotonous modulation had
the opposite effect. She was thu In
carnation of rcprctBcd fury. Ixianlng
across the table aa she waa. her words
ponied forth like a torrent. "It vvna
for me to any during ull those years
whether we should separate. Mluo
was the responsibility. You had none.
Your wealth, education, station, freed
you. You were not to blanio for the
suffering you sowed. You were put
In the world only to pray for your
comfort, your peace. You camo to
me holding out halt for my ambition.
You hnd influence; 1 was talented.
That talent tickled your thirst for
something new lu life, and so you pro
ceeded to appropriate It as your own.
You never spoke of love, oh, no. You
only lived and breathed It In my
presence anil 1, poor fool, lived In
paradise until until I tell you 1 for
bid this marriage."
Tho words ended In a futile, foolish
laugh. Sho inn her bunds to her face;
touched her front hair, laughing more
softly all tho time until tho mirthless
tones seemed to trail themselves In
her next words: "How perfectly
frightened you look. Can't you take
a Joke I'm Joking can't you eeo It
was u Joke? I am laughing laugh
ing because It Is so very, very funny
that you cannot take n Joke."
Tho clock struck eight. Just tbeu
n tup came ut the door. Hastily eIio
lighted a gns Jet und threw open the
door.
"I told you I would come again, and
hero I am," said a cheery masculine
voice at the threshold.
"And r told you not to come except
ou business, but I um glad to sec you,"
she replied.
"Why shouldn't I come to seo you?"
"Why should you?"
"Because I llko you. I'm coming
Just na often as I can. Don't you
want mo to call often?" Ho spoke
over hla shoulder as ho reached for a
match to rekindle the fire. "I would
rather talk to you than to u girl of
my own ugo anywny, and then well,
why not there Isn't much Is this old
world ut best." Ho had dropped the
kindling und lay ono hand on lict
shoulder. Their eyes met and she
turned hurriedly awny from him.
"And If wo drift on llko this yon
know I am very much a!ono-some day
I might miss you, and then ," she
finished abruptly with a laugh.
"Ah, wouldn't I be lucky If you
missed me! It would be too good,"
he talked on, still standing directly
under tho gas Jet. In tho strong light
sho noticed the wavo In his hair Just
where his hat camo down, and that
hla mouth waa particularly sensltlvo
and boyish. His hand rested on her
shoulder again.
"Why should I not call, dear?" ho
was whispering, with his lips upon
hers.
Presontly he was saying good-night.
"Good-bye," sho answered.
"You mean It?"
"Yes."
1 am hoi i j," he reptkd. "I don't
see why I cnn'l omc."
As I be dour dosed lrmii stooped
and teinleiiy galbired the old gray
eat lu her uriiis. murmuring, as who
choked back the old unreasonable sob,
".lust oni' more- je.iterday for us, my
friend; th.it la nil It menus."
WAS NOT THE SNAP HE EXPECTED
Tramp I'liuU Ili-Rlon VV'lirro Nnutr
Shut rllnc Will CnntlinioiK.
"Speaking about snow," said thu
tramp, who waa hunting for a Job with
n shovel on hla shoulder, "puts mo In
mini! of three years ngo when I hlrd
out to a farmer up In Vermont that
la, I waa to have my board during the
winter for shoveling snow during thu
winter, and I thought I hnd struck u
soft snap.
"1 had nothing to do but eat and
loaf around during the first two weeks,
hut one morning tho farmer roused mo
up and said there was a trlile of a work
for me. I stopped out to find the'snow
four feet deep on the level mid still
falling but I tnckled the Job with
proper ambition.
"I believe I lifted fifty tons of snow
that day, but when night came I wuh
not much ahead of tho storm. It was
the snme the next day and the next,
and after live dnya of It, with no slgim
of letting up und every rail fence
burled out of sight, I stopped work
long enough to ask the farmer, 'la this
thing going to keep right on for a
week longer?'
" 'A week longer?' he replied, with a
brond grin on his fncc. 'Why, man.
this la only Dec. .1, and we never figure
on stopping work before April 10. Just
buckle right Into It and keep up your
appetite.'
"I thought the matter over that
night," said tho tramp, "and In tho
morning I dug u tunnel to tho nearest
village and escaped and asked to be
sent to Jail. They didn't turn mo out.
till July 1, nnd the first man I met wan
my old farmer.
" 'Hovv'a anovv up your way?' sayn I.
" 'Nothing to hrug of aaya he. 'The
late rains nnd vvnrm auna have tuken It
off till I don't believe we've got two
feet left.' "
WHY,OFC0URSEHEWAS INNOCENT
Inrjr DrrMml Uiinnliniiunljr tlml llm
O'IMI Wm ii l'ool.
"The firat time I waa over In tho
far west," aald a Phlladelphlau, "they
got me on a Jury lu Montana. It
was u ease of shooting with fatal re
sults, und there was no doubt In my
mind Hint the defendant vvna guilty.
"A uiuii named Brower had ridden
up to the cabin of a man named
O'Dcll and called him out and shot
him down, und thero were tbreo wit
nesses to the fact.
"The caso occupied threo days, anil
I supposed every Juryman hud made
up his mind us I hud. When we re
tired to ballot, however, I found my
self the only ono voting guilty.
"Tho other eleven looked at mo for
a while, and then thu foreman blandly
said:
" 'Stranger, you don't appear to
make allowances.'
" 'Allowunces for whut?' 1 naked.
" 'Allowances for the fact that If
that blamed Jim O'Dcll hud poked hla
gun out of tho winder instead of com
ing to tho door he might have pumped
u pound of lend Into Tom Blower In
side of 110 socondn. We are hero not to
decide who killed Jim, hut to find
whether ho was n fool or not In acting
bb he did. und I guess we'd better be
considerably unanimous about It.'
"I didn't wunt to be the ono to
Interrupt tho harmony of tho occa
sion." suld tho traveler, "and so wo
apeedlly camo to what the formnn an
nounced as a 'chorus of conclusion,'
and Tom Brower wna acquitted with
out a stain on hla character."
lucllnn Ktliuult.
The Bed Man and Helper, published
by tho atiidenta ut tho Carlisle (Pa.)
Indian school has this to say on In
dian etiquette: "It was an actual de
sire for information nnd no attempt
to bo funny thut a boy in looking up.
from rendlug about 'squaw men ask.-,
ed If tho white women who marry
Indian men were called 'buck women.'
Wo could not answer why thoy wero
not. Such a name would bo more In
sulting to u woman than tho first ap
pellation la to a man. All Indian
women are no more nquawa than
white women are wenches. The name
squaw emunated from 'squn,' an In
dian word of n Massachusetts trlbo
meaning woman, but it has since
como to bo used commonly by Illiter
ate people for Indian women of any
tribe. No educated or refined people
use the words 'bquaw' or 'buck,' anil
wo ndviae our students when .they
hear them not to pay uny uttentlon to
tho speakor, but to mark him or her
down In their minds ns a person of
low bleeding.
Clot In or Cloth.
One learns muny strange uses and
misuses of things at country Inns, but
lot us hope that the following expe
rience related by a friend of mlno ub
having happened to himself Is, a raro
ono. Ho had gono to bed In an Irish
inn, bidding tho landlady to Imvo him
called at 8. At G, however, next morn
ing she knocked at his door.
"Yo'vo to git up," sho said.
"What o'clock la it?"
"Six, Surr."
"Go away, I am not going, to get up
till 8."
At 7 Bite reappeared. "Indadc, and
yo must get up now, It's 7." Finding
him unmoved at her next return, she
said: "Git up. there's a swoot gintol
man; thero'a two commercial gentle
men waiting for their breakfast, nnd
I can't lay tho cloth till I havo ycr
honor's top sheet."
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