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CHAPTER XXI Continued.
Dolores' heart wns to sick, every
thing was bo tlnru for tlio moment she
could not hco or think elenrly, but rlie
remembered with stinging distinct
ness. "What shall I do?" sho cried, "what
shall I do? If ho Hhotild die If ho
should dlo before I havo naked him to
forglvo mo I cannot live I could not
live, I tell you, and lot him die believ
ing that."
"Wo will bo In time, dear," ho said,
qulotly, and she did not question it,
scarcely heard the more kindly name,
though tho horror somehow fell away
from her heart and n silence nnd full
despair mingled with an lndclinlto
hopo rested upon her.
Not another word was uttered until
thoy wore standing nt the door of the
hospltnl. Dolores nsked brokenly as
sho clung to his arm, unable to stand
alono for tho moment:
"You aro sure suro wo arc in
time?"
"Yes," said tho young man gravely,
nnd with steady assurance in his voice.
"Yes, Dolores. Ho brave as you al
ways arc, and all will bo well."
And as Dr. Dunwiddlo held her
hand for a moment, putting new
strength Into her fingers from his
steady clasp, ho said, cheerily:
"I am glad jou aro here, Miss John
son. Wo will need you in the morn
ing, but you can do nothing now ami
would only tiro yourself to no use.
Wo will call you when it is neces
sary." "Hut I cannot sleep I cannot rest
until I bavo soon my father. Dr. Dun
widdlo. May I not at least speak to
him?"
"No. I must say no, Miss .Tohunon.
Your father is quiet and In a half
dozo; Bhould you boo him now he
would bo too weak to talk to you, and
it would bo worse than useless."
Dolores did not think of resting or
sleeping with tho great weight of her
injustice to her father upon her mind,
but tho woman who entered with
them nt tho orders of tno doctor to
seo that tho girl should rest quietly,
removed her things and induced her
to Ho down for a moment any way,
and sho slept until n light tapping on
her door awoko her.
Sho answered tho rap, a tremor in
her voice, her thoughts confused -.ml
unablo at first to comprehend where
sho was or why who was there, until
tho voice on tho other side of tho door
told her to go to room 37 as soon as
sho was ready, and sho realized what
had come.
When sho entered No. 37. Dr. Dun
widdlo turned to her, ns sho approach
ed with n quiet greeting.
"Wo think ho wishes to see you,
Miss Johnson," ho said. "Speak to
him, please."
Sho leaned over tho bod with won
derful self-control; tho hollow faco
among tho pillows was pallid with tho
dews of death upon it; tho coarse,
scant hair, strayed on tho pillow. In
stinctively sho touched it half timidly
with her fingers, speaking faintly to
him.
"Father," sho said. "Father!"
IIo muttered something unlntellig-
Mw00
"Father! Father!"
Jblo without opening his eyes, her
volco scorning to reach him oven in
hin stupor. Thon suddenly ho started
up and opened wido his eyes brilliant
thoy were with n swift, talso light
uud looked pnst the girl ami those at
tho bedside, to where young Green
was standing near the window away
from tho others,
"Ded yo got titer wnter?" ho whis
pered, hoarsely. "Were thor gal
thnr?" Thon he sank back muttering:
"D'lores D'lores? Why, aho's Jest
D'lores that's all."
Thon, his volco rising above tho
i, hoarno, wenk whisper, ho called clear
ly with a new tone In it tho namo Do
lores hud never hoforo hoard from
him tho name of hor mother.
"I'm a rough olo feller, Mary," tho
weak, broken voice muttered faintly.
"I dedn't menn ter mako yo cry. I
told yo I warn't good 'nough fer yo."
Dr. Dunwiddlo was standlug besido
"oloro8, and unconsciously his oyes
at:era fastoned upon hor fnco, spoil
Ground, as wero tho tender eyes of her
friend at tho window as wero tho
eyos of every ono for the time in tho
room.
"Et's a gal!" ho muttered, weakly,
his volco falling. "I sed most likely
et'd bo a gal. Jest my luck. Eft bed
Jaoon a boy, now. But cf over tbet
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JOHNSON'S
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Xiung feller kerns around hynr u-put-tin'
notions inter hor head yes, bIio's
purty 'nough, Mary, an' 1 don't blame
ye, so don't cry, only et's my cursed
luck thet she wn'n't ti boy"
Tho muttering ceased; tho weak
voice sank into silence; a faint gasp
stirred tho whlto lips, and the hollow
e03 opened for nn Instant, nil tho
light gone from them, and rested on
the faco nhovo him; then n strange,
hnlf-llvid pallor spread over his fnco
and Dr. Dunwiddlo drew tho girl
gently from the bedside over to tho
open window. He poured out somo
wino from n glass on a stand near,
and pressed It to her lips.
"Drink It." ho said sternly, and sho
obeyed him mechanically.
Young Green enmo nnd stood at tho
hack of her chair, ns though to shield
her from nny more of llfo's strain, any
more of tho sadness that hnd followed
her, nny, even to death. His frloud,
seeing tho expression of his faco, laid
his hand gently on his nrm in sudden
comforting. Hut Dolores' hands lay
In her lap like two hands of ice. She
herself seemod turning Into Ico with
no power of feeling or thought or
wish. Sho seemed to herself in n
strange half sense to hnvo died when
her father died.
CHAPTER XXII.
But Life Went On.
Hor father was dead; sho knew It;
she accepted it in silenco after tho
first wild return to tho realization of
what had como upon hor. Only once,
when she was nlono with young Green,
while thoy wero mnking preparations
to convey tho body home, did she
show any sign of emotion. Sho was
standing at tho littlo window in their
parlor looking out upon tho busy
street. Dora, who hnd como to her
upon receiving tho telegram of hor
uhclo's death, was int tho inner room
with Mrs. Allen and tho doctors and
ono or two of the attendants. ,
Her father was dead dead. Never
boforo had sho Been death.- Sho knew
absolutely nothing about any other
life, nbout anything beyond tho days
that passod much alike to her or had
passed much aliko to Iter until these
friends canto into her life. Heaven
was where tho stars wero; her astro
nomy told hor of God, an Infinite' Be
ing, all powerful, all merciful; tho
Creator of nil things, but" farther than
tltut sho kuow nothing.
Thought crowded upon thought, yet
with a distinctness mingled with,
thoso strango half Intclllgiblo words
of tho past, that was Intenso suffering
to her. Sho was In a half stupor, with
her brnln so actlvo that It was
wearing away her very life. Dr. Dun
widdlo snld that sho must bo aroused;
she must bo brought out of this stnto;
she must bo moved to tears, or to
somo utterance of her grief. Sho
could not go on llko this. For a year
now she had been in this strained
state of feeling. Ho turned to Dora
in this time of need. Sho was not tho
palo girl who arrived at tho mountain
n year before; her faco had filled out;
her cheeks no longer boro tho hectic
flush, but held the soft color of ad
vancing health, whllo her eyes had
lost their strained look of suffering.
Dr. Dunwiddlo called her over to
him by tho window thnt morning and
sho went to him obediently.
"Something must bo dono for your
cousin," ho said, gravely. "Sho is in
such a state of half consciousness, her
senses dulled by too much strain upon
them that sho Is In danger of losing
her mind. Go to her. You aro a wom
an, and will know what to do."
"Hut I don't know what to do," sho
said as gravely us ho had spoken. "Dr.
Dunwiddlo, Lorlo Is so different trom
other girls, 1 don't'know what to say
whon sho Is llko that."
"It sounds cruel," ho said. "Miss
Dora, but it is tho only thing that can
bo done, and Is truo kindness.
''You aro always kind," sho said
softly, aul tho soft eyes lifted to his
woro womanly eyes, and tho tender,
drfK)plng faco was a sweet faco to him.
"Wo will take her away from hero as
soon as all Is over. Wo return to
Now York next week. Dr. Dunwiddlo.
Thoro Is so much thoro to tako her
mind from thoso things; tho chango
will bo good better than anything
else, will It not?'
"You aro going so soon?" ho said,
and tho grave volco proved tho Inward
control of tho tumult In his henrt.
"Dora Dora, will you leavo mo with
no promise, no wonl of kindness, no
hopo that I may seo you again, havo
you love you? You nro very kind to
ovory one, Dora Johnson, out of tlto
pure sweetness of your neart bo kind
to mo nnd tell mo of somo kindly
thought."
They hnd forgotten for tho moment
tho girl In tho other room. Dora's
hands wero close In his, Dora's tender
fnco wns lifted up to his with a half
shy sweetness niton It, Dora'B lips
woro whlsporlng something, ho scarce
ly know what, only know thnt Dora
was giving to him tho tender, sweet,
womanly henrt with its purity nnd
truth giving this Into his keeping to
bo held, thunk God, through all their
lives ns tho sacred thing it was a
woman's tondor heart.
Then, by and by only a minuto it
might bo, yet with n life's chango to
thorn Dora drow away Iter soft,
warm hands, nnd a now oxprcsslon
was on tho swcot fnco, lifted with its
tearful eyes to tho faco above hor,
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"I I must go to Lorlo Harry," she
whispered, and thoro wns n tremor In
her low voice born of her great happl
noss. "I must not forget lxtrlo even
oven now."
"Always my thoughtful, tender
girl," ho snld, nnd tho low spoken
words brought tho deeper color to tho
smooth cheeks nnd it gleam of hnppj
light In tho lifted gray eyes.
Sho drew away from him and croq
ed tho room to tho door of tho iniur
room, her henrt bentlng rapturously In
spito of tho sadness that would como
nt thought of tho sadness of tho
nobler girl In thnt still, empty room
beyond. But in tho doorway sho
pnttsed nnd every thought left her
every thought snvo of tho girl sho hnd
como to comfort, tho bravo, noble,
truo girl who had suffered so much
nnd so long atone.
Young Green hnd just entered1 tho
room from tho hnll. Thcro hnd been
something in his manner lntcly thnt
won Dora'B deepest respect. Tho
lightness thnt had mndo him such n
"How can ho know?"
Jolly comrado had given plnco to a
quiet humor thnt mndo him a charm
ing companion. Sho hnd guessed,
watching him, interested in him, lov
ing Dolores ns Bho loved hor sho
guessed of tho thought he had for Iter,
and sho honored him loving such a
girl ns this grave cousin of hers, this
girl so slightingly spoken of among
her own neighbors becauso of hor
utter height nbovo them, this girl
whom hqr father bad hated with his
narrow ha'tredf this girl tho personifi
cation of womanliness nnd truth nnd
purity.
Dolores turned from tho window
nt his approach, nnd a sudden sharp
senso of everything that had gone,
everything that must como in tho
futuro, Btruck her llko n knife. Sho
turned to him witli a bitter cry, hold
ing out her hands as though for help:
"IIo is dead!" sho cried, nnd tho
watching girl in tho doorway folt tho
hot tears rush to hor eyes at sound
ot tho agonizing volco and the ngaony
on tho lifted pallid faco. "IIo is dead,
and ho docs not know I am sorry
ho can never know now."
Ho took her hands in his, nnd held
them closo and wnrm in his strong
clasp; his eyes woro only full of a
great, tenderness and lovo and longing
to comfort Iter; nls voico was tender
as a woman's when ho spoke.
"I think ho does know, Dolores. I
bcliovo ho does know. 'To whom
much Is given much shall bo required.'
Therefore, to whom less Is given loss
shall bo required. I bellovo ho docs
know nnd hns forgiven you nnd mo."
"How enn ho know?" sho cried, and
Dora's hnml went out to tho strong
hand near her for strength, watching
tho lifted Icy fnco beforo Iter, never
thinking of her eavesdropping, forget
ting everything but tho agony of tho
girl. "How can ho know whon ho is
dead? When ho died beforo I could
toll him beforo ho could forglvo mo?
Don't you know that my father is
doad?"
(To bo continued.)
The Kaiser and Art.
Tho Kaiser's latest rolo is thnt of
champion of tho painters whoso pic
tures havo been rejected by tho man
agement of tho annual Gorman art ex
hibition. Out of 3,Uuu pictures offored
only COO havo been accepted, and it is
alleged that tho selections aro duo to
favoritism and improper influences. It
Is stated that tbo modern impression
ist school is favored at tho oxpenso of
tho other styles.
Tho painters of the 2,400 rejected
pictures laid their grievances beforo
tho Emperor, nnd it nppenrs thnt their
protest hns been successful. A high
official In tho Ministry of Education,
Privy Councilor Mueller, who is chlofly
responsible for tho manngomont of tho
art exhibition, has quilted his post. It
Is understood tho chango Is duo di
rectly to tho Emperor's initiative. It
is probablo that next year tho Em
peror intends to artlclpato personally
In tho selection of pictures, whon tho
Impressionists, whom ho abhors, will
secure less prominence
She Could Have Her Way.
James Lano Allen tells tho story ot
nn old bachelor living in Kontucky,
who, having determined to got mar
ried, sought tho ndvico of a married
friend on this serious stop. Ho spoke
of his farm nnd money and tho ma
terial advantages of a union with tho
lady of his cholco, but sontlment
soomod to havo no placa In his con
sideration. After listening carefully
to what ho had to say on tho subjoct,
tho married friend asked:
"What if your tastes differed great
ly? Supposo, .for instance-, that sho
liked Tennyson, and you didn't?"
"Well," respondod tho bacholor, "un
der thoso circumstances, I suppose
tho could go there" Now York
I Times.
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" W.1I bo," ihty ur, " l ood ii loU,"
So ruM tho owl portiioiion,
Ciilietifiiloliloid
Ihll'll kCll H M OlIiO.
II.
tint, "rt Bffln t t!m"r um
Unieoowooofcorin II
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An4 IMifc IKfrt't nothing In U
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It , In cftrtUo hftttf , fofgo
It till eU fluiM U iuiIm
III.
Ou ttwy then, frntufttMsir tell
How io tho 1'iiiimiwtitrJ
rot itl kit! to hirak IM tMll
At utl iho tnomont UU4 1
A htinditl tin hit loilif r iw4,
Ooo4 I. mil ikhlnf lu4 hn,
Anotno, kinf,kni HUH
!U fiMlMt 1-riiKt hu louM In.
IV.
An4 now It't llmt to tir " flout nloiit
t-aindraoitnox coi'mmi
In Jilimllr.4 hooJi tm motmni IiiM
1 hn'll Mk (m Ion onnniHt i
Mr t-l'r I'lu inoir onhi itimj,
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And mil lhli Monro olMa tn4
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MEAN JOKE ON MILKMAN.
Was More Than an Insinuation as to
His Honesty.
Of tho chlldboofi of G. Oliver Iselln
thoy toll mnny stories In Now Koch
olio, where Mr. Iselln has his country
house, All View.
According to ono of thoso stories,
tho boy nnd half a dozen other boys
took a walking trip through flio stato
of Now York a number of years ago.
Ono night, rather late, they pnssed
n farm whoso gatepost bore thu sign,
"Milk for Sale."
Young Iselln said: "Wo'll havo somo
fun with tho milkman," and ho en
tered tho ynrd, busied himself mys
teriously for a moment, nnd then
pounded on tho door.
A ftguro in whlto appeared at nn
upstairs window, nnd a bass voice
cald. "What's the mnttor down there?"
"Tho matter is," piped tho boy,
"that your best cow is choking. You
hud better como down to her."
Tho milkman dressed nnd hurriedly
descended, but of his informant ho
could find no trace Neither could ho
find any trace of a choking cow. There
was, howover, n turnip stuck In his
pump spout. With nn oath ho drew
I: out and returned to bed.
SCHEME WAS A DEEP ONE.
How Irishman Planned to Save Part of
Reward.
Gen.A It. Chaffeo, who commanded
In tho wnr gnmo off Maine, wns talk
ing ono nftcrnoon to somo reporters In
Portland. Tho hypothetical loss of tho
fleet had been discussed, nnd this sub
ject reminded Gen. Chnffeo of n story.
IIo said:
"Speaking of losses, thcro wns nn
Ohio Irishman ouco who lost n gold
watch. IIo told ono of his friends
about It.
"'It's a flno Swiss watch,' ho snld,
full Jowolcd, adjusted to three posi
tions, and to heat and cold. It's worth
$325.'
" 'Well,' says his friend, 'I hopo you
get it buck.'
" 'Oh, I'm llkoly to get It back,' said
ho Irishman, ' for I've udvcrtlscd It in
tho 'lost nnd found' columns of cloven
papers.'
"'What reward hnvo you offered?'
" 'Four dollars.'
"'Four dollars! Why man, that's
not a fnlr rownrd for a gold watch
worth ?32G,' tho friend exclaimed.
'Whisht,' said tho Irishman, 'that's
whero I'm foolln' them. I'm ndvortis
In' it as a silver watch.' "
Not Contrary to Fact.
Gcorgo Ado attended recently n
dinner of theatrical people in Boston,
Tito stago folks sang songs and told
stories, but Mr. Ado, who Is very
quiet and retiring, would neither
alng nor speak. Ho was, ho said, no
good at anything of thnt kind.
Flnnlly, though, tho cnlls for Mr.
Ado beenmo too vehement. Tho young
mnn hnd to yield. Ho roso nnd said:
"I will tell yoji of nn excellent
trick In parlor magic. You tako a
tumbler and fill it two-thirds full of
flltored water. Then you Insort in
tho wator a lump of sugar and a
spoon, antl you begin to Btir. In n
fow minutes tho sugar will become In
visible" His Title to Fame.
"What have you over dono to de
serve tho confidence of your fellow
cltlzons?" asked tho man of sovoro
ideals.
"Not much, I'm afraid," said Sena
tor Sorghum, romorsofully.
"Aren't you afraid of being dis
placed?" "No. Thoy sent a man to this po
sition somo tlmo ngo who fniled to
glvo satisfaction. Thon thoy sont nn
other who wna worse 1 nen thoy sent
mo, nnd thoy nay I'm still worBo, but
thoy nro afraid to tnko nny moio
chances."
43P
USE OF LIQUOR AND TOBACCO.
Physician Denies That They Are Com
panion Vices.
"Tho prevalent idea thnt drinking
nnd smoking are companion vices is
altogether wrong," Bnld n physician,
who hns mntlo n special study of dipso
mania. "I find, on tho contrary, thnt
the hubitunl tlruuknrd Is not abnormal
ly addicted to the uso ot tobacco. IIo
may uso tho weed as a lesser Btlmu
lnnt when not strongly under tho In
fluence of alcohol, but when tho drink
gets firmly Intrenched In his system
ho carcH nothing for tobacco, for then
It has lost Its force nnd Its Inflpenco
upon tho nerves. Of courso I mean In
extreme enses. '
"On tho other hnnd, it Is n rather
curious fact that In tho caso of tho
modernto drinker, who nlso smokes,
the cutting off of his supply ot tobac
co will increase his nppetlto for al
coholic beverages, nnd whilo at first
tho liquor will not nffect him nearly
st) much as when ho Is smoking in tho
end It will do him up. Consequently,
It is snfe to nsstimo thnt tho man who
always used liquor and tobacco in mod
eration will, if ho gives up tobacco
tako more strongly to liquor. In fact,
this is no assumption; it has been
demonstrated on numerous occasions."
Hickory Supply Ntarly Exhausted.
An increasing quantity of hickory,
ono of our most vnlttablo woods, is be
ing used every year In tho manufac
ture of buggies and all kinds of Imple
ment handles, for which no other tim
ber ucoiub so well suited, and tho sup
ply U becoming rapidly exhaustod.
During tho last seven months tho
price of hickory products wa3 nil
vanceu 100 per cent, and it ts Intimat
ed that thcro will bo a furthor ad
vance. Under tho circumstances it
would seem a wlso move for tho farm
ere to set out groves ot young hickory
tor futuro marketing.
SMILED AT FORTUNE'S BUFFETS.
Thought That Drought Comfort to
Robert Louis Stevenson.
When tho lato William Ernest Hon
ley wns itilltlng "Uitulon," ho hnd no
ono on his stnff of writers whom ho
valitcd so highly ns tho young Scot,
then unknown and poor, who wroto
for "London," the brllllnnt series of
stories thnt nro now called "Tho Now
Arabian Nights."
Mr. Henley used to llko to tnlk ot
"Loudon" nnd of his friend Hohert
IOuIh Htovensen. IIo used to llko to
quoto Stevenson's whlmslcnl sayings.
Ho hnnl ono day:
"Lewis anil I (ho nhvnys called Sto
vonson Lewis) snt down ono night to
pin." the Amerlcnn gnmo of poker. Tho
luck from tho stmt wns with me. I
won pot nftcr pot. Lowls wns lucky
if In any deal he got a pair of treys.
"Disgusted, at Inst, with tho turn
thu enrdn hud tnkeit, ho threw up his
nrmn nnd niHtstrophlzcd fortuno In this
qunlnt way:
" Fortuno, you fickle worh, It 1?
truo that you enn mako me losoj but
you can never mnku mo pay!'"
LOVE 13 THE MAIN8PRINQ.
The Potent Force That Nerves the
Workers of the World.
Political economists havo told us
that self-interest Is tho mainspring o(
Industry. It Is not truo. l.ovo is
tho mainspring of Industry. It In lovo
for tho homo and tho wlfo antl tho
children that keeps nil tho busy wheels
of Industry revolving, thnt cnlls tho
factory hands early to tho mill, thnt
nerves tho arm of tho blacksmith
working nt his forgo, that Inspires
tho farmer nt his plow nnd tho mer
chant nt his desk, thnt gives courage
to tho soldier nnd pntlonco to tho
teacher.
Ersklnn was asked how ho dnrod, ns
nn unknown barrister, fnco a hostllo
court nml Insist on his right to bo
hoard. "I folt my children," ho ro
pllod, "tugging nt my robo nnd say
ing, hero Is your chnnco, father, to got
us bread." It is this vision ot tho
children dependent on tin that inspires
us all In tho hnttlo ot life Uov. Ly
man Abbott in thu September Atlantic.
Domestic Engineering.
Domestic engineering is tho art ol
household management nccordlng to
sclontlflc principles. A school ol
technology confers tho degroo ol
"bachelor of scienco In domestic en
gineering" after a four-yoars' cotjrflo
In sanitary science public hygiene,
boating, ventilation, cookery, diotctlcs,
Bowing, embroidery, toxtlles, launder
Ing, homo' economics and othor sub
jects pertaining to tho modorn homo
tho most complicated institution ot to
day.
Tho question' is: How many women
will feel Inclined to work for this de
gree, fllnco no ono asks thorn to show
a diploma beforo taking charga of a
homo?
Quite So.
"Was that new-fangled safety razoi
all right?"
"Well, It was safe enough for tho
rnzor," replied tho youth with foui
scurs on his face
Hit Absent Mlndedness.
"You talk about pooplo being absent
minded!" oxclalmed Mrs. Jenner Lee
Ondego, "I do think ray husband Is
tho limit. Ho went out tho othor day
to mail a lotter, and ns tho wenthor
wns flno ho put tho baby in her car
rlago' and took hor ttlong. IIo didn't
como bade as soon as I thought ho
ought to, and I sent tho girl out to
seo what wns tho matter. Aud what
do you think sho found him doing?
As suro ns I'm sitting hero ho had
laid the letter cnrotully in tho peram
bulator antl was trying to stuff tha
baby in tho lotter boxl"
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