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JOHN BURT
Author of 'Th Kldnippt Millionaires,"
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FntDIuICK UPUA.U AIUMS
Alt rights
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CHAPTER XXXIII Continued.
"You are very good to como nt this
hour," the sufferer said. "I spoko to
you this evening of my dear friend
from California. Miss Cardcn, allow
me to present him. God bless you
both I"
And thus they met. after tho weary
fllsht of years. Tenderly laying
Illake hack on the pillows, John
clasped Jessie's hands and looked In
her face.
"John!"
"Jessie!"
"Take her In your nrms, John!
Don't mind me. She loves "
Ills voice died with a whisper, nnd,
with a long-drawn sigh, he closed his
eyes.
"He's dying! Call the doctor!" ex
claimed Jessie, fear nnd pity chasing
the love light from her eyes.
"Don't send for him, I'm all right
now," pleaded Illake, opening his
eyes. "Let mo Ho hero and talk to
you. The sight of you two Is hotter
than all the drugs or Instruments. I
have something to tell you Miss Car
den. I "
"You promised not to talk," Inter
rupted John Burt, with n look nt
Blake which had all the effect of a
command.
"Let me say Just a word!" ho ex
claimed. "To see you two together,
nnd to hold your hands In mine af
ter all that ha3 happened, gives mo
new courage and reneweJ ambition."
Tho subdued sound of conversation
came from the adjoining room. All
of Blake's faculties seemed abnor
mally acute.
"Is not that Edith's voice?" he
asked.
"She is In the other room," said
Jessie.
"Lot her como In," pleaded Blake.
John made a gesture of disapproval.
"I should llko to see her, but you
know best, I suppose, John," he said.
Dr. Harkness entered the room nnd
signaled to John that the interview
must end. Blake gallantly raised
Jessie's hand to his lips. .
"Good-bye, until I'm better," ho said,
almost gaily. "You and John have
saved my life."
John escorted Jessie to the door,
whispered n few words and returned
to Blake's side.
"You're a god, John!" said Blake,
in a low tone. "You are tho only
man In the world worthy tho love of
such a woman."
It Is merciful to draw the curtain
over the two hours which followed.
At last n moment como when the
grave face of Dr. Harkness was
touched with a smile of professional
pride, as he drew from an Incision a
flattened, Jagged piece of lead. Tho
patient glanced at It with paln-dls-torted
eyes, and then Bank Into a
Bleep, the awakening from which
meant so much In deciding for life
or death.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The End.
Peter Burt stood by tho gateway
and shaded his eyes with his hand
as he gazed down the road. Two
weeks before that day ho had re
ceived his first letter from John. It
briefly and modestly recited the story
of his struggles and of his success,
and ended with an account of the
tragedy which resulted In the death
of Arthur Morris and the wounding
of Blake.
Tho old-fashioned clock had sound
ed the midday hour, nnd Peter Burt
looked beyond tho turn of the road,
whero the yellow-brown of dust had
dulled tho grcon of foliage. Respond
ing to the touch of a whip a spirited
team of horses dashed ahead as they
reached the summit of the hill.
Sam Rounds was driving, and a
.stranger to Peter Burt was beside
hint. John( Burt and Jessie wero in
the rear seat.
"God is very good to us, John," said
Peter Burt, as ho took his grandson's
"hand and looked, through glad tears,
into hts face. Ills stern old face grow
toudor as he turned to Jessie Carden.
An old man's blessing on your
pretty head," ho said, gently touching
tip folds of her hair with his huge
paV- "You nro very beautiful, my
daughter, and It Is God's will that you
flhall bo happy. I am glad to see
you again, Samuel."
He looked searchlngly at tho silent
man In the front seat.
"I do not know you, air," he said.
Ty FREDERICK
UPHAM ADAMS
"ColonsI Monro1 Dctrln," Etc.
CorTiimuT, isos. nr
A. J. DllMXSIj UlUDIi
extending his hand, "but any Wend
of my grandson's is welcome to such
hospitality as a Burt can offer."
"Aye. nyo, sir; Captain Burt! My
name's Hawkins John Hawkins, nnd
I'm coming ashore," said the gentle
man, stepping from the carrlnge.
Peter Burt grasped him by tho
shoulders and stared Into his face.
"Jack Hawkins! Jack Hawkins, of
the Segregnnsett! The dead has como
to life, and (Sod Is good to his serv
ant! Forgive me. Hawkins, as Ho
has forgiven me!"
"Nothing to forgive. Captain Burt!"
exclaimed John Hawkins, heartily, as
he grasped the patriarch's hand. "You
dropped me oft the Segregnnsett in
Hin rliht nlnrn nnd at the right time.
Destiny orders all these things, nnd
old destiny and I arc chums. I'll tell
you all about It. Captain Burt, when
we have lots of time."
Linked arm In arm fi old captain
and his first mate entered the wide
tloor ot tho Burt rurmhouso.
Never had the great oaken tabic up
held such a dinner. Mrs. Jasper was
temporarily supplanted by a chef from
Boston. Bare old plato came, for tho
first time In John's recollection, from
mysterious chests stored away In the
attic. Those who surroundod the
board never will forget tho Invocation
offered by Peter Burt when he blessed
the food. The shadows which dark
ened his life had all been lifted, and
the austere cloud passed from his
leatures as fog betore a quickening
gale.
Glistening in a new cont of paint,
the Standish bobbed at the landing
when John helped Jessie on board.
They had accepted Sam Round's In
vitation to a clambake at Churchill's
Grove, and Snm asked all hjs old
friends and neighbors. For the first
time In the memory of the living gen
eration Peter Burt attended an out
ing. Under the giant pines he sat
with John Hawkins and told and lis
tened to tales of the sea.
The Standlsh pointed her bow out
towards Minor's Light, and picked her
way between threatening rocks. Un
der tho shadow of Black Reef John
dropped the anchor and watched tho
lino until It became taut ns thn inrnm.
Ing tide swept them near tho rocks.
Above his head he could see tho spot
whore he had knelt as a boy nnd
listened to Peter Burt while ho prayed
to tho God who ruled the storm. For
some minutes no words wero spoken.
"Do you remember the last time wo
were here, Jessie?" ho asked.
"Yes, John," without raising her
oyes.
"Do you remember what I said to
you that day. Jessie?"
"I I think I do, John." It may
havo been tho reflection of tho sun,
but a touch of crimson came to her
cheeks. "It was a long tlmo ngo,
John, and perhaps I've forgotten Just
what you said. Can you repeat it?"
An arm reached out and tho llttlo
hand was firmly clasped.
"I told you that I loved you, Jessie,"
ho said. Tho Imprisoned hand made
no attompt to escape. "I told you
that that love was my Inspiration;
that no woman on earth should sharo
It; that no matter whatever befell
you sunshine or rain, happiness or
sorrow that my nmbltlon was to seo
you showered with all the blessings
God can grant to a good woman; I
said that If a day camo when I had
a right to ask your lovo In return that
I HUOIlfU (in SO. mat; ntr nn nlnln. nn
our old friendship. And thon you
saiu something. Jessie do you re
member what you said, darling?"
"I said that 1 wanted you to lovo
me, but not to speak of It again
until I said you could." nnii Toad.
lifting her laughing oyes. "You can
any u again ir you wish to. John."
Two soft nrms were around his
neck and two sweet lips met his.
"You knew I would wait for you,
John, didn't you?"
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John Burt's modest mansion stands
on tho crest of tho hill which slopes
down to the old farmhouse. It com
mands a superb view of the crescent
Hweep of ocean beach, and also of the
more qulot beauties of Hlngham bay.
Verdant terraces and winding paths
and roads como to the edgo of the
yard surrounding tho old homestead,
but no gurdener's hand kas been per
mitted to touch the quaint surronnd-
"John!" "Jexe"
J
lugs, sacred to the ancestral foundor
of the house of Burt.
tn tho long summer dsia Josslo's
children play about' Poter Burt's
knees. Neatly five- score years havo
passed over his head. His shoulders
nro bent, nnd tho voice falters nt
times, but his eyes preserve the spark
of tholr wonted fires.
Watched nnd cared for by those
who love him, he calmly awaits the.
coming of the reaper. Into whoso gar-'
ncr long slnco have been gathered the
atoms ot his generation. I
A few miles away another mansion
fronts the ocean. James Blako and
his fair Kdlth have been blessed with
two children nnd with each other's
love. A roguish boy bears tho nnmc
of John, nnd n dainty little miss re
sixMids to the name of Jessie. James
Blake Is now In fact ns well ns In
name the head of the great firm so
conspicuous tn this narrative. In a
thousand ways he hns merited the
confidence reposed in him by John
Burt. Generous ns yet, almost to n
fault, he has acquired with responsi
bility that breadth of view and poise
of Judgment which found Its highest
expression in the man who made hl,
success possible.
Retiring from active business when
most men are making a start, John
Burt bus devoted his time to the
study of statesmanship In Its purest
sense. PollUcal honors have crowded
upon him. There nro thousands who
share the confident faith of his lov
ing wife that the highest placo In the
gift of the people shall some day,
crown his career.
There are frequent reunions In the
old farmhouso or on the spacious
lawns surrounding John Burt's resi
dence. Once a year Sam Rounds su
perintends a clambake, nnd John
Hawkins always mannges to be pres
ent. To the latter's inquiries con
cerning tho future Mrs. Rounds, Sam
turns a grinning, untroubled face.
"No man In Rocky Woods Is a bach
elor until he Is waY past sixty," Sam
declares, "an' I'm spry yet as n colt
In clover. Sometimes Ma Rounds la
a bit doubtful crbout my matrimonial
chances, but I has hopes; I still has
hopes. Edith, may I help you to some
more of them clams? Jessie, please
pass .young, Master Burt's plato; It's
empty nlready. "How that boy grows!
He's coming tip like Bparrowgrass al
ter a rain."
!Mrs. Rounds bustles around, hel
oyes bright with tho Joy of being
busy.
"You set down, Ma Rounds," com
mands Sam In a hopeless tone. "You
set right down nnd let us young folks
wait on the table. I can't break her
of workln', John; I swan, I Just can'!
do nothln' with her. Well," raising
a glass of sparkling elder, "hero's God
bless alL,good people, an' happy day
tew all of ye!"
(Tho End.)
HARD WORK TO KILL BEAR.
North Carolina Men Evidently Nol
the Marksmen Their Fathers Were
Some of the citizens of tho Ashland
section had a novol oxperlcnco In
killing a big black bear recently. H
was discovered passing across th
bottoms of the Bushnoll plantation
about noon, by Alfred Jones, a color
ed tenant on tho place, who notified
nil the farmers in tho neighborhood.
A number of men camo with their
dogs and their guns and proceeded
to locate the beast.
Tho dogs soon sfitick tim roi.
anu several or tho hunters )t within
closo ranee at 1 nVinnt m.. .. i
loads wero fired into him before" he
iiau ummrenuy noticed any onslaught
Firing continued for several hours
iwi Biigni enect, and several fierce
fights between tho dogs nnd the bear
occurred, but he apparently mado no
effort to attack any of tho huntsmen.
Lato In tho afternoon, nfter consld
erable dodging In a thick swamp, he
climbed largo tree. Several shots
were flitsd nt him from below, nnd
ho went out on n llmli u-hfi. ,,,
small It broke under his weight.
wnen nc leu to tho ground Mr. Ed
Harrlll was at very closo range nnd
got a good aim at a point Just below
thG heart, which ended tim ,.ir.
Mr. Summers, who sent for his
wagon, carried the Imar to the near,
est scales and found that ho weighed
267 pounds. Charlotte Observer.
Scientific English Farming.
At Farlngdon. Berkshire, farming
has been raised to a science. Mr.
George Adams, -r the royal prize farm
Wadley house, farms somo 4.000 ccs'
of which about half is arable and half
pasture. He employs from 200 to 230
laborers, milks COO cows dally, keeps
about forty Shlro brood mares, a score
of breeding sows, and from 3,000 to
4,000 laying hens, grows about 1,000
acres of grain, besides attending to
umui mumianous items in the ordi
nary course of farm practice About
1,000 acres of meadow hay are har
vested annually. All the work, cut
ting, carrying and ricking, Is dono bv
piecework. Tld-Blts.
Llnd Resembles Lincoln.
Representative John Llnd of Minne
sota, who has twice been governor of
that state and has been nominated
for Justlco of tho Supremo Court, is
said to bear a marked resemblance
to Lincoln. In fact, ho seems a por
feet doublo of the martyred Presi
dent; oven tho expression of his face
Is similar, as well as Its contour. Ho
is extremely tall end gaunt and has
a shambling gait.
The Woman of It.
Sho I had a aplendld half hour's
chat with young Slmpklns last even
ing. He Indeed! Why, everybody says
he Is Bttipld and never says anything.
ohv iruo; mu nos an excellent
listener.
w ' J -ass
Short Circular Capes In Style.
Short circular capes are nil tho
fashion right now. Thow most In
vogue for bite August days and early
nntumn weather are of conrse lace;
any lace like C'luny. Bingo or point
Venlso Is In favor. Tho capos vary In
length. Sometimes they fall Just to
the shoulders, other reach to the bust
line, and still others touch the waist.
in cent or dyed to match tho color
of tho gown they will be the most
fas lonable during the early fall. The
smart girl Is sum to contrive many
imel ways or lidding to the charm of
her cnpp; She may fasten It down the
front with big. hrilstlc looking but
tons, or it may have the effect of be
ing tied together with many smnrt
looking Utile black satin bows. If
shu wishes to more decidedly cunngo
Its efjvt she. 111 slip sutlu uiessallno
or velvet rlbons through the meshes
of the lnce at either side of the, froM.
At the neck the ribbons are tied In
rosettes, and then again n bit further
down. September Woman's Home
Co m pan I on.
iu TZ IT -u-JLi.
Midget Furniture.
For the nursery there Is midget fur
niture, of a kind that delights the
hearts of the children, not doll funil
tile, but furniture of Just the right
suit for the use of children; comfort
aMo easy chairs about one-third tho
she of those In mother's room, cov
ej'jij with pretty cretonne; a small
so.'u ami a llttlu box couch, covered
to mtteh, says the Ohio State Journal.
Th little toilet table Is draped with
tut cictonne, nnd there are hangings
of t at the door. A small white writ
ing ilcsk'nnd tnble, with a white chair
of corresponding size, have a place In
ono corner of the room nnd on the
den I arc slate and pencil nnd nn al
phabet game. Tho cretonne box
couch makes ng excellent receptacle
for toys when they are no't In use.
Excellent Pear Dessert.
Ccok one-half cup of rlco twenty
.11 mules In plenty of boiling salted
vate Drain and put In thu double
bollcJ, with a half cup of rich milk.
Cook until the rice is soft nnd the
milk absorbed. Sweeten lightly nnd
seaHoi with n few drops of vanilla,
two tlaspoonfuls of preserved ginger
Julco ind a few drops of lemon Julco.
Turn into a mold to cook Drain a
quart of stewed pears free from juice,
fill thilr centers with preserved gin
ger clvpped fine and moistened with
a tcnfpoonful of orange Juice. Turn
tho rice Into a low glass dish, arrange
tho pejrs about It, and garnish with
ginger nnd whipped cream.
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, For Afternoon Wear.
Full waists made with deep point
ed yolfri nro exceedingly becoming
to glrlljh figures and are much liked
for tho waists of afternoon wear. This
one Is made of rose-colored wool ba
tiste, tie yoke being of finely tucked
Bilk, wl'h a design of bias banding
forming-loops In which medallions
of lace re set, and round the lower
edgo of i tho yoke Is a frill which
matches the waist and which Is
stitched jaud trimmed with an em
broldereiVfwjd. To mnke the waist
UP8lsrd by Ma- Manton,
for a girl of'll years of age will bo
required 5 jfcrds of material 21, 4
yards 27 or 2K yards 41 Inches wide,
with 1 yard ijr yoking material.
Gifpe Catsup.
To make gjape catsup get seven
pounds of grafes. Pick them off tho
stems, wash jhem, put them In a
stone Jar andlset the Jar over tho
fire In a deepipot of boiling water.
Let the grapeslcook In this nnr.r-r
for an hour IiA order to loosen tho
seeds. Reraovrt from tho flro and
train through i sieve, being careful
that all the puljjsoos through. Then
add a pint Uf Bocnl eldflr vliteimr
three am a lialfpofiitritt of stigaf Htii
! uuq u iiairno
tspoortful enflt
is. Return b
Ihlclc. r
a toaspoortrul enjll of cinnamon and
cloves. Return b the flro and cOok
until
Fish Puddlrfa.
Ingredients Oie-half pound cookod
fish, 4 pound cocod potato,. 1 ounce
butter, 1 egg.- 1 tibl'osooonful' rtilik.. i
teaspoonful chopfed paisley, popper
ana sail,
Method Roraovi the fat n,i iin
from the fish, andlbroak tho Dili Into
small Hakes; rub the potato through
a wire sieve; ml! It with tho fish,
add pepper and snlt; melt tho butter
In it samvpan. add the fish mixture
to It. mix well together; ndd tho egg
(well beaten), the milk and parsley;
pour the mixture Into n buttered
mould or pie dish, cover with crumbs,
bake In ;i moderate oven for about
Ihlity minutes, turn out on to a dish
paper, garnish with pnnley nnd lem
on, nnd serve.
Misses' Tourist Coat.
Tho tourist roat hns taken a firm
hold on popular fancy nnd will be
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much worn during the coming season
bv voimc Klrls ns well nn bv crown
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women. Th s one Is pecu llnrly deslr-
the costume equally well, hut, In
the case of the model. Is mndc of
dark blue cheviot tilinmed with brnld
and ntlfchi'il wti cortleelll silk am
Is designed for wear over any gown.
The coat Is made with loose fronts
and back, tho latter being confined at
the waist lino by means of n belt
cut In two portions that are lapped
one over the other nnd held by but
tons. The sleevvs nro wldo and nm
pie. finished with roll-over finrc cuffs.
Tho quantity or material required
for tho medium size Is 4-4 yards 27
Inches wide, 2 ynrds 41 Inches wld
or 2-7i ynrds C2 Inches wide.
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o Jellied Salmon. i..
Thoso who arc most Interested In
llio moro substantial courses nt the
tubje will bo glad to try the Jellied
Salmon, which jnalces a most appetiz
ing as well ns a taslQful luncheon
dleh, or one tp bo served at a' Sunday
evening . supper. It la oaslly made.
Soak ono tablespoonful of gelatine
as usual, and mix it with a can ol
salmon and three-quarters of a cup
of salad dressing. Set It away to
harden. This is but one of tnnny
similar dishes which any skilful cooV
may devise.
n
Fancy Covert Coats.
Lest the covert coat approach mo
notony n variety of finishings is In
troduced Into Its mnklng. Full Blceves
have been Introduced, and now somo
of tho short Jnckcts havo full backs
new in nt the waist with a short
jjtrap. Olliors havo wldo stitched
buiTln curved around over the shoul
ders n.-.'J way to tho back, forming
a cape offeC!- Slot scams, braiding,
appliques and fujlllngs nro all Intro
duced, lendlnir thfc nreLwhllo Blninle
covert Jacket a most festive ah,VJ?ct.
New Form of Entertainment.
At a luncheon a short tlmo ngo a
now form of entertainment was pro
vided by tho guests themselves. Tho
hostess asked each ono to come In
some wny representing her fad; then
tho guests weru supplied with pencils
nnd cards and the ono who guessed
tho greatest number of hobbles sug
gested received a prize. Ono girl,
who wished to show that sho was
fond of music, had fastened to her
dress a picture of a crying kitten will
n bandaged head mleu-slck.
Ml.
Pineapple and Orange.
Cut the top from n plneapplo and
carefully remove tho Insldo, so that
tho shell may not bo broken. Cut the
pulp Into bits, mix It with the pulp
of three rlpo oranges, also cut very
small, and liberally sweeten the mix
ture. Smooth off the bottom of the
pineapple sticll so that It will stand
upright, refill with the fruit pulp, and
set In the Ice for three hours.
Mixed Catchup.
Take equal quantities of green to
matoes, white onions nnd cabbage
grind In a sausago mill. Sprinkle
with salt, turn Into a bag and hang
up to drain all night. Put In a Jar
with one ounce each of white mus
tnrd seed, powdered mace, ground
cloves nnd nllsplco; chop two pods
of red popper and add. Cover with
strong, cold vinegar.
Whole Canijed Tomatoes.
PnVmerse the tomatoes In bolllni
water and slip off) the skins, into a
largo kettle of boiling wator put JU8i
enough tomatoes to fill a tar rv,.,.
and steam for eight minutes, the
pack Into a hot Jaf, fill to overflowlnt
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mm iinj uuiiuik fHier anu seal.
"M.
AKE NOT FOR SLE
NEW ENGLAND FARMS HELD Fpn
SENTIMENTAL REASONS. v
.
Old Owners Keep Them for Burial
Sites for Children Who Want Away
One Man's Pathetic Reason for
Keeping His Land.
"All tho farms In New England are
not In the market," said a man whose
business tends to speculation In farm
property. "Somo are being held by
tho old people as n matter of Bontl
moiTt. "In ono of my recent trips down In
Malno I stopped nt a farmhouso that
was erected more than sixty years
ngo. The ownor did not know It, but
I had gone nil over hts land and had
tnkon a fancy to It. Ho and his house
keeper wero tho sole occupants ot
tho house at the tlmo of my visit.
"Wo wero on tho veranda ono even
ing, when I broached tho subject of
buying his farm. Ho said It was not
ior mwu ill. nny pi
tl,plonintlcnl)y ft's
. . ...
for sale at nny price. I suggested as
I rnlild that hn
wmuu not nccu tuo pinco mucu longer,
, t , th l pro09et,
would not need tho placo much longer.
to pay him ho could pass tho remain
der of his days In peace, n,n.d. ndo
pcnUonce. - - Mbijw j
"I Imew (.hut JiO had n, bpy In Now
York who was doing well, and who
V'oiiiil never return to the old farm. I
jiicptloocd this a-? nn Jnd,UQomoiU to
make the trade. lie shook his head
tho moro determinedly.
'' 'That's the rcasop )io saldt 'that
I don't want to sell. If It waa not fot
that hoy I might be tempted to lot
(he old placo go. But It's this way:
"'Ho was born hero. He wont to
school not mora thnn throe miles from
hero. He knows cvory path In tho
woods. Ho has played all over this
ground ns far as your eyes can see. ,
"JuBt across tho fiord over there
Is tho family burying ground. His
mother and brother and sister are all
there, sldo by side. I guess yotfTfo
right when you gay ho will not want
to coin back. Hoi goFTo bo quite a
city mnn, nnd J never expect to see
him como back hero to live. Per
haps 'talu't natural that he should.
"'I ain't never nsked him to come
back, and 1 don't think that I ever
shall. But somo of theso days when
ho gets along whero I am now, maybo
ho'll get tired. Of course, ho'll have
his own home In the city by that tlmo,
where no CaiTiilt down and take It
easy. I hopo bo. " ' "iC '&8J1
" 'But nfter that It may be somoCoiF
solatlon to him to know that ho will
bo sent back here. That's why the
farm ain't for sale.'
"And his refusal to sell Is the ro
fusal of many othcra In tho old state.
They arc holding on their places for
tho sako of tholr children who havo
gone nway, but who, thoy aro suro,
will be sent back If thoy do not como
of the'lf own volition. That Is why
the od farms In NoW'EuKland aro not
Tor sale." Nov? York Bud. !JV?w
'BQ
Idyll of the Ballroom.
Alio dropped this rosebud half an hour
ngo
Whllo gllillnir through that witching
waltz of HtrauHs;
I naved it from iloMtructlnn dlro below
Tho poudjsrous feet of Phillips and hi
epouso;- . r
Toll iflir, sweet rose, beforo your petals
fall,
Does my love know I love her best ot
a"7 - ri
Another walls! And, ns 1 feared, aaaln
'lhat chiitterln noodle, Urlga, her vis-
Ilo's rich, .though rather passe, and Its
He loves hcr-that tho very blind could
see.
How graciously ihe HMens to his drawlt '
Ah, can aim know I lovo tier bct of all?
I never told her how her wbmotno faco '
Lomcii to my thoughts unhid tho whole
day through;
I never aski-d tit-r If thcro Is a place
lu her young tieart whore I'm remom
heied, too.
Yet, watching- her, I lean ngalust tho
wull
And tell my soul I Jove her best of all.
Now halts the muslo for a little urare;
And ne.itt-il. Hco, Mho gathers daintily
Her gown's gray foldB usldo to make a
phi co
A placo Tor Brlggs! By Jove, sho beck-
niiR!
My queen, I come! Now, let what may
byfall me!
1 .Vjoow she knows I lovo her best of all.
The 80fieilH dawn steals up the whiten
ing R.
The llglitx uro olU. the music dumb and
dead; v
Beneath tho stars togolTHNV j" and I.
in nour ago wnai wus It tfuJru "
Htrnngu gladness thrills my lieui?
recall V,
Her whispered words: "I lovo you bes("?Wk
San Francisco Argonaut. "
Passing of the Pen.
"Tho typewriter has destroyed tho
golden futuro that we foresaw for our
business," Bald a manufacturer of
pons. "If the typewriter's field of use
fulness keeps on enlarging there will
scarcely bo any need for pen fifty
years nence." 4 w,'-.. iiw
Tho man alghed. WjWtt
"When I entered tho pen trade In
my boyhood It Beemcd," ho said, "that
this, above all trades, was thn nnn hu.
tlncd to spread. In my dreams I saw
mo wnoie world, educated at last,
writing with nons of mv miim Tt.An
the typewriter came. I sneered at it
In the beginning. I called It a toy
But today It will do everything si
pen will do. It will make out bills and
chocks, address envolopes of every
shape, make entries in all sorts- of
books. Wo ponmakera aro beginning
to suffer from tho typewriter's advent.
Wo nro shutting down. We are laying
on nanus, it Is easy fc aco that tho
day will come when peas will only
ue useu ior polite correspondence and.
tor me signature." Baltimore Heraldi
German Emarssa Is 8tudlouj
Ono of the vaoat studious qucap j'
Luropo la the Gorman omDresfia;
ceremony. Her majosty i
study is medicine, and 8:naW'
structed herself so well ,JK?j,M'vt
iei.l-7.7-J
healing that she is regan
, WUQ
tuiropo is tno uorman omprcwwiw i
cares very little Indeed for poi' uentM'
ceremony. Her majosty's AV0WmT ' I
an efficient adviser in
:f ordl-
X
i nary Illness
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