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About Western news-Democrat. (Valentine, Neb.) 1898-1900 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 8, 1898)
AN ANGEL IN PETTICOATS.6 \6 had whispered , "Yes , Jack , 1 SHE you ! " In response to his question , his kisses were still . warm on her lips , their hearts wen Beating in unison , though not so tu ] mulluously as before , and now that the .first rapture and thrill were over , thej , -were asking questions and making .their little confessions , after the man- jner of lovers on the threshold of an en- garment. "How many times have I been in love before ? Now , Jack , do you think jihat is a fair question ? " she asked , mealing his look with a roguish glance , "Why , certainly it is , Dora , " he re plies ! earnestly. "You say you love 'me ' , so it really doesn't make any dif ference about the others ; they're done jfor now ; but I think I ought to know. Still , if there are so many of them " "I'lcn e slop , Jack. I won't have you sa > ing sucll dreadful things , and , with that look on your face ! " she interrupt ed , playfully placing her hand over his mouth , but quickly withdrawing it when he attempted to kiss it. ' How dare you ! " she exclaimed , "after the way you've been talking ! " " \Yell. if you don't want me to say things : , why don't you answer my questions ? " " .Must I , Jack ? " "I am-afraid you must , my dear. ' ' "And you won't hale me after I tell , will you ? " " \Vell " "That depends , you are going to say. You needn't hesitate so long. I can read your thoughts. " "Can you ? That's convenient for you , I'm sure. I wish I could read yours then I'd know the answer to my question. " -Would you really like to know ? " "Why , yes , or I shouldn't have asked it. " \YclL Jack , if it will relieve your mind any to know it , you have no pred ecessors. " "Are you sure ? " "Ye ? . Jack. You are the first and only. " "Thanks , awfully , Dora ! I'm glad to hear it ; and now that question is set tle , ! , we will " "Oh. no , my boy ; you don't get off quteo ! easy as that ! I want your confession now. About how many dozen times have j'ou been in love , pray tell ? " Jack Vernon winced. He hadn't counted on this , exactly. "Gome , young man , you are now on th. . ' witness stand , sworn to tell the truth , the whole truth , and nothing but thti truth I" she continued banteriugly. "Must I ? " said Jack , helplessly re peating her question of a few moments before. "I am afraid you must , my dear , " mimicked she. "But I am afraid you will hate me af'or I confess. " . "Is the record , then , so long ? " ? "No ; it is a very short one. I have ntkver loved but once before. " And she she refused you ? ' ' "Xo ; I never asked her. " ' Why not ? You see. I want the whole story now. " Because of pride. She was a wealthy heiress ; I a penniless lawyer , .with my fame and fortune yet to make. 1 loved her ; am not ashamed to say it ; sin was a woman that one could not liolp loving ; she was all to me then that you are now , and " t "And more. Go on and say it , Jack ; 'I want the whole truth. " "No , I won't say that ; but she was thy first , and love was a new sensa- jiion lo me then , and if I had been her ciitial in wealth and station I might 3mt , pshaw ! What is the use of telling you all this ? It is all over now. Her love was not for me. I have put it usidc and , besides , I have you. But v'hy are you looking so sober , Dora ? Have I confessed too much ? You wanted the whole truth , you know. " 1 "Yes , and I am glad you were brave enough to tell it. How long ago was it that that this happened ? ' ' she faltered. "Three years. " "And her name ? " she asked in low tones. "Need I tell that ? " ' "Yes , please , " said Dora , faintly. "Edith Burton. " Dora's face grew suddenly pale. "I thought perhaps she was the one , " BIO said , in a voice that "Jack scarcely iveognized. ' Why , do you know her ? " he ex claimed , in surprise. "I used to room with her at boarding school , " answered Dora. She had re gained control of her voice now. "She is a good , noble woman , far better than I am , and I don't wonder that you love her. " "You mean loved , " corrected Jack. "My love for her is in the past tense , j 1 not the present. " ' 'True love can never die , ' " quoted Dora , gravely. "Wasn't it the divine William who said that ? But there , Jack , we have talked enough of love for one evening. Don't you think so ? " "But you haven't promised to marry me yet. " "You didn't ask me that question. You simply asked me if I' loved you , mid you got your answer , I believe. " "And I am to take the rest for grant ed , eh ? " . "Well , no ; nothing should be taken for granted in this world. I'll give you your answer , but not now. I think I'd belter send it lo in writing. " "My ! My ! How formal we are getting all at once ! But , after all , I think I prefer it that way ; then I can carry your note next to my heart for a mas cot until you are mine for good and all. Sha'n't I run over here for it to-morrow morning ? I'm anxious to get it soon as possible. " "No ; I'll mail it lo your office in New York. " "All right , Dora , and now , just one before I go ! " He bent down and plant ed a kiss on her unresisting lips. "Thanks , dear ! Now , please forget that there ever was airy other girl , and don't look quite so sober the next time I call. I'll be over again Wednesday evening , if nothing happens. Good night , Dora ! " "Good night , Jack ! " II. When Jack Ycrnoii reached his office j in Temple court the next morning he found Dora Stevens' note awaiting him. Tearing it open he read : "Brooklyn , 9:30 : p. in. , March 15. Dear Jack The love I expressed for you an hour ago I find has turned to pily , and I am going lo make you happy by sending you to the only woman you have a right lo marry. After hearing your confession , and knowing what I do , I could never be happy with you. I know you think you are in love with me , but the tendrils of your heart arc slill entwined around that early love , and and she needs you more than I do. I told you she was my schoolmate - ( , mate years ago ; I still regard her as ono of niy dearest friends , and though we have never met since we graduated , wo have always kept up a correspondence. I inclose my la lest leltcr from her , received two mouths ago. I did not know uiilil lo-night who the man was that she loves. 'BUT WHY AP.E YOU T.OOKIXG SO SOBER , DORA ? " I know now , and I wish you both all the joy that life in each other's society can bring you. Go lo her , Jack , and make her happy and inj- blessing and prayers will go with you. Not good night this time , but good-by ! Ever your friend. DORA. " The inclosure ran as follows : "Rochester , N. Y. , Jan. 14. My Dear Dora No , I am not engaged yet , and nev er expect lo be. I have had plenty of chances lo confer my hand and forlune especially Ihe laller upon aspiring appli * cants , but I have declined Ihem all. I have never met a man I really cared for , except one , and I believe he cared for mo for a lime. Perhaps he does yet ; but , alas ! he discovered that I was an heiress , rind then pride ( he was a young lawyer , with plenty of brains and ambilion , but no money ) , held him back. He loved me ; my heart lold me lhat ; but fortune hunlers \vcrc fluttering around me , like molha : round a caudle , and I suppose he was ifraid if he spoke he would be classed tvith the rest just as though the alchemy > f a. woman's love could not detect the jold among the dross ! "Ah , well ! he is gone , and there's no ise mourning for the past. I cannot help sighing , though , to think that the very noney which has attracted so many so- . iety moths should drive away the only nan I ever loved ! "There , Dora , you have my secret , and ; now why I /shall evermore a maiden be' -but please don't leil. Wishing you a over true , some lime , dear Dora ( not bo ng burdened wilh wealth , yon won't have ; o many unworthy ones as I ) , and hoping 11 o hear from you soon , I remain , with 11o iceans of love , yours sincerely , 11t " " t "EDITH BURTON. Late that afternoon Dora Stevens re- t : eived the following brief message S roru Jack Vernou : P "My Dear Dora Many thanks for your P : ind note and the enclosure. There are n t least two angels left on earth. You are s ne of them. May heaven ever guard and o 'less ' you ! Yours gratefully , JACK. " lih "P. S. I start for Rocheslor at once , lin nd will mail this on'my way to the train. " n And as Dora read these words , she milcd one litlle , wee ghost of a smile , nd whispered : "Belter my heart than hers ! " St. r < 'aul Pioneer. Instilled. tch Mr. Lawhead Why do you treat me h o coldly ? Why didn't you answer the siy tote I wrote you last Thursday ? sihi < Miss Brushley Sir , T "don't wish to hiH iavc anything more to say to you. You H icgan your note by saying you ol thought you would drop me a line. " I tl rant you to understand that I'm not a in .sh ! sc sc A newspaper is not Interesting tc ome people unless they can find fault rith its use of English. \ IT SEEMED LIKELY That the Sheriff Would Catch Up with Iinzy I/arkins. "What's th' trouble round yere ? " ask ed .a visitor of one of the citizens of Bed Gulcli. "Oh , nothin' much , " was the answer. "Feller escaped from jail 's all. You see , fer a good many months a man has been a-loafiu' around this yere town by th' name of Lazy Larking. He nev er done a lick of work in his life , and he shot a citizen th' other day. Then our Sheriff lays hands on him an' stakes him out in jail. Well , he refuses to do euny work about the jail , even after the joory finds him guilty , after which , of course , his services belongs < t' 'the ' county until they hangs him. Yes terday the Sheriff buys a brand-new rope t' do the haugin' 'with , an' wants to stretch it. lie takes it t' .ihe jail an' asks Lazy Larkins t' help him histe up a bag of cornmeal t' hang on the end of the rope. An' , t' the Sheriff's 'maze- ment , Larkius refooses to help. This iugratitood cmazes the officer , so he 'lows he'll fix Larkius. He rushes over t' the drug store an' buys a box of them pills warranted t' cure that there tired feclin' . Then he secoores help , pries Larkins' jaws open an' makes him swaller half of th' box of pills. Then he locks the jail an' goes home. "Them pills mus' hev got in their work good an' strong , 'cause some time durin' th' night Larkius tears out the whole side of the jail , steals the bes' horse in town , uterlizes th' brand-new rope fer a bridle an' rides off. " "Do you think they'll ketch him ? " asked the visitor. "I guess so , " was the answer. "The Sheriff has just took the other half of that box of pills hisself an' started ou/ / on Larkins' trail. " A Utc Funeral. All night long the ceaseless , inuflled beating of the medicine tom-tom had come to us across the hot , barren , alkali flats ; all night long the dismal wailing of the bereaved squaws and the lonesome howl of the masterless dog , crying like lost spirits , had come to us out of the darkness , plaintive and weird ; all night long we had rolled and tossed on our blankets , spread upon the broad breast of mother earth , un derneath the silent , watchful stars ; and now , as the first pink blush of breaking morn began to revolve out of infinity into a new-born day , we rose , uurefreshed and weary. A blood-red sun thrust his scorching rays across the rugged peaks of the Book plateau ; heat , already increasing , came steaming from the parched earth ; all nature seemed aflame , and , as our tired , aching eyes sought what rest there could be found in the dingy green of the few scrub cedars that marked the single variation to the otherwise unbroken glare of whiteness , a strange , sad procession emerged from them and wended its way toward us. As it approached preached we could sec the cortege plainly. There were the patient , sad- ? yed women , their faces blackened by charcoal , their hair disheveled , their garments rent and covered with ashes ; there were the favori.te dog and horse ) f the dead warrior , the latter fullj -Quipped as though ready for a jour- ley and so he was ; there was the corpse itself , all bedecked and en shrouded , to its last earthly resting ilace. The women still wailed , the dogs still lowled , the heat still grew fiercer , and ve followed the little baud. Lippin. : otfs. How Much Seed to the Acre ? When wheat is selling at a low price he average farmer is apt to be some- rhat more liberal about sowing seed han he would be if it were worth a igh price. Whatever the price may be , : ' is waste to sow more seed than is iiec- ssary for the production of the largest rep the soil will mature. The amount of seed depends some- ; hat on several conditions. If the land ; in thorough condition , the soil moist ud the weather favorable , there is oed reason for believing that three ecks of wheat is sufficient to produce good crop. If the land is in bad coudi on , the soil too wet or too dry , the cather unfavorable , six pecks is often ot too much. A series of experiments at the Ohio speriment station indicated five or six ccks as the best quantity of wheat to > w. It is probable that five pecks on ) inparatively new or fertile land is as inch as can profitably be used. A neater quantity produces so many ants that they interfere with each oth. ' . Farmer's Voice. Granite Telegraph Poles. Quite a list of materials have been sed for telegraph poles , but the idea C stone for this purpose will be new ) most people. It is nevertheless a fact lat the messages between Milan and witzerland , by way of Simplon Pass , iss over a lelegraph line with stone ) Ies. This line runs along the fine Hilary road which skirts the west cle of Lake Maggiore. The poles are f granite , and average about ten ° iches square and twenty-five feet igh. They are in use for a distance of lirty or forty miles. The Qneen Bee. a According to Father Brown , a paper e : ad before the Scientific Society at reston , a queen bee sometimes lays a' ie rate of two eggs : i minute , and the tlh tal weight of the eggs is one and a tls ilf times that of her own "body on a s < uumer clay. As she lives four or five a tars she must lay about one and a tl ilf millions in the course of her life , er eyes are smaller than those of the her bees , owing to long residence in h e hive. Her sting is 300 times smaller hi diameter than a pin , and as she can hiA Idem draw it out after stinging a per A il she leaves it in and dies afterward. ol olh CV sandbag in the hands of the hold- h man is a stunning affair. OUB , BOYS AND GIBES THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPER. Qnaint Sayings and Cute Doings of the Little Folks Every\vheref Gathered and Printed Here for All Other Iat tie Ones to Read. A Scientific Grandpapa. "See , grandpapa , my flower ! " she cried ; "I found it in the grasses ! " And with a kindly smile , the Sage Surveyed it through his glasses. "Ah , yes , " he said , "involucrate , And all the florets ligulate. Corolla gamopetalous Compositae exogenous A pretty specimen it is , Taraxacum dens-leouis ! " ' She took the blossom back again , His face her wistful eye on. "I thought , " she said , with quivering lip , "It was a dandelion ! " St. Nicholas. Parrot , Cat and Dojr in a Cace. The Chinese must be past masters of the art of household discipline. Here Is a typical happy family of Pekiii. A DWEI/L TOGETHER HAPPILY. parrot , a cat and a small dog dwell amicably together inside a cage , while an eagle and a big dog are outside. They never quarrel , which speaks vol umes for the tact and firmness of their trainer. A Children's Party at a Palace. How time flies , to be sure ! It seems hardly more than yesterday since the Queen of Holland was a child a merry , sunshiny little girl , usually seen in white , a large , broad-brimmed hat with a white ostrich feather half hid ing the pretty face , and the long , fair hair rippling down her shoulders. Now she has changed into a tall , slender maiden , full of grace and royal majes ty. The new Queen of Holland has been a very popular person ever since she was born ; and Dutch children never tire of hearing about the time when Queen Wilhelmina played many a nerry game with her thirty dolls , and with the little boys and girls who used to be invited to the palace to amuse her ; never tire of hearing of her warm love for animals horses especially and her admiration for soldiers and all that concerns them , and her great ca pacity for learning , and her quickness in seeing a joke. And if the young Queen has by this time perfectly acquired the art of be having when necessary in quite as stately a fashion as the dignity of a lueen demands , she is a very lively and l > right girl , nevertheless ; and there is it the Hague a boy who would most jmphatically convince you of the truth ) f this statement , if you were to doubt t. When , several years ago , he was ibout nine or ten years old , he had the ; oed fortune to be invited to a chil- Ireii's party at the palace. His mother ivas glad , but somewhat uneasy , too. such a very independent and noisy lad , icr boy was ! Surely ilierc was some i eason for her being afraid that he ] vould not behave so well as she wish ed him to. She told him to try to mind lis manners , and not lo "stamp in that Ireadful way , " and not to talk too lotid- y. "And , mind you , don't forget to say tfevrotiw ( Madame ) to the little Queen vhen you speak to her. ' * But this was too much for Willem , vho had been listening attentively , if . little impatiently , perhaps. " 'Mevrouw ! ' " he exclaimed indig- lantly. "I am not going to be such a illy as to call her all that ! 'Mevrouw , ' tideed ! And she is not married , and nly twelve years old ! " For quite half an hour his mother ook pains to make him understand hat etiquette demanded the little Jueen should be addressed as "Mad- me. " He obstinately refused to be rought to reason. "It is so absurd ! " he aid. "How can I call her 'Mevrouw , ' rhen she has no husband ? " The allempt to make him understand ad to be given up. He looked a per- 2Ct little gentleman , though , when he a rove to the palace , accompanied by his ttle sisters. Solemn-looking lackeys stood ready ) conduct them to one of the beautiful Id rooms in the palace , where some ther little guests were already asseui- led , and they were welcomed by la ics of the court. When all the guests ad arrived , a lackey , opening a door , uuoimced in a loud voice : "Her Maj- ; ly the Queen ! " And all eyes were ea- srly turned in one direction. A hush , a patter of quick little feet , e leu in walked nay , ran Queen Wil- S ( jlmina , simply dressed in a frock of 01 ) ft , cream-colored silk. Willem gave quick little nod of content. He liked tat. tl She did not behave or look like a nevrouw" in the least : and he clapped s hands when she said gaily : "Let us si ive a good , noisy game ; bliudman's of iff , or or anything you boys know ! " of nd "noisy" games they had- several ce : them blindinan's buff among the la st ; and Willem thoroughly enjoyed mself , and twice caught the Queen hea bis eyes were bandaged. "I knew bi at once It was she. " lie said afterward , "as soon as I touched her sleeve. It felt so soft and nice , quite different from the others. But , of course , I never called her 'Mevrouw. ' I just said 'Kon- ingin' ( Queen ) , and I ani sure she liked it. " Well , what Queen Wilhelmina cer tainly did like was to play and to romp and to be merry as well as other chil dren. Perhaps no Dutch girl surpasses her in her love of skating and riding. St. Nicholas. of the Tenths of Bnlics. "Mamma , " said a certain little man , "when you go to town buy me a whistle and let it be a religious whistle , so that I can play with it on Sunday ! " Visitor Well , Johnnie , I suppose your father thinks the twins are some thing wonderful. Johnnie Yes , but ( in a confidential whisper ) I could lick 'em both easy. A little boy whose new-born sister set up a tremendous cry on getting her bath , exclaimed : "Well. I don't won der they sent you down here if you made such a noise as that in heaven ! " "Well , Johnnie , " said the minister tea a little fellow , aged G , "I hear you are going to school now. " "Yes , sir , " was the reply. "And what part of it do you like best ? " asked the good man. "Corn- in' home , " was the prompt and truthful answer. Harry , aged 5 , had his photograph taken recently , and when the proof was sent home his mamma said he looked too solemn and asked him why he didn't smile. "I did smile , mamma , " replied the little fellow , "but I guess the man forgot to put it down. " "I just think our mamma is an awful gossip , " said C-year-oId Walter to his little sister. "Oh , how can you say such a thing ? " she exclaimed. "Well , that' * just what she is , " replied the little fel low. "Everything I do she runs and tells papa. A gossiping woman makes me tired. " "Mamma , " asked little Willie , "did Daniel Webster build the dictionary ? " "No , dear ; it was Noah ; but why do you ask ? " said his mother. "Why , " re plied the youngster , "our teacher said that Noah built the ark , and I thought he might have got Daniel to build the dictionary for him if he was busy. " Tommy , aged 5 , and his cousin Willie , aged G , had several little altercations , in which Tommy invariably got the worst of it. One day his mamma said to him : "Tommy , to-morrow is Willie's birthday ; wouldn't you like to give him something ? " "You just better believe I would. " was the reply ; "but , you see , he's bigger than I am and I can't. " Little u-year-old Clara's papa had been away on a protracted business trip , and her mamma was putting things in order and making sundry preparations for his return. Clara watched her closely for a while , and then observed : "Mamma , yo'u make as much fuss as old Mr. Prodigal. " "What do you mean , dear ? " asked her mother. "I never heard of Mr. Prodigal. " "Oh , yes , you did , mamma , " was the reply. "Don't you know , the Bible tells about what a fuss he made when his son came back ? " DESERVED THE DECORATIONS , A.n Enterprising Burglar Who Bnr- Eled to Pome Purpose. To the social ambition of burglars Lhere is no limit. They bicycle to a suburban crib which they have arrang- ? d to crack , drive dogcarts and wear ? old-rimmed spectacles. Auolher phase ) f their desire for higher recognition iniong the community is greatly exer cising the mind of a respected resident ) f Putney , who returned after a brief loliday at the beginning of the week to iud that in his absence his house had ) een visited by at least one thief , who ippropriated a quantity of plate , Iress suit , two Greek decorations for nerit of which the housekeeper was he proud possessor , and a ticket for a mblic dinner to an official of a golf lub who is leaving England for Aus- ralia. This function was fixed for Tuesday veiling. The excitement of the bur- ; lary drove all recollection of the ban- net from his head , and it was only iheu some friends mentioned how harming his representative was at the aliquot that he remembered the dis- ppearance of the ticket , which was larked , "One guinea ; wine included. " ubsequent investigation showed that lie burglar had not only appropriated lie admission card , but actually wore lie gentleman's Greek decorations at tie dinner , where he represented hini- elf to be the ticket holder's cousin , : ho was on his holidays , and made imself so popular among the company 'ith stories of his exploits in the late reek war that several of them invited im to visit their houses. And now the real owner of the decor- tious is trying to find out all these 2ntlemen and warn them of the dan- 21- they run should the false guest anor them with his presence , because would merely be the preliminary of t < aother burglary. He is not quite sure hether he has succeeded in tracing k 1 who were attracted by the house- ei . eaker's bonhomie. London Tele- aph. . , si It Astonished Her. Clara I wonder who 'that strange jntleman is with Mrs. Wederly. They em to be very much interested in each si siol her. ol Maude That is her husband. Clara Impossible ! Why , I thought tc ey were married six months ago. 111 ix Spanish Spoken by ooOOOOOO. rc According to an authority Spanish ia oken by some 55,000,000 people , most tj , whom inhabit the southern portion the western hemisphere and adja- iit islands. It is far from being the Qguage of a decaying race. n so Fine feathers often make sorry jail- ol rds. THIS WOMAN A HUSTLER. She Iuus Her Own Plantation and T * a iucceso. I In this age of the world it is no new. thing to see a woman making a success of a business enterprise. But a few have so far been able to handle a large landed estate and make it return a handsome revenue. Farming or oper ating a plantalion has been generally conceded to be a masculine undertak ing. But Mrs. Lelia Seaton Wilder , of Decatur , Ala. , has demonstrated that she can handle her 1GOO acres as well as any man cqnld. Up to ten years agq Jl MRS. : LEIIA SEATOX WILDEI : . Mrs. Wilder , who is a dashing Southern woman , had nothing more important to look after than her wardrobe and hav ing a good time. Then her husband died , leaving her with a large landed estate. She never dreamed of taking charge herself , but , in common with all women of her class in the South , hired an overseer and put in three years trav eling abroad. When she returned home from her wanderings she found her plantation in the condition of a typical "widow's place. " with ragged fences , ill-kept fields and revenue iusifflicienfc to pay expenses. She stopped this at once , discharged her overseer , took complete charge and commenced to work on her own account. She assem bled her negro people , who had been ou the plantation for years , told them she would be their "boss" in the future and run the farm. Then she selected one oC the oldest and most respectable of their number as her assistant and set them all to work. She rides on horseback daily all over the plantation , sees that every order she gives is carried out to the letter , lets no broken fences or weak gates spoil her crops , hears and settles all complaints and handles her colored workmen with a firm , just hand , claiming at once their respect and fealty. She harvests and sells all her crops , then spends part of the year in travel , spending her winters mostly in Washington. OPENS A DANCING SCHOOL. Jersey City Minister Instructs * Ilia People in Terpsichorean Art. For thirteen years Rev. John L. Scud- tier has preached in a big Congregation al Church in Jersey City. He has open ed a dancing school in his church for the young people who attend his Sun- lay services and his congregation ap proves of the act. Mr. Scudder is an IEV. jonx r. . 11-around athlete . All his life , partic- larly his college life , ho has boxed , layed foot-ball , base-ball - , mid every liing else of the kind which was go- 3g. In his study at the church are pic- iires of him with his various collegu pains. He was captain of his base all class team at Yal < \ "I do not lies ! ' ate to say that my Yale athletics did lore to make a clergyman of me than ly training at the Union ThelogieiJ eminary , ' ' said he the other dav. A late and most lovable Edinburgh > . D. was in his study one evening -hen his wife rather excitedly called im by name from the foot of the stair , [ e put his head quietly over the banis- ? r and inquired what was wrong. His ife called out : "There's a man in the itcheu ! There's a man in the kitch- i ! " The divine answered calmly : Well , well , Marg'ret , you won't let the- iris out ; what can you expect ? ' ' and lently returned to hi.s sermon. A little girl petitioned the Lord for lir weather , and the next morning the in shone bright and clear. She told : her prayer to her grandmother , who iitl : "Well , now. why can't you pray - that it may be warmer to- orrow so grandma's iheumatism will ; bettt-r ? " "All riicht. I will , " was the sponse , and that night as she knelt ie incorporated this request in hcrlit- ? prayer : "O , God , make it hot for andma. " Preoccupied Aren't you afraid your ' isband will be jealous if I talk to'you long ? " Mrs. Tarringtou No. Dear ii Jack ! He never thinks of me when ; has on his golf suit. Brooklyn Life.
