Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, June 28, 1902, Page 9, Image 9

Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page. It is also available as plain text as well as XML.

On the Straight
BT MART A NOR LA DICK ENS Author of "Prisoner of Sllnr," "Asalnst the
Tld." Some Womm's Ways," "On ths Ed?e of a Precipice ," etc., etc.
(Copyright, rt. by fi. 8. McClure Co )
G la 1ft Shorter, iitiH la the fsr cor
ner of a Walham Green omnibus, was sur
veying the worM with a va,ue little amlle
born of consciousness of being really well
dreaserl. She had on all her best clothes,
and they were nearly new. Her Jacket
wat last year a certainly, and If It had not
been for her mother's stringent representa
tions she would hare "managed" without
tt. In tplte of the fact that It was a chilly
October trenlug. However, worn open to
display her luce tie and pearl necklace. It
did not Interfere so very much with the
general effect, and her bat. In Gladys' opin
ion, made amends for everything. It was
quite the most fashionable shape, and It
suited her remarkably well.
She bad succeeded In putting it on at
Just the right angle, and every woman
knows that this ts a feat not always to
be accomplished. And the arrangement of
tier veil left nothing to be desired.
It was a pretty little face behind th
veil, a little powdery at this moment,
but that Gladys' eyes was quite "the
thing." The outline was very soft and
Xlrllsh. There was not much depth In tbt
big brown eyes, though they were quick
and bright as are the eyes of most of tat
girls who work for their bread day after
day. Her whole expression. Indeed, was
chiefly remarkable for a certain simple
It was about 7 o'clock on a Saturday
evening; the omnibus was nearly empty,
nd It proceeded on lis way with an un
hurrying rumble. Gladys took not the
faintest Interest in the route had she not
already traversed it twice that day,
and did she not traverse It twice every da
cf her life on her way to the city office
where she worked as a typewriting clerk?
fibe was gazlag placidly into vacancy, her
mind engaged In a series of mild meander
tngs which she would have characterized
at "thinking," when a halt on the part
or the omnibus was followed by the en
trance of a stout woman who sat down
heavily beside her.
"Lor". GUdyeV observed the newcomer.
now are you, my aeari w nere are you
off at this time In the evening?"
i wo pretiy aimpies made their appear
anre In Gladys' cheeks.
"Why, Mrs. Masters," ht said, "who'd
hsva thought of seeing you? O, me? I'm
going down to Drury Lane theater."
' The elder woman nolded knowingly, and
her eyes took In all the details of Oladys:
"Myl Aren't you smart, too! Going to
meet Mr. Loftle. I suppose?"
Gladys nodded and simpered a little girl-
uhly and innocently.
"He likes to go to the theater now and
then of a Saturday evening," she said. And
It was quite obvious that In Gladys' eyes
while "he" entertained such sentiments
towards the drama, the drama might safely
hold up Its hesd. The elder woman nodded
again, respectfully.
"He's doing very well, I'm told. Is Mr,
Loftle." she said. "You're a very lucky
girt. Oladys. my dear."
Oladys giggled. She did this because the
vocabulary at her command did not allow
her any adequate eipresalon of her feelings.
"HI Arm's In the tea trade, same as
yours. Isn't It?'" Inquired Mrs. Masters,
genially. "That seems funny, now, don't
"Well, I don't know about that." Gladys
said. ' "It was through his coming in and
out to us that we got acquainted, don't you
"And when's the wedding likely to be?
' V'Mr. Loftte-wll, yoa sec. 'to aays he'f
got enough" Its touch of tender pride made
even the little high-pitched voice pretty to
hear "and he doesn't see why ws should
wait. And and I shouldn't wonder It It
was te be somewhere about the spring.
Mrs. Masters patted the girl's arm ap
"And I'm sure I'm glad to hear It, my
dear." she said "Tour mother'!! miss you,
though, Oladys. that she will."
The bright brown eyes softened for i
moment, but Oladys was an eminently prac
tlcal little person.
"She's got the lodgers to think of." said
the girl, "and I shall be In and out a good
bit. Ws don't mean to settle more than
Ave minutes' walk away. Oettlng out here,
are you, Mrs. Masters? Good evening."
Mrs. Masters' parting benedictions were
ruthlessly cut short by the conductor's In
junction to her to "come along, mum,
please." and Gladys relapsed Into that
state of unemotional satisfaction from which
Mrs. Masters had roused her. She stopped
the omnibus with a business-like briskness
when shs reached her destination and got
out. feeling her hat and veil anxiously to
. make surs that all was still as It should
be. Then she turned and went up a side
street, hurrying her quick, short steps as
she became aware of a man's figure waiting
t the farther corner.
"O. Alt!" she said breathlessly, "you're
sever going to tell me I'm late?"
Mr. Alfred Loftle lifted bis hat with an
air which ha considered equal to anything
which could be seen at the most fashlcnable
hour In the park. In doing ao hs displayed
a very curly head of light hair and a fair
eomplexlooed face. He had been "doing for
himself and In the opinion of his friends
snd relations doing remarkably wall tor
himself ever since he was IS. And now
at two and twenty he had the keen eyes of
man of bualness n curious conjunction
with cheeks which had not yet lost the
roundness and fullness of youth. He was
dressed, according to his lights, as care
fully as was Gladys. Mr. Alfred Lottie had
risen by force of ahrewd Intelligence and
Indomitable energy and fuah to be bead
clerk in a firm of tea shippers, and he bad
o smell opinion of himself. The Interests
of the business were his own Interests,
sines be meant to be a partner therein be
fore he was many years older.
Having repHeed his nat he extended two
fingers to Gladys with an air of the highest
fashion, and a cheerful grin.
"Well. If you say so I suppose I'm not."
he said with a facetlouaness of tone which
la the society In which Lottie was a shining
tight made up for sny lack of verbal humor.
' It's not for me to contradict a lady, la tt?"
"O. but Alt. dear. I'm not late not really.
I can't be! I started ever so punctually!"
Loftis's boyish countenance, which had
assumed an expression of Injured indigna
tion, relaxed Into a broad smile, and he
laughed, triumphantly.
"I gave you a turn, though, didn't I?" he
"Come oa!" he added, alipplng his hand
through her arm and turning tn the direc
tloo of the theater. "I want te get a good
place. They say this Is a Orat-rate show."
The play was s melodrama of the most
thrilling description aad In the short In
terval between the first and second acts
Cladya. plnk-cheekej and bright-eyed with
excitement, was voluble on the subject of
the hero's wrongs and the heroine's frock
and demanded a full explanation from
Loftle who waa more than willing to lay
down the law as to the possibilities con-
ejected with the machinations set on foot
by the villain. Perhaps the second act was
aot quite ao deeply interesting; at any rats
Lottie let the discussion of Ita merits drop
before the curtain rose again and sat for
a moment meditatively studying the pro
gram. Then he said, casually:
"Busy at your place Just now, Gladys?"
Glads nodded. She waa eating a choco
late cream, which Interfered with ep.tca
for the wutumu
"That's a big consignment you've just got
from Ceylon, Isn't It?"
Gladys shook the bag of chocolates snd
peered Interestedly Into Its depths. Pho
was wondering whst kind she liked best.
Is It?" sr-e said. Indifferently. "I don't
know. Alt. I'm sure. Have a choc.
Loftle put bis band Into the bag she
held out to h'.m end drew out a chocolate.
Then he looked at It as though he were not
quite sure what it was meant for.
"Making an offer to Clarkson's?" he said.
The excessive csrelesenees of his tone
might have appeared a trifle unnatural to
any one whose perceptions were not con
centrated on chocolate creams, but Gladys
only thought that It waa rather "slow" of
him to talk business.
"Yes." she said. "I typed the letter this
Oh, you did. did your said Loftle.
"What are you offering them?"
Oladys tossed her head coquettlshly. She
fV VNr&v 'cKS'1 X.J kvvw
wat a trifle thrown oft her balance with
"How tiresome you are all of a sudden,"
she said. "I didn't come here to talk about
that stupid old office. Say something more
"I'll be lively." said Loftle, putting the
chocolate Into his mouth as earnest of his
words, "If you'll Just answer my question,
"I don't know what your question was."
the said wilfully.
"Oladys. don't be silly! Just tell me the
terms your people sre offering Clarkson."
Perhaps his peremptory tone acted as an
Irritant on the gtrl't excited nerves. She
lifted her little pointed chin In the air and
turned her tboulder toward blm.
"I shan't tell you anything at all. If you
speak to me like that," she said. "So there!
Little silly. Indeed! It's you that's silly, I
He resented her rebellion now with s
promptitude which characterized til hit
"Why, whatever'e come over you, Oladys?
Flying out like that Just because I want to
have a little rational conversation! Catch
me bringing you to the theater again, that's
"You can please yourself abont that, I'm
The sentence Issued shortly from tha
averted profile, and a dead silence fell upon
the pair.
Quite thirty seconds must have passed,
during which the young man and the young
woman contemplated opposite sides of the
auditorium In silence. Then a flush crept
over Gladys' fare, and she stole a glance out
of the corners ot her eyes In Loftle't direc
tion. Perhaps bs caught the glance. At
any rate he had the sense to maintain and
even to Intensify the Indignation ot bis ex
pression, and Gladys' color deepened. An
other thirty seconds passed, and .then a
small voice, half Injured and half appealing,
No answer. Mr. -Alfred Loftle preserved
a countenance ot stone.
"We were having such a nice evening,
"I'm not aware that It's tny fault that
we're not having a nice evening now."
"I'm sure I'm very sorry It It's my
fault," said Gladys, with increasing meek
ness. There wsa a tremble In her voice
which caused Loftle to forget bis resolu
tions snd look hastily around.- And as their
cyea met ahe murmured:
"It wasn't kind of you to call me silly,
now, was Itr , k . .
Loftle moved a little nearer to her and
their bsnds met In reassuring clasp, which
waa not In the least hindered by the
publicity of their position.
"I am given to being a bit. nasty now
and then, Oladys, and you mustn't take any
notice ot It."
"And we won't have any more words, will
we?" ahe whispered.. "I I can't bear hav
ing words with you, Alt."
Hie response was uttered In an even
lower key, and some minutes had passed
during which the conversation was carried
on In undertones before he said. Jocosely.
"And now. Just to show It's all b:o3
ever, you might answer my question.
"About the tender?" she said. Oh, yea,
of course. Alt. "We're offering"
His hand was dravn through her arm
and be felt her start suddenly ws she
Stopped short, letting her sentetce die sway
an ber lipa. The curtain roae at the same
moment and he thought It waa this which
had distracted her attention..
"Go oa," he whispered,
''But she made ao answer and Lottie as
too good a playgoer to press the question
at the moment.
If he could hsve seen Gladys' fare, as
she looked straight before her with con
tracted brows and startled eyes, he would
have known that she was hardly aware
that the curtain bad arisen. But the In
terest of that third art was positively
breathless and Loftle was soon to absorbed
in It that he completely forgot his com
panion. When little murmurs of horror or
admiration broke from the crowded pit he
never realized that Gladys, usually so ready
with gasps and ejaculations of emotion,
added no quota to the gene.-. I sound. And
when the curtain fell on a wholly unex
pected situation amid the applause of the
bouse be did not notice, even when he
turned to her. clapping vehemently the
while, that Gladys was quite unmoved and
even distrait In expression.
"Well, that was as good a thing as I've
seen for a long time!" said Loftle, en
thusiastically, as soon as speech was pos
sible. "It was splendid." returned Ctadys,
vaguely. Then she added hurriedly: "Alt,
dear, you don't really want me to tell you
about that tender, do you?"
The boyish enthusiasm faded put of
Loftle't face and his expression became un
usually keen and businesslike.
"You bet I do," be said. "Go ahead,
Gladys." The trouble in Gladys' ey;t
grew deeper.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you," she faltered.
"Tou tee. we're we're not tupposed to talk
about what goes on in the office."
"Of course, you're not," he answered,
promptly. "But that's got nothing to do
with your telling me, Gladys. I've a reason
for wanting to know, don't you see?"
"And I went to tell you." she said, des
perately. "Especially since we've - had
words about It. But It came Into my head
all of a sudden that they said when they
engaged me, of course, I wasn't to talk about
what went on inside outside, and I said I
The outline of Lottie's chin and jaw tcok
a singularly obstinate expression.
"Now, look here, Gladys," he said, alnktng
his voice. "I see what you mean, of
course. If it should come out that .you
spoke about this, yon think you'd lose your
post. But if It should well. It's worth
losing your post for."
There was a pathetic expression of per
plexity In the brown eyet that regarded
blm to fixedly.
"I'll tell you Just how It Is." he said,
lowering hit voice to that not a word could
reach even their nearest neighbors, "we've
got a big consignment from Ceylon, too.
vtere tenaering to Harmon's, and If we
should get the contract through a tip from
me why, It'd Just about make me. Now,
we don't want to put it too low, because It
doesn't look well, and. besides, . where are
your profits? But If I knew what your
people were going why, there you are,
don't you see?"
"You mean you'd Just undersell them?"
said Oladys, in a frightened whisper.
"That's it." he said, triumphantly. "And
we could get married at Christines."
But Gladys clasped her hands tightly and
tbook her head.
"I can't, Alt," she taid. And some
thing seemed to rise tn her throat and
choke her.
"You ean't? What's to prevent you?"
"Why, you see it s what I know as their
elerk and you'd you'd you'd get the con
tract instead of them. And It 'ud be some
how on. Alf, don't lock like that like me
me robbing them!"
"Well. I'm Jiggered!"
The words came from Lottie slowly and
weightily aa he aat staring at the little
figure beside blm aa blankly as though It
had suddenly changed Its shape before his
very eyes.
"If any one bad told me that you could
talk such rubbish as that, Gladya. I
abouldn't have believed them," he aald.
Hla words were none the les emphatic for
the undertone In which tbey were spoken.
"That's what cornea of girls getting taken
on as clerks. Tbey get talking of things
they don't know anything about, and pretty
nonsense they make ot it. Robbing them,
inueea: way, nil you tee Its a matter
ct business? They . tender and we tender
and that's all about It."
"It Isn't a matter of buslneea if I've said
what they think I shan't say." said Gladys.
Her lips were quivering aa ahe uttered the
low words and she did not look up. "I
can't put it right, I I'm no good at ex
plaining things but I know somehow that
It wouldn't be fair."
i dob my blessed word!" ejaculated
Lottie. The novelty of her opposition, and
still more the wholly unexpected nature of
her tieea, abaolutely took bis brearfa away.
Then, as resentment at being thwarted
7 "
grappled with amazement, the color
mounted to his face.
"You don't seem to notice thst you're
psylng me a poor compliment," he said.
"If you can't put trust In my word when
I tell you a thing's right, why It's a pity
that you ever aald you'd have me. Can't
you understand that I know mure about
these things than you do?"
"Yes, of course." she said, catchins
eagerly and plteously at a chance of pro
pitiating him. "Of course you know better
about everything. Alf. dear."
"Well, then, do as I tell you," he said
Gladys lifted a pair of beseeching. In
finitely perplexed, but resolute, eyea to his
"Oh, Alf, dear, don't don't aak me." she
said. "If a person thinks a thing's wrong,
why then It's wrong for them to do It."
But Loftie t wss not a temper that bore
opposition. The band was playing a selec
tion from a comic opera a selection which
Oladys recalled with detestation long after
lis brief career on the hand organs was
over, and during the Instant in which a
roll of drums made speech Impossible she
saw his face harden and whiten with anger.
As soon as he could make himself heard he
"Now. look here, Gladys." he ssld, "it's
no ue talking like that. I have asked
you and I do ask you, and if you won't tell
me it's ail off between us so now!"
A flood of crimson color rushed over
Glady s poor little face and ebbed away,
leaving It very pale. But she only said
"Oh, Alf. don't say that!"
"It's yorr own doing," he returned
They had neither of them noticed that
the curtain had gone up on the last act,
and their whispered words were suddenly
hushed into silence by the complaints ot
their neighbors. They sat looking at th?
brilliantly lighted stage until the curtain
felt again, and then Loftle rose mechan
ically. He led the way through the crowd,
followed by Oladys, and as they got into
the street, he said:
"Are you going to tell me?"
But Gladys only shook her bead.
Gladys never knew very well how she
got home thst night. She waa only quite
sure that Loftle did not go with her. She
told her mother that she had "the head
ache awfully bad" and burying her face
In the pillow as soon as might be Bhe pre
tended to go to sleep.
It was not till the next morning that
the high tide of her unhapplncss broke
upon Gladya.
"I couldn't help It," she said to herself,
ts full realization came 'upon her. "I
couldn't help It. But, oh.' I do wish I was
Mrs. Snorter's keen perception! early told
her that Gladys' headache was only to be
accounted for by "something wrong with
her and Alf." Being a woman of much
discretion, she did not press her daughter
for her confidence, but left her In bed, a
luxury which Sunday morning alone per
mitted her. and brought her the only balm
she could offer. In the shape of a cup of
tea. And In bed Gladys lay . and cry till
she could cry no more.
She got up eventually and wandered down
to the little sitting room in the basement
a lUaronaolatA and disheveled little Azure.
And when the time came for "evening I
church" Mrs. Shorter't one weekly dlsst- t
pation that worthy woman wat In twenty
minds at once at to whether or no her
laughter would "take It kind" If she stayed
tt Home witn ner. finally sne aeciaen mai
Gladys "didn't want any notice took." and
proceeded to array herself tn her Sunday
'She doesn't expect young . Loftie, that's
:crtaln," Mrs. Shorter said to herself as
she proceeded fclong the1 passage to the
ttrast door; "she'd linv.clTt'ied' her hair If
she had. whatever there's r. been between
them. Now, I do hope and, trust "
She opened the street door at this point
and her ruminations were cut suddenly
short For theie on the doorstep stood
young Lottie" himself. ..
"Oh, . good evening. . Mrs. Shorter," he
said, nervously. "I I' was Just going to
ring at the bell."
Good evening. Alfred,"' returned Mrs.
Shorter, graciously, though ehe felt a pang
for her daughter as she thought of the un
curled hair. "You'll exouse me being on
my way to church, won't you? Gladys Is
downstairs In the sitting room, but she's
not well."
"May I go down," said Loftle.
"You know your way." said Mrs. Shorter.
Gladys, downstairs, beard the front door
shut and ahe rented her face on a hard tota
cushion and began to cry again. Then sud
denly she beard a step on the kitchen
stairs a step that ehe knew. She lifted her
head and looked round at the door, a pic
ture of blank, frightened amazement. The
steps csme slowly on and at last the door
was pushed open and Lottie stood there.
But it waa quite a different Lottie from
the angry, aggressive, determined young
man from whom ahe bad parted on the
previous night. This Loftle was deprecat
ing In expression and shame-faced tn man
ner. He swore tcftly under bis breath, as
he saw her face.
"I I suppose you won't care for me to
come In." be said.
But Gladys eould not apeak.
"I Just wanted to say," continued Loftle,
coming a few steps tnto the room tn tplte
of his first words, "that I'm quite aware
that I've acted like a brute. I didn't aee
It no more than the blind when you put
It to me laat night. You, being so steady,
It set me thinking, and by and by I taw
It as plain aa as anything. You were
right about Its not being on the straight
what I asked you. And I humbly beg your
pardon. Gladys, I suppose It's no good ask
ing you to to loot over It? You couldn't
take me oa again, could you?"
They wer6 married In the spring, after
all, and long before that time the episode
had nearly faded from Gladya' mind save
aa a vague and terrible dream. Even to
Loftle It gradually became only a dim
memory. In all unconsciousness she had
stood between him and the first steps from
the patha of uprightness. And her Influ
ence, though neither ot them ever again
realized that auch a factor existed in their
lives, kept Mm "on the straight"- to the
Insure your health In Prickly Aab Bit
trt tt rerulafe- the system, nenmnte-
good appetite, sound tleep and cheerful
Experience with i IOaawhoreraaw
Wklle Govtrstr of Xew York.
President Rocaevelt. It Is said, is much
interested in the demonstrations cf the sci
ence of Japanese wrestling which have been
given at the capital for some months by ao
American athlete recently returned from
the Orient. This recalls the fact, relates
the Saturday Evening Pott, while serving
as governor of the state of New York, the
news came out of Albany that he waa hav
ing a daily bout at the executive mansion
with an athletic Instructor. These bouts
came to a audden end. but why has sever
been tctd, because the Interesting story is
known to a very few.
Ttie man who gave Governor Roosevelt
his daily wrestle wss called away to New
Orleans. The governor was not Inclined to
give up hia wrestliug, which bad done him
a great deal of good, and ao he asked the
"professor" If he could not find a substi
tute. The Instructor sent vo a brawny
Irish longshoreman, to whom he had taught
the "science." and recommended him to the
governor's consideration.'.
At the usual hour the next day the mat
was thread oa the loo floor of the gov-
f mor's mansion, and Mr. Rocsevelt and the
longshoreman went at It. Vnfortunately,
the longshoreman had not been trained In
the art of self-control, and. Instead ot the
gentle and scientific resistance which the
"profeseor" hsd offered; be went at the
governor fiercely.
In an Instant Mr. Rootievclt't fghting
blood was tip, and for about twenty min
utes there was a fine exhibition of wres
tling. Finally, however, the big longshoreman's
brawn, coupled with the science Imparted
to hlra by the "professor." told, and told
disastrously. The governor wss flung vio
lently. The crash almost shook the rafters.
In an Instant Mr. Roosevelt wss on hit
feet again, ready to go ahead. Suddenly he
felt a twinge of pain la his right side.
With muth relurtsme he concluded that
perhaps he had enough for one day. The
pain in his side grow worse after he had
once more donned his ordinary attire, and
toward nightfall a doctor was sent for. An
examination disclosed the fact that three
ribs had been broken, and further wrestling
was strictly forbidden.
Story ot a Wee Girl "A ho Carried
l.onchron to Her Father.
Tucked In among the secondary press dis
patches the other day and thrown Into
shadow by the narratives of the world's
great happenings for twenty-four hours, re
ports the Washington Post, wss a modest
little story which may not obtain the notice
it deserves. We are very apt to prate. In
our age of many Interests, about the ex
cellence of doing one's duty even though
no fame attaches to the performance, but
the illustrative cases come and go before
our eyes every day .without our noticing
their peculiar character and drawing jjur
lessor, from them.
This story was of a wee bit of a girl in an
out-of-the-way village, who was sent one
morning to carry his luncheon to her
father, at work at a stone quarry at some
distance from his home. Not finding him
there. It occurred to her that he was prob
ably working somewhere farther along the
road, so she pushed on. The road was
rough artd she was barefooted and the
sharp gravel cut her feet. Still, she had
set out to find her father and she did not
wish him to go hungry a minute longer than
necessary, so she trudged along, looking to
the right and left, but seeing nothing of
him. The noon sun beat don upon her,
but she rested not. The afternoon ad
vanced, the sun sank, the dusk crept over
everything and her poor little feet, weary
and blistered, almost refused to carry her
farther, but the was not discouraged.
Night came. She had entered a town she
did not know, miles and miles away from
tome. The few persons she tret in the
highway were strangers to her and most
of trem gave no more than a passing glance
to the barefoot, dust-stained child with
her father's dinner pall on her arm. If
tuoy considered her at all they doubtless
assumed that she was a member of one
of the poor families In the neighborhood
snd doing some errand for her parents.
Pceslbly there was added to this a virtuous
comment or two on the willingness of peo
ple' of thetr class to let so small a midget
prowl about the streets after nightfall
when she ought to be getting rsady for bed
under the eyes ot her mother.
But one stranger gave her more of hit
thought than thit. Perhaps he wat one of
those kind-hearted adults to whom sll
rhilnren are as their own. At all events,
he stopped and questioned her and drew
forth her story. Then, doubtless through
Ms agency, the long-sought father turned
up and carried his little one home. She
was ready to drop down with weariness
when the wat found and had had jio food
since early morning, but when asked why
she did not take something to eat from the
pail on her arm the opened wide her baby
eyes and exclaimed with surprise, "Why,
that was papa's dinner!"
We do tot know tow the child was re
ceived when she crossed the parental thres
hold on her return. Was she caught to
mother's heart and kissed and hugged and
her wounded feet bathed and bound up?
Was ahe put to bed with tender endear
ments and told as well as the Imoerfect
words of father and mother could tell her
how glad was her welcome home? Or was
she treated to the fate which well-meaning,
but short-sighted, parents decree for
their children who, however unwittingly,
have given them a fright?
Rowan carried a message to Garcia under
condttiona which will make him an his
toric figure, yet It was only under another
form the same Indomitable purpose which
moved this little girl to continue her
search for ber father in spite of hunger
and fatigue and pain. In romance Dumas
has given us the picture of the old servant
who guarded through poverty and danger
the treasure he wst bound to preserve in
tact for the absent heir. Is the picture of
this chubby-cheeked mite any less ro
mantic, foregoing food herselt because the
contents of her pall wat sacred to her
father? In her own diminutive way this
little girl was a hero. Msny an older per
son might well sit at her feet and lean
the lesson of duty honestly done for its
own take. She hat in her the etuff of
which soldiers are made. It the were a
boy some enterprising congressman would
watch for a chance to tend her to West
Point and pride himself on having dis
covered a future general. Had she lived In
Sparta she would have been marked by
the state as a future mother of whoas sons
great things were to be expected.'
At It Is, she It only a poor little girl,
who tried to do right without giving a
thought to the Incidents or consequences.
We msy never hear of her again. But the
deserves well. Good luck to herl
Pure and
No cereal, no meat, no vege
table, can alone and of-it-self
equal the health giving
qualities of combined fruits
and grains. What one lacks
the other supplies.
California fics and Brunei
combined with selected 1
grain by our special process
makes a delicious Cereal
Coffee, -rich in nutriment
and pleasing to the taste.
AsK Your Grocer
for a Sample of
UhMrlMM T . k
I .ra ft. .1.. 1 I AU Y -T
verges from the animals that walk
the earth to the animals that fly in
the air.
The last section XII of the first
volume, prepares the way by telb
ing of and picturing flying mice,
flying squirrels, etc. The early
sections of volume II, take up the
following very interesting subjects.
Every Bird
Every Page
Section XIV
Section XV.
Birds of Prey
Each Section 10 Cents.
By Mail 15 Cents.
24 Sections in all.
At the counting room of
Omaha Daily Bee,
Omaha, Neb.
Section XIII.
Game Birds
Every Animal
Every Page
i l