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The Widow's Favorite Suitor Develops Two Traits that
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, By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
Some five minutes 'elapsed, while Bea
trice sat alone and looked out over the
sheen of the Hudson, and watched the
procession of river craft gliding by. Then
Maynard returned without his importun
ate friend and seated himself with a
laughing word of apology.
"Rosslter's really a capital fellow," h
said half-deprecatingly, as though he
had guessed ber estimate of the man. "A
little uncouth, perhaps, but a diamond
in the rough."
"And, like most uncut gems, is not
taken by-society at his true worth?"
asked tha woman smilingly, but with a
thin veil of spite In her tone. She noticed
on Maynard's breath the acrid aroma
which she fancied she detected earlier in
tha afternoon, stronger now the oder
that, her married life with Tom , Minor
had made hateful to her. She had guessed
from Rossiter's manner what "the bust
neas matter"., was that had taken her
escort from her, and she was a little
hurt and displeased at his temporary de
sertion. "Oh," the man protested laughing
again, "Rossiter has that rought, uncon
ventional way which all westerners af
fect, but underneath he Is pure gold,
generous to a fault and fortunately, for
him, wealthy, to a disgraceful degree, I've
alwaya been mighty fond of 'Roaring
Bill,' as we used to call him at college."
Then Maynard branched off Into a
tale of his friend's university escapades
' which made Beatrice laugh In spite of
herself. "He was always climbing out
of tha frying pan to fall into the fire."
he finished ;with a chuckle.. 'iAnd.V
sobering suddenly, "he was very fond of
my dear wiTe. They have known each
other all their lives."
The familiar situation seemed to Bea
trice to be On the verge of again domi
nating the conversation, and, at the risk
of being considered unsympathetic, she
directed her companion's attention to the
crimson globe of the sun, hanging in the
city's, amok over the distant Palisades.
8h had never felt any particular in
terest In . Maynard's deceased wife, and
since this afternoon's return to the place
the dear departed had loved so well had
not proved 'such an ordeal to the wid
ower that he hesitated to drink there
with boisterous f rierid, she had little
tolerence with his pose of bereavement.
But a widower launched upon .hie
favorite . theme to not . so easily, diverted
from it. After Beatrice's attempted in
terruption of his trend of thought he
looked out Into the glowing west for
only a moment or two In silence.
"She loved the sunsets here," he said,
I at last, in a tone of. dreamy sadness.
' "We used to come up often in the spring
time and 'help put the sun to bed.' as
she used to say. I am very lonely with
out her sometimes. Forgive me for
speaking Of ber so much, but you are
always so patient with me and I feel"
he stbpped and smiled sadly.
There was no hope for it now, and
the woman, with a weary spirit, once
more took the part she had played so
often.
' "Dear friend," she said, smiling at him
with eyes slightly moist. "I understand-'
I, too .have suffered," she added with a
little sigh. "Perhaps the good that comes
out of our suffering Is that we can com
prehend and sympathize with each oth
er's sorrows."
The man looked at her with something
more than gratitude. She colored under
! his gaze and turned her eyes towaru the
river, waiting for him to speak. When
; he did it brought her back to earth and
things earthly with a shock.
"Ah, here at last is our tea!" he ex
claimed in his natural voice as the waiter
'deftly arranged teapot and accessories
i on the table. "Are you sure you want
a hot drink on a day like this?" he
quenied doubtfully as she raised the
: lid of the teapot and the steam arose in
a cloud. . "
"Yes,. Indeed," she ' answered. "I don't
think I cid exist without my afternoon
tea. I take it always."
"Well, on- second thought, 1f you don't
mind, I will take something cool," said
Maynard. "Driving was dusty work and
ray throat feels like a newly macadam
ised road. Waiter, a Bchotch highball."
"Oh," Beatrice said hesitatingly, as the
seltxer foamed into the tall glass of ice,
"do you really care for that?"
"As old Jake Van Winkle out in Jer
sey used to say, It ain't the taste. It's
the sperrit what's In It,' " he laughingly
.replied. ;
"But isn't it .bad for you?" she askd
tentatively. "Don't you become depend
ent upon It?
i "No more than you do upon your tea,"
he answered teaslngly.
She said no more about the matter,
and he turned the conversation to other
i things. They sat long over the table and
'Maynard ordered, another highball be
Husband
fore they left. Always a facile talker,
he was at his best today, amusing, witty
and quick with retort. It was almost
dark outside when Beatrice reluctantly
said It was time she was at home and,
arising, prepared for departure.
In a few minutes the pair were again
seated in the smart trap and rolling
rapidly eastward toward her home. The
air was a little chilly now and the high
strung horse snorted eagerly, evincing a
desire to holt, which forced Maynard to
keep a tight grasp on the reins and
brought a sharp word of command from
him now and then. Beatrice was chat
ting gaily when the horse, frightened by
a boy on roller skates, who darted past
his head, shied violently. In a second
Maynard had pulled the whip from the
socket and cut him cruelly along the
flank. The horse leaped forward, but
the merciless grasp on the reins threw
bis head high, and he could only plunge
and shrink under the rain of blows
which the man, now white with rage,
showered upon him.
The scene lasted for only moment or
two, but it seemed hours to Beatrice
as, with hands pressed against her
Cheeks, she flinched at each angry lilss
and cut of the lash. She looked appeal
lngly at the man. but his face was hard
and set and ' his lips contorted into a
cruel smile. When the beating had tired
his arm he laughed a short, ugly laugh.
"Now behave yourself 1" he ordered as
he replaced the whip In the socket.
Beatrice was- silent the remainder of
the way home. Maynard was gay and
did his unsuccessful best to make his
companion smile. But she was grave
and taciturn. All her life she had loved
horses. Her father had raised them and
she had known them from her babyhood.
She remembered whst her father would
have said to Maynard had he, instead of
she, been the witness of the cruel scene.
She found it impossible to talk as if
nothing had happened.
As Maynard helped her from the trap
she thanked him politely, but coldly, for
the drive and the pleasant afternoon.
Then, before Maynard could climb again
into the trap, she stepped swiftly to the
horse's head and laid her cheek against
the velvety, quivering nose.
When the widow reached her own
apartment and her own room she stood
still for a moment, feeling faint and
weak. She recollected with a sick shud
der how once, when Tom Minor had
been drinking, he had beaten a dog he
owned. . . .
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PHILOSOPHY OF PLENTY
Recipe for Happiness by One
with Seventy Years of
Married Bliss.
Seventy years of married life! un
married by a quarrel! From that serene
height Mr. John Schwiud of Belleville,
111., as ati artist who has mastered the
gicaiesi ui arts, aoes wen to teacn a
striving world. But he has no intricate
theory to expound. His recipe for happi
ness is the essence of simplicity. His
is the philosophy of plenty.' -
It's a rational plenty, too; an available
plenty. Plenty of work, . Plenty . of eat.
Plenty of toleration. In that trinity John
Schwind and his wife found content
ment They couldn't have found any
thing else. Contentment is its sole con
tent. Plenty of work: To the man looking
for a job that prescription may seem the
bitterest satire. But somewhere back on
the road 6f the man lopking for a job
there Is" a stretch where there was
"plenty of work." What was wanting?
Was there an unwillingness to do it? Or
was the poise or Judgment defined in
"plenty of toleration" lacking?
The world's work Is an unlimited cor
poration. It is capitalUed Infinitely, Not
all its shares, though, are preferred
stock. Broadly speaking, when we can't
get the preferred we can get the com
mon stock, if we haven't unfitted our
selves for such participation.
Plenty to eat the golden mean of tem
perance between not-enough and too
much; the badge of self-conquest.
Plenty of toleration: Toleration Is the
visible service of the spirit of compro
mise. John Bchwind Illustrate the point
In a homely, illuminating way. "When
I wanted to shave In the parlor, and
my wife wanted me in the kitchen, why
we Just stewed a little and compromised
on , the dining-room." That's John
Schwlnd's allegory 0f success. As a bird
of amity the spirit of compromise takes
precedence over the dove of peace; it
doesn't end war, it prevents it-St.
Lious Republic.
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Cooking Secrets
Br EMILE BA1LLY.
Every Frenchman, especially a French
chef, Is appalled when he comes to this
country at' the amount bf ice water that
the Americans drink, both In summer
and winter.
We never know Ice water until ' we
come to this country, for ice in France
is not only a luxury, but It is an uiv
necessary and unheard of one. The
Frenchman and Frenchwoman think too
much of their digestion, and they appre
ciate the delicacy of taste which gives
them the real enjoyment of good cook
ing so much that they would not ruin
either by' deluging themselves with huge
gulps of ice water.
At the risk of displeasing you, I am
going to tell you Just what ice water
does to you when you drink it before
or during a meal.
Tou all know that the stomach is lined
with delicate glands which furnish the
gastric Juices. Ice water not only para
lyses there glands and hinders them
from performing their proper function,
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but if food is already in the stomach, the
oil and grease float to the top of the
water and coat the sides of the stomach
thickly, rendering digestion Impossible.
That is not a very nice thing to thlnM
of, but you can know - that every time
you drink a quantity of ice cold water
on top of a rich or hearty meal you are
absolutely Interfering with the process
of digestion. You are chilling the oil or
greasey substance in the food and ren
dering it thick and Insoluble, and If you
suffer in consequence I can only say I
think it was your own fault. i
Water should be taken at the tempera-
ture or a coia spring, but never Iced;
nature didn t Intend us to drink let
water in summer and as a matter of fact
cool water does more to decrease the hat
or the body than ice water does. The
Iced water Is merely a shock chilling 0114
for the moment, after which the body,
which always tries to maln'ain tli
equilibrium, redoubles Its effort to warm
up the chilled parts.
Iced tea seems to be another very pupu-'
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Drinks for the Summer Girl
and a Hot Weather Dish.
lar summer drink, but personally I find
It very bad for the nerves, and It is not
in vogue In France.
During summer time, personally,. .1
drink tea at about the temperature of
the room, but I don't drink too much of
that, either.
One of the best summer drinks is vichy
and milk. Milk which cannot be taken
otherwise is easily digested when mixed
with vichy, and this drink is both nutrl
tlous and cooling.
We French people believe In a little
bit of wine with our dinner, but you
find very little drunkenness in France,
because French people seldom drink to
excess., taking their wine with their food.
In summer,,, when alcohol Is always bad
for one, syrups, such as grenadine, straw
berry or raspberry, of a syrup made of
almonds, arc substituted for the wine
and taken with the dinner or between
meals. Of course, these syrups, besides
giving the water with which they are
taken 4 delicious taste, are cooling to the
blood and they are in every way harm
lesa '
An excellent French drink for summer
time, and what might be culled a family
drink, which Is made uf a little good red
wine, say half a wlnegtassful. In a
tumbler with a good dessertspoonful of
grenadine filled up with Vichy or some
good mineral water.
6trawberry syrup, raspberry and syrups
of other fruits can he made at home or
obtained already bottled for about the
same amount of money that It would cost
to make them in small quantities. They,
should always be on hand In households
where there are children and young peo
ple, and the use of these syrups with
mineral waters helps greatly to dispel
the desire for alcohol in summer. time. .
Of course, I am not a teetotaller my
self, but I should like to warn everyone
who reads these lines against the use of
mixed and sweetened alcoholic drinks in
summer. It Is the sugar that does most
Mi the damage, .
, The same danger, to a lesser extent,
lies m sweetening lemonade too much.
This, of course, has no detrimental ef
fect on the brain, but It is very bad for
the digestion and anyone who wants to
take the trouble can accustom himself
to taking lemonade first with less sugar, I
and finally with none at all, or just I
enough to counteract the ecld of tiie
lemon.
One of our best French summer drinks
is a syrup called d'Orgeat, wnlch is very
popular as flavoring for mineral waters. I
Of course, these syrups are never Hervcd j
Kith ice water, and I believe the presence
:t ice, which paralyzes the palate. Is one I
or the reasons why Americans insist on
laving food overflavored or sa::uned and
un putting more syrup, wine or liquor In
Ibeir drinks than the inhabitants of other
countries, who take Jut enough l'luvur
Inc to change the tuste of ths spring;
water.
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VGN LATETH
Fables of a
Which Shows That the Only Way to Attain Old Age is
Not to Die Young.
Once upon a time there was a man who
was the proud father of an Interesting
little boy. , ., .
Now the father was one of those con
scientious men who take a serious view
rf a parents re
sponsibility, and as
he was most anxi
ous that his son
should not do any
sidestepping from
the straight and
narrow guage way,
he went aside and
communed with
himself.
"I do not de
sire," he reflected,
"that my son
should burn up as
much time and
money as I. did ex
ploring tho wilds
of life, and while
it is true that I
had my share of
fun, I opine that I paid more than 100
cents on the dollar for It. and that It
was not worth the price.
"I apprehend, however, that while vir
tue is its own reward, the- conscious
ness of doing right Is not a sufficiently
glittering prlae to attract the youthful
fancy, so It's up to me to show my son
that if he wishes to enter the -oldest in
habitant class, and bo quoted in the
papers as the Rip Van Winkle who re
members the coldest winters and the hot
test summers, he must train on the water
wagon with plenty of food and hard
work." -
Thereupon the man took his son by the
hand, and tho started forth In search of
n shining example that would toach the
llttlo hoy that If he did everything he
didn't want to do and cut out all that he
did want to do, he might reach a dodder
ing nnd toothless old age where he would
be the champion bore.
So the father and son wended their
wuy. to the park, where they soon per
ceived two ancient mariners sitting In
the siin, and the father approached them
and thu addressed them:
"Venerable sire," he said, "T perceive
that you are headline In the antique
class, and as I .make no doubt that your
advanced state of age Is due to a correct
and well spent life, I entreat you to tear
off a bunch of' your experiences so that
my son may emulate your noble exam
ple." 'If you desire advice about how to
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The Manicure Lady
"Qeorge," said the manicure lady, as
she settled into her wicker chulr and
placed her kit of torturing tools handy,
'George, you gotta give it to them chorus
girls, haven't you?"
"I never paid any attention to them,"
lied tho head barger. "What's oh your
mind?" -
"I was Just thinking what smart girls
they ore, or elt,e what smart press agents
they have. They are all the time getting
Into the paper, while us manicure girls
don't get no publicity whatever."
"You seem to get Into the paper pretty
often," remarked the head barber.
Don t be frivolous, George," was the
sharp answer. "I am talking serious this
morning. I'll tell you what's on my mind
now that you ask me. I was reading in
one of the morning papers that a choru
girl named Monte Grayce, or Monte
Game, or some such name, one of the
fairest chorus girls that ever sat across
the table from a gent, .has a brilliant
Idea. She has a way of breaking the
waiters' strike. She says that there are
2.OC0 chorus girls in New York City alone
and all of them are out of the Job for the
summer. She suggests that them girl
act as waitresses until the rest of the
waiters and waitresses come to their
senses and go back to work.
"She's a kind of a proud little '-chicken
at tn1- George," the manicure lady
ent on. "She says that at first It will
b9 n awful blow to the pride' of ' girl
that Is used to being waited on Instead
of waiting themselves. I wonder what
kind of waiters chorus girls would make
anyhow."
"I don't know and I don't care," said
the gruff Head Barber. "All I know is
that I eet mv dinner at homi. m th.
waitress I have is the finest little wait
ress in the world. I mean the wife.
8he never walks out on me."
"I know you are Just grand at home,
George," said the Manh.-ure Lady. "I
think it Is fine for a gent to be domesti
cated, but Jiial ain't got nothing to do
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reach the age limit," replied one of the
hoory dodos, "you have come to the right
spot, for I am tha real thing, and while:
I do not wish to unduly praise myself' I
feel bound to admit that the reason that '
I am the great main shine is because X
have ever been a model of all the vir,
tues. ' V-
"I've never tasted anything stronger
than church lemonade, nor has tobacco
e'er stained my Hps. I have lived oh
health food messes that were good for1,
my digestion, nnd I have always gone tOt
bed with the chickens and risen with the
milk man, and devoted myself to heneeV
toll. Likewise, when a female ' made,
googoo eyes at me I fled down the other'
side of the street.
"As a result of this exemplary conduct,
and of always observing the rules of
health, I am still hobbling about, white'
most of my friends are tucked under the1'
daisies."
"Behold my son, the rewards of a Ufa,
of self denial and "industry," erled the;
fathes to his son, and then he turned W
the other old gabfest. and begged him ,to
add the story of his life to the Impressive
lesson they had just received. c;
."Alas!" replied the other old man',!
"after the beautiful picture of a noble,
career we have Just seen I am ashamed,
to exhibit my tin type, for I regret to
say I am one of those who have burned
the candle at both ends and In the rnidd1
when things did not seem to be lighting
up enough, and the . things I have done
to all the laws of hygiene are a plenty,.:;
"I have painted my share of the towd!
a deep vermllUon hue. and when i;j;,
mounted the temperance platform it waa
because the fizz had given out. Never
has a pcacherlno had to flag me doWn,1;
but once, and I grieve to admit, that tlwV
only manual labor that has ever appealed,
to my taste has been dealing the pastS
boards. "I have also passed up the humbi"
cereal In favor of AVelsh. rarebit- and
Iohster Newbury, and while my friends"
have prophesied that I would digamy
grave with my teeth, you will ' observe"
that I am still on the job, and not in ttV
I fear that I am not as good an exampie
as my aged friend here, but 1 "am Just
as much alive and three years older."
"Father," said the little boy, ."what
lesson do we learn from these two ex
amples?" ; ' y;
"We learn," replied the father, "that;,
the only infallible rule for attaining a
hale old age is not to die young."
Moral-This fable teaches that most
rules of conduct work both ways.
with what T was talking about. I can't
help laughing when I think of a lot of
chorus chickens hovering around the
tables and collecting tips. The only
trbuble Is, they will, give more attention .
to old men and men from Pittsburg thani
they will to us girls. ' i
"Brother Wilfred was a little sore last
night when he read about it. He said
that he was organizing a College Boys'
League of waiters, and expected to get
a lot of dough out of It before the sum
mer was over. Of course, the only coU
lege Wilfred ever went to. was . busi
ness college, but he Is a magnetic kid?'
George, and I think he would make V
success of his venture.
"He says that most any ( diner-out
would rather listen to the smooth words
of a college boy that has climbed all
them Alpine heights of knowledge than -to
a German that never .did no climbing",
except to climb a flight of stairs with a
tray." '
"I guess the whole 'thing will work.'
Itself out all right," said the Head BaN
ber. "You will find out that before many
weeks have passed the' same old waiters ,
will be on the Job, waiting for the same ?
old tips." ' v,v
' ' " ' V :.v-m-
The sandy haired little man was quite
Joker. .),'
He said to the boys in the lobby the
other night: "I've got the best storyyoi?
ever heard on the male suffraget It'i
a scream." ,
"Go ahead an' tell It, Pinkey," said one '
of the listeners. .... , jv '-
"All right" the sandy haired mart--'
responded. Then- he chuckled and looked
around. "Maybe I'd better ask first If J
there's any male suffraget in the party ?
A big man with thick . shoulders, .a:.
heavy lower Jaw, and large, knotted
hands, crowded a little closer.
"I'm one of 'em," he said. "Let'a hear
the story." . , -
But Just at that moment Pinky fancied. .
he saw a friend over near the-big doorsr
and hurried away. Cleveland piaja
Dealer.