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Gives you tho choice of Two Routep. oce
via COLORADO and tho SCENIC
LINE, and the other via our TEXAS
LINE and the SOUTHERN PACIFIC.
Our Texas line is much quicker thac
cny other line through to
SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
for
Persomlly conducted excursions
The Pftilllli)-
Roolc Ialcncl ISxour'
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Are the most popular, and carry the
argest business of any other California
Route. This signifies that you get the
best attention and receive the best ser
vice. The lowest rate tickets to California
are available on these excursions.
Don't start on a trip to California un
til you get our Tourist Folder, contain
ing map showing routes and all informa
tion. For rates and reservations appl
to and agent of the C. R. I. & P. Ry., o
address
JOHN SEBASTIAN,
General Passenger Agent,
4-1 Chicago ,111.
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TRIUMPH OFTHESEN'TIMENTAL.
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Mrs.'Maynurd camo from the funeral
and went directly up to tho room where
her son bad died. She stood a moment
in tho door and looked stolidly around
the room; she leaned a littlo heavily
against tho door casing and put her
large whito hand to her throat A
diamond on her linger gleamed and the coherent word or two brushed past him
laco across her shoulder moved in tho rather ungraciously into tho house. It
Of course I would like to go now
smiled up into bis face "but I'll
go in debt."
Suddenly she reached into
pocket.
"I forgot," iho biid, "firm was a
letter."
Shu tried not to seem inquUimu as
he locked at the letter, and with an in-
air from the open window.
There wero traces of tear? on her
cheeks and heavy circles under her
eyes, but in spite of them her face was
the faco of one who would Lo as selfish
in grief as in, to her, not less important
things of life.
When she had stood a moment, she
walked restlessly to tho table wnere he
had studied. The evening before he had
been ta'ien sick suddenly. His papers
might mean many things fur her father
to pet a letter in a woman's hand
writing.
Ho held tho letter a long timo before
he opened it. Ho could hear Stella
moving about in the house and tho
soft clink of carefully handled plates.
He looaked out at the 6ky and tho dis
tant Rockies. Then with an effort bo
tore away tho end of the envelope.
When he had folded the letter away
and books lay sproad out as ho bad left in his pocket and let hia hands fall
them. An open knife lay at one sido listlessly between his knees, Stella
with a newly sharpened pencil; the last allied him in to supper. He went quietly
number of the college paper half covered and ate as usual, bearing as loog as
a copy of Beowulf, open ard marked possible tho scenting of her keen eje3.
with a memorandum of tho next lesson: He kept up a forcod conversation about
twenty lines of "Passing or Seyld." the new irrigation ditch that was to bo
Sho saw in a dim now way tho tragedy dug, but when ho rcsa from tho table
of her son's death, and following came he took down his hat and changed tho
a brief sonso that his life had not been subject abruptly, answering her
les tragic than his death,
had lived so alone with his books
his violin, whilo sho, his mo' her,
ived alone with her diamonds and
Ho thought.
and "I can't tell you what was in the
had letter just yet" he said and walked awav
her down to the corral.
opera. Whilo her husband, Lee's step- Stella washed her dishes and sat by
father, had lived alono with his stocks the table reading till ten o'clock, Lut
anddhidends; jet in all their complesi- her father delayed coming in. Then sho
ty of feeling sho felt most keenly the left the lamp burning, and when she
ba filed s?nso of having lest in Lee's
death something that she had never
had.
They hadnover understooJ each other.
Perhaps if she had kept Stel'a and let
Lee go with his father she might have
been different and happier. A girl
wouId havo loved her and understood
her, it might have been. A sudden
tierce resolve came into her heart. She
knew where Stel'a was now; she would
go to her and bring her back. It was
not fair that Stella should bo alive with
her father and that Leeshould be dead.
The children belong to the mother.
She started to leave the room and
then stopped. No, sho wou'd write to
h:m and ask for Stelia to como and see
her for a littlo while, for a year, because
Lee was dead. She would come and she
could choose herself whether she would
go back.
She sat down at Lee's table and took
fioai the drawer a box of plain and un
scented note paper. Lee's tastes were
not like hers, but this would do.
St 11a urged her pony up the incline
towards the house and camo trott:ng
along briskly by the door. She cast her
eyes swiftly around over the stretching
ctus prairie to take in the red sunset
and the far-away line where tho Rockies
made a dim irregularity on the horizon.
Then sho turned to the door ' hero her
father stood, and sprang from tho
saddle. He was looking at his old
fashioned watch and smilirg.
"Is the hour up?" she laughed. "But
it doesn't mattter anyway. I've got the
school. I can afford to lose a bet."
She dismounted and held the horse a
minute while sheexplained that she was
to teach a seven months schcol and
was to get thirty-fivo dollars a month.
"Wbich'll bp," and she made a pre
tense of counting on her fingers, "two
hundred and fifty-five dollar?. That
ought to be enough to send me
through the high school."
Then sho led her pony down to the
corral. When she came back her father
spoke hesitatingly. "I wish I was well
enough off to send you to school with
out this year of teaching. I could, by
getting a mortgage and if you say eo"
She interrupted him.
"I told you before I wouldn't. I can
wait a ear 1 guess. "I'm not so old.
had turned down the covers of her
father's bed in the front room, turned
into her own room and went to bed.
From where she lay she could see the
lamplight from the kitchen fall acrois
the rag carpet of the front room. The
cat came and stood in tin light, moving
li9r tail rest'essly.
"I ought to let the cat out," Stella
thought drowsily and then fell asleep.
"In tho night she was wakened by the
cat creeping 6oftly across her knees. She
saw that the lamp had been put out and
rose carefully that she murht not dis
turb her father.
"Como kitty" she whispered softly,
and the cat purred in her arms.
At tho doer of her father's room she
hesitated. In the dim l'ght from the
stars she could see that her father's bed
was a9 she had left it But at the
window he sat looking out through the
screen with his chin leaning on his
hand. Sho stroked the cat a mon.ent
and then went resolutely across tho
room.
"Father," she said, ard stopped to lay
her arm in its white gown softly across
his shoulder. He turned a little to press
his bearded cheek against her breast
and then, as if she had been a little girl,
drew ner down oa his knc. It seemed
tho most natural thing in the world that
she should come to him. She sat quite
still. The cat curled comfortably upon
her lap and the soft summr wind camo
purling through the screen.
When her father began to talk be
spoke quiptly.
"I have Iatyou always think that your
mother was dead, Stella. You are old
enough now to be told that she is not.
When she left me and got her divorce, I
came here with you. She could not
very well refuse when I asked for you.
She kept your brother; he wasn't a year
old theu; and a week ago tonight he
died. Now she wan's jou. She sjys
you shall have all jou want as long as!
you will 6tay."
He had given only the bare story, but
Bonehow Stella felt what was under
neath. "Am I like her?" she asked.
"No."
Stella guessed the "Thank God' that
followed in his mind.
"Was Bhe wicked?"
"No, no, cot that!"
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Actual time traveling.
31 hours to Salt Lake.
Gl hours to San Francisco.
GS hours to Portland.
77 hours to Los Angeles.
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You will find Hartshorn's former
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