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It waa about elevi n at nijrht and the
two young men sat on the porch. They
had just gut back from a picnic and
were awaiting tbe third young tran who
had a "eolid girl' and cnnsrqu nt y wis
delayed a litt'lo lunger than bia com
panions. Suddenly they saw a br'ght light not
far down the street, A Hatne daitel up
above the "'ne'.topp'ng tbom with rod
and lighting up the surrounding
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"That'B a fif e!" cxclainiuJ one of ths
young men and iu'ttnt'y tbe two were
off the porch, act 03 the laan atd
running rapidly toward the Hume.
"What's up?" came a voice as tho two
nearly ups.'t a datk figure at the corcer-
"Hello, Chat ley; been waiting for you
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on.' And the joung meh ran down the
pavement, one aftsr the ether, the tal1,
elender one leading.
"Watch cut for the mud! Cut to the
right!" Apd they made a sharp swing
to tbe fide walk h-re the pavement
ended. They cut across a lawn, became
entangled in a. little back garden,
vaulted a fence, and found t.emselves
in the preset. ca cf four joung ladies who
stood our on tbe back porch in their
uight clothes.
"Ob, don't look at,us. don't look at ua.
Just see Low we're dressed," with which
rather mixed up remark the four
vanished into the kitchen ar.d the ycung
men turned to tbe burning barn.
The tire companies had not yet ar
rived but a dittact clanging foretcld
their coming.
"Oh-oh. Lord, oh-o-ob!" a women's
voice rang out on the night air, and a
figure with' streaming hair and a flyinj
shawl ibout her shoulders, came run
ning down tbe alley.
-Well, what's th2 metier with you?"
staked Charley.
"Oh-oh Lord ob, my poor cow!'
"Yourcwr? Whore? In there?"
No up there!" and she pointid to a
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barn at the end of the alley, out of all
danger.
"Oh, for God's Rake, woman, shut up
that gab and go back to bed!" And
rgain the thiee young men tinned to
the barn. It was old and dry with the
summer's heat, and burned like kindling
wcoo Immense volumes of smoke
poured into the air while the flames
his-ed and crackled like fire in a
pinery.
The three young men entered the
iarn to save the contents. The tire
hissing and sizzling sound, a rush as d
mighty waters, and a two inch stream
from the" Wre hos9 entered the dcor,
ploughed up the earth at their feet and
tumbled tbe three you eg men over the
bedding into the corner.
Out on the back porch of the house
four oung ladiee were watching the
fire die out. They had hastily pulled
uiickinloshes and cloaks about them
and row gazed at the 6cene with
'aughirgejes.
The three joung nieu crept out of the
department was just entering the allcyl barn, wet .and. dirty and bruis:d, fol
lowed the shadow of the fence without
looking toward the porch, scrambled
into the alley, and fell to running
rapidly toward their home.
At the end of tho block a woman in
whit9 with pale face and streaming hair
was letd.ng a cow in safety back up the
alley.
but in'the excitement and the none of
the the they did not know this. They
cut loose an old grey horse and drove it
out. There was nobuggy nothing but
an old trunk, a tool chest and some
unused bedding. Two of the young men
seized the tool chest wbi'e the third.
1h9 tall, slim one with glasses, stooped
to fill his arms with bedding. Just at
tha memsnt there was a sudden loud
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A few weeks ago a prominent attorney
whose reputation has become much
more th-n a locxlcne, was on his way
down town. 3 his particular morning
be preferred to walk, partly for the ex
ereise, partly for the enjoyment of his
early rnornirg cigar and partly for the
oppott unity for thought. He wes deeply
absorbid in the problems of a certain
well known caee of magnitude when just
as h9 was about to turn into the upper
end of O street, he was halted by a shout
a b!o:k behind bim.
'Chailey! Charley! wait a minute!'
It was a tremendous voice tbe kind
that is felt as far as. it goes, the kind '
that will carry right through the roar
of a fire engine on the pavement and ba
heard on the other side. It brought
clerks to the doors on both sides of tbe
street. Windows were opened along the
second story and head appeared in all
direction?. All teams, pedestrians and
business stopped for a block.
The attorney paused and waited.
Several acquaintances lingered to see
what the important matter could be un
til quite a little knot wa3 gathered round
him. The man with the shout proved
to be Beggs a small truck gardener who
was working a little plan up tbe Ante
lope. He was not generally known but
happened to be acquainted with the at
torney. He ran at a lively pace until
he approached the waitinggroup. When
he showed up, puffing and blowing with
the race..-He came tip to the att'irney,
clapped his band in a familiar way upon
his shoulder.
"Say Charley, do you want to buy
some nic3 string baans?"
bursts of laughter. The merry life there
brightened up the old street wonder
fully. But the Bounds have been dying
out. Quiet has come where tbcro was
mirth, and silence instead of song. It
is as still as any home now and the
young couple walk around or sit on the
porch in a sober serious way.
I went to a funeral the other day and
they were there. It was the burial of
au old man, one who wa? no relative or
of any especial interest to them. It was
a lonely funeral, with hardly a relative
or friend of the old man prsnt. As
the small audience followed the body
ut of the church I lingered until tho
laBt, and noticed the young couple still
sitting in silence in their s?at. They
saw no one but sat like statues looking
into the shadows of tho church corners.
I said to th9 friend by my side:
"They are going to remain here alone."
'Yes, they are very sad."
"Are they in any deep trouble?"
"Don't you know? The doctor says
she can hardly live the year out."
I glanced back from the doorway at
the two silent figures who, white as
marbl, sat looking off into the dreadful
gloom and darkceaa that was settling
not. simply over the church but over
their lives; and the picture cornea back
to me over and over again
-H. G. SHEDD.
A year ago I often passed a cottage
that seemed to be a'pleasant home. Tha
newly married couple who lived in it
had troops of loving friends going in and
out. It seemed t be always bright and
cherry aruund tha p'ace. The piano had
little reat. There waa song and often
Julien Gordon (Mrs. Van Ransselaer
Cruger) has used for her last novel a
study of New fork, Newport and Bos
ton life, which promis s to be read with
wide interest by all who are interested
in American fashionable life. No one
knows tha society of these three centers
of fashion better than Mrs. Cruger.
From her girihood up she has had every
opportunity to observe, and we have had
no American woman of more brilliant
power?, not only of reading the human
heart, but of putting her impressions in
delightful fashion.
A charmingly fresh Massachusetts
girl is saciificed in her youth to the
ambition of a "rich marriage." De
prived of love, 'she throws herself into
tbe race for social leadership, and we
follow for twenty years, with ever-increasing
interest, the career of this able
and beautiful woman as she captures
outpost pfter outpost, failing in Boston
only to change her base of operations to
England, and then attacking the main
wotksof the enemy at New York, and so
on to Newport, and finally beholds the
capitulation of Bo3ton itself. Tbe first
chapters open in the September Cosmo
xlilan.
Remember the Whttebreast Coal and
Lime Company is still furnishing its cut
omen with best grades Pennsylvania hard
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