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"What I particularly admire aboi
Isabelle Ivan is her perfect poise,
remarked Allen Linthrop to Dort Ha:
land, his special crony. "In all th
months of our acquaintance I hay
never seen any exhibition of 'nerves
And I have been with her when
mouse, a cow, a snake and a heav
thunderstorm appeared on the scene
not all at once, of course, but upo
four separate occasions. She was no
in the least rufled by one of then1
bit retained her usual calm."
Ills friend was becoming accustomet
to these eulogies of the young wonmat
mtivll lonled, and answered good
"In fact you begin to think that al
last you have found the perfeel
woman, and I suppose the next stel
is to discover if she will not changt
her linal initial from I to L."
"it would be the best step I evel
took in my life if 1 could win he:
consint to that change," declared A]
len with deelsion.
'llut suppose you should discove:
that thero really does exist somethini
of which Miss Ivan is afraid-I meal
something within the everyday list o
happenings; wouldn't you have to forn
your opinion of her all over again?
"I shall never have to alter my opIn
Ion for any such reason," Allen at
sorted in positive tones. "I have ful
faith in her freedom from all th<
usual feminine fears."
When duty forced Bert to leave him
Allen started out for the Ivan homc
and lost all sense of time in ponder
Ing over the perfectiop of the fearles
Isabelle. So deep was he in till
pleasant musing that it only gradual
ly dawned upon im11) the usual qui
at that hour had becomo a )an(l(
.ACr o TrorBrkeFomIsbel
moim inldhmn7n ai
AtCr cofneror Bre Frh omdgeljus
head of him, and beheld at a shor
* distance t wo well-matched bull ter
riers ini fierce combat. A very smatl
boy held the end of one (log's leash
and hopped up and down screaming
"'Oh, he'll kill Billy! I le'll kill Hillly!'
over tand over at the top of his lungs
illut what winged Allen Linthrop'o
feet to reach the spot was th3 sighi
of Isabelle tuggin~g away at the othe1
(log's collar, in the vain endleavor t(
separate the combatants.
"Don't be scared," shec called to th<(
child as Allen nearedl them, ''Hilly It
all right, and I'll soon make them stol
hlere Allen joined the fracas an(
qluickly hauled the (logs apart.
"Look's to me as if 1Hilly were quite
able1 to htohl up his end of the log,'
he saidl, as the nameless terrier slunk
away, with a dlecidled limp, and streaks
of blood showing on his coat. H1lly
looked in much the better shape, and
his small msaster reqluir'ed Allen's as
alstanco to prevent his followIng th<(
The youngster thanked Billy's de
liv~erer' with ardor when peace wat
at last rest ored. "Biliy never foughi
before, anmd I was afraid ho wouldn'i
h now how," was his final remark.
Allen laughed as ho replied,
guess 13111y knows it all without teach
"I think we will get Billy home at
SOON as5 possible," said Isabelle
"Fr'eddle and I were taking a walk
but we were not looking for an attack
.ing enemty." Site smiled at small Fred
die, without a trace of agitation ir
Allen's admiration of this brav(
yorng 'woman (deepened.
"I shall be your guard of honor
to see that you have no more as
.saults," he said.
Fr'eddie livedl on the outskirts o]
thte townt, only a short distance from
Isabelle; and they soon saw him safe
ly housed, still holding firmly tc
hilly's leash, while the non-flghting
terrier were an, expression of patieni
Ineekness, har'dly in keeping with hit
Wou31ld you like to drive out tc
RiOse farm tomorrownnd go ..t
kbsociated Literary Pres..)
t roses?" queried Allen later on, when
leaving Isabelle. "There is a splendid
showing of all sorts, I am told."
e "Indeed I shall-I love roses."
D When his chum dropped in to see
. him that evening, Allen proceeded to
a give him an account of the (log fight,
y ending by saying triumphantly, "So
- you see, Bert, here is another bugaboo
i disposed of-nearly all women are
t afraid of bull dogs."
"it certainly looks as if Miss Ivan
were the exception to the general rule
I of womankind," acknowledged Bert.
I "But how are you to play the role
of protecting strength, if there is
nothing from which to protect her?"
"I know she was glad of my help
this afternoon," answered Allen. "But
she did not have to go Into hysterics
to show it, and that is an unusual
The following afternoon Allen
stopped his handsome pair of bays at
Isabelle's gate, and the couple were
soon speeding on their way to the
great Rose farm. The horses were
fresh, and before the ten miles to
their destination were covered Allen
had another proof of his companion's
The railway cut through a deep
gully at one point of their route, and
- as they neared the track a shrill
- "Toot! Toot!" sounded from an ap
I proaching train. The whistle startled
the young horses, and together they
bolted down the hill. Allen tried his
, best to check them, but failed; and
they flew across the track at such
- close range that the engine almost
3 grazed the rear wheels.
3 Gradually Allen regained control of
his team, and at the first possible In
t stant he turned to Isabelle. Her lips
were flinly set, but she haC not made
a sound, nor was there any look of
terror on her face. She met his gaze
"You should be proud to own a pair
of horses that can outrun a railroad
train," she observed quietly.
Allen answered, "I am far prouder
to be honored with the friendship of
such a brave woman." le spoke so
feelingly that Isabelle hastened to
change the subject.
"Oh see! The roses are coming in
sight on that next slope," she informed
Allen with delight; and the mass of
color was well worth their entire at
On reaching the farm the young
people alighted and wandered through
the beautiful place. Field after field,
full of the most perfect roses, met
their admiring eyes, and the assistant
who went with them plucked for Isa
belle a rose from each bush she
thought particularly lovely, until his
arms were filled.
As they turnedl back Isabelle said,
"I sholid live to 1keep onl gather'ing
r'oses forever- -thuIs is my ideal of
Par't of the roses were tucked uin
der' the seat of the light buggy, andl
thle r'est Isabelle insisted on carrying
herself. ''They ar'e so beautiful I sim
ply must look at them,'' she saidi as
he obliging assistant handed her the
Th'1ey started homewardl with every
indication of harmony. The bays evi
dently felt that they were now on
their good behavior, and wvent with a
smiooth, een pace.
They had just passed over the rail
I road1 tr'ack and wtere ascending the
lill down which the team had bolted
wh'len a cry of ter'ror broke from Isa
b~elle, and the bunch of roses she
had been holding so tenderly, wvere
scattered broadlcast on the roadside,
"What has happened?" asked Allen
m eal alarm," and utterly at a loss
to account for the look of horror on
lsab~elle's pale face.
"A big black spider!" she exclaimed.
"It was coming right at me over the
Allen proved himself a real man;
for ho did not laugh, but said sooth
"A spider would not hurt you, child,
and ho is surely gone now wvith the
Almost as swiftly as it had come,
the fear v'anished from Isabelle's eyes,
andl she wvailed. "I have always been
afr'ald of spiders, and now you wvill
think i am a coward!" She buried
her face in her hands.
The horses were walkIng slowly up
the steel) ascent, and Allen dropped
the reins to take Isabelle's hands.
Gently he dIrew them away, and (his
closed a very woe-begone countenance.
"I am truly glad to find that you
have one little weakness, dlearest, for
I have been fearing you would never
listen to such an ordinary person as
myself. But that spider has given me
,courage to tell you I love you with
all my heart, Isabelle, and to beg you
will give me the right to protect you
from the one thing you dlo dread,"
'rhe look of love In his eyes won
the victory, for Isabelle answered
softly, "If you had laughed, Allen, it
would have hurt me more than you
can guess. flut you were so good. I
knew you would make an iden.l pro
"A horse is a man's truest friend,"
said the lover' of animals.
"lHe's more like a relation than a
friend," replied Farmer COrntOssel.
"lie makes ane think of ply boy Josh;
allums ready to eat, an' liable to kick
if you put him to work."
A /-AYR~NO4W .4 ajjs/y
Paris have got to be comfort
G lRLS preparing for opera n
able. "That Is why we live In
an attic." They laughed glee
fully aS they told it, two
bouncing American girls from Kansas
and Alabama, high-hearted, ambitiousi,
bubbling with the joy of life, yet
keyed down to the specialist's clear
seeing Intent by two or three years'
study in the French capital. They
have learned the need of money inl
lyric Paris. Their experience is valu
able to dreamting home girls.
"1t has cost me all of $1,400 a year
to cultivate my voice in Parts; and I
live cheaply in an attic apartment
with a charwoman at 7 cents per hour
to do the heavy work," affirmed the
Kansas young woman, while the Ala
bamna girl has spent nearly $1,600 a
year-"Including very few new
gowns!" Both have tried every way
of living in Parts-to arrive at the
mansard apartment and the charwom
"All of which brings us to $7,000
for four years' voice preparation nd
the "comfort" that t t characterze
them. Of course there are profession
als and semi-professionals who run to
Paris and do a great deal of work In
six months. We are not dealing with
thein. Even the failures for lack of
time ind money go back to America
and earn better pay siinig in church
lie andheachying an atic aptmentho
thi arihroanng.7 entsaver oin
to (10 wth thev ewthr. lre h
"na yearungve ~orn $1,200, msedAa
tna girlthasner."Iwa neaing $1,00y
yewo-siningsn very fwe fromw
gownesheot avtred munev wa
ofw living in ast aensive batding
fonth That years voe plain reglar
y.The resfotI took must reguarcteris
the mOfe could thermet areression
each; and seminhofetionlss'orn tor
Paris andth a grehat deach twoi
mise-onts.en (areinot dealng ith$
aiece and moneg bacwk Aica
Gan learningtra Sihmngn ind chu
ther is twulndg.W have rotightm
to do,500 pen yerthou cb-ars
toesothener,' asdry, cohnly
tsinginexlesoos, ber shoes, qionine,
(here sh ad o cutous nme) fth
lessons.rhl'-or esn na ls
oftreotm- giole bohrs. i
pIwslvgi ension boardinghos; oomc
houe fot7 ralncs too~ much--ised
mth. Tnaoyhng to be adad reuar
ly. always refs e. too the evei-ngs
they mone oulto si-m. Thereevereo
btoungn laesonfser weekin." $
each; to r arie tootion y on- l
gve itpeph at oth Am1eich; girls
thmisadv-ce atis ofIsgeaonsion,$
alymre; ansonTey aree wmmensea
m-man luxurinschn and hoeyhpr
bent geat wodvae brh are
ocla, tmatm, a-unish, clothg
books, postat, ats, aftesoota, mu
sica tet-hoondance sesrtaninet,
$herch week!es rpenesfr h
genia, to hadgreeable.u Isoe of her
ryngTo my rosie to bother y ouldn
pension theoadin, hatting too muh
tievotn Tlkng too mchndecond
clas sitche. Theoe ssace sal for
t tabs andin pio. Takddhavhetz
ton' always refusevIn the evnicns
thas you mtoa dsingae. YoObe-0
ut ou hthe toanfser agnaks"h
mer;abut theeei are owaays con
gan eopl notv the Aeicanssivelhea
clbs he IPrs."b fPa-shv
thedisdvatas of aiv atg. on
"Wnth more scheyoatre imesela
clean, smclartu, at-furtsishd wioth5
stam het. bat2 afeno ln teasi
rough laundry and the rent of the
piano. We have good steaks and
chops and an American variety of
fresh vegetables, warmth, light, leis
ure, freedom, silence-and pocket
"The distances are great in Paris;
but we take cabs only when we are
late for a $5 singing lesson, or when
it is stormy. One must not catch
ecld-that is another ruin! Our fine
laundry costs us each 75 cents per
week-much cheaper than in America.
Our economies go to opera and thea
ters, cabs, music and books.
"And clothes? One must have a
smart evening gown and a fancy tailor
for afternoons, when invited out. That
is all. For the rest, most American
girl students come to Paris to wear
out their old clothes. I have been in
Paris three years and still have some
of the things I brought with me. I
wear them still. Students are not ex
pected to dress."
The daily routine of the songstress
is full of pleasant activity. Care of
her physique is of capital importance.
Her chief cares are not to catch cold
or grow fat.
On rising, the future Patti takes a
tub-unknown object in the Latin
Quarter, though there is said to be
one in the Boulevard Montparnasse,
but as the girl lives very retired, few
have seen it. lBreakfast must be only
a cupm of coffee and a roll. Then you
readl the society columns of the Paris
Herald, Mail and American Register
important to a gir-l w~hose life on the
edlge of high society becomes almost
a business proposition. Ini the after
noon more singing.
The first concert is a great scheme;
therec are men Studlents who repeat it
annually. I confess, the girls employ
The only expense is printing and
mailing the complimentar-y tickets.
You send them broadcast to the rich
andl famous Americans, English,
Frmench, South Americans, Russians,
Germans, Italians and1 Spanish of
Paris-wit h the wor-d "Complimnen
tary" rubber-stamped in big letters.
Such rich folks are unwilling to ac
cept a "comipllmentar-y" from anm un
known singer; but they think you
must have met thenm somewhere, and
hate, also, to throw back the offered
seats in your face. Ther-efore they
mail you a postal order for the pr1ice
of each, $2-$4 in all-and never at
tend your concert.
Once a year the precious voice must
be heard by the real critics. For the
meritorious, this long-dreaded, long
wished-for audition d'eleves is a con
secration. The voice is heardl by the
critical Par-is p~ublic. It is judged not
only by critics, but by gathered im
presarios. After such a hearing the
gli-l may be offered an immediate en
gagement in such a swell oper-a house
as tho Monnale of Brussels, as I have
known to happen to American girls
nine times in the past ten years.
One reason why our girlis pay $5
apiece for half-hour lesons from the
famous but negligent old trainers who
receive social callers in thai class
hour is that they make up for all neg
lect at their auditions, great funclions,
in which they have the power of draw
inmg the elite of thme profession. Less
famous trainers-better, perhaps, for
the voice-cannot get that crowd to
Each student sings two pieces, and
into their rendering is p)ut the train
ing of long weeks. The hall is packed.
The hour has come. One by one the
girls pass to the ordeal. And it is
finished. They have been hear-d. They
have sung in Paris. Their perform
ances wvill be noted at length in the
daily as well as the professional pa
pars. The lmpresarios of all the
world will knew of them by magic.
It is to this sort of thing Paris owes
its vogue as a voice center. Fewer
new operas are brought out in Paris
than in many a German city. Paris
engagements are notoriously ill paid
'rho Paris public does not love music.
Sonme of the great trainers are Ger.
mnane, seine Italiamns, some Spanish
Yet they must teach in Pam-Is. Paris
is the center for the cultivation of the
voice- and it suffiesn.
A-V tBUR P. MSB1T
5ome go to -iillcrest-by-the-Pool,
Some go to Glenview-by-the-Lake
[n search of somewhere that is cool
And there they stow and fret and bake.
[ have a quiet summer place
That's not like Sandhill-by-the-Sea
Across the lawn my path I trace
And stop at Ilammock-by-the-Tree.
At this resort one Is surprised
To find that all the prospects please,
[Iome comforts. just as advertised,
And constantly a cooling breeze;
rhere one may look upi at the sky
That Is as blue as any sea
And count the cloudships sailing by
It's fine at liammock-by-the-Tree.
!4o pert-mouthed children flounce about,
No gossips sit in rocking chairs,
No bellboys clatter in and out,
No gay grass widowvs put on airs,
rhere is no rush to be the first
To reach the tables during meals,
go orchestra may do its worst
With shrieking flutes and fiddle-squeals.
And there nobody rocks the boat.
3ut one may sall the Sea o' Dreams
And all contentedly may float
Adown the babbling fancy streams;
Trhere is no land in all the earth C
That in this spot one may not roam; t
lie may have all the day Is worth
And safely make the port of home.
My baggage is a pipe and book
And there I travel every day;
I find the quiet little nook
Wih-re laughing breezes come to play.
It Is the corner of content,
A place that has a charm for me
There my vacation will be spent;
I'll stop at Ilammock-by-the-Tree.
At the Bookstand.
"Is that next inonth's Rustler mag
azine?" asks the patron, indicating the
periodical in question.
"Yes, sir, but it is a back number
now," says the dealer.
"A back number? Why it is onlyc
the first of this month, and that luag
azine is dated for next month."
"I know, but nowadays the maga
zines for twvo months from now come
out the week before tihe current
month, andl a magazine that is only a
month ahead of time is really six
She Wanted it Al!.
"I wish I could figure It out," brood.
ed the man.
We bent over his table and saw that
he was drawing a sketch of a wagon
of peculiar build.
"What is it?" we asked.
"I am trying to invent a vehicle
that may be used as a coal wagon,
moving van, and ice wvagon."
Realizing that we were in the pres
ence of a Napoleon of finanee, we hur
ried away, clutching our pocket.
We meet our friend who has beeni I
spending two weeks at the resort~
famed for its scenery and Outdoor at.
"Have a good time?" we ask.
"Great," he replies.
"They say Upp-There-by-the-Lake is ~
a pleasant place for a vacation."
"It certainly is. WVhy, the night
olerk at that hotel is the best partner
at bridge I ever found."
"The girls in the cooking school- y
have organized a baseball team and a
they insist that the games must be j;
played on the football grounds."
"That's odd. Why do they want to fa
"They claim that the batter can't d
get out unless he is started 0on the C
"I wonder, "mused tihe gentle girl,d
'why the face of natture is always saidi
to wear a smile?".0
"Because it does," explained tile un.
ientimenitai man. "Don't mint and
rye spread all over the face of na
"And this, I presumel, will b~e a Ir
charge?' " asks the visitor to the stu- ft
"WellI, sir," answvers the imp)cuClni- a
,us artist, "I'd like to favor you,. but
in my present state of finance I am
30mpelled to insist upon cash."
3y Lydia E. Plnkham's
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Love, which is the essence of God,
s not for levity, but for the total
vorth of a man.--Emerson.
Eat for the Fun of It.
According to Mr. Herbert WV. Fisher
n World's Work food is of no use to
is unless we enjoy it. Mr. Fisher does
tot, however, recommend us to be
lut cons. lie says the less we eat the
nore pleasure we might get. The prin
Iple is that if we eat little we shall
aste much. And the taste of food,
tot the amount, is, after all, the lure
Too Da ngerous.
In the strugglin days of Tuskegee,
looker T. Wash in ton found that he
vould have to ujse an old chicken
touse for a schooh m.
"Uncle," said he \o an old colored
nan, "I want you t~ come down at~
tine o'clock tomnorro~ moW~ and
elp) me clean out a henhouse."
"Law now, Mr'. Wvashington," the
ld man expostulat ed, "you-all don't
mat to begini cleanin' out no heni
ouso roun' yore In do day time."
Polly-So rs. Highmere's husband
ins developed bad habits. How did
rou hear about it?
Dolly-Oh, Mrs. Highmere invited
is all to an afternoon tea Be she could
ell us how she suffered in silence!
A SPOON SHAKER.
Straight From Coffeadom.
Coffee can marshall a good squadron
*t enemies and some very hard ones to
vercome. A lady in Florida writes:
"I have always been very fond of
:ood coffee, andl for yoars drank it at
east three times a day. At last, how
ver, I found that it was injuring me.
"I became bilious, subject to fre
uent and violent headaches, and so
ery nervous, that I could not lift a
peon to my mouth without spilling a
art of its contents.
"My heart got 'rickety' and beat so
ist and so hard that I could scarcely
reathe, while my skin got thick and
ingy, with yelloW blotches on my face,
riused ,by the condition of my liver
"I made up my mind that all these
mlictions came from the coffee, and I
etermined to experiment and see.
"So I quit coffee and got a package
f Postum which furnished my hot
torning beverago. After a little time
was rewarded by a complete restora
on of my health in every respect.
"I do not suffer from biliousness any
tore, my headaches have disappeared,
ty nerves are as steady as could be
esired, my heart beats regularly and
ty complexion has cleared up beauti
thly-the blotches have boon wiped out
rid it Is such a pleasure to be well
lain." Name given by Postum Co.,
attle Creek, Mich.
Read the little book, "The Road to'
rollville," in pkgs. "There's a reason."
Inver read the ab~ove letter? A new
1e appearN from timq to time, They
eO genuine, true, and full of human