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JOHN'S FIRST WIFE.
ZOE ANDERSON NORR.IS
T-ho air -vns crisp outside, but tlic
roomy kitchen was warm nnd sunny.
Mingled with the grateful heat was
the odor of sprinkled lluou, steaming
under the Iron. Linen hung on clothes
horses and on the backs of chairs, and
Ktlll the wicker bnsket underneath tho
Ironing lionrd groaned with sheets, pil
lowslips, tablecloths nud napkins neat
ly piled In soft damp rolls. ,
Ann Qniglej stood at tho board Iron
ing. As sho Ironed slio chatted with
her neighbor, Susan Stephens, who had
come In with her knitting from across ,
the way. !
"You don't mind my golug right 1
nlonir with inv work, do vou?" sho nsk- I
cd. Susan sbooit her head, her lips
bolnir oorunled with cnuntlmr liinrtlcn-
late stltfchcs. "Today' Tuesday, yon
know, and tho Ironing's got to be tin-
Ishcd. It goes against grain to leave
It over till Wednesday, for Wednes
days I lmke. Besides, I can work nnd
talk at tho Fame time."
She straightened out n sheet, tested
nn Iron with the tip of a wet finger nnd
passed it across, back nnd forth, this
way and that, sldowlse.
"You arc n good housekeeper, Ann,"
snid Susan admiringly. "You are glv
cu up to bo the best -housekeeper In
this town. John Qulgley got a prize
when he got you. Everybody says so. '
Ann stopped snort, resting her hot
Iron on the sheet so long that when-
''HE'LL NEVER FORGET
she suddenly remembered and took it
off'thero was the print of It ia a line
"See what you made me do!" ntie
cried, and. snatching up the sheet, she
tool; a shining pail from a shelf, Idled
It at tho sink and soused the linen into
tho water. "Maybe it will come out,"
she muttered, 'but I don't know. I'm
"I am awfully sorry:" apologized Ku
"Never mind. I'll leave It to soak. I
guess it will .emtio out." She folded an
other sheet across the board. "It was
ur fault,',' the said.., "You surprised
me eo. And they talk ljko thai, do theyV
I'm a good housekeeper, and John sot
a prize when he got-we. eh?"
"That's what-iuey suyruissciteU Su
san, y " . .
Aundronydiawhllo In silence.;.)
"And 'jiey sny you're a" -ph?ndlrt
cook, 6o," added Susan, nujoions lo
ntcd.c'for tho scorched sheet.
,-Arin smiled, well pleased. Then Bho
' "It don't make much difference bow
good ii housekeeper you are, Susan,"
oho said reflectively, "or how good a
cook. Things like that donl make a
annn care anything jnoro for you. lie
kinder expects It of you. All tho cook
ing In tho world won't keep n man
from thinking ubout somebody else If
he's a mind to. It won't make him for
got" "What do you mean?" asked Susan.
"You don't mean John?"
"Yes, John. Do you remember his
"Umph. lnunl But she wasn't a
patching to you when it comes to
"Mnybo not," mused Ann wistfully,
"but thero must havo been something
mighty lovable, about her. She's been
dead five years now this coming June,
and John hasn't forgotten her yet. And
what's more, I dou't believe ho ever
will forget nfv."
, Sho foJciea' tho sheet into squares,
pressed ;t lov.ingly between her palms
it was so wiC!u and whlto nnd smooth,
and Ann's soul rejoiced iu eleanllneh j
find wiiHonesu nnd iimouthuess and
laid it on a chair. Thonfltnklhgff, towel
by Zoo A. Norris.
from the basket, sho shook out tha
Irlngo and spread It on tho board.
"She was a pretty woman," she con
tinued, briskly ironing tho bright red
bonier, "and beauty goes a long way
with a man. Nobody would ever accuse
me of being pretty," she added, with a
constrained laugh, and Susan, looking
up, was forced mentally to confess the
truth of her remark. Her purple calico,
starched and bristling with cleanliness,
set off a fairly good llgure, but aside
from that littlo could be said In her fa
vor. "You've got pretty hair, Ann;" she
Ann sighed again. "Yes. I've got.
J pretty hair." she acknowledged. but
hair don't count much when your face
I lor face was plain. Theto was no
gainsaying It. Its plainness was ne
ectituated by the halo of 'reddish brown
"Beauty ain't but skin deep," cald
"Yea. but ugliness la to tho bono,"
There followed n period of energetic
silence freighted with thought.
".John's first wife was pretty," re
peated Ann by and by. "mighty pret
ty. She was young and fresh and
bloom.-, like a flower. She was one of
tlvm southern women what don't
know any more about housekeeping
than a. fly, but they know how to mako
HER, AND I CAN'T MAKE HIM."
tho men care Tor them, and that's half
the battle. It's more than half. The.v
say tho way to a man's heart -is
through his stomach, but It ain't. It's
through hlu eyes.
''You know I lived nest door to
them. I could see Into her kitchen.
And of all the kitchens It was a sight!
Sho hadn't any system about her work.
Sho would put things away and spend
half her tlute' looking for them. And
eook! Sho couldn't nny more cook
than she could lly to tho moon. She
would liave her potatoes mashed nud
ready for tho table, n-coollng eff, and
her chicken -duly half done. 1 dou't
believe sho ever got everything done
at once In her life. She couldn't cool;.
and sho couldn't learn .to cook. It
wasn't In her."
Sho shrugged her shoulders, with n
"It's the greatest wonder," sho went
on, "that John' didn't get chronic dys
pepsia eating tho things sho set before
ldm. But he didn't Ho seemed to
t'ylvo. Whatever slvo cooked was good
"nough for him. Ho'Votlld come home
early nud help her, "stowing over the
stovo, doing all kinds of woman's work,
trying, lp make things easy for "her. I've
seen lnni run along tho walk and up
tho ! steps three steps at a time Ikj
was bo glad to got homo, then work
like n nigger when he got there."
131... 1 At... . ,
wiiu mut; ihu iowcj on ine oaciv 01 n
chair nnd shook Qut tho fringe of an
other. ' . y . a. ,
"IIo has never donq a lie.1:; of wprk;
since we have been nrarrled " she said,
her mouth twitching.-T"ii0irn's"never
had to help me In tho kitchen or In the
garden or oven In tho flower beds In thei
front yard, but he never comes hurry
lug homo, ho never runs up the stops
threo steps. at a time, and ho never,
smiles when he meets nio at tho door."'
"Maybe ho Is worried about busi
ness," suggested Suwin, measuring thpi
thumb of the glovo -she was knitting
by her own. "Men have lots of things'
to worry them that they don't tell their
"No, It ain't that; it's remembering,
her. IIo can't forget her, nnd I can't
mako him forget Wr., .
"Sometimes I -Vislr IVdidu't live in.
8 fir.i lionne -v tltry lived to-
titer. , That innkut, worse. There s
Hhv llttld Xi-onl , porch where theyjisn-d
,lo sit ot evenings. When lie ninlM'isit
ihero la Alio muniner time nud I see his
ei'i'n ww off yonder, 1 know he's
"Sho Ironed slowly, (.taring through
llio window, Iter own ryes moist. "I
l.Jiow," sho reiterated softly, "(lint he
to (hlnklng how ho used lo sit there
Willi her. anil he Is wishing It was him
r.iul lfrr again Instead of him nnd me."
She took to Ironing faster.
"I'll never forget the day she died."
she continued. "She died three "days
after the baby was horn. She never
liked nio somehow, but I didn't let that
In'lerfero with doing my neighborly
i.vily bj her. 1 went over and helped
take care" of her.
' "The baby was born dead? but she
grieved after It the name as If It had
been a living child. She would lie there
slarlng up at tho celling and grieving
until it was pitiful to i-ee her. I be
lieve H was that that killed her. Sho
did n't want to live and It dead. One
day she made nio bring out Its little
clothes nnd lay them on the bed all
around her. She lingered the sleeves,
the tears rolling down her cheeks,
ihero'll never bo any little nnns in
tnein.' sho said and turned 1t face to
"I put tho things back In the drawer
U'here she couldn't see them any more.
"That hist day sho was burning up
with fever. Her little feet were hot as
lire. So were her hands. She talked
lllgiit'y. a Unit tho baby, nbput how she
wanted to see It aild they wouldn't let
her. How could they and It 'dead? 1
sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her
poor hot feet, when suddenly they be
gan lo get cold, nud she stopped talk
lug. "I sent for John In a hurry. When be
enme, he was like a madman. IIo
knelt down by her lied nnd begged her
'to-listen to him. 'Don't go away with
out telling me gtKidby. sweetheart!' he
fsald, n-sobblng between the words.
'Don't leave mo "Ike this! Ssy goodby
lo me. sweetheart!'
"I put my hand on his shoulder. 1
wauted to tell him that she was past
speaking, and past hearing for that
matter, but he stared up at me as If he
inul never seen me before. 'Uo away,'
'he wild. "Leave mo alone witli her.
'can't you? Go away I' And he .gave me
"1 went ont nnd shut the dosr."
She leaned her elbows on the board
nnd looked hard at Susan, who had
dropped her knitting In her lap.
"I thluk the only reason he married
me," she said sadly, "was because 1
took good care of her. Hut sometimes 1
Wish he hadn't. He'll never forget her.
aiid I can't make him. I do everything
I can to please him. I keep this place
like wax from (.'arret to cellar, but 't
might be belter skelter from one week's
end to tho other for all the notice he
takes 'if it. I stand in tills kitchen for
hours cooking things to please him.
'ni'tl he fuirdly tastes them, llu sits and
spros' across the, table at me.- and 1
U'low ho doesn't seo me. lie sees her
there opposite him In her ol.ll jilace
that I have taken. The look Iu his eyes
hurts me, Susan."
Susan heaved a sigh and again took
up the glove. "Maybe you Imagine It,"
Ann stood enect. Sho replaced the
cold Iron with a hot one.
"I wish I did," she said. "I on!f
wish I did. 1 dou't complain. You
mustn't think that. Ho is kind to me.
There couldn't be a kinder man, but
kindness ain't all a woman wauls. She
wants a littlo love mixed up with It
Bomelliucs Just a little bit of lore.
"Listen! Last night 1 was lying by
his side wide awake and he asleep and
dreaming. After awhile he threw his
arm nround my neck and kissed me In
his sleep. 'Sweetheart' he said, 'my
sweetheart!' You'd have felt sorry for
mo then if you could have seen how
still I lay. hardly daring to breathe for
fear bo would wake and find that it
was me there by his side and not his
"Maybe ho meant you." said Susan.
"Dou't he over call you sweetheart?''"
"No. nnd ho never called her any
The basket was empty. Not n single
towel, sheet, napkin or pillowslip re
mained to Interfere with Ann's work
nn Wednesday her baking day. Sho
was Ironing tho last piece, a damask
tablecloth, her best cloth, which sho
reserved for company. Traced upon It
wns a pattern of Ivy leaves. Under
the manipulation of her Iron this pat
tern shone, raised Into brilliancy by
tho heat and the pressure o'r her strong
A tear dropped. She quickly Ironed
It out nnd, passing, her sleeve ncros3
her eyes, caught two other tears.
Then the slow, soft sweep of the Iron
over the steaming linen, back nud
forth, this way nnd that and sldowlse,
made rhythmical music In tho silent
room, while Susan's needles clicked, in
Ellent sympathy. .,
l'nnhlunn In Climlr. '
Tho confectlpnery trade Is n trades
of 'topsy turvydqm. There ,!s ns mucin
fashion In it as In tho craft of evolv-'
Ins thoso creations of fallals, flowers'
nud feathers whoso ultimata dcstlna-j
tion Is tho, adornment of ladles' heads'
Time was when tho hardpan goods'
were the one thing needful; thoso'
were ousted from public favor Ivy tho
American Invention of soft centered
pnn goods, Jelly beans nnd so on. Jap
nuggets had a reign, nnd a long ono, and.
might Jltly bo styled tho Victorian
reign- of this era, so far ns candy Is
concerned. Hanky panky, slapjack
and a thousand others of llko kind had
a brief popularly, to give way, ia,
turn, to soiuo other cunning form of;
candy wenvinr;. It to to tills over
changing fancy that tho candy trndo
owes Its vitality, and so long as thero
aro inventive brains ready tn devise"
new forms, so long will tiio trade be
MAftRED BY THE EXPENSE OF
lipc'at A HOTEL.
no 7.1rn. TV. Kcclilpil to Ilettor T7ilrt--n
Ii '1'nkltiK "itfiil.t nt it tlciitnurnnt.
Willi UrtuillN knt CipMiinI KntU'ne
lor)' In llu' World.
"Now, William, this here llvln nt ex
pensive hotels Is nil foolishness. We
can't afford It. We get more to eat than
we need anyway."
"it's most supper time now," replied
William Waddle meekly.
"Yes. au l ight now's a gnod time to
begin belli sensible. We'll go over .to
that rest'rant an have some nice (ca
an toast, i loiters say folks oughtn't
to eal much before go'n to bed. Tea
all toast Is light nit healthy. If It wasn't
for your wife. William Waddle, you'd
get jo. be ji reg'lar gormandizer, like
that f:K man as sits at our table au
eats two meals while decent folks Is
only get tin ready to begin on one."
So the Wadille procession moved
over lo the restaurant and pre-empted
two seats at the best table.
-Some tea an some toast," ordered
"Ycs'm. What else?" said the wait
"Nothln else. Tea nn toast Is enough
supper for anybody. Polks do too
much entln nowadays.'"
In due time the toast appeared two
thlu pieces for Mrs. Waddle, two thin
ner rtlceos fur William Waddle. A
chunk of butter kept guard between'
each two pieces and refused to soften
in honor of the occasion. Likewise the
tea arrived, nice and green, nice nnd
cold, and with the cups only half lilled.
"What next?" asked the girl, with a
faraway look In her eyes.
'Nothln next!" snorted Mrs. V.. wit's
her eyes on the tea. She detests green
tea. The girl went away.
"Pilch In. William. This here toast It
good, an-au dry." she added, falling
to ilud any oilier point of excellence.
"So's the tea. Have some sugar a-a
Mr. W. laid same accordingly, mean
while eying the pickle Jar and the
catchup bottle liiuigrllj.
The toast vanished. Tflie tea disap
peared like dew under thf hot morning
sun. Nothing remained but two unre
pentant, chunks of butler.
Mr. Wailille looked at Mrs. Waddle,
but her eyes were on the bottom of the
cup. He reached for the cracker Jar
and helped himself lo that. too. season
ing up the crackers to a nicety and add
ing a pickle by way of au -appetizer.
Still Mrs. Wiulflle made no remark.
The girl with the fainu'ay look In her
eyes came back.
"Some mure lea an toast please,"
said Mrs. W. carelessly. William won
dered, but said nothing. lie knows a
thing or i wo. does William.
"Whafs the bill?" asked Mrs. Wad
dle In a woUTed.-unconcerned done. of
voice. William, wipe tiiat catchup oil
your whiskers." Wllilani did t.o
"Tea. 10 cents n cup. Is 40 cents;
least. 10 cents a plate. Is -10 cents;
crackers. 10 cents !).') cents, please."
Mrs. Waddle paid, and Mr. Waddle
pondered. As they passed out of the
front door he noticed a sign reading
thus: "Regular Supper. :!." cents." Then
he did n little mental llgurlng nud pon
dered some more. '.Mrs. Waddle said
not a word, but led the way back to
The porch was empty. The guests
were Inside, comfortably eating their
1111 In plain sight of the Waddles' camp
ing place. The waiters Inside passed
the second courte. An appetizing whiff
of well cooked llsh stole on to Hie porch
and landed fairly upon Mrs. Waddle's
no-c. She Is particularly fond of llsh.
William picked his teeth cautiously,
Mrs. Waddle rocked placidly back
and forth in her porch chair. The Hay
View train. Just passing by, seonwd to
engross her entire attcutlou.
William grow more hungry with, ev
ery passiiig moment. Ills stomach felt
empty and heavy and queer. But hop-J
was not ueau.
A3 tho Bay View train faded out of
sight Mrs. Waddle stopped rocking, sat
up straight and calmly announced:
"William Waddle. It's supper -time.
There's our table, an there's our wait
er. Do you mean to nit out here
n-moonin all night?" Detroit Journal.
Gctltnc Mutters Ailjiiktcd.
"You aro half an hour Into at our ap
pointment. Mr. Tompkins."
"Yes; 1 stopped to get my hiuchcon."
"Well, be kind enough to Bit down
and wait while 1 go out nnd get mine."
It Went Into tlic Wimtc Slarrel.
"Your meter In this poem limps a
little." replied tho editor.
"Ah!" replied tho poet "But pleaso
observe that It Is about the wooden leg
ged hero of tlio street cleaning gang."
Philadelphia North American.
No llcdclothct Trnst.
'Those coal barons can't squeeze
"Don't you burn anthracite?"
"Yes, but when tho price gets high I
go to bed early." Chicago Record.
WAS GOOD AT FIGURES.
kfliiw Sir. OtlM Skinner MntinKrrt
JliiKe !;itnc Jtont-y.
"Otis Suiiticr. the actor, wns stand
lug In front of the Tulano theater,"
said an atta 'he 'of Ihe house, "vhen a
siimewl;r.t seedy looking stranger rush
ed mi ami seised ldm hy the hntid. '
" '.My dear fellow! I'm delighted t
see you!' he exclaimed In a hoarse
voice. Indicative of prolonged drought...
'I noticed In (lie papers you were com
ing, ami I've been on the lookout for
you ever since yoltr bills were up.'
'"That's v,er- good of yon,' .niur
inuri'd .Mr. Skinner, doing ,hls best to.
simulate Joy .and recalling lb? nnn as
a decidedly casual aeipmhitanco of1 a
preceding vtolt. 'I was a lljltle 'lireawcu-.
pled when you came uji and' .y,
"'Oh. not a word." Interrupted tuo'
other heartily. 'ItV all right, me boy:
'The fuel Is I can only stop for n mo-
,. i .....1 ..,.,. 1,. ,,,., lilt nt it
favor, i fee a tiiance to ninuo xv
tonight h" I have $10. Can you
tne with the n mount until toinoriwtY
Horning? It will bo f&J.r.O In my pocket
and not a cent out of yours.'
"The actor pondered for a moment?
nnd then produced two silver dollars
anil a half. .
"'I'll do better than that,' ho said,
handing over (ho coins. 'Now you'vo
made $2..0. and I've made 5".fi0.'
"Mr. Skinner wns horn In Hartford,"
nnd when ho was a boy he' took lirst'
prize In arithmetic." New Orleans
True to Prldcl-ile. 1
Constair-e. the beautiful maiden,
struggles desperately In tho water.
"Save me!" she shrieks.
Harold, the brave youth, standing
upon the shore, tlwows aside his coat.
"Are you sinking for tho third tlmo"'
he asks anxiously.
"Oh. dead I forgot to count! jIIow
stlipld or me'!" cries Conrrtanco Itinuufeli
Harold Is as bravo ns .-a Wontruly.'
hut he wLII scarcely risk violating what -Is
perhaps tlie mos( chorishcit conven
tion of romance. fotrolt Journal.
AC the Zoo.
fy'Mm I Mm
" ...apf l ' f
rc.-rt.-i.tt.. 't ;, i i. J. i:'7?..V: . (
- ii-i.u.i.- iiiiu;i r. u;j i tu:i Six '
sees to laugh at. , f
Maude Why, dou't youi know thar ' ,
your necktie lias creol. niionml Iu.ni..-tli '
your right ear. Pittsburg Press. -
"You nre bitter enough on. trusts
now." spoke up a man in the audience,
"but I happen to know that you bo
longed .to one for several years."
"I did. my fellow citizens!" thunder
ed the oral or. "Hut when I became
fully nwake to the enormity of tho
thing I did my bestlo crush it lint trust.
I sold my factories to that trnst, iny
fellow citl;:ens. for iwice what they
wore worth In cash'." Chicago Trib
une. 1 i
"I hope you are one of the peopio
who can keep oool In she presence of
"1 am." answered the lor.n who
wanted a place as a private watch
"Have you ever demonstrated It?"
"I .have. I once came near being
drowned In a skating pond.' Wash-'
3.titi-IimulnX aMi-i-nlit-'N rttlii. I.
Khigleton Do you agree with" the
doctor who considers 'kissing danger
Benedict Oil, .yes. .
Singleton Whntdread effect do you
think is likely to nrlsa from It?
Benedict Marriage. sNew York
You ought to be ashamed toK
ndmit that you can't And .anything to
do when the .papers say they want
thousands of farmhands ont west V
Sandy Pikes Kami hands? Whv, I I
ain't got farm hands, lady. Pze got' I
city hands. Chicago News.
no What did you discuss ?ntftho
n:cetlng,a.;rfl.v." 'Kternryefub JiiJ
ci'iiooii, my upur: t
She The ontrngeous nclonjlpfJMIs?
Burglns 'In nlmbst-douhlltrg'her prlco
for making a gown, Chicago Times
Herald. Clear lliulc-rslanilliiu nt Stnrt.
Newlywed (after the ceremony' Do
you reiiliyjtjiluk 1 shall mako a good
MrjpiWvijhVcd-Ob, you'r all r!gh'
How doTyoiVlIkd-j-our captain?-;! 'H"'
delphfa RecoKl.' ? "
"i W - '
"In what way?"
ouu suggestcu tlintBtnisiyc
take up tho study of 'manners.''"-
"Hero you are, gejitlomen!" sang t
tho enterprising fnr.fr iTt tlie vege
rian.V .picnic. "Filtered cider!"
And they crowdpa around hlm.4C
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