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A small Lake Huron potato-schooner
lay at a dock In Godertch, and on her
bandbox of a cabin sat the big, fat
captain, puffing a pipe. Another big
man, but with a solemn and sorrow
jful face, strolled down the dock and
"Have ye all bands, sir?" he asked.
"Want a mate," said the captain,
peering at the man between puffs.
"You sail mate?"
"Been mate. Salt-water mon."
"Scotchman, ain't you?"
"I'm not, thank God. You'll get a
dollar a day here. Go for your
"I may be mistaken, capt'n, but
What am I to call ye, sir?"
"I may be mistaken, Capt'n Billings,
but are ye no the mon that slugged
me grievously in the nose 20 years
gone, in Fat Anna's bardin'-hoose in
There was a barely perceptible twin
kle in Capt. Billings' eye at this, but
he promptly denied the allegation, and
Mr. Macpherson went* ashore for his
When he returned, the pipe was out
and Capt. Billings had waddled amid
"There's your room in the cabin,"
he said, pointing" aft "The cook
there"a colored brother was smiling
out the forward cabin door"will
show you. He sleeps forrard, but the
galley's aft. Now, one thing I must
tell you, Mr. Macpherson. I'm a som
"A what, sir?" Inquired the mate,
dumping his bag on deck.
"A sleep-walker. I'm a bad case
I'm under the doctor's care for it
I'm liable to get up from my bunk
at any time."
"Aye, sir. Ye walk 'round decks
sound asleep. I've heard o' such
"Worse. I'm another man, or rath
er the same man younger. I'm a
sailor 'fore the mast again
Next morning Macpherson was up
before daylight. Up the dock he saw
the bulky, waddling figure of the cap
tain heaving aloifg toward the
"Mornin', cappen," said the big, fat
skipper, smiling rather vacantly in
the morning light. "Got alf hands?"
"Mornin', capt'n," repeated Mr. Mac
"Well, Im lookin' for a berth, sir,"
said the captain. "Rather early 4n
KICK ED IS BAG AND SLOWLY
MOVED AW AT.
the mornin', I know, but it's a strange
town. Must 'a' been on a bat. I quit
an English bark at Cape Town the
other day. What town is this, sir,
^Mr. Macpherson's jaw dropped in
sheer amazement, then he compre
hended. "What's your name?" he
"Jock Billings, sir able seaman
Here's my discharges" He reached
into ^hls pocket, then withdrew his
hand* with a blank face. "Must ha'
lost 'em, sir. But I'm an A. B."
"Na doot, na doot. Lookin' for a
"Come aboord. Fifteen dollars a
Billings smiled, and came aboard.
McPherson went aft, ruthlessly
searched the captain's desk, and found
the articles, signed only by the cook,
and dated the day before, for the trip
ahead. He signed his own name as
first mate af $30 a month.
"Come aft here an' seen articles,"
he bawled from the cabin door, and
Billings obediently came, and signed
as able seaman, at $15 a month.
In five minutes from the time Mr.
Macpherson started for the rail, the
nefarious job was completehe had
shipped and signed as sailor the cap
tain who had signed him as mate.
And the darky cook was none the,
wiser captains, mates and sailors'
were the same to himloud-voiced in
dividuals for whom it was his duty
to cook, and it mattered little to him
that in this case the mate was the
So he helped the two to make sail,
the little craft out into the lake, took
the wheel at the mate's behest. Mr.
Macpherson went forward.
VJock Billings," he said, "come
Billings came obediently.
"Ye're too fat, Jock. D'ye know
me, by the way."
Billings looked keenly, though stu
pidly, at hiti.
"IIthink I may'V
"Aye, ye think right, Jock. I'm the
mon ye chastised no long back when
ye were no so fat as ye are the noo.
I've a long memory, Jock, aja' the
Lord has a long arm. An' the Lord
never* meant ye to be so fat, Jock, an'
has given ye into my hands to reduce
ye. Take you that broom by the
windlass, an' that draw-bucket by the
pump, an' scrub this schooner clean."
"Aye, aye, sir," answered Jock,
The weather remained fine, the wind
a succession of cat'stpaws between
long intervals of calm, and still the
captain did not awake, but remained
,"4 flit +H
By MORGAN ROBERTSON.
Author of "Sinful Peek," "Down to the Sea," etc
and when Mr Macpherson had steered of irfcipient melancholia diagnosed the
Jock, stupid, short of memory, very
cheerful, but with lesser girth, freer
joints and several pounds of fat
turned into solid muscle.
His dumb, patient suffering under
the mate's persecution on that long
drift down the lakes need not be en
Through it all he was the target
for a running fire of comment and
abuse, the burden of which was Mr.
Macpherson's disapproval of his mis
taken estimate of Scotchmen. He was
past caring for consequences now
only Intent upon punishing the man
who had "slugged" him for being
But there was a dark Nemesis
camped on his trail. Unknown to him,
the cook, who slept in the' forecastle,
had questioned the ox-like animal that
tumbled down the ladder for a few
hours' rest in the night, and the re
sult was that he ceased all b^s sur
prised comment from the galley door,
Whatever truth there may have
been in the mate's surmise that remi
niscence was what threw Capt. Bill
ings into his past, certain It is that he
was wrong in his selection of the an
tidote. Hard work did not waken him,
though it did him a world of physical
good. While stm Jock Billings the
little schooner came intd port during
the night, and as Jock Billings he
went to sleep, as nsual, In the fore
castle, and as Capt. Billings he wak
ened in the morning before either the
cook or the mate, and came up to
find his schooner moored to the old
familiar dock, "her deck bleached
whiter than before, her rigging taut
and tarred, and things generally more
shipshape than he had ever seen them
Rousing the cook, he went aft, with
many an admiring look around and
aloft, and wakened his treasure of a
mate. And when *Mr Macpherson ap
peared, he greeted him with enthusi
asm and brotherly love.
"You've done well, M5. Macpher-
son," he said, beamingly. "I'm proud
of youthat I am. You and TO get
along. But, by George, I'm in a bad
way myselfin fact, I need just such
a man as you. Waked up in the tore
castle. Been asleep all the way,
"Aye," answered the mate, cautious
ly "An' it's ito the forecastle ye go
when ye want to lie doon an* rest"
"Funny. I must see the doctor and
have it tended to. I'm getting
worae." He looked aloft. "Scraped
and tfrred down, and everything set
up And you dia at all alone. Well,
well have some [paint aboard next
"Aye, paint her if ye like, sir, tyLt
I'll take my money here, sir, an' go.
^here's too much work maklu' a yacht
oot o' thiB hooker. I have to do it
"Dat' a lie, cappen," said & dis
gusted voice behind them. "He neber
done a single flag but boss de job.
He made you scrape de masts, anr
grease dem down, an' den you work
like a roustabout wi tackles an'
ropes, an' den you go up an' tar down
am' you (didaitt know anyt'ing 'bout
"Hold your evil tongue," roared the
mate. "It's a liar ye are. Let's have
my money, capt'n. I'm through."
"Look at yo' hands, cappen,"
sisted the cook, indignantly,
look at de tar yo' hands."
The captain looked, and his
"Is this so, Mr Macpherson," he
said, "that while in my other self
a sailor againyou have worked me
as such aboard my own schooner?"
"Pay me f an' I'll answer ye,"
said the mate, doggedly.
Red in the face, Capt. Billings dart
ed toward him tout Mr. Macpherson
eluded his grasp, and being the bet
ter runner, gained the dock.
"Give m,e my money," he said
"that's all I ask."
"You're not on the articles," said
the angry captain. "You'll get noth
ing for this trick. You have no legal
"I,am on the articles," insisted Mr.
Macpherson, ""at a dollar a day. Four
teen-dollars ye owe me, Capt. Billings.
Ye can toss it to me, an' ye can direct
your Senegambian friend to toss my
bag 0' clothes on the dock. I'm
througtf wi' you."
^Capt.* Billings went below and in
spected the articles. Then he re
moved his coat, rolled up tiis sleeves,
andNold the cook to throw the mate's
bag on the dock.
"Mr. Macpherson," he said, calmly,
when he reached the deck, "I find you
are right, and within the law. You
shipped a man named Jock Billings,
and made him work. You're a smart
man, besides being a whole seaman.
I'll pay you off at three dollars a day,
and sign you .on for the season, but
you must come aboard and get it."
Mr. Macpherson looked at the huge
muscles he had developed on the cap
tain's arms* and itffekea" -up his bag
and slowly moved away.
Cop right, 1906, by Joseph Bowles.)
Eye Strain a Seat of Ills.
When the specialist to whom they
had taken thei,i 16-year-old daughter on
account of what seemed to be a case
case as one of eye strain and ordered
prompt treatment from an oculist, the
parents of a young New York girl
were astonished. Eye strain seemed
as remote from melancholia as would
corns on the feet. Their astonishment
was proportionately increased when
after a few treatments and acquiring
glasses the child showed a noticeable
Latter day medical science traces to
eye strain many ills which seem so
remote from the eye that formerly
physicians never thought of estab
lishing a connection between them.
Sick headache, nervousness, melan
cholia, insomnia, are but a few which
have of late be laid to the door of
weak eyes, the proper treatment hav
ing been neglected.
Nervous, diseases of the nature of St.
Vitus' dance are now thought to orig
inate frequently in eye trouble. The
weak eyes blink Incessantly and this
leads to a general contortion of the
facial muscles, which grows on the
subject through constant repetition.
The fourth chapter in my birthday
diary, and an entry which marks
one of life's landing stages!
At 17 what a quaint little story I
had to tell! (I almost laugh as I
turn back the pages and Tead my tri
umphant self-belief of four years ago'.)
The chronicles of 18 and 19 seem lit
tle more than pages of fashionable in
telligence (my debut, balls, parties
and general frivolities) but the en
try of 20 will be different from them
I have left the 'teen" days behind,
and my heart and I have begun to
Yes, the thoughts of youth may be
"long," but they are not always glad.
Mine are not glad to-daym fact
(I'm not quite sure, but I fancy so),
I am acutely miserable!
Without quite realizing it myself,
I know that I must have been think
ing about him ever since the begin
ning of the season, when we met at
the Arlingtons' "flower dinner," We
haven't seen each other very often,
and never for long at a time but
still I know that whenever I go any
where my first glance round is to
look for a sleek, dark, painted-look
ing head, and a face that is decided
ly Napoleonic about the upper lip.
He isn't tall, he isn't well-built, he
almost slouches (the right sort of
slouch, of course) when he walks, his
eyes are gray and cold, and his
smile is seldom kind but his voice,
his daring discourtesies,* hishis
oh! I don't know anything except
that I have been unconsciously weav
ing him into every orange-blossom
dream where 1, in white chiffon
velours, have been a central figure!
But to daymy twentieth birthday,
when I ought to have been so full of
newly ripened happinessit is all dif
I can hear them saying it now just
as I heard last night, sitting behind
that hideous p&irn^ ^waiting for that un
derbred man to bring me that vilely
"And where is 'madame'?" giggled
old Lady Bamchester, waggling her
'-'I DON'T FAN CY I DID ASK YOU TO
BE- MY WIFE."
grimy-gloved finger into a Napoleonic
"Oh!ershe is still in Germany
Heidelberg. I thought she'd be out
of place in London, so I haven't
brought her over again!" replied
George, putting that delightful curve
into his voice which he chiefly re
serves for old ladies.
"Bad husband! But I shall
"Oh, don't, Lady Barnchesterre
ally, please don't!" and for once he
spoke quite earnestly as with another
finger-waggle Lady B. passed oninto
the supper room, of course!
So he is married!
There is a "madame," some Ger
man frau whom he must have met
during his six months at the Heidel
berg university, where I know he
went after leaving Cambridge!
It's terrible to think I have been
admitting him into ,my orange-blos
som dreamI, -who regard flirting
with married men as a spinster's final
cry of failure!
But yet that is what I have been
I have been allowing George Dulh
more to dance with me, ride with me,
walk with me, and talk to me, when
all the time there is some Gretchen
with two plaits and a qjack velvet
laced bodice, who owns the best he
has ever had to give!
I am trying to think that I have not
encouraged him very much but as I
look down at my birthday presents I
know this is not so.
Yes, it is no good trying to deceive
myself or my birthday diary
I have saved danoes for Gretchen's
husband before I knew that he was
going to ask for them I have often
gone to parties when I would much
rather have stayed at home, just be
cause I had told him that I should
be there I have
But there, let me bury my "have
dones," and erect a monument of fu
ture deeds over the grave! (How
epigrammatic I am getting as I cease/
to be 19!)
This evening I shall have a chance
to put myself right to myself and
I have promised him the sixth waltz
at the Mendleigh house ball, and I
will keep* my promise but as' we sit
out after the dance we won't drift
into vague, subtle personalities
Nothing shall be vague, nothing shall
be subtle any moreonly facts (facts
which he must think I have known
ever since our first meeting) concern
ing "madame" in Heidelbergf
Perhaps if this had all happened
two or three years ago, or in two or
three years' time, I should have cried,
but now I couldn't do it.
I feel too much excited, too anxious
for my own vindication, too much
wounded in my pride for tears!
DELIA AT TWENTY,
By GERTIE De S, WENTWORTH-J^MES.
once a year!
But yetoh! how I could have
cared!how I could have caTed!
(As usual I'll finish my diary when
the birthday is over and the entry
can be complete"complete!" Will
anything ever be complete again?
a way made
lilies in my hair and on my breast are
drooping, the stars are paling, my
birthday is past, andmy life has be-
allbut I must! One cannot break
waiting for me at the top of the
stairs. His greeting was stimulating
ly restrained as usual and after put
ting down his name a couple of times4
on my programme, he bowed and
crossed over ID Ericawho is begin-
mous ballroom, while dead and gone
to be your wife."
For a second he looked contempla
tive, then answered quietly:
"I don't fancy I did ask you to
be my wife, and I feel quite certain
"But as 'madame' happens to be hind the settee,
my 'cello, which I once took up with
such fervor that every one called her the half hour,
'my wife' (or 'madame'), I can't see
how it matters! Lady Barnchester
can answer for me, because she has1
both seen and heard jadame/ be
fore I took her back to Heidelberg!"
so I stammered.
back to the ballroom?"
(Did he mean it? Yes/ his face was
grave, cold and inscrutable! I bad
lost my happiness! My heart must
try to go to sleep again!)
"Yes, thanks, I1"
But I couldn't go oni* Something
came before my eyes.
Perhaps it was a* picture of myself
in lonely, on-coming gray days per
haps it was a picture of George liv
ing his Hfe in glorious content with
out me? I can't say. I only know
that had I been offered all the jew
els of the wicked women in London
I couldn't have helped burying my
face in' my suede gloves and crying
just as thoroughly and sincerely as
I cried when I was a little, little girl.
Just for a second he let me cry, and
The Mendleigh house ball Is over,
my blue chiffon gown is crushed, the
gun! $- 4r* excellent taste.
I hardly^ know how to chronicle it
When we arrived he was there o'610*d*
they are supremely happy, so I sup- In a big arm chair, staring into the
pose a dawning douhte chin doesn't
At last came our waltz," and almost Quiver at the corners of her mouth and
before the music had fully come to nostrils. There was thin gold chain
life we were reversing down the fa-
ruffled and doubleted Mendleighs taining the portrait of her husband,
glared down at us from the walls. the man from whom she had been sep-
Generally speaking, I don't like a
man who dances well,fbu with him Queerly, because she was a woman-
it doesn't seem to matter somehow
he takes the thing so seriouslywith
out speaking a word or .observing any
conventional courtesiesthat, to him,
waltzing might be an affair of inter
national importance! There is noth- swagger frocks, if only he'd come back,
ing frivolous about his dancing. He
mora know that Jim never means to come
of schoolgirlthat than I eVe felt my
Then, Rafter a most inconsiderate
pause, he rose and faced me.
"I had no intention of being wicked, hands fluttered to
I assure you," he replied in the same danced in her eyes,
voice that he asks elderly ladies iij "More than that. That sharp click
they'll take tea or coffee. "What have)
back, I should swear that I heai his
great step in the street, his latch key
in the door
Her breathing came quickly, her
her lips, a light
I done?" when he pokes it into the Chinese
"A good many things that ifi stand he hates so! How childish
wouldn't be v-v-very reputable to Oow absura. My heart's pumping like
print, I've no doubt but I should a
think it's about the worst when you) overwrought. It isn't Jim. It
a m-m-married manask mea girl ca
"Then how about 'madame' in
Heidelberg, whom you won't bring room
over again? And how about Lady During the pause that followed, a
Barnchester calling you a 'bad hus-
From its studiously curiousn knocker
bottle-glas windows i its at
Harling's little house was char
stirc of its They were
to pleasant at 1 1
brac ee elct
ning to look terribly matronly, poor shadow, except when the fire sent out
thing! (Such a pity when Nig- is shootws ofe light that died as soon as
six months younger than she is! But
her little chin in her hands, sat
pretty Mrs. Harling, with a slight
i. -r J. CHAIR, NERVOUS LY
woman. I never intended to love, be- .vox
cause I never intended to marry but him so much! Oh, how could he, now
now-good heaveris! I find romance could he?"
in the idea of paying rates, and poetry Mrs. Harling stopped her confession
fn the notion of writing checks for for a moment and cried.
rent. And it's you -who have taught, Mrs.
me, dearie! jDe1l8,^**M youwill I "Is don't know what ydu think-about
Then suddenly "I til remembered mal quadruped. "But I would give
Gretchen with the two plaits, and per- my ears if he would get lonely too, and
hapswho knowsthere might be a come back to me. Ears, did I say?
little Heinrich, or a small Lottchen, Yes, and my diamonds and my horses,
or something terrible like that! all my friends, and a yearor nearly
"How dare you be absolutely a year of my life. I would, I would, I
wicked!" I cried, dashing up from the would!"
seat and standing indignantly before Mrs. Harling sprang ^suddenly to her
At first he did not speak, but re "What's that? Heavens, what a
mained sitting uown and looking at state my nerves are* in! If I didn't
her neck/ which, going abruptly
ner left hand, held a locket con-
ted for three months. Yetnot
Pressing the miniature against
"Dear, dear Jim!" she cried inward
ly, "If only he'd come back I'd go out
of town forever. I'd pitch away all my
rn so lonely, so lonely"
begins the instant the music starts, She drew near the fire and caught up
hardly going through the form of of- an infinitesimal dog, and held it with
fering his arm, and continues scien- a little cry to her face,
tifically till the end. It is a desper- "Fancy his packing his things and
ately attractive methodunique and leaving the house without saying good-
eminently artistic, even though it by. Twenty minutes after he lettI
mayn't sound so! say 20, but I mean twoI had forgot-
Directly the waltz was over he took ten the very words said, the very ex-
me to a small ante-roomlittle more istence of that foolish new frock. And
than a recesswhich is only known then to stay away, hurt and sulky,
to the Mendleigh house intimates and without sending one line on a post-
then, sitting down by my side, waited, card to the silly little idiot who loves
as usual, ior me to begin to walk.
"By the by, before we discuss the^
thefloor or the musie, or attack any
other polite subject of conversation,
let me thank you for the sweet rose
and the beautiful box," I said, with
a brave effort at cheery friendliness.
George smiled swiftly (his teeth are
perfect), and looked less Napoleonic
than I have ever seen him.
"Many happy returns of your birth
day, Delia," he said, with a passion
ate tenderness in his voice.
It was wonderful to hear him speak
like that, and his eyesoh! could
those be the eyes that were so care
less and cold as a rule?
For half a second I forgot
"madame" in Heidelberg, and let my
glance meet his own.
"Delia," he said, bending over me,
and speaking without emphasis, and
yet putting more strength into the
words than if they had been doubly
underlined. "Delia, I love you much
more than I ever meant to love any
noise his stick always makes
steam engine. It's imagination
n't be J'm. Yet it seems to me
that his funny, impatient step is on the
stairs, his hand on the handle.
The copper handle of the door was
With her hands over her mouth, Mrs
Harling ran behind a high settee that
was standing in the shadow of the
mo livekd bay thnth, littlethree woman crouched De
mu i. 1 "Well," thoughtf hei,s "What a fool I
The-then IIbeg your pardon- WSLS
Shall we go
dainty,mistress. very minute, and in
Hk you to hav-e\ seen the
faith with a diary that is only written winterbevening nott soremember,
and its mistress on a certain
many years ago
the evening. The fog em
outer walls delicately shad
ric lamps warmed its inner
the drawing room the fire
cheerily on the Dutch hearth,
corners of the room were in deep
J^L? 5 OF THE
blew her nose.
sal d the infinitesi-
somree oneh who doesn't bore her ams I
'He stood for a few moments looking
round the room. Suddenly, with a
quick gesture, he caught up his coat
and strode to the door.
Mrs Harling made a dash at the
door nearest to her, rattled the handle
and turned quickly back into the room,
with a little cough.
1 It was very well done,1
"Oh!" she said, pulling up short, and
looking at her husband as though he
were a total stranger. "II"
Obviously delighted and extremely
uncomfortable, "Good evening," Har
then No, no, birthday diary, I can't caught her eye and immediately began
write that! -ir 4-*r i
It was so yirdnderfuH My lips'thrill "What in the name of goodness am I
now as I remember, and my cheeks to say," he thought. He started a sen-
still glow and burn. jtence, nap-hazard, and let it take its
I did not know that love could be course. "I left my favorite copy,of
so intense, so all-comprising, so all- Pendennis here a few months ago." f
comprehending, and so all-comfort-j Mrs. Harling said, "Indeed!" know-
"It's a matter of someimportance
to put my hand on it as soon as possi
ble. Nothing else would have ex
cused my breaking into your house
without giving you warning."
"After all," said Mrs. Harling, in a
slightly tired voice, "it's as much your
house as mine."
"It's very kind of you to say so,"
said Harling, simply. "With your per
mission I'll juster"
"Pray do." I
With a look of intense affection, in
which there was more than a dasn of
door slowly opened,
Co Harling when
hed the circleblinked of light and stooe
ent, overcoated to the tips
muaac I can hardly remember what hap- backg of a chair.t heave a sig
pened next. I only known I felt that when he found the room was empty
the world was a sort df environ of an
he, leanind on theh
0 back She
S stammered. "I beg your pardon
'(Not at all."
Harling darted a look at his wife,
minute examination of the carpet.
ing well that he had never possessed
1906, by Joseph B. Bowles.) any kind of a copy ofyPendennis.
both knew had never been in the
house.u "Yo are quite well, I hope,' he
said, peering into a rose-bowl.
"Quite well, thank you. And you?"
ing fervently that she could lock the
to have sent a messenger but th^ fac
is I wanted the book a hurry. I
never like to be long without my Pen
"I didn't think you ever read
"I'm a voracious reader, now
"Yon never used to read. The little
woman noted the "now" with intense
"No, but during the last
theywhyhere's that neck scarf I
put here, andand the pair of gloves
"Never better, thanks. A slight touch a practice worth at least twice that
of my old friend tha gout two days much. He is regarded as one of the
ago. And last night I woke with it in
"But I'm extremely well otjkerwise.
The only other things I have to com
plain about are complete sleeplessness,
excruciating neuralgia and constant
lumbago. Perhaps I didn't leave this
book here, after all."
"Perhaps not." Mrs. Harling turned
a laugh into a little cough.
"So perhaps I'd better not keep
"Oh, you may as well find it now
you're hero," she said, quickly, wish
"You're sure I'm not disturoing'
"You won't disturb me in the least.
Harling iound his wife looking care
lessly into the fire "Of course I ought
to rcad-except Pendennis, and I've al^
the surroundings. Oh, here it is.
'Adam Bede' To be sure I knew it
was one or the other 'Adam B3e'
always reminds me of Pendennis. 1
suppose because it doesn't begin with
a P." He laughed inanely.
"But that's got a black cover."
"So it has. Well, I daresay it will
remind me not to feel too cheertul.
"Good-by." Harling didn't move. Mrs. Harling
was certain that he wouldn't.
"You never used to feel too cheer-
ful," she added, "two months ago."
"I hardly remember anything so long
back as two months ago There was
the little woman in his arms and noli
He went two steps nearer "It you
should have any message for me the
club will always find me. White's."
"Thank you. 1 will try and remem-
He fidgeted with the back of the
chair, nervously. Then he laughed
to vm* foott said* "I half to introduce you to the
member of Carnarvon boroughs. He
lias come here to reply to what the
bishop of St. Asaph said the other
and tried to speak lightly. His voice bouncing" boy this morning," explained
was loaded with weights "It's pretty the i, r. m. with a large, open-faced
cheerful at the club just about now, I smile Chicago Daily News,
can tell you. Everybody's gone away
and so the waiters and I have the place
to ourselves. Verypleasantthat
"Do you like being a jne with the
thanks. They're* quiet, re
spectable men. Old soldrers, man of
'em. Some of 'em served under me.
They remind me of the happiest time
of my life
"The time before you married me,
"I'm afraid I wasn't a marrying man.
I'd been a bachelor before, you know.
A man like that forms selfish habits
arms, laughing like a child and crying ,F+r
NOTES FBOM ABROAD.
fIt is cpnsidered probable that the
British parliament will increase tte $'jffi&jj&
tax on motor cars this year. It willF^ j5iff
be levied in the purchase price
An improvement in the latest Lon
don "tube" is stations painted dis
tinctive colors, so that passengers
may recognize them without hearing
their names called. Not much of a
change, suggests an English paper
merely the substitution of a hue for a
England was represented in Swit
zerland last year by 53 commercial
travelers Germany, which enjoys the
lion's share of the Swiss
employs an army of nearly
Fe lawyers in Great Britain make
over $50,000 a year, but Mr. Moulton,
who has just succeeded Lord Justice
Mathew, is believed to have given 'up
most widely read men of the time. In
classics, languages, mathematics and
several sciences he is an expert His
mastery of electrical science made
him a tremendous power in patent
Restaurant keepers of Berlin are in
the midst of a war with their guests
as to whether "broedchen" shall be
free with meals or be charged for in
the bill. From time immemorial Ber
liners have eaten as many rolls as
they desired, but the restaurateurs de
termined to put the bread into the
reckoning. hung up notices to
door. I their guests tore
"Congratulate me," said the india
rubber man, as he laid aside his light
She had paid him out for stone and slate is quarried. The ce-
an offence he had not committed and ment and phosphate production is
was satisfied. Mrs. Harling was noth- Urge, aggregating sums far up in the
ing if not a woman. I millions of dollars. Coal is the chief
Harling forgot to be nervous. "By mineral product.
Jove," he said, with a queer kind of In the year 1890 Germany sent about
laugh. "You still keep yesterday's pa- 510,710,000 in silks to the United States
pers lying about, and the cups I took and Japan sent $1,190,000 worth. Ir
at Eton. And, by George! what's this? 1904-5 Germany sent about 14,998,000 of
I put that bunch of violets in this Bilk goods to the United States, while
vase the aay I went away. They are Japan sent $5,593,000 worth. Japanese
all dried up and yellow Surely, they
their dining rooms but
dowrn ther placard-s refused to pay fo thei "broed
Lloyd George, now member of the
Wales, ana his chairman
was addressing a icabinet,
tiight about Welsh disestablishment.
In my opinion, gentlemen, the bishop
of St Asaph! is^one of the biggest
liars in creation but hass hiss
match idni Lloyd George."
T, three j^g^ command at St Petprshnrs??
months I've read everything there is Her
Gen. Trepofhe resign hi
is one explanation: (Ln Tre
Mrs. Haning was quite unable to re-' had tampered with the film, however
sist the temptation. "But if you've and the instrument ground out mov-
never real it, why do you never like to ing pictures which led up dramatical-
be long without it'" ly from a meeting of conspirators to
Harling tell back on his mustache,' the murder of Gen. Trepoff himself
which he pulled vigorously. "Well, after the manner of the taking off of
you see, the cover's bright. I like the late M. von Phleve. The whole
bright covers when I'm feel'ng dull, thing was so realistically done that
They add a touch of welcome color to Trepoff was terrified and at once re-
nt to the theater one night
book well spoken whene a cinematograph supplied part
tn entertainment Revolutionist
Mrs. Jones to her daughterI expect
that we will have to invite that Mrs.
and Miss Brown to luncheon, though
it is a terrible boBe to have them.
Mrs. Brown (next day to her daugh
ter)Here is an invitation to luncheon
from Mrs. Jones. I expect tfiat we
will have to accept, though it is an
awful bore to go there.N. Y. Herald.
"Do you expect to make a business
man out of your son?" asked an old
a pause Harling could think of noth- father. "I gave him a thousand-dol-
ing else to say. He longed to catch
the day and the first
thing he did was to put it under a mic
roscope to see what kind of germs it
had on it."Detroit Free Press.
queried the obese
wife presented me with a
"Confound you," said the manager,
at the end of the snowstorm scene.
"What on earth do you mean by mak
ing the snow out of brown paper?"
"Ain't the scene laid in London?"
asked the property man.
"Yes, but what of that?"
"Well, that's the color of London
Mrs. FlatfootWhaffo is yo'-ali
takin' dat razzer church, Rastus?
Mr. FlatfootDat am all right, Cin
ay. Ah'nst one' ob de dat
that do not fall in with a woman's resignashun.-Chlcago Daily News
thingsgrumbles at the an finds
fault with the servants."
"You never did."
"It's very nice of you to say so. Well,
This time, this unpsychological man
actually went to the door, and this
time this psychological woman be
lieved that he was going. She made a
step to follow him.
"You've not altered anything here, I
see. It looks just the same dear little
"Does it'" Mrs. Harling's voice was
v1*Wa jje gets
Dick-r-So Katherine turned Cholly
down with a thump? I suppose she
handled him without gloves?
TomNo, with gloves. You know
Katherine has been taking boxing les
sons.Chicago Daily News.
The quantity of frozen meat exported
from Argentina last year was 3,325,124
carcasses of sheep and lambs, and 1,-
922,757 quarters of beef.
The mineral production of France
consists of lead, zinc, copper, coal and
lignite, iron, antimony, arsenic and
salt. An immense quantity of building
I left by accident the night Ithe ascending movement continues,
night you-" His voice trembled the I Glass Bonbon,
most ridiculous manner. Tn
like a woman. "Oh, Jim!" she cried Wnation hood and veil. By pull-
"It's I who want another trial!"
Harling held her tight and put his
face dow*t upon her shoulder.
(Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
1904-5 an the
ten5 years, increasing
"Why, so they are!" cried Mrs. Har- enjoying speciab*o vogueflowerd
ling, hysterically. "Thethe s-s-silly tag the better known vase. In opal-
things." A esc
"Oh, Milly!" he continued, "I've been a soft red hue are exquisitely blended,
so dashed miserable all this time away some handsome examples are on hand,'
from yoUi You can't man?ge to give one of which is here
a man another trial, can you?'
Mrs. Harling flung herself into his
ent glass in which green, gold and
scarf by pulling two strings
is transformed into a hoiI wtth a