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THE REPUBLIC: SUNDAY. JULY 13, 1902.
PING-PONG 15 THE WARM-WEATHER DIVERSION OF YOUNG 5T. LOUIS SOCIETY MATRONS.
POLISHED TABLES IN CENTER OF REAR
LAWNS AFFORD CONVENIENT COURTS.
WITH STARS AND ELECTRIC LIGHTS FOR ILLUMINATION
THE GAME BECOMES AN EVENING PASTIME.
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Mrs. Mae W;ggs looking
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Kr C?.wford Ptttv-iti ef St. Lool has
ohrtd Q problem o tni-Wng hnsbaad.
fT7illy cad irlenfti, eomfort&blt at boma,
rn tn tbe hottest -weather. At her beau
tiful Mxideaoe. No. C27 West Plus bonle
Trt3. gmrTrr has so terrors for tho:a who
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rtec uuidtwr of 7esra Mrs. Dcncaa has
rtfoxtd to shut tip her hcrass In tha t-ora-aa;
cr It her hcsfcond behind to itais
tfi trlth tha dlscoroforU of a loaeljr ex
irtzDoa. As Mr. Bcccan's business keeps
htm la tha eitr tha best part of tha hot
twin, lira. Duncan declines to co away
br heraalf. In tha month of August they
go toxsthtr to some Northern or Eastern
raajJt and com hack together, irben vaca
tlsn thsa is ep.
Tha roolt of tM thourhtfolners and tm
Mtflshaass oa Mrs. Duncan's part Is trrat
tlMraJs a yerr channlnr. comfortabla
hocashold erst on the boulevard, where so
zsasr bosses have tha blinds drawn and
tha windows tUhtlr dosed.
While the front ef the Duncan rxrese has
that gs!al aspect of epenesa In tha after
Tmwtt. wbca tha sun Is coins down. It is in
the back yard that tha Duncans find their
real enjoyment.
FingpPong Transplanted to
tha Cool Back Yard.
Th4 irrely rame of plac-pcnt, to which
INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE.
STORTETTH.
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It waa sight and the hour was late, but
K. Beauville paid no attention to the
rireamttanees. "Ho was seated at his table
la the largest of the two rooms he occupied
in the Rut de la Rein a Hortense, with the
charcoal stove near by and writing rapidly
on large sheets of paper, each of which was
ornamented with an elaborate heading in
sanguinary crimson, an integral part of
which was a choice collection of lethal
weapons, surmounted by a Phrygian cap.
1L Beauville was aged SIX He was short
and stout, and his face was red and his
hair white. Ha was a patriot cf the ex
tremest order. H belonged to tea dubs,
and was inspected of having been a lead
ing spirit in twice as many suppressed
newspapers. He was of opinion that all
regular government empires. kingships
and republics alike were outrages on an en
lightened age. and he was very much per
suaded that If mundane affairs were organ
ised by himself and certain other choice
spirits an era of brightest felicity symbol
ized by barricades and bombs would forth
with be instituted.
Tl, BeauvUle was neither loved nor ap
preciated la the manner he wished by the
authorities. Administrative officials, espe
cially when they are French, have an in
comprehensible yet 'ineradicable antipathy
to all Children of Freedom. The Minister
of Police and his hirelings were particular
ly hostile to M. Beauville, because, while
they were la no moral doubt touching the
nature of his proceedings, they had never
been able to obtain a scrap of really In
criminating evidence to use against him:
so that, while they had frequently arrested
Ms, they had never been allowed to enjoy
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does dlnlnoroom to the cool, invltlns; hadi
yard. There the master and mistress of th4
house can be seen nightly indulging tn thslT
favorite pastime, often alone, and often stlQ
surrounded by a select little coterlt of
friends, who come from for and near to en
joy the most captivating of parlor fixate
under a, starlit sky.
Mrs. Duncan's back yard is broad and
deep. Both sides of the fence are lined
with shrubs and plants of hardy bloom.
Several neatly trimmed trees afford modest
shelter from the sun. The lawn runs from
the house back to'the coal sheds. It Is as
velvety as a carpet, restful to the eyes and
cooling to tired feet.
In the center of the yard is a table. It U
solidly built on an ample trestle to give it
support and steadiness. Its smoothly planed
top Is covered with an oil doth of Ivory
whiteness. The net is spread in the center.
An electrlo wire attached to the kitchen
lights runs from the house to & cross-wire
that can be detached in the daytime. This
wire carries an electrlo lamp and furnishes
sufficient light to the players.
Coterie of Friends
Meet at Dnncan Home.
Every night in the weak there Is a same
on, the weather permitting-. Sometimes a '
fcls society for anything near as long a pe
riod as they desired.
M. Beauville chuckled softly to himself
as he wrote. He knew that his enemies
would be overjoyed to obtain possession of
the many folios of manuscript which lay
before him. These contained the annual
report ef M. Beauvlllo's pet club, and there
was enough matter in them, provided it
were read by the proper, or, rather, the
Improper, eyes, to cast a black shadow of
disaster oier the careers of many patriots.
including the career of M. BeauvUle him
self. M, Beauville was sot afraid. Immunity
from damer had made him careless. He
had not received' a domiciliary visit for
three months, and had strong hopes that he
would )SOt receive such an honor for as
equally long time. Also, he fancied that
his door was securely fastened, and that be
was. In more than one respect, prepared
for contingencies: and. In fine, he did not
expect that anything unpleasant was going
to happen.
M. Beauville had sot always been a pa
triot. He had once been a family man.
but his wife had died, and his only son
bad proved himself unworthy. He had
actually had the face to consider that even
an Emperor might not be to bad if only
you knew all about him. and he had
married the daughter of aa administra
tive clerk. That had settled It. M. Beau
vlllo had disowned Camllle. albeit the ac
tios had cost him sharp pangs. He had
loved him before his conduct had forbidden
the further bestowal of affection.
That had been seven years ago. The
father and son had not met since. During
the period of separation the son had sot
prospered. His father-in-law had died
ruined, and his own enterprises had all
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home her little cotarie of pInsponf friends
for practice or recreation. The youns; ma
trons of this particular summer plng-pons
party are Mrs. Ralph Orthwein. Mrs. Daa
Donovan. Mrs. Mae WIks, Mrs. Ernest
Boogher and their hostes. ''- Duncan. In
the eveninr the husbands Join the rame. All
come to grief, ne had been too proud to
appeal for aid to hit father, who had sot
sees fit to give it without being asked.
Then he had died, too, asd his father had
refused to see his widow and child, and had
disappeared gone no one seemed to know
where.
M. Beauville, however, thought ef the
subject to-night, as he wrote, despite him
self. Decidedly he might have been less
harsh to Camllle. Even patriots ought sot
to carry things too far. Politics ought not
to be allowed to upset domestlo Joy. Ca
mlU had not been blameless far from It.
but the course taken against him had been
too rough. It almost would yes. it certainly
would be very well if he, M. Beauville,
could meet with the widow and the baby
and do what he could for them. M. Beau
vine's pen paused in its rapid flight, and
something suspiciously moist fell upon his
paper. The Child of Freedom had human
weaknesses. He hastily dashed an Ink
stained handkerchief over his eyes, mut
tered a. remark uncomplimentary to himself
under his breath, and prepared to "resume
his t?'t
But he hesitated. What was that sound
outside the door? M. Beauville sprang to
his feet and glanced toward the stove. Tht
sound again, much plainer. Was it could
It be a child's laughterT M. Beauville
carefully pushed back a panel in the wall
and deposited the precious manuscript la
the cavity it covered. Then he opened the
door of his room warily. In fear of a trap
the creatures of tyrants are sometimes very
artful, and up to tricks.
Outside stood a priest from St. Hulplce,
with a little boy In his arms. The one
had a thin, fine, gentle face, and wore a
robe cf rusty black, and the other was fat.
red-cheeked, smiling, and had a bright.
waiia coat.
"Have I the honor." asked the priest,
"of addressing M. Beauville?"
"You have," answered the Asplrer.
curtly.
"Thrn. monsieur, I ask pardon for the
lateness of my visit. I have had difficulty
In finding your abode, and I deliver my
charge into your hands. Tour grandson."
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if any cf them so away at an it win sot be
tin the summer la nearly oxer.
The Udlee generally wear their shirt
waist suits for the gama. By common oon
sent this seems to be the popular toilet
simple material, but decidedly cblo in cut I
"Madams died yesterday at Montrntrtre.
She Intended to send for you at the end.
but there was not time. She was proud.
too proud, and poor. Had she .approached
you before It would have been, she thought.
to beg; and you had said you hated her. So
she worked hard, but she was not strong.
and-rwell, her tears are dried, and the is
at rest now. But her son? Ah. she loved
him. and before she died she prayed ma to
carry him to you."
"Do you know me?" asked M. BeauvUle
of tho boy. who answered by holding out
his hands fearlessly and laughing. "No.
you cannot. How should you? What s his
name?"
"Surely monsieur knows?"
"Yes, I remember. It it Georges, Civs him
to me."
M. Beasvmo gently took the boy. He
called out to the departing priest that he
would see him again. Then he re-entered
his room and refastened the door. He seat
ed himself In his chair and held Georges
on his knees. The boy was sot at all afraid,
but chattered in a. shrill voice and in broken
sentences, which somehow failed to sound
complete. M. Beauville listened for a time
is silence. The br.br talk moved the heart
of the patriot. EventnaUy he began to In
terrogate. He asked about his dead son.
his wife. life, deeds, hopes, death. He
learned little, because the knowledge of
Georges was limited. He sighed at last and,
placing the boy upon the floor near the fire,
at the foot of the table, gave him aa illus
trated volume to amuse himself with.
The report bad to be finished before day
break. It was brought forth and M. Beau
ville wt.to work upon it afresh. His heart
was filled with a strange mingling of Joy
and sorrow. He was to be allowed to do
something for the child, but for the parents
he could do nothing.
At length he became absorbed in the re
port, and worked steadily until he had fin
ished, and then read over and corrected
what he had written. As he finished each
he dropped it abstractedly to the fioor.
where his temporarily forgotten grandson
was seated, playing quietly by the stove.
Folio after folio was treated thus, the boy
still making so saund. The last folio con
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look cool and comfortable in tha evening In
their white shirt waists. A simple, but
dainty spread follows tha game and the
eight la often far advanced before the par
ty breaks up.
Now and then a plcnlo at Orthwein
Heights, tha country home of Mr. and Mrs.
tained only a line cr so. but M. Beauville
held It longer than he had done the others
before he turned to send It after these.
As It fluttered downward the door was
burst open without ceremony and the room
was filled with gendarmes. M. Beauville
rosi with a loud cry and Instantly fell back
into his chair. For a second be thought
himself lost. A sharp exclamation aroused
htm and he raised a white face to see what
had happened.
As each folio of the report had been
tossed from the table to the floor llttlo
Georges had seized and transferred them to
the stove. Absorption in his work and tem
porary forgetfulness of his grandson's pres
ence had prevented M, Beauville frcm being
suspicious or detecting the odor of burning
paper.
The lncriminatlsg evidence was a mass of
ashes.
.Wilhelmina's Heir.
The Grand Duke cf Baxe-Wetmar, who
is the next heir to Queen Wllhslmlsa, is a
wealthy young Prince. He Is 11 years of
ae and enmarried, la Germany, it is said,
he has a reputation for "bulls" worthy of
an Irishman Once, while visiting a publlo
school, he noticed two soys of striking
similarity in appearance.
"Why. what a remarkable likeness!" he
exclaimed. "These lads must be twins!"
"Tea. your Royal Highness," remarked
the principal, and he beckoned the two
yccsgsters to him.
"Ah. my son." said the Prince, placing
his hand on the head of one of them, "what
is your name?"
-Helnrich."
"And how old are you?"
"Six."
"And you?" ho said, turning to the other
boy.
On another occasion his kind heart took
pity on a murderer sentenced to Imprison
ment for life, and he proposed to remit the
"last three years of the sentence." Tlt
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sotony f this summer idyl among society
folks, who seem to have banded them
selves together for the purpose of making
the season as socially agreeable as the
long winter months. The Fourth of July
was one of those delightful plcnlo days.
Tennis a Featnre on
the Orthwein Lawn.
Jest now Mrs. Ralph Orthwein is having
laid out at her home en Bartmtr avenue
a tennis court, and that game will also he
played with the stars and electrlo lights
for an illumination,
Mrs. Duncan's ptcg-pocg set win he the
i principals of the tennis games to be played
, at sight tn Cabasne, With so much to en
tertain the younger society element, it Is
doubtful if many more will Join the earlier
exodus during the month of August. Mrs,
Mae Wiggs has decided to remain at home
to keep house for her father, the genial Pat
Short, who has rent his wife and grand
son away, hut prefer for himself the
comforts of his charmingly appointed
home. Mrs. Wiggs. who calls her father
"son," looks after the cooking herself, an!
leaves even the fascinating ping-pong, at
which she is a adept, to return home n
THE WOMAN WHO WAS "DONE.
WlU'l'lJS; TOTt TUB STJNDAT RETtTBUCL
"It's only a bad attack of parasitus; m
bo ail right soon," raid the bachelor ctrl
weakly from her pillow-propped position on
the divan, as she motioned her sympathis
ing caller to aa easy chair.
"Oh. parasltusr said the friend, trying to
look as if she knew all about it. "That must
be bad for you I didn't know you were 111
at all or I would have come over socner.
Do you have these attacks often?"
The bright eyes of the bachelor girt twin
kled. "Almost every week." she said, dole
fully; "in fact. Just as often as Ima Spunga
comes over here."
"Guess I don't know her." said the ether
girl doubtfully, and wondering it her sick
friend was mind-wandering.
"Oh. that isa't her real name, brut we
the girl who shares the apartment with me
and I call her that. Cox why she Is such
a dreadful little sponger. I shan't tell you
who she Is. for it would be unkind you
might recognize her. But she always leaves
me absolutely prostrated after one of her
calls. And so we have likewise dubbed the
illness which ensues parasitus."
"I begin to have glimmerings of light at
the end of the tunnel of mental darkness
you've been dragging me through. So she
is & parasite? a kind of pretty, hideous hu
man orchid, feeding on other people. I know
one or two myself."
"But It doesn't hurt the professional
cponge; she is toe fastidious to stoop to
shop work or any decent labor. Oh, no!
She Is too proud, but she isn't above letting
you buy all her stamps, pay her car fare
and do her telegraphing for her. not to men
tion a dozen other ways of working you."- .
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Not eves, tha house dog is foiguttta tfi
Mrs. Duncan's home. Way hack la tha
yard, under a shady tree is a, large atrsara
tank with a canopy oa top to protect tha
bather frost the sun. This Is tha tab la
which Prise. Mrs. Duncan's Mr St. Bs
t.t. takes his dally plunge, The tns Ja
filled with fresh water three times s week.
At the bottom tha tub has a flow-oS. fas
tened with a ecrfc. Any handy hoy eoaW
construct one of these tubs, which has re
tin lining to keep the wood from rottls-g.
Whlle Mrs. Duncan's friends were playing
ping-pong the other afternoon. Prince had
his bath. As he Jumped out and among
tha guests he was not very careful of their
fresh and crisp toilets, but sprayed thira
with the water, which lie shook oat of his
shaggy mane. However, these are incidents
that make things all the more pleasant far
the young matrons, whose healthful recre
ation is the admiration of the few neigh
oars, who, like them, are remaining at
home.
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Thta yon know her? I feel like a -knock-er.
I didn't mean you to know who X
nvMnt."
"No mora do I; but I know the species.
X told you. What did she do to you this
time?"
"WeD the bachelor gtrl turned over and
rested on her elbow, to enumerate, on her
fingers "she stayed to dinner; that was CO
cents you know we always have to pay
extra for guests at this house, and while X
don't mind in the least the bit of money. I
do object to being, as you say. 'worked' for
it. Td rather spend C willingly on an In
vited person than 5 cents on a self-Invited
one. It's the principle, not the money, that
grates on me."
"I know that. Didn't you lend me Just
half of your salary last winter when I"
"Never mind that." interrupted the bach
elor girl, smiling. "But I have done even
more than that for Ima Spunge. and It only
makes her worse. She almost asked me to
take her to tho beach to-morrow, and X
suppose I'll have to; I couldn't get out of
It: and it's my first Sunday off from my
choir, too, and I was going to the country."
"It's too bad." sympathized the visitor.
"Then sho rang up a messenger, remark
ing that it must be so convenient to have
them paid at the office downstairs. Thea
she remembered that she must telepbono to
her sweetheart downtown, and that was 29
cents on my bill, for she talked over tha
flve-mlnute limit. Then she sat at my desk
and wrote three letters, asking casually
as usual, if I had some stamps. When X
tried to say I thought not, she rumaged
till she found them."
"After that she called you Into tha haS
to borrow a"
"How did you know that? Well, that's
Just what she did. Now you see why I
have the parasitus. I wonder what rata dt
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