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HE Morris-Moores had Just had
their fi;*st-no, not quarrel-tiff.
Harry was now in- his study
pulling down books he did net
want and piling them up on his
table. He selected a row of
notebooks bearing title, '.The
Grisons and the Italian Valleys."
He got: out extensive white
blotched Swisr survey maps,
and.files of the little "Ladin"
paper printed at Samaaden. He
had got all this up thoroughly
on his last Journey, and now was the time to
dip deep into the pile of printed and annotated
"stuff." It would help him to forget annhing
so. absolutely silly as a little wife upstairs in
her room, the tears of temper still wet on her
cheeks, and employing her small white teeth
in reducing- to tattered "waste" a soaked lace
Henry Morris-Moore felt himself very supe
rior. He was calm,, cold, Judicial, and above
what he called "infantile tempers."
Upstairs Clara wept and fretted.
To think, only to think-scarcely ten
ihonths'married, and it had come to this! Ah,
if only she had known!. Were all men so cruel,
80 bitter? Did nobody care for her? She
would go to her mother-No (Clara's reflection
came refreshingly cool, like a splash of cold
water), no-o-c^-well, not quite that! For one
thing, she knew her mother; and Mrs. Mur
ray-Linklater ' would "pack her back to her
husband." Clara heard her mother speak these
But-it was over. So much was fixed.
Never, never would it be "glad, confident morn
ing again." Henry had settled that when he
spoke those words-those cruel dividing words.
Ha had said-had said-well. Clara could not
quite remember what But, at any rate, it was
over. She could never forgive him-for saying
that-^yes, about dear Aunt Laetitia. Oh, yes,
she remembered, "that he could never get her
a single night to himself without some stalking
old she-patriarch with a reticule coming in to
Clara would not nave her family spoken
against-not by^ a score of Henry Moores. She
had been educated carefully in the Murray
Lin kia ter cult, and no Vere de Vere could be
prouder of her name.
Clara, in her bolted bedroom, was getting
out her blotting book and pad to write to ber
poor wronged aunt She was going to ask a
refuge for the few remaining days of a blasted
life. Yes, that was the adjective she was using,
and (strange coincidence!) the villain below
stairs was also using it, though perhaps In a
more colloquial sense. He had just knocked
over a whole pile of the neat notebooks in
. which he stored away his literary material, and
was passing off his own clumsiness in invec
tive against inanimate things. This was his
man's way bf biting his handkerchief.
But the strong arm of coincidence reached
Stumbling and grumbling, Harry gathered
up the fruit of his travel experiences,, and be
gan re-Btoring them in the little thre?Wnered
shelves where he kept such things for refer
ence. Work would not "go" to-night, somehow.
One remained In his hand-a small pocket note
book with rounded corners, which served to
carry about him for the shortest personal jot
ting?. Usually it lay among his keys on the
dressing table, and when he shayed he was in
the habit of putting down a word or two-oh,
. as brief and bald as possible.
But this particular stubby volume happened
to be his.diary of two years ago, and he stood
there with one hand mechanically pushing the
notebooks into their places, while his eyes, en
tangled by what he read, transported him to1'
the ragged carpet the peremptorily furnished
lodgings, the solitary walks, hands deep in
pockets, overcoat collar up, cap pulled low
of the days when first- But stay, what was
Clara do ins?
She had got out her blotting book from un
der "The Songs of the North." The new maid
very hard on the temper of young wives are
new m&lds, as a class-had jammed it into the
rask, bending the corners shamefully. And so,
when at last Clara had released the folio, lo!
a cascad? of solidly built volumes in red basil
clattered to the ground. She had Just time
to spring back; for the volumes had solid brass
locks, all opened with the same little gold key.
She wore it about her neck, and no one in the
Sounded Bes Wh
In ? railroad office In West Phil
adelphia there ls an old and trusted
clerk of Celtic extraction- who keeps
his associated in a constant state of
good humor by an unending series of
witticisms, interspersed w th bulls so
glaring that even he himself has to
join in the laugh that invariably fol
lows such a break on his part
There was some trouble on the tele
phone one day recently ard Mike, as
he is ca
world, not even Harry, had ever been allowed
to peep within. Indeed, since she was married
she had not often done so herself. But now
now that the happiness of her life had found
ered beneath her, she would go back-it might
be all the pleasure (sob) that was left her
thus to live over a happy past. (A time.)
Watkins, the Moores' new maid, experi
enced some surprise (and not unnaturally)
when, in the exercise of her vocation, she was
carrying a copper jug of hot water to Mrs.
Moore's dressing room before sounding the
first gong, she observed her master and mis
tress approach each other from opposite ends
of the corridor, both intently reading, like
peoplo on a stage-he in a small black book,
she in one large, fat and red.
A still poorer opinion had Sarah Watkins
of her new place when she saw the readers
look up simultaneously, suddenly and guiltily
close their books, turn on their several heels,
and So exeunt.
"And them sez as what they has only been
married ten months!" she meditated. "Well
we'll see what's to come of this!"
The family dinner that night was distin
guished by extreme correctltude of demeanor,
and an etiquette almost Spanish In its stateli
ness. They were nothing if not polite-that is,
when Watkin- was in the room. But Watkins
knew,.and stayed a moment on the mat, listen
ing to the silence that dropped like a pall. She
entered, smiling to herself, knowing (oh, expe
rienced Watkins) that she would find Clara
looking sideways at the pattern of the carpet
as though she had never seen lt before, while
at his end of the table Harry was molding
bread 'pellets as if for a wager. These things
do not vary.
Bur* even Watkins the wise did not know
everything. Penny fiction does not inform
its readers what real people do. So as soon
as Clara had escaped out of the dining room,
before he had time to open the door for her,
Harry sulkily sat down and felt for his cigar
ette case. He was sure he had left it In the
drawing room. Yet he would not go for it.
He could hear Clara playing a noisy jig, the
wriggle and stamp of which he particularly
'The little wretoh," he said, laughing In
spite of himself, "she knows quite well."
"Good evening, Mr. Moore," said his wife,
and he rose and went "Your cigarette case ls
In the smoking room."
But this time Harry had lt all his own way.
Six feet of blonde colossus made short work
of mere pinpricks of the tongue. Clara found
tiled among his friends, lost
his usual good nature In his
0 get the gist of a message
1 being sent from another of
e man on the other end of the
illy became exasperated and
ike if he was losing his hear
ne ar you all right until you
talk/' said Mike, "but then I
Verstand a word you say.'
"So you are goln
for appendicitis? '
"No bigger than t
It is a no cure no
"I had a lovely d:
"Have all the dr
dear, they don't coi
"This one will, it
herself swept off the piano stool and installed
where, on the rounded arm of a big easy chair,
she had little more liberty of movement than
that of swinging her feet'naughtily and rebel
liously, while her husband questioned her.
"What book were you reading so intently
this afternoon when I came upon you in the
corridor? Let me see It?"
"Shan't!" (A time). "Oh, you coward! Be
cause you are strong! I shall go to-to-"
"Where? To whom?" said Harry, easily.
"To my-to Aunt Laetitia."
"She wouldn't have you, child," laughed her
husband, "and besides, she would charge you
/ board-whic? I should have to pay!"
"Well, I would pay it out of my own mon
"What own money?"
. "My house money!"
"You forget, Mrs. Morris-Moore," said her
husband, gravely, "if you run away you
wouldn't have any house money!"
Then in a burst; as he shook her, "Oh' you
great baby," he cried, "make up. Bring the
book! It was a volume of your diary. I.knew
by tlie lock. I'll show you mine. Fair, ex
change!" Off .with you! "
"Well, come with me, then," said Clara,
holding out her hand, "but don't you think I'm
giving in. It's only yielding to brute force. My
spirit is unconquered."
"Never mind your spirit," said her lord,
"fetch the book!"
And 'in these books, the greater and the
lesser, they read late into the night
And this was what they found.
" 'Christmas eve' "- said Clara, "begin
And she paused, waiting, with her finger
in its place.
"Oh," said her husband, "I don't think there
"And you call yourself a writer!"
"Well, shall I begin?" Clara was all on
pins and needles now. She could hardly keep
still. The quarrel was forgotten. v
"'Christmas eve' (she read). 'A dull day
Paid calls In the lane-Went to Margaret's.
Baby is adorable and Tom begins to love me
and calls me Aunty dee-ar. Came home by
Grant's and brought back fruit for dinner.
There is a man coming, a friend of father's.
It is a horrid nuisance.' "
Here Clara Moore broke off suddenly.
"Oh, I wrote everything fresh, you see. I
wanted to remember. You've no idea how bad
my memory used to be in those days. Being
married helps. One has to remember one's
'"Set in a notebook, learned and conned by
rote,' murmured Harry.
His wife stopped and looked severely at
"Well," she said, "I did write a lot, I know,
and yours ?B no fair exchange. 1 did it partly
as an exercise, you see, for I was considered
very good at composition at school, whatever
you may think. Besides, I don't believe you
have anything in that book at all."
"Oh, yeB-I have!" and he flourished a
closely written page of memoranda before her
"Well," she said, with a sigh (and her eyes
were dim and distant), "I will read-though I
never thought to let anyone see-not even you.
But since you have been so horrid to me, I
It seemed an odd reason, but Harry wisely
nodded. Clara fluttered some leaves thought
fully. Where shall I go on?" she asked, knit
ting her brows.
"You did begin from the beginning," he
smiled as he spoke, "why not continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, almost
as he snoke, "why not continue?"
She glanced up with sudden shyness, al
most like a surprised Eve.
"You were saying that lt was a horrid nui- .
sance, having me come to dinner," said Harry
Moore, "did you change your mind?"
"Here it is," said his wife, running her eye
down the columns of close-knit writing. " 11:00
p. m. He ls gone. It was not so horrid after
all. But I think he likes Edith best. He ls
big and badly dressed. Why can't writers and
artistic people dress humanly? He had on the
funnie3t tie I ever saw, and a beard, and he
came in a big gray cloak like one of Millet's
shepherds. But he talked-yes, it was worth
5 to be operated on
Sfou are taking big
he doctor is taking,
ream last night!"
earns you want to,
it a cent"
was a dream of a
To straighten out paper t
been rolled, open it with tl
curve away from you and rui
the sharp-not the curved or
-edge of a table.
The sharp edge is good,
tearingpaper; better than
cutter, in fact Draw the pap
cut straight and quickly aci
edge, and there will be a eic
produced equally well tn ti
while hearing him talk. Not much to me,
though, but he looked at me a lot, and some
how seemed to be conscious of everything I
was doing. Dr. Stonor came in after, and
wanted me to look out music for him. We
went into the corner together and got out the
folios, and >though he was talking to father, I
knew very -well he' was watching us.' That's
all," Clara concluded. She had been reading
very rapidly, as if anxious to get to the end.
"Now for yours!"
Mine! oh, mine's no great thing," said Har
ry, opening his little black pocketbook, "Jot
"Go on, please," cried Clara, stamping her
foot, "and mind, don't alter a word or put In
more. I shall know!" '
" 'Christmas eve' " (began Harry) " 'worked
at Guardian article, took it round, saw proof
of yesterday's. Chief wants me to go to Ar
menia about the atrocities. Shan't! T-o club
in afternoon-Clifton, McCosh, Moxon and sev
eral of the fellows there, who wanted me to
stop. Told them I couldn't Had to go out to
old Linklater's to dinner-girls, music; bore
but I should look in later.' "
"Oh!" interjected Clara, with her head sud
denly haughty, "a bore-was it?"
"You said a horrid nuisance!" remarked
her husband, and continued his reading with
out troubling to defend himself; further.
" 'I got there early-long way out of town
several false trails. At last found the place
a big house under trees. From the doorway.
I could see in the hall a girl standing on steps,
putting up holly and green stuff. Presently
old Linklater came and introduced me. "This
ls Clara!" I became conscious of two great,
dark, steady, grayish-hazel ?yes. The dinner
went all right after, that. Pretty-well, I don't
know: a fascinating and glamorous person cer
tainly. There was also a sister.' "
"Nonsense!" said Clara. "You are making
. up as you go along.* I know you."
Her husband silently handed her the book.
Decidedly it was so written.
Clara did not apologize for her unbelief:
She only remarked, "Oh, but you are a dear."
And, rubbing her cheek against his coat
sleeve, she purred.
"Go on!" she said. .'
" 'Dinner quite informal,' Harry continued.
"'Talked too much, but got led on somehow.
Everything went well. Doctor fellow there,
who put on a lot of friend-of-the-family side
sat In a corner and talked to the girl with tho
"Ah, ha! You see-you were Jealous al
ready!" cried Clara, clapping her hands Joy
"Nonsense!" said Harry Moore. "Of little
Stonor? I think I see myself!"
"Read the next day-go on-go on! No, the
day you came to Elton again!"
" 'Went to make my "digestion" call. Took
some flowers up to Elton, and talked to the old
lady., Think I made a conquest. But the Lady
of the Eyes did not Bhow up. Waited an hour
and a half, but don't think I wasted my time
entirely. Dear old lady!"
"Harry, you are a cold-blooded wretch!"
"Very much the contrary, Mrs. Moore!"
"Now sbaJLI read?" And without giving
him tiin^tO answer, Clara opened the solid
basil boardB and continued, "'Dec. 28th: Went
out all the afternoon with Miss Grierson. Down
the lane-soup kitchen, girls' club, and went
home with her to tea. When' I got home I
saw mother had a secret You always knew
by the satisfied way she has of looking myste
rious. She would be disappointed if you didn't
ask her at once. So I teased her to tell.
" 'Do you know whom I've been entertain
ing all afternoon?' she said, her shoulders
shaking with repressed laughter. I understood
'"Oh, the curate,' I said, as carelessly as
I could. 'I saw him going down the lane like
a pair of compasses let loose.'
" 'Do you think the curate would bring me
those?' said mother, triumphantly. And she
showed me a lovely bunch of roses, a wagon
load nearly, which she had set well back in
the dusk of the piano, so that I should not see
them before mother had her little triumph.
My! they must have cost heaps of money this
time of year. They are all mine,' said mother,
'but if you are good you can have Just one bud
for yourself. You see what one gets by stay
ing quietly at home!'
" 'She was teasing me, of course, this dear
old sweet-hearted mother.
'"You see what one gets for doing works
of charity and mercy!' I said. 'He would have
given them to me if I'd been here. I'll never
do a good action again!'"
"Now turn on to 'Four Seas Cottage,' and
read about that" cried Clara. Her eyes were
not gray now, nor yet hazel. The dark pupils
had swallowed up all the rest, overflowing
everything with the soft blackness of a misty
night of few stars.
"Let's see. Easter, wasn't it?" said her
husband. "But why skip? Much water had
flowed under bridges during these months of
"Oh, I want to get to the end-the end I"
Clara' whispered, excitedly. "Quick, quick-I
"Well, here lt is: 'April 8th. We went a
walk along the beach, she and I. We talked.
I told her that unless something was going to
come of this, I must go away.
" 'What,' she said, 'for altogether?' And
I said 'Yes.' Then she walked a good while
silent, and when I looked, I could see'-"
"No, you didn't" said Clara. "I could never
have been so silly!"
"'Tear after big tear rolling slowly down
her cheek,' " Harry continued, Imperturbably.
" 'I needed no more than that-who would?
" 'You don't want me to go?' I cried.
"'Sue shook her head, still weeping, and
not caring now whether I saw or not
" 'So I stayed.' "
They sat long silent that night in their ow?
home, near each other, and happy Harry's
heart was softened. He ,was in the mood foi
"Dear," he said, "If you would like Aunt
Laetitia to come and stay with us a month_H
"Oh, bother Aunt Laetitia!" exclaimed Mrs.
Henry Moore, "I only want you!"
And thus did Clara Murray-Linklater deny
her father's house and cleave to her husband.
It is not generally known that
bread crumbs are the finest of cleans
ers for white paper. Rub an old crust
of stale bread over the paper and
every sort of stain, fingermarks, dust,
water stains, will disappear like
magic. It is safer to use on fine books
and pictures than the softest of rub
ber?. Blow, do not rub, the crumbs
VITAL PALMETTO EVENTS
Gondsensed News Iteras of General
Interest Gathered Within the
State Boundary Lines.
BOY'S INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL
Board is Satisfied With Work of Insti
A meeting . of the trustees of
the Industrial school was held at the
institution at Florence, there being
present J. E. Swearingen, State su
perintendent of education; D. D. Wal
lace, Rev. A. T. Jamison, J. W. Quat
tlebaum, W. W. Ball, W. R. Barringer,
Hartwell M. Ayer and the superinten
dent, Mr. Emmons.
The most important matter before
the board was the formulation1 of the
petition to be made to the legislatura
for the next "appropriation.
Since the last meeting the tailor
shop ordered hy the board has been
Installed and the boys are doing some
vefy excellent work.
The farm has produced something
like $4,000 worth of cotton, corn, po
tatoes, grain of various kinds and
truck. A canning outfit.will be one of
the things which will be put in if the
legislature gives the desired appro
The board has had the boys exam
ined frequently by a competent phy
sician and ordered, that a physician
take them regularly to examine and
report in writing on each boy, as to
his physical, mental and moral con
dition at least once every year, die
sides the examination on admittance.
The health of the boys has been re
markably good. The cost per month,
per pupil for medical attention, drugs,
etc., has been less than two cents.
The treasurer's report showed just
about money enough on hand to run
the institution with the closest econ
omy to tlje time when the next ap
propriation will be available. It costs
about $90 a month to run the institu
tion and the counties are very delin
quent in the matter of paying for the
boys they have sent.
Mr. Quattlebaum was appointed to
draft a letter to the judges of the
State requesting that they give boys
sent to the institution indeterminate
sentences, so that the board may re
lease them when, in their judgment,
it would appear that they had profit
ed by the training and were in con
dition to be turned out. Several mis
takes have been made in this matter
by different judges, which have caus
ed some miscarriages of the intention
of the institution.
Officers of the Historical Commission.
At the annual meeting of the South
Carolina historical commission at
Columbia, H. A. Smith, of
Charleston, was re-elected vice
chairman, the law designating the
Secretary of State as chirman, and
Mr. A.' S. Salley, Jr. of Columbia, was
confirmed as secretary. He is
regularly commissioned by the Gov
Dr. Yates Snowden, professor of
history in the University of South
Carolina, is the only member of the
original committee remaining. The
three other appointive members,
besides Mr. Smith, are: Dr. Henry
Nelson Snyder, president of Wofford
College, Spartanburg: the Hon. Jos.
A. McCullough, Greenville, and Mr.
R. M. Kennedy, principal of the
graded schools of Camden.
Descendants Lost Possession.
Descendants of the Calhouns,
former owners of the "Calhoun
lands" in Greenwood county, lost
the chance of coming into posses
sion of the old plantation, when tho
supreme court of the .United States
declared it was without jurisdiction
to review a decision of the South
Carolina courts, adverse to them.
Port Royal Naval Station Stands.
Senator Tillman took a hand in
stopping abandonment of the Port
Royal naval station, at the request ol
Mayor Danner, Niels Christensen, and
other citizens of Beaufort, who went
to Washington to see him about the
matter, and as a result of the Sena
tor's efforts lt may be stated on the
best of authority that the station will
remain in its present status. The
officers, who were ordered away a
short time ago, will be ordered back
and everything will go on just as the
station has recently been conducted.
Lawyers Who Passed Examination.
Following an examination held by
the State board of law examiners
nine young men were admitted by the
The following is a list of those ad
mitted to the bar: Calhoun A. Mays,
Edgefleld; Andrew J. Bethea, Colum
bia: J. 0. Norton, Conway; John D.
Lee, Sumter; Leroy Dukes, Orange
burg; C. L. Prince, Cheraw, James H.
Sullivan, Laurens: J. H. Jenkins,
Washington, D. C.; Joe P. Lane,
All the Judges Will Meet.
. A convention of the Justices and
Circuit Judges of the State will be
held in Columbia, on December 17.
The convention is called every twc
State's Share in "Pork Barrel."
The river and harbors bill for this
year, contain the following: South
Carolina items: Charleston harbor.
$100,000; Charleston to McClellan
ville, $14,000; Santee, Wateree and
Congaree rivers, $47,000: Mingo
Creek, $1,000; Winyah Bay, $100,000.
Swallowed a Pin by Accident.
John W. Simpson, a merchant ol
Jefferson, underwent a successful op
eration for the removal of a scarf pin
from his left lung in the University
hospital at Baltimore. The operation
was one of a most delicate nature and
had the pin not been removed it un
doubtedly would have caused death.
The pin was taken from Mr. Simp
son's body by means of bronchoscope
and the intejjor of the bronchia]
tubes and upper portions of the lungs
were illuminated by a miniature elec
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TWO WORLD FAMED GRANNIES
One of These Talented Women la
Sarah Bernhardt and the Other
Two famous grandmothers are dis
tinguished visitors' of this country. Re
ferring to these talented ladies The
Rochester Post Express says: "One of.
the grandmothers is Mme. Sarah. Bern
hardt; the other is Ellen Terry. Both,
actresses have reached an age when, it
is permissible to retire from active
life; but the French actress is said to
be as energetic as a woman half her
age, while Ellen Terry is declared to
be as young as ever she was in the
palmy days when she and Henry Irv
ing ruled the theatrical world of Eng
land. Miss Terry has retired from the
stage so far as acting is concerned,
and has taken to lecturing on Shakes
peare's heroines. And who could do
better than she who has played so
many of the womanly women of the
great dramatist? Readers of her
breezy biography know what she
thinks of Portia, Beatrice, Voila, Rosar
lind and other famous women of the
tragedies and comedies, but no print
ed page could charm as does the won
derfully expressive features and the
Telvet voice of the greatest living
'..You write of your hero as stealing
home in the darkness," said the ed
"Yes," replied the author.
"Well, you ought to know better
than that. He couldn't steal home in
the dark. If lt was dark enough to be
worth noticing the game would have
Asking Too Much.
"The count has promised that he will
never beat or kick me if I will marry
him," said the beautiful heiress.
"But has he promised to work fox
you?" her father asked.
"Oh, papa, don't be unreasonable.'*
It's a pity that more sermons are
not as deep as they are long.
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