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Though crowned by the goddess
of fume und success
Anil housed In a castle of mar
bio and lllc,
The In-art of a man, ever true
to i in youth.
la running away to a cot by
u The treasure and trove that he I
wins by hie aklll
Aro tawdry anil mean In the
light nf a day
When, burefnot and tanned,
with a pali h on Mis eeat,
"He plundered the wood where
the stream wound away!
Ah, fame, thou art only a bau
ble at best,
And rlt'hca are merely the ear
mark of care
The heart la not duped by the
glitter of nfim
Or prizes that pall when
there's enow In the hair.
From rnhhlea nnd filth of the
The thoughts of a man scurry
off by a trail
That leads 'hrotigh an Eden of
gladness and Joy
To home anil a cottage en
sconced In the vale!
Ho! Hrlng all the laurel and
fashion the bay!
Mow, bugles of triumph and
homuge and dower!
Parade, all ye chariots, gilded
And muster your strength for
n a contest of power!
Strut now through the streets
that are crowded with men
And fall In defeat when the
heart turns away
And longs for the humble,
thatched dwelling of youth
Thai stands on the bank where
the rivulets play!
The breezes swing low with tho
scent of tho grape,
The creek bubbles on In a ca
And over the emerald green of
The sun spills Its rays In a
shimmer of wine!
Where bittersweet twines and
rajs I the violets bloom
The heart of a man tiles away
To realms that are Imaged and
The Puradlae land of the home
of a boy!
I Rag Weed.
1 The lips seldom Bpenk what the heart
f feeU. When they are eloquent, they
do not truly Interpret the heart, for
the heart that feels tho most Is like
1 a man trying to testify over the grave
of his dearest friend. HI" utterance la
4 choked and his reason halts.
3 it it it
f The happiest man Is tho one who
2 can easiest disregard tho errors of oth
1 era. The most miserable people are
those whose hearts are always blued-
Ing for the faults of ihelr fellows.
r it it
; We are all threads in the warp of
i time. In the weaving loom of eter-
nlly our threads are snapped one by
? one, but the great fabric runs on for-
it it it
Planting flowers for pleasure will
not buy the flower seed, but it will
knock the stuffing out of dyspepsia.
it it it
jj A long argument usually begins
1 from a short statement.
it it it
R To promise, to the honest man,
B means to do.
a fmS !S fmi
No Apology Due Him.
,J tpW The other day two well dreasel lovers,
evidently a "newly" married OOUple,
" boarded a Mlnerul Wella train at Weath-
f erford, and amused the other passengers
with their cooing. After uwhlle the fall
young bride leaned buck In her chair and
fell asleep. Her companion took uilvan-
tage in her lull of affectionate dcinon-
atratlon ami went Into the smoker to en
Joy a cigar. While he was gone a long,
lean, lank grlssly specimen of humanity
' came In and sat down In the vacant chair
beside the sleeping beauty. Presently the
young woman, half asleep, turned and
laid her head lovingly on the shonl.l.r
of the stranger, her plump arm around
his neck. The green, gawky stranger was
surprised at this unexpected fumlliarlty,
but made no desperate effort to escape.
. Ha merely looked around at the ron-
i vulsed passengers und grinned. Then the
I hilarity awoke the woman; she opened
K her blue eyes, and saw her mistake.
8 With Mushed cheeks she stammered an
apology. "You needn't 'pologlse to me,"
drawled the stranger; "I didn't keer."
1 Mineral Wells (Tex.) Index.
J -BYKON WI1.UAMS.
Soul of the Blue Bokhara
I 1 By FRANK LOVELL NELSON I 1
One of Carlton Clarke's Telepatho-Deductive Solutions
ARI .'ii.-N CLARKK and t
wf In New York I knew
not why at the time Col.
.lames Watson Drexlau, an
Immensely wealthy New
Yorker, was found stabbed
to death in his heme. His
daughter and Kanlelgh Harcamp were
the first upon the scene of Ihe murder.
Wo became connected with the case
through my acquaintance with Col
lins, friend of my youth and one of
Ihe best reporters In Manhuttan.
Clarke and I were discussing the
strange mystery which had grown out
of the case.
A knock on the door put an end to
our conversation. It was Collins, to
whom I had given a quiet tip to stay
with us through the ease.
Another knock followed almost Im
mediately, and I admitted Kanlelgh
Harcamp, whose face showed the first
smile I had seen him give when he
related the ease with which he had
eluded Clancy's shadows.
"Now, Mr. Harcamp," began Clarke,
"I want you to tell us exactly what
happened last night."
"I cannot," said Harcamp, between
"Then I will have to tell you. Sit
down, Mr. Harcamp."
"When you and Miss Drexlau re
turned from the theater," continued
Clarke, "Mr. Drexlau met you and a
violent scene occurred. Is that right?"
"Yep; I suppose Fogarty has told
"Miss Drexlau. at her father's orders,
Anally went to her room In tears."
"I see by the papers Fogarty wa
eavesdropping," commented Harcamp.
"Then you and Mr. Drexlau cooled
down. He suggested that you go Into
the billiard room and amuse yourself
while he smoked a cigar, and maybe
you would both see things in a dif
ferent light. You became interested
In practicing some difficult masso
shot and stayed for some time."
"How In the name of heaven do you
know all that?"
"Very simple. Balls carefully
placed !n line along the side rail, tip
of cue badly damaged, your fingers
covered with chalk. You were Just
about to attempt the shot after repeat
ed failures when you heard Mr. Drex
lau fall. You rushed into the hall
and saw fleeing up ihe stairs "
Harcamp rose with clenched fists
and white face. "Stop; you He! No
man on Ood's earth knows whom I
"Ha, I thought 1 was right. You
saw Miss Drexlau."
Harcamp groaned and buried his
face In his bands. "She didn't do it.
She didn't do It. O! why didn't I
confess to it and Bave her?"
Clarke went over and laid a hand
on his shoulder. "Now, brace up,
Harcamp," he said. "It may not be
as bad as you think. There Is one
thing that may save her."
"Tell me, for God's sake!" moaned
"The blue Bokhara," answered
Just then a messenger arrived wllh
a telegram. It was for Clarke and he
tore it open feverishly. As he read his
face broke into a smile of triumph.
"At Inst I can act," he cried. "Quick.
Mr. Collins, call a cab. You know the
nearest stands. Mr. Harcamp, we
will save her."
Collins was soon at the door with a
carriage. Clarke gave the driver hlB
directions, und we all got In.
."Where are we bound for?" I
"We are In pursuit ot the blue Bok
hara," was all that Clarke would vouch
safe. We drew up before a large store In
Broadway devoted exclusively to orien
tal rugs, und hurried In.
"Did you ever see a Blue Bokhara?"
asked Clarki of the proprietor.
"Yes," he replied, "but we haven't
one. In fact 1 never saw but one I
believed was genuine, and that didn't
bring very good luck to the man ihnt
bought It, for I hear he's just been
"Yes, yes, that's the one!" said
"Did he get It here?"
"No, he didn't. He picked it up
from a Bmnll dealer, but there was
considerable tulk about it among rug
men, and I went around to see It. I've
seen many so-called blue Bokharaa,
but never one like this. It was the
softest shade of blue and of l lie finest
wool mixed wllh silk. The sheen was
"Yes, yes,! Interrupted Clarke; "but
can you tell me the name of the shop
that sold It?"
"Certainly; it was Agnossl's, on
lower Washington street; but he
hasn't anything like It. Let me show
you some particularly fine Bokharaa
I have just Imported."
But we were gone on our way to
Agnossl's before he recovered from his
surprUe, 1 suspect.
Agnossl was a dark-eyed Armenian
who kept a small stock. He was
proud of having sold the most wonder
ful rug In New York, proud of having
known the murdered man and anxious
to tell all about both.
"But while it was In your hands did
you repair It?" asked Clarke. Inter
rupting his flow of description.
"Oh, no, genllempn, It was perfect,
perfect. I have been dealing in rugs
all my life and "
"But haven't you even a thread of
It; even i strand of wool?"
"Why, no. You ask funny questions.
More funny than young man who
riinie here every day I got the rug
and nsk the price and cry when I tell
him I sold It to Mr. Drexlau. And to
llilnk of Mr. Brexlau so soon killed!
I like to have Ihe pick of his rugs. It
make me rich."
"From whom did you get the rug?"
broke In Clarke.
The Armenian's eyes kindled wllh
suspicion. "What for vou want to
know that?" he said.
"Now," said Clarke, "tell me where
you got the rug or I'll put the spell on
you "Wl leave you that way."
' r-i. I'll tell, I'll tell." said the
fightened Oriental. "I had it of Is
rael Fangbone In Pell street."
"A well-known fence." said Collins.
"If we find you've been lying I'll
come back and look Into your head and
see everything you've ever done,"
"Oh, gentlemen, I tell the truth; and
listen, I did repair It. Fangbone, he
cut a little piece out of It, such a little
piece. I weave It In nnd Mr. Drexlau
never se.5 It at all. I Ihlnk Fangbone
try to match the wool and get some
fakp ones made."
"A scheme that you doubtless sug
gested," said Clarke. "Now, haven't
you that piece?"
"Oh, no, gentlemen. I glf you my
word of honor. Fangbone he have
"Then to Pell street," commanded
"I'm afraid you'll find Fangbone a
tougher proposition than tho Arme
nian," said Collins when we were once
more In the cab.
"If he is a strong character his
weak point is the more vulnerable,"
replied Clarke. "When I see him I
will know where to attack."
Fangbone In truth was a veritable
Fagin. He treated us with twisting,
truculent hands, which seemed to Itch,
and his Inky black beard to bristle at
the gain that might be derived from
such a presentable set of rounders as
be took us to be.
"Somedlngs I can show you. shentle
menB? Some moneys you want, may
be? I haf It."
Clarke made a careful survey of his
antagonist. "Yes, Fangbone, it's
money. Twenty dollars on this," and
Clarke took a diamond ring from his
finger and laid It in the moist, out
Fangbone examined it critically, but
with greedy eyes. "You haf come by
It honestly?" he asked.
"Of course. You'll be safe enough
anyway. It's easily worth two hun
dred and I may never redeem it."
"Not reteem Id?" said Fangbone in
"No, I wouldn't wear it again. It's
klsheff. I hud It of this man Drexlau
who was killed last night, and I just
heard he had a blue Bokhara rug that
was klsheff and It killed him."
"You say the blue Bokhara Ib a
klHlieff? Who dell you dat?"
"Thaida told me."
A look of fear stole ovor Fangbnne's
forbidding countenance and his eyes
wundered Involuntarily toward a
drawer back of the counter In front of
which we were standing.
"Here, dake Id, dake Id, qvick!" he
said, thrusting tho ring at Clarke. "I
will haf nodding lo do vld Id. Tbulila
she: know. She is wise in de black
magic as In de white. Tank Oott I
vind id oudt In time."
As soon as we were beyond the line
of vision from the Interior Clarke
stopped and accosted a typical Pell
street hobo. "Here, my man," he said,
"want to mnke a half u dollar? Well,
wander Into Faugbone's, take what
ever he gives you, bring It to me and
you get your money." The hobo hur
ried off and Clarke's scheme began to
dawn ui on me. In a few minutes he
was back. "Here's wal de sheeny
give me.- Now, where's de mazuma?"
Clarke handed him the money and
In return the man placed In Clarke's
hand a Bquare inch of the blue Bok
hara! "Superstition, his ruling passion, and
a powerful name In tho Obetto," quiet
ly remarked Clarke. "Now the solu
tion Is In our grasp."
We Btopped before one of those old
fashioned New York houses, once the
home of fashion and yet to be found in
the lower East side. Clarke sent up
his card und we were admitted to a
drawing room furnished In a quiel
magnificence that contrasted strangely
with the squalor and degradation all
The silken portieres parted and
there stood before us the most beaull
woman I had ever Been.
Clarke started up and took a step
to waul her. Their eyes met.
"You had my wires?"
"Not until 1 got home this morning.
I've been away. And you mine?"
"It has brought me and my friends.
Let theni be your friends, Thaida!"
a a a s aa
Is money. The old man again repulses
him and points toward the door. The
dark man still pleads with many pas
sionate gestures toward a blue rug of
surpassing beauty on the floor. At
Inst the old man advances and raises
his hand ns If to strike. There Is a
quick blow and a flash of steel. The
old man reels and falls, clutching at
his breast. The dark man seizes the
nig and Is gone Into the night "
"Now the rug, Thaida, the rug. Fol
low It. Trace It back to the making.
What see you?"
"I see a little hut In Bokhara beside
the Samarkand gate. 1 know the spot
I well. Within the door a loom Is
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Concentrating his mind, Carlton
Clarke gazed steadily Into her eyes
for a few moments. Her muscles be
came tense, her face pallid and her
eyes glassy, nnd then they closed In
what appeared to be the sleep of na
ture. Clarke look the square of blue
Bokhara from his pocket and pressed
It against her forehead.
"Do you see, Thaida?"
"I see," came the rich, subdued
"What see you?"
"I see a richly appointed drawing
room. Oriental rugs cover the floor.
Over the fireplace Is a picture of
Washington. A white pllnstered arch
way leads Into a library and t tint Opens
Into a conservatory. Three persons
are there. One Is an old man, one a
young man nnd one a woman, young,
slender. and black of hair. Thev seem
to be disputing and the old man Is
greatly excited. At last he points to
the door and his daughter yes It 1b
his daughter goes out In tears, wllh
one last supplicating look at the men.
There they part, not all In anger, as
the father seems to weaken at Ihe
sight of his daughter's tears. The
young man goes out through the li
brary and the aged man lights a cigar
and walks the drawing room with
bowed head, his hands behind his
"He halts in his walk and listens.
He Blips across the room on tiptoe.
tearB open the portiere at the hall
door and drags out a little old man.
He is a servant. The master of the
house upbraids the cringing menial
nnd then points to the door. 1 ne little
old man goes out. The tall man re
sumes his restless walk, blowing
rings of smoke and now and then
glancing at his watch and from that
to the door. He expects Borne one. At
last he stops. He listens. He hears a
step. He goes out Into the hall to the
front door and flings it open. A dark
muffled form enters."
"Mark well this man. Thaida. Whet
is he like?"
"He is dark, very dark. He Is
emachtied. H1b face is drawn with
suffering. His clothes are in rags, yet
his bearing is proud and noble. They
pass into the drawing room. The dark
man Is pleading with clasped hands.
The old man laughs scornfully. The
dark figure offers him something. It
placed and there, day by day, a maiden
weaves upon a rug. She Is beautiful
us the night, and as she weaves a
youth watcheB her and Htrokes the
inky braids of her hair while their
eyes speak the tale of love that is old
as this old world, yet ever new.
"Day by day the maiden weaves,
and as Bhe weaves her fair body
wastes by degrees so small that her
lover sees no! the change. At last the
final knot Ib tied and the weft thrown
through Ihe warp for the last time, and
with a sigh and a look of love the
weaver falls Into his outstretched
"8ho haB woven her soul Into the
"The youth wanders, the rug always
with him, for It is his bride. He comes
to this cll . ila In want; be is
starving. Mlafiicar to death he
pawns ilieflB"tKit be may live. Then
the change comes. He finds work, he
makes money. He tries to redeem the
rug, but the man lo whom he pawned
It is a villain. He has learned the
value of the rug and will not give it
up but for a great price. The youth
Bt niggles and saves nnd denies him
self everything until at last he has
the Bum. At last he Is able to buy the
rug, only to And that It Is sold to
yes, it is to the man who was alula.
The youth seek3 him out and, by the
ruse that he has smuggled rugs for
sale, gains entrance at midnight."
"Where is he now? Look well,
"He Is near."
"The street; can you read It?"
"It Ib Washington street, in the Ar
"Two hundred and sixty-eight."
"I cannot tell. Walt, he writes. He
signs. 'Kareton lloyajlan.' He faints.
You must hasten If you see him."
"It Ib the garret. I am weary, Carl
ton; mnke baste."
"Knough, Thaida. Wake."
The eyes opened and smiled.
Have I helped?" she asked.
"You have made all clear. But we
must act now. To-morrow I will re
turn and tell you all. And, oh, Thaida,
that 1 may then persuade you to give
up this sordid life, this preying upon
the iguorance and fear uf the Ghetto."
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