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. LOVE'S FURLOUGH
PROVES A WINNER
Proof TKat Dreams Sometimes
Reach to the Reality.
' By IZOLA FORRESTER.
1 "it'B only to be nbMihitely mire."
Suzanne did not look nt him ns she
spoke. It wns far too hnznrdoiis. Hut
Don wns tnklnR It cry cnlmly. He
:rcgnrdetl her with unblinking eyes
from his porch on the veranda rail.
I "Hut we Btny engaged?"
"Oh, yes," Suzanne indented, cheer
fully. "1 don't mind, do you? It's
only to to test our fcellngx, Don.
Don't you understand? I'm going with
the Jnnewnys for a week, and you
tnny Etay here and fish or sail; do
Just whnt you like."
"So generous of you," murmured
"Why not? I wnnt you to bo hap
py." "Yes, you do? You know 1 can't be
happy without you."
"We don't know for sure, yet." Su
rnnne was very firm, but gentle. Sho
felt rorry for Don, but when It came
to n perlous question like this, she felt
It far better to put it to the test. "It
Isn't ns If wo were breaking the en
gagement, Don, dear. It's Just n sort
of furlough, don't ou see? We'll keep
it a secret and both be free to do ns we
"Which means you'll trot nil over
Tressac Island with Carl Janeway."
"You nrc nt perfect liberty to do the
name with any girl here."
"Hut that's the run. Sue. You know
I don't give a rap ubout any other
Klrl here, and you wnnt a chance to
try out Jflneway."
Suzanne pursed her pretty lips re
provingly. ' ' "Sometimes you seem like a big,
overgrown cub, Don; you do, rrnlly.
Mr. Janeway la a perfect stranger to
"Blanche has been writing to you
'for a month to come and meet her
brother. Don't I know,?"
"Well I'm going," smiled Suzanne.
"And you may do just what you please
"May I?" Don asked grimly, with
a swift safe glance at her." I'll re-
"Will I'm Going."
mind you of that when you come
"Don't be too rash, or maybe I
won't come back."
"Ah, Sue, don't say that?"
nut Suzanne merely laughed, and
rose from the deep arm chair. She
knew perfectly well how charming she
was, and bow she held Don Hamilton's
heart on her own pink palm. And the
very surety had begun to bore her. It
had been unfortunate, their falling In
love so soon, at the beginning of the
I summer season, and now at early fall,
J it seemed an old story.
. Hlanche had succeeded In arousing
I her curiosity over her wonderful ex
iplorer brother. Don bad never ex
plored any unknown territory except
her own heart. She would go down
to Tressac Island and see this celcb-
trity, and without Don. And she went
The whole island was owned by the
Janeways. It lay like a beautiful
green emerald far out In the lake. Aft
er the excitement and restless life at
the seashore resort Suzanne found it
folding a spell of enchantment about
her, the peace and dreamy Ian go r that
bung over the entire place.
It was the fifth day. She had writ-
Iten one letter to Don one only. Was
aot lore on a furlough? And not a
word bad the heard In reply. It was
queer of Don to act that way. He had
no perspective on life, she told her
,aelf. Carl Janeway was keen on per
spectives. "We can never bold the reality In
our grasp, try aa we will," he told
:her. "Do we not ever reach for the
"I suppose we do," Suzanne assent
ed, faintly, but she remembered un
,easlly how tangible had been the real
isation of Don's dream. She did not
meet Janeway's glance. They were
'just landing after the dally sunset
.canoe trip. She watched him now,
las he lifted the canoe as easily as an
Indian guide. He was like an Indian,
too, in his tall, lithe build, black balr,
'and odd, dark eyes that never seemed
to close. Blanche had said he was In
teresting. Suzanne found him more
than that. Vaguely, be fascinated her.
She. loved to sit in the canoe, gath
ering water lilies on a lake that bad
turned to gold and amethyst and ruby
red under the sunset splendor, list
ening. to his tales of n world-wide
quest. Thnt wns whnt he railed It, a
quest after fortune. Hlanclic lind tak
en pains to tell her he hnd found It.
"When arc you leaving Tressac,
Gray I'yes," he nsked suddenly.
She wnlted while he hid the ennoe
under the trees. It was twilight now.
A fnlnt breeze stole over the lnke,
perfume laden. Up nt the lodge they
were lighting the long Chinese lan
terns around the porch. And sud
denly, without warning, Janeway's
nnns closed nbout her.
"But you will not go not now. You
know the same ns I do that this Is the
end of the quest,"
Swiftly, recklessly, Suzanne's pnlm
struck out nnd cuffed the fnmous ex
plorer's nearest ear even while she
evaded his lips. And then, picking up
her skirt, she rnn straight for the
shelter of the lantern's glow.
"I'm going tomorrow, Hlanche," she
exclaimed, finding her hostess alone
"Ob, eo soon, dear; why? Here's
a letter for you, anyway. Prom the
Suzanne read It through once,
twice. Every word sank deep Into
her conscience. It was from Don.
"I think you had better stay longer.
I nm going up to Canada with the
Wheatons in their car. The day you
left I took a wrong header In diving
and struck my shoulder. Lucky It
wasn't the neck, eh? Have been laid
up ever since. Head grazed a rock,
"nianche, I nm going now, tonight.
Don's badly hurt. I'm sorry, but I
Then Suznnne raised her head and
for the first time publicly announced
her engagement. Hack there under
the pines, when another man's arms
had closed about 'her, she had found
out what Don Hamilton's love meant
"So you eee I must go," she added,
hurriedly. "Aunt Isnhcl Is there nt
the hotel, but he will want me. And
nnd I don't want hlra to try to go
on this motor trip."
"Rut I thought you liked Carl, denr?"
"Did you?" Suzanne laid her nrms
around tbe other girl's shoulders.
"Blanche, you know what funny peo
ple we women are, don't you? I didn't
know until tonight which one I cared
for, but now I do, and I want to get
back to Don just as soon as the boat
will take me."
"There's a train at 8:18 and you can
catch the ferry over In ,15 minutes.
Don't talk, Sue, Just rush. I know how
Don Hamilton opened his eyes wide
ly at the vision that stood by his ham
mock beside Aunt Isabel's portly one.
It was Suzanne, a long motoring cloak
thrown back, showing her still In her
brown khaki suit.
"Don't hug him too hard, child.. He's
all bandaged " protested Aunt Isabel.
but Don did not mind the pain. He
only heard her voice in his ear.
(Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary
SOURCE OF HIS INSPIRATION
Not From Great Singer In Naples, but
From Phonograph Came the Fa
Once there was to be a Salamls that
should make It doubtful, when the
name was heard, whether It was the
mother city that was meant or Its
daughter in another land. So today
when an Italian boy or girl appears In
Dpstoa schools. It Is uncertain wheth
er the child halls from the Italy of
the Caesars or from "Little Italy"
down round North Square. The au
thor of "Panama," a recent book re
lating to the isthmus, found the same
question arising In the Canal Zone.
While we were stuck on a mud
bank, fighting mosquitoes, an incident
occurred that ilustrates bow pervers
ive is progress. One of the deck
hands who looked like an Italian was
enlivening his job by stitching a patch
on a pair of overalls by singing the
duko's song from "Rigoletto." .'And
he sang It well. He had a rich bary
tone. His voice evidently had not
been trained, but he sang true. Sit
ting there on a dry-goods case, beat
ing time against it with his bare heels,
he threw into his singing a large
measure of the airy nonchalance, the
very spirit of tbe song, that is so
often lacking in the performance of
"Now listen to that." the captain
said. "That's tbe real Latin for you.
Music born In htm. I don't suppose
he-can read or write. But once, when
be was a little shaver, back In Italy,
his father took hlra to the opera In
Naples, and be beard some great art
1st sing that. And he remembers it
still; sings It down here In the Jun
gle, without any accompaniment but
his beels, a lot better than an Eng
lish or an American university man
could sing it with an orchestra."
"Let's get blm to tell us about it,"
The captain called him up, and ask
ed blm where he was born.
"New York," be said.
"Mulberry street?" I asked.
"Where did you learn that song?"
"Ob, that? That's a Caruso song. I
learned it out of a phonograph."
One of Nature's Freaks.
The village of Vlllarirubcud. Swit
zerland, wero awakened durlni; a
thunderstorm ono nlfht recently by
tbe violent pcallm of Ihc church bell.
Qolng out, they found part of the
church had been wrecked by lit; in
ning. Tho bells, however, were t.ll
in position and, wcUkt owing to t-:i
electrio current or fitful wind, '.&.;
continued to ring till daybreak.
FATHER'S SCALES AN
AID TOJJTTLE CUPID
How the Housekeeper Success
fully Engineered Love Affair.
By J. T. GREENLEAF.
"Did you get any satisfaction about
our marriage out of father this morn
ing, Paul?" Brownie Weston nsked
her lover ns they were pacing tho
broad plazzn of tbe Weston home In
the April dusk.
"Yes nnd no," answered the young
man. "He said: 'When I'm In danger
of going to jail on account of my
sharp practices or some woman ropes
me Into marrying her, you may have
"That's father all over," she
laughed. "How he does enjoy a war
of wits, especially with you! Let's
think about It, for I don't believe it's
a wholly Idle speech. Tell me some
thing else that has happened today
with you." I
"Absolutely a gray blank In every '
cspect. We've been hauling potatoes
to the car for him to ship but yes,
there was one little thing that was in
teresting. Widow Alklns brought
two bushels of tbe tubers, and when .
I weighed the outfit again It fell '
short 60 pounds, showing one bushel
"That's queer," the girl flashed.
What did you do?"
"Registered It for two bushels and i
gave her a credit slip accordingly."
"Then his scales are- wrong,"
Brownie cried. I
"If they are, he doesn't know It. '
He's the most obstinate, cantnnker
our, old "
"Sh sh " the girl ordered, lay
ng a slim, brown hand over the
farmer's mouth, "you mustn't speak
n that derogatory way of your future
"A a mighty long way In the fu
ture," sputtered Paul, getting the ob
struction to free sueech in his hand
as he went on; "but even then he's
honest and square."
"I'm glad you think so, but I know
him better than you do, and there's
more in it than shows," she pursued.
"Tomorrow, every load you bring
to blm, you weigh at home and then
"Your Your Scales, Mr. Weston."
weigh back the crates on your owi
scales and tell me about It when you
come over in the evening."
i "That's silly, darling," Paul de
clared. "If there's an Inaccuracy he
doesn't know It, and If it should turn
out that he does, you and I couldn't
catch him. I know there isn't. He's
"You mind me, Paulsle," the daugh
ter' of Hiram Weston ordered, "for
there's r.imethlng doing, I know."
This reminder of Weston's own spirit
was enforced by something that
topped the young man's mouth.
The following morulng a solid bit
of humanity, Hannah Arbuthnot,
queenly, even in her dark blue calico
dress said to BrownU:
"What's, the matter with my
"Nothing new, dearie," replied the
girl. "Just the old story father won't
let me marry Paul. He keps jolly
lug us along. You know what a dear,
trying mischievous old angol he is!"
"What's he done now?" asked the
housekeper, hitching her portly self
up on (be broad kitchen table and
gathering Brownie in ber strong
A few words told tbe latest devel
opments and then Hannah solilo
quized: "He said that, did be? You leave
blm to me. We'll see what your old
maid foster-mother can do for her
baby. He wanted to marry me once,
"When Weston drove in, tired, wet
and muddy, that evening, Hannah
causht a lantern and allnned out to
tbe barn, saying as she closed tho
"You give blm bis supper, little1
Toward tbe end of tbe satisfying'
meal, Weston remarked with his eyes
taking In the beauty of the girl:
"You remind me so much of your
"That's a great compliment, father,
for they say she was a handsome
"She certainly was," he agreed;
"but what's Hannah up to, taking
care of old Kitty for me and all? She
hasn't heard of my proposition to
that plow, good boy lover of yours,
"What would she try to do If sho
"Sho might think I'd ask her to
marry mc, especially If you two got
your heads together to beat an old
man," lie- chuckled.
"Hut I'll never do that twice to tbe
A ltglit step on the porch took tho
girl to the door, nnd Paul was ush
erd Into the parlor.
"Well, what about the weights?"
asked the little lady at once.
"Each load was about 60 pounds'
short; but he don't know it, I'm'
Bure," was tho report.
"All right," she responded, with
her eyes dancing with mischief. "I'll
call him In and you tell him." '
. "I? I? Tell your father! I'd
rather face a locomotive!" he ex
claimed. "But don't you think he oughf to
Why yes. He certainly" he
stammered, as she called out through
,the open door Into the dining room:
"Father, Paul and I don't agree
about a matter and we want your ad,
vice. Hannah, you better come,
"What Is it all about?" Weston
asked, going directly to Paul, who
was as white as marble, lljs and
hands in a tremor. As the reply was
slow in coming, there was a second,
demand: "Out with It!"
"Ycur your scales, Mr. Weston,
are wrong, but I don't "
"My scales wrong?" the older man
burst out. "Why you young you
young and right in my own bouse
"I I thought you ought to know
it, sir," Paul babbled. Then he told
"But I'm sure you didn't know it,"
"And you and Brownie aren't in
tending to use it in response to my
proposition of yesterday?"
"Oh, no, sir. That wouldn't be fair
unless you knew it. You're honest,
"Well, sir, I did' know it," said
Weston, handing Brownie tbe round,
Iron disk that represents 300 pounds
as a weight. "Turn It over, Kitten.
See that little wad of lead. That
made the overweight that Paul
found. I used it on his own outfit
and the widow's, to see how far he
was watching his own interest"
"Then may I have Brownlef
"Not much," cried Weston, "I'm in
no danger of going to jail for sharp
practices, am I?"
"May I say a word or two?" de
murely asked Hannah.
"Sure," assented Weston, "I'm In
the hands of the Philistines, but I'm
too much for the whole of you."
"Please read that," said Hannah
passing an old letter to Brownie.
After a minute of scanning the.
missive the girl said: "This Is a
proposal of marriage from Hiram
Weston to Hannah Arbuthnot, dated,
six years ago. Its concluding sen
tence provides that tbe offer holds
good for ten years, as an evidence of
Looking Weston squarely in bis
eyes, Hannah declared: "And now I
Gathering the regal figure In bis
arms and looking at Paul and,'
Brownie over the shapely shoulder,
"RopedJj By thunder!"
(Copyright, 1912, by A-soclated Literary
NOT HIS TIME FOR REVENGE
Circumstances Seemed Favorable for
the Moment, but tho Luck
Would Not Hold.. i
Aboard the great ship the silence of
despair reigned. She had struck on
an uncharted reef, and, owing to the
heavy sea, the boats had either been
stove in against the ship's side or
swamped In tbe attempt to lower. A
stalwart passenger stole up to the
"Do you think, sir," ho asked, "that
there is the slightest chance of our
"Look here," said the skipper, In
tones of disgust, "that's tbe sixth time
you've asked me that question. Why,
you great lubberly brute, I believe
you're the biggest coward aboard!"
"S sh! No, I'm not," protested the
burly one. "But, look here. You see
that old duffer 'standing by the rail?,
Well, he's my rich uncle, and all my
life I've bad to put up with bis cussed,
cantankerousness. But If the ship's
going down, and there's no hope, I'd
like time to give him one good, sound
kick to square tbe little account T,
owe him!" .
Just then a rescue ship appeared oS
the scene and above tbe Joyful shout
tbe raucous voice of the old man by
the rail was beard, commanding hi
dutiful nephew to fetch bis hot water
bottle from bis water-logged state
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