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S ~N'~AYCOL~W~N ^ . :~ im ym DaUIr Story Pub. Co.) Caolie, if you Wili'-" BIIt 4i ain't"' Carioa fo*nep tten f'or~t.been such+a dear' Mbss an the $ ?ro spoke vehemently--ft ag Miss the Van Horn's mother who gave the house coll party-"and you look perfectly beauti- Pei ful lying back amdng those cushions! Pei It won't be leak until dinner, and he is' er'i very clever;- and you are clever, fro and- " i did '"Very well." Miss Nicholson gave a Ica little sigh. "Who is he?" she asked, his but Miss 'Van Horn was out of hearing. wa Miss Van Horn recrossed the long did portico to the vine-shadowed corner any where the hammock swung slowly, wa presented Mr. Barringer to Miss Nich- lii olson, and departed. bu Miss Nicholson regarded her long, he: slim hands as if she saw them for the sol first time; she turned them over and ho looked attentively at the pink palms. Mr. Barringer's moody eyes were fixed qn her. en "It's very hard to amusn clever gil men." Miss' Nicholson's voice was ha - plaintive. "Last night there was a gi" young congressman at dinner. I knew 1'a, I was to go out to dinner with him, so he I studied political questions all day- th Cuba, the outlook in Porto Rico, the pu improvement in the Philippines. I de- va termined to shine, and I had absolute- he ly no opportunity. I don't believe," Si reflectively, "that he talked of any- la body or anything but myself. He said my lips were like cherries after a rain. ve I think they are more like woodland berries, don't you?" The girl's eyes ly were lifted, to quickly retreat behind the long lashes. "And he said my eyes I were mountain mists; and my hair a silken, golden mesh. I was sorry he came down to platitudes when he mentioned my hair. It was disappoint ing in the congressman. But perhaps you are not interested in congress men?" "No," the man spoke deliberately, "1 am not." "In baseball?" hopefully. "No." "In golf?" pleadingly. "No." "You dance?" "No." "You must be a very stupid person," Miss Nicholson said. "I think it is easier to amuse the congressman." Mr. Brewster Barringer was silent. Miss Nicholson looked down on the red lilies that swayed below them. A very little smile twitched the earners of her mouth. "I met a Mr. Brewster Barringer down in Florida one winter," she said. "He was engaged to a girl who was vis iting the Peytons. But perhaps you are not interested in the Peytons. If you are not," in a severe tone, "I will 3 leave you to enjoy the twilight in soli tude." "I am interested in the girl who vis ited the Peytons," he admitted. "Oh," her red lips parted suddenly, 1 disclosing ravishing dimples and the gleam of regular teeth. But Mr. Brewster Barringer was watching a dusky moth drift toward the mass of brilliant lilies. "The girl was called a flirt, but I don't think she meant to. flirt. She I couldn't be unconscious of the admira tion she received. She was rather a pretty girl, you know." "I shouldn't have used that adjee- I tive," the man said, grimly, and ,this time he saw the flash of Miss Nichol- 1 son's smile. I "No?" she was still smiling. He had suddenly decided that a deep dimple on the left side of lips that parted in a sweet, eager way was the loveliest thing in the world. "The girl was glad there were men in the world who loved her, all women 1 ara.* Into Miss Nicholson's voice there had suddenly come an earnest note. "They plead with her, or sighed before her; but pleading or sighing her nature retreated before their ad vance. Then Mr. Brewster Barringer came into her life. He didn't belong to her world. She was rich, a society girl; he hadn't a penny that he didn't earn for himself, and was different from the men she knew-men of the Mr. Brewster Barringer. goll links and clubs and dancea He ,was alive! She caught his enthusia asm. and gloried in his strength and in hfi bellef in himself." Miss Nicholson no longer lounged on the hammock pillows; she sat very etraight and still. "The man did not understand the gilL" she spoke quietly, but a spirit of omtemapt hovered about her Iips and sivered her nostrils. "He viewed her ,from an external point. He saw the gowns she wore, the Jewels-they were te eivironment of her life--mere ad Swosts but indispensable. He thought Ihey were herself-that she was el bieawy obiLon and perumed la----" 'He thought-?' the man interraupt * ei. "The girl would rather have tramped ,ten miler throdtuh rain and mud with the mant to whom she was engased than tool a coach through half a doken columns of a society paper with "young Peyton; but, she went with young Peyton, she was a guest in his moth er's house. There are reserves even from the man a woman loves. She didn't tell him that she wanted to leave it all and be dependent upon him; she didn't tell him that bare walls would not crush her spirit; she in didn't tell him that she was young va and strong and brave and that she br wanted to live his struggling, climbing in; life; she didn't tell him any of it but she showed him the richness of her love-beneath in her heart was the solid ground of trust and faith; this he knew." "Miss Nicholson-Caroline- " "Mr. Brewster Barringer broke the engagement himself. A word from the girl, who was eager to explain, would have straightened things; but she was i given no opportunity to explain-in iact, she was not allowed to vindicate lherself. She suffered-young. tende: things do sometimes suffer-but she pulled through." Miss Nicholson's voice was quite cheerful. "Some of her died. but the most of her lived." She laughed a little, low, amused laugh. "I was a fool!" the man broke in W vehemently. "Yes," Miss Nicholson agreed, sweet- b ly; "I think you we-e." fe "There's never been a day since that I haven't been hungry for a sight of f ~f r" "I was a fool!" the man broke in u Svehemently. a (1 you." Mr. Brewster Barringer had r got to his feet and stood over the ham- t mock, his eyes had lost their moodi- p She laughed; a little, low, deliciout E laugh. "I'm unworthy, unworthy of the great happiness your love will L-ring. p 'wbut--af" he made an attempt to weep her into his arms. t A tall figure crossed the porch and approached the hammock. A man Slooked doubtfully towards the dusky E corner. a "Oh, are you there?" seellg the gleam of a white gown. His eye, nn e. accustomed to the darkness, failed to is yousee Mr. Brewster Barringer. "I have been bored to death! But then I am always bored away from you." There Sherwas an air of proprietorship in the Avery manner in which he laipord his and i Sappron the hammock. ma lt "Bored?" her voice rang like a joy bell, the pride and tenderness of the en woman loved was there; she rose from m the hammock and turned towards the dusky Scornewcomer: st "I rave been amusing Mr. Brewster id Barringer by telling him about a girl S e once knew. He doesn't care in the gleast for congressmen, so we won't rstay to bore him. darkne will see youd as dinner, Mr. Barringer." Sbeen bored to Identity In Doubt. always Before making millions ex-Senator e Edward O. Wolcott and his brother es tablished a law and real estate office in Georgetown, Col. Henry Wolcott ran the real estate office and did fairly well, but there was .rothng doing in the law, and the ex-senator became discouraged, gossis a she roashington writer, and decided to move to an ad joining camp, where a silver lead had been struck. He packed his belongings on a donkey. Just as he was leaving he remembere his Wefirst sign readyouin g diex-senatonerMr. Barringer." take it along," replied Henry. Edward packed . Wolcott and his brother es sign on the donkey and arrived stat thice in Georgetown, camp the next afternoontt ran the real estat dusk. The office and did fairlynd well, but thim over. One of thingem read thein thegn strappew, and on the ex-sdonkey'snator back ame discouraged, gossipsf you all is Ed?"hington writer, and decided theo move to an ad-* joining camp, where a silver ad, oncehad bearrived in Steelton, Pa., early ongings the on a donkey. Juse it as he was neessary toving The first pemembersoned his firsmet wasign, reading, "Edburly Virginia negro." You don't want that sign, do you, Henry?" asked the eel wrk Coreplied Henry. Edward pakoached the llow sign on the donkey and arrived :t the new mining camp the nes of St afternoon about dusk. The miners came upnr amnd asked:here myself, andof you all I can s is kEd" sgo to be mtho oe time to yp see the Burgess of the toa. The first person he met was a age, 1Lt @5 u~inm • '"of NJVa~.jo Indikint' To Look Upon a Mother - in - Law Is Believed To Be a Portent of the. Direst Misfortune. (Special Letter.) E were- chatting in so the Indian trader's n4 store at Gallup, N. m M. A group of Na- cc vajo Indian bucks el and squaws were to squatted close by b' outpide, squabbling B in tneir own tongue about the ai value of a lot of blankets they had al brought from the reservation for sell ing to the trader. Suddenly there was a warning screech from one of the d k s: r t 5 - A 4aajao House. 1 squaws, and instantly one of the stal- I wart Indians-a powerful six-footer, r who would seem a match for man or 1 beast almost anywhere--sprang to his t feet and dashed into the store and ran t in fear behind a pile of wooden boxes. The remaining Indians in the group grinned and clattered at the sudden change of base, while a wretched lit tle, wrinkled, dried-up old squaw came hobbling down a side street and Joined the squatters on the sunbaked earth. The big Navajo buck remained secreted a few minutes, and then, as suring himself that no red face fol lowed him, he shamefacedly came out from behind the boxes, but did not go out of doors while the little old squaw was in sight. "What's the matter?" said the tra der, as he laughingly repeated our ex clamation. "Oh, nothing but a moth er-in-law on the scene." Then he told a custom among the Navajos, centuries old-a custom twhich we found later is universal among the great Indian tribe all over its reservation. All Navajos have a belief that it is a blight upon a hus band's life to have any communica tion with or association with his wife's amother. The greater part of the Nav ajos believe that a husband who looks upon his mother-in-law is tempting all the evil spirits upon himself, and I many are so intense in the belief as to say that a husband who gazes at his b Fnother-in-law will surely have his eye balls wither and drop out of their 1 pockets. Na\vajo lore is full of legends about great warriors in the past, who e pave had visitations of hideous physi ral ailments and helplessness upon P them for defiance of the law of the tribe. But while no Navajo can cite d a modern instance of blindness or bad n luck or paralysis or decreptitude be 7 cause of a husband's accidentally look ing upon his mother-in-law, the super A stition is just as potent. The Navajo n- who accidentally comes in contact 0 with his mother-in-law is the subject a' pf commiseration by all his relatives n and is much pitied by the mother-in s yaw herself. e Marriage among the Navajos is a ,d matter of purchase, and the mother of the prospective bride is particularly r- iconsulted to know whether the son-in * law is agreeable to her, and if he is m agreeable. whether she will make his * life happy and prosperous by keeping out of his sight and giving him full It warning whenever she comes near to rl his presence. Many a Navajo sends * constant gifts to his mother-in-law for t her kindly consideration by her avoid $ ance of his sight. Some of the side effects, as it were, he . ne at he A Wava" e sqIaw. a of this custom are peculiar. The sil To versmith of the tribe, a man of high to intelligence and a leader among his fellows, wealthy and wishing several KS. wives, apparently devoted much thought to the problem. His business a brought him in contact with many OW thousands of Indians, and he was un wilIimg to place himself in a position where he might be compelled at any moment tb drop everything and run for shelter. He solved the problem in -p a way very matisfactort to him by mar ruin three sisters. SAnother method, even more peculiar, is *o ooklne to us, but to the Indianr p i st o t e properm but an easy solution of a perplexing problem. It to not at all uncommon for a Navajo to marry a woman and her daughter. 0! course he takes the mother, usually an elderly woman, first, and the daugh ter next, although negotiations fos both are carried on at the same time. By this expedient he obtains the wom an he wants with no mother-in-law appendage. in his eyes all women are to be cher ished, not from any chivalrous regard for the sex, but because the old wom en assume largely the care of the chil dren, and because all women, young and old, are weavers, and the well known Navajo blankets, the manufac ture of which is now a considerable industry, are made by the women. When a woman dies her man does not speak of what she has done for him or the children she has borne him. but only that she was a good blanket weaver. lie mourns the loss of a val uable and productive machine. The Navajo women mature early and also fade early. Girls are usually sold in marriage at 14 or 15 years of age, but they are often "reserved" when but 9 or 10 years old by part payment. Eventually as civilization progresses no doubt the sewing machine plan will be introduced, and a man will be able to pay for his wife in monthly install ments. QUESTION PASSED LONG BEFORE. Rules of Prazulmentary PretLloe Not Liked in Primitive Oregon. At the time when Oregon was ad mitted as a state and the first legiala I ture of the state met, old Senator Nes mith, who was a member, possessed himself of a copy of a book on parlia t mentary procedure. This work, which was at the time probably the only one of its sort west of the Mississippi, he studied diligently, and by the time of S..e first session was well up in the rules of debate. At the first meeting of the new legislature a motion was introduced and speedily carried, but- f on the second measure a dispute arose Sand for three days the state legislators .1 wrangled and debated. Finally. on the third day, Nesmith. a who had watched the proceeding without even opening his mouth, de cided it was time to use a pice of his parliamentary procedure, so he rose and moved the "'previous question." There was a moment of silence fol lowing this motion, and then amidst g a shout of derision the speaker (rled. "Sit down. you fo,:: We passed the Spre\v.ous que.-tion three dty- ago. r Story of a Stator. s Not long ago a tourist in New Or Sloans went to see the statue of Andrew - ackson in that city, on the pedestal of n which is inscribed. "United We Stand: e Divided We Fall." Seeing an old col .e ored man standing by, he asked. "Un d cle. did that inscription stay there all during the civil war?" L- "No, sab," responded the old uncle, r- "hit didn't stay dar enduring de wah. 0o In de fust place, dem letters was stand zt in' out lakt dey was plastered on. Den tt de wah bust loose, and de Confed'rate gs in'ral down yere, he tuk a chisel and i- cut dem letters off smooth. Den ol' Gin'ral Butler, he come erlong wid his a Union sojers, an' he tuk a chisel an' al cut dem in deep laik dey is now. An' Ly Lordy, how de folks down yere did s- swar when ol" Gin'ral Butler brush is de dus' off'n his clothes an' git up is frum hs wu'k an' say, 'I'se gwine to ig hang O afus' Johnnie Reb what cuts .11 dcm letters off ag'in.' " to SExcellence Rewarded. r The other night." said the frt boarder. "I slept in a room with a gen erous gentleman. I snore horribly e, in fact. I'm a snorer from way back. We retired. In the morning when we arose this gentleman handed me a sil ver half dollar. " 'What's that for?' said I. " 'Oh, take it.' he replied. 'You have won it. You deserve it.' " "But what for?' said I. "'Oh, take the money and go and buy yourself several first-class drinks. I like you. You are the best one 1 ever saw. You are the only man I ever saw who could snore louder than I can holler.' " His Sense of Smell Was Bad. About forty years ago some enthu siastic person conceived the idea that oil existed at Palmyra, Wis., and a company was formed to bore for it. A well was bored several hundred feet In depth and plenty of pure water was ob tained, 'but no trace of oil. A farmer, who had come to the village with a load of produce, went to the well while the work of boring was going on. He was asked by some of those interested in the project if he could smell oil in the sand that was coming up from the well and replied: "No, I can't say that I do, but perhaps if I owned some of the stock I might smell it." 1' Knew Where the Trlotble Wee. ch The Rev. Dr. Thomas R. Slicer, as 'everybody who has sat in front of his ny pulpit in All Souls' church, knows. LS n- a man of considerable size. It is a on matter of much effort on his part to ny fasten his shoes, and while engaged in un this operation the other morning his in wife remarked: ir- "My dear, I think you need a valet." "Well, responded the doctor, "if I had r, a valley where I now have a mountain, an I could tasten my shoes myself."--New "7 York Times Jose Ives Limantour, secretary of the cabinet of President Diaz, who. It is understood, has been selected by the president as his successor upon his retirement within the next few months, is a leader among the most pro gressive of Mexican statesmen and a member of one of the oldest and wealthiest families. He has traveled nmach and is a student of finance. He has been a member of the Mexican lower house for many years and speaker several times. In 18b2 he was appointed assistant secretary of finance, and since 1893 has been head of the department. The president has the utmost confidence in the ability of Secretary Limantour, and his selection over Gen. Reyes for the presidency is due to the belief that a civil rather than a military man is most needed. He Wanted to Hear. Gen. Fitzhugh Lee, who distin guished himself in the Confederate service and is now on the regular army retired list as a brigadier-gen eral, recently went on a visit to West Virginia. While there he met an old comrade in arms whose reception was somewhat frigid. "Well, what's the matter?" said Gen. Lee. "Oh. noth ing much," was the noncommittal re ply. "There is something wrong," persisted the general. "Out with it! What do you want?" After being strenuously urged, the old comrade said: "'Well. I want to die at least half an hour before you do. I want to be in the other world when you arrive, just to hear what Gen. Jubal Early says when he sees you in the blue uniform." Not What the Dominie Wanted. The prayer meeting was held at good Brother W.'s house on the hill. The meeting had progressed and prayer and remarks and hymns had ocupied the time. The dominie, in a low voice, said: "Now, there is just a moment left; isn't there someone who would like to fill in that mo ment before we close?" Dead silence; when, in the twinkling of an eye, the door on the clock flew open and out popped the head of a little bird, which said, "Cuckoo."-Homilectlc Review. AMERICAN SOLDIER HAS BEEN FOUND NOT GUILTY OF MURDERING FILIPINOS. iiil MAJOR L. W. W. T. WALLER. Major Littleton W. T. Waller of t he United States marine corps, who has just been acquitted by a court-m artial before which he appeared un der charges of torturing and executi ng without trial natives of the Island of Samar, began ils career in the na vy in June, 1880, when he received a commission as a second lieutenant in the marine corps. He was promoted to a first lieutenancy in September. 1885, and to a captaincy in June, 1896. The department records show that be fore he won his present rank by dis tinguished service in Cuba and Tien- Tsin he was stationed successively at the marine barracks in Norfolk, aboard the Lancaster, aboard the Newark and aboard the Indiana. Major Wal ler's defense during his recent trial was based on the contention that his treatment of the Samar natives was always a literal obedience of orders from his superlOrs or made necessary by extraordinary and peribus exigenc,. Times Had Changbd. A. H. ,Dunham, formerly of New Haven, Conn., but now a resident of Nome, Alaska, passed .krough Chica go on his way east a few days ago. At a ball in Nome last winter he wore the first dress suit ever seen there. A grizzled old miner looked at him for a few moments and then said: "Pard, I helped lynch the first man that ever wore a biled shirt in Alas ka, but r want to shake hands with the gent that's got t.e nerve to weal a spiketail coat in Nome. Put 'en thar." Woman Suffrage Movements. Fourteen nations of the world now have well defined woman suffrage movements or well organized suffrage associations. They held an interna tional suffrage conference in Wash ington, during the meeting of the Na tional Woman Suffrage Association, February 12-18. Delegates to this conference from England, Canada, Russia. Germany, India, Sweden and Australia were present. Old-Fashioned Cameo Jewelry. There is a revival of interest in old fashioned cameo jewelry this year. One of the large manufacturing jew elry houses in New York says that it has done more work altering and re storing old cameo jewelry this winter than it has for twenty years.