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To iiM'iul iiial.o your idle houi; '
t, tut, tlif fiil.jiH t only hours--
"linn wnitilrotM M.'-r.iiij.'in-"" of Ot.VA.
Cecil Thome's Masterpiece-
the noMANa: or A painting.
'Ti-'iloll-V. lil.l llllli
uirlli iip you 1:ilU!"s.' nl"""''
l.t UlW'Vo th:it 1 lovi- y-'ii
"Ki,,),! You n'o.' : i -
nvv.cr tn" thi' --'.' '"'' '"' '
i.. ..I t for 1 i' I ' .
.1 il 1.1 mi." r
"I.ovc lii'i'-oi i '
us 1 love yni'."
" I lien', yo'i r-oi.
M'.n'v yMir love witli
1 di'l It, luit now I
Vim lvoillil lit' filll'.o'.'.S
trait nv.rt site -vvoiiM I"1 t'l vilh
Is It not soVyoii '.arc not 'l'"- V."
"Why. Nini'tt.', Ik.w slratily you
'woiilil t.h- nut K an imuntiiral
woinnii not to l.i' sl.'xl d( n( r Uotlier'
"r.rotlicr'." almost' ''i.rii'kc 'iut'tt"
r.rollicrV Slif iss rmr sister. (Veil"
"My tloi'.r ( oilil, do you mean t tell
r.u you have not T;mwn Uiat .'
"Why have jru never tolil la'e that
"Why, Mrcftiv I m'vtv (Ivcnricd 11m
I .'.J -out
; I v.-iil n t
I va K'.nry
wish hiT in'v
i -C I . '. i. -, - 1 i
rKlt'.plKTitiiis lVrrnniitl ri"t.
iT.'.:lv, licrliMtiuiis and ih.-ii!i
i lan; tnav W K't out or traniiliuit
ltd r,;iif irhe
lu tin- fall. This -liould
l the plant has ccascil ti
ai'tieaiK donnant. Tin?
lu-Avly-siA lila til will hi'sla root -growth
and wi'l give l'.uwi t.h tin: fcllowins
1 lie r:r
Wfhnn: tli-i.i hoiili'oiH ei:y iii.-'i.
And when we win their ,v: i . ""t,.
Th- dirlm;: Uim round n:id - 'V,
To it.ai.f i.nu I-- . '; 1 ,!"' ''
'1 In: . iii u ' Set.
INHTTir t-yt ho;inl;- an
niiiirwic'hlriK storm. "A fair
wuniflii H.,aln'." shf imtttvM-'il
half auU.ly ns she pill '!
i f w cards liniv.ahMitly, to Ihro-.v for
ho lat tliuf "Which shouW d(nlo if
he were riiit to -doubt CorU'ts loyalty,
'firing to Jcarn the wori.t,.yt dvter
nlaed to VnoW'iiie truth sit-art! y cost,
Ninette, durt-oyod artist's model,
oread out ihe.'f irtuuo-telllnrards on
the petl'stal 'b.'fore her, -while she
awaited Oio pfi.iiinR of Cooil Thorne,
niiiKter of t he studio and tif her heart-
"Ah! Tliis"ti U-ttor" wftl. ft kiuI1
of satlsfiKtioii-"why, irtere is Koou
luck a pan! tPerhaps, Jiftcr nil. Ceeil
la trm. If il oouUl nlyT.nderstarxI
their langua?;' ! Iiut ho rover speaks
tn her in .French. Ocmraaj, Klnettel
the last card tells yovrr' story. Is it (
fair latryorta dark glitl'AMio Is IotinI
by Cw il? 'Dh u!"
The "'fair 'lady's cafil" had turned
whom nil knew to W x favorite f;ith
Cecil, rttvT locking hlfc arm farnUi.irly
In hers they entered the studio fol
lowed hi- the others.
1Mb, Thorne .in t heard tf your
lurk. it. v hoy! (JIm us n shatf fif the
hnnd.'f ld chap, Mu' you get lilgti
up tu the world to recogut.e old
fi-h'iKJa. Let's Lat.' a holiday now in
nehttu ation. CVmit out of the studio
jifWr to-morrow jt.ui v ill be .too grand
..TAilia rose andfinilod nssciU.
fI)o, C'cil, yor work much too hard.
It ".vlll do you noo6. (looil morning,
gentlemen; gifnl-by, Cecil Mnette.
m.n t.iKt rflc.iit etchinifltion. not a
Ninette wnti glaring frflin her dark
m,vs. and Julki Involuntarily shuddered
is she lifted Uier rich silken gown and
swept down She stairs.
"Oh. If I know how to speak French
II would let that little French demon
ngain, auid :Jv incite btn-sf into a fresh' t know she must not stare at me so m-
deluge of tcrs just a il.e false OcB:
swung open' iie studio door, nnu, witn
out ohserving the crouching figure ol
Ninette hegrin to whistle a merry air.
"How 'can you whistle when l am
o nViseraEilo?" said Sluette between
t'Wlry, bless my soul.XT:inctte. I ncvr
"Ynn h.nro no eves for me. Tou
would haTr; seen antftber if she ha J
"Another would not' have kept o
silent nef haps and tears, too! ew
this 1 .vt-ry tiresome, vhen 1 have hiid
such a turn of gooO luck. Listen,
! , Ninette, and dry your tears. My pic
; "Nt no the great -.ne, 'The Dawn,'
will be exhibited. Then if Juck comes
'our way,'a;5 is sure to. happen, we -can
be ym know what!"
Cecil drew Ninette to him in affec-
tlonate embraee. too elated Avith his
I own bope of prosperity to question
t further the cause of tears. Ninette's
' doubts -vanished somewhat as the ten
der avowals of love foil from the bps
of her lover. She -could not believe
him quite false, and. yet why did he
not exhibit her portrait in the Salon?
Could not ""Dawn" have black hair -as
well as golden? and surely the fair
lady was not otherwise more beautiful
Cecil interrupted the unpleasant rev
erie with, - "Ninette, dlo you know I
believe my love for you has made me
a better painter! Monsieur de Thales
was here this morning and said .the
warmth and soul of-'The Dawn' were
. The announcement that love for hfi
had aided liim in putting warmth and
soul into the eyes of -another woman
Was not very comforting to Ninette,
and she dashed out of the studio, and
shut herself hi her own little chamber,
which was on the ground floor.
"The little vixen!" laughed Cecil. "I
suppose old 'Gretha 'gave her a bad
breakfast this morning. She did not
seem properly pleased -with the possi
bility of our being soon Ah, Julia!!
am glad you have conic The picture
is nearly finished and such good news'!
De Thales was here this morning, and
was delighted. Why do -you look at
the door are you -afraid of -ghosts fol
lowing you in?"
"No, Cecil, but do you know I have
a stranee feeling of fear sometimes
when I see Ninette! She peered at me
to-day as I came up the stairs, and her
black eyes looked like those of a
tigress. Cecil, that girl is dangerous!
I hope she isn't too fond of you; you
know that is easily possible with these
French creatures of impulse."
'Oh. that is just like you women,''
replied lightly that excellent judge of
tell you one thing, Julia, Ninette's love
Is le9 dangerous than her hate, al
though. I should not like to trifle with
either. Fut I, who so thoroughly un
derstand Ninette, shall take care that
no danger attends her love for me."
Ninette had crept from h?r chamber
and was listening at the keyhole of the
studio with hot breath and angry eyes.
How tender his voice! Almost the
only English word that Ninette knew
was "doar," end she heard him apply
it to Julia the fair-haired. She felt
she could burst Avith jealous passion,
but at this moment she heard familiar
voices on the sieps and several com
rades stood before her.
"Oonil morning, Nina!" exclaimed
foremost oa Lcliol-iiis; the uiouc-l. i
UlCCi llgllll.V lllill I'Al'.-urui juusb vi
iiViiine emotion "always suspicious
anoiier Avoman's love. Well. I can
love for 0:ll avIH not interfere Avith
his Avork, ut I am the last person In
the world t.'ho ought to blame her ten
Careless and free as are only tbe
pleasure loving English artists Avho al
ternate the study of art with that of
"La Vie" in the Eden of both, Cecil
Thorne and his companions made the
cafes in ..the Latin Quarter of Paris
ring with their merriment until a late
hour, when Cecil returned to his lodg
ing, intoxicated with the thought -of
the morrow. lie spent a half hour -or
so in his studio, and after making a
feAV final arrangements started for his
attic bedroom. As he passed the door
of Ninette's apartments he Avondered
if she si cut. Then, at a sudden recol
lection of his hopes, and all they meant
to him,' lie broke into a merry Avhlstle,
and mounted light-heartedly to his own
door. His burst of merriment Avas the
"Tn-mowow." she thought. "I will
not forget that I have helped you to
put warmth and soul into her eyes!
You think-you shall find fame to-roor-roAv,
and that the fair-haired, cold
hearted English girl Avill help you to
rejoice; Imt you do not knoAV Ninette!"
Springing from her couch she felt for
matches, bat could find none. "No
matter." Khe said. "I Iciioaa- the cacl
avcII. Have' I not watched him bend
ing over it as though he loved the
canvas itself? Dion! you should have
exhibited Ninette." Noiselessly, vin
dictively, she groped her Avay along the
dark passage into the stutuo. Not even
n tn, wml, i.'i in ' to nsfjisf hev feet 0VC1"
the cold stone floor. "Ila hy. easel!"
she gave -a little cry of pain as her
tender foot came in contact Avith the
sharp edge. Then, seizing a wet wush,
Avith delirious joy she dreAV it again
and again, across the picture, smear
ing bevond recognition every corner ol
the canvas. "There! she said, as she
threw doAvn the brush and started to
leave the studio. "There! Mademois
elle Yellow Hair I hate golden hair
at least, I should hate it if Cecil had
not golden hair."
The thought of Cecil's fair hair,
Avhich she had so often covered with
ardent kisses, recalled her to a moment
nf Miidden venroach. What had she
done? She who protended to love
("Veil bad dcslroved the result of a
whole half year s toil and his hope of
fortune, and perhaps yes, that selfish
"uerhans," swept over her Avith over
whelming force, and the little criminal
crept back to her chamber, tlireAV her
self upon her couch, and there re
mained till her restless slumber Avas
disturbed by the sound of Cecil's foot
stops entering the studio.
She awoke Avith a start. He was
walking toward the easel. She dared
not go lo him; she Avould wait till the
first outburst of his passion had passed.
For a long time there was absolute
silence in the studio. At last, unable
longer to bear the suspense, she tim
idly opened the studio door and looked
in. All trace of the defiant insolence
Avhich made her so bewitching had
vanished, and she paused submissively,
awaiting the volley of reproof which
she felt she so richly deserved. In
stead of this, Cecil smiled at beholding
her and advanced to meet her, and she
f!t half afraid
"Ah there you are. ma cherle. Come
and see what some villainous hand has
"n. no." answered Ninette, still
questioning his sanity. "I cannot look
upon it. Oli. Cecil, you have driven
me mad with jealousy !" ...
vim it "ut null tciimv it. Every
knows it, aid you have nevT spoken
of thin In fir -e."
"Niv 'I could not lieav tn speaker
her, and I heard nothing of your talk
I do not tnderstand your English talk.
And 'now -oh, Cecil! Cecil! the picture
tho-vitainous hand M
Oh. yes! to be sure; I nearly forgot
the ploture Avith your vvild talk. I say,
Nlnvtte, Avhat a -ood thing 'The DaAvn
had been removed from the easel!"
"Ninette burst Into a loud laugh.
"Itemovcd? Say it ngain, Cecil! It
was removed, mid 'it Avas not her pic
ture that I "Oh, Avhat Avould you
'Then the painter realized for the first
:tlme what she had intended to do.
"You little vixen!" he said seriously:
'"did you do It, and did you mean to
spoil 'The Dawn?' Ah. black Indeed
would have 'been the dawn for me, my
little madcap! I came in late last
night and packed up 'The DaAvn' to
send aAvay, and set tins head on tue
easel the last thing before leaving the
studio. Ah, Ninette, you are really too
Ibit she was not listening. She knew
how to make her peace with mm.
New York 'News.
AVlmt t iuto t'ltun Hot.
or ail the fruits the plum is most
likely to overbear. It would do so
every year if the curcullo did not thin
it. As il is. it bears o heavily that it
makes a great drain on the vitality of
the tree, and also on its rapacity to
furnish the mineral elements required
to make the feeds. All stone fruits
have verv large seeds in proportion
lo their pulp- It is probnbly lack of
potasli and phosphates that makes
plums rot badly in the seasons when
the trees have set a crop that they
are unable to mature.
Ill rii)lrhin' irntlmutf.
Clioliy-"Iioctor. I want : '.!
for my head."
Dr. Grutily "My dear fell w
wouldn't take it for a gift."-Ju V.;
Ct Leaps Tour Stories.
A cat named Troubles, possessed by
Francis Bane, a political worker in the
Eighth Ward, has made numerous
friends. One morning Troubles Avas
purring on the avIihIoav sill of the
fourth floor of its home when it ob
served Kane on the sidewalk beloA
Espying its master, the feline uttered a
faint "meow"" and made the awful
leap. Somersault after somersault it
turned until it landed on terra hrma.
The hard asphalt pavement Avas too
much for the kitten's feet, and its right
foreleg Avas broken at the knee. When
Kane noticed Avhat had happened to
his pet he couldn't conceive' that the
cat had made the frightful leap. He
hurriedly ascended the stairs to ascer
tain if any cf his servants had been
cruel enough to throAV the cat out of
the wlndoAV. Upon learning that th
cat had made ths jump he carefully
conveyed it to the Jefferson Hospital,
where the feline had its broken limb ;
nut in s'llints. Since then the cat has
been carefully nursed and fondled.
Pbilad el ph ia Tel egr a ph .
Cure of Caiman.
As soon r.s carinas look ragged,' it it
time to take them up. If they are the
ncAvcr French varieties, the tubers, in
stead of I cing dried off and stored, as
in case of canna indica, should be
taken up with ns much of the earth
as Avill usually ding to them. The
tops should be packed together In a
shallow box, one layer deep, heads up.
if tiio mots nve bare, a little more
earth should be pressed tinder and
around them. The soil should never
become perfectly dry. The tubers
should lie labeled that there be no
confusion at planting time. As to
storing the tubers, place them in a cel
lar, or under the benches of a cool
greenhouse, where there is no drip,
and where the temperature ranges
from 40 degrees to 4,". degrees. They
should never be touched by frost, and
never exposed to furnace heat. Their
tendency is to rot even when all the
conditions seem favorable for keeping.
It is therefore advisable to examine
them from time to time through the
winter, and promptly remove any de
cayed portions Fred O. Sibley, In lho
Lady "You say you served through
the Spanish Avar. Was it in Cuba?"
Traiiip-"No, muni, in Juliet I'rison..
Mv- sentence happened to be going on
at dat time."-Chleago News.
Tito lte.it Hoy.
"What does Freddy like ti play?'
nsked the caller.
"Freddy," replied papa, "likes to play
whatever games his mother ami 1 de
cide are too rough for liim." Detroit
No lletter )fl.
"Poor Robinson! lie couldn't make
a living, and married a woman with
T,ut Isn't he all right now?"
"Hardly. She Is so close Avith it that
lie has to work harder than ever."
Tbo Tnco Tlmt Dzil.
Mrs. NcAvrieh-"Mercy! Samuel, is
it necessary that we c thirty miles an
Mr. Newrich-"But, Henrietta, if Ave
go slower people will say our auto
mobile cost only a thousand or so.
Gloomy Porcbodtnss. '
First Horse "And you really think
we're going to become extinct
Second Horse "I think so.
afraid the day will come Avhen
schoolboy's first composition will
begin, 'The horse ia a very v
A Kaby Bird Ten Feet From Tip to Tip.
George L. Stillwcll. Avho has just
returned from a trip to Santa Barbara
County, has brought back Avith him a
vounir bird of the giant condor family,
the largest species of birds in existence-.
The bird was captured after a most
thrilling and dangerous exp?nence.
Siillwell and a companion scaled a
lofty crag and engaged in a battle
Avith the mother bird. The parent bird
measured fifteen feet from tip to tip
of its Avingw, and both men suffered
many bruises. The young bird has
never learned to fly, and its wings are
not yet strong enough to bear the
weight of itis body. It measures ten
feet from tip to tip and is developing
Avell in captivity.
The parent of this bird is the only
one of the species known to exist in
the State. Its home is one of the wild
est spots in Santa Barbara County, a
crag in the heart of the mountains,
fifty-six miles east of Santa Maria
and midway between Bakersfield and
Santa Barbara. San I rancisco Chronicle.
A r.emarkable riant.
The searcher for Nature's floral
treasures along the banks of Cobb's
Creek, beyond West Philadelphia, is
amply repaid for his or her trouble in
Avadiiig through long grass to reach the
low, moist meadows these autumn
days, where the dense creamy white
honey balls of the button bush nod
among their glossy, dark green foliage.
Tills delightful flower emits a frag
rance that faintly suggests jassaminc
and seems almost tropical in its form
and perfume. To "little cushions full
of pins" some Avritev on flowers com
pares them, and, Avhile the comparison
is a very homely one, it is very sug
gestive just the same.
" To fullv annreciatc'the structural de
tails of this tioAver yon should examine
one of the buttons under the micro
scope. The ball Avill be found to be
composed of hundreds of tiny florets,
A rrnctlcal Test.
"Do you mean to say you would not
trust anybody who is not polite?"
"Yes," answered Mis:? Cayenne; "a
person to be trusted is one who does
not los? his head in an emergency. And
politeness is merely presence of mind."
Park Orator-" 'Aving said all I am
going to say on this point, I Avill return
to Avhat I was just coming to when I
was interrupted, and repeat Avhat I
Avas prevented from saying." Punch.
Doris "Yes, she Avas furious about
the way in which that paper reported
her marriage." '
Helen "Did it allude to her age?"
Doris "Indirectly.l It stated that
'Miss Okie and Mr. Yale were marrieS",
the latter being a Avell-knmvu collector
of antiques." Chicago NeAvg.
jpcaj. - '.Ti
An Kxpnrt Talk on Tips.
The "Colored Waiters' Chesterfield"
is a book on the duties and responsi
bilities of waiters. The author is John
B. Goins, an old-time Chicago waiter.
"A waiter should never place himself
in the position of expectancy in the
matter of receiving a tip," says Goins,
and should avoid approaching a guest
if he sees him in the act of drawing
change from his pocket. A waiter
should never pose as an object of pity
with a view to securing a tip. If he
deserves a tip, he should let the guest
feci Avithiu himself that he deserves ir.
Should a Avaiter receive a tip previous
to wailing on the guest, he should leave
it lying on the table and then do his
level best to earn it. A Avaiter should
never make any demonstration of grat
itude when receiving a tip beyond a
polite acknowledgment." New York
Strange, If True. :
Jones "This is a remarkable sort of
Smith-"What is it?" V
Jones "A thief ransacks a-, bureau
draAver and steals a purse Avithtwo
dollars in it and fails to overlook aoll,
containing two hundred dollars that
Avas lying right on the dress?!'!"
Not every minister has discovered
that the shortest Eermoa may Lava
the longest rcaca
each Avith a well of nectar in its nar
toav tube. These are so artfully placed
for the luring of insects that only those
fellows with long slender tongues can
obtain it with anything like facility.
The "pins" in the miniature "cush
ion" are the pistils. These are com
posed of parts knoAvn respectively as
the style, the stigma and the ovary.
The style is the central portion, the
stimna is the tin. and the base the
ovary. Before each minute bud
opened, all its pollen, the powdery
life-giving element of flowers, secreted
by the small bodies known as anthers,
was released upon the tip of the style.
so as to be in position to L'e removed
by the lirst insect alighting on the ball
of the bloom. After the removal ol
the pollen from the still immature
stigma by visiting inser ts this tip be
comes sticky, so as to receive poller
imported from neighboring button bal
Thus the flower prevents self-fertil
i'.ation by parsing through tyo stage:
firt male, then female. How Avonder
His Jliuiy Thougbtg.
"Don't you sometimes have
thoughts?" asked the Soulful Young
Thing, "that are absolutely unutter
able?" "I do, miss," answered the old poet.
"And (sometimes, Avhen I am digging
for a rhyme that won't come, I have
thoughts that are absolutely unprint
able." Chicago Tribune.
The Way of a Woman.
hate to be contradicted,"
contradict you," he
are these provisions
nbout this -ro.:-i fertilization !-
ri :-'.JIeiikia Record.
"Then I won
"You don't love me," she asserted.
"I don't," he admitted.
"You are a hateful thing," she cried.,
"I am," he replied.
"I believe you're trying to teas;1
me," she said.
"I am," he conceded.
"And that you do love me."
For a moment siie was silent.
"Yv'cll," she said, at last, "I d ) h.ite
a man who is weak enough t j be In",
by a woman. He ought to have a '
of his own and strength."
Ho sighed. What die could he c
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