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THE TUCUMCA.1M NEWS
The now $20 sold certificate is said
to bo extremely hard to counterfeit.
Unfortunately li i.s also hard to get.
Of course M. Witte's courtesy to his
Jewish visitors was not tempered by
the fact that most of them were hank
ers. Philadelphia may vote Its dead men,
but there is ample evidence that it
does not put them on its baseball
The harvard professor's discovery
puts one vexed question forever at
rest. The moon Is not made of croon
Walt till the football hero comes on
the scene and then see how much ice
the star pitcher and the ring "athlete"
Small waists, according to the fash
Ion authorities, are to be "the rage."
Plump sister, lace up with the fashion
Professors may require measure
ments to determine who is beautiful,
but most people can do the measuring
with their eyes.
Astronomers all agree that the moon
has become thoroughly dried since it
was scooped out of the place where
the Pacific ocean now is.
We all know what kind of a time
the sailors on the steamship Montrose
had when 200 monkeys and forty par
rots broke loose from their cages.
Some Englishman thinks there are
too many Americans in London. There
is, however, no complaint of a super
abundance of American money there.
The New York World suggests that
we be kind to burglars. If they can
find anything valuable in our house
we are willing to share it with them.
It Is explained that the New York
woman settlement worker who danced
In blue pajamas for the gentlemen is
CO years old. She certainly acted like
Blame the earthquake on the sun
spots, if it is any consolation to you.
But have you stopped to think the
sunspots may be caused by the earth
quakes? A "London cable dispatch says the
prices of sables have been nearly dou
bled, but unless there is an upward
movement id "imitation seal" most of
us will not worry.
The number of cigars manufactured
In this country last year is given as
7.689,337,207. We are glad those last
seven were included, for we think we
know where they went to.
Life, according to John Oliver
Ilobbes, is becoming hard and serious,
and we need humor as a relief. Yes,
and something in the way of comfort
to enable us to enjoy humor.
How would you like to be Mr. C. T.
Crocker only son of the late Califor
nia millionaire, who reached his 21st
birthday last week, and now comes
into his inheritance of ?G,000,000?
Despite the fact that peace has been
declared, Godzyndani, Manchuria, is
dying hard. Godzyadani looks so
tough, despite familiarity, that we
elall feel lucky if It is finally killed
Young man, when yofir father says,
"When I" was your age I never had
half as easy a time as you have," lie
Is usually repeating what ho heard
when ho was your ago. Chicago Tribune.
1 1 'it right
Hollister controlled himself by a
powerful effort. Ills face looked in
most blue in its deathly pallor, and
his Hps seemed stretched In a taut
lino across his teeth. There wore
black, Indented circles under his eyes,
doubly accentuating the tense, un
yielding bitterness that broke through
their studied restraint. He was stand
ing with one elbow, pressed against
the sharp edge of the mantel-shelf;
In this position, he had been staring
fixedly at his wife's perfectly impas
sive face for fully half an hour.
"Is your decision final?" he asked at
"I have said so."
"Von, then, in so many words, give
me carte blanche to hunt this fellow
down and "
She interrupted him with an em
"Hadn't you better reconsider? You
know what I mean when 1 say that I
"I perfectly understand, Edgar. But
my mind is unalterable."
Hollister sneered. "Of course. Your
attitude is thoroughly transparent to
me. You feel confident enough of
your ability to protect this scoundrel
and yourself "
The look on his wife's face stopped
him. "It is unnecessary to prolong
this," she said, rising, "you have la
ken your attitude, which you assert
is final, and I I have done the same.
.Inst one last word: If you ever find
out that you have made a grave mis
take, the time will bo too late. I
shall not ask you to honor mo with
your trust again; once is sulllcieiu
nay, superfluous as Has boon demon-
stratod. Had you seen fit to listen to
mo for one moment in reason and
faith everything might have boon dit-
ferent. But when, on the other hand.
you chose to insult mo (from the be
ginning), and unheard, why thou wo
must both submit to the inevitable.-
She swept past mm as sue hnisnoti
speaking, and laid her hand on the j
But Hollister intercepted her, tak
ing her roughly by the arm. "I will
give you one more chance to prove
and establish your innocence in my
eyes," ho said quiveringly. "Who was
the man, Beatrice?"
The woman's faco did not change a
fraction, except perhaps, to grow a
"Is your decision final?"
shade whiter and a shade more deter
mined. "I cannot toll you," she said.
"You will not tell me."
"Very well, then, if that is moro
agreeablo to you; I will not."
"I saw his faco once, remember, and
the day will como when both you and
he will regret most blttorly that"
; 'Wo over lived? Doubtless. Tho
day is already hero." Sho shook off
his hand and pulled open tho door,
i Hollister followed her out into tho
Dally Stoiy 1'ulv '.
corridor. "There's one tiling more,
ho insisted. "I linvo hold this back till
the last, hoping that you might coma
to your senses without so violent an
"If you still persist in your present
course, by this time to-morrow, I shall
have to ask you to leave my roof."
Beatrice Hollister seemed to sway,
almost imperceptibly for an Instant,
and a strange light flashed in her
eves, but she controlled herself mag
nificently, and acknowledged the
throat with a w.ary shrug; ho should
never know, as loan as they both
lived, that he had stabbed her to the
Hollister went, back 10 the library
and threw himself dejectedly into a
chair. Some of his anger had begun
to wear off and give place to a miser
able sense of depression and guilt.
In all the years of their married life,
she had not once given him cause for
suspicion or distrust until yesterday.
And that she had given him no small
cause on that occasion, ho could not
i ,miht. There was the evidence of his
own eyes to damn her and she hail
! donied nothing. She had only as
J sorted her innocence of wrong, abso
lutely and emphatically, but in the
very face of contrary proofs. He had
soon i ho man put ills arm about her
and kiss her; he had board the en
dearing words lie used, and those
spoken in reply. That was all, but
certainly it. was enough to justify the
course ho had pursued. Bur perhaps,
after all, had he approached her loss
Insultingly, there might h: vo been u
i.ouor (.-banco of learning the truth,
j ulM. manner, belligerent enough at
Hist, had gradually grown to impress
), with an undeniable sense of his
(nvn shortc omlng and her rightful
j (.aim to consideration Still, she had
, i,iu,0,i ),m for lack of faith, while
most positivilv exhibiting it herself!
A clock somewhere striking nine,
roused him from his reflections. He
rose abruptly ami turned out tho gas.
Afterward, ho saw that the front door
was .securely bolted, and then went
slowly upstairs to his apartments. At
tho door of his wife's bedroom, he
paused a moment and listened. There
was not ti sound, so lie supposed she
must have retired. He moved away
a few steps, then, impelled by some
unexplainable motive, lie turned and
went back again, tapping softly against
tho panel of the door. There was no
response, and he pushed it open slight
ly and glanced about, the shadowed
apartment; no one was there. With
a terrible souse of foreboding, he
entered noiselessly. The drawers and
closets had all been ransacked, and
a general air of desertion prevailed.
Hollister sank down in tho nearest
chair, and buried his face in his
hands and groaned. Once ho looked
up and about him in sudden fright;
the miserable emptiness of the room
terrified him beyond meusure. Now
that she was gone, a thousand differ
ent solutions of what he had taken as
ineontestlble proofs of her guilt, Unsh
od into his brain. He started up from
his chair, as though under a lash, and
lighted three of the five gas-jets.
Tho first tiling that met. his glance,
was a tiny white note, pinned to the
cushion on her dressing-table. Ho
unfastoned it with shaking lingers,
and smoothed out tho paper.
"On tho ovo of my departure, and
after thinking over everything, I have
decided that after all, I probably owe
you some sort of explanation of the
oi her night. Tho man was my father
Ho escaped from prison last week
and appealed to mc for help. Not
withstanding the circumstances, I did
not -could not refuse. Ho has gone
avvoy now, and I never expect to seo
him again. When you confronted mo
with your terrible accusation, the only
thought I had then was fear for my
father. I had promised him under
solemn oath to tell no one not even
you of his escape. Poor old man.
Ills life has been a fearful one, and I
am afraid ho has been far raoro
sinned against than sinning.
You cannot blame mo now, Edgar?
Your lack of trust lias wounded mo
beyond description; it. has driven mo.
broken hearted from your homo. It
you had only trusted mo a little while
-things might have boon so different!
But by your own request, I am pass
ing out of your home and life for
The note slipped from Holllster'a
hand and fell, unheeded, on the lloor.
For a long time ho stood straight
and motionless as n statue, the dead
while of his face offsetting the bril
liancy of his eyes to an almost un-
In the abandonment of despair,
canny degree. When his strength
came back, ho moved mechanically
over to a chair and dropped heavily
into it, Hinging out. his arms across
a table in the abandonment of despair.
Presently, the touch of something
small and soft and tremulous on his
hair, brought him back to conscious
ness. He started up, half-dazedly. His
wife stood looking down at him with
a light in her eyes that thrilled him
through and through.
"Edgar," she said, in a little weak,
pitiful voice, "I 1 forgot something.
I had to como back."
"You forgot something. I don't
can I help you?" he blundered out,
struggling to his feet, and wondering
stupidly whether he were still asleep.
"What did you forget?" he asked,
battling for self-control.
"I why why it was it was you,
Edgar!" she sobbed, yielding herseir
hysterically to his outstretched arms.
A Boston woman, after selecting
some embroidery in one of the big do
part men l stores, discovered that she
had not money enough with her to
pay for it. Sho had never opened an
account in this particular shop, and
it was therefore agreed that the clerk
r.hould put the goods aside until tho
next day, when the purchaser should
como for It with cash in hand.
When the woman returned t lie day
following to get her embroidery sho
could not remember which of tho
saleswomen had waited upon her.
After puzzling over the matter for a
moment, however, she approached ono
who looked vaguely familiar and ask
ed. "Am I the woman who bought
some embroidery here yesterday?"
":s'm," replied the' girl, stolidly,
and turned to get It. -Youth's Com
panion. Need for Hindoo Women Nurses.
The only doctors admitted to tho
rooms of sick Hindoo women aro tho
women of low caste, who aro the most
ignorant of nurses, and tho result in
seen in the appalling number of crip
plod, maimed and distorted children
in India. English women have opened
a hospital In north India, where forty
Hindoo women are being taught to be
physicians, nursoR and surgeouH.