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Her HirE
By T. S.
Copyright, 1910, by A
Cranleigh Hume swung himself
ite the Manayunk car, thrust his
ufnb and forefinger into his waist
- pocket after the small change he
":'ly kept there, and found noth
"irrup!" growled the conductor,
;,bcing at the waiting line behind
he trim young fellow. The boy's
xan'r's rummaged nervously through
ro pockets.
-A-, here," snarled the bluecoat,
'fr'mng to beat your way for a few
kl'oks!" He jerked the bell violent
Y for a stop.
"i have nothing but this bill."
1s- a thrust into an inside pocket
L::d drew forth a twenty dollar note.
The car cauie to a grumbling stop.
The conductor was angry. "No, you
do'-.. You know I can't change a
uhle X. Don't have to. - Get off."
T'e young fellow hesitated, a flush
up his face into his closely
'ened hair. Two or three passen
r. were smiling at his dilemma.
.urned on his heel and stepped
nc- the night.
.4. the same moment a fat, white
aied, red-faced old gentleman
stnc;ed from the crowd on the car
,axorm. The car rushed away with
usual ascending whine. Cran
o:, found himself and companion
WQ-'ped in the midst of a row of
. JAllngs of uncompromising re
-- -tability.
"he young man stood for a mo
7 :-nt under an arc light, wondering
zuely into which house the old
:tleman would turn when, to his
:rprise, he spoke.
"Pretty rotten company, that."
Rather," returned Hume cautious
y. looking up and down the street
or the light of a drug store where
-c could get his bill changed.
"Don't bother," said the old man;
have some small change. We'll
- out Manayunk way together."
Iume glanced suspiciously for a
oment, but the broad comfortable
-ce and prosperous clothes were re
esuring. "Then why did you get
The old gentleman nodded em
*1atically. "Because you did. Bov
ril's my name. Elziver Boveril,
"Cdde p itleClse.
ne fth oeilcto mlso
nayCunk U man Litel Clo." .
.He oh thethoei cotton Iml nof
"Bauk Yo mvehavpoession."o
on'utae ughedu aplogesioal Youe
havlecus dage, Mr. Boe-yo u
ae." Thas o glman 's m lluars
sitke-Hone ised of'nae, aih
* iun man msl.
"GO, I ie to mn upe brigkher
Hmet hagt'to the reaon Itag nw
"eI am.' Inw whant toa es,"lad
'ntke Hupe. prfsina ie
have my daughter r Bellyhnk
n't knove wath a duger inMr
ineg." t oldicunlemas. Iased
wha3slietoshe taied -off i any-gh
"ISe sen them, thugtetmarke the
e-devi man. e:ln hrsds
Ohs soanyou! ow toe, hrn she
uld.I'eta her gettother tg and
enev sh crazy. Te i nm
"Ime don there, where that isomed
* tdume.oe tteodflo'
sed fac'ver ithe adrugc lteri
2xWhatugam Its rdious? ase
'weha, shen admied tout hin any-d
ht then toi shiguht dr-i wth
3.'I sooe you old he sikeu
an.I'hd twl.He Ioterand o
- itc tel hew she shouldnat drut
-rkasieadaina re shewl.Te ilverm
aboltion Can~ hr hr you cmey
'ta?" t d?
'Wlttwen shitd.ea"od
-'A't thntright ay dare-dwil sodah
d Suitor
sociated Literary Press.
light song ought to be a regular wild
west show, and a few words whis
pered In window lattice. a charge
up San Juan hill. Are you on-sal
ary twenty-five per week till the drug
clerk fades?"
"Twenty-five per," laughed Jiume
in amazement, "to court a girl?"
"Money's no object, Mr. Hume; I
want the work done. I wouldn't
quarrel about a lawyer's fee when he,
writes my will. '1.is Is like that.
Yonder comes our car. . We can't tali
this Inside. Is It a go?"
"Sure thing."
The two men boarded the car and
were flying on their way to Mana
yunk. They sat side by side, and Mr.
Boveril handed the blue coat a dime,
lifting two fingers. It takes some
think like three-quarters of an hour
to ride from the heart of Philadel
phia to Manayunk. Hume could not
forbear smiling at this whimsical ad
venture upon which he was engaged.
Auddeuly a thought struck him. He
ieaned over to the hectic ear of his
"Suppose I should-supose
Mr. Boveril turned and gave him a
steady look. "I'd get somebody to'
head you off."
"She must be young."
"Too young to marry."
"What age?"
The car fled on up past Fairmount:
park. There was a full moon in the:
sky that wove a pale filtering of light
over the massed trees. As they
passed the Wissahickon the tumbling
waters at the dam gleamed white and
managed to send a note of its bari
tone into the rattling car.
"A fine night for it," suggested;
Hume, his heart warming to his task..
Mr. Boveril nodded, pulled out a
fat gpld watch. "Nearly eleven. That's
not very late. You might borrow al
guitar from somewhere. I'll listen
to you a little bit to see how you
perform. After tonight let me know
when you're coming around to sing,
and I'll stay away at the club. I'm
not much on' music."
"Sure," replied Hume easily; "neith
er am I. I used to sing in iny board
ing house until the gentleman below
came up one night and offered to
throw me out. You understand, he
just took a fancy to do something for
me, just as you did. I stopped, how
ever, not wanting to put him to any
Mr. Boveril smiled. 'We get off- at~
Lh net ore,"' he said.T
The Boveril mansion was located on~
a hf~side in lManayunk over toward
Roxhorough. It stood white and
stateiy in the soft light on a terraced
lawn, up which clambered many
flights of marble steps. Hume caught
a breath of admiration at the pile,
which was not wasted on the owner.
"'Tis pretty, Isn't It?" he said, "and
to think that wasted on a drug clerk
-she's my only child." The old fel
low's voice shook a little. "I wish I
could buy her half a dozen drug
clerks unt il she got tired of 'em."
As they walked through the streets
of the siuburb Hume visited matny of
the despired drug stores until he hit
upon a guitar that -could be had.
-Armed withi this the two plotters ap
proachend the mansion.
When they had climbed the third
terrace, Mr. Boveril took a seat on an
iron settee, and looked at the summer
moon while his accomplice stole
around to the designated window for
his work.
Presently Mr. Boveril heard ,a
thrum of chords and then a rather
pleasant tenor voice singing ."Cuddle
Up a Little Closer," an air then run
ning in a popular musical comedy.
"What a night," murmuired Mr.
Boveril, "and his voice Isn't bad.
though it seems to me I've heard It
before somewhere."
Within the heavy window frame a
girl's head appeared with the first
notes, "Oh, Cranleigh," she whisper
ed, "you must go away, darling. I'm
expecting Pop home a'ny minute "
But Cranleigh's arms were about
her shoulders. "He's already here.
down on the third terrace, listening
to me sing."
"What. Cranleigh," she whispered
in astonishment. "How did you get
away from the <lrug store?"
Cranleigh explained, struck his
guitar again, and once more Mr.
Boveril heard the lilt, "Cuddle up a'
little closer. lovey mine, lovey mine."
This time it was in duet, and Mr.I
Boveril wondered.
- igs lv Hand.
Jit is rnot generally known that King
George's custom of appearing with
his right hand gloved and the other
bare has its origin in something more
than a mere whim of fashion. The
wearing of a glove on the right hand
by a monarch is a distinct survival of
the days when the sovereign's touch
was held to be a certain cure for all
kinds of diseases, especially scrofula.
in the days when at certain dates
it was customary for hundreds of sick
inen and mendicants of all kinds to
be laid out in the courtyard of royal
palaces awaiting the healing touch
of the "anointed of the Lord" mnon
archs found it necessary to wear a
uove in order to escape infection.
Thus arose the habit which durinp
:uwdern titues has passed into a mere
fa of fashion, the significance of
which has long been forgotten by the
A shining pool ball, thrown with the
tccuracy of Mathewson "putting one
>ver," put an end to a fight in a Pitts
)urg pool room the other night. The
well-aimed shot broke the right fore
irm of Julius Roseberg, aged 23, of
L034 Vickroy street, and landed Wil
[iam Kelsky, aged 18, of 707 Wylie ave
ue, in the Center Avenue police sta
ion. Detectives Dillon and Morgan
;ere the arresting officers.
The pool ball that placed Rosen
)erg hors de combat was not the only
ne that left the table in the billiard
iall. For a few minutes the air was
rowded with them and the manager
>f the place spent nearly an hour
earching for a "fifteen ball" after the
ght was over. It was finally recover
d from a cuspidor into which it had
aromed during the argument.
!/ . .
Duel With Pool Balls.
No person seemed to know what
aused the scrap. Rosenberg and
Kelsky, who were believed to be
riends, were watching a game of pool
when one hit the other. Who struck
the first blow nobody seemed to know,
nd they didn't want to see who scored
next. All the pool balls available
were seized by the combatants, and.
placing several tables between them,
they opened fire. From the street the
crowd gazed in through a window at
the unique battle. According to wit
nesses, neither fighter scored until
Kelsky, who Is said to have some rep
utation as a diamond star, threw an In
curve which caught Roseberg in the
right.forearm. Rcseberg tooh the
ount, and the crowd followed the de
~ectives back to the pool room and
elped the manager gather up the
Offending Headgear Obstructed Ne
braskan's View of the Stage and*
I-e Lands-on the "Lid."
Omaha.-Judge Bryce Craw ford of
the Omaha police -court has suddenly
juped Into popularity by reason of
one of his decisicns. Harry Euckley,
a young man about town, was at one
of the theaters and occupied a seat
directly behipnd a young woman, who
wore a hat that carried1 a brim fully
two feet wide, hiding the stage from
Buckley and the psersons to his right
and left. Leaning over, Buckley said:
"Will you please remove your hat,,
o that I can see the pla:.?"
The girl answered back that, she
had "paid for seeing the show and
didn't prop~ose to be insulted."
Instead of calling an usher. Buckley
struck the hat and sent it spinning
Off Went Her "Lid."
several feet away. Buckley was
placed under arrest, charged with dis
turbing the peace.
When the case came to trial Judge
Crawford held that Ih there was any
disturbance it was caused by the own
er of the hat and that her big"id
ws out of liace in the thleater
uckley was discharged.
Pig "Kidraps" Bear Cubs.
Selins Grove, Pa.-When John Wel
Ie a farmer of Summit Vi~ag". rear
her". entered his barnyard in the
mornng .- ~assurprised to discover
hat his prize scw had adopted two
bear cu:b;. Near by was te mother
bear. ap)parenly:: i ndifereat over the
fact that t':e cabs Ladi forsa~ken her.
Remarkable Story of Her Life With
the Nomadic Band Whose King She!
Married-Was a Descendant of
Francis Scott Key.
Cincinnati, 0.-Jessie Habersham
Mitchell, wife of J. H. Mitchell, king
of the Romany gypsies, who, it beJ
came known, was the daughter.of H.
G. Habersham, a wealthy Baltimore!
banker, and a great-great-granddaugh
ter of Francis Scott Key, author of
"The Star Spangled Banner," died
here recently.
The discovery that the gypsy queen
was a scion of one of the oldest fami
lies in Maryland created a sensation
in St. Louis some time ago. Detec
tives and agents who were sent by
the woman's relatives and who tried
to get her to return to a life of lux
ury and ease, failed to impress her.
She said she preferred the life of a
According to the death-bed story,
told by Mrs. litchell at the hospital
in Cincinnati, she was stolen from her:
home five years ago by a band ofi
gypsies and sold to one of the tribe1
for $900.
During all this time her father
spent several fortunes in searching
for his daughter. Last April she was
located in St. Louis, but the search
was all in vain. Jez-ie had become
innured to the life of the nomad and
refused to shake off its fascination
and lure, despite the prayers of her
relatives. Her mother died several
months after her abduction.
During the first few years she was
held in bondage and not allowed to
communicate with her father. The
tribe would quietly leave a neighbor
hood whenever she was suspected of
having made any attempt to get in
totich with her own world. Accounts
of her-abduction and the endeavors of
her parents to trace her, which ap-;
peared in the newspapers, she wasi
compelled to read to all the gypsies. i
Later she was woced and won by'
King John H. Mitchell'Vpd marrie
Th-e Gypsy Queen.
him. Whi'e in camp with her band
of rovers somhi of St. Louis she made
a small fortune from the curious so.
ciety girls who took the long journey
to the gypsy tent to- see the white
queen. Like the women of her band,
she was learned in the art of telling
Cincinnati folks were apprised of
the strange life of the American gypsy
queen only after her death. Her con
lession of her career to the Sister Su
perior of the Seton hospital was the
channel through which her story be
came public. She told the sister that
she was not allowed her freedom une
til she really became infatuated with'
the life led by the roving people.
Mrs. Mitchell was a great-grand
daughter of Mrs. Marie Lloyd Key,
one of the most famous beauties of the
South; grand-niece of Roger B. Taney,
the Justice of the Supreme court;
cousin of Lloyd Lowndes, a former
governor of Marf'lanid: great-great
grandniece of the first postmiaster gen
eral of the United States, and niece
of a commander in the United States
Gets $10,0C0 if Sober Three Years.
New York.-If Andrew L. Colvin of
Brooklyn takes a seat on the "w~ater
wagon"' and is still there when he
reache's the age of forty, which means
asinence for' a; least t,hree years, he
will become the sole owner of a $10,
iY: estate left by his mother, Mr's.
St:sanl Colvin. If he falls he wiil get
Only the imterest on the estate during
his lifetime.
Mrs. Colvin's will was filed in the
Kings county surrogate's office and it
contins a long clause providing for
her son to inherit her estate if he is
lending a life of sobriety at the age
of forty and has not been under the
iiuen'fce of intoxicants for the previ
ous thrce years.
Hiccoughs Kilis Pa's'or.
Laghn, retired \Myhodi;st Protrs
tant ministeri of !-'lmnar, wh af) ~ ter an
atac-k of hiccoughs lasti: fou da Iys,
on the brain dce;eeps a a"rs""
the hiccotig! ing and ~e'r e.:rica
When Papa Hears t He
Son to Grab Gir
The only son had just anno
the family his engagement.
"What, that girl!" remarked h
mother. "Why, she squints."
"She has absolutely no style," com
mented his sister.
"Red-headed, isn't she?" asked
"I'm afraid she's flighty," was grand
ma's opinion.
"She hasn't any money," said uncle.
"And she doesn't look strong,"
chimed in the first cousin.
"She's stuck up, In my opinion," as
severated the second cousin.
"She's extravagant," was the opin
Ion given by the third cousin.
"Well, she's got one redeeming fea
ture, at any rate," remarked the only
son, thoughtfully.
"What's that?" chorused the charit
able band.
"She hasn't a relative on earth."
Papa had not yet spoken, but now
he did.
"Grab her, my boy, grab her," he
The Great Art of Dying.
To die without rebellion and without
weakness is the masterpiece of a man.
A mountain guide-whose name the
London Daily Mail does not mention
in narrating the story of his heroism
with two others, was leading a party
over one of the most dangerous passes
of the higher Alps.
The men, as is usual, were tied to
gether by a long rope. As they scaled
a wall of ice they slipped on the
edge of a frightful chasm. The guide
was at the end of the rope.
Without his weight there was a
chance for the others to regain their
footing; with it, his experienced eye
told him, there was none. With in
stant courage he drew his knife from
his belt and said quietly to the man
next him:
"Tell mother how it happened, Ed
He cut the rope and fell, never to be
seen again.
New York and Philadelphia.
She was a beautiful and statuesque
blonde who had changed her residence
from New York to this city and se
cured a position as stenographer in
the offices of a staid, dignified citizen
of good old Quaker descent On the
morning of her first appearance she
went straight to the desk of the boss.
"I presume," she remarked, "that
you begin the day over here the same
as they do In New York?"
"Oh, yes," replied the boss, without
glancing from the letter he was read
ng. -
"Well, hurry up and kiss me then,"
w ',A1;1e startling rejoinder, "I want to
get tlyswork."-Philadlha l
Take the Old standard tinovB'ri TASTELESS
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Tho formula is plainly printed on everr bottle,
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At the Door.
"Yes, my mind is made up. Tonight
I shall ask her to be my wife. B3-b-y
Jove, I h-hope she's out!"-Woman's
Home Companion.
Stop guessing! Try the best an'd most
certain remedy for all painful ailments
Hamlins Wizard Oil. The way it re
lieves all soreness from sprainr, cuts,
wounds, burns, scalds, etc., is wonderful.
It is often a shorter way, and more
useful, to fashion ourselves to others
than for them to adjust themselves to
us.-La Fontaine.
Hicks' CArmnE Is the best remedry-re
lieves the aching and feverishness-cures the
Cold and restores normal conditions. It'-s
liquid -effects immediatly. l0c., 25c., and 50c
At drug storea.
A collapsible conscience may be
more comfortable than an ingrowing
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Dr. Pierce's Pellets, small, sugar-coated.
easy to take as candy, regulate and invig
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You possess only as much faith as
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Mrs. Winslow'S Sootnamg syrup for- Children
teethinri. softens the guma, reduce's inflamma
tion, allays pain, eures -,rad colic. 25c a 'ottle.
The b!g fences are not always
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Itch Cured in 30 Minute's by Woolford's
SantaryLotion.Never fai.... At druggists.
The trouble hunter always bags
game. .
s3.00 $3.50& $4.00 SH
BOY s' SHOES, $2.00. $2.50 AN $30.oo
The benefits of free hides, If I ce
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It 'has made w. L. Douglas sh a hmeneholdi
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For Lorn'-I have loved and lost.
Jack-Well, don't complain; you
haven't a mother-in-law on your bands.
The Significant Wink.
"I think," said the weary stranger,
"that I'll go somewhere and take 40'
The hack driver looked puzzled.
"What's the trouble?"
"I was wondering whether you
wanted me to drive you to a hotel or.
a drug store."
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4. -Y
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As a rule a few doses of Muny
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prevent pneumonia. It relieves the head.
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little sugar pellets can be convenietly
carried in the vest pocket for use at any
time or anywhere. Price 25 cents-at any
If you need Medical Advice write to
Munyon's Doctors. They will carefully
diagnose your case and give you advice
by mail absolutely free. Adress Pro
Munyon. 53d and Jefferson Streets, Phfl&
dlphia, Pa.
Don't Wait
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