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Sweetheart, when all the ways are trod. And green earth fades from view When my starved eyes shall look on God I shall look back to you! Sweetheart, If ever heavenly place Be given as life's due. Lonely and lost In all Its grace - X shall lcok back to you! Still shall I breathe the earth-sweet breath. , Though far from mortal view. Beat down the iron gates -of death. Sweetheart, and come to you! From the Atlanta Constitution. The Martins' Masquerade. BY KATE M. CLEART. iAuthor "A Lady of the Mountains." (Copyright 1901: by Dally Story Pub. Co.) ' "I never wanted bo much to go any where!" cried Evelyn. 1 Her aunt's lips closed In the straight and stubborn line which Evelyn knew boded grim determination. . "A masquerade is no place for a child!" she declared grimly. "A child! Do you know I'm going on eighteen! My mother was married before she was the age I am now. Aunt Augusta." Mi83 Mifflin looked up with a frown. ! "How often am I to remind you not to call me aunt?" she said in sharp, unrepressed vexation. "People hear ing you would think I was old really old! It is quite sufficient to call me Agusta." . "But if I call you Agusta," she pout ed, "folks will say you are my sister." Miss Mifflin turned quickly. "Sup- "posing they do! I'm sure we look alike. It was only the other day Mr. Partridge was laying he almost mis took me for you when he came la at dusk." "At dusk?" Eveiyn stole a parentblc glance at the mirror opposite. "Wasn't it after dark?" "You are an impertinent girl!" said Agusta Mifflin. "I'm almost sorry I ofTered to keep you with me this win ter while your parents went abroad!" - "I I'm eorry if I was impertinent!" apologized Evelyn. . Then she put her face down on the kitten's neck, and tried hard not to cry. She was disappointed and miser able too. She was the sole child of wealthy and adoring parents. She had known only city life. When It became necessary for her. father to cross the Atlantic to see about an estate which had been left him, he suggested tak ing his wife and daughter with him. But it was Evelyn herself who decided she would prefer to spend the few months of their absence at her moth er's old home in the liltle town of Garvin. "You've told me so much about It," she 6a id to her mother, "I can fancy what you had there when you were a girl. The dances, and. the sleigh rides, and the skating, and all the lovely "I never wanted to go nny place bo much in my life." times one can only have In a real o?d country home. As for Aunt Agusta, if she 13 anything - like you mamma mine, I'll love fcer dearly." Mrs. Barret's memories of her elder sister were flattering. She did not consider that years of isolation and solitary spinsterhood might have sap ped 'the joy of life and the capacity of pleasure from the mistress of Mif fiin Lodge. So it was with the con viction that her girl was about to p3S3 ,a safe, petted and delightful winter 'that she packed Evelyn's rich, gay garments, and kissed her good-bye. i If. as Mrs. Browning assures us, "Ten layers of birthdays on a woman's head are apt to fossilize her girlish "mirth." twice ten have a still more petrify ing effect. Then, Evelyn was Indis creet in timing her arrival. For the first time in many - a year Mis3 Mif flin had an admirer. He was stout, he was bald, he was asthmatic But he was a suitor or it was evident be meant to become one. Mis 3 Mifflin was revelling In his attentions, de lighting in his assiduous courtesies, and actually debating the choice of shades' for a bridal robe, when Evelyn. Barret appeared on the scene. Not that Evelyn would have looked at Mr. Paitridge. But Agusta noticed that Mr. Partridge sent many an admiring glance at the graceful young c.ty girl with the sparkling eyes, sweet, mock ing mouth, and m&sse3 of fluffy br.nze gold hair. Evelyn, found life in the conservative old house very dull. She wished many times a day she had gone with her parents. She was already counting the weeks until their return. In her heart of hearts she knew that the real reason she had not wished to accompany them was because el her absurd little quarrel with Rob Aylmer. She had been In fault, but ahe would not admit It. He kept proudly absent. She could not bear that the Atlantic should roll between them. She knew that hia sister liver la Garvin. When les came down to visit ber. as he did I frequently, she weald meet him, ana j their former happy companionship and affection would begin all over again. And now he was here! And he was to accompany his sister to the mas- j querade at the Martins. Invitations j had come tqMIss Mifflin and ber niece. And Agusta Mifflin had decided masquerades were sinful. "Didn't you ever go to one whei ycu when you were young?" she asked. "When what? I hope I have too much respect for myself to cover the face God gave me!" "Oh, dear dear!" lamented Evelyn. She whisked out of the room, got herself into her wraps, and started off to walk away her disappointment. The frozen snow was firm beneath her feet. A glorious sun set - the - frost white trees sparkling. The air was crisp and exhilarating. Just as Eve lyn turned out of the gate she met James Partridge coming in. A sudden wild hope made her pause and hold out her hand with much cordiality. "Mr. Partr.uge you're going to the masquerade, aren't you? Oh, do! It will be such fun! Ask Aunt Agusta to go with you!" Mr. Partridge was a trifle perplexed by ber eagerness the intensity of her interest. . He wa3 a good-natured old chap, and be promised to do as she wished. The audacity of his request almost took Agusta Mifflin's breath. But she was prodigiously flattered. It was a long time since she had been asked to go to a dance! The inten tions of Mr. Partridge certainly must be serious! Her scruples vanished in a flurry of excited anticipation. But there was Evelyn "Yes, on condition my niece knows nothing about it- I am responsible for her while her parents are In Europe." "I was hoping that Miss Evelyn might " Miss Evelyn, who had come back for a letter she had written and wished to mail, caught the sound of her name, and stood motionless. She had been on the point of leaving the library when Partridge spoke. " Not for the world! Nor must she think that I intend going. I shall go to spend the evening with my friend, Anne Spencer. You can meet me at her house, and from there we'll go to the Martin's masquerade. - 111 take my costume with me in a satchel. No, in deed, you shall not know what 1 am to wear!" She giggled in an arch and youthful fashion. "I am sure I can deceive you all the evening! My!, how dreadful it seems to go to a masquer ade!" And again Evelyn heard a juvenile giggle. The next day Miss Mifflin took a trip to her dressmaker's. Duting the week mat followed she was more alert and fidgety than Evelyn had ever known her to be. And when on the morning of the day of the ball a bulky package arrived for her, she darted upstairs with it in a maqner surprisingly agile. Her niece took calmly her1 announce ment at luncheon that she would have tea and spend the evening with Mis3 Spencer. After her usual siesta she took her departure. Evelyn looked smilingly after her as she walked briskly away carrying her satchel. And ten minutes later she sought the stable boy. "You bet!" replied that young man in reply to her question. He' grabbed the coin and note she offered him. and darted oft. Mr. Partridge remembered having heard something about It being a woman's privilege to change her mind, when ne read the missive. "Say its all right," he charged the boy. "I'll be at Mifflin Lodge on time." And he was there a good hour earlier than he had promised to meet Miss Mifflin at Anne Spencer's. But early though it was a tall, muffled figure was waiting had indeed opened the door for hint. "So you decided not to go to Miss Spencer's," he said, as he helped her into the carriage. "1 wish your niece were coining!" "Dear Mr. Patridge, I hope you are not regretting having ask " "So delighted to have the pleasure of your company! So grateful for the honor! But pardon me your voice sounds " "Such a dreadful cold!" whispered his companion huskily. Half way to the Martin's a cab dashed- by them. A face was visible at ths window. Partridge gave a grea start. "You are going to have a visit from a near relative, I think," he ventured. "That vehicle is apparently going to Mifflin Lodge. The lady pardon me looks like you. Ah we are almost there! May I claim the first dance?" "If you penetrate my disguise," she murmured. "If you recognize me!" There was a wig of luxuriant tresses in the box with the youthful coiiuma of Ophelia which Mis3 Mifflin had se lected. . This Evelyn did not require. She let loose ail her own lovely, shin ing locks, and when she went from the dressing room down into the thronged parlors, many turned- to look at the fair vision. For the gown. "a virginal white vesture. Loosely gathered at the throat." The flower-entwined hair and flower-laden arms of sweet Ophelia made .an entrancing picture. Who was she? The whisper went around. Her ident ity was unsuspected. It was a slender and knightly Hamlet who came for ward to claim the first dance as his due. "Evelyn," he whispered, "did you think I would not know you! Your walk and your beautiful hair. I've been so miserable! I wonder if you will forgive me! Hob, it was I who was to blame! And, strong in youth and love, sway ing off down the room in the mystical, musical - dance together. ' neither thought of James Partridge, diligently seeking for the gaunt form of Mia3 Mifflin and finding her not nor ct Agusta Mifflin herself digesting at home the truth of the adage that where there's a will there's a way! Kimbolton Cdstle. ( Special Letter.) Kimbolton castle, the splendid seat of the duke of Manchester, is one of the least known, though not one of the least InteresUng, of. the stately homes of England. To it are attached poignant memories of one of the no blest and most unfortunate of .Eng lish queens, and it is strange to think that a young American duchess will now be mistress of the noble rooms where Catherine of Aragon spent the last dreary years of her life. Kimbol ton Is said by some people to remind them of Hampton court. The original design probably early Tudor in its origin has almost disappeared. Sir John Vanbrugh having restored and beautified the building standing then by the wish of the first duke of Man chester; but he . wisely left the old courtyard, which recal's Wolsey's pal ace by the Thames, very much as it must have been in the day3 when Henry VIIL's first queen was given it as her dower house. . Treasure Boom of Art. The splendid pile of buildings Is surrounded by noble lawns and great trees indeed, it has been rightly said that everything about Kimbolton is arranged in the "grand manner." Even the corridors and anterooms are hung with fine paintings and treas ures of all kinds, and in the reception rooms are some of the most famous examples of continental and English art, worth their weight in gold. In KIMBOLTON CASTLE, the dining room, an apartment of no ble proportions, is the justly famed full-length "Cromwell," which recalls the fact that a Baron Kimbolton was one of the great Ironside's most fav ored generals. There also hang . a number of marvelous Vandykes and Holbeics. Many Bare PaTntlnge. The drawing rooms, which will doubtless now be restored to their pristine splendor, are hung with price less tapestries, which, in their turn, serve as background to family por traits belonging to all periods. These, of course, greatly differ in artistic value, though, from the historical point of view, there is not one of them but has some special interest; indeed, it is to be hoped that the young duke and his bride will not fall into the mistake made by so many modern owners of fine old places, who, follow ing the advice of their too zealous friends, banish all those of their an cestors who are either plain or ill painted to the garrets and lumber rooms. Fortunately, many of the por traits hanging at Kimbolton have an Intrinsic value Rubenses, KnallerB, Ho'.beins and Reynoldsas vying with THE DINING ROOM AT KIMBOLTON JUG (ON THE RIGHT) WHICH MUCH IN EVIDENCE. The Bone Is Kot Yet , a Back Number. The horse is not a back number. He Is, and always will be, very much in evidence. As long as man is man no mechanical Invention can take "the place of "man's noblest . conquest." This is the argument of the Independ ent and one to which people with red blood in -their veins will agree. . The Independent says: "Do you know of a boy who is fond of vigorous life In the open aid, who loves the fields where the meadow lark sings,who would hesi tate to exchange a bicycle for a live pony? The mastery of real flesh and blood, the control of a spirit as proud as his own, fascinates him and grati fies his ambition. Later the passion of the boy dominates the man. The ex cellence of the modern horse Is traced rto the Byerly Turk, the Godolphin 'Arabian and the Darley Arabian, about i each of which much fiction has been 'written. These horses possessed traits so strongly marked as to be trans emitted with a reasonable degree of cer tainty. When transferred from" the t scanty herbage of the desert to the gen erous pastures of England and bred .for a purpose these stallions estab lished a breed of admitted merit which nas Improved from generation to gen eration. Through racing tests weak Individuals : were eliminated and the Most Interesting English Houses, of each other in showing at their best departed members of the house of Montague; while at Kimbolton also is the finest known Vandyke of Charles L - . Peculiarly charming are some of the family groups, notably Pellegrini's de lightful painting of the children of the first duke of Manchester; while Reynolds presentment of the fourth duchess and her boy, as a very fully attired Venus and Cupid, is one of the most characteristic and graceful works of that great portraitist. JRaoan mt efetorleal Interest. - The rooms which have from time immemorial been set apart for the use of the reigning duchess of Manches ter bear many characteristic traces of their two most recent owners. The present duchess of Devonshire was very -fond of Kimbolton, and was inti mately acquainted with the great his torical traditions of the place. Con suelo, duchess of Manchester, as Lady Mandeville, was brought home to Kim bolton as a bride,- and; after her hus band's accession to the title, her ex quisite taste was free to disport itself in the delightful rooms which will now pass into the possession of the new duchess, who will do well to alter as little as may be the charming bou doir. . In Qaeen Catherine's Room. Queen Catherine of Aragon's room contains a number of fina palntlng3. including one of the queen herself; and some of the furniture which still adorns the stately apartment was un doubtedly in use at the time when Shakespeare, in some immortal lines, depicted the dream of the imprisoned queen -whom angels visited -at Kim bolton with messages of peace ' and comfort. Intimately associated "also with Queen Catherine is the quaint chapel where she spent so many hours of her lonely days praying in rain that the presence of her only child (after ward Queen Mary) might not be de nied her. And among other Interest ing relics of the Spanish queen's so journ and death at Kimbolton is a great chest, which seems to have been one ct her traveling trunks, and which, " owing, perhaps, to the fact that the poor lady took so few jour-! neys, is in excellent preservation; this interesting relic is placed at the bot tom of the grand staircase and always arouses much curiosity in the minds of fair visitors. Young Duke's Study. The room which the young duke of Manchester uses as his study was fit ted up by his grandfather, the sev enth duke. It contains a valuable collection of both - old and modern books and also some curious souvenirs of Napoleon HI., who was the late duke's intimate friend, one such mel ancholy relic being an ivy leaf picked by the emperor on the day which fol lowed the battle of Sedan. At Kimbol ton ' successive dukes of Manchester have gratified the family love of sport. In the white hall, often used by the seventh duke and by his duchess (the ent duchess of Devonshire) as a sit ting room, are some splendid sporting trophies. CASTLE, SHOWING LEATHER BELONGED TO CROMWELL. survivors strengthened the breed and firmly fixed the type. The thorough bred racehorse is generally recognized as a fundamental factor in-breeding, and It is not strange that he should be given first place in horse show and other competitions. Rysdyk's Hamble tonian, the great progenitor of the American trotter, was descended In the male line from a thoroughbred, and the leaven of the Orloff, the trotter of Russia, is thoroughbred blood. The in telligent use of this composite blood, breeding in and in for a purpose, has fixed the type almost as securely as the racehorse type is fixed and trotters are produced with unlofrmity." To Steer A arena Boreal la. A Danish expedition recently left Co penhagen for Finland to study the au rora boreal is. The principal station will be located at TJtsjokl. in North Finland, where the expedition will re main three months. The expedition has been dispatched under the auspices of Dr. Adam Paulsen, director of the Copenhagen Meteorological Institute. The party consists of Lieut. La Corn, leader; MM. Middilbo and Kofoed, physicists, and the artist. Count Herold Moltke. The American people are great theater-goers, and spend about 9112,000,000 annually for such amusements. A HORSE OF ANOTHER COLOR. She's just about the . sweetest little creature' That ever trod the earth. Patrician breeding glows in every feat ure. Attesting to her wortK. With longing wild and deep my bosom aching. I watch her on parade; - - Naught knows she of my ' hungry heart's awaking, . Nor cares I am afraid. Quite conscious of her transcendental beauty. Superb in every line. She passes.' and I nurse the . bitter . knowledge She never can be mine. Her eyes are like twin dusky JeweU burning " Beneath her raven hair. Her supple neck in every . pose and turning Shows grace beyond compare. She's not for me. Another man bas caught her A man most coarse of speech. Who knows her value now that he has got her. . And keeps her out of reach. "Yd give her up, but. say. I'd be a gilly." He said, "since she's so fine. -To take less than a thousand for that filly" ' She never can be mine.'. BIS CAUSE FOR COHPLAIXT. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer: The English soldier scowled at his Boer captor. "Hang It all 'he said. "I'm getting heartily tired of all this! What are you going to do with me?" "Going through you and then go ing to let you go," replied the smiling Boer. - "Confound it," cried the captive, "that ain't according to the rules of civilized warfare. Here you've gone and captured me five separate times. Every time you catch me you go through and take my gun and my'car tridge belt and my watch and my pocket knife. It ain't right. You ought to keep me awhile and let me get acquainted. It looks so deuced in hospitable to send a fellow packing as soon as he arrives. Besides, I hate to walk back every day or two. It gets so blamed monotonous, and it makes a fellow feel cheap." "Can't help it, said the Boer as he rapidly possessed himself of all of the Briton's movable personals. "Well, say," said the captive as he ruefully contemplated the spoliation, 'tjust tell me, won't you, what under the sun the reason Is that prompts you to send me back?" - The Boer pointed at the valuables that he bad just removed from the vrctim of war's uncertainties. Then be drew four watches from as many of his own pockets. After this he smiled. "As long as the catch continues so good," he said, "you can hardly fclame me for wanting to set you free again." THE ROSTAND CRAZE. "Jocko "Are you crazy. Jumbo?" Jumbo "No; I'm going to Mrs. Hip po's fancy ball as Cyrano de Bergerac!" ' CROWING BOLDER. "How comes it that young Simpkins, usually so gauche and silent in society, wears tonight this easy air or insouci ance and assurance?" "It is because he has just realized that the date is Dec 22 and he need no longer cudgel his brains - desperately for conversation openings. Behold him, after Introduction to the fair Miss Towaley, easily observing: 'The er days begin to er lengthen out, don't they?" Punch. NO CBAXCE FOR MOVOTONT. "No, said the lady from "Chicago, "I can't bear monotony. I have live lovely children, each one with a differ ent family name. Ton don't know what a comfort It la to try and trace in their interesting lineaments the re semblance to the various -members of my quintette of husbands. And just think! At each one of my weddings, save the first, I have been attended by a new infantile ring bearer! Isn't the idea lovely?" Cleveland Plain Dealer. MATRIMONIAL BARGAINS. " A customer (in the complete depart ment store) 1 notice so many couples taking the elevator for the thirteenth floor. Why are " The ribbon clerk They are- taking advantage of the special offer in the matrimonial department. Rev. Mr. Splicer is performing ceremonies today at half price. Brooklyn Life. TRICE OF THE JEWELERS. From the Detroit Free Press: "They are all alike," remarked the man com ing out of a Woodward avenue watch maker's, accompanied by a lady. "Who?" inquired his wife.. "Watchmakers." "How?" "I thought other cities maybe were n't quite like our small town in the wu uiu wicjteu west, put xney are, and more so. I take my watch, which, as you know, is a fine gold one, fully jeweled, costing $300, in to have a few FTUra mivnh IHtla'.a Vi . n n the boss time tinker gives me an old battered tin watch to carry In its place that makes me ashamed to look into the face of a reputable watch for weeks. In addition it excites suspi cion in the minds of my nearest friends when they see me take it out. and if I should die with that watch on my per son in a strange country the news papers would say: 'Judging from the watch found on deceased he must have come from Toledo. Now what I want to know is why don't jewelers have 'substitute watches to match their custodiers? That is to say.let the cus- .n.n i 1 , . f. , 1 J A mine the kind of a watch he is to carry until he gets his own again." But his wife couldn't tell him to save her life. A DIFFERENCE. .The parson (on a visit) And how long do you pray at night, my boy? The boy Winter or summer? CHRONIC KICKER First waiter That man over at the corner table is an awful kicker. Second waiter Yes, he comp'ained the other day because there were no pearls in his oysters. First waiter And now-he wants to know what we mean by removing the diamonds from the diamond-back ter rapin. Philadelphia Record. LITTLE SMILES. Briggs I hear you have been oper ating in Wall street. Griggs A great mistake. I've been operated upon. Harper's Bazar. Willie Pa, what's a fixed star. Pa (formerly an actor) A fixed star, I suppose, is one who gets his salary regularly. Philadelphia Press. ' Tess Miss Scrawney says she Just hates to go to the opera. Jess Yes. but what she means is that she can't "bare" to go to the opera. Father Neptune What's that howl of lamentation? The dolphin The swordfish is fighting mad because he couldn't kiss the mermaid. Cleveland Plain Dealer. r Fortieth friend (since breakfast) By Jove, old fellow, you've got a fear ful cold. What are you taking for It? Sufferer (hoarsely) Advice. New York Weekly. Bill the Bite Ever go through a railroad collision? , Jake the Jonah Naw, the best. I ever done was to go through the passengers after the col lision. Indianapolis Press. He Oh, yes; he s eloquent. But I can't' say I admired the whole of his speech. She No, his mouth isn't pret ty, but then it's partially hidden by his mustache." Philadelphia Press. Clara I wonder how Mattie came to marry" Fred Somerby. Bertha The most natural reason In the world. Fred had an overcoat that was a perfect match for Mattie's new gown. Boston Transcript. The artist That is by far the best portrait In your whole collection. Mr. Wacash You bet! Why, my wife and I are constantly quarreling over who should have him for an ancestor. Brooklyn Life. Young lady Give me one yard of why, haven't I seen you before? Shop assistant Oh, Maud, can you have for gotten me? I saved your life at the seashore last summer. Young lady (warmly) Why, of course, you did! You may give me two yards of the rib bon, please. Tit-Bits. , He (in his wrath) When I married you I had no idea what a fool .you were. She (in her equanimity) The fact that I was willing to marry you should have "removed all doubts oa that point. Boston Transcript. Sunday school teacher Where did the three wise men come from? Phil Adelphy (whose family had only re cently removed to Chicago) They came from the east. Sunday rchool teacher And why were they called "wise men?" Phil Adelphy Because, ma'am, they went back home again. Philadelphia Press. Italian macaroni is no longer made by band, but by machinery. Accord- 1 n Dritl.h , i . . - -..rT7s. about 70,000 cases of macaroni are an nually exported to England and 500,000 to the United States.