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(It's shii'less folks that stays in bed), . Douse my face in good cold water. Sorter clears the eyes an head. Milkin's done an' horses 'a harnessed. '.Fraid they'll all get over-het. Way the sun shines on that cornfield 'S goln' to be the hottest yet. I'll fill the keg with right cold water An set It in some shady spot. It'll taste most powerful cool in" When I get so awful hot. How them shovels stir the weeds tp! Makes the heat rise from the dirt. Got my shoes plum full of cornstalks. Ain't a doin a thing but hurt. Calves are callin for their mothers Reckon all my work is done. Stars are shinin mighty purty An' the moon's done killed the sun. Dlvernon, 11L Lawrence T. Dresser. The Fletcher Affair. BY EDNA S. BRAINERD. (Copyright. 1901. by Daily Story Pub. Co.) We were sitting at table over cur coffee and cigars when Bob Tremont asked, "What ever became of Theodore Fletcher?" "Haven't you heard?" "Heard?" echoed Tremont, "Why, no; you must remember that I have been sweltering In the Interior of Cuba for the past three years and that I have heard nothing, and with the exception of you fellows whom I met by chance this morning, I know noth ing of the doings of the old crowds whatever." "Tell Tremont the story. Henry," said Charlie Yates turning to me. I watched the brandy burning on the spoon in my cup and as I felt in just the mood, I told the story. "You remember Eleanor Metcalf? Well, after you left her popularity increased, although it really seemed that she,, would, never lose her heart to any one of the numerous hangers-on who courted her and nattered her and tried to win her love and her father's mil lions. "As you already know, Theodore Fletcher came to town to settle up the Mercantile Bank affair. He had no sooner arrived than he was sought by all the clubs and societies and was re ceived into the most exclusive of homes in fact, he became a sort of Chesterfield to all the girls and women in our set, gained the respect and ad miration of the older business men and was the most popular man in town. "Eleanor Metcalf had received a college education, and two years abroad had given her a traveled air; there wasn't a man in town .who would not have thrown himself at her feet, even had she been a seamstress or gov erness instead of the spoiled child of fortune that she was. She was really so dainty, so pure, so beautiful I was In love with her myself, and some times think I can never love any other woman on earth. "Well, someone took Theodore to call on her one evening, and the mis chief was done. ' He fell head over heels in love with her and she with him. Of course, all the other fellows pulled out of the race, and we watched the society columns each morning to see the announcement of Eleanor's en gagement to Fletcher. "After Fletcher had been one of us for perhaps seven or eight month, there was a hop at the country club, and while each one of us made bold to engage the company of the proud El eanor, each was in turn sweetly told by her that she "was awfully sorry, but she could not accept she was go ing with Mr. Fletcher.' "About this time Edward Metcalf, the only son, and in whom old Met calf's hopes were centered, was ex pelled from Yale and coming, home was placed in the bank under the su pervision of Fletcher. Strange to say, he never liked Fletcher and was more than once heard to say at the club things that were insinuating and de rogatory to Fletcher's chararVer. He walked up to Eleanor. Toung Metcalf was not popular him self; he was rather weak, and his hab its were none of the best. "The night of the hop, Eleanor came In with Fletcher rather late. I think I never saw her so beautiful and so regal; there was a look in her eyes that I ; would have given my soul to know had been inspired by ne, and I'll , venture there wasn't a fellow- in the room who had not the same feeling. She danced with each and every one of us, but her eyea followed Fletcher, and she seemed sweeter and more far- off from us than ever. "It was about twelve o'clock, just aa war dancing the last danoa before going into supper, when I saw a tall, ' uark stranger standing in the door I looking about the room. Finally his eye caught Fletcher's and I remember how Fletcher led his partner to a seat I and walking up to the stranger spoke I to him in low tones. J "After a few moments conversation Fletcher continued the dance. When it was over, he walked up to Eleanor, who was surrounded by a little court of. admirers and drawing her to one side he said: " "I am sorry, but news has just reached me of some important work at the bank that must be attended to at once. Would you mind very much go ing home now, or will you prefer going later with some friends.' "We did not know at the time what he said to her, but we saw the sweet light in her eyes as she answered him and presently hooded and cloaked she left the dance with Fletcher. "Ther tall, dark stranger sat on the box with the cabby, and as it was a long way out to the Metcalf home from the country club, it must have taken them a full hour to reach it. What they said, what they talked about on the way no one of us will ever know. But when they reached th door, Fletcher ' handed her a great bunch of roses and bade her good-night. ' "The next day the papers were filled with the story of the defalcation of Theodore Fletcher, the receiver of the Mrcantile Bank. 'He had been the people's idol,' the papers said, 'and he had fallen from the pedestal on which be had stood and which t-d been erected by the people.' Edward Met calf was brought cn the stand at the trial and testified against Fletcher. At the club he said, 'I told you so.' and his most scathing remarks were di rected toward Fletcher's action at the dance. 'Just to think,' he said bitter ly, 'of a thief having the nerve to take my sister home as if nothing had hap pened, and daring to ride home with her with an officer on the cab." "T7e were all too excited to say much, and yet we all admired, secret- It was Eleanor Metcalf ly, the tact and delicacy which Fletch er had shown in the manner in which he had taken his arrest. "Fletcher was sentenced to two years' hsrd labor; Edward Metcalf re mained in town, swaggering and threat ening what he would do to Fletcher on hi release, and Eleanor went abroad with her parents. "The world soon forgets these things and after a few months it was talked of no more. I "One day last spring I had occasion to visit the penitentiary at Kewanee. j While there I thought of Theodore! Fletcher and asking to see him, I was shown into his cell. I found him read- j Ing Lea Miserables in the original French; his hands were white and his nails were polished to a nicety that any soc'.ety belle might envy. "H ereeted me with the nm old Chet-orfieldian manner with just a ' touch of frigidity, I fancied, and it! stung me to notice that he did not once speak of Eleanor although 1 should have felt it sacrilege for' him to have mentioned her name; Eleanot whom he had Boiled with the gossip of having been her sweetheart. "Finally disgusted with his evident sang froid, I left him, and as I went down the narrow corridor that led to the entrance, I met a woman coming swiftly down the hall towards me. She turned her face from me as I passed her. but I saw that it 'was Eleanor Metcalf; Eleanor Metcalf, whom every one believed to be in Eu rope; Eleanor Metcalf, the cold, the proud; the pure. "I was stunned for a moment, and even when I reached the fresh outer air and suashine, I was still bewildered and thought that I must have been dreaming. Yet I could not mistake that regal figure, that proud poise of the head, those beautiful eyes. "After a stiff drink or two I tried to forget, and from that day to this I have never mentioned the subject be fore, t . "It seems strange that this topic should have come up today, for the morning paper tells of the suicide of young Edward Metcalf. "Three months ago Theodore Fletch er was released from prison: two weeks afterward Eleanor Metcalf mar ried him and they went west to live: can't yoa fellows deduct a logical con clusion from what I have told you? "You knew the Metcalf pride, of which Eleanor possessed more than la usual I mean pride in her family, lore for her parents and her high ideals ol a child's duty. You all knew too Ed Metcalf, his weakness, his perfidy and you all knew Fletcher." I paused long enough in my narra tive to notice the little flutter of ex citement and understanding from each of my friends at the table. Charlie Yatea held up his glass. -. "Here's to Fletcher, boys." And no toast was ever more heartily J givea. " CAMPFI lR SlTETfJTT'F.S SOME SHORT STORIES FOR THE VETERANS. Charleston, Santa Carolina, to Bo tha Seat of . Great Government Work Admiral Endleott Speaks of the Pro posed liaval Station. IACRELKD. Back from the strenuous wars he comes to me. He is my son, grown brown, with strange scarred hands; The months of blood and death in alien lands Are in his face; his boyish will to be Is fourfold won. I glow and weep to see ' ' The trodden meadow blackened with the bands Of beared marching men whom he commands. With being rearranged he comes to me. I, small beside him, try to utter pray ers; I, honored, for - the laurels that he wears! - God knows, God knows, God knows I stand with empty hands. And lonesome heart no need of praises warms. I crush the laurel branch. Oh, God I miss The soft-mouthed baby I can never kiss! Zona Gale, in Bookman. GREAT NAVAL STATION". Admiral Endicott tells the Charles ton News and Courier that a great naval station is to be built in Charles ton. Said he: "Such a naval station as we propose to construct at Charles ton cannot be built and completed in a day, a month or a year," said the ad miral. "We propose to build the larg est and most complete drydock the United States navy has ever had, and it will, of course, take considerable time to get it in readiness for the re ception of the great warships which may be sent there." That Charleston would ultimately become a great naval rendezvous the admiral never doubted and, while he was unable to estimate the entire amount of money that would probably be spent here before the navy yard and the torpedo station were completed, he was confident that it would be well up in the millions. In speaking of the recent charts made of the harbor and entrances through the jetty channel the admiral ex pressed himself with the showing made and said that it would be very necessary that this work go on, and that a wide and deep channel be maintained. The engineers have clearly demonstrated that this can. be done in a practicable and very possi ble condition. The channel is con stantly being improved, and every bit of work done within the past year has been proved permanent and satisfac tory. The dredge Charleston, which has done such good work within the past few years, will soon be rein forced by the arrival of a new and more powerful dredge, and. the two will work in conjunction for the bet terment of the channel. The test of time has been applied to the - jetties themselves and they are proving their duraDility and steadfastness. No ap preciable changes have occurred - in the long stone walls that fore the waters through the jetty channel. Ad miral Endicott talked pleasantly and interestingly of the future of Charles ton, and expressed the most sanguine hopes for its great prosperity and ad vancement. He not only talked of the navy yard and the things immediately connected with that great project, but also spoke of the army post on Sulli van's island. "The fact that the gar rison on Sullivan's island is to be en larged and the fortifications there in creased," he said, "shows that the army and navy are working together for the mutual protection of the in terests of the government involved in the very valuable plant connected with the naval station. You can readily understand that it is necessary to for tify and protect a large naval estab lishment in Charleston harbor." At the conclusion of the interview the admiral is quoted as saying: "We are going to put up a station there which will not only be a very attractive fea ture for Charleston, but it will also stimulate and benefit the commerce of that port, and at the same time be a great credit to the Nation." Certainly Charleston people can afford to be lieve that the morning of a new day is beginning to show bright above the horizon. With the finest and best navy yard in the great establishment of the United States in view, the grandest and most beautiful harbor on the American continent, a large and handsome army post on Sullivan's Is land, the city and harbor guarded by the most up-to-date and perfect system of fortification and by the permanent station here of a large portion of the torpedo fleet, with the government at work In the. most scientific way toward making the entrance to the harbor the deepest as well as the best, what Charlestonian need be ashamed to an swer the question that will be put to him by the thousands of visitors who will come here next fall to visit the most picturesque and interesting expo sition ever held anywhere? Baltimore Herald. A KINO AND A 8.ULOR. When the Kiel Canal was opened ls 1895, Captain now Rear-Admiral Robley D. Evans commanded the ar mored cruiser New York, and repre sented the United States. During the Ceremonies attendant upon the occa sion. Captain Evans's experiences. hich ha ..recently been printed In ' Forty Years of Naval Life, were pe culiarly interesting, meeting as he did. Emperor William, Prince "Henry of Prussia, and a number of admirals of the German navy. On the Sunday after the arrival of the New York, Captain Evans attend ed a reception' on board of one of the German battle ships, where he soon became engaged in conversation with a captain, who spoke English perfect ly. It was soon evident that the German was brilliant in his profession, and the two men got into a rather sharp ar gument. Evans did not agree with the captain, whose name he had not caught, and did not hesitate to speak hi mind; and the German, on his part, was equally frank. Presently the German said that he would be glad to present Evans to his wife. After talking with the lady, whose name he did not catch, and finding her charming. Captain Evans noticed that several persons seemed to be waiting to speak to her. and took himself off to the smoking apartment. As he en tered. Admiral Knorr, after greeting him, said: "Evans, the Prince says that you are a good fellow, and he wants the Em peror to know you." "My dear admiral," replied Evans, "I haven't seen the Prince and don't know him." "Well." said Knorr, "you ought to know him, you have been talking shop with him for half an hour, and I don't know what you have been saying to the princess during your conversation with her." Captain Evans had been talking with Prince Henry of Prussia and Ike j Princess Irene without knowing who . they were. "Two of the most delightful people J I had ever met," he calls them, and he adds: "I certainly told them exactly what I thought about the different things we discussed." On the evening of June 26th, the emperor, Prince Henry, and ten ad mirals accepted an invitation to dine on the New York, and the following is a brief account of their greeting in Admiral Evans's own words; "When the emperor 'came on board I had the men and officers massed aft ( on the superstructure and in the gang- ways, and as soon as Admiral Kirk-' Lee dwells on desert sands under a land had welcomed him I made a short sky from which not so much as one speech, reciting that we had the cham-. pitying raindrop ever falls is simple pion twelve-oared cutter in the Ameri-1 enough. He earns a living there. The can navy, and asked on the cart of the sum would not seem one to tempt crew, the honor of naming her after $75 monthly and expenses but it i3 his daughter, Victoria Louisa. j sufficient to lure Mont Lee and hold "He was really touched by the him there, year after year. For fif compliment and, taking my hand, he teen years Mont Lee has had charge granted the request most graciously, of the Pacific Coast Borax Company's As soon as I could I turned to the crew and called for three cheers for Vic toria Louisa, and then three cheers and a tiger for the emperor. I don't thing he ever heard such cheers be- fore. It was a very pretty episode and gave our dinner a good start. "At one o'clock in the morning the emperor expressed a desire to visit and Inspect the engnie room; and so we did. He looked into every hole and corner and even had us disconnect one of the engines, marking time on us himself. Then we went through the gun deck and out on the forecastle, where he asked how long it wou'.d take to close all the water-tight doors. I replied that in the daytime we could do it In thirty seconds, but at j ight it required about two minutes, j m.'o my surprise he asked if I would mind doing it for him. Of course I had to say yes; but when I tried to blow the siren, the signal to close the water-tight doors, there wasn't steam enough .and the blessed thing wouldn't blow. The emperor thought he had me, and said: " 'Now, you see, captain, you can't close your bulkheads. "But he did not know everything. I said: 'You will see in a moment, sir,' and touched one of the general alarm bells, which call all hands to quarters, and in a few seconds the men were swarming up like rats. The emperor took the time himself, and in one minute and a half the ship was ready for action, with all the water-tight doors closed." Admiral Evans found the German emperor the most companionable and magnetic of men. "He knows more about more differ ent things than any other man I ever met. When I was at Kiel my band was playing music composed by him, and on my cabin table was a book of poems written by him. He was the head and front of the .finest army in the world, and at the same time was giving his personal attention to what must some day be reckoned one of the leading navies. ' The Kiel Canal was of his creation, and his engineers told me that he was familiar with all its details, as well as with those of bridge building in a large sense. The farmers informed me that he could instruct them in their business, and I personally saw him maneuver a fleet at sea in a most cred itable manner. . "After luncheon at the palace one day, during a very interesting conver sation, he described to me our first battleship, the Indiana, which X after wards commanded, and his knowledge of her construction and details of arm or and guns was perfect. He seemed to have the same knowledge of all foreign ships. When I gave him a Smithfield ham for dinner, he even knew where Smithfield is!" This may seem versatility with a vengeance, but it must be remembered that the man who thus sums np the" emperor has been forty years afloat, and has met in that time many men and some monarcha. His opinion, therefore, may oe taken as authorita tive. Youth's Com par-ion. ; j fXS)S3)CsXsXs OFF T1BIE AFTER 15 YEARS IN HE GOES Mont Lee, most marvelous of men, 1 has crept back from his horror-stricken haunts in Death Valley to God's country. Over the Mojave Desert to the California coast be has come for the first breath of pure cool air that has reached his lungs in fifteen, years, says the San Francisco Examiner. Mont Lee ia the only man whom the terrors and privations of Death Val ley cannot make afraid. He is the only man who can dwell in the shadow of the Funeral Mountains and not go mad .under the frightful strain to which mind and body are there sub jected. He is the only man, among all the hundreds who have dared the deadly dangers of that desert furnace, that fate has spared; the only one who can dwell from year to year In the hottest spot on earth, where the thermometer climbs to 140 degrees in the shade and the cruel heat waves beat incessantly upon their human vic tim until, praying with parched Hps for water, he sinks dying to the sun baked earth, a spectacle to haunt for ever the memory a crazed and gib bering thing that is more mummy than man, the life choked out of him by that demon of the desert sands. Thirst. From Death Valley, hotbed of human suffering, grave of human despair, comes the man whom the demon of thirst has thus far tortured in vain. For the first time in fifteen years of pnysical torment he gazes upon green trees and fertile fields anl sees Nature smiling benignly upon her children, while yonder, by the frowning Funeral Mountains, she shows a mood so merci less that men, languishing upon her burning bosom, wither into shapes that none can recognize, and perish, curs ing her to the last. But Mont Lee has not come to God's country to stay. He is going back. In a few days the desert will claim him. Mont Lee has declared that Death Valley will never down him, and he has daily' fought death for fifteen dreary, desperate, lonely years. The reason why Mont claim in Death Valley. For the past five years he has lived at the mouth of Furnace Creek, near the Greeland ranch, 200 feet below the sea level on aikali ground. He has outlived every man who has worked with him In the Hope Still J Lives Whatever the world may think of the probability of the explorer An dree's return, his mother and sister are firm in their belief that the son . , , m hrought honor to the family name, will Tt return to his old, home. Although , is four years since he started north ' and although the Swedish courts have declared that the Swedish explorer may be legally supposed to be dead. these two women win not give uy hope. At their home in Grenna Sweden, they keep themselves ready to receive him any day or night and dust and clear every morning the rooms in which he made the plans for I his expeditions. Say what you may, produce the most convincing proof I that Andree must be dead, bring forth the strongest arguments in fa vor of your contention, the mother and sister will listen quietly and when you have finished they will simply say: "He is alive and will return." It is not merely hope, not merely a strong desire, that makes these women so absolutely certain of the return of their son and brother. It is their be lief that Andree went forth to seek the North Pole and to find it in ful fillment of a mission given to him by God. "And the Lord has . never yet forsaken one of his servants," is the way they explain it. The mother. Fru Minna Andree, is nearly 70, though her clear, ruddy face, her erect carriage and the con tinuous smile that plays around her face makes her appear much younger. Her rather robust daughter, Fru Em eline Spanberg. is a lively good-natured woman, and mother and daugh ter impress the visitor as a pair of the most Intimate friends. The cottage they live in Is a roomy, one-storied building, furnished simply. Most' of the furniture Is substantial oak, and an etching or two relieves the som breness of the walls. - They are devout women and Fru Andree invokes grace before each meal. "And, oh. Lord, keep thy ser vant, my son, and return him safely," she has ended her prayer every day for these four years." Amen! Amen!" responds Fru Spanberg. . It is impossible to describe the glow of pride and satisfaction which spreads over the kindly face of the mother when she exhibits the first shoe her son wore, when she points out the first prayer book he need, when she holds op to your Inspection the white tie he wore at his confirmation. And when she opens the drawer and takes oat the various parchments which tes tify to the success of her son In high DESERT DEATH VALLEY AWAY valley. One after another he has watched them sicken and die, or go mad with the misery that death only can relieve. His task it has been to keep the sand and alkali and. the scorching winds that sweep the desert from destroying their wooden head stones. Grim, stolid, undaunted, he has stuck to his post, with the demon lurking ever near ready to slay. His health is not what It was when he ven tured first Into the valley, though he is still strong, and burly of face and figure. If the awfulness of his en vironment weighs upon his spirits he does not betray his emotion. Lee has a squaw wife and several half-breed children. His Indian companion re mains with him Only a part of the year. Lee's fate is prophesied by more than one who wonders at his reckless ness. It was predicted last year by an old and experienced desert ranger named Bennett of Ash Meadows, Nev.. who lost his life within a quarter of a mile of Bennett's wells in Death Val ley. Bennett was crossing to the Hot Springs, and the terrific heat robbed him of his reason. Jumping from the wagon he tore off his clothing and grovelled in the alkali for water, al though there were water barrels and shovels in his outfit. Mont Lee saw Bennett die. He scoffs at the sugges tion that he, too, will some day suc cumb in the same way. "Death Val ley," he repeats, "will never down me." There is little danger of sunstroke in the valley. The air is too dry for that. No mist veils the sun's glare, and moisture is unknown. The heat cracks tne lips, pinches the face until the blood starts, swells the tongue, sucks the moisture from the body and then comes madness, and upon the heels of madness treads the spectre. Death. Mont Lee has a brother, Sam, who as sists him in his work. They have helped to hunt and bury scores of bodies since they went into the val ley. It is the custom of miners in the desert to establish the grave of an unfortunate wayfarer by a piece of scantling at the head and foot of each nameless grave. Sandstorms tear away the humble monuments and the next passerby replaces them. On Lee's way back to civilization recently he re paired the graves of the five soldiers who lost their lives in the Fremont expedition. It Is now planned to pro vide Death Valley with sheet iron milestones, with engraved directions, that will be heat and wind proof, guid ing to alkali water pools. Frequently at these vermin-infested pools M-nt Lee has been compelled to strain his drinking water through a towel. Yet he is going back. Andre's Mother and Sister Say the Explorer Will Return. school and university, when she han dles the various medals he received, when she asks you to read the flat tering letters in which countless scientific societies notified him of hia election as one of their members, then, indeed, you see in her motherhood glorified. , A Case of Necessity. An amusing anecdote, more or less improbable, is told in the Louisville Times concerning negro improvidence and simplicity. An old mammy, who had known Governor Taylor of Ten nessee from his childhood, came into his office and began at once to plead for the pardon of her husband, who was then in prison. "Laws bress yo' life. Marse Bob." Bhe began, "I wish! you'd pah don dat po ole niggah Jim. A.e ain't no good for nuffin'. nowhar. He jest dat useless an' triflin', even al home, dat he cahn go no mo' den sor ter scrape aroun' an' git a little som pen for we-all to eat, an' he sholy aia' no good down dar in drt pen." "I can't do it, aunty," the governoi said. "I am being abused every day. What's Jim in there for?" he asked, seeing the little light that was left dy ing out of the old woman's eyes. "W'y, Marse Eob, dey jes' put hia in dar for nuffin' 'pon eartn 'cep takin' one po' little ham outen Mr. Smith's smoke-house. We was outen meat, an de ole niggah didn't do nuffin 'cep tei de ham fur ter keep we-all fum starv in'." "Well, now suppose I should pardon Jim, what good would that dc you? He is so onery and trifling, the governor was saying, when the old woman broke in with the reply: "W'y bress you, Marse Bob. we is outer meat agin, an' we jes' got to have an oiah ham!" 'Where Ketnre Ia at Her Best. Maine's woods are known of al men, but few realize that, vast and deep as they are, they exceed seven fold the extent of the "Black Forest" of Germany, and cover nearly one-hall (9,000,000 acres) of the area of tht state. Hidden within, these shaded wilds, the home of the moose, Amer ica's largest game animal, there an more than j.,800 lakes, comprising one fifth of the surface of the state. Theii pure, pelucid waters fairly abound ii fish of many kinds. In only three oi four spots on dis globe may one flnt in the same area an equal number at lakes and ponds. Combined, they rep resent a water surface of 2,300 squan miles. From these sources .flow 6,00t rivers and streams. Pearson's Mag sine.