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SUR31ISES 0FSAD1E PLATT. From the Free Lance. "Permit me," said Van Adam; "Lord Maurice Pryce and Mr. Dudley Ken shaw." The men bowed simultaneously, and Miss Sadie Piatt looked up. Her brain was rapid of action. She glanced from one man to the other, fixing upon her imagination the face and form of each the one short of stature, sandy haired, insignificant; the other tall, well knit and keen-eyed; and swiftly, as she did all things, she made up her mind. She raised her head quite two inches, and smiled. Her teeth were brilliant, and her eyes of that hazel which catches and holds the light. Both men were swiftly curious of her charm; both in stinctively moved forward. She looked again at the two faces reading the words behind the lips of each; then she, in her turn, moved, laying her hand quite naturally upon the tall man's arm. "I don't want to dance a bit," shesaid; "and I rather want to see the palms. Will you be guide?" What the tall man said neither he nor she ever wanted to remember. There are some seconds, like some hours, that blot away mere words. In a dreamy way she saw the sandy-haired person drift into the line of men, and the line itself dis solve dejectedly into the whirl of the room. She was conscious that the bright, intelligent eyes of her partner were watching her closely, and that she was alone with him in that curious and ex hilarating solitude that belongs so mark edly to a crowd. The threaded the ballroom in silence. At the door he spoke. "Are you always as summary as that?" he asked. "That poor little beg gar with the sandy hair " She interrupted him with a smile. "But he was one of so many," she objected. "And people of title don't feel those little things their self-satisfaction is too thick." "Oh," he said, "indeed!" Then he looked away. Presently he smiled; but not quite as she had done. "I'd like to hear your views," he said; "I fancy they are rather quaint." "It's my first time in Europe," she said, "and I'm not certain that I like being called quaint it has a musty sound." They both laughed as they crossed the hall, and a delightful thrill of novelty raced through the man. He felt that the staleness of life was after all a myth. There were waters still unfathomed if one knew where to look. The atmosphere of the Palm House was very green, the greenness of forests and pools and moss. He drew her toward a low divan. "No, musty is certainly the very fur thest word," he said, thoughtfully. "A stream at Its starting, perhaps, or an ash tree in first leaf." He was in noway poetic, but the personality of the girl, her buoyancy and litheness woke in him something new. She sat down and arranged her skirts. The slim point of her American shoe started a further un of thoughts. "What on earth have I done," he said suddenly, " to deserve my luck?" Her head was bent. She glanced up at him, and there was a glow of daring and of expectation In her face. "I wonder," she said, slowly, "whether you are just as straight and steadfast as you look. I wonder " She studied him attentively. "After all," she said, "nothing is worth while unless it's shared." "Anything of yours would be more in teresting than well, than many things." "It began with my cousin with Edna Van Adam." She paused. "Edna al ways says that I must marry a title for everybody's sake. Usually I j st let Edna run along. But yesterday she told me that she'd found the man. Who do you think it was?" He shook his head. She fanned herself slowly. "Lord Maurice Pryce," she said, and she laughed a very low, amusing little laugh. He moved with a jerk, but she laid her hand UDon his sleeve. "Now you have made me lose my place," she said. "And I don't believe you see the joke a little bit." "Well, I " He leaned back. "Per haps the joke hasn't come for me." "Oh, can't you see? Chance fixed it up in such a terfectly delicious way. I can picture it in my mind. Billie intro ducing you both. Edna watching us across the room. I taking just a min ute to decide, then coming right away with you." Her color rose at the recol lection. He looked at her attentively. "And why was it me?" he said. He despised himself for the expectancy that ran through his words. "Why!" Her eyes were entirely frank. "Why everybody in the United States has read your book. My mind quite jumped when I heard your name." He suddenly felt the air of the palm house growing close. "My name?" he said. He was uncertain how his voice would sound. "Why, yes. I have cried nights over 'Beaten Tracks.' I know the name of Dudley Renshaw better than I know my own." She looked at him with candid hero-worship in her eytii. He rose abruptly, walked a dozen steps, then wheeled about. His ex pression was a mingling of amusement, vexation and something else. He stopped In front of her, his hands clasped behind his back. "Miss Piatt," he said, "where did you learn to deduce? How did your selec tion come about?" "You mean how did I know that you were you? Oh, that was the simplest thing. I only needed one tiny glance. Why all the cleverness of 'Beaten Tracks' is just showing in your face. And there's nothing so fine as intellect on the earth." He made a quick attempt to speak, but as quickly another inclination crossed his eyes. He dropped back into his place on the divan. "Miss Piatt," he said, "suppose this nonentity this Pryce were to really tell you that he cared for you. Suppose that he were to say all that your cousin would suggest, and say it within half an hour of meet ing you, what would you infer?" "That he was a fool," was her prompt reply. He drew back. "Yet Paul Kainley, in 'Beaten Tracks,' makes love to the heroine in a railway carriage before they've even been introduced." His voice was very quiet, but there was a humorous twitch about his mouth. "Oh, that was different," she said. "That was a book." "Some people say that an author puts much of himself into his work. Is that a libel, do you think?" "Please. Mr. Renshaw," she said, "don't. You're just probing for my lack of brain." "Heaven forbid!" He drew nearer, and touched her hand. "Miss Piatt, you come from a more rapid land than ours. Perhaps you bring some of the rapidity with you, like the scent upon your clothes. I don't know, but you make me feel that I have no time to lose. You are the most charming girl in the world, and I think somehow I think that already you like me just a bit. Am I' wrong?" "You're different from any man I've ever met," was all she said; but she did not withdraw her hand. It was three minutes later, in re sponse to the rustling of a skirt, that their fingers fell apart. A moment later Mrs. Van Adam strolled slowly past on the arm of the little sandy man. "Sadie, you bad girl." she said, paus ing as she passed, "Mr. Renshaw tellf me that you ve treated him abominaDiy; i Lthat you haven't even given him a J smile, though he waited sixteen min utes to be introduced." Sadie glanced at the man beside her, at Mrs. Van Adam, at the sandy-haired individual, and her pride became sud denly like flat champagne. She opened and shut her fan twice; then very slow ly she looked up. "I'm sorry," she said, with one of her bewildering smiles; "but I wanted to see the palms, and Lord Maurice is something of a botan ist. Anyway, we've been studying the tree of knowledge for quite half an hour." Her eyes were serene, and there was not a tremor in her voice. One, at least, of the four felt his pulses leap m admiration of her pluck. Mrs. Van Adam laughed. "Billie will be looking for me," she said. "Mr. Ren shaw, shall we leave these people to botanize some more?" Renshaw bowed, and they passed on. For five minutes there was a silenee that could be felt. Then Pryce rose. "Shall I go?" he asked. Sadie rose as well. "Yes," she said, uncertainly; "at least no." Then she suddenly looked up into his face. "To think that the man who wrote 'Beaten Tracks' is short and stumpy, and has red hair " "And the other people," he hazarded. "The people who have titles and thick skins?" For the first time her bright eyes drooped. "I'll never make theories any more," she said. "Theories are horrid things." "Till they are revised." "And then?" "Oh, then " But there are some things that need not be written because they are not said in words. WATER FOR LONDON. From the National Review. The water companies, as we know by painful experience, find it harder and harder to meet the ever increasing de mand. Their draughts on the Thames can not go on indefinitely augmenting, seeing that in June, 1S99, only 158, 000,000 gallons were left by them in the river to pass over Teddington Weir, though legally 200.000,000 gallons is the minimum permissible. The population in the Thames valley and the demands upon that river for water outside the London area are increasing every year, yet now the Thames in a dry summer below Teddington Weir is little better than a malodorous sewer. Nor can deep wells in the chalk be drawn upon indefinitely. The pumping operations in the Lea and Colne valleys are stead ily lowering the level of the wells in the Chilterns, and depriving a poor ag ricultural district of its water. Streams which used to run all the year have now vanished, or only flow intermit tently. It is the same to the south of the Thames. Yet it is neither wisdom nor justice to deprive poor country dis tricts of their water. At the same time water famines m the metropolis are be coming more frequent, and the quality of the water supplied leaves much to be desired. The proposed scheme of going to Wales is not satisfactory. In the first place, it is very doubtful if the water is there in the quantity that will be required. The best water producing areas have been already appropriated by Liverpool and Birmingham. In the second place South Wales is an indus trial country with a fast multiplying population, and unless its manufac tures suffer a great setback, it may need all the 'ater it possesses. The instinct is perfectly sound and rational which leads the Welshman to oppose the scheme. The only moral justifica tion for London, in taking the water, would be that it would never be need ed by the Wel?h- themselves. THE GIANT UEDWOODS. From the Atlantic! The big tree is nature's forest mas terpiece, and, as far as I know, the greatest of living things. It belongs to an ancient stock, as its remains in old rocks show, and hns a strange air of other days about it, a thoroughbred look, inherited from the long ago, and auld lang syne of trees. The Pacific coast in general is the paradise of con ifers. Here nearly all of them are giants, and display a beauty and mag nificence unknown elsewhere. The cli mate is mild, the ground never freezes, and moisture and sunshine abound all the year. Nevertheless, it is not easy to account for the colossal size of the sequoias. The largest are about 300 feet high and 30 in diameter. Who of all the dwellers of the plains and prairies and fertile home forests of round-headed oak and maple, hickory and elm, ever dreamed that earth could bear such growths? trees that the fa miliar pines and firs seem to know nothing about, lonely, silent, serene, with a physiognomy almost godlike, and so old, thousands of them still liv ing had counted their years by tens of centuries when Columbus set sail from Spain, and were in the vigor of youth or middle age when the star led the Chaldean sages to the infant Savior's cradle. As far as man is concerned, they are the same yesterday, today and forever, emblems of permanence. An Excellent Combination. The pleasant method and beneficial effects of the well known remedy. 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"Did yez think it was in fun?" Chicago Tribune. "Polytheism is the natural religion of uncivilized people." 1 "Yes, as soon as people become civil ized, they mostly have no god but Mammon." Life. "Pa, what's an average man?" "One who thinks his employer's busi ness would be run a good deal better if he could have more to say in the matter himself." Tit-Bits. "Mrs. Scadds made a vulgar and os tentatious display of wealth yesterday," said Mrs. Darley to her husband. "In what way?" "She gave a potato luncheon." Judge. "Papa," said little Reginald. "What is it. my child?" "Did anybody every try to buy your vote?" "No. You see I am a gentleman. No body has ever found out that I have a vote." Chicago Record-Herald. An unsuccessful candidate for a party nomination being met by a friend the morning following his disappointment, the following conversation ensued: Friend Well, how do you like the nominations Rejected Candidate Excuse me, but I take no interest whatever in this elec tion. Friend No more do I, except to wish that the best man may win. Rejected Candidate Well, he won't. Friend And why not, pray? Rejected Candidate -Because he wasn't nominated. Boston Courier. "John, dear," she said, in her sweet, affectionate voice, which she only used on rare occasions, "are you well up with your Christmas work?" "Pretty well," he sighed, as he put a period to a poem which had almost given him nervous prostration. "Why do you ask?" "Because, dear, I'm afraid you are undermining your health, and I want you to take a recess and write me a short story to pay for my new dress, a couple of poems for my hat and gloves, a good, stirring campaign song that will bring in enough for a ton of coal, and one or two of those darling love poems for some lard and a sugar-cured ham; and ham, dear, is only 12 cents a pound!" Atlanta Constitution. Hicks He says Christian Science makes him tired. You should hear him swear about it. Wicks The idea! Why should he bother so much about it? Hicks He has to. He's the coroner, you know. Catholic Standard and Times. For some time they had sat in silence, but it was a silence that means much. Everything seemed to indicate that they thoroughly understood each other, and he already was beginning to build air castles. "Do you know," he said at last, "you are the only girl I ever loved?" "That settles it," she said with a sud den coldness. "If there is anything that I particularly insist upon having in a husband it is absolute truthful ness. X never can be yours." Chicago Post. Faik Pasha, vice admiral of the Turk ish navy, has been forced to fleet the country. Perhaps the sound of his name had something to do with it Cleveland Leader. "Mike," said Mrs. Flannigan, looking from the paper in her hand to her hus band, who had just signed the temper ance pledge, "shure an' a great doctor sez thot alcohol do be a shure cure for carbolic acid pizen, an' if so be yez haven't anny alcohol, thin twict as much whisky will do jist as well." "Be quick, thin, Norah, me dear, an' lay by a good store o' the stuff. Shure I'm thot desp'rit there's no tellin whin I'll be nadin' the rimidy." Judge. "Surely you are not afraid of the dark?" "No," said the small boy. "but I'm a little scared of the things that might be in it that I can't see." Washington Star. Teacher (instructing class on manners): Now, Willie Brown, for example, if you were sitting in an electric car, every seat occupied, and an old lady entered, what would you do? Tommy Please, sir. I would pretend I was sleepin". Pittsburg Bulletin. "While It is true," the voice on the ve randa was heard saying, "as Phillips Brooks so finely expressed it, in sub stance, that toleration is merely the re sult, whereas toleration is the spirit that causes it, yet it is also true, as Heine so happily observes" "Ticklowell," called out his mother, "I told you to go out of doors and amuse yourseit. "That is what I am doing, mamma," re plied the little Boston boy. Chicago Tri bune. "But." hissed the heavy villain, "sup pose our plot snouid leaK out r His miserable accomplice shivered at the thought. "But it can't." cried the low comedian, emerging at that moment from behind a stage tree, "because from now on the plot thickens, you know." Philadelphia Press. "No, suh," said the colonel, boastfully, "we never do anything by halves in Ken tucky, suh." "Ahl then It's really a libel to say any one ever got half shot there." Philadel phia Press. A statesman died. He was on the ragged edge before he passed away, and his friends were few. That is the usual finish. Still, those who gathered around his grave at the end tried to do the best under the circumstances.' But, try as they would, none of them could think of anything good to say. And yet, like many other municipal statesmen, he hadn't done nothin. "He was an awful booze-fighter," said one. "He beat his wife," said another. "He never paid his debts," said a third. "I never seen a fellow throw the har poon into his friends like he did," re marked a fifth. "Well," said the se.venth and last friend, as he edged to the grave: "I'll say one thing for Andy. He was an awful good grafter." St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Sharpson Old chap, I believe I'm get ting the grip- Is your doctor good on that?" Phlatz OriD? Whv. that's his etrone hold' Chicago Tribune. . Goods Packed and Stored BY The Day, flonth or Year. ifes.aail,a JIM" W9m Let us haul your Trunk We give Claim Checks. Try Our Moving Van. The Topeka Transfer & Storage Co. 523 Jackson St. Tel, 329 F. F. BAC01T, Trssttsnt. 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