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TOPEKA STATE JOURNAL, SATURDAY EVENING. NOVEMBER 23, 1901.
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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.
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HUMOR OF THE DAY.
"His name suh," explainied the col
ored citizen, "is plain Moses, but his
mammy call 'im 'Honey-Sweetness,'
kaze he sich a liT devil!" Atlanta Con
stitution. ' Edith He says he loves me for my
self alone. What do you think of it?
Ethel Well, it's hard telling whether
he's drawing on his humor or his imag
ination. Judge.
"What is the advantage of knowing a
foreign language, anyway?" demanded
the aggressive American woman.
"Why, it enables you to say unkind
things about a great many people right
in their presence," answered the wise
one. Chicago Post.
"Was he wounded seriously?" asked
the reporter, hurrying to the scene of
the affray.
"He was," briefly answered the po
liceman. "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. .
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