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1 tCZli " " KVER was there an un i oie watched over with f " more solicitous care . than was Bennett Henry, and when a r certain disquieting;, m -i though vague, report "" reached his niece, she promptly laid aside her palette, wrote to Janr to air the front rooms and Started for AI!da!e a month before the close of the ew York Art school. When her uncle met her at the sta tion Ids appearance confirmed her worst f-:-ars. He was smoothly shaven, his iron gray hair was closely cropped, his suit now and jaunty, while crowning shock his head was surmounted by a tall silk hat. Josephine Henry scarcely recognized him. "How'd ye do, Josie?" this new look Jf.gT uncle inquired in the old, big, hearty voice'. Josephine stopped short and stared. "Uncle Ben! Where is your beard?" Uncle Ben " looked embarrassed "Gone, Josie, gone in a tight shave. Cost a quarter." "I hardly know you," continued Jo sephine, looking him over with uncer tain eyes. "Tell you what," Bennett Henry re torted in his jerky, good natured fash ion, "I thought 'twas time I kept up with you. Gad! You're a stunner, Jo!" And so she was. She was taller than the average woman and dressed to em phasize her height. Her large black hat rent its broad brim out over a face which was capable of many expressions, but the predominating one was pride. Sne carried herself proudly, her head well back, her figure erect, her step light. . All lu-r life she had cultivated the pose which best expressed her style and expectations, for she was Bennett Henry's only heir, and would continue such, provided he did not marry. They came in sight of two white houses facing each other on opposite sides of the street. Josephine gave one plance at her uncle's house and bit her lips. Her uncle, exceedingly uncom fortable, picked at the fingers of his ioves and rattled on at random. "Awfully sorry, Jo, you've come back to such a lonesome house. If you'd waited awhile longer your mother 'd be back. Guess her sister is some better how. Mighty hard lines to be shut up in a sickroom this hot weather. Well, I hope Jane will feed you well. If she doesn't you know where there's a boss cook and always a welcome." Josephine turned in at her gate, sav ing coldly and ceremoniously, "'Thanks, uncle; 1 am sure Jane and I will get along nicely." As she mounted the steps, her uncle paused to watch her with admiration not unmixed with awe. It was a feel ing which the rest of Alldale shared with him. Jane admitted her. On the threshold Josephine turned and glanced at the carpenters at work beautifying the house opposite. "Uncle is making quite a change, is he not, Jane?" she remark ed carelessly, and the girl grinned knowingly as she replied, "Folks do A 5LOUNB TABLE FOR. OUR Some G ood By ALBERTA PLATT S not the Persian cat in the picture a handsome creature, with her soft fur and large shining eyes? She belongs to a rare and fash--lable breed and, being a prize show t, is worth several hundred dollars. ;1 "1 .A i 'Y PERSIAN CAT. A cat has more intelligence than she pets credit for, but does not usually show it unless somebody she is very fond of calls it out or unless she is specially trained. The training must be done in a very kindly, persevering way, and after a lesson pu.isie must ret something she is fond of to eat. The seamen on board the United States cruiser Chicago have a pet cat they liAve tuught to do things which s'-cm beyond the feline brain power. One of these is to make the naval sa lute by sitting upon its hind legs and touching its nose with one of its fore paws. To see puss do this "stunt" is t?e Tanny for anything;. You may well f Copyright, 1305, by Alice Louise Lee say, Hiss Josephine, as he's gcttin' ready for a bigger c hange." Josephine smiled calmly, but it was with a heavy and angry heart that she went upstairs to her own room. She sat down in front of the window with out stopping to remove her hat. Her trunks had already arrived, but she did not even unlock them. There were weightier matters to be considered. Her uncle, being an easy going and jolly man. had shown alarming matri monial symptoms before, but Josephine had always boon enabled to check them by use of prompt and skillful measures. Once she had cajoled him into taking her and her mother, who was ignorant of her purpose, to California for the winter and thus saved herself from be ing obliged to call a dainty little girl "Aunt" who was less than half Ben nett Henry's age. Again, the Chicago exposition had been an instrument, in her tactful hands, to save her uncl3 from a handsome young widow, and so u, v. A JUS v i: V 4 V , "I HARDLY KXOW YOU," CON TINUED JOSEPHINE. on through a list of more or less serious desires on his part to resign his bache lor estate. She reviewed her maneuvers as she sat staring at the improvements across the street. There was evident need of prompt action on her part, but she was handicapped by a lack of knowledge. She had yet to learn for whose benefit these changes were being made. She began to pass in review all the eligible women in Alldale, with a possible ob struction plan in -each case, until tho ft fr jl believe the sailors are fond of their cat that can give the regulation salute to an officer. It is not so easy to train a cat as a dog, but then a performing cat is so much more of a novelty than a per forming dog that there is perhaps more fun with her after you do get her trained. An experienced cat trainer says the best pussie to select is not one of fashionable breed, like the Per sian or Angora, but just the plain, hunting, roving, thieving, tramp cat that hides in trees and catches birds and perches upon your back fence and "sings" at night. By nature the cat is a creature that hums and lov-es the chase, and in pursuit of game the one that hustles for its living has developed more intelligence than ordinary speci mens of the tribe. The poorest, stupid est cat to take an education is the well fed old home pussle that dozes around the house and does not have to work for her living. One cat he trained to fall as if dead at the sound of a toy pistol would not for a long time do any trick unless he himself did it first. One day while a rich Philadelphia gentleman and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Dilley, were at their summer cottage by the sea in Atlantic City there came ELACKIE AND PINKIE 11 ,:J - A 1 By HlCce -3 rattle of wheels and the rapid thud of horses' hoofs aroused her. It was her uncle in his high hat and gloves, driving a smart new trap. The vehicle rolled down the long street and disappeared? It - reappeared, crawling slowly up the side of a mountain which rose sharply from the town, and then a paralyzing fear seized Josephine. She dashed into her mother's room, seized a field glass which lay on the table and was back at her post in a moment, raising the glass with un steady hands. Halfway up the moun tain side was perched a small brown house, standing out bare . and un sheltered against the green. In front of that house Uncle Ben secured his horses and, sauntering up the steps with the air of one familiar with the place, sat down on the piazza. In a. moment a woman came out of the house and joined him. Josephine lowered the glass. Her cheeks were flaming, her hands were cold. That brown house was the last house in Alldale where she would have her uncle call; Ellen Beck was the last woman in Alldale that she would have had her uncle choose. She sat down and stared at the house across the way. Was she too late? Her anger rose hotly against her uncle, who knew that she and Ellen Beck had been rivals from the time that they contended for the spelling prize in the fifth grade until the previous year when Jim Ashdown Josephine gave a sudden exclamation. An idea had shot above her mental horizon, carrying in its wake a plan, an obstruction plan. When she arose there was a tight,-unpleasant expression about her lips. The expression deepened as she unpacked her trunks. She carefully shook out the folds of a handsome ecru silk, one of Bennett Henry's latest gifts. Joseph ine looked exceedingly well in ecru, and her plans required that she should look and act exceedingly well, begin ning with a church sociable to be held that very evening. Alldale had never before seen Joseph ine at a church social. She had here tofore scorned them, but her campaign required her attendance at this one. She went prepared to cope with a situa tion which met her eyes as she entered the door of the church parlors. It was a situation in the form of a gay group centered around Mr. Henry and Ellen Beck. Jim Ashdown was there and half a dozen others. Josephine paused a moment and shook out the graceful sweep of her skirt. During that pause her keen eyes swept Ellen Beck. Ellen wore a dress of some cheap material which she had made herself. It was made with a view to laundering easily, but the fabric was a delicate blue, which showed to the best advan tage her fair skin and delicate color. A knot of crisp blue ribbon in her hair accentuated its softness and the occa sional gleam of gold among the yellow strands. As she stood with animated face, listening to one of Bennett Henry's stories, Josephine found it difficult to veil the dislike and jealousy which she felt flame into her own face. Nature had given Ellen Beck the grace, the dignity and the imposing carriage which Josephine Henry had attained only by careful cultivation, and Josephine had Copyright, 1305, by Waldon Fawcett. GIVING THE to their kitchen door a cat so starved, scared and ragged looking that it grieved Mr. Dilley to see her. He could not help taking her into the kitchen, where he fed her and then' washed and brushed her. Mrs. Dilley took a great fancy to the poor stray cat and kept her. When the Dilleys went back to Philadelphia, Kitty, now grown fat and sleek and gentle, went with them. There was something almost human in the affection between this cat and her kind protectors. In time Kitty became the mother of three fine kittens Blackie, Pinkie and Baby Dandy. Baby Dandy and the mother cat both died before very long, and only Blackie and Pinkie were left. And the sense those kittens showed, and the fun Mr. Dilley had with them! A tiny door was cut in the door of the bathroom, so the animals could go in and out. Upon the bathroom floor a dish of fresh water was always kept for Blackie and Pinkie. Once a mouse found its way throug"h i a hole into the bathroom. It used I even to coaie and dvink water from the : mm never forgiven either "nature or Ellen for that sin of commission. There was but one thing which Josephine's scru tiny revealed that pleased her Ellen wore no ring. Perhaps she was not too late. "Hello, Jo!" crieU Tier uncle, suddenly espying her. "Never thought of your coming. Thought you generally ignored church shows." "Oh, you don't know me yet. uncle," responded Josephine, gayly advancing. She was the very spirit of graclous ness, and her journey through the room was a royal progress. She astonished Mrs. Brown, her mother's most intimate friend, and her own particular aversion, by a kiss. She surprised Ellen Beck by the unaffected cordiality of her greeting. She caused her uncle's heart to swell with pride, and she fascinated Jim Ashdown by her vivacity. But it was not until near the close of the evening that she permitted Jim to W 1 1 1 ! "WILL YOU TAKE IT BACK?" draw her aside. "Why didn't you let m; know you were coming, Josie?" he asked reproachfully. "Don't you like to be surprised, Jim?" Josephine murmured, with a bewitching glance. After all, Jim, straight and handsome, with his merry eyes and the clean cut look about his mouth and chin, was the superior of any young man she had met in college or in New-York. v "No, I don't like you to surprise me," he returned. Josephine's eyes had shot past him and were intent on her uncle and Ellen Beck., They were indulging in rep artee, a pastime which delighted El len's nimble wits. Her cheeks were red and her eyes glowed. "I'm going to surprise you again to night, Jim," she almost whispered. The surprise came just before the company broke up. ,It brought a flush to Jim's cheek and a queer expression to his eyes. "To please me, Jim," urged Josephine. "I want to see uncle to night. You come down in the morning to visit with me, but not now, please!" There was a puzzled look on Ellen YV A j A NAVAL SALUTE. kittens' dish. Blackie tried again and again in vain to catch it. Then one can hardly believe it that shrewd cat actually laid a trap for the mouse. Blacky and Pinkie liked boiled chest nuts better than anything else, and their kind master always kept them plentifully stipplied with these. Find ing he could not get Mr. Mouse any other way, one day Blackie brought a big fat chestnut and laid it upon the bathroom floor near the mouse hole. Then he lay in wait, watching. The mouse could not resist the smell of the tempting bait, so stole ever so soft ly out to grab it. But that instant Blackie pounced upon Mr. Mouse and killed him. After that Blackie ate the chestnut himself. Does not this prove that cats have sense? At night, no matter how late Mr. Dilley came home, he was sure to find Blackie and Pinkie Malting for him at the head of the, stairs. When he went to bed they went with him and slept upon the foot, of the bed, and he was most careful not to disturb them. Net iou?r r.;u iiiad Hr. DiU.-y died. Beck's face a few moments later when Jirh approached her; there was a heavy frown on Bennett Henry's face as the two left the parlors together, but Josephine's face was serene as she took her uncle's arm, and they walked home together. In her own room the girl combed out her hair in luxurious ease. Only a year ago Ellen Beck had loved Jim Ash down. Josephine had reason to know that, and she believed that love had not grown cold. If she cou'd open her un cle's eyes to the fact the victory would be hers. She laid down her comb and looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. It was only when she glanced below the glass at the portrait of her mother that her conscience was uneasy. Her mother was the one be ing on earth whom Josephine feared and revered, and it was with a feeling of relief that she reflected that the case of Bennett Henry versus Josephine Henry would be quietly decided before her mother's return. In the morning Jim Ashdown called. Josephine received him on the broad front piazza, vine sheltered and per fumed with the scent of delicately tint ed, overhanging apple blossoms. Jim had brought his horses. ' "The day is too beautiful to stay in doors," he cried presently. "Come out for a drive, Jo." Josephine shook her head languidly. She wore a long morning dress and re clined lazily in' the" hammock, a novel lying on its face beside her. She yawned. "I can't today. Jim. To tell the truth, I'm lazy. It got pretty hot down in New York before 1 left, and this piazza never seemed so cool and pleasant before." Jo sephine yawned again and- clasped her hands beneath her head. "I'm too lazy even to go out on- an errand this after noon, but 1 must unless" she looked around in sudden animation "you will be good enough to do it for me." "If it's anything I can do" began Jim awkwardly. "It's the simplest thing to do in the world." the girl interrupted. "It's not to match dress goods or buy ribbons or any thing of the kind. Mamma left a book here to be returned, a borrowed book. Will you take it back?" "Certainly," returned Jim, fingering his hat. "Where does it go?" "Away up to Ellen Beck's such a long walk," added Josephine. "I tell you I am lazy." A few moments later Josephine occupied the piazza alone. She had not waited until .Jim's back was turned before tak ing up her book expectantly. He had no ticed the move and bit his lips, while her careless, "Come again soon, Jim," had not had a soothing effect on him. He did not glance back as he drove away. Her uncle appeared at the corner of the house. "Jim," he cried and then stopped abruptly. "I thought Ashdown was here." "He was, but he has gone. He went up to Ellen Beck's," Josephine answered from behind her book, and Bennett Henry turned and strode away without a word. That day was but the beginning. With great persistence, but with consummate tact and skill, Josephine monopolized her uncle's time and threw Jim Ashdown and Ellen Beck together. With secret exulta tion she watched Ellen's eyes kindle and her cheek flush whenever Jim approached. With equal skill she warded off all at tempts on her uncle's part and they were many to approach the subject of either Jim or Ellen. Her task was a peculiarly galling one to Josephine on account of its publicity as well as its difficulty. She was aware that the Alldale population was- viewing her with marked interest. There was a fur tiveness In Alldale's scrutiny and a smile behind Alldale's hand, which became more pronounced as the weeks passed, exas perating Josephine almost past endurance. It was one afternoon when the July heat and people's curiosity, combined with the fear of ultimate failure, hud got badly on her nerves that she met Mrs. Brown. As has been hinted before, Josephine was not the warm admirer of Mrs. Brown JUVENILE READERS He was so afraid his pets would be mistreated that he provided for them in his will. He bequeathed to Blackie and Pinkie the house in which he lived, directing that they should oc cupy the second and third floors for their residence. They were to be sup ported in the utmost cat luxury all their lives. A kind lady who had lived with the Dilleys many years was ap pointed nurse to Pinkie and Blackie, and she was to get $75 a month for taking care of them. It was an odd will, but Mr. Dilley was a rich man and he loved animals. After Blackie and Pinkie and their kind nurse pass away their house is to be sold and with some of the money a beautiful drink ing fountain is to be erected, as the will says, "for the use of human be ings, animals and birds." Tropical I.illit. In the tropics there are fireflies with three eyes that make such a bright light at night that people can read by it. In Cuba the poor children gather the fliej and sell them to the rich little Cuban girls and their mothers for ornaments. These sparkling little insects are worn in the hair, at the belt, or even as bright spots on bunches of flowers of course, under gauze. Children make pets of them, keep them in cages and feed them on sugar. The Circle and Arc Pnzzle. The puzzle shown in the cut is com posed of circles and arcs. See how many of each you can find in the pic ture. . . ....... that her mother was. Mrs. Brown assum ed a right to pry into Josephine's affairs, which that young lady resented; hence when they met that afternoon Mrs. Brown calmly walked In where the other angels of Alldale feared to tread. She stopped and asked coolly: "Well. Josie. how do you like your un cle's choice?" " " Josephine's eyes blazed. Her cheek3 flushed. She spoke with a peculiar icy deliberation which always characterized her tones when she lost her self posses sion. "My uncle's choice! If he knew tl ' L I urn "IS YOUR MOTHER COMING TO NIGHT?" her as well as I do he would see in her only defects to be endured where he now sees virtues!" "Josie Henry!" cried Mrs. Brown in dignantly. "Shame on you for speaking like that!" And she shook one of Jo sephine's arms vigorously. "I know," continued Josephine, with a sneer, "that she is a favorite of yours, but then you do not know her as well as I do. Good afternoon." Ten minutes later, sitting in her room with hot cheeks and cold hands, she would have given weeks of her life to un say those hasty, biting words. They would be repeated. If they should reach her ' uncle Josephine set her teeth. If they reached her mother The girl gave a quick gasp. That thought stung. Her first fear was realized within a few days. She had not dreamed that her jovial uncle could look at her with such angry eyes. She had not imagined that he could intrench himself behind so high a barrier that she could not scale it. and Josephine trembled before his overwhelm ing flood of silent displeasure and scorn. Things were in this unexpected state when she received a letter from her moth er, bearing the unwelcome news of her home coming. "Sister can spare me." it read, "and I am coming to my dear, dear daughter. We have been separated so constantly for years that I fear we have drifted apart, become almost strangers. We must not allow this to happen again, dear. I need your love and help more than ever before. I am coming to claim you." When Josephine read this she went up to her room, lay down and turned her face to the wall. Her mother had never writ ten to her before in that strain. There had always been a reserve between them. Jane put her head in at the door. "El ANIMALS' "HANDS." "Why," I hear you say, "a horse hasn't hands, and an elephant hasn't, and" No, they haven't, but have you ever wondered how they manage without them? Have you watched a horse on a hot day and noticed what he uses instead of hands? Why, his tail and his ears. He switches his tail from side to side, and flicks his ears, and so drives the tormenting flies away. Then have you ever seen the ele phant? He loves buns, but sometimes little girls and boys are rather fright ened of him, so when they offer him a piece of bun they drop it just in front of him by mistake, but Mr. Elephant twirls his long trunk down to the ground, picks up the bun and easily puts it into his mouth. Lions and tigers and other big ani mals are very fond of their babies, but as they haven't any hands they carry them in their mouths when they want to take them out of danger, just as pussy carries her kittens. The baby whales get tucked under their mother's big fin when she wants to carry them anywhere. Ridillen. Wrhy is a little dog's tail like the heart of a tree? Because it .is farthest from the bark. What color does flogging make a boy? It makes him yell O! Why would a sixth sense become a bore? Because it would be a new sense (nuisance). Why should a housekeeper never put the letter "M" into her refrigerator? Because it would change Ice into mice. He Knew Mother. Mother The paper this morning has an account of a little boy who was drowned while skating on thin ice. Little Son (cleaning up his skates) Too bad. I wonder if he was related to the poor little boy who was killed by the trolley while going to school? Another Application. Sunday School Teacher Why. Willie i Wilson! Fighting again? Didn't last Sunday's lesson teach you that when j you are struck on one cheek you ought ' to turn the other to the striker? j Willie Yes'm, but he hit me on the nose, and I've only got one. I len Beck ts downstairs. Miss Josephine. She wants to see you very particularly." "Send her up," replied Josephine, dully wondering what Ellen Beck, of all people, should want of her. When her caller entered she found th shades drawn and Josephine on the couch with a handkerchief, wet in camphor, held to her head. Ellen hesitated, "I am sorry your head aches," she said, with the uncertain air of one who does not know quite what to 3o. "Perhaps I'd better go away and come some other day, only" There was something in her manner which startled Josephine. "No, no," she exclaimed sharply. "Why should you go away? My headache is not severe, but I am coaxing it Into good humor before mamma comes tonight." "Is your mother coming tonight?" "Yes." . Ellen looked down a moment, playing with her handkerchief, and Josephine felt her heart give a leap which sent the blood crashing through her temples, for on the third ringer of the other's left hand shone a diamond held by a slender circlet of gold. Suddenly Ellen looked up. She spoke in hesitating, gentle tones. "I have come on a most delicate mission, Josephine, but I have not come voluntarily. Mr. Henry requested it as a favor to himself, and I cannot refuse his requests." Josephine sat motionless, waiting, but her heart gave another suffocating leap. "He has asked me to come to you with what people are talking about and what you" Ellen paused confused. Instantly Josephine's pride was in arms. To be humiliated, and by Ellen Beck, was indeed a new experience. Her tone was bitingly sarcastic as she said swiftly, "My uncle could have chosen a more wel come messenger." Ellen's face showed no resentment. In stead an expression of pity stole over it as she glanced at her hostess. Her cheeks were flushed; Josephine's were white. "I told him the same thing." she con tinued, "but he persisted in the request, and I came." ' ' "Suppose," said Josephine icily, "that you leave my uncle out of the question and tell me the object of your mission." Ellen raised her head with a dignity which became her fair, earnest face. "I will," she replied in a- spirited tone. "Your uncle wished to be relieved of the painful necessity of telling you that he considered your attitude toward your mother cruelly unjust and that your ac cusations against her are arousing great indignation in the town" "My accusations!" interrupted Joseph ine. She sat up, gasping. Her whita face flamed. "Are you insane, Ellen Beck? I think my mother is the noblest woman in the world!" "So do we," continued Ellen quietly. "Who has been telling contemptible lies about me?" demanded Josephine hotly. "No one," said Ellen promptly. "You yourself have said the most contemptible thing that has been uttered, and you said it plainly to Mrs. Brown." Josephine gave a cry and fell back among her pillows. Anger and utter be wilderment played over her face. Finally she burst out. "The remarks which I made to Mrs. Brown were made concern ingyou!" There was a pause. A light leaped into Ellen's eyes, and her tone thrilled with suppressed feeling as she said, "The re marks were aimed at your uncle's fiancee, who, as the whole town knows, is your mother." "My mother!" The room swam before Josephine'., wide eyes. A thousand inci dents which she had misinterpreted ad justed themselves now. Her uncle's re sentment when he had seen Jim wlt'.i Ellen had been for his niece then, not for himself. Alldale's curiosity. Ellen's pity, her own cool rejection of her uncle's con fidence Josehpine groaned aloud and covered her face with her hands. Ellen arose. Words seemed to strangle her. "I understand you, Josephine Hen ry, at last. Your uncle has aided me this summer in a financial matter which ban necessitated frequent calls. I understand many things which have been puzzling to me before. Goodby." Josephine glanced up. Ellen had opened the door. A gleam of sunlight from the hall window struck the third finger of her left hand. Then the door closed and left Josephine alone with her thoughts. THE TWO DOLLS. I have a doll, an old, old doll, The playmate of many years; I've danced around with her in my smiles And hugged her tight in my tears. And I've a doll, a new. now doll. 'Twas given me yesterday. Dressed out in silk and beautiful lace Ever so bonny and gay. One is battered and scratched and gray, The other has hair like gold. But much as I love the. rrew, new doll. Better I love the old. How to Mnlte a. Kire Balloon. Small fire balloons are easily made of tissue paper cut into gores and then pasted together in the shape of a bal loon, no slit or hole being left by which any air might escape except one at the mouth. A ring of thin wire is fastened to the mouth of the balloon, and across this wire two other wires are fastened in the shape of the letter X. These wires should be a little depressed where they cross each other. A piece of cot ton dipped in alcohol is placed in the depressed center of the crossed wires, a light is applied, and directly the air insiae becomes heated the balloon as cends. A Good Time. "'Enjoyed your party, Bobby?" "Yes, ma." "Well, what little girls did you dance with?" "Oh, I didn't dance! I had three j fights downstairs with Willie Richard 1 son and I licked him every time." What is it goes most against a farm er's; grain? A reaping machin.