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tfflfinmflfr$mflfrHn0ftfM A LOVE LESSON lii MECHANICS By CHARLES S. REID (Coprrtht. 1001, lr Dally Htory 1'ub. Co.) "Tantalus!" exclaimed Duko Es mond, as Margery Majors whirled away from his sldo In tho arms of Caruthors, his rival. Tho orchestra was playing a quick waltz, and Margery smiled back upon Duke a nilschiovons little smilo as she felt the Influence of the music. "Confound 'om both," Duko con tinued, as ho leaned back in tho littlo alcove whero ho and Margery had been standing. "I am no soonor on tho point of urging my suit at some seemingly opportune moment, than something turns up to intorrupt mo; and she, with evident satisfaction, plays into tho hands of tho fato that Is against me." Piom behind tho curtains of the al cove, which woro partly drawn, Duko watched them as they glided hero and there among tho waltzcrs. Tho glow of Margery's cheeks and tho sparklo of her eyes told how much she was enjoying tho dance; for Caruthors was not only the handsomest man, but tho best dancer and tho most dashing follow In tho ball room. Ca ruthors was wealthy, also. "Tho dog! What advantage has ho not?" exclaimed Duko, ns tho thought of all these qualifications of his rival camo to his mind. "But Caruthors Is a gambler, which fact Is pretty well known." Esmond mado a mental entry of this negatlvo qualification against his rival. "Intellectually, Caruthors is, to say tho most, but mediocre." Duko mado another entry In his mental register against tho possiblo worthiness of tho handsomest msin In tho room. "Caruthers's moral standing is not abovo question." Esmond scored au other. "But what am I doing?" ho sudden ly asked himself. "Why, I am mak ing comparisons from tho intorested standpoint of a conceited nss. I am building qualifications of my own over tho wreckage of thoso of my rival a very uncharitable piece of business to bo engaged in." Ho loft tho alcovo and walked across tho hall. A moment later, ho had joined tho dancers with a beauti ful, sylph-llkc crcaturo looking up Into his faco from the half-clrclo of his strong arm. And soon, a pair of f Duke watched them, bright eyes woro watching this now couple closely, and thoso eyes woro looking over tho shoulder of tho hand somest man in tho room. Tho evening passed, tho danco was over, and tho guests woro taking their leave. For a moment Duko held in his clasp a hand he would liko to havo held always. It was for only a moment, scarcoly long enough for him to havo said good night; yot ho had managed to lean .forward and 'riijsper into a shell-llko ear that "fldliigly under a roll of soft i Hi 4iir, ' ' ' brown -hair: "Never mind. I under stand, and I shall get even with you yet." Margery laughed, as sho withdrew her hand; and, bowing Esmond good night, joined tho party which was just thon going out. For two years Duko Esmond had lovod hor, but ovory advance of his had been checked In such a manner that ho did not feel repulsed, and yet ho could not go forward. To-night ho had decided that ho must resort to strategy of some kind; but an hour's thought before ho slept brought to his mind no feasible plan. "But I am a fool," said Duko to himself. "Why do I not run over her little evasions and como to tho point?" A few days later, on a bright Monday morning, Duko guided his auto down town and stopped in front of a repair shop. "I think I havo a small puncture," ho said to tho proprietor. "Yes, a small one In this tire," agreed tho workman, oxamining a front wheel; "but it will bo fifteen or twenty minutes before I can repair it." "So long as that?" "I am sorry, but am out of cement, and I shall havo to go across town to got some. I havo a machine there which has a puncturo to be repaired, and I fear the owner will call before I got back now." Ho pointed toward an auto a few feet away, and Esmond recognized It as Margery's machine "I have given my help a holiday," continued tho repairer, "and shall havo to go after tho comont myself." "Then you wish to close the shop?" Duko asked. "I prefer to leave It open, if you havo no objections to waiting hero fifteen or twenty minutes." "Certainly not," answered Duke, involuntarily glancing toward tho other machine. When the man had gone, Esmond walked to tho door and looked out. Then ho quickly turned back into tho place Margery was coming. And a moment later sho entered tho shop. "Good morning, Is thoro anything I can do for you?" asked Duke, com ing from behind tho door, whero he had concealed himself. Margery smiled. 'Why, yes; can you toll mo whero tho shop man Is?" "Certainly. Ho is gone to get some cement with which to repair a tire on a machine which was sent hero early this morning by a lady patron who seems to be her own chauffeur, usually." "It is mine. When will ho return?" "In about fifteen minutes." "And I shall havo to wait?" "I am waiting." Margery glanced at Duko, then into tho street. "I guess I'd better como back later," sho said. "Oh, no, just sit down," Insisted Duke, "and wait patiently, as I am doing. We who affect tho Bohemian stylo must do as Bohemia docs. It will bo for only a few minutes." "I will wait, but don't lot's sit down." "Why not?" "Oh, I want to meddle a little. 1 want to sec all these tools and things tho man has here; and I want you to tell mo about them." Duko laughed a littlo to himself. Margery was a strategist. "I shall bo delighted," ho declared. "I am a workman myself." Margery began to examino tho various tools and devices about tho shop, asking a dozen questions about each. At last sho wandered to n cor ner in a rear room. Hero was an iron viso mounted at tho end of a work bench. "What is this?" asked Margery, clasping ono side of tho open viso with both hands, allowing her fingers to slip down between Its jaws. "That Is a viso," answered Duko, glancing round to assure himself thlfl part of tho shop was cut off from view of tho street by a half partition. Seiz ing tho lovor of the viso, ho gave tho screw a sudden turn and closed tho machine's big jaws upon Margery's shapely fingers. Sho drew a littlo quick breath of surprise, then looked up into Esmond's face. "Pleaso let mo loose," she pleaded in a pettish tone. "I am sorry, Miss Margery; but really, I cannot just now." "Mr. Esmond, I do not understand what you mean." "It means, Margery, that I have you whero you are compelled for onco to listen to a few things I havo to say." "Oh, please release me." "Oh, pleaso keep quiet for a few minutes and hear what I have to say, for I am determined to say it beforo wo have an interruption." "Oh, Mr. Esmond, I I just know that I am going to cry if I am not re leased at once." "Tears could not turn mo from my purposo now, Margery. I lovo you; did you know it? Of course you did." "I havo thought all along that you M-k-e-d mo very well." "Liked, tho deuce! You know very Closed the machine's big jaws on Mar gery's shapely fingers, well that I lovo you with all tho emphasis that can be ascribed to that feeling. Why, my heart gets right up into my mouth every time I soo you with another man, and I havo a thousand fool thoughts embracing des perate suggestions such ns sulcido and avowed cynicism. Margery, I am tired of it. I want to know right now whether you lovo me or not." "Oh, Duke," exclaimed Margery in a quick volco, "I think tho shop man is coming in." "Shop man bo hanged! I am not minding him or any other man just now. Margery, do you love me?" "Mr. Esmond, I know somo ono Is coming." "Yes, so there is, some time, but not just now. Oh, Margery, dear Margery," ho said, going close to hor, "lovo me, won't you? Please lovo me. You must lovo mo, for you soo I am holding your two hands." "Mr. Esmond, I command you to relcaso mo this moment." "Margery, woro wo ono, I might obey your commands." "Mr. Esmond!" "My sweet Margery!" "This is ungallant, to say tho least of it." "Is it? I thought it merely strategic. You know I lovo you so much, and I am going to kiss you this moment, unless you tell mo you lovo me." "You wouldn't daro, Mr. Esmond." "Indeed, I would. Now, do you lovo mo?" "Oh, thero Is somo ono coming." "I think you aro mistaken. Tell mo quickly, do you lovo mo?" "N-o!" after a moment's hesitation. Duke leaned forward and kissed hor on each cheek, as sho dodged from sldo to side. Then ho quickly re leased tho screw of tho vise, and al lowed Margery to withdraw her fingers. For a moment sho turned upon him a dignified look of roproach, then a smllo stolo over her features. Duko seized her hands. "You do lovo mo, Margery, do you not?" ho pleaded. "C course I do, Duke. Haven't you kuown It all tho time?" "Then why did you say just now that you did not?" "Because you had said you would kiss me, if I said no." Thero was a sudden embrace, and as Margery's head rested on Duke's shoulder, sho whispered into his ear: "Do you know, my hands wero not fastened in tho vise at all? I could havo withdrawn them easily." "I know it, sweetheart." "You mean old thing!" rang In Duke's ear; but ho smothered further utteranco with a kiss. LIBERTY WAS STILL FAR OFF. Poet's Move for Freedom Only Made Matters Worse. Prof. H. V. Hllprecht, the noted As syrlologlst of tho University of Penn sylvania, was describing ono of tho first excavations of Nippur. Ho told of a certain digging that had ended In failure, and illustrated his disappoint ed over tho failure in this way: "My disapointmont was as great as that of a young French poet of whom I heard during my vacation. "This poet was stopping at a 'Dl nnrd' pension, and certain expected remittances did not reach him. Henco ho could not pay his bill. "Week after week ran on. The land lord would not let tho poet leave till his account was squared, and, since ho was penniless, to squaro his account was an impossibility. Henco he de cided to flee secretly. "Late ono night, when all was dark and still, tho poet lowered his mod est littlo trunk out of a rear window by a rope. Ho proposed to descend tho rope afterwards himself. And at tho prospect of freedom his heart beat high. "But imagine his disapointmont, as tho trunk reached the ground, to hear tho landlord's voice call up to him: "'All right. I've got tho trunk Now Jet go of tho rope.' " Sweet Nothings. "Has Miss "Wealthy at last consent ed to listen to him?" "Yes. He told mo that ho found her very Interesting. Of course that must bo a figure of speech. Everybody knows that courtship is mado up of sweet nothings. By tho way, I wonder what 'sweet nothings' aro?" "Tho case you have just mentioned gives a very clear example." "I don't quite see how." "Havo you a pencil and a piece of paper?" "Yes." "Well, set down tho figures '$1,000 000.' " "Thero you have It." "First you havo tho dollar mark." "Certainly." "Next comes the figure ono." "Yes." "Well, what follows aro the sweef nothings." Wanted Information. Tho Rev. Dr. W. S. Itainsford told tho other day of an opponent of ritual ism in tho Episcopal church who took his littlo daughter to a "high" church for tho first time. Tho littlo girl had been attending a very "low" church, whore a vested choir was a thing un known, and whon tho troop of littlo boys in long white robes appeared at tho processional, the child could not contain herself. "Oh, papa," sho shrieked, "look at all thoso boys in nightgowns! Do they sleep here all tho time, and whore is tho bath they aro going to?" Now York Times. Knew His Business. "Yes," acknowledged tho woll-drossec man, I havo a very good Income, but I do not feel ablo to keop an auto mobile." "But I am sure I could Interest you," argued tho denier. "A man who has tho money you aro said to havo suro ly ought to afford a good touring ma chine." "No; I'd loso too much on tho re pairs. You see, my incomo arises from a couplo of auto repair shops was lucky enough to start a year ago." llllM.