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THE REPUBLIC: SUNDAY. JULY 13, 1902.
PING-PONG 15 THE WARM-WEATHER DIVERSION OF YOUNG 5T. LOUIS SOCIETY MATRONS. POLISHED TABLES IN CENTER OF REAR LAWNS AFFORD CONVENIENT COURTS. WITH STARS AND ELECTRIC LIGHTS FOR ILLUMINATION THE GAME BECOMES AN EVENING PASTIME. VELVETY GRASS PROVES RESTFUL TO THE EYES and COOLING TO TIRED FEET AiiFS S? L a Srrrm mrvyis - : imiiniiiiHiiiiiui i n a f liiii it- - j- .! uiinmiuimm'1'"'" ll,,r-- - CUM II f UV -Hl frf2.JtTrTr Ufl iwS55jw?S lumuiim'iiiiiiiin'iinim srJ""'ltt''u,ZZz?? 'Th? -' . ""ni)iii,i,.Tl ' '."'WrUCfTfiC?! '-. - Zr"","H7WJlni .7- - UUjm i i I fa SkV 1 ? i It r I V ;&s1 K .t; Mrs. Craufnrr? n..,- Donovan and Mr; -Frnpc the' table. Mrs. Ralph Mrs. Mae W;ggs looking i n h wrwrtp'gnF,TTi Kr C?.wford Ptttv-iti ef St. Lool has ohrtd Q problem o tni-Wng hnsbaad. fT7illy cad irlenfti, eomfort&blt at boma, rn tn tbe hottest -weather. At her beau tiful Mxideaoe. No. C27 West Plus bonle Trt3. gmrTrr has so terrors for tho:a who Uv thero. rtec uuidtwr of 7esra Mrs. Dcncaa has rtfoxtd to shut tip her hcrass In tha t-ora-aa; cr It her hcsfcond behind to itais tfi trlth tha dlscoroforU of a loaeljr ex irtzDoa. As Mr. Bcccan's business keeps htm la tha eitr tha best part of tha hot twin, lira. Duncan declines to co away br heraalf. In tha month of August they go toxsthtr to some Northern or Eastern raajJt and com hack together, irben vaca tlsn thsa is ep. Tha roolt of tM thourhtfolners and tm Mtflshaass oa Mrs. Duncan's part Is trrat tlMraJs a yerr channlnr. comfortabla hocashold erst on the boulevard, where so zsasr bosses have tha blinds drawn and tha windows tUhtlr dosed. While the front ef the Duncan rxrese has that gs!al aspect of epenesa In tha after Tmwtt. wbca tha sun Is coins down. It is in the back yard that tha Duncans find their real enjoyment. FingpPong Transplanted to tha Cool Back Yard. Th4 irrely rame of plac-pcnt, to which INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE. STORTETTH. ymxTTZsr toti thb scndat iutpubuc It waa sight and the hour was late, but K. Beauville paid no attention to the rireamttanees. "Ho was seated at his table la the largest of the two rooms he occupied in the Rut de la Rein a Hortense, with the charcoal stove near by and writing rapidly on large sheets of paper, each of which was ornamented with an elaborate heading in sanguinary crimson, an integral part of which was a choice collection of lethal weapons, surmounted by a Phrygian cap. 1L Beauville was aged SIX He was short and stout, and his face was red and his hair white. Ha was a patriot cf the ex tremest order. H belonged to tea dubs, and was inspected of having been a lead ing spirit in twice as many suppressed newspapers. He was of opinion that all regular government empires. kingships and republics alike were outrages on an en lightened age. and he was very much per suaded that If mundane affairs were organ ised by himself and certain other choice spirits an era of brightest felicity symbol ized by barricades and bombs would forth with be instituted. Tl, BeauvUle was neither loved nor ap preciated la the manner he wished by the authorities. Administrative officials, espe cially when they are French, have an in comprehensible yet 'ineradicable antipathy to all Children of Freedom. The Minister of Police and his hirelings were particular ly hostile to M. Beauville, because, while they were la no moral doubt touching the nature of his proceedings, they had never been able to obtain a scrap of really In criminating evidence to use against him: so that, while they had frequently arrested Ms, they had never been allowed to enjoy v $&L I !iiHlliHHSHHiHl)I"' Mrs. Ralph Orthwein and Mrs. Mae '! i Wiggs at I Duncan, -, Ernest ilD3$i BElAI t. B3Hi. s i ; ?--" --s. 1-?? -. y .' r. "" I V. ia Rrtni,, ... ryt c.1 Orthwein and IS&V on. ur hod' 2tr and Sirs. Dnxeaa are arSenCty fi Totod. has been transplanted from the spar does dlnlnoroom to the cool, invltlns; hadi yard. There the master and mistress of th4 house can be seen nightly indulging tn thslT favorite pastime, often alone, and often stlQ surrounded by a select little coterlt of friends, who come from for and near to en joy the most captivating of parlor fixate under a, starlit sky. Mrs. Duncan's back yard is broad and deep. Both sides of the fence are lined with shrubs and plants of hardy bloom. Several neatly trimmed trees afford modest shelter from the sun. The lawn runs from the house back to'the coal sheds. It Is as velvety as a carpet, restful to the eyes and cooling to tired feet. In the center of the yard is a table. It U solidly built on an ample trestle to give it support and steadiness. Its smoothly planed top Is covered with an oil doth of Ivory whiteness. The net is spread in the center. An electrlo wire attached to the kitchen lights runs from the house to & cross-wire that can be detached in the daytime. This wire carries an electrlo lamp and furnishes sufficient light to the players. Coterie of Friends Meet at Dnncan Home. Every night in the weak there Is a same on, the weather permitting-. Sometimes a ' fcls society for anything near as long a pe riod as they desired. M. Beauville chuckled softly to himself as he wrote. He knew that his enemies would be overjoyed to obtain possession of the many folios of manuscript which lay before him. These contained the annual report ef M. Beauvlllo's pet club, and there was enough matter in them, provided it were read by the proper, or, rather, the Improper, eyes, to cast a black shadow of disaster oier the careers of many patriots. including the career of M. BeauvUle him self. M, Beauville was sot afraid. Immunity from damer had made him careless. He had not received' a domiciliary visit for three months, and had strong hopes that he would )SOt receive such an honor for as equally long time. Also, he fancied that his door was securely fastened, and that be was. In more than one respect, prepared for contingencies: and. In fine, he did not expect that anything unpleasant was going to happen. M. Beauville had sot always been a pa triot. He had once been a family man. but his wife had died, and his only son bad proved himself unworthy. He had actually had the face to consider that even an Emperor might not be to bad if only you knew all about him. and he had married the daughter of aa administra tive clerk. That had settled It. M. Beau vlllo had disowned Camllle. albeit the ac tios had cost him sharp pangs. He had loved him before his conduct had forbidden the further bestowal of affection. That had been seven years ago. The father and son had not met since. During the period of separation the son had sot prospered. His father-in-law had died ruined, and his own enterprises had all Tn" - "''"sal ;4? M the game. Mrs. Crawford .1 Mrs. Dan Donovan and Mrs. 7,p Boogher umpiring. -?'o - N NS 44 bA ; ki m V.. ,.VW 1U .1 niij 4 fe7-Jf(f -- ''r2 w .. H" . n Ji is: r m ,uV " X? ' BrVT "'',?: io -Vft n a rause in the Oame. wigg; and Mrs. Ernest Boogher ap propriating the candy. i eToady aftemoea hrrax to Mrs. Daacsrfs home her little cotarie of pInsponf friends for practice or recreation. The youns; ma trons of this particular summer plng-pons party are Mrs. Ralph Orthwein. Mrs. Daa Donovan. Mrs. Mae WIks, Mrs. Ernest Boogher and their hostes. ''- Duncan. In the eveninr the husbands Join the rame. All come to grief, ne had been too proud to appeal for aid to hit father, who had sot sees fit to give it without being asked. Then he had died, too, asd his father had refused to see his widow and child, and had disappeared gone no one seemed to know where. M. Beauville, however, thought ef the subject to-night, as he wrote, despite him self. Decidedly he might have been less harsh to Camllle. Even patriots ought sot to carry things too far. Politics ought not to be allowed to upset domestlo Joy. Ca mlU had not been blameless far from It. but the course taken against him had been too rough. It almost would yes. it certainly would be very well if he, M. Beauville, could meet with the widow and the baby and do what he could for them. M. Beau vine's pen paused in its rapid flight, and something suspiciously moist fell upon his paper. The Child of Freedom had human weaknesses. He hastily dashed an Ink stained handkerchief over his eyes, mut tered a. remark uncomplimentary to himself under his breath, and prepared to "resume his t?'t But he hesitated. What was that sound outside the door? M. Beauville sprang to his feet and glanced toward the stove. Tht sound again, much plainer. Was it could It be a child's laughterT M. Beauville carefully pushed back a panel in the wall and deposited the precious manuscript la the cavity it covered. Then he opened the door of his room warily. In fear of a trap the creatures of tyrants are sometimes very artful, and up to tricks. Outside stood a priest from St. Hulplce, with a little boy In his arms. The one had a thin, fine, gentle face, and wore a robe cf rusty black, and the other was fat. red-cheeked, smiling, and had a bright. waiia coat. "Have I the honor." asked the priest, "of addressing M. Beauville?" "You have," answered the Asplrer. curtly. "Thrn. monsieur, I ask pardon for the lateness of my visit. I have had difficulty In finding your abode, and I deliver my charge into your hands. Tour grandson." "The mother?" interrupted M. Beauville, startled, , . , r-V :t Sgi ISS &. ru .-.j3 ESS 82 'S47 tt - V',?? VY. "rv! " " -- .A wm,jjxw Mrs- Crawford Duncan's St. Bc. wi. yVV "ard. Prince, taking his bath. g :. - .: -- usa Mrs. Mae r ef theta are s1ay-t-htJices this seasoa, for if any cf them so away at an it win sot be tin the summer la nearly oxer. The Udlee generally wear their shirt waist suits for the gama. By common oon sent this seems to be the popular toilet simple material, but decidedly cblo in cut I "Madams died yesterday at Montrntrtre. She Intended to send for you at the end. but there was not time. She was proud. too proud, and poor. Had she .approached you before It would have been, she thought. to beg; and you had said you hated her. So she worked hard, but she was not strong. and-rwell, her tears are dried, and the is at rest now. But her son? Ah. she loved him. and before she died she prayed ma to carry him to you." "Do you know me?" asked M. BeauvUle of tho boy. who answered by holding out his hands fearlessly and laughing. "No. you cannot. How should you? What s his name?" "Surely monsieur knows?" "Yes, I remember. It it Georges, Civs him to me." M. Beasvmo gently took the boy. He called out to the departing priest that he would see him again. Then he re-entered his room and refastened the door. He seat ed himself In his chair and held Georges on his knees. The boy was sot at all afraid, but chattered in a. shrill voice and in broken sentences, which somehow failed to sound complete. M. Beauville listened for a time is silence. The br.br talk moved the heart of the patriot. EventnaUy he began to In terrogate. He asked about his dead son. his wife. life, deeds, hopes, death. He learned little, because the knowledge of Georges was limited. He sighed at last and, placing the boy upon the floor near the fire, at the foot of the table, gave him aa illus trated volume to amuse himself with. The report bad to be finished before day break. It was brought forth and M. Beau ville wt.to work upon it afresh. His heart was filled with a strange mingling of Joy and sorrow. He was to be allowed to do something for the child, but for the parents he could do nothing. At length he became absorbed in the re port, and worked steadily until he had fin ished, and then read over and corrected what he had written. As he finished each he dropped it abstractedly to the fioor. where his temporarily forgotten grandson was seated, playing quietly by the stove. Folio after folio was treated thus, the boy still making so saund. The last folio con K?3v tji 'lUuiUllLD Mrs. Ernest 'Boogher, Donovan. Mrs. Ralph Orthwein, Mrs. Crawford Duncan, Mrs. Mae Wiggs. MW$M mm l A-O'i . ,:. i JWa . ivr; - lffl 5-Jll vjl UUj'i fcT' V? "J. Tgw v ' ?h&h Svo : ;-w: i an style. The reanrtSsS oT tie . look cool and comfortable in tha evening In their white shirt waists. A simple, but dainty spread follows tha game and the eight la often far advanced before the par ty breaks up. Now and then a plcnlo at Orthwein Heights, tha country home of Mr. and Mrs. tained only a line cr so. but M. Beauville held It longer than he had done the others before he turned to send It after these. As It fluttered downward the door was burst open without ceremony and the room was filled with gendarmes. M. Beauville rosi with a loud cry and Instantly fell back into his chair. For a second be thought himself lost. A sharp exclamation aroused htm and he raised a white face to see what had happened. As each folio of the report had been tossed from the table to the floor llttlo Georges had seized and transferred them to the stove. Absorption in his work and tem porary forgetfulness of his grandson's pres ence had prevented M, Beauville frcm being suspicious or detecting the odor of burning paper. The lncriminatlsg evidence was a mass of ashes. .Wilhelmina's Heir. The Grand Duke cf Baxe-Wetmar, who is the next heir to Queen Wllhslmlsa, is a wealthy young Prince. He Is 11 years of ae and enmarried, la Germany, it is said, he has a reputation for "bulls" worthy of an Irishman Once, while visiting a publlo school, he noticed two soys of striking similarity in appearance. "Why. what a remarkable likeness!" he exclaimed. "These lads must be twins!" "Tea. your Royal Highness," remarked the principal, and he beckoned the two yccsgsters to him. "Ah. my son." said the Prince, placing his hand on the head of one of them, "what is your name?" -Helnrich." "And how old are you?" "Six." "And you?" ho said, turning to the other boy. On another occasion his kind heart took pity on a murderer sentenced to Imprison ment for life, and he proposed to remit the "last three years of the sentence." Tlt Blts. ...... linmimiiiL n n A-I ' -r VJ.5 ?3P1 v7B!f9 riaV&'f nmaott, 'ttnrauiiiit Mrs. Dan a. - r ,-- "Atf vj . w: fc, gk ---3 ....- ' l"X1j ,E; 7' V. --- sissi - 5fV?ZL-jl:35 . i zl- Mre- fr,(nA n.. J A I . -- rr- iiiij. uiawiuiu- LSUlliail dllU iil'. Jj an Donovan playing Pin--F 0. fc-i' scr uuiwiTs, TirTea tns Bisxaaur sotony f this summer idyl among society folks, who seem to have banded them selves together for the purpose of making the season as socially agreeable as the long winter months. The Fourth of July was one of those delightful plcnlo days. Tennis a Featnre on the Orthwein Lawn. Jest now Mrs. Ralph Orthwein is having laid out at her home en Bartmtr avenue a tennis court, and that game will also he played with the stars and electrlo lights for an illumination, Mrs. Duncan's ptcg-pocg set win he the i principals of the tennis games to be played , at sight tn Cabasne, With so much to en tertain the younger society element, it Is doubtful if many more will Join the earlier exodus during the month of August. Mrs, Mae Wiggs has decided to remain at home to keep house for her father, the genial Pat Short, who has rent his wife and grand son away, hut prefer for himself the comforts of his charmingly appointed home. Mrs. Wiggs. who calls her father "son," looks after the cooking herself, an! leaves even the fascinating ping-pong, at which she is a adept, to return home n THE WOMAN WHO WAS "DONE. WlU'l'lJS; TOTt TUB STJNDAT RETtTBUCL "It's only a bad attack of parasitus; m bo ail right soon," raid the bachelor ctrl weakly from her pillow-propped position on the divan, as she motioned her sympathis ing caller to aa easy chair. "Oh. parasltusr said the friend, trying to look as if she knew all about it. "That must be bad for you I didn't know you were 111 at all or I would have come over socner. Do you have these attacks often?" The bright eyes of the bachelor girt twin kled. "Almost every week." she said, dole fully; "in fact. Just as often as Ima Spunga comes over here." "Guess I don't know her." said the ether girl doubtfully, and wondering it her sick friend was mind-wandering. "Oh. that isa't her real name, brut we the girl who shares the apartment with me and I call her that. Cox why she Is such a dreadful little sponger. I shan't tell you who she Is. for it would be unkind you might recognize her. But she always leaves me absolutely prostrated after one of her calls. And so we have likewise dubbed the illness which ensues parasitus." "I begin to have glimmerings of light at the end of the tunnel of mental darkness you've been dragging me through. So she is & parasite? a kind of pretty, hideous hu man orchid, feeding on other people. I know one or two myself." "But It doesn't hurt the professional cponge; she is toe fastidious to stoop to shop work or any decent labor. Oh, no! She Is too proud, but she isn't above letting you buy all her stamps, pay her car fare and do her telegraphing for her. not to men tion a dozen other ways of working you."- . r vrm i! P&S VV w-- .vs Mfm- ' . , T- eP-WiDMAF v - . JW Sfi I-aS . Bivvit- 'I S Wfcl r-vw i O, 2 i Tessa w eta-re ts cSMfaa, aaa hrefr I company at dinner. I Bathtnb for Prince, Mrs. HI? -t Dnncan's St. Bernard Do& Not eves, tha house dog is foiguttta tfi Mrs. Duncan's home. Way hack la tha yard, under a shady tree is a, large atrsara tank with a canopy oa top to protect tha bather frost the sun. This Is tha tab la which Prise. Mrs. Duncan's Mr St. Bs t.t. takes his dally plunge, The tns Ja filled with fresh water three times s week. At the bottom tha tub has a flow-oS. fas tened with a ecrfc. Any handy hoy eoaW construct one of these tubs, which has re tin lining to keep the wood from rottls-g. Whlle Mrs. Duncan's friends were playing ping-pong the other afternoon. Prince had his bath. As he Jumped out and among tha guests he was not very careful of their fresh and crisp toilets, but sprayed thira with the water, which lie shook oat of his shaggy mane. However, these are incidents that make things all the more pleasant far the young matrons, whose healthful recre ation is the admiration of the few neigh oars, who, like them, are remaining at home. j Thta yon know her? I feel like a -knock-er. I didn't mean you to know who X nvMnt." "No mora do I; but I know the species. X told you. What did she do to you this time?" "WeD the bachelor gtrl turned over and rested on her elbow, to enumerate, on her fingers "she stayed to dinner; that was CO cents you know we always have to pay extra for guests at this house, and while X don't mind in the least the bit of money. I do object to being, as you say. 'worked' for it. Td rather spend C willingly on an In vited person than 5 cents on a self-Invited one. It's the principle, not the money, that grates on me." "I know that. Didn't you lend me Just half of your salary last winter when I" "Never mind that." interrupted the bach elor girl, smiling. "But I have done even more than that for Ima Spunge. and It only makes her worse. She almost asked me to take her to tho beach to-morrow, and X suppose I'll have to; I couldn't get out of It: and it's my first Sunday off from my choir, too, and I was going to the country." "It's too bad." sympathized the visitor. "Then sho rang up a messenger, remark ing that it must be so convenient to have them paid at the office downstairs. Thea she remembered that she must telepbono to her sweetheart downtown, and that was 29 cents on my bill, for she talked over tha flve-mlnute limit. Then she sat at my desk and wrote three letters, asking casually as usual, if I had some stamps. When X tried to say I thought not, she rumaged till she found them." "After that she called you Into tha haS to borrow a" "How did you know that? Well, that's Just what she did. Now you see why I have the parasitus. I wonder what rata dt to the fellows they call chean, i ou-g i w.g fl'!. imrm0z-ifrtme rtti- i irv- mmmamiimjtemesKM nut; if i aatata-aaa-Ua-aA it in mmmumm'M