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ft Woman
Author or "Ttic Faco and tho Mast," "In
the Midst ot Alarms," etc.
(Copyright, 1895, by Robert Bacr.)
Jennie Brewster stood vritli her back to
die door, a sweet smile ou tier face.
"This it niy day lor acting. Miss Long
worth. I lulnk I old the'ioie ot bouae
niaid so well that it deceived se'vcral mem
bers ot this ramlly. I am now giving an
imitation ot yoarselt In your thrilling orama,
'All at Sea. Don't yoa think I do It most
"Yes," said Edith, sitting down again.
"I wonder yon elid not adopt the stage as
a profession."
."I hate often thouglit or doing so, but
Journalism is more exciting."
"Perhaps. Still, it has its disappoint
ment. When I gave my thrilling urania,
as you cull it, on shipboard, I had my (stage
accessories arranged to better advantage
than you have now."
"Do you menu the putting off or the
"No; I mean that the electric button
was under my hand it was impossible
ror you to ring ror hel Now, whlleou
hold the door, you cannot stop me from
ringing, for the bell rope is here beside me."
"Yen, that is a disadvantage, I admit.
Do you intend to ring, then, nnd have me
turned out?"
"I don't think that will lie necessary. I
lmagiih- you will go quietly."
"You are a pretty clever girl. Miss Long
worth. I wish I liked you, but I don't,
so we won't waste valuable lime deplor
ing that face Have you no curiosity to
bear what I was going to tell you?"
"Not the'sliglitei-t: but there ls.pne thing
I should like to know."
"Oh, is there? Well, thafshnman, at any
rate. What do you wish to know7"
Ton came here wellrecomiiiendcd. How
did you know I wanted a housemaid, and
were your testimonials " Kdlth paused
for a word, which Jennie piomptly sup
plied. "Forged? Oh.deamo. Thereisnnncces
sity for doing anything criminal in this
country, if you have the money. I didn't
forge them I bought them. Didn't you
write to an of il.c good ladles who stood
sponsor for me?"
"Yes, and received most flattering ac
counts of you."
"Certainly. That was part of the con
tract. Oh. you can doanythlng witbmnney
In London; It is a most delightful town.
Then. as !or knowing there lsa vacancy, that
also w:s money. I bribed the other house
maid to leave."
",I hi' And what object had you in all
Jennie Brewster laughed thesanicsllvery
Jennie llrews-tcr Stood
laugh that had charmed William an hour
or two before a laugh that sometimes
haunted Wentworth's memory in the city.
She left Lor scntlncl-UUc position ot the
door, and threw herself into a chair.
"Mis Longworth," die said, "you are
not consistent. You first pretend that you
haveno curiosity to hear what I ha ve tosay,
then yon ak me exactly what I was going
to tell you. Of course, you are dying
to know why I oni here: you wouldn't be
a woman If you weren't. Now. Tvc chang
ed my mind, and I don't intend to tell you.
I will say. though, that my cbject In coming
here, was, first, to find out for myself
how sirvants are treated in this country.
You see my sympathies are all with the
women who work, anil not with the
women well, like yourself, for instance."
"Yes, I think you said that once before.
And how do we treat our servants?"
"So far as my experience goes, very
well indeed."
"It is most gratifying to hear you say
this. I was afraid we might not have
met your approval. And now, where
shall I send you your month's money. Miss
Jennie Brewster leaned back in her
chair, her eyes al! but closed, an angry
light shooting from them that reminded
Edith or her glance or hatred on board the
steamship. A rich, warm glow or color
overspread her fair face, and her lips
closed tightly. There was a moment's
silence between thcm,and then Jennie's
indignation passed away as quickly as
it came. She laughed, with Jnst a touch
of restraint in her tone.
"You can say an insulting thing more
calmly and sweetly than any one I ever
met before; I envy you that. When I say
anything low down and mean, I say It
in anger, anil my voice lias a certaiu
amount of acridity In It. I can't purr
like a cat and scratch at the same time I
wish I could."
"Is it an Insult to offer you the money
you have earned?"
"Yes, 11 is and you. knew- it was when
you spoke. You don't understand me a
Lltle bit"
"Is it necessary that I should?"
"I don't suppose you think it is," said
Jennie, meditatively, resting her elbow on
her knee, and her chin on her iialm, "That
Is where our point of view differs. I like
to know everything. It interests me to
learn what people think: and talk about,
and somehow Jt doesn't seem to mattcrto
me who the people are, for I was even more
interested in your butler's political opinion
than I was in Lord Frederick Bingham's.
They are both Conservatives, but Lord
Freddie seems .shaky in his views, for you
can argue him down in five minutes, but
the bntler is as steadfast as a rock. I do
admire that butler. I hope you win break
the news or my departure gently to him,
for he proposed to me, and ho has not yet
had his answer."
"Tur is still time," said Edith, smiling
j7vV M V V 1 1 HhiIm) Ilia Jv'trii KVTffifr:ic Si" xji- "-U It-'f
m W I Wmstw 11 II
iknw Mm
V -. n . jjlgy" ill'iT
in, spite of herself. "Shall I ling for
him?" "
"Please do not. I want to avoid a pain
ful scene, because lie is so sure or himself
and never dreams of a refusal. It is such
a pity, too, for the butler is my ideal
of what a member of the aristocracy should
tie. His dignity is something awe Inspir
ing, while Lord Freddie Is such a simple,
good-natured, every-day young fellow,
that if I Imported him to the States I am
sure no one would -believe he was a real
lord. With the butler It would be so
different,"" added Jennie, with a deep
sigh. t
"It is too bad Hint you cannot exchange
tlie declarallon of the butler for one from
Lord Frederick."
"Too badl" cried Jennie, looking with
,wide-ppen eyes at the girl before her.
"Why, bless you,"l had a proposal from
Lord Freddie two weeks before I ever
saw tho butler. I see you dou't lielieve a
word I say. Well, you ask Lord Freddie.
I'll introduce you and tell him sou don't
believe he asked me to be Lady Freddie, if
that's the title. He'll look sheepish, but
he won't deny It. You see, when I found
I was going to stay in England ror a time,
I wroto to the editor or the Argus to get
rue a bunch or letters ot introduction and
send them over, as I wanted particularly
to study the aristocracy. So he sent; them,
and, I assure you, I round it much more
difficult to get into your servants' hall th.iii
I did Into the halls or the nobility: be
sides, it costs less to mix with the Upper
Edith sat In silence, looking with amazed
interest at the young woman, who talked
so rapidly that there was sometimes a dlf
ricully In following what she said.
"No. Lord Freddie, was not half so conde
scending as the butler, neither was his lan
guage so well chosen; but then, I suppose,
the butler's had more practice, for Freddie
Is very youug. I am exceedingly disap
pointed with the aristocracy. They are not
nearly so haughty as I had Imagined them
to be. But what astonishes me in this
country is the way you women spoil tho
men. You are much too good to them.
You pH. them and fawn on them, and
naturally they get conceited. It Is such a.
pity, too, for they are nice fellowR, most
of them. It is the same everywhere I've
lieen servants' hall and all. Why. when
you meet a young couple, of wlut you
are pleased to call the lower classes, walk
ing In the park, the man hangs down his
head as he slouches along, but the girl looks
defiantly at you. as much to say, 'I'vo
got him. Bless him! What have you to say
about it?" while the man seems to lie
ashamed of himself, and evidently fetls
that he's bcn had. Now, a man should be
made to understand that you're doing him
a great faior when you give him a civil
won!. That's the proper state of mind
to keep a man in. and then you can do what
you like with him. I generally make him
With Her Back to the Door.
propose, so as to get it over before any
real harm's done, and to give an artistic
finish to the episode. Arter that you ca n be
real good friends, and have a Jolly time.
Tliat's what I did with Lord Freddie. Wc
all went up ihe river one day two young
men friemls of Freddie's nnd two nice
girls, a chaperon, and myself. Would you
believe that those two girls proposed to
low us up stream, and the young men ac
taallyal'o wed them todo-so. I wassteerlng.
ami It made mc so angry I couldn't speak.
Freddie seemed to feeltbat It was necessary
to keep up a conversation, but when I
didn't reply to him. he calmly lit his pipe
and iiegan to smoke. The other two re
clined with their-hats over their eyes and,
I think, went to. sleep. Meantime the two
nice girls trudged'along the bank together,
pulling the rope. I would have sunk the
boat If I' Could, "bufl didn't know how.
Well, when wc sot to the place where wc
were fo have tea,, the young men said It was
Jolly nice of the girts to tdw them so far;
then they went and sprawled under some
trees.-Ienving the-complacent girls to get
tea ready. I couldn't stand It any longer.
I went up Id the three sprawlers under the
tree, and, bidding them good -bye, I
started down ttic towpatli. Lord Freddie
sprang up and .came running after me.
asking where I was going. I told him I
was going to walk back to London. He
laughed and said I couldn't; It was
fifty miles -away. But when he saw I
was in earnest, he became anxious to know
what the matter was.
"I told him I thought I had come out
with three gentlemen, but. finding I was
mistaken. I-was going back. He got very
red, and then I Just gave him my opinion
of him and bis friends, coming out with
three girls and'paying no more attention
to them than if they were three dolls.
That settled things. Freddie apologized,
nnd he said he would go back and shake
the brutes up a bit, which. I suppose, he
did, for the brutes were as nice as could
be to us after thai. When Freddie nnd I
were towing the boat back, he proposed,
and I lauglKsl at him. After a while he
began lo laugh, too. nnd so we had a
splendid time. What a lovely little
rner the Thames Is, Isn't It? A nice,
clean, little pocket river. I would like
to buy It, and put it in oar back yard in
America, Just to sit and'look at it. Now.
heri-nm-I, chattering away as If I were
paid for talking IiVtead or writing. Why
defyou look al me'so? Don't you bcllevo
what I tell you?", ..
"Yes, I believe all you say. What I
can't understand is, -why a bright girl
like you should enter a bouse and well
do what you have done hero, for In
stance." "Why shouldn't I? "T- am after ac
curate information. I get IL in my own
way. Tour writers here tell how ths
poor lire, and that sort oC thing. They
enter the houses ot tho poor nuilc unblush-
lngly. and print their impressions or Ihe
ub'j. uam jjuui, mm iujreissiuii 01 me
iwiuij-Huvuii uirnin. iwn, wysuuiua j
the rich roan be exempt from jt similar In
vestigation?" "In either case it Is the work or a spy."
"Yes, but a spy is not a dishonorable
person; at least, be need not be. I saw
a monument in Westminster Abbey lo.a,
man who was hanged as a spy. A spy
must be brave; he must have nerve, cau
tion, and resource. Ho sometimes does
more for his country than a whole regi
ment. Oh, there arc Worse persons than
spies in this world."
"I suppose there are, still "
"Yes, I know. Jtiscasy for persons with
plenty of money to moralize on the short
comings or others. I'lltellyouasrirct I'm
writing a book, and if it's a success, then
good-by to Journalism. I don't like the spy
business mysclr any too well; I'm afraid
England is co u laminating mc.andlrlstajpd
here a few years I might degenerate so far
as to think your newspapers Interesting.
By the" way, do you know Mr. Wentworth's
Etiiili hesitated a moment, and at last
answered: "Yes, I do."
"Will jou give It to me? I think I ought
to write lilm a note of apology for all Ihe
anxleljsl caused him on board ship. You
may not believe It, but I have actually had
some twinges of conscience over tlutt
episode. I suppose that's why I partially
forgive you for slopping the cablegram."
Edith Longworth was astonished at her
self for giving the address to the youug
woman, but she gave it, and the Lady
Slavey departed In peace, saying by way
or farewell: "I'm not going to writo
up your household, after all."
When H.e new oititts of the Canadian
Mica Mining Company, -Limited, were com
pleted. Ken on took charge of (hem. He
was somewhat overpowered by their
grandeur, nnd he thought that uiuicisnry
expense had been inuirrcd In Hie lllllnrs.
but as they were now In for it, he said
noihiiig, although a shiver or icar ruuovrr
hlni when Le thought of the putsible failure
of his scheme, leaving the rapidly accumu
lating debt hanging over Mm. Hcoccupled
a desk In one of the back rooms, while a
clerk In the Iront office gave away pros
pectuses to all who called, and lurnisbrd
useful knowledge lo an InQUtrfng public.
Most of Kenyon's callers were newspaper
canvassers who wanted advertisements,
which John at that moment was unable In
supply. An oily j oung man, whose cast M
counienauce indicated that he belonged
said he was comralsloned bj the Financial
Field to get particulars aliout the minii
and this Information Kenyon readily sup
plied, feeling glad that noadverlisement was
asked for.
Longworth was seldom at the new of-
rices. H; was Ixisy seeing acquaintances
bo would take slock In the milling com
pany. He constantly cnutioued his partners
sgalnst being in too much ot it hurry, and
he amazed Wentworth by informing hira
that he had overcome the objections and
secured the cooperatlou or Melville, who
had reported so unfavorably about the
mineral, thus showing that anything could
be at coinpllsiied it you took your time
over it A Mr. King, also connected with
the china works, had promised his as
sistance. Thcfirst meetlug or propoed shareholders
was set for Monday uitinioon, and Long
worth expressed his belief that the form
ing of tlu; company would be accomplished
before the week was out.
I One day n hen KenyoTi entered the office
M'the clerk said to him:
"That young gentleman has been here
twice to see you He said It was very Im
portant, 6lr."
"What young gentleman?"
"The gentleman here is his card who
belongs to the Financial Ticld, slr." "
"Did he leave any message?"
"Yes. sin he said he would call ngaln at
3 o'clock."
"Very good," said Kenyon, nnd he be
gan compiling the address to the proimsed
At 3 o'clock the smooth, oily gentleman
from the Financial Field put in an appear
ance. "All, Mr. Kenyon," he said, "I am glad
to meet you. 1 culled In twice, but hail not
the good fortune lo find you In. Can I see
you in private for a moment?'"
"Certainly," answered Kenyon. "Come
into the directors' room." ami into the di
rectors room they went, Kenyon closing
the door behind them.
"Now." said the representative of the
Financial Tield. "I hnvo brought you a
proof or the editorial which we propose
using, and which I am desired by the pro
prietor to, show you. so that It may lierree.
it possible, from any error- We are very
anxious to have things comtt in the Fi
nancial Field," and with this he handed
to John a long slip of white paper with a
column or printed matter upon It.
.The article was headed, "The Canadian
Mica Mining Company, Limited." It went
on to show what the mine had been, what
it had done, and what chances there Were
Tor investors getting a good rptuni ror their
money by buying the shares. John read it
through carefully.
"That is a very handsome article," he
said, "and it is without an error, so fur as
I can see."
"I am glad you think so." replied the
yourr gentleman, folding up the proor and
putllnj it In his Inside pocket. "Now, as
I said oefore. although I am not the adver
tising canvasser or the Financial Field, I
thought I would see you with reference to
an advertisement for the paper."
"Well, you see, we have not had a meet
ing ot the proposed stockholders yet, and
we are not in a position to give any adver
tisements about themlne. Ihaveuodouht
advertisements will be given, and. of course,
your paper will be remembered amoug the
"Ah," said the youn; man. "that Is hardly
satisfactory to us. We have a vacant half
page- lor Monday the very best position In
th" paper which the proprietor thought
you would like to secure."
"As I said a moment ago. we are not in a
position to secure it. It is premature to
talk or advertising at the present slate or
"I think, you know. It will be to your In
terest to take, the hair pjge. The price lu
300, and besides that amount wesiunild like
to have wiue shares in the company."
"Do you mean 300 ror one insertion or
the advertisement?"
"Yes, that is what I mean."
"Doesn't that strike you as being a trifle
At 3-o'Clook'tho Smooth, Oily Gen
tleman -fut in nn Appearance.
exorbitant? Your paper has a com
paratively llmiled'circulatton, and they do
not ask us anythlng-llke that price even in
tho large dantes."
"Ah. my dear sir. the laree dallies aro
quite dirrerenr. They have a tremendous
circulation, it la true, but it is not the kind
i iouui me kuiu i
No other paper I
oz circulation wo have.
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circulates so largely among Inventors as the
Financial Field. It Is read by exactly the
t-iuoa ui ik--uiiu joa uwiil" 4o ream, anil i
may say that, except through the Field
you cannot get, at some ot me oest men
tho. city." r "
"Well, adintt,lug all that, as T have said
ones or twice, we ore not yet la a position
to give an advertisement."
"Tbea r am' very sorry to say that wo
cannot on Monday publish the articlu I
have shown you."
"Very well, I i-annot help it. You are
not compelled to print It unless you wish.
I am not sure, either, that publishing the
article ou Monday would do us any good.
It would be premature, as I say. Wearenut
yet ready to cburt publicity until we have
hail our first meeting of proposed stock
holders." "When is your first meeting or stock
holders?" "On Monday at 3 o'clock."
"Very well, we could put that announce
ment In another column, and I am sure
jou would find the attendance at your
meeting wmikl lie very largely and sub
stantially Increased."
"1'ossibly, but I dicllno to do anything
till after the meeting."
"I think you would find it would pay
you extremely wello take that l.niriige."
"I inn not cuistionlng the lact at all. I
am merely saying what 1 1 ave said to every
one clac, that we are not ready to consider
"I am sorry we cannot come to an ar
rangement, Mr.Kcnjon, very sorry, indeed,"
and saying this he toot nnotler prcotthrrt
out of his pocket, which he handed to Ken
yon. "If we cannot ctuuo to an understand
ing, the manager has determined 10 print
this. Instead or tho article I showed you.
Would jou kindly glance over It. bcnue
we snoum like lo have it as correct as
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paper. The heading was the same, butho
had read ontr a siiirnce or two when he
lound that ll.e Mica Mine was one of the
greatest swindles ever attempted on poor
old Innocent financial London!
"Do you mean to say," cned John, look
ing up at him with his anger kindling.
"Hint If I c"o not r.rite you to tie extent
or 3U0, besides giving you an unknown
quantity of stock, you will publish this
"I do not say it Is a libel," said the
young man. smoothly; "that would be a
nintter for the courts to decide. You
might. sue us forllbclif jou thought wehad
treated you nadir. may sdy (hat has been
tried sevtral times, but with indifferent
"Hut do you mean to tell me that yon in
tend to publish this nrticle if I do not pay
you the 300?"
"Yes, putting It crudely, that Is exactly
wliat I do mean."
Kenyon rose in his wrath and Hung
open tho door.
"I must ask you to leave this pUice. nnd
leave It at"bnce. K you ever put In an
appearance hrre again while I am in the
office, I 'will call a policeman and have
you arrested."
"My ile.ir. sir," expostulated the other,
suavely, "it Is. merely a. matter or busi
ness, ir you rind It impossible to deal
with us. there is no harm done, ir our
paper has no Influence, we cannot pos
sibly Injure you. That, or course, is
entirely for jou to Judge. If any tlmo
between now and Sunday night you con
clude to act otherwise-, a wire to our of
fice will hold, IhlDgs over until we have
had an opportunity of coming to an agree
ment with you. If not, this article will
be published bn ZMoud.iy morning. I wish
you a very good arternoon. sir."
Juhn said 'nothing, but watched his
vlslieir out on the imicmrnt. and then re-t
turned to the nnklng of his report.
On Monday nrtinnng as he came In by
train, his eyolcahght .1 flaming poster on
one of the bill boards at the station. It was
headed Financial Field, and the next line.
In heavy, blsek letters, was "The Mica
Mining Swindle. Kenyon called a news
boy to him and bought a copy of the paper.
There, in leaded it j pc, was the article be
fore him. It seemed, somehow, much more
important on the printed page than It had
Iiofccd on the iiroof.
As he read it he noticed an air or truth
ful sincerity! olv)tit the artii that had
escaped him during the brier glance
he had given it on, Friday. It went on
to say that the Austrian Mining Company
had sunk a good deal or money iu tlie mine,
and tliat it nail nerer paid a penny of dlvi-ile-nds
that they merely kept on the mine
at a e-onstant loss to themselves in the
hope or be-ing able to swindle some con
fiding investors but that even their
designs were as nothing compared to the
barefaced attempt al swindling con
templated by John Kenyon. He caught
his breath as he saw his own name in print.
It was a shock for which he w8 not pre-p-iresl,
as he had not noticed It ln tho
proof. Then lie read on. It seemed that
this man, Kenyon, had secured the mine at
something like 10,000 pounds, and was
trying to shove it ofr on the unfortunate
British public at the enormous Increase
of 200,000 pounds; hut this nefarious at
tempt would doubtless be frustrated so
long as there were papers of the inlegrlty
of the Financial Field that look the risk
and expense of making such an exposure
b was here set rorth.
The article possesse-d a slcgnlar fascina
tion ror Kenyon- Ilf read and re-read it
ina dazed wayasir Ihe statement referred
to some other perwin, and he couldn't helD
iii-nng sorry tor tnat person.
Ite still had the paper ln his hand as he
walked up thestrecl, and hefclt numbed and
dazed as if some one had struck him a
blow. He was nearly run over in crossing
one or the thoroughfares,, and heard an
outburst of profanity directed at him from
a cab driver and a nun on a bus; but he
heeded them not, walking through the
crowd bkc one under a spell.
He passed Ihe door of hLs own gorgeous
office and walked a- considerable distance
up Ihe street before he realized what he
had done. Then he turned b?ck t.galn,
and, just at the doorstep, paused with a
pang' at his heart:
"I wonder If Edilb Longworth will read
that article." he said to himself.
(To be continued.)
Accident SiurlCh.
It Is characteristic or the perversity Z
human intelligence to lind the most arous
ing things iu the midst or the must serious
circumstances such as railroad accidents,
for instance. It is rriated that a solcmn
facesl Yankee woman was once riding on
the train from Urookfield to Stamford.
Conn. Somewhere" between the two sta
tions the track spread and the train rolled
down an embankment.
The solemn-faced lady crawled from be
neath the wreckage and asked of a broken
legged man who was near:
"Is this Stamford?"
"No, ma'am," the man gasped; this is a
"Oh, dear," she answered, "then I hadn't
oughtcr gut off here, had I?"
This anecilo'te' Is much like a still older
one, which, inits original and proper form,
came from Scotland. An old sjcottish
woman was taking her first journey, to
the' very nevt station, on a railroad train.
On the way a switch was lelt open and the
train went Into the ditch with a crash.
-As.soon as the old woman could regain
her senses and her tongue she called out to
the guard, who happened to be on the same
wrecked car:
"And do they aye whummle ns not like
that?" Youth's Companion.
. . Women in England.
The British Royal College or Physicians
bad a lively debate over th proposition lo
admit womenlo the examinations and iH-
"plouaaT'ot thV college, and then rejected
J.t-SX. k vole orjo to 50. Some or the
.arguments Tor ther"opening wedge" were
.Ingenious,' Sir Benjamin Kichardson, for
instance, contending that when the college
'Wasrounded no woman had ruled over Eng
land, but since then the nation had had
Tour queensC And ir-a woman could be a
queen, why coud.sbe,.Dot Joe a physician?
Dr. Payne said that the women examined
iot "degrees at the University ot London
ranted a nigu as uie men, and Sir William
Basadbentremindetl thVcommltteethatsince
women were bound to become doctors re
gardless or opposition lt'would be better
for the publicthSttliey should come under
tbeTurlsaictlon otlbo College or Physi
cians. .
- lVban Dukes "Were Created.
Dukes were first created in England in
the-reign" or Edward TH. In the relgn'ot
Elizabeth the race was temporarily extin
guished, she having beheaded the only one,
UieJluke-orNorroIk: James I, however,
restored the ducal rank by creating Dukes
aUUehmoad and Buckingham. The former
uuuor soou trxpireu, una was not renewed
until the time of the civil wart-
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, ey FR6D6RICK A. 086R.
The Widow Wilson's farm had seen better
and more prosperous days, and now was
traveling backward. It began at the top
ot tirlmlle Hill, where it was bounded by
the county road, and struggled down to the
lake shore. Its hundred acres or so wander
ing over hills ot dipping Into hollows,
until they terminated at the bay, with Its"
rim or white and glistening sand.
One or the most phturesque spots or
earth, and right in the center or it, crown
ing a, rojeded knoll, surrounded with stal
wart oaks and butternuts, squatted the
house or its owner.
It was always a dirricultspot to reach In
winter, when the drifting snows piled high
their white billows against the low-eaved
structure and hid the windows from the
I uu.r wotW. iiut ln sumuiur It was a
' delight, this moss-brown dwelling beneath
t "e o-iks. aim at one time had rJa a home
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sous and daughters.
No wit wjsurxoi.tte. Thepasslngstranger
.would have but added It to the calegroy or
deserted forms. No sign ot Itlo was visible
tills bright Thanksgiving morning; rrom
lU u .we. pauue.i iu.anicy no curl of smoke
Invaded Uie crisp and rrosty air; the light
fall ot kiiow that had cot ered the ground
the night before showed no trace of foot
step leading from the weather-beaten door.
.iiiU yet mere w.u u stir ot lire in the
form-yard, in tlie hollow among the trees,
where toe old barn loitered, ready for its
rail. There a Hock or fowl and turkeys
wandered disconsolately aliout. In the
adjacent stall an old horse stamped Im
patiently for his breakfast, and a. forlorn
cow chafed restlessly at her stanchions.
Except for these, the old farm was as
silent as whi-n Its first owner carved It from
the virgin wilderness. A rustling ln the
shrubbery that fringed the tall, stiff rank
ed pines on the hill, beyond the barn, told
that a visitor was coming to Louelj" Farm.
A human head appeared in sight. It was
crowi.e.1 by a wutueii lap, Iri'in benc-aiii
which pecrisl a pair or black, bright eyes.
Their owner took off ll.e cap and mopped
his brow. He was a rugged country lau of
eighteen, well knit and sturdy, with a pair
of ruddy check), while teeth and lips rosy.
New England, always hard to her chil
dren, had taken from this boy thcboincaMl
mother that make Thanksgiving, even as It
had taken from the widow all but the
wretched framework or what liad onco
been home.
"House looks like mother's used to after
she got so she couldn't get about," solilo
tmlzed the buy, staring at the smokeless
t.'ti-i ' iet. , ' t- e.j in uuy
near the widder in a week, and I'll bet,
while I'm a-bettln', that she needs some
body. Guess I'll find out what s the mat
ter." He strode down to the house and
knocked. There was no response. Only
the crow in the oak tree wasiilstarbed by
the unwonte-d noise and flew away, with
a caw ot alarm. A second knock startled
the fowl In the barnyard, who greeted hlra
with a suppressed chuckle, bjt there was
no answer from within. "Guess I might's
well go in." He pushed open the crazy
door and entered the room which served
as kitchen and sitting-room all ln one. A
table stood in the center or It. covered
with a suowy cloth and set as ir for sup
per. A tall clock ticked ln the corner un
der the stairs, but Its rhythmic beats only
seemed to make the slleucc audible. "It
seems kinder creepy, that's a foct- Hope
there ain't r.olhln' liappeneil to ber. Won
der where she is? P'rans !- asleep."
He rapped loudly and then put his ear
down to the key-hole. listening Intently.
At first there was no response. Then he
thought he heard a faint, quavering voice.
"It's roe Jem Hastings. "Tvo" come
to see If you need anybody."
"Come in." The feeble voice struggled
with a cough, then: "Yes, I'm so glad
you've come. L was taken ralnt yester
day and had Just strength enough to crawl
to lied. Perhaps"
"What, an you ain't had nothin to
"No," with a feeble smile.
"Well, it you'll let me try, I'll make a
cup or tea."
Jem closed the door, set his gun in a
corner nnd looked around for the place In
which the wklow kept her stores. Tho
dressers ranged against the wall were
bright with old-fashioned pewter platters
a rM a. He-- ne 1- f a eaddy or tea
and then set abont making a fire. A huge
fireplace yawned at one side of the room.
hung with black iron crane rmm ivmcn was
suspended a tea-kettle. The.woodpile was
outside, neart he back door, and brush ingnff
lbcsnow,Jcmsintnhadsomedry wood with
which he madea roaring blaze. It wasnot
long before be had thesatlsfactionorsecing
Ihekettlesend forth avolumeof steam, and
o few minutes later he tapped again at the
bedroom door with atray.on Ita tempting
cup or tea and two well-buttered slices or
bread. Thebread had been Intended for his
luncheon, the gift of the farmer's wife who
paid for hlsscrvicesin"keep" NewEDg land
Wrapped In a shawl of Canton silk, the
heirloom of a grandmother whose, father
once eiilled from Salem to the Indies. Ihe
widowsank back into hercomfortahlearm
chalr with a deep sigh of content- She
closed her eyes rrom sheer weakness, while
Jem Up-toed about the room, "setting
things to r'ghts," and preiMirirg the table
for a prcsre'Cllve meal. To be sure, there
was very little In sight, but he had foitli
that there might be something ln the cel
lar nnd in the cupboards, for the widow
was known in Ihe township to have been
a "good pervider" in her days of affluence.
Through the narrow-paned southern win
dow an advance guard of the outside sun
beams came streaming ln, one or them
lighting the gray hair or the woman with
a silvery halo. Jem thought he had
ucver seen a woman whoappearedso "lady
like." anil how young she looked. Ho
paused a moment to regard her, and. she
opened her eyes. He retreated in con
ruslon a step or two, the red blushes stain
ing bis honest, open race.
"You've made me very happy, Jem:
very thankfol."
"Well, ma'am, I'm glad or it. It's
"What! Heally Thanksgiving Day? It's
the Mrst time I've forgotteu it ever. I
must be growing old."
Jem grew bolder.
"There's a turkey out in the barn
yard. He ain't very fat, but ir yon say
so I'll help you rix a turkey dinner."
The widow urged no objections, and both
fascinated at the prospect or a Thanksgiv
ing dinner with themselves as host and
hostess, the boy trudged out to thebarn.
Some sticks or hard wood were soon
piled on Iherire.andbythetlmeSirTurkey
was ready for theoven the widow had peeled
the vegetables and dropped them into the
mysterious depths of tlie steaming kettles,
Jem looking on with glowing but bashful
A snowy cloth over a round table, with
two seats opposite each other. Is always
an Inspiriting sight, and when topped by
a steaming brown turkey, with all the"
"rixlngs" or a turkey dinner, the reast Is
one to melt hearts harder than that or the
lonely widow and the homesick New Eng
land lad.
"It is the happiest Thanksgiving dinner
I have liad In many a year, ray boy," she
said to him, as be cleared away the dishes
and brought out the dessert, o! rragrant
quince preserves.
"May God bless you. And to think how
tho dreadful, gloomy morning has been
turned to such bright sunshine by your
Jem turned to the window to hide some
tears that would persist In squeezing them
selves out or bis eyes. "I wish she wouldn't
be so sentimental." said be to himself, quite
wrathful!). But to" the widow be said:
"Why, ma'am, I ain't done nothin great;
no more'n you'd have done for me, I'll bet.
I ain't enjoyed a dinner so, myself, senco I
can remember,
all Ihe time."
I wish! could Jest stay here
A new light came Into the woman's faded
gray eyes, born of a (bought that had hern
struggling tor expression fur an hour or
more. "And why can't yoo stay, Jem?"
"I could, ma'am. If I could come as as
It wae out at last, the boy's yearning
for something as his own and the chance
lie saw upon tho widow's farm. "I
could rix things up," he went on, eagerly,
"and make the chickens lay eggs and tho
cow give milk anil "
Jem stopped, but the widow's respect
ful attention led him on.
"I could earn my board in saving things
tliat's going to waste. When I came
through your wood lot this morning I
noticed cords an' cords of dead trees
that ought to be cut an' made firewood
or. An' as for timber, there's more'n
a hundred dollars' wuth there that'll all
be spiled If it ain't cut an sokl pretty
Thcboy hesitated, amazed at hlsandaclty;
bit the widow nodded her head and smiled
approval- "That Is true, Jem. The farm
is running down for the lack; ot some one
to uvere out-of-doors- So, then, it Is a
bargain." .
Ami so this strange partnership began.
The first winter Jem spent In thinning out
the superfluous wood iu the neglecteel lots,
sta-'ki'Lr up bchli.il the lioie enough fuel
lo satisfy even thecravingsor that yawning
fire-place for years to'come." and selling to
thcsawmillou the pond timber for shipping
that came to quite $500.
As the spring oj.emt h! wn soon afield,
continuing the gd" work e,r Improvement,
and "planting: time"' fonnrt tlie farm with
more anel earlier labgr perfurnus! llian it
had ever before experienced. In front of
Uie western door hethrew oat a platform,
protected by a lattice-work covering, and
here t he widow passed all the spa re time she
could (match from her Indoor dntlcs. It
had never occurred to any one before that
farm work might be made attractive. The
widow had only looked upon the beauties
or her rami around her through the kitchen
window, or during a hasty trip to the well
or farm-yard. The latticed porch was a
revelaUon to her, and a haven of rest where
stie sat and mused during the long twilight
of summer.
"I never thought I should take such
comfort here." she said. "Before yoa
came I was more Uian willing to give up
the farm and go away. But now. Jem.
I want to live here the rest or ray llfo.
I would not leave It tor t he world."
"Tliat's so, ma'am. It would hava
beeu a great mistake to leave the old place.
Why, there ain't a prettier view in all
the world than this from your front door.
If there is. then it is right there, down
ln the woods where the great trees meet
overhead, the brook sings a soft song or
rest and the Tern-covered banks stretch
down to the pond. I nerrjer travelled any
yet. but I don't want to; this suits me."
And he returned to his work with a cheery
whistle that sent a thrill or satlsfacUon
through the widow's heart.
A wonderful cliange liad been efrected
by the time another year had rolled an
oUier Tlianksglvtng Into the calendar.
The roor of Uie old house no longer
leaked; the bam had been raised trom
its attitude of deep dejection, and its
mows were crowded to bursting with
hay and grain. The old horse spent his
days chieriy In the pasture, while a
younger and more vigorous animal did
the work, assisted by a yoke of big and
handsome oxen- The solitary cow now
had plenty or company and frisky calves
gamboled anout ner in tne summer cime.
There was no longer any doubt as to the
availability f any or Uie Tat gobblers
for a Thanksgiving dinner.
Thus the seasons sncceisled one another
with their measure or content Each
i found the widow more and more dependent
upon her stalwart helper, hne clung to
him as she might have clung to the son
or whom she liad been deprived ln the
springtime or her wifehood- As her tot
tering footsteps were supported down the
aisle of the village church, on a Sunday,
few of the cocgrtgaUon knew tliat the
handsome young man who watched over
her so assiduously was not. In fact, her
own son- Those who were cognizant or
the relations between the two shook their
heads knowingly, saying to themselves and
to each other: -Lucky boy, that: stepped
right Into the form, just as the old lady
was about to leave It. He knows the slda
or his bread that has butter on It."
But It Is doubtful ir Jem had ever
given that a thought. So happy and
content was he that the merely material
conditions of his lire had never troubled
his consciousness. Only one thing
troubled his thoughts of late. He was
deepty sUrred by the soft brown eyes
of pretty Susie Jones, a chorister In the
church; 8usie, who lived as he had done,
with friends Tor board and keep, an
oUier or New England's orphans.
ne never nient!ened this daring spec
nlaUon. not even to the widow; but her
eyes, though growing dim. were acuta
enough to penetrate his honest soul.
His whole lire lay centered ln the form,
which had beftime as essenthil to it al
most as the air he breathed. But now
there must be young lire there. A pair
of brown eyes persLstcd in dancing be
fore his race. In woodpile, ln Held, in
Ami so it came to pass that there was a
wedding next Thank?giving In the little
cottage, now pretty with vines and cheery
wltbm. Susie was glad or so pleasant a
place for the troth which-Shc. was to plight
with Jem. while- I.e. lueky fellow though
he was. could not take time, to travel to
Susie's home, far away over the rough
hilly roads. "A wife a a good thing," ne
soliloquized to the.wido.iv the evening be-
i fore his marriage,"'bnrthefe's cows to be
looked after and hens to be fed more'n you
could 'tend to alone."
"That's so , Jem," said the widow, smiling
brightly, "and thanks to you for It all-"
Under branches of autumn leaves from
the last redding trees, Jem and Susie prom
ised all things or the simple marriage serv
ice. Then came the country weddiDg sup
per. 1 When the last guest nna gone, driven
awny in the form wagons that had clus
tered around tne uoor an anemoon, tue
widow turned to Jem and Susie, sitting
bashrully in the firelight.
"You're ray children, now, both or you,"
she said "Call me mother just once, Jem
and Susie."
"Mother!" cried Jem, taking the feeble
hands together and kissing them tenderly,
"my darling mother, dearest rriend I ever
She returned his loving glance, llngtr
lngly, gratefully, as they led her to the
door of her room.
Next morning Jenrknocked again ntthe
widow AVllson's door just as he had done
on that lonely Thanksgiving Day four years
ago. This time-not even a reeblo voice
answered his repeated calls.
Three days later, as the nelghliors strug
gled back rrom the little cemetery on the
hill. 'Squire Lothrop drew Jem apart.
"I s'pose you know Uie widder's left
the farm to you? No? Bhol It's
mighty strange she didn't tell you. She
madehcr will more'n a yenrago. and you're
her only heir. She seemed to set a lot
by you. the widder did. nnd (looking a round
approvingly over the snow-covered fields)
I d'no's I blame her. The last four years
hev been, tho pcacefotlest of ber lire, and
she's left her peace with yoa. for surer
Sltrnlne Death lYnrt-MiitR.
It Is an erroneous notion le-ry preva-'entthatde.ithwarrainsah-sigr.edby
Vlctorfcv herself. When the Judge passes
sentence or"dchtft upon a. prisoner, before
leaving the room he writes ou the calendar
agalnst-the name ofthefdoomed Individual,
"Let cxecuUon be done;" and the execution
takes place' on the dav named, unless a
respite la granted.
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S. rf. . I-
The House-Warmings
Nelll Fcrgusson's new bouse was all
aglow. The friends and-nelghbors in that
Scotch-Canadian settlement bad gathered
there to celebrate both Halloween and hit
house-warming. It was a chilly night and
the moon, drilling along the mackerel ikTt
emerged to cast grotesqueshadows between
the tall elms and maples or to light up thf
stumpy fields, their black loam powdered
with the earliest snow.
Within the cheery kitchen the big logj
blazed, almost eclipsing the lamps on tht
long dining table, where roast geese shorn
glossy and brown amid piles or snowy pota
toes and yellow turnips. Dishes or haggii
lietil the place or honor, Hanked by planer
or stone and oatcake, dear to the Spanish
" Ye maun gie us such a spread as your
mlther wad hae done in Scotland, Jeanli
lass," Nelll had said to his eldest daughter,
"an' you'll no forget the ring in the cake."
Tonight there was an unusual Icok of ten
derness iu his race as he watched his threa
strong bonnie girls flitting back and forts
In their final preparations- It was only thai
morning that James Lraldfoot had come
over to see the new plow aud had spoken
to him of Jeanle. He admired the deft
housekeeper and coveted licrashLs wire.
"Ye maun ask her the night," said thi
elder man, hair-regretrully. "Idlnna think
she'll tell you oay. But. man. It comes o'er
hard to gie her up. She's been like mlther
to the kisses and the wean3 since the wife
died four years syne."
"I ken she'll make a guid wire." returned
James, "an' she will surely hae me. At
body says that I'm an unco gold provider
an' there isna sic anither farm ln Uie town
ship as mine."
"Weel. Jennie's worth it a' an' I know
full weel she might do wanr. She's ne'er
been great for thelitis, though once I tho'e
she wn s o'er fo nd or Hughle Mo Lane of tho
brig Duudee. Pulr laddie, he went down
wi' Ihe ship in the storm o' '92."
When sapper wasflnished the tables were
cleared and Uie business of the evening be
gan. Theolder folk looked placidly on, the
wives knitting with nimble fingers, the men
smoking mild pipes, both discussing at in
tervals the questions or moment ln the farm
lire the care or the fowls, the last plowing
match, or tbemeritsortbedirferent students
whoh ad preached for callsinthencwch arch
near by.
The young folk had weightier matters oo
hand. Wasn't this the night when t he spir
its would reveal whether Sandlewaslnearn
est or ir Bell were willing f o tie wooed? All
tried to appear unconcerned, but shy, stolen
glance-sand almost involuntary gestures be
trayed more than one or the lads and lasses.
The apples suspended rrom the celling or
lobbing In the tubs were but the prelude.
The big cake was passcdaronnd. Concealed
inthericb slices wasu ring.andlbeonewho
drew it would be the first wedded. Blush
ing and reluctant Jeanie produced it.
James Braldfoot smiled broadly.
"That's a' right. Now we'll see how the
nuts burn. Ye-'U ba'ea nut wl" me, Jeanie?"
Nuts were placed upon the bars named la
pairs, ir they burned together ln steady
blaze matrimony was foretold: ir they pop
ped apart, quarrels and disagreement.
Jeanlc's nut perversely popped away rrom
James on each trial, till he was rain to lie
content that her blithe sister Jessie's nuts
showed more rrlendly mood.
Peggy Anderson ami Will Perry cut out
Initials to float upon the water as they were
blown by the breath.
"There's anither flying alongside o
mine," said James Hraidfoot. "Whose
maun It be?"
"These twa A's Inlk bonnie the gltber,
said Archie Watt. "One must be yours,
Apples were peeled and the paring swung
three times ami thrown over the left shoul
der formed the initial or the true lover.
The seeds were named and stuck in tho
palm or the hand; after a quick throw over
the left shoulder should any one seed re
main It was that or the true mate.
Then three dishes were placed upon the
table, one rilled with clear and one with
muddy water; tho third empty- It was
Jessie, who, blindfolded, was the first to
put a phmip finger Into the clear water,
which foretold marriage, aad many a
yonth there coveted the right to help her
fulfill the prnphecy- Jeers "and laughter
greeted those who dipped Into the muddy
water. oT widowhood, or the empty dish or
the unmarried.
"Hoots," said Auld Christy Black, "you's
no the right Halloween warfc; "It's nowt
but child's play. Do you no mind. John,
boo ae Halloween I went oat mysel to
Davy Lang's lime kiln an' threw a ball o'
-yarn It was my aln spinning, too, an"
strong down the pit an began winding it
oop? I hadna- wound long, when somethmg
caught it- I cried ootr Wha pa's?" An"
for answer there cam an unco, awful sonnd.
ir you hadna come along, then, John. I be
lieve I wad ha deed."
"Yes, an it was nowt but Maggie Burns'
lamb, but I got ye then an' ye had led me
a fine dance afore that."
"We-el." said John Saunders wife. fowks
say Halloween doin's are.no' sensible, hut"
I ken weel enow they come true. I mind
mysel the night I stole the saut herring an'
cooked it on the coals, tlien eat It with the
tongs wiUiout drtnkin'. .A that night I
dreamed that John speered me for his wife,
an' the vera rext night John an I made It
oop comln' frae Uie kirk."
"Yes," said Mrs. Perry, "and ae night I
took some dough ben the room an
stooil a my lane, kneading It wl my left
thumb, when the dcor opened and Wallle
walked in. He said hiniscT that be had no
tho't o' comln' In till juist as he was pass-
ing Uie door."
" Ye maun gang pu the kale, at ony rate."
said Nelll. so a merry group trudged oat to
the cabhagfc garden and solemnly pulled
tire cabbages, for, as they were long or
short, crooked or straight, so should ths
lovers be. Tlie roots with clinging soil
told or wealth, the stalks were tasted, and,
bitter or sweet, so slumld the foture be.
Volunteers were called for to go round tho
bean-stack. ItwasJanrtMcLurewhowent
out to circle three times, knowing foil well
that the spell she uttered would bring to her
side either ber loer or the deil. Somehow
HeetorSte wart wasmissingat the time, and
did not return until long after Janet had
come in. the flush on her cheeks and ghntln
her eye belying ber assertion that "There
was naething there bat the kye."
"Ye maun gang to sow the bempsecd.
said Nelll. "Surely ony lass wad gae for
the sake of the lad she wad win."
"Jeanie must go." said James Braldfoot,
"the speerits have telt her tair a' night.
Now is the last chance, the clock is nigh on
the stroke o" twal."
Jeanie demurred for a time, but at last,
taking her pail ot hempsecd, went out alone
Into the darkness. Turning aside she
walked quickly down to the gate, and stood
under the shadow or a great tree.
"I'll no gang doon the lane," she said. "I
ken weel Jamie 'ill meet me there, an" I
canna, canna bide him. Hughle! llughlel
my bonniedead hive, will yon nocome tome
the night? Ye came to me sax years gone
by out in the hemp, sin' my heart was
glad because or It. ir there was ony truth
In it, ir your speerit could come, I ken ye
wad meet me here the noo."
For a while she stood looking out upon
the weird, somber night. She forgot her
surroundingff, forgot the gaests witbta,
only remembering Ihcyoang sailor who was
lost in the brig Dundee. She was aroused by
hearing a step crunching through the
crusted earth.
"It's James," she said- "I'll let him
gang by." Ur.t the steps paused irresolutely
black bearded stranger standing before her.
"Can you tell me," he asked, hesitatingly,
"ir Mr. Fcrgusson lives hereabouts?"
"An" what may ye want wl Matstcr
"Wc were auld Mends In Scotland. How's
his daughter Jeanie. She's married king
syne. I dare say?"
"Wha are you, mnn? Your voice is like
tae that o' "
"Ye are no- Jeanie Fcrgusson?"
"Are-ye the speerit o' Hughle McLane?"
"No. no; I'm no the speerit. I'm Hughle
himsel au I've round yoa at last after
the lang, lang years. Ye were ganging to
sow hempseed, Jeanie. I am ready to fol
low you."
Transfigured by gladness, Jeanie ushered
In her lover, and time was forgotten while
the hero or ihe hour explained the long sl
ence and recounted his adventures. Nell
Fercuison, In large-heartcdsympathy.drew
near to Braldfoot and attempted to condole
with him In Ihe turn atralrshad taken.
"Dinna fash a boot It," drawled the lat
ter "After a tae mj- mln' Jess L far bon
nier and blither tlian Jeanie. Ye ken the
new noose- is inalstilune. sie I sneered bei
the night an' we hae It a made oop "
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