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W.’AVAWAWAVASV.SV.V
m. PEEBLES’ BAB?
By WALTER NIXON WILLIAMS.
It was bitter cold. Up through the,
old center rock chimney the wind
whistled and howled, and seemed to
spin around all by itself In a mad
dance, and the sparks from the log
leaped up to Join It.
Janice Peebles watched them dream
ily, dozily, If one may use that word
It was wonderfully cosy lu the old
sitting room. Her favorite low rock
er was drawn up beside tbe open lire,
and her sister s on the other side.
There were two small low three-legged
| stands each covered with a crocheted,
mat, and on each mat an open work
basket.
On the pink and white rug lay Beau
ty, the Maltese cat. The warm cur
tains were drawn over the outer
shades. Miss Dinora was already
asleep, and the little stout wooden
clock on the mantel gave the time as
quarter of nine, very lute hours for
Durham Centro.
For 27 years the two Peebles girls,
as they were still called, hud
lived on peacefully lu the home
stead, on their modest allowance,
and the hum of the great world
never even reached them. They
took the weekly farm Journal
that their father had, and the monthly
magazine their mother had liked best.
And they bad never had a quarrel or
a "lulling out," lu all that time. They
held firmly to all family traditions,
and each hud the greatest respect
for the other because she was Peebles.
Yet tonight Janice, the younger one,
felt vaguely lonesome. It was the
night before Thanksgiving, and she
did wish they had some real home
folks of their own to visit back and
forth, and eat turkey.
Dinora always said they would not
need a turkey, so they always had a
roast pullet. Janice watched her sleep
ing for a few minutes, and then went
to the window, and peered cautiously
out. There was no snow, only a great
bare windswept waste of land under
the cold moonlight. Several lights
glowed over in the Adams house. She
was glad they had that rented at last.
It was the nearest house and It was
comforting to even see a light near at
night.
And all at once she clasped the cur
tain tightly, listening with all her ears.
It must be the cat! But no —Beauty
purred on the rug before her and
there were no others. The sound came
again, ..nd louder. It was a thin wail
on the night wind, and something in
its cry brought all the womanhood of
Janice up to what she would have
called the fighting mark. She caught
a shawl from a hook by the door, and
went hurriedly out to the porch entry
where the cry had come from. The
door was locked and bolted, but she
opened it, and even before it gave
way she knew that little hands were
beating it feebly.
“Well, you poor little bit of a
thing," exclaimed Janice, bending to
lift- her visitor. "Why, you’re Just a
snow bird, 1 declare."
She brought her in beside the fire,
and undid the long knit woolen com
forter that was wound about her head,
crossed on her breast, and tied be
hind her back. About three she was,
a very mite of a lassie, with tangled
blonde curls, and frightened Wue
eyes, full of tears, and a quivering red
face.
“Lost," she kept saying, digging
her knuckles into her eyes. "Bertie's
losted."
"No, you’re not, precious," com
forted Janice, gathering her close to
her heart. "Are you hungry, dearie?"
It appeared she was most half
starved. Janice went out into the cold
buttery, and skimmed off some cream
in a bowl, then poured on It some boil
ing water from the singing tea kettle,
and found some biscuit to break up in
It.
And ail at once she heard Dinora
give a cry of astonishment, sitting
bolt upright and staring at tbe
picture.
Land of rest,” where did you get her,
Janice?" she asked.
"On the doorstep, sister; please
don’t be nervous a bit. She just came
to us, and it’s a blessing, too. Where
do you live, Bertie?”
Bertie was very busy with her sup
per, but she waved tbe spoon lu a
general fashion, and said she lived
'way off on the train.
"Do you suppose for a minute that
she's a —a—foundling?” Dinora said
thoughtfully. 'T’ve heard of such
things. They leave them around on
doorsteps. We ought to notify the se
lectmen."
In la minutes Janice’s whole scheme
of life had been readjusted, since she
had fell those clinging baby arms
around her neck. She spoke with firm
ness and dignity, and it was the first
time she had ever disagreed with her
sister.
I think 1 shall keep her, Dinora, my
self.”
"Keep her? You’re out of your mind,
child,” Dinora said placidly. "We
couldn’t have a child cluttering up tbe
place. Where would she sleep, and
who'd tend her?"
"1 would.” Apologetically, but dog
gedly she said it. “I’d love to have
her and bring her up properly, too.
She's such a little dear, Dinora.”
"She's a sightly child, I’ll admit."
Dinora put her glasses on to take a
better look. “But her staying here
Is out of the question. You don’t mean
to adopt her, I hope, Janice?"
Janice bowed her head. When the
baby girl finished her supper, a strange
silence had fallen between the two sis
ters. it was their first disagreement.
Janice undressed the little unwelcome
THURMONT, FREDERICK COUNTY, MD., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 11, 1913.
guest, warmed her bare pink toes be
fore the fire and wrapped her In a
blanket, crooning her off to sleep.
“You act perfectly dally, Janice Pee
bles,’’ Dinora said once, indignantly.
“1 do believe you're getting feeble
mlndeu.”
"No, I’m not,” smiled back little
Miss Janice, happily. “1 guess maybe
I've made a mistake all these years,
and should have been married and had
children. 1 know now why I felt so
lonesome. I'm golflg to adopt her,
and she shall stay here, too, for it's
my home as much as yours, and fa
ther left it so.”
"Then I shall remove my belongings
to the south side of the house, and you
and this child may live on this side.”
"Dtpora's head was shaking a bit ner
vously, but she was in dead earnest.
"I'm amazed at you. Janice, and your
selfishness."
"Selfishness?" laughed Janice. "If
you hadn't kept at me I'd been married
years ago to Jim Springer —”
llertle sat up suddenly, her face
bright with Interest.
"Papa?" she asked, lisping prettily.
"Me Bertie Springer.”
"For the laud of rest!" murmured
Janice staring at her. There were
vote is outside, and stamping of feet
on the little porch. Janice set the
child down before the fire, and went
to the door, her face pale.
"We're so eorry to rouse you,'
said a young cheery voice. “I’m Jim
Springer, and my wife and 1 just
moved in next door. Our baby girl is
lost —"
"No, she's not, Jimmie,” quavered
Janice brokenly, for was not this
strong lad the image of that other
Jim Springer who had courted her for
years buck. She pointed to the
hearthrug. “There she is, safe and
sound, ami I was just going to steal
her from you."
"You can have her any time now.
Miss Janice," he laughed happily,
gathering liertie up in his arms.
We’re much obliged."
The door was shut and bolted again,
and Janice stood alone, feeling old
and bewildered at the way the sun
shine hud gone out of her life. She
looked at her sister's still indignant
profile, and went over to .her chair.
"Sister," she began, but Dinora pat
ted her hand understanding^.
"Never mind, child." she said
gently. "Yon always were sentimen
tal, and I'm glad she's Jim’s grand
daughter. 1 suppose you might have
been her grandmother. I'm sorry, Jan
ice."
Janice went over to the window and
looked out anxiously. The lights at
the other house were going out one
by one. She sighed a little, and drew
the curtain.
"Let's ask them all over for dinner
tomorrow, sister," she said. "I’ll tele
phone down to the market for a tur
key now."
(Copyright, 1913, V.y the McClure News
piper Syndicate.)
WOMEN STRONGER THAN MEN
Much More Tenacious of Life and
Less Likely to Succumb to
Disease.
More boys than girls are born every
year, but every census return shows
that there are more women than men.
The apparent contradiction is ex
plained by the theory that women are
much more tenacious of life than men.
that they have tougher organisms, and
are less likely to succumb to disease.
Men are prodigal of vital force,
whereas women conserve It, preserve
it, and as a result women will often
recover from ailments that are fatal
to men. A woman of forty has 7b
chances to one against dying within
the year, while the chances of a man
are only 49 to one.
These figures are based upon Eng
lish actuarial tables, but they are sus
tallied by calculations In other coun
tries. An English sociologist, after
extensive investigation, estimated that
if 1,00(1 men and 1,000 women, each of
average weight and build, and practi
cally equal training, were armed and
equipped for battle, and started on a
long forced march, probably 90 per
cent, of the men would reach their
destination.
Of the remaining ten per cent, six
would die from exhaustion and four
recover. On the other hand, only 75
per cent, of the women would com
plete the march, but none would die.
This Notice Notifies.
A striking warning against the
Hoods that rise with Inconceivable
rapidity and volume In the Itocky
mountain streams is seen in a gorge
twenty-five miles west of Denver. Col.
Here Bear Creek, a mere rivulet,
hardly ankle deep, threads its way for
several miles through a narrow canyon
in places barely wide enough to per
mit a roadway beside the stream.
At one of these narrow points a
needle of granite thrusts Itself up be
tween creek and roadway to a height
of more than forty feet. Poised upon
Its top. like the bar on the letter T,
Is a huge log, twenty feet long.
It was left there, some years age,
by a sudden flood that drowned more
than a score of people camping In the
canyon.
On a brass tablet, fastened to the
pillar, the county authorities have In
scribed this pregnant sentence:
"If you knew what put this log up
here you wouldn’t camp In this can
yon.”
Frankness of Childhood.
"Mr. Simpkins, anything that'*
pickled is dead, isn’t it?"
“Yes, Bobby.”
"Then I don't understand what! fa
ther was talking about.’’
"How is that, Bobby?"
“He said you had been .pickled for
twenty years.”
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“And so you write uplifting poetry
Miss Howard?" he asked In slightly
bored tones.
Jeannette froze ,v
him with a look. MuV
"If you want to yap)
win my undying
hatred, pester me vIIA
with remarks
about my popular ,
verse silly ~
stuff!" Jeannette
said savagely.
"Always alliter
ative?” he ques- \\
tioned smiling.
ter of habit,” she
under his laugh
talk about, then?” /,
he questioned |Mb j; (n
gravely. | g ; I I i
"Yourself,” she *H f J
responded with fL,
readiness. ft
Jeannette help
ed herself to salad before she asked,
wrinkling her dainty brows in curi
osity, "What, for goodness' sake? \ou
look like a triple tragedy in bronze.”
Then, as a suspicion took shape in
her mine, she laid her fork down and
laced him fearfully. "You're not ”
Words failed her.
He nodded solemnly. “I certainly
am, to my everlasting sorrow," he re
plied with feeling.
Jeannette sighed. "Then, we’re two
of a kind,' she said, "and we were put
together for a purpose. I'll really have
to ask your name. My thoughts were
wool gathering when you were—"
"Rhyme-gathering, more probably,"
he Interrupted, laughingly. "I'll con
fess that I've been trying in vain to
find a suitable rhyme for —”
"Oh, don't!” she exclaimed, "as if
I didn’t have troubles of my own. And
the name?" she asked suddenly.
"Wain weight—Orrin Wain weight."
"Not the Wainwright?’ she asked in
awed tones.
"The same, please your ladyship,”
he bowed with exaggerated deference.
"And here. I've been —I've been just
too impertinent for —Oh!” she stam
mered.
"Let's form a truoe and declare the
subject bared,” he offered. She smil
ed an eager assent. ,
"May I ask where you are staying?"
"You may," she tendered.
“Then where—” Her soft laugh
stopped his words. "I'm not staying
—I live here," she offered conciliating
iy.
"Yes, and where? I mean to call,"
he said quietly.
"No," interrupted Jeannette, hur
riedly, "I don t receive callers—l have
n't time,” she explained.
"So be it, your ladyship." She
glanced furtively at his strong fare,
and scolded herself for tbe interest
it evoked.
"Did you ever have an Ideal?” he
asked irrelevantly.
"Heaps of 'em," she responded read
ily.
"I mean, did you ever cherish the
likeness of a possibility and suddenly
discover that it was a real flesh and
blood creation instead of a figment
of an unstable imagination?”
She looked at him, curiously. "No."
"Then you can’t understand'how one
would feel under such circumstances
—or that one would have the desire
to—” He paused and looked into her
eyes with meaning. Jeannette laugh
ed and stirred in embarrassment.
"You don’t mean— ’’ she began with
her customary straightforward direct
ness, "that 1 am the unspeakable—"
"That is precisely what 1 do mean,”
he replied, gravely. "I didn't recog
nize the likeness at first. It was sev
eral minutes before you unbent suf
ficiently to bestow your smiles.”
"Mr. Wainwright!" Jeannette bris
tled in simulated indigation.
“It was a spring day in early May,"
he continued dreamily, ignoring her
exclamation, “a bevy of school girls
with long braids down their backs
were parading the park. The hat of
the fairest one of them all—a slim,
childish, elf of a girl—bletf down the
street, and a lad of tender years gave
pursuit and rescued the' offensive
piece of headgear. He returned it,
trembling w’ith the boldness of his
daring, to the owner, who would not
even lift her long lashes as she
thanked him faintly. I’ve always had
an overwhelming, desire to find that
young lady and see for myself what
kind of eyes she possessed, that she
was so unwilling to use them."
"And that was you—l shoull never
have believed It." Jeannette laughed
a bit absently.
“And now that I have found the
eyes,” he continued, a new determina
tion In his voice, “1 mean to follow
them up and see what lies back of
them.”
The bostons had given the sign. As
they rose, she said, laughingly, “I sup
pose you two have decided to collabo
rate on some great work or other.”
Wainwright questioned Jeannette
with steady eyes.
"We have, have we not?” he asked.
Jeannette flashed a quick look into
their frank depths. Her heart throbbed
a bit as she replied in a low voice, "1
guess—perhaps.” •
Serious Drawback.
Mrs. Weepurse—Wouldn’t it be fine,
Harold, If some one would give us an
automobile?
Mr. Weepurse—What would we do
U we'd burst a tire?
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FORGAVE EACH OTHER
By DONALD ALLEN.
The current of love between Miss
Fanny Drew and Mr. Randolph Alio
eas was running along so smoothly
as to be almost vexatious. Any old
maid or old bachelor will tell you
a tiff now and then between two peoj
pie In love adds spice to It.
There are people who wonder it
Adam and Eve quarreled. Of coursa
they did. They were rushed at eacty
other even without an Introduction,
and there was no squeezing hands ot
walks beneath the silvery moon.
Adam was grouching around the garj
den by his lonesome when ho oaughj
sight of Eve peeking out from behind
a iliac bush and ho called out;
“Here, you woman, come along bore
and quit your fooling!”
It wasn't a fair shako nor a square
deal, and the more one thinks of it
tlm more ha wonders that lovo ts tha
sentiment that wo find It.
“They have boon loving and hava
been engaged ovor a yoar," said the
mother of tbe young man In this af
fair, that took place later on than
Adam's by several years, "and they
haven’t had a falling out yet."
“Then they’ll never marry—never!"
was the reply.
“I’m afraid not"
"Because, when a woman really loves
a man she wants to gut lu a dig at
him once in awhile!"
“She does.”
“She wants to let him know about
twice a month that he Isn't tbe only
man on this green earth—not by a
long shot!”
"That's It.”
“And he wants a chance to get Jeal
ous over nothing, and to stump around
and tear down trees and write letters
and call her a perfidious wretch.”
“He surely does.”
"And after she has sent him buck
his letters and the engago-rlug. and
belli have lost u heap of sleep and
called themselves Idiots, they cornu
sneaking around and make up and
love each twice as well as they
did before.”
"That's Just It.”
“If I was in your place, Mrs. Aikens,
I'd advise Randolph to pick a quarrel.
If 1 was the mother of Fanny I'd ad
vise her the same. They’ll never get
married if this thing goes on as placid
as molasses running down hill."
No advice was given, however. It
was not needed. There Is a divinity
whose job it Is to look out that lovo
matches do not become too draggy
and insipid, and she hit the trail of
Randolph Aikens within 40 days after
his mother had expressed her worries.
While Miss Fanny Drew was fair to
look upon, and was considered a catch,
the young man had no trouble in
shouldering other aspirants aside and
having the field to himself.
Things were jogging along at an
easy gait when the young lady's cous
in came on from the west and brought
a Rocky 'Mountain breeze with him.
He was young and happy and hand
some, and he had a ranch on which
the cattle were as thick as flies about
a sugar bowl. It was announced by
some kind-hearted person that he had
come on to marry Miss Fanny and
bear her hence to the land of alkali.
If the rumor was denied no one heard
of the denial.
Young Aikens met the "wild and
woolly" and they were Introduced and
shook hands. The Westerner was
breezy. He was a hustler. He talk
ed straight from the shoulder He as
serted die was after a bride to share
the scenery with him and eat her por
tion of grass-fed beef that roamed on
a hundred hills, and he added that he
gave himself just two weeks to fall
In love, appear before the minister
and pack his trunk and scoot for the
west with his bride on his arm.
Young Aikens had a half interest in
a gent’s furnishing store, and he could
not reconcile $4 silk scarfs with jack
boots and slouch hats. After 30 sec
onds' consideration he concluded to
bate his cousin.
Five minutes later he had decided to
quarrel with Miss Fanny, and he be
gan: "Wouldn't it been an act of
consideration to have told me you
were engaged to him?”
‘‘Randolph, what are you talking
about?" she exclaimed.
“Your marriage with that steer
chaser from the west!”
"My cousin? Why do you speak of
him In that way? Tom Is a breezy,
wbole-souled fellow,”
"And you will probably be very hap
py with him.”
"Have you taken this silly gossip In
earnest?"
“It may be silly gossip, but from the
way he looks at you—”
"Why, he’s my own cousin.”
"Yes?”
“And we used to play together as
children!"
"Ah!"
"Mr. Aikens, will you kindly explain
what that 'ah’ was meant to signify?”
asked the girl as she drew herself up
and ceased to smile.
"If you will kindly tell me the date
of the wedding I will be out of town at
the time and save us both embarrass
ment." he replied.
She turned from him and walked
away, and half a minute later he was
kicking himself for a born fool. There
was the "tiff,” that his mother was
hoidng for, and from the looks of
things It would last considerably long
er than a full moon. Randolph had
deliberately provoked the quarrel, as
he had to admit to himself, and it
there was any feeling of satisfaction
It rested with some one else.
The trouble with a lover in cases of
this sort is that he is not content witJij
Imaklng a donkey of himself. He must
be two or three of them. Instead of
going back to the girl and "fesslng
up" and having It all over with In halt
an hour, he must go round with the
air of a martyr and keep the whole
United States upset for weeks. He
knows that the girl can't and won’t
visit his gent's furnishing store to ask
about a (lollar shirt for her father and
make It an excuse for looking at him
In a heart-broken way and hinting that
she has consumption and not long
to tarry. No, she can't and won't
come, and that’s another grouch to
add to his stook. She ought to send
a little note—she ought to do this and
that, and he keeps right on the don
key job till Destiny gets mad and
slum-bangs him.
Thu cousin from the west married a
girl In a village live miles away and
went home to his steers and his al
kali, and of course young Aikens gut
the news. That was another grouch.
Why didn't Miss Fanny deny the gos
sip muru vigorously? Why didn't she
roll up her oyes, raise her right baud
and say in a loud firm volco;
“Randolph, 1 swear to high heaven
1 can nuver love anybody but thee!"
Mad she so sworn? Not by a jug
full! Very well; let her suffer for tbe
omission.
Mr. Aikens' furnishing store closed
at eight o'clock lu the evening. He
always went homo by a particular
route. Miss Fanny was aware of this,
but had she thrown herself lu his
way and given him good evening and
u show? Not a blamed throw, and
when ho thought It over ho fairly
gritted his teeth.
Week-, passed. Then he got the
habit of taking evening walks along
the riverside. He would wander out
on an old dock and sit on an old bar
rel and sigh and cuss a couple of
hours and then head for home saying
ho didn't care a rep for my girl that
ever wore a hobble sklrL
On this night—on this particular
night —the moon rode high, to be high
er than tbe cost of living. The little
waves of the river lapped at the old
dock, as they had been trained to do
from infancy. From various quarters
came plaintive wails of the bullfrogs
and now and then a dog barked or an
owl hooted.
It was a night for reflection. It was
a night for a young man who had made
a donkey of himself to sit and think
whether the beat dollar shirt could not
be sold for 9u cents and then make 30
per cent, profit? Also to wonder how
he came to do it! Also, to wonder
why some mutual friend didn't luk''
hold of the matter and make it fils
or her business to bring about a re
conciliation! Also, lots of other
things.
A step on the dock!
It was too late in the season for
assassins. None of tbe ministers in
town were given to walking in their
sleep. It was a light step—a human
step- not that of a cow. It came on.
It halted beside him. One —two
three minutes the owner of that step
wailed before whispering the name,
“Randolph!"
The young man looked up and gave
a start. It was Fanny!
Never in this world will it bo admit
ted that she knew of his presence and
had come to make up. It is a thou
sand chances to one that she thought
he was up at Troy buying his fall
stock of collars and cuffs. Anyhow,
she was there.
It has been stated that the dock
was old and rickety. It was strong
enough to withstand a fair start, when
he heard his name lovingly whispered
That dock 'sighed and groaned and
staggered and went down under the
strain.
Two feet of water and two of mud,
but It was enough. After the lovers
had flopped around for awhile the
girl's life was saved and the young
man climbed out beside her. They
were very wet and very muddy, hut
they were very happy. Each had for
given the other, and the collar market
fas firm at one for 16 cents, or two
or a quarter.
(Copyright, 1913, by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
HAD HIS REBUKE COMING
Old Lady Gives Effective Reply to
Alleged Smart Remark of Youth
ful {Jmoker.
The youth was puffing away at a
pipe, despite the pained' expression on
tbe old lady's face.
"Young man,” she barked, so far
as her coughing would permit her,
“do you know that it’s wrong to
smoke?”
“Well,” replied the lad as he blew
a wreath of smoke, "I use tobacco for
my health.”
"Health!’” ejaculated the victim. In
splutteiing tones. "Nonsensel You
never heard of anyone being cured by
smoking."
“Yes 1 have,” declared the youth,
still puffing away like a furnace chim
ney. “That’s the way they cure pigs.”
"Then smoke away,” cried the vic
tim. "There may be hope for you
yet.”
Right of Discovery.
An Envious Contemporary (to Miss
Budlong)—And so you are really en
gaged to Mr. Timid Smlthkins?
Miss Budlong (quite provoklngly)—
Yes, dear; and 1 waul you to suggest
something sweet and tender to go in
my engagement ring.
Envious Contemporary—lf I wer*
in your place I'd just have the simple
word "Eureka.” —Puck.
Capable Couple.
"A capable couple."
"So?”
"Yes, he Is furnishing the house by
means of tobacco coupons, and she
U decorating It with bridge prizes."
Terms SI.OO in Advance
NO. 39.
| IN HER BEST CLOTHES |
$ By JANE WATHY. $
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"Auntie! Auntie! Come back and let
me kiss my booful auntie," pleaded
Angelica, hanging over the balustrade
at the top of the stairs.
Miss Creston, touched by this un
wonted display of affection on the part
of her small niece, ran back up the
stairs to receive the embrace of two
small bare arras.
"Now, can I give a little weeny
stroke to my booful auntie’s booful
plume?” asked Angelica in saccharine
tones.
"Well, if you'll touch it very gently,”
consented auntie, with misgivings, but
fearful of chilling her young relative's
melting mood. "There, there, dear,
that will do,” as she felt a none too
light touch on the top of her hat and
her mind was invaded by visions of
disaster to her cherished plume.
With a lust hasty embrace Miss
Creston turned away and ran down the
stairs to her waiting escort.
Young Coleman regarded her with
the undisguised, if somewhat quizzical
admiration which is the accepted mas
culine attitude toward the entirely up*
to-date woman in her best clothes.
“I’m afraid that we’ll have to hurry
a little,” he said. "Angelica delayed
the game somewhat.”
“Yes, I know it,” said Miss Creston,
“but the poor child is so perfectly imp- _
ish that we always try to encourage
anything like softness in her.”
Miss Creston was aware of creating
a mild sensation when they boarded
the crowded elevated train, popular in
terest appearing to center in her hat.
"It certainly is the most becoming
hat I have had for a long time,” sho
thought, complacently sinking with a
gracious bow into the seat which a po
lite young man yielded to her. “And
the plume is a beauty, if it did cost a
small fortune."
Most of. the people were in their
seats when Miss Creston and her es- i
cort arrived at the theater. A some*
what flustered young usher seized
their checks, bounded along the aisle
before them and slammed down two
seats.
They had just settled themselves
comfortably and Miss Creston was
raising her hands to remove her hat
when the usher reappeared, followed ijs
by another couple.
"Kin I see your checks, please?” tha
flustered usher asked.
Young Coleman fumbled through hla
pockets and at length was able to ex
hibit the checks.
"They steered you down the wrong
aisle,” the usher informed them cheer
fully. "Your seats are over on tha
other side.”
Amid smiling apologies on both sides
they rose and yielded their places to
the other couple, then traversed tha
long aisle to the back of the house*
crossed over and proceeded down th®
opposite side.
“I am so glad, thought Miss
as they made their conspicuous prog
ress through the house, "that mjt
clothes are all right—especially m]|
hat. People always notice hats so.”
When young Coleman and the ushej
had carefully verified the location o|
their places Miss Creston seated her
self and raised her hands to remove
her hat.
She extracted four hatpins and hei
gan to fumble tor the fifth.
"Why—where’s my other hatpin?* 1
she murmured, groping about tha
crown on her hat with her lingers*
“Well, what —”
Her hand encountered an uufamlllaf
object at one side of the crown, •
clammy, yielding something which
caused her to give a last frantic, and
this time successful, clutch at the
missing hatpin.
“Angelica! What has that child bMQ
doing to my hat?” was the thought
that flashed through her mind as ah®
snatched off the headgear and laid It
upon her lap.
Skillfully entangled in the flllgr®®
work of her hatpin was one median®
sized, slightly damp bath sponge.
"Oh!” Miss Creston turned to hea
escort with fire In her eye. “Whjl
didn't you tell me it was there, instead
of letting me parade all over creation
with that thing In my hat?" she de
manded.
The young man turned an
countenance upon her. "Don’t yo®
suppose 1 would have told you if 1
hadn’t thought it belonged there?” h®
asked. “I give you my word of honot
that 1 supposed it was some new kind
of pompon, or chou chou, or whateye®
you girls call them. Anyway,” -as th®
lights were lowered and the hum ol
voices about them died down, “you’d
look prettier in a hat trimmed all ovei
with bath sponges than any ottaet
woman would with a bird of paradls®
on hers!"
Alrman’a Dream. I ,<J/
M. Esnault Pelterie, one of th® beat
known aviation experts, is of the opin
ion that the day will come when Com- k
municatlon between the earth* and tb*
moon and stars will be poagibl® in
aeroplanes.
Providing that radium Is one da£
found in larger quantities that J
some way of harnessing its ehergla®
is discovered by scientists, be calcu
lates that au aeroplane weighing •
ton should be able to cover the 888,900 , “
m!'"s which separate the earth and
the moon in three hours and five min*
utes. mm
About 800 pounds of radiUßl WOUid
be necessary to provide •he fuel for
the journey. At the current price* 5*
about 810,000,000 worth would be f*
qulred.
Trips to certain of the stars he con
tiders equally practicable.