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Auto Ride
The Best Laid Plans Go
Awry.
By CLARISSA MACKIE.
Copyright, 1S1U. by American Press
Association.
Annabelle Dayton in her smart Utile
motorcar pabstd at the summit of the
hill and drew a sharp breath of ap
preciation. A line of distant blue in
dicated the sea. In the foreground
vere green clad slopes running down
snowy beaches. The roofs of the
village pointed up anions the trees,
and a church spire gleamed like fire.
There were white' sails beyond and
Wie black drift of smoke from a pass
,, fng steamer.
"This is lots better than going to
•. Aunt Edith's poky musicale," sighed
Annabelle mutinously. "Just fancy
spending this glorious afternoon in a
lighted drawing room listening to the
great Alvan Eldred, "master of the
violin.' aud being disillusioned by long
hair, greasy coat collar and a pervad
ing presence of garlic!" Annabelle's
dainty nose sniffed scornfully at her
imaginary portrait of the great violin
ist of whom her aunt had raved for
weeks.
"I'm going down, down to the very
edge of the sea."
As the machine sped downward An
nabelle was suddenly conscious that
something was wrong. The brakes did
not respond to her frantic pressure,
the levers grated harshly without ef
fect. and there was an unfamiliar
grunting sound from beneath her feet.
She had been down this same hill
many times before, slowly, cautiously.
She knew that from the foot of the
hill the street ran down to the water's
edge, ending at the broad dock where
the boats landed.
Nothing could stop her speed unless
—the color left her cheeks as she real
ized the almost certain death t! :t con
fronted her. Iler lips set in st v,i}. !it
line, and her eyes shone steadily. If
one had to miet death at the close of
a lovely August day
when—-why.
one
might as well meet it bravely.
••'aster she went, her eyes, dark with
dread. fixed on a wide opening on the
right. Flanked by stone pillars, it
seemed to mark the entrance to some
estate. The few pedestrians turned
and watched her flight with disap
proval a constable held up a warning
hand a wagon scuttled into the side
walk to avoid her coining.
Annabeile turned the steering wheel
and a sigh of relief fluttered from her
lips as the machine responded, bul
there was no lessening of the mad
speed. Wildly it tore through the
open gateway, ground into the hard
packed earth of the drive, skidded
along a muddy spot under the trees,
left the drive and pounded along soft
green turf, miraculously avoiding tree
trunks, making straight for the large
brown house set in the midst of the
grounds.
V" Another twist of the wheel and the
house seemed to glide past. Before
her was a distant blur of gorgeous
colors—a flower garden in the midst
of which was a summer house. To the
left was a turfy bank. Her head
dropped on her hands that clutched
the wheel, and she closed her eyes and
prayed.
There was a low shout beside her
the machine jolted under additional
weight a pair of strong hands gripped
the wheel from hers there was the
pressure of brakes the motor slowed
suddenly, bumped into some obstruc
tion and then bounded back to .1 stand
still.
"It's all over now." said a kindly
voice.
Annabelle opened her eyes and
looked fearfully forth on the summer
house still creaking from the force of
encounter, on the crushed flowers she
had mowed down and lastly into the
countenance-of a man who sat beside
her in the car.
It was then that Annabelle realized
that she was holding the stranger In
a frantic embrace, her hands tightly
clasped about his neck, her fair head
perilously near his broad shoulder.
"I beg your pardon!" Annabelle's
face turned to deepest rose as she
hastily withdrew from him. but her
hair had caught in a button of his
coat, holding it firmly by one long
golden strand.
"Just a moment. There—I don't want
to hurt you. It's off now." He spoke I
In matter of fact tone as if he was
in the habit of ensnaring lovely tnaid
'A en* with coat buttons every day of
jfT- his life. "I'm afraid you are pretty
t® well shaken up with your ride. You
had a narrow escape." He had alight
ed and helped Annabelle to the ground,
She leaned weakly against the sum
iner house. -'You must have saved my
life. Did you—did you really leap on
... the step as I passed?" She was be
ginning to realize what had happened.
He nodded carelessly. "It was easy
enough. You sec. one gets practice in
a that sort of thing chasing the street
.cars." Then, observing her with con
Sjijgicern In his gray eyes, he went on
iiiisi "Come and sit down in the summer
house you must be pretty well knock
i|||ed under with the strata. After you
$|$|bave had a cordial perhaps you may
feel able to tell how it happened that
|y"• yi '||pyou Invaded my flower garden."
Xt§* smiled pleasantly down on her as
^ijilhe led the way into the ros? covered
arbor and drew forward a deep wicker
chair for thin unexpected guest, who
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sank Into it with a little sigh of relief.
"I will send my housekeeper, Mrs. Lar
rup, to you she may be of assistance."
Annabelle had time to rearrange her
tumbled hair, blushing at the recol
lection of its episode with the coat
button, before her host returned, tray
in hand.
"Mrs. Larrup has disappeared, and it
seems to be the maid's half holiday,
so you must be satisfied with my hum
ble services. Here are currant wine
and some biscuits and a bottle of eau
de cologne. Isn't that what ladles use
when they are upset?" He placed the
tray* handily at her elbow.
"Thanks to you, I wasn't upset," re
turned Annabelle merrily. She sniffed
at the cut glass bottle more in grati
tude for his thoughtfulness than be
cause she needed its pungent aroma.
"Thank you. I am afraid I've made
you lots of trouble and ruined your
garden. I hope you will allow me to
have it put in order again." She sipped
the wine he poured for her and looked
up at him from her dark blue eyes,
frankly boyish in their direct glance.
"Really, you've given old Jackson
something to do. He's been eating his
head off lately and grumbling because
I wouldn't let him. dig up some of the
beds and set out other plants. There
be is now among the hollyhocks. See
the grin on his face? He's tickled to
death over it."
The man leaned against the doorpost
and looked out into the garden, where
an old negro was hobbling among the
torn beds, a broad smile about his
toothless lips.
"I say, .Jackson, please ask Pierre to
come here and get this car out into the
drive." lie turned to Annabelle, and
his glance lingered long on her face,
sweetly serious in the pale green light
of the arbor. "I think my man can
put your car right. There seems to be
nothing serious the matter with it—
probably some small matter of adjust
ment."
While the chauffeur tinkered over
the car Annabelle related the story of
her ride. She omitted nothing, not
even the fact that she had deliberately
ran away from her aunt's musicale and
the great violinist nor her terror at the
last when her car sped down the hill.
The mail listened without interrup
tion. He smiled when she mentioned
Alvan Eldred, and he winced when
she described the terrible ride down
the hill. When she had finished he
told her that he had been sitting in
the arbor and had seen her approach
across the turf—had raced to meet her.
It was nothing at ail.
"So you did not want to see Alvan
Eldred." he said a little later. "Have
you ever heard him play?"
"Once," admitted Annabelle, "and it
was so heavenly it made me cry.
There was a big crowd, and I couldn't
see him, and I didn't want to. I know
what they look like, and I am always
disillusioned after I see them, some
are so—so grubby, you know. This
time he played an old thing, the inter
mezzo from 'Cavalleria,' you know, and
I've wanted to hear it again just as he
played it, only"—
"You're afraid of the garlic and the
greasy coat collar, eh?" He was smil
ing down at her in the friendliest sort
of way.
"I know you think I'm horrid about
it and not a bit artistic, but"—
"I don't like garlic myself," he con
fessed cheerfully. "As for questiona
ble coat collars—ugh! Nevertheless,
I'm afraid you do Eldred an injustice.
He's an American, you know."
"You see how narrow and prejudiced
and silly I am," said Annabelle, rising
and moving toward the door. "I never
even knew that. I thought he was a
Pole—or something. It is growing
late, and your man seems to have fixed
my car."
"I'm going with you—with your per
mission—to see that you reach home
safely. Pierre can follow with my
car and bring me home. You have
told me your name, but I have not yet
introduced myself. Wait a moment,
please do not turn your head."
With a slight bow he left her stand
ing In the doorway, her back to the
interior of the arbor. He passed in
side. and she beard a slight rattle, a
whining twang as a string tightened,
and then the strains of the intermezzo
trembled on the air—played as only a
master could play it—as Alvan Eldred'
had never played it before.
Annabelle stood spellbound, her blue
eyes like stars, her red lips parted,
wave after wave of rose color flushing
her startled face. Before be bad fin
ished she had turned and was facing
him, inspiring him to greater effort,
and thei'e passed between them at the
moment, a great understanding.
When he had finished Annabelle
pressed her hands against her eyes.
"I feel as if I had always been asleep
—as though I had just awakened."
she said softly.
lie made no reply. Quietly he put
away the violin which had wrought
this wonderful thing for him. and si
lently they entered the little car which
had brought Annabelle so strangely
Into the garden.
At home he smiled down at her. "I
may come again?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Garlic? Long hair?" His hand
brushed his cropped bead.
"i don't mind, really," blushed An
nabelle. wish starry eyes.
His tone of banter changed to one
of tender gravity. To Annabelle it
sounded like the deeper notes of bis
violin. "You ran away from me. and
yet we met after all. Are you glad?
I am!" Without waiting for answer
t-ifc jumped Into his waiting car and
with a last backward look was gone.
Annabelle smiled mysteriously, as be
vanished in cloud of dust. "And
I'm glad, too—glad, glad!" Then with
a swift, graceful movement she bent
down and kissed the steering wheel
the little automobile.
Humor and
Philosophy
By Dl/ACAA M. SMITH
PERT PARAGRAPHS.
ET not your left hand know what
your right band doeth. Some
member of the family needs must be
Innocent and respectable.
If we could understand how little
the rest of the world accounts us it
would save a lot of wear and tear on
our nervous systems.
The longest way around is the short-,
est way home—unless it leads past a
baseball park.
He who hesitates is sometimes saved
a breach of promise suit.
The man who fights and runs away
may live to see himself in a moving
picture show.
The pen is mightier than the sword
in getting a man into difficulties.
This would be a sad world If people
only laughed when they were care
free.
Man wants but little here below, and
it makes him sore because he doesn't
get it
Forestalled.
"She is saying a lot of mean things
about you."
"Who is?"
"Julia."
"She can't say very much."
"Why?"
"Because she has a little bit of
origiuality and won't imitate, and I
have already said about all the mean
things about her that there are in the
English language."
Seeing Ineffective.
"What is the matter with you?"
"I'm all run down."
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"Yes. 1 saw two of them, and it
didn't do me a bit of good."
•'What did they say?"
"They didn't say anything. We had
not been introduced. I saw them «s
they went past."
The Real Thing.
The rich with all his store of wealth
One kind of pleasure misses
He nothing knows about the joy
Of bread and cheese and Kisses.
Their Use.
"What cute little envelopes!"
"Yes. aren't they nice?"
"I should say so. They are made
of heavy satin paper too."
"The very best."
"What are they designed for?"
"To pack your bathing suit in when
you go to the seashore."
The Beauty Doctor.
"She is a perfect picture."
"Do you think so?"
"Yes. Don't you?"
"Well, anyway she ought to be."
"Why ought she to be?"
"She pays a heap of money to an
artist to make her so."
It Sometimes Works.
"What is a good remedy for insom
nia?"
"Have it in the morning?"
"Yes."
"Kill the man that runs the lawn
mower."
His Notion of Them.
"Do you take much interest in man
ly sports?"
"No 1 hire a man to tend the fur
nace and cut the grass."
Looks Promising.
"1 wonder"
"What do you wonder?"
"1 wonder if my fiance will love me
when I'm old."
"Well, he loves you now. doesn't he?"
The Back Number.
1 am sitting in the twilight
Gazing at the passing throng
As tn bunches and in couples
Down the street it moves along.
And 1 hear the constant babble
From the ceaseless human tongue.
And I watch the lovers £pn.",ing
As they did when I was .„ang.
Here's a young and tender couple
Trading glances on the s-iy
Far away from home anri mother.
Having dodged the watchful eye.
And 1 wonder as they wander
While they chat or softly sing
If they understand tuch antics
And the trouble they may bring.
How can children b* *0 silly?
I was that way once. 1 know.
But 1 cannot be too tnunkfui
I've outgrown it long ago.
They in fancy feel a blessing
Faitlnit trom the Mars above.
When in truth the thing is only
But a rare ot puppy-tove.
Lttt them go it they enjoy it
1 can sit nere with my pipe
Making comment* philosophic
From experience more ripe.
Do 1 envy them their pleasure
As they sip the none.r d»w
From the lipe on which it MpetisT
1 wont own it if 1 do.
5?WWT'W^T^W^
Direct Primaries.
Amid "the tumult and the shouting"
of the Roosevelt and anti-Roosevelt
forces in New York state there is dan
ger that the issue of the tight will be
obscured. This issue is direct nomina
tions. It was because he espoused
Governor Hughes' plan to do away
with nominating conventions aud to let
the voters of a party choose their own
candidates that Colonel Roosevelt was
turned down by the "old guard."
State wide primaries are already pro
vided by law in California. Illinois.
Iowa. Kansas, Louisiana, Mississippi,
Missouri, Michigan, Nebraska. New
Hampshire. North Dakota. Oklahoma,
Oregon. South Dakota. Texas, Wash
ington and Wisconsin. Minnesota,
Ohio and Pennsylvania have direct
primaries on all but state offices, while
thirteen other states have the system
in a limited form, and party rules pro
vide for state wide primaries in yet
other states. Thus direct nominations
in one form or another obtain in most
of the country.
The Hughes plan in New York is dif
ferent from that in effect in most of
the states mentioned. Its friends claim
that it is superior to the simon pure
brand for the reason that it requires
responsible party committees to sug
gest candidates for offices, leaving the
way open for the voters also to sug
gest candidates. This puts the com
mittee 011 record and forces it to fight
in the open. The original Green
Hinman bill, which was defeated in
the New York legislature, provided
for state wide primaries, while the
Cobb bill, on which the fight was
finally made, excepted state aud mu
nicipal offices. It was the Cobb bill
that Roosevelt and Taft indorsed.
Now the colonel and his friends are
determined to put direct primaries in
the party platform, and 011 this issue
will be waged one of the hardest con
vention battles ever seen in the Em
pire State. J. A. EDGEltTON.
According to Lady Cook, it is due to
the presence of American girls that
streets in continental cities once un
safe after dark for women are now
"as safe as our own Broadway." No
tribute to their civilizing influence
could be finer.
The press agent management of the
Abernathy kids certainly put one over
the big newspapers that "fell to" the
automobile advertisement.
The season is at hand when the
gentlemen who write weather bulle
tins usually do their cleverest work.
The Passing of Korea.
It comes as no "surprise to the world
that Korea. Land of the Morning Calm,
ancient kingdom of the orient, has
passed off the map. The mikado of
Japan has had his big eraser ready for
some years, waiting to use It only
when the act of erasnre would create
no protest from the powers. Korea,
being a weaker sister, has fallen by
the wayside. Japan, grown powerful
these past fifty years, since Commo
dore Perry opened her ports to the
world, seems to be the proper guard
ian. or. rather, stepfather, of Korea,
which lagged behind, sticking to an
cient forms and fancies, preferring to
be in morning calm rather than noon
day heat or the afternoon sirocco of
modern civilization.
It is not to be disputed .that Japan
bas strong armed Korea, using the
garrote method in subduing the little
kingdom to her imperious will. Korea,
quaint, content and calm, had not
learned the strenuous life. Sbe knew
uot how to walk in the ways of other
nations, tboae which have acquired
the battleship and the disappearing
gun and the adept man slayer. As a
bone of contention between the trian
gular dogs of war—China. Russia and
Japan—little Korea bas been chewed
to fragments time and again. Now
that ber destiny seems to be settled
definitely by Japan's outright annexa
tion ber people probably will have a
better chance for happiness and even
for the morning culm than tbey have
bad in many years.
It Is a hopeful sign that Insurance
companies are now being formed that
are ready to Insure large tracts of val
uable timber lands against destruction
by fire. If the system spreads we are
certain to see proper precautions
taken and laws en forced, at least in
the vicinity of insured areas.
It Is said that General Estrada will
bave several rivals for the job of pres
ident of Nicaragua. No Nicaraguan
seems satisfied except when he is look
ing for trouble.
The only flaw in the flying trip of
Colonel Roosevelt was the lack of a
greeting by a mother of twenty chil
dren. with all the fin-es washed for
kissing.
ollector Loeb lias made
•weep bis mustache, and his upper
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Social
Climbers
A Mother and Daugh
ter Got ThereIntheEnd
By MILLARD MALTBV.
Copyright, 1910, by American Press
Association.
tures indicated that he was to the
1
A stagecoach lumbered up a zigzag]
road in the Rocky mountains. O11 the
outside seat behind the driver sat a
gentleman whose eminently respectable
traveling suit and his clean cut fea-
manner born. Beside him sat a young I
man in the costume of the country.
His skirt was flannel his hat was a
On the next seat back sat a lady,
the aristocratic gentleman's wife, aud
beside her a girl of nineteen, their
daughter. The man iu the sombrero
was telling them about the mountains
and Its people and pointing out the
more prominent peaks, to which the
travelers listened with great interest.
The sun was hot, the pace was slow,
and the two combined tended to make jjare
the driver drowsy. When the coach
reached an eminence and started down
an incline, instead of being wide
awake to the dangers of mountain
travel, he was nodding. ITe not only
failed to put on the brake, but drop
ped the reins. He was awakened by
the shouts of the passengers behind
him, who saw a terrible death staring
them in the face. The horses, un
checked, started down the slope and
were soon going at a breakneck pace.
The driver basely abandoned his
post and. putting ids foot on the iron
step beside him. swung himself to the
ground. The young man who had been
pointing out objects of interest let
himself down over the footboard on to
the tongue, gathered up the reins,
descent he brought the horses to a
standstill. The first sensation that
came to him after it was all over was
feeling the arms of the aristocratic
gentleman about his neck.
One day a couple of years after this
episode Mrs. Murphy and her daugh
ter, while bowling along Ocean avenue
at Newport, received a terrible shock.
"Oh, heavens, mother, there's Bar
ton Keith! Look the other way,
quick!"
Miss Murphy, pretending to see some
thing to which she desired to call her
mother's attention, pointed in the op
posite direction from the young man.
the carriage rolled by, and the women
began to discuss the situation.
"What in the world could bave
brought him here?" exclaimed the
mother.
"I would as soon have expected to
see a Mississippi pilot."
"Bart has beeu a stage driver."
"Ile'll fell everybody here all about
our antecedents."
"He won't know any one to tell."
"It seems hard to cut him after that
affair you had with him."
"There have beeu changes since then.
At that time father was building bis
little branch railroad he hadn't got on
to the main line."
"Well, I don't think there's much
danger, considering that he can't have
any entree here. Heaven knows what
a time we've had to even get in on
the outer circle. How can Bart Keith
with uo money get in at all?"
"lie may be prosperous he's well
euougu dressed."
That night there was a grand func
tion at one of the "cottages," and the
next morning Mary Murphy ran to her
mother with a newspaper in her band
and ber eyes wide open.
"For laud's sake, mother, listen to
this: 'Among those present at Mrs.
Athertou's last night was Mr. Barton
Keith.'
"You don't mean it!"
"How in the name of conscience do
you suppose he got in there?"
"I can't imagine. I know we couldn't
get a bid."
"He must have a pull somewhere."
"Your father had a pull, but It didn't
work. lie offered Peter Jones a tip
on the stock of our road if he'd get
him an invitation to the Athertons'
But Pete said they were of the old
New York blue blood and rich besides.
These people who have both blood and
money are the hardest of all to move."
"Oho! Here's the explanation!" and
she read a social item:
Mr. Barton Keith Is visiting Mr. and
Mrs. Emerson Forbes
"Oh. my goodness gracious," exclaim
ed the mother, "how in the world did
he ever get in with them?"
There was a silence between the two
which Mary ended by saying 1
"Mother, we've gone and done It"
"So we have."
"We must find a way to take a back
track."
"So we must." I
"But we're entirely ignorant of the
key to the position."
"What do you mean by that?"
"We don't know what reason the
Forbes bave for taking in Bart"
"Do you suppose tbey know what
he's been?"
"Of course they do. Bart couldn't
keep It if he wished. That's the sin
gular part of It. The Forbes have
imrf of Jt
beeD
lip Is proved to lie remarkably stiff. port society for a hundred years. But
ont.
The sieroplnne tndustry promise! to families they're more Independent
ftv ahead of the automobile trade.
i, 1 4
thing I have noticed in these old
other people. I enn't imagine those
Perkinses who made their money iu
fertilizing material having anything to
do with Hart Keith. You know how
they snubbed us."
"Yes. indeed I do. and I'm waiting
for the time to come when I can get
even with them."
"But, mother, how are we to fix It
up with Hart?"
"1 don't know, Maine, unless you
have the same power you used to have
over him."
Maine east glance iu a mirror. Art
had done a great deal for her since she
waited on the railroad men her mother
fed in their days of poverty. Nothing
that money could buy was now denied
her knew
II( llflll lovt.(1 h(M.
love llK|. in
an eI1tir,-ly
was in
Hart Keith well,
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(.
,iicn, and to
est I fabrics must excite
new sensation. Besides, he
,|u,
swill)
sewpor,,
woul(1 luwt lhe (lll,.st
AnieIiea
thoy
gi,u liaj cut ljiln
sombrero. "Mother," she. said.
not Write
w|,ere
in
to turn a curve without going over a pendently of his introducers, and It
precipice. Then after a further short
was
he
,:.0stumes iu
to sav nothing of the women
illc
1S(,t|.
To make matters worse.
I believe I'll
write liini a line saying I've heard ot'
his being in Newport and telling him
we're here. That'll look as if we
hadn't seen him on the avenue."
"lo you think he'd tumble to it?"
The girl pondered awhile, then ad
mitted that sin.* knew very well he
would: their eyes had met and there
had been a mutual .recognition. She
note.
1 Hut one morning she received a note
the
frolI1
quickly remounted to the box, put on
the brake and managed to reduce the to hear his name mentioned among the
pace sufficiently to enable the coach people and
He told ln-r that, having
heard she was at Newport, he had
come 011 from (he west to find her. Km
time had made great changes for both
of them and he did imt doubt she was
following a course which seemed in
viting to her in her new sphere. He
shrank from parting with her without
letting her know that he had Kept the
boyish promises made years ago. lie
refrained from mentioning the cut she
had given him, but it was evident it
was this that had turned him from
her. He closed his epistle with the
word "farewell." and she knew that
he had passed beyond recall.
For a time the Murphys heard that
Keith was being introduced under the
wing of the Forbes. Then they began
the society notes inde
,10t long before they learned that.
which travels on the wings of the
v.iiil Keith was rich. He had be
1 :!er«-sted iu certain western
ti-.-ns with Mr. Forbes and the-
|r-:
two
!1'
MS
i.id
made money together. Them
a rumor that Keith was to marry
Alice Forbes.
l.'p
to this time the Murphys had
merely wondered. Now they were
astonished. And over Mary Murphy
came a wave of regret. It was not
for the loss of Barton Keith's wealth
or position it was for Keith himself
The prize they sought for and for
which she had snubbed the lover of
her young girlhood every day seemed
further from her grasp. Despite their
millions, the Murphys found It im
possible to effect an entrauce into
Newport society. Mary had become
accustomed to wealth, and it failed to
satisfy her. She was hungry for the
boyish love that had been hers In
poverty, but she had thrown It away.
The report that Keith was to marry
Miss Alice Forbes proved true When
the engagement was formally an
nounced the Murphys read I11 the so
slety columns of a New York news
paper a story concerning the contract
ing parties that gave them the key
to the situation. It told how Mr. and
Mrs. Forbes and their daughter were
traveling in the Rocky mountains, how
a stage driver fell asleep, how a young
man who had been formerly a handler
of the ribbons saved the passengers
from death, how Mr. Forbes had taken
him up aud enabled bim to make a
fortune. But the story did not tell the
most important feature that had led to
the union—a young girl seeing an act
of cool bravery on the part of a young
man
The wedding of Barton Keith aud
Alice Forbes was not celebrated with
that splendor usual to nuptials in the
fashionable world. It was said that
this was in deference to the wishes of
the groom, who bore the reputation
of being an extremely modest inaii
He devoted himself to business, his
only recreation being driving four-in
hands. and this was supposed to be in
memory of experiences of former days
"Mother." said Mary Murphy one
day, "I have a plan."
"What is it, Mame?"
"We can't break through thg shell of
this Newport egg. We. must go else
where."
"Where shall we go?" -v
"To London."
"Good gracious, daughter! If we
can't succeed here, how can we do so
among the British nobility?"
"Others who have failed here have
succeeded there. Leave it to me.
Money, dear mother, is the power that
opens doors wherever money Is need
ful These British nobles are getting
poor Our people are getting rich.
Many here have always been rich, and
some vare nothing about becoming
richer In England commoners have
been getting rich, while the nobles
have been getting poor. Noblemen
would prefer to marry an American to
commoner of their own country,
there being no titles here. I shall go
to Loudon, marry a title and come back
here fur just long enough to snub
I hose wjio have snubbed us."
Two years later Mary Murphy re
'timed to Newport as the countess of
a a a
The Forbes have ed. and when sbe arrived invitations
prominent In New York and New- were piled on ber table. Before look-
about whom tbey take up than any phy auu sent Immediate "regrets."
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ing for those sbe intended to accept
sbe picked out those from certain peo-'
pie who had snubbed ber as Miss Mar­
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