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THE ADVOCATE AND NEWS. APRIL 1 FANNY AND THE FIREMAN. BY CY VVARMAN. (Coprrlcht, 1809, hy th Author. CHAPTER L "Sit here, please, " said Fanny, and she stood with hor shapely bands upon the back of a cbair that she bad drawn a little wny oat from the table. It was the boast of the proprietor that be hud the handsomest lot of table girls on the road, and the queen of the collection was Fanny McCann. That's how she happened to be bead waitress, for she could not know much of the business, She bad come to the eating station part ly because her widowed mother was poor and partly to gratify a consuming desire to pose as the prettiest girl in the place, for she bad been consulting her mirror. The fireman frowned, but took a seat next the proprietor of the Mint Julep. The fireman's face, newly washed and bard rubbed, glistened in the glare of the electric light, and the same light played upon the jeweled bands and im maculate shirt front of the Julep man. The fireman bowed coldly, and the oth er, feeling a certain superiority in the matter of dress and personal appearance, smiled. The head waitress, taking a position at one of the windows, stood looking at the two men, both of whom had made love to her. She had purposely seated tbm so as to get their faces in one face was crushing. lie remembered how be had begged her to keep out of the eating bouse and tried to hint to her motner tnat the place was full of lures. "It's only a short step in the direc tion of danger, " hosaid. "Apublicdin ing room, camp meeting, the skating nntt and "Stopl" said Fanny's mother. will not have you hint even that Fanny is capable of being bad. And so the fireman had been Dower less to prevent the pure young girl from putting herself in this Edon ho fre krht ed with poisonous fruit. Promptly at 9 o'clock he called for anny. bhe would be out m a moment. ner motner said. During the half hour in which he waited for the expiration of a woman's "moment" the fireman noticed a num ber of now pieces of furniture; also he noticed that fanny g mother was a lit tle mite remote. Fanny herself, while amply deliberate, was irritable and nervous. Conversation seemed to gc slowly with them, like a heavy train on an up grade, and when he shut off they ippeared to be going back. When they entered the ballroom, the Qddlers were already fiddling, and thev fell in line for the opening walk around. Over in one end of the hall there was a IO7 7t immT7, j 4k. M IJ 1"'. . VTAW tl if l 1 : 1 . mm I HE TOOK THE CARD AGAIN TO SELECT A NUMBER. frame, as It were, for she had been un able to forsake one and cleave to the other. She respected the fireman she had loved hini once and had acknowl edged it to him but she was dazzled by the handsome, well groomed proprie tor of the Mint Jnlep. Once or twice the fireman ventured to look up, but each time he saw her gazing upon his rival and his heart was filled with dread. "What time Bhall I call?" he asked as Fanny punched bis meal ticket. "Not before 9. I detest being first in a ballroom." "Suppose we say 8:80? It will be 9 by the time we reach the hall." "Nine," said Fanny, smiling and nodding at the Julep man as he passed out, with his chinchilla thrown grace fully over his shouldera "But I'm on the reception commit tee." "Then go and recepand come back for me. I shan't leave the house before 9. My, how jay you are!" The fireman went out with a heavy heart. Fanny was getting on. She had not used such language to him before, and it cut him to the qukk. He had felt it himself, but to have her see it and tell him of his shortcomings to his bank of plauta' and ferns, loaned by leading citizens for the firemen's annual ball, and just in front of the oasi3 stood the Jnlep man, immaculate as ever and wearing the only evening dress suit in the room. My, but he was radiant, and all the more so by comparison, for not a few of the respectable black suits worn by the firemen and their friends were beginning to take on that unmistakable shine that comes with age I "Oh. Isaac." exclaimed Mm Wi stine to ner nusband, "what a beauti ful young lady I Who is she ?" "She eea not what you say a lady. She ees waitress fum ze eating house." "And who is the handsome gentle man writing on her card?" "He ees not one gentleman, my dear. He ees ze proprietor of ze Mint 'Ulep." Now Mrs. Wolfstine marveled that this man should be there dancing with the daughters of the best families in this glowing western town. But why should he not be there? Everv fireman on the division had sold or tried to sell him a ticket to the annal ball Society had not vet become stratified. and this wolf was still allowed to romp wun tae iambs. . After the ball, when honest neonle were asleep, he would go and mingle wun ms own una. The fireman was surprised nnnn tnir Ing Fanny's card to find that his rival had already written upon it. A half nour later no iook the card again to se lect a n amber and found the face of it black with : "Julep." "Julep." "Julep." This man bad been called by that name so mucn that he bad come to an ewer to it and write it. Indeed few people in tho place knew that he had another name. It was two hours after midnight when the fireman opened the eate in front of the little frame cottage where the girl's mother lived. "Well." said the eirl. rnittinar the gate between them, "was the ball a suc cess 7 "For Rome people I think it was a decided fiuiresH. "And for others?" "A flat failure." "That's too bad," said Fannr. with provoking carelessness. "Oh, I don t know. Where there are so many smooth runs and smooth run ners there must always be a few wrecks and failures." Fanny yawned and ended it with a forced, naif apologetic laugh. "Fanny." sanr the fireman. "I want to ask you one question before I go, and 1 would like a frank, honest answer. "Well?" "Do you love me?" "I have said that I did." "And you have shown that you do not. "Then why do you ask me?" "For your answer. If vou can sav truthfully that you love me now, fresh uuiu uiu raaiance or tnat tinsel cod Julep, I shall trust you." "Oh, you don't need to trust ma if you don t want to I I'm sure I never asiredyouto. Good night 1" "Fanny," exclaimed the fireman. stretching his arms over the eate. "is mis tne end of my dream? I he eiil twisted the little, coin an gagement ring from her finzer" and tnrust it across the gate. Now the fire man wondered that he had not until now noticed the beautiful diamond thnt sparkled even in the pale moonlight CHAPTER II. How strangely sad the orean sounded in tne man s earsl He could scarcely lemember when he had been inside of a church. "It's all rot, Fanny, ole girl," he had said. 'S'nough to give a man tne jimjams. 'Mother of God. " wailed the woman. falling upon her knees beside the flmnll white cofiin, "take my baby, mv babvl" And then she lay and sobbed above this mite of cold, cold clay. Ihe man turned his bloated, distort ed face from the window, drew a silk Handkerchief from his pocket and flicked the dust from his patent leather boots. And that s how the Mint Julen man happened to hear the organ. CHAPTER IIL Fanny had just returned from the little stony graveyard that had crown up with the town. The grass of two summers had grown green upon the grave of her dead baby. Her husband, the Mint Julep man. was no more. His light had gone out in the midst of de lirium, and his body had been sent bad east to his people. Thev hid seen men carrying a ma: on a stretcher from the train across the river to the hospital. 'Engineer hurt 1" shouted a freckled boy going past the cottage, proudly spreading the newa "Who is it?" "Dunno," said the dot. without slowing down. "Yes, it's him." said Fanny's moth er, coming back from one of the neigh bors; "caught under his engine leg broke and badly scalded. " Fanny nut her chin in her hand, and the tears began to run down her pale face. If only she could go to him. but she had no right. Besides, he might net care to have her. She had seen him but once since they parted in themoonlicht at the gate. That was tha day her baby was buried. Lifting her eves from tha criva that was closing over the white coffin, she had looked into his face, and, seeing a look of sympathy there, she bad almost thrown herself into his arms, so utterly lonely and miserable did she feel, but he turned away, probably to hide his own teara It was a week later that tho kind hearted Burgeon consented to allow her to visit the injured man. He was asleep when she entered, and she sat down silently beside the little iron bed. The sight of his pale but hon est face so affected her that she took his hand and held it in hera The sleep er stirred slightly, and she put down the band, but not until she had left two tears upon itv When he could collect his weak and wavering mind, the sick man looked upon the pale, but still beautiful face of the woman and whis pered the one word, the one name, that had been the sweetest name in the lan guage to hini in his youth. He had tak en her hands and now drew her toward him. She turned her face away. "Ah, Fanny, don't you think you conld learn to love me again?" I have never ceased to love vou." she said, with her honest eyes upon his. 'It was all a mistake an awful, hor rid mistake." "Here, here!" said the doctor enter ing. "If you're going to cry, I'll send you away. "No, you won't." said the engineer. smiling and taking her hand in his. "one s going to be my nurse. The Weljfht of Kaln. It is not until we take the rainfall in the bulk that we can realize what a stupendous quantity of water showers down in Great Britain and Ireland in one year, and even when we have the1 figures before ua it is difficult to realize their magnitude. To say, for instance, that 9.262.870.- 000,000 cubic feet of rain on an aver age fall annually on the United King dom conveys little or nothing, though it implies something moist, and when we runner learn that the weight of the same amounts to 258.126.500.000 tons. except for a feeling of thankfulness tbat it did not fall on our toes all at once, we are only conscious that it makes a very pretty row of figures. With the laudable intention of mak ing these figures look small we will merely say that the total weight of the rain that falls in one year on the Brit ish isles is only eaual to 1-119 Dart of the weight of one paltry square mile of the earth's surface, from the surface to the center of the earth. When we con sider that there are 121,000 square miles of such surface in the United Kingdom alone, one -can understand what an infinitesimal fraction of the total weight of the British isles the an nual rainfall would amount to. Whv. 4,800,000 Forth bridges would almost equal it. Ludgate. Ilia Vocation. In a well known college in one of the gulf states an old negro named Timothv and called old Tim by the students had for many years served them in the vari ous duties of general servant. Of course the petty larceny which he steadily practiced as a perquisite of office was winked at by the students, who made him the butt of jest and ridicule. One day a student who had received a box of edibles from home missed half of the ponderous fruit cake which hia mother had prepared especially for him. ue Jcnew the thief, and when old Tim came in eight he exclaimed: "Now, Tim, what did vou steal that fruit cake for? All of us share our good things with you. but I sunnose vou had rather steal them. Ah, old fellow, you are bound for the evil one 1 Say, what are you going to do. sir. when vou tret down in his regions?" I dunno, Mars Ed," answered Tim. 'douten I jes' keen on waitin on da students. " Exchange. Cnrlona Chicken. The Galesbnrg Evenins Mail tells this without a smile: A man not far from Deer Creek has been trvinc tha ex periment of mixing a little sawdust with the usual meal. He was so pleased wit a tne experiment tbat be determined to give up the feeding of hia bens corn- nieal and feed them sawdust instead. Shortly after he set a hen with 15 egga Last week she came off with 13 nrinn looking chicka Twelve of them hud wooden legs, and the other wis a wood pecker.