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A TAKER OF
CRUMBS
By Channing Pollock
Copyright. 1904, by Channiftg Pollock
"The red sun slipped over the edge
of the earth and left her sitting there.
She was very lonely. After a moment
she walked to the window and began
reading her letter for the fiftieth time.
'Dear Lady o' Mine' was its first line—
'Dear Lady o' Mine.' "
Anne Stacey's laggard fingers drop
ped from the typewriter keys into her
lap, and site whispered the last words
of the paragraph to herself almost lov
ingly. The story was too nearly fin
ished to be written all over again, and
yet that was the very phrase which
opened the note lying at her side.
To epitomize the romance of lier own
life was one thing, she thought; to use
Its language was another. For an in
stant she was disgusted at the recollec
tion that she had intended to offer any
part of the little history for sale, and
she was about to tear the page from
the machine. Then came the reaction.
She remembered how many empty
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SHE LOCKED THE TiETTEK, ENVELOPE AND
ALL, IN HEit KUBEAU.
hours she had spent in an attempt to
force something purely Imaginary from
her brain. She knew the story she had
lived and written was an interesting
story and that she could dispose of it.
After awhile the tired fingers returned
listlessly to the keys, and the sentence
in her mind staggered across the wbfte
sheet before her.
The end of the procession had been
reached when the dinner bell rang.
Anue Stacey laid the completed manu
script on her desk and added the note
to a small bundle locked in her bureau
drawer. Then she stood before the mir
ror and patted her soft brown liair in
several places. The face that stared
back at lier was a plain face—sweet
and honest, but far from beautiful.
The mouth was too large, the nose too
small, the eyes sufficiently far apart
to denote intellectuality, but not near
ly close enough for that prettiness
which is worth so much more to a wo
man. Anno had been told these things
almost from the time that her eldest
brother had been able to talk, but she
sighed as she crossed her tiny room and
walked into the hallway. A mingled
odor of cabbage and burned beef as
cended the stairs with the noise of
many voices. Then the bell rang again,
and Anne went to dinner.
She lmd expected to make corrections
in lier story afterward and to post it
when she went out for her usual car
ride. Instead, she unlocked the drawer,
took out the packet of letters and be
gan reading them. An observant by
stander would have noticed that none
of them was inclosed in an envelope.
There was every reason why all should
have been hidden from the prying gaze
in that manner, for tl-ey were love let
ters. Anne had burned the envelopes
three years before, doing her best to
avoid seeing wliat was written on each.
Not one of the lot had been addressed
to her. Not one of the lot had been
meant for lier. They were the love let
ters of another woman.
"What's the harm?" Anne had asked
herself when she had adopted them.
The other woman had been married the
day of the adoption and not.to the au
thor of the letters. She was a bright
little creature, fluffy from the hems of
her various skirts to the topmost curl
of her fair hair, and she had kept as
many men wrapped around lier small
est finger as there were rings around
the other seven. An author of love let
ters more or less had not meant very
much to her. So, when she finally de
cided upon Fred, the epistles of .Toe and
Will had found a mutual resting place
at the bottom of an extremely dainty
Japanese wastebasket which occupied
at least a twentieth of the floor space
in the room the girls had tenanted to
tle
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tle creature had piled numberless dance
programmes, fans with names scrawl
ed across them and a couple of period
icals containing verse from the pen of
the irrepressible Will.
Of the three men Will had been most
in earnest. The afternoon of the mar
riage he hnd gone west to work for a
Cliicago newspaper and to f dr get. The
latter part of this purpose was set
fortli beautifully in one of the letters in
the packet.
Anne Stacey, who ( had written "on
space" for a living since girlhood and
who had never had a sweetheart, had
rescued the bundle from the Japanese
wastebasket. Site recalled Will as a
fine, broad'shouldered young fellow
who up to the time that he had ceased
visiting her chum, a few months be
fore, had paid no attention whatever to
the large mouthed, small nosed, intel
lectual girl who always made a point of
having an engagement somewhere with
in ten minutes of the hour of his ar
rival. Anne lmd never been noticed,
and she didn't expect it. She prompt
ly forgot being snubbed and remem
bered only that once Will had pressed
lier hand quite tightly while he said,
"Little woman, I think you understand
what tills means to me."
Recollecting this, Anne had adopted
the letters. At first she had enjoyed
them only as love letters—letters which
were real and which said just what
she had been making her people say
for ever so long. Then, as the deser
tion of the bright little creature came
to be realized as an endless desertion
and as she made no new friends, those
ardent notes had commenced to seem
lier very own. Their author was her
lover. She read them over and over
and over, making them more personal
with each reading. For three years
she fed her hungry soul with them,
and then, being temporarily destitute
of ideas for stories, it had occurred to
her that they were the clew to one
ready-made—a story of which she was
the heroine.
"A Taker of Crumbs" was duly fin
ished that very night and dispatched to
the mail box in charge of the young
woman in the room adjoining, who was
going out to buy ice cream. Anne
thought about it a great deal in the
days that followed. A dozen times she
would have given the world to have
had it back, if only long enough to
have substituted fanciful terms for the
ones she had taken from the letters.
"Deal* Lady o' Mine!" Twice at night
she dreamed that Will had come out
of the west to rebuke her for stealing
his love words and to take the packet
out of her keeping. At the end of a
month she got a check from the maga
zine to which the manuscript had been
sent, and after that she merely waited
for the appearance of the story in
type. When it did appear, illustrated
with a picture of a very tall girl hold
ing two extremely long arms toward an
astonishingly low door in the middi
distance, she was surprised that no one
seemed to tithe the least notice of the
tale.
Anne went back to her work and
wrote other stories. By grace of these
and a-kindly providence she was able
to pay $7 to her landlady regularly on
Saturday evening and to take three
car rides a week. Every Wednesday
morning she walked uptown and drew
a little money from a newspaper for
which site wrote a column called "Hints
for Home Makers." She dined at 0.
revised manuscripts until 10 and cried
awhile over the bundle of letters before
going to bed. Now and then she stood
at the window, looking out upon the
hurrying throng and remembering that
not one person in all that throng eared
whether she lived or died.
Three weeks after the publication of
"A Taker of Crumbs" she found lying
on the table in the lower Hall an en
velope Without the name of a newspa
per on it. The postmark was New
York. Sift* climbed the steps leading
to lier room and sat down ou her
couch to read the letter. "Dear Lady
o' Mine"—yes, it was addressed to her.
"Who would have believed that there
was so loving a little woman in the
world? May I call tonigfct? That's
rather soon, I admit, but—well, 1 am
very lonely too. Will."
Anne Stacey got up and dropped
the packet of letters In the Japanese
wastebasket. She locked the one let
ter just received, envelope and all. In
her bureau drawer in a place left for
it _
Supreme Test.
She was a Wisconsin girl of more
than the usual share of this world's
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goods who became engaged to the man
from Maine, a civil engineer, whose
business was in tlie far west. Com
pelled to separate soon after the en
gagement, 2,000 miles soon divided the
two lovers. Business duties called the
man away, but frequent letters helped
to shorten the months of separation.
Turning her attention to cooking, this
girl of almost unlimited wealth soon
proved her devotion to lier absent lover
by mastering the difficulties of cook
ing in anticipation of that happy time
when she should have a home of her
own. Triumphantly she wrote her
lover, "I can make lemon pie, custard
pie and Washington pie all myself!"
Then did this man from Maine and the
land of orchards assert life loyalty to
his home state most vigorously and
back over the wires, 2.000 miles away,
came this telegram, brief, but emphatic,
lit- "Try apple!"-Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
THE DEATH" DlGE.
A Strange Story That Conies From
tlie Seventeenth Century.
A notable exhibit in the Berlin Ho
henzollem museum consists of the fa
mous "death dice." About the middle
of the seventeenth century a beautiful
young girl was murdered, and sus
picion fell on two soldiers, Italph and
Alfred, who were rival-suitors for her
hand. As both prisoners denied their
guilt and even torture failed to extract
a confession from either Prince Fred
erick William, the kaiser's ancestor, de
cided to cut the Gorelion knot with the
dice box. The two soldiers should
throw for their lives, the loser to be
executed as the murderer. The event
was celebrated with great pomp and
solemnity, and the prince liimseif as
sisted at this appeal to divine interven
tion, as it was considered by every
body, including tire accused themselves.
Ralph was given the first throw, and
he drew sixes, the highest possible
number, and no doubt felt jubilant.
The dice box was then given to Alfred,
who fell on ids knees and prayed aloud :
"Almighty God, thou kuowest I mil
Innocent. Protect me, I beseech tlieel"
Rising to his feet, he threw the dice
with such force that one of them
broke in two. The unbroken one show
ed six, the broken one also showed six
ou the larger portion, and the bit that
had been split off showed one, giving
a total of thirteen, or one more than
the throw of Ralph. The whole audi
ence thrilled with astonishment, while
the prince exclaimed, "God lias spo
ken!" Ralph, regarding the miracle as a
sign from heaven, confessed his guilt
and was sentenced to death. It is prob
able that Alfred ever after did not
number himself among those who look
upon thirteen as an unlucky number.—
London Tatler.
Jant Ont of Them.
A lawyer who is fond of a joke went
to supper after the theater with a par
ty of friends, and he ordered coffee:
"Please bring it in a cup with the
handle on tire left side," lie said confi
dentially to the waiter. "Pm left hand
ed, and I can't use any other kind of a
cup."
"Yes, sir," stammered the waiter. "I *
will, sir."
He was seen to hasten a*vay and con
fer With the head waiter. The head
waiter bore down on the party.
'Wliat sort of a cup was that you
wanted, sir?" he asked.
"Cup with the handle on the left side.
Pm left handed," said the lawyer.
The head waiter disappeared to re
turn a little later obviously perturbed.
"The cup you"— he began.
"What?" said tlie lawyer. "Do you
mean to tell me that in a first class
cafe you haven't such a tiling as a cup
with tlie handle on the left side? Ab
surd! Why, I couldn't possibly use
any other kind. You must have plenty
of them."
"Well," said the head waiter, "we
usually has, but 1 regrets to say, sir,
that the last we had was broke this
morning."—Washington Post.
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Anlnmln That Shell Tear*.
Humboldt states that lie had a mon
key that shed tears when it was seized
with fear. RenggCr noticed that tlie
eyes of a small South Ajierk";.n monkey
filled with tears when it waif prevented
from getting some coveted object or
was much frightened. Darwin cites a
third case of a monkey from Borneo
which in tlie zoological gardens was
frequently observed to cry when griev
ed or even when much pitied. Sir 1-1.
Tennant, describing tlie capture of dé
pliants in Ceylon, says that when
bound some of thorn lay motionless
with no other indication of suffering
than tlie tears which incessantly flow
ed from their eyes. The keeper of tlie
Indian dépliants in Regent's park has
several times observed tears rolling
down tlie face of tlie old female ele
phant when lier young one was taken
awav from lier.
Lincoln'« Opinion of Marriage.
Abraham Lincoln once remarked that
every man about to marry should
stand over a doctor with a club and
make him toll the truth in reference j
to the chosen partner for life if there j
was no other way of getting it out of ;
him. Also that tlie parents who would ;
allow a girl to marry a man without j
knowing, as nearly as could be known, j
his physical as well as ids moral con- ;
ditiou deserved to be scalped.
"The whole marrying business is
wrong," said Mr. Lincoln. "Fashions- :
ble girls have too often foolish moth
ers, who care for nothing but to sell
tlieir flesh and blood to the highest
hidrior " _
Dear Mrs. Malnprop.
There is generally somçbody— a lady
as a rule— in each district on u^iotn
its finest Malaprops are fathered, some
times quite unfairly. It Is she who is
reported to have made that speech
about the glories of her father's house,
up to the door of which there ran a
"revenue of popular trees;" she who
asked her daughter to play that little
"malady" she had learned at tlie "cem
etery" and she again who pronounced
Mr. Brown as "proud as Luther,"
while the tuft hunting Mr. Smith was
in
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tooed" at Ids club. Dear Mrs. Mala
prop what should we do without tier? !
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SHREVEPORT, LOU IS IAN A
A«? AO'OJAl Story For
Little Folks
DON'T TRY TO FOOL
EVERY ONE
"Look here," said the lion one day
to his tailor, the chimpanzee, "you are
the worst tailor I ever had. Just look
at these trousers you made me last
week 1 just wore them down today
to show you how miserably they fit, or,,
rather, how they don't fit. Why. they
are big enough around the waist to put
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another fellow in just my size. How
in tlie name of goodness did you ever
expect me to appear in tin* courtroom
witli such tilings as these?"
"Oh. your majesty." s.itd his tailor
bluntly and without rising, as he should
have done, "tlint's all right; you see.
these were made loose because I know
your majesty's great appetite, and i
felt that l should leave room for youi*
majesty's dinner."
"You're a clever knave," laughed the
lion, "i hadn't thought of that." And
off lie ambled.
"Ha. lia!'' said the chimp when ho
had gone; "that's a lie 1 told his maj
esty, but, you see. some people are
easy, and all you have to do is to foo|
them a little." And he went on stitch
ing and singing to himself the refrain,
"Under the Bamboo Troe-e-e-e."
Just then tlie lion appeared. "Look
here." lie said sharply* "you left these
trousers wide to make room for dinner,
it has occurred to me that you ought,
therefore, to furnish tlie dinner to fill
them." Saying which Ho set upon Mr.
Cliimp and ate him up. Tlie trousers
then fitted light.
It doesn't pay to fool every one,-*
Atlanta Constitution.
THE NAME AMERICA,
When It Wh« First Proposed For the
Newly Fourni Continent. .
Tlie name of America for (lie newly
discovered continent was first proposed
in (lie little volume put forth at St. Die,
in tlie Vosges, in tlie year 1507 by
Waldzeemuller. better known by the
Hellenized form of ids name, Ilyin*
comylus. Three or four editions of tins
treatise were published at St. Die be
fore 1507, and a few years afterward
an edition without date was printed at
Lyons by Jean de la Place. All these
editions are of extreme rarity, juid
probably that printed at Lyons is tlie
rarest of all, though the library of tbo
Britisli museum possesses two copies
of it. It has never been suggested that
any maps were engraved to accompa.
ny either of the editions, Hut it has al
ways been supposed that tlie earliest
map with the word "America" marked
on tlie new found world was the "Ty
pus Orbis," engraved on wood for the
"Enarrutionos Joannis < 'amortis in C.
Juli i Sol ini Polyistora," printed at Vi
enna in 1520 for Joannes SIngrenius.
tu this map tlie new world is represent
ed ns a long island, 011 which is the in
: scription: "Anno d. 1497 luiec terra cunt
adjaceutibus insults inventa est pet*
! Columbum Ianuensem ex mandato to*
' Castelle. America provincial

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