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LOVE ISNOT ALL.
T HOSE days when we were
waiting Craig's return we
spent in the woods or on the
mountain sides or down in
the canyon beside the stream that
danced down to meet the Black Rock
river, I talking and sketching and read
ing and shelistening and dreaming,
with often a happy smile upon her
face. But there were moments when
a cloud of shuddering fear would
sweep the smile away, and then I
would talk of Craig till the smile came
But the woods and the mountains
and the river were her best, her wis
est, friends during those days. How
sweet the ministry of the woods to
her! The trees were in their new sum
mer' leaves, fresh and full of life.
They swayed and rustled above us,
flinging their interlacing shadows upon
us, and their swaying and their rus
tling soothed and comforted like the
voice and touch of a mother. And the
mountains, too, in all the glory of their
varying robes of blues and purples,
stood calmly, solemnly, about us, up
lifting our souls into regions of rest.
The changing lights and shadows fLit
'ted swiftly over their rugged fronts,
but left them ever as before in their
steadfast majesty. "God's in his heaN
en." What would you have? And ever
the little river sang its cheerful cour
age, fearing not the great mountains
that threatened to bar its passage to
the sea. Mrs. Mayor heard the song,
and her courage rose.
"We, too, shall find our way," she
said, and I believed her.
But through these days I could not
make her out, and I found myself
studying her as I might a new ac
quaintance. Years had fallen from
her. She was a girl again, full of
young, warm life. She was as sweet
as before, but there was a soft shyness
over her, a half shamed, half frank
consciousness in her face, a glad light
in her eyes that made her all new to
me. Her perfect trust in Craig was
touching to see.
"He will tell me what to do," she
would say till I began to realize how
Impossible it would be for him to be
tray such trust and be anything but
true to the best.
So much did I dread Craig's home
coming that I sent for Graeme and old
man Nelson, who was more and more
Graeme's trusted counselor and friend.
They were both highly excited by the
story I had to tell, for I thought it best
to tell them all, but I was not a little
surprised and disgusted that they did
not see the matter in my light. In vain
I protested against the madness of al
lowing anything to send these two from
each other. Graeme summed up the
discussion in his own emphatic way,
but with an earnestness In his words
not usual with him.
"Craig will know better than any of
us what is right to do, and he will do
that, and no man can turn him from it,
and," he added, "I should be sorry to
Then my wrath rose, and I cried:
"It's a tremendous shame! They love
each other. You are talking senti
mental humbug and nonsense."
"He must do the right," said Nelson
In his deep, quiet voice.
"Right! Nonsense! By what right
does he send from him the woman he
"'He pleased not himself,'" quoted
"Nelson is right," said. Graeme. "I
should not like to see him weaken."
"Look here," I stormed. "I didn't
bring you men to back him up in his
nonsense. I thought you could keep
your heads level."
"Now, Connor," said Graeme, "don't
rage. Leave that for the heathen. it's
bad form and useless besides. Craig
will walk his way where his light falls,
and, by all that's holy, I should hate
to see him fail, for if he weakens like
the rest of us my North star will have
dropped from my sky."
"Nice selfish spirit," I muttered.
"Entirely so. I'm not a saint, but I
feel like steering by one when I see
When, after a week had gone, Craig
rode up one early morning to his shack
door, his face told me that he had
fought his fight and had not been beat
en. He had ridden all night and was
ready to drop with weariness.
"Connor, old boy," he said, putting
out his band, "I'm rather played. There
was a bad row at the Landing. I have
just closed poor Colley's eyes. It was
awfuL. I must get sleep. Look after
Dandy, will you, like a good chap."
"Oh, Dandy be hanged!" I saId, for
I knew It was not the fight nor the
watching nor tI. a long ride that had
shaken his Iron nerve and given him
that face. "Go in and lie down. I'll
bring you something."
"Wake mue in the afternoon," he said.
"She is waiting. Perhaps you will go
to her." His lips quivered. "My nerve
is rather gone." Then, with a very
wan smile, he added, "I am giving you
a lot of trouble."
"You go to thunder!" I burst out, for
my throat was hot and sore with grief
"I think I'd rather go to sleep," he re
plied, still smiling.
I could not speak and was glad of the
chance of being alone with Dandy.
When I came in, I found him sitting
with his head in his arms upon the ta
ble fast asleep. I made him tea, forced
him to take a warm bath and sent him
to bed, while I went to Mrs. Mayor. I
went with a fearful heart, but that was
because I had forgotten the kind of
woman she w~vas.
She was standing in the light of the
window waiting for me. Her face was
pale, but steady; there was a proud
light in her fathomless eyes, a slight
smile parted her lips, and she carried
her head like a queen.
"Come in," she said. "You need not
fear to tell mue. I saw him ride home.
He has not failed, thank God! I am
proud of him. I knew he would be
true. He loves me"-she drew in her
breath sharply, and a faint color tinged
her cheek-"but he knows love is not
all-ah, love is not all! Oh, I am glad
"Glad:" I gasped, amazed.
"You would not have him prove'
faithless!" she- said, with proud de
"Oh, it is hIgh sentimental non
sense:" I could not help saying.
"Yo.shqu.not satyss'.she renlied.
: er voice rang clear. "Honor,
faith and duty are sentiments, but
the are not nonsense."
In spite of my rage I was lost in
amazed admiration of the high spirit
of the woman who stood up so straight
before me, but as I told how worn
and broken he was she listened with
changing color and swelling bosom,
h1_r proud courage all gone and only
love. aniIous and pitying, in her eyes.
"Shall I go to him?" she asked, with
timid eagerness and deepening color.
"le is sleeping. He said he would
coue to you," I replied.
"I shall wait for him," she sa!d soft
ly, and the tenderness in her tone went
straight to my heart, and it seemed to
me a man might suffer much to be
loved with love such as this.
In the early afternoon Graeme came
to her. She met him with both hands
outstretched, saying in a low voice:
"I am very happy."
"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh, yes," she said, but her voice
was like a sob, "quite, quite sure!"
They talked long together till I saw
that Craig must soon be coming, and I
called Graeme away. He held her
hands, looking steadily into her eyes,
"You are better even than I thought.
I'm going to be a better man."
Her eyes filled with tears, but her
smile did not fade as she answered: -
"Yes, you will be a good man, and
God will give you work to do."
He bent his head over her bands and
stepped back from her as from a
queen, but he spoke no word till we
came to Craig's door. Then he said.
with humility that seemed strange in
"Connor, that is great-to conquer
oneself. It is worth while. I am go
ing to try."
I would not have missed his meeting
with Craig. Nelson was busy with tea.
Craig was writing near the window.
He looked up as Graeme came in and
nodded an easy good evening, but
Graeme strode to him and, putting one
hand on his shoulder, held out his oth
er for Craig to take.
After a-moment's surprise Craig rose
to his feet and, facijug him squarely,
took the offered hand in both of his
and held it fast without a word.
Graeme was the first to speak, and his
voice was deep with emotion.
"You are a great man, a good man.
I'd give something to have your grit."
Poor Craig stood looking at him, not
daring to speak for some moments.
Then he said quietly:
"Not good or great, but, thank God,
not quite a traitor."
"Good man!" went on Graeme, pat
ting him on the shoulder. "Good man!
But it's tough."
Craig sat down quickly, saying.
"Don't do that, old chap!"
I went up with Craig to Mrs. Ma
vor's door. She did not hear us com
ing, but stood near the window gazing
up at the mountains. She was dressed
in some rich soft stuff and wore at her
breast a bunch of wild flowers. I had
never seen her so beautiful. I did not
wonder that Craig paused with his
foot upon the threshold to look at her.
She turned and saw us. With a glad
cry, "Oh, my darling, you have come
to me!" she came with ougtretched
arms. I turned and fled, bt the cry
and the vision were long v~ith me.
It was decided that night that Mrs.
Mayor should go the next week. A
miner and his wife were going east,
and I, -too, would join the party.
The camp went into mourging at the
news, but It was understooll that any
display cf grief before Mrs. Mayor
was bad form. She was not to be an
But when I suggested that she should
leave quietly and avoid the pain of say.
ing goodby she flatly refused.
"I must say goodby to every man.
They love me, and I love them."
It was decided, too, at first, that
there should be nothing in the way of a
testimonial, but when Craig found out
that the men were coming to her with
all sorts of extraordinary gifts he
agreed that it would be better that they
should unite in one gift. So it was
agreed that I should buy a ring for
her. And were it not that the contribu
tions were strictly limited to $1 the
purse that Slavin handed hcr when
Shaw read the address at the farewell
supper would have been many times
filled with the gold that was pressed
upon the committee. There were no
speeches at the supper except one by
myself in reply on Mrs. Mavor's behalf.
She had given me the words to say,
and I was thoroughly prepared, else I
should not have got through. I began
in the usual way:
"Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentle
men, Mrs. Mayor is"
But I got no further, for at the men
tion of her name the men stood on the
chairs and yelled until they could yell
no more. There were over 250 of them,
and the effect was overpowering. But
I got through my speech. I remember
It well. It began:
"Mrs. Mayor is greatly touched by
this mark of your love, and she will
wear your ring always with pride."
And it ended with:
"She has one request to make-that
you will be true to the league and that
you stand close about the man who did
most to make it. She wishes me to say
that, however far away she may have
to go, she Is leaving her heart in Black
Rock and she can think of no greater
joy than to come back to you again."
Then they had "The Sweet By and
By," but the men would not join in the
refrain, ujiwilling to lose a note of the
glorious voice they loved to hear. Be
fore the last verse she beckoned to me.
I went to her standing by Craig's side
as he played for her.
"Ask them to sing," she entreated. "I
cannot hear it."
"Mrs. Mayor wishes you to sing in
the refrain," I said, and at once the
men sat up and cleared their throats.
The singing was not good, but at the
first sound of the hoarse notes of the
men Craig's head went down over the
organ, for he was thinking, I suppose,
of the days before them when they
would long in vain for that thrilling
voice that soared high over their own
hoarse tones. And after the voices
died away he kept on playing till, half
turning toward him, she sang alone
once more the refrain in a voice low
and sweet and tender, as if for him
alone, and so he took It, for he smiled
up at her his old smile, full of courage
and full of love.
Then fr onaewhnie hnnr ghesftnod
saying goodby to those rough, gentle
hearted men whose inspiration to good
ness she had been for five years. It
was very wonderful and very quiet. It
was understood that there was to be no
nonsense, and Abe had been heard to
declare that he would "throw out any
cotton backed fool" who couldn't hold
himself down, and, further, he had en
joined them to remember that her arm
wasn't a pump handle.
At last they were all gone, all but
her guard of honor-Shaw, Vernon
Winton, Geordie, Nixon, Abe, Nelson,
Craig and myself.
This was the real farewell, for,
though in the early light of the next
morning 200 men stood silent about the
stage and as it moved out waved their
hats and yelled madly, this was the
last touch they had of her hand. Her
place was up on the driver's seat be
tween Abe and Mr. Craig, who held
little Marjorie on his knee. The rest
of the guard of honor were to follow
with Graeme's team. It was Winton's
fine sense that kept Graeme from fol
lowing them close. "Let her go out
alone," he said, and so we held back
and watched her go.
She stood with her back toward Abe's
plunging four horse team and. steady
Ing herself with one hand on Abe's
shoulder, gazed down upon us. Her
head was bare, her lips parted In a
smile, her eyes glowing with their own
deep light, and so, facing us, erect and
smiling, she drove away, waving us
farewell till Abe swung his team into
the canyon road and we saw her no
more. A sigh shuddered through the
crowd, and, with a sob in his voice,
Winton said, "God help us all!"
I close my eyes and see it all again
the waving crowd of dark faced men,
the plunging horses, and, high up be
side the driver, the swaying, smiling,
waving figure, and about all the moun
tains, framing the picture with their
dark sides and white peaks tipped with
the gold of the rising sun. It Is a pic
ture I love to look upon, albeit It calls
up another that I can never see but
through tears. *
I look across a strip of ever widening
water at a group of men upon the
wharf, standing with heads uncovered,
every man a hero, though not a man
of them suspects It, least of all the
man who stands in front, strong, reso
lute, self conquered, and, gazing long,
I think I see him turn again to his
place among the men of the mountains,
not forgetting, but every day remem
bering, the great love that came to him
and remembering, too, that love is not
all. It Is then the tears come.
But for that picture two of us at least
are better men today.
now NELSON CAME HOME.
the mountains and the pines
were with me, and through
the winter, too, busy as I was
filling in my Black Rock sketches for
the railway people who would still
persist In ordering them by the dozen,
the memory of that stirring life would
come over me, and once more I would
be among the silent pines and the
mighty snow peaked mountains, and
before me would appear the red shirt
ed shanty men or dark faced miners,
great, free, bold fellows, driving me al
most mad with the desire to seize and
fix those swiftly changing groups of
picturesque figures. At such times I
would drop my sketch and with eager
brush seize a group, a face, a figure,
and that Is how my studio comes to be
filled with the men of Black Rock.
There they are about me-Graeme and
the men from the woods, Sandy, Bap
tiste, the Campbells and, In many atti
tudes and -groups, old man Nelson;
Craig, too, and his miners, Shaw, Geor
die, Nixon, poor old Billy and the keep
er of the league saloon.
It seemed as if I lived among them,
and the illusion was greatly helped by
the vivid letters Graeme sent me from
time to time. Brief notes came now
and then from Craig, too, to whom I
had sent a faithful account of how I
had brought Mrs. Mayor to her ship
and of how I had watched her sail
away with none too brave a face as
she held g)her hand that bore the
miners' ring and smiled with that deep
light in her eyes. Ah, those eyes have
driven me to despair and made me
fear that I am no great painter after
all, In spite of what my friends tell
me who come in to smoke my good
cigars and praise my brush! I can get
the brow and hair and mouth and
pose, but the eyes--the eyes* elude me.
And the faces of Mrs. Mayor on my
wall, that the men praise and rave
over, are not such as I could show to
any of the men from the mountains.
Greme's letters tell me chiefly about
Craig and his doings and about old
man Nelson, while frsom Craig I hear
about Graeme and how he and Nelson
are standing at his back and doing
what they can to fill the gap that nev
er can be filled. The three are much
together, I can see, and I am glad for
them all, but chiefly for Craig, whose
face, grief stricken, but resolute and
often gentle as a woman's, will noe
leave me or let me rest in peace.
The note of thanks he sent me was
entirely characteristic. There were no
heroics, much less pining or self pity.
It was simple and manly, not ignoring
the pain, but making much of the joy.
And then they had their work to do.
That note, so clear, so manly, so nobly
sensible, stiffens my back yet at times.
In the spring came the startling news
that Black Rock would soon be no
more. The mines were to close down
on April 1. The company, haing al
lured the confiding public with entic
ing descriptions of marvelous drifts,
veins, assays and prospects and having
expended vast sums of the public's
money in developing the mines till the
assurance of their reliability was ab
solutely final, calmly shut down and
vanished. With their vanishing van
ishes Black Rock, not without loss and
much deep cursing on the part of the
men brought some hundreds of miles
to aid the company in its extraordina
ry and wholly inexvplicable game.
Personally it grieved me to think
that my plan of returning to Black
Rock could never be carried out. It
was a great compensation, however,
that the three men most representative
to me of that life were soon to visit
me actually in my own home and den.
Grneme's letter said that in one month
they might be expected to appear. At
least he and Nelson were soon to come,
and Craig would soon follow.
On receiving the great news I at once
looked up young Nelson and his sister,
and we proceeded to celebrate the joy
ful prospect with a specially good din
nr. I found the greatest delight in
picturing thc joy and pride of the old
man in his children, whom he had not
seen for fifteen or sixteen years. The
mother had died some five years be
fore. Then the farm was sold, and the
brothr and sister came into the city,
and any father aight be proud of them.
The son was a weil made young fellow,
handsome enough, thoughtful and solid
looking. The girl reminded me of her
father. The same resolution was seen~
In mouth and jaw, and the same pas
zion slumbered In the dark gray eves.
She was not beautiful, but she carried
herself well, and one would always
look at her twice. It would be worth
soinething to see the meeting between
father and daughter.
But fate, the greatest artist of us all,
takes little count of the careful draw
ing and the bright coloring of our fan
cy's pictures, but with rude hand de
ranges all and with one swift sweep
paints out the bright and paints in the
dark. and this trick he served me when
one June night, after long and anxious
waiting for some word from the west,
my door suddenly opened and Graeme
walked in upon me like a specter, gray
and voiceless. My shout of welcome
was choked back by the look in his
face. and I could only gaze at him and
wait for his word. le gripped my
hand, tried to speak, but failed to make
"Sit down, old man," I said, pushing
him into my chair. "and take your
le obeyed, looking up at me with
burning, sleepless eyes. My heart was
sore for his misery, and I said: "Don't
mind, old chap. It can't be so awfully
bad. You're here safe and sound at
any rate." And so I went on to give
him time, but he shuddered and looked
round and groaned.
"Now, look here, Graeme, let's have
it. When did you land here? Where
Is Nelson? Why didn't you bring him
"He Is at the station in. his coffin,"
he answered slowly.
"In his cotfin?" I echoed, my beauti
ful pictures all vanishing. "How was
"Through my cursed folly," he groan
"What happened?" I asked.
But, ignoring my question, he said:
"I must see his children. I have not
slept for four nights. I hardly know
what I am doing, but I can't rest till
I see his children. I promised him.
Get them for me."
"Tomorrow will do. Go to sleep now,
and we shall arrange everything to
morrow," I urged.
"No," he said fiercely; "tonight, now!"
In half an hour they were listening,
pale and grief stricken, to the story of
their father's death.
Poor Graeme was relentless In his
self condemnation as he told how,
through his "cursed folly," old Nelson
was killed. The three-Craig Graeme
and Nelson-had come as far as Victo
ria together. There they left Craig
and came on to San Francisco. In an
evil hour Graeme met a companion of
other and evil days, and It was not
long till the old fever came upon him.
In vain Nelson warned and pleaded.
The readtion from the monotony and
poverty of camp life to the excitement
and luxury of the San Francisco gam
ing palaces swung Graeme quite off
his feet, and all that Nelson could do
was to follow from place to place and
"And there he would sit," said
Graeme In a hard, bitter voice, "wait
ing and watching often till the gray
morning light, while my madness held
me fast to the table. One night"
here he paused a moment, put his face
in his hands and shuddered, but quick
ly he was master of himself again and
went on in the same hard voice-"one
night my partner and I were playing
two men who had done us up before.
I knew they were cheating, but could
not detect them. Game after game
they won till I was furious at my
stupidity in not being able to catch
them. Happening to glance at Nelson
in the corner, I caught a meaning
look, and, looking again, he threw me
a signal. I knew at once what the
fraud was and next game charged the
fellow with It. He gave me the lie.
I struck his mouth, but before I could
draw my gun his partner had me by
the arms. What followed I hardly
know. While I was struggling to get
free I saw him reach for his weapon,
but as he drew it Nelson sprang across
the table and bore him down. When
the row was over, three men lay on
the floor. One was Nelson. He took
the shot meant for me."
Again the story paused.
"And the man that shot him?"
I started at the intense fierceness in
the voice and, looking upon the girl,
saw her eyes blazing with a terrible
"He is dead," answered Graeme in
"You kilied him?" she asked eagerly.
Graemne looked at her curiously and
"I did not mean to. He came at me.
I struck him harder than I knew. He
She drew a sigh of satisfaction and
"I got him to a private ward, had
the best doctor in the city and sent for
Craig to Victoria. For three days we
thought he would live-he was keen to
get home-but by the time Craig came
we had given up hope. Oh, but I was
thankful to see Craig come in, and the
joy in the old man's eyes was beautiful
to see! There was no pain at last and
no fear. Hie would not allow me to re
proach myself, saying over and over,
'You would have done the same for
me,' as I would, fast enough, 'and it is
better me than you. I am old and done.
You will do much good yet for the
boys.' And he kept looking at me till
could only promise to do my best
"But I am glad I told him-how much
good he had done me during the last
year. for he seemed to think that too
good to be true, and when Craig told
him how he had helped the boys in
the camp and how Sandy and Baptiste
id the Campbells would always be
better men for his life among them
the old man's face actually shond as if
light were coming through, and with
surprise and joy he kept on saying:
'Do you think so? Do you think so?
Perhaps so, perhaps so.' At the last he
talked of Christmas night at the camp.
You were there, you rcmember. Craig
bad been holding a service, and some
thing happened, I don't know what,
but they both knew."
"I know," I said. and I saw again the
picture of the old man under the pine,
upon his knees In the snow. with his
face turned up to the stars.
"Whatevcr it was, it wvas in his mind
at the very last, and I can never forget
his face as he turned it to Craig. One
ears of such things. I had often, but
had never put much faith in them. But
joy. rapture, triumph-these are what
were in his face as he said, his breath
'You said--he wouldn't-fail me-you
tver'eright-not once-not once-he stuck
to me-I'm glad he told me-thank
God-for you-you showed-me-I'li
see him-and-te'l him'- And Craig,
kneeling beside him so steady-I was
ehavig like a fool-smiled down
trough his streaming tears into the
lim eyes so brightly till they could see
ao more. Thank him for that! He help
yd the old man through, and he helped
ne, too, that night, thank Cod!"
And Graeme's 'voice, hard till now,
roke in a sob.
He had forgotten us and was back
beside his passing friend, and all his
self control couldl not keep back the
"It -a hs lnfe fror mine," he said
The brother and sister were quietly
weeping, but spoke no word, though I
knew Graeme was waiting for them.
I took up the word and told of what
I had known of Nelson and his influ
ence upon the men of Black Rock.
They listened eagerly enough, but still
without speaking. There seemed noth
ing to say till I suggested to Graeme
that he must get some rest. Then the
girl turned to him and, impulsively put
ting out her hand, said:
"Oh, it is all so sad, but how can we
ever thank you?"
"Thank me?" gasped Graeme. "Can
you forgive me? I brought him to his
"No, no! You must not say so!" she
answered hurriedly. "You would have
done the same for him."
"God knows I would," said Graeme
earnestly, "and God bless you for your
And I was thankful to see the tears
start in his dry, burning eyes.
We carried him to the old home in
the country, that he might lie by the'
side of the wife he had loved 'and
wronged. A few friends met us at the
wayside station and followed in sad
procession along the country road that
wound past farms and through woods
and at last up to the ascent where the
quaint old wooden church, black with
the rains and snows of many years,
stood among its silent graves. The lit
tle graveyard sloped gently toward the
setting sun, and from it one could see,
far on eve-y side, the fields of grain
and meadowland that wandered off
over softly undulating hills to meet the
maple woods at the horizon, dark,
green and cool. Here and there white
farmhouses, with great barns standing
near, looked out from clustering or
Up the grass grown walk and
through the crowding mounds, over
which waves uncut the long, tangling
grass, we bear our friend and let him
gently down into the kindly bosom of
Mother Earth, dark, moist and warm.
The sound of a distant cowbell mingles
with the voice'of the last prayer; the
clods drop heavily with heart startling
echo; the mound is heaped and shaped
by kindly friends, sharing with one
another the task; the lonj, rough sods
are laid over and patted thto place; the
old minister takes farewell in a few
words of gentle sympathy; the brother
and sister, with lingering looks at the
two graves side by side, the old and
the new, step into the farmer's car
riage and drive away; the sexton locks
the gate and goes home, and we are
left outside alone.
Then we went back and stood by
After a long silence Graeme spoke.
"Connor, he did not grudge his life to
me, and I think," and here the words
came slowly, "I understand now what
that means, 'Who loved me and gave
himself for me.'"
Then, taking off his hat, he said rev
"By God's help, Nelson's life shall
not end, but shall go on. Yes, old
man," looking down upon the grave,
"I'm with you," and, lifting up his face
to the calm sky. "God help me to be
Then he turned and walked briskly
away, as one might who had pressing
business or as soldiers march from a
comrade's grave to a merry, tune, not
that they have forgotten, but they
have still to fight
And this was the way old man Nel
son came home.
[rO BE CoNTn!VD.J
By G. B. BURGIN
I T is all over; finished; ,done
with; exhausted! So am I!
So is Miranda! But little
Noel Hartley is as fresh as a
rose and wonders why the Rev. Arthur
Greatorex thinks so much of her. The
Rev. Arthur also wonders - many
In crises like these Miranda and I
have sometimes hinted desperately to
one another of an eternal Separation,
with a capital S. We have drawn
pathetic pictures of how we would di
vide everything between us, and she
should go and live with her mother,
while I strode into. life's highway,
manfully putting the past behind me
in order to become great, and, instead
of goIng to theaters, spend my even
ings sitting by t!l'e fire, waiting her
footstep on the stair. Miranda would
always get quite worked up by this pa
thetic picture until she remembered
that it was useless taking half the
things, because her mother had no In
tention of turning the house into a
storage company for the furniture of
others. So the trouble generally blew
over. But this time it went as far as
my making out a list of the things In
my "den" before we were reconciled.
Miranda saw then that she was on the
brink of an awful precipice, and it
made her shiver. So it did me, be
cause there's a beautiful bronze Brit
ish lion ' (from Japan) in my "den"
which she has set her heart upon hav
ing, and I know we should have squab
bled over that. When she says, "Dicky,
you're such a dear!" pats my brow and
with the other hand takes the very
thing I don't want her to have, the
pathos of the situation degenerates in
to farce, and-and-oh, you know what
young wives are like! The next time
I marry I shall choose a solid, estima
ble lady of mature age, with a false
front and without what little Noel
calls "parlor tricks."
As soon as Miranda told the Rev.
Arthur Greatorex about her projected
pingpong tournament he smiled in a
pleased way and said that he himself
would be the first to take a two shil
ling tick-et. Ie also threw out dark
hints that Miss Jarvis would like to be
asked. They're not really engaged, be
cause the Rev. Arthur hasn't enough
money to marry, but he calls Miss Jar
vis "dear sister" and looks at her, If he
thinks he is unobserved, in the same
way that Sir Lancelot did at Guinevere
when King Arthur was out. Of course
Miranda knew all about this "ge-hilty
passion," as she calls it, and that was
why she told Miss Jarvis that the Rev.
Arthur was going to play and then in
formed him that Miss Jarvis would
also be there. So she had them "in the
net," as It were, and the members of
the blanket club almost cried when
told they were too old to play. To
please them, Miranda made a special
rule thait if they liked to take tickets
they could get some one else to play
for them, and, as the old men were
fond of excitement, they pawned their
rea ining blankets and bought twelve
ticets for the tournament. "It do my
Turned Out To Be A Scoundrel.
"What have you ever done
ibout that mining stock you once
"I got cheated out of it."
"How? I thought it was
worthless and jumped at a
3hance to urload it on a green
Iorn. It turned out to be im
mensely valuable, and-the scoun
Irel who bought it fromi me
knew it all the time. "-Wash
ington Evening Star.
A Missouri editor apologizes
to his readers for the lack of
aews as follows, which shows
the trials to which a country
editor is often subject: "We ex
pected to have a marriage and a
leath notice this week, but a
violent storm prevented the
wedding, and the doctor being
ick himself, the patient recov
ared, and we are accordingly
-heated out of both items."
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