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HOUSE
HUNTING
By LAURA R. TURNLEE
MacEUigott returned from his vaca
tion, and 'when he entered his bachelor
home a single room, which -was all he
needed it seemed lonelier to him than
ever. In a country hotel with -women
and children about him he had had an
advantage. None of them belonged to
him, but neither he nor they had any
thing to do all day long, and he could
see as much of them as he liked. But
now he "was back again to the same
desolation.
"I've a mind to take a house," he
said "a small house, but a whole
house. I'll have room to ask friends
to come and stay with me. I can walk
about in the rooms."
So the nest day he went house
hunting. After visiting a number he
came upon a cozy place just about big
enough for him. But somehow his en
thusiasm for housekeeping had been
replaced by common sense. "No one
can make a home without a woman In
it," he muttered to himself. "My
friends won't come to keep me com
pany, and I wouldn't want them any
way." While he spoke be pushed the
button at the front door. A moment
before it was opened a young woman
of prepossessing appearance came up
the steps. An elderly woman appear
ed at the door, and MacEUigott "drew
back. The lady who had just appeared
said:
"I understand that this house Is to
let furnished. Can I see it?"
"Certainly."
Supposing the two had come together
to look at the house, the keeper of it
led the way into the living room, a
dainty little apartment, neatly furnish
ed, and from there through the rooms
on the first floor. On reaching the sec
ond floor she threw open the door of
the best bedroom, remarking, "Any
couple who couldn't be happy in this
room couldn't be happy at all."
MacEUigott and the lady both looked
very sober at this, for the keeper said
It; as if having mistaken them for a
married couple. MacEUigott looked at
Via celling, and the lady looked at the
floor.
"And here," continued the speaker,
opening a door communicating with a
smaller room, "is a convenient room
for a child. The crib over in that cor
ner will be left with the other furni
ture." Neither the gentleman nor the lady
showed the expected appreciation for
the child's room or the crib, but the
conductor passed on to other chambers,
expatiating on what they were for and
how convenient they were, finally pass
ing down into the living room again.
She was about to make an effort to
rent the house when there was a ring
at the doorbell, and she left them
while she answered It The lady stood
looking down to the floor. It was very
stupid of the keeper to go about talk
ing to them as if they were married
when they had not even met before.
MacEUigott thought it time to assure
the lady that if she wanted the house
he would not think of standing In her
way. After an ahem he did so.
"Taking a house is only a passing
fancy of mine," she replied. "I'm
tired of boarding and would like a
house, but I have no one to occupy it
with me, and I doubt if I should im
prove my condition by housekeeping.
True, it would give me occupation to
take care of it, but I should have to
take in a woman as a roomer for com
pany, and I dislike having persons
about in whom I have no interest. Be
sides, a woman would be no protec
tion." "I am in the same fix," replied Mac
EUigott. "I'm a bachelor, and if I
should take a house it would soon be
a sorry looking place, with no woman
to look after it Without constant
scrubbing, brushing and putting things
to rights any house will run down."
"That's very true, but you could hire
a housekeeper, :ouje elderly person,
whose presence wouldn't wouldn't ex
cite comment."
"H'm! I would prefer one whose
presence would excite comment"
At this the lady's eyes dropped again
to the floor.
"How would it do for you to take
the house and rent a room to some old
man, whose presence would not cause
comment? He would serve perhaps for
protection."
There was no reply to this, the lady
keeping her eyes on the floor, but her
features said very plainly. "I'd rather
have a man about my own age."
Meanwhile the keeper was showing
another per&on through the house, and
MacEUigott. hearing them coming
downstairs, said:
"May I make bold to ask your ad
dress? I may be able to suggest a plan
for you. I have a cousin who"
The lie "was not spoken. The keeper
was coming. The lady hurriedly gave
her address In a low tone and passed
gut MacEUigott waited till the third
w!?arty bad gone, then made a bargain
for the housa
"When would you like possession?"
asked the woman.
"I don't know."
1 take it your wife is much pleased
with the house"
"Very much pleased."
MacEUigott paid the rent on the
house for three months, then one day
called with the lady he had met there
and made arrangements for its occu
pancy. The keeper still spoke of her
as "your wife," but caused no embar
rassment, because by this time the cou
ple "were engaged.
A Case of
Mingled Faculties
By EDWARD L. FORSYTHE
I am an artist an American and
till recent years forced to make a liv
ing as best I could illustrating for
magazines. When I reached middle
life a" legacy enabled me to go abroad
with the view to try to make a paint
er of myself. I realized that I was
beginning too late in life to hope for
much success. One should learn to
handle a brush when the muscles are
young and flexible.
I studied awhile in Paris, but my
fears were realized. In my concep
tions I felt every confidence, but when
I attempted to put them on canvas I
failed. I determined to return home
by way of Italy, where I proposed to
regale myself among the works of art
I would find there. Having spent some
time in Florence and Rome, I went on
down to Naples, where I intended to
take passage for America.
I found here in the most beautiful
bay In the world a temptation to make
one more trial with my brush. While
I was at work I fell ill. My room
was with a widow in a house that
overlooked the bay. During my sick
ness I would get out of bed and. seat
ing myself in an easy chair, wrapped
in rugs, sit gazing out through an open
window upon the scene before me.
What is especially fixed in my mind
Is the varying views which seemed to
be passing before me like a panorama.
At one time the water In the bay would
be a deep, then a light green. Again
It would be a deep or a pale blue.
There were times when there were
streaks of silver in it At one time
the island of Ischia, to the northward,
was bathed in purple; then Capri, di
rectly before under the influence of
the setting sun. would be tinged with
scarlet hues.
My landlady had a son, Emilio, about
fourteen years old. in whom I was in
terested, because he showed a consid
erable inherent artistic taste. His con
ceptions were of little or no value, but
his ability to execute them was consid
erable. "Ah, my boy," I said to him. "if 1
could return to your age and devote
myself to art I could put the beauti
ful things I am capable of seeing on
canvas for the admiration of the world.
These pictures the bay affords are
commonplace to you. If they were to
you what they are to me you would
be esteemed a great painter."
While h made no reply to this, 1
noticed that it made a great impres
sion upon him. I said it before I was
taken ill, and afterward, when I was
suffering, he came in often to see me,
not to talk, but merely to be with me.
I remember especially his doing this
when I sat in my easy chair before the
window absorbing the different views
the bay afforded me.
As soon as I recovered I sailed for
America and did not revisit Italy for
eight years. On my return I found in
the National gallery in Naples several
paintings of the bay of Naples that
brought me a strange sensation. They
represented the bay under different
conditions that had impressed me dur
ing my illness. As no human face is
exactly reproduced in another, so none
of these views could be exactly du
plicated on different days. What es
pecially impressed me was that there
were five of these views, each one of
whfc,h I had seen in nature itself. I
looked for the name of the artist on
the painting, but it was not there.
Accosting one of the gallery officials,
I led him to the pictures and asked
about the artist
"Those pictures," he said, "were
painted by a mere boy. It was sup
posed that he would become one of the
famous artists of the world, but he pro
duced only these works, which were all
executed about the same time."
"Why is there no name on them?"
"Because the boy who painted them
would not consent to put his name
there."
"Why not?"
"I have understood that he had some
childish whim that he was not entitled
to any credit for their merit"
"Do you know his name?"
"Yes. It Is Emilio Murelli."
"Emilio Murelli?"
"Yes, signor. Why are you so sur
prised?" "Eight years ago I knew an Emilio
Murelli," I replied when I had collect
ed my faculties, "a boy who had con
siderable ability to execute, but not
the true artistic individuality. He was
a worker, not a dreamer. I cannot
understand how he could have produc
ed these pictures."
The official shrugged his shoulders,
as the Italians do when they are
stumped, and left me.
I tried to find Emilio, who was now
a man, and failed. More years have
passed since then, during which I have
taken a deep interest in those subtle
conditions which on rare occasions in
dicate a mingling of two different
souls. I have nut unon the incident 1
have related an Interpretation of my j
own, though I confess It Is a mere sug
gestion. I consider It possible that
while my personality was weak and
pliable through illness, there was some
thing in Emilio that enabled him to
ilraw from me my appreciation of the
beautiful scenes I saw in the bay of
Naples, and he was competent in him
self to transfer them to the canvas. I
believe the day will come when cer
tain laws upon which such intermin
gling depends will be known, just as
the electric laws guiding wireless te
legraphy are known.
From the State
of Utah
By F. A. M1TCHEL
M. De Gournay, a citizen of Paris,
was sitting in his club reading a news
paper when a young man approached
him and said:
"Monsieur, pardon me for interrupt
ing your reading, but I have a request
to make of you. I am a citizen of the
United States Utah is where I hall
from and I have made a fortune in
cattle, mines, merchandising in short
by every means except selling liquor
over the bar. I came here to see Eu
rope. At first everything seemed old
fashioned, but in time I got used to
your ways, and now I like them first
rate, even to the way you commit
matrimony."
De Gournay looked up at the speaker
as he would at a curious kind of ani
mal in a menagerie. The American
proceeded:
"When we on the other side of the
big salt lake make up our minds to do
a thing in any other way than our own
we never try to mix the two methods.
I have a proposition to make, and I'm
going to make it on the French plan.
The other night at the American em
bassy I met one of your daughters. I
have concluded to make you a prop
osition for her hand."
Whatever were De Gournay's feel
ings at this blunt announcement he did
not give way to them. He stared at
the speaker in a sort of wonder for
awhile, then said with French suavity:
"And you consider, monsieur, that
you have adopted our method of open
ing a matrimonial negotiation?"
"I will admit that there is an Amer
ican flavor to it I mean a Rocky
mountain aroma."
"Decidedly." said the Frenchman in
well modulated tones, while he kept
his eyes fixed on his interviewer, evi
dently studying him.
Jack Henderson's face bespoke that
free, uncultured frankness indigenous
to a new country. There was not a
diplomatic feature, not a trace of mean
ness, in it. De Gournay had five daugh
ters and not enough property to give
even one of them a dowry. This
brusque proposal was no more to his
taste than would have been the touch
of the prickly cactus among which the
westerner had lived. Nevertheless he
did not propose to turn it down until
he had discovered what there was
In it.
He accepted Mr. Henderson's card
and gave him permission to submit a
few references Americans in Paris,
who knew all about him.
But the Frenchman's exterior did
not correspond with his interior. Ev
ery American abroad is supposed to be
worth millions, and De Gournay, as
has been said, had five maidens to
marry off. While looking with one eye
at his newspaper he Avas watching the
American's retreating figure with the
other, and later, when he saw Jack
leave the club, he arose from his seat,
threw off his assumed indifference and
started out on a still hunt to find out
all he could learn about the suitor
Two things he learned were eminent
ly satisfactory Henderson had made a
large fortune, and his character was
excellent. Nothing detrimental turned
up. After a lot of red tape, as Hen
derson called it, he was permitted to
call at De Gournay's home and have
a look at the young lady he had ap
plied for, Mile. Estelle, in presence of
her father and mother and three of her
sisters. Jack declared when question
ed about the visit that there was not
as much chance for spooning as if the
girl had been set up on the divide
and he given a job of driving a mule
team in the canyon.
After a long delay, followed by a
business meeting between M. De Gour
nay. Jack nenderson and two notaries,
at which Jack settled SoOO.OOO on his
bride to be. the couple were married
at 10 o'clock in the morning by a maire.
at 11 in a church and at 12 sat down
to a wedding breakfast
Jack was very happy beside his
bride, whom he had never met sociably
but once, when a lackey entered the
room and handed her father a note.
De Gournay paled, and the features of
his face otherwise indicated that he
had received a blow. Arising from the
table, he left the room, and soon after
the mother took the bride away also.
Jack saw that something had gone
wrong, but kept his seat till the guests
began to take their departure, when
he, too. arose-and went out to Jearn
what had become of his bride. A
servant informed him that she had
left the house with her mother. Jack,
astonished, asked for his father-in-law
and was informed that he would find
him in the library. Thither went the
groom, to see De Gournay pacing back
and forth In a fury.
"What's up?" inquired Jack.
"How did you dare impose upon me
as you have done?" cried the angry
Frenchman. "But I am rightly serv
ed, to trust anything that comes from
barbarous America. Go away from
this house and never come here again.
As for my daughter. he will spend
the rest of her life in a convent. HuV
Jack had once been firwl on by Indi
ans and stood In the way of a herd of
stampeded cattle at the same rime
But he liked it better than thN
"Please explain, monsieur." he said.'
"I have only since your wedding been
Informed that the people of Utah have
as many wives as they like. My
daughter shall not enter your harem."
It "was not till evening that Jack,
having explained that he was not a
Mormon, obtained his bride.
Exposed
By THOMAS R. DEANE
One morning in August a party of
men started from Chainonix to climb
Mont Blanc. There were Joseph With
ers, a young lawyer from Philadel
phia; Edward Swift, a recent grad
uate of a New England university,
and Roswell Baker, a big, elegant look
ing fellow, who was the impersonation
of manly strength.
About noon Baker and one of the
guides came into the hotel, the guide
looking very somber and Baker much
agitated. They reported that at the
time the snow squall came up they
were ascending a razor shaped rock,
the edge of which was but from one to
two feet wide. The first man in the
rope line was Koenig, the guide who
returned. The second was Baker, then
Withers, Swift and the other guide,
Schufelt Withers slipped and went
down on one side of the declivity, drag
ging the man before him and the one
behind him on one side of the edge,
while the shock threw Baker and Koe
nig down on the opposite side. Baker
said that the rope broke and those in
his rear had gone down, he knew not
where, because it was snowing so hard
he could not see a dozen feet below
him.
All listened to the recital of the ac
cident with blanched faces. The land
lord, Carl Becker, stepped forward,
the only person present who seemed to
grasp the situation. Seizing the rope
that wasjtn the hands of the guide, he
looked aTlts end, threw It down and
hurried away to make up a rescue
party. When half a dozen volunteers
had been collected they started up the
mountain, piloted by Koenig. Baker
declared that in falling he had hurt
his side and feared that he would not
be able to make the distance.
Some surprise was manifested that
one who had appeared to be the Ajax
of the party, who had seen his com
mander go down into a gulf, should
be willing to remain behind when oth
ers were going to the rescue. As soon
as the rescuers had gone Baker went
to his room, remained there an hour,
then left the hotel. He soon returned,
stating that he had received a telegram
to go immediately to Paris, where his
mother was lying at the point of death.
Within half an hour he had left Cha
inonix. Meanwhile the rescue party, guided
by Koenig. ascended to the place of
the accident, arriving there about 4
o'clock in the afternoon. The sky was
clear, and there was no difficulty in
looking down into a crevasse into
which the men they sought must have
fallen. But it was not a straight de
scent, and the opening was narrow, so
they could not tell how deep It was.
The landlord of the hotel volunteered
to be lowered for an exploration. A
rope was tied around him under the
arms, he was given an alpenstock for
a fender and was let down slowly into
the crevasse.
He had not descended more than
forty feet before he heard a faint hal
loo. On being lowered another twen
ty feet lie reached the snow, sinking
into it to his knees. He was within
three or four yards of Swift, whose
head was protruding from the snow on
which he had fallen. Becker got a
second rope he had brought down with
him under Swift's shoulders, gave a
signal, and Swift was drawn up.
Not a dozen feet away the landlord
found Withers. He was lying uncon
scious with his head and one leg above
the snow. The rescuer had a flask of
brandy with him and poured a quanti
ty down Withers' throat He opened
his eyes. Becker called for the rope to
be lowered, and Withers was pulled
up. There only remained the guide,
who had sufficient strength in him to
fix the rope to his own shoulders, and
he and Becker were brought to the
surface.
The landlord had no sooner finished
his work than he took up the end of
the rope that was dangling from With
ers' waist and. looking at It, muttered
an oath.
"Cut!" he said.
"Withers, who was by this time
somewhat restored, added: "I saw him
cut it He was on the edge of the
rock, and we three, being heavier than
Koenig on the other side, were over
balancing him, and Baker was being
dragged over. To save himself he cut
the rope."
"And frayed the end to make it ap
pear that it had broken." added
Becker.
Koenig declared that he had not seen
Baker cut the rope. Indeed, this from
their relative positions would have
been impossible. He admitted to have
seen him fray the end of the rope, but
he had not revealed this because after
the weight had been taken from the
opposite side he would have gone down
several hundred feet had not Baker
given him a hand and helped him up on
the edge.
When the rescue party returned to
the hotel and found that Baker was
missing so great was the indignation
that It was proposed that they go after
him and bring him back. But Baker
was doubtless by this time In Geneva
and would have left there before they
could reach him.
Several years after this Withers met
Baker strutting, with a chrysanthe
mum In his buttonhole, down Pennsyl
vania avenue, swinging a silver head
ed cane. Withers fixed his glance on
the man In & cold stare. Baker paled.
There was no word spoken, but With
ers felt that he had avenged the In
tended sacrifice.
Scrap Book
His Only Question.
Jack Raftery, a reporter, who has
worked in many places, went to work
on the Seattle Post-Intelligencer fcnder
Scott Bone about the time a grand jury
was called. Raftery was ordered to
cover the grand jury. The judge and
the district attorney warned the grand J
Jurors about the necessity for secrecy.
Raftery had full reports of the doings
in his paper every day.
The judge summoned Raftery.
"Young man," he said, "you have been
asking those jurors questions. Who
has been informing you?"
"I can't tell you, judge," Raftery re
plied. "It wouldn't be right to the
juror. He didn't know he was talking
to a reporter."
"But you asked him questions," said
the judge heatedly.
"Not questions, judge," soothed Raf
tery. "I only asked him one question J
just one but I asked that one fre-,
quently."
"What was that question?" demand
ed the judge. "What was it?'
"Why," Raftery replied, "my ques
tion was, 'What will you have to
drink?' "Saturday Evening Post
What Might Bo Done.
What might bo done If men were wise
"What glorious deeds, my suffering brother-Would
they unite
In love and right
And cease their scorn of one another!
Oppression's heart might bo Imbued
With kindling drops of loving kindness.
And knowledge pour
Prom shoro to shore
Light on the eyes of mental blindness.
All slavery, warfare, lies and wrongs,
All vice and crime, might die together,
And wine and corn.
To each man born.
Be free as warmth in summer weather, j
The meanest wretch that ever trod, I
Tho deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow, t
Might stand erect
In self respect j
And share the teeming world tomorrow.
What might be done? This might be done,
And more than this, my suffering broth- '
er- ;
More than the tongue j
E'er said or sung,
If men wero wise and loved each other.
Charles ilackey.
Next Time.
Curious wedding customs linger still
In obscure places. When in 1S70 the
Rev. S. L. Warren became rector of
Esher he was called upon to marry a
couple who, at the conclusion of the
service, kissed each other before the
altar. Mr. Warren did not approve of
the custom, and as the wedding party
proceeded to the vestry he said to old
John Woods, the clerk, "Next time tell
them not to kiss till they get to the
vestry." Instantly John Woods hob
bled forward and said to the bride
groom, "The rector says as next time
ye're not to kiss her till yer gets to the
vestry," and no one saw the humorous
side of the injunction except the rec
tor himself, who told the story. West
minster Gazette.
Yes, He Could Hold Him.
A christening ceremony was taking
place in a church in a mining district
in Scotland. The infant that was to
be christened" was very gloriously ar
rayed. Among other things it wore a
splendid bonnet, which, when the
critical moment arrived, the mother
had some difficulty in removing.
With the eyes of the congregation
upon her the poor woman was greatly
flustered, and her attempts to hold
the baby and take its bonnet off at
the same time seemed likely to end
in her dropping the infant on the floor.
The clergyman turned rather im
patiently to the father, a tremendously (
powerful looking collier, who was
standing stolidly watching his wife's
struggles.
"Can't you hold the child?" he asked
sharply.
The big collier turned a disdainful
glance on the minister, rather a dimin
utive man. "Haud him!" he whispered
fiercely. "Man, I could fling him ower
tho kirk and you tae!"
A Willing Agent.
Agents for the various transportation
companies that operate in the Yellow
stone park meet the trains at Living
ston, Mont, and endeavor to secure
for their companies tourists who have
not been booked through.
Several of them were trying to get a
tourist early this season. They ex
plained the advantages of their various
methods of seeing the park.
Finally the tourist said: "It Isn't a
question of money with me. It is sim
ply a question of congeniality."
"Yes, yes, yes!" shouted one of the
agents. "We show you that, too just
the other side of Mammoth Hot
springs." Saturday Evening Post
Just In Time.
There is a delicious flavor about this
story of a Virginia lady married to a
man who, though uniformly unsuccess
ful in his hunting trips, boastingly
spoke of his "killings."
One day returning from a trip with
the usual accompaniment of an empty
bag it occurred to him that his wife
would make fun gf him if he returned
without even one proof of his oft
boasted skill. So he purchased a brace
of partridges to deceive his trusting
spouse. As he threw them on the table
in front of her he observed, "Well, my
dear, you see I am not so awkward
with the gun after all."
"Dick," replied the wife, turning
from the birds, with a grimace, after a
.brief examination, "you were quite
right in sfcootfng these birds today.
Tomorrow II would have been too
late."
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VISLfden
HOW TO BUILD HOTBEDS.
The Sunken Type Best For Raising
Early Plants From Seed.
Of the several types of hotbeds in
general use the sunken or pit type Is,
all things considered, the best for the
raising of early plants from seed. This
style of bed is constructed by excavat
ing a pit six feet wide and two and
one-half feet deep and as long as nec
essary to accommodate the number oC
3 by G foot sash it is desired to use
The sides of the pit are boarded up
with rough lumber nailed to posts
which may be placed three feet or
more apart. If some degree of perma
nency is desired good material will
need to be used. Chestnut lumber is
very serviceable and reasonably cheap;
spruce comes next in point of durabili
ty and cheapness. The sides of the
pit should be raised above the surface
of the ground twenty inches at the
back and twelve inches in front This
will provide ample pitch to the sasb
for shedding rain and also be of suffi
cient angle for good construction of
the sun's rays and heat Good sasb
should be used.
The location of the hotbed should be
chosen where the natural drainage is:
good and, if possible, where there is a.
good windbreak at the north side. If
a suitable sheltered spot is not availa
ble then a tight board fence six feet
high and extending several feet be
yond each end of the hotbed should be
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HOTBEDS Ef CONSTKUCTIOS.
erected to break off the cold north
winds. Without such a windbreak it
will be almost impossible to raise early
plants successfully in the hotbed. The
windbreak should he about live feet
away from the north side of the frame.
The heating material for the hotbed
should be horse manure fresh from the
stable, to which should be added, whea
accessible, one-half its bulk of forest
leaves. If these are not available stniw
or hay may be used. The manure anil
added material is to be thoroughly
mixed and formed into a conical heap
to undergo fermentation. In the for
mation of this heap it should be trod
den down in successive layers of a
foot in deptli until the heap is four
feet or more in height. The base of
the heap should be of sufficient diame
ter to insure good fermentation in the
severest winter weather. All the ma
terial used for beating should be well
dampened before putting it in the pile
or the fermentation will not be evenly
distributed. Care must be taken that
no frozen material is put in the heap
or fermentation will be slow and may
greatly interfere with the operator's
plans of an early sowing of seed. Ru
ral New Yorker.
Celery Storage.
Hotbeds and cold frames are quite
satisfactory for storing celery. They
may either be dug out deeper or have
another set of boards on top to give
the required height The plants are
set in the frame close together and.
then covered with boards lapped to
shed rain. In very cold localities such-,
frames are covered with sash, over
which are mats covered with boards
Ventilation must be given on warns
days by blocking up the sash. Celery
is also stored satisfactorily in trenches,,
with the boards used in blanching nail
ed in V shape and placed over the top
If warm weather follows the troughs
are blocked up to admit air. Whea
frost comes a light furrow is thrown:
up along the boards and later manure
Is thrown over them, but this trench:
plan is usually adopted when the crop
Is to be sold early In the winter. Tops
of celery should always be dry when
it is stored, and some soil is lifted witfcs
the plants. It must be stored before
hard freezing.
"GOING TO LAW."
When a written contract fs made.
do not allow the other party to carry
It away. Have It made In duplicate, sc
that each party may keep a copy.
A rural carrier Is required to travel
his route in its entirety each day or
which service Is to be performed un
less It Is absolutely impossible for him
to.' do so because of extraordinary
weather or road conditions. Complaint
of irregularities in the rural mail serv
ice when submitted to the postoffic'
bureau with all the facts in the cas
will receive careful consideration.
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