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1 • • • • • • Red Heart. X ! By TEMPLE BAILEY. ; Copyrighted, 1M)8, by C. II. Sutcliffe. T Fay Woodward, finishing a rollicking class song with a crash of chords, whirled around on the piano stool nnd faced (he group of girls who were pre siding over the mysteries of fmlge mnklng In a chafing dish. "It's a tragedy," she said; "that's what It Is." "What?' came tbe Interested chorus. "The case of Caroline Krebs." "It sounds like the headlines In evening paper," murmured Eloise Illll on man, sniffing the chocolate scented air ecstatically. Fay, ignoring tbe Interruption, went on. "She's a nice little thing, and I hale to see her unhappy." "Maybe she is just silly and sent! mental," said Beatrice Drake, was stirring the bubbling "She seems awfully young-to have a real affair." who mixture. "She Is twenty," Fay informed them. curls that give her And she has known "It's her fluffy that baby look, him since she was live. He proposed to her when she was fifteen, and they became engaged this fall just before she came here to school," "Who is he?" asked Eloise, with In terest. "The young man Caroline Krebs Is engaged to, and I am worrying about them." "Why worry?" asked a fourth girl, who, burled In tbe cushions of the couch, had hitherto said nothing. "Because I am not like you, Kitty. I can't curl up like a cat and let life roll pnst mo. Caroline Krebs is ray roommate, and she Is handling her s' 'S yy i \ y % w i It I v V. THEN FAY FALTERED OCT TUE STORY. love nffnlr badly, nnd ns her friend and a philanthropist lu general I want to set her straight." Kit sat up. She was fair and fat. with dimples that were out now in full force. "What's she doing that's wrong?" she demanded. Fay leaned forward und spoke Im pressively. "Girls," she said, "she is making him a red satin heart for a birthday pres ent." "A red heart!" came the chorus "Yes. A pincushion. And she Is stuffing It with sawdust, nnd It Is ns fat as—as—Kitty !" "Ob—oh I" came from the couch. But Fay proceeded: "She Is going to send It to him, and she can't see that any man with an ounce of artistic blood in him would be repelled by a fat red tiling with pins In itf And Fay's graceful bands swept out In a gesture of despair. "Perhaps they are two of a kind," said Eloise. "No. comes In. He sends her bits of poetry that he writes—exquisite bits. He knows the real thing. But she doesn't. She Just goes on stuffing that heart nnd planning to write a verse on it: "Roses red and violets blue. His heart to her Is ever true." Ivltty, on the couch, shrieked, "Fay, you are stretching It!" "No, I am not," Fay said. "I tried to make her buy one of those old Ivory medallions that we saw In the shops, but she looked at me so seriously and whispered, 'He likes to have me make something!' " "Lovely!" ejaculated Kitty. "If a man loved me that way"— "The fudge Is ready," cut in Bea trice. And for the next few minutes they gave their attention to the lus cious squares. 'T am going to take a plate of It to Caroline," said Fay as she left them that night. "She couldn't come In. She was too busy sticking white pins Into the red heart." "Cheer up!" Kitty called after her. "Y'ou may reform Caroline yet." But Caroline, bright eyed over her gift, did not look as If she needed re form. "Isn't It pretty?" she asked, holding up the heart as Fay came In with the plate of fudge. Fay eyed It dubiously. "Do you think a man would like It?" she asked. "Oh, Arthur would," said Caroline; "he has such good taste." "I sent a man a present once," said Fny craftily. "I bought a bunch of violets. The florist packed them so that they would keep fresh. It was a very simple gift, but he liked it awfully." "Yes," said Caroline, sticking the last pin flrtclj into the heart, "1 am sure be And that Is where the tragedy •lust have liked It But Arthur always wants me to make things for him." So Fay gave it up. "He'll be disillusioned, tuid she will be unhappy," was her decision, "but 1 can't help It." It was three (lays after Arthur's birthday that Caroline came to nor roommate with a note. "I can't understand Arthur," she said, and her Ups were quivering. "He seems to think my Joke." "Oh," gasped Fay understandlngly. "He says that ho Showed It to the boys, and they laughed over It. and that he was glad 1 had such a sense of humor and that It was such a dear little fat heart. And I thought it was beautiful. Oh, dear"— And Caroline's head was pillowed on Fay's sympa thetic shoulder. "I worked so hard and It was so pretty," she sobbed, "and they just laughed." "Send him something else nnd toll him this was just a funny forerunner," Fay suggested. But Caroline was obstinate. "I won't," she said. "Ho ought to like the red heart, and If he doesn't I can't help It." "And if something Isn't done nt once." Fay told her four chums as they sat that night kimono clad Jn Beatrice's room, "those two hearts won't beat ns one." present was a Kitty, plump and pretty, In pink, murmured from the pillows: "Let's send him something nnd make him think It Is from her. Then tell her. and she will lie too proud to confess that it wasn't her selection." "'We'll do It," said Fay enthusias tically, "and now what shall It be?" The product of tholr combined taste and genius went in n violet colored box by the next morning's mall, and when Arthur Moore opened It two days later he gasped. "By Jove, the dear little girl!" he Said. "Look hero, Richards!" Ills classmate peered over his shoul der. "Violets, ribbon tied; the Ivory me dallion of Browning you have been wanting and that exquisite verse of Mrs. Browning to cap it. She must be a clever girl, Arthur." Arthur pondered. "It's not for her cleverness that 1 love her, Richards," he said, "and, aft er all, I am not sure but that I like that little red heart best. Think of the work of her dear little fingers!" And something of this he said In his second note. "I can't understand what he means by two presents," Caroline said to Fay, nnd rend what he had written. Then Fay faltered out the story. "We thought we would send him something artistic and tell you after ward," she said. Caroline smiled nt her pityingly. "You see, you didn't know Arthur," she said. "Ho always likes things thnt I make." "And, oh, girls, what do you think he said?" Fay nslted the eager girls who clustered about her just as she was going to morning class. "Tell us," they clamored. Fay quoted glibly: " 'The violets are faded, and tbe medallion bangs over my desk, but close to my heart Is tbe little red heart, tbe work of your own dear hands.' " "Well, of all things," said Eloise nnd Beatrice, "such a man!" But Kitty, pretty Kitty, murmured, with all her dimples out; "Roses red and violets blue. My heart to you Is ever true." Busy and Beautiful. It is interesting to know that it is possible for n city of 2SO.OOO Inhab itants, nnd mostly factory employees, to be free from dirt and noise. This Is the case with the Japunese town of Nagoya, says A. II. Edwards, the au thor of "Kakemono." It Is a town full of porcelain and fan factories, cloi sonne works and cotton mills. The gateway of tbe cloisonne works leads down a wooden passage Into a tiny court—a garden sot round with the workshops of the factory. It is not larger than the front lawn of a sub urban house, but the skill of a Japa nese gardener has planted a whole mountain side with forests of pine and bamboo, has spanned with an arching bridge the stone gray stream at the mountain's foot. From Inside the tiny matted rooms, no bigger than bathing boxes, which shut In three sides of the garden, the Illusion Is complete. And the shade and coolness of the imagina ry forest and stream bring a sense of calmness and repose, of quiet peace aud beauty, to all tbe many workers of the factory. It la a living land scape growing unspoiled In the heart of a workshop In the center of a man ufacturing city. It Is a town of sunny streets and pure, fresh air, whose trees are green. Does Like Like Like? They were at supper. During the meal the young man with the vora cious appetite discoursed eloquently ou things In general. "Do you know, Miss Dash." ho re marked, "I think there is a very Inti mate relation between our food and our character. I believe, don't you know, that we grow like what we are most fond of." The fair girl smiled sweetly. "How Interesting!" she murmured. "May I offer you some more ham, Mr. Blank?" She stretched her hand out to take a chocolate cream, but he removed the tray and passed her the acidulated tab lets.—London Tit-Bits. Souàce of Information. Singleton— K'ou seem to know a lot about womenX Wedderly—YYiu bet I do. Singleton—G^t wise by studying the fe, eh? ways of your Wedderly—No AI listen to what she says about otbe News. women. —Chicago Ferguson's Mascot. By HARRIET LUMMIS SMITH. Copyrighted, 1!>0B, by C. II. Sutcliffe. $ From the first Ferguson hml disliked the pug. The t ight of the fat. wheezy little animal following at the heels of his pretty next door neighbor awoke In him an unreasonable desire to prod that pumpered pet with his walking stick. All of which goes to show that first Impressions are not to he trusted. Ferguson's Interest In the gi '1 next door was fast approaching the critical stage, Perhaps the natural attraction which beauty bolds for youth was heightened by the fact .that the girl seemed unaware of Ills existence. Fer guson almost resented the blankness of her gaze, the Indifferent tilt of her chin. He had a feeling that If she should look once she might find It worth her while to look again. The pug took a hand In the game one delicious spring day when Fergu son, who was supposed to be studying law ln bis room, was in reality watch ing the pink of the peach blossoms against the blue of the sky and feeling in his heart a vague, exquisite re sponse to the charm of the season. All at once the current of his thoughts was changed by an asthmatic barking in tils neighbor's back yard. A black kitten shot across the grass to the shelter of the peach tree. The pug waddled after and stood guard be low, coughing violently as a result of his unusual exertions. Then Fergu son's pulses thrilled at the sound of a girlish voice raised In reproachful sum mons, "Tuiich, you wretch, come here this Instant!" The law books had no chance after that. Even the peach blossoms became only the setting of the picture. The black kitten in the branches howled agonizingly. The pretty girl below called her in dulcet tones which would Pi / 1 f. V£> HE TOOK HER IN HIS ARMS AGAIN. have tempted Ferguson to dare any danger. She brought out a saucer of milk, but even tills lure proved un availing. Then suddenly Ferguson started so violently that the book on his knee fell with a thud to the floor. "By Jove," exclaimed the young man, "she's going to climb the tree!" With an Instant realization that this was his opportunity, Ferguson went down the stalr3 in n headlong manner, which gave his landlady the Impres sion that the house was on fire. Ex planations delayed him unwarrantably, and when he burst out of tbe door the kitten was In Miss Morrell's arms, and Miss Morrell was In the peach tree. Ferguson hesitated, then advanced, halting at a respectful distance. "Might I lie of assistance?" he asked. *T—I think you might," said the girl doubtfully. "Y'ou see, It's so much easier getting up than getting down. If only you would take the kitten, I think I could mnnage." Ferguson climbed up beside her and attempted to relieve her of her charge, but tbe black kitten had its own opinion regarding the transfer. It struggled. It spit. It elevated the hairs along Its spine. It clawed Ferguson's wrist as If It suspected him of being an emis sary of the pug dog. "Oh, dear, now she has scratched you!" exclaimed the girl. If she had been pretty before she was.entrancing now, looking at him through the peach blossoms. "I'm sure I can get dow-n now," said the girl, and Ferguson set the kitten on the grass and politely looked In an other direction. A long minute passed. Then there was a shriek, and Ferguson turned to see the lady of his dreams clutching an overhanging bough and dangling some distance above the ground. The young man rushed to her assist ance. For a heavenly Instant he 'bad her In his arms, and then he set her on her feet. Her face was as pink as the peach blossoms, and her shy eyes found difficulty In meeting his, but there was no lack of gratitude In her tone as she said, "I don't know how to thank you!" Ferguson went home with the feel ing that he was walking on air. As he passed the window he saw the pug looking out, hut his expression no ion ger seemed sardonic, but rather benev olent. "1 owe you a silver collar for this, old boy," Ferguson lihouglit gratefully, for Miss Morrell bald given him per mission to call. ) It was sonic time Jfiefore It was neces sary for the pugfto Interfere ngaln. Without his good ance progressed Rices the acqualnt pldly. Miss Mor rfll's callers wereivery likely to find a ïark, well dressed nmn sitting en tbe hammock beside her or occupying one of the rustic chulrs on the porch or smoking In the library with the air of one who feels at home. Most of them took the hint. There was one exrep tlou. however, an obtrusive young fel low, Itandall by name, who continued his visits, though Ferguson did Ills liest to make it clear that they could be quite content without him. Unfortunately Miss Morrell did not second these efforts as she might have done. She continued to treat her per sistent caller with a consideration which Ferguson thought distinctly un necessary. When ho came one night prepared to take her driving and found she had gone boating with Itandall he gave a harsher name to the act. [Jo did not sleep that night, and when he presented himself next evening he was In the worst of humors. Had Miss Morrell been conciliatory all might have been well, but instead she wore an air of studied Indifference, and when she did not resent his re proaches she laughed at him. Accord ingly In fifteen minutes the interview terminated abruptly. "In that case," sakl Ferguson, rising to his fcot, "the best thing for me to do Is to take my bat and go borne." And Miss Morrell replied, "I qutte agree with you." Only one thing interfered with carry ing out this programme immediately— Ferguson could not find his hat. "Good evening," said Miss Morrell in the back ground as If weary of waiting for him to take the Initiative. "I beg you not to imagine that I am delaying Intentionally!" exclaimed Fer guson, with indignation. "But even you can see that it Is impossible for me to leave the house bareheaded." "You put your hat on the chair. I saw you," said Miss Morrell. "I am quite aware that I put it there," returned Ferguson stiffly, "but It Is easy to see that It Is not there now." For some minutes he hunted. Miss Morrell laid aside her offended dignity sufficiently to assist in the search. All at once she started nervously. "I do hope Punch didn't find It!" she exclaimed. "He's so mischievous some times." But when the hat was discovered It was In Punch's society. Moreover, it had lost Its resemblance to a hat. The brim was missing, and the crown was fast disappearing. Punch surveyed them over the wreck and grinned com placently. The two young people looked nt each other, and Miss Morrell's lips twitched. Ferguson thought she was on the point of laughter, nnd he smiled encourag ingly. Then she surprised him by turning her face to the wall and burst ing Into tears. "My darling girl," exclaimed Fergu son, almost beside himself. "My dear est Ina, I beg you won't give a thought to tbe worthless thing." "But you were going away angry," said a stifled voice. "Angry with you?" cried Ferguson. "Never!" no took her In his arms again as he had done under the peach tree, but he did not let her go as quick ly. And that wise old pug left the ruined hat on the rug and waddled away to the window seat, as If satis fied that they were once more capable of managing their own affairs. Punch Is older now and divides his mistress' devotion with a small pink and white rival said to resemble Fer guson, but bo wears a silver collar, and no one grudges bim bis place as an honored member of the household. Whatever Ferguson's faults, he Is not ungrateful. i Why Ho Was Happy. He was a baldheaded bachelor, whose heart for the first time had been moved by the tender passion. 'Then you confess," he sakl In a trembling voice to tbe object of bis regards, "that you like me a little— that you admire certain qualities of my head?" "Yes," shyly responded the young lady. "And may I ask," he continued in a tone of emotion, "what those qualities are?" "I can hardly explain," said the young lady bashfully, "but I think it Is because your head Is so mellifluent. I can't express It more clearly." "And you can never know how I ap preciate your high opinion,'' exclaimed the happy bachelor as he pressed her hand. He didn't know Just what "mel lifluent" meant, but he was sure It was the synonym for something grand and ennobling, nnd when he bade her good night he rushed eagerly home, excited ly took down the dictionary and turn ed feverishly to the endeared word. His blood changed to ice as he read, "Smooth, soft, mellow." Diamond Salesman's Secrets. "There Is no lino in which more care must be exercised than In selling dia monds," remarked one of the oldest dealers In Cleveland, we don't dare show a man a larger stone than ho can afford to buy. Even a diamond a carat or a carat and a half in size looks like a mighty small affair to pay so much money for, and If a man comes In expecting to pay $75 for a diamond be may get disgusted and not buy at all If the salesman shows him something a little larger for $200. The salesman. If he knows his business, will find to a certainty Just how much a customer Is willing to pay before he shows him anything. 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