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Ciirls'mas e ’aing wu' mild and
SUi.r.y. But for the carpet of spotless
Si >w it raigh have Wq a day stolen
form early spring, la the evergreen
shrubs surrntuding the Maisonette
c< intfeaa hli Is trilled a mg of thanks
giving for the breakfast cf grain that,
in accordance with Mrs. Mo gorton’s
it-tractioas, awaited tfc» ni very d.iy.
.1! r tender heart hatee t< thial of the
lingering starvation t iU' . during the
fr st by the brave liveie s »::us ers, ami
it was 1 *r delight to wateli them ‘ lus
ter in large numbers ar ami the sheaf
of corn which. fc.T;.*\ it.g . ’ rrian « is
tom. she had erected 1 n a pole in he
center of the lawn.
The ho -“holt! at the Maisom '.te was
not ■ n curly one. If was n arly It
o'cl ck when F,t eh* tt ’•■>'*• ! •- ie ■*
]y inn t «>; njkrress’ it ■ m. nd rimviug
enuti* ‘ to the hearth. -an adroitly
to lay i! Are.
The glow still limn r.c i the wood
as: (3—it was one of Mr-. r.gorto® s
faucies to burn o ly - vf smelling
woods in her special ruomfr show, i
1 r that at s : p the night tue
ln«‘ hau been rep u
“Ah, the pattvre nmdaiv.e
tons Frew 'woman, as. i > a ~c sof' y
about, sb arranged the * tn.
Mrs. Mongonon’s «-i amber was like
the retreat of some fairy pri cess.
Kverything that money « aid do to
render it beautiful had -sur. d 1 ■ -1
ione. The scheme of c ring through
golds and creams, blend l in perfect
harmo; y.*
Fl< cy sheepskin rug golden of “tie,
covered the polo'.ted I ‘’’-O' tt
The bedstead, «nurei> «>f ual'
draped wiih s >ft r ft • <■ >vereu v.. h
creamy Spanish h e. lh - nod ■ er
Df rnse satin, adorned by ~k; u! fingers
with m •\ ■ - cf t »ti >r' s >11 •
was edged with a frill of tie same lace.
Spanish lace tun :r wi h a --’Ik n
lining shaded the thr»wide southern
windows. In the m-dds wind w sf >oU
« t itfc r side by nil \ ■ ■ in ®‘!.
G. Id backed brushes, tni. >■! with a
mosaic of violets in p
trinket boxes, cut cry ai bottles of
perfume an*l the endb -s necessaries
pertaining to the t ttet <*f a fashionable
woman littered its surface.
\ massive wardrobe eunnt gly
wrought in carving' that portray d be
a < a. a an . sundry > - 11
terra . > plush comi leted the heavier
fuii fi
0- tie walls hung several valuable
pi,. , Gi ure, two Ji i Van Geers
ai ,i . .i,i with a blood red sun
set by M»:n»be.
0 e of Mrs. Mongolian's craving
w. s 1 tv y; al her surroai-iings
v •• ' m v 1 retired, tin 1 it certain
t f her ( < iblishmeut and
unu *• ' 1 * \p* Hti it un o:
In s A-ii. the la: Mr. Mongorton
glv wealthy man.
Ware i: 11 th
will hud again visit. . the wnb. and
that a pile of pres : n
n, aw.Ped h H< r r; ,ht arm
V ei i. n •• rut < * ' ' r pale gre n
night role • Uiv-g aik revealed &
<1 h r!'. mol ’ 'I t ad wrist clasp
ed bv several bangle '.
The wee, tt: tra< 1 erisply; a ptne
er fell, i ik.ng a < among the
tiv irons. Ho Ga stirred on lus down
cu-ni n. ri I Mrs. > ' oitou awoke.
It - med a mi: it or two etre she
collected h r though: Then. stretch
ing cut her hand, sm touched, a button
and from tbv< dr >P «r ilower Uk •
gUdu- fix d over her i electric lml.t
shone out. . __...
Another touch brought lane act ti.
neat tr m ami talk. ive.
“A nu rry e ht .-tn > madamc. aus
si une b' ar.ne». " 1 . 1
,, !t of cad' iux and r.-m mtirrnces f.u
r> .nue. Has mac. m"
the pain? Yes? V <
is the good n> «'sl M 1 • .
thu mor lug. but that h< u-h. at *'
head, and * ibai he tint th
de-nuit. F.i h now. th .* mad -
colour, or • : o'y or whv.e. but eau- -
nil no. novuir ’ .
Mis Mon " t«-n raise .t< -• >
gutdly on her pillows. She loc k-d pate
umi In ivy- yi ii. .
I am a hum 1 zv this t - ’ ■ U • d
surely it i* very cold. Vaiuhet e.
-But no. m ukun. : of truth .a beau
tiful Christmas mornji.g. Se. In -
inv up the blinds, she ry lied a to
pine sky. “The snow bas ..used to
fall, matin me; it lies crl-p ant. "ttiun
Mrs Mongorton h id been turning
ow h-r U CVS. looking !t~tl> At
the handwriting «P;« ^h. When
V aohere . nt« ^ ” rl" a - ->
laden with hoi -ho, late and crisp
* at rolls, she v.. lying sti gaz
i p dr- amity Rt the t e.
Kanchectw di a,.pointed at her mts
tr* m -Ni b nt M, , of interest m he
L -.: oji- “Bat the eadeaux—Will
inaUau-o net op n them
rh i u red. M Mongo-ton, betw< n
h< to invest!
gm« the - teems of >- l^'kacos sont
her. Vost of :h. >- contained floW'- '
grant dm - its from -'“I ' ami a gr-it
. ,f violets en w:. <d with spi.,>s
-Th\ came last night, by sopcial m
sen a or., ’» to l given to you
on ' tr av k>mine this nioruipg. mad
am. " it bore the inscrip: ton. intended
f,her . yes alone: "To my bride.
\‘ photograph - ' Wilfred was
er. h ‘a the bcA. ami a- she looked
p tk. handsome fea es a well
. f Y\, i.u.c up in her .. ...
-WO! 1c ever really m. mine, she
р. • and at that im-ta .t the an
sip. r. m . , , ..
n,ere was a little commotion in the
r.VT;,p . ..d a hurried tap at the door
с. i!!- •! - hette away. \ > >und of ex
, | e . s whi-’Wtng n th- pa." .if
i h'd. for a space, tb n Fanehette,
express on of horror on her face,
ii o the - 'om.
a- v, . .illume, but the new?! \h,
C ’ it Is too awful’”
"What Is it? What's wrong" Tell
me quickly!’'
M , \ .M-jovton was r , paler than
she h >>1 been. but her br.ath came in
1- casp.
- idsme! Pam % Monsieur
, d and he so han,i- hue!"
Speak! What is U? l-|he dead"”
Mom-■ ton cried. 1 /« >.’» wkle
v i suspense. '
No. madauie4 it *s hia Ancle. He is
rdead—k died—murdered by some un
known assassin!'*
Is Sir Jasper Welland quite dead?"
Mis. Mongor.on asked abruptly.
•Ii . ! told, they say, as a stone.
\r.d ah. nu.dame, the terrible wound!
Th‘y jay it is-"
S; .• m< details. Fanchette,” cried
her mistress impatiently. "Who
bronchi the i ews?"
■ rhe garde-, tiasse. madanie—what
you call gamekeeper. lie says they
i . k him rigid from .he carriage, cov
ered with the bloca. and all the house
is terror-struck."
•‘How awful!" murmured Mrs. Mon
gorton, bat to a!! appearances she was ,
not .'V rwhelmed with grief. Was not
the only obstacle ( > her union with Wil
lie,: Welland r w removed? Fir Jas
per had spoken strangely, vindictively,
wii n he visit'd her. Now hi? power
« d fled, lit was (lead, and Wilfred
was hers.
i ?:;u»t t! e-s pib-kly. I wish to send
a i nge < f sympathy to Welland
Cour . Fill my bath at once.”
Shi lay musing until Fanchette an
n, m , | th ;t thr bath was ready.
T! mwing o. a quilted Japanese
,:n -.*■ tig gown of purple and silver, and
thrusting her pink toes into slippers to
n . Mrs. Mo.igur.on passed into her
, - irig room. Descending the two
I s p ndir.g to the large marble bath
v.- oil. full of warm perfumed water.
:nKingly ready, she started back
--— ■ .■- ■
[ ed Dobson, his face buried in his nanus,
shuddering at every allusion to the
, dread sight he had witnessed, yet fear
ful at the thought of seeking his quar
ters over the stables.
I p and down his snuggery Wiltred
paced restlessly, praying for the dawn
to dispel the seemingly endless night.
•Ml that was possible to do with re
1 gard to spreading the information of the
murder he had done instantly. After
the first shock of the discovery of the
awful occurrence had passed, when he
was able to realize that his unde had
be n foully slain, his first step was to
rouse the men servants and send them
back to the c ,unt;. < n- ubti
lary station at Odswinton, and also to
th* neighboring magistrates, request
ing speedy investigation of the crime.
Two of the men were sent off without
delay to despatch a telegraphic message
to the authorities at Scotland Yard, stat
ing die circumstances of the murder,
and requesting the attendance of a
skilled representative at Welland Court,
in order that he might bring his exper
ience to aid in fathoming the mystery.
The messengers had orders to await
the reply, and to lose not a second in its
transmission to Sir Wilfred. It was
jus: as day broke that the answer, in
its yellow envelope, was put into his
hand. He opened it eagerly. Ks con
tents ran thus:
“Our Insp tor Burley will reach
Odswinton Station with train arriving
at eight-forty. Have conveyance wait
Sir Wilfred felt intense relief from
the assurance that a member of the de
tective staff would be on the spot with
in a few hours. Once in his hands, he
felt convinced that all would become
plain. He recalled ingenious romances
of Gaboriatfs, wherein seemingly inex
plicable crimes had been unravelled
. Tw TfTut
,v rut BI ao . MM Ml : «“ «tn»M®-B»im
TJK H’jl HiJl' OF tLvUD
with a feeling of repulsion. Anemones
< t «i«-t p glowing * .irlet floated on the
surface of the water.
• i auchi i'o !" she tailed sharply.
“Yes, madame.”
“ : hrse flow■« us I don’t like them af
ter your story. Take them away, Let
t( Mi , ti g idt .~s »ms always be white
or y How in future.”
> . , madame " replied the maid,
“a! lou.mo is fanciful to-day. The sad
.vs has upset her,” she concluded in
ward!/ as she removed the tabocded
m i anemones.
All thr mh the long winter night
sl.-‘p hud no visit... Welland Court,
'l a uews of th® shocking discovery
ran like wildfir through the house,
aioii.-ir.g tl * rvants who had already
i. tired, an 1 bringing hem down stairs,
garbed in odd varieties of dishabille, to
di.M-:.-s tremblingly the awful fate that
without the slightest warning,
. \ . i ak< ti their master.
Wrapped in a woolen shawl, her cap
so awry on her still abundant white
h.t r. good Mrs. Munzell, the respected
i b :s. k* t-per. whose reign, like that of
‘ Mr. Parkinson, the butler, dated back
i Sir Jasper’s predecessor, sat in her
v i a lour, reviving her shaken nerves
v 1 .; glass of wine and a biscuit.
u -. Parkinson, who shared in the
«. -needed refreshment, for once fail
• : ,o i • Tsorvo his accustomed spick
... --nan appearance. His usually int
i! re llr.eu was crushed and his
t aair iun:|Mrii.
! 's wful to think of a nice quiet
I u- itlenu.ti like Sir Jasper coming to
h a dreadful e:id. If he had Item a
I cm t. overhearing gentleman, now. as
Sl iwfd no mercy tQ poor .folks, it
\ u d not have Mai extraordinary.
But to think of him. as was always so
considerate anil generous, a-going out
i:> tlu- morning hearty and coming home
j d ui. if makes my blood run coid."
Mr. Parkinson shook his head grave
ly over his wine, and the old woman
eon iaued garrulously: "And sir Jas
j per such a quiet man. too—never inter
f. -lug about anythink! ‘Live and let
I live’ hat was his motto. I should
I say.”
"Sir Jasper knew his place as a gen
t\: n. Ho knew wh°n he wore well
- v- 1. and didn’t go poking his nose
into ether p* epic's business,” remarked
tl.c butler seiner.tiously.
' \h. yes. Mr. Parkinson. that's very
tree. We ll never see his like again."
assented Mrs. Munzell. mopping up a
nr with the corner of her shawl. ‘ And
Mr. Wilfred—he's master now, I sup
p se?"
"Sir Wilfred. Mrs. Munzell. if you
ple.i«e. He is the legal heir to the bar
onetcy and estates."
* And a tine, hearty young gentleman,
too. full of life and fun. 1 do hope as
h w this sad occurrence won’t break his
■ No fear of that." said Parkinson au
?! . ritat ve!v; "he‘s young and young
people, like young animals, soon get
over their troubles. But it's a sad
l low t' the fortunes of th.s house,
ma’am. Man and boy. i have served
here near fifty years, and this is the
first dis grates that has come upon it. sir
Jasper’s predecessor and his father be
fore him died, in their beds, with their
famih physicians in attendance. Mark
my words, Mrs. Mu roll, this is a woe
ful day for Welland Court, and misfor
i tunes never come single!"
I Ip. the spacious kitchen the cook had
built up a great fire, and round it clus
ter' 1 the domestics, huddling close to
gether. while they discussed endlessly
such details of the murder as were
known to them. The mysterious i ature
of the crime, which lef t the perpetrator
up suspect ui and at large, added to
th-ir fears: and a the slight's*, sound
tin y would glance apprehensively
round, and then cower the closer to
j get her.
* la a seat in the darkest coraer crouch
from the slightest clues. He pictured
.. .; ej as a s - >nd Lee iq.
I!is experience of the country police
had been of the slightest, otherwise he
might have had greater faith in their
p overs of discrimination. Like many
c hers, he had the ideal that only from
the V! y headquarters of his country's
guardians could he get any real assist
r- the night riraggt d slowly past. At
seven o’clock the attentive Parkinson
brought in hot coffee, and with his own
hands replenished the fire. But, en
grossed in his thoughts. Sir Wilfred did
not notice his entrance, ar.d the coffee
tooled untasted.
Unable to remain inactive any longer,
Sir Wilfrt i personally awaited the ar
rival of Inspector Burley at Odswinton
Station. The news of the murder had
spread, and the railway officials and the
one or two travelers by the morning ex
press looked with painful interest at the
tall figure -landing aloof in the chill
morning air.
The signal fell with a clatter, the
p i r clang d a noisy bell, the London
express rushed panting into the sta
tion, ar.d stood a moment, its engine
snorting energetically, as though un
easy to be off again.
From a smoking carriage alighted a
rail, stout man. with an air of import
ance and of conscious superiority over
his fellows. The s;iff contour of his
hack, and a certain ponderous method
of lifting his feet, suggested that at
one time he might have adorned the
nolice force. It was Mr. Inspector Bur
ley. of Scotland Yard.
Introducing himself, Sir Wilfred
seized him eagerly, as though in an
agony of impatience to learn his verdict,
and hurried him out to where an open
carriage was in waiting. The station
master in person—not the usual subor
dinate—collected the inspector’s ticket,
and saw them into the carriage with an
»:ir of respectful solicitude.
"I am glad you got my telegram
early enough.” said Sir Wilfred.
“1 was woke up just in time to catch
the train and l 'ad a rush. 1 can tell you,
“Here is a flask of sherry, and some
sandwiches. You will he the better for
them after your journey, and I can give
you all the details as we go along”
Mr. Burley stolidly munched and sip
ped as the carriage bore them swift’y
through the little ullage of Ashbury,
and past the Maisonette gates towards
the seen, of the murder, while his com
panion related how on his way from the
station to Welland Court at midnight
on the previous day Sir Jasper had been
mysteriously butchered.
“Was ic on this road'?” asked the in
! spector suddenly, his mouth full.
“Yes—at least, on a road leading off
the highway direct to the gates of Wel
| land Court.”
“Then the road will have all been
trodden over by this time, and there
won’t he no hopes of finding out any
thing." said the detective in aa injured
i tone.
“Oh. no: you will find everything just
1 as it was when the murder wascommit
I ted. No one has set foot on the road.
; When my uncle's body had been car
ried into the house. I had the outdoor
man living near the Court roused, and
stationed to watch the upper end of
the road and two to guard the lower.
Even those men reached the road by
field paths, to avoid leaving a single
footprint on the route the carriage had
"Good!" ejaculated the detective ap
provingly. “But about ’his here car
riage—wouldn’t the wheels mark the
ground as you came down?”
“No; there is a second entrance to
Welland Court from the north. Going
to the s ati o that way one has to drive
through the town of Odswinton. My
-uncle preferred this road as being the
most secluded. Both are much the
same distance from the railway; I used
the other this morning. We will ap
proach the road as my uncle did. and at
its junction with the highway alight,
and examine every footprint carefully.
For the first two miles they had
bowled along swiftly through the clear,
crisp atmosphere, the snow making a
soft carpet for the horse’s feet. I he
sullied whiteness of the snow revealed
frequent traces of traffic. Marks of the
heavy hobnailed boots of bucolic way
farers and the tiny footprints of urchins
who had passed that way were all dis
tinctly evident. There were also wheel
and hoof tracks of some conveyance,
probably going to the railway station
with milk. Wilfred remembered see
ing the tall cans standing ready for
transit at the station.
A little further along, the trees cf the
Welland estate came in sight. The
highway encircled the lower side there
of. and the way to the Court diverged
at the angle of the pine wood, and curv
ed gradually up the side of the slope
occupied by the timber, ending, a mile
distant, at the lodge gates.
As they neared the junction of the
roads two men, who had been pacing
up and down where the paths met.
turned round, and with an expression of
relief advanced towards them.
Stopping the carriage. Sir Wilfred
and Inspector Burley alighted, while
the men eyed the latter with intense re
"No one has passed down this road,
Jodkins?” asked Sir Wllfr. d.
“Not a livin' soul, sir—Sir Wilfred, beg
ging your pardon,” answered Jodkins,
touching his cap.
"A milk cart and three school children
have come down the other.” remarked
Mr. Burley, with an air of profound knowl
"Lcr. yes. sir: that’s right. How ever
did you find that out?" gasped the amazed
His broad chest swelling with gratifica
tion. Inspector Burley, note hook in hand,
proceeded to catechise the men.
"Now, my good fellows. T must nsk you
a few questions. Be sure you tell the ;
truth, the whole truth and' nothing but j
the truth."
of the Jaw, Sir Wilfred said; “This lady
and I are going to examine the road.
Spoedle, you may go. Jodkins can wait
and prevent any one from following us.
He then walked quickly on.
•■All right, sir. I'm with you. Me 11
soon fathom this, sir," replied the doughty
inspector, hurrying after him.
The path lay pure and fair before them.
No wheel marks save those of Sir Jasper's
carriage lined the snow. The hoof-prints
of the solitary horse were distinct. Not
a single human foot-prir.t was to be
seen. Under the hedgerows and by the
ulpes of the wood lurked no sign of any
Two or three tiny tracks of bird or
rabbit there were—nothing more.
The wheel-marks were at times a little
uneven, a trilie confused.
• It was very dark last night after the
snow had ceased; there was no moon."
remarked Miss Heron, meditatively. .
"That would account for the driving being j
The first half mile revealed no trace of j
struggle or tragedy. Turning a slight bend |
of the road, they had gone but a few I
paces when Miss Heron, whose quick eyes j
had been taking In < very detail, cried j
suddenly: “See !-t here!”
Following the direction of her pointing !
finge r her companions could discern an J
ominous stain on the snow a few yards
The young man experienced a horripila
tion of the flesh, even Miss Heron, usual
ly so self-controlled, could r.ot restrain a.
shudder at the dread suggestion of this
Mot upon the whiteness. But Inspector 1
Burley, who had waxed fat battening upon
horrors, suffered frmo no such delicacy of
feeling. Marching close to the tell-tale
spot, and posing beside it. his chest thrown
well out. one hand in the breast of his ,
coat, the other extended toward the |
dark splash tainting the t*ow. he spoke
in an important, magistorial-sour.ding!
“Sir Wilfred and lady.” we stand now
on the identical scene of the crime. It
was on this Vre spot where Sir Jasper Wel
land was murdered—'ere lies the fust drop
of blood!”
(To bo Continued.)
Clever Women Who Make a Fortune Every
Year With Their Spring Rhymes.
John Strange Winter “Does It Up Thoroughly"
Ruskin Taught Her.
You can turn May flowers into money
if you have the trick of doing it. Mar
garet Deland, John Strange Winter,
Kate Douglas Wiggin, Amelia Barr,
Mrs. Burton Harrison. Mary E. Wil
kens, Mrs. Humphrey Ward and John ;
Oliver Hobbes all do it. They make a j
fortune every’ spring out of the bios- :
soms of May; and they accomplish it,
not by raising the blossoms, but by tell- I
ing other people how beautiful they
Margaret Deland goes into the spring
poetry business wholesale. She has a
woman friend in Boston who loves her
rhymes and encourages her to write
them. One of her most successful is
Like drifts of tardy snow
On leafless branches cau3ht,
The cherry blossoms blow,
That May has brought.
one of the most deliciously a; :
The moon shines pale in tin
Like a pearl set over a 1
There’s many a homeward I ■
And’ the hedges thrill
John Oliver Hobbes is sa 1 • ,
exhausted all her brightn«>s
and to be
London litterateur repli
Hobbes's critics by writing:
Sweet the rose, the lily \
Each one breath of May r -»
So with thy talents gift":
Where on - I< ft oil
She writes cleverly t .
rhymes that are only
by the sparkle of her pr >
Mrs. Burton Harrison
seven famous women wh.Lt urn mav flowers into money.__
The men were only too charmed to com
ply. This was their ideal detective, one j
who interrogated all who had even the
slenderest connection with the crime, and
who listened w hile they aired their views
on the subject.
"What is your name, my man? Jacob
Jodkins? Good. Age, forty-one. V here ,
do you live?”
Sir Wilfred had been growing mcrre and
more impatient. This Jack in the office
kept delaying over every trifle. liny were
losing precious time. Every instant wast
ed made the murderer’s escape mors- se
He was biting his Hi in the effort to
keep his self-control when the sound of
foot-steps quickly appro:* ■ hing fell on hi*
ear. Glancing round, h* hr held > tnll !ad>
walking smartly in his direction. :
Her figure was slender and youthful. 1
but her abundant hair was white, though
her complexion was ftc-a and her cj«s
as clear as a girl’s. Sh’ wore a smat.
tailor-made tweed costume, hound with ,
leather, and a black beaver hat, while she
carried a stout ebony staff.
Immeasurably rejoiced at her appear
ance. Wilfred hurried towards her.
"My poor boy,” she exclaimed, pressing
his hands warmly, "how you must ho suf
fering! I heard just now. and 1 thought
I would walk over to see you, for I lu on
that a desire not to intermeddle so often
keeps people away, that one s saddest
moments are also one's loneliest.
"Miss Heron. 1 should have gone mad
in another moment if you had not come.
Listen to that babbling fool asking those
idiots silly questions. Would you believe
that he is the special detective sent down
from Scotland Yard to investigate
awful thing?”
The news by this eime bad been hin.’d
abroad, so that despite the early period of j
the hour and the unfrequented nature ot j
the path. Inspector Burley had collected
quite a little audience around himself.
•’Has he seen the road traversed by the
dog cart last night vet?” asked Miss Heron
in a low voice.
”No: he has stood gassing there for
quite ten minutes.”
"Well, send those men away, ar.d tel!
him that we are going to examine it. That
will bring him.”
Turnins sharply to the tardy emissary
But a Cyclone Struck Newspaper nml
Town in Consequence.
An old time printer had the floor, ar.d
tolil how he once had to elect a < ••n
gressman in order to collect a debt of $> ••
• You know that in those days." he said,
“one of us fellows that has a first-class
license lo travel could work at the case,
read proof, write a leader, sel-.t the mi— 1
cellany, furnish the local, make up the
forms and run off the Issue. I'd been
making the circuit by easy stages, living
lo suit myself, and seeing the world from
the surface to the depths.
"The wor>t employer l ran against was ;
up in the Northwest. H<- was bright
, rough, hut of the wild and woolly type,
and it was hard to round him u,» at the
office as often as once a week. He was
backing a certain candidate for i'ongr> -ss,
and iiad a sure thing. I had beeen •sto<«»
off so long with ord» rs on the bar, the
restaurant, the barber and the laundry
that I got hungry for cash and told thu
boss that ho must settle.
•'He tore around as if lie was the fellow
wronged, thr. atoned to r.,mo\e me. from
the earth, and notified mo that I was to
leave as soon as election was o\ < r.
• N,, use telling you l was mad clear
through. Two days before the election I
wa nt to the committbe managing the op
position candidate. I made a deal with
th. m to turn the paper right around, give
their m in a redhot indorsement and de
nounce our man in t*rms that wou.d
knock him outside the ropes. 1 was to
have $lm) for doing the writing, get tho
$C. due me and leave $•>".' for the boss.
"1 got the paper out and '.hen skedad
dled to escape the cyclone. It took the
State troops to maintain anything like
order the n*\t day. Th. paper was mob
bed. explanaory circulars were issued and
the whole country was scour.-1 tn search
of me. But th:- harm was done and 1 had
trade i Fongr. ss tt in order tc collect a
little bill.”—Df'rcit Free Press.
"So you won’t concede that woman
Is man's intellectual superior?
"No; not while she can’t drink a cup
of tea without sticking out her little
finger.”—Chicago Record.
On banks which face the sun,
Still shy in pretty doubt.
White violets have begun,
To look about.
The fresh winds gaily bring
The orchard's faint perfume,
And purple lilacs swing
Their feathery bloom.
Mrs. Humphry Ward does up verses
as neatly as siio does up prose. Of
late, however, she has given up the idea
of publishing her poetry in book form
and contents herself with serving it
t<> publication to be used and forgot
ten. Jamos Ptiyn estimates that in the
last free years Mrs. Ward has cleared
$2«ifl.000 in fiction alone, which was as
much as George Klliott made in her
lifetime; so it is no wonder that she
does not labor over rhymes. One of her
daintiest spring poems was on the wild
flower, in which she saw one of those
wonderful moral lessons taught in
"David Grieve:"
In the rank grass the dandelion
Lifteth its sturdy head,
While tended, doth the lily pine,
Its home a garden bed.
Mrs. Kate Douglas Wiggins, or "Miss
Kate" as she is railed in her Silver
street kindergarten in San Francisco,
writes verses while doing housework.
She is one of those versatile women who
ran dance a plantation breakdown for
you. If your ears are tired she soothes
them with a song of her own composi
tion. if it is your head that aches she
writes verses that tell of green hills far
away. Some of her best work has been
done on the spur of the moment. She is
the wife of a wealthy gentleman who
divides his time between London and
AmHie Rives, as her per name still
Is. though she is now an Italian prin
cess, made so much with her misce*
laneous j>ooms 'luring the two years she
wrote that, her father, a wealthy Vir
ginia plant-r nnd trader, put a stop to
the enormous sums paid her and de
clined to have her checks raised by the
publishers. It was too much for so
young and inexperienced a writter to
receive, he. said. Amelie Rives's spring
poems had all the touch of love in them
cioty writer because hhe i
be a woman of aristocrat if !.
has kept her place in go d *■ r<
writes, however, for money,
amusement, and has tun
muse to a considt ration > i '
sea grasses. She writes <
order, gets well paid f<
may truthfully be said t
out of May flowers.
Joiin Strange Winter
ing things up thorough 1 ■ ■
a dear friend of her gii
the magic of a well
She writes little thing
story without many "< ■:
I A rose all pc? 11 Idown
Down in the dusty -tr» • ’
A woman’s fa<<-, all lin< 1
Beholding it. grow
Oh, rose, hold thou that p
To tell of < ar’h's sweet s d,
A stop up an th tired way,
A seutinel from God!
Mary I’. Wilkens is said t
fu-ed ’■) writ * a four-line st;
••May” for $•">1 with ns min
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps W::*
$lo.000 for a "snappy” life
i Miss Wilkens gets $30 a
• May flower verses as rend.N
I accept a cent a word. Hh*
! them off with dizzy rat
country home, fifteen m
ton. and she is fast r*
Amelia Parr standpoint in r
she can write: “I can- o
you this spring, n >r t * o
the following April. ' '
takes me right, I wdl
rhyme for your May •
An uptown finishing
York decided Jo tall Mi
liver a series of talks
but the following day r
half the students scr.
upon slips of paper :•
"May” and "day.” “ray
the exclusion of other
which the faculty agn* '
resolution to call Mrs. P "
nature take her cour-*
dents in the matter of I ,,

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