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in hls h , art. sa V, a '"t ' li at, i. r J
And a f.w l,."s nl hiI . i i r
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less by a n fi a n th,, hr.l, ",  - I
limust ha e y .-i a j jl,.t t.,, r. e
A N-w .,r.,y man m l:m d ,I to h:oV' h
invniit id a s.:itl lls ' coa;t :tI 1:'. 4 p.-lt P
of a dra.il. It soul i-.s lih - ',i".
A St. I)uis newspapll.rman bTought s
twelve engagemein nt rings in one year. 5
Perhaps lihe bllieved It advertising. "
Hereafter, when dinner is late, '
don't be too quick to blame wife or ii
cook. Perhaps it was the postman.
A French scientist says nlen get i
bald because they eat too much. Then p
why is it that a dyspeptic usually is d
Paris husband who suspected his C
-wife of infidelity, cut off her rose, To
keep her from nosing around, no '
Pittsburg burglar fleeing with plun
der was captured by a imaill boy with
a toy pistol. It's the little things that
A Texas undertaker has contracted
to bury the county paupers at % cent
each. Doing the work at pauper's
Inventing a "cure" for tuberculosis
seems to be a heap easier than con
vlacing other specialists you have
done Ir
A natu st says that lobsters are t
becoming e. tinct. But, then, of course, .
naturalists do not hang out along b
Broadway. P
Chicago violinist attacked a burglar,
rendered him unconscious, and turned
him over to the police. Wonder what
he played?
SMoving picture theaters are proving
immensely popular in Mexico. Prob
ably those western and Mexican films
manufactured on Long island are
phown to the surprise of the natives.
I The Chinese have adopted our calen
dar. It would not be at all surprising
In the oriental rush for occidental re
forms to hear of the Celestials falling
eager victims to the trading-stamp
IA Due de MalatMerte, who Is also
L.e Comte Curll dl Mombercalli, was
halted by federal a ners because
of a swollen face. After he had dies
gorged his names he was allowed
to enter the country.
A $,0 ' aered.tn En'lqn~,
for the best mine lamp ha, been di-
vided between nine inventors.. Sounds
like a joke.
A Mississippi man has named all
his daughters after flowers. Be all
tight if they don't fade before they
ere marred.
A Pittsburgh criminal got out of
prison with no other aid than a but
ton hook. A woman could have done
it with a hairpin.
A San Franctseco doctor replaced a
dog's knee joint with a silver, diamond
studded hinge. Now watch the dog
catchers get busy.
"Mie. Bernhardt is an artist" re
marks one critic, "and can play any
role except Falstaff." It would be
mighty intereeting to see her doingl lit
tle Eva, wouldn't it?
Automobiles killed 142 persons in
New York during 1912, while wagons
killed 172 people. Which only goes to
show that New Yorkers are more ex
pert dodging automobles.
D·aish professor says that tears are
antiseptic and destroy microbe. An
laswer to: "Tears, idle tears. I know
not what they mean."
Kansas State college has a course
to teach 1,000 girl students how to
he good wives. Positloa are not us'
ateeod graduates, however.
Gentlemen and ladles who acquire
ehilbleaas through exclusive devotion
to semi-trasparent silk hose have
theelves to thank for snkequent
As applicant for etisenshlp said he
eold not support both his wife and
,he Costittutio. On the gallatry
j be was denied his papers
A P6itddelphst woman has diseov
er- d that ab hos as treable with in
-., md whlle sleepag is a eoa. Most
pgge i eold preler Laeomnla
- - -Mew ?ue diOer thrashed a watter
SLMbe atlregarding the sajl
ii Ie aIstaee where both
I0 r dmg" that was bau
What's In a Name?
To ros-,s two distinctly alien red
corpu,l,,s in orn,'s blood, metaphor
ically if not in fact, two characters or
individualities under one epidermis.
is, in most cases, a pvcunliar disadvan
tage. (On. hears of sctFndrels and
saints stri ing to consumeIi one an
o'her in onre bhl . a;::.ls and har
pies; but ot' rIn,.s. qutoe the contrary
to Leinsiz ' in . 1.cs.t tite w arrting
temIeralrrn :- t ar. ,, a man's ulti
maF h!, :: a in the case of
Geor,e 1' .1\ Jo; i . , f Morttiin:.r &
Jone., ' " a ' rtt rolitti: (n O)iental
rug anii +i;: , : a. v, all of which
has a , i  eaonor ,us sound.
Gf.or ,e ". di l.  wltiin himself.
Thif 1."" tt,: I: ot have confessed
event ino :'t, trus'ed if battered ear
of the Ec ti'-r:!:: .!- nx. There was,
however, rn tnIenl-antgell sparrinlg for
points In t;, urge's soul. The difficulty
might be se.t forth in this manner:
On one side stoodl inherent common
sense; on the other, a boundless, ro
seate imngination which was like
wise inherent -a kind of quixote imag
Ination of suitable modern pattern.
This alter ego terrified him whenever
it raised its strangely beautiful head
and shouldered aside his guardian
angel (for that's what common sense
is, argue to what end you will) and
pleaded in that luminous rhetoric un
der the spell of which our old friend
Sancho often fell asleep.
P. A., as they called him behind the
counters, was but twenty-eight, and it
he was vice-president in his late fa
ther's shoes he didn't wabble round
in them to any great extent. In a
crowd be was not noticeable; be
didn't stand head and shoulders above
his fellow-men, nor would he have
been mistaken by near-sighted per
sond, the myopest for the Vatican's
Apollo in the flesh. He was of m
dium height, beardless, slender, but
tough and wiry and enduring. ion
i may see his prototype on the streets
a dozen times a day, and you ma?
also pass him without turning round
for 1 second view. Yokng men like
P. A. must be intimately known to
be admired; you did not throw your
arm across his neck, first-of. His
hair was brown and closely clipped
about a head that would have gained
the attention of the phrenologist, if
not that of the casual passer-by. His
bumps, in the phraseology of that
scienoe, were good ones. For the rest,
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e Haunte the Romantic art of th Globe; He Wa Romanti.
He Haunted the Romantic Quarters of the Globe; He Was Romantic.
he observed the world through a pair
of kindly, shy. blue eyes,
Young girls, myopl through igno
rance or silliness, seeing nothing be
yond what the eyes see. seldom gave
him a second inspection; for he did
not know how to make himself at
tractive, and was mortally afraid of
the opposite, or opposing se. He
could bullyrag a sheik out of his cam
els' saddle-bags, but petticoats and
lace parasols and small Oxfords had
the same effect upon him that the
prodding stick of a small boy has
upon a retlring turtle. But many a
worldly-wise woman, drawing out with
tact and ludness the truly beautiful
thoughts ot 'his young man's soul.
sadly demanded of fate why a sqeet,
clean boy like this one had not Ibeen
sent to her in her youth. You see,
the worldly-wise woman
it is invariably the lay-tgure
Prince Charming that a
rtes, and that matrimony is
man's buff in grown-ups.
Many of us lay the blame
pareats. We shift the burdem
dering why we have this fa
lack that grace to the sh e t
eaour immediate forbears. We ge to
the olee each mon=ag denying that
we bave any mesponsblkity; we let
the boes de the worrying But George
never vent prospectliag i Ms sal foar
say s*eh dies phileaophy. He was
.ratetrl for saving bad so beaetltm
a mother; proud of having had so
honest a sire; and if either of them
had endued him with false weights he
did his best to even up the balance.
The mother had been as romantic
as any heroine out of `Mrs. ItRadliff's
novels. while the father had owned
to as much romanlce as one generally
finds in a thorough businers man.
which Is practically none at all. The
very name itself is a bulwark against
the intrusions of romance. One can
not lift the imalrnnation to th' pro
pet o(f picturing a Jones in rutll s
and hlchhoots, pinklna a varlet in the
mhiriff. It smr Ils of s'igar-l rrels and
cotton-bales, of steamnshipa and rail
roads, of stolid routine in tie ot-fle
and of placid concern over the daily
.news utlnder the &vyeniing lamp.
.Mrs. June.s, lovly,.lettered yet not
worldly, had dr(amed of her loy,
avced and decorated, marrying the
nost distincuished w,)loman in all Eu
rope, whn.oever she might be. Mr.
Jones had had no dreams at all, and
had put the boy to nork in the ship
ping department a little while after
the college threshold had been crossed.
outward bound. The mother, while
sweet and gentle, had a will, iron un
der velvet, and when she held out for
Percival Algernon and a decent knowl
edge of modern languages, the old
man agreed if, on the other hand,
the boy's first name should be George
and that he should learn the business
from the cellar up. There were sev
eral tilts over the matter, but at
length a truce was declared. It was
agreed that the boy himself ought to
have a word to say upon a subject
which concerned him more vitally
than any one else. So, at the age of
fifteen, when he was starting off for
preparatory school, he was advised
to choose for himself. He was an obe
dient son, adoring his mother and idol
izing his father. He wrote himself
down as George Percival Algernon
Jones, promised to become a linguist
and to learn the rug business from
the cellar up. On the face of it, it
looke4 like A big job; It all depended
upon the boy.
The first day at school his misery
began. He had signed himself as
George P. A. Jones, no small diplo
macy for a lad; but the two initials,
standing up like dismantled pines i.1
the midst of uninteresting landscape,
roused the curiosity of his school
mates. Boys are boys the world over,
and possess a finesse in cruelty that
only Indians can match; and it did
not take them long to unearth the fa
tal secret. For three years he was
Percy Algy. and not only the boys
laughed, but the pretty girls snig
gered. Many a time he had returned
to his dormitory decorated (not in
accord with the fond hopes of his
mother) with a swollen ear, or a
ruddy proboscis, or a green-brown
eye. There was a limit, and when
they stepped over that, why, he pro
oeeded to the best of his ability to
solve the dificulty with his Asts.
George was no milksop; but Percival
Algernon would have been the Old
Man of the Sea on broader shoulders
than his. He dimly realised that had
he been named George Henry William
Jones his sun would have been many
diameters larger. There was a splen
did quality of pluck under his appar
ent timidity, and he stuck doggedly
to it. He never wrote home and com
plained. What was good enough for
mother was good enough for him.
seemed Just an ordinary matter
routine for him to pick up French
and German verbs. He was far from
being brilliant, but he was senidtive
sad his memory was sound. Since
his mothers ambition was to eoe him
an accomplished linguist, he applied
himself to the task as if everything
it the world depended upon it, Just
as he knew that when the time came
be would apply himself as thoroughly
to the question et rp p
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tra , sur Iri~r I i f, r lo n ; ,; ut i n •
of the Go{,- 1 (;r oil, :rd ri,, t. dr more
roa ds ) to t.,.' . t, I j tt1, •. ir t io }tome.
ting it:ii pioag .'. wl traos tI,.e Holy
bunch of hay hanging bsfore olmdn I)oh
bin's n,(. Neverct rhletss, Gcorge gal
loped his fancies wtth loose rein. lie
haunted romance, ,urrowed and
Splowed for It; and n.ever his spade
clanged musically against the hidden
treasure, never a forlorn beauty in
distress, not so much as chapter one
of the Golden Book offered its daz
zling first page. George lost some con
Two or three times a woman looked t
into the young man's mind, and in his
guilelessness they effected sundry
holes in his letter of credit, but left
his soul singularly untouched. The
red corpuscle, his father's gift, though
it lay dormant, subconsciously erected
barriers. He was innocent, but he was
no fool. That one year taught him
tie lesson, rather cheaply, too. If
there was any romance in life, it came
uninvited, and if courted and sought
was as quick on the wing as that erst
while poesy must.
The year passed, and while he bad
not wholly given up the quest, the
practical George agreed with the ro
mantic Percival to s.felve it indefi
nitely. He returned to New York
with thIrty-two pounds sterling out ob
the original thousand, a fact that reju
venated his paternal parent by some
ten years.
"Jane, that boy is all right. Perci
val Algernon could not kill a boy like
"Do you mean to infer that It ever
could?" Sometimes a qualm wrinkled
her conscience. Her mother's heart
told her that her son ought not to be
shy and bashful, that it was not In
the nature of his blood to suspect
ridicule where there was none. Per
haps she had handicapped him with
those names; but it was too late now
to admit of this, and useless, since
it would not have remedied the evil.
Jones hemmed and hawed for a
space. "No," he answered; "but I
was afraid he might try to live up
to it; and no Percival Algernon who
lived up to it could put his nose down
to a Shah Abbas and tell how many
knots it had to the square inch. I'll
start him in on the job tomorrow."
Whereupor the mother sat back
dreamily. Now, where was the girl
worthy of her boy? Monumental ques
tion. besetting every mother, from Eve
down, Eve, whose trials in this direc
tion must have been heartrendingm!
George left the cellar in due time,
and after that he went up the ladder
in bounds, on his own merit, mind
you, for his father never stirred a
hand to boost him. He took the in
terest in rugs that turns a buyer into
a collector; it became a fascinating
pleasure rather than a business. He
became invaluable to the house, and
acquired some fame as a judge and
an appraiser. When the chief-buyer
retired George was given the position.
with an itinerary that carried him half
way round the planet once a year, to
Greece, Turkey, Persia, Arabia, and
India, the lands of the genii and the
bottles, of arabesques, of temples and
tombs, of many-colored turbans and
flowing robes and distracting tongues.
ne walked and always in a kind of
mental enchantment
The suave and elusive Oriental.
with his sharp practicesr, found his
match in this pleasant young man,
who knew the history of the very
wools and cottons and silks woven
In a rug or carpet. So George pros.
peaed. became know in srtrange
places, by strange peobles; and saw
I romance, light of foot and eager of
eye, pass and repass; learned that
romance did not essentially mean fall
ing in love or rescuing maidens from
burning houses an4 wrecks; that, on
the contrary, true romance was kalei
dorscopic, having more brilliant facets
than a diamond; and that the man
who begins with nothing and ends
I with something tis more wonderful
I than any excursion recounted by Sin
s bad or any tale by Scheherazade. But
I he still hoped that the iridescent god
s dess would some day touch his ahoul
r der and lead him into that mase of
, romance so peculiar to his own fancy.
And then into this little world of
Sbusiness and pleasure came death
and death again, leaving him alone
r and with a twisted heart. Riches
L mattered little, and the sounding title
rof vice-president still less. It was
k with a distinct shock that he realised
a the mother and the father had been
* with him so long that he had forgot
tea to make other friends. From.
a one thing to another he turned in
d hope to soothe the smart, to heal the
wound; and after a time he drifted,
tla all shy, intelligent sad imaginative
e men drift who ale friendless, into the
y silent and intimate comradeship of in
animate thlngs, such as Jewels. ivories,
old meitas, rare woods and ancient
': 1' a h . t , fl- t , r H" [ I m t. 1,r ,oi
.' v I:l. i t a n', 't. the r I' -o , f : "I -ir "tt i
in Inaro. A hook lay idly upon his
krinevs. It was one (f t hose yarns
in which somiething was haplplening
every other minute. As adv'nritures
,io, George had never had a real 'ione
in all his twenty-eight years, and he
believed that fate had treated him
rather shabbily. He didn't quite ap
preciate her reserve. No matter how
late he wandered through the mysteri
ous bazaars, either here in Egypt or
over yonder in India, nothing ever be
fell more exciting than an argument
with a carriage-driver. He never car
ried small-arms, for he woild not
have known how to use them. The
only deadly things in his hands were
bass-rods and tennis-racquets. No,
nothing ever happened to him; yet
he never met a man in a slip's smoke
room who hadn't run the gamut of
thrilling experiences. As George
wasn't a liar himself, he believed all
he saw and most of what he heard.
Well, here he was, eight-and-twenty,
a pocket full of money, a heart full
of life, and as hopeless an outlook, so
far as romance and adventure were
concerned, as an old maid in a New
England s illage.
"George, you old fool, what's the
use?" he thought "What's the use
of a desire that never goes in a
straight line, but always round and
round in a circle?"
He thrust aside his grievance and
surrendered to the never-ending won
der of the Egyptian sunset; the Nile
feluccas, riding upon perfect reflec
tions; the date-palms, black and mo
tionless against the translucent blue
of the sky; the amethystine prisms of
the Pyramids, and the deepening gold
of the desert's brim. He loved the
Orient, always so new, always so
strange, yet ever so old and familiar.
A carriage stopped in front, and his
gaze naturally shifted. There is cease
less attraction in speculatfng about
new-comers in a hotel, what they are,
what they do, where they come from.
and where they are going. A fine
elderly man of fifty got out. In the
square set of his shoulders, the flow
ing white mustache and imperial,
there was a suggestion of militarism.
He was immediately followed by a
young woman of twenty, certainly not
over that age. George sighed wist
fully. He envied those polo-players
and gentleman-riders and bridge-e
perts who were stopping at the hoteL
It wouldn't be an hour after dinner
before some one of them found out who
she was and spoke to her in that easy
style which he concluded must be a
gift rather than an accomplishment
You mustn't suppose for a minute that
George wasn't well-born and well-bred,
simply because his name was Jones.
Many a Fitz-Hugh Maurice or Hugh
Fitz-Maurice might have been- But,
no matter. He knew instinctively.
then, what elegance was when he saw
it, and this girl was elegant, in dress,
in movement. He rather, liked the
pallor of her skin, which hinted that
she wasn't one of those athletic girls
who bounced in and out of the din
ing-room, talking loudly and smoking
cigarettes and playing bridge for six
penny points. She was tall. He was
sure that her eyes were on the level
with his own. The grey veil that
drooped from the rim of her simple
Leghorn hat to the tip of her nose ob
scured her eyes, so he could not know
that they were large and brown and
Sindefinably sad. They spoke not of
a weariness of travel, but of a wearit
SBound to Exernfluence
Effects of the Passion of Sympathy,
No Matter on. What Object
It is Lavished.
It is by the passion of sympathy
that we enter into the concerns of
others; that we are moved as they
are moved, and are never suffered to
be indifferent spectators of almost
anything which men can do or suffer.
For sympathy must be considered as
a sort of substitution, by which we
are put into the place of another man.
and affected in a good measure as he
is affected; so that this passion
may either partake of the nature of
those which regard self-preservation,
and turning upon Pain may be a
source of the sublime; or it may turn
upon ideas of pleasure, and then,
whatever has been said of the social
affections, whether they regard soci
ety in general, or only some partle
ular modes of it, may be applicable
It is by this principle chiefly that
poetry, painting and other affeetting
arts transfuse their passion from one
breast to another, and are often cap.
Sable of gratins a delight on wrote

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caldnl Ii >nd, h' Iotadt a nlot -sllt
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ald 'tried up, t tlurn to ixorin's ait
eta'ls ai:l ;,r'tils -'' ''lt S ut whens
a fe-'llt'w's young V . l cnt shake
Meata, nor eehn rc hl-.a nlrh-nt with
aa Mandarins ring, n ar yet conide oys
oand Ills Into asket of ranire amer
alds; Indeedr they do hut 'mphaslze
a dog; but one can not ca(rry a dogh
half way round the world ant hack, at I
least not with confore, Wohat with
all these new-fanghd uearantinhe laws,
duties, anti fussy sit s' ofaiers who
wouldn't let you keep thel anlilal In
your state-room, traveling with a four
footed friend was almost an impossi
bility. To be sure, women with
poodles. . . . And then, there was
Thi W Ele I
This Girl Was Elegant, in Dress, in /1
the bitter of acid In the lnowledge
that no one ever came up to him and
slapped him on the shoulder with a
"Hel-lo, Georgie, old sport; what's the
good word?" for the simple fact that
his shoulder was always bristling with
spikes, born of the fear that some one
was making fun of him.
edn isery and death itself. It is
a coi observation that objects in
the ty which would shock, are,
in t al and such like representa
tilon We source of a very high spe
cies pleasure. This, taken as a
fact. s been the cause of much rea
soning. This satisfaction has been
commonly attributed, first, to the com
fort we receive in considering that
so melancholy a story is no more than
a fiction; and next, the contempla
tion of our own freedom from evils
we see represented. I am afraid it is
a practice much too common, in ln
quiries of this nature, to attribute
the cause of feelings which merely
arise from the mechanical structures
of our bodies, or from the natural
from or constitution of our minds, to
certain conclusions of the reasoning
faculty on the objects presented to
us; for I have some reason to appro
hend that the Influence of reason in
producing our passions is nothting
near so extensive as is commonly be.
lieved.-Edmund Burke.
First Encyclopedls.
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half after six th grntle
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issei his boat.
A ese days an "rncyclo
tlny's "Natural Ifistory."
. a very high authority
s "`. Middle Ages. is really
edo " production and well do
e that for so many ages
Pliny, who died in 79
a naturalist, a physician
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