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CHAPTER XVIII-Continued.
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iBut a moment later. as he tumrnm
from the shlelves 'f glass jars againi't
the wall, with the potion she had ask
ed for in his ihald. he tittered an ex
clamatlon: "For golshes' srke. Mls'"'
And, describlng this adventure to his
fellow boarders. that evennllg. "azggit"'
pretty near to the counter. she w:lsi."
he said "'F I hadn't been a Iright,
quick. ready-for-nythinhlg young fe!!:b
she'd 'a' flummlxed iplh0: I 1 as
watchln' her out the windlw- talkl'
to somue young s'iety fella. atil she
was all right then. She was all right
when she came in thIui store. tim. Yes.
sir; the prettiest girl that ever Iwalk
ed In our place and tusik line gust look
at me. I reckon It aust lie the truth
what some you town wags say abouti
my face!"
At that hour the heroine of the
susceptible clerk's romance was en
gaged In brightening the rosy little
coal fire under the white mantelplece
in her pretty white and bIlue boudolr.
Four photographs all framed in decor
ous plain silver went to the anthra
cite's fierce destruction-frames and
all-and three packets of letters and
notes In a charmIlg Florentine treas
Ore box of painted wood; nor was the
box. any more than the silver frames,
spared this rousing finish. Thrown
heartily upon live coal, the fine wood
sparkled forth in stars, then burst in
to an alarming blaze nIhich scorched
the white manrelpleee, but l.n'y stooe
and looked on without moving.
It was not Eugene who told her
what had happltuned at Isabel's door.
When she got hot;ne, she found Fanny
Mnafer watlling for her-a secret ex
cursion of F'unny's for the purpose, pre
sumably, of "letting out" again; be
cause that was what she dll. She told
Lucy everything (except her own In
mentable part in tile production of the
recent miseries) and concluded with
a tribute to George; "The worst of it
Sis, he thinks he's been such a hero,
and Isabel does, too. and that makes
him more than twice as awful. It's
been the same all h'~ life; everything
he did was noble and perfect. He had
a domineering nature to begin with,
and she let It go on, and fostered It
till It absolutely ruled her. I never
saw a plainer case of a person's fault
making them pay for having It! She.
goes about, overseting the packing
and prals:ng George and pretending to
be perfectly cheerful about what he's
ddbe. She pretends he did such a fine
thIag-so manly and protective-go
lag to Mrs. Johnson. And so heroic
doing what his 'principles' made hint
-even though he knew what it would
cost him with you! And all the while
It's almost killing her-what hb said
to your father! She's always been
lofty enough, so to speak, and had the
Sgreatest Idea of the Ambersons being.
superior to the rest of the world, andl
all that, but rudeness, or anything like
a 'sene.' or any bad manners-they
always just made her sick ! But she
could never see what George's man
sears were-oh, It's been a terrible
adlatli I ... It's golng to be a task
lar me, living In that big house. all
a es.; you must come and see me
iI mess after they've gone. of course.
p*4, e razy If I don't see something
Sd people. I'm sure you'll comne as
 i-L as you can. I know you too well
s." is think you'll be sensitive about corm
U a there, or being reminded of
SOsrge. Thank heaven you're too well
* lualaced." Miss Fanny concluded,
W ith a profound fervor, "you're to,
u algsaed to let anything affect
sply sabout that-that monkey!"
fiur photographs and the paint
tne box went to their crema
I-thi the same hour that Miss
wtlqe; and a little later Lucy
Ie father In, as he passed her
pt to the blackened area
Umrsalde of the mantelpiece.
Sburat heap upon the coal.
g metallIe shapes still re
LShe flung her arms
t In passionate sym
Mghim that she knew what
to him; and presently
' isfert her and managed
he sald. "I wasr too
Ilshmleaa to be getting
aubbed. "And if you
etmelf for-for
a Instant about
aiked himl the right
I-Me it "
agre with yea,"
, nd la his yes
i of aner that
,IBbk I agre with
totdo with
i: sa e tole
at e tek
1ptt r ti
-'e aert
nu aITri : llr at . [ll tlllla eflll% ITlt;O'~,e~(llj'qi n1' S
h boy, hit nevertlhe.ess did his best to
1 ."t hIirt hi iiself, keei-t ulg her t1"'iou any
Sth, -hook the picture out of her
e "r i'illCienantly, then eatl'le and siat
, ltftre her tire. nndl looked lIoni. anl
lopng at the blac:I'kenel' d nllnlltellpiete.
She did inot have the ninlltelpicee re
painted- ind, sincllh e siep hlid noit.
gr:iphs. (Onte forets whait tintlde the
sltir uil;on litII hland but not what llath'de
theil scar uplon his wall.
S. ... New faces appeared t the
dances of thei- winter; new faces had
bteen appearing everywhere, for that
litatter. atid familiar oniies wt'ere disap
pearing, merged in the increasingl.
crowd. or gone forever and missed at
little and not long: for the town was
growing and changing as It never hadI
grown and changed before.
It was heaving up in the lmiddle ln
credlbly : it was sprea:ding incredily :
and tas It heavedt and .spread. It be
fouled Itself and darkened Its sky.
You drove between pleasalnt fiellds and
wI (dlalnd groves one spring dty ; lund
In the iautunin. tssing over the' slinle
grotundi. you wetre warned toff the tracks
by an intertlurban trolley-car's gonll
In. andil beheld, beyond cement side
walks just dry. new house-owners busy
"moiving in." Gasoline anti electricity
were performing the miracles Euget'ne
hai predictld.
Bult the great cha:nle was in the
cillzenllry itself. Whalt was left of tihe
patriotic oldl-stock gteneration that had:l
fought the ('ivil war, ar.nd subsequently
contlrolled politics, had become vener
iable and was~ little heeded. What hap
Ipented to Boston and to Brroldway halp
I'-ne'd in degree to the Midland city;
the old stock became less and less typ
ical, and of the grown petplte who
called the place homle, less than a
third had beetn horn in It.
A new spirit of citizenship had al
ready sharply defined itself. It was
idealistic, and its ideals were ex
pressed In the new kind if young men
In business downtown. They were op
ti;:ists--optimists to the point of bel
ligerence-their motto being "oost !
Don't Knock !" And they were hus
tiers, believing in hustling and in hon
esty because both paid. They loved
their city and worked for it with a
plutonic energy whic'h was always cr
dently vocal. They were viciously gov
erned. but they sometimnes went so far
as to struggle for better government on
accountt of the helpful effect of good
government on the price of real estaqte
and "betterment" generally; the politi
citlns could not go too far with them.
anti knew it. The idealists planned and
strove and shouted that their city
should btecome a better, better, anti
better city-andti what they meant.
when they used the word "better," was
"mnore prosperous." and tilt' core of
their idealisit was this: "The more
prosperous my beloved city. the more
prosperous beloved 'I !"
These were had times for Amberson
addition. This quarter, already oldl. lay
within a mile of the center of the
town, hut business moved in other
directions; and the Addition's share of
Prosperity was only the smoke anti
dirt, with the bank credit left out. The
owners of the original big houses sold
them, or rented them to boarding-house
keepers, and the tenants of the multi
tude of small houses moved "farther
out" (where the smoke was thinner)
or Into apartment houses, which were
built by dozens now. Chealper tenants
took their places, and the rents were
lower and lower, and the houses shab
bier and shabbier-for all these shabby
houses, burning soft coal, did their
best to help In the destruction of their
own value. Distances had ceased to
matter.
The live new houses, built so closely
where had been the fine lawn of the
Amberson mansion, did not look new.
When they were a year old they looked
as old as they would ever look; and
two of them were vacant, having never
been rented, for the Major's mistake
bshout apartment houses had been a
disastrous one. "He guessed wrong."
(George Amberson aild. "He guessed
wrong at just the wrong time! People
were crazy for apartments-too hadl
he couldn't have seen it in time. Poor
man! he digs away at his ledgers by
his old gas drop-light lamp almost
every night-he still refuses to let the
Mansion be torn up for wiring, you
know. But he had one painful satis
faction this spring: he got his taxes
lowered.
Amberson laughed ruefully, and Fan
ay Mlnafer asked how the Major could
have managed such an economy. They
were sitting upon the veranda at Isa
bel'rs one evening during the third san
mer of the absence of their nephew
and his mother: and the conversation
had turned toward Amberson finances.
"I sid it was a 'painful satisfaction,'
PanJy," he explained. "The property
has gone down in value. and they as
sensed It lower than they did fifteen
years ago."
"But farther out-"
"Oh. yes. 'farther out!' Prices are
magnificent 'farther out.' and farther
ia, too2 We ust happep to he the
wreag spot. that's alL Not that I
dar't think somethlng coueald he done if
bhthet would let me have a hand; but
he won'L He can't, I suppose I ought
to say. Be's 'always done his own 4g
dagO.' he says; sad it's his Ilfelong
t 1 keep his abirsa and even his I
to htlaelf, and fgst hand as I
iae money. Heaven knows be's I
sioteh a thatr'
.~hre "eme t9be ro tmay ways e t
a a. mi mrys'" PIaany said
'D'e uday I hear ota 1
m e so has got hold
always
SCrealt deal In Ilanlluf:cturtring these
, things that iimotocr ears use-new-l inven
tI illS pi rtic litrly. I Ilet deatr old
F'rank BIronson the other day. and he
ttold hie--"
1 "()h, yes, even dear old Frank's got
I the fever," Arnilersn hIughed. "lie's
as wild as any of them. He told 111e
ollct I his invention lihe's gonlle into,
too. 'Millionsie n It !' Saome new ele'
trih headlight better than anything
yet-'every car in Atneriha cunt helpl
lbut have 'em,' and all that. 1He' putt
titg nalf he's laid by into it, aindl the
fact is hIe alImost talked mte into get
Iing father to 'tinance mle' enrtclllh for
lue to go Into it. P'oor father! he's
tinanccld Ine before ! I suppose he
would again if I had the heart to ask
him. At any rate I've been thinking
it over."
"Sco have I," F:nny admitted. "lie
seetlled to ble certain it would pay
twenty-five per cent the first year, aind
enlorlmously more after that; and I'm
only getting four on my little princi
pul. People are IImaking such enor
tious fortunes eout of everything to do
with mlotlorcars, It dloes seei as if--"
She pausel. "Well. I told him I'd
think It over seriously."
"We mayv turn out to lie partners
and millionire, then," Amberson
laulghed. "I thought I'd iisk Eugenle's
iiadvice."
"I wish you would." said Fanny. "lie
probably ktnows exile!ly how limuch
profit there wouctl le in this."
E:ugenle'i advice was to "go slow:"
It tlhoughlt electric lights for automno
Iiles were "cioaiing-somle day." blit
problally not until certailn difficulties
could be overcomlne. Altgetlher lie was I
dcliscouraging, but by this timtte his two
frienlds "Ihnl the fever" as thloru.hly
as old Frank lironse it himself had it;
for they had bleetn swith lronson to see
the light working beautifully in a mna
chine shop. "Perfect!" Funny cried.
"And if it worked in the shop it's
bo)unlld to work any place else. Isn't
it ?"
Eugene wouldl not Igrcte It was
"lcound to"-yet, being pressed. w:tls"
driven to adtnit hnht "It mI:ght." and I
retiring from what was developing In
to an oratorical contest, repeated II
tarning about not "putting too mu.chi
Into it."
(;George Amberson also laid stress on
caution later, though the Major hadl
"financed hins" agailn, and he was "go
ing In." "You lmutst be careful to leave
yourself a 'margin of safety.' Fanny,"
he said. You must hIe careful to leave
yourself encugh to fill back on, in I
case anything should go wrong."
Fanny deceived him. In the im- 1
posslble event of "anything going
wrong" she would have enough left
to "live on." she (leclared, and laughed
excitedly, for she was ha':ing the best
time that had colnme 'o her since WVI
bur's death. Like so nmany women for
whom money hai always been pro
vided without their understanding
how, she was prepared to be a thor
ough and irresponsihle plfnger.
Amberson, in his wearier way.
sharedl her excitement, and in the
winter, when the exploiting company
had been formed, and he brought
Fanny her Importantly engraved
shares of stock, he reverted to his pre- I
diction of possibilities, made when
they first spoke of the new light.
"We seem to be partners, all right,"
he laughed. "Now let's go ahead and
be mlllionaires before Isabel and young
George come home."
"When they come home!" she
echoed sorrowfully-and it was a
phrase which found an evasive echo
Int Isabel's letters. In these letters
Isabel was always pIl:nning pleasant
things that she and Fanny and the I
MaIjor and George and "broither
1
1
"The Property Has Gone Down in a
Value." a
George" would do-when she and her
son came homte. "They'll find things
pretty changed.l, m afraid." Fanny
sail. "If thley ever do come home!"
Amberson went over the next sum
mer anti joined his sister and nephew
in Paris. where they were lving. "isa
bel does want to come home," tie told
Fanny gravely on the dlay of his re
turn in October. "She's wanted to for c
a long while-and she ought to come I
while she can stand the journey.-"
And he awplified this statement, lear-y.
iag Fasay tooking startled and solema
whem Lc aesme by to drive him out t
to dimer at the new house Eugene b
bad mt ompleted.L
lie was loud in praise of the hiitaue
after Eugene arrived. andil gave ithemi
io ac('collunt of his joutirney until they
had retired front thel dinner tabile to
Eugene's lihrary. a gray andl silhvdowy
room, where their coffee was brought.
Then. equippedl with a cigar. which
seeted to occupy hli's attention. Atm
hersoin Sipoke in a casuallt tone oif his
sister and her son.
"I found Isabel as well as usual."
he said. "only I'tm afraid 'as usuaI'
isn't particulanrly well. Sydney and
Amelia had Ibeen up to 'aris in .the
slpring, but she hadn't seen them.
Soniehody told her they were there.
it seetms. They'd left Florence andl
swere living in tomnle: Amelial's becomlle
a ('atholle and is said to give geat
sains to charity anndto to ago aout with
the gentry in consequence, hnit Syd
ley's niling and lives In a wheel chair
most of the tilne. It struck mte Isahel
ought to he doing the sahne thing."
lie Ipaused, bestowing minute ctire
upon the removal of the little hand
fromt his cigar; and as he seemned to
have concluded his narrative Eugene
spoke out of the shadow ieyondl a
heavily sthadled latnmpi: "hat do you
mnean by that?" he asked quietly.
"Oh. she's cheerful enough," said
Amberson. still not looking alt either
his young hostess or her father. "At
least." he saul, "she rnlluges to sentll
so. I'mI afraid site basn't Ieen really
well for sever:l years. Of course she
makes nIlothing of It, buit it seemled
raithlir serious to ie wheiln I noticed
site had to stop anlll rest twice to
get illu one short flight of stairs in
their two-floor aplirtlnlent. I told her
I thought she ought to miake George
let her conite hioite."
"'Let her?'" Eugetne repeted in a
low voice. "Dores she want to?"
"She doesn't urge it. George sentms
to like the life there-in his gra:nd.
gloomiy and ipeciuliar way ; tand of
course she'll ntever chalnge aliiout lie
itg proud of him and all that--he's
quite a swell. lBut in spite of anything
site said. ratlher tihan biecouse, I know
she does indeed want to comell. `shed'
like to be with father, of course: and
I think she's-well, she intimatted one
day that she feared it might even hap
pen that she wouldn't get to see him
again. At the titte I thought she re
ferred to his age and feebleness, hut
on the boat coming lomnie I remtteln
hered the little look of wistfulness,
yet of resigtnation, with which she
salid it, and it struck me all at once
that I'd b'een mistaken: I stw she was
really thinking of her own state of
health."
"I see." Eugene said. his voice even
lower than it had bweR before. "Anti
you say he w -%et' er cote home?"
Amberson la@gghed, tint still contin
ued to he Interested in his cigar. "()h.
I dotn't think he uses force li He's very
genatte with her. I doubt if the sub
ject is mentioned between them, and
yet-and yet, knowing my interesting
nephew as you do, wouldn't you think
that was shout the way to put it?"
"Knowing him as I do-yes." said
Eugene slowly. "Yes, I should think
that was about the way to put it."
A murmur out of the shadows he
yond illn-a faint sound, mtusical and
feminine. yet expressive of a notable
intensity-- seemed to indicate that
Lucy was of the same opinion.
CHAPTER XIX.
"Let her" was correct; but the time
came-and it cattle in the spring of
the next year-when it was no longer
a question of Georgc's letting his
mnother come honme. He had to bring
her, and to bring her quickly if she
was to see her father again; and Am
herson hadl been right: her danger of
inever seeing him again lay not in the
Major's feebleness of heart hut in her
on n. As it was George telegraphed
his uncle to have a wheeled chuiJr at
the station, for the journtey had been
'dislstrous. atnd to this hybrid velhicle,
placed close to the car platformt. her
son curried her in his arms when she
arrived. She was unable to speak.
i tut Itatted her brother's andt Funny's
hands and looked "very sweet." Fanny
found the desperate courage to tell
hter. She was lifted fraomn the chtair
into a carritlge. and seemed a little
stronger as they drove hIome; for once
site took her hand from George's and
watved it feebly toward the carriage
window.
"Chanced." shite whispered. "So
changed."
"You mean the town," Amberson
said. "You mean the old place is
.changed. don't you. dear?"
She smiled and moved her lips:
"Yes."
"It'll change to a happier place, old
dear." he said. "now that you're back
in It, and going to get well agaain"
But she only looked at him wist
fully, her eyes a little fatiguel.
When the carriage stopped her son
carried her into the house and up the
stairs to her own room, where a nurse
was waiting; and he came out a mo
ment later. as the doctor went in. At
the end of tile hall 9 stricken group
was clustered: Amberson and Fanny
and the Major. George, deathly pale
and speechless, took his grandfather's
hand, but the old gentleman did not
seem to notice his action.
"When are they going to let me see
my daughter'" he asked querulously.
'They told me to keep out of the way
while they carried her In, because it
might upset her. I wish they'd let me
go in and speak to my daughter. 1
think she wants to see me."
He was right-presently the dpetor
came out anti beckoned to him, and the
Major shuffled forward. leatning on a
shaking cane; his figure, after all its
years of proud soldierliness, had
grown stooping- at last. and his un
trimmed white hair straggled over the
back of his collar. He looked old
old and divested of the world-as he
lit toward lhis daughter'ilitrs room. Her
voic'e wa stronger, for the wa:lting
groiup heard nit low cry of teinderness
iandil wel',ome tihe ild Illn reaclled
thte opetltn tldooirway. Then the dtlvir was
Getrge bet'ligan to pre the flIoor, tak
inig (are not to go near tlibel's litdr,
land that his footste'Is were uuiltiied by
the loig, tlick haill rug After ai while
ihe wenit toi where Amiiersion, with fold
t'ul ml'tiS md lhti wi.ed liehad, lhail setted+l
himiself near the front window. "Uncleh
"'Wel'I ?"
"h,l ily (God. I didn't think this
thing the mnutter wi hh her could ever
lie serious! I-" lie gaspedl. "When the
doctor I had meett us at tile bout-"
IHe culd not go on.
Alllbersoin onlllv Inodded hiIs head, andi
did not otherwise change his attitude.
. . . Isalel lived through the night.
At elieven o'clock F'lllnny cimne thlliidllyis
tI' (torge in liis rnlmn. "Eltgi.ni is
here." she whispered. "lHe's down
stairs. lie walllnts-" She gulped. "11'
wants to know if lie can't see her
I didn't know what to say. I said I'd
set'. I dltlln't know-thlle dtoctotr salid-"
"The doctor said we 'mlust keep' her
peIll'ceful.' " c:erge saii sharply. "I o
yoi think thait mal's ,co'ing would be
very soothllinlig? My God!i. if it hiadnt't
beeIn fr him this imightn't have hailp
like takinhg a st rtnger into her itorn !
Slithe llasn't even sie iken of him ii liltire
thia twice in :ill the iite we'vi' liºeet
awlay. l'esnit ihe knoiw ihow sick she.
Is? You tell him the doctor said she'
Fanny acquiesced tearfully. "I'll tell
him. I'll tell hiitl the doctor said slit
wll to ei kept Vt'"" quiet. I-I didi't
kntow-" And sit i pttelreid ol . tt
.In houir nlater Ithie inuirse apilpearelt
in George'"s doorway; she 'aile noltse
Iessly, and his biaik wais towarl heitr;
but lhe Julltp ii as ift hie had I i shlit,
iand hlis Jltw feill, lie so feared what
slie vas giing to s1ayl'.
"Slie walt to see you."
The ter:'iilted montih shut with tn dir(k
ind he noidded an followed her. but
she ri:intined oiutside his tatiher's
rtoi while he went ih.
Isalel's eyes were closed, tindii she
did not open thlemi or love lher aiiatld,
ibut slihe smiled and edged hetr h.iald
towart him las the sat hn a stol besidel
tihe' bed. li tiook that slender, cold t
'ti:ad and puilt it toI his cheek.
"Iarling, didlt you-get soleiiting to
eat ?" She coulmd only whispier slowly
inil wil dif tlculty. It was us .if Is
hiti herself were far away, and only
able to signal what she wanted to say.
"Yes., motilher." ta
"All you neetied?"
"Yes. mothter." al
Shel did ot speak again for a time; 1
then. "Are you sure you didln't-didn't t
catch cold--'omlinlg homie?"
"I'm all right, mother."
"That's good. It's sweet-it's t
sweet-" h
"What Is, mother darling?" t
"To feel-lay hand on your cheek. b
I-I can feel it." b
But this frightened him horribly-
that she seemed so glad she could feel
it, like a child proud of some miracu
lous seeming thing accomplished. It 0
frightened him so that he could not
t'peak, and he feared that she would a
know how he trembled; but she was.
unaware, and again was silent. Final- d
ly she spoke again:
"I wonder if-if Eugene and Lucy
know that we've come-home."
"I'm sure they do."
"Hlas he-asked about met "
"Yes, lie was here."
"Has he--gone?"
"Yes, mother."
She sighed faintly. "I'd like -"
"What. fmother?'" t
"d lIke to have-seen him." It was
audible, this little regretful munrmur.
Several minutes passed before there '
was another. "Just-Just once," she
whisplered, and thin was still.
She seemed to have fallen asleep, ri
and George moved to go, but a faint
pressure upon his fingers detained
him, and he remained, with her hand
still pressed against hIs cheek. After
a while he made sure she was asleep,
and moved again, to let the nurse h
come in, and thins tlme there was no
pressur e of the flngers to keep hinm.
She was not asleep, but, thinking thai
if he went he migh get some rest, anda
be better prepared for what she knew
was coming, she commanded those
longing fingers of hers-and let him
go.
He found the doctor standing with
the nurse In the hall; and, telling
them that his mother was drowsing
now, George went back to his .own
room, where he was startled to find
his grandfather lying on the bed, and A
his uncle leanIng against the wall.
They had gone home two hours before,
and he did not know they had return
ed.
"T'he doctor thought we'd better i
come over," Ambersen said, then was
silent, and George, shaking violently, h
sat down on the edge of the bed. His
shaking continued, and from time to t
time he wlped heavy sweat from bhi3 r
forehead. hi
The hours passed, and sometimes ol
the old man upon the bed would snore
a little, stop suddenly, and move as If si
to rise, but George Amberson would hi
set n hand upon his shoulder, and ji
murmur a reassuring word or two. di
Once George gasped defiantly: hi
"That doctor in New York said she m
might get better! Don't you know he el
did? Don't you know he said she al
might ?" E
Amberson made no answer.
Dawn had been murking throung
the smoky windows, growing strong
er for half an hour. when both me t,
started violently at a sound in the t
hall; -nd the Masjor Mt up em the bid, hi
It \'ns the wI'e ,of tle Ieiurse speaiking
to 1'uanny 11inl fer, rai l tilt, next inlt
niefnt Flulny appearedi, in f llit d]1"orVl1W
Illllkin contoll rttedi eIll'lfforts 1to spea'k.
Amlber.on said us ;kly: "Does s)lt,
W1 int Ils--to (' 4.l' ill."
Ilut i"-u1t1y f'ou I her votce., nid lit
tere4i a hInim. I1u111 c-ry. She threw hivr
111r11 u il11no1 t ii(;4e4r.e. 11141 m,1110,h,.- ii n s
afl, y 4o4 l1`. ": 11e1 4r*l 1j4l l)l4'5 - l:
"S'h"1 Ii ve'I 34,1u:" Ale 1 :iletd. "Shlt,
liovld you!. She ltovt i' ytl :11 Ili, 11i.,
she ' dill Ilt, Ill i
I5ih1 l il31d jusIl.t left them.
r ljior A bIeI'r's on rI'r nl: ed 'I(! dry- 'yt'r
thIll'Llh the1 tillde that i tol'o1\\" I: h'
43da1iht1, r 1\\.1111 it- hIe rt 11111 it ii
Nt'IIe ar Ii Ili44 14'1ih !a IIplI 0 144' , t41 it \:\1
the IIlIg one. lie Iworkelid at11 his
I1edger no '4""re under hils old1 404"
stairingr: l t tll , re, 'i n his bedri t llir .
and no1 t spea'kilng unless l'. o ln'lui' :ltk
e'll hhil I 4ilu"stion1. lie ee'm'I 'ed almosthl
unaware of Iwhllat wilt on around h4:1.
hili lIaze4'd I} Isail.'l's dea1th, gulessinL
that he was ll st in retmllliniscences dll
.l :la. ' *u1re3'4lms. "'l'rolt lly his min is
furl of pi't0i lres .if his south, or the
Civil war, land the dlays whenl lite 1n)4
nmother Wore, y4oung, ma1rried l.ieple,
and iall o1 f us i e'lildret weire jolly little
things-anlti the city \las a small townl
with one ,bhbled street and the lothers,
jllust irt rya:lis ith oalrd s4idewalki."
ThiIs wa ioerl.ge Amilitrso.n's eitmj'
ureI. nd the olthers agreed; but theyll
wevtre mistal kent. ''The M.ir %%'ll 4n
A Low Cry of Tenderness.
:geld in the Jerofoun21d'est thinlking of
ever abs.orbed hi could compare Inr
Il(olIle toll tness with the Ml.s 1lth
alb1orhed4 hits nowl, for he ha1il to pjlan
hoiwi ti elnter the unknown e1 ('11ntry
where hlie was Itll etven sure o~f leing
rellcognizeti as ar At'berso-IInot sure
o(f II1yt hilng. except that Isabel would
help hlimn if she co'uldi. The Major wEll
occuplied wilh the first really impor
tant matter that hadll tllkn his tttl
tion sille he clene ill-me invllided. af.
ter the (;ettysburg e3lIlmpa:ign, and
went into sne.'ss, nid he realized
that everything which had worried
himl or delighted him (hduring this life
timie between then iand todaly-all his
buying and building and trading and
banking-that it all was trifling andl
waste beside what concerned him now.
Meanwhile, the life of the little be
reft graup still ferlornly centering up
on him hegan to pick up again. as life
will, and to emerge from its own peri
od of dazedness. It was not Isabel's
fater buthe bter son who was really
dazed.
(TO BE CONTINIU1D.I
WHERE BEDS ARE UNKNOWN
Residents of Merid, Yucatan, Enjoy
Repose in Hammocks Which May
Be Slung Anywhere.
In Merida. Yucaltan. the majority of
the people do not use beds, in fact
very few of them have even seen one.
They sleep in hammocks, which are
swung across the rooms at night and
with no fuss of thedmaking; the per
son just goes to bed and is gently
rocked to sleep by any passing breeze.
The climate ais so hot that it lis only
during the months of January and
February that a light sheet may be
required as covering.
These hammocks are usually made
by the mother of the famity, writes
Lilly deG. Osborn. In St. Nlicholas, and
consist of thread, more or less fOe.
woven together on great frames with
a kind of shuttle or needle. Some of
the designs are wonderfully intricate
and the colors beautifully blended. I
saw one very large one, made in the
colors of the United States flag, which
was to be sent up to the United States
for a gift. It was certainly a work of
art. made of the very finest mercerized
thread; and yet the hammock could
easily support a weight of 300 pounds.
A servant always brings his or her
own hammock, which Is very conven
er.t.
Joy in Conquest.
Life's master-key des' for its po.
tassor what Is Impossible to those who
do not have It. No future is too for
hiddlng for men of the right mental
filbr to tear. 1Weaklings falter and
turn back. Men of talent turned to
right channels delight in nleeting what
has brought failure to tile many. It
offers to them a chance to try the rentl
ly hard things. They alone test the
skill and prove the mnettle. Such mn,-n
bring wealth out of defeat, and re
joice In the strugle. It's no won
der they step forward and try what
has brought failure to others. It's the
mental sense of conqetll.t that crown"
effort with success and makes marnt:
king in the world. It's your right.
Exchange.
One's Too Many Sometimes.
"If we had t'o heads" remarked
the man on th .-tar. "we'd have mre'
trouble getting them to track than tre
have with our feet"--Toledo Balde.
I
Remember-it's t
cloth in your
that gives the wed
The only way totgd l
OVERALLSU
and
COVERALLS
ou buy are made -of
Stifel's indigo-t&
lastong, fast-olorcldat
positively willotbrea
print-is to I
for this trad
on the back of the
side the garments.
Dealers everywhemr
ments ofStifel landigo.
are makers of the dolt
J. L. STIFEL & SOIS
Indae Ora. Me wl
Wheeling.,W. V.
C260 (Cwc S.
N. Y.
EAST NOW TO Mll
AND CUT DOWl
()nly one tnn., or even a IM,
the improvted O(ttawa Englne
can easily (ut twenty-five i
cords a day. and at a cost elda
2c per cord. This nmachine, wiite
does all oithers. has a heavy, uer
salw driuen by "i powerful
designed 4-cyhle g.asoline eglll,
a fast money-mlaker for thus
and does mIlor than ten asm
either lttina ldown trees,
or hbuzzing Ihr inche+ whilt p
Whllen not sa~wing, the engla
used for other work requi.d _
The entire machine Is
truck wheels. to make it eaO
to tihe trees or logs. and
cut on a log without t
cine. For moving on the
truck wheels are placed
the skids and the rig hal
ahead. The wheels tiara M
way spindle. You do not hg
them off, but can change
wheel travel by merely
pin.
The Ottawa can be Itle
ing down trees. It eia
surface of ground, thetll
the timber and leaWbla U
stlcklng up. An ademil
clutch stops the saw la eR
restistance. Two mea la
to fifty trees a day Ia
The whole outfit is
durable agalnst a IfethL -
wear. It sells for a l
fully guaranteed for
tion in the hands of ,Ur MS
trees to cut down and ligs i
Full Informatlon Iad I'
price to you can be lid
dressine the Ottawlla MI
2724 Wood St., Ottawa. m -1
The Time for _L
"We ran over a ild _
othler night."
"Was he glad to see W IP
"Indeedl he was. VhI
far enough out from in i
mobile."
HURRY! YOUR HAIR
NEEDS
ea rid of meve bit *
danndr" and
Ing hole.
To stop falllng bait at
the scalp of every partlde J
get a small bottle of
any dtrig or toilet eomtl -
cents. ,,our a little in 7i
rub well into the scalp.
applications apl1 dandrif
and hair stolls coming Oat
In your head soon shows M ,
brlghtnes., thiekness 51
-Adv.
Sounds Like Chil
"ViWllh \:, sh. -
"st : l it ir I':. ti' h. i
Night
_ .v Mornini
SeepY'our
:earns - CI S*
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