CHAPTER XIII. (Contlnned.)
"His plans!" ahe echoed, with a low,
fritter laugh. "His plans last only as
long as his money. If that fails him, if
fortune continues to turn its fide
against him, how long am I safe?
How can I describe to you the ineffa
ble torture of the moment in the
square, when I lifted my eyes and met
"his, fixed in pondering, triumphant re-
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Her pallor deepened as she put the
Question. The maji dropped his hold
"Yes, I used it," he said, doggedly,
"and—and I had to indorse
through a Jealousy
which may prove fatal to us both. I
am not a candidate for matrimony, be
lieve me but not every one takes or
ders who prepares himself to do so.
By Prances Warner Walker.
•cognition, upon my face? I wake now await ner tnan to Deeome nis wire,
the 'darkness. I fear to go out lest I
anay meet him. I fear to stay at home,
lest he. may force himself upon me, and
yet, I must lock the horrid secret of his
existence in my breast, and smile, and
laugh, and let no one suspect the bur
den that I bear. Ah, when I remem
ber that that man is alive, and that
the shadow of the old life hovers over
tne, I'can't bear it—I can't bear it!"
All this time he had made no effort
to stop her hurried utterances. Not
once had her voice risen above its low
monotone, but it sounded like a wall
of agony. The long repression she had
I been forced to sustain now revenged
itself, tbien she paused, he spoke:
"Courage, Helen!" he whispered and
then he lifted the hands he so tightly
held to his lips. "Look at me, my girl!
We both are saved! Money will buy.
Tom Windom's soul, if he has one. It
certainly will buy his body. If he re
turns, we will purchase his silence, as
we bought it now. He is too wise to
kill the goose that lays the golden egg.
What has io gain by exposing you?"
"You dou't know him as I do, Har
vev. He'll do it, when the devil gets
ia him, just to see me suffer, to watch
•e writhe under the torture! Besides,
where is more money to come from.
Tou used the signature, Harvey?"
in the night and start with, horror, ex- (ter all, with money in his' possession,^
pecting to see him staring at me out of he could turn out an Honest man.
name, Helen, on the back. I hoped to
get it through without that. It will be
an ugly witness against me when tne
three months are up,
"Unless what?" she asked.
And, intuitively, she braced herseir
foe some new confession of infamy.
"Unless, between us," he answered,
"we can get Grace Hawthorne In our
Silence followed his last speech—si
the woman broke but
there was a new tone, and a new pain
in her voice as she spoke.
"What do you mean?" she said.
"Speak plainly. My brain is not Clear
enough to guess at riddles."
"I mean what I have said," he retort
ed. "Perhaps in my own brain the way
to the end is not quite clear: but the
end is plain enough. Grace Hawthorne
refused me. Tou know that. Well, she
^..must be made to accept me."
"And to make her your
wl"h my help? Sooner than that—
"Hush, Helen!" he
"You might say what we would both
res-ret. I said to accept me. I did not
Bay to ratify that acceptance. Do you,
indeed, love me so well, Helen, that,
possessing all my heart, you will not
let me give an empty shell to any oth
"I love you so well, Harvey," she
whispered, "that there are momenta
1 when I hate you. Can you understand
such love as that?"
•Perhaps," he answered, with a smile.
"But don't put stumbling blocks in
want control of Grace Hawthorne s
money, not Grace Hawthorne's self. If
I can gain for a few weeks the privl
leges of an affianced husband, I'll take
care not to ratify t)ie bond but it will
leave our future free, Helen and, it
the worst comes to the worst, why,
we'll be our own agents. Whats to
gain by thwarting me? Won't you
trust my love?"
"I dare not, Harvey—I dare not.
•he answered, in low, tremulous tones.
"How do I know but, whispering love,
you would feel love? That lips once
cold would turn to warmth? That from
the ashes of the past a new flame
would spring? No, Harvey—no! Rather
than know you false to me, I would
find strength to kill you! Ah, you
(have been playing too long with fire,
Fiercer arid brighter has the hot flame
^kindled. Take care that it does not
grow Impatient if control, and leap in
to the master's place!"
His face had grown pale as her own,
and his eyes shone luridly, while hers,
beautiful and defiant In their golden
light, met his.
"Tou are excited and overwrought,
lie said, gently. "Poor child! It Is lit
tle wonder. But listen, Helen. I do
not propose winning this girl lthrough
love, but fear—fear for the man she
a looker-on. have guessed
*her secret, while she had not betrayed
herself to you. She loves your' hus
band! You doubt it? It is true!
Then, on that love we must build. Let
me approach and win her confidence.
Then I will tell her that I am Ms debt
or to the amount of the note. I will
tell her, later, that he has paid me.
when she receives it, my signature on
•its back will be explained. But I* shall
liave gained her confidence, and she
will be ready to make me further ad
vances' to save his honor. Tou see,
•dear, this does not savor much of love
making. Ah, Helert, what could any
woman hope to be to me while you
live? Let me work out the means for
OOP future, dear—a future when we
tnay defy Tom Windom to wreak his
worst, Inasmuch as we have no secrets
from each other."
She lilfted her eyes to his, and he
'ifiiew that lie had conquered—that
'through her love she had put Into his
hand a new weapon for future treach-
She pleased his senses, it was true, jk i
%nt iflM fettered his feet, and be could ^s
bear no obstacle in the path which was
to lead him on to victory.
In his own soul he had decreed that
Grace Hawthdrne should become his
wife, but this knowledge was locked
In his soul's inmost recesses.
Let Helen help him on the first stage
of his Journey, and he could attain the
goal without her further aid.
And, as for Grace, a worse fate might
await her than to become, his wife. Af-
"Tour husband has never liked me,
Helen, he continued. "Latterly, I think
VVUblUUVUl A (.Ultliv
he begins to distrust me1. Tou see how
necessary it Is to win Grace to our
"Tes, I see," she answered, dully,
passing her hand mechanically over
her brow. "I can't think, Harvey my
brain Is turning."
"Don't try to think.''Leave that part
of. It to me. Come—let me take you
you back to your husband."
"My husband! Oh, Harvey, the mock
ery that name may hold! My husband!
And she laughed shrilly—a laugh
which fell that instant on Harry Rey
nolds ear, as he passed in front of her
retreat in search of her.
"My husband!" she again repeated.
And then lifted her eyes, to find him
of whom she spoke standing before her.
"T?ou called me, Helen?" he asked.
And his voice was stern and sad.
"I was about to ask Mr. Barclay to
help me to seek you," she replied. "He
is engaged for the next dance with
Grace, and the first strains of the waltz
I already hear. Au revolr, Harvey!
We shall expect you. to-morrow at the
house. Come, Harry—it is cool and
quiet here. Sit down—will you not?—
In the place Mr. Barclay leaves va
They were idle words, but they jarred
on the listener's ear.
The place Mr. Barclay left vacant!
Was that,' Indeed, the place he occu
"Our dance. Miss Hawthorne!" said
Harvey Barclay, as he offered his arm
to Grace, who stood surrounded by a
little group, whose dissatisfaction at
hav(ng her taken from them was
plainly written on their faces.
Dancing was one of Harvey Bar
clay's versatile accomplishments, and
as he made with his partner the cir
cuit of the.ball room, many eyes rested
admiringly upon the perfect grace
which characterized the movement of
the waltz: "but, unlilke his wont, while
yet the enticing strains rang out. he
paused, and led Grace Into the large
"I want a word with you," he said,
gently. "Do not fear that I am about
again to press my suit. Miss Haw
thorne," he added, quickly, in answer
to an unconscious shadow which swept
over her face. "Your decision was too
firm to leave me any room for hope
but I have feared, in my ardent desire
to win your love, I may have forfeited
what is the next highest gift you can
bestow upon me. I want to be your
friend. It may seem strange to you—
young, beautiful, an heiress, and home
and protection yours—to look into the
future and see a n\pment possible when
I, a poor, penniless subaltern, could be
of service to you yet I feel that mo
ment will arrive—the moment when
your confidence in asking my aid, the
service of my strong arm or loyal heart,
will, In some measure, wipe out the
bitterness of the disappointment I have
already suffered in relinquishing the
dearest hope of my life. Miss Haw
thorne, because I failed to win the prize
I so madly coveted, will you forbid my
struggle to attain that, perhaps, with
in my reach?"
There was a frank humility in his
avowal and appeal which could not fail
to awaken the chord he struck.
Moreover, in her new dread as to
Harry, and her belief In his terrible
fault, she fancied she divined the hid
den meaning of his speech.
"You are more than generous, Mr.
Barclay," she answered, after a little
pause, ''and though I hope sunshine
rather than storm may-prove your
words, I never can be so ungrateful as
to forget them."
"Then you will seal our compact?
holding out his hand. "Henceforth we
She laid her own, in silent assent, a
moment within his grasp but, as Its
firm pressure closed upon it a sudden
shiver passed over, her spirit and
struck the chill of a terrible premoni
tion within her soul.
March had announced, in name at
least, and In name alone, spring's ad
vent, ere Helen Reynolds' fears con
cerning the man who held such terrible
power over her, were realized.
As the alow weeks had- dragged
themselves along, she felt that each
snapped asunder a thread which held
her suspended over an awful abyss.
She was growing bard and desperate
under the cruel strain. She sometimes
wondered if her mind would not give
way beneath It.
Day by day her wicked love was
kindled day by day, as she watched
Harvey Barclay's attentions in the
guise of friendship toward Grace, she
fanned the fire of hate toward its inno
It was the 10th of the month, and as
she sat before the fire, hugging Its
warmth and the misery of her own
thoughts, while without the cold winds
blew and the oold rains fell, the butler
entered, bearing on the salver in his
hand a note. ..
She had- not seen the inscription, she
had not touched the paper, but she
knew that the sword had fallen. She
knew that this was a
the envelope from the iray but she
bept her head that the
not see her. .sudden pallor.
"No answer, -Andrew," she aal$.
She had not the strength to break the
seal with any eye upon her.
As the man withdrew she cast one
quick, covert glance at the inacriptlon,
and then a strong shudder, almost a
.convulsion, shook her frame.
She held the paper as if it were a
snake and possessed of fangs or sting.
Tom Windom had feturned, and, like
the leech, only her heart-blood could
satisfy him. She forced herself to un
fold the sheet and master Its contents.
"I have returned, my lady," were its
opening words, '"and. I want a few
words with you. face to face. I need
not tell you luck has been against me.
Perhaps you've guessed that. But,/do
you know, I wasn't more than half-sor
ry, for I've a sort of hankering to see
you again to look Into your eyes and
hear your'' voice. It reada like a love
letter, don't It? Well, I'd rather make
love than write it. I'll be In the square
where I met you first, this evening at 8
o'clock but If the night's too stormy,
and you're too fine a lady to venture
out alone, don't disturb yourself. I'll
wait for you half an hour, and then I'll
call on you in your line house, and you
can introduce me to your husband.
Remember, I wait for you Just one
The paper dropped from her nerveless
hands. It had no signature. It needed
none. It was signed and stamped with
the seal of the past, and from Its dread
message there was no appeal.
The foe to her peace had returned.
The mpney she had given to buy his
silence' already was exhausted or, at
least, he made it the pretense to come
back -and torture her. Ah, he loved it
well! He had seen her writhe ere this
on the wheel of agony to which he had
bound her. and
again would have his triumph.
She cast his message from her into
the very heart of the glowing fire. It
seemed to her the flames laughed as
they consumed it—laughed as though
they, too, mocked her—wondering If
she fancied, because she had the poor
power to destroy the message, she
could, any the less, refuse to remembei
and obey it.
Mechanically, she glanced at her
Watch—a pretty toy hanging at her
side, another gift from her husband.
"I can't go—I can't!" she said aloud.
And, burying her face In her hands,
ahe swayed to and fro in the blindness
of her fear, and passion and misery.
The momentary distrust did her good.
She rose", and, standing before the
mirror, pushed her hair back from her
temples, and forced her eyes and lips to
smile at her reflection. Still, it was a
very white and haggard face that met
her husband's eyes as he entered the
room a moment later, closely followed
by Grace, leaning fondly on her guard
My head aches," she said, in answer
to his tender inquiry. "I need rest,
perhaps, after all our gayety. Good
night!" she called gayly, as dinner end
They had all returned to the library,
and drew their chairs before the fire.
"I do not think I shall be missed, and
I am going to my own room. No. Har
ry," as he rose from his chair to fol
low her, "you are not to come. At 10
o'clock you may knock, very faintly, at
my door, and if I do not answer, you
may know that I am sleeping off this
wretched pain. Good-night!" And she
The clock was striking 8 as she hast
ened up the stairs. There was, indeed,
no time to be lost. If she and Tom
Windom should fall to meet, what
would be the result?
With trembling hands she threw her
cloak about her and fastened her hat
under her chin then ahe tied a thick
veil over her face, and, drawing on her
gloves, hurriedly descended a back
atalrway, firat taking the precaution to
lock her chamber do.or and drop the
key Into her pocket. By a aide door,
opening Into the garden, she gained the
outer air. What excuse to make If her
absence was discovered she had not
thought. The dread of the present
strained every faculty to its utmost
She raised her umbrella, but the wind
forbade its use. She was compelled to
lower It and brave the wind and rain,
debarred even of Its poor protection.
The latter beat upon her the wind
blew so fiercely in her face that she
seemed to make no headway against
It. Every minute was so precious,
since It might mark the limit to the pa
tience of the man who awaited her
At last the square was reached. She
entered and hastened to the appointed
spot. For the moment she fancied it
deserted. Merciful heaven! was she.
Indeed, too late? Had she and Tom
Windom passed each other in the dark
ness? Was he, even now, hurrying .to
the house, whose doors, -after his story
should be told, would forever be barred
She sank In utter exhaustion, upon a
seat, when a coarse laugh close at hand
dissipated the last awful fear which
had tortured her.
A form strode out from the shadow
of a tree, whose bare branches soughed
in the blast but for once, her torment
or was almost a welcome sight.
"Five mlnuteB more, my lady, a.na
you'd have been too late. Five min
utes more, and I'd
past she knew that it was the silent
voice of her master: she knew that
what it commanded she must obey.
"A note for you, Mrs. Reynolds, said
Andrew, In low. respectful tones.
Every drop of blood had left her face
ahe atretched forth her hand to lift
been on my
way to. call on you. Ah, Tom W ,n
doesn't give many Idle threats.^ Per
haps you've learned that "auch
"Never mind what you would have
done If I. hadn't come," she answered.
Interrupting him. "What did youwant
that you sent for me like this. Has
the money all gone?"
"I wrote you that much, didn't I?
Yss. It's gone, and I want more and
I'm not going away when I get it,
either. I fancy the climate of Waisb-
would suit me, and I fancy Id
like you a little more under my eye.
Five years or more I've been deprived
of that blessing, and I've all that time
to make up for."
"I've no more money to give you.
You'll have to do your worst,", she an
swered. "Oh, Tom!" she went on, in
tones, "what have you
to gain by torturing me? Go away and
leave me In peace!"
And as he hissed the word close to
her ear. it revealed a depth of passion
and intenalty of auppressed feeling in
atrangei contrast to the light, afcnost
frivolous manner which had character
ized his former apeech.
She Shivered and Shrank as If he l"td
struck her a blow.
"Never! Tou hear me? I owe you a
debt, my lady and, ^there's a heav
en above us, I'll pay it, too. You and I
have a long account to settle. I'll pay
my score! See to it that you do the
same. And now answer me one ques
tion—Where's Henry George?"
"I don't know, Tom," she answered.
"And told you, the other day, your
suspicions concerning him were all
wrong. He had nothing to do with my
flight. I've, never seen him since I left
"I believe you lie!" he answered, bru
tally: "but it's no surprise to me If you
do you come of a lying race. Well, I
can be my own sleuth-hound. I don't
ask your help, except that I want my
pockets filled. A thousand dollars to
morrow, my lady. Not a cent more nor
less. You needn't take the trouble to
bring it to me. I'll give you an address
that will reach me, or I'll call at the
house and ask your husband for his
checque. Perhaps you'd prefer to send
"Where am I to get It?" she an
swered. "Tell me that. What good
will you do by forcing me to the wall.
Give me time, and I'll help you if I
can •but don't ask me to wring water
from a stone!"
"Spare your platitudes, he answered,
"and remember that if I don't have this
money by day after to-morrow, your
game Is up. By Jove! you play it well.
Luck never turned against me until
you took it into your head to play mt
you took it into your head to piay nean,
false. Perhaps, now that I have got who so plainly had resented his int
you again, It will return to me but
whether or no, you and I are fellow
travelers after this, on the same road.
If you forget the fact,- I'll be close at
hand to jog your memory. But I don't
fancy you'll forget. Well, Is your de
cision made? Am I to have the mon
"You'll leave*me In peace?" she
"Till I want more—yes! why should'nt
I have it?" he added, fiercely. "It Isn't
every day a man stands by while
"Hush!" she interrupted, springing
to her feet. "Don't torture me any
more. Make your excuses for your dev
iltry to yourself but take care, Tom
Windom, lest you try me too far. Wo
men have been known to murder-
He laughed cruelly.
"I don't fear you, my beautiful ti
gress.- I learned long ago how to tame
you, so long as I was within your
reach. Here is the address," and he
held a slip of paper toward her.
She took it from his hand, and in
the act his fingers closed on herS, and
he drew her toward him.
Then, powerless to resist him, he bent
and kissed her lips.
"I told you I'd rather make love! he
said. "You have until day after to
morrow to make up your mind—day
after to-morrow, at noon!"
She stood a moment as he turned and
walked away In the darkness—stood si
lent and motionless, until the echo of
his retreating footsteps had died away.
The night hid the expression of utter
malignity and hate which crept over
the otherwise beautiful face.
His kiss seemed to have branded ana
scorched the last lingering remnant of
goodllness and womanhood.
"Take care, Tom WIndom—*'take care.
You have gone too far this night!" she
But even as she listened to the sound
of her own voice she knew that it was
for him to command-*-for her, rebel as
she would, to struggle and—obey.
The clock had not struck 10 when
once more the wretched woman had
made her way, undiscovered, to the
safety and protection of her own room.
Here she hurriedly threw off her wet
things, and strove, before the blazing
flre, to restore some warmth to her
She was drenched to the skin. Her
face was deathly white, and her eyes
gleamed with a fierce, unnatural luster.
"You look like your own self to
night, Helen Windom," she mentally
articulated, as she caught sight of her
self In the mirror.
A gentle knock sounded on her door,
but she made no movement that she
Crouching before the flre, and holding
out her white, jeweled hands to the
warmth of its blaze, she tried to be
lieve herself the victim only of some
hideous nighmare. Could it be that
that poor wretch who stood, an. hour
ago, unsheltered in the storm and
darkness, shrinking at the sound of a
coarse voice and brutal threat, with the
rain beating on her head and the wind
whistling about her, was one with the
woman hugging the warmth of the
bright flre, whose red glow spread it
self through the luxurious room, and
revealed it a fitting nest for bird of
Well, If the latter were the dream—
the former, reality—at least the dream
should last a little longer.
She let the warmth penetrate every
nerve, and then she rose, and taking
from a case within one of
drawera, a tiny vial filled with some
dark liquid, she carefully dropped a
small measure of the contents Into a
glass, and lifted It to her lips.
Then she threw herself upon the bed
and in fifteen minutes she
the oulet sleep of a weary child.
The family had assembled when she
entered the breakfast room next morn
ing. Her husband sprang up to greet
"I would not disturb you, dear," he
said, "You are better?"
As theV rose from the table, Edgar
Reynolds paused an Instant beside
"fam^tewell/'^e answered, with Wardner, of Wardner, Idaho
smile, and took her accustomed place Candor.
"How much will your opinion In th|s
yase be worth?" aaked the prospective
"I can't tell how much it will be
worth," answered the lawyer, who la
accustomed to make fine distinctions,
"but I can tell how much I am going to
charge for it."—Washington Star.
to see you a moment in the
library dear." he said. "Are you
aware, MIsa Puss, that
very extravagant of late? You see. I
am going to call y*i to account.
Grace felt heraelf grow suddenly pale.
A force stronger than her win forced
her to lift her eyes
He must have overheard his father s
words. Would he suspect
her money which his wife had given
him for payment of his debts?
She found his eyes fixed almost In
quirlngly upon her. He had noted the
strange and sudden pallor, and won
dered what had caused It.
A singular trouble and unrest took
possession of him.
Barely, Grace's money was her own.
Why ahould his father, In any way. call
her to account concerning It? f!nn.d It
he that he had been tempted Into the
further involving of any portion of her
He put the idea from him. almost as
it was conceived, but its shadow, nev
ertheless, darkened his face, as, when
Grace rose from her seat, he followed
her to -the door.
"Grace," he said, detaining her for a
moment as ahe was passing out, '"I
don't know what father meant Just
now, but I hope you will not find it
necessary to economize in any of your
expenditures, or to account for your
extravagances. I know no one more
entitled to them."
Did he fear, she wondered, that she
would betray to his father to what use
she had put the money?
He must know, then, that It had
come from her. Did he believe she
would not keep his secret to the death.
Yet the fact that this ignoble secret
was hers to keep, and her belief that in
his words she read a sitent prayer for
its preservation, brought an uncon
scious' scorn Into her eyes, and its
thrill into her voice, as she answered
"I .will render your father no ac
count," she said, proudly, "nor will he
ask for one. Your anxiety is needless.'
Something like a knife cut Into Harry
Reynolds' heart, as the girl passed on.
He slowly closed the door behind her,
a n w e n a k o i s s e a
What had happened? What had
changed Grace, his little child-sweet
heart, Into the cold, scornful woman,
ference In her affairs.
He felt at once angry and 111 at ease.
He little dreamed of the hot tears of
disappointment which welled Into the
girl's eyes at the fancied change in
him. She brushed them away as she
entered the library, and, coming behind
her guardian, twined her arms about
He v~5«-ed his hand and drew her
down beside him.
(To Be Contlnned.)
Didn't Know It in Italian.
Dr Henry J. Bigelow, the eminent
Boston surgeon, was very fondofmu
sic, and knew something of it theoret
ically-enough, at least, to carry In s
head the tunes he liked. Street musi
cians were used to his requests for re
peating a melody, but in one case he
had some difficulty In tracing a song,
which he wished to procure for him
His quick ear had caught a new air
upon a hand organ, and he at once
asked the Italian grinder Its name.
The man could not speak a word or
English, and it was only with difficulty
that Dr. Bigelow learned the title of
the tune and wrote it down—Silva tredl
Then he went to a music shop and s_t
the clerk upon its trail.
Nobody could guess what it might be,
and one Italian collection after anoth
er was overhauled, until at last all the
clerks in the shop were brought into
requisition. Finally, one of them had
a bright thought.
"I'H tell you what you want," saia,
he. "It's 'Silver Threads Among the
Gold.' "—Youth's Companion.
Care of Children"* Teetli.
That children should be taught to
take care of their teeth has frequently
been maintained by the physicians of
this country, and that such advice is
salutary Is evident 'from an Investiga
tion which has recently been held in
ScWeswlg-Holsteln in regard to thc
conditlon of the teeth of the children
attending the schools of that country.
The number of children examined was
19,725, of whom 9,145 were girls and 10,
Bi80 boys. Of this number, 95 per cent
were found to have teeth which were
more or less diseased. Only 218 of thess
children had ever been treated by dent
ists, and only 10 per cent of them had
been taught to use tooth brushes.
The dentists of Schleswlg-Holstein
have published these starring facts,
and have petitioned the government to
pass an ordinance requiring the school
authorities to give some attention to
the teeth of the children under their
The Woman and the Editor.
The Baltimore American traces this
bit of local color:
"Oh,Wyoii editors are horrid!" she
Is the trouble, madam?" in-
oulred the editor, as he blue-penciled
two paragraphs that had come as an
Inspiration to the young man who was
"taking up journalism."
"Why, I—boo—boo—I sent In an obit
uary of my husband, and-boo-hoo
and said In it that he had
for twenty years, and you—oo—oo boo
printers set it up 'worried
for twenty years.'"
But the editor grinned.
perhaps it was all right, all 'round.
A Sermon tn' a Mlnlnsr Camp.
"Brothers and sisters, I come to say
good-bye. I don't believe God loves
this church, because none of you ever
die. I don't think you love each other,
because I never marry any of you. I
don't think you love me, because you
have not paid me my salary. Your do
nations are moldy fruit and wormy ap
ples, and 'by their fruit ye shall know
them.' Brothers, I am going to a better
place. I have been called to be chap
lain of the penitentiary. Where I go
ye cannot now come. I go to prepare
a.place for you, and 'may the Lord
have mercy on your souls.' "—Jim
The Real Essential.
"It takes courage and ability to suc
ceed In literature, doesn't it?"
"I don't know about courage and
ability, but It takes postage stamps."—
Hicks—".What a romancer you are!
You say you slept like a baby laat
night, and we heard you half the night
bellowing like all possessed."
Wlcksr-Tes, that's the way my bab*
aleepa, you know."—Boston Transcript.
Cher Do Their Children Oraat Harm by
Their Constant Admonitions. O
Th nagging mother 1B never sin
cerely loved by her children. They
may know full well that she is solici
tous for their welfare, but they also
know she is taking a wrong course to
promote it. The greatest offenders are
the' conscientious mothers, who joyful
ly sacrifice themselves for the sake of
the little ones born to them, maternal
affection being the consuming passion
of their lives. Willing and fond, but
lacking the intelligence to perceive
that there comes a time when the
days of tutelage should end, the erst
while child having attained self-suf
ficing individuality, the mother insists
upon regulating the conduct of her
sons and daughters as long as they
make their home with her, and her
most bitter experience arises from the
hostility the young persons evince for
her tyranny, for tyranny it is. How
ever deficient she may be in knowl
edge other than that resulting from
her personal* experience within the
four walls of her home, she regards it
her right that she should dominate the
goings and comings of her children.
The tyranny and nagdisseminated by
the typical devoted i^itbfer affects a
smaller class than they did before
girls, as well as boys, set out upon
careers of economic independence, for
the bread winner, whatever the sex, ia
not a personality to be trifled with,
but still there remains ample opportu
nity for the exercise of maternal nar-.
row-minded home domination. Pot
one thing, convention still looks as
kance as unmarried sons and daugh
ters, even wage-earners who set up foi
themselves, and, largely in deferenca
to the unwritten social Jaw which
proclaims the family roof, when at
tainable, to be the proper shelter for
the unwed, young men and women
remain at home when their preference
would be for a more independent mode
of life. The more fortunate young
persons go to strange cities or coun
tries to work out their material salva
tion, and they thus escape the fond
mothers' irritating attempts at domin
ation. The peace of thousands ol
homes is poisoned by mothers wha
cannot comprehend the relation they
should hold to adult children.
DO NOT GET ANGRY.
Injury or Deatb Frequently Follow Par
oxysms of Rage.
•A study of anger from experiences
In about 2,000 cases, collected from re
liable observers, has been made by
G. Sta.nley Hall. The cases were many
and various, often being trivial, and
the physical sensations accompanying
it differed greatly with the individual.
Flushing was very general, although
pallor was a characteristic in 27 per
cent of the cases. The heart beats were
violent, several cases of death^from
rupture of this organ being reported,
and there were sometimes peculiar
sensations in mouth and throat, some
times dizziness or faintness, frequent
ly tears and generally copious sali
vation, which might produce frothing
at the mouth. Common sounds were
animal-like cries in children and oatha
and threats in adults, while in many
cases the throat was paralyzed and
there was inability to speak abovfe a
whisper or without crying or tremb
ling. Butting with the head, biting
and scratching are noticeable in child
The Penetrating Coin.
A trick that is very simple, requirea
no preparation, and yet is remarkably
effective, Is called "The Penetrating
Coin." A borrowed Derby hat ia
placed on the mouth of an ordinary
tumbler. Three half-dollars are bor
rowed and tossed into the hat, when
one of the coins is seen to penetrate
the hat, dropping visibly and audibly
Into the glass underneath. To per
form this trick you need a half-dollar
of your own, which, of course, is not
known to your audience. While plac
ing the hat on the opening of the
glass, secretly and noiselessly slip this
coin, between the rim of the glass and
the hat, the weight of the latter keep
ing the coin in position. The execu
tion of this movement is simplicity
itself, as the coin is inserted on the
side of the hat that is farthest from
the audience besides, you hold the
hat with both hands,and appear to take
great care that It should be placed
evenly on the glass. Two or three
trlalB will convince the reader that he
has nothing to fear in performing this
movement. Take your three coins
and drop them into the hat. The jar
releases the concealed coin, and it
faiia into the glass. The illusion cre
ated is'perfect. In returning the coins
do not exhibit the extra coin. The
best way is to leave the fourth coin
in the hat until it can be safely re
Took Snap-Shot of Boocevelt.
A Chicago kinetoscope man tells how
he managed to get a picture of Gov.
Roosevelt in St. Paul the other day.
"I went to. hlm^ several times," he
says, "and asked, him to pose for me,
but he turned me down cold. I finally
decided I would bribe the hack driver
to stop the carriage in front of my ma
chine. I agreed with him that when I
raised my cane he was to stop. As the
carriage came down the street I waved
my -cane. The driver pulled his horses
and the crowd cheered all the louder.
While Teddy was bowing and acknowl
edging the ovation, my man was at
work. Suddenly Teddy saw me and'
turned his back to the camera. He
was too late."
Examination of the hearts of the
vegetarian and the meat-eater shows
that the number of beats of the former
are 51 to the minute and of the lattee
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