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THE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—™
“THE ISLAND OF
DR. MOREAU™
(Copyright, 1406, by Stone & Kimball)
It was extremely dark, thls pas
page, after the blinding sunlight re
flected from the sulphurous ground.
Its walls grew steep, and approached
each other. Blotches of green and
crimson drifted across my eyes. My
conductor stopped suddenly. “Home."”
sald he, and I stood in a floor of a
chasm that was at first absolutely
dark to me. 1 heard some strange
noises, and thrust the knuckles of
my. left hand into my eyes, 1 be
came aware of a disagreeable odor,
like that of a monkey's cage Ill
cleaned. Beyond, the rock opened
again upon a gradual slope of sunlit
greenery, and on either hand the light
smote down through narrow ways
into the central gloom,
THE SLAYERS OF THE LAW.
HEN something cold touched my
I hand. 1 started violently and
saw close to me a dim pinkish
thing, looking more like a flayed child
than anything else in the world. The
creature had.exactly the mild but re-
Fulsi\’r- features of a sloth, the same
ow forehead and slow gestures.
Asg the first shock of the change of
light passed I saw about me more
distinctlv. The little slothlike crea
ture was standing and staring at me.
My conductor had vanished. The
place was a narrow passage between
the high walls of lava, a crack in the
knotted rock, and on elther side in
terwoven heaps of sea-mat, palm
fans, and reeds leaning against the
yock formed rough and Impenetrably
dark dens. The winding way up the
ravine between these was scarcely
three yards wide, and was disfigured
by lumips of decaving fruit-pulp and
other refuse, which accounted for the
disagreeable stench of the place.
The little pink sloth creature was
still blinking at me when my Ape
man reappeared at the aperture of
the nearest of these dens, and beck
oned me in. As he did so, a slouch
ing monster wriggled out of one of the
places, farther up this strange street,
and stond up in featureless silhouette
against the hright green heyond, star
ing at me. I hesitated, having half a
mind to bolt the way I had come; and
then, determined to go through with
the adventure, I gripped my nailed
stick about the middle and crawled
into the little evil-smelling lean-to
after my conductor.
It was a seml-circular space, shaped
Hike the half of a beehive; and
against the rocky wall that formed
the inner side of it was a pile of
wvariegated fruits, cocoanuts among
others. Some rough vessels of lava
and wood stood about the floor, and
one on a rough stool. There was no
fire. In the darkest corner of the hut
sat a shapeless mass of darkness that
grunted “Hey!"” as [ came in, and my
Apeman sgtood in the dim light of the
doorway and held out a split cocoanut
to me as I crawled Into the other cor
ner and squatted down. 1 took it and
began gnawing it as serenely as pos
sible, in spite of a certain trepfdation
and the nearly intolerable closeness
of the den. The little pink sloth crea
ture stood in the aperture of the hut,
and something else with a drab face
and bright eyes came staring over its
shoulder.
“Hey!” came out of the lump of
mystery opposite. “It is a man.”
“It is a man,” gabbled my conduc
tor—"a man, a man, a flve-man, like
me.”
“Shut up!” said the voice from the
dark, and grunted, 1 gnawed my
cocoanut amid an impressive silence.
“1t {8 a man,” the volce repeated.
“He comes to live with us?"’
1t was a thick volce, with some
thing in it—a kind of whistling over
tone—that struck me as peculiar; but
the English accent was strangely
good.
The Apeman looked at me as
though he expected something. I per
ceived the pause was interrogative.
“He comes to live with you,” I said.
The Law. ’
“It is a man. He must learn the
Law.
I began to distinguish now a deeper
biackness in the black a vague out
line of a huddled-up figure. Then I
noticed the opening uf e place was
darkened by two more blagk heads.
My hand tightened on my stick :
The thing in the dark repeated in a
louder tone, *'Say the words.” 1 had
missed its last remark. “Not to go on
all-fours; that is the Law, it repeat
ed in a kind of sing-song.
1 was puzzled.
“Say the words,” said the Ape-man,
repeating, and the figures in the door
way echoed this, with a threat In the
tone of their voices.
I renlized that I had to repeat this
{diotic formula: and then began the
{nsanest ceremony. The voice in the
dark began intoning a mad litany.
line by line, and I and the rest to
repeat it. As they did so they swaved
from side to side in the oddest way
and beat their hands upon the knees;
and I followed their example 1 could
have imagined 1 was already dead
and in another world. That dark hut,
these grotesque dim figures, just
flecked here and there by a glimmer
. .
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of light, and all of tnem swaying in
unison and chanting:
“Not to g 0 go on all-fours; that is the
Law., Are we not Men?
Not to suck up Drink; that is the
l.aw. Are we not Men?
Not to eat Fish or Flesh; that is the
Law. Are we not Men?
Not to claw the Bark of Trees; thatis
the LLaw. Are we not Men?
Not to chase other Men: that is the
Law. Are we not Men?"
And so from the prohibition of
these acts of folly on to the prohibi
tion of what I thought then were the
maddest, most impossible and most
indecent things one could well imag
ine. A kind of rhythmic fervor fell on
all of us; we gabbled and swayed
faster and faster, repeating this
amazing law. Superficially the con
tagion of these brutes was upon ms,
but deep down within me the laugh
ter and disgust struggled together.
We ran through a long list of prohi
bitlons, and then the chant sWwung
round to a new formula:
“HIS is the House of Paln,
“HIS is the Hand that makes.
“HiS is the Hand that wounds.
“His is the Hand that heals.”
And so on for another long series,
mostly quite incomprehensible gib
berish to me about HIM, whoever Le
might be. 1 could have fancled it was
a dream, but never before have I
heard chanting in a dream.
“His i{s the lightning flash,” we
sang. ‘“His is the deep, =alt sea.”
A horrible fancy care into my
head that Moreau, after animalizing
these men, had infected thelr dwarfed
brains with a kind of deification of
himself. However, 1 was tos kKeenly
aware of white teeth and strong
claws about me io stop my chanting
on that account.
“His are the stars in the sky.”
At last that song ended. I saw the
Ane-man’'s face shining with per
gpiration; and my eves belng now ac
customed to the darkness, 1 saw more
distinctly the figure in the corner
from which the voice came., It was
the size of a man, but it seemed cov
ered with a dull gray halr almost
like a Skye-terrier. What was 1t?
What were they all? Imagine your
self surrounded by all the most hor
rible cripples and manifacs it is pos
aible to conceive, and you may under
stand a little of my feelings with
these grotesque caricatures of hu
manity about me.
“He is a five-man, a flve-man, a
five-man—like me,” said the Ape
man.
I held out my hands. The gray
creature in the corner leaned forward.
“Not to run on all-fours; that is the
Law. Are we not Men?’ he sald,
E put out a strangely distorted
I | talon and gripped my fingers.
The thing was almost like the
hoof of a deer produced into claws.
I could have yelled with surprise and
pain. His face came forward and
peered at my nails, came forward into
the light of the opening of the hut;
and I saw with a quivering disgust
that it was like the face of neither a
man nor beast, but a mere shock of
gray hair, with three shadowy over
archings to mark the eves and mouth.
“He has iittle nails,” said this grisly
creature In his hairy beard. “It is
well”
He threw my hand down, and In
stinctively I gripped my stick.
“Fat roots and herbs; it is His
will, said hte Ape-man,
“I am the Sayer of the Law,” sald
the gray figure, “Here come al} that
be new to learn the Law. I sit in the
darkness and say the Law.”
“It {s even so,” said one of the
beasts in the doorway.
“Evi] are the punishments of those
who break the Law. None escape.”
“None escape,” sald the Beast Folk,
glancing furtively at one another.
“None, none,” said the Ape-man-—
“none escape. See! b Bla on lttle
thing, a wrong thing, once. 1 jab
bered, jabiered, stopped talking. None
could understand, ] am bhurnt
branded in the hand. He is great.
He is good!"”
“None escape,’” sald the gray crea
ture in the corner,
“None escape” sald the Beast Peo
ple, looking askance at one another.
“For every one the want that is
bad,” sald the gray Sayer of the Law
“What you will want we do not know;
we shall know. Some want to follow
things that move, to watch and slink
and wait and spring; to kill and bite,
bite deep and rich, sucking the blood.
It is bad. °‘Not to chase other Men.
That ig the Law. Are we n® Men?
Not to eat Flesh or Fish; that is the
Law. Are we not Men?"
“None escape,” said a dappled brate
standing in the doorway.
“For every one the want Is bad,”
sald the gray Sayer of the Law.
“Some want to go tearing with teeth
and hunds into the roots of things,
snuffing into the earth. It is bad.”
“None escape,” said the men in the
door.
“Some go clawing trees, some goO
scratching at the graves of the dead;
some go fighting with foreheads or
feet or claws; some bite suddenly,
none giving occasion; some love un
clearnness.'
“None escape,” sald the Ape-man,
scratching his calf
“None escape,” sald the little pink
sloth-creature.
“Punishment is sharp and sure.
Therefore learn the Law, Say the
words"
And incontinently he began the
gtrange litany of the Law, and again
. and all these creatures began sing
ing and swaying. My head reeled
with this jabbering and the close
stench of the piace, but [ kept on,
trusting to find presently some chance
of a new development.
“Not to go on all-fours; that is the
Law. Are we not Men?"
We were making such a noise that
1 noticed nothing of a tumult out
gide until someone, who, 1 think, was
one of the two Swine Men 1 had seen,
thrust hiz head over the lttle pink
sloth creature and shouted something
excitedly, something that 1 did not
catch. Incontinently those at the
opening of the hut vanished; my Ape
man rushed out; the thing that had
sat in the dark followed him (I only
observed that it was big and clumsy,
and covered with silvery hair), and 1
was left alone. Then before I reached
the aperture I heard the yelp of a
staghound.
To Be Continued Monday.
W Vo Loal 2 Finbtt That Hobtl Is L.l6ele 16 Cet Yols, Too
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The most wonderful creation in the visible universe: Saturn and his rings of flying myriads of
small particles—attended by his eight largest satellites, ¢
HERE is no sight that the tele
l scope presents to the eve of
wondering man that i{s at once
so strange and so beautiful as the
planet Saturn. You have only to look
at the picture of that wonderful
ringed world in order to be convinced
that here is something utterly unlike
anything else in the heavens.
To begin with, that great belted
globe is more than 75,000 miles in
(lameter—almost ten times the diam
oter of our earth. The outermost of
its three rings (which are really cir
cular, although they look oval, be
cause they are inclined to our line of
sight) ham a span of nearly 170,000
miles. The black gap between the
outer ring and the central one is
about 1,600 miles across. The central
ring is the brightest of the set, and
is 16,500 miles across,
The inner ring is the most marvel
ous of all, because, as the plcture
clearly shows, it is transparent, so
that the globe of the planet can be
seen through it. This is sometimes
called the Crape Ring, and it is about
0.000 miles across.
These rings are not solid, uniform
bodies, but it has been proved that
they must consist of vast multitudes
of particles, ltke meteors, which re
volve around the planet in flat wheel
like, or disklike, clouds. Where they
are most numerous they reflect so
| .
il e The Mamcure Lady e
| By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
ié EE. 1 guess this is as hot a
day as we are going to have
all summer,’ said the Mani
cure Lady, getting in line with one of
the electric fans. ‘1 didn't think we
was due for this kind of a day so early
in the season, but as them old Romans
ased to say, ‘Sic Semper Nux Vomica,'
which means something like ‘you never
can tell' It's hard to breathe, even.
“] suppose the song writers will be
getting busy now with a new crop of
summer songs, all about the beaches
and the sea waves and the summer
moon. Wilfred says he {8 going to put
over two or three summer hits, but as
he ain't started to write any of them
yet, we ain't taking him very serious.
He has wrote a little poem, though,
about the warm weather. He wrote it
vesterday when he came home with
prickly heat all over his forehead. It
goes like this:
*The summer heat is coming now,
To make the city people sigh;
There is a rash upon my brow,
Which proves that the dog days are
quite nigh.
Be careful what you eat and drink
In these hot days of torrid summer,
Or the heat will put you on the blink,
As it once put me on the hummer.
I hovered loni ‘twixt life and death
And ioxwe the doctor feared dissclu
tion,
But stronger each day 1 drew my breath
Than!ks to a very strong constitu
tion.”
“] thought you always sald your
much of the sunlight falling upon
them that they look like polished
disks, but in the Crape Ring they are
so scattered that the amount of light
reflected only suffices to show the
ghost of a revolving disk there,
It is possible, with the aid of the
spectroscope, an Instrument that is
able to detect the velocities of bodies
}n swift motion toward or away from
the observer, to measure the relative
speed of the particles composing tne
three rings. Those in the outer ring
move the most siowly, those of the
central ring with greater speed, and
those of the inner ring with still
greater speed. Taking the entire sys
tem of rings Into consideration, it
may be said that the inner edge takes
about three-fifths of the time to make
a revolution that is required by the
outer edge, the periods being respect
ively six hours and ten hours,
But the globe of the planet {8 no
more solid than are the rings sur
rounding it. As a whole, it is lightel
than water, so that it would float if
there were an ocean large enough to
throw it into. On account of this
slightness of density which charac
terizes Saturn, as well as from other
considerations, astronomers are gen
erally agreed that it can not be a
habitable world, at least not in our
terrestria! sense of that term. It is
probably not even in a liquid condi
tion, but rather in a vaporous state;
in short, a vast cloud-ball having,
possibly, a core, or nucleus, of con
siderable density, and in which solidi
brother wasn't strong,'' sald the Head
Barber.
‘‘He ain't,” said the Manicure Lady.
“That's some more of his poetry li
cense. He wasn't very sick, either. He
just happened to f“ tangled up one
day last summer with some of father's
old friends, whe thought he could trot
like the old gent, but he hadn’t trailed
along with them very long before they
found out that he wasn’t no chip of the
old block. They sent him home in a
cab in the middle of the afternoon, and
he stayed in bed all the next day. He
told mother that it was a kind of a
sunstroke, and I guess the poor kid kind
of thought it was but it was nothing
except over drinking, and goodness
knows apy drinking at all is over drink
ing for him.'
“It ain't much of a poem he wrote,”
sald the Head Barber.
*] didn't loek for no praise from vou
when 1 read it to you,” replied the
Manicure Lady. ‘“As I have often told
vou, George, I don't read my brother's
poems to you for any criticism, because
yvou ain't no more critic than a hop
toad. 1 just read them to get them off
of my mind, because somehow when I
have read one of them out loud I never
think of it again. You ought to try
that sometime, George."
“I don't need to try it with anything
he ever wrote,” said the Head Barber
“lI wouldn't remember it anyhow. 1 do
not care for what he’'s wrote, so it ain’t
fair his stuff to qucte. How is that for
poetry?"”
**The limit,"” replied the Manicure
Lady. *1 guess the hot weather has
went to your head.”
4
fication may have begun.
In the remote future, perhaps, Sat
urn will have condensed into a very
different kind of world from what it
is to-day, and thep, for all that we
know, life in some such forms as we
are acquainted with may appear upon
its broad surface.
Thé picture shows eight of Saturn’s
satellites or moons. There are one or
two others, very minute and distant
bodies, one of which seems to re
volve around the planet in a direc
tion contrary to the motion of al] the
others. These satellites, small as they
look in the picture beside their giant
master, are in some cases much larger
than our moon. It is the belief of
some astronomers that they haveyeen
formed out of other rings which once
surrounded Saturn. The present rings
would also. probably, turn into moons
if they were not so near the big
planet that its tidal effect upon them
suffices to prevent their particles
from ever uniting to form a sinle
large globular body, or even a num
ber of such bodies. Once formed such
bodles wonld be speedily torn to
pleces by the tidal strain of Saturn’s
attraction. It has been thought that,
in consequence of the continual col
lisions occurring among the particles
of the rings, their velocity may be
gradually destroyed, so that eventu
ally they will all fall upon the planet,
and some have suggested that the
Crape Ring is composed of a shower
of such falling particles shed from
the denser rings above them.
ll :: Snap Shots :-:
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
Maiden Meditations,
Do as you would be.done by isn't a
good rule for a wife to apply to a
husband when he is sick. She may
prefer to suffer agonies alone and in
silence, and he will probably want
company and sympathy to help him
~
bear a toothache.
Fate is like a boat. If you sit at
the helm and guide her, she will make
port however contrariwise the winds
blow.
If vou build castles in the air, try
giving them real form, so that they
may become practical castles on the
ground, and if they turn out to bhe
only cabins, still their chimneys point
toward the stars.
If you bow low to Crrcumsta.nce, she
will tyrannize over you; but if you
merely nod and race by her, the con
trary jade will run herself out of
breath trying to keep up with you.
If *“stone walls do not a prison
make, nor iron bars a cage,” are all
wardens hypnotists. or is our prison
system so luxurious that prisoners
prefer jail to home?
“A little knowledge is a dangerous
thing,” and so is a little life insur
ance. It may buy your wife a cheap
second husband off life's bargain
counter after you are gone,
' THE TRAMP #
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(Copyright. 1914, by International News
Service—Motion picture Figm: owned
by The Electic Film Company.)
By HERALD GAUTIER.
CHAPTER TWO.
Accused.
HE convict had committed mur
der, but already a clever plan
had occurred to him by which
he would be able to escape punigh
ment. While he had been at work at
the trunk he had noticed an old man
climb the ladder outside the window
and disappear {nto the attic through
the hole in the roof. At the time he
had thought nothing of it, but as the
tramp descended he was seen by the
harvester's daughter, who was fright
ened into fits and who ran and hid
herself in the hayy
The old man had been starving for
food, and, having seen the ladder, the
temptation to see if there were anv
food in the attic was too much for
him, and he had stolen a dried ham,
which he held hidden under his coat.
The convict realized that if he disap
peared no one would know that any
one had been in the house but the
tramp, and, therefore, he would be
blamed for the murder. Circumstan
tlal evidence always has a big part
to play, particularly where there are
ignorant villagers who demand pun
ishment of some kind for wrongs they
have undergone, whether the one re
ceiving the punishment has been
proved guilty or not.
Toward evening the harvesters
came home, laughing and talking
merrily. The girl, still crouching in
the hay, had not discovered the dread
ful thing that had taken place in thelr
absence, and so the flrst one to find
the murdered man,was his old wife.
She staggered out of the room with
her apron thrown over her head, as,
though to shut out the dreadful sight,
and the next minute everything was
confusion, the police had been sent
for and the frightened girl, who had
at last ventured out of her shelter,
was telling of the queer old man who
had frightened her so terribly.
“He was coming down the ladder
from the roof,” she sobbed, nervous
ly, “and he was old and limped quite
badly. He had a cane with him.”
This was plenty of description for
the police, who soon had the old
tramp back in the yard surrounded
by an excited crowd of villagers, who
hissed and yelled as the old man tried
to talk,
Under his coat he still held che
ham, which was soon discovered and
taken from him,
' Strong Evidence.
“He stole a ham!” shouted the
crowd, delightedly. *“He is a thief;
then he must be a murderer.” The
old man started back at the words.
As yvet he had not been told of the
crime that he was supposed to have
committed. The police were walitlng
for the girl to identify him before ac
cusing him, although there was no
doubt in their minds that they had
the murderer safe and sound.
Roughly, they pushed him along
until at last he stood in the kitchen of
the home he had lately robbed.
“Is this the man you saw?” In
quired the policeman in charge of the
tramp. The girl turned slowly around,
and then covered her eyes and quiCk
1y averted her face.
“Yes," she gasped. “Oh, take him
away; he Kkilled my poor father!”
Again the old man started. Surely
they wouldn't make so much trouble
over the stealing of a ham.
“Show him his work,” sald one of
men: “maybe he’ll have something
to say after that.”
And without another word they
dragged the old man into the bed
room, where the murdered man lay
exactly as the convict had left him, a
single blow, which was slowly turn
ing purple on his right temple, show
ing that death had come at once.
The old man shuddered and looked
away; then he looked up inquiringlv
at the faces around him. Why did
they look at him like this? The wom
en were still crying softly and the
men stood regarding him as if he
were dangerous.
The Denial.
“Haven't vou anvthing to say?” sa!d
someone finally. “You must have had
come reason for committing a crime
like this.”
The old man slowly shook his head,
as if hardly understanding.
“I didn't do {t.,” he s#ald, In an awe
struck whisper, But he was hustled
out of the room with scant ceremony,
people standing back right and left
lest their clothes brush against those
of a murderer. There was not much
chance for him, for he had not one
single ftlend in the crowd.
CHAPTER 111
Fate Again.
T the trial the old man seemed
A to droop visibly. All through
= the entire affair he hardly
seemed to grasp the seriousness of
the matter, and even the rough vil
lagers were undecided as to how to
proceed. The truth of it was that
the tramp could not understand how
it could be possible to prove him
gullty when he was entirely innocent.
His creed of life was so simple that
he hardly knew the ways of the world
at all. He believed in doing good to
evervone and they would always re
turn it with good measure—an idyvllic
Golden Rule sort of philosophy which
does very well theoretically, but can
never be applied to this practical old
world.
When the jury filed out to decide
upon the verdict, he walted content
edly as though he had but to sit there
a little longer and then it woeuld all
be over and he would be at peace with
the whole world. But as the men
came back the smile that he had worn
all through the trial disappeared andi
he turned to his lawyer a little inquir
ingly. The course of the law seemed
very long and trying to this man, who
had never had to think any deeper
than the laws of nature. and they had
always so!ved his problems satisfac
torily. Until this unhappy adventure
no one had ever called him anything
but friend—it was all very strange.
“We find the prisoner guilty,” saidJ
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the foreman in his deep, raspy volce.
And at the word there was a stir in
the court. All eves were turned upon
the old man as two officers came up
to lead him away. Then the whole
thing burst upon him, and with a
cry of despair he flung his hands up
over his head and dropped to the
floor, unconscious.
Judge Noncommittal.
“1 didn’t think he was strong
encugh to stand it sald the man
who had pleaded his case for him,
“and for my part I donjt think he’s
guilty.” The judge shook his head
noncommittally, and as the crowd
slowly passed out the old man was
carried to the hospital and placed in
the ward, 'When he came to, he was
very weak, and could hardly speak
above a whisper. All the fear that
he had experienced in the courtroom
seemed to have left him, and he was
so grateful for everything that was
done for him that as one of the
nurses said it just broke her heart
to think that anyone could send such
an old man to prison on such a
charge,
The days pased quickly, but the old
man continued to stay very weak. For
days he did no more than raise his
head from the pillow to take what
was given him in the way of nour
ishment. And it was a happy day for
everyone in the hospital when he was
finally allowed to sit up for a while in
the morning cunlight. No one men
tioned the trial to him and no one
could have told from his attitude that
| Other People’s Chickens
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€¢ ANNED corn, dried lima
beans, and for dessert some
evaporated peaches” said
Miss Belinda’s brother. *I don't wish
to criticise your housekeeping, my
dear sister, but, really, wasn't that a
rather Arctic menu for a summer
home? I missed the pemmican. And
all the way out on the train I was
looking forward to dining on the fat
of the land!”
“l hoped you wouldn’t notice this
wintry dinner. I arranged that large
bunch of my loveliest iris on the ta
ble purposely to distract your atten
tion,” Miss Belinda sighed.
“The lilies are beautiful, but some
how food for the soul doesn't satisfy
my stomach.”
‘“Well, don’t cry, Ben. I shall try
to have a more seasonable dinner to
morrow. I had planned quite a grand
spread in honor of your homecoming.
I intended to make your favorite
Roquefort cheese dressing for the
head lettuce that looked so delectable
vesterday.
“Yesterday? Didn't it look all right
to-day ?” \
She Wrote.
“There wasn’'t any to-day. Mrs.
Higley's chickens suddenly developed
a 1 violent appetite for both giant and
dwarf Boston head lettuce. While I
was away from home yesterday
afternoon they ate three rows of it.”
“T hope you went right down to see
Mrs. Higley and told her what you
thought of that.”
“No; I didn't like to trust myself,
for I was very much vexed. I wrote
her a dignified note saying that I
must request her to keep her chickens
out of our garden. I told her about
the leituce, and said that they dug up
my seeds, ate my seedlings and did
no end of destruction. I think 1
wrote very forcefully, Ben.”
“Well, T should hope so. Did you
get a reply?”
“¥es: by word of month. 'This
morning I was cutting the asparagus
for the asparagus omelette I intended
giving you to-night, when Mrs. Hig
ley smilingly appeared. I smiled,
too, because I fancied she had come
to apologize in person, and I always
do feel sorry for people who have to
apologize, so I wished to make it as
easy for her as 1 could.
“‘Oh, my dear Miss Belinda,’ she
gushed, ‘l'm so glad to find you in your
lovely garden. 1 was afraid I'd have
to go all the way up to the house to
get you. 1 often wonder why you
built your house on the hill, except
for the privilege of calling it Hilltop
Such a sweet name! But I don’t drop
in nearly so often as I would if you
didn’t live in a spot {t took my breath
away to get to.””
“We have some great blessings, Be
linda.”
“Yes, Ben,” continued Miss Belin
da, “and Mrs. Higley went on to say
that she just had to see me this morn
ing, and I thought with rather wick
ed complacency that my note had
brought her to terms.
“‘You see, I got a letter this morn
ing,’ she explained, ‘and I tried to
look both gentle and severe, and
the minute I read it I said to my
self that I must run right up to see
Miss Belinda, for 1 knew she coula
help me out.)) She smiled more lav
ishly than ever into my astonished
face, and proceeded: ‘The letter was
from some friends of mine in the city
who have just bought a new machine,
and they said they were coming out
here to-day to take pot-luck with me.
Of course, I'd like to give them a
real delicious country dinner, and vou
know how hard it is to get anything
green in the village. So, of course, I
thought of your garden. How spien
did it is to have a garden! I can't
think of anything that would be so
nice to give my friends as asparagus.
You know, it always tastes so much
better when it is just out. You can’t
think how grateful I'll be if you give
me a mess of it for my company.”"”
“*And you little woolly lamb, you,”
remarked brother Ben, grinning, “you
handed over the asparagus that you
had been saving for my dinner, didn't
you?”
*“How could I help it? One can't
refuse a neighbor, Ben. ‘Now for
dessert,” she gurgled. ‘T had thought
of a pieplant pie.’ Strangely enough,
that was what I had thought of for
our dinner, too, but there wasn't
enough for two pies. You know I
threw out all that old inferior rhu
barb we used to have, and the new
choice kind is a little sparse yet.”’
“So, of coursefi our dear Mrs. Hig
ley got what there was without a
word of protest from you about her
invading fowls. What you need, my
dear girl, is a little more noble self
aesertion.”
“Now, wait a minute before you
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his prison sentence ever occurred fo
him. He seemed perfectly and en
tirely happy.
On the day of the trial after the
old prisoner had been carried out. a
well-dressed man lingered about near
the door, and after some debating on
the subject finally called the lawycr
over to him and asked him some ques.
tions in a low volce,
The Stranger.
“Do you think the old man will bs
sent up?”’ was his first question. “He
seems very old and they are convict
tng him altogether on circumstantial
evidence”
The lawyer hesitated a moment, To
tell the truth, he was wondering why
this man seemed to take such a de
cided interest in the case.
“Why, it looked pretty bad for him
when the sentence was pronounced,”
he said finally, “but things look dit
ferent now,; besides, he may never he
strong enough to leave the hospital,
Is he a friend of yours?”
“Oh, no,” sald the man quickly; "1
was just interested in the case; he
looks such an old man and not at all
strong.”
“Well, we’'ll hope for the best,” sald
the lawyer, brusquely, and his keen
eves followed the other man as he
made his way slowly out of court,
“He seemed very much interested
for a casual onlooker,” he commentad
to himself. “Well, {t's not any busl
ness of mine.”
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judge me, Ben. I did ask her very
pointedly why, if she had so much
appreciation for fresh vegetables, she
didn’'t have a garden of her own.
“‘Oh, Miss Belinda,’” she smlied
sweetly, ‘vou know one has to choose
between a garden and chickens, and
I like the chickens. They're so much
company for me.'"”
“And for us, too.” murmured Ben.
Her Career.
“I then asked her with more in
dignation if she had received my note.
‘Oh, ves,’ she returned. Tt's all right,
dear Miss Belinda. I know you wrota
hastily, and my feelings aren’t hurt at
all. I thought maybe you’d be a little
uncomfortable about it, so I was just
going to overlook it. We've always
been such good friends that we surely
don’t want anvthing like chickens to
come between us.’
‘“‘Are you going to shut up your
chickens?’ 1 asked.
“‘Oh, no; not yet. The poor little
things have been eating dry feed all
winter. It would be cruel not to let
them run in this lovely June grass.
If they should bother you again, Miss
Belinda, don't hesitate to chase them
away. They'll soon learn.' What do
you thing of that, Ben?”
“lI think—well. Belinda, it wouldn't
be polite to tell you what I think.
But I see your summer career is cut
out for you—educating Mrs, Higley's
chickens.”
Punctual James.
An old Englishman, James Scott by
name, traveled about on business un
til he was nearly 80 years of age. He
hecame celebrated for his punctualitly
and methodical habits. Upon one oc
casion a gentleman stopped at an inn
much frequented by Mr. Scott, and
saw a fine fowl cooking.
“That is very good,” said the hun
gry guest. “You may serve that for
my dinner.”
“You can not have that, sir,” re
rlied the landlord. “That is being
cooked for Mr. Scott, the traveler.”
“T know Mr. Scott very well,” said
the gentleman. “Is he stopping here?”
“Oh, no, sir,” answered the land
lord. “But £ix months ago he ordered
a fowl to be ready for him at pre
cisely 2 o'clock to-day, and we are
expecting him every minute.”
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