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(Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspa
per Syndicate.)
f Hugh McIntosh sorted his letters
rapidly, pausing for an instant to look
at the superscription upon a small,!
square envelope, the handwriting of
which he did not recognize. This he
laid aside for the moment for more
pressing business and then forgot It.
This was strange, for It was an in
sistent thing, lying as It did alone upon
the desk in front of him. Once his
eyes fell upon it and he stretched out
» his hand to take it up but was inter
rupted and not until he left the office,
hours later, was he conscious that the
letter was still unread.
1 He picked It up and slipped it Into
his pocket, thinking to read it at his
leisure and again It was forgotten.
Yet he was neither a careless nor for
getful man, but at this time he was
absorbed by an important case that
claimed all his energy and determina
tion to carry it to a successful issue.
Beside this, he believed it to be an in
vitation which he had no time to ac
cept.
Two months later as he was passing
the White House he collided with a
woman in white who had suddenly
stopped in his path to read the suffrage
banner held aloft by a very tired
looking girl. With an apology he was
about to pass on, when he caught a
* side view of the face under the broad
brimmed hat. “You,” he said, stopping
short and holding out his hand. “1
thought you were in California.”
“I was until two months ago,” Mary
Bowie answered, “and it is good to be
back, even if my throat does contract
with an ache every time a uniform
passes me. War seemed farther away
out there, but here, where almost every
Other man you meet Is in khaki, it is
very near.”
“Yes,” he said, looking at her with
appreciative eyes, “living in Washing
ton we are in the midst of things and
the war is brought very close. But
suppose we forget it for a time. Come
and take lunch with me. I know a
place where they give you wonderful
rolls and a delicious salad. That is, of
course, unless you prefer a hotel.”
“My tastes are still simple,” she re
plied with a laugh. “Rolls and salad
sound good to a hungry woman.”
“It is rather a shabby little place,"
be answered, almost In apology.
“What matter? Washington Is a
City of extremes. Two blocks up the
avenue from the White House is
shabbiness indeed. Walk down Seven
teenth street until you reach the Cor
coran Art gallery. What do you
pass? Gentility, nothing more until
you come to the wonderful group of
buildings further on. That Is the one
thing about Washington—its strong
contrasts.”
“I did not bring you to lunch to talk
about contrasts and extremes. I want
to hear about yourself. Why didn’t
you let me know you were in town?”
“Don’t you read the daily papers?”
she asked carelessly. “I believe I was
announced even to the details of my
traveling dress, which was an old one,
by the way, and did not deserve no
toriety.”
“I never read the society news and
frivolity does not sit well upon you,
my dear young lady. What reason
'did you have for not sending me your
Card?”
. “Are you sure I did not?”
“Quite sure. It would have reached
jne if you had sent it.”
“I forgot your address and did not
think to look in the directory. You
Can give it to me now, if you will.”
He looked at her steadily. “Are you
(quite sure that was the reason?”
“Why not? It is the best I can
think of on the spur of the moment,”
Bhe returned lightly.
“Why should there be a reason?” he
lasked again.
"Why do you always look for one?”
Bhe countered back. “Think of it as a
Roman’s whim.”
"Neither whims nor frivolity be
comes you,” he replied shortly, “but I
will give you my card.” He drew a
flat case from his pocket and, not find
ing what he wanted, laid several
papers upon the table. Uppermost on
the pile was the unopened letter re
ceived two months before.
Mary Howies eyes widened, then
became expressionless as she glanced
from it to her companion, still search
ing for his elusive card. As he raised
his eyes they, also, were caught and
held by the square envelope.
“I forgot it,” he said simply. “It
reached me when I was absorbed in
fin important case. Of course it was
Inexcusable. I meant to read it when
I had leisure, but whenever I started to
Open it I was Interrupted. If you will
pardon me I will look over it now."
“Let It wait. An hour or so will
now make little difference to your cor
respondent.”
“I have never corresponded with n
woman in my life, and I doubt if this
Is anything more Important than an in
Vi tatlon.”
She placed a hand over the letter,
still lying on the table. “Just a little
’longer,” she said gayly. “There is no
telling what news it may contain and
you may wish you had read it alone.”
He shook his head as he slit the en
velope. “I will not have it longer upon
my conscience.”
As he opened the sheet he found it
blank. Curiously he further unfolded
it and a newspaper clipping dropped
Upon the table. It fell right side up
HHI_u
i
and held his gaze. Over and over he
read the printed words, then raised
his eyes to the girl’s face.
“You were right. It does contain
news.” He touched the envelope. “I
hart» never seen your handwriting.
Did you direct this?”
For answer she took a pencil and
card from her bag and wrote his name
upon It.
He placed it beside the envelope and
studied the two. His glance again fell
upon the printed slip which, after a
moment's hesitation, he rend nloud:
“Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bowie en
nounce the engagement of their daugh
ter, Mary, to Mr. William Berkeley.
The wedding will take place in the
early fall.”
For a time he looked absently at
the clipping, then his eyes sought and
held hers. *
"Not if I can prevent It,” he said at
last. “Do you think I will let you go
out of my life without protest?”
“I have never been in your life."
The reply came a trifle breathlessly.
“You have probably not realized It
any more than I, but this,” touching
the slip of paper, “makes it very plain
to me. The trouble has been I have
never had time for play, but in the
back of my mind has always been the
certainty thnt you and I would live
out our lives together. There has
been no time for play nor for that de
lightful experience, courtship, and
courtship is what a girl wants, is it
not?”
“Surely It Is her right.” The reply
held a touch of asperity.
“I suppose so and now I have no
time for it. This letter came two
months ago. It is now October, I
will have to take you whether you
will, or no. The courtship can come
afterward.” He looked at his watch.
“There Is just time to reach the city
hall before it closes. Will you come
with me and from there to some
clergyman? I am afraid to let you out
of my sight. Mary.”
“Aijd Mr. Berkely? I gave him my
promise.”
“This is a question between you and
me. I love you. I hope you care
enough for me to marry me. Some
promises should be broken before they
break one’s llfcv And, Mary, we can
be very happy together. If I had time
you would find It out before, but I am
pressed for time and the knowledge
must come later. Will you come?”
She had risen and was fumbling
rather aimlessly with her glove but
ton.
“I think I had better tell you some
thing first,” she replied a little un
steadily. “I found I did not care for
Mr. Berkely and at the eleventh hour
broke my engagement. I discovered
before It was too late that I cared for
another man.”
“And that man?”
“He wras very stupid.” She looked
at him squarely now. “I had to find
some way to make him know his own
mind for I was sure he cared for me,
but for many years he had taken me
so as a matter of course that he did
not realize It. You asked me if I
directed that envelope. I did not, bui
I know who did. It was addressed to
you at my request, and I think, Hugh,
as you are willing, we will forget there
Is such a thing as a big wedding. I
would rather go quietly with you to St.
Mark's parsonage.”
CONDUCTED BURIALS IN STATE
Large Amounts of Money Spent by
Colonists of Virginia in Exercises
Over Their Dead.
In colonial Virginia funerals were so
cial as well as solemn occasions, as is
shown by Mrs. Mary N. Stanard in her
Interesting review of the seventeenth
century customs of Virginians. When
death entered the planter’s home mes
sengers were sent on horseback over
land, or by sail or rowboat up and
down the rivers to notify friends and
relatives, while in the kitchen the big
pot was put into the little one; for
not only did the colonists bring‘with
them the English custom of the fu
neral feast, but much of the company
that would be ere long at the door
would arrive hungry after a journey
of muny miles and would remain sev
eral days, consuming a great quantity
of food and drink. The funeral ex
penses of John Smalcombe, who died
In 1645, Included a steer about four
years old and a barrel of strong beer,
which together cost nine hundred and
sixty pounds of tobacco—nearly four
times as much as the coffin, which cost
two hundred and fifty pounds. Powder
“spent at this funeral” cost twenty
four pounds of tobacco.
Snow Worms.
In Germany the term Vsnow worm*’
Is applied to the larva of a beetle often
found In the snow. Many species of
insect are commonly found on glaciers.
The most abundant of these are the
springtails, which hop like miniature
fleas or wriggle deftly into the cavities
of the snow, but are so minute that the
passerby needs to look for them In or
der to see them. Snow-loving spring
tails are not confined to glaciers; they
occur in great numbers on the surface
of melting snow on bright, sunny spring
days through the northern United
States.
Varied Interests.
Yes, by all means go In for a change
of work, and know the vigor, enthusi
asm of fitness that will come to you
as a result. It Is foolish, almost sui
cidal, to keep everlastingly pegging
away at the same thing. Fresh
thoughts always come with fresh tasks,
and everyone of us should, if we have
our own best Interests at heart turi
our spare hours over tc some work
that is absolutely new and strange to
us. ___
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AMERICAN i
INDUSTRY
J HE HAP NO j
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WHIP. I
TEAM WORK COUNTS!
AN EXPERIMENT IN GRL
OR THE FABLE OF '
Back In the Dark Ages of American
i Culture, before the French Accent had
j found its wuy to the Farm, and when
; the Cabbage Coaxers in our rura.
'Districts still pronounced Vaudeville
J “vawdavll” instead of "Vodeviei,”
! there lived a Showman whose chief
; Asset was a performing Mule. The
I name of the Showman was Wage
! Payer and the Source of his Income
i was dubbed Industry.
| Now it so happened that Wage
! Payer had spent a number of tedious
j yea— teaching Industry *o perform
! certain clever Tricks such as would
! tend to stimulate the Consumption of
! chewing gum and Peanuts among the
! gaping Audiences, aDd had burned
j
"Certain Clever Tricks Tending to
Stimulate the Sale of Chewing
Gum and Peanuts Among the
Gaping Audiences."
countless gallons of Midnight Oil
studying the Diseases that Mules are
1 Heir to so that He might keep Indus
try in the best of Health and Spirits;
for Industry, like all other Stage Art
ists, possessed a Temperament, which
i varied with the condition of his Liver.
! In return for the Effort He had ex
pended In ' le Education of the Mule,
i Wage-Payer figured that He Was en
■ titled to a Fair Share of the Income
derived from Industry’s Performances,
' but it appears that his arithmetical
i
I INDUSTRY
“The Muleteers Were Known as Wage
’ Earners."
calculations were at variance with the
Computations made by the Squad of
Husky Mule Tenders whom Wage
Payer had hired to minister to the
' material Needs of Industry. Now,
these Mule Tenders, who were known
as Wage-Earners, had always been
content with the Wages they were get
ting until there appeared in their
Midst a Man named Agitator, who
never did any Work himself but spent
his valuable Time in spreading the
Doctrine that the Laborer is Worthy
• of his "Higher."
And so Agitator took the Muleteers,
or Wage-Earners, to the Box office and
■ aroused their Jealousy by pointing ont
to them the gladsome Spectacle of
Wage-Payer raking in the fat Simeol
| eons with Ids right Hand. They lost
.sight of the fact that his South paw
was equally busy rolling out the silver
clinkers to a hungry crowd of credi
tors. They only had eyes for the In
take, and their hitherto substantial
Wages began to assume the propor
IUP OWNERSHIP;
[^PERFORMING MULE
tions of a Ford Runabout In a Field
of Supersixes.
“Where do you come In on the gate
Receipts?” asked the cunning Agitator.
To which the Muleteers responded:
“He gets the Dough and we get the
Crumbs."
And so a Delegation of Wage-Earn
ers wa3 sent to Interview Wage-Payer,
“Such a Man as Is Known as an Agita
to r."
and at the urgent suggestion of Agi
tator each Delegate carried a knotted
cudgel to help along the peaceful Proc
ess of Arbitration. When they pro
posed thut they be given a larger Pro
portion of the Gross Receipts, Wage
I’ayer, who had become nettled by the
“He Gets the Dough and We Get the
Crumbs."
Increasing Expenses, threw up his
hands and cried in Classic English:
“I’m sick of this job, anyway. Take
the old Mule and do what you want
with him. Good-bye, Good Luck, God
Bless ¥eu I”
Whereupon Wage-Payer tied a wet
Towel about Ills fevered Brow, tele
— ■■ ■ ■■■!! Ill * I n urn II —— — ■ —
"I'm Sick of This Job Anyway."
phoned fof a nerve Specialist, and
went to Bed for a Best. Meantime, the
Wage-Earners, somewhat Punicstrlck
en by the unexpected turn of Events,
set about putting Industry through his
Paces for the Matinee Performance,
but never having studied mule Peda
gogy, they got their Signals mixed and
caused the Mule to count Ten In com
puting the Age of a Moth-eaten Octo
genarian in the Audience. Whereupon
the audience forgot to Hooverlze In the
use of Eggs and Vegetables.
But that didn’t conclude the Trou
bles of the Mule Minders. The Extor
tioners begun to arrive with their Ac
counts Due and Payable and the Wage
Earners in their Efforts to Economize
cut down on Industry's Diet. Industry
began to get groggy on his Pins, and
after two or three performances col
lapsed altogether. Whereupon the Mule
Minders held a conference and decided
that Agitator was the only man capa
ble of bundling the Situation, so they
sent for Him and asked his advice.
“The Mule’s faking,” responded Agi
tator. “He needs a good Beating.”
The Wage-Earners applied Agitator’s
cure until their Biceps ached, nnd then
came to the Conclusion that although
Agitator was a fancy Swimmer in the
Sea of Theories, he needed a Pair of
Water Wings when it came to practi
cal application. There was but one
Alternative left for the Wage-Earners.
| S'f/pr\ 'rS f \ J
“My Friends, the Mule Suffers from
Malnutrition."
Either they must persuade Wage-Payer
to come back on the job, or starve to
death, so they pocketed their Pride
and sent a hurry call for the former
Chief of Mysteries.
‘ My Friends,” announced Wage-Pay
er, with his Hand on Industry’s pulse,
“the Mule suffers from Malnutrition.
He is In a serious condition, but we
can pull him through if you follow my
advice. Bear one Thing in mind if you
would manage Industry so as to get
the Best out of him: You can’t skimp
on his Food.”
“But we don’t want to manage him
any longer,” chorused the Wage-Earn
ers. “That’s what we got you back
for. We can wash him and curry him,
and feed him, when we have the Pood
to feed him with, but we need some one
to put him through his Paces and take
care of the Finances.”
Moral: You can’t shift Scenes and
run the Show at the same Time.—In
dustrial Conservation, New York.
WHO IS THE EMPLOYER?
Manufacturers, contractors or those
who undertake the production of any
thing that the market demands are al
most Invariably considered the employ
ers. This is erroneous; they are sim
ply the directors of the industry and
are themselves employees of those who
desire the product
These directors engage the services
of other employees—manual workers,
etc.—in behalf of the purchasers of
the product The purchasers are,
therefore, the real employers. The di
rectors and the workers are actually
fellow caftsmen engaged in a common
service.—Industrial Conservation, New
York.
UNDERSTANDING EACH OTHER.
War surely pulls people together,
and Its effects In better understanding
among business men are already so
plain that If peace comes tomorrow
the new co-operative measures adopt
ed by many of our Industries and
trades the last six months would go
far toward paying for the enormous
war outlay to date.
All the co-operation now existing
and planned between manufacturers is
recognized by labor to be Ineffective
without Its whole hearted support, and
every day Is strengthening the growth
of a new spirit among American work
ingmen.—Industrial Conservatlop, New
York.
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"Kit,” said the rector of St. James
to his daughter. “I have found a cu
rate to take the place of young Rob
erts, who goes to another field. The
man who relieves Roberts Is a Mr.
Kinsley, who left the seminary only
last spring, and has been much sought
after since, because he promises to be'
a shining mark in the profession. Ii
am Indebted to the bishop for securing'
him as my assistant. You know my
dear that I am not as strong as form
erly, and this young man can be in-i
trusted with'a great deal of my work.
I would not like to lose him through
any—well—”
“All right papa dear,” said Kit, put-i
ting her arms around her father’s'
neck, “I promise you to let Mr. Kins
ley alone.”
This was promising a great deal, for
Mr. Roberts was the third curate who
had fallen in love with Kathryn Tre
vor, and when refused by her had con
sidered It necessary to seek another
field.
“Very well, my dear,” replied the
rector to his daughter’s promise; "if
Kinsley falls in love with you and pro
poses I shall expect you to accept
him.”
Kathryn made no reply to this. Her
confidence In herself was not of the
strongest. She loved her father and
was anxious that he should be re
lieved of his arduous duties; she in
tended to give the new curate a wide
berth.
The new curate fulfilled in every re
spect what was expected of him. He
spoke without notes, and this enabled
him, to lend his congregation readily
In the many things outside his ser
mons that are required of a clergyman.
What he said and did was always to
the point. A3 to relieving the rector it
was* not long before he was able to do
almost anything required of his supe
rior better than that superior himself.
The day after he entered upon his du
ties Kathryn went upon a three
months’ visit to a friend living in a
distant city. Those of the congrega
tion who knew the real reason of her
father’s not being able to keep a cu
rate were very much pleased at her
conduct in keeping out of Mr. Kins
ley's way. “How noble of her!” said
Mrs. Ballinger to Mrs. Smythe. “Splen
did,” was the reply. “And how nice
for poor Mr. Trevor, whose health is.
so poor!"
“Beautiful!” rejoined Mrs. Ballinger.
The third Sunday after Mr. Kinsley
assumed his duties, the rector was ill.
and the curate conducted the services
and preached. Mrs. Ballinger and Mrs.
Smythe walked home from church to
gether. “What a beautiful sermon!”
remarked the former.
“He’s a born orator!” was the reply.
“He’ll be our dear rector's successor.”
“Indeed he will, and the sooner he
takes the first place the better It will .
be for the parish.”
Mr. Kinsley continued in such favor
that within sixty days after he began
to officiate as rector Mrs. Smythe, who
ran the affairs of the congregation,
had her plans laid for getting rid of
the rector and putting the curate In
his place. The only difficulty in her
way was that the congregation loved
the old doctor, and never wwuld have
dreamed of putting him aside had it
not been suggested by Mrs. Smythe.
As It was, the lady engineered the mat
ter so well that all was ripe for hint
ing to the rector that his resignation
would be acceptable to some persons
in the ccngregatlon.
One day Kathryn appeared at home
having cut short her visit a month.
Coming out of church the Sunday af
ter her arrival, she saluted Mrs.
Smythe:
“How lovely,” said the latter, “that
your dear father has such a prop in
his old age.”
“It is indeed; I hear the new curate
will now get some rest.”
Kathryn had been at home a month.
The curate had called upon her on her
return, and that was all. Her father
supposed he had every reason to be
satisfied with her behavior towards his
assistant, but he was not thinking of
that; he had heard indirectly that
there was a movement on foot to dis
place him. He was much worried, but
said nothing to his daughter about the
matter.
One morning the postman called at
the rectory as usual at breakfast time
and among the letters he left were two
of importance. The doctor opened the
first and looked •with surprise and sus
picion at his daughter. It was the cu
rate’s resignation. However, the old
man said nothing, but turned to the
other letter. It informed him that
certain wealthy members of the con
gregation who were relied on to keep
up the church were in favor of putting
the curate in his place. His resigna
tion would be a financial benefit to the
church.
The doctor laid down both letters
and again looked at his daughter, who
was meekly eating a muffin.
“Kathryn,” he said kindly, 'T hope
you have had nothing to do with Mr.
Kinsley’s resignation. You know yon
promised me—"
“Yes, papa, but I heard that Mrs.
Smythe was going to put him in your
place.”
She sat beside her father. He drew
her to him and kissed her.
“Yon naughty girl! How, where,
and when did you do It?”
“That doesn’t matter, papa dear. It’s
done.”
Doctor Trevor Is still rector of St.
James.