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J A MODEL STEP-DAUGHTER.
J JM e e o e e J ft. ,3 HE meadow was all pearled over jV' with dew; the August sun was distilling sweetness from Abigail Wray' ve-pinks and sweet will lams, arid the girl sang gayly at her work, as she put the coffee and hot graham gems on the table, and nodded to her father coming in from the fields, with his black-ribboned straw hat in his hand. "Well, puss," said the farmer, with a smile, "how did you enjoy yourself last night, listening to this fine new lec turer?" "Oh, so much, father!" cried Abigail. "The hall was crowded, and I don't know whether we all cried or laughed oftenest. Oh, father," she added, "what a grand thing It must be to be able to move people's hearts like that!" "Humph!" said Elihu Wray. "In my time women used to stay at home and mind the house and look after their children, Instead of going tramping around the country giving lectures." "But Miss Perceval has neither hus band nor children, father," urged Abi gail. "And I don't suppose she has any home to look after." "Miss Perceval? That's her name, is It?" "Father, I wish you'd go to hear her!" cried eager Abigail. "I'm sure she'd make you laugh and cry, too! You couldn't help it. She Isn't pretty, you see, but she has such an expressive face, with bright, sparkling eyes like a bird's!" "I knew a woman once," slowly ut tered Wray, "who took to speechifying In public. Nobody would have thought It of her, either the quietest, shyest little thing in the world. But there Is bo accounting for women. I never heard her, but I'm told she made a suc cess of It. Her name was Daggett" "Father, you'll go with me to-night, won't you?" coaxed Abigail. "Do! Just to please me. I do so want you to hear Hiss Perceval. John Tracy he's on the committee, you know he says they pay her fifty dollars a night She must have a deal of money laid up. Oh, I wish I had a talent like that!" "Tut tut, my little girl!" said the farmer as he sprinkled sugar over his heaping saucer of blueberries. "I don't wish It at all. What should I do If you went lecturing half over the continent and left me here alone?" "But father, I must leave you some time," reasoned Abigail. "Every girl does." "Then you're not going to become a little old maid for my sake, eh, puss?' Abigail laughed, shot a roguish glance at him from beneath the dark curtain of her eyebrows, and shook her head. "All girls marry, father," she said. "Your Miss Perceval hasn't got mar ried. It seems." "No, father. She can do better." "Don't you believe that my girl," aid Mr. Wray. "There Is no better fortune In all the world than to marry, If you can marry the person you love." "Getting sentimental?" Abigail ask ed, clapping her plump hands. ' "It ain't sentiment, child. It's com-mon-sense," sturdily maintained Wray. "Father," abruptly spoke Abigail, Tve often wondered why you did not marry again." "I!" He looked up In amazement "Because," added the girl, "mother never was much of a companion for you. She was always sick and com plaining, and she didn't care for books. as you did, and she fretted at every lit tle thing, until I used to wonder at your patience with her. Oh, you see, 1 noticed all these things, child though you thought I was. And she told me nee " She checked herself abruptly. Wray looked at her with grave surprise. "Told you what, Abigail?" "I don't know whether I ought to re peat it father," said Abigail, coming around to his side and resting her clasped hands lightly on his shoulder. "It was the day before she died; and she told me lota of things, besides, that I did not know. She said she nev er had any real right to your heart; that you never had cared for her, and that she didn't deserve that you should, and that there was another girl " "There, puss, there," said the farm er, with a strange quiver in his stern eyelid. "Mother was flighty toward the last We'll forget these things." "But father, if it's Lucia Lee as I mistrust it is and If you'd be any hap pier married to her, I won't make any trouble," pleaded Abigail. "I'll be the best' stepdaughter In the world; I only want you to be happy, father." "Well, it isn't Lucia Lee," said Mr. Wray, laughing, "and if it was, why you'd be crazy, child, to think of get ting me Into such a scrape at fifty-odd years old.' "But you're young-looking, father, and handsome," urged Abigail. Nonsense: There, give me some more coffee. Those lazy fellows In the ten-acre lot will be sure to dawdle away the time until I get back to them Let's hear something more about this lecturing old maid of yours," he added. "Father, hush!" Abigail had gone back to her seat be hind the tray, where she faced the wide, open door. She could see a figure standing hesitatingly on the threshold; her father was quite oblivious to Its presence. "It's Miss Perceval herself!" cried Abigail, Jumping up. "Please walk In, Miss Perceval, I'm so glad to see you, You don't know it, perhaps, but I was one of your listeners last night, and I kept thinking how proud I should be If ever I had a chance to speak to you! Our name is Wray, and I am Abigail. Father, this Is Miss Perceval!" Mr. Wray, who had risen from his seat and now stood facing the unex pected guest bowed courteously. Few city votaries of fashion could have dis played more exquisite courtesy and hospitality than this country lass, in the blue cambric frock with the simple white ruffling at her neck, as she wel comed the stranger. "Will you have some of our fresh blueberries?" said Abigail. "I picked them myself, while the dew was on them. And the coffee Is quite hot!" Miss Percival was a tall, middle-aged woman, with brown hair, slightly I Lli BE THE BEST STEP-DAUGHTER IX THE WOULD. threaded with silver; bright, dark eyes and color that varied In her cheek, as she looked from Abigail to her father. "I I have lost my way," she hesitat ed. "I oughtn't to have attempted to ramble about alone; but I used to know something about this part of the coun try, and " Once more her eyes fell beneath Elihu Wray's searching glance; she laughed uneasily. "So you are the lecturing woman?' said he, quietly. "The. 'lecturing old maid,' you called me, Elihu," retorted Miss Perceval, re covering her composure with marvel ous quickness. "Have I grown so very old?" "But Miss Perceval?" "That's my nom de publique," said she. "One must shelter one's self be hind something. How do you suppose 'Huldah Daggett would look on the bulletin boards? Can't a woman change her name except by matri mony?" "t atner, cried Abigail, "are you ac quainted with Miss Perceval? Why didn't you tell me so before?" "Because I didn't know it myself, child. How was I to know that Miss Perceval, the famous lecturer who makes people laugh or cry, according to her will, was little Huldah Daggett, who used to hunt hazelnuts with me and build snow forts beyond the school- house forty years ago?" "I feel exactly like a ghost come back to this earth," said Miss Perceval, shiv ering. "Everything is so changed, and yet the same. And I have dreamed so many, many times about returning to dear old Millville. And so Janet Is dead, and this tall girl leaning on your shoulder is her daughter! But you are not changed, Elihu; at least, not out wardly." "I am changed in nothing,- Huldah,' said he. "Nor have I ever changed in any respect." "Not when you married Janet? Oh, Elihu, It was then that I felt forced to plunge into some all-absorbing occupa tion, to keep myself from heart-break. I never should have had a career If it had not been for that" 'Janet told me you had confided to her that you were engaged to a rich banker In New York." 'It was not true!" exclaimed Miss Perceval. "She told me that you were in love with her; that you were heart ily sick of your old bargain with me. And I wrote you a last appeal, which you never noticed by word or line an appeal that I sent you by Janet After that what could I think?" Abigail had flown upstairs, and now returned with a time-yellowed note in her hand. Father, I believe I can explain this," said she. "Poor mother yielded to temp tation and kent back the letter. Here It Is. I found it between the leaves of one of her books, and, until now, I never understood what it meant I see it all, father! Miss Perceval! Father! Father! Remember what I said ten minutes ago. Dear Miss Perceval, he is eo good, so true, and I'm ready to make such a model stepdaughter!" And then she ran out of the room to rescue her pet terrier from the fangs of the butcher's big dog, coming down the road, and when she returned Miss Perceval sat smiling in the deep win dow-seat a daisy in her hand, a blush on her cheek. "Would you really like a stepmother, child?" said she. I would like father to be happy!" eagerly answered Abigail. "Then," said Miss Perceval, "I sup pose you must have your way!" And the world at large wondered at this brilliant lecturer marrying a quiet country farmer, and secluding herself In the wilderness. But the world at large did not know how happy she was. New York Ledger. POLITENESS Of "Women to Women as to Eeata In street Cara. If anything riles a woman, it is to have some younger woman get up and offer her a seat in a street car. This misplaced civility infers that the elder woman is to be considered on account of her age, when, in fact, here Is little difference In years between the two. I witnessed a droll bit of comedy the other day In a Brookline electric that makes me smile every time I think of it The car was full, with several pas sengers standing, when in bounced a stout well-preserved person, with white hair beautifully pompadoured. She was dressed in. deep mourning, but a bunch of violet in the front of the coat gave a touch of "mitigation" to her grief, which was quite borne out by the merriment lurking in her mouth and eyes. The lady grasped a strap and looked out of the window. Then suddenly a young person sitting near, observing, perhaps, that no man in the car intended to offer his seat rose and leaning forward touched the other on the arm, saying: "Won't you have my seat?" "Are you going to get out?" asked the standee. 'No, ma'am," replied this tactless creature, "but you are older than I, arid " But the sentence was never finished. If a glance could slay, that young person would have fallen on the floor dead. "Thank you. When I am too old to stand up, I shall not enter a public con veyance." That was all. The junior woman slunk back into the seat and some of the passengers tittered. Cincinnati Enquirer. " Quaint Prayers. A small farmer, an Eglishman, old and devout, had a dozen cattle, two or three of which he lost by the cattle- disease then prevailing. A clergyman expressed his sympathy, and the aged man replied, "The Bible tells us that the cattle on a thousand hills are His, so when He wants any, He knows where to find 'em." Evidently the good farmer took pride in his small herd, and felt compliment ed by the death of two or three of them. The Rev. Newman Hall, from whose "Autoblagraphy" we have taken this quaint bit of piety, reports as quaint a prayer, uttered by an old, decrepit workman, whom he visited in an alms house. "We prayed together, and at my re quest, leaning back in his easy chair, he prayed for me in terms I have never forgotten: 'God bless him I Make him like the candlestick beaten gold! Help him to say as the sailor when he rounds a dangerous point, "All is well!" If Thou make him useful Thou wilt give him trials; but it's grand cross-bearin' when it's tied on wi lover " During ourcivil war there was a great dearth of cotton In the English manufacturing towns, and a quantity of Inferior short fiber was imported from Surat in India. A mill-hand, pray ing at a prayer-meeting, said, "O Lord, send us cotton! send us cotton! but no Surat, Lord!" Hoist with His Own Petard. Greedy grocer to farmer's wife, who is supplying him with butter: "This pun' o' butter is ower llcht, gudewife." Gudewife: "Blame yersel', then; I weighed it wi tue pun' o' sugar I gat f rae ye yestreen." Tit-Bits. Eating thirty quail In thirty days can't be much of a feat; many a man has eaten beefsteak every day for fifty days. If a girl is really fond of music, her own piano playing will make her sick. MRS. WILLIAM C. WHITNEY. Por Manj Tear She Waa One of o cietr'a Handsomeat Leader. Mrs. William C. Whitney, who died recently, at the Whitney country home on Long Island, was one of three hand some daughters of Dr. William May, of Baltimore, and was long a social lead er. As a girl Edith May visited Ger many with her father and there met Capt Randolph, a dashing officer of the English army. Randolph was married, but fell In love with the beau tiful American and went to England for a divorce. He got it Long before this Dr. May had taken his daughters back to Baltimore, as he did not ap prove of the English officer's atten tions. Capt Randolph came to this country later, when he was free to marry, and Dr. May gave his consent The marriage took place. Capt Ran- MBS. WILLIAM C. WHITNEY. dolph was stationed in Canada and there the family lived until his death, Then the widow returned to New York. Her means were modest but she was popular in society. Mrs. Whitney remained a widow for some years after the death of her first husband. On Sept. 29, 1896, she was married to William C. Whitney in St. Savior's Church at Bar Harbor, In the presence of a few friends. Mr. Whit ney had been a widower then for four years. His first wife and the second Mrs. Whitney had been friends for some years and the families were fre quently together. Mrs. Whitney was related to many families well known in New York society, as, for example, the Kanes, Winthrops and Oelrichses. Mrs. Whitney met In 189S with the ac cident which resulted In her death. On Feb. 21 she was riding to one of the hunts at Aiken, S. C. While she was riding under a bridge her head struck a timber. She had frequently ridden under the same bridge without acci dent But it happened on this day that she was riding a hunter much larger than the horse she habitually rode. She was knocked off the horse ind ever after that time was practic ally a helpless Invalid. She was re moved to New York as soon as hex condition made it possible. Later sh was removed in her husband's yacht to Bar Harbor, and finally was taken to Wrestbury, L. I. Mrs. Whitney had al ways been fond of racing, and a spe cial track was laid out for her at West bury so situated that she could watch the contests on it from a window of hex room. Mrs. Whitney had two daugh ters by her first husband and they sur vive. A Gallant Small Boy. A heroic rescue was performed late ly in San Francisco by a boy only eight years old. The San Bruno Hotel had taken fire, and the flames Were- not dis covered until it was too late to save the building, or, as it afterward turned out, to get out of it all its inmates. While the fire was raging little Theo dore Steiner, eight years old, the son of the proprietor of the hotel, learned that a baby, a year old, the child of one of the guests, had been left in an upper room. Theodore did not wait to apprise some older person of this fact; he acted instantly on his own re sponsibility. Rushing up the stairs In the midst of fire and smoke, he disappeared from the view of the bystanders. At that very moment the walls began to tot ter. Those who had seen the boy en ter gave him up for lost. He was, In deed, gone a surprisingly long time, but finally, at the very last moment when It would have been possible for anyone to come out of the building alive, he emerged, bearing the baby in his arms. He had rescued It from what in a moment more would have been death. Protest Against a Sunday Law. There Is a law against working on Sunday In Bavaria, but the paper mills are protesting on the ground that their supply of water power is so uncertain that they are compelled to make use of it whenever they can, and that by not taking advantage of a strong cur rent, occurring on Sunday, they are apt to lose a great deal of time. The authorities are considering the suspen sion of the law regarding paper mills. A Symptom. Manford What makes you think the girl loves you? Sanford She has begun belittling all the other girls that I know. In every neighborhood yon will find i lot of people who borrow so much that they are talked about. Hollrooi, StMnsSírinnemlIfi EXPRESS. DAVID K. UDALL, Proprietor. time; table. LaT. Holbrook daily exceptJSundayi, 1:00 p.ra " Woodruff " " " 5:3 p. m Arrir. Station " " Monda ji 1:09 a.m LeaT Station " " " 1:0 a.m " Concho " " ' 1:0 a.m " St. John " 11:00 a.m Ar. 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