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THE MASTER OF LIFE.
I am the rdA'ish, KnHter f laiv. Where ii, y shni p coulter leads Ce.iftea tt-Tlilty; Anil, by my uiir:rFrB (;inddene,i and 8itiilled, Follow the j.ioplvbl I, In the Kllrnmerlnsr dawn, Furrowing clrtlewlse I.eavins wiiln K where Iatb Fwunic his lila, k Kiitea nnnn Traced the foundations where ' Jlor the prnuil tmtilementa, listlmiH und walla round The C'Uy of Lite: To me for chnrity Come the worn mendicants, 1 Ufye Identity of Diane. By Muriel Hirte. My bag was already on the hansom and Brice was landing In my gun ase when the telegraph boy ran up the steps. "For Caj-rLston'," he admitted, In answer to ray hurried question. Just a few minutes later, and I might have been saved all the em barrassments of that October after Boon; but. as It was, I tore the en velope open and read: "Diane coming by 3.20 train; please bring her down. Augusta." That Is so like my cousin's wife! When the last trump sounds for tho last soul to hand in its reckoning, Augusta will have gone back for her lace pocket handkerchief fio r.ow, at the seventh hour, I was expected to rise to the situation and act as cicerone to a total stranger. For who on earth was "Diane?" That was the question that tortured me as my hansom carried me all too quick ly to our trysting place. I remembered vaguely that when Augusta married my cousin, Stanfleld Fane, there was a talk of French connections! of a niece from Perlgord to loin the bridesmaid's ranks; of a dash of French blood that drove Au gusta recklesBly to Paquln for her wedding gown, amply atoned for by the stiff magnificence of her fine Eng lish presence. For to lay to Augusta's charge any Gallic frivolity would be to stretch one's Imagination to snapping point! I was still immersed In the problem of Diane's Identity when my hansom pulled up at Paddlngton. There For tune played Into my hand, for as I stood waiting for my turn at the ticket office I heard 4 lady's voice, with the unmistakable throaty "r" of the Parisian, demand a "first dass' for Wryborough. The station was dark; but as she turned her hemrt I r a tie tit a glimpse of a dainty retrousse profile under the smooth masses of her welldressed hair, and the neat way she gathered up her Bkirts over her little high heeled boots confirmed me In my con clusions as to her nationality. Meanwhile, ai she tripped briskly down the platform, I reminded myself with a certain lightening of spirit of my obligations to Augusta, end a few minutes later found us both seat ed in the opposite corners of t through carriage for the little coun try station. It was even with a certain anxiety that I frowned at possible Intruders, and we were Just about to start when a frantic porter, dragging an unwill ing Bpanlel by a leash, came panting tip the platform. The dog was thrust Into the van ad joining, none too gently, I fear, as a yelp rang out before the door was slammed, followed by a low and mournful howl. As the train puffed out I glanced at my pretty compan ion. Her piquant face showed a ready sympathy. "Ob, le pauvre!" she murmured softly, as a second mournful note rose and quivered and died away. Here was my opportunity. "I'm always sorry for poor dumb animals," I began, somewhat lamely, but the lady broke in with a mis chievous smile. "Dumb?" she queried, wllh the prettiest little accent In the world. '0 ough!" went the spaniel next door, and we both laughed aloud. A cold autumn wind blew In at the open window, ajid, seeing her hand on the sash, I rose to her asslstunce. "Mercl, monRleur!" said rny com pnnlon. "Wo will shut out ie 'owls!" "Wo may as well be warm," I said, stifling a smile.. "It is a long Journey to Wryborough." "TIens! Monsieur goes there, too?" P1e raised her finely arched brows, evidently In Ignorance of Augusta's ninth hour decision. Then a linpny thought struck me, I would kfnp the fact of iny destina tion secret up to the last moment, and only when we had bolh arrived at Wryboroueh Ccirt should she know I was one of the bouse jmi.y f.r t':q week en J. "I r.m going down for the Bhoot lrn." I said vaguely. t'i-.-j nodded her head wisely. "! Ff.w tpcnMeur hv.l 1-,U run. Will It ! for birds now or for foxes?" l.i i "y for me, the s;anh 1 chlm I: g In e :,iu stilled my involuntary s .... Fnotln It painfully Out from the darkness Into the silence Here are my alma for vou 1'i.ured forth abundantly loura while the earth know hummer and winter, tv-fd-tltie and harvest Eat and be glad! TKypt and Nineveh, Home and Assyria Were hut my p-nlnners; I ntn the permanent, Ptlll atand my klnKdnms Htlll wave the cornllcMs Seeming but slave Indeed, Muster of Life am I 1 am the plough! -W. G. Hole, in London Spectator. "We don't shoot foxes in this coun try," I began, and promptly kicked myself for being pedantic when I saw the hurt expression on Diane's pretty face; "but we hunt them," I added swiftly. "Enfin!" She shrugged her shoul ders slightly. "It does come to ze same, n'est ce pas? zey die!" She looked out at the bare trees and autumn gloom, and gave a little shiver as she continued: "For my sake, I would prefer to be shot. I do not like to Imagine my self, for Instance, to be ate by dogs! It is your favorite picture here re 'sport print,' is It not, monsieur? In ze air ze poor fox upside down, and below ze dogs In rows, moBt fierce and 'ungry. Mon Dlcu, I pity Mm!" I felt at all costs the subject must be dropped. "We don't hunt much at Wrybor ough," I said evasively. "We've no pack near enough." The name of the place changed the current of her thoughts. "Per'aps you know ze Court, where I go to stay with Mrs. Stanfleld Fane and family? You have an acquain tance wiz them, monsieur?" "I have known them for years," I said carelessly. "It's a pretty place a typical English country house.1 She watched me a little anxiously. I thought "An' te children you know zem?" she hazarded, at last. "Of course," I answered, somewhat bewildered. "Regular little demons they are, too!" A horrified look swept - over her face. "I do not understan'," she murmur ed. 'Demons? Zat is devils, Is it not? But monsieur Jests!" as I laugh ed aloud. "Monkeys," I amended. "What you call 'petlts gamins' in your charming country." I was rewarded by her smile of Acknowledgement. "I was only thinking of the tricks they played the last time I was there with poor old Frauleln, the German governess. Would It amuse you to hear the story?" "But yes!" said Diane, eagerly. She leaned forward to catch my words above the Increasing rattle of the train, and I moved across so ns to pour the harrowing story into her ear. The fast fading light from the window outlined her pretty pro file, but threw her face Into shadow, so that I could not Judge of its ex pression; and as I came to the crisis of the children's practical Joke we rattled down an Incline Into a deep cutting between high banks. t wonder the fright didn't Kin her." I wound up cheerfully, "but it takes a lot to kill a German govern ness. To my horror, by way of response I caught a stifled sob. "Oh, it was cruel, cruel! came a despairing voice. "Mon Dleu, what Im possible children barbaric wizout earts.!" "Good gracious!" I ejaculated. "I'm awfully Borry! I'd no idea you'd take it that way! They slia'n't play tricks oa you, I promise you that!" In the gloom I saw that she turned her face aside and her handkershlef went up stealthily to her eyes. "Why, I'm staying in tho house!" I assured her eagerly. "I wasn't go ing to tell you. Just for the Joke, but as It is, I'll see you through. The children shan't worry you." "You are most good, came a stifled voice, "and it Is foolish, indeed, to be upset; but ie long Journey and Eng land Is so strange!" Her poor little apology touched me to the heart, and involuntarily I laid my hand over hers. "Do forgive me!" I entreated. "It was all my silly fault!" Fhe turned to me wilh a dawning smile on her still quivering lips; her large brown eyes wilh the tired shad ows beneath met my own In a grate ful silence, and at that precise mo ment t'.ie train gave a loud whistle nnd darted into a tunnel, leaving us in total darkners. A faint ecream came from my fret tv companion. '"Quel l.orreur!" I heard her tiny In a stranded voice, and the band hi mine clutched nie with n":voi:s force. "It's not a long one!" 1 shouii J, rcissuilngly, nbovo the roar of lbs train's passage, leaning a little toward her. Bump, went the carriage over the uneven rails, and the softest check in the world came up against my own! I vow It was not my fault, but Just a combination of circumstances too strong to withstand. But, as It was. the train popped out as Inconsiderately as It had dashed. Into that confounded tunnel, and there was Diane's glossy head comfortably popped against my Bhoulder and my arm firmly planted round that neat French waist! The sunshine blinked at us Impu dently from behind a heavy cloud and the sudden glare completed my con fusion, but my little companion, with native grace, Bwiftly exlWeated her self from what We both, I think, felt to be a false situation. She rose quickly to her feet and straightened her tumbled hair In the dingy mirror opposite. "Monsieur must excuse . . ." she said, rapidly, with carefully averted face, "it is not often that I And my self to faint! but a tunnel with no lamp Impossible to figure to another the suffocation It produces!" Her hands went up to her slendor throat with true dramatic effect the clever little woman! My admiration for her rose by leaps nnd bounds. And suddenly the picture of Augus ta's face had she bot peeped in upon us and realized the result of her tele graphic precipitation flashed before my mental vision. Our eyes met, as Diane turned away from the glass; at first shyly, then with a gathering sense of mis chief, and I could not resist the im pulse. "I was thinking of Augusta," I ans wered the challenge of those arched eyebrows. "She asked me to look after you coming down, you know!" But a look of bewilderment came Into her exprc3slve eyes. "Augusta? I do not understan'." "My cousin, of course, Mrs. Fane." It was my turn to be puzzled now, for the lady gave a little Inarticulate cry. and turned to me, her hands clasped together, her face despairing. "She must nevalre know," she stammered. "I did not imagine to myself that monsieur was of the 'ouse! Mon Dleu! It would be wiser that we are not acquainted." She broke off with a shrug of her shoulders, and sat down in the far corner of the carriage. "Enfin," she concluded, "monsieur understands we 'ave not met." The sudden change nettled me. Why, too, this desparate fear of Au gusta? Surely she could not believe that I would be guilty of gossiping! "I am afraid I can hardly agree to that," I said, In a voice as frigid as her own, "seeing that I was asked, 89 I mentioned before, to travel down with you." Her pretty face grew pink. "Monsieur must forgive- me but I cannot understan'!" I diverj Into my pocket, and, pro ducing the crumpled telegram, I hand ed It across silently and at arm's length. She took It with a little depreca tory smile, and read It slowly through aloud. " 'Diane coming by 3:30 train; please bring her down. Augusta.' " "You see" I began, triumphantly; but at this moment the train drew up at Clipstone Junction, and a friend ly station mastor broke in upon our tete-a-tete. "You're all right for Wryborough, sir! It's the slip carriage. 'Ope you'ro quite well, sir. Right away there!" He waved his arm vigorously, and we were off again, grunting and Jerk ing down the steep incline. "An' who is Diane?" said my com panion, thoughtfully. I gave a violent start. "Why do you mean to say you? Aren't you Diane?" I shouted in my excitement. "Mais non! Monsieur," came the demure voice, "I am Julie Julie An geilque Danton, tat is my name. I do not understan'." Again that maddening reiteration. " Ton my soul, I don't either!" I brM In my annoyance, but at the sound of my voice mademoiselle drew herself up stiffly. "I am sorry it is evident monsieur 'as made a mistake " she looked at me Indignantly, "several mistakes," she amended, with cool precision. I felt I had deserved It, but the situation was desperate. 'I beg your pardon," I said hur riedly; "please don't . misunderstand me. I'm so awfully worried over that wire. Don't you see" I leaned for ward confidentially "I'm delighted to have met you, of course, but if you aren't Dlnne, where is she? and what shull I Bay to Augusta?" For a moment she struggled for composure, and then she laughed aloud. 'I cannot 'elp It," she cried. "It i is so funny! And monsieur's face. Mon Dleu! it Is like a piay!" I Joined In wra'hfully. "It's all Very well for you." I said ns the carriage Fiow.y siacKvnco sped, "but hore we are at Wrybor ough, and where the dhVcn Is Diane?" The door opened, and I helped my companion to alight, with a quick Blanco down the empty platform. Thank goodness Augusta had not come to meet us! But I congratula ted myself too soon, for, as I turned to the van for my luggage, a sound of wheels fell on my ears and I saw across the low hedge .my cousin's wife efect and massive in tho phae ton, driving up at full speed. At the moment the door of the van swung back, and tho first "lug gage" to alight was the spaniel, straining at his leash, hounding and curvetting with Joy at his release. . The solitary porter, holding him, turned to me In his trouble. "If you don't mind taking the dawg, sir," he suggested, "I'll 'ave the port manteau out In a minute.'' I was quieting the half frantic ani mal when Augusta appeared on the scene. "How are you?" Bhe said, heartily, "I'm afraid I'm lute, but one of those hnteful traction engines was crawl ing up the lane before us, and there wasn't room to pass. You've brought Diane, I see. That's capital!" I looked -at her In speechless amazement, but luckily her attention was riveted on the dog. "Poor old girl there there!" She fondled the glossy coat. "Dldduros hate Its nasty Journey then? Poor glrllo, poor "old Dlano!" She raised her head a moment as a neat figure passed us with carefully averted face, guided by the tall footman with obvious condescension to the distant cab. "There goes the new governess," said Augusta, cheerfully; "an Improve ment on old Frauleln, Isn't she, Dick? But you must be famished, so come, along only I'm such a baby over old Diane." She took the leash from me and moved forward. "I am glad yon found her! I was so afraid you'd get the wire, and pot the letter, and won der, whatever I meant, and I simply couldn't bear the Idea of her coming down from the vet, all by her lone some In a nasty van oh, Diane?" I murmured something Incoherent as I helped my cousin's wife Into the phaeton. Diane settled herself comfortably between my knees, and as Augusta gathered up the reins into her capable hands she gave me a little nod of ap proval. "I see you've made great friends al ready," she commented, "you and Di ane?" I resisted a rising desire to laugh, and answered her gravely. "Friendship Un't the word for It," I said. Black and White. A MURDER CASE. A Dead Overcoat Brings Out th Re serves. "Murder, sure!" whispered a First precinct patrolman a few nights ago. His nose was flat against the window of a photographer's shop up on-. F street. Dimly visible within the shop were evidences of what appeared to be a grim midnight tragedy. But now the drinks are on the patrolmnn. The Sherlock of the First precinct straightway "gura-shoed" It for the mnat rnut Icr-maa nntrtl Iiav anil nn large amount of spring timothy found time to sprout beneath his goloshes before he bad got a reserve squad un der the command of the sergeant at the scene. Then, In the department's best style, they advanced upon the place of horror. To the nude optic It surely looked as though their actions were about to be Justified, for within the back room of the tintype emporium, dimly lighted by a night lamp and lying surround ed by a riot of overturned pictures and frames and paraphernalia, appeared a huddled heap of black. "It's a woman and she's dead!" the sergeant whispered. "Surround the place, before I rouse the purlicuB." When the squad had deployed the sergeant began a tattoo on the door which sounded like Salvation Army night In Market space. Five minutes later a bleary-eyed photographer per son was aroused from his sleep, and, turtle-like, stuck his head from one of the upper windows. "Whatsh matter? he demanded.. House pinched?" "Come down here and open up!" the policeman shouted. There's been mur der done." "Wow!" the owner of the head vouchsafed. The head disappeared, and Boon the street door was opened to the waiting policemen. With druwn guns they advanced on the heap of black In the back room, peering Into corners for any possible Dorsey Koultz who might be lurking there. The sergeant bent over the huddled heap of black and straightened, with a foolish grin on his face. "Taint nothln' but an e-vercoat," he said: "My overcoat," supplemented the bleary-eyed photographer . person, "duces I had a little too much to drink," be continued, "and when I came in tonight I threw my overcoat down after I had stumbli-d over more picture frames than I ever dreamed were in my busy's i-hop." Washing ton Star. Tie Spanl-ili senate has adopted the bill dealing with Hie reorcael.iitiun of the navy. THERE WITH THE FRONT. No mnttor how harshly tho Fates treated una there with the front When hi pockets wer empty, hla atom- u, h f, ,t III He waa there with the front. When tin huun't a cent In tttts wkl world to )iend Whon Ida milih loomed up with an Indi- Bo blend Whn he went out to "touch" forty bones' from a friend He u there with the front. His wife r.-ui .away with the coachman one day Hut lie etlil kept hla front. He owed everybody, witli nothing to pay Hut he still kept hla front. In spite of his troubles and outlook so dim By George, all the people began truatlng -htm Pretty aoon he waa there In the thick of the awlm On account of that front .When Illll rame to die and he knew It waa so He waa there with the front. He had made, It a purl of hi I nature, you know This having a front. Now, run warn't a mint by an awful long; shot But striving: t:p THEItE where the en gels allot, I'll bet everything In the world I have tot He got In on hla front. , Orantlnnd Klco, In Nashville Tennes aeeun. WlP ISHUfIW3(S)IB; "She Jilted me!" "Congratulations!" "Sir!" "Dou't get angry, 1 married her." Cleveland Leader. "You say that the cook assaulted you?" Inquired the Judge. "He did kicked me, your Honor." "Where did he kick you?" "In the pantry." Judge. It was rush bouse In the subwuy. Martin- Luther hung wearily from a strap, "Here stand I," he said. "God help me, I can do no otherwise." Judge. "What I am after," declared the spoils-party candidate, "is not so much causes as effects." "Whose ef fects?" shouted a man In the crowd. Baltimore American. 8unday school teacher If your en en.y should smite you -on one cheek, what would you do? Tommy Tuflnut Dat would depend on how big ho was. Philadelphia Record. "Why is it?' asked the dear " girl, "that the bridegroom's attendant Is called the 'best man? I suppose it's because he is the best off," growled tha fuBsy old bachelor. Chicago Dally News. "Don't you consider It honorable to tell a man bis faulrs to his face?" queried the youth. "Yes," replied the . wise guy, "but I consider It safer to tell them to his neighbor." Chicago Dally News. "Can you tell your present fiance's rltig?"1 inquired the romantic girl as the doorbell sounded. "Why, certain ly," answered her practical friend. "It's the newest of the lot." Louisville Courier-Journal. "I wonder," said the facetious oper atic tenor, "If I would come under the proposed dog ordinance?" "Why?" asked his friend. "Because mjr chief part in the new opera Is a barky-role," Baltimore American. "You take me too seriously," pro tested the muckraker convicted of li bel, "acting ai though people were expected to believe my stuff." Real ly there dTd seTTii to be merit in the plea, but It came too late. Philadel phia Public Ledger. - ' "Well, Where's that cook?' demand ed his wife. "Don't tell me Bhe waau't on the train." "She was on the train," timidly explained the commuter, "but I got to playing cards and a Lonely vllle man won her at whlBt" Louis ville Courier-Journal. 'I did think," said Cholly Snobberly, "of going in for politics, but I was afraid I wouldn't know just how to tweat my Inferiors, don't y' know." "Your Inferiors?" remarked Sharpe. "0! you wouldn't be likely to meet any of tbem." Philadelphia -Press. Goodley They're in reduced clr cumslances, of course,, but their fam ily Is a very old one and proud, even if they have lots of debts. They dut back to the earliest colonial times " Cutting The debts, you mean? I don't doubt that." Philadelphia Press. "Blxby is the man who Invented a luminous keyhole." "Yes." "It was a failure. Bixby :ame home from the club at two o'clock in the mornliig, confident that he would have' no trouble In finding the proper place to insert hia latchkey. ' And, lol when ho looked for the luminous keyhole ho eaw a whole galaxy of them." Cleve land Plain Dealer. Test of an Egg. Some folks who were going on a pleme got one raw egg mixed up with the cold boiled ones and did not know how to detect it without breaking them all. A visitor was equal to the em r gency. Areordlng to St. Nicholas, ho took an egg Ix'wcn his fin. era and his thumb, he twirled it on the, t.,lU; and it i-pun lllie n top. "That epc," .ii.l he, "las b ,i boiled." Another was tried w',:h t!.. sfi'-ie re -nit, and then he found o .. . that he ruu'd no! mal v t-du. "Thi t." fr-iid he, "Is thi i-aw i ., " And S3 0;w iu.?'8 VU wrl-l.l.