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CHAPTER X.
Wlvn Zelda asked her father ona
flay wln-rc liis olIU-c- was, lie answered
evasively that it was in tho Dameron
Block. This was in ohl-fashioned of
fice building, with a basement and a
short stairway leading to the main cor
ridor. it was no longer fashionable,
the bettor class of lawyers and real es
tate brokers had sought building of a
later tyjie that offered electric lights
and elevators. The Dameron Hlock
faced the court-house square, and was
the habitat of divers small attorneys
and real estate men. In the basement
below, a justice of the peace sat in
judgment next door to a musty old
book-shop, where the proprietor, a
quaint tisure with a great mop of
iron-gray hair, sold pens and paper
and legal blanks to Dogberry Row, as
this quarter of the street was called.
Zolda strayed into this thoroughfare
by chance one winter afternoon short
ly before Christmas and was arrested
by the sight of some old books in the
bookseller's window. The venerable
bookseller came out into the barement
area and spoke to her of tho books,
holding a volume meanwhile, with his
forefinger closel upon tho page he had
been ivading. Yes he kept French
books, and she went into the shop and
looked over his shelves of foreign
books.
"There is very little demand for
them," he said. "Some of these are
rare. Here is a little volume of Hu
go's poems very rare. I should be
glad if you would take it for a dollar—
any of these poets for a dollar. Hut of
course I can only offer. It is for you
to decide."
"I shall take the Hugo," said Zelda.
He wrapped it for her carefully, even
regretfully, and held the packet for a
moment, caressing it with his hands,
while she produced a dollar from her
purse and took it from him.
"Call again. I haa-e been here for
twenty years Congdon, Dameron
Block."
"Yes, Dameron Block," repeated Zel
da.
The constables and lo'ttngers on the
sidewalk in front of the justice's court
eta red at her as she came out and
glanced for a moment at the upper
windows of the building. A galvanized
iron sign at the eaves bore tho name
"Dameron Hlock, 1S70," in letters that
bad long since lost the false aspect of
stone given to them originally by gray
paint.
Zelda went into tho dim entrance
and read the miscellaneous signs that
were tacked there. One of them was
inscribed "E. Dameron, Room 8" and
passing on she presently came to a
frosted-glass door, where the same
legend was repeated. It was late in the
afternoon possibly her father would
go homo with her, she thought, and
turned the knob.
She entered a dark room on a court
way, evidently used as a place of wait
ing there was another room beyond,
reached by a door that stood'half-open.
I-Ier father was engaged his voice rose
from the inner room and she took a
chair by the outer door of the waiting
room. She looked about the place cu
riously. On a long table lay in great
disorder many odds and ends—pack
ages of garden-seed under dust that
afforded almost enough earth to sprout
them half a dozen fence pickets tied
together with a string and several
strata of old newspapers. On the floor
In a corner lay a set of harness in a
disreputable state of disrepair and
pasted on the walls were yellowed
aheets of newspapers containing tables
of some sort. Zelda did not know what
these were, though any of the loafers
on the curbstone could have enlighten
ed her as to their character—they were
the official advertisements of the sales
of tax titles. Ezra Dameron always
"talked poor," and complained of the
burden of taxes and street improve
ments but he had been the chief buy
er of tax titles in the county.
"I'm sure that I've been very lenient,
very lenient indeed," Ezra Dameron
jwras saying. "I have, in fact, consider
ed it a family matter, calling for con
siderate treatment, on the score of my
friendship with your husband. If it
liad been otherwise, I would have been
Obliged to take steps—steps toward
safeguarding the interests—the inter
ests of my trust, I should say."
"But another extension of two years
•would be sufficient for me to pay. I
wish very much for Olive not to know
that her schooling was paid for with
borrowed money. She gives me all she
earns. Her position is assured, and I
am putting aside something every
month to apply on the debt. We owe
nothing else."
"But two of these notes are already
in default. Mrs. Merriam. I have In
curred obligations on the strength of
them. A woman can't understand the
requirements and exactions of busi
ness."
"I am sorry, very sorry, Mr. Damer
•n. A11 I ask is this extension. It can't
a large matter to you!"
"I regret more than I can tell you
that it is impossible. If it were myself
—if it were my own money that I ad
vanced you, I could perhaps be less in
sistent, but as it is, this money belongs
to another—in fact, it is part of my
•daughter's estate. She is perfectly
helpless, utterly ignorant of business"
it is necessary for me to exercise the
greatest
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Copyright, 1904, by The Bobbi-Merrill Co.
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care in administering her af
fairs. It is a sacred trust. Mrs. Mer
riam, a sacred trust from her dear
mother."
"I came to-day," said the woman's
•Oice, apologetically, "hoping that pay
ment could be deferred."
"Yea, to be sure it's wise to be fore
handed. But the loan must be paid It
the maturity of the last note, in May.
must close my wife's estate very
•oon. I have timed all my loans to
that end."
The purring voice stele through tho
anteroom, where Zclda sat forward in
her chair, listening with parted lips and
wonder and pain in her eyes. Tho book
her lap fell to the bars floor, auk«
4b* than* tin«tor that
9tarflt4
She gave a little gasp and reached for
it. scarcely stooping, so intent were
her eyes on the door of the inner room:
and when she had regained it, she ran
into the hall and down the steps to the
street.
She felt a great yearning for sympa
thy, for some one to whom she could
confess her misery and heartache. It
was growing dark, and when she
reached her uncle's house, the lights
shone brightly in his library. She knew
he was there, and that she could, at a
word, make his house her homo and
shake herself free forever from her
father. The was always rebuffing and
thwarting her Uncle Rodney in his ef
forts to help her. But at the gate she
paused with her hand on the catch,
and hurried on. She came to Mrs.
Forrest's house. There, too, a welcome
awaited her but the thought of the
overheated rooms, of the cheerless lux
ury in which her aunt lived, stilled
her. She felt no temptation to maks
any appeal there. She turned into a
side street that led to her father's
house and walked slowly homeward.
Without putting aside her wraps she
dropped a. match into the kindling in
tlie fireplace of the living-room, and
waiLcd until the flames leaped into the
throat of the chimney, l'olly was in
the dining-room, showing a new assist
ant how to lay the table for the even
ing meal, and she came to the folding
doors and viewed Zelda with the in
terest that the girl always had for her.
Polly was Zelda's slave, and she went
about half the day muttering and
chuckling over what seemed to her
Zelda's unaccountable whims.
"Polly," said Zelda, "this is Julius
Caesar's birthday—or Napoleon Bona
parte's or the Duke of Argyle's—do you
understand?"
The black woman showed all her
teeth in appreciation.
"And we'll have out tho candlesticks
—those very high ones and you may
use that gold-handed china and the
real cut glass."
Polly departed chuckling and Zelda
went to her room. Her father was
reading his newspaper by the (ireplace
when she came in upon his startled
gaze an hour later. She had arrayed
herself in a white silk evening gown.
He had never before seen her dressed
so at their family dinner-table. The
long skirt added to her height. Her
hair was caught up from her forehead
in an exaggeration of the prevailing
mode.
"Good evening, father! I thought I'd
dress up to-night just for fun, and to
get the crinkles out of my things. Isn't
this gown a perfect love? It's real
Parisian."
She swept past, the rich silk brush
ing him, and then—Polly having ap
peared at the door with her eyes star
ing from her head:
"Now let us feast while we may," she
said.
She passed before him into the din
ing-room with an inclination of her
head and to her place. The old man
had not spoken and he sat down with
painstaking care, finding apparently
some difficulty in drawing in his chair.
He bowed his head for the silent grace
he always said, and raised his eyes
with a look of sweet resignation to the
girl. Nothing in the old house ever
escaped his sharp eyes. The old china
with its gold band, and the cut glass
that had not known service for years
struck him at once.
Ezra Dameron did not understand
much about human nature, though like
all cunning people he thought he did.
It was beginning to dawn upon him
that Zelda was deeper than he had im
agined. Perhaps, he said to himself,
she was as shrewd and keen as him
self or, he asked again, was sue not
playing some deep role—even laying a
trap for him? He did not know that
the moods of a girl are as many as the
moods of the wind and sea. He re
membered that his wife had been eas
ily deceived. He had crushed the moth
er but this girl would not so easily be
subdued. The candles made a soft
light upon the table. lie lifted his
eyes furnively to see whether the gas
in the chandelier overhead was light
ed and was relieved to note that tha
extravagance of the candles was not
augmented there. He drew his bony
fingers across the table-cloth, feeling
its texture critically. Ha knew that it
had been taken from a forbidden shelf
of the linen closet. Clearly his rule
over the ancient Polly was at an end.
"When they returned to the living
room he tended the fire and when he
took up his paper nervously, from hab
it, he put it down again, and began to
talk. Almost for the first time since
Zelda's return, he showed an interest
in her foreign experiences, and led her
to speak of them. And she exerted
herself to be entertaining. He. had
supposed that Mrs. Forrest would
prejudice Zelda against him during the
years in which she had kept the girl
away but his daily scrutiny had dis
covered no trace of disrespect or con
tempt in her attitude toward him.
It had been on her tongue several
times to ask him boldly about the debt
of Olive's mother, even if it should be
necessary to confess that she had over
heard his conversation with Mrs. Mar
riam but this might cause an un
pleasant scene. No great haste was
necessary, she judged and so she
waited. She could probably persuade
her aunt or uncle to help her in the
matter when the time came, if no other
way should occur to her.
When she went at last to her room,
the old cedars outside her windows
were moaning softly. She found a
satisfaction in bolting her door, and
then she drew from her writing-table
the little book, tied with its faded rib
bon, and opened it to the charge her
mother had written—those last pitiful
words—and read them over and over
again, until they seemed to be audible
whispers hi the room:
"Perhaps I was unjust to him it
may have been my fault but If shs
rss|«ct or love him I wish It to be
She lay awake staring Into fhe dark
for half the night, with tearless eyes,
one hand clasping the little book under
her pillow.
CHAPTER XI
Zelda saw much of Morris during the
winter. He went often to the old
house in Merriam street in spite of the
fact that he assured himself constant
ly that sho did not interest him more
than other girls. She continued to de
light in plaguing him, particularly be
fore her uncle, who learned, however,
not to praise Morris to Zelda. Mrs.
Forrest pretended to be a diligent
chaperon, bat Muriona social affairs did
not amuse her, and she went out very
little. Frequently Merriam took Zelda
to the theater now and then he con
nived with Morris to the end that Olive
should be usked, and the four would go
afterward for a supper at Merriam's
house. Zelda brought olive more and
more into touch with her own life. Sho
knew no happier day than Christmas,
when Mrs. Forrest—not, however,
without urging—gave a family dinner
to which Ezra Dameron, Olive and her
mother sat down at the same board,
with Rodney presiding. There were
times when Zelda's courage failed—
when the shadow of her mother's u'.i
llappiness fe41 darkly upon her but
she made no sign to the world. So tho
winter passed, and in the lirst bright
wistful days she went forth with Zati
to tind the spring.
"I have not heard ynu speak of your
aunt and uncle of late," said Ezra
Dameron to Zelda one day, after she
had been for an outing with Olive.
"I saw Aunt Julia this afternoon. She
isn't well she suffers a great deal. She
has asked me to go away with her
again—she likes going about, and she
lias planned to visit a number of sum
mer places."
"If you don't go, what will she do?1'
and the old man looked at Zelda with
a gleam of humor in his smafl gray
eyes.
"Well, I have asked her to come to
tho farm."
"I am very glad you did. It would
be a capital arrangement."
"But she won't come. Khe does not
like that sort of thing. She likes to bu
where there's something doing."
"Yes, yes a worldly woman a very
worldly woman"—and Dameron wag
ged his head as he buttered his roll.
He was silent for several minutes, and
when he spoke it was in a tone of
kindness.
"And so you are coming with me
Zelda? I had hoped you would. I have
wished it so much that I have nol
pressed you to commit yourself. 1
knew that your aunt would be likely
to offer something more attractive than
a summer at The Beeches."
"Yes, father of course I shall go
with you. I have never had any othei
intention."
"You are very good to me, Zee. I am
grateful to you for many things. An
old man is very poor company for a
young girl. I had feared that you
might not be satisfied here. Your un
cle and aunt have never treated ma
fairly. We have nothing in common.
I am glad to find that they have not
estranged you and me the paternal
relation is a very beautiful one very
beautiful."
Her father had spoken often during
the winter of the farm. Zelda's wil
lingness to go there was a great relief
to him and when she suggested that
she should like to ask Olive to spend
the whole of her vacation with them
he made no objection. He knew that
she saw Olive frequently Zee had ask
ed her cousin to tha house for meals
several times since the Dramatic Club
episode, and her father had treated Ol
ive with his usual formal courtesy. Tha
main thing with Ezra Dameron was to
keep Zelda away from her aunt and
uncle and it flattered his vanity that
she remained with him so steadfastly
and took apparently so filial an inter
est in his happiness and comfort. Zel
da went to Olive at once with her in
vitation.
"I'd be delighted, of course, Zee but
you mustn't make it hard for me to
refuse. This is my busy summer we
have to move!"
"Oh!" said Zelda.
"We're mortgaged that's the trouble
with us we're not only mortgaged, but
we can't pay! So we hope to find an
other house somewhere and get out of
tho way."
(To be continued.)
Keep Your Feet Straight.
How many men know how to walk?
Most men turn their toes in or out, a
writer in the New York Press says.
The toes should point straight ahead,
so that the foot at the end of each
step can give the body that upward,
forward impetus that results in what
is called a springy walk. This does not
mean that a man should walk exclus
ively on his toes. The whole foot
must be used in proper walking. The
goose step of the German army is as
absurd as tho boy's prank of walking
on his heels. The Almighty has not
freighted the foot with a single super
fluous part. Every inch of every foot
is meant for use.
When a man walks in the right way
—speaking literally—the back of ths
heel strikes the ground first. Then the
rest of the heel comes down, after
which the outer edge of the foot takes
the bulk of the burden until the for
ward movement shifts the weight to
the ball of the foot and finally to the
toes. The ideal step is a slightly rock
ing motion. At no t.ime should the en
tire foot be pressed against the ground.
Heel to toe is the movement. Try It
and see how .much further and more
easily you can walk. It's the Indian's
way, and what Poor Lo doesn't know
about footwork can go into the dis»
card.
Not the Stjlc.
"There!" said her husband, "that
looks like a hat!"
"It will never do in the world!"
"Why not?"
"The hats that are in fashion now
don't look like hats."—Houston Post.
United.
"Your father informs me that we c&a
only spend two weeks at the sea
shore this summer."
"Only two weeks. That means I shall
have to become engaged to the flral
mas 1 meet"—Detroit Free Pn
pontrolled Newspapers,
Th5 Atchison Globe says that no ad
vertiser has ever tried to control its ed
itorial policy, the remark being occa
sioned by the charge often made nowa
days, that the big advertisers direct
the editorial policy
01'
newspapers.
The experience of the Globe is the
experience of most newspapers. Tho
merchant, who does a great deal of ad
vertising is more interested in the cir
dilation department of a newspaper
than in the editorial department. If a
daily paper goes to the homes of the
people, and is read by thois, he is satis
lied, and it may chase after any theory
or lad, lor all he cares. He has troubles
of his own, and he isn't trying to shoul
der those of the editorial brethren.
There are newspapers controlled by
people outside of the editorial rooms,
and a good many of them, inore's tho
pity but the people exorcising that
control are not the business men who
pay their money for advertising space.
The newspapers which are established
lor political purposes are often eon
trolled by chronic ofliceseekers, whose
first concern is their own interests.
I here are newspapers controlled by
great corporations, and the voice of
such newspapers is always raised in
protest against any genuine reform.
The average western newspaper usu
ally is controlled by its owner, and ha
is supposed to be in duty bound to make
all sorts of sacrifices at all sorts of
times there are people who consider
it. his duty to insult his advertisers,
just to show that he is free and inde
pendent. If he shows a decent respect
for his patrons, who pay him their
money, and make it possible for him to
carry on the business, he is "subsi
dized" or "controlled." The newspaper
owner is a business man, like the dry
goods man or the grocer. The mer
chants are expected to have considera
tion for their customers, and they are
not supposed to be subsidized by the
man who spends five dollars with
them, but tho publisher is expected to
demonstrate his courage by showing
that he is ungrateful for the patron
age of his friends. It is a funny com
bination when you think it over.—•
Emporia Gazette.
Foxy Hiram.
"Well, now, if that ain't surprising!"
ejaculated Mrs. Ityetop, as she shaded
her eyes with her hand. "There goes
old Hiram Skinflint, and rather than
step on a poor black ant he picked it
up, and 1 bet he is going to drop it
somewhere out of the reach of dan
ger."
Her husband laughed knowingly.
"Not Hiram Skinflint, Mandy. He'll
go down to Jed Weatherby's general
store and order a pound of granulated
sugar. Then while Jed is looking an
other way he'll drop the ant among
the grains and tell Jed as long as his
sugar has ants in it he ought to sell it
at half price. I.,ike as not he'll try to
get Jed to throw in two or three
raisins and a yeast cake. You don't
know Hiram Skinflint."
TAKE A FOOT-BATH TO-NIGHT
After dissolving one or two Allen's Foot
Tabs (Antiseptic tablets for the foot-buth)
In the water. It will take out all soreness,
smarting and tenderness, remove foot
Odors and freshen tho feet. Allen's Foot
Tabs instantly relieve weariness and
sweating or Inflamed feet and hot nerv
ousness of the feet at night. Then for
comfort throughout the day shake Allen's
Foot-Ease the antiseptic powder Into your
shoes. Sold everywhere 25e. Avoid sub
stitutes. Samples of Allen's Foot-Tabs
mailed FREE or our regular size sent by
mail for 25c. Address Allen S. Olmsted.
Lelioy, N. Y.
"Foot=Tabs for Foot-Tubs."
Trying to Satisfy Him.
Squeamish Guest (as waiter places
water before him)—-Waiter, are you
sure this is boiled distilled water?
Waiter—I am positive, sir.
Squeamish Guest (putting it to his
lips)—Rut it seems to taste pretty
hard for distilled water.
Waiter—That's because it's hard
boiled distilled water, sir.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and. children, and see that it
Bears the
Signature of
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The Kind You Have Always Bought.
Real Reform.
Knicker—What is your idea ef mu
nicipal government?
Bocker—First provide an auto and
then create an office to fill it
k'or Red, Itchlnir Eyellda, Crata, Stye*
Falling Eyelashes and All Eyea That
Need Care Try Murine Eye Salve. Aseu
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Kind words are often wasted where
a swift kick would have been more ef
fective.
Mrs. Window's Soothing Symp.
Forchildren toethinir, BofU n» tho Kums, redacesln.
tliLmiuaUoD.aHuyhpain.ouret*windcolio. itoosbottis.
Many a man enjoys a pipe because
his wife hates it.
I
Stomach Blood and
Liver Troubles
Much (lekneu starts with weak stomach, and consequent
poor, impoverished blood. Nervous and pale-people lack
Mood, rich, red blood. Their stomachs need invigorating
lor, after all, a man oan be no stronger than bis stomach.
A remedy that makes the stomach strong and the liver
active, makes rich red blood and overcomes and drives
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Cot rtrf of yoar StommeM Wemtaemm mat
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—tbo treat Stomach ffnforatln, Livmr
larliorator mad Blood Qloaamor.
Yoo'can't afford to accept any medicine of mmhttwm
as a substitute for "Golden Medieal Discor
•rr, wbieh is medicine OP KNOWN COMPOSITION, having
«»pl*to list of ingredients in plala Baglish on it* boti
Ue-wrapper, Mas being attested as correct under oath.
Or. HwWi Ptmmmmt Ptlltn ngrnim mat Imrfgorf Sfmmc*. Lhor
ROOSEVELT TONS AND IS GIVEN
AN OVAHOW
After fifteen months' absence, exact
ly as scheduled, Colonel Theodore
Koosevelt disembarked from tho Kai
sorin Auguste Victoria, Saturday morn
ing, June 18, at 11a. m. To tho keen
disappointment of a large group of
newspaper correspondents, Mr. Koose
velt absolutely refused, as heretofore,
to be interviewed or to talk on politi
cal subjects, but his rapid fire of ques
tions showed the same virilo interest
in public affairs as before.
If the welcome tendered by the
vast throng may be considered a
criterion upon which to base a "re
turn from Elba," surely there was no
discordant note in the immense recep
tion-parade. nor in tho wildly clamor
ous crowd which cheered at every
glimpse and hung on his very word.
The incidents of the day in New
York were many, but perhaps none
better illustrated the nervous energy
and vitality of the man, the near-mania
to be up-and-doing, which he has
brought back to us, than the discard
ing of horses and carriages for the
ewifter and more reliable automobiles.
The moment the Roosevelt family and
stove—si
that the name-plate
reads "New Perfection.*'
PATENTS
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SaDOM
The Mighty Traveler Goes Buoyantly Through
Long and Trying Reception-Parade, Showing
Lively Interest in Everything American
The White Company Receives Unique Compliment
for the Sturdy Reliability of Its Steam Car
From Mr. Roosevelt and Family
Theodore Roosevelt and Party in White Steamer.)
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immediate party landed, they went
whisked away in White Steamers to
tho home of Mrs. Douglas Robinson at
433 Fifth avenue. A little later, when
tho procession reached tho corner ot
Fifty-ninth street and Fifth avenu®.
Colonel Roosevelt again showed his
preference for the motor car in gen
eral and the White cars in particular,
when ho, Cornelius Vanderbill. and Col
lector Loeb transferred from their car
riage to White Steamers, which were
in waiting for them.
After luncheon at Mr. Robinson's
house, the entire party, Including
Colonel Roosevelt, again entered White
cars and were driven to Long Island
City, where they were to take a spe
cial train to the ex-President's homo
at Oyster Bay.
a
The supremacy of the White car*
with the Roosevelt party was again
demonstrated on Sunday, when tho
party was driven to church in the
White Steamers, and a group of soma
forty prominent Rough Riders were
taken in a White Gasoline Truck to a
clambake at the Travers Island club»
house of the New York Athletic Club.
Many Women
who are
Splendid Cooks
dread having to prepare an elab
orate dinner because they are
not sufficiently strong to stand
an in el a
range. This is especially true
in E a
takes pride in the table she sets,
but often it is done at tremen
dous cost to her own vitality
through the weakening effect of
cooking on a coal range in a
hot kitchen..
W* It is no longer necessary to wear
yourself out preparing a fine dinner.
Even in the heat of summer you can
'cook a large dinnef without being
iworn
that follows taking a dose of caitof
oil, salts or calomel, is about tha
worst you can endure—Ugh—it
gives one the creeps. You don't
have to have it—CASCARETS
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