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Show ftlAT GIRL of JOHNSONS 2 jy JEAff KATE Author . ,.red Acrordint E if LWDLVM. Ctrl't Mercy, " At to Act of Conerew In the Year 1890 by Librarian of Congresa, at.Washinsion, Sir, of tha In the Olhce glimpse aevor nallicn V16 hat as he stood before her, his hamP Continued. was over Dr. Dun-rth!- P behind his back. and as was his habit. nwJ0rTfTher KPUin' on to'rable road to up from th. the house up the ie and tavn ter hear. Wo hyar condition , lowed he ortei patient's l'.S t Johnson had slept through be improvin , an wes waitin tei stirring, still as a know." we?e Who are waiting to know? going well to he p she Things it would asked, sharply. The tone was new covery; and though be able to her, and the man was disconcerted ti before he could ' was every hope it. A vague fear had entered hebj nd yet there to expect him to mind n spite of Mrs. Allens assurance that they would not come for hei his father until he was able to eyes and opened moved go tc Dunwlddie entered the prove Why, Jes we uns, Italic replied viant hollow eyes they were. He were a good un 6Se in them which startled clumsily. 'mong us, was yer feyther, D iores, an we side his at waitin ter know cf he is lm jest iunwiddie was without a sign of haste. provin, he said Thank you, Jim Lodie. You can . Used to yonr voice tell those who wish to know that head, his turning res without my Say father will get well, to him, Miss Johnson. A flash came into Lodles you are In to eye a deep red rushed to his sunburned face it of saying. "I be powerful glad ter hev Ls came no nearer the bed; ye say Ld quietly at the window, and un-ein her ordinary voice, slow, Are you ready for break- rTFR in-b- ut him-any- thing eyes closed weakly for mt. Mrs. Allen entered at that Dot with the beef tea, and ling the bowl from her hand, John-tiover to the bedside. with the his eyes opened reSsion of distrust and dislike She bent over him, and Dr. his head a triflo lie raised n his arm as she put the spoon ,ps with steady hand and But when she offered ; second spoonful he closed his endeavored to turn aside his ; ith the sullen expression on ,n. Dolores bent over the bed 4 the spoon steadily to his he said, in a tone that thrilled n :ve: e P fc ive 8i sera by its slow, tb le d of s veet la bi pol: a, no Iulc lout "No! s in i! s. an exquisite morning. Mrs. as with the doctor, there was of her there, and she went sat on the door-ston-e In the of the pine3. Leaning her ainst the door-pos- t her hands :er lap. Her eyes were intent mountain with a sort of hun-l- n them. It had meddled so life-- or was It the fate of the d crippled her father and pro-'i- s totag to court where the e eager to have him. like the on the mountain. She knew fate or law, but it seemed to d 'Ct the one possessed her, and r was waiting, waiting In a 1 slfeace ior her father to go prepense In the a waiting that dogced patience, neighbors thought Bhe did the malice of the mare f her by Its her she had lived without them; still live without them. Had fin how f I they used her scarcely have under-d- r meaning. Her mind was and too high above them to 'nd the evil they would lay fwr. Lodie, among them all, only kind one. Not one of the jhad been near her, but the wer did come; she cared shout that, only there was to her life that had not r before and that called for ship for the aympatby of e roughly would id tai all f by of s i all :' d by er:f' f.cal'--' V' t!U eeo.std to the bedalde. .due r iDl irg nli1. 4 J!?1 4 rt 1, w' I ,lfl t ti- ? 1ra Woud come, H,",lb'h "ra . brightness ,Hr uncl. nd 'mill until the Then, what would 81,11 81 M1- - nd r nt- homirablo her people, the d ' nreen who had hind? Did k hi- lf f,,r bop fathcr? then v bav known mar , by whom the deed ln;:vbr"'t tell her himself had committed shovihi iiufror la" And the I to n, (m!!l;,,in,a,U ,0 b,'r- , ? X if 1 itl'S ti , 11 ' His face ghastly in its pallor, watched 3 an.., M.ght hR ." ,h Um ful1 lVn removed his Bth. ury ruaty , y rt was ''lh " a,ul amazement he ootoelessly sed and passed out of the.roora n the through the pantry at the "lthout disturbing the two on the TP 8nd StrUek out amonS the yond toward thG summit wher nthG ""UlS Were 80ft and tha sky and still. h0 saw nothIng around him clearly; his thoughts, in a tumuit, were in the little bare room of the house below where the stron-ma- n, who had just been back brought rom death, lay in his ropulshe fit of Passion; and with the mare in the stables at home, the beautiful, Intelligent animal, ruined forever through a cowardly act of malice; the two blending so closely that he could not separate them, mingling with the stray words he had heard in the town ot other and darker things than he had dreamed. Then, like a touch of peace, came the thought of the two girls on the door-step- , two such lovely, womanly girls, each with a noble soul, yet totally unlike, the one whose life had been set in among the grand mountains touched with their grandeur and nobility of thought and life, and to him the purest, most tender of women, the other proving her tenderness through nil her life in tho heart oj tno big city with its temptations and its evils. I" 6 HS r ( Special Correspondence. ) The latest fad In England, especially for the men and women who do not ow.n automobiles, is to coach. The English women are especially enthusiastic about this method cf travel. When distances are so great that they cannot he made on foot, the English women like to ride on breaks, coaches and on the tops of buses. But tho break and the coach are chiefly used for summer trips in places not disturbed by the noise of steam ears. The English greatly enjoy a two weeks holiday coaching through the lake region of England ard the Tros-sacliof Scotland. The lake region is especially popular for this sort oj s W I.son. Dove Cottage. sport, partly on account of Its natural beauty and partly because of the famous men that have Inhabited these then Im not brave anyhow. thet, Dlores,' he said, gravely. An Where ther rest of 'emll be glad of et, too. She watched him shuffle down the girl get her womanly tact? not from this man upon the path and along the road to the tavern. whose face was Indicative of Presently two light hands were laid on Krr shoulders, and a soft, low voice but a brute nature. pro sevo t doc-ler- Dr. Dunwlddie irements wonderlngly. ieecb of and she fed to the cl, - Dolores and Dora. you found Uncle Joe when every one cd.se had given up the search, said Dora, softly, her eyes full of loving admiration. How brave you are, Dolores. I would never have had the courage to do It, but almost stern i this, father. eyed like a child, efully according a mi Johnsons forgot- exclaimed: "Dolores, Dolores, I am Dora. Look up and tell me you are as glad to see me as I am to have found you. I am so glad, Dolores. Dolores fingers closed tightly as she looked up at the girl before her the cousin who had come to claim her, the only one in all the world who had ever loved her since Betsy Glenn died. Site was a small little lady, and neatly dressed from the white hat with its drooping gray plume, to the blue ribbon around her throat, and the soft gray costume and delicate gloves. Her eyes were wide and gray, dark witli excitement, soft with a touch of tears; her mouth was gentle and sweet, but the lips were colorless; her small oval face was white as death, save for a faint trace of feverish color upon either cheek. Dolores knew nothing of the nature of Dora's disease, and to her the girl was a picture something to look at and love and admire, hut too fair to touch. Her eyes grew luminous as she looked at her. The brown eyes and the gray met. Dolores' lips parted In one of her rare smiles that transformed her face for the moment; her eyes were like wells of light, beautiful, unfathomable. Young Green was standing behind Dora. During the time he had known Dolores never had she looked llko that; It was a revelation to him of what she was capable. She did not S'O him; she saw nothing but Dora, and It was uncommon for women to siiow such marvelous depth of soul to another woman. Dora saw no one but her cousin. They did not kks each other; they offered no endearment common to women, but Dora sat down on tho doorstep beside Dolores. 1 am so happy!" she said. Her eyes Dolores said nothing. talked for her. Young Green, with a feeling that ho had no right to bo there, passed unnoticed around to the rear of tho Louse and entered through the low door of the pantry. Dr. Dunwlddie greeted him with a smile, but he did not speak, as ho was busy with the bandugea on Johnsons arm. On preparing one of the bandages ho stepped aside, and at that moment Johnson slowly opened his eyes uion young Greens face. lie was conscious, and his eyes hnd the old look In them excepting that It was Intensified by their hollowness. His fare grew ghastly In Its pallor, then livid with fury; the close set eyes under the narrow forehead were wild and bloodshot: Instinctively the fingers of his right band were feebly clenched as ho endeavored to lift himself from among tho pillows, unmindful of the pain, as ho cried la a hoarse whisper, between panting breaths: NYo byar? Fool, with yer-laan yer book. I sw eared Id get oven ever ye kem with ye for t- -ef gal up-- tor my a settln hyar ngen, er feyther hettern-ht honk herself a turnin her head with yer foolln d an' yer soft words as thoughfer-- noye darter look wide-brimme- min Why shouldn't I do it? Dolores asked quietly, turning her large eyes wonderlngly upon her companion. He Is my father. Of course he is, Dora replied, with a nod of her bright head, untying tha broad ribbons of her hat and swinging it around upon her knees. Papa is my father, too, Dolores Johnson, and I love him; but I would never have enough courage to go off on a lonely dangerous mountain to find him if he were lost no not if I had a dozen men to go with me. Suppose you had slipped over one of those terrible ledges Mr. Green told us about, or walked right off into a chasm when you thought you were in the path? No, I couldnt do it, ever, but I wish I were brave like you. Dolores said nothing, because she had nothing to say. Dora must be a coward if she would not do that for her father; any of the women of the settlement would have clone the same. Mr. Green told us all about you, Dora continued, and I wished so much to get at you, but you would not come to me, and I could not come to you, and then the rain oh, the rain it raineth every day, and I begun to think I would have to wait a week at least, and the things Mr. Green told me about you when he returned from here made me all the more restless and anxious to get at you, you poor dear. He saved my father, Dolores said, presently. She said it slowly, as though she were forced to say It Dora nodded. I know it, she said, "the man who came over for the doctors told us about it, hut you saved him more than anyone else, Dolores, and you cannot deny It. Theyd never have thought of going over there to look after the doputies gave up the search bad it not been for you. (To be continued.) COLLECTING FARES Pittsburg Industries. inThe PlUshur district has more dustrial superlative than any other It has the tlmilnr area un earth works, the greatest Iron And steel the largest electrical plans, greatest potter-glass house, firebrick yard, I the center St the same time and but nd coal Young flreen started to speak, f the worlds greatest expres-atostern a with Dr. Dunwlddie. field. cokto on hi face hhlch hi friend had mlths parts. It was in this country that the great English poet Wordsworth was horn and spent the happiest and most productive years of life; here Coleridge and Southey shared his company and enjoyed their happiest days. They often were visited by Shelley, Scott, Lord Byran and other writers of the day. It was not until last summer that I had the pleasure of visiting the fa- well-know- n States. v Cat Adopts a Chicken. cat owned by Gibson H. Jones, proprietor of the Wabash House, Toledo, Ohio, ls the foster mother of a Plymouth Rock chicken. Ten days ago the fledgling was hatched In advance of tho rest of the brood and taken by Mrs. Jones to the house and placed on a rug before the fire. The cat at once manifested an Interest In It, and was soon llrklng It In cat fashion. Since then she has continuously cared for It, and hundreds have gone to see her curled up with the chicken huddled up In her fur. The rat pets and purrs over and coddles the chick, which now follows her about everywhere. A tabby - IN CANADA. Method Is Practiced, But Hardly Up to Date. "There are all kinds of ways for collecting fares on the street cars, but one that I saw recently in Canada was certainly unique if not particularly up to date. says G, M. P. Holt I was taking a ride on tho four-mil- e trolley road running between Sherhrook and I.cnoxvllie, In Canada. Tho first thing that met my cyo on entering the car was the sign, Nothing changed over 2.' I don't see exactly why they were so particular about the matter, as it didnt strike me that the class of passengers they were carrying wns that which makes and a practice of carrying hills only. T,ut whnt tickled me the most was the faretaking thnt orenrred soon after. The conductor came down the aisle carrying In his hand a curious looking arrangement that resembled It had a large, square dark lantern. r handle attached which the conductor grasped, and when he shoved1 It toward my face and said faro a glass front perceived that It had and a slit In the top where you dropand then ped your nickel or ticket, down to you could see the same go Mass., bottom.-Springfi- eld, the Union. Maori Chieftain Ha Become the Rage In London. jetr jsretcr Here is a rather striking photograph of Londons latest fad In the artistic I way dho strnon pure Maori chieftain, who, clad In tho costume shown In the picture, Is singing native songs of his own composition In fashionable drawing rooms In London, and Is planning Dove Cottage ls a small abode with a descent on the United States later On the first floor are tha on. mortar. sitting-rooand the sister Dorothys Ranglula. as tho Maori calls himself, bedroom. On the stairs is the family -- 1FH.1 sitting-room- , U. where the poet did most of his writing and gathered his most in this room are Intimate friends, three chairs embroidered by tho happy sister and the trio, Wordsworth's daughters of Coleridge and Southey, and across the hall Is the guestroom where Scott, Southey and other writers stopped as Wordsworth's guests. One room sufficed as a bedroom until the family readied a size where It could not accommodate all the members. They then added another room, but their means not permitting them to paper it. they covered the walls with lewspnpers. Finally the Wordsworths found that this place was entirely too small for th( ir family, so they moved into a more pretentious house In Rydal Mount, not far from Grasmere. But it was to Grasmere that the poet always looked back with fondest memories. He chose this place not only for his home, but for his long, last resting Ills grave ls In the churchplace. yard; It Is marked by a pluln stone and the simple inscription of his own and wife's names. Tho remains of his sister, wife and other monitors of his family lie with him, and close behind rests Ills friend Hartley Coleridge. The lovely yews, tho gushing Unthay and the green mountains offer a fitting epitaph to this great poet of nature. Having spent a lovely Sunday walkI,0KDQN'S UTEST'Ae.TWTIC'NOVXI.'IY ing along tho country road, listening KaHG.uia ,thp. Kaopi chieftain to the quiet stre - , admiring the WHO, AR.R.V'Kn IN MIS NATIVE COSTOMg IS SINGlNaTlia SONGS or MS NATION green meadows stacked with a great in English i?KA.wutG rooms. quantity of oats and hay, the next morning we wore away. The scenery was commanded" to entertain tho from Grasmere to Keswick ls very Irlnre and Princes of Wales on May fine; the mountains are steeper and 19, and renew an acquaintance begun wilder than In the other places. Tbelr some time ago In New Zealund under sides were brilliant with heather. different circumstances. decidedly In this small village are many beauThen I10 led a war dance for the were tiful gardens, the hotel grounds amusement ot their Royal Highnesses. set out with lilies, astors, geraniums Ranglulas good fortune la being sumand every variety of country flowers. moned to court has resulted in a bomThe most Interesting feature In the bardment of for open town ls the house Greata hall, the resi- time, and the applications has closed singer atready dence of the poet Coleridge and later enough engagements to keep him busy of Southey. 1 through most of the coming season. On arriving at Keswick we asked Then he wants to visit the United Tiy And ss: art on i jr to hemorr- - 1NG3 HIS NATIVE SONGS. CHAPTER XVlil. un-fac- e. fo- - - Kot Ch artie. g0 into the other Mrs. Allen, help me at once- - gr! J! theioor btod hhfheeT WS01 a of Rmltl, D. C lHAPv,IEmeal hoho'w "rt room. hage.CItemnt has brouht on Etc. A njfrjtrrrtk quiet , - Church at mous and lovely spot of Windermere. This village, though small, is unusually pretty; the houses are madeof the rough native slate stone; the fronts are heavily grown with Ivy, roses and clementine. Though this low valley is broken by the calm, placid lake and rollirg hills, the character of Its scenIt lackB the ery ls soft and graceful. strength and wildness belonging to some of the places near about. It wa here that the poet Wordsworth Rpent many of Ms vacations as a boy and enjoyed skating on the lake. Having passed a day exploring the walks and shores of Windermere, we took a coach the next morning for Coniston. At first the getting on and off the coach seemed a little awkward, as It ls higher than a break, hut after we were nmmtomed to It we found it delightful; for there Is no better way A short drive to see tho scenery. brought us to the end of the lake, where a ferry was waiting to take the roach and horses to tho other side. A beautiful drive over hill and dale, through splendid woods of oaks, maples, poplars, sycamores and laurel, and we were at another lake called Esthwalto Water. Near the head of the lake Is the It quaint old town of Hawkshead. was here that Wordsworth and his brother were educated liefore entering Trinity college. Even more Interesting thun the town with Its old flags, and the simple lnuse, is tho cottage In which Wordsworth lived during his small archway opens srhoolday. Into a court where stand several simple houses covered with mortar; It was In one of these humble dwelling that the poet passed hlg early days. Next day we took another roach amt drove over hill and dale through beautiful forest and passed lillla made brilliant by the heather until u came to Gritsmerr, known for great natural bounty and r being closely associated with the poet Wordsworth. A small house up the main country road I known a Dove cottage; It wa the early home of Wordsworth; there ' e poet wrote some of Ills bent verse the DNsjipolt ted by the turn 01 French revolution, lie and his sister moved to (lrarire ml lived In soil, and bin friend lode, Here the spent some of their happiest hours; this w .i lu cause of their genius rather thfu thuir environments. Given His Preference. ' (l Grasmere. Senator Proctor has his own Ideas our landlady If there was not soma In- shout apprenticeship in government teresting drive about Keswick. The office. When a young man approached him as to ways question was settled as soon as It was ard means of getasked, and we were booked for Next morning the break ting Into the senstarted off early, carrying about twenate, he advised him first to bety guests. At first the drive was encome a good citijoyable, past meadows and forests. zen. Gradually we ascended the mountain You might pass and the road grew steep and narrower. study your ward," "then he said, Finally It got so hard on the horses that moRt of the people had to get out your assembly disand walk. On going over the summit trict, and finally the path wa so narrow and rough that state and national the horses slipped with every step; affairs." several times the coach pitched so far But," replied It looked as If we were going to bo the young man, "will It take as hurled to the ravine below. When wo had passed this critical point we hnd long a time aa all I to walk down. that Implies. JXA We were fully repaid for our hard '"'thought politicians " grow In a night. trip when we got to Buttermere, wnleh rests In a low valley encircled by high, "Some kind do," answered the SenJagged mountain. On our way back ator, "and so doe the mushroom. Its we had to climb to the top; the tramp a question for you to answer whether was hard, though the scenery wa you want to bo a toadstool or a Daniel grand and wild; largo valleys stared Webster!" New York Time. at us from below, Intercepted by many Ancient Legal Documents. Two of tho oldest legal documents ever presented at the court house at Woreester, Mns have just been filed at tho registry of deeds. One. dated 17S5, was a deed of twelve acres of land In Fiencer to Nathaniel Bemls of Spencer, yeoman. It was dated Dec. 19, 17S0. and the 11th of the Independence of the United States. The se ord document wa a deed dated Peb. 1, 1804, and was of three acres of land In Spencer, from Jonas Guilford of Spencer to Nathan Demis yeoman. 7'yi Coldfuh a Fo of Mosquitoes. Trof. W. I Underwood of tho lntltuto of Technology relarvae are a favorthnt mosquito port ite food for goldflh srd that the Introduction of goldfiMh Into mnry small stream of New England where breed would he preferable to the use of kerosene In destroying tho Wordiwortht Schoolboy Home. Jagged peaks. Our way down tho mad was so steep that the horse slipped over the rock Instead of walking. When we got back that night we were glad to reach Keswick alive and were KMtUPfd to call thla our lust coaching trip for a while, though seme f th" party led found the adventuro delightful. post Clvn Divorce Oulckty. after filing her wa granted a divorce in a Chlcnw court. The husband waived service and th wife testified that she had been beaten many time, and "pinched until covered with discolorations." 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