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Show MADEMOISELLE ELISE. u : I By EDITH FRANKLIN. (Copyright, IBM. by Doily Story Tub- Co.) - Miss Dorothy looked at Mist BarMiss Barbara bara and sighed. turned In the direction of the sigh and quickly aBked. "Are you sick, Dorothy?" No, dear; why?" Nothing, only that is the third time you have sighed this morning, and It Is so unusual. I thought you must be 111," and the sightless eyes peered so searchlngly Into Miss Dorothy's face that a flush suffused her withered cheeks. Somehow I keep thinking of our Miss Barchildhood this morning, bara said, leaning back in her chair, her wrinkled hands letting fall the knitting with which she had been engaged. Do you remember the school we attended and the dancing class? I can see the professor now, his violin s tucked under his arm, his to time his counting footfalls, keeping monotonously, 'one, two, three! "Miss Barbara paused to indulge in a laugh at the quaint image she had conjured I never will forup, then went on: get the way father looked the first time the professor broached the subject of your dancing on the stage. You had finished some wonderful steps, and in a transport of delight the little man turned to father, crying you were an artiste, that you would have a career before you on the stage. Father stared at him a moment, then said in his sternest tone, 'A Carroll on the stage never!' It made a picture, father with his face, looking down on the excited little dancing master! But I was too frightened to appreciate it then," and she took up her needles, while in thought she was aggln the slender girl trembling at her fathers anger. Did he say that, the professor, I mean?" Miss Dorothy asked eagerly. Why, yes, indeed; he said you Imwould grace the stage at fifty! agine your dancing now, Dorothy, and Miss Barbara shook with laughter. Miss Dorothy Joined in feebly, then said: I must leave you a moment, dear. and hurrying out she dropped down on the stairs that led to the bit of a room overhead. They were poor, these sisters, all their wealth having been lost in unMiss Dorothy wise investments. on stairs the thought of all crouching the bright, happy past, of her merry girlhood. She saw her soldier lover now, as if the years had not intervened, as he stopped at the bend in the road to wave his gray cap in a last gay farewell. And she remembered how they had come and told her he was one who had fallen violently lighting the maiden battle. For years he had been sleeping in a grave marked only by a single word, Unknown. Yet, sad as that time in the sunny south far across the Atlantic had been, the future that now lay before her had a drearier aspect. Then she had been young, and had brave, sympathetic Barbara to lean upon. Now, Barbara blind and nearly helpless, turned to her for comfort and support, and she, what could she do? I never could do anything but and again the thought suggested by her bisters words returned to her. hand-in-han- vine-covere- thinking of our childhood, this morning, said Miss Barbara. Could she do it? If not that,' what then? Starvation, the almshouse Brushing away her tears she to the room, striving to speak as usual. Barbara, I am going out to attend to some business; wish ms good luck,1 dear." She was trembling and as she finished her voice nearly broke. Quite unconscious of any unusual agitation in her sisters voice, still thinking of the past, as those to whom the future holds no promise often do. Miss Barbara drew down her lister's face and kissed her gently, saving, You always have my best prayers and wishes, " and with these words re-turr- ls Mademoiselle Elise. SOME at the front of the stags with a little bow. fan, she is quite the fashion; could have been taken up by the very best people, but she refused to go into society from the first and that only made it want her more. Nowadays, it seems to me, people only work for success on the stage that society will take them up, not through love of their art at all. No one has ever seen her off the stage, and they cannot- im- agine who 6he is. Though some do say, bpt, sh, there she comes, and she leaned forward eagerly. Her companion, poor, old lady, who had not opened her carmine lips, although she knew quite as much 01 as little as did the Duchess, followed her example. The dancer came forward, a slight creature, clad in a scarlet gown, a mantilla on her dark curls, a black mask concealing her features. She has always worn it, murmured the Duchess, as the orchestra began a Spanish bolero. With a click of her castanets, a pointing of a tiny foot, the whirl of , but why try diaphanous draperies to describe dancing such as hers? ! Poetry music a dream she and It ended paused at the front of the stage with a little bow, the laces at her throat rising and There was a falling tumultuously. burst of applause, and cries of enbravo! core! For an instant Mademoiselle Elisa stood with bowed head; then, as if making a sudden decision, she began to speak: Kind friends. It was my intention to leave you as usual, to retire to private life and let the Identity of the dancer who pleased you for a time remain a mystery. But you are aleven more than ways so kind, ever before, so you shall know the truth, and with a dexterous motion she removed both mask and wig, revealing not the dashing creature one supposed her to be, but a little, old lady, with the flaring footlights shining on her Bilvered hair. With a gesture full of pathetic pleading Bhe went on: I have' done wrong in deceiving you. I have won your displeasure! Oh, do not hiss me; anything but that! Let me steal away in silence. . . . Yet, I am not so much to blame, we were so poor Barbara was blind It was all I could do! A sob choked her Incoherent little confession, while tears trickled unheeded down her cheeks. For an instant there was a heavy, oppressive silence. Then, when Mademoiselle Elise, with bewed head and great black eyes all blinded by tears, turned to leave the stage, the spell was broken and such a hubbub as there was! Cheer after cheer rang out; men of the world sprang to their feet, cryElise! their hearts ing. Elise! filled with admiration for the brave little woman, their eyes blinded by something other than the lighta Many who regarded an exhibition of ones feelings in public as a heinous crime sniffed openly. Away off, back in the pit, someone cried: God bless the little dancer, and the theater rang again with the words, while the orchestra, not knowing what else to do, burst into playing God Save the Queen. When quiet was at length restored ' Elise had disappeared. Mademoiselle For a time she was eagerly sought, to-nig- ht I keep d whip-poor-wil- She paused Ebon Dawson, to In a quiet little cottage Just outside a quiet little village, live two sisters. when one talks of their genThe theater was ablaze with lights And oftenand stainless honor, the other tle birth They shone on the fair shoulders of face in her hands,wonder-ln- g her drops beautiful women, on the sombre evenif she did do wrong after all. But, ing suits of the men; on young and when in the evening they sit old; on rich and poor. The world and on the porch, lishis wife was present, at least that Is crickets of and the hum the to what the Duchess of Kew told her tening of the while calling companion, and if the Duchess did the of roses perfume not know, who did? is wafted to them and mignonette You know, the Duchess went on, the garden below. Miss Dorothy it is positively her last appearance. from not of the- - labor nor of the thinks No one knows exactly why, but it is, fancied disgrace, but only of present aud that is sufficient Why, my dear, and so does not regret the with a patronizing little tap of her happiness, time she was the public's idol and half-scornful- d Ends Long Life of Crime 'ZOithoui Fear ! to cheer her Miss Dorothy hurried away. coat-tail- high-bre- everything possible being done to discover what had become of her. But at last the search was abandoned, the publics fickle fancy having been singer. caught by a young concert-hal- l And now only the memory of Mademoiselle Elise, who held all London in her sway, remains. PECULIARITIES OF WRITERS Miay Cannot Da Good Work Cain Their full Are Hamored. 1 have often smiled, said the editor, at the peculiarities displayed by the different people while writing their stories Everyone has his or her particular idiosyncrasy. Brown cannot write a decent line unless he chews at the end of an unlighted cigar, Jones is unhappy and restive unless he puffs at a Turkish cigarette, while Robinson must always have his pet brier pipe. One man I know is very dopy unless be haa had his drink. If he gets that inside of him he can write like a master of prose. Another fellow is most particular about tbe arrangement of the things upon the desk. If even only one object is awry be is unhappy and cannot go on until he has put them in order. Still another feels at home only when he sits in front of a mixed-u- p mass of paper, pens and letters. One woman writer I have noticed cannot get out her stuff unless she eats candy at the same time. With a box of bonbons by her side she can rattle off quires of copy with ease. We are all creatures of habit," concluded the editor, according to the Philadelphia Record, aud once In the bonds of one it is hard to Bhake loose shackles. Bis First Dross Suit. He was a very youthful looking man and he wore a natty opera hat and a lengthy raglan which caused him to be the cynosure of all eyes in the Arch street trolley car. It was probably the first time he had ever worn a dress suit, and as he walked into the car his painful embarrassment was noticeable. Many smiles flitted across the passengers features, and the young fellow noticed each one and blushed deeply. But more trouble was in store. At serSeventeenth street two vant girls boarded the car. They crowded into a seat and began to talk volubly. Yis, said one, th mlsthresa give me a ould wrapper an she She paused here as her wandering gaze rested on the conspicuous young man in the corner. Say, Ellen, she said, loudly, and with a giggle, how would you like that for a feller? The young man left the car hurriedly before it had reached the street where he wished to alight Philadelphia Telegraph. red-face- d lubmurlou Camera, One of the most interesting of new inventions is a camera for taking photographs in the depths of the sea. It consists, more correctly speaking, of two cameras, which are so arranged as to be focused upon a common point Each is inclosed in a large steel bulb to protect it against the pressure of the water. In the middle of the apparatus la a glass fronted chamber, which contains a powerful electric light When, the light is turned on it shines through the glass and illuminates the water for a considerable distance. Thus the object to be photographed is brightly lighted up, and it only remains to expose the plates, which la accomplished by the help of electric wires that run up through rubber tubes to the surface of the water above. The Wickedest Man on Earth, Goes Judgment Without Career. Prayer-Il- is For several weeks Dawson was when be emerged from his hiding place he was piumpily arrest d, tried for stealing the hurse of a farmer near Aurora, Ind., sent to Jeffersonville penitentiary and worked a couple more years for the authorities. Then lie disappeared for a titne. lie was growing older, uglier, more vindictive, and was, in fact, without a friend upon earth. He never married, although he is known to have lived with a squaw in Indian Territory for a time, and it is said that when be tired of her he killed her in a fit of anger and fled the country, only to land in Sing Sing for a short term for attempting to hold up and rob a wealthy manufacturer in a small town With the death of Ebon Dawson, who was laid to rest in a little coun- sister. iaid try churchyard in Tuscarawas county, Ohio, a few days ago, a chapter of crlus, unequalled even in border lure, is has been closed, and tbe "finis the blood written In letters of upon crimson-sinne- d heart of a man who had committed crimes enough in his life to have sent him up for life to almost every penitentiary in the union, even supposing his life bad not been early cut off by the hand of the law, as it should have been on several separate occasions, for the offense of murder. A foundling, with never a bit of knowledge as to his parentage or any other relative in the world, lie was in early years bound out to a farmer near Canal, Dover, O., and was a playmate of tbe afterwards notorious guerrila, Qusntrell, whose aged mother is now living in that same community, and who still clings to the belief that her son was more sinned against than sinning, for the reason, chiefly, that he was always good to her. Dawson was not good to anybody for any length of time, lie was as thoroughly bad, through and through, as any pirate who ever hit a weazand or scuttled a ship. When but a lad at school he nearly killed an inoffensive uoy who chanced to anger' him by some trivial occurrence. He clubbed the wife of the mau who raised him because she refused him money to go to a circus, and then held up a small boy en route to tbe show, took bis money from hint, The and with it purchased a tkv.et. wickedness character of deviltry and manifested itself in every conceivable form. When a Tear or 20 years of uge be killed Morenei near Cannel-ton- , named a miner 0.. robbed him of bis wages, and A year later he was captured fled. while beating a woman to death in the Gore region of tbe Hocking Valley, and sent to the Ohio penitentiary where he served a term of three years and eight months under llie name of Ira Smith. He appeared to have a penchant for mingling with the rougher class about the coal mining districts, and he soon drifted into the Lehigh Valley, where he was run out of a mining camp one night after having brutally treated a young woman, a miner's daughter, and almost beaten the father to death In a fight which subsequently ensued. He was a muscular, brawny fellow, and absolutely without fear. It was his boast that he was afraid of no man, woman, or child that ever trod the earth, and he gave every evidence of believing what he said in perfect sincerity. He was brutal alike to man and beast. Once in AVellsville.O., he was arrested for nearly beating a horse to death because the animal had kicked at him as he passed by. It is said that on more than one occasion he had caught dogs that barked ut him when passing them and deliberately cut their throats. He got mixed up with the notorious counterfeiting gang that infested Seymour and Osgood, Ind., a number of years ago, and aided not only in that work but In running other people's but up for repairs, and Dawson's Was tor a Shock. in eastern New York, in which set he was detected and caught redhanded, despite the vicious fight he put up to prevent capture. Dawson was treacherous and absolutely untrustworthy, to or with anybody. lie would rob the hand that fed him or administered to his other wants with just as much wantunness as he would ills worst enemy. During the last few years the infirmities of age began to creep upon hm. lie contracted rheumatism, which kept him in a Virginia hospital for a time, and from there he drifted where lived a to Sparta, AVIs., man with whom he had trained In various channels of crime. He had saved up a little money, and settled down to a quiet life for a time, for the only reason that he was unable to commit any more deeds of villlany. Ills acquaintance sheltered him, and he remained with the family, under the plain name of John J. Smith, until his death last week, when, by his request, his remains were shipped back to Tuscarawas county, and buried near tbe place where his boyhood days were spent. This was the only indication of sentiment the man was ever known to develop, and this came only with the approach of death, for which he evinced not the slightest fear, nor did he manifest the slightest repentance. He died as he had lived, one of the wickedest men of earth since the days of Nero. A Kamarkabla Find. A gentleman staying in a hotel In Dublin recently was startled by something falling from the chimney on to the Are. It proved to be a pocket-boothe contents of which afforded certain evidence that they had been in the chimney nearly a quarter of a century. The book contained some visiting cards bearing the name of a Capt. iAmbert, a shilling's worth of penny stamps, a receipt for 80 dated 1879, a small calendar for the same year and a ticket for a circular railThi way tour with the same date. memory of the hotel does not go back far enough to explain the mystery, but there is little doubt that the pocket book so strangely recovered affords a clew to a crime which may have baffled the police twenty-thre- e years ago. k, Speed on Electric Roads. The German Society for the Study of Electric Railways has lately experimented upon speed, and in some of Its trials 100 to 105 miles an hour was attained. The air resistance was found to be equivalent to the force of win with a velocity of twelve feet a second. This is a velocity which has only once been reached by German storms, nameThe British IVorken This is an age of disillusion. It Is ly, in the hurricane of February, 1894. The experimenters are confident that not long since the British workman was considered to be without his peer horse thieves rendezvous, Osgood. lie speed much 'exceeding 100 miles an throughout the world. If he were a was a blunderer, and at all times fool- hour can be maintained on electric navvy, he could eat more beef, drink hardy. He would brook no words of railways. more beer than anyone else on the caution, and when remonstrated with Chaplain In tha Navy. face of the earth; as a mechanic he by members of the gang for a Job near 400 Over was the hardest working and the most North Vernon, Ind., he lost his temapplications are on file at the in he was navy department for the one vaagriculture skilled; unapper, as usual, and started in to kill proached. He could lay more bricks, somebody. This time lie had reckoned cancy which recently occurred among the navy chaplains. It is considered plow a stralghter furrow, win more without bis host, for big Dave the navy departrather remarkable coal, carry heavier loads than could who prided himself as then ment officials that by suen a large numany of the less gifted inhabitants of all the king of Indiana counter- ber of ministers applied for the vaforeign countries put together. But of being the cancy, if it is true, as strptchad Dawson upon feiters, late there has been a reaction from recently alleged to then and floor, stamp proceeded roseate views. these by a navy chaplain in a letter written Engineering. upon him with his heavy boots. Dawto the secretary, that it is impossible sons career would likely have ended for a chaplain in the navy to mainYou borrow trouble; you buy then and there, had it not been for the tain his upon the small intercession of Dawson's wife and her salary given him. Ham-merstel- n, gclf-respe- rt |