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Show Triors is no hotter property than a goo piece of jewelry or a good watch. You II can save yourself all anxiety by buying direct from us. Our guaranties are absolute, and we are glad to have inquiries made. ga By Emma Howard Wight SPECIALIZATION. opyrigNt. by Josextii B BuwIcb. I This htate of things was a Birl of 15 when we first go back again came to live in Barclay Htreet. Moth- went on for six mouths; then came er had just died, and our little cot- the end Invovled la money difficultage home, down in the country, had ties, debts of bOBer, gambling debts, become intolerable to father, so he driven beside himself, reckless, desdecided we should so to the city, perate, this poor, misquided boy robwhere a clerkship had been offered bed his employer, took a large sum It neaily broke my heart to of money from tbe safe, to which he him the pretty cottage tor a lodg had always had access. This was soon discovered bj tbc man he had ing house in a dull, narrow street but I tried to be brave before father robbed, who taxed him with It, priand cheerful vately, but sternly, and threateninglSitting at the parlor window a y, and my poor BO) madly letting bed of him, soon became very mud. his quick temper gei great deal, answered interested in my opposite neighbor. insolently. High words folhouse was lowed. Robert solemn!) asserted that Her little gray two-ftOthe prettiest in lfarclay street, with the lawyer struck him first; Robert picked up a heavy chair its white blinds and flower filled winservant and felled him to the ground with it. dows, and a middle-agewoman was her only companion. She And in a week's time be died from Her voice was known In Ha relay street as "Miss tin- effects of the blow." could only Molly," and loved and reverenced for faltered, she paused ; Iter goodness and charity among the press her hands in silent sympathy. "You can KH0W, dear, what followed." loor and suffering. After a little while I spent a great He was arrested, tried, and conl of my time with Miss Moll. and demned to ir years' Imprisonment, which in this state means solitary my life was no longer dull and lone I soon grew to love her very confinement, oh, child, child, shall ly. ever forget that morning It was dearly, and she returned my affection the first day of June when he stood Alter a little while begun to sits pect that some past sorrow cast its in the prisoner's dock, so young, so shadow over her life: but I had rarely handsome, and listened with known her nearly two years before a white, set face and quivering lips It I nearly went mad to that sentence? my suspicions were confirmed fell on mv knees with wild was a lovely morning, the first day then. of June, and 1 had bought a lovely sobs and moans; then I fainted, and when I had recovered bunch of roses for Miss Molly when they had taken him away went to do my marketing When found the front door went over "1 saw him once again to bid him ajar, so 1 went in and ran up to farewell, I was calm then with the the little room where Miss Molly usu- calmness of woe too deep for utterHe also was silent, numbed ally sat the first part of the morning ance. She was seated in a low rocking-chaiwith a terrible, sullen despair. 'Dear,' her head lying back heavily, her litsaid to him, pillowing his head on tle white hands resting Idly on her my breast as I had so often done, the years must pass. I will pray and wait for you in our little home, and, should Heaven spare us both, some day you will come to me, there to begin a new life together.' And, dear, I have been waiting 13 long years; I huve counted each day, each week, each month of them as they glided by, and now, but two more years remain, and my waiting will be over." (( ; 1 bow-eve- d 1 I I 1 Moment Later the Door Was Thrown Open. As she turned her face towards lap. me t saw it was white and stained from long and bitter weeping. The next moment I was kneeling at her feet, my arms about her, imploring her to tell me If she were ill or what was wrong. She looked down Into ray face for a few momenta; then , she said quietly: dear, Is the anniversary of a great suffering In my life, and for many long years I have spent it In bitter weeping; child," she went on, putting her hand under my chin and raising my face that she might see better Into my eyes, "your eyes are so true, so full of affection and sympathy and pity for me that a desire comes over me to tell you the story of my life, and I the sorrow which darkened it. have kept it locked up in my heart so long that it will be a relief to unburden it. Come and sit, as you always do, at my feet" I obeyed in silence, and waited for her to begin, which after a few moments she did "My parents were peo and I was pie of the middle-class- , their only child for ten years, and ) then my little brother was born. parents were very fond of the child as he grew from babyhood, for he was remarkably beautiful; but their affection was nothing like tin- love bore him. People used to wonder at It. even my parents were pusaled il When I was 17 yean of age, and it Robert, my little brother, seven, out patents died within the same year been My father's income had de rived from a salary, which of , ,s(, OtMcd at his death; but just about that time a small fortune was left me this house. by an aunt, Including Here we came to live. Robbie and I. and a middle aged servant Woman, Margaret, the mother of the woman who is with me now My whole life was then devoted to my Idolized brother, to the exclusion of all else could have had lovers, I could have married; but no one could come Robert In my heart. He did not lusc his beauty as he grew older; he was bright, lovable, affectionate: ut, alas, weak, easily lafluenced, and possessed a quick, fiery temper which he never tried to coutrol or restrain "I will not linger over the years hai passed until Robert reached his twenty-firs- t It was his desire year. to study law, so he entered the nl flte of a prominent lawyer in this city. He had only been there a few months, when through a young man in the office, he was Introduced Into a fat set, and In a short time was plunged Into dissipation When 1 Be Cheerful. realized this, was nearly crazed 1'ractlee smiling at yourself In the I with fear and pain implm. d re mirror and then go abroad and try It He would be sor- on folks uionslrated. wept. The world loves a cheerful rowful!', repentant for awhile, then soul. 1 "To-day- 1 well-to-d- - be-tor- e To mildly say "prevaricate" They want a gltorter word. Washington Star. HE WASN'T WORTH Satterfleld. grumbled I don't dance, anyway." But you used to dance before we were married." Mrs. protested "It's Satterfleld. ridiculous for a man who is only 36 to say he doesn't dance." "I don't, I tell you," said Satterfleld, sitting up in the hammock. "1 admit there once was a time when I gamboled over the waxed floor with the rest, but that was when they had gallops and prairie queens and the military schottische on the Why, programs. it took me ten years to learn to waltz and then just when I had got it " down pat they began the "A two-ste- p is just as easy!" said the girl with brown eyes. "I couic teach you in ten minutes, Mr. Satter field." "And if she can't, I can," added tlu girl with the blue eyes. "Don't trust them. Try me instead,' broke in the young woman with the yellow hair from the porch railing, where she was perched. "You simply have got to go to that club cotillon with the rest of us." Satterfleld the three regarded would-bteachers with interest. He did more he beamed. "I never before thought I should like to learn," he confessed, "but somehow I have a yearning to do so now." "Oh, go ahead!" said Mrs. Satterfleld. "Don't mind me." "She thinks I can't do it," said Satterfleld to the girl with brown eyes as they swept the rugs off in one corner of the porch. He carried himself with the air of a man used to accomplishing great things in a few minutes. "It's like this," said the girl with brown eyes as Mrs. Satterfleld at the piano indoors struck up a two-steShe skimmed over the floor lightly while Satterfleld studied her feet. "Oh, yes," he said. "I see. It looks very easy. Like this." "Well, not quite," said his teacher. "You were doing a galop then, Mr. Come, try it with me and see if you can catch the rhythm.'' "Was that a galop?" asked Sater-flelin a surprised disbelief. "Yes. I will catch on all right just as soon as I dance it with some one. As you say, I must get the rhythm." They started and Satterfleld walked on his teacher's feet and ended by tripping her over a chair. "I was looking at the dog in the front yard," he explained. "I nearly had it then, didn't I?" "Well, nearly," gasped the girl with brown eyes. "Let me try." said the girl with blue eyes. "She didn't explain the step to you at the beginning." "No," said Satterfleld. "I knew that was the trouble, but I hated to say so." "This way," said the new teacher, slowly outlining the step. "You understand? It's terribly easy." "As "Perfectly," said Satterfleld. you say, it is very simple. I should have learned to two-steages ago, only I never thought I'd care about it, and then after a man's married he sort of thinks the girls would rather dance with the chaps of their own age." The girl with blue eyes yanked Mr. Satterfleld around by main force. He betrayed a tendency to continue the two-stein one straight line, varying over the it by attempting hurdles porch railing and assaults on the window boxes. When they stopped the young woman was mopping her forehead, totally out of breath. Satterfleld was flushed but triumphant. "Oh. it's easy!" he said. "Of make mistakes now and course, then, but" "Try with me now," said the girl with the yellow hair. "They have bOBO taking it too slowly You don't get the rh thm." "That's it." said Satterfleld, Irritably. "They forgot all about show ing me the rhythm." "You mustn't be discouraged." said the girl with the yellow hair. ld "Oh, I'm not discouraged." said in surprise. The music from indoors continued with machinelike regularity and the three teachers worked heroically in At Ihe end of an hour Mrs relays. Satterfleld came to the porch to find the girl with brown eyes lying exhausted in the hammock with a dam-airefoot and two yards of ruffling torn from her skirts. The young wotn an with yellow hair was gathering up hack combs and pins from the loaf. Her friend with blue eyes was repairing her skirt, which was totn from the belt. Satterfleld was beamI'm not going! IT. two-step.- Reaction. deceive me, doctor! "Don t Tell me the truth' Will my boy get well?" "(let well ' Why. madam, he is in no more dan of dying than you are. The car wheels didn't touch him. It was the rear platform he was trying to grab." II, "The little rascal! I'll whip him within an inch of his life for giving me He It costs me nearly $5,000 such a scare." Chicago Tribune. year to live. She What a waste of money! BOTH NEEDED PERSUASION. It Sure Is. Last night I fairly rolled in coin; t - J a e I'd millions, on the dead Say, ain't It fierce when you wake up, And And you've bumped your head? Milwaukee Sentinel. At College. "I told the governor I had engaged a tutor to get me on ahead, and the old man was so pleased, that he sent me an extra check for the tutor's ex- pense." "I didn't know you were having private coaching." "I haven't. He isn't that kind of a tutor. He is a chauffeur." Baltimore American. A Hustler. Harix Heow be yore son gittln' sence he went up tew th' city? Oatcake Purty good, I reckon. He writ us he wuz carryin' everything before him. Harix Is he in bizness fer hisself? Oatcake No, he's actln' ez waiter in a eatin' house. Chicago Daily g News. Where Women Vote. asked "And did you vote The Smitten Swain Will nothing the president of the Woman's club. move you? "No, I'm sorry to say I did not." The Obdurate Maid Really, Mr. "But you promised to." Smith, you talk as if I were a "I know it; but on the way to the polls I got in a discussion with a man Whose Verses Are These? about woman's right to vote, and I She was a phantom of delight talked so long that when I got to the When first she gleamed upon my sight polls they were closed!" Yonkers But when the paint came off her face Statesman. She was well -- rather commonplace. Chicago Journal. CHRONIC KICKER. He Liked It. "You seem to find that book very nteresting." said Mrs. Heupeck. "Yes," replied Henry, "it's delightful. I've glanced at the ending, and he hero and heroine don't get married after all." Chicago A Bas! "Would you marry a woman who was older than you?" "Not if I knew it." II you knew It? Are you one of ihe people who think a woman is only as old as she says she is?" Chicago Record-Herald- One Man's Wisdom. What excuse did Superintendent Dldbacb offer for declining to bay a lot In the new cemetery? Solicitor He said he might be lost at sea. then he'd have no use for it. Chicago Daily News. p Does that guest iu room complain much lately? Clerk Yes; why. he kicks about everything as much as if he wasn't paying any boaid at all Chicago 23 Proprietor Changing, Yes. She -- Don't you think our summers are changing? News. He Decidedly! Why, I can remember the time when you Would never Always Disappointed. see a waist the entire sum- Bonn time the mercury will ris.-mer' Yonkers Statesman. Sometimes a downward course peek-a-bo- Often the Case. Dead men tell no tales Hut their tombstones do. Chicago News. Biggs Dlggs TALKING IT OVER. twill pick; But whatsoe'er the course It tries The weather fiends are sure to kick. Wasliingian Star. Forgot Himself. Church That man is an end seat hog. all right. Gotham How do you know? "Because he tried to get the end seat away from me!" Yonkers In Chicago. think we ought to Mrs. Dearborn do all we can to help our ministers. Mrs. Wabash Well, I've done my share, I'm sure. I've put six of 'em In the way of making wedding fees! 1 Yonkers Statesman. She Knew. He says he Mr. Jolt can't see through my jokes; I wonder why? Mrs. Jolt Because they're your Soakers jokes, I suppo.--e l "How do yon manage to learn all the Interesting scandals of the town, Fran Rumniel! "O, since they have women cab It Would Seem So. Oyer Speaking of the seasons, summer Is the pride of them all. drivers that's easy I always get up Myer How do van figure that out? on the box with the driver - Kile It goeth before a fall, you Oyer gonde Miattf know. Chicago Dally News f Saf-terfiel- p . 1 1 "Pshaw!" Habit. A 1 I She paused, her cheeks grew softly flushed, her eyes sparkled with an Intense and rapturous joy. "Two years," she repeated, "only two years of waiting." Only two more years; but one had hardly past when Miss Molly's cheeks grew paler and thinner, her This was step slow and languid. the beginning, and from that time her health began steadily to decline, and, with bitter pain, I realized she was slowly fading out of life. One evening, as I knelt beside her easy chair, where she now sat all day, she laid her thin hand gently on my head and said: "Dear, you am going to leave you know that before long?" I hid my face In her lap, and burst into tears. "You must not grieve too much, my child," she went on, "It is God's will; I shall not be here to make his life happy and bright; but I shall live to see him once more, my boy, ray Robert. The weeks and months glided by; daily she grew weaker, frailer grew her hold on life. The year was nearly up; but I never thought she would live to see it; but she did. The first day of June came, such a sunny, beautiful day. 1 had been with her all night, and when the first rays of the sun shone into her room, a radiant smile lighted up her sweet white face, and heard her whisper: "The years of waiting are over." She hardly spoke the rest of the day, but lay with a listening look 'on her face, and the faint smile lingering about her lips. My heart was nearly bursting with sorrow and suspense. She could not live through the night, 1 Ah! would he come, or would knew. she have waited so long In vain? The day wore on; I was sitting beside her holding her hand, when I heard the unit door open, and a man s step I It the hall and upon the stair. thought It was the doctor returning, when a low cry from Miss Molly MUSed me to turn. With a superhuman effort she had raised herself In bed. and her great blue eyes were fixed with a look I shall never forget upon the door. "Hush," she whispered, " he Is A moment later the door coming." was thrown open, and a man stood A man premaupon the threshold. turely aged, with bent shoulders, gray, close cropped head, and a worn, haggard face, hearing the remains or great beauty. His eyes saw nothing, save the figure on the bed: then he bounded across the room, and caught her In his arms. "Molly, sister." I heard him murmur. Her head sank against his breast with a sigh of utter peace and content, "My boy, my boy.'" she murmured, "the waitShe smiled once, and ing is over." then died I saw the worn, handsome face of the man grow as white as too smiling one on his breast. "My God," he cried aloud, "dead, gone ' Then, as his heavy sobs echoed stole away, the through the room, us railing over my cheeks; leaving hem alone- - the (bad. who had waited so long the living, who had come too late. LESSON So precious ban time grown of late Men cannot Htop. we've heard. Once upon a time, not many years hence, perhaps, a man. being seized with a sudden and violent pain, has tens to a doctor for relief. "Where is the pain?" asks the doctor. "Right here." groans the man, "and lays his hand on the afflicted part. The doctor opens his case of instruments and takes therefrom several delicate compasses and a number of finely graduated tapes. With these he proceeds to make precise and elab orati' measurements, stopping at frequent intervals to set down a great many figures on a sheet of paper. What are you doing?" cries the man at last, for his pain is all the time Increasing "Of course shall make very sure first of all. that the location of the difficulty brings it within my specialty. Do you taKe me for a quack? You deserve to have been born a thousand yeais ago!" replied the doctor, r A HIS DANCING Qood Jokes The End of Her Waiting 1 Sat-tertie- ing. "I'm ready to go on." he announced cheerfully. "You'd better rest," said his wife, hastily. "Yes, you must rest, Mr. Salter Held." chorused his teachers, also hastily. "All right." raid Satterfleld, reI But It's a pity' was luctantly. tu.-- i beginning to catch the rhvthm Chicago Dally News. ' WmPMkXH ft SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH. Game of Chance. Good negatives are very largely a matter of accident, writes Giles Edger-ton- , Given the utin the Craftsman. most care and wisdom in the selection of subjects and time, it is nevertheless true that the novice may secure with his kodak a more artistic negative than the trained veteran, and that the veteran himself will get the most artistic negatives largely as a result of chance." The Best Man. Harold "The Best Man, by published by the company. Indianapolis, is a neatly contains throe printed book which tales which do not deal with weddings, as the title might indicate, but are stories of politics, of ambition and of love. It is true the finish of each of them finds a wedding in prospect, and in each the best man wins the fair lady, despite the scheming of rivals and ambitious parents. "The Best Man'' is written in Mr. MeGrath's best manner, and can not fail to help the while lovers of good, clean fiction away a few very pleasant hours. Robbs-Mer-ri- Sunflower. scientist has made the recent discovery that the sunflower yields a splendid febrifuge that can be used as a substitute for quinine. More than ten years ago reported to the Therapeutical Society of Paris with relation to the same subject. Accordingly the sunflower should not only by its growing exert great effect, but also yield a product which is used advantageously In all fevers. Quinine in An eminent Spanish Mon-corv- fever-dispellin- Riley, the People's Poet. "Morning," a collection of poems written by James Whitcomb Riley, the Hoosier poet, has just been published oy the Bobbs-Merricompany, It is a tastily printed little volume, the poems all being new ones never before presented to the public, and are of the kind that appeal ;o the every-daman, f,or James Whitcomb Riley is essentially the poet of the people, and his are the songs of This little volume sternal youth. should be in the home of every lover 3f the good, the true and the India-aapoli- y Sea Trout Fattened. sea trout was caught at Aberdeen recently, which swam 120 miles in 49 days, and doubled its weight on the way. It was marked and put into the Coquet in Northumberland, and when recaught at Aberdeen, its length was not increased, its rapid gain in weight being due to corpulence. A The Bible as Good Reading. We have always contended that the Bible was the most interesting reading of any book we have ever read. In this opinion we now have the support of a United States senator. Albert J. Beveridge of Indiana, whose book, "The Bible as Good Reading," has just bem puLlislied by Henry Altemus Whoever company, of Philadelphia. bus n'glected the reading of his Bible will find In this book a valuable guide to the Interesting portions of that other Book, and whoever reads what Senator Beveridge has to say will be sure to read his Bible also. Wooden Soldiers Found In Egypt. AmTf the objects found in recent excavations in Egypt was a whole company of wooden soldiers fifteen inches high. The Essence of Dullness. It is true, no doubt, that many learned people are dull; but there is no indication whatever that they are dull because they are learned. True dullness is seldom acquired: it is a natural grace, the manifestations of which, however modified by education, remain in substance the same. Pill a dull man to the brim with knowledge, and he will not become iess dull, as the enthusiasts for education vainly imagine; but neither will he become duller. He will remain In essence what he always has been and always must have been. But whereas his dullness would, if left to itself, have been merely vacuous, it may have become, under careful cultivation, pretentious and pedantic. Balfour. Russian Yellow Journalism. Since the appearance of the cholera In Russia the Rnsskoye Zuamla, the organ of the union of Russian men, has dally heen publishing articles accusing the Jews and the constitutional democrats of preparing poisonous syringes for Inoculating the people with chorela virus, "according to the method of the Rnarchlst Krapotkln." Typhoid Preventive. that typhoid fever costs the United States $200,. 000.000 a year. It is within the power of every family to do something toward cutting down the grand total of epense, and toward avoiding bearing a proportion of it. It has been estimated Gathering Ostrich Feathers. Ostrich feathers can be taken every The plumes are not, fight months as some suppose, pulled, but are cut with a sharp knife The stumps with, er and fall out |