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Show Cft INDEPENDENT. B C JOHN MOM, Publish 8PRINQVILLK. UTAH Not that it makes any difference but what has become of Mary Mac lane. Who would argue with a lunatic? As Indiana lawyer did and saved his life thereby. Edison has 791 patents on- inven tions. But Edison works more than eight hours a day. Sir Thomas Upton will be known as the founder of a long and Illustrious line of Shamrocks. Phonograph records are found to be uninjured by the recent flood. The worst is not yet over. Some bad bov in the class would be sure to put a bent pin in the seat of the proposed chair of humor. Tf thr ic anv virtue in nrsfatAnra and live dogs, the Ziegler arctic expe- . i : . : . : 1 1 . . . , . . i. i uiiiuu win LapLuit? liic uui lu puio IU1M time. The later a man comes home at night the surer he Is that he didn't make any noise when he stumbled on the stairs. s. There is a lesson in the experience of a Sharon man who lost $2,000 In Boston. Never carry so much changa in one pocket. " Looking from Servia to Mexico and Canada, the United States has good reason to congratulate itself that it has good neighbors. John W. Gates wishes to hare it known that he does not smoke $4 cigars ci-gars In public only or merely when he is In a meditative mood. If poet Clinton Scollard, now railroad rail-road president, "recognizes the profession" profes-sion" in giving out passes, his road will not lack for passengers. It is only a coincidence that the interesting in-teresting booklet on wild flowers sent out by the New York agricultural college col-lege is written by Prof. Weed. Andrew D. White wants the colleges to train young men for office holding. That's not a bad idea, but how are the trained young men to get the offices? of-fices? As Russell Sage wants to escape the .persecutions of the assessors he should follow Hetty Green's example and live in a Pullman car or au automobile. auto-mobile. The only art treasures that Mr. Morgan brought back with him were some fine engraved portraits of American statesmen on a pocketful of $1,000 bills. It Is quite as it should be that the pioneer American baby in Guam should be a girl. Hasn't Uncle Sam long ago abdicated in favor of Aunt Samanthy? The new mayor of Baltimore is too busy to perform the social duties of his office. If he performs the other duties, the citizens may be willing to let It go at that. Prof. Smith of the University of Chicago may be right in denouncing the consumption of soda water on moral ground, but this is no timeto do his denouncing. The man at Passaic who at the age of 38 has ten children, the last eight of whom have come in couples, is likely to attract the attention of the President if he keeps on. While on board the Kearsarge Emperor Em-peror William passed -the time of day with a lank yankee of the name of Scanlon. Mr. Scanlon should hurry home and write his reminiscences. The first stomach, the scientific sharps say, grew from a single cell creature somewhat resembling the bacteria of to-day. We ought to feel very grateful to it for Its enterprise. The demand from some people for a black postage stamp for use on mourning envelopes naturally raises the question whether it is really in good taste to use mourning envelopes, anyway. The Australian citizen who claims to have invented a perfect rainmaking device may have an interesting Invention, Inven-tion, but if he is wisely advised he will keep away from the United States this summer. In defending a divorce suit a Brooklyn Brook-lyn man stated under oath that his wife thought mere of her pet dog than of hira. Well. lime, de Stael said once: "The more I see of men, the better I like dogs." Henry Watterscn boldly declares that the effort to depose President Droppers of the University of South Dakota because he once "took a drink" is a deliberate attempt to undermine un-dermine the liberties of the American people. Before deciding not to accept the offer of $10,000,000 in gold Colombia would do well to expend a few million mil-lion dollars if its depreciated currency curren-cy in wiring to Washington and learning learn-ing just how Uncle Sam feels about the matter. Lady Jane Harriett Ellice, the last of the twelve bridesmaids who accompanied ac-companied Queen Victoria to the altar in February, 1S10, has just died in London at the age of eighty-four. Probably her friends never forgot that wedding. Pity the sorrows of the British poet laureate- when he comer to tackle the job of singing the achievements of the British troops in Somaliland as they rallied to their country's banner at Jibutil, Damot, Bohotle and other points in the Mudgug district. Millionaire Walsh's wife, while going from her Washington home to her summer cottage in Massachusetts, Massachu-setts, lost her trunks- Anyone finding find-ing about sixty large trunks will do well to communicate with the lady. Ab King Peter appears to be a rather rath-er sensitive person he probably is fully appreciative of the delicatesug-gestion delicatesug-gestion of irony contained in the utterances ut-terances of his ministers when they shout "Long live the king!" It is up to the ministers to say how far this vlsh will come true. V HE story is current cur-rent that Senator Depew, having originated or-iginated a couple of stories, took them to Marshall P Wilder, saying: "My dear Wilder, I have called to ask a great favor of you." "My dear senator, any favor that lies within my power I shall be only too happy to grant. What is it?" "I have here two stories which I have written and am anxious to hear them told before I tell them myself. In order to learn how they will go, and I thought that you could arrange to give them at one of your entertainments entertain-ments when I could be present." Wilder took the manuscripts, read them through with apparent Interest, remarked upon their cleverness, and said: "Why, certainly, senator, I will do this with pleasure, and as I have been invited to assist at an entertainment this afternoon, why not come up and hear them?" ' "I will," replied the senator. "Where Is the entertainment to be held?" "At the Deaf and Pumb Asylum." A friend told me that he went to consult his lawyers who had recently moved to new offices in a skyscraper. Upon inquiry of the man running the elevator, he was told that they were located on the eighteenth floor. "But don't you think that the eighteenth eight-eenth floor is very near Heaven for lawyers to get.'" he asked. "Indeed, it is that, and I doubt if they ever get much nearer, but, poor souls, let them feel that they've got a fair start." Nine of 'Em. Old Maid I want to get my cat Insured. In-sured. Insurance Solicitor Yes, ma'am, eertainly; but you'll have to take out a policy for each one of the cat's lives. Meeting an old friend who did not look at all well, I anxiously inquired after his health. "Oh, I am miserable," he replied. "The truth Is, I am all broken up and have, I fear, become a back number." num-ber." "What seems to be the trouble?" "I am greatly depressed over the new expressions that 'are constantly finding their way into use. I was first affected when Cleveland sprung the 'innocuous desuetude' upon a confiding con-fiding public, but I got over that in time and became quite myself again until Santos Dumont launched his 'dir-gible" 'dir-gible" balloon. This brought on a recurrence recur-rence of my old malady which has been greatly aggravated by the 'te-trahedral' 'te-trahedral' kite of Prof. Bell. Two men were conversing together In the corridor of the postoffice. "Have you attended any of the late ball games?" asked one. "Haven't been this year are they exciting? "Never saw anything like it in my life. I was up yesterday, and the enthusiasm en-thusiasm was beyond description. There were at least twenty-five thousand thou-sand persons present and they cheered and hollered so that I will bet that one-half of them won't be able to speak a loud word for a week. You should go up by all means." "Thank you. I think I will, and I believe that I will take my wife." Country Lass He loves he loves me not. I paused one day in East Fourteenth Four-teenth street to watch a man affix a poster to a theatrical billboard, when a quaint-looking old rag picker came along with a cart and jangling bells. He stopped at an ash barrel which stood on the curb near me, took hishook and speared about within with the result of fetching to the surface a Jute bag such as usually contains raw coffee. He examined it critically and at last threw it into the cart. Noticing Notic-ing that I had been observing him, he turned toward me with an interrogat- Egg Hatched in a Kettle. Mrs. O. A. Shaw has accidentally found a new and rapid method of hatching chickens. Yesterday morr ing her son wished an egg for breakfast, break-fast, so she sent him out to the chicken chick-en house for an egg. This egg she put Into the teakettle to boil. She then forgot all about it until her son asked for his egg an hour ano" a half afterward. The fire had burned low and the water was not very warm when the boy took the egg out of the kettle. As he did so be delected a faint noise inside the shell, and in an instant in-stant the Inclosed chicken had pecked a little hole in the shell, which the boy broke, releasing the little chick. It has been placed under the care of a hen with a brood and appears to be doing nicely. New York Journal. Novel Sanitary Step. Paul Strauss, senator tof Paris, who is one of the most practical authorities on municipal affairs, is about to propose pro-pose that a compulsory sanitary record rec-ord skould be attached to every dwelling. ing expression, evidently wondering how so valuable an article could have been thrown' away. At last, as if he had solved the problem, he nodded his head two or three times slowly, and. philosophically remarked: ' "Willful waste makes woeful wants." Passing Huber's Museum one evening even-ing a well-known young society man skipped from the curb onto the car, where he was greeted by an acquaintance acquaint-ance with: "Hello, Harry, what In the world are you doing down in this-locality?" "Oh, I have been in the museum here interviewing the freaks.' "I shouldn't think," remarked the other, "that you would care to be mixed up with that.lot; but you really ought to consider yourself very lucky to have eluded the manager and escaped." "The Man With the Roll." "Why, Kate, this is a delightful surprise," sur-prise," said a lady to her friend, as they met in a dairy ,, kitchen. "I thought tha you were in London." "No, the announcement in the papers pa-pers was an error. We had intended to have gone over early in April, but mother read of the king's contemplated contemplat-ed Continental trip, and you know how horribly dull and stupid it is in London when the -court is away, so we determined to defer our visit until the autumn." "What are your plans for the summer?" sum-mer?" "We have not fully made up our minds, but mother has written up to a very nice farmhouse near Tanjjers-ville, Tanjjers-ville, and probably we will go there." One of the most novel proposals of marriage I ever heard was recently related to me by a lady. It seems that a young man, somewhat bashful, had long been devoted to a girl, but could never quite key himself up to the ordeal of a formal proposal, and although she knew exactly the state of his feelings, seasons would come and go without the fatal plunge being taken. At last they were seated together to-gether in the soft moonlight of a June night, when, "after a prolonged silence, he said: "Mary?" "Yes, John, what is it?" "Mary, do you think ,that you would ever be contented to rest in our family plot?" "The Man Behind the Bat." The other day 1 came upon an old acquaintance whom I knew to have been ill seated in Madison Square, surrounded by time tables of various railroads. I greeted him, and inquired inquir-ed after his health. He told me that he had had a hard time all winter, but that he was gaining strength and would soon be himself again. "Going away?" I asked, observing his occupation. , "Well, my physician has advised me to travel for diversion, but as I cannot afford the expense, I have secured these time tables and spend most of my days out here in the open air taking imaginary trips. It is a great scheme, and I go all over the tiountry." "Where are you now?" I asked. "I am at Grand Rapid, Mich., but unfortunately, our train ' was behind time, and I missed my connection, so I am sitting here in -the station obliged oblig-ed to wait two hours and a half for the Kalamazoo special." New York Times. Would Be Used to It. Mill Helen Gould was entertaining one of the girls' clubs in which she is so interested at her beautiful home on the Hudson. After walking about the grounds and conservatories, she invited invit-ed them to wander over the house and see the pictures and objects of art. While, they were thus engaged she overheard one of the girls say confidingly confid-ingly to a companion: "Say, Mamie, een heaven won't feaze Miss Gould after this place." Gallant Yarmouth. The earl of Yarmouth was pictured in a new light at the Lambs club the other evening as a maker of pretty speeches and this incident was related re-lated to show that he had more than his title to command him to Miss Thaw. It was while -he was parrying numerous nu-merous good-natured thrusts about the wealth of his bride, on the American line pier the day the couple sailed for England. ' - "The St. Paul carries a large consignment con-signment of gold," banteringly remarked re-marked an actor friend. "And that which Is more precious than rubies," quickly replied the earl, bowing gallantly to his bride. New York Mail and Express. Most of Them Are In Need. VI don't put much faithrin proverbs," said Brown to Jones. "For Instance, look at the oft-quoted one. A friend in need Is a friend indeed. Now most of my experience with friends in need has been that they wanted to borrow. Give me the friends that are not in need." Strap Storiess 1 ' 1.C O N QC LAS TM The girl -who was generally cheei fill noma In frttm o n oftornnnn rt r Q 1 1 w1 G with a long face. "Now what's the. matter with you?" asked her mother J 'Well, this has been an afternoon of ideal smashers. Didn't know there were so many busybodles to spoiigXspoke in enthusiastic terms of Mrs. one's faith until to-day. I haven't &rJS binning 's figure, and she assured me ideal left. All my little balloons have come plopping, plopping, down to earth.""! have learned that there areFlood boy was capable of mean tricks no heights, and that what I imagined were heights are simply clouds. Th,ere is nothing lovely under the sun; every thing and every one Is smirched." smirch-ed." "Where have you been asked her mother. -"Well, first I went to Mrs. Liter-J ary's. I said I didn't know when I en-Joyed en-Joyed a lecture as I did Mr. Reader's the other night, and Mrs. Literary fairly fell over herself to tell me that 'most of the lecture was stolen, and that she had 'read the greater partlfond mothers that their 'children are of it in Emerson's essays. You know I don't know a thing about Emerson's essays, so I thought she might be right, therefore I skipped at once to light opera, with which I flattered myself I was well acquainted. I said there was some fascinating, catchy music In the latest comic opera favorite, and Mrs. Theatergoer, who also was calling on Mrs. Literary, Liter-ary, sniffed and remarked that 'the music in that opera was as ancient as the hills, just old stuff made over.' Then I switched back to lierature again and ventured that the novel of the day was a mignty interesting book, and Mrs. Literary squelched me with 'The plot of that book has been used hundreds of times. It's the same old thing, dressed a little differently, differ-ently, that's alL And that's the way It went all the afternoon. "I dropped in to see Mabel next You know she makes no pretense of knowing anything about books, music or art. I tHought I should find solace there, but she displayed a disagreeable disagree-able knowledge of people. I mentioned mention-ed that Mr Blank was an admirable The attractive woman of forty, was undergoing a rigid examination by the young woman who had been married mar-ried three months. "Why have you never married?" she asked. "Of course, I know a woman with your attractions has had many chances; but, on the other hand, you do not act like a person who has been prevented from marrying because be-cause of some unfortunate love affair. That's why I venture to ask you why you've never married." "Of course I have had chances to marry; most woman do here," was the reply. "It's simply because I'm so happy unmarried that I have decided never to give up single bliss. I've done a lot of observing of married people, and I'm quite ready to deliver a lecture on this subject. Now here It is: - "The great trouble is that a man wishes his wife to be very much married, mar-ried, but he himself wants to be as free as in his bachelor days. He would consider himself ill-treated if his' wife should act as if she were still a daughter in her father's house, and took no responsibilities. He would vehemently protest if he should come home to supper and find her absent, and upon her return later hear her say, 'Oh, I met some of the old crowd of girls, and we decided we'd go for a trolley ride, and then have a little supper sup-per afterward. All sorts of a good time.' He wauld declare at once that he had grounds for a divorce. He would make things pretty lively if his wife took upon herself only those duties which she had before marriage and insisted on having servants to do the rest of the work. He would rise up in his wrath if his wife said, 'Here, take care ot the baby this evening. I've been working hard all day and now mean to go out and enjoy myself.' He would say his wife was extremely selfish sel-fish if she took no interest in him aside from his earning money to feed and clothe her. And still there are MATRiMoiyrr as JS Sorcve Reflections Of -52s. Bo.ckelorXjirl . It Is fortunate for men that women have no sense of humor. Men are the spice of life, but a steady diet of spice is undesirable. -Money you earn yourself may come hard, but It's awfully nice not to have to ask anybody for It at the end of the week. ....," Statistics show that ten men desert their families to one woman; and yet women are blamed for race suicide. s If women would swear a little more they wouldn't cry so much. ' Since the beginning of time woman's wo-man's affections have been kept in a hothouse to make them just as large and tender as possible; her Judgment has been confined to the Gives Away Much Money. A mysterious stranger, well dressed and correct in sartorial get-up, has been playing "angel" to the human waifs of New York. Every night between be-tween 11 and midnight he appears in Bryant park and distributes silver dollars dol-lars among the tramps who crowd the benches there. Once or twice be gave away over 100 of these coins; "It will do them more good than it is doing me," he said to a policeman whom he ashed to accompany him. The tramps hate been multiplying so fast that the stranger is expected to stop his lavish largesse as suddenly as it was begun. Thoroughly Mastered. The Sunday school teacher had recited re-cited the Parable of the Sower, and then asked: "Now can any member of the class make up a sentence containing con-taining the word 'tares'?" After "patient "pa-tient effort little Albert held up his hand and said: "They was some children chil-dren what slid down the plank with splinters in it and some of them brought forth rips and some of them brought forth tres," Shan, so devoted to his work, and such a perfect gentleman. She emphatically em-phatically declared that he was 'a roaring bluff, looked serious and shirked his work on to ethers, and treated his family atrociously. Then that it was all artificial. I ' learned that the manly looking little Blue- that most handsome men were vici ous, that pretty girls were invariably made up, and that my bosom friend did not do me a favor because she liked me, but because she had some axe to grind. "I suppose these same people go around telling children there are no fairies, and old people that the Bible on which their faith is pinned is nothing noth-ing but an ordinary book. I suppose they tell trusting wives that their husbands hus-bands are not always upright, and far from angels. I suppose they stick their noses into every one's business and make every one uncomfortable. Why, you know one of these. cranks that I called upon this afternoon went so far as to tell me that I was not what I seemed. She said she knew I was not naturally cheerful, but adopted that mattner because I knew hthe world did not care for a melan choly person, and that she had also a suspicion that I had a nasty temper under my sweet smile. The old cat!" "And what did you say to all these -disagreeable people?" asked the girl's mother. "Well, I told them that 'when ignorance ignor-ance was bliss 'twas folly to be wise,' and that I hoped I should always remain re-main in Ignorance of the shortcomings of my friends and relatives, and that I was not In sympathy with people who were always trying to undermine another's air castle." The girl's mother smiled. "And then you wondered because some sharp-tongued sharp-tongued person told you that you had a nasty temper under your sweet smile." SE5H3) few husbands who manifest much interest in-terest in their wives except to demand de-mand that the house be kept in decent order and that the cooking be of the best. "If it is hard for a man to adjust himself to the new order of things; if it is hard for him to remember that there is some one to think of besides be-sides himself; if it is difficult for him to consider that another's pleasure is to be considered before his it is also difficult for a woman to remember that she has responsibilities before undreamed un-dreamed of. " It is exasperating for her to know that she must sit down and mend when she -would like to make a call on a jolly unmarried friend. It is a cross to her to withdraw with-draw from some gay party, because sSe racist be home to get dinner or to greet her lord and master when he returns from business. It is irritating when she is absorbed in a book to have to drop it to attend to, the Iceman Ice-man or to give orders about taking out the ashes. If there are times when a man wishes sincerely that he were not married, there are times when a woman wishes the same thing just as heartily. "A woman would gladly take upon herself the responsibilities of married life and perform her duties to the best of her ability, if she knew she were going to receive , appreciation and comradeship from her husband. But the average husband acts as if 'his wife had done him an injury- in marrying at all, constantly chafes for his freedom as he chooses to call it and is wholly unsympathetic, and uncongenial" "A "You don't know a thing of what you're talking," said the young married mar-ried woman hotly. "My husband is" just the nicest, kindest, most sympathetic sympa-thetic " "Wait until you've been married three years instead of three months," said the unmarried woman cynically, as she left her friend sputtering with indignation. cellar, to grow like a potato sprout. It's a good thing to reverse the process proc-ess for a while. The new woman has got so she carries a latchkey, but she hasn't yet reached the point where it is necessary neces-sary to take the .keyhole along with hepin order to find it when she gets home. Women make all the trouble men have in life and make It worth the trouble. , It Is only after a woman has learned to meet men without considering them in the light of matrimonial possibilities possibili-ties that she really knows how to enjoy their society. Minnie J. Reynolds Rey-nolds In New York Times. Gave Orator Good Advice. . At a recent meeting of the London Author's club Canon Teignmouth Shore spoke of having met James Russell Rus-sell Lowell shortly after, that gentleman gentle-man had gone as minister to England. "That distinguished man was cogitating cogitat-ing over his first public utterance in this country and wondering to what length he should speak. He had thought of speaking for about forty minutes. He had asked a countryman country-man of his what his view was and had received this answer: 'Well, Mr. Lowell, Low-ell, my advice to you Is that if you find after you have been speaking two minutes you have not struck oil you had better give up boring." Mummy Caves of Alaska. Prof. Edmund S. Meany of the Smithsonian Institution, is the first scientist to visit the mummy caves of the Aleuts of Alaska. Many mummies,- to be sure, have been sent from Alaska, from time to time, but no man of learning has ever examined the caves themselves. The report which the professor will doubtless prepare will be looked for with some interest. MTLRNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION BY PC AMISSION OF RAND. MSNALLY & CO. , " CHAPTER IX. ICK'S letter to the colonel was soon j written. He put it .In his pocket and walked to Bedford jSpare. It was growing rapidly dark, but lights were only Just beginning be-ginning to appear in 'most of the houses. In No. 23 the shutters shut-ters of the dining- room windows were not yet fastened, but the blinds had been already drawn down. .The bright lights Inside threw upon one of them the shadow of a man who was evidently Bitting at the near end of the room; his left arm was thrown over the back of his chair, and Its Image was partly merged in the darkness which represented the latter; his head was In full profile, and bent downward in an attitude of deep thought. He was probably prob-ably at some little distance from the table, upon which the lights behind him were placed, for the shadow thrown upon up-on the blind was sharp in outline and scarcely more than life-size. The figure fig-ure was in fact recognizable beyond a doubt as that of Colonel de Montaut himself, and Dick, as he stood upon the doorstep, was almost startled at seeing him apparently so close. At the same time he saw that he had here a good chance of ascertaining at once that his letter was safely delivered. He dropped it into the box and rang the bell, intending in-tending to retreat a few steps across the road so as to be out of sight himself him-self while still keeping the window in view. A sudden movement of the shadow sha-dow stopped him. The colonel had caught the sound of the bell and had disappeared from the room with astonishing as-tonishing rapidity; one might almost have thought he had been waiting for the signal. Dick heard a quick, stealthy tread approach the door on the inside; the letter was snatched from the box in an instant, and when he looked at the window again there was the shadow once more In its former position, but with both hands raised, as if in the act of holding up a p oer to read. And now another step s heard coming toward to-ward the door; it was, no doubt, that of a servant answering the bell. The shadow figure hastily lowered its hands and the letter disappeared. The servant serv-ant at the same moment stopped suddenly sud-denly and went into the dining room; to which, no doubt, his master's voice had summoned him. The conversation which followed was Inaudible to Dick. Had it been otherwise, the colonel's labor la-bor would have been worse than lost, and of this story there might have been little or nothing to tell. Between understanding un-derstanding and misunderstanding, between be-tween the light within and the darkness without, there was but a pane'of glass; but it was enough, and Dick remained in the outer darkness. He was, for the present, satisfied. The colonel had read his note, and tomorrow would set all to rights. Alas for Dick! this hope was but a shadow too. The truth, which in this deceptive light cast so false an Image of itself, may be guessed from what was actually passing inside the house as he turned away to go home. "It was I who rang," the colonel was saying to his servant. The man apologized for mistaking between be-tween the two bells. "Go up to Madame de Montaut," continued con-tinued his master, "and tell her that Captain Estcourt is coming here in about half an hour. Ask whether she wishes to come to the drawing room, or would rather not be disturbed." The man took the message at once. When she heard it, Camilla's heart hardened. She was angered at the idea of Dick's callousness In coming so' soon to discuss the details of his treason, and what she had said to her brother-in-law she still meant very decidedly. She would not work in league with a traitor trait-or such as she supposed Estcourt to be. "Tell M. de Montaut," she replied to the servant, in her iciest tones, "that I prefer to be alone this evening. And remember yourself that from this moment mo-ment until we leave London I am not at home to any one." -"Very well, madame," said the man. And added, hesitatingly, "But If Captain Cap-tain Estcourt should ask for Madame Ma-dame ?" "L am not at. home to any one," she repeated, with deliberate emphasis. "And particularly not to Captain Estcourt." Est-court." He bowed, and returned to report to the colonel, who seemed, neither surprised sur-prised nor dissatisfied at hearing what Camilla's answer had been. "Very well," he said; "then I too am not at home to Captain Estcourt." Dick, in the meantime, was on his homeward way. The farther he went the more impatient he became for the night to be over and the present uncomfortable un-comfortable state of things ended. He went over this ground again and again, and longed for the explanation to be done with, that he might be free to forget for-get himself once more in the enjoyment enjoy-ment of her society. How long it seemed since they parted! What an age since their delightful meeting this morning! That absurd but annoying interview with old Wickerby had come between, and all this worry about the colonel's preposterous invitation. However, How-ever, by this time the colonel, at any rate, was undeceived. Probably he had accepted the rejection of his proposals in good part, and in spite of all would welcome Dick again as a friend- tomorrow to-morrow morning. To-morrow. Why not to-night? It was now some time, some considerable time, sslnce he had received and read the letter. Surely by this he had got over his disappointment, disappoint-ment, if he had really had any such feeling. Now was the oportune moment mo-ment for a visit. In the morning there would be the chance of going too early to see Camilla, or too late to find her in. To-night she was certain to be at home. This last reflection decided Dick. He left his rooms again, and walked quickly to Bedford. Square. He reached the doorstep flushed and breathless, and rang the bell. It was exactly half an hour, to the minute, since he. had turned away to go home after seeing the shadow on the blind. The servant appeared. "Is Madame de Montaut at home?" asked Dick, stepping forward to enter as he spoke. "Not at home, sir." "Colonel de Montaut, then?" said Dick. "Not at home, sir," repeated the man. In the same formal tone. "Thank you. I'll call to-morrow," stammered Dick, in utter astonishment. iii3 he tiuned ruecliAiiica'ly away. The footman nodded after him. and grinned maliciously. Then he closed the door and went to report to his master. mas-ter. M. de Montaut took out his watch. "Very good," he said; "don't forget again to-morrow . And then, as the man left the room, the colonel, too, Gmiled with secret satisfaction. 4Y fENRY M&WBQiJr "My poor friend," he murmured, gently; "my poor young friend does not know Captain Estcourt as well as I do. He says 'to-morrow;' I say, 'in half an hour,' and here he is again in twenty-nine twenty-nine minutes!" He rose and went to the table, took up his half-empty glass and raised it to the light. "As for a rebuff or two at the door," he continued, with the same noiseless laugh, "my poor young friend must not mind that. x We shall all meet again before long! Au revoir done!" And he tossed off the wine and went upstairs. That night Dick slept uneasily, and it was late In the morning when he awoke. However, by half-past ten he was again in Bedford Square, and rang the bell with n outward appearance of calmness, calm-ness, though his heart was beating fast within. The same footman came to the door. "Is Madame de Montaut in?" Dick asked. r "Not at home, sir." "Has she gone out this morning already?" al-ready?" "Madame de Montaut is not at home, sir," repeated the man, in the same invariable in-variable formula. Dick thought he detected Impertinence Imperti-nence in his voice, and flushed indignantly. indig-nantly. "What do you mean?" he said. "Those are my orders, sir." "Did you tell Madame de Montaut that I was Intending to call upon her?" Dick asked this in a still more peremptory peremp-tory tone. "Certainly, sir." "Well, and what did she say?" "She said that she was not at home." "Not at home to me?" said Dick, choking with rage at the man's growing grow-ing Insolence of manner. "Particularly not at home to you," replied the footman, calmly closing the door in his face. Dick stood for a moment petrified with anger and dismay; then with an effort he roused himself and walked steadily away, but with a terrible pain griping at his heart thj while. Not that he could yet believe any serious harm to have been done; his reason told him that Camilla was merely mistaken, and that it still needed but a few words from him to change her disappointment into sympathy; but his feelings were sharply hurt, and would not let him hear the voice of reason without Interruption. Inter-ruption. To the colonel, as distinguished from her, he did not give a thought. If he had done so, he would hardly have treated him with the same leniency; for he had been unable, from the first moment, to think It possible for him to be genuinely mistaken as to the duty of an English officer. A woman might be excused for not thinking of such considerations, con-siderations, but to a man, and especially especi-ally to a soldier, they should have appealed ap-pealed at once, and with unanswerable unanswer-able force. He decided that he must see Camilla at once. He would write a note begging beg-ging for an interview, insist on Its being be-ing delivered to her while he waited, and, if absolutely necessary, make his way to her presence In defiance of this Insolent servant. In twenty minutes after coming to this resolution he appeared ap-peared for the third time upon the doorstep door-step of the house In Bedford Square, with the note in his hand, and a look of determination upon his face. Thi3 time the door was open, and some men were carrying out heavy packages to a wagon that stood before the house; the cook was standing by, with arms akimbo, superintending the work. She was a stout person with a red, good-humored good-humored face, and she looked upon Dick with an eye of kindly commiseration, for she had heard In the servants' hall of his present turn of ill-fortune, and thought her mistress unaccountably hard upon so handsome and pleasant-spoken pleasant-spoken a gentleman. So she came out to the door, and bade him good afternoon with an affable smile. "If you're looking for madame or the colonel, sir," she said, "I'm afraid you've come too late." Dick's heart stood still. "Too later' he said, In a faltering voice. "Yes, sir; I'm afraid so.- They've been gone more than an hour." "Gone?" he echoed. "Where have they gone?" "Ah, sir, that's more than I know myself; and we's all had strict orders not to say, If we do happen to know." Dick's face fell so..-hopelessly at this that she was moved to pity him afresh. "I'm sure I'm sorry, sir; and I don't know what some folks mean by the way they go off of a sudden and never a word to their best friends. There's Albert, now " But seeing Dick frown impatiently she left the history of Albert's Al-bert's delinquency and returned to the subject at hand. "I may be doing wrong, sir," she said, "because I've my orders the same as the rest, but if I was you I'd turn over some o' them packages in the cart, and see where they're going to." Dick turned quickly round to the wagon, which was already half loaded. He examined package after package, but all were unlabeled. The men were coming out again with a fresh load, but that, too, had no direction upon it. In fact, as all the luggage was bound, no doubt, for one and the same destination. des-tination. It was unnecessary that it should be addressed. Still there was one person the driver of tlte wagon to whom the secret must have been confided, and Dick determined deter-mined to get it from him by bribery or force. He resolved to make an attempt at once, risking all on persuasion and the power of gold. He overtook the wagon and asked the driver to give him a lift for a mile or two. The man readily assented, and Dick was no sooner up beside him than the horses doubled their pace. He was a little lit-tle surprised at this, but he would have been much more so if he could have known that the wagoner had been holding hold-ing in his team all this time with the express object of taking him up, and would In a few minutes more have been driven to make the offer himself, if Dick had not come forward. . The colonel had foreseen that this man, who could alone give ariy clew to the direction of the De Montaats' flight, must sooner or later be run down and questioned by Dick, and he therefore there-fore used him as the surest agent for decoying the latter along the way he wished him to take. The man followed his Instructions well, and Dick found it impossible to get more out of him than an admission that he was going that day as far as Guildford. It was, at any rate, something some-thing to know this, and Dick resolved to go to Guildford too. With this object he patiently endured some time the joltings of the wagon, but when the coach passed he was grtad to stop it and secure a more comfortable comfort-able seat and a quicker journey for the remainder of the way. He Intended to lie in wait for the wagoner on his arrival ar-rival u Guildford, and. if necessary, to travel with him again on the following day. The coach stopped in front of the White Lion in Guildford High street. Dick dismounted and began to question ques-tion the hostler to find out if the De Montauts had r.8spd through or were staying In the town. He was unsuccessful unsuc-cessful in his inquiries, and was about to turn away disappointed, when he heard some one asking for him by name. He looked round and saw a man on horseback, with a small valise in front of him upon the saddle. 'Did I hear you Inquire for me?" he asked. "Captain Estcourt, sir?" said the man. touching his cap. "That's right." said Dick; "what Is It?" The man dismounted from his horse, which was covered with foam and dust. He lifted the valise down, and took a letter from the saddle bag. "That Is for you, sir," he said, and handed it to Dicjc who opened It in as leisurely a fashion as If he knew its contents already, and betrayed not a sign of the tempest of wonder and excitement ex-citement that was raging within him. (TO BE COXTIXUED.) AUNT ALICE'S NIECE. AU the Folks la the Car Wondered If She Got That ltallnon. A handsome young woman with a beautiful little girl of 4 years sat in a crowded street car. "You've got on mamma's dress, haven't you, Aunt Alice?" remarked the child. Aunt Alice flushed and called attention atten-tion to a balloon man on the corner. "Yes, the last time mamma wore that dress down town she bought me a balloon. Will you buy me one, Aunt Alice?" "Yes, if you'll be good." "Oh, I'll be good. Do you like mamma's hat? It makes you look awful aw-ful pretty. Aunt Alice." "There, be a good girl. See that woman out there with a little girl." There was a period of silence and Aunt Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Then the child Inquired: "Did mamma say you could wear her pin, Aunt Alice? She wouldn't let me wear it, 'cause she was afraid I would lose it." "Yes, of course. Do be quiet, Nellie." "Will you buy me a balloon then?" "Yes." "And can I carry it?" "Yes." "All right; then take mamma's parasol. par-asol. I don't want to carry it any longer, 'cause I couldn't carry it and a balloon too. Haven't you got any dresa of your own, Aunt Alice?" Aunt Alice yanked the little girl out' of the car by the arm, and the chances are that she got no balloon. TOM MOORE'S SWEETHEAR She Lies Buried in s Nameless Grave la Greenwood Cemetery. - ' Only those who are thoroughly con-, versant with the innumerable highways high-ways and byways of Greenwood Cemetery Ceme-tery in Brooklyn know of a section called "The Hill of Graves." The section sec-tion derives its name from the fact that nearly 40,000 unfortunates are buried there in rows of fifty. One would never think of looking for a spot of interest in that locality. To find any particular grave in this public burying ground one needs the aid of a cemetery guide. And even such a guide has difficulty, dif-ficulty, since the graves are known only by numbers. Upon looking at the records rec-ords of the cemetery it was found that the special grave desired in this instance in-stance was in public lot No. 8,999, and that the number of the mound was 805. When the grave was found it was not unlike the thousands around it. The mound was sunken and neglected; the grass, once green upon it, is long since dead. A small white marble stone stands at the head, upon which is inscribed: in-scribed: "Mother and Grandmother." Nothing is there to indicate the fact that underneath that sunken mound 1 : nii V I vv.nfnl nf V,in n lf 111 Ifarif 1 1 t'S ttll I II (1 L 13 1A1LI1 LCll Ul UCOUU1U1 4X0.1J Duff, to whom the poet Thomas Moore offered his hand and heart, whtse beauty he immortalized in his verse, and who, in the maturity of her career, ca-reer, won the applause of thousands upon thousands of people whom her name attracted to all the great theaters of Europe and America, as one of the most gifted of actresses. Cupid's Ballets. There are many reasons for a man's marrying, but that which caused John (Boss) Walters to embark in marriod life is perheps most out of the ordinary. ordi-nary. Walters went home recently feeling good, and chancing to meet a girl in his doorway, the idea struck him that she would njake a good mark for him to practice on with his revolver.. He didn't wait to consider, but at once got out his gun .and began shooting. Naturally, he was arrested and taken before Judge Gregg. He then tried every way to induce the girl not to prosecute him, but they all failed, and she swore that she would have him Indicted In-dicted and sent to the pen for his little trick. Through a mutual friend, however, how-ever, the lassie conveyed the information informa-tion to him that she would cease to prosecute if he would marry her. John, was not anxious to marry, but there was no choice, and they were pronounced pro-nounced man and wife. Ex. Women's Work In England. A political salon will reappear under the Salisbury regime. The Duchess of Devonshire will resume her entertainments entertain-ments during the short period after parliament opens, and Lady Salisbury, the Duchess of Portland and Mrs. Chamberlain, all notable society powers, pow-ers, will give receptions. Evidence of the growth of woman's work In the political po-litical field was given, at a recent London Lon-don meeting of the Primrose League, when special honors for canvassing were conferred on the Countess of Lathom, the Countess of Ancaster, the Countess of Crawford, the Countess of Selkirk, Lady Hardman, Lady Knight-Ley Knight-Ley of Fausley, Lady Colchester, Lady McPherson, Lady Grant and others. A Valuable Counterfeit. "Sometimes," says a Philadelphia barkeeper, "a bad coin is a very good thing to have. We had a brass 10-cent piece here for two years that was worth $1 a week to the bar. I knew the man from whom it was taken, and, of course, gave it back in change. He was a good customer before, but much better afterward. after-ward. Ten times a week he would come in and either give me that brass coin or get It given to him. One day the proprietor looked through the drawer, and, finding the bogus coin, threw It away. When I told him that It was worth $50 a year to the house he kicked himself. We not only lost the coin, but the customer as well. He felt hurt because I couldn't give him our pet piece." . Milesian Blood In His Veins. A French provincial mayor recently issued the following startling nouncement in connection with the national na-tional fete: "In case the weather should be unfavorable the 14th of July will be postponed until the following Sunday." In water in which decaying vegetables vegeta-bles have been infused the microscope discovers creatures so minute that ten thousand of them would not exceed In bulk a grain of mustard, |