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Show I unclosed and he bent to catch the at her lips were struggling words to form. "I don't mind, John because yor She hesitated. came. Oh, Ruth, he began In an agonized voire half Intending to tell her all. A faint smile crossed her face and she interrupted. "I always knew you would come, John, for. you promised, but it has been so long. The man was completely unnerved. He could not let her die without one kind word this girl who had fouhd the ears so long. He had promised nothing at parting more than a boys thoughtless Ill come back. Her "Ruth." he said unsteadily. eyes opened again very slowly. Looking into those eyes, all words failed him, and, stooping, he kissed Jim Peebles Is s foolish cuss, ha don't know nuthin much; He don't know where the Poles bans out ' nor where abide the Dutch. He scarcely knows enough to get unhurt acrost the street, An when a feller has him down he dont know when hes beat. He gets slammed back at every turn, he has tarnation lurk An less hard sense than any man that I hate ever struck, But Ignorance Is bliss with Jim, unhindered by defeat. He's bound to get along because he don't know when hes beat. Philadelphia Bulletin. her brow. Later they found him there In the starlight, with the dead girl In his arms. He was Wondering if she knew all. HAD GOOD TIME OCCASIONALLY. (Copyright, 1906, by Dally Story Tub, Co.) Rand made bis last change of cars and boarded the single passenger coach on the absurd little train. It was & branch road running out into the country, a road managed by a few rustic officials who ran their trains with a fine disregard of schedule, and would gladly slow down to exchange Items of local gossip with a farmer at a crossing. It was, nevertheless, the home road and Rand had not come borne since he had gone away to the city ten years before, a lad of seventeen. He recognized the old brakeman and the conductor, but they eyed him as a stranger. It was small wonder. Ten years had dealt kindly with the big. t whose green crocheted coat one scarcely saw because his face was so sincere and The conductor of the little strong. train beheld now a successful business man, a city fellow," yet one. If he had looked more closely, whose eyes were still frank and true. Rand did not make himself known to them. He caught himself wishing that they had known him, but was aware at the same time that be was unreasonable to expect It To them the years had no doubt seemed longer than to him. He had worked hard not pausing to observe the flight of time. And since he had met Helen, how short the months had been, sweet little Helen who was soon to be his wife. There were only a few other passengers In the car. Rand scrutinized each one Imagining that he might find In them some old friends of his youth. A few seats ahead of him sat a young woman to whom hla eyes reseveral times. verted questlonlngly There was something about the wave of her black hair or the low coll of It against her neck that haunted him with a vague familiarity- - Once she turned a littlo and he caught a glimpse of her cheek. Ruth Hayes! The name unthought of for so many years flashed Into his mind. Ruth, the playmate of pretty little tom-bothose early days! But was this surely Ruth? Suddenly .she rose to put tome package Into the rack overhead and In so doing faced him squarely. Her eyes met fcih for a second uncer-ipjnl- y and then a smile of happy recognition lighted her face. She extended her hand. Rand hastened to grasp it with many assurances of delight at his good fortune. The girl was silent at first, but her glad eyes welcomed, him. They sat down together, and soon fell to recalling old times. One recollection led to another In swift succession. Did he remember the Sunday school picnic when they ate so much Ice cream, or would they ever forget the time It poured so on the straw ride to Weavers Valley? Ruth, he soon noticed, could supply many little details that he hal forgotten, things even that he had Said or what he had worn on some particular occasion. She recounted joyously many He became of their old escapades. silent listening and studying her. Her face had lost some of its old mirthfulness; it was very sweet, but just a little sad. Her voice was low and clumsy 'tie and boy her. He hastened to change the subject. "Youve been away on a visit? he asked. Yes, she said simply, and I Intended to stay until Thursday, but something seemed to tell me I must come It was a premonition, dont you think? and she smiled into his eyes. Rand's embarrassment increased. He glanced out of the window nervously wishing the ride was at an end. Could it be possible that she had been remembering him, caring for him all these years? Why did you not write? she conYou stopped tinued after a pause. writing before you had been gone a year. I wanted to hear so much, and you promised. Rand offered some confused explanation, and racked his brains for a safe topic of conversation. Never had he been placed In so trying a position. Here was a woman who had obviously cherished his memory for to-da- wTj of Millionaire Had Been Wasting Sympathy. "The Pittsburg millionaire at the Waldorf" has become the official goat In New York for all stories of the gay old sport variety. Here is the latest tale: At the Waldorf they are telling of a Pittsburg millionaire who is over 70, and the way he fooled his Bon and nephew on a recent visit to the city of the great white way. The two young men dined with father every evening and then watched him take the elevator to his quarters. Too bad father has to go to bed every evening at 9, said the son. Wonder if he goes to sleep right away, or If hed like us to stay and talk to him? Lets go up and see, safd the nephew, feeling the full grip of compassion. They found his shoes outside the door waiting for'the coming of the bootblack, and there was no light In the transom. Poor old man, he does not have a very good time over here, they chorused. They went out Into the night in a cab and toward midnight turned Into one of the gilded mirrored lobster places. When they were finally seated about a table and had given the waiter his order they looked about the room. The first Individual to meet their astonished gaze was father, in full evening dress, pouring champagne into a glass which was held by an actress. How about the shoes in front of your door? they asked him afterward. It's a pity a man of my age and money Cant have two pairs of shoes, my children, he said with a wink. Those were my old shoes. Relatives FAITHFUL TO English Shire Is Rich in Memories y he said, unsteadily. Ruth, ten years and expected that he had done the same for her. How foolish he thought her to cling to those childish promises. A business man had no time for writing letters to playmates of his boyhood. Helen, he thought, would not betray herself like this. Yet there seemed to be nothing coarse about Ruths betrayal; she was very very sweet. The windows of the train were open and the evening air blew in laden with the old familiar fragrance of the hayflelds. The sun had just set behind the hills that he knew so well. How beautiful it was. and he had been away bo long. Ruth turned to him again from the peaceful scene and there were tears on her lashes. "Your native hills and meadows have missed you, John. We have all missed you so. Rand could not meet the beautiful light of her eyes. A hot flush swept over his face. He must stop her, must tell her of Helen and go clear. away at once. She laid a hand gent"It was you, she was saying, "who ly on his arm. there by moonlight suggested going "You know, John, she whispered, "you are very, very welcome home. Rand's agony at the girls tone and gesture was annihilated by a thunderous crash. Darkness came upon them with the shivering of glass, the The cracking of strained timbers. long shiftlessness In the management of the road had borne fruit in a fearful collision. Rand lay stunned for a few seconds and then by powerful wrenchings freed himself from the debris. He stood dazed as a realization of the disaster forced itself upon his numbed senses, Ruth, he cried, "Ruth, where are Frantically he tugged at the you? splintering beams. A few men had rushed to the wreck and were attempting to rescue the passengers. The mass had taken fire from the engines and the men bent every energy to outstrip the flames. Rand worked alone at that end of the car near which they had been sitting. From time to time he called Ruths name and once he thought a faint cry anRecounted joyously many of their old swered him. He bent down and peeri ed into the wreck in the fading twiescapade. You said that the moonpath across light The word came to him John. the water was' the most beautiful audible as he stooped. She scarcely world. the in thing Did I say that? he laughed. "How was held beneath a beam that it took his mightiest effort to remove. He could you ever remember? "How could I ever forget? she cor- raised her tenderly and carried her rected and her voice was low with to the little grassy bank beside the tracks. Very gently he held her with a little tremor In it. Rand became suddenly uncomfort- great bitterness In his heart for he He was sorry that she had knew that she was dying and that able. sot forgotten, and wished that old she had given him a love which hs dId act seep' sc important to could not return. At last her eyes woith livin In, this world Is, Where the flowets bud and bloom. Where the fireflies are dartin Dtawln' pictures on the gloom; Every day's worth havin' lived for. And, in love, one's hopes and fears. For one little, ticklin' minute , Aie plumb worth a million years! Beckfords splendid estate suffered Every English snire has Its literary There less than he fearefi it would when a atmospheres. millionaire without sympathy for art may not be a name of unique as there is in Warwickshire, or or landscape gardening purchased it the Wordsworth country, or Tenny- The cloth mill has disappeared from sons Lincolnshire and Isle of Wight, the lake; the grandiose gateway of or Kingsleys North Devon, or tie land Inigo Jones has been restored; a new of Lorna Doone; yet the serene radi- Fonthill abbey,' In the form of a ance of a galaxy of minor lights will Scotch castle, fias been built on high not be lacking. Wiltshire has been for ground for Sir Michael generations the birthplace and refuge and surrounded with beautiful lawns of poets, philosophers and men of let- and sumptuous gardens, and the remters. Sir Philip Sidney wrote a por- nant of Fonthill Splendens has been tion of his Arcadia in the beautiful converted into an Italian mansion grounds of Wilton house, the splendid home of the Herberts, where Shakespeare and a Company of strolling players were to follow him in entertaining royalty; and illustrations for the work are now shown on the walls, and privileged visitors are allowed to see his favorite tree in the garden and a lock of hair which Queen Elizabeth sent to him. Addison was born near Stonehenge; George Herbert wrote his best hymns in the rectory of Berner-tochurch, near Salisbury; Crabbes grave was dug at Trowbridge, where he had enjoyed a jolly old age; Coleridge sought release In th chalk downs from the bondage of opium; Dryden, Thomson and Wordsworth were frequent visitors in the shire, and Thomas Moore found a snug retreat In a cottage near Bowood, and was buried there. traditions and -- I It Was His Name. "Hello Well, what do you want? Havent you ever talked over a teleThe hotel clerk was phone before? In the telephone booth, says the Louisville Courier-Journa"Hello hello well, have you found out who you want? That's better. l. "Whats that name again? J. Hominy what? WTell, who Spell It again. J. Hominy E. Frogeye. Well, what ou think of that. Are you sure that's correct? do "All right, I'll see If I can find him. What do you think that fellow wants? He asked me if a man named J. Hominy E. Frogeye is stopping here. Thats my name, meekly remarked a young man who stood at the desk. After the owner of the exceptional name had concluded his conversation, the clerk recovered sufficiently to ring for a glass of water. Removing Temptation. Deacons Smith and Jones, two pillars of the church, were working in the hayfield on a Virginia farm. Suddenly Deacon Smith called out excitedly; What dis ah dun foun in dis hay - staok? Look ter me lack er jug eh licker, Deacon Jones responded, bis eyes rol lng. Both deacons pondered, and presently Deacon Smith said, gravely: Bro Jones, don you low w better drink up dis hvah, les some pp weak brndder fin hit fall by da way-side- ? Chicago American. ll School for Women Chemists. A school for women chemists has been opened at Dessau. Germany. Graduates can eat n from $1(1 to $ 48 a month. Small BoyUnwilting to Concede Any Man Greater. Now, Johnny, said the teacher as she fastened hereyes on & redheaded boy of 10, I told you the other day to find out all about George Washington you could. What can you tell me to-da- Nuthin, maam, was the reply. But you know that he was a great maam. Dont you know that he led our armies to victory? No, maam. "Or that he v&i our first Presl-den- t? "No, maam. Is it possible! Why, Johnny, I am n Among the Downs, The great Chatham lived near old Sarmn; Lord Clarendon, born not far away, at Dinton, wrote his history near by at Hatch house beyond Font-hilthe earlier chronicler, William of Malmesbury, was trained in a Wiltshire monastery, and Thomas Hobbes wjs born, among the Marlborough Sir Walter Raleigh had downs. strange adventures on the southern border near Shebourne; the judicious Hooker compiled his 'laborious work in a rectory net far from Salisbury; Izaak Wralton fished In the chalk streams; Henry Fielding ran through l; 1 I i And o nights a baby watchln Kor your cornin down the street. And the yellow curls And the awkward legs an feet. And the glad mouth held for kisses and half Half Makes life's wee span mighty sappy, Makes the livin' well worth while. J. M. Lewis, In Houston Post HERO Shaw-Stewa- r ... ' map' Vv ' t 1 l, OWN No, (Special Correspondence.) r-(n- And the hug of one wee baby, When it s rbaehln up to climb To our bosom Just to love you Worth ten million years o time; And its kisses at the nighttime. When youre crooning It to sleep. Each ones worth a batch of age That 'ud make a mighty heap. HIS man? Worth While. Lord, It seems but short, our llfatlme; Just a breath and we're away; Looking backward down our pathways We were boys just yesterday. And well be old folks, And, day after that, well pass; As the thistledown the wind blows Or the mist upon the glass. Its vmrr 'mzr'iam - a small estate and a large pack of hounds near Mere; Arnold of Rugby went to school at Warminster; Dr. Priestley worked out his scientific experiments at Colne, and Sydney Smith kept the table in a roar when he stayed at the country houses. Nor should the antiquaries be forgotten. Wiltshire has bred many of Them, Aubrey, Cunningham, Britton and Tan- ner among them, and Gen. Pitt-River- s museum on the Dorset border offers adequate proof that primitive art has not lost its fascinations for thoughtful minds. Not even Wilton house, with its traditions of princely patronage of art and literature, and its splendid Van Dycks and Pembroke marbles, could ever have rivalled the Fonthill treasures and expenditures. Two millionaires, father and son, had a passion for collecting books, paintings and sculpture, and each built a palace and stocked it with works of art. The elder Beckford, inheriting a vast West India fortune, and earning the friendship of Chatham and great popularity among the London merchants, gave the most brilliant fetes which had ever been known in Wiltshire. Beckfords Famous Abbey. The younger Beckford, wliose coming of age had been celebrated with bonfires on the hills and fetes with thousands of lamps, saved a remnant of his mismanaged fortune by selling Fonthill to a millionaire, and on the high ground behind Bath he built another tower from which he could look over the Somerset hills and the Wiltshire down, and see with a glass his famous abbey. The treasure house was emptied by a series of auction 'sales, and the pictures, marbles 'bronzes and porcelains were scattered. The high tower fell and destroyed the abbey with the exception of a single wing, so that the learned recluse with his telescope could no longer see his former home. A mill was constructed on the border of the lake, and the es tate, with Its high wall seven miles in circuit, was divided into two sections The greater part of the elder Beck fords Fonthill Splendens had already been burned, with a series of and many works of art; and the splendid park, with its outlying terraces of woodland, its stately gateway, its subterranean labyrinth and its costly driveways, seemed destined to ruinous neglect. Ho-gart- with a high tower and filled with art treasures by Mrs. Morrison. Many of the Beckford drives have been retained and improved, and the landscape setting of both houses is most beautiful, one being approached by glades with silver firs and the other having an outlook upon a picturesque lake with a background of wooded hills. Little of Old Abbey Remains. Of Beckfords own abbey a single wing remains, with a small tower and a fine hall furnished in oak, and his hermit cave lighted by openings in the The woodland can still be entered. two estates have been steadily Improved by their wealthy owners and can hardly be rivaled in Wiltshire for variety of scenery, magnificent cedars, firs, oaks and beeches, broad prospects jand picturesque terraces. The spirit of virtuoso collecting, to which Beckford sacrificed his immense West Indian fortune, still dominates the park, for Fonthill house is renowned for the Morrison collections of armor, enamels, porcelains, marbles, paintings and. laces. Many of Beckfords own treasures are In his fathers reconstructed mansion, and so rich, varied and interesting are the collections that Hazlitts description of the original Fonthill abbey seems cold A desert of magnifiand prejudiced: cence, a glittering waste of laborious idleness, a cathedral turned into a toy shop, an immense museum of all that is curious and costly and at the same time most worthless, In the production of art "and nature. The Wiltshire downs, like the chalks and clays of Dorsetshire, are included In Mr. Hardys Wessex and both Salisbury and Stonehenge have been described by him In detail. Rudyard Kipling is a frequent visitor, for his father lives two miles from the Fonthill estates in a comfortable gabled house on the road to Tisbury. More distinctively a Wiltshire man of letters than either Mr. Hardy or so casual a visitor as Rudyard Kipling is Maurice Hewlett. Born in Kent and a Londoner while he was In the civil service, he bought a few years ago an Said youd keep talking at me till I owned up that Washington was a . bigger man than St. Patrick. ashamed of you! Didnt you try to find out anything? I asked father. And didnt he know? "He knew lots, but he told me to look out for you. How look out. Look out that you didnt keep talking at me till I owned up that Washington was a bigger man than St. Patrick, and so Im not saying a word. ' x Not Quit; Ready for Grave. at Leutschau, Hungary, named Joseph Schwartz, alarmed his family recently by coming suddenly to life after he had been laid out for burial. Schwartz found himself lying In an open coffin, surrounded by six lighted candles and a quantity of flowers. His children were Singing funeral hymns In the next room. The first thing Schwartz did after climbing out of his coffin was to extinguish the candles, because, as be afterwards explained, it seemed to him such a terrible waste. Heathen en- tered the dining room, where his wife and family were, still wearing his shroud, and frightened them into hysterics. It afterwards transpired that Schwrartz, who suffered from a painful malady, had been given an overdose of morphia by a local doctor. He fell into comatose state, and when this had lasted twenty-fou- r hours his family concluded that he was dead, and made preparations for the funeral without calling the doctor again. An Innkeeper . Takes to Tusks. One of the oddest of royal hobbles Is that followed by Queea Maud of Denmark, who for years has made ivory her hobby. Not only has she a fine collection of carved ivory statues and other art objects, but she collects ivory in the tusk as well and has a large collection of trophies of the elephant chase, many of which were sent to her by 'her brother, the present Prince of Wales, who will doubtless add to the Collection during his trip through India. Most of these are supplied with tiny gold plates, telling where and under what circumstances the animal from which the tusk was taken was killed, and this bald data are supplemented by written descriptions which have been published la book form by their queenly collector under the title of Tales of My Tusks. , Sound Sleepers All. Rare slumberer are the Turks, deIn the villages, at clares a writer. any rate, they will drop into the land of dreams on the .slightest pretext and at the shortest notice. This habit has advantages; one being that the Turk does not at all mind being awakened in the dead of night, for the simple reason that he can go to sleep again the instant he wishes. When staying in very limited quarters I have often beard a member of the family get up, and after searching about among his sleeping companions, thoroughly arouse them all to ask where his tobacco was, or upon some equally slight excise. Origin of Letter rectory in Broad Chalk, about eight miles from Salisbury, and as many from Fonthill. It was in a dilapidated condition and had been converted into a farmhouse, but It has been a labor of love for him to restore and to beautify It and Mrs. Hewletti has filled it with antique furniture collected up and down the English shires. The little chalk stream which flows behind the house has been walled in and bridged and a series of Italian gardens have been laid out with original taste and fine feeling. It is one of the most characteristic of the literary homes of England. His face always brightens when he speaks of it and, with a taste for gardening as strong as Dean Holes love of roses, he is always happiest when he is strolling from one corner to another and planning changes which will make the gardens a little less like prosaic England and a little more like a swnny bit of Italy. 8. &y old the history of the letThe ancient Egyptian word for goose is se, and when these people wished to describe ,a goose in writing they drew a rough picture of the bird. It is not difficult when we see ths rough picture to guess the origin f our hissing consonant Do you know ter S? Poorly Paid Men of Law. There are 10,982 advocates, solicitors a 'id procurators in Italy, whose gross i comes, according to the income tax eturns, amount to $3,462,615, wh'ch ines an average income of about SGI 5. Of these legal men, five profess ti have an income of $6,000, eight 15 000, sixteen of $4,0'0, seventy of . 'Jicl-- s as under $2,000 and 1 508 -- - $200. ' r- t |