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Show 1 AMERICAN FORK, UTAH, SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1897. VOL. IV. AN ORPHAN GIRL. (By Amy Randolph.) R. FOLLIOTT had Just finished his dinner. Air. Folliott was a very rich man. and his rook had once been a pupil of the great Soyer, ho that the meal, although unostentatious In every respect. was of the best and choicest. The asparagus soup, a delicate young baked shad, roast ham with champagne sauce, a salad, toffee, sweets all these things Mr. Folliott enjoyed because, in their way, they were perfect. And he was Just culling out a few monster strawberries from among their green leaves when a footstep sounded on the veranda. He looked quickly up. A tall child of 13 stood there, her face flushed, her hair disheveled and her thick boots powdered over with the fine dust of the roads. "1 am so hungry," burst involuntarily from her lips. "Can't I hare one of those cakes? Mr. Folliott frowned and shook his head. You sweet one, you are tbs very picture of your papa!" So Mrs, John Folliott, greatly re- joicing. returned to the brown-ston- e house in New York, whose rent was unpaid, and to the daughters, whose expensive dresses were yet written up on the wrong side of Mile. Surlltora books. Its positively providential. said A thousand dollars a Mrs. Folliott year clearly added to our income!" "But there Is that great awkward child to bring up, snid Madalena Folliott, a handsome brunette, who had just made her debut in society. Oh. that does not signify, said the serene matron. "Her cost will be absolutely nothing. And so, lu the course of a few weeks, Oracle Rellalre found herself settling down to the position of ladys maid to the Ihrcc Missea Folliott, She sewed the buttons on Mudalena's boots, she ran out on 'rainy days, when the very chambermaid objected on account of the weather, to match shadea of worsted and filoselle for Allcette, the second daughter; she washed Florences poo-dfor her, and wept many & tear of bitter mortification the while. And by degrees her shoes grew worn and instj, her healthy young growth outstripped the limits of her coarse serge gowns, her bonnet and mantle became so shabby that she could not go out except under cover of the friendly dusk. Once, driven to desperat ion, she wore Florences white chapeau and soft seal Jacket. Rut she never repeated the experiment, for Mrs. Folliott met her on the stains and flashed the light of her great, black eyes upon her in a manner that was truly appalling. "If ever you presume to do such a thing again. said she, in a low voice of concentrated wrath, you shall be shut up ou bread and water for a month! Rut I have nothing to wear!" plead'e "If you are a beggar, he said, "you had better go around to the back door. Mrs. Hanford will give you something, I dare say. The child blushed deeply and drew herself up with something of unconscious dignity. "Im not a beggar." she said. "Cant a girl bo hungry without being a beggar? I have come here to look for Paul Folliott." "Thats my name, said the old gentleman, a little suspiciously. "Then," she said, composedly, "I have come here to be your little girl. I am Grade Rellalre. My papa was ed Grace. Colonel Bruce Rellalre, and when he "Your clothes are good enough, lied he said that yon would take rare said Mrs. Folliott, sharply. There Is of me. Here are his letters. And, now, nothing so sinful as vanity. But when 1 go to school please, let them give me something to began eat the way in which this Grace Rellalre came to the house of her father's distant kinsman, Paul Folliott. She was a pretty child, when the dust was washed out of her dimples and the ahinlng brown curls were brushed into something like shape. She had Bruce Bellalres large, dreamy eyee and exquisite Greek profile, and Mr. Folliott, even while he experienced a And was "OH! TAKE ME AWAY!" thrill of consternation at this new charge felt his heart warm toward :her. Grace. "You are not going to school," said Mrs. Folliott. It is your business to atay here and help Jane with the china and silver and make yourself useful. You are not a young lady, like Miss Allcette and Alias Florence you are only a working girl. Child though she was. Grade comprehended the Injustice of all this. Kind old Mr. Folliott hadnt meant this when he gave her over Into Mrs. John Folliott's change. He most have forgotten to send the money, Grace thought, or she never would have been treated thus. "Its a shame, said honest Bridget, the cook. "The child ought to have exercise at least. "Sure, if she was the rat they couldn't take less notice of her, Bald North, the waitress. "And just look at the clothes of her, said Fannie, the smart chambermaid. "She's kept me awake with her cough for two nights, said Bridget, and all the paregoric 1 give her dont loose it up a bit. For Mrs. Folliott, under an extra pressure of company, had ordered Grace to sleep with Bridget for a night or two, and when the company was gone nothing had been said about her resuming her little room again. "The girls. need it to keep their summer dresses in, said Mrs. Folliott And Grace Is Just as well off with Bridget. "They wouldn't care if she coughed herself out of the world entirely, said Norah. Worse luck to 'em." said Fannie. But nobody ever yet ground down the orrban and the fatherless without there was a Judgment on em for It ' Air. Folliott all this time was beginning to be a little uneasy. His elegant city relative wrote at stated Intervals, but her communications were eminently unsatisfactory. "I should like to see the child, he said within himself. "And last night I dreamed that Bruce Bellalre came to me. just as lie used to look, and asked me what I had done with his one ewe lamb. I don't believe in supernatural warnings. I never had any faith in signs and omens. But I believe 1 will go down to New York and see If Bel-lai- re My dear, said he. you are a nice little girl, but what can I do with you?" I could atay here and play, couldn't I?" said Grade, Innocently. But there is something else in the world for little girls to do besides playing," said Mr. Folliott and so he took counsel with good Mrs. Hanford, his housekeeper. "Dear heart, sir." said that kindly peraonage, it seems to me plain enough. Why don't yoti send her to Airs, John Folliott? Don't you remember last summer, when she was here and you helped her out with the debts that troubled her so badly, she declared she would do anything In the world to And shes got show her gratitude? daughters of her own. hasn't she? Who 1m there In all the world that could bring Alias Grade tin better than she?" Mrs. Hanford, you are a genius said Air. Folliott. Why on earth Grade Is well. And so. late one snowy December didn't I think of that myself? Airs. John' Folliott came to the night, there rame a tremendoua peal Grange at once a portly, smiling ma- at the doorbell of Mrs. John Folliott's mansion. That lady was absent at a tron. fashionable reception with her three she enthusias"The darling," cried, Norah and Fannie had gone who looked daughters. Grade, embracing tically rather awed at the sight of so much t) visit a friend In a neighboring splendor, "I shall love her as dearly as kitchen, and Bridget, half asleep, if she were my own! Poor, dear Cousin stumbled to the front door and opened Bruce! Hour well I remember him! It. "Mias Grace. Is it? she stammered "Sure, If yesll step in the parlay Ill end her up to you. Up! repeated the keen old gentleman; "where is she? In the kitchen, sir," confessed Bridget. "I will go where she Is, said Mr. Folliott "Take me to her at once." Poor little Grade sat before the kitchen fire, the meekest and palest ot an unconsciously in Ciuderellas, attitude. Her dress was worn and faded, her hhlr brushed back In a plain plait, her cheek transparently pale, and there was an expression In her eyes, as they looked Into the red embers, that made Mr. Folliotts heart ache. I've not come any too soon, he thought, and '.hen he said aloud: "Grade! Little Grade! With a midden cry she sprang to her feet and run sobbing Into his arms. Oh. lake me away! uhe exclaimed. "Oh, 1 am so miserable here! The old man looked at her, with tears in his eyes. I have made a mistake. Grade, said he. "No man ran do his duty by proxy. I should have kept you myself. Never inluil, little one, henceforward you Bhall be all my own. lbs turned to Bridget. "Fack her clothes. said he, and loss no time. Are you going to Bridget stared. take her away, sir? said she. Air. Folliott nodded. And Its glad of it I am, said the honest girl, "for though its weariful lonesome I shall be without her. Its no place for a gentleman'! daughter, la this owlil kitchen. No more It ain't!" And when Mrs. Folliott and her daughters returned, tired and cross, at 2 oclock in the morning, there was no patient Grade to do the duties of a ladys maid to them. And a note from their rich relative on the tall table explained the phenomenon. Mrs. Folliott grew pale as she read tho curt words in which Cousin Panl expressed his meaning. We shall never hare a. cent from him again as long as we live. said she. But Grade, secure In his parental love, was happy, and when she looked hack over those New Yrlr aays they seemed like nothing but a troubled dream. From which she had awakened, thank heaven! New York Ledger. SERPENTS FOR TOYS. EXTRAORDINARY SNAKE-PROO- MAN WHO IS F. Silos Kngg Toys With All tho Most Them lilts Venomous Serpents, Him, nnd Doesn't Penr Them Heroine lie Is Impertlnus to Their I'oImiu. they will, bnt he handles them as carefully ae though they were glass and he was afraid of breaking them. In the autumn he turns them loose among the rocks of Illinois, and he says they always come bark In the spring. In bis deal box he carries a rattlesnake. which appears to be a specimen of C rota lug confluentus; three or four copperheads of various ales, which are readily recognisable as Anclstrodou contort rlx; a otherwise known as the highland moccasin and to oplilologists as Anclstruilon atrofuscus, and equally dreaded under either nume; several Aneistrodon plsrl-vurwater the blh of every one of which is ordinarily considered fatal. say that the puffing adder, or Ileterodon pored, Sugg has platyrhinus. Is harmless. une in his box. I says that cats and chickens din when Titten by the puffing adder, hut the puffing adder doesnt hurt him. All of these snaes are allowed to strike Sugg at every performance he gives. They are performances, though he jiennits no admission fee and refuses to travel with any circus, slda He really show or dime museum. seems to he Just a big. awkward, stupid man with a good rough eloquence and a sincere belief In his mission to preach. Of coirse, he neither drinks nor smokes and has all the minor virtues that make up the backwoods church inrmlier. ot five-fo- name IS droc-pin- ed NO. 34. Is Silas and he Sugg, He Is looks It. , neither pretty nor has be great wis- dom, lint he can cut loose an serniou that will take the bark off. and he can handle venomous s n a k es as no other man off-ha- nd on earth can do It. He doesn't care what sort of a snake It is coperheud. cottonmouth, moccasin, sand rattler or side wlndeV he will pick him up as If poisonous snakes were as mythical as unicorns. He Is a homely old farmer who knows the trade of silversmith and has got religion. His immunity from death by snake of bite, be says, is tho miracle-toke- n the genuineness of his mission from the Almighty. When Silas Sugg pluugos his bare arm Into a writhing, wrigglng, hissing mass of rattlesnakes, copperheads, cottonmouths, moccasins and puffing adders and draws them out again with a copperhead hanging by his fangs to his thumb, a cottonmouth .with his fangs so deeply fixed In Sugg's wrist where the veins are largest and bluest that the blood comes, and I he broken-of- f poison teeth of a rattler atill In his flesh, the ordinary inan or woman to believe In miracles and Silas s Sugg. Of course all the smart people wjll tell you that the poison glands hhve been removed from Silas Suggs reptiles and that they are harmless therefore as garter snake. For doubters of this sort Silas iierforms some experiments. He disengages whatever snake happens to h Idling him atJJhi. Jim and lets It Idle a' cat nr doff or fowL The snakes that do Sugg no harm in- - ot nioci-asin- ns. Ophlo-logis- ts Ill-te- n. Teil.lle'a Ail vie. The Rlakes hare a summer home In Willoughby, to which they have Just returned, after a residence of six months In the city. One of the first callers after the family had got aettled was the minister. While the good man was Inquiring after the health of each member of the family, expressing hla pleasure at (heir return and explaining how the affairs of the church were going. little Teddle, who celebrated his third birthday, and who, during tbeli stay In tho city, must have met somebody who was addicted to the use ol and apparslang, stood ently drinking In every word that was said. Having finlahed a genera review of, affairs concerning hie church be minister started to tell about a book that he had Just finished, when Teddle open-mouth- ed -- AGREEABLY DISAPPOINTED. He Thought Mis Was Begging hot Shs Merely Wautsd ths Mustard. One of the richest men living, whose immense wealth makes him a target for poor people, has recently been in Paris and the way in which he repelled on of the applicants for his generosity is related like this, says the Pittsburg Dispatch: On the opposite side of the hotel table sat a woman who had once been rich. Monsieur, you Englishmen are so chivalrous so ready to assist those lu distress. Yes," said the man of wealth, hesitating. lie hnd heard that before and thought be knew what wna coming next. Would you, with your usual generosity, do me a favor and a great kindness? Yes. madam that is. It depend somewhat Think well, monsieur, before you promise, for it is a great kindness. It was the same old plea that he hat heard many times liefore from people who wanted a loan. I am afraid, madam, that I shall THE WIZARD OF THE SNAKES. have to but wbat it Is you wish? Only that you would be kind enough, monsieur, to pass me the mus- variably kill the animals they strike. suddenly Interrupted him by gravely tard. You have everything on your The other afternoon. In the midst of saying: Oh. go hire a hall! an exhortation to the ungodly to cum side of the table. It is understood that even now the Ip and lie saved, Silas Sugg snatched a rooster from a near by fence and held worthy minister Ib sometimes jMssesaed Jlandlcapulng Father Time, it up before one of his copperheads. It of troublesome doubts concerning tho Stranger You say I can start here from Macon Wednesday and get to New took Just seventeen minutes for the Rlakes. Cleveland I .ruder. Orleans on Tuesday of the same week. poor cock to die. Jowett anti the Kndmt. years old. Silas Sugg Is forty-eigHow tan that happen. Ticket Agent-W- ell. The late Prof. Jowett of Oxford had neither and you see, when you start you go He has had no education or a curious way of mnuncutlng on the by the time as it's laid down In the of bis parents could either read almanac. When you get to about hall write. He was a failure as a fanner work that was brought to him by stuOn one he was shown way to New Orleans, however, the com- and has made his living for sixteen dents. of Greek verses. After looking set a The old a religious of silversmith. the as style pany adopts reckoning years he over them carefully, glanced up shout time the Georgian ralendar I bellevt I base of his character developed and to said the author. rather blankly sort a A evolved fellow when call he back ten It five years ago. goes they fur taste mathemaHave any you or twelve days, but the company had of theology from the Bible, In which to do It to make the trip (n anything C'hrlsLlanlly and snakes seem to hear tics? like decent time. New York World. Tli Us(ua(r of lirilnm. about equal parts. According to him Attendant-Po- or man! If he loses Christ's mission on earth, besides beThe Inroads of ths Wheel. ing t6 save the lost and restore peace his arm he will never lie able to talk "Brother Jim has the bicycle face, among the sons of Adam, sag to re- again. Surgeon How Is th.it to hinJoe has the bicycle hump. Sister 8u peal that law which ordained enmity der his talking. Attendant - lie's a has the bicycle leg and Torn has wheeli between manklni and the snake, Frenchman. Farts and Fiction. in his head. Any other bicycle ail- whose persuasions brought about the Our happiness In this world depends ments in the family? "Well, papa sayi fall. servery largely on the affection wa art his aliout careful his pocketbook Is badly punctured, sc is very Sugg to able as much Inspire, Truth. pents. They can bite him as It must be getting pneuiuutlc. ht ..1 j |