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Show O i HEE OBJECT LESSON. She wai very pretty, very witty, very sarcastic her world had a wholesome dread of Mrs. Trelawneys tongue. She had Just Intimated a desire for an Ice and her attendant satellites had disappeared at once, each eager to be foremost In the quest She had had a busy day, and It was pleasant and cool there behind the palm; she only wished that people would not whisper somewhere near. If only they were aware how much farther a whisper carried than an ordinary tone! And while she meditated an epigram on this subject, she opened her eyes and looked round impatiently for the whisperers. There was a particularly ineligible corner near Mrs. Trelawneys snug . retreat a three-cornere- low-back- d, ed seat, In the full glare of the light, and unpleasantly close to an intrusive and spiky cactus. Hither had retreated a poor cousin of the hostess, a little girl of 17, and conspicuous only for a new and shining wedding ring. She had been alone most of the evening, and now It was she and her whose whispering bad disturbed Mrs. Trelawney. Darling, are you enjoying yourself whispered the So much, dear! answered the little pale girl enthusiastically. Its all so pretty and amusing to watch, Ive never seen anything so pretty In my under-dress- ed pale-face- d, boy-husba- nd r' boy-husba- life! Ive been helping Lady Lucy; she asked me to take some ladles down to went on, the supper, Youre with a comical Importance. sure you are not dull here all alone? Dull? Oh, dear, no! cried the little girl, opening wide eyes of amazboy-husba- nd ement "Oh, theres Lady Lucy looking at us, dear; I expect she wants you again. The boy hurried off again, proud and elated, and his little wife sat smiling after him' from her corner. Mrs. Trelawney looked sharply from one to I wonder how long that the other. state of things will last? she meditated cynically. She knew a certain amount about the affairs of the foolish couple Lady Lucy had confided various details in the course of her apology for their presence there at alL The boy was a journalist, with a microscopic Income and very limited talents, and the little wife was penniless; and they had a tiny flat somewhere In the east some uncivilized locality, the bare thought of which sent a shudder through Lady Lucy. In 10 years time, she said to herself, what will have become of them? And at that point she paused aghast. years since she herhad made a runaway love match with handsome Capt Trelawney. She sat curiously white and still, while that dead and past flashed vividly before her. She would never have thought It possible then for her husband to be at his club while she amused herself successfully elsewhere and now this was the normal state of things between them. There had been no quarrel, no dispute; they had simply drifted away from each other In those 10 years of married life, until now they were comparative strangers. Neither could have told how or when the division began. She looked at the uncomfortable corner again, and with new eyes. That pale little face was the happiest In the room the only contented one In sight. And when the came near, always with a glance and smile In that direction, what a radiant look was floated b&i-- at him! They really seemed to bo enjoying their evening. Mrs. Trelawney reflected; and then, with an Indescribable sensation. It occurred to her that she, the admired and petted society beauty, was actually penenvying that plain, niless little glrL Mrs. Trelawney breathed a long sigh of relief when the brougham door was shut upon her, and she was on her way home. She had a long way to drive; plenty of time to follow out her present train of thought, and to be as unhappy as she pleased. She told herself that she was a despicable little wretch, a mere society butterfly, and it was no wonder Horace was tired of her. If only Horace bad been poor, so that he and she could have worked and struggled together! If only their one child had lived beyond babyhood! But that she could not bear to think of even now. jf only all the past 10 years could be It was exactly self, a girl of 10 17, half-forgott- en boy-husba- nd badly-dresse- d, fETZZi. NO. 11. AMERICAN FORK, UTAH, SATURDAY, FERRUARY 4, 1899. VOL. VI an unconscious echo of the servants lived over again, how differently she i would use them! opinion. Now It was too late, and then she I must beg of you to control yoursuddenly sat up straight, with fast- self, " he said, sternly. "Everything beating heart It was not too late. It depends on quiet His life Is hangcould not be too late. She would be- ing on a thread. His life? O Ood! Then he Is not gin this very night and try to restore something of the old loving relations dead? of 10 years ago. She would call for her She had brushed past the doctor, husband now at bis club; she rememWith deaf to his remonstrances. bered having done so once or twice in noiseless, flying feet she was up the those bygone days, when something 'staircase, and a moment later was Imperative had prevented him from kneeling by her husbands bedside. The doctor, following rapidly, stood coming with her, to their mutual disarrested at the door, looking In at the appointment She gave the necessary order to her darkened room, the kneeling white figcoachman and then sat tense and up- ure, with clasped bands and large, right her eyes bright her cheeks fixed eyes, the swathed .wreck of a, flushed. man lying very still on the bed. Ah, they were not far from the club One hand lay outside the converlet now five minutes more, and her new Her own stole out slowly, hungrily tolife would have begun! ward It, as If her own daring scared She had no Idea what the time was, her. She bowed her head over the but It could not be so very late, for bandaged hand at last and knelt mothe pavement was thronged with peo- tionless. The doctor, watching, and, ple all going the same way, oddly quite forgetting his scathing condemenough, as It occurred to her after a nation of a moment before, thought moment. There were so many of them with a swift contempt of certain rethat presently the carriage was ports concerning the Trelawneys doblocked and obliged to go slowly; she mestic happiness which had reached beat her little hands on the seat In his ears. her Impatience and looked out again. Something came before his shrewd, A policeman appeared, shouting Inkeen eyes which blurred the picture audible directions and pressing for- before him.' He turned aside for a moward through the crowd, which gave ment and then was I'epalled by a swift, Horace! way reluctantly on either side. In her low cry, "Horace The doctor sprang, forward and then ungovernable Impatience she let down the window and beckoned him to come drew back. Thrf njured mans eyes nearer. had opened and were fixed on the Cant we get on? she cried. I am shimmering white figure with an exIn a hurry. What Is the meaning of pression ef .mingled awe, unbelief, this crowd? bliss. "Clara! said the faintest whisper They have come to see the fire, maam, the policeman answered, civ- In the world. . Im afraid you will have to go The doctor could - scarcely hear It illy. round. He did not know that the old pet name But we are almost there the had never been 1086 for years. London Forget-Me-NRangoon club, she cried. Is the club that Is on fire, maam, the policeman answered. Then, as she turned white, he added kindly: Dont WHAT BECAME OF THE CROWD be frightened, maam; theyve got the Blllygoat from Faotfio Amu Cease fire well in hand by this time, and DlTriloa la Clerk PtMat. ... The blllygoat brqkg away from his every one is out. All safe? Mrs. Trelawney gasped. home In a shabby quarter on Pacific Well, a few broken bones and such avenne and made a dash for La Salle like, said the policeman, cheerfully. avenue. Two or three boys started In pursuit and before they had gone the length of a single block twenty boys had Joined them and In a few seconds more as many men had been drawn along and formed the Incipient crowd. Blllygoat was well In the lead, head and tall up, and dearnlng the sidewalk of everybody before him. Seemingly every building he passed was emptied of Its people to witness the sport At Monroe street the goat turned to the right, when a portion of the crowd rushed by him and attempted to right about face him, and they did stop him. Soon a ring was formed. In which the men stood twenty deep, and outside this ring moved and surged an excited multitude. Never were more people at a street fight or at a fire. In the vacant space Inside the ring stood the goat, his homed head lowered and his feet well planted to resist attack. Then began the thrusting forward by those behind WHISPER IN THE WORLD. them into the open space of men and In order to tease and madden the Nothing to speak of, maam only boys one gentleman killed. A sad business goat. Against every such lntrader he ran and In almost no time the that was vacant Again. This feaspace Who?" The gentleman who did such great ture of the sport continued for a good things out In Burmah a few years ago many minutes and until the goat himself made a dash, that was equal in Maj. Trelawney. bravery to Cerveras in Santiago har"My hnsband! It seemed to her that she had bor, for liberty, and succeeded In scatknown It all the time. She saw, as If tering the crowd In a panic. Now once In a dream, the sudden pity and re- more blllygoat was on the sidewalk, spect In the policeman's face, and then and, assuming the pose and airs of a she covered her own and sank back victor, he still made his way northward. The crowd rallied again and In the carriage. The long agony of the drive seemed still pursued. The street for a couple Interminable, and yet when at last of blocks was as full of people as It the carriage stopped she sat quite still ever Is when the circus Is coming Into for a moment, unable to nerve herself the town. On went the goat to about for the next move. Then the door was the middle of the block, when, apparopened, and, as If In a dream, she ently feeling too sensibly the pressing passed up the steps, walking firmly, of the crowd behind, he sprang from her face white and her eyes set and the sidewalk Into the street and ran hard. Her apparent heartlessness was diagonally across to the end of the silently noted at the time, and after- opposite block. There he butted his ward freely commented on In the ser- way through an opposing part of the crowd and attempted his escape Into vants hall. Had they brought him It home? the alley. The multitude surged after she wondered, with a long shudder. him, but just as they seemed about to She was In the hall now, and some overtake him the friendly opei door one was hurrying to meet her the at the rear of a sumptuous saloon redoctor. 8he was not surprised to see ceived him out of their sight A quarhim there; In her dream-llk- e state ter of an hour later the owner of the captured goat was seen on Clark street, nothing seemed strange any more. I have bad news for you, Mrs. Tre- leading his now willing captive back to Pacific avenue. What became of lawney. I know I know! she answered, the crowd where did It disappear to? petulantly. In her unreasoning mis- Nobody could tell. But It did disapery she was annoyed by his hushed pear instantly. Just as such crowds tone. Her own voice was unnaturally do, as will those that suddenly gather shrill and strained, and the doctor to see a dog kill a rat that Is let out of a trap, as those that gather to witraised his hand In protest What heartless creatures these ness a breakdown or a fight between pretty women are! he was thinking newsboys. !tf , . ot a-b- ... HOW TO DO THE EIGHT BEGIN WITHIN THE PRECINCTS OF HOME. f the Mm Who Msda Hi RMolntlon Started Out by Joining Grafting' Club end Would V I'P with Anarehlat. lory iMrt The Chicago Advance, the organ of the Congregational church, gives space to an article which has a world of good sense In It It reads as follows: The new year had come, and he resolved to do good. He had heard It preached, and he had heard it talked about In prayer meeting, and all other religious meetings which he had ever attended. It had been ringing In his ears all his life, and now he was going to do good. He spoke to some of the other members of the church about It and Invited them to Join the band, members who like himself had been In the habit of admitting pulpit messages at one ear and politely dismissing them at the other. But they shrugged their shoulders, and remarked that some things were better for prayer meeting expression than for practical purposes. What Is correct sentiment Is not always convenient you know. As a sentiment doing good Is familiar and fine but However he bad set out to do good, and he was going to do It He soon had a chance, for the annual meeting came a few evenings later, and there was a move to raise the pastors salary. He put his shoulder to the wheel and gave It a boost He was doing good. The next summer the pastor went to. Europe and came back looking refreshed. He stayed at home, and looked a little tired. But he was doing good. Then thy raised more money to have bet?,! music to draw more people to raise more money to get a bigger minister to build a bigger church to draw more people; and he kept up with the procession. He was doing good. But sometimes he sighed. Then he Joined a mutual benevolent society, and he met with the rest of the members for mutual admiration. He was doing good. He paid his dues like a man, but when the members began to die the society went to pieces, and he quit. He was doing good. He met a tramp on the street who begged for money. He gave It, and followed the tramp around the corner where he went Into a saloon. He was r. He doing good to the went to the primary election to help purify politics and voted a ticket which the gang had fixed up In a back room the night before. There was nothing else for him to vote He was doing good. He gave money to help elect a good, honeBt alderman, and six months later he was sitting up at night, along with other good citizens, to keep the fellow from stealing the streets of the city. He was doing good. He helped send another honest man to the legislature and then helped to send a delegation to the state capital to keep him from selling out, bag and baggage. He was doing good. He gave a thousand dollars to a college to promote higher education, and the students dislocated his boys shoulder, broke his leg and smashed three fingers, at a game of football. He was doing good. He helped organize a social club to keep his neighbors from going to worse places, and to make a safe resort for young men; and the members drank wine and beer, and in clouds of tobacco smoke cracked Jokes at religion and at other men who were too pious to leave the prayer meeting for the club. He was doing good, but he was getting very tired. He thought about it through the night, and in the morning he got up with a change of plan. He was going to try doing good nearer home. He spoke kindly to his boys, asked after their lessons, patted the little girl on the head, and looked sweet at his wife across the table. The poor woman smiled, but looked troubled. She was afraid that he was not going to live long. He came home earlier that evening and stayed at home. He was taking some Interest In bis family now. He remarked that It was the first great human Institution In the world, before the state and the church, and that It was likely to be the last In heaven, where all are at home In their Father's house. Then he went to hear Mayor Jones of Toledo, Mayor Jones Is trying to do good In his business, and as he was trying to do good nearer home, he took notes. Mayor Jones had some "An time-honore- . saloon-keepe- d, archistic Ideas, but he Jotted them all down. The mayor was paying his employes higher wages than he could hire them for In the market He had set up the Golden Rule In his factory. At Christmas he wrote each man a letter and sent him an extra check. He took his people down the river on an excursion and Invited them to parties at his big house. He made them a park, put In seats and swings, and did not say: Keep off the grass. He furnished music and made everybody happy, and made money too. And the people made him mayor. . He even had the hardihood to say that successful men ought not to want the earth, and that Christian business men could do the things which Christ commanded. But what troubled him was that Mayor Jones Is considered a crank and an anarchist If a man works a combination, makes millions and marries his daughter to bankrupt nobility, be Is not a crank; he Is all right But If he has some new notions, which are as old as the gospel, about this worlds goods, he la a crank, a socialist an anarchist, anything but a safe citizen. Next he went to an church. The minister was holding a revival meeting, and some men and women were actually confessing that they were sinners and asking the Lord to forgive them. The tears melted him, the fervor thawed him out, the music broke him up, his heart unloosed, and he said, Amen, Praise the Lord. He was doing good and getting good. He saw a young woman going away to China. She was talented and consecrated. He gave her a check. He was doing good to the heathen. He went to see a sick brother In the church. He got down on his knees and prayed with him. The brother looked scared, but he was doing good. . He was under full headway now, and he didnt care what people said, whether they called him a crank or a Christian. He was doing good. ed . GRAPHO. LITTLE HABITS THAT WE HAVE People Who Potter with Something la Their Mooth. Many people have some little trick or habit which they always adopt when engaged in trilling pursuits, says the Pall Mall Magazine. I have known a child who always pottered with the tip of her tongue out, like a cat Many people find it a help to have something in their mouths. A pipe answers the purpose for a man; a flower, a twig or a blade of grass for a woman. And It Is a common habit among women to sing when absorbed In trifling occupations. This Is sometimes a tiresome habit for other people. I have a friend who Invariably sings God Save the Queen when she tidies her writing table. She Is not a person who suffers from excessive loyalty and I have often wondered what Is the connection In her mind between God Save the Queen and pottering. On one occasion when I spent a week with her, I found this habit of hers got on my nerves so much that I asked her why she did It. Was I singing God Save I did not the Queen? she replied. know. I am so sorry, I will not do It again. But In less than five minutes she was singing It again and continued to do so till I Interrupted her, and was met by. the same query and apology. I came to the conclusion at last that she did It unconsciously that her subconscious self did the singing, while her ordinary self tidied the writing table, or vice veraa. What made the habit the more disturbing In this case were the long pauses that came, often In the middle of a bar, or a word, and which signified greater absorption In some object She would begin, God save our gra Then would come a pause, so that when you began to flatter yourself that she would sing no more. Then, when you had entirely forgotten it, you would be startled by a sudden burst of clous queen, signifying generally that some knotty problem had been solved, some difficulty triumphed over. These pauses and sudden bursts I found especially trying; for I got Into the habit of waiting nervously for the continuation, as one does for the crow of a cock In the middle of the night He Could Hot. This wont hurt you, observed the Oh, come, now! deqtlst, cheerfully. remonstrated the photographer, who was having the tooth out yon dont expect me to look pleasantf Puck. The gum trees of Australia are the tallest trees In the world, Thsj; average 800 feet In height |
