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Show T RUTH. 6 sick, feels pass with yet bound by conventions, she or ill at some critical hour in the child that she must do something to we bring into the world. There is the hours, and so. In company horror in it there is rapture but one friends, she attends the opera. rejoices that the future is veiled. There in an opposite box, beautiful, and unmistakably triumMiss Verney. At sight of phant sits heart-sicher the mother leaves the But she cannot go home, theater. there is no rest for her there. She will tell the coachman to drive to Dicks office, she can at least pass through the street and be near him for a moment. But when they approach the place the coachman stops and she, rather than attract attention, gets out of the carriage and ascends in the elevator to her sons office. The outer office radiates lamplit emptiness, but the sight that meets her eye in the room beyond is almost more than she can bear. Table and floor were strewn with a confusion of papers torn and tracings, crumpled sheets of tracing paper wrenched, from the draughting boards in a sudden fury of destruction; and in the center of the havoc, his arms streched across the table and his face hidden in them, sat Dick vivacious k blue-prin- ts Peyton. lie did not seem to hear her until she called him and then he sprang up with dazed eyes, gradually a brightness of recognition dawning in them. Youve come youve come, he said, stretching out his arms to her; and al at once she. had him on her breast as in a shelter. You wanted me? she whispered as she held him. He looked at her, tired, breathless, with the white radiance of the runner near the goal. I had you, dear! he said, smiling strangely on her; and her heart gave a great leap of understanding. I think the readers heart gives a sympathetic movement, too, for one realizes so fu'ly what such a mothers joy must be over the signal strength of a son. He had won right, after all the indications to the contrary, and to her he gives the victory in the fol- lowing words: Its only lately that Ive understood that you knew everything. I dont know how I found it out, for youre wonderful about keeping things to yourself. I simply felt it in a kind of nearness, as if I couldnt get away from you. O, there were times when I should have preferred not having you about when I tried to turn my back on you, to see things from other peoples standpoint. But you were always there you wouldnt be discouraged. And I got tired of trying to explain things to you, of trying to bring you round to my way of thinking. You wouldnt go away, and you would net come any nearer you just stood there and watched everything that I was doing. At first, you know, I hated it most awfully. I wanted to be let alone and to work out my own theory of things. If youd said a word, if youd tried to influence me the spell would have been broken. But just because the, actual you kept apart, and didnt meddle cfr pry, the ether, the you in my heart seemed to get a tighter hold on me. I dont know how to tell you its all mixed up in my head but old things youd said and done kept coming back to me, crowding be tween me and what I was trying for, looking at me without speaking, like old friends Id gone back on, till I simply couldnt stand it any longer. I fought it off till tonight, when I came back to finish the work there ycu were again and suddenly, I dont know how, you werent an obstacle any longer, but a refuge and I crawled into your arms as I used to when things went against me at school. In this one touch Edith Whartcn gets at the heart of things and glimpses for us the worth of character It makes one shudder to think of responsibility, and to reflect on ones failings how they may serve for good Every reader is not drawn to Edith Wharton, because everyone does not care for her style, but those who read of humanity, trary, they are, on the con- so often commonplace, affected and tiresome to a fearful degree. But then, this is a waste of time. The day is past when the theatre is the home of art it is the market place of the financier and alas, each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold! her stories never turn away from them quite as they were before. She Jf Jt lays a gentle hand upon your arm and Of all the weekly magazines comdetains you willingly, and though it This me Harpers Weekly. may not be to some tremendous pur- mend If there pose, yet it is much to be detained in weeks number is superb. thoughtful pleasantness, devoid of en- were nothing in it but A. Maurice nui. Lows article on the new Speaker of J Jt it would be notable. Uncle I had the pleasure of seeing Robert the House, Joe Cannot must be an unusually inI Edeson in Soldiers of Fortune. man, and by the way, fo must say pleasure because the play is teresting be the man who writes about him. A the good, though Edeson has neither direct, simple, forceful style puts Mr. face nor the physique for my ideal of Cannon before us. We know the man clay. The things he says, clever and after reading the article. This maga-is zine should be in every home; it otherwise, dont suit him. Edesons American through and throught; it is face is the face of a man who likes cosmopolitan; its editorials are always wine suppers and women. It bears good and no magazine has better ilmarks that make it impossible to ideal- lustrations. J Jl ize him, and he is too well fed; I But, my darling John, you will exalmost apply the word gross to sum if I do not stop writing, though I up the entire man. Still, he is rather pire a good actor; his inflections are ex- could continue for hours. And so you cellent if only he looked the part. are homesick at last? Im glad of it, come him; Im not lonesome And the women, alas, for ones but dont a bit; I have loads of fun, and posiyouth! Hope would better have been tively Ive grown young again, because called Charity. She certainly is not theres no man around to ask Why? the Hope of Richard Davis drama. Where? When? as al the lords Mrs. Langham was good and so was of creation do and always did. Your own, Mac Williams, but not one was exceALICE. llent. The story has been sadly mutio lated in the process of reconstruction CLERK8 DEFENDED. for the stage; I confess to liking the book better than the play. It seems to Editor Truth: me that all women who go upon the I noticed in last weeks Truth in the stage should be beautiful and well supplied with brains. It takes mind to letter contributed by Alice, a critiportray character, but many appear to cism of the clerks in one of the departconsider a good profile, and fine hips ments of a big dry goods store of the After the most paying investment. unall, though, my greatest quarrel is with city, complaining that they were the men of the stage they are so sel- obliging and incompetent. I know dom natural, enthusiastic specimens nothing of the particular case referred . 1 A PIea.sa.nt Tonic Wine of Invaluable Benefit to You. cIm 1 0w but I doubt very much if the com- plaint is well founded. In the first place clerks who are either Incompetent or not civil and obliging would not be permitted to hold positions in the store referred to for a single day. The managers are too and wide-awak- e too good men to business employ clerks answering the description given by Alice. In the stores of this city it is decidedly the rarest exception where customers are not waited upon with deference, good nature, politeness and a desire to please. I am not a clerk in a store, never was and I hope I never shall be. I have not the patience and good nature necessary to serve acceptably many shoppers whom I have observed. I have frequently seen ladies shopping in dry goods stores who conducted themselves with absolute boorishness and others so fastidious, apparently not knowing themselves what they wanted, that they would exhaust the patience of Job. I have seen a clerk pull down rolls and rolls of good3, explain the merits of each kind to the shopper, give up his or her time for half an hour or more and the whole performance end with the purchase of a 5c spool of thread. I have felt like interfering and hustling the woman out of the store and marveled at the good nature and patience of the clerks. My sympathies are decidedly with the clerks. As a general rule their manners and conduct are superior to those FAIR PLAY. they wait upon. o Wanted Exact Information. Wife (3 a. m.) John Henry, youre drunk. John Henry No, no (hie), ti my dear; Im only (hie) red. Wez my Over Wife (in disgust) slippers? there beside the fireplace, where they have been since six oclock last evenJohn Henry (after wandering ing. Scuse me around for half an hour) (hie), my dear. Wez the fireplace? HILLS PURE CALIFORNIA VM-TON- E z to, Dfug Store, 112 Main Sired. OLIVE OIL At our Grocery Department. Every bottle has our guarantee as well as that of the maker. 3 zb C-'l- vl I - |