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Show The Livp Gold Mines By MARTHA M. WILLIAMS I (Copyrtcht.) MISS SKDLEV shook her head so violently that each of the seven plumes on her new picture hat stood nt a different angle. The effect waa grotesque, little as she di earned it Instead her thought was how wonderfully wonder-fully fetching it must appear in village vil-lage eyes. Certainly It could uot be copied by Inane milliners who aforetime, afore-time, had tried her soul. Worst among these offenders was Marge Benton. Marge, a school teacher, teach-er, was vocation-bound to he the pattern pat-tern of primness to her pupils. Instead In-stead she inclined them by precept and example to trail after styles they could not possibly hope to approach thereby, said Miss Sedley to her unites, they made themselves ridiculous caricatures cari-catures of their betters. In virtue of her fortune she had elected herself social leader of Lln- dentnwn and so fur sslip hud tiot away with it. Almost in the cradle she had developed a crush upon all her belongings, and, especially, her figure it was so statuesque. A fine tailor, given carte blanche, might have made the epithet descriptive. At the hands of a passionate mail-order catalogue cat-alogue addict the result can be pictured pic-tured only by a fluent Imagination. This fall the catalogues had. according accord-ing to Jess Tyree, the village oracle, "Done thar d dest, jest when they oughter not." There was, you see, a drive on for a trifle of a million endowment en-dowment for X Y Z university, which had a Lindentowner for president. Bright and early Monday, Greatness, of Men and Causes, would Hood the town. A' bishop, freshly widowered, headed the list, two senators fcuprort-ed fcuprort-ed him, Hanked by congressmen, and judges galore. Hence the flutterings of the dove cotes. Lindentown was, to put it mildly, mild-ly, shy at least a dozen eligibles. Now for years there had been speculation as to how, when, where, and whether Sarah Sedley would find a man she'd think worth her taking. Not so y .-ung now, Sarah twenty-six, maybe more. What wonder Lindentown all but unanimously elected the coming bishop her predestined mate I Lindentown made holiday "gaily put on its best looks, clothes, mood. The Great In procession passed up ! nnd down and athwart Its limits, smiling, smil-ing, saluting, swapping merry banter with the natives. Sarah Sedley had elected to meet them at the train. And Marge was to sing on the great occasion not alone but leading nn Elves' chorus of ten small green-clad girls she had been training in strict privacy for a month. I5illy Durant had made that possible his big empty house had given tine exercise space. After listening once or twice he had smiled, nodded, and said off-handed-ly to Marge: "We'll have a float all leaves and (lowers and things surprise sur-prise the crowd with it just as the bishop finishes after they're done some one shall say these golden voices are samples of our native .ores wanting want-ing to work the mine is why we need capital" At earliest dawn of t lie great day Lindentown began to stir and thrill. Things went like clockwork. The parade pa-rade formed and filled magically, and got under way without a single hitch. Sarah Sedley, In the forefront, had never felt finer nor looked worse. She thought the bishop Impressed. lie was but not exactly ns she would have chosen him to be. Maybe she took his breath, else maybe the cat got his tongue. lie spoke something some-thing Hurriedly less than twenty minutes min-utes instead of the hour everybody had come to hear. Then in waltzed a string hand specially ordered by Hilly Durant and to Its last sweet strains there rolled majestically in front of the stand what seemed a magic miniature mini-ature forest, wilh elves perched here and there, showing now a head, now a dimpled hand, now the dancing I niil.-er if n Kmnll lovel v fnnt nii.l 1ot Then as a hidden somebody drew a long lovely chord from a tine old fiddle, fid-dle, music such ns Lindentown had never hefore heard, Marge, ambushed In thick greenery, sang her very best high golden notes that accented the young chanting. Not long drawn out twelve niinules at the most. Then came Ned Woodruff to take the crowd by storm in the midst of which the bishop held up u silencing hand as he rose to say: "A wholly new experience, experi-ence, my friends! Who hefore ns has listened to ellln music, led by the voice ; of an angel?" ATler that things had to go with a rush there was hardly a bit of use for Organized IOiilhuslasm money came galumphing, popping, pouring in on every hand. Everybody caught the spirit of giving a giving that did nol hurt. Marge stood palpitant pulled Inlo the limelight against her will. Sarah Sedley had called mil with a hlfjli trill, "A thousand more right here I Anybody Any-body want to lop It?" "I do!" from lhiraiit, turning to face the bishop as he spoke. "Will ten thousand cxlra tempt you o marry me right off the reel? IVeli walling a long time to have a bishop handy " "With nil my heart I" cried the bishop; "the bride wnrre Is she?" "Also walllii': I picked her out the day she was born," Inuant said su peibly. "Kill I dared not tell her so tint i I nil things were ready " "Ah!" said Ihe bishop wilh his most benev olenl Inlonallon; "I understand. I, i I ihe good work go forward." |