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May 25, 1910. THE
schoolmistress, said, in what I know
must have been a voice of appeal, for I
felt it?felt it down to the bottom of mj
life: "Miss Spurling, won't you sing us
a song of home?"
Kindly, condescendingly the fair and
gentle girl looked me a moment in the
face. I was sure the look was one of
commiseration and simple unselfish kindness;
and then without word of excuse
or deprecation she arose and, walking
beside me to the organ, sat and sang
the song I craved. It was as though a
thousand song birds had suddenly invaded
the ranch house. The music was everywhere.
My soul overflowed with it,
I lived a thousand emotions in those
brief minutes. Conversation ceased and
every guest attended. The cowboys stood
silent and awed; especially did Jake
seem to be wrought upon by it. He was
for the time as one dazed.
To my plea another song was added,
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In some places the rock walls of the g<
high above
and another, and the voice of May Spurling
seemed to grow richer with each
new selection, until at last, closing with
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as one transported. And now my struggle
became more desperate than before.
I must fly or perish. It was at this Juncture
that I surprised myself?I fled precipitately
from the presence of that beauty
which had all but slain me with its
first vision.
With an effort to be self-possessed, I
showed my best grace to the hostess,
who was a truly refined woman, and one
whom a dozen years in the desert had
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ward the widow, who to a maturer man
had seemed young, and who, measured
by my youthful Ideal, was vivacious and
attractive to an extraordinary degree. In
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my attentions to the widow I made a
show of assiduity, and the more so as I
must needs do all I could to stifle the
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May Spurling which had taken me like
a storm at the equinox.
But I fled from one peril only to meet
another. I aroused anew the resentment
of "Hook-Nosed" Jake and added "Philadelphia"
Bill to the list of my enemies.
At the moment of my happening upon
the widow and her court, Bill was leading
or attempting to lead a highly pretentious
and literary conversation.
"Don't you know about Barn?" he asked.
"No," replied the widow pleasantly but
doubtfully.
"Why, Barn, the feller that writ so
many pieces uv po'try an' put 'em in a
book," blandly explained Bill.
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srges took on fantastic shapes, soaring
our heads.
barrassed and exasperted Bill to a no
less degree. Jake also showed his wrath
at iriivc;. 11c uiu nut accm tu gicaiijr ical
BUI as a rival, but my civilized manners
and the ready favor which the widow
seemed to give me apparently caused
Jake to think that the decision had gone
against him at the outset. In an aside
Jake handed me a stout and bitter promise
of future reckoning. Bill found a
way to be equally frank in expressing
his mind. I was now between the whirlpool
and the rock.
In the presence of both Jake and Bill
i congraiuiaiea myseu to tne wiaow on
the chance that had made me, though
uninvited, a guest of the evening.
"I am sure the pleasure is ours," returned
the widow graciously, "and hereafter,
Mr. Penn, you will have no occa
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sion to be embarrassed by the lack ot a
formal invitation. You are assured of a
welcome at any time."
This was out of the pure graciousness
of a womanly heart, and spoken by a
woman who felt that the disparity of our.
years?though not so great?secured her
against being misunderstood. But neither
Jake nor Bill was able to interpret
it, and I saw more trouble before me.
And now the dance was over. 1 had
said a good-by to the host and hostess,
to the widow, and to May Spurling also.
In what stammering, faltering way to
her I can not remember; only I know I
murmured something about gratitude
and memory and hope?yes, hope?that
sometime I might be something else
than a cowboy; and then I said something
else about gratitude. To all of
which, in tones of quiet womanliness,
she replied: "I am glad if I have cheered
you a little; it is pleasant to do even a
little to help others." That was all, and
that was enough. I went my way, assured
that this night was to pass for
ever 11110 tue ounvion 01 a aeaa memory,
and that May Spurling was to become
a phantom, a shadow with it.
(Continued next week.)
Jimmie giggled when the teacher read
the story of the Roman who swam across
the Tiber three times before breakfast.
"You do not doubt a trained swimmer
could do that, do you, James?" "No, sir,"
answered Jimmie; "but I wondered why
he didn't make it four and get back to
the side his clothes were on."?Success
Magazine.
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Cannot harm healthy human
bodies. We cannot have healthy
bodies unless we haye pure blood,
?the kind of blood that Hood's
8arsaparilla makes.
This great medicine has an nn
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and enriching the blood.
It cures scrofula, eczema, eruptions,
catarrh, rheumatism, anemia, nervousness,
that tired feeling, dyspepsia, loss
of appetite, general debility, and builds
up the whole system.
G?t it today in the usual liquid form or la
chocolated tablet form called Sureatabs.