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THE SUNNY SOUTH
FIFTH <PAGE
OCTOBER 93, 9906.
England Will Hand frown Modern Athlete to
^ Posterity in Enduring Statuary
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EORGBHAOBBU.
1 SCHMIDT, the world fa. j
moua wrestler, has just
entered a plea for the
all.iete of today.
T ii e Russian Lion i
thinks that modern ar
tists unci sculptors err in
yoing entirely to antiqui
ty for athletic models.
“There are wrestlers,
boxers, sprinters and
weight putters today,”
s ti V s Haeken8ohmldt,
■es would com-are favorably
>eat existing specimens of
te ol' th.at day owed much
•ry an. Tile Hercules and
bristled wilii groat sculptors
was to reproduce in stone
those famed for muscular
i no not think they were any better
a, i!e:icaliy. than those of today,
the work of famous sculptors lias
i.uade their todies the tradition for
sir ingth and grace. Hence we give them
i".dy tiie preference over the great ath-
• trs of tiie present. I think it would
be well tor some of our twentieth cen-
ut> sculptors to make statues of some
"i I he great athletes of today, so that 1
i autre generations may know wliat our 1
best men looked like.”
i he liackensclunidt idea has met with
general I tvor. Several prominent artists
c.uv suggested that it would be admlra-
bb to have a number of such statues j
pi. ved in tiie British Museum.
I lie Crock idea! has always typified,
;i.i tout w.is best i:i power united with,
symmetry. ‘ j
ATHLETES REDIVINERS.
I ni- centuries tiie world strayed from i
lose of athletics, and it lias not been!
mil.I the last two decades that the sci- j
nice of physical development has be- i'
come recognized as matter of first iin- !
portanee In determining the future health
snd buppiness of the people. In other
centuries there wore occasional athletes,
but it has remained for the closing
days of the nineteenth and the opening
days of the twentieth centuries to find
in the United States a great national
turning to the production of better de
veloped bodies.
The result is that in every school and
A Daughter of the Aztecs J Uhe Bishop the Pierrot
By ANNE ONNE.
HAVE
than saw the tremor that ran through By VEBNON ROSE.
the cattle, a blinding flush of lightning
tore the heavens in two, the thunder
pealed and crashed, and the stampede ______
had begun.
" ‘Ply, fly for your lives!’ was tiie «
hoarse cry, and I had only time to see;
that the herd had broken in the direction
of Hartness and Dolores.
“Together, side by side, they rode l>e-;
fore the maddened cattle, Dolores with
her fare as pale as death. By and by
well what to expect—ni Philip's horse stumbled, the first sign of
room so dark you stumble| falling strength in a mustang; another
stun hie, and Dolores drew from her
breast a little revolver her father had
given her; another stumble—the herd was
! gaining on them--ind she fired; tiie horse
always contended
that a S o'clock tea la no
place for a man, and even
yet 1 marvel that if should
have been Inveigled into
responding to Mrs. Aller-
ton’s hit of pasteboard in
person.
You always know quite
over things, and a con-,
fused and irritating eackioi
of many women talking at
I.
HE bishop's eyes twinkled
ironically as he refolded
the letter which he had
been reading. “So I am to
be a sort of semi-chaperon
for the wayward Phyllis!”
he said. “-She is to he pack
ed off for a long visit to
Scarbeach, not because
the King,” tiie bishop had risen, just
like all the common “trippers” round
him, and bared the bald patch on his
gray head? And that he actually dropped
a coin into the hat which an impudent
pierrot brought round, even to those who
paid for their seats?
Shocking!
Scarbeach shivered—at any rate, tho
dull and select portion of Scarbeach did.
The remainder of S.-arbeach opined that
the bishop was a jolly good fellow, and
that his reputation for uttering alarming
and sarcastic remarks and "freezing”
his parishoners must he all “tommy-rot.
onee. and the necessity of swallowing at , iml ri(ler ,. a|ne (ogefher
lot of stuff that is a reproach to your "She nunr hers-lf off her ov.n horse
lunch and ar. in shit to your forthcoming j and p!lJJ ,, d pi,i!ip. dazed and stunned, br-
dlnner. j hind the animal, and crouched over him
I must say Mrs. Allerton does tilings; while tiie herd swept by. We found them-
better than most, and it is really a pre-j thus. Dolores was unhurt, but Hart-! asked the
clous privilege to inspect lier cups, but! ness’ head had been struck by a hoof as the rims <
as I opened the door a confused mur-; the cattle went over them: and when we 1 * “The reason, my dear Emily?” Bishop
mur of voices met me. and in a moment carried him back to the hacienda it Joyce.smiled as lie helped himself to ,i
more I found myself in the thick of the looked as if lie had come to tiie end <;f second piece of toast. “At jour age you
Scarbeach enjoys a salu
brious climate, not because 1 \y|, c - e j ri perhaps, the remainder of Soar
' beach showed their sound judgment
though thej' did not know it.
T am her uncle and she
might appreciate living with
ic. not because she needs
a summer holiday—no, not for any of
these obvious reasons."
“What, then, is the reason, John?”
bishop’s sister, looking over
her glasses.
Denis Horgan, Famous Hammer Thrower Who Might Well Serve as Model
for Classic Pose.
weight lighter of the world, is as mas
sive and huge as the most impressive
of them. The marvelous torso of the
champion, with its great breadth of
shoulders, deep lungs. Ills arms and legs,
college can now be found hundreds of j heavy enough to be trunks of trees;
men who conform to the finest lines o. | huge, menacing fist, and the stern face
symmetry that tiie strictest student of j topping it all. ought to be kept for fu-
classical beauty could lay down. If the i ture generations, just to show the type j
sculptor who is to make the figures j of giant California turned out. Nor
liubub. making my bow over Mrs. f»ray's
fat hand.
“Oh! doctor.” she said, moving aside
her draperies and waving me into a seat
beside her, “don’t von know, you are
just :he one person in the world I am
dying to see.”
“'Professionally, madam?" 1 asked, as
slie tapped me on the hand with ponder
ous iplayfulness.
“iXo. no, you naughty thing; I was just
tolling these ladles about Philip Hartness
marrying a cowboy, or something of that
kind, out in Texas.”
“But that you said it,” I murmured,'
faintly, “I wouldn’t have believed it pos-'
sible. Of course we all know that the
Texas law is effete and weak-kneed ex
cept in the matter of horse-dealing; stii!
“Oh! you horrid creature,” Mrs. Gray
cried again, tapping me with her fRn
“Now, do be a good boy and tel! us just
how it happened, for I know j-ou were
'there and assisted at the orgy, or rite,
or 'whatever they call such functions.
| Is she pretty, for 1 suppose that, atter 1
all, in this case the cowboy ig a she?” i
I looked hopelessly around. saw no'
means of escape, and then I .Bought of
my friend and his young wife, and re
membered that these women held her so--
eial destiny in their hand. Mrs. Gray;
herself was no- unkindly, and in the;
faces turned toward me was one ini
the chapter, and tha
be brief after all.
“Dolores' grief and despair were mad
dening. I remember thinking it would
oe almost worth dying to be so mourned.
\> e could not a rive her away from his
bedside, and so it chanced that she saved
his life after all, perhaps. We could not
rouse him from a stupor that seemed
settling diown into the insensibility of
death; and, at Inst, in litter despair. I
turned to Dolores and bade her sing.
Poor child, she was too wild with grief
to know what, she did. and almost iti-
his love story was ought to know that there is only one
• reason which could satisfactorily explain
why a d.imsel such as Phyllis should he
liastilj' deported from her family circle
and boarded with an ancient and sour-
tempered uncle and aunt such as you
mid nit*.
“A man?” suggested Emily mildly.
■Just so. A ma.nl” The bishop smiled
again, tiie rather sar
which lie was famous.
in.
The moon rode high over Scarbeach
sands, glcnmiilg on Scarbeach s white-
painted bathing machines, and deluging
with silvery light Searbeach’s now desert
ed promenade.
No. The promenade was not entirely
deserted, after all, late though the hour
was, for the moon glpamed on an object
even whiter than the bathing machines—
a human object; and. judging by its pos«\
a somewEftt uphappy human object. The
human object in question was a pierrot.
The pierrot leaned on the railing of tiie
promenade anil stared forth gloomily
across the shore. His attitude was de
jected; his clean-shaven face was drawn
with pain and misery. A close observer
astic smile for j might have asserted that his eyes had
Elizabeth writes 1 tears in them. But maybe that was only
that tiie man is impossible, by which she an effect of tlie moonlight,
tnay mean that he is a millionaire pork! The pierrot sighed as he stared; and
voluntarily she began the bugle call for, Packer or a moneyless poet. She forbears then sighed again. It is conceivable that
‘taps’—you know it—
“‘Ah. love, good night; must you go
When day and nisrht T need you sc?’
to explain. The point of her communic:
tion is this: that Phyllis must be
moved from the aforementioned man’s
lie might have sighed a third time, but
re - ! before he could do so, a hand was laid on
i his arm. and a voice spoke in bass, but
‘He seemed going very fast toward neighborhood without a moment’s delay, i not unkindly tone, at his ear.
mre there is no ‘lights out,’
ionate entreaty recalled him,
onscii
‘hat land
bat hr
and h.' oie ned
world again.
‘Dolores.’ f heard him say. feebly,
and she ; ok his hands i:i hers and began
covering them with kisses, and then T
slipped nut of i in 'room. What followed
was not for you or me to know', only, as
veu say. Mrs. Gray. T stayed on for
the wedding.”
Tiie deep eyes T had looked to for
sympathy were humid with unshed tears,
and even Mrs. Gray's fat hand was not
Presumably a month in our edifying, if
slightly dull, company is calculated—in
eyes upon the Elizabeth's view, if not in that of her
charming daughter—to cure a broken
heart.”
Humph 1 said Emily. She was a per
son ol lew words. “Sonic more coffee.
John?”
“Thanks. I suppose I'd better write
and tell our admirable Elizabeth that |
Phyllis is welcome? Poor little Phyllis! i
H e must do the best we can for her, j
Emily, lou and I have traveled far
quite steady as she passed her cup back enou Sh on life's road to know that
for more tea.
an
splint, and the reu color of his skin
makes him look like a bronze statue.
Jack Chesbro, tin New York American
pitcher, is built as though his strength
would last a hundred years, and white
Sando^ .VIerte
tionls, carries
satisfy every demand of classical out
line, his is, nevertheless, a body
iug and sympathy.
“Dear madam,” ii
your
is past find-! one
carries a profound suggestion of power.
, _ , . , . , Sheridan, tiie champion all around i
for the British Museum, snould restrict i Jeff muscle bound, Tiie champion is as athlete. who can do anything troni
his choice of subjects to the more promi- I lithe on his feet as a panther. - ' ’ -• - >
. all female diseases
uu'j . f r op t 0 every sufferer. Write Mrs. Cora
B. Miller. Box 2C56. Kokomo. Ind.
uent athletes, he would still merely be t Corbett is the perfect Greek tj-p<-s. on
reflecting fairly the general athletic de- i his smooth back not a muscle shows, it
velopment of today. Such men as Hank- i
enschmidt, Sandow or Coe are not iso- ,
is all grace and strength allied. The
masters of ancient Greek would have
lated Instances. They merely represent ] delighted t.
types of the modern athlete.
such a form into stone,
j and no idealizing would be needed. A
Ancient Greece would have hunted far perfect portrait of those perfect. ;%»,t
i find a more perfect specimen than j powerful lines would make a magnili-
ndow. This famed strong man is the I cent statue,
t-ry perfection of masculine beauty. The Coe of Michigan, the world's eham-
sprint to put a shot. -u«-
toils the story of strong
Tne homely Irish face o
fork patrolman wouie
out of place on a ci.i.-s
save for that lie would .i
I tion designed to preserve
i twentieth century athlete,
j To the extent that will
I mre generations o aim .o:
of physical inanhoo
plan is a good oi •
triid here in
States is lid
tion of at hi
1 have a veget:
eases a id piles,
free to anv sjfi
B. Miller. B
i ond ag
the big New ]
•: like a little j .
marble, but ! .
in any ceilee-
specimens of
beauty;
encourage fu-
'ligliest ideals i
The
An’
Til!
per-
-i Huckens
id might i
the
RELIABILITY.
>*ar;ii has 'been a-qunkin’
l' u-tremblin’ an' a-shaTci.i'
we're gettin’ apprehensive
ploxod;
An’ the scientists are seiliri’
Books which say tli.it there's no ;ellin
The : rouble .hat may happen to us next
Ad' the orators is stormin'
Ail’ refrorrers is reformin'
Til! we wonder jes' what’s wrong an
who's to tolame;
An’ it's re'ly almost pleasant
In such queer times as the present
T'i find tiie bill a-comin' jes' the same.
A': i t ■ •
ivokoant).
Sandow Whose Magnificent Form Compares Favorably With That of Hercules.
swelling ridges of muscle on his chest
are especially to L .dmlred. They con
form exactly to what the Greeks thought
beautiful. Similar ridges of muscle are
to be found in hundreds of kneeling
figures which have been designed by
architects as the supports for pillars
and roofs in ornamental buildings.
The Snndow llabit of pose, which, I
while it may be a bit painful to those j
who dislike affectation, nevertheless, j
adapts him perfectly to pose for stat
ues which must of necessity tie done i
in the i la^sicn’. spirit. Sandow, In any j
performance, takes fifty poses that ;
would serve as studies for statues as •
completely classclal as anything that
ever came out of Athene.
Hackenschmldt, who proposed the j
plan of preserving in marble, athletes j
o' today, would himself serve as an- j
other admirable Illustration. but It |
might be necessary to someyhat vary j
from Ills lines in order to get the de- j
sired classical result.
AGILITY.
On this subject \V. Hamo Thorny- j
-roft. R. A., the sculptor of T,ondon. j
sayr:
“There is a line between art and j
portrayal. Tt is the line of idealism, j
To make a statute of Hackenschmidt
it would he nc-ce-SHry to tone down j
the muscle hound figure. We cannot i
.ell whether the originals from whom j
lie Grtek-- inode’ed their masterpieces j
were gnarled and knotted, but if they I
were, the clasic sculptors knew how to ‘
idealize and ignore these defects, j
lienee their works have survived until
today.”
As Mr. Thornycroft is a member of j
i lie Royal academy, and one of the ‘
foremost sculptors in the world ic j
would hardly be in good taste to take
exception to his opinion, but it should .
be borne in mind that all w res lers .
become more of less muscle-bound. j
Their work calls for brute strength,
rather than suppleness. There is little j
or no demand for agility on the feet.
Some of the best wrestlers have been
alow, even fat men.
It is therefore a. reanonable certainty
j he wrestlers of the olden time were (
snarled, and that the sprinters were ;
as gracefully built as those of today. I
Take Shirk, the Harvard champion, j
for two years winner of both sprin.s
at the intercollegiate?. His long, lean ■
* odv is the perfect typo of the gray- <
hound. It 13 all muscle, not a suggea- :
Mon of fat. yet the muscles do not;
show. They are the long, flexible kind.
Shick could serve as a perfect model .
for the modern sprinter, and not many i
bodies could be found in Hellenic ,
ruins that would better show the right i
equipment for rapid flight.
There are numerous bodies that could
be produced as examples of limitless
strength, the Vulcan. Hercules. Jupl-
ter types- . ,
James J- Jeffries, champion *>«*vy-1
pion shot putter of the world, is an- !
other who constantly suggests the clas
sic. When lie poises and sends the iron
missle hurling on its way, lie looks like]
the living reincarnation of some fa-1
mous monument of myth days.
In the football ranks are many whose | feller to down the desire to take the
physique merits recording to future gen
erations. Shevlin and De Witt, of Yale
and Pri-jc.eton, p’espectlvely, famous
gridiron heroes, are splendid specimens
Of massive strength; so were Glass,
Heffelfinger and Cutts, of Harvard, and
McCracken and Woodruff, of Pennsyl
vania.
Baseball abounds in superb specimens.
Bajoia is a picture of the lithe, loose
Athletic’s Indian pitcher, is straight as | whose deep, dark eyes I read understand- j pCn.hi?to'or.••‘'eoid''Englttml^Will ’
! Dolores he happv among us?"
aid, “your requests “Quien snbe.” T answered. wit
lle commands. lo begin with, Dolores! shrug; “the mystery of lev
~.t is a sad little name, isn't it?—is some-’ in-, out.”
of the St. Louis Na- i tbing more than pretty. Her mother!
bit too much weight to I was a Mexican. You needn't shrug >-o:ir!
shoulders. Siie comes of one of the old A simple vesetable remedy that cures
that j Aztec families, and I assure ; . lli female diseases and piles. I v.-id send
scorn our best blood as something cn-
tuely loo much of yesterday to be sc
aly that i flously considered, and her people raised
Tity. I a pretty row when Dolores’ mother fell
love with an Englishman and per
il! in marrying him. Poor tiling, six
ivuu't live long enough to fulfill their
prophecies and regret It, 'out she be
queathed Dolores the finest eyes von ever
sa w—deep, •lark, lustrous, with a tawny
llasu in them that makes you remember
■them when you have forgotten how per-
ieet is the oval of her face and how
"iood-red the scarlet line of her mouth.
bhe was a sensation in Paris
YV hat, Paris?’’ in incredulous chorus
from nij- audience.
"Yes.” 1 answered, quietly. “She was
educated in Paris. You see. her father
'•"'ns the catlle on a thousand hills, or
whatever is tiie modern equivalent to
tun'., and lie worships Dolores. SI o
never luul wiiat you would call good ■
breeding. She lived alone with her ,
lather at their hacienda until one time •
she chanced to go with him to the city to .
s .1 the cattle. Some woman looked cu-
r'ously at her. and made a .slighting re-j
mark on her clothes, or appearance, that .
struck fire to the proud little heart. !
i am an Aztec!' she said, fiercely, to
ier father that night. - I will not lie
shamed by ms Americanos. Give me tiie
education anj clothes that belit my birth.
Paris is the heart of tiie world. 1 will ,
go there.’ And her father, who had never
thwarted her in her fife, made the jour
ney with her, and left her in a famous i
pension with a ietier of credit that must I open th
nave staggered tiie proprietress.
“It was v. Idle Dolores was in Paris
that I came to know her father. ( got
interested in u scheme for buying a laige
ranch on the Rio Grande, so went o\cr to
America, and fell in love with tile life,
and spent two or three years, mostly at
liieir hacienda. It was the merest coin-
cidence that Philip Hartness came over
to visi t me the summer that Dolores re
turned. Blie was already there when lie
arrived, and pleasant as life had always
been, it took on a new charm from her
oug presence.
'S’lie Would ride with
arly love affair isn't quite the joke .i
You make a romance of it." she said; seems to onlookers, haven’t we?"
rhe dun gray orbs behind tiie glasses
Minted cuiiously, but their owner made
no comment.
t 11 tell Elizabeth to send Phyllis at
e. tiie bishop went on. “She can
may all the summer. But whether
he sale from th
he'll
mysterious man at Scar-
beach. when .she wasn’t safe from him
m Kensington, remains to be seen
doesn't it. Emily?”
Emily nodded.' "I'm too busy to look
auer her, she remarked,
answering an unspoki
' And so am I." s;
follows therefore —"
“That she will hat-'
self." Emily drily
for him.
"\Yhirh our little Phyllis is perfectly
capable of doing.” tile bishop concluded.
He put down his cup of cofree. "I only
W!.-di her mother would realize that great
truth. lie added, aiinest
as though
oi question.
• id the bishop. “It j
• o iook after her-
linislied the sentence
inaudibly.
! Phyllis
maid sister
uncle had
IN DENVER'S JUVENILE COURT.
In Judge Linds,
ning. when boys
sorrow and y!
"gi.y with whisk
asking the "cop”
‘Clean cut young
go up to tne til's;
ask: “Whu's to
n the begin
there with
they saw no
i'g.' bench,”
They saw a
into court,
“tried" ami
changes,
i feller
i I’ve
ter, my boy? You
ukiiig a mistake? Well, lots of
make: mistakes. That's nothing.
Je mistakes myself, worse's
yours, 1 guess." Then turning to the po
liceman. he ; si s; “What is it. officer?"
The policeman tells about the clime, say
theft. “SteMing isn’t right," says the
judge, and he appeals to the boys in the
court room, “is it. fellers.” Putting his
hand on the hoy's shoulder, he gives him
:t shove hack and a tpuil forward, "it's
weak to swipe things.” That hurts. Boys
j learn in tiie street that it's smart and
j brave to steal, and the onlv evil
about it is getting caught,
j Lots of men take this view. too. bu.
I Judge Lindsey sets up another standard.
“I know liow it is,” lie says. “It's
temptation. It's a q’rianee to get sonie-
, tiling easy; something you want; or
something you can sell to get something
you want. Wanted to go to tiie show.
: maybe. Well, it takes a pretty stromr
omniuml it even he
ommanil tiie sea
XI.
Dariry came in due course to
stay with the bachelor bishop and his old
at Scarbeach, and—as her
prophesied—proved herself
wholly equal to the task of being her own
; champion in solitude. Miss Emily rarelv-
i ic.t the house, for she was immersed in
i the secretarial work or an important
: charitable organization. Tli e bishop, too,
! was endlessly -occupied with his pastoral
j affairs, and had small time to devote to
the | his pretty visitor. Phyllis was thus left
! muon to her own de\ ices. She could go
i 1,111 Ol- come in as she chose. Of the
I "mysterious man.” no mention had been
made by her or by tne bishop. Tiie iai-
rln ; ter, it appeared, did no!
ing advice where it was
did his sister.
A month passed, 't la
reached its height, and one
beach had a sensation.
which our people are j The bishop-the severe tl
n effect, ceased to be ; the disli!U . tly
now. considered fr
It’? a comfortin' assurance*.
This one custom whose endurance
Survives the shocks ail' changes tiia
pall. . ...
Tin- sun. fur wliicu we re pinm .
'Neath a -cloud may shut his sh
An' summer time hold over into f:
Good men may he rejected
Ar.' the bad ones get elected
An' folly 'be uplifted into fame;
But there’s one thing never
Haw-so-e’er our custom ranges-
The bills keep coinin' reg lar j
same.
THE CITY OF BRITAIN.
(From Tiie Spectator.)
insularity by itself, and it vie do
ommanil the sea, renders us of all
■lost miserable. But we have a need
ond tiiis. Unless
we cannot keep
ieve in ufl'er-
skeil. Neither
summer season
day Scar-
roads 1;
t'e!. Britain lias
a country. ‘?he
the political and military point of view,
a city, though a citj with very large
parks and pleasaunces and kitchen gar
dens in which to grow her flowers, fruits
am! vegetables. A city, from the point
of view of war. may be described as i
place which if besieged long enough must
fall, since supplies, once consumed, can- wandering mummers! What an example
iignified.
twe-inspinnfc bishop of
j Scarbeach—was seen listening, for a
, whole hour and a half, to tiie pieiTot
i minstrels on the sands.
The highly exclusive and respectable
: socie.tv of Scarbeach shuddered when
j thej heard the news. To think of their
j bishop attending—and openly enjoying, it
j was said—the entertainment of a troop of
-fiance and see tiie show. But ilfi
to swipe things. ’Tain’t fair; 'tain'L
brave; ii's Just*mean, and i: hurts the
toiler that steals. Makes him steal again,
and by and bj- lie is caught a?td sent up
—a thief. Now you ain't a thief, and you
don't want to be. Do you? But you
were too weak to resist the temptation,
so you were caught. Ought to cut it
out. Not because you oughtn't to steal.
It’s because it's mean and sneaky, and
no feller wants to be mean and sneakv.
not be replenished. Britain answer:
this description. The moment th
reads to her are closed by an enemy
all the strong. , iP-*o facto, in n stale of siege. I
to set to tiie frivolous youth of Soar-
: hung. speedy athlete. Bender, the j He wants to be on the square. *
Hackenschmidt Who Would Himself Make Splendid Model for Statue of
Perfect Man.
quick, joyous young Jife naming in her
; cheeks, or at night she would sing, her
j grand, pure, rich voice ringing out on the
clear air, and we would sit in the dark
i fancying how such dramatic fire and pas
sion could sway and hold a multitude,
'■ any aaj'iug Marches® was right to pre-
i diet for her a brllliauL career—if only she
j would stretch forth her hands and pluck
: the laurel.
j "Am I enthusiastic? Well, the fault
! is rare enough in these dujs fi- be easily
j pardoned, and you will better understand
! how Phillip fell in love. I saw it from
i the first, and warned him. But he
; stayed—the witchery of her beauty was j
; upon liini.
“At first. I don't think lie was alto- I
getlier happy in it. 1 suppose it is intv- j
itabie that we cannot escape from the!
standard of comparison to which we are!
reared. You see. if one lias always
thought of life as a mill pond, where one j
may paddle about at w ill, it must be :
startling to suddenly find one’s self
launched on a boundless sea with the,
i wind fifing every stitch of canvas and.
j the bow- pointing to undiscovered conn- j
tries. It was like that with Philip; Do- j
lores enthralled every sense- with her
•beauty and tierce love, but lie could not
reconcile her with his traditions.
“God know-s how two young and foolish
creatures would have tangled the threads
of life and I've, but that fate came inj
and ended the matter in a way that;
would have been melodramatic enough
anywhere else but on the Rio Grande. j
**One day—it was a perfect da>% I re-j
member, and the prairies were like an:
azure carpet of bluebells—we, Dolores
and her father, and Phlip and I, had'
been riding far, going to a distant part:
of the ranch to pick out some cattle for (
shipping. Toward evening the weather,!
which had been so fine, grew suddenly!
hot and oppressive. The white heat;
quivered, and there seemed a suppressed!
excitement in the very air.
“We had come rather unexpectedly!
upon the bunch of cattle that we were,
seeking, and the cowboys looked grave,'
for the sultry weather presaged the.
storm, and they were trying to round up
the cattle for fear of a stampede. Some
times, you know, cattle become hysterical!
at the coming of a storm, and break
away, flying anywhere awaj- from their;
causeless and senseless terror, trampling!
down everything in their path. j
“It was only too -obvious that ,we had 1
exposed ourselves to this danger. There;
was nowhere to go, and the only chance
was In keeping- the herd quiet, as can.
often be done by the knowledge of hu-|
man presence. Presently there was a
deep and ominous roar, the trembling herd
lifted their heads and listened, a bull |
bellowed wild and fierce, we felt rather:
Cot-id it be true? Was it really the case
that in tiie middle of one of those horrid
cake-wal'ky “coon” songs, the stately
biaek f 'rin of Bishop Joj-.-e had been
seen by tiie astonished audience placidly
of
sat
to face with a need so imminent; it wmil-i
be madness for us io give any considera
tion to what we hope or believe are the
intentions of tins
All that we can
how to secure ., , .....
independence is to count ships and guns j there, in lull view of everybodj’, till the
and to coniume tiie units of naval eifi- 1 very end of the performance? And when :
ciency. the man at the piano played "tioi ruve,
!
■ ijiq't. oi ueucie aie me seen by tiie astonished audience piacidl
is -°i'., tha i t 1 *. ore ‘ sn pushing its way into tiie front row i
our national safety and «»ts!-and that lie had positively st
“Arc you in rouible, my friend?"
The pierrot swung round gufftily, ari l
-beheld the somber, upright form of the
dreaded bishop of Scarbeach.
The bishop met his gaze steadily. ”Y'ou
are in trouble, Mr.-^Mr. Creighton?”
The pierrot started. “Y’ou know my
name?” he gasped.
“It is my business to know people's
I names,” said tne bishop smiling.
"You recognized me?”
"Although you have shaved off your
! mustache? Y’es, I did. It is my business
j k o recognize people, even”—the bishop
j smoled again, a trifle grimly—“even peo-
i pie vviio shave off their mustache, who
i change their names,.who put on pierrot
| costumes, and who—”
i "Yes?” said the pierrot breathlessly,
j "Yes?”
I "And who do not wan- to be reeog-
; nized?”
I The pierrot gave a shrug.
! "It was kind of you to take any notice
i of me—”
"I have not been taking any notice of
| you,” said the bishop, with a mbmentary
ieti.ni of that gen ie irony which had
made some oi' his flock so afraid of him.
"All my attention has been occupied with
noticing nij niece—Miss Phyllis Darthj.
The pierrot turned a blanched face to
tiie bishop. "Phyllis your niece—my
Phyllis? '
"Pardon me. At present she is my
Phyllis, not yours. Mrs. Dartry intrust
ed her to me just because she aid not
wfish our Phyllis to become your Ph-yibs.
And you followed her to Scarbeacn, pre
tended to be a pierrot, and—”
“t did not pretend. 1 reallj' am a pier-
rot. I speak plainly, as you have spoken
plainly to me. I am a pierrot because I
am penniless.”
"Then your
the bishop.
"Is worthless,” said the pierrot.
“I did not think so when 1 heard you
play the riano this afternoon on the
sands."
"Unfortunately, oth.r critics decline to
share your views.” The Pierrot was bi -
ter. He had experienced many disap-
pointmertis.
"Except, perhaps, Phyllis?” hinted ti-e
bishop.
“Phyllis!” The pierrot clenched his
hands. "Oh, why, why did I ever make
a fool of myself over music; why did I
quarrel with the prospects I had; why
aid I ”
"Precisely,” interrupted the bishop.
“Why did you?"
"You are laughing at me!” flashed th*
pierrot.
"It* you will honor my house with a
short call tomorrow evening I shall have
much pleasure in proving the contrary.”
said the bishop. “I shall also, I hope,
have the additional pleasure of hearing
you play—not the piano this time, but th-
i ew organ in my private chapel.”
“The organ?”
“The organ; w-hich, if I remember
aright, is a greater favorite with you
than the piano.” The bishop’s voice
softened suddenly. He gripped the pier-
rot's shoulder. “Don't you think I re
member?" he said, looking at him aa--
nestly. “Don't you thirk I remember?”
Tiie pierrot gazed at him.
“My mother?” lie said. “She told me
or ce ”
The bishop averted his head.
“You and little Phyllis aren’t the first
who have known -what it Is to be
he began huskily. “Never mind that,
Come to my house tomorrow. Don t
forget!"
musical talent?” queried
IV.
“I am going to write to Mr. Creigh
ton's father,” said the bishop. "We
must see if this silly feud with his son
can't be patched up, Emily. Its gone
0 l quite long enough now.”
“Sir William Creighton didn’t approve
of a musical career?” queried Emily.
“He did not. and tiie lad was turned
out without a shilling to bless himself
with. He was organist at Yarborough
when I was there, and now he is going
to be organist at ’
“At Scarbeach? In the cathedral? Oh,
John.” The old maid’s cj-es brightened.
"Then -Phyllis and he wll be able to ”
The bishop laughed. He was perusing
a letter which had just been handed to
h'fti. "Eliz-ibeth signifies her approval,”
he announced. “Even an organist—If he
Is a baronet’s son—is, it seems, a suitable
match for Phyllis. The eccentricity of
hir becoming a pierrot is, of course, over
looked. It was a mere eccentricity. Not
a prevention of starvation—oh. no. noth
ing so commonplace. Baronets' sons Jo
not starve, according to Elizabeth.”
“And what does Phyllis say?” asked
Emily, with a kindlj- snfile.
The bishop drew back the curtain of
the window and pointed the garden.
Phyllis and the pierrot—no longer a pier-
rot—were sitting under the shade of a
tiee, far too interested in each other to
notice windows or curtains.
“That is what Phyllis says,” chuckled
the bishop. “She saj-s that Scarbeach is
better than Kensington, after all. Also,
1 believe she has come to the conclusion
that her grim old bachelor uncle Isn't
so black as—as his coat.”
Emily looked silently at the bishop. “I*
only John had had a similar grim old
uncle,” she was thinking. “Poor, lonely
John!"
Coe, World’s Champion Shot Putter Who in Pose and Figure Constantly Sug
gests Ancient Greek Athletes.
“Whenever I see you.” said Markley-.
“it reminds me—" “Oh! forget that,” in
terrupted Burroughs; “I’m badly in nee-i
of a fiver, and—" “Yes, as I was saying,
whenever I see you it reminds me of
reading the alphabet backward, becauss
U always comes after a V.”—(Philadel
phia Press.