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An Elopement.
[Copyright, 1908, by American Tress Assso
- elation.]
“Father,” said little Clarence T.a
Hunt, "isu’t mother ever turning back
to us?”
There was no reply, and in a few mo
ments the boy, who had his arms
about his fathers neck, felt a con
vulsive tremor.
“do, father, and bring her. You
know where she is. I'm sure.”
Still the father did not speak. In
stead be hugged his son closely to him.
Then suddenly he said:
“For your sake, Clarence, I’ll make
en effort.”
* * * * • • *
A lady driven up to her country resi
dence in an automobile alighted and
Lurried into the house, in the had she
was accosted by a tall, intellectual
looking man, but with something weak
in his expression.
“Why, dear, what has kept you?
Dinner has been ready half an hour.”
“Well, well, must I always be on the
minute?” And instead of waiting for
the usual kiss she hurried upstairs to
lay aside her wraps.
“Something wrong again,” he mut
tered. "We who defy ttie social code
must pay the penalty. But she has
always recovered from these moments
of remorse. Doubtless she will do so
now.”
The recovery in this case did not
come. Instead a gloom settled over
the woman that he could not dispel,
though he made every effort. He tried
to win her from her melancholy by
caresses. She repulsed him. He took
her to the opera, to theaters, every
where, anywhere, that he could place
her in an atmosphere of excitement.
She seemed for awhile to be lending
herself willingly to the plan, but there
was no change In her, and at last she
declined to pursue it further. One
thing alone she followed of her own
choice. Every day an automobile
wheeled to the door, and she entered It
and sped away for a drive that wan
never short and often very long.
He was comforted that what could
not be produced by other amusements
was effected by this. Doubtless the
breakneck speed, with an element of
danger in it, served to overcome re
morse. But he feared that one of the
many accidents constantly occurring
would happen to her.
“Sweetheart,” he said one day after
her return from a ride, "do you drive
very fast?”
“As fast as the machine can be
driven.”
“Are you not afraid?”
“No. Automobile accidents do not
malm; they give us oblivion.”
He sighed and started to take her in
his arms, but she turned away.
The next day when she went to ride
he told her that he would go with her.
He wished to observe If the chauffeur
was careful or reckless. She passively
consented. He was satisfied with
what he saw. There was no careless
ness, no reckless speed, but she sat
beside him unmoved by any word he
spoke to her and apparently uninter
ested in her surroundings. She was
like a woman of stone.
Coming to a broad road stretching
straight ahead for several miles, he
ordered the chauffeur to increase the
speed again and again till the machine
was flying like the wind. Still the wo
man beside him sat like a statue. He
felt for her hand, expecting that,
moved by the awful speed at which
they were running, she would Involun
tarily clutch his. It lay limp in his
palm.
That was the last ride he ever took
with. her. The next afternoon when
he came home he was told that she
had gone, as usual, In the automobile.
When dinner was announced she bad
not returned. He waited half an hour,
then dined alone. Ills life was becom
ing Intolerable. Despairing of re-es
tablishing his former relations, he
wished that something would occur to
break the connection. After dinner he
lighted a cigar, but soon threw it
away. Noticing an evening paper on
a table beside him, he took it up. On
the first page there were headlines in
large print announcing an automobile
accident. Two persons, a man and a
woman, were killed.
Strange that he experienced a wel
come relief.
He did not read what followed. He
had long lived in dread of something
terrible—he know not what—and did
not doubt that this horror was what
he had feared, or if be doubted be
did not dare read on, fearing a con
firmation of what he believed. Con
science makes cowards of us all, and
this man, who had robbed a husband
of his wife and a child of his mother,
shrank from the dreadful end of what
he had done. He sat motionless, his
face covered with his hands. A serv
ant lighted the lights, but he did not
hear. An hour passed, during which
no 'sound aroused him, till at last he
heard an automobile stop before the
house. Starting up, he hurried to the
door. A chauffeur, one he had never
seen, met him there.
“I was told, sir, to bring this mn-
The few words told anew story.
She uas not dead. She had left him.
*••***
A carriage stopped at the door of
the house where the brief dialogue
which opened the story took place.
Clarence I,a Mont, bis eyes big with
expectancy, wont to the door. He saw
his father hand out a lady. She raised
a veil. With a Mild cry the boy
sprang into the arms of his mother.
Whoever heard of a man disguising
himself as a chauffeur and running
away with his own uife?
HELOISE AMES.
A CHINESE STORY.
The Way a Mandarin's Wise Wife De
cided a Baby Case.
Two M’ouieu came before a mandarin
in China, each of them protesting that
she Mas the mother of a little child
they had brought with them. They
Mere so eager aud so positive that the
mandarin Mas sorely puzzled. He re
tired to consult Mith his Mife, Mho
Mas a wise and clever woman, whose
opinion Mas held iti great repute in
the neighborhood. She requested five
minutes in which to deliberate. At the
end of that time she spoke, “Let the
servants catch me a large fish in the
river, and let It be brought here alive.”
This mos done. “Bring me now the
infant,” she said, “but leave the two
women in the outer chamber.” This
Mas done too. Then the mandarin's
wife caused the baby to be undressed
and its clothes to be put on the fish.
“Carry tlie creature outside now and
throw it into the river in the sight of
the two uomon.” The servant obeyed
her orders, flinging the fish into the
Mater, Mhere It rolled about and strug
gled, disgusted no doubt by the wrap
pings in which it Mas sMaddled.
Without a moment's pause one of the
women threw 7 herself into the river
Mith a shriek. She must save her
drowning child. “Without doubt she
is the true mother,” she declared, and
the mandarin’s wife commanded that
she should be rescued and the child
given to her. And the mandarin nod
ded his head and thought his wdfe the
wisest woman in the Flou’ery King
dom. Meanwhile the faise woman
crept away. She was found out in her
Imposture, aud the mandarian’s wife
forgot all about her in the occupation
of donning the little baby in the best
silk she could find in her wardrobe.—
Bystander.
TRIBUTE TO LABOR.
Congressman Sulzer,of New York,
said in the house of representatives
in advocacy of department of labor:
| ‘Mr. Speaker: I shall take advan
| tage of this occasion to speak for the
j toilers of our country —for the rights
j of the men who create the wealth of
I the republic, the American working
men, who have made us .all that we
are and will make us, if we are true
; to our selves, all that we hope to be —
j the greatest, the grandest, the freest
! and the most prosperous people the
world has ever seen.
“No man, in my opinion, can pay
j too high a taibute to ‘labor.’ It is
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;of the brain and the brawn of the
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“Labor is not today or of yester
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Dynasties come and go; govern
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centuries, but labor goes on forever.
Labor is the everl astinglaw of life.
“Tear down your palaces and your
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close every avenue of trade and com
merce and labor will reopen them;
destroy your towns and your cities,
and labor will rebuild them greater
and grander than they were. But
destroy labor and famine will stalk
the lan 1 and pestilence will decimate
tie- hum cn nv-f. If every laborer
in the world should c ase work for
ninety days it would be the greatest
catastrophe that ever befell man
kind —a tragedy, to the human
race impossible to depict and too
frightful to; contemplate.”
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