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Newspaper Page TextI r V ve /\5 Steel <r v & > I m y i Jiltl fount / y s t H A 1 TKK I. DOVE’S Torso DREAM. The sky was a vault of fiackioss blue, the sun a great gleaming sapphire, the Sir bracing as pure wine, and the rale Autumnal day *«» drawing to a close. Hopedaie was a peaceful hamlet, but beyond Its kind iri certainly one pro¬ gressive point It had a young ladies’ Seminar/ of unusual excellence, and a young man of more than usual acumen was enjoying the beautiful day and tak¬ ing In the distant turrets and peaks ol the institute of learning In qu* 1 ion at that eventful hour, for him, when our story opens. look of artist, and the He had the an equipment of an artist surrounded him. Ho had chosen the slope of asoodel grove for his camp-stool, and had set pis easel facing the village. I he flam¬ ing leaves of a broad-spreading tree ah altered him. Air, earth and sky were In harmony with the artistic impulse, but just now he seemed in a thoughtful rather than an active mood. Ills brush had fallen to his side, and tho eanvas showed only a few la/.y natehes of color. It seemed as if lit liad Dome out to paint Nature and loo. * been shamed from feeble effort by tin aCwhie.h r :Us.,,:d wit! pale go d made the sumacs a great ensanguined blur of crimson, and, mingling with the vari-eolored tree tops produced those exquisite shades and alternations of color and beautiful effeets which no pen has ever yet de scribe,I. no brush ever yet delineated. “1 wish she would come.” he mur mured. "1 wonder If she will come?" His words were a sigh of longing and anxiety, and he continued to gaze at tin distant turrets as If "she” was a fairy. with ilower to Hy straight through the I t .H hi I« There was a rustling among the dry twigs ba. k of him, but ho did not heed It. Then there was a quiver of branches overhead and down came a hundred Mr ........... isiss r , x^Ti.’XiiZ .-harm the world: tore that is to <Her*went stool and easel a. the anHeeUde sh.mk K U.-d" as°t beared, red lesves strewn at-out him flushed the handsome face .....I brighter than tin cryHt&l ruyB of iiunnhino kjowucI hi? prOud-Iookiug eyes down Into regponslvt ones brighter Jet, while he clasped the IiuiuIm E, both bands s.’ that had shaken tin gh« rh •ad nd ng earthward the fluttering imesaengora m mischief. ”1 so wunind to we you!" he breathed thrilling at tho trustful glance of thosi vuro eves wanted but— - v,,d l „o to sec veil Rav, nd' „ privileged character thb athletic, hale ome-faced for young fellow alt soul, all a , all love, they wen affianced, vet her tones were a ten lei hi 1 '.Te ' | * In " ' ,ue 1 a’Vrlfle dang dang, ,’ou-!v , near g her velvety cheek. Sh shrink back and die ell.- Is’' h.-r hand, and with the tip oi on p* iv pink ling* *r she pointed back tli” way bIh» had com Thorn was ;uish twinkle in , tier eve. Uavu tmd Marshall stole a quick clan c in the direction indicated. He fro wit oil and groaned, dolefully but nuhiiii**iYfl>\ unattended, Mi visitor had n«»t come Mack in flie gro\e. a girl of her own age was toying golden with the rod. rattling tops of the j j blanched **\Yhb it necessary," he began, and then he Uttered, quite testily Always that girl!" MtnymomP how dare you’” came the spirited Interpolation, and Miss Edna Deane showed the fire of her quick nn lure in « sudden, indignmt flash of thost captivating ey os. ‘’Beatrice Mercer is my friend. * “l wish she wasn't. Of all your as¬ sociates l «liatrust her the mewit," ven¬ tur'd Bay mo nd Marshall. You ought to be a-hsmed!" com* men ted Miss Tyrant, severely, "and you ought to feel grateful to her, iu b'.c hI of otherwise." 1 C! I i« if you really care about T r. it me, You know the rule* of the I V No young lady may leave !' r ’ '' A a imle&s accompli 1 her*. Poor Beatric* hn »* her tuition, and thev in- I vex e dig id t v and j So, Jb >» i u rineh that I ad h i >u ft 1 V . W vrt **■ h ft J if a i *P “ Yes," Jntenupted i.ayn.ond, excited¬ ly; "If she would only speak. Just look at it! Here we arc, two loving, har¬ monious souls. I think the world of you, and you take pity on me, and hope to make me famous some day by mar¬ rying me and securing the right to order me to work My family are delighted with you. Even prim Miss Chandler acknowledged it would be cruel to part utj, but—that dreadful mystery! Hhe rel¬ cannot consent because she is not a ative. Hhe eannot secure a relative’s consent:, because she does not know any such. Was there ever such a stickler for propriety- was there ever such a consomw on her lover's arm, as his face clouded. “Oh! it Is not quite desperate,” she spoke cheerily. “I.et us go over the real facts of the case, liaymond. and be patient. Here I arn, a nobody, a girl from nowhere. I seem to have been placed at the seminary here at 10 years of age, without a memory of early childhood. Miss C handler says a mys¬ terious gentleman brought me here, paid ten years' tuition and board in ad¬ vance for me, and—that’s all. ' "Not a letter since—not a visit since?” "Not even a hint. Here I was left. Was I an orphan, was I abandoned here, or was the mysterious gentleman my ’ather, who, for lack of a dead mother’s care, placed me here for safe koeping, md going out Into the world to forget Pis sorrows or win a fortune, died with ho secret of my identity locked in his own i03om?” “And now'" murmured Raymond, his oval to art I eating with renewed sympa p^. p or friendless girl who seemed deserve ail the love and care he had vowed to her “Now. Miss Chandler says we must "* '■ am virtually her ward, hhe dare 8an, Uo " our unlon - da y ather. or whoever my mysterious rela *«* *>«• ml « ht appear to claim me. S h ,« woul,i «y If he found me mar r1 ',' « a «> a “ ter wh V t paint an w ‘? , »> k “ U ‘V' ,hftn art> w a t! f ?l aculated KH > mo “ d - . ra ‘ patiently. , lor how , long? Tho ten >'■.*! « »‘ av8 two to run yet. l es, but I am eighteen to-day-of Ic « al *Vt- M1 *f / handler says she tion 1 v / rl| y will ,^ lleveB coma soon. that • om « word <>r dlrc ° H was an old story gone over now for » h ? hundredth time, but there was new ««»«•*» *» dl9COB ? 1 “8 lt Th °y ***** of »•«', P‘a»s of their , . hopes, of the tKSr, iirtimloy” \T°U™™ mo^Uo^B is Miss rhandler’s cousin, and I want to please Raymond’s eyes showed a rising token of Jealousy, but ho was prudently silent. ftni * > (>l * hiubi. d< kiiignt-orrant. J hope he does not. Good-by. No! Be '/rice Is looking this way He patient, Raymond, and above all, do make some progress „n that tiresome, never-to-be ttnished picture.” She was gone as she had come, like » flashing, dainty snrite Raymond Marshall followed her with his eyes until the bushes shutout the remotest vievvot her pretty, nodding cap. ’’i’ieture!' he murmur,,!, with a sigh, * 8 he pa ked up stool and easel. “Who paint with sue), a face haunting {* J/-' I .Jit»***” in o*' S'm Vortured -v. ry tm.e see her the eomj any of (U( foU iw Hrinslev, or making a con li , mu* of Beatrice Meter. How I Uis trust her!" \,U. Me,H .. .... Beatrice .. Mercer was a 'born in the artists sale. \ liv. ho could scarcely ox|»la:n. hho was pretty, young, apparently .devoted ho to'hia fiancee, hut m<>ro than once had caught her eyes fixed on Edna with a latent, baie fill light, upon himself with a passion ate. pleading expression that mystified, repulsed him, he knew not why. But alt lids would soon end; ah, yes! it must soon end. The mystery of his fiancee must some time cease to be a mystery. It was not an unusual ease. It would probably have a very prosaic conclusion, with the iong-loet father returning, and explaining that he had placed his daughter in Miss Chandler’s charge because she was motherless. I hen they would marry, and life would be worth living, and ail the dis¬ tressing trifles of the present would vanish. It must be so. Edna had pre¬ dicted that word must soon come from tu r mysterious relative. Her faith as hopeful as his own, Edna h. , ked , , her arm through . mat of , her , com pamon. and did most cf the chattering the way back to the seminary Miss Mercer went straight to her own >111. If Ktlna ha 1 s* en h<T as sh»* thi row horself on her UhI and lay con vutsod in a paroxysm of tears, rage, ami emotion for over an hour, she might not V 1 nlv have gues-. d at th*‘ cause of the varying moo :s of thb strange er* atuve. As to i dea she studied for an hour art i t rienu « min aae i !U a: heir re ,v j Aiidier hes na ross cry She ii I m rcatly .» xi'ii ip 1: 1 don’t ten v much agEa thi m a know wii XtvS Something hnj happened in a way di re< tly in accordant* with her thoughts and Raymond Majfshairs I impatient de sire*. “Word” had coreju! chaItur II. FROM THE PAST. Edna Deane's heart quickened it pulsations as she Started for the recep. Lion lion room. room. J he ito usage brought her bore a token of <Ac‘tement. ^.-.lemeni. Her nermina mind upon her lover, Uffrou ui>on the the mystery myst ry of of h«T h«T a:r young life. vaguely dreaded to take the step across the threshold that ■mglit i(stress portend her. ref lations that would • A glance through the vestibule doors 'bowed horses a close driver , 'V-nage the with box. two reek- Had mg a on ms unusual spe.sfe.de something to do ,dl ' : sumri *°' ■ -b'* moment.' f ent .^°r pc. , Miss Chandler, spoke Edna, inipi nil glj, as .-he entered tie reception ro<ou, and tnen paused ibruptly. I I ne face of t.Tl ,aoy principal . . , was pale, her manneij agitated. She impulse, half Arose, as if moved>by a sudden thetically. o greet her Thenqchecking fav.jjpte warmly, herself, sympa¬ she sa d. in a muffled, indistinct tone of mace: “Yes, Edna. This gentleman has com* f °At the”gentlema| in question the won during, perturbed Edna was staring. ra^ , s. 3 !kffs» , s» pressed her. ntammared “It is—It is about- ” , 3 J «£3d“..™ J » V “C)h! Miss Chandler, don’t say that!” 4 devoutly swra desired i by her 's&ats mystified, im¬ patient lover and herself had arrived. Hut the shock of the announcement, a realization of how sunny and happy had been her life under the tender care of the school guardians sent the quick tears to her eyes and the warm color from her face. Then eagerly, longingly, piteously, she glanced at the man before her. Was he the relative she had so often dreamed of—the mysterious censor of her fate? “You are not—my father?” she began, twisting her hands in nervous confusion. The strange, mobile features never changed. him like Staring automaton, straight his face ahead most of some resembling that of a man in ill-health, suffering but silent, schooled against the betrayal of tho least emotion, he answered solemnly, but not unpleas Ingly: "I? no. I am only your father’s friend—his servant—his messenger.” “ And—die has s<%it for me?" Jnss? Then she rly friendless? ’•mss A was sa ^111 tall you,” an swered tho st.raHg, “She ^’rather recognizes f, h * ^ n ^^about , ^ ®p d n a’T Tid e If p t c hi ^11 g'* r e^ U-hl n ™ « h.^ her JSJ is ^ nuicklv « # ‘ or Vf y •» / r . ••[ ' cannot tell vou mo-e This gen- B tle , » an »/‘t . only , binds me to secrecy.or, rather, leaves me in complete igno j ranoe of the motive for all this rnjs | once- of OU. « tHi/, - be^snred how 1 1 8alls 1 n r„ \ vnm ou a o going ’’"‘“b j , . nto kind , . wdl ,, hands. Convince All , will be well. It ,, from This | for you. is ; I ^ h E ’ ^ H^did'Eton n I ( ' l She barely glanced at It through her | «^ rs : Hh " rt ' ad only the first ! few hnes beginning: j ; ' By child, there have been vital reu eons for my seuming neglect or you, . there are still Vital reasons why sud- j Uen i y , abruptly, with you must dearest sever friends your ! eonn ectiou your and hasten to me. When I explain you will know why uf> one must know—i Edna crumpled the unfinished missive ! into her pocket at this stage, for Miss : Chandler was giving her directions to I i go to her room and pack up hurriedly. In that apartment Beatrice Mercer joined her. her With she a strange, listened wondering Edna’s | light in eyes, to *”K" rffSTV., „ write to you, to explain everything when she I clung find my to father,” Beatrice sobbed in fervent Edna, j j as a embrace. Beatrice- Raymond? The scintillating eyes of the dark j beauty flashed wickedly, but the expres- j •don blinded was sight, veiled from poor Edna’s tear- j “I shall tell him--" I "That I could not bid him good-by I ■hey would not let me. Tell him 1 wil’ ! .get j ‘ him wort! as soon as I can. Oh hlg my8t > crioue haste unnerves mek l! , know iriend. where 1 an, going iood-bv, * * dear Good-by, * good* ! i I >y. | l V clinging kiss emphasized every i .vord. The tearful Miss Chandler waved j n r a last adieu from the door. Het I tomber companion helped her into the 'arriage. »nd U» wheels grinding dost he s >ft road s wmed to be tearing hei **cry heart strings thi> a* Hopedaie fadee rom view In distance and the ve hole bounded fo •ward, carrying Inno* cut Edna Dejfne t mee a strange oleran mystery! Twilight closed l a ou the la 1* as the c< * for t i tat I ttfi shr ud was ,ut out secure! list.. With locked doors a ■s d raw eatri.ee Mi re t sat i a i hi ? t ver letter, stuuy : rc«*rea<ling it. apb4 ha bv :h *i had \ omc irto |. jr p ■ssion n d | !lpI . the gleaming, calculating eves ! ;oW tor those- eves had the mask down low aU a ; one by herself. j T(> J1-. CONTINUED.j WI.-* Vi, IN. | It wa? only a few years ago that the first wire nails were used in this coun j i try. ^ hut now the industry has attained prol ortions. This is well shown rj y a machine hipped from Greenpoint, N y v to t0 Everett, Everett, Wash. A ash. - The machine weighed 12- to, tons, and m turns out nails— 6 „ik,., would Lea -ettei ; rn.-7-H; of ’ diameb inches long and a n i nc h in r, 12 weighing just a!: a pound each. The wire from which they are made passes between a of ro Us which 8trait , ht .. n it , and is then grasped by a pa j r 0 f jaws Whi h pull it forward the proper distun .■ to make a nail. It is then firmly gripped in another set oi jaws and the head is formed by a pow er ful blow with « die of the propel S bape. The headed wire is then pushed along until other dies cut off and shape the point and the finished nail falls from (.},<• rnac hine. if anyone had prophesied five years ago that the little wire bradf then coming into use would be followed in a few years by such spikes, he would have found few believers. rMsgusted. A grated artist somewhat addictec to jovialuy . was painting the portrait o! ryra'MS&es« the painter working, h< the time was delivered his harangue, which he though! say in return, when that personago. the utmost sang froid, smoking hi, p mouth.” «psP“-“ a 'r-” BIG ELEVATOR BURNED. Peoria, Ill.—Union Elevator, No 2, with a capacity of 1,000,000 bushels of grain, burned to the ground late Friday night, incurring a loss of $500, 000 . The building was owned by tltc Chicago, Burlington A Quincy Rail¬ road, and all of the grain firms of the city had grain stored in it. The building contained 900,000 bushels of wheat, oats and corn, which was fully covered by insurance. No accurate estimate could be obtained of the loss or Insurance. The elevator was the largest, in this part of the country, being 130 feet high and 280 feet long. HAD BLOOD MONEY. Atlanta, Ga.—A special from Wal «•«. ••«-«-»«-. «*>-■ that Bud Brooks, an accessory in the ur dcr of J. M . TliwA inJackscn Comity, < Sf*. - * - lias '"'W* n "WA-eiPwd. Brooks says that Grady Reynolds com pelled him to kill Hunt. Brooks had $300 of Hunt’s money when captured. The two murderers got $2,200. Rey¬ nolds is in jail at Gainesville, Ga. STRUCK BY A STORM. Nashville and Near-By Towns Have an 1 ncomfortanle Experience, „ Nashille, TVnn.-A vigorous, brief , )Ut terrifying cyclone struck Nashville Friday about 0:30 o'clock, doing con siderable damage. For the third time since , its erection, nearly t half , ,, a century aC o. the sky-piercing spire which ndon,K ,,K ‘ M " K " ndni ' Cluirch ’ ‘ J0S8i - lily the largest and wealthiest South¬ ern Methodist congregation in the Ft,ion. has suffered injury. This time it lias been completely wrecked, lifted fro!n its lwso m ,d scattered over the tops of adjacent business houses and piled in the near-by alleys. Rumors were ai once circulated that the Centennial Buildings had been wrecked, but, strange to sav. they through unscathed, Scores of the big down town busi ness houses were unroofed, and the Masonic Temple was slightly damaged, r p[ u . office and large barn at the race tra( . k wor( , completely demolished. No ** * Manchester, fifty miles Southeast of Nashville, was struck by a short, but vigorous wind storm about noon, and several houses unroofed. REV. TOMAS DIXON. JR. The Great New York Preacher to \ isit Birmingham. Birmingham. Ala.—Rev. Tlios. Dix¬ on. Jr., the famous New York divine, will lie in Birmingham to lecture April 3d. His theme will be "Modern Babylon.” Mr. Dixon is the successor of the Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage, D. D.. in the Academy of Music, New Y*ork citv. and draws even larger audiences than the great Brooklyn preacher at traded. Mr. Dixon is a Southerner. has all the impnsisoned fire of the Southern orator. “A Live Wired’ is what the unique Rev. Sat n P. Jones eaUis him. Mr. Dixon was to have j ie South on a short tour in but his health would not per- j init. There anfl is a desire remarkably to hear wide- Mr. j sr •end eager - Dixon, as there is porhaj>e no more orator in the world to-day. The cotton mill at .mniston ha* been ru*osperotis, and paid dividends of 25 while other industries were ianguishing. JOKER S BUDGET. Jests and Yarns by Funny Men of the Press. MARY’S LITTLE BIKE. Mary had a little wheel Which she rode to and fro. And. when she put her bloomers on, That wheel was sure to go. TERSE. He—Have you ever had 'our ears pierced ? She—No. but I have often had them bored. A HINT NOT TAKEN. She—What a beautiful day for a drive. He—Yes, it’s too bad your father hasn’t a horse. BRACK AS INDIGO Clara—I suppose the brightest moment in your life was when ack proposed? Cora—Brightest ? There wasn’t a par¬ ticle of light in the room! HIS HANDIWORK. She—What charming leeth Mrs. High sea has.' He—Y T ou flatter me, madam. She—Oh, pardon, you are her husband? He—Oh, no, only her dentist. FREE BATHS. Weary Watkins—Wot you think of tliis scheme of free baths ? Humiry iM. Higgins—They won't git none from No man is goin' to git me : to bathe without payin’ me fer it. AUDIENCE SUPPLIED THE EGGS. The Villain—We made a bad mistake last night. In the barnyard sceue we for¬ got the eggs. The Comedian—Yes, but the audieuce didn’t. HE THOUGHT IT WASN’T. Papa — Isn’t Johnny's new knife sharp? Mama—X think it is. Why ? Papa—He hr.sn't cut himself yet. A LIGHT WEIGHT, SURE. “I see that fellow Dawson got out his new patent kites the other day, and person¬ ally was taken up into the air sixty feet by them. He must be crazy.” light “Not crazy—but certainly a very weight.” A DECIDED ADVANTAGE, Riggs—Hallo, old man! the Briggs—Excuse me, sir ; you have advantage of me. We “Yes; I guess 1 have. were married en¬ gaged to the same girl, but you her.” SURPRISING. Praxiteles—You perhaps wouldn’t think it, but De Pounder, the musician over there, plays entirely by #ar. Fiacre—Is it possible? Is thr <at makes ’em so large ? DREW THE LINK ON CHINKS. Tourist—I suppose you have the Aus¬ tralian vote bttfe? * Draw bead Dick—X sttamMr; I hain’t seeu none around. We've got a couple of Chinamen here hut we wouldn’t let them cusses vote nohow. GLAD TO LOSE HER. Ruth—She is to be married next month ami she will live abroad. May—It will be hard for her parents to lose her. Ruth—Oh! I don't know. They've been trying hard to lose her for the la3t. ten years. A LIGHT TOUCH. As she gazed into the mirror her face blanched. Indeed, for a high color, the new com¬ plexion euamel seemed a profound suc¬ cess. WHEN HOME BURNED. “tray,” observed the shade of Agamem¬ non, inquiringly “while you were playing on that fiddle what were the rest of the people doing ?” “They?’' The shade of Nero smiled. “Ob, they were playing on the flames, tire!” ONLY ONE VOICE BETWEEN THEM. “Then,” said Mr. Watts, describing the church entertainment to his wife, who had been too ill to go, “the Jones girls got up and sang a solo-” “A solo?” asked Mrs. Watts, “IIow could two persons sing a .solo ?” “They only had half a voice apiece.” HE CUT NO ICE. “I can get you a job at cutting ice, if you want it,” said the member of the As¬ sociation for Extending Assistance to the Worthy Poor. *Tm much obliged,” said Perry Patetic, “but seein’ as how I don’t cut no ice socially, 1 guess I might 1st as well keep it up along other lines and not bust me reputation.” SWEETLY AMBIGUOUS. Mr. Fosdick.—And how is the lovely Miss Wilberforee ? Is she as pretty as ever ? Miss Tenspot fsweetly and ambiguous !y).—Oh, yes! Mr. Fosdick. Miss Wil berforce is quite as handsome as she ever was. “and the cat came back.” The kindly old gentleman had been telling them a story, but the bad boy. alter the manner of Ins kind, had not been particularly attentive “And after many year*,’ said the kind¬ ly old gentleman, “En cb Arden returned to his home.” ‘ *< Hit* xclaimed tb •ad boy, sud ieniy waking up to the i ,-i that some came back. e.er knew the name of that cat 1 T HIS P2£ADFt*L REVENGE Trivvet: Did you hear of the dreadful rothiugham to -k on Miss Dim when she refused hi- proposal t Dicer; v hat was it ' “He proposed to mother, as Mrs. Dim w as a wi ow nd now iie won’t a man come to the house to see his daughter. ”