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He was dressed in a neat brown suit and wore a blue bow tie and a new fedora hat. His iron gray mustache was smartly clipped, his complexion ruddy, his hands long and narrow and verv white. He was always very care ful of his hands; by them he had made a precarious living for many, many years. He strolled through the group gath ered in front of the hall, apparently intent only on looking around. Sev eral times he stopped for a moment, then went on again, aimlessly. Once he put his hand into the inside pocket of his coat and smiled a little sadly as it came out empty., He resumed his walk, finally pausing just behind sev eral men standing in a circle talking. Sees Familiar Face. A moment later he felt himself tapped on the shoulder, and from the corner of his eye saw a familiar face. He said nothing, but slowly opened hig right hand, displaying three coins. His captor looked down and picked o el ' l_ 4WKLUJ %fl[" 4, "é v A,%’ ,H'fl;ffl ( %{»‘ 7 s /Mf’fl‘fl & L ‘ ‘ {"' i W 710 W He Said Nothing, but Slowly Opened b His Right Hand. :* * them up one by one—a nickel and two pennies. Then “Deafy” Dowd, who had just been arrested for the twen ty-seventh time, permitted himself the luxury of a smile. He made only one remark while being searched and questioned in the pickpocket squad's room at police headquarters. When detectives sug gested that he must be losing his ability, “Deafy” just smiled; when they told him that if he were con victed he would spend the rest of his life in prison, he smiled. But when it was said that he was the last “of the old bunch,” he shook his head forlornly. No Relatives, No Friends. “Yes, I guess 1 am. The others have all gone.” “Deafy’s” real name is John; his age is seventy-four, He has no par ticular home, but for the last few months has been living as John Mur phy at 100 Bowery. He has no rela tives; no friends. On his 27 arrests he has been convicted 22 times, serv ing four terms in Sing Sing for at tempted grand larceny. His police record began in December, 1887, when he was sentenced to a year in the re formatory for petit larceny. The police say that when he took 7 cents from the pocket of John Kelly of 122 West One Hundredth street he lald himself open to a life term. Man Claims Dog Gets Steak, He Gets Gravy Atlantie City, N, J.—His wife was more fond of her collie than of her husband, Albert Gildersleeve, sixty, told County Judge Willilam H. Smath ers here recently. Mrs. Gildersleeve had complained that her husband left her ten days before and asked the court to compel him to support her. They have been married 20 years, “Every time 1 come home,” Gilder sleeve told the judge, “the dog Is In her lap or arms. She has the dog In her arms when she Is cooking, and when she fries a unice steak the dog gets the steak and I get the gravy.” Judge Smathers gave them a week to patch up their differences. Will of Man Dead 45 Years Filed for Probate Fort Collins, Colo.—~A will made by A man who dled 45 years ago has just been presented for probate in County court here, Charles F. Hanby, who died in Loveland, Colo, In 1883, made the will three years before his death, and 1t was filed jointly with that es his son, Charies M. Hanby, who died October 1. Jumps to Death Gallipolls, Ollo.~While riding to a aearby town, where she was to bave oseen married, Miss Drussie Bates of this city was killed when she jumped trom an automobile which she thought was going to collide with another car. HER VISIT TO ALBERT’S MOTHER (® by D. J. Walsh.) S THE rusty, mud-splashed old car climbed farther and farther up the hill road, Marietta Wells looked wonderingly at the young man beside her. He had never told her enough about his home to lead her to expect anything like this approach to it. . Jolting greatly, the car panted up sharp inclines, reeled down abrupt de scents, toppled about amazing curves where the brilliant autumn foliage flirted against Marietta’s warm young cheeks. She hung to the cover braces and pressed down her feet hard in or der to keep her place. Her hair shook down, her hat jarred loose, her head threatened to roll from her neck. But she laughed through her pretty white teeth, Albert Page did not laugh. He was having all he could do to steer the old car to its destination. His hand some face was one brilliant glow, and his blue eyes had the large pupiled look that comes from mental as well as physical strain. Sudderly they came out of the woods, and Marietta heard her lover give a sigh of relief as he quickened speed along a fairly level stretch of road. One more sharp turn and they paused before a house. It was a farmhouse, low, weather worn, ugly, the kind of house that is all utility, that is made for the pur pose of shelter, and stops when it has performed that service. A few gera niums, which the frost had nipped, stuck in the narrow dooryard. A white hen which was roaming about picked at the dry stalks. A dog lay asleep on the drooping porch and a cat, sit ting on the window-sill within, looked out at the arrivals. Albert sprang out on his side and Marietta followed from her side of the car. Her young limbs felt cramped and still vibratory. At that instant a woman came out of a small tumble-down woodshed with an armful of wood. She was small, hump-backed and at first Ma rietta could not see much of her face because it was concealed by an old gray sunbonnet. “Here’'s mother!” Albert exclaimed. The woman dropped the wood and pushed back the sunbonnet. Her eyes went from her son's face to the face of the girl whom he had brought home, She held out her hand. “I expect this is Marietta,” she said. “Yes,” Marietta flushed. She had worked all her life, bit she noticed that Albert’s mother' hand was as hard as leather, “Come in,” said Mrs. Page, and led the way into the house. “Where's father?” Albert asked. “Cutting wood,” Mrs. Page mo tioned toward the hill which rose steeply behind the house. “Guess I'll leave you to talk and go and see him,” said Albert with a smil ing look. He went away whistling. Mrs. Page looked after him fondly before she turned her attention to her visitor. “Take off your things and sit down,” she said. “I don't think I'll take off my things because I can't stay long,” Ma rietta replied, “I've got to get back to the place where I'm working in time to get supper. Mrs. Hall has a new baby and she isn't very strong.” “You've been there quite a spell, ain't you?” “Two years. It's the only place I've ever worked.” “Are they good to you?” “My, yes! They treat me like one of the family.” “You get good wages, I presume.” “Eight dollars a week.,” The chair fn which Marietta had seated herself creaked warningly. She thought it was going to fall down under her, so she arose and went to sit on the lounge, where she could stroke the cat, She felt embarrassed from' so many questions and such close seru tiny as she was receiving from Al bert's mother. Ever since she became engaged to Albert some months be fore she had known that she must some day make the acquaintance of his parents. She wanted ro get the strangeness over before she was mar ried, “l expect you're getting ready to be married right away,” Mrs. Page sald. “Well" - Marietta flushed. “Of course Albert's in a hurry, but I'd like to walt till spring. It's only that his time 1s out at the place where he's working and—" “Yes. He's planning to come home for the winter,” interrupted Mrs. Page. “1 suppose he's told you his pa's try ing to get him to take this place? Jonas s getting sorta used up and he thinks Albert could do better than he does, He says the house is big enough for us all to live in together. What do you think nbout it?" Marletta answered the question In the tired eyes with a direct glance from her brilliant black ones. “1 don't know. That's what ['ve come to find out today,” she went on carefully. “Of course, It's Albert's home and—and | want to do what's right and best, not for myself, but for Albert—and you--and Albert's father, I was brought up on a farm and-" “You wouldn't call this ¢ farm, would you?” “Why=" Marletta glanced round the room and out of the window at the woods, the steep hill, “It isn't ke what my father's farm 8" she admitted, “1 guess not.,” There was a strong acridity in the woman’s voice. *lt ain’t like what my father's farm was, either.” She left her chair and com fng to the window, stood looking part of the time from the window, part of the time at the wondering face of the young girl. *I married Jonas Page and come here to live the winter I was eighteen. We were so much in love that we couldn’t wait any longer for each other. He said we'd stay with the old folks that winter, but in the spring we’d go by ourselves. But in February his father had a stroke—" She moved her hard hands. “We've been here ever since.” Marietta made a half sound. “You see, you can’t ever tell what's going to happen,” Mrs. Page went on. “But I've always said that no other woman should go through with what I have here in this place. The place, the whole of life, ain’t worth it. You love my boy, but love won’t stay by you long once you get here. Don't I know? And then—" again that strange movement—“ Albert is one of the easy kind, like his father. He ain't got no git-up-and-git to him. I did have, be fore I lost it. You look as if you had, too. But you'll lose it, too, like I did, once you get sot down here in this stone-patch.” Suddenly she grew vehement. “Stones! 1 hate ’'em. But some time I s’pose they’ll bury me under 'em. I don’'t care how soon. But don’t do as I did. Don't you let Al bert do as his pa did. Save yourself first, and save Albert if you can. . But save yourself anyway. Them’s my words to you.” She became silent, staring out of the window with fading eyes. Marietta looked at her. All the girl's young imagination was kindled by the pic ture of that other girl who was now this dreary woman, old before her time. So must she become if she did what Albert wanted her to. She saw a repetition of this woman’s tragedy impending in her own life. Love would go—that intangible, priceless thing hope would go, courage, all the good things that set her aflame now. She would grow gray, sodden—and at last be buried under stones. She leaned forward and took one of Mrs. Page’s hands. s “Look at me!” she commanded. Then passionately. “I believe I'm go ing to be strong enough to save Al bert, you, all of us. He's got to make me a home of his own if he wants to marry. He'll do it,” confidently, “and then together we’ll get you and his father away from here. You shall have a—a sunset at least.” The old woman who was Albert’s mother looked down into the face of the girl who was Albert’'s sweetheart. Her tired face began slightly to glow. “You'll do it?” she gasped. ! Marietta flung up her head, =~ - “Sure, I'll do it!” she cried. | . ¥ ’ ‘— ™ $ Odd-Color Elephants - Worshiped by Siames It is said by experts in such mat ters that rarely has an elephant beer seen that is actually white, though fiesh-colored elephants and elephants of reddish brown have been found. In Siam, the land of the white ele phant, an elephant of abnormal color ing is the symbol of all that is wise and beautifyl. Kings ecrown him, priests worship at his féet and peo ple adore him. About half a century ago the cap ture of a fine salmon-skinned speci men was heralded from the wilds. Preparations were under way for his spectacular advent into Bangkok, the capital, when the word came that the beast had died on the way, overfed by enthusiastic eaptors, The king, it {8 reported, wept and refused to be comforted, for the dead elephant, so it was said, had “blue eyes, soft white halr, pearly tusks, ears like silver shields, a tread like the sound of thunder, an expression meditative and tender.” Pole, an authority on the subject, states that once out of kindness of heart two dwellers in the jungle washed a young elephant that had been mired and was coated with mud. And, lo and behold, his skin when cleaned was a tan color, and they realized that the most desired of all good luck with theirs, They were en nobled, loaded with gifts, allotted grants of land and exempted from taxation, The new-feund treasure, doubtless much bewlldered at the change In his fortunes, was floated down the river to Bangkok on a barge hung with crimson. He was fed on cholce herbs and sweets and he drank perfumed water, Flags and musle marked his progress toward the eapl tal, and the king and his court re celved him with bands., The title of “count” was bestowed upon him and he mounted his dals In the king's stables. At the present time, it Is under stood, only three sacred elephants oc cupy the palace stalls, The most ex traordinary one Is brown-red with pink spots, Nowadays, If an off-enlor animal Is secured, it Is shipped to Bangkok in a prosale freight car and his eaptor gets a moderate rewnrd. The bulky figure of the holy elephant is no longer to be seen on the na tional flag. A university gradoate rules Siam, and old customs are giv ing way to new, e ————————— Light Turned on by Hum One of the latest mechanieal devices is a new switch which floods an alr port with light at the sound of an approaching airplane. The drone of the alrplane motor 18 used to start a sympathetically-tuned reed vibrate Ing; as the airplane approaches the low note of its motor sets the reed in vibration, and the reed in turn switches on the powerful lights, :