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SELF-DENIAL [ A RAMBLE WITH EULOGIA
A Love Story of the Old Spanish Missions
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
Copyntffit. 1M*. by Slar Company
VERY individual would b< ben-
i «-|1t nl b> f a still k ont day out
of eatb seven.
If we believed that tjie command to
ImDoi nix days and rest the seventh
was given to the digestive organs as
well as to the limbs and brain, the
world would contain fewer Invalids.
If we understood the command.
-Thou shall have no other gods be
fore me,” applied to the appetites, us
well as to the religious ideals, much
misery might be saved us.
Scores of people place stnnulants
and foods so prominently in the fore
ground that God is hidden from view.
A woman who believed herself re
ligious declared she would rather die
At once than live on earth If she must
give up what she liked to eat and
drink and take to a diet, of any kind
Not Normal Condition.
Coffee \va» her little Rod, and »he I
found no interest in a day if she was j
deprived of her beverage.
The moment we depend on any one j
thing to eat or drink, as an absolute
necessity to our happiness and com-
fdrt. we are on the way to ill health.
It is not a normal condition.
And It is not a dignified position j
for a sane, grown, educated, whole- j
some-minded man or woman.
To be the slave of anything is to
prove we are not masters. And man
wag meant to be master of himself
and of his environment.
We all need food and drink to sus
tain life; but the moment we need
ONE ARTICLE OF FOOD OR ONE
SPECIAL DRINK In order to feel well
or he happy, we are slaves of a habit,
and should take ourselven In hand
Therefore, it is good to take a fast
now and then, to prove to ourselves
we are not such slaves, and to mak<*
ourselves masters of our own appe
tites.
* A friend writes of his inability to
enjoy life because of his digestive
troubles.
This friend has been always most
self-indulgent; he has taken stimu
lants to give him an appetite, and
spiced and savory dishes to satiate
the appetite. And now he is paying
the penalty.
Here is a recipe for a simple meth
od of home cure; yet it is doubt
ful if this slave to his appetites will
have the strength of character to
put it to the test.
Fast Wholly for two days: drinking
a glass of hot water in the morning
and a glass of moderately cold water
(not Iced) every hour.
The fast will not be difficult. Many
people have pursued their usual avo
cations during longer fasts, and ’felt
no weakness or other annoyance.
Slave of One’s Appetite.
The third morning substitute a
glass of half and half hot miljt and
water. And during the day drink
three more glasses.
The fourth day take two raw eggs,
and drink the hot milk and water
at Interval*.
The fifth day drink two quarts of
the milk, and take the raw eggs if
there Is a desire for more nourish
ment.
The sixth day repeat the diet, and
on the seventh all physical ills will :
he memories, unless there is a more
serious condition which needs a milk
diet Tn that case It Is well to go
into a milk sanitarium
Simple as this experiment is. not
one ailing individual in a score has
the will-power of self-control suffi
ciently developed to carry it out.
To live entirely for a few days on
any plain food, and to drink a quan
tity of water at intervals, will act
ms a cure to numerous maladies. Hut
ihe slave of his appetites must first
become Master.
Strong at Seventy.
'T* HERE are some old men who are
* not to be despised Some are apt
to think that none but young men can
do much Some, indeed, shoot up like
r rocket and go out like one Others
rise slowly, like fixed stars, and as
tl;ev are slow to rise* they are slow to
Cromwell was only a captain when lie
was 41, and his greatest deeds were
performed between 48 and 56, when he
died. \
Young was an old mat) when lie wrote
some of his best poetry, and he was
: when he began his n Night Thoughts."
Thomas Scott wrote as much at TO
as at any period of his life.
Talleyrand at the age of 80 stood at
the head of affairs in France under
Napoleon, and then tinder the Bourbons.
When the Russians were determined
to make u stand and fight the French
before the walls of Moscow, they put
old Kutsof at the head of the army
in the place of Barclay de Tolly
General Blucher was 70 when he was
defeated at Ligny and fell under his
horse, and the French cavalry rode over
him. yet a day or two after he led on
liis Prussians against Napoleon at Wa
terloo. After many years of warfare
(hose old men, Wellington and Soult,
stood at the head of their respective
cabinets, one in England and the other
in Franc preserving h\ their talent
the peace of Europe and the world
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
The rest of th.
for an hum. at*
girls to hear th
which was told
tlons, Eulogia.
dances, hut she
fffvoi’H between
Thomas Garfish
when th«
girls pin
party had been dancing
all gathered about the ;
story of the accident, !
ith six different varia-
itg usual, craved for
aprfcJoiifily divided her
Abe! Hudson and Don
During the Intervals,
nisi* Ians were silent and ih«
J* the guitar or threw cas
ta rones hi iheir admirers, she sat In
th« deep window seat watching the
ponderous waves of the I’aiiflc hurl
themselves against the cliffs, while Hud
son pressed close to her side, disregard
ing the Insistence of Oarfiaa. Finally
the little^ Don from the city went Into j
the dining room to get a glass of an j
gellca, and Hudson caugln at his :
chance.
“Senorita,” he exclaimed, interrupting
one of her desultory remarks, “for a
year I have loved you. and. for many ,
reasons. I have not dared to tell you
I must tell you now 1 can’t keep It |
back any longer. I have no reason t<>
think you care more for me than for a :
dozen other men. but if you marry me
senor!ta. I will build you a beautiful
American house In San Luis Obispo, j
and you can Mien be with ypur friends 1
when business calls me away."
“And w'here will you live when you
are away from me?” asked Eulogia
carelessly “in a rave In the moun ,
tains? He careful of the bandits!"
“Senorita." he replied calmly, “I do
not know what you mean by the things
you say sometimes Perhaps you hgv* 1 i
the Idea thai I am another person
John Dowers or Plo Lena res, for In
stance Do you wish me to bring a
certificate to the effect that I am Abel j
Hudson? I can do so, although I j
thought that (!aliforftiana disdain the
written form and trusted to each other’s
honor, even to the selling of cattle and i
land.”
“You are not a Californian.”
“Ah. senorita God! wharis that?"
A tremendous knocking at the outer
door sounded above the clear soprano of
“A late guest, no doubt. You are
white like the wall. ’ I think the low
ceilings are not so good for your health
as the sharp air of the mountains. Ay,
Dios!"
The last words came beneath her
breath and she forgot Abel Hudson
Th® front door had been thrown open,
and a caballero in riding boots and a I
dark serape wound about his tall figure
had entered the room and flung his som
brero and saddle bags Into a corner
It wos Pablo Ignestria.
He Seeks an Answer.
"At your feet, senora," he said to !
Donu Luisa, who held out both hands,
welcome on her charming face, “f am
an uninvited guest, but when I arrived
at Han Luis I found that all the town
had come to Dona Luisa s famous ball
and 1 rode on, hoping that for friend- |
ship’s sake she would open her hospiia- j
ble doors to a wanderer and let him ;
dance off the stiffness of a long ride."
"You are welcome, welcome. Pablo." I
said Dona Luisa. “Go to the dining 1
room and get a glass of aguadientu. j
then come back and dance until dawn, j
Ignestria left the room with Diego
Quljus, but returned in a fevy moments
and walked directly over to Eulogia, ig
noring the men who stood about her
“Give me this dance." he whispered,
eagerly. "I have something to say to
thee. I have purposely come from Mon
terey to say it."
"Eulogia was looking at him with
angry eyes, her brain on fire But curi
osity triumphed, and she put her hand
on his shoulder as the musicians scraped
their guitars and violins, ami began
to waltz.
"Eulogia!” exclaimed Ignestria, "dost
thou suppect why 1 have returned."
"Why should I suspect what l have
not themght about?"
"Ay. Eulogia! Art thou as saucy as
ever ' But l will tell thee, beloved on®.
The poor girl who bore my name is
dead, and 1 have come to beg an an
swer to my letter. Ay. little one. I
feel thy love Why could thou not have
sent me one word? I was so angry
when week after week passed that no
answer came, that In a fit of spleen I
married the poor sick girl. And what
1 suffered, Eulogia. after that mad act!
Long ago l hud told myself that 1
should have come back for my answer:
that you had sworn you’d write no
letter: 1 should have let you have your
Tr W -. 1 ■*
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i heir feet The sound of pistol shots
were echoing between the hills. Smoke
was arising from the willow forest that
overed the center of the valley.
The Indian whipped up his horse with
in excited grunt, ihe two old women
reeling and clutching wildly at each
other At the same time they noticed
a crowd of horsemen galloping about a
hill which a sudden turn in the road
had opened to view
"It is the vigilantes. said Eulogia.
alinly. from the front seat. “They
are af>er John Power and Bio Lenares
and their lieutenants. After that awful
murder in the mountains
By Gertrude Atherton Ad ^L™c™ < S elotn
I CERTAINLY DO.
FJEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
. am in love with h girl sev
eral years my junior. I'sent her
a diamond locket and it was re
turned by her father. I do not
blame her. She Is not through
school and says she can’t accept
presents. 1 have bought her h
diamond ring and want to know
if I should sent it to her. I al
ways send her candy and she
never thanks me for it. I believe,
from the way she smiles a-t him.
that she loves another man.
Would you advise me to Set her
alone? TROL BLED.
She is only a schoolgirl, and should
not be bothered by attentions from
you or from any man. Her father's
rh _ ntw dav return of the locket should have be-n
me oine. u * . aI] fhe hint you nee ded to prove your
the men of San Luis and the ranches , attentions are un\weleome.
swore they would hunt them out. and
ihis morning they traced them to Los
Quervos. I suppose they have made a
barricade in the willows and the vigi
lantes are trying to fire them out.”
"Thou little brat! Why didst thou
not tell us of this before and not let
us come here to be shot by firing bul
lets?"
“I forgot.” said Eulogia indifferently.
They could see nothing, but curiosity,
in spite of their fear, held them to the
spot. Smoke and cries, shouts and
curses came from the willows; flocks of
agitated crows circled screaming
thro'ugh the smoke, and the men on the
hill, their polishes horses and brilliant
attire flashing !n the sun. kept up a
ceaseless galloping, halloing and waving
of combreros. The beautiful green and
golden hills looked upon a far different
YOU DID RIGHT.
HEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I have been keeping com
pany with a young lady for the
past four months. About seven
girls in the neighborhood have
formed a club, to which this
young lady belongs. I know two
of the girls of that club to be not
altogether reputable characters. I
told this girl of these two. and
advised her to give up this club
until these two mentioned girls
either quit, or were told to do so.
She immediately told me to Ynind
my own business, so I have not
spoken of it since.
Did I do’right in this case?
FAITHFUL.
You were right to warn her, and if
you are sure of your premises and she
continues to disregard your warning,
scene from the cavalcades to which j tell her brother or mother what you
were accustomed. Even Don j have learned.
Suddenly she came face to face with Pablo Ignestria.
little caprices, but 1 did not reason un
til”—
"I answered your letter!” exclaimed
Eulogia furiously. “Thou knowest that
I answered It. Thou only wished to
humble me because I had sworn that I
would write to no man. Traitor! I hate
thee Thou were engaged to the girl
all the time thou wert here."
“Eulogia. believe! Believe!"
”1 would not believe thee if thou kiss
ed the cross. Thou saidst to thyself:
‘That little coquette. I will teach her a
lesson! To think the little chit should
fancy an elegant Montereno could fall
In love with her.’ Ah! ha! O Dios!
I hate thee, thou false man of the
world! Thou Art the very picture of
the men I have read about in the books
of Senor Duma a; and yet I was fooled
by thy first love-word! But I never
loved thee. Never, never! It was only 1
a fancy—because thou wert from Mont
erey I am glad thou didst not get my
letter, for l hate thee! 1 hate thee!”
He whirled her into the dining room.
No one else was there. He kissed her
full on the mouth.
‘'Dost thou believe me now?" he
asked.
She Strikes Him.
She raised her little hand and struck
him on the face, hut the sting was not
hotter than her lips had been.
"May the saints roll, thee in perdi
tion!" she cried hoarsely. "May they
thrust burning coals into the eyes that
Med to nie! May the devil bite off the
fingers that made me shame myself.
I hate thee! I! I! Who hare fooled
so many men—to have been rolled in
the dust oy thee!”
He drew hack and regarded her sadly.
"I see that it Is no use to try to con
vince thee." he said; “and I have no
proof to show that I never received
thy letters But while the stars jewel
the heavens. Eulogia, 1 shall love thee
and believe that thou lovest me."
He opened the door and she swept
past him into the saia. Abel Hudson
stepped forward to offer his arm. and
for the moment Pablo forgot Eulogia.
“John Power!" he cried.
Going on a Visit.
Hudson, with an oath, leaped back
ward. sprang upon the wnidow seat,
and smashing the pane with his pow
erful hand, disappeared before the
startled man thought of stopping him.
“Catch hfm! gulch him!" cried Ig-
nestria, excitedly. It is John Power.
He stood me up a year ago!" He
whipped his pistol from the saddle-bags
In the corner, and, opening the door,
ran down the road, followed by the
other men, shouting and firing their
pistols into the air. But they were
too late. Power had sprung upon Ig-
neatria’s horse and was far on his way.
The next day Eulogia went with her
mother and Aunt Anastaria to pay a
visit of sympathy to Dona Jacobs at
Los Quervos. Eulogia’s eyes were not
so bright nor her lips so red as they
had been the night before, and she
had little to say as the wagon jolted
over the rough road, past the cypress
fences, then down between the beauti
ful tinted hills of Los Quervos. Dona
Pomposa sat forward on the high seat,
her feet dangling Just above the floor,
her hands crossed as usual od her
stomach, a sudden twirl of thumbs
punctuating her remarks. She wore a
loose black gown trimmed with ruffles,
and a black rebosa about her head.
Aunt Anastacia was attired in a like
manner, but clutched the side of the
wagon with one hand and an Ameri
can sunshade with the other.
“Poor Jacoba!" exclaimed Dona Pom
posa. "Her stern heart is heavy this
day. But she had such a sense of her
duty. Anastacia! Only that makes her
so stern.”
“O-h-h-h. y-e-e-s." When Aunt An
astacia was preoccupied or excited these
words came from her with prolonged
outgoing and indrawing
•’ “I must ask her for the recipe for
those cakes—the lard ones. Anastacia,
I have lost it.”
they
Roberta Duncan, a black silk handker
chief knotted about his head, was dash
ing on his gray horse up and down the
valley between the hills and the willows,
regardless of chance bullets. And over
all shone the same old sun. indifferent
ly slaugnter and pleasure alike.
Bullets Fly Thickly.
"Sure, Anastacia. all those bullets
must shoot some one."
••O-h-h y-e-e-s.” Her sister was
grasping; the sunshade in both hands,
her eyes darting from her head, a!
though she never removed their gaze
from the center volume of smoke.
"Ay, now we can sleep in peace if
those murdering bandits are to be kill
ed. exclaimed Dona pomposa. "1
have said a rosary' every night for tivs
years that they might be taken. To
think that we have been petting the
worst of them, as if he were General
Castro or Juan Avardo! To think, my
Eulogia. that that thirsty wildcat has
had his arm about thy waist more times
than l can count!”
"He danced very well—aha!"
Aunt Anastacia giggled like an idiot.
Dona Pomposa gave a terrific shriek^,
which Eulogia cut in two with her hand
A man had crawled out of the bush
near them. His face was black with
powder; one arm hung limp at his side.
Dona Pomposa half raised her arm
to signal the men on the hill, but her
daughter gave it such a pinch that she
fell back on the seat, faint for a mo
ment.
To Be Continued Monday.
Shots Ring Out.
“O
H-H-H. y-e-e-s. I love those
cakes."
"1 wonder will she give Eu
logia a mantilla when the chit marries?
She has a chest full.”
"Sure, Jacoba is generous."
"My poor friend! Ay. her heart.
What Is that?”
She and Aunt Anastacia stumbled to
What Is Sunshine?
A little gold amidst the gray—
That’s sunshine:
A little brightness on the way—
That’s sunshine;
A little spreading of the blue.
A little widening of the view'.
A little heaven breaking through
That’s sunshine.
A little looking for the light
That’s sunshine;
A little patience through the night
Thfit’s sunshine;
A little bowing of the will,
A little resting on the hill.
A little standing very still-
That's sunshine.
v little smiling through the tears-
That’s sunshine:
A little faith behind the fears—
That’s sunshine:
A little folding of the hand,
A little yielding of demand.
A little grace to understand —
That’s sunshine.
SHE HAS CONFESSED TOO MUCH.
HEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
How can a young man 18
years of age who has been going
with a girl of the same ago for
about seven months tell if she
loves him without asking her?
She has already confessed to him
that she cares for him.
A SERIOUS PERSON.
There are a hundred wayp. In th
first place, she has given him ever>
reason for knowing it by going with
him seven months.
The confession that she cares for
him is proof enough for the most
timid man. I am sorry she made it,
since it seems to have carried no con
viction with it.
DON'T TRY.
I")EAR MIS? 'MRFAX:
^ I am 19 ilid deeply in love
with a man five years my senior.
When he is with me he is very at
tentive, but he sometimes breaks
a date with me on account of his
business. He seems to care for
his business more than he does
for me. How can I make him love-
me more, and not break dates
with me on account of business
engagements? MAUDE.
His devotion to his business will be
appreciated more by you when you
are older, and know' what a trail of
trouble attends life with a man who
neglects every business opportunity.
For this reason, be glad, and don’t
try to make him negligent.
SHE IS UNREASONABLE.
IAEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am 19 and am deeply in love
with a young lady one year
younger. When I call at her home
I am detained until a very late
hour, which interferes with my
sleep, and the consequence is that
I am frequently late in arriving at
tliv office. I spoke to her of thi.
hut she said that tf I loved her?, !
much as I Bay I do r would not I
mind staying; late. Would vo,
advise me to Sue her up „„
account .' VICTOR e !
She is ao unreasonable that if
lost your position because of vour iV? i
hours she would show you no ' '
pathy, nor in any way consider s”,
self in fault. Tell her you can I
only so late; and stick to that re,
olulion. I am sure she will asr!!
rather than give you up.
WAIT A WHILE.
r\EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man and hav,.
kept company much with a youiw
lady for the last five years r,
cently. when calling at her houit
she acted very indifferent. I would'
like to have my letters and pic
tures returned. Would it |,.
proper for me to request her to
return them upon returning all I
have received from her"
A READER.
You have been close friends for flv,
years and would end It all becau».
she seemed indifferent?
Your readiness to accept dismissal
is suspicious. Do you want your
friendship to terminate? Perhaps she 1
was cool because you have been con- *|
tent with monopolizing her for five
years and have said nothing about aa
engagement. Think it over.
AS A BOARDER.
HEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I have been corresponding
with a girl for over two vears
but have never seen her, except
from a picture. I am going to her
home town next month and she
has asked me to come to her
house and stay while there. I :
will be on business and will be
there about two weeks. Would It
be right for me' to stop at he,- -
house? From what I understand i
it is a boarding house.
ANXIOUS.
If you stay at her home it must oe
as a boarder, and on no other term?.
It would be in better taste for you to
go to some other hotel.
YOU MUST OVERCOME IT.
r)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young girl of 16 and
deeply in lore with a young man
of 20. .How can I hide my esteem
from him and how may I know
that mv regard is returned?
ANXIOUS.
You are only 16, and too young to
know whdt love it. Put all thoughts
of this man out of mind. It will
mean your greater happiness when
you are a few years older.
CERTAINLY NOT.
P)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
^ 1 am 19 and in the wholesale
business, and I have been going
with a girl 16 years of age for
almosf a year. I asked her to
marry me the other night and she
said her uncle avould refuse. She
said she loved me. If I can ge- 'I
her to consent, would you steal
her or not? DON'T KNOW.
She is only 16—top young for an;
man to steal.
•Your love is not worth much if it
can't wait three or four years.
IT SEEMS HOPELESS.
TV EAR MISS FAIRFAX
U I am nineteen, and dearly in
love with b- ET'rl the same age, but
she doesn’t st em to love me. Her
mother and father don't like me.
What can I do to gain her love, as
I love no one else?
DEVOTED.
With the girl and her mother and
father all opposed to you. I see noth
ing for yob to do but to take your
heart elsewhere.
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
IN OLD SICILY
TO-DAY’S COMPLETE SHORT STORY
I T is difficult to realise what Sicily
wan while it was under the rule
of the kings of Naples. So many
old chivalrous customs, so much Old
World politeness had remained in this
island of beautiful mountains that its
ways were almost Arabian.
You know how excessive is the po
liteness of the Orientals, and polite
ness of the same kind came naturally
to the old-time Sicilians who were not
much affected by the progress of the
world outside.
A brainless old fellow sitting on his
farm was treated with a considera
tion a* if he had been a feudal baron
and was honored and feared by the
uncouth and wild peasants who sur
rounded him.
At Palermo the most unimportant
little nobleman kept fin his ram
shackle palace two or three beggars
whom he called his valets and proud
ly entered his tumbledown old-fash
ioned tumbril, which was styled “His
Gra*-*s£ carriage." while he looked
around to all sides to discover if per
chance some rascal should neglect to
salute him properly *
Who Would Have Smiled?
Greatly amusing it was. too. to see
”11 signore conte" go to mass on Sun
day accompanied by his noble con
sort. dressed in a faded, but once ■glo
rious, gown and with an enormous
bouquet in the hand. But who would
have dared smile? And when the
proud personage exclaimed: "Oh, sig
nor. what a beautiful cane; what an
exquisite old watch you have,” who
would have been impolite not to an
swer as custom demanded: "Why.
signor, it is a pleasure to me to offer
it to you." But to accept the c*ane
or the watch would have been grossly
improper, nay almost an insult.
Thus were customs In Sicily No
matter ^ hat you might express your
1 admiration of the result would be
I these words; ”1 should be delighted
j if you would deign consider it your
own.” But it was always understood
' that jio such offer must ever be ac-
: « opted. It w as a mere form of po-
; liteness.
Now. it happened in the year 1869
! that the Chevalier Emilio Gavarotti.
leturning from Paris, brought back a
housekeeper to look after his estates.
onsDting of two barren fields and
•me it.islur>• old n.*a. Aionn ale.
a musi be mentioned that this!
manager was insolently young, pretty
—nay. almost beautiful—and that she
wore crinolines which • created a
scandal at Palermo, as well as a yel
low, exceedingly Parisian chignon,
which made her an object of hatred
to the noble ladies of Palermo. But
Chevalier Gavarotti was full of praite
of her.
“She is an exceedingly able book
keeper." he said. “I always got
mixed up in my accounts, but now 1
feel certain that the peasants,on my
estate will no longer be able to cheat
me.”
And he added, with some emotion:
’ Her name is Zelie. She was cash
ier in a great slore in Paris, quite
close to the hotel where I stopped. 1
found it very difficult to make the
manager part w ith such a smart and
loyal employee. She speaks Italian
and is a perfect lady in every way.”
But the Sicilians, who felt deeply
insulted, gravely shook their heads.
There was not the slightest doubt
that the chevalier, who was a bache*
lor. was in danger of falling in love
with a mere adventuress, and they
felt grieved that sooner or later the
descendant of the noble Gavarotti®
would lower himself by marrying his
servant.
Chevalier Emilio Gavarotti's closest
friend w as his neighbor. Count Cegare
l mberto. who. like himself, was 1 an
old bachelor, but a protid and fine
looking specimen of manhood in spite
of hie gray hair. He was. in favt.
considered a most irresistible Don
Juan. and. the frivolous coquettish
Zelie was not slow in discovering hie
fine looks and manners. Count Cesare
sighed at the thought that this charm
ing Purisienne. who seemed to be oc
cupied with her account books, would
soon leave her desk to become f$ignoya
C»ava rotti.
bni day. with a malicious wina in
nis eye, Count Cesare set out to visit
his friend in hie house near Monreale.
When he departed after saluting the
pretty housekeeper in her office he ex
claimed:
W hat an invaluable secretary you
have, mv dear friend. This young
Mademoiselle Zelie is really stunning,
and how sdncearelv devoted she seems
to her work. She is indeed worth
more than her weight in gold. You
have found a pearl among housekeep
ers.”
The Chevalier laughed.
V\ h.v ,my dear Cesare, she is yours
if you want her." he said, jokingly.
The .Count did not hesitate a single
moment. He went into the office
where Zelie was sitting and said:
Will You Come?
"Mademoiselle, the Chevalier has
permitted me to take you into my
service immediately. 1 am willing to
pay twice your present salary. Will
you come?”
The young lady, astonished and
furious at being thus disposed • of
without being consulted, turned to
the Chevalier.
“Is this true. Signor?”
Emilio Gavarotti was indignant, but
his face betrayed no feeling.
"Yes, it is quite true, my child. You
may leave whenever you want to.” he
said. /
Sicilian politeness left him nothing
el^e to do, but he swore that he would
get even
A few days later he rang the bell of
the Count’s palace in Palermo, with a
smile on his lips.
"My dear Count." he said, as soon
as he was inside the door "what an
incomparable secretary' you have Her
intelligence equals her loyalty, she is
evidently a most scrupulous* and hard
worker a rare treasure among secre
taries.”
The Count looked h the Chevalier
rather uneasily; he did not like the
situation at all. But the Chevalier
did not smile. On the contrary, he
bit his teeth together and hissed:
“Well, Count! What do you say?'
“What should I say?" asked Cesare.
“What should you ray? Why, com
mon Sicilian politeness requires you
to offer her to me when I praise ht/
as I did just now. Everv gentleman
would know what to do in your posi
tion. it is only r the rabble who ignore
good tone.”
The two men stood facing each
other, livid with rage.
"Chevalier.” hissed Count Cesare, at
!aK. “your servant belongs to you.
Take her back. But you have Insult
ed me, and I am going to kill you to
morrow morning."
Being a splendid shot, he did as he
had said. The next morning a duel
took place afid Chevalier Gavarotti
fell dead with a bullet in his heart.
Mile. Zelie ended her da vs as Coun
tess Zelie Umberto, but She soon be-
‘ ame so arrogant that it wa« too
much even for h«r husband, and more
than once he. was tempted to chase
her out of his houra. Many times he
reproached fiimself .for having failed
to follow the dictates of common po
liteness.
"If 1 had let the poor Chevalier keep
that hoyden," he often sighed, "she
would now have been Signora Emilio
Gavarotti. and my life would have
been far happier and my conscience
easier ”
"Yes. ma’am,” said Harry, the out-
o-work man, # "I know I look like a
strong man. but out of my fifty years
of' life I’ve spent over sixteen years in
bed."
1 “Why, you poor man!" replied the
lady, sympathetically, handing him a
cbpper. "What has been the trouble
| paralysis?”
?\o, ma’am,” said Harry; "jest a
reg’lar habit of sleepin’ eight hours
a day, qia-am.”
A man whose chimney w*as smok
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