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4 4 THE MAGAZT SELF-DENIAL a RAMBLE WITH EULOGIA A Love Story of the Old Spanish Missions By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX I Copyright, 1913, by Star Company VERY' individual would be* bon- ffltod by fasting out* da> <»ut of each seven. 1 If we believed that the command t<* la hoi six days and rest the seventh wap giv;n to the digestive nrt;.m* well as to the limbs and brain, the world would contain fewer invalids. If we understood the command, “Thou ehalt have no other god* be fore me,” applied t<* the appetites, as well as to the rellgibus ideals, much misery might be saved us. Scores of people place stimulants and foods so prominently in the fore- l’’ground that Oml ix hidden from view. A woman who believed herself re ligious declared she would rather die | at once than live on earth if sh By Gertrude Atherton give up what she drink and take to must liked to*eat and diet of any kind. Not Normal Condition. Coffer her little god. and .site found no interest in a day if she was deprived of her beverage. Xhe moment we depend on any one thing to eat or drink, as an absolute necessity to our happiness and com fort, we iiif on the way to ill health. It is not a normal condition. Ar.d it Is not a dignified position for a sane, grown, educated, whole* | some-minded man or woman. | To be the slave of anything is t»» prove we are not masters. And man was meant to be master of himself and of his environment. We all need food and drink to sus tain life; but tin moment we need ONE ARTICLE OF FOOD OR ONE SPECIAL DRINK in order to feel wel or be happy, we are slaves of a habit, and should take ourselves in hand Therefore, it is good to take a fast now and then, to prove to ourselves we are not such slaves, and to make \ ourselves masters of our own appe tites. A friend writes of his inability to enjoy life because of bin digestive troubles. This friend has been always most aelf-indulgent. he has taken stimu lants to give him an appetite, and spiced and savory dishes to satiate the appetite. And now lie is paying the penalty. Here Is a reeipe 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 tnot iced) every hour. « The fapt 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. a The third morning substitute a glass of half and half hot milk and water. And during the day drink three more glasses 1 The fourth day take two raw eggs, and drink the hot milk and water at intervals. „ 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 be memories, unless there is a more serious condition which needs a milk H diet In that ease it is well to go f * into a milk sanitarium. Simple as this experiment is. 'tint, one ailing individual in a score has f * the will-power of self-control suffi ciently developed to carry it. out. m To live entirely for a few days on any plain food, and to drink a quart | tity of water at intervals, will act «s a cure to numerous maladies But the slave of his appetites must first become Master. Strong at Seventy. <r HKKF. BT-I- Home <>I<1 men who #ie S ; * not to be despised. Some are a pi to think that none hut young men can v do much. Some, Indeed.' shoot up like a rocket and go out like one. Others 'rise slowly, like fixed stars, and as f tijey are slow to rise they art- slow to set. Cromwell was only a captain when hr " was 41, and his greatest deeds were performed between tx and M», when he •„ died Truing was an old man when he wrote some of his best poetry, and he was * §© when he began his "Night Thoughts Thomas Seqtt wrote as much at 70 p at any period of his life. Talleyrand at the age of 80 stood "at the head of affairs in France under Napoleon, and then under the Bourbons When the Russians were determined to make a stand and tight the French before (he wails of Moscow, they put old Kutsof at the head of the army in the place pf Barclay be Tolly. General Blueher was 70 when he was defeated at Ligny and fell under his horse, gml the French cavalry rode over him: yet a day or two after he led on Ilia Prussians against Napoleon at Wa terloo After many years of warfare those old men, Wellington and Soult, stood at the head of their respective cabinets, one in England and the other in France, preserving by their talent th« peace of Europe ami the world. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. ! The resi of the fiurty had been da nil rig j for an hour, and all gathered about the i girls to hear ihe story of the accident, which was rohi with six different varia tions, Eulogia. as usual, craved for j dances, hut she capriciously divided her j favors between Abel Hudson and Don j Thomas OarflaM. During the intervals, wher. the musicians were silent and the ! gir’s played the guitar or threw cas- ' I canines at their admirers, she sat ini j the deep window seat watching the. i | ponderous waves of the Pacific hurl | themselves against the cliffs, while Hud- l son pressed close to her side, disregard* ! ling the Insistence of tiarfias. Finally, ! the llttje Don from the city went into J ihe dining room to get a glass of an { ) geliea, and Hudson caught at his ; chance. "Henorita," lie exclaimed, interrupting j one of her desultory remarks, "for a \car I have loved you, and. for maty reasons, I have not dared to tell you. I must tell you now- -I can't keep it i back any longer. 1 have no reason to : think you • are more for me than for a dozen other men. but if you marry me, , senorfta. I will build you a beautiful American house In San Luis Obispo, land you can then be wjlh your friends when business calls me away "And where will you live when you are away front me'"' asked Eulogia. I carelessly. "In a cave in the moun I tains? He. careful of the bandits!" "Henorita." he replied calmly,* "I do , not know what you mean by the things i you say sometimes. Perhaps, you have i the idea that 1 am another person » i John Pow ers or Pio Lcnarcs, for In - stunwc |to you wish me to bring a j certificate to the effect that I am Abel Hudson? I '-an do so, although f I thought that Californians disdain Hie j written form and trusted do each other’s I honor, even to Ihe selling of cattle and j land. - ’ "You are not a Californian." ! "Ah, senorita Opd! whai is that ." A tremendous knocking at the outer door sounded above 1 tie 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 ilie mountains. Ay; : Dios!" The last words ognie beneath her hreatl^ and she forgot Abel Hudson. The front door had been thrown open, and a caballero in riding boots ami a dark serape wound about ids ihII figure had entered the room and flung his som- ; brero and saddle bags inio a corner. It was Pablo Ignestrla. He Seeks an Answer. "At your feei, senora," he said to Dotm Luisa, who held out both hands, welcome on her charming face "I am nn uninvited truest, but when I arrived let Han Luis I found that all the town ! bad come to Dona Luisa's famous ball, and I rode on, hoping that for friend ship's sake she would open her hospitg- | ble doors to a wanderer and let him j dance off tlie stiffness of a long ride." "You are welcome, welcome, Pablo," said Dona Luisa. "Go to the dining room and get a glass of aguadienta. then come back and dance until dawn." Ignestrla left the room with Diego Quljas, but returned in n few moments |and walked directly over to Eulogia, ig- j noring the men who stood about her. ^ "Clive me this dance," he whispered. I eagerly. "I have something to say to I thee 1 have purposely come from Mon- : terey to say it." "Eulogia was looking at him with angry ayes, her brain on fire. Bui curl- ! osity triumphed, and she put her hand j on his shoulder as the music lank scraped ! their guitars and violins, and began to waltz. j "Eulogia!" cNcffiimeil Ignestrla, "dost thou suspect why I have returned." j "Why should I suspect what 1 have not thought about?" "Ay, Eulogia! \ Art thou as saucy us eve. * Hut I will tell thee, beloved one. i The poor girl who bore my name Is dead, and I have come to beg an an- ! swer to my letter Ay, little one. l feel thy love. Why could thou not have sent me one word? 1 was so angry i when week after week passed that no | answer came., that in a fit of spleen 1 married the poor sick girl And what ! I suffered. Eulogia, after that mad act! Long ago I had told myself that J I should have come back for my answer; ! that you had sworn you'd write no letter; I should have let you have your j their feet. The sound of pistol shots were echoing between the hills. Smoke was arising from the willow forest that covered the center of the valley. The Indian whipped up his horse with an excited grunt, die two old women reeling and clutching wildly at each other At the same time they 'noticed a crowd of horsemen galloping about a lull which a sudden turn in the road had opened to view. "It is the vigilantes. said Eulogia, calmly, from the front seat. "They are aLer John Power and Bio Lenares and their lieutenants. After that awful Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. I CERTAINLY DO. n EAR MISS FAIRFAX: 1 am In love with a girl se\ - era I years my junior. I sent hel a diamond locket and it was re turned by her father. I do no blame her. She is not througu school and says she can't accept presents, i have bought bet a 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 at him. that she loves another man Would von advise me to let he* alone? TROl RLED. She is only a schoolgirl, and should not b< bothered by attentions from you or from any man. Her fathers return of the locket should have been all the hint you needed to prove your murder in the mountains* ihe other day ihe men of San Luis ami the ranches ; attentions are unwelcome, swore they would hunt them out. and j,his morning they traced them to Los Quervos. 1 suppose they have made a barricade in the willows ami the vigi lantes are trying to fire them out. “Thou little brat! Why didst thou not tell u^ of this befpre and not lei YOU DID RIGHT. TAKAH MISS FAIRFAX; l have been keeping Suddenly she came face to face with Pablo Ignestria. but I not reason un little caprices tU” v "l answered your letter'.'' exclaimed Eulogia furiously. "Thou kuowest that 1 answered it. Thou only wished to humble me because I bad sworn that I would write io no man. Traitor! 1 hate thee. Thou were engaged to the girl aM tlie time thou wert here "Eulogia, believe' Believe!" "1 would not believe thee if thou kiss ed the «.*ross. 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 r Ah! ha! (> Dios! ) hate thee, t Don false man of the world! Thou Art the very picture of the men I have read about in the books of Senor Dumas; and yet I was fooled by thy first love-word! Hut I never loved thee. Never, never! It was only a fancy because thou wert from Mont erey I am glad thou didst not get my letter, for I hate thee! I hate thee!" He whirled her into the dining room. No one else was there. He kissed her full on the mouth. :i)ost thou believe me now?" he asked. She Strikes Him. She raised her little hand and struck hint on the face, but the >ting 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 tlte eyes that lied to me’ May the devil bite off the fingers that made me shame myself. I hate thee! I! I! Who have fooled so many men —to have been rolled in the dust by thee!" He drew back 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 stays jewel the heavens. Eulogia. I shall love thee and believe that thou lovesi me." He opened the door and she swept past him into the sala. Abel Hudson stepped forward to offer his arm, anti 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 erf til hand, disappeared before the startled man thought of stopping him. "Catch him! catch him!" cried Ig nestrla. 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 I too late. Power had sprung upon Ig- j nestria’s horse and was far on his way. The next day Eulogia went with her mother and Aunt Anastacia to pay a visit of sympathy to Dona Jacobs at TjO» Quervos. Eulogia’s eyes were not so bright nor her lips sd ted 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 tlie beauti ful timed hills of Los Quervos. Dona Pomposa sat forward on the high seat, her feet dangling just above the floor, her hands crossed as usual on 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 fanner, but clutched the side of the wagon with one harfld and an Ameri can sunshade with, the other. "Poor Jacoba!" exclaimed Dona Pom posa. "Her stern heart is heavy this day. Hut she had such a sense of her duty. Anastacia! Only that makes her j 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." us come • here to be shot by firing bul lets?" * | forgot." said Eulogia indifferently, j 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 , through the smoke, and the men on the hill, their polished, horses and brilliant attire flashing in the sun. kept up a ceaseless galloping, halloing and waving of eotnbreros. The beautiful green and | golden hills looked upon a far different scem!| from the cavalcade* they were accustomed. Even Don 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 to slaugnter and pleasure alike. Bullets Fly Thickly. "Sure, Anastacia. all those bullets must shoot some one." 4 "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 - e(,. exclaimed Dona Pomposa. ‘ l have said a rosary every night for five Tears that they might be .taken. To think that we have been petting the worst of them, as if he were General Castro or Juan Avuriio! To think, my Eulogia, that chat thirsty wildcat has had his arm about thy waist more times than I 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 ; pany with a young lady for the past four months. About seven girls in the neighborhood have formed a club, to which this voting ladv 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 lip this club until these two mentioned girls either quit, or were told to do so. She immediately told me to mind . my own business, so I have not spoken of it since. Did I do right in this ease .’ FAITHFUL. You were right to warn her. and if you are sure of your premises and she continues to disregard your warning, which tell her brother or mother what you have learned. SHE HAS CONFESSED TOO MUCH. D ear miss Fairfax: How can a young man 18 y ears of age who has been going with a girl of the same age 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 way*. In the first place, she has given him every 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. LA EAR MISS FAIRFAX: ^ I arfi 19 and 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, ajtd not break dates with me on account of business engagements? MAUDE. Hi^ devotion to hi.* business will 1>? powder: one arm bung limp at his side, appreciated more by you when you Dona Pomposa half raised her arm | are older, and know wrfat a trail of to signal the men on the hill, bin her trouble attends life with a man who daughter gave it such a pinch that she neglects every business opportunity fell ba ment. ■k <»n the seat, faint for a mo- To Be Continued Monday. j What Is Sunshine? Shots Ring Out. 4 4 H-H-H. l O s-'S. 1 love those * kes." "I wonder will she give Eu logia a mantilla when, the chit marries? Site has a chest full." "Sure. Jacoba is generous." friend! Ay, her 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 tlie light— That's sunshine; A little patience through the night That’s sunshine; A little bowing of the will, A little resting on the hill. A little standing very still That's sunshine. For this reason, be glad, and don’t ‘fry to make him negligent. SHE IS UNREASONABLE. • FAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 19 and am deeply in love with a young lady one year younger. When J call at her home I am detained until a very late hour, which interferes with my >ieep. and the consequence is that I am frequently late in arriving at the office. I spoke to her of this but she said that If I loved her as much as 1 say I do I would not mind staying late. Would you advise me to give her up on this account? VICTOR C She is so unreasonable that if yon lost your position because of yourinv hours site would show you no sym pathy. nor in any way consider hot- self in fault. Tell her you can stay only so late; and stick to that res olution. I am sure she will agree rather than give you up. WAIT A WHILE. I YEAR MISS FAIRFAX: K' I am a young man and have kept company much with a young lady for the last five years. Re cently. when calling at her house, she acted very indifferent. I would like to have my letters and pic tures returned. Would it be proper for me to Tequeat her to return them upon returning all I have received from her? A READER. Y'ou have been close friends for five years and would end it all beoaute she seemed Indifferent? Your readiness to accept dismissal is suspicious. Do you want your friendship to terminate? Perhaps she was cool because you have been con tent with monopolizing her for five years and have said nothing about an engagement. Think it over. AS A BOARDER. D ear miss Fairfax: i have been corresponding with a girl $pr over two years, but have nevftr ®een her, except from a picture. I am going to he? 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 her house? From what I understand 1t is a boarding house. ANXIOUS. If you stay at. her home it must oe as a boarder, and on no other terms. It would be in better taste for you to go to some other hotel. YOU MUST OVERCOME IT. P)EAR MISS FAIRFAX: ■L- 7 I am a young girl of 16 and deeply in love with a young man of 20. How can J hide my esteem from him and how may 1 know that my regard is returned? ANXIOUS. You ate only 16. and too young to know what love It. Put all thought* of this man out of mind. It will mean your greater happiness when you are a few years older. CERTAINLY NOT. PJEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 19 and in the wholesale business, and I have been going with a girl 16 years of age for almost a year. I asked her to marry me the other night and she said her uncle would refuse. She said she loved me. If I can ge' her to consent, would you steal her or not? DON’T KNOW. She is only 16—too young for any man to steal. Your love is not worth much if it can't wait three or four years. IT SEEMS HOPELESS. D ear miss Fairfax: I am nineteen, and dearly in love with a girl the same age, but she doesn't seem to love me. Her mother and father don’t like me. What t an 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, T see noth ing for you to do but to take your heart elsewhere. Up-to-the-Minute Jokes V little smiling through the teats That’s sunshine; A little faith behind the fears 1 — That's sunshine: A little folding of the hand, "My poor friend! Ay, her heart. | A little yielding of demand. \N hat is that?" j a little gTace to understand— She and Aunt Anastacia stumbled to 1 That's sunshine. IN OLD SICILY TO-DAY’S COMPLETE SHORT STORY "Y'es. ma’am," said Harry, the oul- o-work man. "1 know T look like a strong man, but out of my fifty years of life I've spent over sixteen years in bed." "Why, you poor man!" replied the lady, sympathetically, handing him a copper. "What has been the trouble — paralysis?” No, ma'am," said Harry; "jest a reg'lar habit of sleepin' eight hours a day, ma-am." % • A man whose chimney was smok ing was looking for some one to stop it from doing so. An old mason went to him one day and said: "I will tell you a way of sapping ; | your chimney rrom smoking if you | give me a glass of beer." The man. pleased with the offer. ! gave him the beer. When the mason j was finished the oiher asked . him "Oh, Jack, l must have a new dress for Muriel’s party!" "Dress, dress—nothing but dress! Haven’t you a mind for anything higher than dress-" "Higher? Yes. 1 need a new hat!” Patient—Bu-t. doctor, you are not ask ing $10 for merely taking a cinder out of my eye- Specialist—Er—no. My charge is for removing a foreign substance from the cornea. I T L difficult to realize \vh:it Sicily was white 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 ot 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 hiR 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 i**usants who sur rounded him. At Palermo the most unimportant little nobleman kept in 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 Grace'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? Greatlv amusing it was. too. to see "il signore eonte" 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 -mile? 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 i a pleasure to me to offer it to you." Hut to accept the cane or the watch would have been grossly improper, nay almost an insult. Thus w« ie customs in Sicily. No matter what you might express your admiration of the result would be these words: "1 should be delighted if you would deign consider it your own." But it was always understood that no such offer must ever be ac cepted. It was a mere form of po liteness. Now. it happened in the year 1869 tb it the .Fhevaliet; Emilio Gavarotti. iefurning from Paris, brought back a housekeeper to look after his estates, consisting of two barren fields and some pasture land mat Monreale. it must b« 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 praise of her. “She is on exceedingly able book keeper,” he said. “I always got mixed up in my accounts, but now I feel eertain 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 store in Paris, quite close to the hotel where 1 stopped I found it very difficult to make the manager part with 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* lot. was in danger of falling in love) with a mere adventuress, and they felt grieved that sooner or later the' descendant of the noble Gnvarottisj would low er himself by marrying hi? j servant. Chevalier Emilio Gavarotti s closest! friend was his neighbor. Count Cesarej Umberto, who. like himself, was an old bachelor: but a proud anil fine \ looking specimen of manhood in spite [ of hie gray hair. He was. in fact, considered a most irresistible Don I Juan. and. the frivolous coquettish» Zelic was not slow in discovering hist fine looks and manners. Count Cesare I sighed at the thought that this charm-1 ing Purisienne. w ho seemed to be m - • cupied with her account book.-, would] soon leave her desk to become Signopt Gavarotti. One day with a malicious wink in his eye, Count Cesare feet out to visit his friend in hi.- hous^ near Monreale. When he departed alter saluting thq pretty housekeeper in her office he ex claimed : "What an invaluable secretary you have, mv dear friend. This young Mademoiselle Zelie is really stunning, and how sincerely 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. "Why ,nty 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 .-alary. 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 Gavarbtti 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 else to do, but he sw ore that he would get even. A few days later he rang the boll 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 ’5 evidently a most scrupulous and hard worker, a rare treasure among secre taries." The Count looked a: the Chevalier lather uneasily; he did not like the situation at all. But the Chevalier <1 id not smile*. On the contrary, ne bit his teeth together and hissed: "Well, Count! What do you say?' W hat should 1 say?” asked Cesare. "What should you fay? Why. com mon Sicilian politeness requires you to offer her to me when I praise her as ] did just now. Every gentleman would know what to do in your posi tion; it is only the rabble who ignore good tone.” The two men stood facing each other, livid with rage. "Chevalier.” hissed Count Cesare. at last, “your servant belongs to you. Take her back. But you have insult ed me. and I ;tnt going to kill you to- monrow morning.” Being a splendid shot, he did as he had said. The next morning a duel took place and Chevalier Gavarotti fell dead with a bullet in his heart. Mile. Zelie ended her days as Coun tess Zelie Umberto, but she soon be came so arrogant that it was too much even for her husband, and more than once he was tempted to cAase her out of his hous*e. Many times he reproached himself for having failed to follow the dictates of common po liteness. 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