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A Bachelor’s Diary
By MAX.
Jf
He and Manette See the Suffragette Again,
but Neither of Them Notices Her.
J ULY 3.—It occurred to me. when
Manette and I were tramping home
that evening, after the militant
suffragette had tried to hold me up
that there was a warning In the Incident
I look like a tramp, as she said, and Ma
nette, In spite of her clothes, looks like
a princess.
What It is I can not define, hut one
of her sex can never disguise the fart
that she was born to purple and fine
linen. She may outlive every natural
grace and may he reduced to rags, but
there is always an indefinable something
that tells of hotter things in the past.
I looked at Manette critically as she
trudged ahead of me in the footpath,
and this is w'hat I saw: A little bare
head with a shock of curls just reaching
to her shoulder, for we had had her hair
cut short before we left town, and the
growth was all new and untamed.
She wore a blue gingham with half
the buttons off the back. There were
rents in it, and through one rent 1
caught a glimpse of an exquisitely
trimmed petticoat, for Richards had re
fused to let her darling wear the coarse
muslin garments that were best fitted
for the occasion. She wore half hose,
with tan shoes from which her toes pro
truded, and her little fat legs were
scratched by briars and brambles.
But one could tell by a glimpse that
she was not an ordinary child, and I
wondered if it was because of the proud
little way In which she carried her head,
or because of her total unconsciousness
of self. "A born aristocrat,” I mur
mured.
Her Beauty.
She looked up at me in laughter at
some prank of the pup. and I was struck
more forcibly than ever with her most
unusual beauty. It wasn't .altogether
her hair and her eyes, her perfect fea
tures and her exquisite coloring; there
was a look of her soul shining through,
and that Is as near as 1 can express it.
If you could see her. Diary, you would
understand why I never look at the child
without some apprehension. With her
beauty and her money, sometimes I
wonder if there are enough guardian an
gels In heaven to keep all the evil-
hearted away.
The children that die young belong to
as always. Nothing, and no one, may
ever estrange them from us They are
ours forever, and that, alas. Is some
thing no one can say of the child that
lives to grow up.
There is comfort In the thought, and
It is not the only comfort, for we learn
as we grow older that the child that Is
gone is spared much, and Is SAFE. 1
know life would be dreary and almost
impossible without Manette, but every
day I grow more reconciled to the loss
of Elizabeth. She was happy all her
life. The little girl trudging along in
the path ahead of me Is happy now, but
I will not always be with her.
I suppose it was this constant ap
prehension that led me to call Mrs. Al
len to the porch after supper and tell
her that I am not the poor clerk she
Imagines, resting from overwork, but
one of the detested millionaire class,
resting from excessive luxury.
I*t«ld her my name and she laughed.
She l8ad she had guessed it the second
day. No one. she said, could look at
Manette and think for a moment that
she had been brought up in denial. She
could not explain it. except that the
child was always so unconscious of her
clothes.
‘‘She rises above them,” she said, and
tt made me very proud.
I have always had the theory—I won
der how it will evolve—that if Manette
is accustomed to the best as a child,
she will never strut like a peacock when
she is grown. She will always be un
conscious of her price marks.
To the Manner Born.
She will never build conversation on
the price of her gown, nor attempt to
erect pride and station on the cost of a
hat. She will never, and of that I am
sure, remember that her clothes cost
more than the clothes of her associates
and show it in her manner. I said some
thing to this effect to Mrs. Allen, and
her reply gave me a new viewpoint.
“She won't remember what* things
coy,” she said, somewhat dryly, “be
cause she has never had to earn the
price The girl who stints* herself in
necessities for a month that she may
afford a $20 gown will never forget to
the day of her death what the gown
cost. Unconsciousness of clothes is a
good trait, but Manette’s unconscious
ness will be largely due to Ignorance.
When one pays the price, one remem
bers."
I did not seem to make her quite un
derstand what I meant, and neither did
I understand her I wanted, I explained
for the jchild to grow up with a soul
above ribbons
"And yet,” she replied, “whoever has
charge of her wardrobe takes care that
she has more ribbons than any child
her age should have."
I agreed to that with a sigh When
a little girl is transformed by her years
into a peacock, instead of a thinking,
helpful woman, it Is her mother who is
to blame, never her father. Manette
has no mother, but her nurse and her
Aunt Sallle make her attire the joy of
their existence.
I, who take the place of a father to
her, would prefer that she never hear
the subject ot her dress, but those who
take the place of her mother make her
attire the first consideration. That.
Diary, is a fond weakness of all moth
ers.
1 gave Mrs. Allen Mrs. Spencer’s ad
dress and also that of Richards. “It
has occurred to me,” I said, “that if any
thing happened to me, either address
will be useful to you ”
She found considerable amusement in
the thought of what an "exodus to the
woods there would be of young women if
it were known that such a wealthy un
attached bachelor were spending his
summer there. “They would chase you
harder.” she said, “than the pup chases
the rabbits.”
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“What’s that?’’ he muttered. In an
undertone. "There it Is again.”
He blew out the lantern and stepped
to the entrance of the corridor that led
to the armory.
“Sh—h—! Listen! There's a light,
Rusty. It’s coming this way! It’s com
ing. Rusty! Remember the high sign—
and don’t sneeze!”
He sprang back into the hall and
CAUGHT AT LAST
She Sympathizes.
She laughed so heartily I asked if she
would enjoy the sight, and she replied
that she wouldn’t.
“I feel sorry for any unmarried man
these days,” with some spirit. “Either
the women are the mercenary kind,
hunting him down for his money, or
they are the suffrage kind, hunting him
down like a policeman hunts criminals.
I often toll my husband It is good he
got me thirty years ago, for there isn’t
much choice of women these days.”
From one of their own sex! Had T
said it I would be mobbed.
July 6—I have not heard the last of
that woman who thought I w&r a kid
naper of children. She came riding to
our picnic spot again to day, and this
time she rode alone.
Manette and I were sitting on a log
fishing At least 1 was fishing. She
had her shoes and stockings off, her lit
tle skirts tucked up. and was paddling
around at the water's edge, digging up
soft black mud, which she carried to
the shore and made into mud pies, a big
log serving her as kneading board, or
mixing board. I don't really know if
pies are mixed or kneaded.
The suffragette tied her horse to a
sapling and came to where w*e were
thus occupied. I did not turn my head,
and Manette, obeying whispered instruc
tions from me, went on with her culi
nary work without heeding her
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Meg (five years old, was overjoyed
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and rushed out of the house to tell
the news to a passing neighbor.
“Oh, you don’t know what we’ve got
in our house* to-day ?”
“What is it?”
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"You don’t say so. Is he going to
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“I think so"—very thoughfully.
“He’s got his things off.''
• * *
A farmer while loading hay in his
field was attacked by his neighbor’s
bulldog. The man defended himiftli
with a pitchfork, and sent the dog
yelping home. The neighbor rebuked
him, and asked why he didn't use the
blunt end of the fork first.
“I would have.” replied the fanner,
“if your dog had come at me blunt
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Do You Know—
To hov.se nine English cows Mr.
Frederick Underwood, the president
of the Wisconsin Railroad, has built a
luxurious bam at a cost of $15,000.
There is shaded electric lights at the
head of each manger and running
water for drinking.
Colonel Benjamin Holmes, of Sum
mit. N. Y.. claims to have used one
razor for 53 years He estimates he
has shaved himself with it 11,024
times,
A Frenchwoman has been captured
by Moorish tribesmen, and bargaining
for her relea*«e is proceeding on the
basis of $4 per hair of the captive’s
head.
A woman's suffrage bill has been
passed by the Illinois Legislature, and
will become law next month.
Liverpool, with 90 people to the
acre, is the most thickly populated
city in England,
MM
concealed himself In the angle by the
picture of the old Don. Presently the
faint swinging beams of a lantern were
thrown down the corridor and there was
the sound of soft footsteps and low
voices. Jarvis raised his cocked pistol
and covered *the doorway as the shadows
told him the invaders were about to ap
pear In view. Three figures appeared
in the doorway and a girl's voice, fa
miliar to his ears, said:
“There is no one here, either. Your
High ness.”
The Princess and Dolores, with Maxi
mo as their guide and light-bearer, came
dowm the broad stairs Into the hall.
“We must go on, Dolores!” exclaimed
the Princess In a strained voice. "We
j must find him before it’s too late’ Oh,
j I w’ill never forgive myself for sending
j him to this dreadful place!’*
1 "But there’s a fire!” cried the vet-
1 eran. “They’ve been in this room!"
“Perhaps”—the Princess shuddered—
"they have already been killed.”
Her Brother Safe.
Jarvis, ashamed for having listened
too long and his heart beating with
what he had heard, stepped forward into
the light of the lantern.
“Your Highness*!” he exclaimed The
girl made a sound that was half a cry
I of alarm and half a prayer of thanks
giving. and held out both hands to him.
"Mr. Warren! Mr Warren! Thank
j God. you are still alive!”
“Your Highness.” he protested, still
holding her hands “It’s madness for
you to come to this place! How did
you get here?”
“Heaven only know’s!" She shivered
as if with the memory of her experi
ences. “We have been wandering
through this dreadful place for hours
calling to you—trying to find you before
it was too late.”
“Too late! What do you mean?”
"My brother is safe—thank God!”
"Where is he?” demanded Warren,
quickly.
“On his way to get help from the
King "
"Where has he been?"
“Right here in this castle, a prisoner
—since the day he entered.”
"A prisoner?”
“Yes. He succeeded in making his
escape to-night and has gone straight
to the King for help?"
"But how did you learn all this?” he
inquired, bewildered.
“From Robledo, senor," answered 1 ol-
| ores, as' the Princess did not reply at
once. The girl’s voice was low and
trembled slightly. “Your bullet went
straight, senor. He is dying. He has
confessed to the Holy Father. I prom
ised to be with him at the end.”
She burned her face away and Jarvis
saw that she was weeping.
"The end"” he echoed vaguely—and
then he understood. He walked «ver
to her. stood beside her awkwardly, try
ing to think of something to say. He
found it difficult to apologize to a girl
for killing her lover, especially when
the lover happened to need killing a
lot.
"Then—you—” he stammered. “I—I—
didn’t know—I might have—I’m sorry.”
Better So.
The girl raised her tear-stained face
and met his gaze bravely.
“It is better so, senor.” she said.
“Oh, Dolores—my poor child!”
The Princess put her arms around the
girl and she sobbed on her lady’s shoul
der. “Maximo, take her back to the inn
as quietly as possible
When they were gone the Princess
“MR. WARREN!”
“DON’T MOVE! YOUR HIGH
NESS," HE CRIED. RAISING
THE WEAPON AND LEVEL
ING IT AT THE OLD GRAN
DEE. “I’VE GOT YOUR GHOST
AT LAST!” HE RAISED HIS
VOICE. “THERE IS SOMEONE
BEHIND THAT PICTURE!
COME OUT!—OR I’LL SHOOT
YOU FULL OF HOLES!”
urged Jarvis to follow.
“Oh, Mr. Warren, let us leave this
dreadful place!”
“Not me, Your Highness.” was the
grim and inelegant reply. "You go with
them and wait for me at the inn.”
The Princess shook her head deter
minedly, though her face was pale and
there were lines to tell of the long
strain.
“You can not persuade me again, Mr.
Warren. I will remain.”
“Please!” he begged, getting posses
sion of her hands once more, and with
out a struggle.
“Return with us then ”
"Your Highness,” he said gravely, “I
promised to solve the mystery of this
castle and to find the treasure. My task
is an easy one now."
“Then,’’ she rejoined quickly, t “I \vill
share It with you ”
He laughed silently at the neat man
ner of the trap In which he was caught,
but he looked down at her with some
thing more than amazement in his eyes.
“And you groped your way through
this old castle to find me?” he said
softly. “You are game!”
The Princess raised her eyes to his.
“You faced death perhaps, for me.”
“You’re trembling!” he cried with
sudden concern. “You’re frightened—
you’re cold—your hands are cold!—
Come over here.” He drew' her to
ward the dying blq.ze of the fire. “You
must have been scared to den.th crawl
ing through the blackness.”
She closed her eyes and sViivered and
he pressed the hands a little tighter
than was necessary, if the object was
merely to aid circulation.
The Sneeze.
"Every nerve in my body is on edge
with the happenings of this dreadful
place.” she confessed brokenly and tried
in vain to keep back the tears.
“Oh. don’t cry," he pleaded in alarm,
and then suddenly changed his tone to
one at once light and tender: “Go on
then—cry! Cry some more. Just for
get that you are a princess and cry.
That’s it—that’s fine! I’ll round up
this spook to-night for good—and then
the vassal’s task is done. His fate is
in your hands, Highness.” She ceased
crying suddenly to look up into his
face. “Don’t send me away.” he
begged. "I've loved you from the first
and always shall love you. I’m nc
Prince or Duke.” he added with whim
sical pathos, “I’m just a plain man—
and all the man In' -me cries out, ‘I love
you’—Don’t send me away!”
He felt her trembling and for an in-
stant she seemed to lean against him.
But she shook her head.
“You must go.”
“You're goin^ to send me away!”
"Yes. You must leave Spain. Youi
life would not be safe here.”
He drew a breath of relief that was
like the wind in the forest. At the
same moment there was another souna
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Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
THEY ALWAYS TELL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Some time ago I was introduced
to a young man whom I rather
like. I have gone out to different
places of amusement with him.
Now. he has* often wanted to
kiss me, but I wouldn’t allow’ him
to. He is going out of town for
some time and says he wants to
Kiss me before going. Shall I al
low him to? L. M.
No man should kiss and toil, but so
many do that one little farewell kiss,
given in the name of friendship, is
sure to be misunderstood and told of.
Do you not know, my dear, that the
kiss that is refused is always the
sweetest? Refuse him and he will al
ways want that kiss, and seek to win
your love that he may have it.
DON’T TRY.
Dear Miss v Fairfax:
I am a young girl of 19 and
have a brother who takes me to
dances and the theater. I have
no chance to find a lover, because
the men all think my brother is
my sweetheart. What would you
advise me to do to make them
understand? L. M.
My dear, if these men were attract
ed by you. the sight of a man as your
escort would not keep them away. Or.
the contrary, it would serve as an
incentive to them to make your ac
quaintance.
Instead of regarding your brother
as an obstacle, be glad that you have
a brother as devoted and kind. And
don’t worry about that belated lover
for I am sure he is on his> way.
WAIT A FEW YEARS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man of 27 and am
in love with a young lady of 17,
but she does not seem to care for
me. What can I do to gain her
love? P. B.
She is too young to be troubled by
love. Prove your love is unselfish, and
for her best good, by keeping it a Se
cret to yourself until she has gro\\n
up.
Things Worth Remembering
FOR A MOMENT THERE
WAS INTENSE SILENCE.
THEN:
“DON’T SHOOT!”
THE VOICE, A FAMILIAR
ONE CAME FROM THE WALL
—THE PICTURE SWUNG OUT
IN ITS FRAME AND HIS EX
ALTED HIGHNESS THE DUKE
OF ALVA STEPPED DOWN ON
TO THE FLOOR.
that w'as somewhat like a far-off tree
falling In the wind.
“What was that?” exclaimed the girl
with a start.
"Oh, that! That was Rusty,” he
smiled.
“That would frighten any one.”
“I figured that I might need a ghost,”
he explained, pointing to the armored
sprvitor, “but Rusty disobeyed orders.
Rusty,. I told you not to sneeze!”
“Dat was somebody else, Massa War
ren,” was the solemn and unexpected
protest. “I swears to goodness I didn’t
sneeze.”
Warren’s revolver was in his hand
and a wild light of triumph in his eyes.
“Mr. Warren!”
“Don’t move! Your Highness,” he
cried, raising the weapon and leveling
it at the old grandee, “I’ve got your
ghost at last!” He raised his voice.
"There is some one behind that pic
ture! Come out!—or I’ll shoot you full
of holes!”
Caught!
For a moment there was intense si
lence. Then:
“Don’t shooi!”
The voice, a familiar one, came from
the wall—the picture swung out in Its
frame and his Exalted Highness, the
Duke of Alva, stepped down on to the
floor.
The Princess -smothered a cry of
amazement and Jarvis smiled grimly.
"Your Excellency, you are a long way
from Madrid.”
The Duke eyed him with contempt.
"Madrid! You fool, you haVe fallen
right into my trap!” He turned to the
Princess with all the assurance of a
protecting friend.
"What I have done has been for your
sake, Maria. I purposely deceived him
sp that I might get here ahead of him
and watch. See,” he pointed to the
mantel, "there are his tools and you
yourself interrupted him at his work.”
The consummate insolence and assur
ance of his enemy almost daunted the
young man. And in the next breath
he half lost the battle by permitting
himself to argue.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
An electric voting machine is to be
tried in the Austrian Chamber of
Deputies. Each member will have
two electric buttons on his desk. On
the wall opposite the President’s
chair an indicator is fixed, consisting
of 516 glass tablets. When a vote is
recorded they show either a white or
a red light, and members can check
the accuracy of their votes. Names
are shown on the tablets if required.
Ants can stand extremes of heat
and cold. Forty-eight hours’ exposure
to frost will not kill them, and one
sort has been observed to build its
nest in chinks in a blacksmith’s forge.
The French people are great chick
en raisers. A return gives the in
come derived by them from this in
dustry as $300,000,000.
The largest opal in the world,
weighing 17 ounces, is worth $300,000,
and belongs to the Emperor of Aus
tria.
Thrushes ‘don’t take much sleep in
summer. They rise soon after 3 and
don’t go to bed till 9.
Tomtits are passionately fond of
suet. A lump hung in a tree will
soon be found by them and devoured.
Every square mile of the United
States has 32 inhabitants on the aver
age.
A cod weighing 7 3-4 pounds lays
nearly 7,000,000 eggs.
A Time for All Things.
A family had just sat down to
table when tidings were brought of
the death of an aunt.
Suddenly little Emily inquired, with
a longing glance at the well-filled
dishes:
“Papa, must we cry now, or wait
till we have finished dinner.
Daysey Mayme
And Her Folks
By FRANCES L. OARS IDE.
T HERE was no one whose faith
in the printed word was great
er than Daysey Mayme Apple
ton’s.
If. when sitting on the cool porch
at twilight, she caught a glimpse of a
heading, "How to Keep Cool,” in the
newspaper, she invariably went Into
the warm house, lighted the lamp and
sat under its hot rays while she
read it.
Her father gave her a weekly al
lowance, and with it she bought at
least one, and sometimes two, books
on How a Girl May Save Money. She
didn't save as much as the girls who
hadn’t such faith in the printed word,
bi\t she didn’t see why.
Wl^n her mother left her in charge
of tne kitchen for two weeks, she
spent the first week’s allowance on
books telling How to Feed Four on
Six Dollars a Week, and had to ask
her father for more money the third
day. And he was so unappreciative
he grumbled about it!
But all this faith is now a thing of
the dead, dead past. Daysey Mayme
won’t believe anything she sees in
print these days, if it is nothing more
than “Heat Before Serving” on a can
of baked beans.
'The lost this beautiful faith through
following the advice of the New York
clergymen who have decided to de
mand health certificates as a pre
requisite to marriage. It would be
humiliating, she thought, to march up
the church aisle in white silk and
orange blossoms, and have the preach
er refuse to perform the ceremony
because a grandmother on the bride
groom's side once had a conniption fit.
She would protect herself from this
mortification by getting a clean bill ot
health before the altar was reached.
She would make all necessary inqui
ries during the courtship; that her
best beloved could prove be was in
perfect health she had no doubts.
She had memorized forty-seven ad
jectives expressive of admiration,
and when her lover presented her
with a box of candy she used forty-
three on the first gumdrop. Such ap
preciation delighted him, and he asked
her to marry him. Surely a girl who
could so highly appreciate a gum-
drop would never underestimate thy
value of a man!
Daysey Mayme’s first impulse was
to grab him; then she remembered
the printed word.
“Was there ever one in your family
who suffered from neurasthenia?” she
asked. “Any dandruff, Bright’s dis
ease, rheumatism, ricketts, glanders,
autoxenia, bunions or corns? Have
you or your ancestors ever had any
thing out out, and how much? Of
what did your great-grandfather on
your mother’s side die, and did ”
But the young man heard no more.
He gave one wild whoop and fled.
“I’d have married him if he had
the whole doctor’s book ailing him,"
sobbed Daysey Mayme, “and now the
other girls will never believe I had the
chance."
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to JSi.OO. Vse that last Anseo film; fits any camera or
kodak; cost.- no more, hut also 'gives true color values.
Mall Order D«;>artm*lit.
E. H. CONE. Inc., 2 Stores, Atlanta, Ga.