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By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
T HE great need of every home, ac«
cording: to the princesB in it, 14
some means whereby ine earn
ing- capacity of father could be dou
bled.
Daysey Mayme Appleton is a prin
cess, and, like all princesses, she let*
her subjects do the worrying. T|
things cost more, then father should
earn more, and after carefully dust
ing a place on the carpet where net
mother could have her daily fit on
returning from market and finding
further "advances in prices, she felt
that she had done her full duty.
All her life she had had to curl onn
hair to make it do the work of two,
and the experience had made her an
economist.
She felt the other day that she
owed herself some gTeat Joy, and
realized that the securing of it mus:
not prove a drain on her pocket.
So she put on her split skirt with
out a curtain underneath, proving
that she applied economic principles
in the smallest detail of her attire,
and left the house.
Her destination was away down
town, and it was plain from the ex
terior of tl e little one-story building
she entered that her errand was
neither for ribbons nor chocolates.
Passing into an anteroom, she was
detained for five minutes till an at
tendant gave word that she would
be received. Dark red curtainfi hung
between the doors connecting the
rooms, and at the sound of a silvery-
tinkling bell Daysey Mayme parted
the curtains and entered.
Twenty minutes later she emerged,
her cheeks pink with excitement, and
her eyes glowing with happiness.
“There is nothing in this talk of
the high cost of everything!” she
said, exultingly, at dinner that night.
‘‘1 went downtown this afternoon
and bought three lovers, two hus
bands, five beautiful cnildren, a Jour
ney across the water, another across
the land, two dark complected friends,
four rivals, one enemy, who will try
to injure me, but who will be van
quished, and a noble millionaire, who
will die soon and leave me his vast
estates—all for Ten Cents!”
She had her fortune told!
Lady. "Lots of Princes has got stung
for indorsing note-, and they wasn't
all Princes of royal blood, either. I
t-icn that same piece In the paper,
but it was quite a while ago. Gee,
George. I’ll bet he felt awful when
the King of England bawled hlin out.
A King's anger must be terrible to
behold. That’s what the historical
novels tells, anyhow.”
"I don’t see how a King can be any
madder at his son for monkeying with
indorsed notes than any dad is with
his hov,” said the Head Barber. ”A
man can only get about so mad with
out getting apoplexy. A King can't
call you down no harder than Paddy
the Pig. There is only so many words
in the English language, and a rough
neck can say them as loud and as
often as a King.”
No King Madder.
“Yes, there is a good deal in that,”
agreed the Manicure Lady. "You re-
? lie in b' : when I lost m> |»ur»e last
week. George. I was Just as mad as
a human being could be when I seen
i had lost it. No King could have
been madder. I could have bit the
head off anybody that said I mis
placed it, until 1 found it and knew I
had been careless. <>h. well, what is
money, anyhow? Why should the
King »>f England be sore at his son?
The kill’s grandfather whs the same
sort of a sport. He was more than a
King, George, that Eduard man. He
was a regular guy. He knew more
about the value of money than peo
ple thinks he did. He knew so much
about the value of money that he
knew it didn’t havi no great value at
all. He had friends that was rich
and friends that was poor, and he
would .-lick to u friend that was pool
just o surely us he would walk away
fi'om a pest that wag rich.
"Wilfred says that lie would have
did the same as the young Prince ot
Wales did, only it wouldn’t do the
poor kid no good to indorse a $2,500
note. It makes an awful difference
whose name is on the back of a piece
of paper, George It ain’t the color of
tile ink or the penmanship or the pen
it was wrote with. But 1 didn’t have
tile heart to tell Wilfred that he
would never be able to Indorse u note,
and I guess he don’t care much for
what little money lie ever made, ex
cept to be happy with it. He wrote a
poem yesterday and sent it to a mag
azine, and this is the copy of it:
“ '/ do not ran for boundlchs uralth
Oi anything it brtngs to me,
Just so long as / hare mu good hralth
And every songhird sing* to me.
'/in riehe&t hrviver in the land
In only rich in gold and silver,
And /. who ham friends on every
hand
t heir lore alt gold ] would not hill
/or.'
The Last Hope.
Scene: Far out at sea; stateroom
or, board a huge transatlantic liner
which is being tonsed about like a
cork in a tremendous sea.
The Bootlace King, a famous Yan
kee multi-millionaire (clinging des
perately to the sides of his bunk):
“Steward! Steward!”
"Yes. sir.”
"I understand this ship has water
tight compartments?”
“Yes. sir.”
“Then tell the captain I must have
one immediately. I don’t care what it
costs!”
Observant.
The teacher hail 'been telling tho
about the rhinoceros family.
"Now. name some things." said site,
hat are very dangerous to get near
. and that have horns."
"Motor cars!” replied little Jennie.
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“Wilfred said th«t he knew ‘silver’
end kill for’ was a bum rhyme, but
he explained to me that there wasn’t
no teal rhyme for ‘silver,’ and 1 sup-
1 < the magazine editor will let it go
at that. Anyhow, them sentiments
of his is about the same as mine. I
don't know how much money Edward
the Seventh hud when he died, and 1
( on't i ale, but there is a lot of peo
ple in the world that was made hap
pier when he was here, and he will
be talked about as a regular man
ju-t as long as he is talked about as a
good King. 1 am afraid his son ain’t
much like him. with all his court
doings and pomp, but I am glad to
know his grandson is a human being.
“H« re, too,” said the Head Barber
“I wish somebody would indorse a
note for me. Tin- landlord is bark-
in : like a hound.”
Nell Brinkley Says:
hear the rustle of paper and I know that means my morning
consignment of love-letters, so I turn over, bury my nose in
the curve of my arm and dream a little longer! After my
chocolate 1 gather my letters, my candy, gold-labelled and
ribbon bound, my dowers in their tall and long boxes, and I rip
them all open and revel. I solemnly absorb the pTaise in the mis
sives. I tuck away bits of nectar-fill',d chocolates in my cheeks.
I put my face down in the gloomy, dewy coolness of the fra
grant flower nests. And then I shake out my hair, yawn a bit
and smile, ‘I should WORRT !’
^11 )TY beaux are many! Back of the clutter of little bot-
■*■*•*• ties and ivory things, vials of orange seem from
Arabia and Poudre de Riz from Paris, their pictures
stand, worshipping every time I look at my pretty eye.-, in the
glass. When I first stir under my silk-and-down coverlet I can
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN 1| H
Fame Comes
dories Ever Written
Scribbler—It took me nearly ten
years to learn that I couldn’t write
poetry.
Friend—Gave it up then, did you?
you?”
Scribbler—C5h, no. By that time I
had a reputation.
(Copyright, ISIS, by Annu Katharine
Green.)
Some of his answers merit record
ing To the question as to when and
where he became engaged to Miss Far
ley, he replied, with great dignity, but
with no apparent reserve:
“Miss Farley never said she would
tnarry me until the morning,of the day
she died. Then I received a letter from
her saying that she would marry me
that day at the C Hotel. I had re
ceived manifestations of affection from
her before, but never any promise.’’
“You had professed attachment for
her, then, some time previous to this
event?”
“I first offered myself to her beside
her mother’s deathbed.”
There was# feeling in his voice and
there was reserve, and the result upon
the minds of those present was some
thing like awe. No one blamed the
Coroner for the respect with which he
next inquired whether the letter re
ceived from Miss Farley was still in Dr.
Molesworth’s possession.
“It is not," was the reply. *‘I inva
riably destroyed every line I received
from her. It is a custom of mine to
preserve no letters.”
“Then you were but following out
your usual habit when you burned the
note which Miss Farley left behind her
at the hotel?”
“If I may say so, yes.”
"You have no objection to telling us
what the note contained.”
“None whatever if 1 could. But it was
a string of unmeaning phrases of which
only one sentence was clear."
“And that was?"
T want my friends about me; It
isn't respectable.’ Yet she was the one
who proposed the marriage.” volun
teered the doctor, “and at the.irUer-
vit w we had in the afternoon no de
mur was made by her, either as re
garded the wedding itself or the man
ner in which I proposed to have it con
ducted.”
“Will you give us the details of that
interview ?”
“As nearly as I can. sir. It was such
a one as you would expect from a deli
cate-minded woman who had taken a
very important step and was not quite
sure how it would be received by her
lover. At first she seemed only anx
ious to learn how 1 felt about the mat
ter, and when I could not truthfully
say she had chosen a very auspicious
time for our nuptials she burst into
tears and then became su feverish and
incoherent I saw she was not well, and
at once began to comfort her. She
thereupon grew calmer and listened
with attention while I told her of the
arrangements which had suggested
themselves to me, not making, as I
have said, any objection to them either
then or at any time before I left.”
“And W'hat was the manner of your
parting?”
“it was affectionate on my part, but
I am free to say there was some con
straint on hers. With all my efforts to
the contrary I had wounded her suscep
tibilities, sharpened as they were by in
cipient illness, aim she was too much
of a woman not to show it. But I never
expected more than a little unpleasant
ness and was as much shocked us any
body when l returned and found her
gone.”
"One more question In this connection,
Dr. Molesworth. The clerk testifies that
the hour you set for your wedding was
nine, yet you came back with the cler
gyman as early as a quarter after eight.
How was that?
“I wuh anxious, sir. The more 1
thought of it the more I was convinced
that Miss Farley was on the point of a
serious illness. I went early on her ac
count.
All Satisfactory.
This was all very satisfactory, too sat
isfactory for Mr. Gryce. Telegraphing
by a gesture to the Coroner that h»-
had a suggestion to make, he sent hi
a line or two written on the hack of a
reporters’ notebook, which upon reading
the Coroner remarked to the witness:
“You were alone with Miss Farley in
Hotel when this
It was but a lightning's flash, that
look of irrepressible 6hock and dismay
which crossed Dr. Molesworth’s face at
this intimation. But the Coroner saw
it as Mr. Gryce had seen it on a former
important occasion, and he felt as the
detective had felt then, that it out
weighed alt the witness’ words and his
most plausible explanations.
“I took it for granted we were,” he
was saying the next moment in his most
even tones. “If you have a witness to
•e contrary, let her be produced; she
may assist me in remembering just what
d ; d pass between Miss Farley and my
self.”
It was a bold stroke and it succeeded.
They had no witness and he soon saw
it, and the color which had slightly
left his lips came back and his bear
ing became almost disdainful.
The Coroner, who was still following
Mr. Gryce’s suggestions, regarded him
wuh unabated respect.
“You say her,” he smiled. “Why not
him?” ,
“Because no man would stoop to lis
ten.”
“Dr. Molesworth, during your ac-
uaintance with Miss Farley have you
ever had reason to suppose she was re
ceiving addresses from any other gen-
leman thah yourself?”
It was an unexpected attack and the
ioctor paused a moment before reply-
i:g. Then he answered distinctly:
“No.”
This closed the proceedings of the
iay and Dr. Molesworth’s testimony.
Clear, precise, and plausible had been all
nis replies, and had it not been for a
nameless something, hard to describe, he
would have gained credit from the offi
cers who conducted his examination, as
well as from the public who listened
to it.
TO-DAY’S 1NSTALLMENT
By LILIAN LAUFERTY
"I see: I see; and you have failed also
to follow the trail of the doctor’s wan
derings*”
"He left none; the only man who can
tell us anything about his movements
at that time persists in denying all
knowledge of them.”
“Is there a Mr. Monroe, of Seventy-
second street?”
“Yes, and he did receive a prescrip
tion that night by the hand of Dr.
Molesworth’s colored driver. But it was
not as important a one as the doctor
would make out. He would not have
suffered if he had not received it till
the next day.”
“Then you wish the Inquest to he held
Immediately?”
"As soon as your convenience will
permit.”
"Well, well, we will have the in
quest.” Then, as Mr. Gryce rose to go,
How about that spot of paint, Gryce?
No clew in that, either?”
Mr. Gryce sat down again. "There
ought to be,” he acknowledged. "There
Is a mark on the lining of the phaeton,
but it is very slight, while that on her
dross Is very distinct, showing that the
paint came off from her dress upon the
phaeton. She had consequently been
leaning against a freshly painted sur
face somewhere, and us the paint was
of a peculiar shade, I thought I should
bo able to trace it. But"—he shook hifc
head “like all the rest it proved a blind
trail."
He was going for the second time
when the Coroner stopped him.
“Have you thought that If Dr. Moles
worth’s story is true and he lifted the
dying girl from a stoop into his phae
ton he would naiurally have a smudge
of paint on his sleeve?”
“Don’t humiliate me! It is there!”
The Inquest. »
The next day the inquest was held,
and the proceedings were voluminously
published. Witnesses from all quar
ters were examined and the matter was
relentlessly sifted But no more was
elicited from the various parties on
oath than they had been willing to vol
unteer at the solicitations of the detec
tive: nor. though the utmost discretion
was displayed In the examination of the
doctor, coukl his testimony be shaken or
lus assertions disproved.
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Daysey Mayme
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