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l One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER Science Egypt a Hundred Centuries Ago Brought to Light at Tarkhan. A s CHAPTER XIX. Mary Danforth rode up homo in the elevated on the April afternoon Just two years after her first meeting with Gordon Craig, ehe found the sad thoughts that had been with her »o long slipping away. She was sure that her lover was thinking of her and that on thia an niversary she would receive happy news of him. She almost believed in pr< monitions, and she remembered, with a slight shudder, how once a premonition she had had about h»r father had been the forerunner of hi* death not long after. Why might not on* ahio have a permonttlon oi Joyous happenings? , As she left the train at Eighty-first street a voice said close to her, “Why, Mary Danforth! How do you do?" Turning w ith a start, she found her- eelf face to face with a former school mate of whom she had seen nothing for two years. "Which way are you going?” asked the girl after greetings had been ex changed. "I go westward,” replied Mary briefly. Working Downtown. “Oh. too bad. for 1 go to Central Park West. We are living in the sam* old place, you know, where you used to come to see us. You never come now.” "No," acknowledged Mary. “I have little time. I am working down town.” “Well. I want to talk to you a bit." said Elizabeth Preston, who had al ways liked Mary when the Danforth* were prosperous. "Suppose you walk with me toward my home, or let me walk with you toward yours. Which shall it be?" “I will go with you,” replied Mary quickly. She felt a reluctance- of which she was ashamed—to have this patronizing acquaintance of former days see the house in which she now lived. “It must be tine to he working for one’s self." said Miss Preston as the two girls sauntered along Eighty-first street toward Central Park. “Of course. I have no excuse for doing that kind of thing, for my father has plenty of money, and I am the only daughter left at home Put some times I get a little tired of ease and luxury and long to he Independent. - ’ Mary tried to smile. “ ‘He jests at pears who never felt a wound,’, ” she quoted. “Perhaps If you had to work, you would find what seems Independ ence to you now something like slavery." She regretted the words ns soon ns she had spoken them, for her companion turned upon her a look of pity. “Oh. do you havr to work as hard as that?" she exclaimed. “I sup- prised that you only w'ent into busi ness after your father died so that you would not be entirely dependent upon your mother. Surely your father left her comfortably provided for. did he not?" “You Needn't Pity Me.’’ For a moment Mary did not answer. She wondered if Eliza beth Preston was really Ignorant of conditions, or if site whh pretending not to know how matters stood. In either case, to tell her the truth was the best thing. But it was with an effort that the weary girl spoke. “My father left all he had to my mother. But he was unfortunate in business Just before he he—dlefl Yon are right in thinking I would not be dependent upon my mot he lint she has not the means to sup port us both even If I were willing to have her do so." “()h." cooed Miss Preston, “you poor child! I am so sorry for you!" “Thank you, but you need not pity me at all,” retorted Mary testily. “I I am not an object of pity. I have a position which I shall keep as long as I wish, which will not he long now." Her temper was getting the better of her discretion, but Elizabeth Preston's patronage was unbearable to her. She determined to say no more, but her companion's next speech swept away her barriers of re serve. “It was very fine of you to take that brave tone about it. Mary,” the rich girl remarked, “but your trouble has told on you. You are looking ten years older than when you left school. I wonder if my father might not be* able to get you an easier sit uation than you have now." “I shall not hold any position much longer,” said Mary, voice hard and eyes glittering. “I expect soon to change my entire mode of life." Thtf* other girl eyed her shrewdly. “I suspect,” she said in a tone that was meant to he playful, "that you are going to get married, my dear." Mary shrugged her shoulders. “Perhaps!" she said nonchalantly. “Here we are at Eighth avenue, and I must turn back home. Good-bye!” As she retraced her steps, indig nation gave place to Joyous anticipa tion. How strangely happy she was this evening! She remembered that Fletcher was going to call, and a sudden sense of distaste at the pros pect of seeing him at this time seized her. She would not let him come. Stepping Into a hotel on the corner of Eighty-first street, she called up Pearsons’ office. When she had left the office Fletcher had been there with her employer, and the two had b< en smoking so comfortably that he might possibly he there still. She was not mistaken, and when Pearson an swered the telephone she asked f**r Mr. Fletcher. As briefly as possible she suggested to her would-be caller that she would prefer seeing him on some other evening. He submitted regretfully, but meekly, and she con gratulated herself upon the reprieve. Like a Phophecy. As the girl walked along Eighty- fourth street to her home, the glow In the western sky seemed to her excited Imagination like a symbol or prophecy of happiness ahead of her. Surely there would be a letter await ing h* r! After all what did Elizabeth Preston's chatter matter when one's heart was so full of peace? Even th sordid block on which she lived seemed less dingy and dirty than usual at this sunset hour. She pushed her way through the groups of janitors’ and tenants’ children playing on the front steps of the house in which she lived, and, hurrying into the vestibule, peered into the letter box bearing her name Yes. there was the envelope with Craig’s handwriting on It. She knew it would he here! With eager fingers she unlocked the letter box and drew forth her treasure. She could not wait until she got upstairs. The sight of the handwriting was like a draught of water to a thirsty soul. Tearing open the envelope, she pulled out the single sheet and read it by the dim light from the hall chande lier. By GARRETT P. SERVISS ,u f ■ c IVI LI ZED pe ten thousand long ago that r h, from the day ■ lived In Egypt years ago—* k 0 the North Star, of the Phoeni cian navigators young, until ships at sea, from the po when commerce was time, has guided s then many degrees >f the heavens, while another and a brighter star glittered not far from the north point of the celestial sphere! The excavations recently made by Professor Petrie, of the British School of Archaeology, have established this fact, which must appear very aston ishing to those who still retain the old belief that the world itself is only about 6,000 years old! But such investigations as those of Professor Petrie carry the same over whelming conviction to the reasoning mind as that which has caused all in telligent persons to accept the con clusions of geology concerning tlie millions upon millions of years that the earth has been inhabited bv h Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F KIRK I ■j.V took Ma & tne oaver to a lake yesterday ware thare is a lot of city boarders. Mft had a frond oaver thare that used to call Oh us wen we lived in the city & Ma Wanted to see her. Tile naijn of Ma s trend was Missus Mace. Her husband is a hlzness man in the city & every Sommer he sends lie wife up to that lake so he cup have .t few weeks rest, & a good time with the other men. How do you like it up here. Pa asked Missus Mace. Oh. 1 think it Is dredfully poky, sen Missus Mace. Thare po few men wround Look at them old cats set ting on the veranda A- talking about peepul. sne sed I bet every one of them hap ripped all of us up the bat k t eefoar now. If my husband cud af ford it. 1 wud go to sum place ware thare is moar clasts. They all look pritty good to m* sed Pa. Who are those two peaches petting on the end of the verandy? Th*y are two young married wim- men. sed Missus Mace, & the way thay have been flirting at the littel hops we have here is sumthing ter ribul. Last nlte thay went out in a party of voung peepul & thare hus bands wasent along The party dident git back till neerly midnite. Well, sed Pa. what of it? I suppose thare husbands sent them up here to enjoy themselfs with the young pee pul. I wud deerly luv to have been In that party myself, sed Pa. I doant think you missed much. & they nr all the time talking about v deers thare husbands Ip. too, sed MI«su5« Mace. Wen I hear a young married woman talking so much about h« r good husband In the city. I alwavs think thav are putting on a lot. A last nite on** of them kissed her husband’s letter about twenty times wt n she got it at the postoffice. What If she did? sed Pa. i think that wan vary sweet of her You see Pa sed to Missue Mace, she is yung & deevoted to her husband & he is dee- voted to her I suppose if they was middle aged, like you & trend wife here, thay wud kiss the money order Listed of the letter. That Is the kind of letters you wimmen like, Pa sed the kind that wen you open them Mumthing blue po»«s out. Nothing of the kind, sed Ma and Micsus Mace at onst. We arc always glad to git letters firm our husbands wether thare is munny in the letters or not. Well, sed Pa. you cud talk all day about those two young matrons & you ouddent maik mo beloeve thare was a rung thing about eether one of them. Why. sed Pa, that brunet one has a face like a angel. I shud like to meet them. Pa sed. Not so fast, sed Ma. Doant git so enthused all of a sudden. My frond Missus Maee has been here longer than we have and she ought to kno.v if the yung ladles she menshune are fit company for u*. I like to pick my own company, sed Pa. & eeven if l thought I was git- ting slmpel minded enuff to have sumbodv pick my company. I wouldn’t choose a old knocker like yure friend Missus Mace to pick my fr nds for me. You are not a gentleman, sed Misses Mace. I know It. sed Pa. I am n plain old rough-neck wich was all his life so bu>'Y trying to see good in every body that he didnt have time to lorn to be yure kind of a gentleman. 1 bcleeve I will get sumbodv to inter- duce me to them two yung matrons Mow about It. wife? sed Pa. How about meeting the summer girls? All rite, sed Ma, sum other sum mer She was hurriedly adjusting her veil, and had but a few moments in which to catch her car. “Oh, dear.” she murmured. "I can’t find a pin anywhere. I wonder where all the pins go to. anyway?” “That's a difficult question to an swer," replied her practical husband, who Was standing by, "because they are always pointed in one direction end headed in another." t> • • A Yorkshireman suffering from toothache went to a dentist to have the aching tooth out. The dentist pulled out the offending tooth, and was then asked to pull out the dou ble ooih next to it. “But that is a sound tooth." said i the dentist. “The pain is only sym pathetic.” “Yank it out. doctor. Hang such sympathy,” replied the Tyke. • • • A solicitor called upon a proX- Two American farmers met a day or two after a cyclone had swept over their farms. "She shook thingrs up pretty bad out at my place," said one. stroking his whiskers, meditatively. "By the wa.v. Hiram." he added, “that new barn o' vourn get hurt at ail?" "Wal." drawled the other, "I dunno 1 hain’t found it yet!” * • • The Major—And there we stood. Miss Ethel, in the heart of the jun gle. that huge panther and I. barely ten paces apart, each staring at Ihe face of the other. Ethel—Oh. major, how dreadful for you both! • • • “Look here. Boxer, did you call me a common ass?’’ “No, Fopson. 1 said you were an uncommon ass.” “Aw. that’s different. I cawn’t stand having anybody call me com- y’know ANIMAL FIGURES AT MEMPHIS. great variety of animals, some of whose descendants, but little changed in their forms, are co-dwellers with us to-day upon this ancient plan* t. The nature of the excavations made by Professor Petrie in Egypt may be clearly seen in the photographs which are here reproduced. Works of Art. There you see the beautifully carved tables of stone and of alabaster, the animal figures, the sphinxes, the spec imens of pottery, and the granite sar cophagi, or coffins, which that won derful. prehistoric people made for themselves. There, too, you see some of the skeletons of tlie “sacred” animals which they honored with burial cere monies hardly less elaborate than those which were devoted to their kings, queens and rulers. Professor Petrie and his assistants have un covered not less than 800 ancient graves, rone of which are less than about *>,000 years old. All of them tell the same story, viz: that so long ago as that men had al ready learned many of the arts which . - we often think are peculiar to times j his nose, included within the limits of written | house, history. They could not merely build | “Halloa strong and beaut if ti] structures of masonry and carve statues and shape vases that excite the admiration of architects and artists to-day, but they knew the use of the most precious metals, and formed exquisite orna- mi nts of gold and silver. These things must set one to think ing. for we know that arts and sci ences art long in being developed, re quiring thousands of years, and that no civilization can grow up except as the result of many Centuries of slow advance. How far back, then, shouil w e have to go in order to find the real beginnings of Egypt? Ten thousand years must be but a step in that long march of human progress! The poles of the heavens may have swung more than once completely round their great 26,000-year orbit since the land of the Nile began to bloom with cultivation, and its human inhabitants started on their upward course. ' Nothing can be more interesting than these delvings into the past his tory of the globe since man came upon it, and the farther that unwrit ten. hut still not unrecorded, history stretches hack the more the wonder | grow s, for every new discovery plung ing deeper int*» the ages shows that we are yet far from the starting point. bats, sulphur was burned, and then the bell ropes were whirled round and round. In this way thirty-three bats were killed one evening. It has been calculated that nearly 300,000,000 feet, or over 55,000 mil* i of film are used up yearly to satisfy the world's demand for moving pic tures. Half the men condemned to death are executed. In the case of women, only one out of ten suffers the death penalty. Rather Late. A man traveling in tlie country met a middle-aged farmer who said his fa ther, 90 years old, was still on the farm where he was born. "Ninety years old. eh?” "Yes, father is close to 90.” “Is his health good?” “ ’Tain’t much now. He’s been com plainin' for a few months back.” “What’s the matter with him?” “I dunno; sometimes I think farm in’ don’t agree with him.” Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. ARE YOU SURE? Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young lady 17 years of age and come in contact with a young man two years my senior I know this man loves me, and his love is reciprocated. When we meet, we always act indiffer ently. Now, in w hat way can we get together to keep company, as I know our r»arents would not object, and our friends are aware of the facts? ANTONETTE. It takes something more than the approval of parents and the knowl edge of mutual friends that they do approve to make a young man love a girl. I want you to have love; it is mv fondest hope for you; but I don't be lieve this man loves you. You say he always acts indifferently toward you. If he loved you, he wouldn’t do that, and you would not have to look for a way to win him. APPEAL TO THE POLICE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I kept company with a young man for three years and expected to be married in th- spring. My parents objected to him. He was very jealous and never took me out or gave me anything. Last summer I became acquainted with a man eight years my senior. He takes me out and says he loves me. My folks like him and I love him^-very dearly. Pie wants to marry me. My first lover threat ens me when he hears I am go ing to get married. He writes letters and w r hen I don’t answer he hangs around my house. PERPLEXED. A jealous man like that is a dan gerous person to know. You mas. marry the second man. for he is the one you love, and you must put an * nd to all obnoxious attentions from the first man. If your father tan mt help you, appeal to the authorities. NOT SURPRISING. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young girl of seventeen. About three months ago I met a young man of eighteen. We met by flirtation. When we had been acquainted about a month he pro fessed his love for me, but since then he has been going with other girls and is very cool to me. L. M. Lightly won, lightly held. An ac quaintance that begins in flirtation usually terminates in th e girl’s sor row. The man is convinced she will comfort herself with the next man who flirts with her, and holds her love lightly. Won’t you please be a little more reserved next time? TREAT HIM THE SAME. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 20. and have been keep ing company for about eight months. We had an argument and separated. Now for about two months we have been reconciled, but he seems rather distant. What would you advise me to do? GWENDOLYN. Evidently his wrath is still smol dering. which indicates a sullen, re sentful disposition. Don’t worry, my dear, if you lose him. It will prove a gain in the end. THE FOOL By WILLIAM F. KIRK. E did not know who sent us here To work end rent and die; Ur did not trust the aged ecer Who wisely owled the sky. Out peered the stars through the heavens' bars; The fool did not know why. He rould not tell why any wan Should wish his brother ill; He saw a starving caruvan Tottering up a hill. Hi rould not see why this should hr When others ate their fill. Ur rould not understand the scheme Men rail their marriage rite. lie knew a maid, that loved and sttayed. He knew her soul was white. The Church, her sisters, all the good— They crushed her in their might. Alt these and many other things He could not comprehend. To wise men here, it seemed so clear They would have shown their friend; Hut he was just a fool, they said, And would be to the end. Good Manners in the Home Too Lazy. “Nodles is the laziest man I know. He has an invention fixed so that by merely pulling a wire in bed he can light the fire; but that doesn’t seem to improve matters.” "Why not?” “He’s too lazy to pull the wire.” Clever Hostess. A German band happened to play under the windows of a house in a fashionable neighborhood the other afternoon, when Mrs. B. was “at home.” They were a fair specimen of their kind—blaring and noisy, yet correct in their time and altogether in movement from long practice. The butler started out to drive them away, for they interrupted thf> music with- in. but Mrs. B. ordered him to invite them in. A happy thought struck her. “Ladies and gentlemen.” she said, five minutes later, “a party of our friends have consented to give an im itation of a street band. I now’ have the pleasure of introducing them.” Then the six members of the organ ization filed awkwardly into place and played a piece. The audience delight edly declared that the mimicry was perfect, especially the make-up of the players, w’ho were recalled half a dozen times. “Would you take them for anything but genuine street stragglers?” was asked of a belle. “Indeed, yes,’’ she confidently re plied; “they’re clever in their mim icry. hut one can always tell gentle men. no matter how disguised. I’m dying to find out who they are.’’ By MRS. FRANK LEARNED. Author of “The Etiquette of New York To-day.” P ARENTS are conscious of the im portance of teaching their chil dren good manners, but very often they forget that children are quick to detect inconsistencies. If the parents fail to observe the courtesies they are trying to teach there will be difficulty in instructing children. If parents are careful to thank chil dren for any little attention, if they ask a favor of them always in cour teous terms, if they reply pleasantly tc their questions and never Indulge in the rudeness of answ ering in mon osyllables or paying no attention to questions, ihtn the children will learn to be careful in their own manners. Children imitate their parents in word and deed and are susceptible to the influence of their looks, voices and manners. Feel Resentment. The resentment children sometimes feel In being required to observe for mulas is because they find these j things disregarded by older persons in the family. Parents, therefore, have to discipline themselves before they can train their children. This may sometimes require the courage to ac knowledge a mistake, for it is as im- I portant to say “I was mistaken.” or “I beg your pardon,” as to say “Thank you.” Conscientious parents know’ tha there can be no training in haphaz ard methods, or by laying down max I irns and precepts, and that it is not by claiming to ’oe infallible that they car. hope to influence their children, but by showing that they are sirivinr toward high standards of conduct. It the home atmosphere is that of peace it is sure to promote contentment. If there is the everyday graciousness of speech and action the influence can not fail to foster kindness and con siderateness. There will not be the mere superficial politeness, but the true graciousness of life, a grace which is deep and enduring. Home, in Its true sense, is the training ground for life. The years a* home are most important because habits are being formed which will influence the entire future. It is there that we learn to fill our place in re lation to others; there that we learn respect for authority and obedient* to law and order. It is in the home tha; we learn in childhood the neces sity of self-control, the Importance of truthfulness, dutifulness, unselfish ness. sympathies and courtesy. We learn to make concessions, to give up insisting on having our own way, and we learn to look at things from the point of view' of other people. High Ideals. Boys and girls who are taught high ideals of conduct In the home will nor fall to exercise, kindness and cour tesy toward their companions. As they grow' to manhood and woman hood they will feel bound to show their best home training in their in tercourse with the world, out of re spect to themselves and the dear fam ily life. The home life may be but a memory, distant in the years, but the influence will never be lost. With the Boy. Willie—May I go and play now, ma ? 4 Mother—What? With those rag ged trousers! 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