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Young Hetbertngton filled nis brier
rwood pipe.
‘‘You don't, mind, do you? You are
always-so jolly mid ehtmnny."
81ie smiled a little deprecntlngly.
There were little* when somehow she
(wished Hetherljigton did not find her
eo Jolly and chummy, though there
times had nothing to do with the brier
wood pipe. The com fort able house was
tiers In effect, and she, the fricndh-as
and kjnlecs klndergartmT, must of
course have felt It good fortune to be
staved the lot of the boarding hoi • and
ven the companionship of pleasant
and well set up people. All the other
■young women she knew told her over
and over again and reminded her that
ahe ought to be grateful for her mer
cies.
It Is true that If Mrs. lfetiierington's
•oldest daughter had not married and
*one to live in a distant city and her
youngest had not died she perhaps
(would not have felt the need of a girl
ish presence in the house enough to
take in Winifred.
Winifred watched Hugh Umbering
ton lift his line length and move across
the room after a light: for ills pipe, As
the match llare Dickered on his clean
features she thought, as any woman
must have, wlmt a handsome follow he
•wns. Hut Winnie thought also that it'
her own mouth had not been so big, her
tendency to freckle so hopeless and the
tint of her hair so uncompromisingly
teil Mrs. Hetberlngton might not have
liked her <iuite so well. Moreover, she
looked a hit older than Hugh, too,
though she hud carefully figured out
that site, In fact, was a year younger.
But, then, Hugh's childhood hml
passed in the flush of pleasure and the
sunshine of affection, and hors?— She
ovas t<s humble to be sorry for herself
and too wise not to see in the worst
that hud ever happened her the possi
ibllltles of still worse and tints be
thnnkful for the Providence that had
►kept her in its hand.
But yet tills evening she thought
•more sharply than usual of another
girl’s symmetry, her gowns, her ac
complishments, her opportunities, nil
the things that are dear to the heart
of woman. And why not? Venus her
acir was not Irresistible until she put
on the right girdle. Hugh had asked
her to help In compni-ing Homo lists,
ml she know very well that every
minute of help she gave him this even
ing was an e.vtru minute for the other
Kill.
She btmt her head over the papers
before her, for the things she was
thinking must steal into her face in
spite of herself.
•'Are yon very tired?" said lletber
lngtou kindly, imt yet altogether im
personally. Hhe raised her head and
•mlled. What was the use? If it were
not this misery, it would lie something
else for a wnlf sneh ns she. "Oh. not
at nil,” she said.
"1 do not believe there is another
girl who would be ns pal lent as jam
are with all my tiresome stuff and
with me too. 10veil mother’s endurance
gives mil once in n while, and she
■colds about my den. If it weren't for
you, I don't know what would happen.
If you’re really not tired. 1 want to go
over these lists with you now, and then
U'm off for the Kendrick reception.
Uertrude Stevenson will be there," he
■aid. a happy lltllc smile playing about
ibis lips. ‘‘Seems to me she is gelling
quote beautiful every day. lion’t you
.think so?"
i Hetherlngbm did not even look at
'her for his answer, lie was indeed in
adsting on being even chummier than
itisunl this evening, ufid Winifred bent
her head close over the papers once
■more.
| “Of course,” Hetherington went on,
"Uertrude is popular, very, aldington
bus a mint of money, too, but 1 don't,
till ilk she * the kind of girl who would
atoop to anything like that.”
Winifred laid to listen to that and
much inure 111 .snatelles and mono
logues, and she was glad when at last
Hetherington left. There me times
.when it is singularly harder to be
“chummy” than at others.
' The next morning Hetherington hurt
gone when she came to breakfast,
something most unusual for him. in
the evening lie did not ask her help.
SBe talked very little, and Mrs. lletber-
Jngtun later said to her husband, "fan
It lie that Hugh is not well:”
Her husband looked up retrospective
ly over bis glasses,
“Maybe he's in love. Maybe ho lias
proposed to sonic girl, and she's turned
him down, livery young fellow lias to
have a lesson or two. it won’t hurt
him, 1 suppose.”
“Oh, how can you talk so? lam sure
Hugh would not propose to ft girl with
out talking to mo about it first.”
Whereupon Mr. Hetherington senior
smiled behind his paper and went on
reading. A tong and comparatively se
rene matrimonial voyage hml taught
him that arguments only 1111 the sails
(with head winds.
Winifred herself neither questioned
nor seemed (o take heed of Hugh*
moods. After several evenings he came
down and asked her once more to come
and help him.
“What do you think, Winifred,” lie
said abruptly after awhile, "ought to be
tbe test of love?”
“1 should think if someone loves you
nil the time, whether you nr. fresh or
tired, pleasant or not pleasant, success
fn! or not " w.. w
“Fresh or tired, pleasant or not pleas
ant successful or not”- Then he
laughed a little Jarringly, she thought.
►‘But .what do you know about it, after
-, , •>** \ . ! V Wjß
Walked . .. loffir
for a few minutes. Then he
said he had some nasty experiments to
make, and maybe she would not want
to stay, although he rather looked as
though he would have liked to have
had her.
But she left and tin n sat at her win
dow watching Ids shadow move to and
fro as It foil against the trees of the
garden. Suddenly she heard a spluttor
j lug explosion and a strange guttural
; cry. For a ghastly second she watched
the fitful leap of lights on the trees, hut
I Ilia shadow did not come hack. Then
| she grabbed her "water pitcher, full
i happily, and the heavy rug on the floor
and ran into Ids room. She flung the.
door open upon a thin blur of flame and
flickering tongues reaching like danc
ing Imps here and there in midair, and
through it all something like a huddled
figure on the floor, lip went the water
ahead of herself and over herself and
then the rug over the figure, and with a
strength she hardly dared to think
could be In her tense muscles she
dragged It out toward the hall. Then,
wrapping iter skirts around herself
with a quick turn, she tore down the
burning portieres that screened the
laboratory from the den, and, finding
the hose attached to the hydrant, she
set the spray over herself and over the
room.
By tills time the others had come.
But It wns really all over. She stag
gored out to look at Hugh. IJis eyes
were closed, his face blackened.
“Is he dead? Oh, Is he dead?” she
said weakly.
Then, covering her face with her
burned hands os if fearing the an
swer, slie sent down in a white heap
beside him.
The next day Hugh, who, though
singed and stunned, had been little
hurt, sat beside her and held her band
aged bands.
He watched the play of her feature*
as lie talked to her, and it seemed to
him like watching an unfolding flower.
He eanght himself wondering again
and again at some newly discovered
charm. What deep, fine eyes! Wlmt a
singularly sweet and unaffected smile!
What an intimate gentleness in her
Uh
■voice!
.Mrs. Hetherington said one morning:
"How charming you are in that pale
yellow wrapper! Von are quite trans
formed.’' And she passed her hand ten
derly over the girl who had saved her
lust child to her.
Hugh said, “She is Cinderella, and
the fairy godmother has shaken tlio
magic tree over her.”
And lie did not know just, yet that
the magic which was touching her and
him, too, was older even than fairy
godmothers.
He spent Ids spare moments now try
ing to please her, even as she had once
tried to please him, He told her over
and over again that it was her wit and
her speed and her dear burned hands
that saved Iris life after Ids stupidity
witli tlio etlier and the collodion.
“Ah, no,” she would say. “It was un
inspiration. I am not n lilt brave of
myself.”
“Ho you remember," lie said one day.
“your test of lovi ?"
She blushed a little this time. “You
never iohl me," lie went on, "whether
you ever loved any one that way or
not.”
She did not answer.
“Ho you think Hint you could V”
lie thought'ho saw a smile (lit over
tlio face, bent away from him though
it was, and he took her hands that
were now honied, though stlll scarred
u little.
She raised her head and looked at
him, and lleUierlngton suddenly knelt
down before her and kissed her hands,
and then lie drew her head down to
him and kissed her on the lips.
An Afrlcun M H ht.
From the hush rose the dentil scream
of some animal in the grip of its pur
suer, jackals yelped in the distance or
the prolonged howl of a hyena broke
out close at hand. A wakeful "boy”
imitated it derisively, the snores gave
place to a renewed murmur of talk, the
nskari Hung another log on the smol
dering lire. .Not always did the land lie
silent. I have known sleep made diffi
cult by the antics of hundreds of zebra,
who thudded hither and thither on the
plain like diminutive cavalry and cried
in a succession of little barks, worried,
perhaps, by (hiding the camp between
them and their accustomed watering
place. In some districts when on wet
nights rain had swamped tlio fires, a
zoological garden of "questing beasts”
was apt to foregather round the touts.
Thus hyenas, jackals, three lions and a
brace of hippopotami contributed in
timately to one seance that I wot of,
and, ns the darkness was too thick for
vision, that nigiit yielded but scanty
peace. Hippo arc at ail times awkward
things to get raveled up in tlio tent
ropes. CornhUl Magazine.
Maori Women.
Maori women of New Zealand know
nothing about kissing. Nose rubbing
is their form of salutation, and when
two friends meet 1 hey hold each other
bv their hands, bond their heads until
ilieir noses touch and Hum rub them
gently from side to side. This form
of greeting is not confined to the wo
men, but is practiced by the men.
They seldom meet without rubbing
noses, in times of lamentation tbe
Maori women will sit for hours with
their noses touching and moan for
tlie loss of some chief whom they have
in all probability never seen. The loss
of a In-other or friend is enough to
start them off for days, all moaning
and howling piteously. They are es
sentially a sympathetic race, and the
sorrows of one are the sorrows of all.—
Chicago -News. ;
By GEORGE M. JOrSBANE
't"
Copyright. Iffl, by
A. H. Richardson
Perkins of Ohio ws s an old man, a
lame man and a decidedly homely man,
but be had a shrewd head and a mint
of money. He brought bis mint of mon
ey' to the Pennsylvania oilfields with
the Intention of Increasing It to two
mints. Incidentally he met Widow
Stubbies.
Widow Stebbins lived in the center of
the oil holt on a farm of twenty-one
acres. Fifty years old. with a face that
would stop n clock, she had been u wid
ow - for fifteen years. Sho had done her
best to secure husband No. 2, but every
man in the surrounding counties had
fought shy of what they termed the
homeliest and the talkiest woman in nil
Pennsylvania. But when oil was struck
Widow Stebbins became the center of
masculine interest. The valuation of
tier farm kited up Into the thousands,
and she determined to kill two birds
with one stone. Stre would acquire
riches and a husband at the same time.
She calmly announced that her farm,
for which she had been offered $50,000,
was neither for sale nor to lease, but
whoever married her could do what he
liked with the property. Every man
who heard of this imagined he had the
chance of u lifetime, hut the widow be
came more and more particular every
day. She even refused men on account
of the color of their hair or (lie size of
theif feet.
Perkins wns among the first to offer
ills heart and hand to Widow - Stcfl
hins. Here was an opportunity that
would not demand the investment of
any of his treasured capital. The fes
tive widow looked him over and point
ed to tile gate.
“You can pass right on. I don’t be
lieve I’d have married you ten year*
ago, when I used to feel like goln’
out in the fields an’ sparkin’ a scare
crow.”
Perkin* swallowed his pride and of
fered her SIOO,OOO cash for tlie farm,
but again she laughed at him. Then,
with righteous wrath blazing In his
bosom, he rode back to town and called
three of nu young fellows Into a con
ference. Wo were oil single, and one
of us wns to lie the victim. A cold
blooded agreement was drawn up In
black and white. Perkins wns lo fur
nish all the capital for us to make a
good appearance before the widow,
THE DOCTOR BROKE LOOSE AMI PVSCHXD
W lt HEADS At,!, AROUND.
aud the one who secured wife and
farm was to divide profits with the re
maining three. We drew lots, and I
won. Perkins was liberal ns fo my out
fit, even to the diamond stud nnd gold
headed cane, and It was a pretty swell
man who drove up to Widow Stebbins’
gate.
1 Had heard of Widow Stebbins, but
had not yet seen her. At the first
glance I stood ready to shed my finery
and shovel dirt at 50 cents per day
rather titan marry her. Perhaps she
road my feelings in my face, for she
promptly placed her arms akimbo on
the fence and Informed me that I was
knee sprung, nearsighted and empty
beaded. What 1 said in return was
equally frank. My plain talk about her
personal appearance rather tickled her
sense of humor, and as I totS((by de
parture she called out that if she didn’t
find a man that suited her better with
in a month she reckoned she’d drop me
a line.
Duggan weut out next, and a hand
somer fellow wasn't to be found in the
oil belt. He was cordially welcomed
and was beginning to feel like a man
led out to execution when Widow
Stebbins suddenly asked him if he
could write poetry. On ills replying
that he could not she shook her head
and said that she had decided to marry
a poet. Duggan ohiigingly offered to
learn, but she Sectored she couldn’t
wait. She wanted a full fledged poet,
not one who was just experimenting in
the art.
“You see,” she said, "when I was a
young girl I started to write poetry
an' had to give it up for the washtuh.
Seein’Abat I'm rich now. I’m goiu’ back
to it, an' ? want a husband that’ll ap
preciate an’ help me.”
Our third man was a physician. The
widow looked him over critically and
asked:
”Cau you write poetry?”
“No, madam: 1 am a doctor,”
“I.nwzee! You’re the first doctor
that’s proposed. I’d like you to writ*
jwetry; but, then, I can do that, an*
my
■HBes. I think yo-.i’ll do.”
you wanted a poet,"
her suitor despairingly.
“So I did, but I’ve changed v my mind.
A woman with my prospects in oil’s got
the right to change her mind as often
as she likes. You can bring the preach
er over as soon as you please.”
The young doctor came back to us
looking ten years older. It had been a
fair and square agreement, but we
could see that he wanted to throw us
down. He w - as aa poor as a church
mouse, but the prospect of riches which
we dangled before his eyes could not
banish the memory of Widow Slabbing’
face. Finally Perkins whispered to
me:
“Post his nerve. Have to be braced
up. Champagne's the stuff.”
But that was where we made our
mistake. The doctor was one of these
chaps who grow ugly under the Influ
ence of the sparkling fluid. Jusl when
we had him at the point where we
could hear wedding bells and oil wells
gushing simultaneously he broke loose, j
punched our heads all round, and the
last news we got of him was that lie
had left Oil City in a wagon, with a
black eye and a broken nose.
For a week we mourned and could
not be comforted that is, the younger
men mourned. Old Perkins, who had
Invested the capital in the matrimonial
enterprise, swore not softly, but often.
At the end of that time we heard
that Widow Stebbins had married a
railroad conductor, who had won her
out on the plea that she could travel oil
passes ail over the world. That such a
bait could win a woman who by the
stroke of a pen could command mil
lions Is one of the inconsistencies of the
sex generally and widow* In particu
lar.
Three days after their marriage the
conductor had executed live leases, and
the farm looked like a modern beehive.
Then n strange tiling happened and
knocked out the husband, the geolo
gist*, the borers and all hands on the
ground. Not a drop of oil was ever
struck on that farm. They went down
to sand rock and other kinds of rock,
they bored and they torpedoed, but it
was a dead loss. The oil basin seemed
to have made an Island of that farm.
A year later it was offered to any man
who would take It and pay the taxes.
1 never heard whether the doctor
learned of Ids narrow escape or wheth
er the unfortunate railroad man hung
himself in despair, hut personally 1
have always been profoundly - grateful
to Widow Stebbins for pronouncing me
knee sprung, nearsighted and empty
headed
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