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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 Notice. Neither the owners, masters or con signees will be responsible for any debts contracted by the crew of the Norwegian bar,, Spiea. SAMUBLSON, Master. Miss Kate Slater has the newest ready to wear hats, the Kromico. Call and see them. JUST OPENED. 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