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ITS SWEETHEART •
BY WILLIAM WALDO.
LACK CARDREW whistled. Then
1 up wfcnt his eyebrows, a second
(T> j indication of surprise. Then and, he
laid the note on the table,
stai ng over it with his hands on read his
hips i a commanding fashion, he
it a n to make quite sure oC its con
teDj ‘
«j . jack• —Can’t possibly get back
there? for if ah. hour. Be my. good and angel, I
on$Vk a - good- chap. Madeline
. SheVoSSS
so'tanprtuoS: to thrash the
to ci o-day a#d rfer *e were luncheon of the
who! :hipg; out a
dainU. a coueeivm/ and heye I ani aiinp v
; c fe“k>n/ My 'clear old Jack,'you Made
see re liiemnrt*Hl you/ duty.; If
line | , ’j -to III Moon"'street,and finds
hv * ' "i' i.iU uh\>4 h for). the .will jeivdcrV), return .into aiid
my • oiession
was t*uyith Madeline, anl,
could rri\e afvie|ut I should offend-my ive
SZ»rich^ ..-I hand, and I'am lose my nqw in- m
.-ant wife—precioii.-,impetuous prtBrmiit; to the income, while
me danger Madeline—
is m, of be* lost forever. So you
flKmy, pacify her ujj 1 conle. And I say,
do just' Ajjf in a few incidental
fJWtaes .1 amt- my as virtues to my—ii»ni!—manly iiju the iridescent qualities. liues
ot an abnormal]y|ieal.thy imagination,
'-Bring (Butter me together up fox ike all the you good are fairy worth. in
us
the story book, an) I shall ever remain
your “B. grateful ; KIT.”
all that S.—Say I’m 'I real good chap and
sort of thin/’
Here was a strange situation. Jack
reviewed it critidily, marking off the
inain points oil hi- finger ends. Kit,
^ hest;«eh|p } Q tie world, though a
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„ rfffnv: a! amnesty Kli 'to Mfscuss terms Of
peace. appoints—here Jack 'twelve. con¬
sults his watch—a quarter of
Madeline agrees. Kit is ambushed by
a hopelessly wealthy uncle, and Made¬
line is on the point of coming to the
agi’ged spot to find herself, in plain
English, spoofed! Item: One interme¬
diary—viz. and to Wit, Jack Cardrew—
who hereby swears and undertakes to
pacify, mollify, soothe, soften and oth¬
erwise stroke down Madeline.
After which mental declaration Jack
fell into an armchair and tried to pic¬
ture Miss Madeline Nelthorpe laugh¬
ing at the odd chance that was to give
him his first introduction to Kit’s
sweetheart.
She was late. It was five minutes
to twelve. Jack strode the room with
ail the seriousness of a professional
expert in smoothing over the waters
of true love. To complete the picture
he thrust his right hand with an air
of careless meditation into his double
breasted jacket and hooked his fore¬
finger into his watch pocket. It came
in contact with a hard, smooth sub¬
stance. A bright light illumined Jack’s
face as he very carefully and tenderly
withdrew a dance programme. It
would inspire him in Kit’s cause. He
knew what it Was to love. He had a
very deep and sincere attachment for
—he looked at the programme against
the eighth dance—“pink with blue
dots.” So brief, so unintelligible, yet
how sweet a morsel of womanhood
was contained in those magic if slight¬
ly uuromantic words, “pink with blue
dots!” And to think that was all he
knew of her! Her name, her chaperon,
alike unknown to him! The music of
her voice, the delightful roguish laugh,
the deep, unfathomable blue dots—
eyes, 1 mean—lingered in his memory
like some pleasant dream.
Yes, he could plead to Miss Nel
tliorpe on Kit’s behalf with a lover’s
enthusiasm. He could speak from
experience, for Cupid had taken him
by the hand and shown him a wonder¬
ful new world, a realm hitherto un¬
dreamed of, a beautiful pink paradise
with—well, blue dots.
Twelve o’clock. She was late.
Just then the door opened, and Miss
Nelthorpe was announced.
Jack came forward to meet her, then
stopped dead. Could it be? Kit’s
sweetheart this?
“Mr. Cardrew,” exclaimed the be¬
witching visitor in a tone of genuine
amazement, “what a surprise!”
“Pink with blue dots,” cried Jack,
with a look of chagrin.
“Then yon haven’t forgotten me?”
“Forgotten yop? No; I wish I had.
I mean I wish—oh, to think wliat I
Lave promised!”
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*To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as night the day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man.”
LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 4.1902.
| And he let slip the little suede fingers
of his lost angel and metaphorically
turned his back on paradise.
“The eighth dance,” said Miss Nel
thorpe, with a sigh and a half laugh,
“The seventh heaven,” groaned Jack,
“Miss Nelthorpe, let me tell you every
thing,” continued the unhappy Car
drew, taking-a low!seat by the girl’s
side and assuming a martyr at the
stake expression. “When 1 saw you
melt luto a crowd hovering and press
tag about the refreshment buffet at
the dance the other, night, I felt al
inclined to run after you and
beg you not to leave; me. The thought
that we-might never meet again chilled
ahcl sickened me. For the truth is. I
wSs ho »«4 s! *'- desperately, madly,
blindly apd all. the rest of it, in love
.with you,”'
- “Sit down,”' said Jack quietly and
a majlcr of fact ail' .“For three
•whole days .1 diave felt the ..ebb.; anrl
flow, of a Strbng tiij£ of ^passion. I
have suffereS' apprehension lest I
should aiiter see you, lest you should
fofget me, lest my violent attachment
should work itself out like « cold in
the head.” .
Miss Nelthorpe looked.perplexed.
“An hour ago/’ sqid Jack,, rising ab¬
ruptly, “and I would have given all I
possess to meet you. Now you are the
last person in the world I desired to
see. Oh, I'm ah awful urrlucky c-hap!”
The visitor grew a littlb uneasy.
“I don’t understand you,” slie .said,
simply.
.'V-——-Ih- ,u! A'JC .-a#***
„ a, earn Jack. .
• “If I had known—” Began illss
Nelthorpe. “But I carhe to see——.”
“Kit.”-
“Yes,” assented she, surprised at
Jack’s boisterous interruption.
“Kit, fortunate Kit.” "!*
“And he promised to meet-”
“But you’ll forgive him. He left me
here and, after making me promise to
wring from you an assurance of for¬
giveness, told me to be sure and not
let you go until he came back.”
“But I want to tell you-” said
Miss Nelthorpe, with a roguish laugh.
“No, no. I won’t listen,” said Jack,
resolutely. “You’re going to slang Kit.
You are going to blame him, scold
him. Now you must forgive him.
He’s such a splendid chap, and—and it
was I who made him go out”
“I’m glad,” she said, and laughed.
“Glad? Theu you didn’t want to
meet him and make it up?”
“No. It’s not exactly that.”
“After all, it was only a lover’s quar¬
rel, a slight brush, and all about a
hat, a paltry toque. You see, Kit has
told me everything. Now you're sorry,
really sorry, Kit is out, aren’t you?”
“No,” began she in a petulant tone.
“Now’,” said Jack, in cheery tones,
“I see you relenting. The hard little
heart is melting.”
She laughed outright.
“Very well, then,” she admitted, her
face wreathed in smiles, “I am sorry.”
“Capital,” said Jack. “He’s such an
awful decent chap—Kit. You'll be so
happy, and I shall be so miserable!”
Miss Nelthorpe stroked her muff. As
she raised her eyes she saw on a chair
near by the dance programme.
“Why,” she said, “that's the i>ro
grainme of
“Yes,” interrupted Jack, hastily.
“Fancy your keeping it.!’
“The pencil, you know,” replied he—
“such a jolly handy thing to have.”
“Yes,” responded Miss Nelthorpe,
feelingly, “especially when it hasn't a
point.”
Jack blushed.
“By Jove,” he said in desperation,
“w’hat a splendid chap Kit is!”
“Yes; you told me.”
“I suppose you’re simply devoted to
him.”
“Humph! Yes, I—I like him.”
“Like him!” repeated Jack. “My
dear Miss Nelthorpe, you love him; you
know you do.”
“Likes him,” he said to himself.
“She only likes him.”
The girl gave the case due consid¬
eration.
“Well,” she said, “perhaps you are
right, Mr. Cardrew. I do love him.”
Jack’s face fell.
“Loves him,” lie said to himself.
“I've over-persuaded her. I’m forcing
-
her into a loveless, jistasteful mar¬
riage, and I simply vvcjfship her.”
“When I say I like him—love him,”
explained Miss Nefthorpe, taking
Jack’s dismal expression as an index
of his true feelings. “<tf course I mean
in a friendly way—a brotherly way.”
“Friendly!” said Ja#:. (“Angel!” he
thought.) (“Lovely creature!” “Broth cr^V’ he said thought.) Jack.
“Poor old Kit!” he Ejaculated in his
most buoyant for him. tone. Shwhas £‘She thrown doesn’t care him
a snap
up. She’s in love with me, while I
have promised-”
“Poor old Kit!” echoed Miss Nel
thorpe. “If only—f-’*
“If only,” repeated Jack, coming
closer and touching her gloved hand.
“Oh,” she sdld, “you mustn’t do
that.”
“No.”
“I mean, you oughtn’t to.”
“No.”
Silence for'exactly thirty seconds.
“After all,” said jack, with a gallant
attempt at gayet.y, “you can’t do better
than stick to Kits Make a better hus¬
band'than 1—”. .
"Wliy,. what do. you mean?”
“Handsome chap, well made. Pis.
loose-jointed, plain. Kit’s amiability
itself. I'm never civil before twelve
and always grumpy when the sun goes
in. Kit’s bright, talkative, witty, com¬
panionable. I’m silent, unsociable and
dull.’
“And your livers?” inquired Miss
Nelthorpe.
“I don’t believe Kit has one, while
I—I believe I’ve got two. Now yod
see what,-a treasure you’ve got in Kit.’!
And Jack picked tlie programme up
and nursed it tenderly.
She. watched him closely.
“So, y.oifll forget his little unreason¬
ableness, won’t, you?”
“One one condition,” she said.
' '
“And that?” '
u ,
“If 1 marry “VB>uld MKiidtne girl,, with
a little laugh, be as well not
to “It cherish will old be only rivalries.” Won’t
a memory.
you let me keep it?” he asked plain¬
“Better not,” slm said.
“The remembrance of the happiest
quarter of an liom 1 in all my life-”
“For Kit’s sake.”
Jack folded the silken cord about it
and went over to the fireplace.
“A pencil is sue ■ an awfully handy
thing.”
“For Kit’s sake.” He raised it above
the flames. “Wail ” said the girl. “I
just remember I ai always wanting a
pencil. Perhaps it would do if I took
it.” Jack handed it to her as if it
were coronet of thistledowm. She took
it with a little queenly air of triumph
and put it iu her muff. “There,” she
said; “that means you must forget
me.”
Jack groaned.
“And you’ll make it up with Kit?”
he said, dismally. “Of—of course I
want you to.”
“Oh, we’re very good friends,” re¬
turned she.
“And when you two are married,”
began Jack iu a thick, tragic, basso
profundo.
“Married! ’ cried Miss Neliborpe, _
breaking into a rippling flood of laugh
ter. “Oh, we shall never marry!”
“Never marry! Ah, you are heartless
to talk like that, to laugh! Poor Kit!
He’s in a fool’s paradise.”
Miss Nelthorpe -grew serious.
“And would you like me to marry
Kit.'” she asked, taking a more than
usual interest in the pattern of the
carpet.
“How can you ask? For Kit's sake, ,
yes.”
“Well,” she said, getting up abrupt¬
ly, “I can’t wait for Kit another sec¬
ond. It's a shame!’!
Jack turned to remonstrate.
"It's ol’ no Use. I can't stay. I must
leave a message.”
“But he’ll be back in a minute.”
“Just in time to find me gone. Mr.
Cardrew, may I intrust a message with
you?”
“But you must K|it stay--”
“Will you tell that Madeline is
in bed with a eold-j—”
“Madeline in bej-”
“And that I havfe called as a deputy
peace envoy.”
“You—you!” exclaimed Jack, trem¬
bling with excite nent. “Then—then
you are not Kit’s i vveetheart?”
Miss Nelthorpe uughed. “I did my
best to explain—— ’
“Then you’re miie!”
And he advanc' d with the energy
and swiftness of passion. The girl,'
gave a little stare and assumed an ex¬
pression and carriage of dignity great¬
ly offended.
“Mr. Cardfew,” she said, her bauds
clasped together in her muff, her head
flung in the air, “you forget-”
“I’m sorry,” said Jack, abashed, “but
you know how—how I love you-”
“It is wasted, believe me.”
“Wasted!” echoed Jack in great de¬
jection, “Why, what can you mean?”
“Think, Mr. Cardrew, think what ij
would mean?”
“I know I’m not half worthy of you
—not good eno-” i
“Far from handsome,” said she, “lose
jointed, never civil before twelve,
o’clock.”
“I would really try to make you
happy,” pleaded Cardrew.
“As happy as a silent, unsociable,
dull husband could, I suppose.”
“Perhaps, alter all, 1'iu not as bad
as that.”
“Even if you wore not,” said she,
with imperturbable gravity, “a mail
with two livers—it would be like mar¬
rying a chronic bilious attack.”
Jack was fairly caught.
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any rate,” he ventured, “you
will let me have my programme back,
gjnee you are not goiug to marry Kit.”
Mi , s Nelthorpe demurred. “You have
stolen my hearti » sa id Jack in ag
gri eved tones. “You have stolen my
programme_”
should like to keep one,” said the
girl, prettily, “in remembrance of the
second happiest quarter of an hour——”
“Xhe pencil has no point,” said Jack,
wouldn’t be of the least use.”
“Very well, then,” she said. “I will
re turn*it,” and held it out to Jack.
He took the han‘1 that proffered it
and held it fast.
“Won’t you overlook my two livers?”
he pleaded.
“It’s so unusual,” she said.
“But you have two hearts,” said
Jack.
Miss Nelthorpe laughed gayly.
“What a poor card player you would
make. Look, what is in your hand.
What are you holding?”
“My programme,” said Jack.
“And my heart,” said Miss Nel¬
thorpe. “You see, you don't know the
strength of your hand.”
“By George!” said Jack, “the win¬
ning heart!”
And the roses in her cheeks assented.
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Whence Conies Electricity?
At a time when electricity is rapidly
transforming the face of the globe,
when it has already in great measu re
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annihilated distance, and bids fair to
abolish darkness for us, it is curious
to notice how completely Ignorant “the
plain man” remains as to the later de¬
velopments of electrical theory. Some
recent correspondence lias led me to
think that a vague notion that electric¬
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way flows through a telegraph wire
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There is. in fact, a perfect consensus
of opinion among scientific writers that
it is not a fluid, i. e., a continuous
stream of ponderable matter, as is
a liquid or a gas; and that it is not a
form of energy, as is heat. Outside
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at liberty to roam where it listeth, and
although it has used this liberty to a
considerable extent, no definite result
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Col. Mai thy tells of a neighbor, says
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