The Dillon herald. (Dillon, S.C.) 1894-????, August 12, 1909, Image 6
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;i y? How a Girl Blundered
J ( IW. R. Rom, In Clevel
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The young woman paused in the s
doorway. The young man at the ?
table looked up and liked the picture.
"Come in," he called.
She advanced timidly. s
"If you have the time," she said, a
I?I would like to submit a play." a
"So I gathered from the fact that 1
you nave the manuscript with you," I
said the man. "Be seated, please."
She looked at him In Borne surprise.
Was this the man she had been
warned against, the petulant, Irritable,
outspoken manager? ?
"It is my first effort," she ex- t
plained.
"I can Imagine so," he said. "You
cant have been at the business very
long." s
Evidently this was a reference to
her youth.
w "I am twenty-two," she hastily o
said, "and I have studied the best
authors, and seen the best plays." d
He smiled again.
"No doubt your hours have been a
well spent," he .aid. "At the same "
time the influen. *' the best au- 1
thors and the best piays oay hamper v
rather than assist."
Her face ciouded a little. s
"But If we cannot go to them for
help and inspiration, where can we a
go?"
"I wish 1 could tell you," said the (c
TOll nut man
She hesitated. 1
"I am taking a great liberty," she
aid.
"In what way?" 3
"I am going to ask you to let me
read a little of my play."
He looked doubtful for a fleeting
< moment.
"I am considering," he said. (
"I know It is irregular," she mur- ]
mured, "but you seem so kind that i
I am daring enough to take the lib- <
erty."
"Have you any idea how many i
plays come into this o.Tice every day?" J ]
"N-no."
"Neither have I. But they total j;
an astonishing number?most of <
them absolutely impossible."
"Yes, it's very discouraging." Jl
"It certainly is very discouraging !
lor the hopeful manager." j]
i "B-do yea riad all the plays that i
<coij. into the oJflca?" 11
He laughed. lie was much j (
amnsoH
v. "Certainly not. There are two \ |
jr/ jcr.;':2:s who dj nothing else." 1
, She sighed.
" "I suppose It would have been just
U3 well if I had mailed my manu- i
script. But people say such unpleasant
things. They have told me that \
my play would be thrust away into a l
moldy cabinet?and never looked at c
again."
-Yes."
"Then they said that if there was {
anything good in my play it would be }
.?be borrowed." c
"Stolen?"
" Y-yes."
He looked at her flushed cheeks, "
her sparkling eyes. f
"You are not writing plays for a
livelihood?" I
"No."
Iu
-ies. ui course, i want. 10?10 uo I
something." I
He smiled.
"A light and easy occupation that
can be carried on at home. I see." j
"I have written a few little plays, t
One of them was performed while I
was at school at Wellesley. It was \
a fantasy." t
"I know the variety."
"Then I wrote a two-act play for a i
dramatic club. It was never per- c
formed."
"That's a pity." I
"The club broke up during the first i
rehearsal. There were too many i
stars, I think."
"I know that variety of club." I
The girl nodded. f
"And that's the extent of my dramatic
experience."
"It's not overcrowded," he said,
and looked at his watch.
The girl leaned forward.
"Isn't It true that ">??.?
.....iin^Tio arc
always on the lookout for good
plays?"
"Of course It's true."
"And that they will take a good
play even by an unknown author?"
"That's equally true."
She sighed again.
"That's my only hope," she said.
He looked at her curiously.
"You take this rather seriously,"
he said.
"Isn't that the right way to take
it? I want to succeed. I want to do
something worth while. It isn't as if
I needed the money. My father is?
but never mind that. I have a longing
to be famous. Ever since Brew- I
ster Allen made his great success I
have felt that I could succeed, too."
"Brewster Allen, eh?"
*D-do you know him?"
"A little. Are you aware that
Brewster Allen tramped up and down
the managerial stairs for Ave years
before he could get a hearing?"
- "Yes. Isn't it a romantic story.
And he was so poor, and yet so brave
and hopeful. And now he is the most
k famous of them all?with honors and
money Just pouring in upon him!"
Tho man laughed,
t. "I told you I knew him a little?
although this isn't the office that first
appreciated bis genius. Would you
be surprised to learn that he has
quite written himself out?that he la
jH'< tired and Jaded, and harassed by the
elaltm upon him?by the importunate I
demands upon his pen. and that be)
to torn with fear leat his next drama ]
F?I_AY. 11
i Into Good Fortune, (uj }
and Plain Ooalor.) J {
ihould show the effect of his mental 1
:xhaustion and prove a failure?"
The girl Bhoolc her head. '
"That doesn't seem possible," she 1
laid. "No doubt he has oeen feted 1
ind flattered too much. It doesn't '
leem as If the man who wrote 'The
Uchemlst' could ever do anything c
>oor."
She paused. T
"You have seen 'The Alchemist?' "
"Yes." '
He looked at hl3 watch again and
;lanced at the volume in limp leather 1
hat the girl had laid on the table. i
"May I read it now?" she asked. 8
He nodded.
"You may read the cast and the *
ynopsls. You have a synopsis?"
"Oh, yes." *
She Suddenly pushed the volume a
icross the table. 8
"I think you will admit that I have c
lone the mechanical part well." ^
"Very well. Indeed. I've never seen I
i neater piece of work." He laughed. ^
This makes me tremble for the play 4
tself. Dramatic authors are pro'erblally
untidy." 8
She looked across at him and
miled.
-mat doesn't hold good vith man- *
igers, does it?"
"Rank flattery," he cried. "Proeed
with the reading."
She had a pleasant voice and she *
ead well.
Presently he checked her.
"Am I to point out the faults as *
"ou go along?"
"Of course."
"Freely and frankly?"
"Yes." ' 1
"Then I don't like your cast of
:haracters. You have too many peo- ^
?le to handle. Cut the crowd down ,
:o nine. Those hackneyed lay figures j
should be on the ash heap." I
"Very well," said the girl, but her
roice trembled. "I tnougnt they were ^
necessary to develop the comedy."
"Never mind the comedy. Bat if
you insist upon it let it be merely .
suggested. Now for the scenes." (
The girl read on, and the man
found her very pleasant to look at.
Then she began upon the scenery. ,
Presently he shook his head.
"You attempt too much in your
first act. Let the plot work itself
out. Too many people are trying to (
develop it. And I can see that the
first act Is short in action. You'll |
have to change all that." (
The girl looked up.
"I?I wanted to make It seem <
real," she explained. (
"All sorts of crimes are committed ]
under the name of realism," he told ,
her. "It's a sadly abused word. Go ]
>n, please."
"Is?is it worth while?" >
"Of course it is. 'uuis is your
jolden chance. It is quite possible \
ou may never have the opportunity ;
f seeing me again." <
And he suddenly laughed.
"You are very kind," she said. 1
'You are so different from what I <
eared you might be."
"You can't turn me from my high <
rnrpose," he said. "I am the inexor- '
iblo critic. Bear this in mind." 1
"If?if you didn't like the first act, ]
am sure you can't like the second,
t isn't nearly so good." (
"You mustn't try to prejudice me. ]
fou have no right to assume that 1
rour second act can be any worse
han your first act. i
She had just resumed her reading i
vhen there was a sound of a wild 1
umult in the halh t
The girl stopped to listen. The i
nan suddenly arose. The noise in- <
:reased. Thpm ?!..*??* -*?*
? nvtc Uiaiuici snouts. (
The man opened the hall door. A <
jungent odor Instantly filled the 1
oom. The hall was growing dim be- 1
lind a blue haze. I
"There seems to be a fire In the i
;uildlng," said the man. He gave the 1
{Lrl a quick glance. She had ariBen 1
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^ not over somebody's hat which
T 2. To cut off a pedestrian
his clothes with mud.
^ 3. To break up a funeral b
? a dog fight.
4. To smash into a carriage
f occupants to a hospital.
^ 5. To wreck a machine wh
f but not to admit they were picl
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^ MINOR CONVENTIONS?
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^ For the second offense the p
A to only one killing a week.
and lier cheeks had suddenly paled, 1
but she stood firm and erect. 1
"Is there any danger?" she asked, <
and her voice was steady. i
Til investigate. Don't leave the room.
I'll let you know." 1
He closed the door behind him, but t
In a moment was back again, choking )
md coughing. He slammed the door 1
behind him. t
"A good deal of smoke is coming t
ip the elevator shaft and the narrow i
stairway," he explained. "The ele- t
rator isn't running, and it wouldn't 1
je safe to try the stairway." t
The girl glanced toward the winlow.
"Then there Is nothing to do but ?
valt," she quickly said. 1
He looked at her with strong ad- <
nlratlon in his quick glance.
Then he crossed to the window and <
aised the heavy sash and looked out.
hoarse murmur came Up from the <
itreet far below.
The haze In the room was growing t
>luer. <
"Come," the man quickly called to
he girl. "There is plenty of pure t
ilr here. Don't look down. Do you
ee this ledge here and the fire es:ape
five windows away? Yes? 1
Yell, when the time comes?which, 1
iraise God, it will not?.you and I 1
vlll wall.- ?!->? *
.... ..M.? uivu5 luul itmge 10 tne es- 1
:ape." 1
"Yes," said the girl. "I underhand."
1
"You are splendid," said the man. <
"I am horribly afraid," Bald the 1
5lrl." 1
"So am I," said the man.
They knelt together by the window I
ind leaned out across the sill, and 1
joth were silent. 1
The crowd shouted, the gongs
:rashed, and then the smoke seemed 1
o lessen.
The man drew back. 1
"I'll investigate," he said. 1
When he came back he was coughing
and laughing, too. i
"Danger's over," he cried. "They :
checked the flre on a lower floor. 1
S'ow they are trying to get the ele- J
rator up." He looked at her carious- >
ly. "Don't they usually faint when J
It's all over?" <
She suddenly laughed. She laughed ]
hysterically.
"Don't," he gently cautioned her.
"You can't Imagine what I am 1
laughing at," she said. "It's at a
scene In that two-act play I told you 1
about. I thought It wonderfully real- '
Istlc when I wrote It. But now." She
suddenly laughed again.
"Sit down," he said. "You are exciting
yourself."
"I must tell you about it," she went
Dn. "The hero and the heroine are
penned in a lofty building and a fire 1
breaks out?just as this did. And
then the two show their real natures
?just as they would in actual life.
5he grows sentimental and he curses
Tate. She remembers her happy childhood
and he talks about dying like a
rat in a trap. And I thought it was
ppflHaH/* "
"Come," said the man, "don't you
want to go home?"
"Why, no," said the girl. "I want
to tell you about the play. You know
rou said it was very doubtful if I ever
jaw you again." 1
"I hope I was mistaken about that," 1
tie said. And the girl's cheeks sudlenly
flushed.
"I know I have done pretty much 1
everything wrong," she hastily said, !
'but I want you to hear the whole 1
plot. Let me tell you the third act. 1
t will talk fast."
He nodded and she began the relation.
She gave the scene wi#i a sim- 1
pie earnestness that was impressive 1
In its unaffected way. '
"You see what I meant to empha- '
jize," she said. "Here is the young
wife wild with anxiety because she 1
tears her husband's honor is in danger.
These people who are his enemies,
the young husband's stepmoth- <
ir and the stock gambling rival, have 1
:ome to denounce him. You see the <
Till rcn olift ? *
laivca. one deliberately '
lies to save the man she adores. Her '
aature suddenly changes. She lies i
glibly and artistically. The step- ?
mother and the broker know she is
ying, but the husband and the father
think she is speaking the truth?and
I
2 Gtutomobilist. # ;
Onveutlons. ^ <
it. more binding than legal ^
Press, offers an automobile &
dth a baby in her arms, but ^ 1
has blown off. ^
's head, but not to Bpatter.. j
y cutting through It, but not
i, but not to take the Injured ^
en It is full of chorus girls,
ted up. ^
>urt, but not to pay the fine ^
wner of the car Is home, but ^ 1
Violations. ^ I
ortsmanllke when you run ^ 1
lot dead to go back and run ^ 1
ral he must be regarded as J i
rest of that day only. ,
e way you block absolutely ^ ,
and one-legged people not f 1
, particularly In fear of the 0
ed in formal charges to the ^
-h offenders and any owner ^ ,
> and the conventions, as a W i
fender to the penalty of be- ^
t killings a day for the next
snalty will he a lite sentence ^ (
\ ;"*'
the truth Is abhorrent. The father, I
bowed and broken by her falsehoods,
lenounces her. To him she has always
been an Innocent, truthful child
?the thought that she may be lying
a absurd. And the husband, equally
itupid, turns from her and goes away
with the unhappy father. To add to
ler wretchedness the stepmother
:ells her the sacrifice was thrown
iway?that her husband had been
jroved Innocent of the charge
igalnst him." The girl paused and
ooked at the man. "Is there any;hlng
In that?" she asked.
He was staring at the ceiling.
"I am trying to see the scene." he
ilowly said. "It's a little hazy. I
Ike it. I like it better as It grows
ilearer."
The girl watched him with eager
jyes. He quickly looked down at her.
"What do you say to collaborating
>n It?" he abruptly asked.
Before she miilH fonlw ?. ?wi- ?
i?|UJ VU lUlO Q3fishing
question the door suddenly
jpened and a stout man entered.
He paused and stared from the girl
:o the man.
Then his face lighted up.
"Why, Brewster Allen," he Joyously
cried, "I am delighted to see you!
[ would have been up sooner, but that
Ire on the sixth floor kept me fuming
n the street. Did it scare you? And ?
aave you got a play for me?"
The eminent dramatist laughed. n
He had reached across the table and p
Irawn the girl's manuscript toward
aim. He threw a quick glance at the ?
fltle page.
"Miss Thorne," he said, "let me a
jresent Manager Follansbee of twenty ^
.heatres or more. Miss Emily Thorne,
Manager Follansbee."
The girl stared from the great play- a
wright to the great producer.
And she had stupidly taken the one
for the other. Her fair face slowly
flushed.
"When I came into your office,"
3aid the dramatist, "I meant to tell f,
)uu mai i was tired out and had an 8,
immedl&te European trip in view. c
But I have changed my mind. I have ],
isked Miss Thorne to collaborate with ^
me on a four-act drama, and if she tl
consents you shall have the finished a
product in Just six weeks." t,
The great producer looked from the j,
man to the girl. But he was too wise p
to make any comment. t,
"Fine," he cried. "Consider the ^
collaborated drama accepted. My 8
congratulations, Miss Thorne." a
The dramatist turned to the girl. j,
"The principal difficulty having a
been removed," he said, "it only re- j,
mains for us to begin work at once." r
The great manhger stared at the n
leather bound manuscript. It evi- g
dently had played an important part p
in this strange little comedy. The ^
girl suddenly put out her hand to
Brewster Allen.
"At once" she said.
-vl 33
fflENCifMCS:
The solar orb would appear blue to t
anybody who should view it outside j,
af this planet's atmosphere.
c
In Australia there are ants which j
build their nests along a north and g
south line so accurately that a trav- p
eler may direct his course by their E
aid. t,
1
The results of experiments at the
Government farm at Pusa, India, in ^
rearing silk worms were highly sue- E
cessful. Last year 150,000 worms B
were fed on leaves of the castor plant. v
The silk produced was valued at a
$26.50 per eighty pounds. e
I
Recent findings of a Buffalo physl- ^
clan who has been studying cancer y
For seven years indicate that the dis- E
ease is due to a parasite of the earthworm,
transmitted to human beings c
from the surface of vegetables that ^
are eaten raw, such as lettuce and ^
celery. v
A wealthy European amateur as- i
tronomer offered a prize for the beat B
computation of Halley's comet's orbit j
submitted before the close of 1909, E
and a competing ephemeria for this ^
year and next indicates a very differ- B
ent route from that expected, showing
that the perihelion passage in the a
middle of June instead of the middle
of April, 1910. j,
An ingenious method of measuring g
the moisture in corn is to convert the Bl
kernel of the corn into a battery cell.
The instrument is supplied with two ?
[>lns, one of copper and the other of a
tine, which are forced into the kernel S1
of corn, and serve aB the electrodes c<
of the battery, while the moist germ cj
of the kernel is electrolyte. A tiny
current is thus generated, and its
iralue is read by means of a galvano- c;
meter. In this manner it is possible w
:o determine the amount of moisture j
in the corn. In a similar way, wheat
end other grains are tested, but as it
Is impossible to penetrate the ker- w
aels, the grain is packed tightly in a y
vessel and two large plates are used C)
For the electrodes. In some cases a
current la na*n?rt tSmn?k ?<? ? *?
..,.UUBU IUQ gimu, yj
ind the moisture is determined by
noting the electrical resistance with et
i Wheatstone bridge. tl
t(
Great Enemies of Peace. g,
Five great enemies of peace Inhabit tl
us, namely, avarice, ambition, envy, h
snger and pride, but if those enemies n
were banished, are should enjoy per? B
petual peace.?Petrach. si
? a
Hopeful.
"Hope," said Uncle Eben. "Is a
t>lessln' when you's wlllln' to back It
srlf a lLttle hard work 'stld o' lettin' el
It play ltse'f out on a policy ticket." 3'
CAN YOU PRONOUNCE?
There lived a man in Mexico,
Who all his life did battle
To rightly spell such easy words
Aa Nahuatlacatl.
He wrote the names of all the townsIt
took of ink a bottle,
But could not spell Tenochtillan,
Nor plain Tlacaecotl.
He went to spelling school each day,
And, though a man of mettle,
He could not conquer Topiltzin,
Nor Huitzilopoenctl.
He dwelt some time in Yucatan,
And there, at Tzompantilli,
He learned to spell one little word;
Twas Ziuhonolpilli.
The iov of spelling just, one word
Did all his mind unsettle;
But, spelling still, he failed at last
On Popocatepetl.
FOOLED HIM.
Katie, who had been taught th
tie devil tempts little girls to d!
bey, was left alone In a room for
Ime one day with the admonitl<
ot to touch a particularly delicto
late of fruit that stood on the tabl
For a while she bravely wlthsto*
he temptation. Finally, howevt
er resolution wavered and she toi
big red apple from the plate. SI
ralked away with It, but before pi
ing It to her lips her courage i
arned and she quickly replaced t
pple on the plate, saying as she d
y, "Aha! Mr. Devil, I fooled yo
Idn't I?"?The Housekeeper.
THE ROSE AND THE FAIRY.
Once upon a time there lived
airy named Flutterby. One day s
aw a lovely golden butterfly and s
hased it from flower to flower,
ist she found herself in a stran
rood. She started to cry, but s
bought she would ask the flowe
round her to help her. So she we
) a lovely lily and asked for a nigh
edging. But the lily only shut h
etals tight and would not let her e
Br. She then tried the other flowei
ut they all did the same. Just
he was going to give up she came
rose and asked for a night's lod
ag. The rose opened her petals wl
nd let the fairy enter. In the mor
og the fairy awoke and asked t
ose what she could do for her. "Ma
le a fairy," said the rose. The fal
ranted her wish and they lived ha
y in fairyland ever after.?Ellzabe
lacAlpin, in the Brooklyn Eagle.
THE RACE.
Once upon a time there stood
he hallway a great tall grandfat
r's clock. This clock had a ve
arge face with big black numb*
landing for the hours and long poll
d hands and quite a long pendulr
hat swung back and forth very slo
y and said tick, tock, tick, tock,
old by Genevieve Kennear, in t
kindergarten Primary Magazine.
And over the mantel sat anoth
lock, only it was much smaller. ]
ace was smaller and its hands we
mailer, too, and it didn't have a
lendulum at all, because it dldi
ieed any, and it said tick, tock, tic
ock very much faster than the gran
ather's clock.
One day these two clocks we
alking together and the clock on t
aantel said, "It has always seem
trange to me that you should go
ery slowly, for it is such a long w
round your face. It must take yi
ver so long to go around even on<
have often listened to your tic
ock, tick, tock, and wondered he
ou ever keep any time at all, y
aove so slowly."
"Well." said the grandfathei
lock, "this is the way I have be<
icking for a great many years, ai
ieople have always said that I ke
ery good time."
"Maybe people do think so," sa
he little clock, "but you can't pc
ibly keep as good time as I do, f
move so much faster and havei
iearly so far to go around." Ju
hen a lady came in and laid h
mall gold watch down on the tab]
"What is that I hear you talkii
bout?" said the watch.
"Oh," said the little clock, "I ha
ust been telling our tall friend ov
here that he could never keep
ood time as I do because he mov
o slowly."
"That's nothing," said the watc
neither of you can go half as fa
r I can. You move slowly enough
nid the watch, looking at the lltt
lock, "but as for that grandfathei
lock it must surely be hard for hi
> even try to keep the time."
"Well," said the grandfathei
lock, "we will have a race and s<
'hich one keeps the best time. Wh<
strike twelve we will start and s
'hich one gets around to one first
"This is very foolish," said tl
dicu, uui men i may as wen she
ou two clocks how much faster
sn go."
Dong, dong, dong twelve tim
ent the grandfather's clock.
"We're off." he cried and all thr>
tarted ticking, just as fast as ev
ley could. The big clock went tl<
>ck, tick tock just as It had alwa;
one and the watch went tick, tic
ck, tick just as fast as ever It coul
ut try with all Its might It Just con
ot go any faster than It always ha
ut they all went on ticking Just tl
ime and pretty soon the watch wi
tmost at 1 o'clock.
"I're finished," cried the watch.
"So hare I," cried the little cloc
"Dong!" went the grandfather
lock. All three of them finished i
ist the same time. "Well, I ne
VI.wiwm '.nmutfju -U upiBPffl"1
unger
er," said the watch, "how did you
ever do it?"
"I don't know." said the grandfather's
clock; "I gues3 I must have
taken very much longer steps at each
tick than you did."
"I guess you did, too," said the
small clock on the mantel.
TOBY AND TABBY.
Toby was a little brown rat bstfitor,
who lived at Farmer Brown's, end
whose especial business it was to prevent
the increase of rats and mice at
the stables and barns. But just now
Toby had a family of four puppies,
and found it very difficult to keep
watch of the rats when her family required
so much of her attention.
Old Tabby looked on disgusted. She
had four kittens, which no one would
think of comparing with these pups,
at and she was not at all "set up" over
id- mem. ?iut Kittens were rather an
a old story with Tabby, and thl3 partlcon
ular set were the cause of a great
us deal of trouble. Tabby had been ale.
lowed to lie under the kitchen stove
od before they came, and she did not see
jr, why she could not keep her kittens
3k there. Again and again had small
he Jennie Brown carried them to the
it- woodhouse and fixed as cozy a nest as
e- any sensible cat could ask, but Mrs.
be Tabby would carry them back to the
Id kitchen stove. One rainy day, when
u, it seemed that everything had gone
wrong at the Brown home, it rained
so hard no work could be done In the
garden, and the old hen who had
hatched turkeys took them walking
ke In the rain, when. If she had an atom
ke even of hen sense, she should have
known that turkeys could not stand
that. The chase after the old hen
?e sort W
JJQ u?u Ciiiouaicu IUH
,rg last mite of Mrs. Brown's patience
nt when, as she came Into the kitchen,
t.g she saw the old cat with her kittens
er under the stove again. It was too
n_ much. Mrs. Brown seized the broom
rs and swept cat and kittens out Into the
ag yard. My! how surprised and angry
to Tabby was. She stood up and took a
look at the kittens, and no doubt
de thought, "This is all your fault."
n_ Then she shook her feet and walked
he back into the kitchen and sat down
ke under the stove. Toby had witnessed
ry the affair, and when the mother cat
walked off, leaving her babies in the ,
rain, she could not understand it. She
walked around the crying kittens, ^
and then went whining to the open
door and looked at Tabby. But Tabby
only blinked and looked deterin
mined. She was comfortable under
;h- the kitchen stove, and she did not
ry propose taking care of kittens that
?rs made so much trouble. Toby walked
it- back and forth between the crying
im kittens and the door, whining and
w- trying to make the old cat see her
as duty, but all to no purpose. Tabby
he had enough of those kittens. Then
Toby picked the kittens up one by
er one, and put them in the nest with
Its her puppies, and never again did the
ire old cat go near them. Toby raised
ny both pups and kittens, and seemed as
l't proud of the adopted babies as of her
:k. own.?Home Herald.
id
MILDRED'S SURPRISE.
One bright June morning Mildred
*: was awakened very early. She sat
e up In bed to rub her eyes, and hpard
80 something moving near her. She liftay
ed her pillowcase and there, in a tiny
DU bunch, was something gray. It wrig:e.
_,.j .
. Kieu oui ana came up 10 wnere^Mii*
dred sat. At first she was frightened,
but seeing he did no harm, she began
ou to pet him.
The door to the bedroom opened,
r 8 and Mildred's mother came Into the
en
. room.
1 "Happy birthday, Mildred," she
said, coming up to her.
.. "Oh, mamma, see thl3 funny little
' muff that I found under my pillow
~ this morning!" exclaimed Mildred.
,* "Yes, dear, that squirrel is your
t birthday present from papa."
1 "I must hurry up and dress, so I
can thank him for It," she said.
* "What are you going to name
g him?" asked Mildred's mother.
After a few moments she replied:'
ve "I gue3s I will call him 'Muff' ber
cause he looks just like one when he
as , ,,
curls up."
When she was all dressed she ran
. up to her father and thanked him for
' the squirrel.
? "I forgot that to-day was my blrthI
day," she said, "but after this I guess
^,e I shall always remember." ? Helen
8 Janson, in the Brooklyn Eagle,
m
. 8 I tad Debts. 1 |
ee Credit Is the beginning of progress. r*
an prosperity and bad debts. Front
ee plies foolishness, and bad debts are/r
the fruitage,
tie Bad debts are an exception to the
iw law whereby cold contracts and heat
I expands. They are contracted or expanded
simultaneously, and in all
es seasons alike.
Bad debts are eventually paid by,
ee good people. They are the inheritance
er tax which the meek have to pony up
:k before coming Into their own, for the
ys earth falls to no man until he has
k, been cheated out of at least three
d, times as much as It is worth, In proof
Id of his humility.
d. Bad debts have brought motoring v
ie within reach of the masses, not to
is mention the lesser blessings of peace
and plenty, with nothing to give up
for these but the fanciful comfort of
k. a clear conscience.?Puck. *
st The dress of the Japanese woman 4
t- shows her age. u
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