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HER ONLY By M. (Copyright. ?95. by "What I particularly admire aboi Isabelle Ivan is her perfect poise, remarked Allen Linthrop to Dort Ha: land, his special crony. "In all th months of our acquaintance I hay never seen any exhibition of 'nerves And I have been with her when mouse, a cow, a snake and a heav thunderstorm appeared on the scene not all at once, of course, but upo four separate occasions. She was no in the least rufled by one of then1 bit retained her usual calm." Ills friend was becoming accustomet to these eulogies of the young wonmat mtivll lonled, and answered good hmitioredly: "In fact you begin to think that al last you have found the perfeel woman, and I suppose the next stel is to discover if she will not changt her linal initial from I to L." "it would be the best step I evel took in my life if 1 could win he: consint to that change," declared A] len with deelsion. 'llut suppose you should discove: that thero really does exist somethini of which Miss Ivan is afraid-I meal something within the everyday list o happenings; wouldn't you have to forn your opinion of her all over again? asked Bert. "I shall never have to alter my opIn Ion for any such reason," Allen at sorted in positive tones. "I have ful faith in her freedom from all th< usual feminine fears." When duty forced Bert to leave him Allen started out for the Ivan homc and lost all sense of time in ponder Ing over the perfectiop of the fearles Isabelle. So deep was he in till pleasant musing that it only gradual ly dawned upon im11) the usual qui at that hour had becomo a )an(l( .ACr o TrorBrkeFomIsbel moim inldhmn7n ai AtCr cofneror Bre Frh omdgeljus head of him, and beheld at a shor * distance t wo well-matched bull ter riers ini fierce combat. A very smatl boy held the end of one (log's leash and hopped up and down screaming "'Oh, he'll kill Billy! I le'll kill Hillly!' over tand over at the top of his lungs illut what winged Allen Linthrop'o feet to reach the spot was th3 sighi of Isabelle tuggin~g away at the othe1 (log's collar, in the vain endleavor t( separate the combatants. "Don't be scared," shec called to th<( child as Allen nearedl them, ''Hilly It all right, and I'll soon make them stol lighting." hlere Allen joined the fracas an( qluickly hauled the (logs apart. "Look's to me as if 1Hilly were quite able1 to htohl up his end of the log,' he saidl, as the nameless terrier slunk away, with a dlecidled limp, and streaks of blood showing on his coat. H1lly looked in much the better shape, and his small msaster reqluir'ed Allen's as alstanco to prevent his followIng th<( re'treating foe. The youngster thanked Billy's de liv~erer' with ardor when peace wat at last rest ored. "Biliy never foughi before, anmd I was afraid ho wouldn'i h now how," was his final remark. Allen laughed as ho replied, guess 13111y knows it all without teach tng." "I think we will get Billy home at SOON as5 possible," said Isabelle "Fr'eddle and I were taking a walk but we were not looking for an attack .ing enemty." Site smiled at small Fred die, without a trace of agitation ir her nmanner. Allen's admiration of this brav( yorng 'woman (deepened. "I shall be your guard of honor to see that you have no more as .saults," he said. Fr'eddie livedl on the outskirts o] thte townt, only a short distance from Isabelle; and they soon saw him safe ly housed, still holding firmly tc hilly's leash, while the non-flghting terrier were an, expression of patieni Ineekness, har'dly in keeping with hit reen~t actions. Wou31ld you like to drive out tc RiOse farm tomorrownnd go ..t WEAKNESS DIBBELL kbsociated Literary Pres..) t roses?" queried Allen later on, when leaving Isabelle. "There is a splendid showing of all sorts, I am told." e "Indeed I shall-I love roses." D When his chum dropped in to see . him that evening, Allen proceeded to a give him an account of the (log fight, y ending by saying triumphantly, "So - you see, Bert, here is another bugaboo i disposed of-nearly all women are t afraid of bull dogs." "it certainly looks as if Miss Ivan were the exception to the general rule I of womankind," acknowledged Bert. I "But how are you to play the role of protecting strength, if there is nothing from which to protect her?" "I know she was glad of my help this afternoon," answered Allen. "But she did not have to go Into hysterics to show it, and that is an unusual characteristic." The following afternoon Allen stopped his handsome pair of bays at Isabelle's gate, and the couple were soon speeding on their way to the great Rose farm. The horses were fresh, and before the ten miles to their destination were covered Allen had another proof of his companion's k fearlessness. The railway cut through a deep gully at one point of their route, and - as they neared the track a shrill - "Toot! Toot!" sounded from an ap I proaching train. The whistle startled the young horses, and together they bolted down the hill. Allen tried his , best to check them, but failed; and they flew across the track at such - close range that the engine almost 3 grazed the rear wheels. 3 Gradually Allen regained control of his team, and at the first possible In t stant he turned to Isabelle. Her lips were flinly set, but she haC not made a sound, nor was there any look of terror on her face. She met his gaze and smiled. "You should be proud to own a pair of horses that can outrun a railroad train," she observed quietly. Allen answered, "I am far prouder to be honored with the friendship of such a brave woman." le spoke so feelingly that Isabelle hastened to change the subject. "Oh see! The roses are coming in sight on that next slope," she informed Allen with delight; and the mass of color was well worth their entire at tention. On reaching the farm the young people alighted and wandered through the beautiful place. Field after field, full of the most perfect roses, met their admiring eyes, and the assistant who went with them plucked for Isa belle a rose from each bush she thought particularly lovely, until his arms were filled. As they turnedl back Isabelle said, "I sholid live to 1keep onl gather'ing r'oses forever- -thuIs is my ideal of Par't of the roses were tucked uin der' the seat of the light buggy, andl thle r'est Isabelle insisted on carrying herself. ''They ar'e so beautiful I sim ply must look at them,'' she saidi as he obliging assistant handed her the bumch. Th'1ey started homewardl with every indication of harmony. The bays evi dently felt that they were now on their good behavior, and wvent with a smiooth, een pace. They had just passed over the rail I road1 tr'ack and wtere ascending the lill down which the team had bolted wh'len a cry of ter'ror broke from Isa b~elle, and the bunch of roses she had been holding so tenderly, wvere scattered broadlcast on the roadside, "What has happened?" asked Allen m eal alarm," and utterly at a loss to account for the look of horror on lsab~elle's pale face. "A big black spider!" she exclaimed. "It was coming right at me over the roses!" Allen proved himself a real man; for ho did not laugh, but said sooth ingly: "A spider would not hurt you, child, and ho is surely gone now wvith the roses." Almost as swiftly as it had come, the fear v'anished from Isabelle's eyes, andl she wvailed. "I have always been afr'ald of spiders, and now you wvill think i am a coward!" She buried her face in her hands. The horses were walkIng slowly up the steel) ascent, and Allen dropped the reins to take Isabelle's hands. Gently he dIrew them away, and (his closed a very woe-begone countenance. "I am truly glad to find that you have one little weakness, dlearest, for I have been fearing you would never listen to such an ordinary person as myself. But that spider has given me ,courage to tell you I love you with all my heart, Isabelle, and to beg you will give me the right to protect you from the one thing you dlo dread," 'rhe look of love In his eyes won the victory, for Isabelle answered softly, "If you had laughed, Allen, it would have hurt me more than you can guess. flut you were so good. I knew you would make an iden.l pro tecter." A Comparison. "A horse is a man's truest friend," said the lover' of animals. "lHe's more like a relation than a friend," replied Farmer COrntOssel. "lie makes ane think of ply boy Josh; allums ready to eat, an' liable to kick if you put him to work." .e A /-AYR~NO4W .4 ajjs/y Paris have got to be comfort G lRLS preparing for opera n able. "That Is why we live In an attic." They laughed glee fully aS they told it, two bouncing American girls from Kansas and Alabama, high-hearted, ambitiousi, bubbling with the joy of life, yet keyed down to the specialist's clear seeing Intent by two or three years' study in the French capital. They have learned the need of money inl lyric Paris. Their experience is valu able to dreamting home girls. "1t has cost me all of $1,400 a year to cultivate my voice in Parts; and I live cheaply in an attic apartment with a charwoman at 7 cents per hour to do the heavy work," affirmed the Kansas young woman, while the Ala bamna girl has spent nearly $1,600 a year-"Including very few new gowns!" Both have tried every way of living in Parts-to arrive at the mansard apartment and the charwom an. "All of which brings us to $7,000 for four years' voice preparation nd the "comfort" that t t characterze them. Of course there are profession als and semi-professionals who run to Paris and do a great deal of work In six months. We are not dealing with thein. Even the failures for lack of time ind money go back to America and earn better pay siinig in church lie andheachying an atic aptmentho thi arihroanng.7 entsaver oin to (10 wth thev ewthr. lre h "na yearungve ~orn $1,200, msedAa tna girlthasner."Iwa neaing $1,00y yewo-siningsn very fwe fromw gownesheot avtred munev wa ofw living in ast aensive batding fonth That years voe plain reglar y.The resfotI took must reguarcteris the mOfe could thermet areression each; and seminhofetionlss'orn tor Paris andth a grehat deach twoi mise-onts.en (areinot dealng ith$ aiece and moneg bacwk Aica Gan learningtra Sihmngn ind chu ther is twulndg.W have rotightm to do,500 pen yerthou cb-ars toesothener,' asdry, cohnly tsinginexlesoos, ber shoes, qionine, (here sh ad o cutous nme) fth lessons.rhl'-or esn na ls oftreotm- giole bohrs. i pIwslvgi ension boardinghos; oomc houe fot7 ralncs too~ much--ised mth. Tnaoyhng to be adad reuar ly. always refs e. too the evei-ngs they mone oulto si-m. Thereevereo btoungn laesonfser weekin." $ each; to r arie tootion y on- l gve itpeph at oth Am1eich; girls thmisadv-ce atis ofIsgeaonsion,$ alymre; ansonTey aree wmmensea m-man luxurinschn and hoeyhpr bent geat wodvae brh are ocla, tmatm, a-unish, clothg books, postat, ats, aftesoota, mu sica tet-hoondance sesrtaninet, $herch week!es rpenesfr h genia, to hadgreeable.u Isoe of her ryngTo my rosie to bother y ouldn pension theoadin, hatting too muh tievotn Tlkng too mchndecond clas sitche. Theoe ssace sal for t tabs andin pio. Takddhavhetz ton' always refusevIn the evnicns thas you mtoa dsingae. YoObe-0 ut ou hthe toanfser agnaks"h mer;abut theeei are owaays con gan eopl notv the Aeicanssivelhea clbs he IPrs."b fPa-shv thedisdvatas of aiv atg. on "Wnth more scheyoatre imesela clean, smclartu, at-furtsishd wioth5 stam het. bat2 afeno ln teasi rfingthe j 'Ip J71"7 rough laundry and the rent of the piano. We have good steaks and chops and an American variety of fresh vegetables, warmth, light, leis ure, freedom, silence-and pocket money! "The distances are great in Paris; but we take cabs only when we are late for a $5 singing lesson, or when it is stormy. One must not catch ecld-that is another ruin! Our fine laundry costs us each 75 cents per week-much cheaper than in America. Our economies go to opera and thea ters, cabs, music and books. "And clothes? One must have a smart evening gown and a fancy tailor for afternoons, when invited out. That is all. For the rest, most American girl students come to Paris to wear out their old clothes. I have been in Paris three years and still have some of the things I brought with me. I wear them still. Students are not ex pected to dress." The daily routine of the songstress is full of pleasant activity. Care of her physique is of capital importance. Her chief cares are not to catch cold or grow fat. On rising, the future Patti takes a tub-unknown object in the Latin Quarter, though there is said to be one in the Boulevard Montparnasse, but as the girl lives very retired, few have seen it. lBreakfast must be only a cupm of coffee and a roll. Then you readl the society columns of the Paris Herald, Mail and American Register important to a gir-l w~hose life on the edlge of high society becomes almost a business proposition. Ini the after noon more singing. The first concert is a great scheme; therec are men Studlents who repeat it annually. I confess, the girls employ it less. The only expense is printing and mailing the complimentar-y tickets. You send them broadcast to the rich andl famous Americans, English, Frmench, South Americans, Russians, Germans, Italians and1 Spanish of Paris-wit h the wor-d "Complimnen tary" rubber-stamped in big letters. Such rich folks are unwilling to ac cept a "comipllmentar-y" from anm un known singer; but they think you must have met thenm somewhere, and hate, also, to throw back the offered seats in your face. Ther-efore they mail you a postal order for the pr1ice of each, $2-$4 in all-and never at tend your concert. Once a year the precious voice must be heard by the real critics. For the meritorious, this long-dreaded, long wished-for audition d'eleves is a con secration. The voice is heardl by the critical Par-is p~ublic. It is judged not only by critics, but by gathered im presarios. After such a hearing the gli-l may be offered an immediate en gagement in such a swell oper-a house as tho Monnale of Brussels, as I have known to happen to American girls nine times in the past ten years. One reason why our girlis pay $5 apiece for half-hour lesons from the famous but negligent old trainers who receive social callers in thai class hour is that they make up for all neg lect at their auditions, great funclions, in which they have the power of draw inmg the elite of thme profession. Less famous trainers-better, perhaps, for the voice-cannot get that crowd to gether. Each student sings two pieces, and into their rendering is p)ut the train ing of long weeks. The hall is packed. The hour has come. One by one the girls pass to the ordeal. And it is finished. They have been hear-d. They have sung in Paris. Their perform ances wvill be noted at length in the daily as well as the professional pa pars. The lmpresarios of all the world will knew of them by magic. It is to this sort of thing Paris owes its vogue as a voice center. Fewer new operas are brought out in Paris than in many a German city. Paris engagements are notoriously ill paid 'rho Paris public does not love music. Sonme of the great trainers are Ger. mnane, seine Italiamns, some Spanish Yet they must teach in Pam-Is. Paris is the center for the cultivation of the voice- and it suffiesn. A-V tBUR P. MSB1T AT IL 5ome go to -iillcrest-by-the-Pool, Some go to Glenview-by-the-Lake [n search of somewhere that is cool And there they stow and fret and bake. [ have a quiet summer place That's not like Sandhill-by-the-Sea Across the lawn my path I trace And stop at Ilammock-by-the-Tree. At this resort one Is surprised To find that all the prospects please, [Iome comforts. just as advertised, And constantly a cooling breeze; rhere one may look upi at the sky That Is as blue as any sea And count the cloudships sailing by It's fine at liammock-by-the-Tree. !4o pert-mouthed children flounce about, No gossips sit in rocking chairs, No bellboys clatter in and out, No gay grass widowvs put on airs, rhere is no rush to be the first To reach the tables during meals, go orchestra may do its worst With shrieking flutes and fiddle-squeals. And there nobody rocks the boat. 3ut one may sall the Sea o' Dreams And all contentedly may float Adown the babbling fancy streams; Trhere is no land in all the earth C That in this spot one may not roam; t lie may have all the day Is worth And safely make the port of home. C My baggage is a pipe and book And there I travel every day; I find the quiet little nook Wih-re laughing breezes come to play. It Is the corner of content, A place that has a charm for me There my vacation will be spent; I'll stop at Ilammock-by-the-Tree. At the Bookstand. "Is that next inonth's Rustler mag azine?" asks the patron, indicating the periodical in question. "Yes, sir, but it is a back number now," says the dealer. "A back number? Why it is onlyc the first of this month, and that luag azine is dated for next month." "I know, but nowadays the maga zines for twvo months from now come out the week before tihe current month, andl a magazine that is only a month ahead of time is really six weeks old." She Wanted it Al!. "I wish I could figure It out," brood. ed the man. We bent over his table and saw that he was drawing a sketch of a wagon of peculiar build. "What is it?" we asked. "I am trying to invent a vehicle that may be used as a coal wagon, moving van, and ice wvagon." Realizing that we were in the pres ence of a Napoleon of finanee, we hur ried away, clutching our pocket. book. Enjoyable Outing.t We meet our friend who has beeni I spending two weeks at the resort~ famed for its scenery and Outdoor at. tractions." "Have a good time?" we ask. "Great," he replies. "They say Upp-There-by-the-Lake is ~ a pleasant place for a vacation." "It certainly is. WVhy, the night olerk at that hotel is the best partner at bridge I ever found." Consistent. "The girls in the cooking school- y have organized a baseball team and a they insist that the games must be j; played on the football grounds." "That's odd. Why do they want to fa do that?"b "They claim that the batter can't d get out unless he is started 0on the C gridiron."a The Smile,. "I wonder, "mused tihe gentle girl,d 'why the face of natture is always saidi to wear a smile?".0 "Because it does," explained tile un. ientimenitai man. "Don't mint and rye spread all over the face of na ture ?" Businesslilke. d "And this, I presumel, will b~e a Ir charge?' " asks the visitor to the stu- ft "WellI, sir," answvers the imp)cuClni- a ,us artist, "I'd like to favor you,. but in my present state of finance I am 30mpelled to insist upon cash." DTFUMWA WOMAN CURED 3y Lydia E. Plnkham's Vegetable Compound Ottumwa, Iowa.-"For years I was timost a constant sufferer lrom female -'. trouble in all its Sdreadful forms iI shooting pains all over my body, sicet headache, spinai ~I~hweakness, dizzinesa ~dep ression and ttl4 1P.~!Iibeverything thaf was -i~it horrid. I tried many uu- !tdoctors in different parts of the United States, but LydiaE. .Pinkham's Vegeta ble Compound has Lone more for me than all the doctorsu. feel it my duty to tell you these acts. My heart is full of gatitude to ou for my cure."--Mrs. HARRIET E. Y1AMPLER, 524 8. Ransom Street, )ttumwa, I[owa. Consider This Advice. N'~o woman should submit to a surgL al operation, which may mean death Lntil she has given Lydia E. Pinkham's rqgetable Compound a fair trial. This famous medicine, made only rom roots and herbs, has for thirty rears proved to be the most valuable onio and invigorator of the female irganism. Women residing in almost ivery city and town in the United ~tates boar willing testimony to the vonderful virtue of Lydia E. Pink, iam's Vegetable Compound. Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass., invites all sick women to write ier for advice. Her advice is free, 3onfidential, and always helpful. Love, which is the essence of God, s not for levity, but for the total vorth of a man.--Emerson. Eat for the Fun of It. According to Mr. Herbert WV. Fisher n World's Work food is of no use to is unless we enjoy it. Mr. Fisher does tot, however, recommend us to be lut cons. lie says the less we eat the nore pleasure we might get. The prin Iple is that if we eat little we shall aste much. And the taste of food, tot the amount, is, after all, the lure f it. Too Da ngerous. In the strugglin days of Tuskegee, looker T. Wash in ton found that he vould have to ujse an old chicken touse for a schooh m. "Uncle," said he \o an old colored nan, "I want you t~ come down at~ tine o'clock tomnorro~ moW~ and elp) me clean out a henhouse." "Law now, Mr'. Wvashington," the ld man expostulat ed, "you-all don't mat to begini cleanin' out no heni ouso roun' yore In do day time." success Magazine. THE MARTYR. Polly-So rs. Highmere's husband ins developed bad habits. How did rou hear about it? Dolly-Oh, Mrs. Highmere invited is all to an afternoon tea Be she could ell us how she suffered in silence! A SPOON SHAKER. Straight From Coffeadom. Coffee can marshall a good squadron *t enemies and some very hard ones to vercome. A lady in Florida writes: "I have always been very fond of :ood coffee, andl for yoars drank it at east three times a day. At last, how ver, I found that it was injuring me. "I became bilious, subject to fre uent and violent headaches, and so ery nervous, that I could not lift a peon to my mouth without spilling a art of its contents. "My heart got 'rickety' and beat so ist and so hard that I could scarcely reathe, while my skin got thick and ingy, with yelloW blotches on my face, riused ,by the condition of my liver nd 'blood. "I made up my mind that all these mlictions came from the coffee, and I etermined to experiment and see. "So I quit coffee and got a package f Postum which furnished my hot torning beverago. After a little time was rewarded by a complete restora on of my health in every respect. "I do not suffer from biliousness any tore, my headaches have disappeared, ty nerves are as steady as could be esired, my heart beats regularly and ty complexion has cleared up beauti thly-the blotches have boon wiped out rid it Is such a pleasure to be well lain." Name given by Postum Co., attle Creek, Mich. Read the little book, "The Road to' rollville," in pkgs. "There's a reason." Inver read the ab~ove letter? A new 1e appearN from timq to time, They eO genuine, true, and full of human itere11