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I Iffi riuni I : I . ? I By ANNIE I I CHAPTER II. 3 | Continued. a Up rushes the crimson in a flood I over Belinda's face. "Captain TemW: pie! I don't know what you mean f by Captain Temple!" she exclaims, I suspecting what he means only too | well, and coloring with hot shame over her own suspicions. "Rose is I coming here alone with her maid, of course." "Oh, of course!" repeats Augustus, with thn c1r>Ti; affpptprt draw] that ir Ij xitates Belinda to such desperation. J "I don't for a moment mean that j Mrs. O'Shea, under these or any othi er circumstances, would act otherwise than with the most ladylike propriety. Still, when one considers everything. Miss Belinda, there is no great wonder in Captain Temple hapb^ pening to travel in the south of France, and in this particular district of the south of France, just at the time when Mrs. O'Shea and her maid happen to travel here, too!" His ''smile, his tone, a sudden scorching remembrance of certain lachrymose allusions in more than one of Rose's recent letters, bring Belinda from suspicion to certainty. "If I thought?if I could believe such a thing!" she exclaims, then stops short, both sunburnt fists tight clenched, her lips set together like a small fury's. "If you could believe chat two people who loved each other in their youth?I conclude you have heard the romantic story before this??if you could believe that two people ""who were in love with each other some c'ozen or more years ago, were fated to marry and be happy at last, . what then?" asks Augustus. "Mrs. O'Shea's marrying again would not interfere with your life much, as far as I can see." "If Rose marries again I swear never to speak to her cr to her huoband while I live," cries Belinda .tempestuously. "I will not believe such disgraceful news until she tells me r -with her own*lips, and I have not the very smallest curiosity in the matter. , ; Is he dark or fair? Good heavens, |V are you dumb, Mr. Jones? What wi J /\P vvtATt T oalj" VAn ic f Me TY"? 1 IJ Ci V? Ainu ui liiau, i. a.oxv ;vu, 10 uiijvt i able Captain Temple?" "RogeT T'emple is fair ? yellow, a> rather, all these Indian fellows are H aiike; shuts his eyes at you as he rv. speaks ? deuced nasty trick for a man to shut his eyes at you as he speaks. I met him once or twice dining at your mamma's before I left tcwn, and we had not two words to say to each other. I don't care for * 7 your 'haw-haw,' Dundreary, army men," says Augustus. "Too much of the shop about them for my taste." "Too much of what foryour taste?" askjttl Belinda, with profound disdain. Ah, was uot the only human J. .?-being she ever loved of this same Dundreary, army genus as Captain Temple! "Too much of the shop ? their ' i'.j shop. Too much patronage of other fellows whose line doesn't happen to be in ramrods and pipeclay like their ?\rn." "And I," says the girl, stoutly, "love soldiers, and if ever I marry J ' anybody it shall be a soldier. How different you and I are in everything ?difference of the blood, I suppose? We O'Sheas are a fighting family. Two great uncles of mine fell side by side across the hills there, at Badajoz"?she indicates by a nod of her bead the distant ridge of Spanish Pyrenees?"and my papa was a soldier, and, though it happened he never came in for foreign service, did a great many brave acts, I can tell you, during the different riots and electioneerings in Ireland. Most likely you have no connection with ' the army, Mr. Jones?" I None, excepting a maternal uncle who was an army tailor, Mr. Jones might answer, if he had a mind to speak the truth. He waives the question. "I was going to ask you to come down to Harrambour's," he says. "Don't be angry with me, Belinda!" He can call her Belinda at the safe distance that separates them now. "And let us make all our differences v up over some macaroons." Every man, says the cynic, has his price. Belinda's price, as a very short acquaintance has taught Mr. Jones. is macaroons. Sweet stuff generally may be said to be Belinda's price in ' the present scraggy, unfledged stage of her moral life. A child of seventeen, without a sou in the world for macaroons, and an Augustus Jones, his pockets lined with British banknotes, ready to buy them for her! Does it require a very profound knowledge of human nature to foresee how things are likely j to end??unless indeed some other actor, offering something sweeter than macaroons, chance to cross the stage of Belinda's little life drama. She hesitates, relents and a min ute later they have quitted the place and are making their way down the ^ principal street of the town toward the macaroon shop. St. Jean de Luz is taking its wonted afternoon siesta at this hour. The awned balconies nrp flpcioT'trrl fV*r> vaw -miorl morning and evening to overflowing, with fans, prayer books and flirtations, are empty. Heat, as if a very rain of fire, quivering, piercing, intolerable, is everywhere. And Mr. Jones does not bear heat gracefully. By the time they reach the macaroon shop Mr. Jnnes is in a state oC evaporation made visible, and anathematises the climate, pavement, scenery, people, all in the very ugliset cockney vernacular, and with the ugliest cockney ignorance. "He is horribly, horribly vulgar!" thinks Belinda, as she bites her niac m z ) mm * EDWARDS. attainable through any other means! Which they are not. And the mac aroons are super-excellent, fresl made this morning, and after th macaroons come a vanilla ice and chocolate cream and more maca roons! And then?of so generous i temper is Augustus this afternoonthen they adjourn from the shop ti the refreshing shade of the awnin, outside, and Belinda is told to cal for whatever cooling drink sh chooses, while Mr. Jones (who hold the firmest English belief as to al cohol and a thermometer at a hun dred and ten in the shade going wel together) orders himself?oh, ii what execrable French?a brand; and seltzer, and prepares to smoke i cigar at her side. Mr. Jones smokes his cigar; Belin da sips her iced orangeade, Spanisl fashion, through a barquilo, besid' him; and so a drowsy hour glide away. Then the sun slips westwari behind the toppling old scarlet roofed, many-storied houses tha form the seaboard of St. Jean de Luz and comparative coolness begins t< make itself felt in the streets. "And I must be off," says Belinda jumping up as the clocks of the towi strike five. "We are all in for i match of paume as soon as the sui is off the upper Place." "'We!' and who are 'we?' aski Mr. Jones, with a tender smile. Thi brandy and seltzer has softened hin ?but, unfortunately, tender smile: lose half their effect when they ar< associated with mosquito bites! "Oh, the usual party?Jack Alstoi and Tom and me against the tw< Washingtons and Maurice la Ferte Whom will you back? You must no judge by what you saw last night Jack Alston and I can beat the lo when we play our best." "I should like to bet that you wil let Mr. Jack Alston and his friend: play their match without you." Am now Augustus rises, now the mos quito-bitten face is affectionately, hor ribly near Eelinda's. "I should lik< to think that you care just enougl for me, Miss O'Shea, to give ill thes< fellows up for once, if I ask you." His tone is more earnest than Be linda has ever heard it yet, and sh< wavers, or appears to waver. "You will promise me to play nc more at that confounded game, eithei this evening or any other evening!' whispers Augustus with growing em phasis. Another moment and Belinda wil certainly have committed herself? heaven knows to what compromising renunciations! But even as th< words rise to her lips an unexpectet ally against Mr. Jones and on th( side of paume-playing, bolero-danc ing and all the other sweet, unlawfu pleasures of her vagabond life ap pears on the scene. "Costa, why, Costa, old boy, when have you been all day? Down, sir down. When will you learn that Mr Jones does not value your atten tions?" Costa is a grand looking old Span ish hound, not altogether of pures breed, perhaps, but a noble brut< despite the blot upon his escutcheon possessing much of his nation's gravi dignity of demeanor and a face brim ful of fine dog intellect and feeling. "Try not to be frightened, Mr Jones," says Belinda, glancing ma liciously at the expression of her ad mirer's face. Perhaps he won't bit< if you keep very quiet. Dogs knov so well when people are afraid o them. Have you come (or macaroons my old Costa, eh? You have, havi you? Mr. Jones, Costa says he ha: come for nwaroons." It may be ob served that Belinda has not a grail of false pride on the score of begginj alms for her friends. "Costa ha: come for macaroons and I have no a single sou left in the world." She stoops down and with one arn bent fondly around the old dog' neck, looks up, with the prettiest be sceching air imaginable, at Augus tus Jones. But Jones buttons up hi pockets. "Macaroons for Costa!" repeat Belinda, stretching out to him a lit tie suppliant sun-burned palm. "No like them? You should see whethe he likes them! Try the experiment Why, when Maria Jose was here, wi gave him two francs' worth all a once, and he ate them up before yoi could say 'Jack Robinson.' " "Did he, indeed!" says Augustus looking disgusted, whether at the al lusion to a rival or at the vulgarit: of Eelinda, who shall say? Thei the only thing I can remark is, I an sorry that Mr. Maria Jose had no better sense than to waste his mone; on such absurdity." Quitting her hold on Costa, Eelin da starts to her feet, and stands uii right and determined before Augus tub, iiui ^tuaii i.uuu iaii: ICI | as any pomegrante flower. "Mr Jones," she exclaims, "if I asked yo: to give Costa two francs' worth o macaroons at this moment, do yo mean 10 tell rue you would not d it?" "I should prefer giving the mone to the first worthy object of commiseration who happened to pass alon the street," Mr. Jones answers, di dactica'ly. "Will you give Costa one franc' worth of macaroons, now, this in stant?" "I?T never heard of feeding a do on macaroons: I think it a deuce ridiculous waste or money," stutter Jones, without offering to put hi hand into his pocket. "I can be a liberal as most people. Miss Belindi on the risht occasions; but ir T hav a predilection, and a very strong one too, it's against seeing socd rnone wasted." i Belinda looks at him, from hi not only up and down bodily, but * morally through and through. "Oh! I understand. I know now why Costa hated you from the first. Dogs are not such fools. If you have a predilection, you say, 'tis against seeing good money wasted. If I have a predilection, and a very strong one, too, 'tis wasting it. Money?Dan: what is money? So many dirty hits of silver, stamped with this head or that, and good just for the quantity of sweet stuff it will bring you. To t spend, to waste, to scatter money to the winds, is one of my predilections: -? paume-playing, bolero-dancing, liberty?sweet liberty?are the others! ^ And I am 110 more likely to change e in my opinions than you are in yours. a Good-bye, Mr. Jones." She turns on her heel and walks a off; Costa, his head well erect, as though he felt himself master of the 5 situation, at her side. j CHAPTER I1T. e Light Weddod, Light Widowed. s St. Jean de Luz is awakening from . its afternoon siesta; by the time, an . hour later, that the Paris train ar1 rives, every nook, every corner of the a quaint little Basque town is full ot y life and color. a As 6 o'clock strikes, a carriage draws up, with the extra flourishing . of whips indicative of new arrivals a to be fleeced before the Grand Hotel e Isabella. Waiters, chambermaids, s mine host himself, all come out, saj laaming, to secure their prey; and . forth steps an elegant fool of the very t first water?English, and of the sex whose helplessness is its charm? j upon the pavement. "Mes bagages?ou es mes bag-ages?" sighs a soft voice in that curij out language known as French in subx urban boarding schools, but unintel3 ligible south of the Channel. "Dix bagages, touts adresses, and a piece 3 of blue ribbon on each. Dit, ten? 3 oh, would anybody make them underj stand! Dix." Holding up ten helpg less, lavender-gloved fingers. "Real, ly, Spencer, I think you might try to be of some little use." j At this appeal another elegant fool (hut of second water?a cheap copy of the first), steps languidly forth from the carriage. She, too, is admirably helpless, and she, too, speaks t a tongue lncomnreheisible out of Eng. land; the polyglot smatter of adverj tising abigails who "talk three languages with ease, and are willing to j undertake any duties, not menial, while on the Continent." They address themselves to the 9 host, to the waiters, to the coachman. " Nobody understands them; they una derstand nobody. "If I had only bespoken Eelinda!" sighs the lady piteously. "If you had had the slightest a consideration, Spencer, you might have reminded me to telegraph to 5 Miss O'Shea." The words have scarcely left her , lips when a knot of little lads, English and French, , shoulder their way along the street?lads from abou? eleven to fourteen, sunburnt, dare* devil looking young Arabs enough; barefooted, most of them, and with ' paume rackets, or schisteras as they 5 are called, in hand. At the word "Ee* linda," the foremost of the gang ' turns, and nudges the boy who comes next. They all stop, they all stare; 1 one of them gives a low, meaning whistle across his shoulder, and in another second or two Belinda ap' pears upon the scene, her battered ' hat more battered than when we saw * her first, two hours ago; the flush of heat and victory on her brow, her espadrillcs so kicked to pieces that how " they keep upon her feet at all is miraculous. Belinda, like her associates, 5 schistera in hand, with Costa, who ' has been rolling in the dust, and has 2 a more disreputable look than usual, at her heels. She passes along, whistling, forgetful of Mr. Jones and their quarrel, of Rose's letter and threatened arrival, forgetful of everything except the game of paume she has 5 just played and won, when suddenly ' the elegant fool number one looks into the girl's face and, electrified, ' recognizes her. 5 "What, Belinda, can that be you?" 5 "What. Rose, arrived already!" "How dirty she is!" (mentally). 1 "How painted she is!" (all but * aloud). ? And then the ladies kiss: hugely to the entertainment of Belinda's comrades, who have certainly t?ever I before beheld Miss O'Shea engagtul in s any of these feminine amenities. To be Continued. s An Ofclahomnn's Find. A nugget of gold that was left evls dently many years ago by a band of - Mexicans that traveled through this t part of the State has made a rich r man of Edward Mershom, of Butler. Ho found the nugget several weeks e ago while digging around a tree on t his farm four miles north of town and shortly afterward left for the West. Yesterday it was learned that from - the proceeds of a sale of the nugget V he purchased an irrigated farm, valII ued at .several thousands of dollars, i in Arizona. Prior to the discovery t Mersbom was a poor farmer. He y slipped away quietly and it was not known generally what has become of him until yesterday.?Kansas City Star. ^ Tommy's Manners. Tliey were at dinner, and the dain11 ties were on the table. f "Will you take tart or pudding?" 11 asked papa of Tommy. o "Tart," said Tommy, promptly. His father sighed as he recalled the y many lessons on manners lie had given the boy. g Iiut Tommy's eyes were glued on i- the pastry. "Tart, what?" was asked, sharply s : this time. !- "Tart, first/' answered Tommy, triumphantly.?Tit-Cits. tl Very Kliv.ht Affair. A ?? in T r>-i_ ^ UJIltlM J JUUil, %JI? iiwiiut.,7 ill x^Ktxis don, entered a first class restaurant s and ordered a Iamb chop. After a ?, Ions delay, the waiter returned with e a chop of microscopical proportion J. >, "I say," callcd the customer, "1 osy dered a chop." "Yes, sir; there it is." is The diner leaned down. "Ah, sri a--j??jg-!' bo ronlipfl npT'nsr at it cicsc: I TOTALLY BUND, BUT HE BUILDS A HOUSE , I I Remarkable Feat Accomplished by Olney E. ; Cunningham Astonishes All His Neighbors ?Think He Has Sixth Sense?Builder Pats Up Frame With Every Line True and Level, ! and Rhlndlae and Painf? SfniP.tlirP Although totally blind and fifty- < eight years old, Olney E. Cunning- < ham, a carpenter, of Millbury, Mass., ( has recently completed in every de- ? tail a two-story addition to his house ] which is said to be a marvel of the ; carpenter's art. 1 Only through the persistence and courage of a man who has suddenly ] met the worst fate which can befall , a human being has this strange dem- < [ onstration come about. The remark- < | able power which he has developed, ] ! however, is the most surprising fea- ] j ture of the case, since It is now be- j | lieved that it is through the so-called ] ! sixth sense that the carpenter has ] | been the means of establishing what ( | has so long been a theory. i While other blind men have accom- 1 plished feats which may approach ! that performed by this carpenter, to < I be suddenly stricken blind after near- 1 j ly a lifetime of normal sight and then ! to accomplish the feats which he per- 1 j forms is one of the wonders of the I town of Millbury. For Cunningham 1 j became totally blind only about five 1 I years ago. ] j Is it possible that great tragedy, 1 j such as the loss of sight, may develop < j in a perarjn a power of which he has ) I never suspected he possessed? This ] I is the query of those who have ob- 1 served his movements carefully. 1 Olney E. Cunningham, the man 1 who builds houses by guesswork, has for years been a resident of the town 1 of Millbury. The family is one of the 1 oldest in the town. At a very early ] age Cunningham began to learn the 1 trade of carpenter. His father was an expert mechanic, and the son < j seemed to inherit many of his qual- 1 ; ities. 1 As soon as Cunningham, according 1 ! to his story, served his apprentice- < ship, he began to work at his trade. ; | After several years he saved some 1 I money and began to contract for , j small jobs himself. He was success- j I fill nnrl fnr the last fifteen vears has 1 i been fairly well known in the western i j part of the State as a builder. ] I About seven years ago Cunningham j began to lose his sight. His hearing ] I began to be affected slightly. Other ] j physical infirmities began to appear. But w?e most serious was the ap! proaching loss of sight. The man was ' in despair. After a lifetime of activ- , ! ity and in the midst of important , j work which he had on hand to be j i suddenly bereft of sight seemed a ! bitter punishment. ] i Specialists were called in apd for ( \ months everything possible vas done ] ! to restore his sight. Finuily all ef- ] ! forts were exhausted and Cunning- ( I ham was told he was hopelessly blind. ( His trouble was pronounced total paralysis of the optic nerve. ^ For months the carpenter gave way | to his misfortune. He refused all . 1 efforts to entice him from his home. He sat and brooded ov?r his awful < misfortune. Nothing seemed to cheer ( him or take his mind off his trouble. ^ His hair, formerly only streaked with gray, became snow white. His shoul- 1 ders drooped and his health appeared to fail daily. Friends and acquaint ances united in predicting that his | life was slowly ebbing away from I grief. ' But a little more than a year ago ! a change became apparent. The ' builder began to trke an interest in affairs. He insisted upon walking J out daily. During last summer he j apparently regained his old spirits and health. The surprise of the ' townspeople of Millbury, however, ! knew no bounds when, a little more " j than two months ago, Cunningham ( , announced he was going to build an ' addition to his house, a large, old- . I fashioned Colonial building and one j j of tbi? oldest in the town. Against the protests of his family : j the blind man got out ladders and : j tools and set to work. By walking : ! repeatedly around the end of his house and laboriously climbing up his ladder to the eaves, he finally sucJ ceeded in getting his measurements. These were all marked with a heavy pencil on a soft pine board, making such an impression that the marks were perceptible to his fingers. Then with a saw and chisel he set to work tearing out the wall preparatory to beginning the extension to the ell. Bv this time two-thirds of the citi ; zens of the town were deeply interi ested in the project of the blind man. j When the partition was torn away j posts were driven into the ground I and Cunningham began to set the I lower beamy of the ell. It was here ] that the blind man first demonstrated his wonderful new ability. Blind, unable to distinguish daylight from pitchy darkness, Cunningham laid the first beam in place. Merely by running his hands back and forth the length of this beam he put it in place and secured it. The second followed, and the third. A level was put on these beams. Every one of I: them lay perfectly in position and did ' net vary a degree from the horizontal. As amazing as this seemed, the mystery deepened. The framework | of the entire new structure was completed. Not only was every beam in place and the corners as square as if they had been corrected with the most delicate instruments, bat every beam was exactly set at a dead level. With this new sense to guide hitn the blind man found each time without an error the exact position for each piece of J construction. The entire framework of this ell was in position and boarded a few weeks ago. Not contented with this, Cunningham ascended the ladder to the roof and shingled it. lie clapbnnrderl tin; walls and minted 1 fljvery line of the buildim: was as true 1 as if figured with a lev*.! and square. Mr. Cunningham ray:-; ho believes he has inherited part of his wonder- : J; I power, since his rather was a man ! of extremely acute senses. It was a 1 famous feat of his father to detect [ water as it -was pumped out. Mr. Cunningham asserts that his father was able, after listening at the pipe for a moment, to locate within twenty-four inches the position of a leak on a pipe three-quarters of a mile long. Even when there were branch pipes running from the main one he was just as successful. Smoked Fish in Camp. By IIERBERT L. JTLLSOX. When it comes to a real woods delilacy there is nothing which can quite Dqual smoked fish and yet very few :ampers have ever even thought of such a thing in connection with woods life, but the process is so very simple and the results so very satisfactory that they ought to be recorded. The first thing to do is to clean the fish when they are perfectly fresh and open them up as the cod fish is Dpened. They should then be salted iown in layers of coarse fine salt, and left for thirty-si* hours. The next process is to lay them on frames built like toasters, smoke them thirty-six hours, turn and smoke thirty-six bours more. They should then be iried by covering with cheesecloth and leaving in the open air. They will then keep a month under ordinary conditions and much longer in a :ool, dry place, and there never will be a time during this period that they will not prove a delightful appetizer, served in varying forms. The smoke house may be made of any kind of bark, preferably birch, spruce or hemlock, but it, must be practically air tight with the exception of an opening at the top to give constant circulation. The most satisfactory arrangement for the fire is to lave it some eight or ten feet away from the smoke house and to conduct the smoke to the house through a tunnel running against the prevailing wind so there will be less draft, for the temperature must be normal. If the fire is buflt in the house and directly underneath, great care must be taken or the fish will be roasted. The real difficulty is to get a pure smoke, a smoke which is without artificial odor. Corn cobs, if available, make the best of smoke, but hard tvood answers the purpose if one understands how to smoulder the flame. Briefly, the wood must burn without dame, and this means that very little air must reach It, but the trick is soon mastered, and no camper who remains in the woods for any length of time should be without a smoke house. Venison and bear meat may be prepared in much the same way.?From Recreation. Au Honest Old Abolitionist. Mr.yor Coughlin, of Fall River, speaking at a recent banquet, told a stofy about an old Fall River Abolitionist. "The old boy," said Mayor Coughlin, "went to the theatre in Boston ane night and saw 'Othello.' His Knowledge of the bard of Avon was limited; he had no idea that the hero Df the piece was a white man blackened up. "Well, after the play was over a friend asked him what he thought of the actors. He cleared his throat and mswered deliberately: " 'Wall, layin' all sectional prejudices aside, and puttin* out of the luestion any partiality I may have for the race as sech?durned if I ion't think the nigger held his own tvith any on 'em!"?Boston Herald. Scotland and England. "It is natural," said King Manuel, it the Guildhall, "that two such nations, with such affinities, should be united by the oldest alliance registered in history.'' But the Scots will probably want to know whether a superior age-claim might not be preferred on behalf of the "Auld Alliance " between France and Scotland, which was formally concluded twelve years after Bannockburn?that is, in 1326?and has been going on ever since, in a way. The only thing, how ever, in the form of national "affinities" on which this "Auld Alliance" rested was common antagonism to England, while the league between Portugal and England was analogously founded on common opposition to Prance.?London Chronicle. From the "Confessions of Eve.". In "The Confessions of Eve," printed in .the Garden of Eden and immediately suppressed by an out raged Adam, there is a curious story, [nez Haynes Gillmore has unearthed it for the readers of Success Magazine. Six women, before starting out to attend an evening fnnction, agreed each to draw out an Adam on the subject of himself, to listen as long as ho would talk. The first woman lay down on the job, crawling home at sunrise utterly exhausted. The second woman stayed with it until she was stone-deaf. The third was captured after many days?a gibbering idiot. The fourth committed suicide. The fifth has never been hoard from. And the sixth is listening yet. Feminine Resource. Mr. D went to the ciub. leaving Mrs. D with a lady friend, whose abilities as a scandal-monger and mischief maker were pre-eminent. When he returned he just poked his head into the drawing room and said with a sigh of relief: "That old cat's gone, I suppose?" For an instant there was a profound silence, for as he uttered the lor.*- iHnKf) nf orr?rt tiiP sfnilV stare of the lady who had been in his mind. Then his wife came to the rescue. "Oh, yes, dear," she said. "I sent it to the cats' home in a basket this morning."?Tit-Hits. Invisible Dogs-. The coat of a red setter normally = oi-.r fnirlv rlnnrlv Jl'^.linst heather of the ordinary hue. When, however, it gets soaked with rain it darkens very much and blends very closely with the heather. Tim Gordon setters are perhaps the worst in this regard of assimilating with tincolor of heather, and so being liable to get a charge of shoi.?Country Life. / OOD r^OADS i < * ? a i1 j Good Roads Movement Bears Fruit, ' i Frequent evidence is forthcoming j of the fruit of the Georgia good roads I automobile endurance contests inau! onH hplrl < | guraieu uy i uc v/uuomu?uii -? k t just a month ago. ' Not only is It apparent along the : routes over which these contests were i I held, but other counties are busy with | a view to securing improved and coni nected roadways which lead some! where, and which bring them into j closer contact and communication ] ' with other trade centres. I The routes themselves are now well ] established avenues of travel between j | Atlanta and Augusta, Savannah, Fitz| gerald and Albany, as well as inter[ mediate points, and are coming into ! daily and general use as such. Realizing the importance, not only of maintaining these routes, but of < improving them as rapidly as possible, the counties through which they pass have not been content simply with putting them in shape for the contests; they are still at work upon j them and will continue to better them. I A word of assurance and appreciaI tion in this connection comes from Mayor P. H. Lovejov, of Hawkinsville, who, in acknowledging receipt of the first prize of $200, awarded to Pulaski County for the best roads between Fitzgerald and Macon, says: "Our people are greatly pleased with the result of the contest and your courteous treatment in the matter. We not only appreciate the fact that Pulaski County won the prize, but we feel gratified that our effort in building good roads through the county will bear fruit in the future. " ? 1 * nf fo r or mjsen auu iu u?u<?*i. zens of Pulaski County, I wish to thank The Constitution for its noble effort in bringing about the good roads movement in the South, and sealing .a route through this section of our State." j The good roads contests and their attendant prizes were but a second- ^ i ary, a minor feature in the movement. | The real prize is what each county I has achieved in the direction of bet! ter roads. Just to the extent that the compet| ing counties have improved the roads j passing through them, and, more par! ticularly, those roads which give them access to the world beyond their own borders, in that measure are they enjoying a prize of lasting value, the fruits of their own effort. That the.contests, prizes and agita- ' tions attendant upon them have, in many instances, stimulated to greater and more productive effort cannot be , , questioned; it is because of this good ! effect that The Constitution has dej termined, as has been announced, to arrange other State good roads contests next year, with a view to bringing every section of Georgia into the movement. We are, as yet, only upon the threshold. There is a monumental work to be done and all Georgia should have a shoulder at the wheel.?Atlanta Constitution. * Modern Road Construction. An address was delivered by Clifford Richardson. -Member American 1 Society of Civil Engineers, before the i Oneida Historical Society a,t Utica, < N. Y., in which the subject of modern ' road construction and the present limitations of its effectiveness were set forth. "There are," says Mr. Richardson, ] "several points in connection with the road problem which have received too : little and demand the most caieful attention." "We are, apparently, expending to- ] day very large sums of money in I building a large extent of macadam | and other improved forms of roadj way. But England and Wales, with i a mileage of 149,759 expended in the j year 1905-G $63,316,874 upon her j roads, principally in their mainte- . j nance, or at the rate of $415 per I mile. The-mileage is about twice as great as in the State of New York, but the area is only twenty-two and a half per cent, greater. The amount annually being expended in New York is, therefore, comparatively | smaii, aunougn reiauveij laijjei man I in previous years." | In commenting on the outcome of the International Good Roads Congress at Paris, and the opportunities afforded for examining continental highways, Mr. Richardson expresses satisfaction in the knowledge that American roads when opened to traffic are in no sense inferior to those of Europe; that it was the damage to French roads caused by heavy motor traffic, and the problem of how to meet it. which caused the congress to be called. '"From this point of view, it will be of interest to determine whether the macadam roads of the State of , New York that are now being con- '* structed are of the highest type, {? mica fn /*onctri)ft Sllfh I wiivrtuci n id ?.v %?? I roads where they are exposed to motor traffic, and whether they are being J economically constructed. The general opinions expressed at Paris by the ables'. English and French engineers was that the road to meet modern motor traffic must be constructed with a more resistant surface, which is brought about by introducing into the wearing surface some bituminous cementing material."?Good Roads Magazine. Washington Portiv.lt ITuug. The $10,000 silkwork portrait of George Washington, which was removed from ilie Governors' Room at City Hali some time ai?o at the order of the Municipal Art Commission, on the ground that it does not confirm to the accepted ideas of the first President's features, was hung yesterday in '"to Aldermanic Chamber in accoruanc wun a resolution miru- , duced by lderman Brown, the Re- j publican floor leader. Tin; picture was made by women of Lyons. France, over lifty years ago, aat' was presented by them to the city. I!' tho Art Commission wishes, it ran o^der the portrait removed front (lie Chamber, it having jurisdiction over the works of art in all the mu % mmm Eggciting. said a man, "Now there's no use denying That yon hen is a creature most trying; She'will cackle and yell / So that I cannot tell Whether she's laying or lying!" ?The Circle. Sweet Child! N "Did you dream sweetly last night, Karl?" "Yes, aunty, about the candy yon promised to bring but didn't"?Meg^endorfer Blaetter. . The Brute! "What was the trouble with them ?incompatibility of temper?" "Yes; he never would get angrjj when she was."?Answers. At the Present Prices. / Scott?"I see that an actress ia Rostand's 'Chanticleer' objects to laying an egg on the stage." - Mott?"Heavens! When she might sell it and retire."?Boston Telegram^ ' Give Him Time. ' " ' "-c-y "How. fast do you run your auto?**; ' "Eight miles an hour. She'll gal faster, but I am no sDeed fiend." "How long have you had her?' "Two days."?Washington Herald* * { i Enigmatical. Mrs. Camptown?"Tell your captain I'd like the pleasure of his com-' pany to a dance next Friday evening.* Corporal Ginnis?"Oi will, ma'am;! but Oi'm afraid some of the company;- y can't dance!"?Punch. The One Occasion. "Do you ever find it desirable to oppose your wife.?" "Yes," answered Mr. Meekton. "I always feel less likely to annoy Henrietta if I can avoid being her partner. In a bridge game."?Washington Scar* ? . Ho Knew. "What!s a ruling passion, pop?" ' ; "Your mother's." ? New York . Evening Telegram. *t ; ) Didn't Propose. "Could you be contented with love ' ,'j in a, cottage?" timfdly. inquired the poor young man. "Oh, yes," answered the girl witte large ideas. "What we saved on th?y size of the house we could put intef. the automobile." ? Washington Herald. : r Careless Aunty. . . Mistress?"Did you have company last night, Mary?" Mary ? "Only my Aunt Maria* mum." Mistress ? "When you see her again will you tell her that she left her tobacco pouch on the piano?"?* Illustrated Bits. Taking No Chances. "Yes," admitted the old bachelor, 'there was a woman I once thought a great deal of, but I was afraid toj ask her hand in marriage." "Afraid She'd say, 'No?' " queriect the young widow. "On the contrary," answered the o. b., "I was afraid she'd say, *Yes.' "?? Boston Post. '. ' 's ' iJi Real Mantrap. * Gunner?"What photograph is that you are placing In your desk?" Guyer?"Why, it's the picture of a mantrap I took last summer." Gunner?"Indeed! Some tiger lair in the tropics, eh?" Guyer?"Oh, no. It's a snapshot of a girls' bachelor club on a picnic." ?Boston Post. Not the Same at All. , Herbert?"Dolly Dearest, you are >V +v./% TTOfir nniu TL'nmnTi T pvpr reallv IUU VXJkJ VU*J It .-rii and truly loved." ? ^ Dolly Dearest?"You said that vScy same thing to Hilda Highfly only last week. She told me so herself." Herbert?"True; but that was only a dress rehearsal. This is the first uerformance!"?Sketch. A Can Yon Beat It? She?"I don't see why you should hesitate to marry on $3000 a year. , Papa says my gowns never cost more than that." He?"But, my dear, we must havd something to eat.',' She (petulantly)?"Isn't that just like a man?always thinking of hia stomach?"?Boston Transcript. A Xoble Woman. Guardian?"You say you are going to marry a man in order to reform him. That is very noble of you. May I ask who it is?" Ward?"It's Mr. Oofbyrd." Guardian ? "Indeed? I wasn't aware that he had any bad habits." Ward?"Yes. His friends say that lie is becoming quite miserly."? Sketch. ' 4 One on the Milkman. "Wei!, I declare," exclaimed tho milkman, facetiously. "A little fly !i?s fallen into the nii!k can and seems to be calling <o his mate on the edge of the can. Wonder what he is say inc. unynow: - "Don't know, I am sure," laughed a the housewife, "hut perhaps he is say- 1 Ing, 'Come on in, tlio water's iiav?.' " I