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MISS'I YILUAM / \ Frances I (Copyright, by R CHAPTER I. A Scandalized Virgin. The bus drove up to the gate anc stopped under the electric street light Perched on the box by the big. blact negro driver sat a little boy whos< slender figure was swathed in a hug? rain coat Miss Minerva was on the porct waiting to receive him. "Mercy on me, child," she said "what on earth made you ride ui mere r w ny aian c you gei insjue: "I Jest wanted to ride by Sam Lamb," replied the child as he was lifted down. "An' I see a nice fat little man name' Major?" "He Jes' wouldn' ride inside, Miss Minerva," interrupted the driver quickly, to pass over the blush that rose to the spinster's thin cheek at mention of the major. " 'Twan't nc use fer ter try ter make him ride no whars but jes' up by me. He Jes' "fused an' 'fused an' 'sputed an' 'sputed; he jes' tuck ter me f'om de minute he got off'm de train an' sot eyes on me; he am one easy chile ter grit 'quainted wid; so I jes' h'lsted him up by me. were am ms vermse, ma'am." "Good-by, Sam Lamb," said the child as the negro got back on the box and gathered up the reins. "I'll see you to-morrer." Miss Mlnerra imprinted a thin, old maid kiss on the sweet, childish mouth. "I am your Aunt Minerva," she said, as she picked up his satchel. The little boy carelessly drew the back of his hand across h!s mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you wiping my kiss off?" "Naw'm," he replied, "I's Jest a?I's a-rubbin' it in, I reckon." "Come in, William," and his aunt led the way through the wide hall into a big bedroom. "Billy, ma'am," corrected her nephew. "William," firmly repeated Miss Mi nerva. "You may have been called Billy on that plantation where you were allowed to run wild with the ne groes, but your name Is Wil liam Green Hill, and I shall insist upon your being called by it" She stooped to help him off with his coat, remarking as she did bo: "What a big overcoat; It is several sizes too large for you." "Darned if't ain't," agreed the child promptly. "Who taught you such a naughty word?" she asked In a horrified voice. "Don't you know it is wrong to curse?" "You call that cussin'?" came In scornful tones from the little boy. "You don't Know cussin' wnen you see it; you Jest oughter hear ole Unc'.e Jimmy-Jawed Jup'ter, Aunt Cindy's husban'; he'll show you somer the pretties' cussin' you ever did hear." "Who is Aunt Cindy?" "She's the colored 'oman what tends to me ever sence me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln's born, an' Uncle Jup'ter is her husban* an' he sho* Is a stlngeree on cussin'. Is yo' husban' much of a cusser?" he Inquired. A pale pink dyed Miss Minerva's thin, sallow, face. "I am not a married woman," she replied, curtly, "and I most assuredly would not permit any oaths to be used on my premises." "Well, Uncle Jimmy-Jawed Jup'ter is jest nach'elly boun' to cuss?he's got a repertatlon to keep up," said Billy. He sat down in a chair in front of it;-- ' bid aunt, crossed his legs and smiled confidentially up into her face. "Hell an' damn is Jest easy ev'y day words to that nigger. I wish you could hear him cuss on a Sunday Jest one time. Aunt Minerva; he'd Bho' make you open yo' ey< s an' take In yo' sign. But Aunt Cindy don't 'low me an* Wilkes Booth Lincoln to say noth in' 't all only Jest 'darn' tell we gits grown mens, an' puts on long pants." "Wilkes Booth Lincoln?" questioned his aunt "Ain't you never hear teller him?" ofllrA/1 "Ua'o r?ln A Tinf Pin a OOACU kuc VUiiUi lie O VIC Hunt I^IUV Gum Tempi's Peruny Pauline's boy; an' Peruny Pearline," he continued enthusiastically, "she ain't no ord 'nary nigger, her hair ain't got nare kink an' she's got the grandes' clo'es. They ain't nothin' snide 'bout tier. She got ten chillens an' ev'y single one of 'em's got a diff'unt pappy, she been married bo much. They do say she got Injun blood in her, too." Miss Minerva, who nad been stand ing prim, erect and stiff, fell limply Into a convenient rocking chair, and looked closely at this orphaned nephew who had come to live with her. She saw a beautiful, brlghi, at tractive, little face out of which big, saucy, gray eyes shaded by long curl ing black lashes looked wlnnlngly at her: she saw a sweet, childish red mouth, a mass of short, yellow curls, and a thin but graceful little figure. "I knows the names of aller ole Aunt Blue-Gum Tempy's Peruny Pearl lne's chlllens," he was saying proud ly: "Admiral Farragut Moses the Prophet Esquire, he's the bigges'; an' Alice Ann Maria Dan Step-an'-Oo Fetch-It, she had to nuss all the res'; 6he say fas' as she git th'oo nussln' one an' 'low she goin* to have a breathin' spell here come another one Electric Ho Current Will Do Everything in the Proposed Structure Except Pay Guest's Bill. The Interesting news conies from iParis that a hotel will be btiilt tnere |ln which all the domestic service will Ibe performed by electricity. If the promoters of the scheme keep their Ipromises, everything will be done by slectricity except the guests' payment WYA nd GREEN fflLL ioyd Calhoun ellly & Brltton Co.) an' she got to nuss it. An* the nex' is Mount Sinai Tabernicle, he name fer the church where ol' Aunt Blue Gum Tempy's Peruny Pearline takes her sackerment; an' the nex' is first c Thessalonians; Second Thessalonians, ' he's dead an* gone to the Bad Place J 'cause he skunt a cat?I don't mean skin the cat on a actin' pole like me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln does?he skunt a sho' 'nough cat what was a black cat. what was a ole witcn, an' ctho nnmo or*' ho'nt htm nn' hfi growed thinner an' thinner an' weas 1 ler an' weasler, tell finely he wan't 1 nothln' 'tall but a skel'ton, an* the 1 Bad Man won't 'low nobody 'tall to give his parch tongue no water, an' he 1 got to, ever after amen, be toast on a ? pitchfork. An* Oleander Magnolia Al thea is the nex'," he continued, enumerating Peruny Pearllne's off 1 spring on his thin, well-molded fln " gers, "she got the seven-year itcn; an' Gettysburg, an' Blddle-&-Brothers Mercantlle-Co.; he name fer the sto' 1 where ole Aunt Blue-Gum Tempy's ' Peruny Pearllne gits credit so she can pay when she fetches in ner cotton in the fall; an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln, him an' me's twins; we was borned the same day only I's horned to my 1 mamma an' he's borned to his'n an' Doctor Jenkins fetched me an' Doctor Shacklefoot fetched him. An' Declm us Ultimas,"?the little boy triumph antly put his right forefinger on his I left little one, thus making the tenth, "she's the baby an' she's got the colic an' cries loud 'nough to wake' up Is rael; Wilkes Booth Lincoln say he wish the little devil would die. Per uny Pearllne firs' name her 'Doctor c ^acklefoot' 'cause he fetches all her chlllens, but the doctor he say that ain'fno name fer a girl, so he name her Decimus Ultlmus." Miss Minerva, sober, proper, digni fied, religious old maid unused to chil dren, listened In frozen amazement, and paralyzed silence. She decided to put the child to bed at onco that she might collect her thoughts, and lay some plans for the rearing of this sad ly neglected, little orphaned nephew. "William," she uaid, "it is bedtime, and I know you must be sleepy after your long ride on the cars. Would you like something to eat before I put you to bed? I saved you some supper." "Naw'm, I hain't hongry; the major man what I talk to on the train tuck me in the dinin'-room an' gimme all I could hoi'; I jest eat an' eat tell they wan't a wrinkle in me," was the reply. "He axed me 'bout you, too. Is he name' Major Minerva?" She opened a door in considerable confusion, and they entered a small, neat room adjoining. "This is your own little room, Wil liam," said she, "you see it opens into mine. Have you a night-shirt?" "Naw'm, I don't need no night-shirt. I jest sleeps in my unions and some times In my overalls." "Well, you may sleep in your union suit tonight," said the scandalized rel-1 ative, "and I'll see what I can do for you tomorrow. Can you undress your self V Her small nephew wrinkled his nose, disdainfully. "Well, I reckon so," he scornfully made answer. "Me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln been un dressin' usself ever sence we's born." "I'll come In here after a while and turn off the light. Good nignt, Wil liam." "Good-night, Aunt Minerva," re sponded the little boy. CHAPTER II. The Rabbit's Left Hind Foot. A few minutes later, as Miss Mi nerva sat rocking and thinking, the door opened and a lean, graceful, little figure, clad in a skinny, gray union suit, came into the room. "Ain't I a-goin' to say no prayers?" demanded a sweet, childish voice. "Aunt Cindy hear me an* Wilkes Dwiu juiu\;uiu oaj uo aj cio ^ t j night sence we's born." "Why, of course you must say your prayers," Bald his aunt, blushing at having to be reminded of her duty by this young heathen; "kneel down here by me." Billy looked at his aunt's bony frame and thought of Aunt Cindy's soft, fat. ample lap. A wistful look crossed his childish face as be dropped down in front of her and laid his head against her knee, then the bright, beautiful little face took on an angelic expression as he closed his eyes and softly chanted: "Now I lays me down to sleep, I prays the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die befo' I wake. I prays the Lord my soul to take. "Keep 'way f'om me hoodoo an' witch. Lead my paf f'om the po'house gate, I pines fer the golden harps an' slch, Oh, Lord, I'll set an' pray an' wait "Oh, Lord, bless ev'ybody; bless me an' Aunt Cindy, an' Wilkes Booth Lin coln, an' Aunt Blue-Gum Tempy'a Per uny Pearline, an' Uncle Jimmy-Jawed Jup'te-, an' ev'ybody, an' Sara Lamb, an' Aunt Minerva, an' aller Aunt Blue Gum Tempy's Peruny Pearllne's cMl lens, an' give Aunt Minerva a billy goat or a little nannny if she'd ruther, an' bless Major Minerva, an' make me a good boy like Sanctified Sophy, fer Jesus' sake. Amen." tel for Paris of their bills. Even then they can give the cashier a shock by refusing to pay. There will be no waiters, no bell hops, 110 coat boys, 110 chambermaids, and consequently no tips. If a guest arrives home at 3 a. m. all he will have to do Is to touch a button, which will turn an electric sun, and then he can say io nia wife: 1 "My dear, you're really getting "What Is that you have tied around your neck, William?" she asked, as the little boy rose to his feet "That's my rabbit foot; you won't never have no 'sease 't all an' nobody can't never conjure you If you wears a rabbit foot. This here one Is the lef hln' foot; It was ketched by a red headed nigger with cross-eyes In a graveyard at twelve o'clock on a Fri day night, when they's a full moon. He give It to Aunt Cindy to tie 'roun' my nake when I's a baby. Ain't you got no rabbit foot?" he anxiously In quired. "No," she answered. "I have never had one and I have never been con jured either. Give It to me, William; I can't allow you to be superstitious," and she held out her hand. "Please, Aunt Minerva, jest lemme wear It tonight," he pleaded. "Me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln's been wearln' us rabbit foots ever sence we's born." "No," she said firmly; "I'll put a stop to 8uc& nonsense at once. uive It to me, William." Billy looked up at his aunt's aus tere countenance and lovingly fin gered bis charm; he opened his mouth to say something, hut hesi tated; slowly he untied the string around his neck and laid his treasure on her lap; then without looking up, he ran into his own little room, clos ing the door behind him. Soon afterward Miss Minerva, hear ing a Bound like a stifled sob coming from the adjoining room, opened the door softly and looked into a sad, lit tle face with big, wide, open eyes shining with tears. "What is the matter, William?" she "I ain't never slep' by myself." he aotbed. "Wilkes i Booth Lincoln al ways slept on a pallet by my bed ever sence we's born an'?an* I wants Aunt Cindy to tell me 'bout Uncle Pil jerk Peter." His aunt sat down on the bed by his side. She was not versed in the ways of childhood, and could not know that the little boy wanted to pillow his head on Aunt Cindy's soft ana am ple bosom, that he was homesick for his black friends, the only companions he had ever known. "I'll tell you a Bible story," she temporized. "You must not be a baby. You are not afraid, are you, William? God Is always with you." "I don't want no God," he sullenly made reply; "I wants someDody with sho' 'nough skin an' bones, an'?an' I wants to hear 'bout Uncle Plljerk Pe ter." "I will tell you a Bible story," again suggested his aunt "I will tell you about?" "I don' want to hear no Bible story,. neither," he objected. "I wants to hear He Chanted "Now I La Uncle Jimmy-Jawed Jup'ter play his 'corjun an' sing: " 'Rabbit up the gum tree, Coon is In the holler Wake, snake; Juney-Bug stole a half a dollar.'" "I'll sing you a hymn," said Miss Minerva patiently. "I don't want to hear you Blng no hymn," said Billy impolitely. "I wants to see Sanctified Sophy shout." As his aunt could think of no sub stitute with which to tempt him In lieu of Sanctified Sophy's shouting, she remained silent. "An' I wants Wilkes Booth Lincoln to dance a clog," persisted her nephew. Miss Minerva remained silent She felt unable to cope with the situation till she bad adjusted her thoughts and made her plans. Presently Billy, looking at her shrewdly, said: "Gimme my rabbit foot, Aunt Mi nerva, an' I'll go right off to sleep." When she again looked in on him he was fast asleep, a rosy flush on his babyish, tear-stained cheek, his red lips half parted, his curly head pil lowed on his arm, and close against his soft, young throat there nestled the left hind foot of a rabbit Miss Minerva's bed time was half after nine o'clock. ?"Timer or winter. She had hardly var.cd a second in the years that had elapsed since the run away marriage of her only relative, lazy. Look at me I'm up and dress ed!" If he feels that he needs a cocktail, L ? ? ? ? rV n a ue call iuuuu auuiuei uuuuu. uuo touch brings a martini, two whisky, three a Manhattan, four vermouth, five an ambulance. In answer, a dumb waiter rises through the floor either to bring the desired bracer, or, when need be, to lower tne guest to the ambulance. i The hotel promoters lay much stress on the fact that all their wait ers are dumb. In place of the ordi the young slater whose child had now come to live with her. But on the night of Billy's arrival the stern, nar row woman sat for hours In her rock ing chair, her mind busy with thoughts of that pretty young sister, dead since the boy's birth. And now the wild, reckless, dissi pated brother-in-law was dead, too, and the child had been sent to her; to the aunt who did not want him, who did not care for children, who had never forgiven her sister her un fortunate marriage. "If he had only been a girl," she sighed. What she UCiitJ*CU iAj uc a ua J uuuuftu u v u i tered her brain. "I shall rear him," she promised herself, "just as If he were a little girl; then he will be both a pleasure and a comfort to me, and a compan ion for my loneliness.'* Miss Minerva was strictly method ical; she worked ever by the clock, so many hours for this, so many for that William, she now resolved, for the first time becoming really inter ested in him, should grow up to be a model young man, a splendid and wonderful piece of mechanism, a fine, practical, machine-like individual, moral, upright, religious. She was glad that he was young; she would begin his training on the morrow. She would teach him to sew, to sweep, to churn, to cook, and when he was old er he should be educated for tne min istry. "Yes," said Miss Minerva; "i Bnall be very strict with him Just at first, and punish him for the slightest dis obedience or misdemeanor, and he will soon learn that my authority is not to be questioned." And the little boy who had never had a restraining nana laid upon mm in his short life? He slept sweetly and Innocently In the next room, dreaming of the care-free existence on the plantation and of his Idle, happy, negro companions. CHAPTER III. The Willing Worker. "Get up. William," said Miss Mi nerva, "and come with me to the bathroom; I have fixed your bath." The.child's sleepy eyes popped wide open at this astounding command. "Ain't thls-here Wednesday?" he asked sharply. "Yes; today Is Wednesday. Hurry up or the water will get cold." "Well, me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln jest washed las' Sat'day. We ain't got to wash no mo' till nex' Sat'day," he argued. "Oh, yes," said his relative; "you -?- ? a /low " Ill UMI UttlUtJ X3VK31 J vt ?j. "Me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln ain't never wash on a Wednesday sence ys Me Down to Sleep." we's bom," he protested indignantly. Billy's idea of a bath was taken from the severe weekly ? scrubbing which Aunt Cindy gave him with a hard washrag, and he felt that he'd rather die at once than have to bathe every day. He followed his aunt dolefully to the bathroom at the end of the long back porch of the old-fashioned, one story house; but once in the big white tuD ne was aengntea. In fact, he stayed in It so long MIbs Minerva had to knock on the door and tell him to hurry up and get ready for breakfast "Say," he yelled out to her, "I likes this-here; it's mos' as fine as Johnny's Wash Hole, where me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln goes in swimmln' ever sence we's born." When he came intc the dining-room he was a sight to gladden even a prim old maid's heart. The water had curled his hair into riotous yellow ringlets, his bright eyes gleamed, his beautiful, expressive little face shone happily, and every movement of his agile, lithe figure was grace itself. "I sho' is hongry," be remarKea, as he took his seat at the breakfast ta ble. Miss Minerva realized that now was the time to begin her small nephew's training; if she was ever to teach him to speak correctly she must begin at once. "William," she said sternly, "you must 1101 laiK. so iiiucu ime a ut-giu. nary Swiss who only stand and wait, Instead of running and serving, there will be automatons run by electricity and guaranteed not to spill soup down your back or creamed asparagus In your lap. The dining table will be decorated with flowers raised by In tensive electrical culture In both win ter and summer, for there will be no seasons In this hotel; push a button and you're warmer than when you see another fellow walking with the "only dear one on earth," push another button and you're colder than when "What I Done Now?" As Instead of saying 'I sho' Is hongry,' you should say, 'I am very hungry.' Listen to me and try to speak more [ correctly." "Don't! don't!" she screamed as he helped himself to the meat and gravy, leaving a little brown river on her fresh white tablecloth. "Walt until [ I ask a blessing; then I will help you I to what you want." Billy enjoyed his Breakfast very much. "These muffins sho' is?" he I Degan; catcning nis aunts eye u? tui rected himself: "These muffins am [ very good." "These muffins are very good," said Miss Minerva patiently. "Did you ever eat any bobbyctied rabbit?" he asked. "Me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln been eatln' chlt'llns, an' sweet 'taters, an' 'possum, an* squir rel, an' hoe-cake, an' Brunswick stew ever sence we's born," was his proud announcement. "Use your napkin," commanded she, "and don't fill your mouth so full." The little boy flooded his plate with sirup. "Theee-here 'lasses sho' is?" he be gan, oui mBtanuy reiutjiuutjiiug mai be must be more particular in bis speech, be stammered out: "Tbese-bere sbo' Is?am?are a nice messer'lasses. I ain't never eat secb a good bait. Tbey sbo' Is?I aimed to say?tbese 'lasses sho* are a bird; they's 'nother sight tastler'n sorghum, an' Aunt Cindy 'lows that sorghum Is the very penurlty of a nigger." She did not again correct him. "I must be very patient," she thought, "and go very slowly. 1 must not expect too much of him at first" After breakfast Miss Minerva, who would not keep a servant, preferring to do her own work, tied a big cook apron around the little boy's neck, and told him to churn while she washed the dishes. This arrangement did not suit Billy. "Boys don't churn," he said sullen ly; "me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln don' never have to churn sence we's born; 'omans has to churn an' I ain't a-going to. Major Minerva?he ain't never churn," be began belligerently, but his relative turned an uncompromising and rather perturbed back upon him. Realizing that he was beaten, he sub mitted to his fate, clutched the dasiier angrily, and began his weary work. < He was glad his little black friend did not witness his disgrace. As he thought of Wllke^ Booth Lin coln the big tears came into his eyes and rolled down his cheeks; he leaned way over the churn and the great glis tening tears splashed right into the hole made for the dasher, and rolled Into the milk. Billy grew Interested at once and laughed aloud; he puckered up his face and tried to weep again, for he wanted more tears to fall into the churn; but the tears refused to come and he couldn't squeeze another one out of his eyes. "Aunt Minerva," he said mischiev ously. "I done ruint yo' buttermilk." "What have you done?" she in quired. "It's done mint," he replied, "you'll hafter th'ow it away; 'taln't fitten fer nothin.' I done cried 'bout a bucket ful in it." "Why did you cry?" aaked Miss Mi n^rirn "Don't VOU like tO I work?" "Yes'm, I Jes' loves to work; I wish I had time to work all the time. But it makes my belly ache to churn?I got a awful pain right now."* "Churn on!" she commanded un sympathetically. He grabbed the dasher and churned vigorously for one minute. "I reckon the butter's done come," he announced, resting from his labors. "It hasn't begun to come yet," re plied the exasperated woman. "Don't waste so much time, William." The child churned in silence for the space of two minutes, and suggested: "It's time to put hot water in it; Aunt Cindy always puts hot water in it Lemme git some fer you." "I never put hot water in my milk," said she, "it makes the butter puffy. Work more and talk less, William." Again there was a brief silence, broken only by the sound or the dasher thumping against the bottom of the churn, and the rattle of the dishes. "I sho' is tired," he presently re marked, heaving a deep sigh. "My arms is 'bout give out. Aunt Minerva. Ole Aunt Blue-Gum Tempy's Peruny the other fellow frigidly asks, "What the devil are you doing here?" One of the features of the hotel will be an electric orchestra, in which all kinds of stringed Instruments will ap parently play of their own accord. The inventor, a Frenchman named Giorgla Knap, who has spent years ex perimenting with the various devices, asserts that they are now all abso lutely perfect, and has formed a com pany under the name "Societe des Ho tels Electriques" for the purpose of building electric hotels In every big ked the Boy lnnoc?ntly. Pearllne see a man churn with hl? toes; lemme git a chair an' see 11 I can't churn with my toes." "Indeed you shall not," responded his annoyed relative positively. "Sanctified Sophy knowed a colored 'oman what had a little dog went roun' an' roun' an' churn fer her," re marked Billy after a short pause. "If you had a billy boat or a little nanny I could hitch him to the churn fer you ev'ry day." "William," commanded his aunt, "don't say another word until you have finished your work." "Can I sing?" he asked. She nodded permission as she went through the open door into the dining room. Returning a few minutes later she found him sitting astride the churn, usine the dasher so vigorously that buttermilk was splashing in every di rection, and singing In a clear, sweet voice: "He'll feed you when you's naked, The orphan's tear he'll dry. He'll clothe you when you's hongry An' take you when you die." Miss Minerva jerked him off with no gentle hand. "What I done now?" asked the boy innocently. "'Tain't no harm as I can see Jes' to straddle a churn." "Go out in the front yard," com manded his aunt, "and sit in the swing till I call you. I'll finish the work without your assistance. And, Wil liam," she called after him, "there is a very bad little boy who lives next door; I want you to have as little to do with him as possible." CHAPTER IV. Sweetheart and Partner. Billy was sitting quietly In the big lawn-swing when his aunt, dressed for the street, finally came through the front door. "I am going uptown, William," she said. "I want to buy you some things that you may go with me to church Sunday. Have you ever been to Sun day school?" "Naw'm; but I been to pertracted meetln'," came the ready response. "I see Sanctified Sophy shout tell she tore ev'y rag offer her back 'ceptln' a shimmy. She's one 'oman wno sbo' Is got 'Ilglon; she ain't never back slid 'tall, an' she ain't never fell f'om grace but one time?" "Stay right In the yard till I come back. Sit In the swing and don't go outside the front yard. I shan't be eone lone." said Miss Minerva. His aunt had hardly left the gate before Billy caught eight of a round, fat little face peering at him through the palings which separated Miss Mi nerva's yard from that of her next door neighbor. "Hello!" shouted Billy. "Is you the bad little boy what can't play with me?" "What you doing in Miss Minerva's yard?" came the answering interro gation across the fence. "I's come to live with her,"' replied Billy. "My mamma an' papa Is dead. What's yo' name?" ; "I'm Jimmy Garner. How old are you? I'm most six, I am." "Shucks, I's already six, a-going on seven. Come on, le's swing." "Can't," said the new acquaintance. "I've runned off once today, and got licked for it." "I ain't never got no whippin' sence me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln's born," boasted Billy. "Ain't you?" asked Jimmy. "I 'spec' I been whipped more'n a million times, my mamma Is so pertlc'lar with me. She's 'bout the pertlc-larest woman ever was; she don't 'low me to leave the yard 'thout I get a whipping. I believe I will come over to see you 'bout half a minute." Suiting the action to the word Jimmy climbed the fence, and the two little boys were soon comfortably settled facing each other In the big lawn-swing. "Who lives over there?" asked Billy, pointing to the house across the street. "That's Miss Cecilia's house. That's her coming out of the front gate now." wminir InHv smllpri and waved i uv J her band at them. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Are you ignorant of yourself or do you think to Impose yourself upon us as a person we do not know? city throughout the world.?New York World. Proof. MI suppose there la no other street In the world that Is Just like Broad way," said the man who was always despondent when he had to be away from New York for a few minutes. "No." replied the soulless person, who was able to exist in a small town. "I guess there isn't Which proves that there are some foolish things people don't imitate." f CHARLES EVANS HUGHES Justice Hughe* Saye No. Lake Placid, N. Y.?That his decis ion not to permit the use of his name before the Republican national con vention at Chicago is final, was made plain by Associate Justice Charles E. Hughes of the United States Supreme Court who is spending the summer here. Justice Hughes confirmed a re port from New York that he had tele phoned friends in New York and tele- f graphed others at Chicago that he will not, under any circumstances, permit his name to be used and askefl that all mention of him cease. william b. Mckinley McKinley Claims Control. Chicago?Taft managers privatelj admitted the vote on the election of Senator Root was "too close to be comfortable," although they insisted they would maintain control of th? convention. "The days vote showed unmistakab ly that w.e have control," said Direc tor McKinley. "Will you be able to keep the dele gations in line?" he was asked. "Certainly, the line-up will be pre served and we will gain more votes. The defeat today will discourage the other side," was the reply. Every ef fort ot the Taft campaigners was di rected toward holding firmly that nar row majority of 18. HERBERT S. HADLEY Addressed Convention First. Governor Hadley of Missouri, the Roosevelt floor leader, was first to get the attention of the chair. Disorder Eliminated. Chicago.?Aside from the practical absence of the "rough house" tactics which had been so elaborately prepar ed for by the heavy police guard and the extraordinary pains of the nation al committee officers to guard against outbreaks of any kind, there were sev eral remarkable^things about the con vention. It was desperately serious business from beginning to end. There was none of that long continued up roar, extending into minutes, even hours, which have lately become a feature of political conventions. Make Bitter Fight. Chicago.?Colonel Roosevelt and his , leaders decided Tuesday night to make I the contest over the report of the cre dentials committee Wednesday a de cisive test of strength. Most of Tuesday evening was given over to discussion of the plan to be adopted. Governor Hadley of Missouri, received a commission to exercise a free hand in directing the fight. Talk of a bolt as the result of a decision to disregard the action of a majority of the con vention unless it be composed of un contested delegates was unfounded. Roosevelt Encouraged. Chicago. ? Colonel Roosevelt ad dressed a caucus of Roosevelt dele gates for a quarter of an hour Tuesday evening. He said the situation seem ed t? be most encouraging, and he felt that the convention would not support the national committee and seat delegates who, he asserted, had no rights in the convention. In em phatic language he told the delegates he would not abide by such action and he felt sure they would not. He said nothing about the cries of "bolt ers" at his delegates.