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NEVER LOVED BEFORE
i
Story of Man's Love and WomI
an's Constancy?He Soon
Forgets?She, Never.
BY PHILIPPA GRAY.
Everybody in the hotel smiled at the
little bride. She was bo obviously In
love with her husband, and he with
her. But somehow It seems more interesting
when It Is the bride who
hows the chief devotion. Everybody
expects it of him. And women are
pnore adept at hiding their feelings.
So everybody was really sorry for
fee bride when the bridegroom was
called back to the city on a most lm.portant
business matter which meant
the transference of several thousands
of dollars. There was no alternative,
however, and so she bore up bravely
end was quite chatty and communicative
with the other guests.
And out of her own heart, overflowing
with sympathy, she gave a bounteous
store to the lonely girl who knitted
on the piazza. She wondered why
euch a nice girl had never married.
One day, in a moment of confidence,
the lonely girl told her.
"You see, my dear," she said, "when
once you have really been in love you
cannot ever love again in the same
way. I gave my heart long ago?five
years ago, my dear. It was stolen, I
should say, because?" She hesitated
"I never learned his name," she whispered.
"You never learned his name?" questioned
the little bride.
"I suppose that sounds dreadful,"
the other admitted. "And yet I had
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never luteu uciwit?i v> v..^
three and I had never had a beau. I
had never let a man kiss me?until
then.
"I was living on Staten island and
crossed on the ferry to Manhattan
every morning to my place of business.
He lived there too. I used to
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"You Never Leaned His Name?"
eee bim on the boat The look in bis
eyes used to be a delight to me; he
was so youthful in spirit, so happy,
60 buoyant, 60 different from that
crowd of commonplace city men. I
knew he wanted to speak to me. But
he was a gentleman and I knew he
never would unless we found a mutual
friend to introduce ue. And I did not
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would break the spell if he should do
BO.
"I think we must have known each
other in thia way for three months, although
we never exchanged a word, or
bowed. And then?do you remember
the ferry ramming the steamship in
the fall of 1908?"
"Yes," said the little bride breathle86ly.
"We were almost side by side when
the shock came. The ferryboat turned
on her side and a dozen of us were
flung into the water. I could not
swim. I was struggling wildly, battling
with death when I felt his arm round
me and heard his voice in my ear.
"Keep cool," be said quietly. "There Is
no danger. In a few momenta the boat
will reach us."
"When he said that my terror left
me. I Just lay still and let him support
me above the water. I think those
? ? -a A, _a Wi.
were me nappiesi momeaui ui in? me.
And when at last we were picked up
and put safely aboard and given warm
clothee and hot drinks in the saloon
cabin, a sudden fear fell on my spirit
I knew that, since he had spoken, I
should never see that look in his eyes
again.
"Just before we stepped ashore he
came up to me. He looked at me in*
quiringly. He said nothing; there was
nothing for either of us to say. He
took me in bis arms and kissed me.
men ue sputie. x am guiu? ?coi
today.' he Baid. 'Tell me your name.
"When I come back I shall come to see
you. IX be ifia^ths or six
years. But,! shall always claim you. |!
I shall never let you go out of my
life.'"
"And?" questioned the little bride.
"That Is all, my dear."
The lonely girl had arrived the day
before the bridegroom was called back
to the city. She was a bird of pass- 1
age: she was due to return on the day
that the bridegroom returned. The
bridegroom actually arrived at the hotel
Just as the lonely girl stood in the
office, her baggage beside her, waiting
for her carriage. The bridegroom
walked in and the lonely girl turned
and looked him full in the face.
The little bride saw the look on her
face, but she was too much absorbed
in the bridegroom to think much of
the lonely gM. She was engaged Just
then In putting a muffler about the
bridegroom's shoulders, so that he
should not catch cold. The lonely girl
sat down In a chair and leaned her
head back against the wall, her face
the color of chalk. The bridegroom
had gone out of the office and the littie
bride hurried to the girl in the
chair.
"You feel ill?" she asked. "Can I
get you some water? Wont you lie
down?"
"No," answered the girl, rising with
an effort "It was the heat I think."
The little bride had thought that It
was very cold. She did not eay anything,
however, but helped the lonely
girl Into the carriage and waved her
good-by.
The lonely girl, lying back against
the cushons, sobbed wildly. Yet,
though her grief overwhelmed her, In
her heart was a song of gladness because
she had not let the little bride
know. Thank God that she would go
through life ignorant of that!
She had recognized him as soon as
he entered the office. He was unchanged;
there was the eame joyous
look In his eyes; the same spirit of
youth stirred In his heart. Even in
her pain she would not have missed
that period of happiness and those
years of waiting.
Meanwhile the little bride had
sought and found her husband and
taken him to the cozy seat on the
stoop which everybody had agreed to
leave unueed for the sake of the little
bride.
"Arthur, dearest," said the little
bride, "I want to say somethingsomething
awful. Do you remember
a confession you made to me the day
before we were married about?about
kissing a girl once after a ferry accident?"
?. .
"I don't want to rememt^"^^?e
past transgressions," growled the
bridegroom, kissing the little bride.
"But why did you do it, Arthur?"
persisted the little bride.
"Why, I told you, my dear," answered
the bridegroom, huffily. "I felt
sorry for her and?well, she looked as
If she wanted someone to kiss her.
That's all. What harm did It do?"
"You hadn't ever seen her before,
Arthur?" persisted the little bride.
"Not so far as I am aware, my
dear," her husband answered. "Go on;
don't spare my feelings."
"You've not seen her again, have
you, Arthur?"
The bridegroom took the little bride
in his arms.
"My dear," he said, "I never saw her
before and I've never seen her since.
To my belief, I shouldn't know .her
from Eve. Why?"
"O, nothing," answered the little
bride happily.
(Copyright, 1S13, by TV. G. Chapman.)
Horrid Man.
"Pa," said little Johnny, "do ail
roses have thorns?"
"Yes, my lad," patronizingly answers
father.
"I don't see any thorns on these
roses in ma's new hat," continued
Johnny.
"You would if you had to pay for
the hat!" sadly sighs daddy.
United States' War With France.
tKio nnnn.
'l'liere Wtttt tt wai uwtwccu IUIO VA/Uir
try and France soon after the adoption
of the Constitution, caused by
French depredations upon our commerce.
For three years, from 1798 to
moo. there was practically a state of
war between the two countries, although
war was never officially declared
by either side. The United
States government sent several warships
out on the ocean, between which
and the French war vessels there
were several pitched battles, notably
that between the Constellation and
the Insnrgente, In which the American
ship won a "famous victory." The
French "spoliation" difficulties were
Snnlly settled by the treaty of Decem^?r.
1801. and the war same to an
nd.
Caught a Bad Cold.
"Last winter my son caught a bad
cold and the way he coughed was
sometning dreaarui," writes Mrs.
Mrs. arah E. D.incan, of Tipton, Iowa.
"We thought sure h- was going into
consumption. We bought just ene bottle
of Chamberlain's Cough Remedy
and that one bottle stopped his cough
and cured his cold completely." For
sale all dealers. Advertisement.
WAS A "DARK HORSE"
By BELLE MANIATE8.
"Thornton. I wont take "no* for an
answer this time. Ton can stay over
a couple of weeks now Just as well as
not There is a good golf links, boating,
and I have three pretty daughters,
and?"
"I certainly cant refuse such alluring
Inducements," laughted Thornton,
"and I trust, Mr. Darnley, I
wont be trespassing too much on
your hospitality and the good nature
of your houshold by accepting an Impromptu
invitation."
The household is an unconventional
one, and delights in opening doors
wide when a friend knocks," replied
the elder man, taking down the telephone.
"Hello! This yon, Madge? Mr.
Thornton Is In town?you have often
heard me speak of him. I have persuaded
him to remain over and pay
us a visit. Yes, he'll come home with
me tonight" After the transaction
of some business which had brought
Roger Thornton, the son of an old
college friend of Mr. Darnley's, to the
city, they took a suburban train to
the latte^s country homa
"The house looks rather forbidding,"
observed Mr. Darnley, as they
came up the graveled road, "but the
girls detest lights in summer. I presume
they are back in the garden.
Sit down here on the porch and I
will gather them up. ,
Rogers heard a light footfall behind
him. Then two soft arms encircled
his neck, a velvety cheek was
laid against his own. and a beautiful
voice murmured tenderly:
"What made you so late, dear?"
Roger sat like a man dazed,
stunned by the touch of lips and
cheek. After a throbbing silence he
half whispered:
"I beg your pardon!"
There was a horrified exclamation,
a swift withdrawal of arms, and the
sound of vanishing skirts.
In a distant part of the house he
heard echoes of mirthful laughter.
Presently Darnley came out of the
house.
"After prowling all over the
grounds, I found the girls in the dining-room
preparing a chafing dish
i??cl?>on for ? Pnm? in and meet
them."
In the dining-room Roger was pre
sented to the three girls. In vain he
looked Into the roguish faces seeking
some tell-tale token. But not a sign
of confusion or enlightenment did he
receive.
"I must tell you a good joke, Thornton,"
laughed Darnley. "The girls
supposed it was your father I was
to bring home with me!"
"Indeed! And was I also supposed
to be my father when I sat out on the
porch Just now?" he asked, meaningly.
There was a trio of laughing voices
and knowing glances.
"No. You were thought to be me,"
explained Darnley. "See if you can
guess which one made the embarrassing
error."
"There is but one way in which I
can decide that matter," replied Roger,
gravely.
"How?" demanded the trio.
"I must close my eyes, and each
one of you can in turn come up behind
ho and reneat the error! Then,
I might decldo."
This was positively and laughingly
declined. After a merry evening,
Roger retired, unable to decide which
of these beautiful young women he
thought the most charming. The next
day and evening found him still undecided,
and also In the dark as to
who had bestowed upon bim the fleeting
embrace.
On the third evening of his visit,
Marie Loveridge, a niece of Mr.
Darnley's, arrived to pay a visit. She
was a type altogether different from
her light-hearted laughter-loving
cousins.
By one or two skillful moves,
Roger drew her apart from the gay
crowd and sought a secluded retreat
in the rose garden.
"Do you know," he said, suddenly,
"T ho/1 n otmncn pxnerlence the
first night of my arrival here."
"That vu before I came," reminded
Marie.
"Mr. Darnley left me on the porch
while he went In search of his family,
and while I waited there alone In
the darkness, I felt two soft arms
about my neck, a cheek laid against
mine, and a light kiss, and the most
beautiful voice I ever heard say:
'What made you bo late, dear?' When
I spoke, she fled. Marie, from the
first moment I saw you, I knew it
must have been you who came to me
there In the darkness and taught me
1a.? Kal"
HUQV IUTU Uilguv (A. ? I
"But," she said, her voice trembling,
"you know I did not come until
two days later."
"I know._ But till it_w%t you^-in a
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dream, perhaps, but, Marie, will you
not make the dream come true? Can
you not love me?"
With a little, glad laugh, she
turned to him, and he held her In
his arm a.
"Roger," she said, presently, "I
came a day before your arrival, and
stole out that night, thinking to
meet Uncle Will usd reproach him
for being so late. When I found my
mistake, I ran lg and told the glria,
and begged them V> keep my secret
They were lovely not to betray me,
but every time I wao alone with you,
I was conscious or what I had done?"
"So waa I. Marie." he replied.
SEA BATHING IN THE TROPICS
Water Becomes Heated to a Remark*
able Degree and a Plunge la the
Height of Luxury.
Those who live in temperate and
cold climates do not realize the effect
of the sun's direct heat on the sea.
The luxury of bathing in an ocean that
hae a temperature of 108 degrees,
writes Mr. E. J. Banfleld in "My Tropic
Isle," is not for the multitude who
crowd the cities that the sun touches
tremulously and aslant.
On November 21, 1909, we bathed at
j Moo>Jee, north Queensland, in shallow
water, on the edge of an area of dej
nuded coral reef fully two miles long
! by a mile broad. For three hours a
! considerable portion of the reef had
been exposed to the glare of the sun,
and the incoming tide filched the
i stored-up heat from coral and stones
| and sand.
The first plunge provoked an excla|
matlon of amazement, for the water
! was several degrees hotter than the
i air, and it was the hottest hour?three
I o'clock in the afternoon?of a very hot
day. No thermometer was at hand to
register the actual temperature of the
water, but subsequent tests at the
same spot under sirailiar conditions
proved that the surface stratum of
about one foot was at 108 degrees
Fahrenheit, from four degrees to six
degrees hotter than the air. Below
that, the temperature of the water
1 seemed ordinary, and corresponded
! with that of the water a hundred
: yards out from the shore.
| On another day, January 10, 1910,
| between noon and three o'clock in the
I afternoon, the sea, scientifically testI
ed, was heated to 90 degrees. With
| the bulb buried in the sand six feet
j from the water's edge, the mercury
rose to 112 decrees very quicKiy, ana ,
remained stationary-?Youth's Companion.
Lost Car Load of SHver Ore.
In June, 1908, there was shipped
from the Cobalt district a car contained
14 tons of ore, worth about
$3,000 a ton. The ore was consigned
to a smelter at Perth Amboy, and
John Black, one of the Cobalt pioneers
and the shipper of the ore, just
j had to have money In a hurry to
I carry on his operations. It was the
I first lot of ore shipped from his mine,
| and was dispatched in such haste that
I pir. Black forgot to take down the
I number of the car or to get a receipt
j for his ore. Just what happened to
! that car Mr. Black has been trying to
I find out ever since. The ore never
reached its destination, and search
| for nearly five years has failed to
bring to light a single pound of the
ore. Mr. Black doesn't need the monI
ey now, but he never will overcome
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Ills curiosity as to me lueuuij ui
persons nimble enough to make away
with 14 tons of valuable silver ore, to
say nothing of the whereabouts of
the car itself.?Wall Street Journal.
Good Idea.
Serial stories can be taken out and
bound. Any one who understands
bookbinding can get really beautiful
books in this way; but the woman
^bo does not understand this art can
cover pieces of pasteboard a little
larger than the magazine page with
cloth, carefully folded over and pasted
down on the wrong side about the
| edges, the Inside of the cover ntade
j neat by a square of cloth or paper
I pasted over the edges of the covering
I of the other side. Two of these cov
ers, with half a dozen holes punched |
half an inch from the back edges can I
be fastened together over the story
by means of silk cords run through
neat corresponding holes in the pages
of the story.
Never Heard of Greet Financier.
member of the Morgan family In
New Tork has received a letter from
an old lady of ninety living in the
heart of New England and asking for
some particulars about J. Plerpont
Morgan. Mr. Junius Morgan?father
of the late financier?she knew well
and had often been In his house, but
she can find nothing about the son.
and would be grateful for particulars.
The old lady says: "I take a semi
weekly Hartford paper, a dollar ayear
paper, but can not find anything
about It Please tell me about It if
you can. Did he ever marry any one?
It la all such a mystery to me." And
yet there are still those who pursue
fame's fleeting phantom. ..
LIST OF jrRORS
Drawn to SerTe at the Fall Term of
Court Which Convenes Sept 22.
Court of General Sessions, fall term,
will convene at Chesterfield on Mon.
day, Sept 22. The following havo
been drawn to serve as jurors:
Court House Township.
W. B. Oliver
W. J. Pur via
J. H. Brock
J. C. Johnson
R. W. Gaddy
W. F. Turnage
J. W. Hanna.
Mt. Croghan Township.
J. P. Allen
S. F. Hanimons
W. L. Gibson
B. F. Graves
W. F. Hough
j W. T. Davidson.
Old Store Township.
G. C. Knight
J. M. Taylor
Geo. R. Knight
M. L. Arant.
Jefferson Township.
E. W. Fletcher /***
W. F. Holley
J. R. Rollings.
Alligator Township.
S. B. Rodgers
J. B. Xortbcutt
H. F. Blackwell.
Steer Pen Township.
J. R. Chapman
E. II. Freeman
W. J. Johnson.
Cole Hill Township.
J. H. Scott
J. W. McLean
W. J. Gulledge
John W. Poison.
Cheraw Township.
H. S. Melton
W. L. Gillespie
C. Kirkley
J. A. Watson
V. J. Covington
B. Calder.
Her Infinite Variety.
As we sit down and ponder overthesummer
courtship we find the hand
that wielded the canoe paddle now
wields the broom. The suppers on _ river
banks are now in a small dining- ,
room. The gazing at the sky in summer
time is now looking to see If the
wash can safely be put out. The.
hand in the wash tub is the hand that
thnt tmllpd nver the canoe side. The
j soft voice in quiet lanes is now?
Don't you think it's a cruel world??
j Klrkwood Courier.
I The Boy and the Man.
The boy who solves his problem by
getting some one else to give him
the answer is likely when he grows
up to feel sure that he could win great
success if he only had some other *
man's chance.
Diarrhoea Quickly Cured*
"I was taken with diarrhoea and
Mr. Yorks, the merchant here, persuaded
me to try a bottle of Chamberlain's
Colic. Cholera and Diarrhoea
Remedy. After taking one dose of it I
was cured. It also cured others that I
gave it to," writes M. E. Gebhart. Oriole,
Pa. That is not at all unusual.
An ordinary attack of diorrhoea can ~
almost invariably he cured by one or
two doses of this remedv. Sold by all
I dealers. Advertisement.
DR. J. E. FUNDERBrRK,
Dental Surgeon,
Phones: Office 138; Residence 174
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