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A PAPER l AAIiMi. ' By MARY HARTWELL OATHERWOOD. fCopyright, lSUrt, by the Author.) "Oh, if 1 only hud some paper!" whispered Marietta Hrittles, rising from beside the old hair trunk in her graudfnthcr's garret. Ouco upon a tiino she had found a 8 cent piece in n crack of that trunk. But half a Saturday's probing with a knitting needle failed to find such treasure again. It is hard to be 11 years old and an orphan and the genius of your town all at once, for when you aro 11, particularly if you are an orphan, people have ceased to call you a dear little thing. Only your fa tlier and moth or know what you need much more than food and clothes. To he praised at Bchool and ho railed a poetess hy ladies with nlbuniN may bo a line thing, but a genius even at 11 is a lonesome animal, with crying wants which tho pooplo around him do not hear. The attio echoed that cry, of which it was perhaps ns tired as Marietta's folks down stairs, "Oh, I do wish I had some paper!" One golden day, when tho schoolmaster praised her compositions, Oraudfather Brittles had put his hand in his pocket and bought her live foolscap sheets They were an oily, bluo kind, which took ink reluctantly, but she made a book out of them, "Tho Hormitess of Marat od> Moor." It lay now in the old trunk by tho side of a tan colored epic written on wrapping paper and called "The Indian Poetess." Her coffer of treasures also hel? a number of poems and short stories, varying in length from an inch to a quarter of a yard. Besides, her father's leather notebooks were thero, his medical lectures all afloat in the stories his daughter had written around them. Marietta could not afford paragraphs. She wrote in one thick block, punctuating nicely, but making no breaks for conversation. She could only admire the spacing of tales in print and muse on tho wealth of writers. People who wrote liko that must have loads of paper. To this little girl riches took the form of creamy, smooth stacks of foolscap. Once her oousin from college made her an heiress with all his scraps of pink, blue, green, buff and ivory white liotn luiecr Xtinh onlHnn ilnpu nn.,,o dom in a lifetimo. Sho ought to havo hid Homo of this windfall and doniod herself the lavish uho of it, bo "Tho Knight and tho Lady" would not havo to rido around and around in hor hoad in repoutod stanzas without a blank page to receive them. The poetry about Mrs. Bopo's baby was written on the very but pink ncrap. Marietta wished ink could bo wiped off. Hut while she was ruing she recollected that Mrs. Bopo had hinted at somo payment for any piece of writing which Marietta might bring hor. It was not pleasant to do poetry to order, yet sho had enjoyed writing nbout that deur, dead baby, only she did not want to road it to tho mother. Tho force of hor promise and tho chauco of Mrs. Hope's having writing paper to uso uh currency took sudden hold of hor. She opened tho trunk and took out the pink baby poem, and hid it in her pocket \y*th tho loving shame of authors, and went down stairs to ask if she might go to Mrs. Hope's. Grandmother Brittles and tho two young aunts wero sitting straight in their chairs, making over muslin gowns which had to bo handled curefully. Sometimes Marietta really wished sho was not a Brittles. It seemed so hard to live in the largest house in town on tho g smallest income. If she were one of tho Smith or Burdon girls, she could be cheerfully euruing money to buy paper with. But tho Brittles wero old stock and great people in their neighborhood. A Brittles would bo a pattern of gentility if bo starved at it. Tho grandmother said Marietta might go to Mrs. Hope's, and her auntH told her not to run her shoos over and cut the uppers. She could walk instead of run?which strained leather and started tho pegs?and sho must not tako her sunbonuet off to slap any schoolmate with it. Sho could play tag with her naked band. A child's bands are tougher than much washed calico. Mariotta went to Mrs. Bone's without any desiro to run. Sho usually liked to play that sho was an Indian princess rushing on fleet lnoecasins through hor native woods, and there was not a girl in school who was swifter on foot. Hut she stood at Mis. Hope's gate, smelling the sweet brier which climbed the house, filled with aching dread that slio could not herself understand. Marietta never asked anybody to listen to what she had written. Him thought of ln rsolf as two little girls, one within the other. The outside girl was a romping. hearty creature, very well satisfied with life on the playground. The Inside girl was eager for somo world of libraries and gentle spoken men and women, a world in which she might meet and shyly gaze upon Nathaniel Hawthorne and Washington Irving and tho great poet, Longfellow. The inside girl hated to write in ladies' albums and only did so because Grandmother Brittles said it would he impolite to refuse. Hhe did not expeot anybody else to be interested in what so delightod hor. It now seemed to lie the inside girl who hesitated at Mrs. Bope's gate, half minded to go back and stuff the baby poem in some crack of the old trunk. But Mrs. Bope saw her and oalled hor into the cool, dark house, pushed tho auburn hair off her warm forehead and sat I ?r down in a horsehair parlor ohair. '. ;ero was always a smell of dried fln . ersaiid leaf mold in Mrs. Bopo's hot.jo, and tbo engravings on tho walls had a stained look liko a high water murk. Mrs. Bope piuyed on a dulcimer with a small hummer and was in the habit of singing many shrill, sad songs to the nenkincr of this instrument, fthe was a pale young woman and usually wore Hashes with her dresson, 8ho nuked about the BrittJes family, and Marietta answered in the polite phrases of the village, looking about the darkened promitea iu vain foranytraoes of paper. / "I brought the pieoe you ked me to write, Mm. Hope," said MaJetta, feeling hor face scorch. "Oh, did you?" reeponde^ier hostess with the indulgent pationcAof grown women. "Thou you IBfe " "No, ma'am, 1 oan't," Raid the little girl, Mending up. "At school we have to read our compositions. But when we don't have to I don't like to." "Then I ought to nay that you will have to," untiled Mrs. Bope. "I'll juM give it to you, and I'll go out mid Hit in the culvert while you read it. You can call uie back, if you want it changed." Mrs. Bope HUtiled unu mi ally. She did not oppose the small nuthor'H exit, and presently mailed more through the win It note seemed to he the inside (/Irl who hesitated. dow at Marietta's shoes and pantalets dangling down the eulvort's stone sido. Vet in a quarter of an hour she railed the ohihl and sobbed in the hall over the auburn head that had instinctively turned its face away from a mother's sacred grief. "Oh, you know just how I felt?it is ho strange for you to know just how I felt!" exclaimed Mrs. Hope, trying to control herself. "I am going to put the piece in hahy's box of clothes with his playthings and all." "I wish I had brought it before," thought Marietta, awed by such tribute. "Thank you so much for writing it," continued Mrs. Hope, drying her eyes. "You're wolcomoentirely, Mrs. Hope. Hut don't you want it changed any?" "No. I callod you back to have some of my sponge cake and peaches. I intend to buy something pretty for you. What shall it bo?" Marietta hud mado up her mind during the moments she stood in the hall that alio could not tako pay for this literarv work?even miner for which ulm wuh fitiiiisliiiiK- Sponge cake and punches wore rarely seen at Orandfathor Brittle?', yet the iiiRido girl made her doel ino even them. When she had a rare penny, she never spent it for candy. Who could do ho when it would buy a whole sheet of writing paper? "I don't want anything, Mrs. Hope," said Marietta, looking up abashed and pink from her deep sunbonnet. Bo, with a mother's blessing on her, ?hu again stepped paperless into tho outdoor world. "But how am I going to get any paper to write 'The Knight and tho Lady' on?" she whispered to tho Hat, wooded horizon, tho village streets and summer sky. One hand sought in tho depths of her pocket her last bit of stubby load pencil. Marietta knew how to make ink last indefinitely by doctoring it with rainwater and soot. Of course its blackness faded out to mud color, but brown ink is not bad when you are used to it. ller father's gold pen was hers to use as she pleased, though her grandmother often desired her to remember that it was to lust her a lifetime. "I believe 1 will havo to write out 'The Knight and the Lady' 011 the side of our barn," she began to resolve. "Whon I get some paper, I can oopy it and scratch tho place. But if any of tho boys saw me doing it they might learn it and shout the lines at 1110 011 the street." "Whore are you going, Marietta?" spoke a piping voice behind her, and sho know before turning that Lucy Torronoo was running to catch up with her. Lucy was a weak eyed littlo eroaturo, with white skin, which never took wholesomo tan. Marietta was a strong yokemate, who pulled Lucy through when tho black man chused them or kept her from being flung off into spaoo when the wholo school played crack the whip. "I ain't going anywhere," answered Marietta, putting an arm around Lucy as Lucy put an arm around her. It was so natural for two little girls to fall into a skipping step that she forgot at first about saving her shoe leather. Sho ^.,1,1 L/v 1 : i i- 1 * * wuiu ik) jiujijij Y> il M It JJlllJ"I1MT0 II) Rpilt) of the paper famine. Shu fluid nothing to Lucy about that, for nobody understands liow necessary writing papor is except the person who is hungry for it. "My mother said I might go to your bouse and spend the afternoon," revealed Lucy. "Then lot'B play with dock leaf dolls, " responded Marietta with interest, though the inside girl sighed about the still wandoring "Knight and Lady" and that simxith barn board on which they could not now be sot down. A green, wide space opened in that street which no child could pass without loitering, for in the center of the space stood a giant walnut troo with a house in its branches. A spiral stairway ascended around the trunk to Mr. Wagglo's front door, ten feet above the ground. The house was built of light timbers bolted together with iron, but it had an elegant finish, and had been sketched and written about by strangers and ga'/.ed at by neighbors until its owner resented the approach of anybody. The folks ull around were willing to stay away from Mr. Waggle, but they would tslk about him. Though he was called ri;h and a great traveler and learned in books, they considered it unsocial of any man to build his house up a tree. But Marietta secretly delighted in Mr. Wugglo, with his air of foreign lands and his soparntenesH from people living on tho ground. Ho had a brown man to wait on him about whom thero was constant dispute in tho town. Soino said thiN man was a struight haired mulatto, others that he was a Spaniard and yet others that lie Wu?; according to Mr. Waggle's own testimcK'y. a Sandwich Islander. Ho hud a broad, mild face, his hair was cut straight arou&l bis bead, and though ho woro thick AijtfGr'Cftn clothes oven in summer he was'? always wreathing his hat with flowers. \ Settled pcoplo whl0 bad never been used to sucb sights coul.d bardly believe the gentlo Sandwich iV.'andor barmless, and they felt they on"ilt to watch him when he did errands/ jr worked in . ^ ') yforgrirtah a ? i^ii i fifcitrftr.f the garden beyond the tree. Marietta and Lucy stopped without a word and gazed ut Mr. Waggle'n house. The door wan shut, though all the wiudown appeared open. Far back in the garden the brown man'a ahonldera bobbed up and down uh he hoed. The walnut tree aeoined aa full of munio aa if each one of ita leaven breathed a Hong. Step by step Marietta and Lucy approached the troe. They know they were not wunted there, but other children had darml to go up that apirul stairway leading to ho exclusive a world. If they had tumbled down again in a hurry, Murietta wan euro it wan bccauRO they wero cowardly. Mr. Wagglo had nover hurt anybody. "Ho won't care if we go up and nit by his door, Lucy. I'm Buro I wouldn't care, if I could mako such munio an that, who hoard it." Lucy blinked anxiously, but did as Murietta did. Thoy felt tho ridges of walnut bark with tho delightod awo of explorers, winding around tho ascent. Flower breaths oamo from Mr. Wag gle's garden, aiul tho wholo visible earth was steeped abovo its rim of woodH in shimmering heat. Tho sun glared baok from white houses. Leaves overywhoro held a ripe depth of green, and Mr. Waggle's house seomod the harmonious center of nil theso good things. Muriotta wished it could bo always summer, for in tho winter you notice so much more how hungry you are, and your hnnds actio so at knitting, and there is a dullness in sunset which makes you feel heavy hearted going homo from school, knowing that tho dinner is eaten and that you will huvo to tako some scraps in tho pantry. They woro just sitting down on Mr. Waggle's top step when tho door flow open, a loud whistlo like u call was blown, and thero stood the angry inmate, whilo musio played on behind him. Marietta was aware that the brown man answered and ran from the garden. She stood and shook with Lucy, but tried to l>o dignified. "Wo didn't want to disturb you, Mr. Waggle. We were only listening to your musio. You play it so nicely. " " Yes," responded Mr. Waggle, putting hiH knuckles in his side and lifting tho comers of his noso. "Only 25 of you havo been up this stairway today. Any boys down there, Aloha?" "No boys, master," answered tho brown man. "Then go back to your pluuts," said Mr. Waggle, and lie reached down from v.;o ?i ' J -i??? in uv>vi?nivijj v? iwi uuoiiiKi'n'u uoxieruy, pulled Marietta and Lucy into his house, and looked the door. Lucy oriod in a high, tiny squoal like a guinea pig, hut Marietta told hor Mr. Waggle would not hurt thom. lie stood and looked at them with the fez pushed hack from his forehead. He always wore a jacket and fez. IIjh faco was Beamed with many wrinkles, yet it had no look of age. "There are ten music boxos here," Haid lie, "and 1 intend to keop thom playing until 10 o'clock tonight. You will get enough of the nice music." Though Marietta was appal led at the thought of staying thereuntil 10o'clock at night, and Lucy squealed in a higher key, they saw tho sumptuous room Mr. Waggle inhabited, its floor like polished glass, spread with tufted rugs and its space divided by rich screens into many little apartments. Square windows and squure mirrors alternated until the house Boemed many times expanded. Light bamboo sofas furnished the space not shut in by screons, and Murietta thought nothing was lacking to this pulaco but paper. The music boxes played like enchantment, aud Mr. Waggle spoko us if they were working a spell. "Now, whutc.ui yo i do," said ho, "to breuk t..? ?l,.;:m and ;,.-t out beforo 10 o'clock The girls were silent. This was their nearest approach to the queer citizen of the tree, and ho was quite dilToreut from other folks. "Can you dunce a cachuca?" demanded Mr. Waggle. Marietta hud read of the cachucu, hut her family had nover let her dance anything. "Can you whistle an entire opera?" "If I did, my mother would whip me," sobbed Lucy. "There is but one ohanco left," said Mr. Waggle. "Can oithor of you rnuko a rhyme?' "Yos, sir; I can," responded tho genius quickly. "8ho can," testiliod Lucy, showing red eyes above a moist apron. "I mean," added Mr. Waggle severely, "a long rhymo out of your own head. It must bo at least three stanzas long, with six or oight lines in a stanza. '' "I can do it," said Marietta. At Inst "The Knight and the Lady" would como to paper I Her eyes shone, and sho stood like an athlete ready for uction as Mr. Wagglo moved a Hereon and allowed her a desk furnished with every blessing a hungry author could desire. There were even paperweights of curious design and painted quills and Ivory uud silver knives to distract tlio eye. But what were these compared to tho piles and pilos of creamy paper, the other stacks of thin, firm loaves and beautiful tinted sheets visible in that open desk? Marietta made three copios of "The Knight and the Lady" bcforo she got one free of blots. It was wicked to spoil pnpor, but wo aro all prone to wallow recklossly when wo find ourselves In sudden clover. She was at last ready to tap on a screen behind which Mr. NVagglo had retired. Tho music boxes played on in a tangle of tunes. Ho put on his eyoglasses. Lucy waited on a sofa, and Marietta waited beforo him. She conld see tho summer land far out of the windows, and her own cngor, pink, hair touzled face repeated and repeatod in tho mirrors around. When Mr. Wagglo had read "The Knight and tho Lady," ho looked searchingly at the author and demandod : "What made you write this?" "Becauso it's tho first chance I've had to write it," sho answered truly. "Do you often make rhymeH?" "Yes, air," oonfeaaod tho little girl, hanging hor head. But she hastened to add, "I would rather write thingB down in stories without any rhyme, only it takes so tnuoh paper." "And you write stories too? And they don't try to whip it out of you at obool?" Marietta was used to indifference and i V ft ?ii, t Hdicnle, bnt hardly to Condemnation And Mr. Waggle really wciiicd tierce. She plaited the bottom of her apron ant muttered that the girls liked to hav< her help them with their composition*. "Don't you ?ee what this will brinj you to?" demanded Mr. Waggle. "You'll be everybody's drudge. Th< trouble of the whole world will rui through you, and if any profit comes o: it in the course of time your gloriou; star spangled banner country will ris< to the occasion and rob you by its laws.' Marietta flung the bottom of hei apron ugainst her face and burst int< sobs. .She had lived a pinched life, anc tho prospect which Mr. Wnggfo set be fore her must be terrible indood. Bui she jerked the truth out of her laboring breast: "I ca-ca-cau't help it. I g g got tc write?what comes in my head?if 1 have to write it on tho barn!" "That alters the ouestinn. " said hei tonnontor, his voice taking a tondoi tone. "Now, I'll give you a dollar foi tl>iH rhyme I hold in my hand. I know frgloo club that would liko to have il for a song." The sympathetic squeal of Lucy and tho oouvuIkivo nobbing of Marietta won silenced an if by magic greater than tho magic of tho musio boxen. Tho musio boxes played on with chimoH of little bollH. Only a nnturo instinctively self sustaining can boar well being lifted from despair to astonishing prosperity. Mr. Waggle himself smiled at tho tears and laughter in tho face before him. Hut a> ho felt in his pocket for tho dollar she intercepted the motion. "Oh, Mr. Wagglo, won't you give ine a dollar's worth of papor instead of tho money?" With her sincere oredulity she never doubted that Mr. Waggle was really buying her "Knight and Lady" for a - X "And yon write etorlcs tooT" glee club. It Boomed a proper thing io? a gloo club. Ho was always kiud to hoi from that day, yot years had to hring hor insight before she saw through the gloe club story. lie now hesitated with the dollar in his hand until Marietta mado hor oase clearer. "Yftu know, Mr. Waggle, if I have a dollar's worth of papor, I have it. But u dollar in money might go to pay for shoos or hats or something yon don't need as you need writing papor." "That's truth itsolf," said Mr. Waggle. "Wo will guard against any such misfortune." Wealth, white and uncrumplod, an armload of wealth, burdened Marietta as she Hew down tho spiral staircase tc the street. "I beliovo there's enough to last me till I'm grown up!" sho panted in her excitement to Buoy, but Lucy was scarcely over the fright, and really did not see anything to rejoice over. "I bought live butter scotches for fi cents last week, " sho observed. "And you might have got a chunk of rock candy as big as your list for a cent." "Oh, Lucy," pleaded the genius, "how could I wasto a copper on candyi But I tell you what I'll do, Luoy?1 ain't stingy. I'll give you all for yourself live great, big, white sheets of my paper I" TIIK KNl). Tutt's Pills Cure All Liver Ills. Save Vour Money. 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C.: I >onr 81 r: ?Y our favor ot t lie '21st, enclosing new policy lias been received, and I w ill rein It pronilutn on receipt of settlement of old policy. I ant very well pleased wlllt tbo results of my other policy, and ' u t ilmnk you for your Kind attention and favors shown mo. Yours truly, N. C. I'Oli, This is but one letter of thousands that can be shown, 1 | all expressing the same satis- f faction. Write and get an explanation of the Tontine Policy of the 1 Equitable Life,! a policy that insures you against misfortune; protects you in old age ; provides for your at your death. \V. J. RODDEY, Manager, For the Ctirolinaa, Rock Mil!, S. C. Atlantic Coast Line. WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA ANl> A l.'U ITS TAR.R. CONDENSED SCHKDU I.S.. IN EFFECT JAN. 19, 1897. Going South. No. 55. No. 3i Lv|Wilmington *3 35pm Lv Marlon >1(5 pin .. . Ar Florence (145 pro . Lv Floroneo *7 15 pin J 5 an. Ar Sumter 8 43 pin 13 ar Lv Sumter 8 45 pin S? 35 am Ar Columbia 10 05 pro 10 65 am No. 53 runs through from Charleston via Central It. R., leaving Lanes8.36 a in, ^aunlng 9.06 am. Going North. No. 54. Mo. 5.1. Lv Columbia *5 60 am *5 15 pro Ar Sumter 7 13 am t!3> pro No. 83 l v Sumier 7 15 am Mi 40 pm Ar Florfjyyi 8 35 am 7 55 nr.. liV K' 8 66 am U,- 9 31 am Ar ?.?. jLgtou 12 15 urn Dally. No. fill runs through to Charleston, S. C., vl;. Oontral H. It., arriving Manning 7 1 p. ui Lanes 7 48 p. m., Charleston 9 8(1 p. in. Truins on Conway Branch leave Chadbourn IU.40 a m, arrive Conway 10 p in, returning leav? Conway 2.25 i> in, arrive Cliadbourn 155 p in, leave Chndhourn 5.20 p in., arrive at U ub 0.00 p m. returnin leave Hub 8.30 a m. amvo at i nadboum 9.15 u m. Daily exctfpt. JOHN F. DIV1NK. Oon'l lupi. J H. KKNLY, Oen'l Manager. T M. RMRR80V, Trnfflo Munwiror ^ . SoheduL of Local Mail Routes. ROUTE NO. 20273.?From (JulivanD Ferry to Conway, mail arrives 1.45 p m. on >iondm, Wednesday and Friday; loaves al 2 30 p ui on same days. Mail closi s at 2.95. UOIJTK NO. 20280.?From Conway to Biroway, N. 0., mail arrives at 4:30 p m on Tuesday,Thursday and Saturday; leaves st 5 p in on saint) days. Mail closes at 4:55 p in. RODTTC NO 20281.?From Conway via Forney, Jordanville, Oideon, l.ubnna and return, mail arrives at 7 p n on Tuesday, Thursday an Saturday; leaves at 0 a m on Monday, Wodnesday and Friday. At ail closes at 9 p m. ROUTE NO. 20283?From Conway to Tort liarrelson, mail arrives daily at 12 in* leaves daily at 1:45 p m. Mail closes at 1:40 p m. ROUTE NO. 20282.?From Conway to Littie River, mall arrives at 5 p in on Monday, Wednesday and Friday: leaves at 7 a m Tuesday, Thursday and .Saturday. Mail closes at 9 p ?. Wilmington & Conway R. R. Passenger and freight daily Except Runday. Southbound?No. 81. Lt Hub 8 30 nra I linn m " " ? ?;> Km Chad bourn fc^jLtyn Ar Clarendon 11 itT?,h Mt. Tabor 11 26 pro Loris 11 60 pm Banford 12 Oft pm Privetta 1*2 26 |>m Adrain 12 30 pm Ar Conway 12 56 pm Northbound? No. 42. Ly Conway 2 30 pni Adrain 3 00 pm Privetta 8 06 pm llayboro 3 16 pm Hah ford 3 26 pm Loris 3 10 pin Mt Tabor .. 4 10 | in Clarendon 4 30 pm lr Chadbourn 6 i'O pm ?v Chadbourn 5 16 pm llion 6 06 pm lr flub........ 6 2t pm JL/ACC#MAW LINK 8 IK AM ICRS xlj -amer will leave her wharf at !??w ? . . cy Monday and Wednesday .'or Georgetown at I o'clock II intermediate points. And olite ntttfer wharf at Georgetown every ."Id Friday morning for Conway omens inV touching all interim diut'o J), T. M'NKILL, it, all in tifmfltnd Treas., Conway, . C U. A. MUNNKKLYN, jftMtpK Georgetown, B. M. rirV ^ ' * ^