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r - ' (love and 11 youth By MARJORIE HENDRICKS Anna Whelan woke up with a start to the realization that as a summer girl she was not in the running. For some time after the young peo pie had tripped down the steps and " across the lawn to the inn, where the musicians were already tuning up for the hop, she sat alone gazing unblinklngiy out luto the moonlit grove. Then a faint perfume stole over her shoulder and a well known voice sounded behind her. "Oh, Miss Whelan, I am so glad to find you! We are trying to make up a game of bridge. You will play, won't you?" "i am nwruny sorry," said Anna, rising, "but I am a wretched player anil always rouse the ire of my partner. Besides, I have a wee headache tonight, which would make me more than ordinarily stupid at the game. Some other time"? "1 hope you will feel better tomorrow. Is there anything I can do for you? Some salts"? "Nothing, thank you," said Miss Wlielan, with a smile. She Wished she might have been more obliging. The invitation had come from one of the most popular women in the hotel, popular, but middle aged, and Anna Wlielan was not rendy to be middle nged. Alone again, she dropped back in her chair, leaned her head against the high wicker back and closed her eyes. And for this?to be left alone on the piazza?she had uaved part of her salary all winter, had invested part of her savings in the quaintest of summer flnery, had counted the days until her vacation began. 'She recalled the enthusiasm with which she had heard the other girls plan for the stay at Wisconset. There were six of them in all who lived in a bachelor maids' apartment in town, and for n month or more the one topic of conversation had been the sailing parties, the daily bath in the sea, the clambakes and the nightly liopa for which Wisconset was famous. The girls had Insisted that Miss Whelan come with them, and she now realized that they had done everything to make her one of them since their arrival at the shore. They had always dragged her into their merrymaking plans. She was with them, yet not of them, and she knew wherein lay the fault. It was in her years. Jtter ch.e^k-K.. somehow had retained the delicate pink llush of girlhood, hut the soft gray hair waved above her forehead told the bald truth of her years. Her pretty frocks were more dalntj-, more costly, than those worn by the girls around her, but Miss WhoInn's taste in dress had always been good, and with advancing years she had adopted the more subdued colorings and simpler styles. Iler summer wardrobe was that of a chaperon rather than that of a debutante. Yet at heart she was a summer girl. She felt as young and took as keen an interest In youthful pleasures as any eighteenyear-old girl. Sitting there in the moonlight, she realized that, once robbed of youth, a woman could not buy the lost . treasure back at any price. Her childhood had been narrow, penned In by poverty and an invalid moth^ er pettish and exacting. Death had carried away one burden, that of unappreciated nursing, only to lay upon lipr Rlimilrlnvn nnntlior thnfr nf nnrf housekeeper, part breadwinner. Slio had gone Into a shop as cash girl and had attended to tho household duties night and morning. When slio was sixteen years old slu? sat up until nearly daybreak three nights lu succession to set stitches in her sister's confirmation dress. The sister went through the high school, as did tho younger brother, and while they studied Amia was steadily advancing In tho store. When she became buyer for her department and took her first trip abroad It brought back the pink In her cheeks that fled before litr tenth birthday, but Anna was now three times ten. On her return from Europe she found that the same disease which had wrecked her childhood and curded away her mother had again entered her home.' This time It carried away In quick succession brother and sister. Anna found herself alone and lonesome. She fled to the bachelor maids' apartments for companionship and was made welcome by these girls ten years or more her Junior. With them she had grown young again. She had almost forgotten the gray hair. It bad taken the thoughtless boys In blue serge and .white duck to drive the iron Into her heart. They were nice to her because they knew that the girls would not forgive them If they were otherwise. But v that was not youth and the right to ho young and Joyous and silly. Anna sat up very straight. She had become pos* seased of a sudden desire to giggle, yet many a time and oft she had reproached the little cash girls In her own department for criiralimr. Laughter and music floated across the lawn. They hurt. She rose abruptly and fled to her room. The headache now wm real. She tore off her pretty gown and flung It heedlessly across the bed and slipped into an easy flowing kimono. Then she sat down by the window, thinking bitterly that fate had cheated her out of the greatest thing, the Joy of being young. Suddenly, as she sat In the quiet, the sound of a sob reached her ear. Something very like a patter of bare feet came to her from the hall. She aprang up and threw open her door. A small figure huddled against it fell in toward her. "Oh, please, I'ui so frightened all alone! May I come in?" "You surely may," said Anna as she drew the shivering, weeping child into the room. She recognized her now. It was the serious faced little girl who had a room, two doors beyond. She had often seen her on the sand and on the poreli with her nurse. It did not take Anna very long to learn that the child was motherless, in the care of a young and heedless aunt and an Ignorant nurscgirl. The former was absorbed in the social affairs at the inn and the latter in the gatherings iu the servants' hall. Little Grace had been left quite alone in her room, and a strong draft had blown out the lamp, so that between the darkness ajul an ugly dream she had wakened up in terror. That was the beginning of a new holiday for Anna Whelau. The nurse and young aunt had little to do from that time on sjlve to provide for Grace's "You wouldn't Lave given iier credit Cor being so clever. She probably knew the child's father was worth a million." "No; I understand he is not worth anything or the sort. lie is only a corporation lawyer, and 1 think she liked Grace for her own sake." The two women passed out of hearing. The pink had tied from Anna's face, leaving it tired and white. She rose unsteadily, but the man took her firmly by the arm and drew her back to her chair. "Don't go. please. I know you care for Grace for licr own sake. l)o you think you could care for me for mine? 1 wanted to ask you tlii i the lirst night." Instinctively Anna's hand reached up to her hair. "Oli, I couldn't! I've known you cucli a short time?people would talk ?and?I'm really too old to have n love nft'air." She- did not speak bitterly, just simply. us if n thought long unspoken lind found utterance. The man took both of her hands In his. "My dear girl, love never grows old, niul neither will you." Mine ItntH. Every mine that has an entrance on the level is infested by rats, and thcro is no surer indication of a coming disaster than a general exodus of the rodents. As surely as tne rats are seen leaving the mine, Just so surely will u cave-in occur Jn the next day or two. Efome miners ars^superstitious about the matter and fancy tlie rats are endowed with foresight, and so they are, but not of the kind that is commonly imagined. A cave-in never takes place without warning. For days before a fall of any portion of the roof of the mine the earth and rocks are slowly settling into position for the grand crash. The rats feci the motion of the mass, probably hear tlie cracks that are caused hy-'4he filling of the layers, and imagine, u a rat can he supposed to have any imagination, that the earth is becoming alive, so they become panic 'stricken and rush out in swarms. It lias often happened, both in this country and Europe, that the miners refused to go into a mine that the rats had deserted, and the caution was invariably Justified by the event. Dendlty of Water. A strange fact in connection with water is that its point of greatest density is not the freezing point, as willi nil other liquids, hut between the two extremes of its existence as a llqui^l, at od.2 degrees F. From this point water necessarily expands with either decrease or increase of tempernture. At the boiling point the conversion Af ?I.A 11A?I-1 * ? * ' * " ui iue itjuiii iinu i^us bii'iim i? naturally nccouipnnled by nu enormous oxpan- j slon, its volume increasing 1,700 times. Hut the behavior of water at the freezing point Ul as reinarknblc, owing to the peculiar crystalline formation of ice. The process of expansion is uniform from 30.2 degrees downward to 82 degrees. When that point is reached the temperature remains stationary during the loss of latent heat, but tho expansion continues until, when ice becomes visible, it is seen to be bulkier than the water from which It was formed. physical wants. Anna was her constant companion. She seemed determined to cive tills sliv ten-vcnr-ohl o-irl nil (lm companionship, the sympathy, the simple, unaffected pleasures, which had been denied her own* chilli hood. She 'did not dream that in the moments when they wore not together (J race in her stiff, unformed writing was sending a dally chronicle thv-lr companions'.)'^ to Ik: father. Nor covdd she know of the resentment which tilled his soul against the well paid and heedless caretakers of his child and the curiosity regarding the girl with the gray hair and pink cheeks who was mothering his wee bairn, for (trace assured him in every way that Miss Whelan was epiite as young as Aunt llattio. ' When he finally came down to spend a'Sunday with his daughter his first step was to meet Anna. He smiled as his daughter gravely introduced her as "my friend, Miss Whelan." They were such an absurdly different couple anil yet so very much alike in interests and pleasures. i to found his gaze traveling constantly over the brown head of his daughter to the gray head of his now found friend, and he began to understand the letters bettor. On Monday morning he did not go hack to town, hut told his sister Ilattle that he had only just commenced to realize how the office had worn him down. lie needed a week's rest. Three nights later he was silting In a sheltered corner of the veranda with Miss Whelan when two members of the elderly porch brigade strolled slowly by, talking in a high keyed voice which came squarely to their secluded corner. IVAN THE TERRIBLE. Darltnrlc C?nr Who I.ovcil to Rarn, Hull ami Torture Ilia Subjects. Some of the reasons why Ivan, ezar of Russia, was called. "the Terrible" have been retold by K. Walbszewskl in his book. Persons who displeased him he would saw asunder by the constant rubbing of a rope nrouud their waists or sprinkle alternately with lee cold aud iKjili.tR water. lie marked his sense of a bad Jest by deluging the perpetrator with boiling soup and then running him through with a lcuife. lie rebuked an unmannerly envoy by summoning a carpenter and ordering him to nail the man's hat on his head. There were also wholesale orgies, as at the punishment of Novgorod, when he had a hundred persons roasted over a slow tire by a new and Ingenious process and then run down on sledges into the river to be drowned. At Moscow the czar had a disappointment. There was to;be a great execution of 300 victims who had already been tortured to the last extremity, and loyal subjects had wen summoned to the function. "To IvAn's astonishment the great square Was empty. The instruments of torture that stood ready?the stoves and rteithot pinchers and iron claws and needles, the cords, the great coppers full of boiling water?bad failed to attract this time. "But there had been too much of this sort of thing lately, and the executioners were growing too long armed. livery man sought to hide deeper than his neighbor. The ezar had to send reassuring messages all over the town. 'Come along! Don't be nfraid! Nobody will be hurt!' At last out of cellars and garrets tlie necessary spectators were tempted forth, and forthwith Ivan, inexhaustible and quite unabashed, began a lengthy speech. Could he do loss than punish the traitors? But he had promised to be merciful. and lie would keep his word! Out of the .".CO who had been sentenced ISO should have their lives!" Torture and execution were, however, in the case of Ivan very much more than the more instruments of barbaric justice. They w ire his recreation and delight. As a boy Ills amusement was.to throw dogs down from the top of one of the castle terraces ami watch their dying agonies. As a man he used to go the round of the torture cham.oers after dinner. One of his first crimes was the execution of his earliest friend, Feodor Vorontsov. One of his last was the murder of his own son. According to Wnllszewskl, It was the recognized thii-g in Russia for the upper dog to make things as uneoinfortablo for the under dog as knouts and slow fires could make them. So "the Terrible" only talked of his subjects In the language they could most readily understand. Ivan was by no means unpopular with the people. In many ways lie was an enlightened and progressive monarch. He took the first steps toward the founding of Russia'si great eastern empire. He made more or less successful attempts toward political and legal reform, and he had a certain gift of leadership and instinct of statesmanship which he used to the best advantage. Personally he was a coward, as was shown at the siege of ivasan, wnen no Kept diligently to bis devotions in spite of the repeated entreaties of his men to come out dnd help them. : Portrait Iitittoim. Portrait buttons for campaign purposes are no new thing. Exactly the same method of conveying the expression of political admiration was In force in tlie days of Queen Anne. At the time of the famous sermon by Dr. Snchcverell, when party passion reachI ed a high pitch, the custom was originated of using coat buttons adorned i with caricatures, portraits of tlie much j discussed doctor and similar decorations. Nor was the fancy confined to buttons. Gentlemen sealed theibetters with similar designs, anil a little later they* were to be found on the backs of playing en'nl* and even on women's fans. Dr. sacheverell's head, again, was made use of to ornament tobacco stoppers, crockery and similar articles. Skillful Porto menus. | The natives of l'orto Kico fashion a variety of useful and ornamental articles l>y liaed from the palm leaves, gourds, coeoanuts and other products of the island. They are skillful In weaving hammocks, hats similar to Panama hats, and a great variety of baskets. Canes, paper knives and other articles are carved out of the nutive woods, some of which show curious and strikingly ornamental markings. The senoras and senoritas of Porto llioo are e pQgially skillful with the needle and produce a considerable quantity of line drawn work and laces. Already Supplied. A Swedish girl just urrived from the old country attended evening service at a Duluth church. The minister, seeing i she was a stranger, shook hands with her at the close of the meeting and said he would llnd pleasure in calling upon her soon, whereupon the girl, blushing, hung her head and bashfully murmured, "T'ank you, but Ay have a fella." For Amntenr Tliesplnas. Knox?I hear you'ro getting up an amateur theatrical club. Woodby? Yes, and now we're looking for n good motto for the club. What would yon suggest? Knox?What's the matter with "Think twice before you act?"? Philadelphia Press. . Abientmlmlvd. Tim i ?* ?- - J.1H! *11 UlJill ? I I'BU I BWJ luarTHW.-K your father placed among the wedding present*. The Brhlo? Papa is eo abscutminded! lie lit his cigar with it. Our enemies are our outward con deuces?Shakespeare. w rf. - ? ?v; ' ' A^' t 1 Humor and Philosophy By DUNCAN M. SMITH H ? Copyright, 1W4, by Duncan M. Smith. TIME FOR THE NEW START. What, you here Again, little year? Only seems like a few Weeks since you Were around before. Not more Than a month at best. Who would have guessed You Were duo Bo soon? If It were June No one would bo surprised. But when one full sized Year has fled It makes a inan scratch his head. Hold Ills breath and wonder If he is not growing old. Time is a thief. It seems but yesterday we turned over that leaf And swore To smoke no more. Nor is that all, If wo recall Aright. Quite A number of things were on that list. We missed A few, Perhaps, but not over two. But where Are these resolutions now? Echo an- . swers, "In the air." Say, You may Think it Is easy to bo good, To saw wood Right along, To bear down strong And never once look up, but, my Goodness, Just try, And you'll see. The date is here, and the entries are free. AVsBSsTw ll0r husband is The Average Man. Did you over see the average inau? Ho Is found In the government statistics and lives on the fat of the land, but they always forget to give his photograph and his street number. This average man eats a certain num- 1 ber of pounds of meat every day, has several good suits of clothes during the course of the year and, shocking to relate, drinks up a few barrels of beer, j The average man has a family of three children, no more, no less. If he expects them to grow up some day and support him, he is doomed to disappointment, for they always remain the same average age. Looking at the things he consumes and the number of miles he travels, you would think that he had a snap, but on looking farther down the page you cense to envy him when you lind how many dnys of hard nrnelr li tm fn { ? <1nnln/w 41>a ?uiu uu jjuis in uuiui^ tnu j fai. Transformation. Simple little Mary Ann, Innocent and free of guile, To a school of modern plan She was sent to give her style. When she went tho little lass Artless was and fancy free. But she ne'er returned, alas! In her place came home Marie. No Fight In Him._C7/} "I should think \ I you would be afraid to talk so saucy to so big ya man." " | 1 AWjVAve^ "He wouldn't 1 | A) hurt any one. I Qu 1 fjy} (\\ happen to know u / (( f J \ \ that he Is an ex- | prize fighter." / PERT PARAGRAPHS. The girl that didn't know that she was under the mistletoe is always dreadfully provoked at herself when she discovers It?nit. A pcssluHst is the fellow who failed in doing last week what you are trying to do this week. 1 lt*Vs an ill wind that blows your neighbor's sidewalk clean and heaps the drift over yours. When a man appears to have lost his temper It generally transpires that he only mislaid it. There nre lots of people that are dead, but don't show It. Tbe devil pets sick occasionally just for *V.e fiendish pleasure of letting his conditio.) he known to his tenants and denying them the pleasure of relating their own experiences and loading him %up with remedies. Itnshfulness often conceals a first class quality of nerve. It does no good to talk back to an alarm clock. A sucker la a "con" man who baan't rat learned the trade. . BOX OFFICE TRICKS. i he berth of a theater ticket seller is not a sinecure. Why (lie Mn? Who fill* lie lit ml (lie \v icket Hunt lie 11 Good .iimikc of Iluitiiin Nature?The Art of "Ureaiiik" a I-tuht House. To tho average theater goer the man who sits behind the wicket in the uot oilice and sella tickets seems to have one of the sinecures of earth. True, be has to answer many fool questions and deal with many fool persons who are often ugly because others with more foresight have picked up early till the good seats. lie has to handle diplomatically the woman who wants dollar scats for 70.ceuts and with the other fellow who wants "first row, center," after the play has begun and that bus been sold for a week ahead. But all these things seeui but his share of the minor ills of earth. Outside of them apparently Ids job is what is generally known as a "snap." But the man in the box office has other things to do besides sell tickets. True, that is where ho comes in eontact with the general public, aud that' is all that is usually thought about his duties. But at the same time he is. serving the public lie Is working for two masters behind the scenes, the proprietor of the bouse and the manager of the attraction, and he must serve them equally, while their interests sometimes conflict sharply. Furthermore, he must serve them as against the public if need there be, and it keeps him hustling to hold his Job to do it too. The man behind the wicket Is a good man if he can make you buy a seat that costs you more than you intended to invest to see that particular "show" ?all attractions in a playhouse are "shows" in the parlance, be they opera, LUiutu%> ui \ iuniv \ nir. i>vn\ , uiwnt iwcn think they know what they are going to got when they visit a theater, and they especially have the price fixed in their minds. Perhaps, psychologically speaking, they are stronger minded than the house treasurer. Then they do get what they want, and he never questions it. Ilut tlie average man is not. The treasurer is trained in ticket selling. It is his daily routine, while it la an occasional act on the man's part. Ilence lie is fortified for the public, and the latter is not for hiui, nnd so when the people step up, especially if it is rather late nnd there is something of a rush, a clever ticket man can easily get the extra price out of them for a higher selling seat. IIow does lie do it? Largely by the power of suggestion. He implies that you want it, for instance, when you go up. In other words, he puts the question as to what priced seat by asking you about the higher ones before he mentions the lower onss, nnd when lie does refer to the latter, at your suggestion, he does it rather apologetically, lie lias the higher rate tickets in his hand, nnd if you do not take them he reaches to the rack for the others, and all the time the line Is waiting, those back of you are scowling, if not making remarks, and every one within earshot of the window knows that you have refused the higher seats for the lower priced ones. This is embarrassing. Especially is it so if a girl is with you, waiting Just outside the rail that separates the mob from the line, and the chances are 10 to 1 that you will take the cue, involuntarily, and pay a quarter more, when you had no intention of doing so when you approached the clover man in the box. That is one way. It doesn't require any falsehood. It does require a good tiuuwieugc 01 nunian nature, some men wouldn't "stand for" that. They would be offended, and it might hurt the house. That is for the treasurer to beware. He must "size up" his customers and act accordingly. There Is a great gain in time in selling without a chart. A man will then step ui? nnd nsk for a "good seat" about a certain place. Running through his lists, the seller finds him something very near there, and he is satisfied. That one man is finished in a few seconds. It would take minutes if the sheets were there. Time is important when tho orchestra Is playing and the curtain about to go up. Still further, the absence of a chart enables tho seller to "dress" his house, provided the sale is light, and to keep out "singles" if it is heavy. "Singles^< are seats left alone when the adjoining pairs have been selected from a chart. "Singles" are hard to sell because very few persons attend n theater alone. Almost all seats arc sold in pairs. A treasurer with a bunch of "singles" on his hands, even with a house threatening to sell out. is "up against it," for often ho will lose sales that would have meant capacity but for the fact that he cannot place a couple in adjoining seals, though he may have several odd ones left. "Dressing" a house is the avoidance of this condition in one sense, but it applies to light houses generally. When a show is not doing weli it is up to the box olllce to make the house look fall even though it be only partly solid, lie does this by scattering the crowd. Instead of selling n section solid and leaving adjoining sections vacant he sells a few here, a few there, and thus the empty apneas are not concentrated. Men usually dress a house from the center out. They will sell a good part of the center section, scattering, and then will work out on the left and right. This is because seats on the extreme edge of the house are not ao good, and people expect them to be vacant except In a.heavy house anyhow and do not notice them so soon. He knows his house like a book, and he knows early In the day whether or not he will have a crowd. Hence he acts accordingly .?Kansas Ctty Journal* t s Humor and Philosophy By DUNCAN M. SMITH . Copyright, 1304, by Duncan M. Smith. PERT PARAGRAPHS. Truth is mighty, but a lie <s smoother. People without money are people to whom Bin appertains; rich people hare ' * . only little peccncllllos and IdlnfTynnrai " "*nx files. -N >* "* X # Some people talk a good deal to keep their hearers from thinking. your neighbors _ \ do not bare. Guidebooks \V I nre sadly lackPtH 1 /I 'nK *n ***at f \ I J do not point out I T ^*11 n short cut to (Uj Easy street. A mule may not be able to read and write, but he can make bis mafic. A,'"brnvb -man " W one whose bluff hasn't been called. Marriage is n great eye opener, and It also lins n tendency to open pocketbooks. It will be observed that the simple 41 life only appeals to those on whom financial stress does not force it. The difference between gambling and speculating lies largely In the different shirt patterns affected by different men. > Ticking up a warm horseshoe is mild amusement as compared with careless- ~ ly taking hold of a live wire. It would add much to the sum total of man's happiness if fishing could b? done in the winter in some warm basement with snwdust on the floor. The Aftermath. 'Twos the week after Christmas, And scattered about Were battered tin soldiers. An army In rout; . Three wheeled locomotives, ^ A ship short ono deck. All looking as though They had been through a wreck. A dolly was armlesa; It's face was a sight. The new flro wagon Was ladderless quite; The ark was lopsided. In grief was Its crew; Tou never had guessed j.ney so mieiy were new. The new drum was noiseless. Its head was caved In; The tin horn was footless. The top wouldn't spin, The dishes were broken. The picture books torn. The painted drum major Was sad and forlorn. 'Tw&s the week after Christmas. Things lay everywhere That Santa had picked 'f. With such trouble and cars. The old fellow looked. But he Just couldn't smile He said to himself; ' "Is It really worth wbMsT" Ran Out of Material, "He is very proud of the fact that he is a self mado man." "If he Is so smart as all that It la strange he did not make some more hair for the top of his head." Easy. "What's the difference between a strict schoolteacher and an Indulgent parent?" "Don't know." . "Usually a bad boy." A Leap Year Proposal, There was a young girl of Montana Who' gave a young man a Havana. When he'd smoked It awhile V" Bhe remarked, with a smile, "Do you think you would like to have A AltliU * jf\ Good Eye* "What & bean2^5? tlful complexion <&r jj^ Mlaa Dashaway ft=a>p \ I I ft\ "Yea; her new //7 \ I III \ ??ald is quite an II Sc^sl L?. { \1 \ artist." More Terrible Puniihiycnt. "In a fit of rage he threw a- plate at his wife." "D14 she sue him for divorce!" "No; she made him buy her a sealskin sack." -v-Wj Be (W?i. 1 Don't steal a loaf; you'll set In jail; You know .that In advance. M Don't steal a million dollars, for You'll never set the chance. His Inspiration. "lie discovered three comets la OM night." "Great advertisement for the brand he had been drinking." Forced on Them. "Do you think people read poetry 1*' Certainly; many of them know the I street car ads. by heart*r , ^ V ? r ?u - - 7