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INA LEGAT
I stopped in a dark street, the name
o which I did not know, as in the
distance I heard a dock strike. It
was a single stroke coming from a
church nearby. Consulting my watch,
I found that it was half -past two. I
hesitated, for the night was unpleas-
ant; it was rather cold, and a powdery
rainfell steadily, making the pave-
ments shine under the street lamps.
On such • a night as this, I reeeted, I
was hardly likely to encounter one of
chose wanderers from whom adven-
ture could be drawn. Those who had
money would have found some asylum,
while the poor slunk in arches where
I would not find them. Somewhat re-
luctant to lose the value of my long
vigil, I turned toward the north,
where lay my home. The silence was
almost absolute; sometimes, in the dis-
tance, an automobile passed. At times
a faint_rumble was thrown up by a
train from the station nearby. But
not a human being was about. Only
for a while did a neglected cat, her
fur sodden, follow me, whining pit-
eously for company.
My route took me through comfort-
able streets, where the houses exhibit -
EES SHOES
curtain; here and there, large boxes
of pink geraniums and marguerites
suggested comfort within.
As I went up the square, I thought
that for a moment I discerned a figure
on the steps of a house;; then I lost
sight of it, and it was only as I drew
close that I observed it again. The
light from the street lamp touched a
white apron. It was a maid, standing
on the steps, and looking away toward
the northern end of the square. There
she stood, and my old habit of interest
led me to stop close up against a gas
lamp, combining my body with its
outline, so that I might not be observ-
ed. I could see her more clearly now.
She was that most symbolic figure in
an English household: a respectable,
elderly parlormaid. At least, the light
touched her hair and showed it gray,
while her weal -starched apron stood
out in stiff folds. What was she doing?
The idea of so respectable a servant
standing in -the drizzle upon the steps
of a house at this hour was prepos-
terous. Evidently She was waiting
for somebody. Love? Surely her
years and her appearance made that
unlikely. So I thought, though I well
knew that old age, strange eircum-
inls yes; ixr thelde't:entre sethe
town, yes; but not in, the midst of
reapeetability. 3 eeidee I w:cis not
wearing evening clothes, and no doubt,
after two. Moults in the wet, I did not
took like a good prosPect for robbers,.
The front door was open.. The Week -
nese of the stall drew nye irresistiby..
I must .know what there was behind.
So, playing my part, I said: "All
right. Don't get excited. But then
you always were excitable, weren't
you?" I went up the steps and follow --
ed the maid into the hall.
II
The front door closed behind nie
mysteriously.. .Almost at once, the
maid touched a switch which filled
with radiance a Targe and wealthy
apartment.• The well -drilled servant
took my xnaclzintosh from shy shoul-
ders, and as I, with intentional slow-
news, withdrew • myself from its folds,
I wee able to observe with ,surprise
the luxury of my surroundings. ` The
walls were .covered with tapestry
panels let lute white and gold frames.
The hall wasbare, containing only
a table and two chairs, but these
three were almost priceless Chinese
Chippendale pieces, museum pieces,
the backs cut ant in fantastic scroll= i
Ings, ribbons and wheels. And my
feet perceived the contact of a Per-
sian rug of incredibly fuze make and
age, Those four assti.eles represeutted
a small fortunes',
"Will you wait a moment, Me,
Charlie?" said the 'raid. She tapped
seV
AN ELDERLY MAN IN EVENING CLOTHES CAME TOWARDS ME.
ed charming curtains, and where
shrubs protected modest respectability
from the intrusion of my eyes. There,
was nothing for those eyes to see,
however, so wearily I turned into
Viking - Square, reflecting that with
luck I might discover a taxi at the
other end. Viking Square is a. large
and comfortable district of its own,
eentred round a neglected garden,
where grow a few trees. In the mid-
dle is a tennis lawn, used by the
younger members of the Viking
Square community. To -night the as-
phalt of the court shone wet, and mis-
erably about fell the drips from the-
tall
hetall frontages of the houses. All these
were a .like, five storeys, and varying in
color between the jet blackness of age
and new white paint. The square had
an air of wealth, for at no window
'hung the disgrace of a Nottingham
After Ever Meal
It doesn't take much
to keep you, in. trim.
Nature only asks a
little help.
Wrigley's, after every
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t�lt f to
breath, appetite and
digestion.
.
A r for Every er Taste
ISSUE No, 2
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at the door of the dinrng-room, went
in. The apartment was sit up. .At `!'TIE TWO -POE FROCK IS MORE,
once an elderly man in evening -clothed Ie R' ANT THAN EVER.
came toward me: "Oh, Charlie,' her CTnee e . Paris introdueed
cried, "Thank heavens you've come re tee -re -se xreck s Few seasons ago,
at last I , the t•ogue for it les own nerds now
reply I did not re for a moment. I t ._.
tt has z�vi ed' $o lre very pinnac'.t3
saw that the maid was going upstairs. as �n repe de esker in
I watched my man.
of carefully, t a y desk tyfn . n.n.rtiy calors ;makes
"I suppose you got my wire?" he this smiirac: model, which has
went on vaguely. He looked nervous..
to survey him. Re was tall, thin, a b .rpt ..rd. rn over the head
"Oh,. yes," I said. I had had timet aril a a1"•ar thee mac be worn button-
.
perhaps sixty. Good breeding appear-
ed in all his features, and in his hands,
jacket.
also in the negligent "fit of his dinner
"Well then," he said, "we'd better
go upstairs. Your aunt's awfully ill.
I'm afraid she won't last till morning,
and she wants to see you awfully
badly." ,
Fox a moment I was tempted to go
on with, this mad comedy, but I pre-
fer, when I can, to be accomplice ra-
ther than 'dupe. So I said: "]look here,
sir, you know' I'm not Charlie."
"Not Charlie!i4•he cried. "What do
you inean?" But -I caught in his eyes.
uncertainty, on his lips the depreca-
tion which I had perceived in the
maid.
"Don't be absurd," I said, but in
an amiable tone. "I know quite well
that I'm -not. Charlie, and se do you,
and you know I know. But I don't
mind . going further with this if
you like."
His eyes seemed to measure me:
"I don't see how I ean," he replied.
(To be continued.)
Indianapolis • 'Market.
stances, and peril, never stand in the
way of passions. Stil she was watch-
ing. I wondered for a moment whe-
ther she was the accomplice of thieves,.
and` had grown impatient; but then
Behind. heaped fruits in a jumbled row,
Stand Josephine, Angeline, Antonio,
Marie, Raphael, Mimi sinal], •
And tiny bambind-=a luscious stall—
Laughing, gay, Neapolitan. •
Children of Tony, the market man. ..
Their skins` are touched with the same
warm gold
That gilded the oranges; their curls.
hold •
The purple sateen of grapes that grow
In Italy's vineyards; their lips glow
Vivid as ripe proregranatee do;
And the veins on their temples are.
lapis blue
As the sky at Naples''is in spring ---
The Ioo}t of them's a singing thing—
she would not commit the folly of. Their speech is music bush. a breeze We love the soft and springing sod;
ed high, or ;turn leek as illustrated.
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there are Miers et the shoulders in
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Old Friends.
We love them very dearly, the old
familiar places,
The road where eyery turn weknow,
the trees that o'er it bend
The meadow grasses waving, and the
little flower faces, •
And the lifted hills benignanteach
one a steadfast friend,
standing in the full light,
I have learned this much in noc-
turnal adventure,that ten seconds of
conversation is better than an hour
of observation. So I carefully releas-
ed myself from the lamp and, tread-
ing loudly to draw her attention, went
up the square. As soon as she heard
my footstep~;, the maid turned toward
me. Her attitude, sfooping a little
forward, was tense. No doubt she
was short-sighted, and, took me for the
person for whom she was waiting. As
I came closer, she teemed to hesitate,
took a step toward the house, "then
;same back. I was quite close now; I
markedher pleasant, thin old face,
and the extreme neatness of . her cloth-
ing. I was determined `to know what
she was doing -here, and prepared to
stop, intending to ask her my way.
But as I stopped, and before, I could
speak, she jumped down the steps,
and came to me, an air of piteous
appeal in her eyes; her hands rising,
she cried; "Oh, Mr. Charlie, you've
come at last."
Automatically I replied: "Sorry
I've been delayed." But as I spoke I.
knew that she was not mistaking me
for another person. ' I could see the
lie in her eyes, the deprecating smile
upon her rips. She knew that I was
not Charlie; her intention to entangle '
me manifested itself at once in 'hur-
ried speech, "Oh, Mr. Charlie, she's
so very bad, and she's been asking for
you all night. Please come up now.
You won't have to stay very long. Oh,
Mr. Charlie, it's so awful to see her
so in. She's been such a goodmistress
to me ail these years."
While she spoke, I analyzed the
Situation. Evidently I was to be ask-
ed Tato the house, Evidently I was
to be made to believe that I was the
missing Charlie, Something strange
and sensational must hide behind this
for people domat lay traps forcastitalt
strangers in, Viking :Square,: In the
Stirs distant; dark -leaved olive trees,
And boatmen's songs drift off the Bay,
Lilting, iovely, far away.
Warmth and laughter, melody,
Color, romance—Ibaly! -
Their names are a poem ----Josephine,
Maria, Raphael, Angeline.
-Ethel Arnold Tilden, in "Quest and
Acceptance."
A Life Saver.
Thurston—"Did your wife know
you'd been drinking when you grit
home from our party?"
Wetmore-•-"Sbe never - guessed It;
oft as our footsteps press it;-
The little wayside briers that r'eacli
their clinging fingers out;
The lowly nest, half hidden In the
dusky hedge—Gad bless it-
And all the common things that gird
the common day about.
There's one wide branching maple that
was tall when we were tending
The baby lambs beneath it in the
years of long ago.
There's one great shadowy oak that
--stood, its frig Illy she]ter:lending
• To cur parents ,when they courted
its tending shadows below.
The trees, the hills., the pastures, the
lanes we oft have trodden,
Of us they are apart our blood has
caught a thrill from then.
We may walk today in purple, where
once we'walked in bodden, •
But the selfsame soul is in us,we
are theirs in root: and steal.
She met me at the door with a kiss
and the surpetee took my breath We love thele: very dearly, the old
familiar places;
Friend:
"I see you've been buying
some new Table Linen".
Hostess: "No; my dear, I've been
using Sunlight Soap"
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Larkspur.
But yesterday -I looked upon the lot;
This clump of green -gray stalks stood
empty.
Spanning the intervening hours
Some chalice filed with heaven's blue
Pours oust,
Loi the stalks are sprayed `a
Wlth flower -cups
Of every shade of blue:
The 'blue 'my mother's eyes wear
When elle, looks' at you;
Flax --sun hazed;
The gorgeous turquoise of a
fly;
Hills, far distant.
dragon -
Ali! you and I well know
Me hue of every
Steepled .larkspur's .eye.-
.
eye..—Gert-t.ude S. Mc0almont.
Invitations.
Archie—"See how I ain run after
all these invitations"'
Friend ---"Good gracious! All invi-
tations? "Invitations to what?"
Archie—"To call • 'and settle ac-
counts." '
away."
Minard's ainileentt for burns.
Stern Nleseures...
A certain widow is tine mother of a
decidedly unruly lad. One day a
friend ;expressed the opinion that, the
mother was not sufficiently firm with
the youth.
"Oh," said the mother, "sometimes
I fear I have been too harsh with him,.
I have often talked very sterxnly to.
hirn:'
"Indeed. ` And what have you said?"
"Why, I have said; "Clarence! Clar-
enoe!' and other severe tillage,"
intet'eeted In Stork.
Nurse -"Willie, dear, don't you want
to come to see the sweet, little sister
a stork brought you?"
Willie ---"leo, I don't. 1 want to see
the stoilt."
In beaven I think the road will wear
a look like' ours at home,
The fields of living green reca e
pleasant beckoeing;faces
Of the meadow -lands that hold us
fast, how far soe'er we roam.
--.Margaret Fa Sangster.
Paper posters on bi•L'boards acre
waterproofed by a varnishing process,
US.
The. T,ronte Ho;pltal for inoarablee, to
einliatlon with eollevtie and Allied Hdspttaie,
Wow York gife, ,fl' , a three years' 0onrae
Of Tralnfng to young women, having the
ratWeed education, And desirous ex beeornitig.
nurtos, 'rife Hespitel has adopttd the..otoht.
hour system. The puede receive online:he oT
tho School, a monthly allowance and traveling
o>ipeniet fe and from' New York. For forthet
inform:(lon writ, :ha 5uperintendont•
GLIMPSE.;?
There is much to be seid :for a
glimpse. . rt wouILI seem thz„,t it is of-
ten far more enjoyable hhau a prolong-
ed look. It is much more elastic. It
does not begin with a prelude full et
promise and then lose.its•elf in merq
commonplaoee.- a gives, one a good ,
send-off and 1 anielles, leaving the field
to the imagination;
There is an entice novel to be made,
for instance, out of the fleeting glartoi
into one of the hundreds of taxicab*.
that pass through „the narrow exits
from Charing Crass Station into the
Strand, As a general rule these tad
have to be patient and await their 'op-
portunity before taking th"e"ir place. ii►
the medley of passing vehicles, and it
is then, if you tthanbe to be held up,
too, that you get a glimpse of the new
arrival within.
Yanks Got Off Easy.
During the World War only 1,849
American soldiers were affeoted by
chlorins gas and only 7 died.
Usually there is luggage heaped ups
by th'e side of the driver's seat big,
heavy pieces, of goods that have_.coi
lected names and other emblems from
their different ports of call abroad •
some with- -labels, "Not Wanted .
Voyage," or "Cabin,,, patted on them
sides to add to their eloquence Thejt
are not in the least the kind ofsgenteel'
suit cases that carry one away for a
week -end. It is this luggage,. alio 4oub
which first •catches at the imagination:
Someone lies arrived from abroadee
has lust arrived; -and there, 'within, 111
the Someone sure enough, looking out
eagerly at the new world of activity
so welcomeafter the train, and th
boat, and other countries perhaps. a '
great way off.
Old, Accustomed Things,
• You look around to see what'the
Someone ie seeing, but that is: impose
Bible. Your eyes only behold - the
things you know by heart: the woman
in the black -feathered bat who stand*
under the archway : and sells violets;
the old• Golden Cross. Hotel over the
way; the man in the red coat who
kneels' on a little piece of carpet and
polishes other people's boots-, These
things orb part of your existence and
are seen as such; they cannot possibly
take on the thrill of newness that sur -
rounds them in the eyes .of the arrival.
And then, if you have the time to.
spare, you begin a story ail for yours ,
self, with the.Someon'e as the central
' figure. It Will, in. all-- probability, be
A f f ew drops of ammonia added. to only a short story,., far the world .ilk
crowding about and pushing ap against -
the water whe7r washing flannel and
you and your thoughts,
and then,
woollen garments will enake there soft .
and help to keep then e. good color. across Trafalgar Square and round the
corner into the Haymarket—and the
whole thing is instantly forgotten in
afar more thrilling glimpse.
New Experiences.
Here, drawn up against the ciirb,is
a big, black car; a most businesslike,_.
and almost terrifying -looking piece of
piachinery with energetic men d
energetic things with more luggage.
From the movements of an concerned
it would seem that something big ie
afoot, and that there is not much time
to spare. The curtain has risen on a
scene full of possibilities. A grim de-
termination pervades the cltarneters
in your quickly forming play. - On the
side of the black car, in white letters,-'"
is written "Aerial Transport."
There are no passeugers,so far as
you can see, but their absence only
addstothe thrill of the thing. Some-
where, .getting ready, just about to'
start, the owners of that luggage are
contemplating their flight through the
skies. You look up, Bine, and silver
.clouds, and blue again --•a great, great
distance. • eis,
Just glimpses, But sometimes one,
remains. It'is`a seed lodging in a place
where it can grow. And then, one day,
a big thing,00mes to light and is given
to the world.
Would It were possible to unwind..
theplots of the gr'earwriters,'little by
little, carefully, so as not to break the
thread,, back to the very faint begin-
nings, just to discover'* the glimpse at
the far-off end that began it ail!
_Singers Are Born.
Singers are made, not born, Wheel
one hears a •successgul singer spoken
of as a born singer, it means simply,
that the singer shows a natural en-
thusiasm
nthusiasm in the delivery of songs, .ani�
•avideat love of singing, facility in exp^ . -
pression, and in general what the -
I•talians call "Volonta."
The voice,_. may be big, resonant,
sympathetic and mellow ` by nature;
but the poseession of alltlise attat-.-
butes• does not mean "a barn. singer:"
It simply_ means "one born with special
talent and aptitiude for singing."
All
All real singersare made singers.
Which is to spay, that if their Seale ie
even, their modulation l ndeir control,
their sltaiies-of torte' mem appropriate
to th,e expression of `the est of the
toritgi noC,urate, connsolncing,; Since,te ex
pression, it is reason.a•bly sure that the
.siizger bas' best made or carefully
trained, and that there has been thu.eh
time spent in the making.
There are m reality, two cles,se' o
made sitigers; those wbe have bee
made from good netterial;, stud (hos
who have been made front poor or itt
diffetient .ntatorial, either mental,
pltyslcal, or bokb
Nethino for. Nothing.
arton•--aWhat makes . your next,door neighbor 5o tttiltopular?"
Benews •" 1Te's fired his lawn
mower so you ]'ave to drop a'nickel in
the slot to nt eke it go."
i preseestuds on garments ere fast
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