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IN A LEGATEE'S SHOES
' I stopped in a dark street, the name
of which I did not know, as in the
distance I heard a clock 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
rain fell steadily, making the pave-
ments shine under the street lamps.
On such a night as this, I reflected* I
was hardly likely to encounter one of
those wanderers from whom adven-
ture
dventure 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 i;y'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 -
'slums, yes; in the gilded centre of the
towns yes; but not in the midst M
reapectabihty. Besides, I wasnot'
weaMng e'veniag cl`othes, and no doubt;
after two Hour's:•lh the' wet, I did not
look like a ggod prospt for robbers
The front door was open. The black .
Hess Of the hall drew me irresistibly.
I must know what there was behind.
So, playing my part, .I said: "All
right. Don't get excited. But then
you always- were - eiscitable, :weren't
you?" I went up the steps-and.foilow-.!
ed the .maid into the hall.
curtain; here and there, largeboxes
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 sea 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 well -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 circum -
AN ELDERLY MAN IN EVENING CLOTHES CAME TOWARDS ME.
ed charming curtains; and where 1
shrubs protected modest rrespectability
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,
centred 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 frontages of the houses. All these
were alike, five storeys, and varying in
j r betty g,en the Jet blackness of age
End new white pant. The square had
¢,n air of wealth, for at no window
ung the disgrace of a Nottingham
After Every Meal
It doesn't take much
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Nature only asks a
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The front door closed behind?, me
rnysterious.y. Almost al Once, the
maid ,touched:, e : switch >iwhfch''filled
with eadu'ance a -large' and -wealthy•
apartment. The well -drilled servant
took my mackintosh from, my slioul.'
ders, add' as I, with intentiolial slow-
ness, withdrew myself' from its' folds,
I was able to ,observe .with. surprise
the luxury of my surroundings. The.
walls were covered' with tapestry
panels let into white and gold frames.
The hall was bate; ,containtng`rbnly
a tablets and-etwo"'ehgirl!, Mit these
three were almost priceless Chinese
Chippendale pieces, museum pieces,
the backs cut out in fantastic scroll-
dngs, ribbons .and wheels. And my
feet perceived the contact of a Per-
sian rug of incredibly fine make and
age. Those four 'articles represented
a small fortune.
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"Will you wait amoment,: Mr.
Charlie?" said the maid. She tapped
at the door of the dining -room, went
in. The. apartment was lit up. At
once an elderly ,man in evening'elothes
came toward me: "Oh, Charlie," he
cried. "Thank heavens you've come
at last!"'
I did not reply for a moment. I
saw that the maid was going upstairs.
I watched my man carefully.
"I suppose you got my wire?" he
went on vaguely. He looked nervous.
"Oh, yes," I said. ' I had had time
to survey him. He was tall, thin,.
perhaps sixty. Good -breeding appear-
ed in all his features, and in his hands,
also in the negligent fit of his dinner
jacket.
"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." -
P'or 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!" he cried. "What do
you mean?" 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 so . do you,
and you know I know. But I don't
mini! . . going further with this if
you like."
His eyes seemed to measure me:
"I don't see how I can," he replied.
(To be continued.)
stances, and peril, never stand in the
way of passions. Still she was watch-
ing'.
atching. I wondered for a moment whe-
ther she was the accomplice of thieves,
and had grown impatient; but then
she would not commit the folly of
standing in the full light.
I have learned this muchin noc-
turnal advedture, 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 footsteps, the maid turned toward
me. Her attitude, stooping a little
forward, was tense. No doubt she
was short-sighted, and took me for the
pers.* for whom she was waiting. As
I cat-ile closer,,she seemed to hesitate,
took a step toward the house, then
came back. I was quite close now; I
marked her 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
coin 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 lips. 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 ill. She's been,such a good mistress
to me all those years."
While she spoke, I analyzed the
situation. Evidently I wag to be ask-
ed into the house. Evidently I was
to be made to believe that I was the
ranste%missing Charlie. Something strange
io al must hide•behind this,
and s'ensatt,•n
J CG 3
for pcople do not lay traps for casual
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Indianapolis Market.
Behind heaped fruits in a jumbled row,
Stand Josephine, Angeline, Antonio,
Marie, Raphael, Mimi small,
And tiny bambino—a luscious stall--
Laughing,
tall—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 sheen of grapes that grow
In Italy's vineyards; their lips glow
Vivid as ripe prontegranates do
And tl_ie veins on their temples are
lapis blue
As the sky at Naples is in spring—
The look, of them's a singing thing—
Their speech Is music—'hush, a breeze
Stirs distant, dark -leaved olive trees,
And boatmen's songs drift off the liay,
Lilting, lovely, faraway.
Warmth and laughter, melody,
Color, romance—Italy!
Their names are apoem--Josephine,
Maria, Raphael, Angeline.
—Ethel Arnold Tilden, in "Quest and
Acceptance."
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Thurston—"Did your wife- know
you'd been drinking when you got
home from our party?"
Wetmore—"She never guessed it,
She met Hie at the door with a kiss
and the surprise took' my breath
away."
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Old Friends.
We love them very, dearly, the old,
familier •places,
The road where every turn we know,
the trees that o'er it bend
The meadow grasses waving, and the
little flower faces,
And the lifted hills benignant each
one a steadfast friend.
We love the soft and springing sod,
- aft as our footsteps press it;
The little wayside briers that reach
their clinging iingera out;
The lowly nest, 'half hidden in the
dusky hedge -God 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 frindly shelter lending
To our parents when they courted'
its tending shadows' below.
The trees, the miles the pastimes, the
lanes we oft have trodden,,'
Of ua they are a part our blood has
caught a thrill from them.
We may weak todayein purple, where
once we walked in hodden,
But the :selfsame soul is in ,as, we
are theirs in root and stem.
We love then very dearly,the old.
familiar places;
In heaven I think the road will wear
a look like ours at home;
The fields of living green recall the
pleasant beckoning'fabee
Of the meadowlands that hold US
fast, how far soe'er we rosin.
--Alargeret E, Sangster.
Paper posters on. billboards aro
waterproofed by a varnishing process.
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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• dry soap, is backed bya $5,000
guarantee. Sunlight will do your
washing quickly, more thoroughly
and- will keep your clothes looking
like new.
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Made by
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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 filled with heaven's blue
Pours out,—
Lo! the stalks are sprayed -
With flower -cups -
Of.every shade -of blue'.:
The blue my mother's eyes wear
When she looks at you;
-Flax—sun hazed;
The gorgeous turquoise
$y;-.
Hills, far distant.
of, a dragon -
Ah! you -and I well know
The hue of every
Steepled larkspur's eye,
—Gertrude S. McCalmont.
Invitations.
Archie—"See how .I ant run after;
all these invitations" -
Friend—"Good gracious! All invi-
tations? Invitations to•what?"
Archie -"To call and settle ac.
counts."
"Ob;" said the mother, sometimes
1 fear I have been too harsh with him.
I have often talked very ,sternly to
him."
"Indeed! And what .have 'you said?"
"Why, I have said, 'C1mm:eel Clar-
enee!' and other severe things."
Interested in Stork.
Nurse—''44i11!e, dear, don't Sou want
to come to see the sweet, little sister
a stork brought you?"
Willie --"No, I don't, I want to see
ISSUE No. 24—'26. etrangers.in Viking Square. Jn the the stork."
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GLIMPSES
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There is much to be said for a
glimpse. It would seem that_ It is; ,of-
ten far' more enjoyable than it prolong.
ed look. It is much more"elastic. t
(lees net begin with a -prelude full of
Promise and their dost itself in mere
commonplaces. It. gives : one a gooji
Send-off and vanishes, leaving the fled
to thc.„imagination.
There le an entire novel' to be made,
for inaiance;-out'of the fleeting glance
into One of. the hundreds of taxicabe
that pass through the narrow exits
from .Charing Cross Station `into .the
Strand: At a general rule these taxis
have to be patient and await their `op-
portunity before taking their place' in
the medley of passing vehicles, and It
is Then, if you chance ,to be held, up
too, that yea get a glimpse of the new
arrival within.
Usually there Is luggage heaped Rp
by the side of'the d`river's_ eeet big,
heavy pieces of goods. that have col-
lected names and other emblems from
their `different . ports of. Ball abroad,
some with labels, "Not Wanted 'oa
Voyage," or "cabin," pasted on theft
sides to add to their eloduenoe., They
are not in the least the kind al genteel
suit cases that carry one away for a
week -end. It Is this luggage, no doubit, '•
Which first catches at the imagination,
Someone has arrived from ,abroa 1
has just arrived; and there, within, lg
the Someone sure enough, 'looking out .1
eagerly at the new world of activity
so welcome after the train, and the
boat, and other, countries perhaps a. i -
great way off.
Did, Accustomed Things..
Yanks Got Off Easy..
During the World War only 1,849
American eoldters ware affected by
chlorine gas -and only 7 were,
A few drops of ammonia added to
the water when washing flannel! and
woollen garments will make them soft
andhelp to keep them •a good • color,
ire
or
rigs
You look around to see what
Someone is seeing, but that is im
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sible. Your eyes only oched Jsb
things you know by heart; the woman
in the black -feathered hitt who standi ,
under the archway and sells violets;
the old Golden Croce Hotel over the .i
way; the man in the red coat'whi)
kneels on a little piece of carpet an7l.
polishes other people's boots. These,.
things are part of.your existence and
are eeen 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 all for your ,
self, with the Someone as the central
figure. It will, in all probability, be
only a- short story, for the world is
crowding about and pushing up against
you and. your thoughts and then,
across Trafalgar Squarend round the
corner: into the Haymarket -and the
whole thing is instantly` forgotten in
a far more thrilling glimpse. -
New Experiences.
Here, drawn up against the curb, is
a big, Meek car; -"a most businesslike,.
and almost terrifying -looking piece of
machinery with energetic men doing
energetic things with more luggage.'
From the movements of all concerned
it would, seem that something big is -
afoot, and that there is not touch time
to spare. The curtain has Yisen oh a
scene full -of 'possibilities. A grins de-
termination pervades the characters
in yourojuickly forming play. On the
side of the black car, in white letters,
is written Aerial Transport."
There are no passengers, so far as
you can see, but their absence only
adds to the thrill of the thing, Some-
where, getting ready, just about to
start, the owners of that luggage are
contetnplating their flight through the
skies. You look up. Blue, and silver
clouds, and blue again a great, great
distance.
Just glimpses.' But sometimes one
remains. It ie a seed lodging in 9 place,
where it can grow, And then, one day,
a big thing conies to light and 15 given
to 'the vborld. •
'Malar It were possible to unwind
,thcplote of the great writers, little by •
littie,,carefully,'so ars not to break the
thread, back to thevery faint begin-
iiings; filet to discover the glimpse•at
the far-off end that began it all!
Singers Are Born.
Singers are made, not born. When
one hears' a successful singerspoken
of as a born singer, it means simply:
that 'the singer shows a natural en-
thusiasm in the delivery of songs, an
evident love of singing, facility In ex-
pression; and in general what the
Italiatts call "Volonta."
The voice may be big, . resonant,
sympathetic and mellow by nature;
but the possession of all these attri-
butes does, not mean "a born singer."
Itsjnply means "one born with special
talent and- aptitude' for singing."
All real 'singers are . made singers.
Which Is to say, that if their scale is.
even, their modulation.itndeT control,
their shades of tone color- appropriate
to the expression of the test of the
song, accurate, convincing, sincere ex-
pression, it is reasonably 'sure that the
singer has been made or carefully
trained, and that there has been much
time spent in the making,
' There are in reality two classes of
made singers; these whoa have lloen
made from good material, and those
who Have been made from poor or in-
different aterial, either trental,
Phys -real, oim• troth. 7f'
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