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BY MELLA RUSSELL McCALLi3M.
PART II.
The next morning Aimee was beau-
tifully penitent. She tricked tired,
however. He wondered if she ever
got a real healthy outing.
"Ever go picknicking, Aimee?" he
asked her.
"I went on an automobile picnic one
Sunday in August."
"H -m! With thermos bottles, and a
past -midnight ride down Broadway,
eh?"
"Why, how did you know?" -
Neilsen smiled.
"Will you go on a fresh -air picnic
with me next Sunday? Oh, I forgot
—you have a Saturday evening en-
gagement."
r: 'm not going to keep that date,
Mr. Neilsen. I called that felkow up.
I got to thinking, you were so decent
not to bawl me out—and what if I
didn't get around here all right Mon-
day? But I didn't know you ever went
out with a model."
"I don't. It'll be like going out
with your father."
Afterward he had his qualms. How
could he keep her from attaching
sentimental interest to the excursion?
And if she didn't, her mates would.
She would tell them. She might even.
boast. Many artists met their models
socially, he knew.
Well, the thing was done. He was
going picknicking with a seventeen-
year -old girl. How Adam Beith would
laugh!
He packed a lunch with sandwiches,
none too dainty, but nourishing, and
brewed a quart of coffee, adding
plenty of cream and sugar to the
thermos bottle. He was to meet Aimee
at the ferry.
She looked the youngest thing on
earth. He wished she hadn't worn' a
silk dress. Her small black velvet
hat made her look still younger by its up the river, with a dance hold and a
sophistication. She had on French- billiard room and a wine cellar. The
heeled slippers. fellow's mother is in England, and the
They scrambled about the woods servants are away on their vacation."
for a time: but the French heels were "You're too young for such parties."
"Well, I've got to do something,
haven't I? You can't say I haven't
been steady lately."
"You've been an angel,"
"Yes—a jack-inthe-box angel,
ready to bust out!"
The day came soon when Neilsen
declared'that he could: do no more to
the picture. He wasn't satisfied, but
he could do no more. The sea was
well enough—he could see that; but
the girl—was her confidence slightly
superficial,, where he had intended it
supreme? It must be the challenge
of ignorance—for what else would
challenge the sea? but it must be ab-
solute, and he hadn't made it so. There
was a hint of Aimee's own cynicism in
his girl.
He wheeled the easel to the far end
of the room and pushed everything
else to one side. Aimee, still in the
blue drapery, clasped her hands.
"It sort of makes me think of
church, Mr. Neilsen, up there in the
end of the . room. I could get down
and worship it, honestly!"
"t'i'es.' ' "I think I have prayed for it right
"It's a great town. Id hate to have along," said the artist, smiling. "1
to leave it. I've had some good times have prayed to it to be good work"
there, all right! I tell you, I was "Is it art, Mr. Neilsen?"
homesick forst when I was out on the "I hope so, but it isn't all I wanted
to road; but I guess it wouldn't miss me an" it Aimee looked puzzled.. She gazed
at it several seconds longer.
"Oh, yes, it would!. It's the art "And now you're finished with me!"
"Yes—finished."
She ran out to change her costume.
"I want to thank you a thousand
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Information inlay to the euportnashdent
anyway, don't forget that you have a them, He had evidently .recognized
mission now, and a fine one, Shall Nielsen's height across the crowd. He
we eat the rest of our lunch?" pressed the painter's other arm.
Your etchings,
"Say, 1 want to get your sermon
began Neil
straight. Am I doing a—a service $enThey're nothing to the bonny plc
for you or for `Challenge'?"tore, man!"
"For art." The Scotsman choked over ' the
"For `Challenge,'``you mean." words.
And, because lite saw that she liked Clearly the building was doomed.
the concrete, he let it go at that, The walls might hold, but the interior
On the whole, Neilsen was rather was gone. Smoke beganto curl out.
Neil -
pleased with the excursion. The girl
ofthe
sestudiio was olnsthe snapped.
ied aoor,
had breathed pure air perforce, and The worst elf the fire was still above
perhaps she had found a mental peg that.
to tie to; but her utter lack of intel- "God! Look!"
lectual compensations made him un- The crowd, sent up a cry of horror,
easy, How long could she remain as a studio window, not yet broken,
steady? swung open, and a figure emerged.
i e had better get at his final can- Aimee! Barefooted—in the blue shift
She stood on the sill, and she had the
vas. He was ready for it now.
picture
It went fast. Ile knew his subject Aimee!" be.i wed Neilsen. "You
so perfectly that he didn't have to little fool!" ..
strain for effect. Hendricks, looking She stood still, on one . foot, head
over his shoulder, whistled. A too flung up. It was the pose! Neilsen
gay sea, with a hint of malice under stared, fascinated, hardly breathing;
its joy. The .girl in blue, laughing, for on her face was the expression he
daring the mocker. The canvas: "ilea -
by had missed getting in the picture
—
daring
three and a half feet by four real !hHe would never forget it!encs
feet. Below the fireinent were spreading
But. Neilsen wasn't quite satisfied, the life net. In the kinship of horror,
He didn't know why. The girl was the throng was silent. A moment
gay and confident. The sea was gay more Aimee held the pose. Then, with
and confident. What more. -did he a gay Iaugh which all could hear, she
want?" jumped. The blue drapery . was on
"It's almost done, isn't it?" Aimee fire.There was a great, collective groan.
asked. The firemen fought back the crowd,
She took great interest in the work. fought back the three artists at the
She had never before posed so long edge of the rope barrier. ' The net
for one thing. strained.
"1 .suppose .it - is,," Neilsen said. Adam Beith it was who: caught up
"Then what, for you?" . - the picture unharmed. Neilsen step-
She shrugged, and flung out her ped over the rope over the protests—
arms in a yearning gesture: and picked up Aimee, With Hen -
"Then, for me--one—good—timet Bricks clearing an avenue he carried
her out beyond the throng.
One of Hortense's friends is going to A dozen coats were whipped off to
give us a house party. They're hold- make a couch for her. Neilsen laid
ing it up, waiting for me to get done her down- tenderly and arranged the
here. It's a swell place, fifty,' miles blue shift about her. She was still
smiling—a ghost of that last gallant
challenge. s-
By this time Hendricks had found a
physician in the crowd; but Neilsen.
didn't need a physician to -tell him
that Aimee was dead. How she came
to be in the burning studio he never
knew, though he guessed that her
love of "Challenge" had drawn her
there for a farewell sight of it; but
she had done her last service to art
when she saved his. picture.
(The End.) •
{ e.
no good for that, and she seemed re-
lieved when they came to the ledge of
rock that he had found the other day.
Neilsen tried to talk, tut they had no-
thing to talk about. They ate their
lunch, reserving half for later, and he
produced a popular magazine he had
bought in the ferry house. She seized
upon that eagerly.
She sat facing the river, her knees
drawn up to her chin, poring over the
pictures of movie actresses. He want-
ed to sketch her in a new light and a
new scene; but he hadn't brought her
out here to pose. He kept his hand
away from his pencil and watched
her.
After a time she flung the maga-
zine down petulantly. She had none
of that tenderness which the lover of
books bestows on the meanest printed
page.
"Oh, but a person gets tired read-
ing!" she yawned. "The , little old
town looks good from here, don't it?"
centre of the country, you know."
"I never trail much with artists,
Mr. Neilsen. They're either—you
know—or else they're like you, and times, Aimee," he said seriously, when
let us alone." she returned. "Use me as a refer -
"I don't mean that. I mean that enee. You've been a good child, He
you're doing such a service for art" forced a jocose tone. Ile was feeling
She turned Go on around and grinned. a bit, blue at the prospect fo. losing
S !" her. When does the wonderful, house
"Think of the pictures that give party begin?" "To -morrow. We're going to motor
pleasure to people. They all had to out. Some time we'll have!"
have models, except the landscapes. "You ought not to go, Aimee. Weld,
An artist couldn't learn to paint with- do be careful."
out a model." They shook hands, laughing a little.
Aimee was silent. Then she tripped away.
"Didn't you ever think of it in that Neilsen hada strange, empty, let -
way? You give something to art that down feeling that afternoon. The plc -
no
g ture was done. Every one said it was
no one else can --your beauty. You good, It was good, only --
think of it as just earning your liv- But no doubt he was foolish to be
ing, and so it is—just as the money dissatisfied. He cleaned his brushes
1 receive for pictures is my living;
but it's more than that."
"I had an artist talk that way once
before to me. He was drunk. I didn't sript he was perusing, preparatory
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take no stock in it; but you—my God, illustrating Hendricks had a
you'll have me throwing bouquets at small car. They drove out through
myself next!" Yonkers, and up the river.
'Throw all you like but remembers The passive exercise was soothing
, • an
it isn't. just for me—it's for ort. ! to Neilsen. He listened with half
You'll be posing for other serious 1 ear to oQndricks' talk the late Octobere was landscapee
work, too—pictures that will be facer and the tonic air. The fiat, let -don
feeling. departed.
They dined'. at an inn, and drove
home in the early evening. When they
were within a few blocks of the.studio
they heard fire engines. Presently
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BRIGHT REMARKS THE CHILDREN MAKE
It waa Teddy's first term at school, "Why one man did all the work, and.
and his mother had been telling the then another man came around ands
rit;h old 'uncle how well the boy was got all the money."
getting along with his studies and how
dearly lie loved hie school. 'Jimmy is three years old and very;..
"Well, my little clan," asid the fond. •of telling his dreams at the
uncle, "i'what do you do in school all breakfast table. -One morning his+
day?" father, thinking to apply an intelligent,
"I wait till it's time to go, home,". test, .said: "But, Jimmy, I don't. be-,
was Teddy's matter of faot reply. lieve yilu know what a dream 4s."
Jimmy's 'answer came quick and""
A school girl who was asked to de- sure. "Yes, I do. It's moving pictures!
fine drawing replied: while you're asleep."
"It is just thinking and then mark-
er to a museum of natural history, ands ,•«
Dick had had his first lesson in as- he was particularly interested in the
tronomy and when he came home from big stuffed animals.
school he began to enlighten his small "Well, Johnny;_ where have you been
sister on the mystery of the stars, this afternoon?" asked his father -when;
"Do you know" he said,.. that the he got home.
' "To a wlindea'ful place,. dad " ex -1
claimed Johnny. "Mother took me to
a dead circus.'.,'
ing round the think with a pencil:' Jo hnny had been
taken by his moth -1
figured material and making the col- A little girl had been to church for
lar and cuffs of it. No. 1229 is in, the first time. On returning home her
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mother asked her what she thought of
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bust) requires 4% yards of 36 -inch,„ I liked it very much,” she replied,
or 2% yards of -'b4-inch; for dress but there was one thing I didn't think
niade all of one material. When the was'fair."
blouse is made of contrasting material What was Ghat, dear?"asked' the
% yard is required, with 3% yards of m r'
86 -inch, or 2% .yards of 64 -inch plain
"What makes that new •baby. at your
home cry so much, Tommy?"
"If you -had all your hair off," -was
Tommys reply; "end your teeth out'
and your legs were so weak you'
couldn't stand on them, I guess you'd
feel like crying, too."
"Here is an apple, Sam," said hies'
mother. "Divide it with your sister
and be generous."
"How shall I be generous, mamma?"
asked.Sam, grasping the apple.
"Why, always give the,, larger part
to the other person, my child."
Sam thought a few minutes in .sil-i.
encs Then he handed his sister the,.
apple.
"Here, Ethel, you heard what moth -1
er said. You divide it, 'stead of me."
Material for the remainder of the performance twenty times upon. the
dress. Price. 20 cents. principal dayef the fair. He has been
Our Fashion Book, illustrating the examined by some of the doctors• here,
newest and most practical styles,.. will weer have warned him that he must
-be of.'interest to every home dress- give up swallowing the boiling oil or,
he will ruin his digestion. He replied
that he knew. that he would have a
short life. He had tried other ex-
pedients to gain a livelihood, but had
failed; he was driven to this by prava
necessitas.'
many of the terrors, but the "prison
taint" remains.. We are still very far
removed from the point of view' of the
natives of West Africa, who consider
a term of imprisonment in one of the
Government prisons the greatest hon-
or that could be conferred on them.
In this part of the world convict la-
bor is almost universally employed for
such tasks as road -making, laying out
public gardens, and building houses.
In' addition, householders who want
any kind of job done are in the habit
of sending to the town prison, which
will supply =a gang of competent con-
victs' in charge of a warden to carry
out the work.
As a result, the West African gets
it into his woolly head that he has
been specially selected to render ser-
vice to the Government, and, when he
is released and returns to his own
home and friends, his prestige among
them is enormous. In fact, one man
who had had his sentence shortened,
because of his -good conduct, took the
resptte as a great insult and inquired
what he had done that he should be
turned out before the proper time.
One reason for this queer notion is
that prisons, with ideal Sanitary ar-
rangements, separate beds for each
inmate, and three means a day, are
palaces of splendor and delight eom-
pared with the average native hut,
with its mud floor and squalid sur-
roundings. .
and decided to go out for the rest
of the day.
He hunted up Hendricks, and drag -
d him away from the book mama
thee mine, Idon't doubt "
"You talk so queer; it scares me—
as if I had a—a duty!"
"I'm not sure but you have; but
after a few years I'd like to see you
Marry some nice fellow and settle they found the crowd so large that
down." they lead to park -the car and 'proceed
Aimee squared her shoulders and on foot.
shook her head hard. Then they saw that it was Neilsen's
"Not for mine! 1 saw alLt he mar- building that was burning.
A choking sodden ra a filled Neil
•
sen 1 His
The injustice of t best
Neil -
tied life I want to before I ��eft samet�
"
ci
"But what will you do?"
"I can take are of Myself!"
"But, child------"
"I should worry about the- futurel
I'll manage."
"You can't g&• at things that way,
Aimee. You've got to have some plan."
"That girl in ''Challenge -has she
work! All his patient, inspired labor.
Hendrick's grasp on his arm tight-
ened.
The firemen had roped off the
crowd. One was running along shout -
in f
'No rause for alar -r=um! Iver) wan
is outi"
"'Tis nothing but a la av impar
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A Real Fire -Eater.
Some of the performances that one.
sees at fairs or circus sideshows -are
so inexplicable that the spectator
usually takes it for granted that they
are not What they appear to be. Knife-
snxallowing and fire-eating are ac-
complishments which it is hard to con-
vince the ordinary observer are any-
thing but sleight.of.hand. Yet we find
in Rev. S. Baring -Gonad's delightful.
Reminiscences a story of his sojourn
in Freiburg, Germany, which shows
that he was convinced that one fakir,
at leatt, did exactly what he pretended
to do.
"Perhaps the most curious exhibi-
tion at the fair was this --a man strip-
ped save for a pail• of drawers and a
sleeveless jersey, who called himself
the Modern,Pluto, and performed with
red -hoot irons, in a -manner in explicable
to me. I was close to him and saw
that there was no deception. He first
got an iron scraper, about the size of
a bee -iron, which was heated red hot
in a charcoal fire that was kept burn-
ing at my feet, and in which several
irons were glowing. With this he
scraped his arm, legs, both his cheeks
and throat. The white ash from the
iron fluttered about, and some fell on
my sleeve. Then he took a rod -hot
poker and licked it with hiss tongue
until the iron cooled. To make sure
that there was no deception, I tried to
touch it, but had to withdraw niy finger
pretty smartly, and an English friend
of mine standing by lit his cigar at
the poker after it had left the tongue
of Pluto,
Strange Occurrence.
"How did the accident happen?"
"Mistook a puncture -proof tire for a
life-preserver—and went .down."
A Mozartian Reason.
Chilblain Time.
In a few weeks the chilblain season
will open. If you are a sufferer; you
know from painful experience what
chilblains feel like, But do you know
what causes them?
Most people are under the impres-
sion that the causes are external--
cold
xternal-cold weather, snow, frost, and so on.
That, however, is wrong. The causes
of chilblains are internal. A chilblain
is merely the outwarv! and visible re-
sult of a wrong internal condition—
stagnant blood, poor circulation,
wrong or poor nutrition. Nutrition, it
must be remembered, does not depend
on the quantity of food eaten, but on
its quality and suitability to winter
conditions.
Those who get plenty of 'exercise,
who clothe themselves warmly, and
eat nutritious "heating" food,) never
get chilblains. The clothing, by the
way, must be loose, for tight boots,
tight gloves) or anything that impedes
the circulation is certain to produce
chilblains, Porridge, fat bacon, drip-
ping, and so on are "heating" foods:
There is no external cure for ail
-
blains, but the following is the ap-
proved medical remedy for broken.
ones: Coptiba (one ounce) and methy-
lated collodion (three ounces] applied
night and morning.
High Flnanee.
Then the man took a thin fiat iron
bar, red hot, and worked at it with his
teeth till he had bitten off a piece
about three-quarters of an inch long,
which he spat down from his mouth.
Next he trod on red-hot plates., but I,
did not think 6o much of this, as he
A young composer vent to : Mozartonly drew his
. feet direr them one aa
aerie day end asked how' he should set without resting his
s .. weight.
11Polhe them. ..l
about Writing a symphony, A 'yin- L y, swallowed. a coupleof
phony!" -.- exclaimed Mozart -- You
are much too young for that." But, spoonfuls of .boiling oil. This; seemed
matter," objected the youngster, "you, to be a greater effort than the rent of
had written many symphonies. before the perfoamante, for his face turned
yaii were nit' age, "Yea," replied the purple, and drops of sweat stood on
great composer, "but I didn't need to
ask how it was done." In other words,
he did it because it was in hiin to de
a plan?" stooclin places that's burni»'," went en it,
lNon'sense That's different." a the cheerful firefighter.
his forehead. I was too `close to the
inan--I could touch h)m with my head
--for any deception to be practiced,
Ali this, moreover, went on for eight
' diff t" ' t days from eleven a.m, till late at night,
he knew it wasn't different, 'Well, Suddenly Adam Beith po,uxced on When 'hoarse use weenie, Liniment. 1 was told that he went through the
Mrs. Newlywed—"And how moth
are these crackers?"
Grocer -"Twenty-seven cents a
pound, 'ma'am."
Mrs. N,;—"Oh, that's. too much:
going to get them at Blood's." (Blood's
is four blocker away',
She leaves, but returns in a few
minutes.
Mrs. N. "Oh, they are twenty-eight
eents a pound:there, and yours are,
only twenty-seven, so I'm going to get
yours'
cloocer—"How much din you want?"
Mrs. N;—"Half a pound!"
Its
better .to be able to look back
to a day well lived than ahead to a
month of promises.
Had to Foot It Up.
Wifie—"John, I went down and paid
my milliner's bill today."
Hubby—"Well, did you foot it up?"
Wifle-"Yes when. the bill was paid
I didn't have even carfare left."
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Minard's Liniment for stiff muscles.
He Was Immune.
Two students were discussing their,
chances in an examination.
"Well," said one, "if I fail I shall sue
the examiners."_n
"How cayou do that?"
"Because the law expressly forbids
anyone "to utilize the ignorance of
others to harm thean in any way."
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