The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, October 5, 1905, Page 7

| “came to him from Kate Colvin, in he knew of Oldsburg and its people, If he had been older he might have been gladder to forget it, for there misfor- tune had overtaken his family, his mother had died, and his vague recol- lection of the place pictured the one long, dismal street down which he rode in a carriage to the cemetery, where the autumn leaves reeked in a cold rain and the clay falling into a grave sound- ¢q like the thump of bis old toy drum.| &. Dan Kent, having a merry heart, didn’t want to cherish any such dreary memories, So he bad grown to man- hood without revisiting the home of his infancy. Not so his father, The old tian managed to stay away from the scene of his disaster till Jospua Colvin died. Then he went to the funeral of lis old friend and partner, and ever after, up to the time of his death, main- tained a habit of periodical visits to the old home town, Dan thought this odd ut first; then he began to suspect that there was some old, long buried ro- mance between his father and the Widow Colvin, “You're right, Dan,” sald the old man, when his son twitted him about the Oldsburg visits. “I'd narry her now if I wasn’t so old and puor, and if you take my advice you'll go after her daughter, Kate.” They were like brothers in their frank and loving relationship in those days, and Dan, who liked to banter his father, was almost glad to “have something” on the old man, But when the elder Kent grew feeble he talked always more and more of the Colvins, If they were a joke with Dan, they were not so with his father, “I wish you'd go up and see them,” Le would say, “I can't any more, and Dan—I wish you'd see Kate—young Kate. Bet you'd fall in love with her in spite of yourself. I wish you would and marry her.” And a few days before he died: “Dan, if anything happens to Kate or her mother, will you do what you can for them? Promise, Dan. You'll write to them, anyhow.” HOW DAN KENT MISSED HIS THANKSGIVING BANQUET. The Kents—father and son—came to‘ Chicago when Dan was a small boy,| Sentimental passages never look right so that the latter seon forgot about all! to a sensible girl who reads them in a but he let a lot of sentiment into it. letter from a man she bas never seen, Besides, Dan wasn't exactly a master of rhetoric at that time, and what he wrote could have been couched in terms of infinitely greater tact and delicacy W any second rate romance writer. Ilis first faux pas, however, was in in- clesing a post-ollice order for $50, “a loan, of course,” he wrote, “which I trust you will accept until Such time, It was awful, of course, but Dan was young and he meant to do a kind office to the orphan girl in Oldsburg. When he mailed the letter it dawned upon him that he had made an ass of him- self. The more he conned over the sentences which he had meant to be the dneét, the surer he was that they were coarse, impertinent, idiotic. She would be offended at his tone, insulted at his offer to loan her money. “I feel that there is a bond of sympathy between us,” ete., had been the best he i f y ean of nie,” lie thotight, th idea held Hifm so that he went hon and wrote an honest, manly letter t the girl, in which he strev® to exofer ate himself. He Knew she would for- give him for returning her photograph, he seid, and for asking her to forget the whole episode, which, he hoped, had given her as much harmless merri- ment ag it had given him. The tone of this letter wus so modest, so sensible 80 self-deprecating, and so completely disillusioning that Dan thought as he dropped it in the mati bos “Dad would have liked that letter. I would never have written the others if he had been with me,” That was Monday. Thursday was Thanksgiving Day, and as -Dan Kent was to be the guest ut a banquet that evening, he resolved to get a bite-in his favorite cafe. The plaice was crowd ed with diners, and be looked in vain for a famillar face. The head waiter found a place for him at a table at which sat a woman alone, She was modestly, but quite fashionably, at- tited, young—perhaps twenty—at ease, with an odd mixture of confidence and shyness. Her black eyes shone with the light of a brave and quick Intelli- gence. Her swart hair drooped about her small éars in smooth glistening could think of as “an approach” to the} tresses, Ler red mouth— mention of a loan, but now it sounded inexpressibly silly. He got her answer by return mail, and when he tore open the envelope the $50 fell on the floor, “Serves me right,” he gasped, but his eyes began to Dan bad get thus far in his sub- conscious cataloguing of the beautiful woman opposite him when she darted one angry glance at bim in which there was an unanswerable reproof for his fascinated stare. It vanished as bulge when he saw>the first lue of} quickly as it came. She drew from her the letter itself; “Dearwdear friend,” it began, “Sad, sad, indeed must that heart bé which cannot be cheered by the sweet deli- cacy and soulful sympathy of a friend like you. O, how my lonesome heart goes out responsive, and yet-——” * “Slush !” That's what Dan said. He could hardly force himself to read it. If hiS letter had been badly framed, hers was the dregs of gush. A wild hope that Kate Colvin hadn't written it seized him, but the narrowest comparison showed it to be her handwriting. There was nothing absolutely immod- reticule a parcel of papers, read a clip- ping, and then wafelded his letter to Kate Colvin with the same photograph of the Oldsburg school téacher that he had mailed on Monday! Tle started, looked again, stood up, and betrayy his curfosity by leaning forward. She glared at-+im, looked frightened for an instaat, and then flushed with anger. “How dare Fou!” was all she said, but the emphasis of her low voice helped him. “1 bog your pardon, madam,” he an- awered, sitting down. “I wrote that letter myself to the girl whose picture est in her hysterical epistle, but it falr-| oy have there, and it stirtled me to ly oozed sentimentality, which Dan see it In your hand. I am the ‘Dan’ was sure he would always despise in a) jp qyat letter, Daniel Kent—” woman. “Glad to get back my fifty, anyhow,” el SHE DARTED ONE ANGRY GLANCE AT HIM, When his father died, Dan grieved like a man, and regained his spirits like the wholesome, clean-hearted youth he was; but he forgot about the Colvins after he had answered the widow’s let- ter of condolence, He remembered them again When he saw tn the Olds- burg Banner the obituary of Mrs. Kate Niebling Colvin. He ought to have gone to Oldsburg to comfort the orphan girl, but he disliked funerals and he couldn’t ver ay jmpression of the old town. So he wrote a letter to Kate, as he had promised his father, sending such words of comfort as a stranger must, but offering to be of any assistance in his power. He scarcely expected & reply, but he got one within a week, It was a stilted, studied letter. She was grateful for kind words from the son of her mother’s kind friend. She would do quite well, she thodght, when she got back to her work as a school teacher, Her work might help her to forget. It was a dismal letter—just like Oldsburg, he thought—and he did not answer it: A month later he got another from her. Would he kindly buy for her Kinyon’s pedogogical chart? It would cost about $1, which she in- closed. “I will be ever so miuch obliged,” she concluded. He found the chart, which cost $3, and sent her a note in which he said he was glad to be of service, He didn’t mention that he was loser by $2 inthe een. Within a bi Bs er letter which she said that had just learned the chart had cost $3, perha more, and that she “would returh balance the moment her salary Was paid. They are in arrears with me for the last-two months,” the latter said, “put I am sure they will pay us. Christm /To Dan Kent thete Was pomothing poignantly sad in the plain; simple, upeomp! g statement of the coun- try school teacher’s poverty. Two dok lass ‘ae — arg At spending it as lav: as a self: Evident he sneered, pocketing the order and tearing the letter with one angry jerk. Then he paused, put.the torn edge v. her communication together, and re- read it. “Oh, how my lonely heari goes out responsive.” That line started him, and he laughed till the bookkeeper stared and the Stenographer joined in the merriment, “T'll get back at her,” thought Dan Kent, a8 he opened his desk. And he spent two hours that evening trying to: outdo the florid periods of his Olds- burg protege. But he didn’t send back the fifty. Qn Saturday he got an an- swer that fairly scintillated with flashes of Cupkl’s arrows. He had sup- posed that his letter rose to every flight of sentimental hyperbole, but it seemed commonplace and tawdry be- side the glittering fabrie of her latest epistolary composition. He had to get “The Children of the Abbey” from the public library before he could answer that letter, and, in or- der to atimulate her to a still more gen- erous effusion, he wound up his ecstatic billet with a superbly servile petition for her picture. He sald “counterfelt presentment” first, but for fear she'd regard that as a mercenary allusion, he seratehed the words away and substi- tuted “fair image,” The photograph that arrived in the next letter was worthy of the foolish girl's correspond- ence. A simpering, weak smile, evi- dently calculated to display two pretty dimples and a row of the white teeth; a mass of fluffy blond hair, falling al- most to the eyebrows; a white lawn drese of the style that had been con- ds “amart” a few years ago; ban- * rings on the dainty fingers! “She looks the part,” laughed Dan, “and if I don’t send her my picture now this sport wil come to a suddet letter suggested an exchange, and Dan, in the exuberance of what seemed such a capital joke, determined: to send her the picture of his barber, a dashing young gallant with melancho! black eyes gnd a tightly waxed Wil- tly | belm mustache. specting young man poor Rate Colvin could not spare $2 from a scanty hoard that might not be replenished at once, He was a gen- that bald, altijo tee He wai and helpful letter, autograph on its back he resolved itdlike:contesson : ‘a girl’s lonely struggle for the bene- =. fits which he won so easily and regard- xa to his nt It was Kent’s irrepressible love of fun that led him into this thoughtlesa a the pay on gm idly f so rap! nd with euch increasing and almost outiandish expressions of romantic emotion that he had not taken time to fair. had shown to hody, Rot, hen Sy onde 2 were Sent, When he had matled barber's photograph to Kate wit! Tle stopped short. Her face was wreathed fn smiles. “Why, Dan,” she commenced, tn that same sweetly singing voice, “No! Are you Daniel Kent? The picture? Any-{ iy how, if you're Denicl Kent, or just a friend of his who helped him t to make a fool of a country girl, you're both mistaken, [I’m Kate Colvin,” She began the sentence with a coo and ended it with a rasp. Dan was dumbfounded, but he got out his card and gave it to her, “Well, you might have known I wasn’t the kind to borrow money from a man I had never seen,” she said, smiling, and her brune cheeks red. “You might have known I wasn’t fool enough to write drivel to an utter stranger, As for you, I thought you were a downri eh idiot until I got that last letter. That rang true. TI came down to Chicago to pay you the $2 1 owe you, and te—” “But, Kate,” asked the delighted; Daniel, “what prompted you to start the—foolishness?” “Oh, I didn’t like your sending that money, and—well, I didn't want to be pitied, either, 1 imagined you were one of those Chicago smarties, and— well, it was dull in Oldsburg; it’s al- ways dull there.” “And now we've inet and found each other out, Kate?” They laughed like children, looking frankly into one another's happy faces, “It's Thanksgiving, Dan,” she said. “I'll give thanks that this (holding out the picture of the pudgy blond) isn't you,” he laughed. “And T'll give thanks that you couldn't look like this!” And she held out the picture of the dashing barber. And they dined so merrily together that Dan forgot everything but K: and Ky arly forgot to pay back the *2.—-Chic ‘Tribune, The Goal of Rich Americans, Charlemagne Tower, the American Ambassador to Germany, was speak- ing ef the American's love. for Paris ata dinner he gave in Philadelphia. “Our love for Vvarle is no doubt great,” he said, “but I am sure it is hot so great as our European cousins would have us belleve, We all, of course, have heard the European say- ing,‘when_a_good American dies, he goes to Parts’ {n Berlin, from a bearded French diplomat, I heard last year a novel variant of this, The diplomat said he was sure I would sympathize with the profound and ingenuous emotion of a young Ameri- can girl, who lived, he said, in a bleak western city. There were in those days no institutes for the treatment of rabies, save in Paris. The young girl’s life was very monotonous. One day she burst into a neighbor's house, almost beside herself with joyous ex- citement: “Her dark eyes flashed; Her cheeks had a delicate rose flush. Panting little she erled {na tremulous volce: “Thank goodgidss, we are going to Paris at last. Dad has been bitten by a mad dog!” oo Modern Dogs of War. The German Army, fighting in Her- rero tand, under Gen. Yon Trotha, em- ploys a corps of 200 dogs. One of these dogs was recently struck and wounded by a bullet in the engagement of Opa- jbo, while seouting in frent of the skirmishing line. He displayed the greatest feiflessfiess undef fire and warked faultlessly until disabled. - The Japanese are using a Dumber of dogs for reconnoitering purposes. They are attached to long ropes and well trained. The Ruselang are employing degs for sentry and messenger work. Capt. Persidsky of the late Count Keller's staff, writing from 4 says: “In finding the wounded men with which the millet fields are strewn nothing has succeeded like our seven dogs; their intelligence, especitilly the Englist bred ones, is extraordinary.” I have been asked several times to sup- Ls Meany Russian army, and only quite to thelr own country. ly was commissioned to look at any but the funny side of the|purchase sheep dogs in the highlands the German ambulance dog-train- eatabliahment. Perhaps instead of exporting doge fer for- eign armies, we may some day find our OSSIP_FROM ABROAD. . Tales of Diplomatic and Court In- trigue,! The Farl of Minto, Governor-Gencral of ¢ no and succeRsY won xs Vicergy of ludia, first came to Canada as Military Secretary to Lord Lau ne in ISS. Ile was ther Lord Melgund. Three years later he served on the staf of ¢ ‘ral Middleton tn the Northwest rebellion and distin- gulshel hitaself by his bravery He} was sent back to England for slapping the face of the colonel of & Montreal} ‘egiment With whom he had a disagree ment. _ The reason given for the Czar's re- fusal to permit the Grand Duke Cyril to marry the divorced Grand Duchess of Hesse, the Princess Victoria of Saxe. Coburg, ig that Cyril and hig brother, the Grand Duke Boris, had prominent roles in the scandal which recently was disclosed at Kharkof, Both grand dukes were members of the so-called club of Sybarites at Kharkoff, where indescribable orgies took place. The club, as IT am informed, has only twen ty members, all the sens of the first families of Russia, No males excepi CZAR NICHOLAS AND HEIN the members were allowed to enter the ciud, whieh was a palace of white mar- ! nts were females, Lady guests, how r, were welcome, he annual subscription to the club Was $1,000, but there were enormous extra expenses, All dishes were served on gold and silver plate: he drapery was of the costliest me mu, and was embroidered with jewels after designs rril, who, {t will be remembered, any with his boon companions, indulged in orgies similar to those at the club even at the front in Manchuria until the Czar recalled him. King Edward is an enthusiastic golfer, and has a little course of his own at Windsor, The Princess of Wied, who fs a prom- inent figure in the court circles at Ber- lin, and whose husband is in the line of succession to the throne of Holland, buys all the ill-used horses that come to her notfee and gives them the benefit of a stay in her well-appointed stables and meadows, While the Emperor of Germany does not fail to transact a large amount of | ~. public business during his various voy- ages for rest and recreation, when on his yacht at sea he fs a very dif- ferent man from the ruler of a great nation living in state at Berlin. President Loubet of France has taken the barfoot cure; that 1s, himself, wife and daughter have gone barefoot, ex- cept for Hght sandals, on all but cere- monious occasions during this hot sum- mer, The sandals worn by the Prest- cent and his family come from Africa, being the approved Arabian kind. The President advises sandal wearing In summer for these reasons: “The | foot not only benefits that mem- . keeping it cool and allowing it to breathe, but benefits the whole physi- cal system and the mental as well. » the foot of the customary en- socks and shoes, and your rves Will grow stronger; if you excited or worried, it will wear off easier.” Van Calava a ay New Blood in Naval Engineering. From the Baltimore Sun it may be questioned, in view of the Bennington explosion, whether the Navy Department's policy of resttict- ing engineering appointments in the navy to graduates at Annapolis 1s best for the service. The graduates of the Naval Academy are bright fellows, no doubt, but only a few of them have a talent for mathematics, physics, me chanics and other like sciences that underlie the engineer's equipment. It is well known that there is difficulty in getting from their number enough men | to tuke post-graduate courses at the, Boston Technological School, and thus prepare themselves for the engine room and machine shop of the modern bat- tleship or cruiser. The.result is that the service is short of capable trained men who know how to handle boile engines, repair shops, electrical instal- lation, etc. The Bennington is not the first of our warships to be injured by reason of insuffident attention in the engineering department. The remedy, it seems, Is to inject some new blood from civil life into the engineering de- partments of our ships. It is all very well to reserve good berths for the An- napolls graduates, but the. practice is earried too far when it results in starv- ing the engine rooms. There are ninn graduates yearly from our technologic: schools who are as capable as any that can be found. The engineering depart- ment of the navy ought to be recruited in part from the outside talent, which has been educated in the art of ship construction, management and repair. It is possible to carry too far the policy of keeping all appointments in the navy for naval efficers, especially when no exception is made of classes of ap- pointments for which Annapolis grad- uates have no especial qualifications. commsninneniijianetnnsaninn, Not a Meaningless Phrase. From the Chieago Chrontele, It Is not meaningless that earth is called our “mother earth.” It was somehow front the earth that¢mankind sprung at the dawn of life. It ts into her arms he must go back when life is ended. 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