Evening Star Newspaper, April 7, 1900, Page 22

xT as, ° ry 22 THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1900—24 PAGES. x = By 7 af GENTLEMEN'S LIST. ’ g . y s ht in place | recovered himsél?’ and floundered on to firm =a you, indeed! I'm going right over there | filmy spangled scarlet’stuff, caug! o il anect SacegONy and tell Lucindy-Tom what I think of such | with diamond stars, __| land. As he stood there, panting and ote Berrie eee tun ey ate impertinence. They went in the puggy, Miss Lucindy- | bling, John waved his hand to the rest. Pee BEY. Zoumeon, ‘Trescet Se, She flung out of the house, in spite of | Tom driving. “I Wenldn't risk it umiess 1] | “We are going on to the party,” he said. | AgiM# Beck 1) Johnson, WG "Prot ane TRON ONE IHD SESS ELS CLS ELEY: Marcia's pleading, and march>d down the | did drive.” she said "Why, there is no bot- | “Fou can poring At your ekaire, or stayiRt | anaes et Lec EE Allert, sedse e) ise s2).52. {soksekse){ 22, nw Si he gate | tom to the roads after these two last wa! yo sure. A je ‘01 teen. WJ Dr 4 = “ a eke) selse) set se) se} = i a Oi Paediatr ose Sette cpa eas | teeny Ueto pate suede ane eur Marcia Ewing did not reach the Grabels ry Kerr 3S An Ardent Irishman’s View of Vio- * Just outside her gate, and evidently bound | had expected to go‘in the family carriage, party. Instead of her there came Mrs. John ae snr Br fe raat for the Ewing house, since she was on | with driver and footman, and John on) Warfield. John had ridden straight to the | Allen. Wi Knott, Proctor Hon toria’s Journey, foot, and it was the only dwelling within | horseback riding beside. She did not know | minister's house. He had heard that day | Anderson. fe De and ates Rint: Rvs! reas Ly walking range. the strength of Migs-Lucindy-Tom’s prin-| in town of a very handsome legacy left Frank (2) Hiei. He = 7K “H-m-m! Coming to see me?” Miss Lu-| ciples. ‘The carriage could not have gone, | him by his mother's uncle. The first thing yw Datinner Weill eee = cindy-Tom called, making as though she | by her consent, even to her own funeral, | he did after hearing {t was to go and take fone ki WD SURE PLEASE NG riya THE EVENING 8TAR BY MARTHA McOULLOOGH- would re-enter her own portal. unless the weather had been fair and the | out a marriage license. M Marticia, Miss} Quy yr + Ai A L0- WRITTEN FOR T ee ae “Yes—but you were coming {o see mé?| roads fine. ‘ Lucindy-Tom and Sarah Ashbel, strange tof 4%jap. enris 3 De Ve Come on!” Miss Marticia said, flinging wide For reasons purely. financial the Ewings | relate, all got to the party a little later. | Austin. LE = open her gate and motioning the other wo- | had no carriage. Miss Marticia ee Been aa noe eres ae y arrenbed a ee Hon 000, by M. MeCulloch-Williams. 2 @ 5 content with a buggy ever since her | sel only those th: ever knew, and ¥ 1 pO hy We Meare Ame) ENGL Reo aN Aotieriaay Oua father's carriage wore out. Marcia had a| none of them would tel, March put ona ee But the Mass of the People En- q the big road belongs to everybody pacing horse and a handsome saddle, but | fine own, which was quite white ‘and vate i a Lucindy-Tom said, grimly Most times she went abroad sitting at Miss | brideli nd smiled content over Sarah's imore, Hamer Mt tirely Indifferent. PONE v4 “I'm not hunting a quarrel.” ¥ Marticia’s elbow. So t fell out that just as | eclips: arlet. Miss Marticia came round finore. Thomas 2 - = 2 aid, her nose higher than ever. Miss Lucindy-Tom drove off, sitting very | at once and told John plainiy ts ma 7 Lewis, Clarence 18 1.) ld Miss Lucindy-Tom, with a | upright, and flicking the horse with her } the Pisht thing, even befor heard @} Rattle’ Giinten L(g) Lanse Herbert s rant to tell you, my nephew | whip, Miss Marticia clambered into her own | word of the fortune. Mi ndy-Tom j f as isms Woes = coe ee erg ee Vélicle, settled Marcia cnugiy under the | Nelp out Unt he woume char heer en us esa TA ton KOW-TOWING TO ROYALTY tingi- | sent into her keeping. Business was taking | yy "And T, just want to tell you. my niece | robes and took up her reins with an alr of | made no Rort of difference. to anybody but Knew i en te Gee i just plain, inary s - J se ‘o he siness wa Z| waren — indecision. ner hen she ided to forgive the land. Theodore 1 : rica said: “I never saw} Ris father abroad. and his mother wae Meee got j “Which way would you go, Marcia?” she} Ewings each and s. sll the wrong: Louis, TJ PRN eels but it may sometimes be ip so fine an opportunity for | ote Cheistm } “straight, or ‘round by the turn-| she had ever done them. Tika. 1 } Pstiggt, 1900, Wy Soames MarManue or “What 1 hate - mi retty fellow, bold with the | made him ‘ : she wa hele ete Meclara. WM Hon satin EINE eae eerie Sake wort aan 1a i dt knawing odly Inve, ta the | on. “I came to say traight. It’s three miles the shortest nbel. If Sar been s Mecutiwh, DO Ireland, Maren 25, 1990. pore : Lucindy-Tom Warleld’s. P of Hee rebel ae only Jove, In the | another penny of mine if he throws him- nd We would only have a little plece | fat and stupid, she 4 story Mer 1 aston do be woman would ees oe e Inte the heart of “Tanty Tom." She | Self away on thet Gan pany youlye weet ieee try it? Miss Marti mould| have ae Thee F y of pm Ster- f she remembered in her zs hig i A PSHE co ie dressing up for him these yea . I believe y 5 art Moe bes , s f BE ee ape Fe eee Ue wehell ee malt v wrenching, OG | Sica ae waralioweal itaneticew, clueking to her hor: Tom ADVERTI Mets NS Ity, who think of their queen he had paic ; = her ter ‘ Sons and pion Been Sn a 5 hat» mud. and so do I. cee with bated breath and to whom the news- Bae ay abe Me eee ee tic Providence is some: | tered on. for thre ay omen thnk two Wor leles Pound | The folloning, te ai Ts paperechoof courttattleismore absorbingly sefiened copy eis at eveed Oven apes or thé same place sect out fo al- | maining in : : . the name, flushed and turned ne loved Hime indeed, better | have all'that is mineit ain't: y much, | mest opposite directions. Neither went by 3 ates idtenesting than 1 wl sationaltem: <M yon: t They were to her the central | but enough to keep her a lady as long as|the front way. Miss Lucindy-Tom headed applicant should 1 and the people really belfeve that, let the ae tle thing. They were to her the central | but enoug Tor'Guiees lene. which fiong the south weeks they will wise pees Irish and the remainder of the world affect a A BF ‘ ray q side of her farm, and was reasonably dry. 1 le nie : e w outward show of ifference they She hired > bore . but was just ‘Oh, that’s the way you tole young men | si 7 i : 5 ter offic Howard A i wi y swe garden | ennai to tee test in on Berea Serco: [tment “ask roe ee can just hang up| It also ran beside the Ewing farm, a lth Macon, Hastings W please, they have “in their innards” a wor- fur 0 cents | thing wholly apart from his control. He | thelr hats and be at home," Missy Teeny | Cero eee fe mmeteed tntor a malik it Mics pee shiptul Sour Lor EuRidnt's Kayally GOR ek for « know he works for could not have been born a. girl, even if he | Tom said with withering scorn. Miss Mar-| rocky and ratted, but. still passable nen eats MD - das ot done about 4) hoa chosen. But if only he had been so ook her head. the mouth of tge lane, back of thi ele Mrs de him take mm oelock, nd afterward too shai for the poor old him something smiling faint! jare say you & a interrupted. Mis= ; . ee : Abo ady-Tom, though— Strikes me the reason never misses thinks she'd 5 nd ‘twould be eae nd hear ‘em. ked waste not t £ : unty Marfy! Aunt You are ked and wu hink ef anything else “Gress and my. new white They are just what I badly—but did not ask for ex to for, p unpaid.” Miss, Marth dso. too— had jus her said so. t pad Just a ft My f ting out for my first big par! he do jar never -vent in his pocket that was too big to be spent for anything he w T believ od. He leved, is money i ; s-Tom thinks she has got thousands thing—but I wouldn't swap w any day in the year.” Never mind about her, Miss Marticia. wheeled and caught mil hase wot te mind about her,” she said: on you sent John Warfield, her nephew, : if he might have yu don’t obje I wa Marcia coaxed. her * Marcia sald, say against him,” articia. said. o far as I know, sretty fair sort of man. But what's n the bone Is bound to come ‘out— n ‘< forty he may be same as his m. You're all I've got in : are \d—I won't ever agree to your ma: nie you might come to beeeuace eve’ ir you breathe: g—even the air 3 ae yt nothing t n't want to marry Miss Man fa said, pouting. Her aunt miy. “Anybody that did would ty,” she sald. Marcia pretended ore than ever, though a smile De uenecen »pped them and ua would be ‘gue = lve with you. Miss Lu- wears John shall never take \eas her trump card. Jobn and herself { agreed mer that all which was - "Ny overcume inevitable opposition each of th know that the f The two r, standin ym a broad beate i was the boun which stretched ond and behind th the houses had been green blind 1 red outsi The as a violent yellowish trimmings: the Ewing ked out on cornices and with deep buff. The War- remained intact, though rarely came from more than one of Ewing house boasted a furnace, had bow windows in most of the old eY S02 Miss Marticia had flowers n all winter long—flowers which she y with an open hand, although she ve sola them for good money in The giving was Ewing all over. It fretted Miss Lucindy-Tom beyond measure. She chim ers, almost tempted to pull down her be comfortable. and raise flow- put the shame of an open imita- was too great. there had been constant passing back orth. Each housemistress felt that she not afford to remain ignorant of what the other was doing. They bad run upon each other at all hours, and twice in in each year had formally entertained each her © at dinner, once at tea. Out- siders bidden to these feasts sald that Miss Wartield gave you good, ordinary victuals on the finest Sort of china; Miss Ewing, ngs that were simply ravishing in good, ware. ¢ had china, of never made a parade of It, ‘s Lucindy-Tom. ren forbidding pward—so much so that in and well- mmoned up = to court her. It was r Way with Miss Marticia. She « she had not been er mind an x county had quite tandard in But she they were nin a e they had of them + farm, she t of all, she to ner a the fever tted the city in 1 made a home, He had ther had ing to Mar- | » money was som i up, but M is of dep Miss 3 s natural she should erything else. . perhaps, which first inclined o John Warfield. Miss Lucindy- im about once a day that s to thrive, since he had own, aud could look for noth- hat she could give him—and = precious litte. In the face of that him everything heart could wish, except liberty to enjoy the gifts, had. for example, the finest watch in the county, but it stayed safely locked In a bureau drawer, and he carried about a ’ -n-faced silver affair he was ashamed to look at In company. It was the seme with his gun, his clothes, his saddle and bridle—even his books. Miss Lucindy-Tom had provided a fine case for them. If by chance he lafd one down for a ide {t, she darted at the offend- ug volume and whisked it In place, sighing that he could be so carcless. It was even < if he thrust the book in hastily, up- down, or the least bit askew. What : Lucindy-Tom hated the wry worst of hings which had cost money ching and darning were rites ous if austere. There was a uth In Miss Marticia’s saying: -Tom Warfield thinks it is a sin anything until it fs at least six the fashion. Notwithstanding she loved her nephew with a for ble id Concentered passion possi- enly to natures such as hers, she had brother over much; it had rt relief to her when he chose away from the old home. His wife n pretty and extravagant, an of- tright to Miss Lucindy-Tom's eco- nomic instincts. Then when her baby came she needs must call it John, when every Warfield for 100 years had had Thomas somewhere in his name! Miss Lucindy-Tom sald things when the boy, aged two, was t ole | all the world. born, then Miss Lucindy-Tom would have had the supreme satisfaction of showing that foolish Marticga Ewing how a girl ought to be raised. John was five years sr than Marcia—hence they became fix- tures in their respective homesteads at nearly the same time. The difference in age made them companionable. John was big enough to be shy of girls as’ big, but “JOHN WARFIELD TOO GOOD FOR YOU, We've no need to do it,” she said. “Ev- ery beau Marcia ever had but ‘one,’ double emphasis on the word, has his own home— as good a home as hers. Jack Richards said if I'd persuade her to take him he'd s ‘Il out his farm and buy yours, I shou'dn't be separated from my gir ‘You didn't b John would have the e you thought place and all my INDEED!” this tiny thing in the white frocks, with hair like spun sunshine, who clung con- fidingly to his finger, and could barely lisp his name, nearly as good fun as the y he’ sighed for but was forbidden to . and even better than the big dolls he dol to him, until she became suddenly and mysteriously a woman—the one woman in It took him six months to muster courage to tell her so. Throughout them he had been outwardly quite the same. Even at the last there was no ap- proach to sentiment. He had said: “Marcia, I shall have to marry you to keep you out of mischief.” Marcia had laughed back at him: “Well, say nothing about it yet—if you do, ‘Tanty Tom’ will lock you up for a lunatic. e knows I have not a penny to my nam ‘They had come to an agreement, notwith- standing. They meant to wait a year be- fore speaking out, until Marcia should be nineteen and quite old enough to marry. But when man proposes to the wrong wo- man—wrong in the eyes of his pastors and masters—fate commonly disposes to bring on an early crisis. Fate's instrument in this case was Miss Sarah Ashbel. She came visiting Tanty Tom, and saw and con- ered that good woman. “Sarah was stout and black-eyed and ruddy, comfortably rich withal, to say nothing of expectations from a bachelor uncle. Once more Miss Lucindy-Tom felt distinctly grateful to Providence. Here was the wife John needed, brought ready to his hand. He would not have to stir to do Wis courting. Sarah was to stay a month. In the course of it there was op- portunity for the most decorously ardent wooing. Throughout a fortnight Miss Lu- cindy-Tom waited honefully for the woo- ing to begin. Then she took the bit in her teeth. “John ‘ so desperately shy, I shall have to speak to you for him, Sarah,”" she said one morning at the breakfast table, beam- ing upon the pair. Sarah blushed and bridled, but smiled amiably. John got flery red, but since he was a gentleman tried to save the situation. “That is mighty kind of you, Tanty,” he said as airily as he could. “I didn’t think you knew, but I see there 1s no use trying to fool you. I am so glad to have Miss Sarah the very first to congratulate me on my engagement. She has seen Marcia— she knows how lucky I am."* “Marcia Tanty Tom almost shrieked the name. John nodded, and murmured: “It is a little unlucky—our fancying each other. Miss Marticia {s certain to ob- ject—" is she?” Tanty Tom Interrupted grimly. t and see! Marticla Ewing never did snsible thing in her life. It is most too late now for her to begin.” John waited to h2ar no more. he had asked Miss Marticla, plumply, for her nie hand. She had look2d at him more sternly than he had believed eyes so kind could look, and said: “I must speak with Marcla—and I sha'n't do that until after I think over every- thing.” She had taken a day and night to think— a night nearly sisepless. She was just, but not judicial. She wanted nothing so much as to insure Marcia’s happiness. Marcia could not be deeply in love—she was too well used to John for that. She was so young, too—and other beaux go plenty. She might take her pick of the county. Decidedly it would be wicked to let her waste herself and her youth upon John Warfield. Of course, John would not think of leaving his aunt. Equally, of course, Miss Marticia would not think of letting Marcia be subject to Miss Lucindy-Tom’s restrictions. She had led up to the subject with art- less art, as she sat by her snug firesid> toward 11 o'clock in the morning. Logs still burned in the sitting room—the fur- nace to the contrary notwithstanding. What with the fire, the thick carpet, the easy, well-worn chairs, the flowers in the sunny south-looking windows, ths room was a cheery place, a fit exponent of its cheery mistress. She glanced about it and sat up very straight as she answered Mar- ela. = “Go there, indeed! I should think not! But that ought to settle the matter for good and all. Ewing ts a better name than Warfield anywhere you speak it. If you have any pride {n your blood, any love for me, you'll tell John Warfield you will marry into no family where you are not only welcome, but f-It to do it credit,” “I can’t do that, aunty,” Marcia said, growing pale. “You—you have brought me up always to speak the truth—and I am going to marry John as soon as you will let me.” “Then you'll walt forever,” Miss Marticta said, her eyes snapping. “I am ashamed of you—I am! It almost makes me hate my own blood—and I have b2en so proud of it always. John Warfield too good for In an hour money besides," Miss Lucindy-Tom sald with a sneering laugh. “Marcia shouldn't have him if he was made of gold and strung all over with diamonds,” Miss Marticla almost shrieked. Marcia, just back of her, broke into a t ful laugh. 1 I wouldn't take him that way, aunty!” she sald. “I should not care to have a husband who had to be melted down before he was any good.” She was tugging gently at her aunt's sleeve. John was rushing down the War- field lawn—she wanted to end this unseem- ly altercation before he came up. The com- batants had drawn nearer, nearer, until now they stood glaring into each other's eyes. Slowly Miss Lucindy-Tom raised on high her clenched right hand. “Oh, but it is hard!" she said. “If only T didn't feel myself a Christian and a lady, I'd tell_you what I think of you and your traps, Marticla Ewing. What hurts ip to think a> Warfield—any Warfield—can be such a fool as not to see right through ‘em: “Come home, Aunt Lucinda,” John said, masterfully, laying his hand on her shoulder to turn her about. Btill holding her, he stepped in front of Miss Marticia, and sald around her to Marcia: “I am sorry, 80 sorry, that these two, who have been more than mothers to us, have quar- reled—but it must not make any difference with us." “No! It must no! Marcia answered. Miss Marticla snatched her In a strangling grip and hurried her through the gate. As it shut behind them she turned and shook her fist. Miss Lucindy-Tom, turning like- wise at almost the same instant, shook hers with equal vigor. It was certainly a very pretty quarrel. Half the county took sides tn {t—much the larger number espousing the side of the lovers. There was lively speculation as ta how it would all end. Warfield tenacity was a proverb, and Miss Lucindy-Tom wa: a Warfield of Warficlds. Against that Ew- ing blood was hot ard heady. Though Miss Marticla had always been so mild, the silgHt to her pride made her ready to live up to the fullest measure to her name. Her obstinacy was really rooted in love— love for Marcia. It set her wild to think anybody dared object to her girl, the very darling of her heart. She tried to make up to the girl for such slighting with all man- ner of Indulgences. Marcia was not the sort to peak and pine, not even to sulk. She missed John ever, ever so much—she really had not known how fond she was of. him—but that was no reason at all for mak- ing Aunty Marfy unhappler than she was already. So Marcia went to all the merry-makings. She was so gay, indecd, Miss Lucindy-Tom flung {t In John's teeth. “Much that gir! cares about you!” she sald. “Look at her! She ts here, there, everywhere, laughing and dancing all the while.” “That shows she {s a wise Uttle girl,” John satd, loyally, but deep down his heart Was sore. He was not very happy. Sarah Ashbel was still in the house, and Tanty Tom nagged him perpetually about Marcia. The worst part was he could not leave her. She had engaged him formally as manager the day he was free, and the contract had still a year to run. Under it he was to re- ceive a certain proportional share of farm profits for the full term—meantime charg- ing himself with all purely personal ex- penses. If he held out he would have some- thing—just how much he did not know. If ne broke the agreement he forfeited every- ng. Hence he worked and waited with what patience he could muster. He went about but Ittle—it cost something to go after the manner of a gentleman—and he was set on saving. He did not in the least grudge Marcia her pleasure, but it would have comforted him ff, upon thelr rare meetings, he had seen even a shade of sadness in her eyes. They spoke to each other—not priv- ily, but in open. friendly fashion. The two aunts made a point of never seeing each other at such times as chance threw them in each other's way. They had quarreled tn November. in February afterward the Grabels gave their big party. Marcia had a gorgeous new frock for it. Gossip reported the frock to Miss Lucindy-Tom so glowingly she deter- mined to see {t eclipsed. and that Sarah Ashbel should eclipse it. Miss Warfield cculd spend upon sufficient occasion. This was, she felt, sufficient occasion. As a re- sult. when the day of the party came, Miss Ashbel was prepared to discount Solomon in all his glory. Tanty Tom had not been to a party in years, but she was bent on going to this one, even though it was ten miles off, and the roads simply fearful. She said nothing of her pian to John. He was going, she knew—she wanted the contrast betwixt Sarah and Marcia to come to him with the force of a shock. Sarah was certainly stun- ning, with her dark head and beautiful white shoulders, rising up above clouds of farm, was the turnpike. Miss Lucindy-Tom would unhesitatingly have chosen that route, y that she knew she would have to at two toll gates for traveling very Little more than five miles. The lane was narrowish, but vehicles ld pass in it, unless they met at the big mud hole. There the fences were not closer than elsewhere, but It was the foot- ing of which you had to beware. The mud hale stretched from fence ta fence; It S soft and semi-fluid on top, but got thicker and suckier the dceper you went down in it. So long as it was not more than knee deep riders and drivers struggled through it. When it got over hubs and up to saddle skiris something had to be done. The Griggs boys and their neighbors did not bother with road commissioner: Instead, they went to work and built a stout cro: wayed bridge. It was amply wide for one set of wheels. Two could by no possibility. pass cach other on it. But that did not matter—any- body crossing it was bound to see anybo else on the other side. Nobody need wait longer than half a minute—and nobody could possibly be so foolish as to refuse to wait. When the unexpected happened there was really some excuse for Miss Marticia. She was driving southwesterly, with the sun at 4 o'clock full in her eyes. It blinded her to the nearness of the approaching ve- hicle-she thought she had a clear right of passage, and drove Merry-Tom boldly upon the stout Umbers. Her heart gave a startled Pas she saw the other horke come on, and recognized it as Miss War- field's Blixen. Merry-Tom and Blixen rubbed noses am!- cably when they met in the very middle of the bridge. ‘or a long time nobody said a word. Miss Lucindy-Tom glared at Miss Marticia: Miss Marticia glared back un- winking. Sarah and Marcia studied each other covertly. They had met more than once before the break, but then there was no need for appraisal of rival charms. “Sarah, I do wonder how long we will have to wait before those—ahem—persons find out ft 1s their place to back and let us get by ss Lucindy-Tom said at last. Marcela giggled. softly. The humor of the situation overcame her. She knew well Miss Marticia would spend the night where she w rather than give in. “I'm glad it's warm—but a warm Febru- ary day ts a weathe: Miss Marti- cia said to Marcia. “Shouldn't be surprised if it was snowing hard by morning. I do wonder what makes some people so hateful! That buggy yonder is on the down sid: would go back of itself ff only the driver hadn't cut the wheels.” ‘Oh, do please let me pass!” Marcia en- treated half an hour late: “Don't_ put yourself on their level, Aunt Marfy! Tt—it is not nice to be standing here. I feel per- fectly Sdiotie.” “I won't b: ic ck my horse! That's flat,” uid Toual. Under her “DIL show Lucindy-Tom arfield there {s somebody in this’ wor! she can't run over if I die for it’? h. I wish you'd sing something,” Lucindy-Tom said, “I—" ‘s lucky Merry-Tom never was afraid Miss Marticia said to the uni- do go back—or—else drive on through! The mud does not look so very deep!’ Sarah entreated, in a tearful wh! per. Miss Lucindy-Tom sniffed audibly: “That shows how much you know!” she aid. “It's over the hubs—even if we didn't get stuck, it would be certain to run in the buggy box and ruin your new dress."* “I don't care! You must go on! I wish I was dead! I shall die unless you take me home!” Sarah protested, still tearful. Miss Lucindy-Tom struck up a hymn and sang loudly through three lines of it. Sud- denly she checked herself—she heard some- body coming rapidly up behind. “Why! What 1s wrong?” John began, checking his horse at the end of the bridge. Then he whistled softly. A glance across had told him the whole story. “This will never do, Tanty! You must turn and go by the pike—you'll never get get through this way,” he said. “Lucky I overtook you. I should hate to think of you mired five miles from home, and not a soul to help.” “I won't turn back and I will go on, Miss Lucindy-Tom said distinctly. “If you are a man and kin to me, ride across and make those other people get out of. my way.” John pleaded and entreated. It was all in vain. He saw and heard that Marcia was likewise trying to bring her aunt to reason, With like fll success. At last he turned des- perately to Sarah. “Can't you say some- thing to end this?” he asked. Instantly Miss Lucindy-Tom took the word from Sa- rah’s mouth. “Yes—if she'll say, ‘John How Affairs Arranged Themsel en Only Those Three Ever Knew. Warfield, I'll matry you,” I'll do whatever you may’ say—go back or forward or side- ways," she cried. “And she will say it, If only you give her the chance. Try it right now—you'll find out mighty quick.” “This is lunacy—the worst sort,’ John groaned. Then he set his teeth grimly and dashed into the mud. In a minute he was beside Marcia, saying eagerly to her aunt, “Miss Marcia—aunt Marfy—do give way just this once!” “I won't,” Miss Marticla said, her mouth setting in a hard line. Marcia stood up and freed hergelf from the robes. “Then I beg you, John, at least to take me out,” she said. “I am not afraia to risk it behind you. Bashaw, I know, will not mind my weight.” “Come,” said John, holding out his hana. Marcla caught it, set her foot upon the near stirrup and swung herself upon Bashaw’s back. John clucked softly and shook his reins loose as he felt her arms go around him. Bashaw understood. He went strain- ing through the mud, though it came al- most to’ his belly, and the suck each step as his feet came out was like the noise of a pistol. Once he faltered. 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L 2) Price, Hattie Evans, Miss Eva Sullivan. Mrs Jessle I Francis, Mrs G R Wood, Arthur R McNichols, Mrs Mae D. Scott, Lucas bs Conway, John Irwin, Miss Ada <q. 5 Brooke, Miss Fannfe Savory Poached Eggs. Break an egg very carefully into a cof- fee cup and sprinkle it lightly with salt and pepper. Have ready a small stewpan containing some boiling beef tea which has been nicely seasoned; carefully slip the exg into the pan and poach it in the usual way. When it is done, place it on a rather thick round of buttered toast; thicken a small guantity of beef tea quickly with a little corn flour and pour it over the egg. An- other way of serving a poached egg is as follows: Break a new laid egg into a buttered tea- cup, season it with salt and pepper and place the cup in a stewpan containing suf- ficient boiling water to reach to rather more than half way up the cup; as soon as the egg is set turn it carefully on to a piece of hot buttered toast. During the time the egg is cooking boil a small quantity of cream in a saucepan, season it with a little celery salt and pepper and add a teaspoon- ful of chopped parsley to it; pour the cream over the egg and serve at once. A small hot-water plate, with a cover, should be used for all hot dishes sent to an invalid’s room, and remember that the cover should be heated as well as the plate. The Sahara is not a barren waste, as is populariy supposed. Not long ago there were 9,000,000 sheep, 2,000,000 goats, and 260,000 camels in the Algerian Sahara alone; and the oases furnish a million and a half of date palms. The amount of copper produced in the United States last year—estimating the out- put of December—was 264,600 tons. This amount includes the copper in sulphate and shows an increase over the production of 1898 by about 10.5 per cent. Specially ExchangeWashington Medical In- «table thirst for tidings of queen and are convinced that tf as our feelings prompt court. These peop! we Irishmen act on Victoria sets her sacred foot on Irish overwhelmed with gratitude for the nblime favor shown us, the Irish nation Wil prostrate itself upon the earth and from the depths of {ts soul breathe “Hal- lelujah?” glish friend if w here th disappoint our En- will sigh and say that we were burning to do hon nd did not do so only : we have given our consciences in bond to the agitators. Such is and will be the English view of the matter. The Irish View. As regards the Irish view: In the firet place, the Anglo-Irish and Scotch-Irish col- onies wil, of cou receive thelr queen (for she ts thelr queen) with acclamations— acclamations prompted in many cases by genuine delight at her coming and In just many Instances by mere hostility toward those who will not shout with thent. And in addition to being greeted by her own colonies in Ireland (which form about one-fifth of the population), I foresee with not a little shamefacedness that a portion of our own Irish people will c the op- portunity of kow-towing to English roy- alty. This will be confined to a portion of the shopkeeping class in several of the large towns, and will represent and volce the sentiments probably of not more than 3 per cent of the Irish people. In Ireland, as elsewhere, decay of principle is found in the shopkeeping community, when the rest of the nation fs in the enjoyment of lusty and vigorous hea!th, Now, giving a generous allowance of 25 per cent of the population of Ireland to Anglo-Irish, Scotch-Irish and the un-Irish portion of the shopkeepers, we have three- fourths of the peuple still to account for. Of these the major part will regard the royal visit either with philosophic amuse- ment or complete indifference and the minor portion with bitterness of heart. For, the former will say: Well, so far as we hear, this is a very estimable old English lady who has come over. Though we hate the English collect- ively, we can tolerate them Individually, She, or any other English lady, is free to come to our island and to go when and how she pleases, so long as she conducts herself peaceably. Too Long Put Off. The remainder will say: “We cannot be indifferent. We cannot be amused. We can- not be tolerant of this visit—the visit of a woman who, as figurehead of the British government, reminds us that for more than half a century she, while assuming and pre- suming a maternal interest in us, has eat upon her throne, and witnessed, unmoved, the appalling sights that attend the execu- tion of her national laws in our countr, who saw the roof tree riven in the homes of our poor and the hearth made desolate by her officers, and p ding old women and eld men and shrieking babes left homeless and shelteriess on bare hillsides when the sleet Knives pierced the flesh and the March winds searched the bones of them; who signed almost every second year of her reign a new coercive law to curb the men- tal growth of her Irish ‘children;’ who saw a free press denied, free speech debarred and the right of peaceful public assembly forbidden us; who saw thousands of the noblest and worthiest In the land—alike ed- itor and priest, parllamentary representa- tive and other public man—cast Into prison and kept there without public charge and without trial; who saw half a million of our people perish of hunger whilst the corn and the beef with which the land teemed was being borne away from our ports and sold to the stranger In order that a hand- ful of lords who lolled in London and Paris might get their pound of flesh; wi saw four millions of Ireland’s children flee from the land, as from a plague spot, and rush to the remotest corners of the > preferring ship fever and exile, or death, to England's beneficent and civilizing rule at home; who heard her own lawmakers ac- knowledge to the public robbery of upward of one hundred million pounds sterling from Ireland during her reign and barefacedly refuse restitution; who, when her reign be- gan, counted nearly nine millions of her Irish ‘children,’ where now she can reckon only four and a half millions. We cannot feel erant of Victoria, Queen of Eng- land’s visit. We cannot feel indifferent. And it is far from our hearts to feel No Public Hostilities Expected. Nevertheless, th: who make up this section will not willingly make public dit play of the iN-will they bear England’ queen; they will rather consent to chafe in quiet unless provoked to another course by enemies who would try to make political capital out of their silence. As it will be pleaded by superficial think- ers that chivalrous Ireland should show its admiration of the woman, if not of the queen—urging the aggregation of womanly and motherly qualities of which Victoria is a shining example—then for the miilions who will refuse to go out and do her public honor, I may answer in the probable words which any other of these millions would use in making answ “Within a radius of six miles from my home on the spur of the moment I can count sixteen as venerable women, who have borne their years with as much re- spect, as much dignity, as much piety and as much honor to womanhood as Victoria has borne hers, women whose sufferings have been as keen, whose crosses have been as heavy, whose lines have been as heroic as Queen Victoria's, and whose silvered hairs now entitle them to as much Teverence, respect and admiratton, even though they be but covered with a white cap instead of a crown—I shall even hazard a bolder step and say that I know more than one of these whose lives have earned them more reverence, respect and admiration than Victoria; yet we do not turn out and shout when we find one of these women coming into a fair! “Moreover, if we did so, these poor women would be sorely mortified. Verbum Sin SEUMAS MacMANUS. False Economy. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. “Went home Thursday night and found my wife ill. Symptoms elarming. Dosed her best I could. Friday morning she was no better. Felt worried. Wife dull and stupid. No life in her. Started for doctor. Struck by happy thought. Turned back. Cure complete.”” “What was it?” “Simple as pie. Just said ‘Too bad you have to be sick on bargain day, my dear.’ She bounced up. ‘What!’ she cried; ‘how stupid of one to forget.’ In five minutes she was up and dressed and frizzing her hair.” “Wouldn't it have been cheaper to have fetched the doctor?” “By Jove, I guess it wo: seives all over Rusela and they have achieved a respected position. Some of them are employed by the government, and since last year are entitied to a pension. of them occupy positions as country sicians, school es Se the poor and as surgeons the municipay ambulance system, &0, ate