The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 26, 1904, Page 11

THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL “Fmely Jopics T B THE WC M RATTE T g y Curtis Sro o Jun s one of the ‘{ g s at a young :\ gir! a should be in i . e for the blo tween Russia g he fact that she MISS. RuPP's RES I DENCE NEAars cEssSseEN Man Grumblers. { Hes™ ries on her and consent there with to make her during a art of every year. his home ongiderable Guarded by Detectives. K Miss has public in pp's charitable disposi Enown to the general Germany, with the that she receives, on an average, over result ly begzing letters a d 0 letters daily entreatin t some position hy and Z her tc the works tc young man. i 14 her daily requesting her ar- ot of Begzing for Over institutions in all Quite a number i1 other ar Krupp parts gh them i she works of ghree Krupp B inconveniences which aie e zily ned to E erors and Kings weal and the ¥ ke her a arounc When n her private gr d when she trav 2 I 1, m L N I i HELT GIRL IN WORLD WHERE MisSS e SE perv es irksome in extreme. she submits, recognizing the necessity of the precautionary measure: FORTUNE wAS <RuPePR 'S SEOUNDED oo o elaborate The Kal takes the kesnest interest as w the Em- < in the welfare of Miss Krupp, whose sonal aff: BHARDT. =2 = - sia Lcst Art Found 3zling day young to be of wealth . ry. He is hough barely of xercise his in- uch an extent that M acted the attention of - moted scientists connected vernment at Washington. «Croy bases his hope of g ile fortune and Incidentaily ving = tablet in the “Hsl of fame” ome s discovery of whEl isycounsidered one of the jost arts. IE of tem- pering copper. He bas ly given practica] demonstration ol bis discov. ery. and those who have the tests have proseunced théfh nething short of marvelous. courting in the think it's right nad id, in expianation oidest boarder, a crusty bache- she ow the two young people sat ght, typifying the two sec ne of the country from which they Francesca, gentle, clinging rooping. in the flerce strugie for eace in the great Northern city, from the clameor of trains clang of surface ears at longing for the mellow d the voice of the night- old Seuthern home. Dick, ert, quick, fascinated by the opp itles which had drawn him from a Midwest farm He had brought nerypus energy and strong, vigorous blood—and New York loves to sap live off them both. They had met the commercial highway—and At least Dick was quite sure on his side. To-night—well hardly knew what was ome. overhead, moonlight a nga in her on loved. of it Francescs wrong to-night. whole da; to ourselves to-mgr- row, sweetheart,” he was saying. “Yes,” replied Francesca, bitterly. “That’s what all the giris were say- ing te-day. You'd think we were slaves—and—well, we are!™ Dick looked at her in surprise. Then t be aiways. Do yeu hat lttle venture arried and e corner lot.” e commauter, and ness’ through the day.” wrong at the shop? Weil, mind, to-morrow we'll have the whele day—" - “Don’t say that again,” she com- manded, then corrected herself quick- I mean—where shall we go?” “If you don’t mind, I'd like to take a few flowers out to one of the ceme- Then, seeing the surprise in , he added hastily: “Not that one buried around here! only at home on Decoration day we always put flowers on the soldiers’ graves, and I guess we can find plenty of ‘em around here. Then we'll go down to one of the beaches on the boat. We won't get off; just take the water ride.” Francesca’s hands were clasped tightly over her crossed khees. “You can do as you like. I'll mever decorate a Federal soldier’s grave, Dick Merrill, never! If it had not been for that war I'd not be in this dread- ful, dreadful eity, working—working like a slave for $I5 a week. with giris who don’t know how to dress, to talk, to act. My people always had money, but my grandfather was killed in your BY CICELY ALLEN. Copyright. 1904, by M. WOOD. S * war; my father could not regain what the war had swent away. He died struggling with the problem, and my mother followed with a broken heart. I hate the North, even though I had to come and ask it for bread. And you ask me to decorate the graves of men who devastated my home!” T didn’t think, Francesca dear; hon- estly I didn't. You see we've always kept the day. My folks fought on the other side, and then I gZuess I'm a bit oid-fashioned. It seems naturai to g0 to the cemetery, and I didn't think of how you might feel.” “That’s it, you didn’t think. You'll never understand me,” the girl said in low, passionate tones. “There's the Mason and Dixon line between us. You Nerthern men are so differ- ent. You're all business and dollars. You get us Seuthern girls up here and grind our lives out.™ Dick looked serious now. forced a smile. “If the North had not claimed your talents,” dear, we would never.have met,” he said, and it was her cue to soften, but she did not take it.* “Oh, I hate it, I hate it—the air, the noise, the rushe It has no com- pensation: She did not mean it just that way, Bat he but Dick took the words literally. "He od up suddenly and very st T am s Francesca, that thick I cannot make you happy.” And when she looked up he had left T om, so quietly that she could e the move had been taken by vigorous, staiwart Dick Merrill B B = . . - She did not cgme down to breakfast the next morning. and when Mrs. Miller appeared at her bedside with 2 cup of coffee and some golden brown toast, the sound of muffled drums in the dis- tance told her that the parade was in maotion. “Dear me, suz, but the house seems quiet! It's funny hew all New Yerk do~s make the most of a holiday. Mr. Merrill said you weren't feeling weil, bat I think it would have done you good to go out.™ Franecesca sipped at her coffee with- out replying. ems as if I just must go my- self, but Lizzie. she was set on taking the day off. and she’s such a good heip I didn't want to cross her. But I do hate tq miss going to the ceme- tery. Isnt ¥t funny, Mr. Merrill and I coming from the same town? I knew just hew he feit this morning when he said he'd go out and decorate some graves. We always djd it at home, with the G. A. R. at the head of the procession and the children carrying the flowers and wreaths. ~I didn’t lose anybedy close in the war, as near as [ can remember, but it meant a lot to Dick Merrill's folks.” you Francesca looked up suddeniy. 3 he ever told you?" Mrs. Mil- “Weil, mebbe t the war was a tender subject Southerners. Why, his enlist and took his h him. All four of em ed among the unknown dead somewheres south of the Masen and Dixon line. Mary Ann Merrill—that's Dick’s mother—she somehow couldn’t make things go. and she wound up in the poor farm. Yes, thers were plenty of folks that toek to the poor farms after the war. But Dick, he wasn't the kind to stay there. Blood will tell, and be had more of his fa- ther’s blood than his mother’s in him. When T see him, so straight and gocd- looking, so weil dressed and carrying himself as if he expected to own NeW York before he got dome, [ say that blood will tell every time. There's ome folks that even having their whole family wiped out bty the war wen't down—and thot's the sort Dick s. My laws, there's that bell again. Dun‘t you want any mere toast? Well, you'd better come down after a while and we'll have a little lunch. None of the boarders wili be home before din- ner time.” But one of the boarders did come in very soon. He had a florist’s box in his hand and he walked quietly inte Mrs. Miller's sitting-room. where Francesca, looking a bit pale from her headache. but very sweet and gentle, rose at his entrance. “Oh, Dick. have you come back for me? Is it too late to go?" “I guess we won't go, Francesca. Yo 73 - understand—and these are ¥ imstead.” you and I will go. gether, dear. as I who didn't understand. and we must have m- mon interests, dear heart We can't afford to let the old feud come between us of the third generation. We'll scat- ver the graves of veeving from behind the the basement, smiled us ‘T had made the whole day Wheat Eaters A strong point made by the four mill magnates of the West is thai any considerable number of the ns of China shall call for fleur, the entire wheat-growing area of the world will not be safficient to supply the demand. “Even if all Japan should become Jour-eating people.”™ whole available supply : Coast would provide this commedity for enly 20 per cent of the population of kingdom.” There rod. hat a greater por- the tants of Japan will acquire the b of using flour. It was represented to the Mikado by his ablest advisers that in meodeling the Japanese army on the latest military standard of the modern powers the important matter of diet had been overlooked. tion of