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DAILY LOVE STORY. fA SAINTLY SINNER. By E. M. GILMER. FEE NNR SAE ___ Woprright, 191, by Da'.y tory Pud. Co.) HEN handsome Jack Orton an- W nounced his engagement to Marian & Harding to his sister, she, delng © disereet woman, only lifted an eyebrow, and asked him {f he was quite sure his choice was a wise one. The girl be. longed to a very different world from the gay, fashlonable, pleanure-necking one In which they were such conapicuous figures. “Bhe ts an angel,” he had cried en thustastically, and his sister had made a mock gesture of despair. It s, however, the province of earthly angels to alwayx judge their fellow creatures hardly, and Marian delivered many a sermon to Jack on hin w ness and wickedness, which th hearted, loving. Kenerous fellow re- @eived with outward meekners and in- ward mirth. Finally they quarrelled over some question about a woman whom Jack @efended, and the girl had given him back hie ring, quoting self-righteously gomething about being unequally yoked with an unbellever. He went away. Soon after Marian's family lost all their Little wealth. One afternoon just as things were at thelr worst with her, when she had only ten dollars left and the numberless im- portunities of the home and atck room were calling for it she went to seo a Jockey, crippled in a race, whom ashe sometimes went to care for tn his Il- ness, and he grected het with shining eyes. “Bay, Miss,” he said, ‘Ben, he'n me aide partner, he was here yesterday, an’ he give me a dead straight tip, an’ U'll put yer next. Anita's just got a walk over." “Anita, who's she?" inquired Marian vaguely. The hoy gaaped. une don't know Anita? By gee, she's a race mare, an’ say, de talent ain't on to her. Say, It's motn’ to be a hundred to one shot. Geo, don't 1 wish I was out of dis!” and he moved impatiently, “Hurdred to one shot, repeated Ma- “Ehucka,"’ he crled, and then talking very slowly as if explaintag things to a child: “Youse puts up one dollar, an’ Ge bookies pays you one hundred ef yduse win out.” “A bet." Marian exclaimed; “but Aoean't somebody lone? “De bookles dis time, sure," replied the boy with conviction, “but dey's dead loaded wid boodle, an’ it's a charity to Felleve ‘em. Say, gimme a@ ten, an’ let Ben put it up for ye Din ain't no graft. It's a lead pipe cinch." In the end Marian did. On the way home she told herself that {t was be- cause the money was to une for others. but fn her soul she knew she had been tempted, and had succumbed, just Ike every other alnner, but all her miner- able self-righteousness was swept away and she understood and pitied and joved as she had never done before all the “great sinning, struggling, sufferinz brotherhood of mankind. As the tov had predicted, Anita won, and the next time she went to the hospital he pu: im her hands a great roll of bills, but for answer she only guthered alm in ber arms. “Oh, Tom, Tom," she cried, “I am nothing but a common, wicked gambler!" “Naw yer ain't," the boy returned Alsgumediy, “yer ain't got de nerve. Yer ain't nothing but a bloomin’ saint.” 3 ‘That night a very humble letter went| © te Jack's ciud, and being forwarded brought that gentleman in a few days to Marian's door. Without one word she fled to Jack's arms and sobbed out her story on his breast—her temptation, her ain, and her Yielding. When she waa done he looked at her with @ very grave nmile in hiv eyes. ‘ ‘“Bweetheart,” he sald, "you were very earthly as an angel, but you are stmply heavenly as a sinner," and for the first time in her life Marian understood, WHAT COLORS SIGNIFY. UITE ts the emblem of truth, faith, Joy, religious purity and if In the Judge tt Indicates intex- rity; in woman, chastity 4 Blue, or the sapphire, expresses eaven, truth from a celestial origin, fdelity, loyalty and constancy. Red, the ruby, symbolizes passion, fire and divine love. Green, the emerald, ts the ooler of |< pring, of hope—particularly of the ope of victory, fame and of tmmoral- ity, as the color of the laurel and palm, Vielet,, the amethyst, embiematizes Jove end truth, passion and suffering, je ts the color of royalty. ke aymbolizes grief, mourning, de- Ir, darkne: earthliness, negation, and 4 “BECAUSE.” ECAUBE I am My Love's I'll keop my life Washed clean of thought or deed; Ama bear my heart with ever Steadfast need BAke @ shut ro: through days of Gusty strife, And keep it for My Love with sweetness rife, ery soll tn Because I am My Love's I'll rise at dawn, Aad hasten to my toll, and toll- ing, sing That trom my own poor talent there may spring ) Gomething for My Love's eyes to smile upon, wae make good the empty yearn agon is might—to prove my 0) ive that, in some distant His Sovereign Lord the King, by the grace of God, &., earning his salary all the year by distributing medals to men in A lifetime's practice has made His Nobody who saw him get- Khaki from the trackless velit. Majesty very adopt at that sort of thing. ting through his work at the Horse Guards the other morning There wore some hundreds of medals A ewift pass could fall to admire his skill. to be dispenacd, hut he faced the ordeal with stolcism. with the right hand, threo murmured words of congratulation and he was ready for the next comor. help reflocting that a slot machine would have been equally eMcient and less costly. ATE CAREW ABROAD. A Royal Distributing Machine. B80 / Mr, MacTavish (who has never seen an ear-trumpet)—Ni ma mannie; ye canna’ play that thing here.—The King. A * TOUCHING” REPLY. Mother—Reginald, I told you not to ask visitors for pennies, Wahoos 1 didn't. 1 asked him for a quarter. 2|THE PRIZE-FIGHT, THE LOADED GLOVES has been It wae admirable, but I couldn't ALP DARIADDG A | Castle Garden into Buttery Park. Published by the Press Publishing Company, 63 to 6) PARK ROW, New York Entered at the Post-Oifice at New York as Becond-Class Mall Matter. AND THE WISE AND GOOD REFEREE. Just as the prize- fight was about to begin the referee, examining the gloves, found’sewed in the back of each of the gloves of one of | ‘ the prize-fighters a strip of lead. seellent!” he said with enthusiasm. INA 4 “Tt's going to be a splendid fight.” “But,” objected the other fighter, “I have no lead in my gloves. I don’t believe in fight- ing with loaded gloves, anyhow. Surely you’re not going to leave him those gloves?” “I most certainly am,” replied the referee with a benevolent): smile. “I’m doing it for your sake. Think, man, how much greater |; your triumph if you knock omt this fellow in spite of his loaded gloves!” ‘ Moral—True and wise benevolence consists in making the} handicap on decency as heavy as possible. That is doubtleas why Gov. Odell is leaving the Croker-Devery | prize-fighter the lead strip af the Police Department, worth 40,000 additional votes at the very lenst. THE SHRINKING OF THE EARTH. This planet on which we live is small—and growing smaller all] the time. ‘ Many conceptions of the earth still current in school text-|' books, and even in books of greater pretensions, encourage you—if you have not thought much about it—to think of it as “the great]. big world.” ‘ A ball with a diameter of nearly 8,000 miles, a land surface |: of over 51,000,000 square milés and an ocean surface of 126,000,000 | ; % square miles, whercon about 1,500,000,000 of How To w @PALLY GREAT ¢ viorory. 3 ¢ ONLY BIG . . * $ on paren. § human beings “live, move and have their Leeccccccccoest boing,” does seem a rather large affair. Nevertheless the shrinking of the globe is going on so fast for|' police purposes that criminals will soon have to give up entirely the idea of “flying from justice.” Tho seas are becoming no larger than horsc-ponds and continents no bigger than villages, so far}: us they are concerned. ¢ Thus, for example, Samuel Abraham killed Anthony J. Mulish |‘ about three months ago out in Wyoming, and “fled the country.” |: That is, he thought he fled it. Te travelled far over land and over sea, for 10,000 miles, and fancied he was at least 9,000 miles beyond the eyes and enrs and hands of justice. But a telegraph operator told the story of his crime to the wires, the wires hummed it to the coast, where another operator told it to the cable, and the cable teceesevces eon hummed it to tho depths of the sea, till it was : ett hae dea, {told to the land wires again at Cape Town, in Geccccccceooet South Africa, and finally found him in Kim- berley more easily and surely than fifty years ago it would have followed him from New York to Chicago. A few more ocean cables, a few more extradition treaties, and |< a little more tightening of those bands of civilization that make it all mankind’s interest to prevent and punish crime, and the world |: will be too small for law-breakers to live in. “AMERICA IS OPPORTUNITY.” Fifty-three years ago a man with a hand-organ came out of |; Gripping his free hand tight was a little boy, whose dark eyes | « were wide with wonder at the new world. All their wealth was a light lond on the |‘ man’s back. ITe was sorry that he could not Deccccecccooett add to it a monkey; it would have helped busi-| 4 ness, He wondered how soon he could send to Italy for the rest of |% his family. The man and boy went to live near Five Points. The very name is almost forgotten; “Hell’s Kitchen” of to-day is a Sunday- school in a health resort by comparison with it. They left New York as soon as they could, a reunited family, the dear ones from home joining them. Ths boy has now gono back to Italy. He came on a shelf in a sailing packet. He goes—a man of wealth and of useful in- fluence, which is better—in a fine stateroom on an ocean greyhound to represent his new oountry in the very important post of Consul at Turin. For him, as Emerson said, “America ts onportunity."” Tt is op- portunity to-day, for any boy who comes up from Ellis Island or anywhere else with the will to succeed. VIEW oF $ ONANGES COME. ‘Mr, Hiland—There has been 1 great change in the weather. Mr, Halket—Oh, yes; all things come to him who waits.—Pittsburg Chronicle- ‘Telegraph. EXPLAINED. ea Mrs. Goodeole—To what do you attribute your appetite for strong drmk? Ia] 5 it hereditary? Dear Mre Ayer: and who boards In my house. bashtut. Don’t Make Yourself Cheap, for wives and who are a |worth having do not at all care for a/ vice. re (8 « young man employe in a girl whom any man can get acquainted| +7 depends altogether | Give me a little adv: atore across the way from where I live with and any man can make tetenda| | fe Sacater nant th ae I lke| with. They want a girl who thinks him and he at leset pretends to like me| enough of herself to be a little exclu- by smiling and bowing whenever we meet; but we never speak. teen and I am sixteen, and he Is very | Dear Sire Ayer: KITTY, | 1 have been keeping company with a ¥ you really are not a child, thea you| young man about nlx months, and I will watt in a womanly manner for thought a great deal of him until a the young mean to make your ac-/ahort time ago, when he promised 1o quaintance properly. The girl who runs! call and take me to a party, but when after a man ‘s usually the girl who| the time came never showed up. At the lives to be en old maid, or who picks up| party thie young man asked me for the whet te called ‘crooked wtick" of a/first dance. husband. Young men whe lool Tam not a child. themselves; on Rood terms, I would Bu your sd- Show This Yo Ho ts eigh-|Give Him the Benefit of the Doubt. I treated him very, cooll; ae Endl erer conve tres welperieeitees ‘Wrageon Tettere—No, lady; it's thirat.—Philadaiphia Press. HE TRICK THAT FAILED. Suggestion by F. M. Howarth. EBRD 2LOLOREOROREEDESD ODDS ODIO 25:22 2 88909OOO200-00-0 Brother Rushboncs—I'll fix dat ole mewl s0's dere won't be no balkin’ when I wants to get to market in 2 hurry. “Dat's jes’ der greatest idea on erf. I s'pose I’se kin read dis yere papah now.” “Guess I’se bettah look to dat animal. He doan't ‘pears to be goin' as fast as he usetor.” PROHIBITIVE Tramp—'Ello, mister! Would yer mind givin’ me a lift os far as Brentford? I'll work my passage, Bosthauier—Orl right, mate. Take ‘old o' the ‘orse's ‘ead an’ lead!—Funch. e COMFORTING, Miss Sere—Ohh, my dear Misa Belle, I've been through the same {llness myself, and there is no reason why, in a few wecks' tline, you shouldn't look just as well as I do!—Punch. GOEDLEDE HE DIDS DGOE DOSES § DC OG OHOHOGTE3 144400. sono = Man the Doo: READER. | pear sre Ayer: you really care for this yout.g man. | going with « young man. T have been| taken my folks’ advice I would huve He was al-| had nothing to do with him, as they| advice. How could I get into conver- | ANXIOUS, | LOVERS’ TROUBLES caneruuty conser? HARRIET HUBBARD AYER. him about this he told me that he| do not speak to him. I only know him thought he was a free man. If I had| by aight. But I am very anxious to speak to him. Kindly let me have your It fe possible there !s somo misun-| ways very nice to me and treated me did not Iike him, one reason being| sation with him? | derstanding of the promise to call and|.with great respect until he escort you, or that the young man can) better position in another town. But explain his behavior, which was so very | while calling on me he would go to my rude. |desk and read over the letters that T If you would really Itke to resume received from other friends of mine. your acquaintance with him, sive him|He would then call me down for the: iT If he bas no Jegitimate excuse your| changed man in every way, He did nel received a| that he was cot of my religion. HERE |s every resson why you should give this most disagrecable {all why you should continue to receive ‘an opportunity to straighten things out.| When he returned home I found him "| his attentions. * a By all means take the advice of your Dest plan will be to close the acquain-| seem to be the same at all. He drank People and give the rude and unpleas- tance. A, man | bo] will purpeeety treat (he never had while he wae at ath nea) ant young person bis final dismissal: a vi et mm by Seems pele ae ety ae ‘Sat ila mae ae ANNIE 61MMONS. of Tore wth 0 reeng mew. 315 ~ Y es, grandpop; a mewl as hao served in two wars knows a thing or two.” 19 O562904-2 0928009962663 THE TYRANNY = OF THE VEIL, HOW TO ADJUST IT. O you know that it's jolly geea fun to watch a girl put on Bem vell?_ If you, haven't that splen- Mid soul-warming quality—an apprecia- tion of the humorous—you may never have noticed, says the Chicago Record- Herald, that when a girl tles one of these filmy witcheries about her head she screws up her nose, does things! with her mouth, puta her eyebrows in strange and unaccountable tangles and maken faces generally, Firat the veil ts patted and stretched and looked at critically, Just as @ girl eyes the bad graces of a woman she doca not love. It {s held up to the Ught and Inspected carefully, for while this Is not at all necesmry {t ts cus- tomary and na habit. Eve did it, if she had a vell. If she put scaweed over her face sho looked at its meshes care- fully and wondered which sido up they should go. Observe, the girl as she tries first to stretch the vell over her hat brim. Her eyes swecp upward, downward and’ from side to side after the fashion of those queer advertising pickaninnies that stand in the windows of cigar- Shops. She takes in all the various lines, folds, crinklas and flappy places, P| atter which she makes a mouth and tries to hitch that vetl thereto. If she ®|had a picture of herself at that stage @|how happy that girl fecle. It's worth OUNG girls cannot make ad- vances to young men without run- ning the risk of the lose of eateem| uwWhere Are the Tallest Ment”, of the very young men whose xood opin- young man up, and no reason ati jon they most desire, There is nothing so Vulgar av the girl‘who runs after men or tries to seek thelr society. You cannot possibly know whether you are in love with this young man or not. You may Uke his appearance or be at: it You: aro tin love atracted ‘being of the fun she'd never be vain, you! may be sure of that. Such facial calisthentea! Such queer manipulations of the eyebrow. Te it not remarkable how many kinds of & face one face can be? If you do not think so, watch a girl put on her veil. ‘According to actual statistics, the pro- cess of vel; attaching takes about sim and a half minutes, Of course, there are girls, who put on tholr veils in a hurry, but they are usually the ones whore hairpins are alwnys moulting and whose belts hike up where they should hike down, and vice versa. Unless « vell is put on Just so it would bettdr not be put on at all. If she doesn’t have to remove her hat entirely, untie the vell and “do” her hair all over she's In great good luck. Stray, hairs that dangle over one's nose are vory aggravating. They never assert themselves until it fe extremely inoon- vorient to capture them. It ta much Hke playing blind-man’s buff with nothing. But when the task ts finished and the {i yell {s all neatly and trimly arranged, the trouble, especially if the veil ts of the bevitchingly becoming variety. Why? Because the friendly little bit of nothing hides behind its meshy forma- tlons every speckle, freckle and imper- fection of the complexion. They are not velle—they are beautifiers and dainty nets all ready for their catch of mascu, line hearts. Here's to the veil! Long may it mal: us lovely! Never mind 1f we do sore; up queer and curious faces when we getting our faces into it. It's sror; price and Jo tame trouble—and more LETTERS | THE PEOPLE. EVERYBODY'S COLUMN ~—_—_—_—_——s~ Scores Landlorda, To the Biltor of The Hrening Werldt T have read Magistrate Cra: warn- ing to landlords, and without any exag- eration I believe that little speech of the sympathetic Magistrate ts attracting more qitlet attention from citizens of New York and vicinity than anything that has been said in a long time. Mag intrate Crane points out in a quiet, gen- tlemanly manner the leading cause of crime. It Is the heartiemsness of land- lords that drives thousands upon thou- sands of well-meaning persons from re- spectability to sorrow and disgrace. Magistrate Crane probably had this in mind when he sald:) “The landlord, a rule, has no feeling.” W.HG How Mach Longer? To the FAltor of The Evening World: How much longer will tho ol4-tima horge-cara continue to creep through this fair Gotham of ours? They are as far behind the times as the stage-coach or {chthyosaurus. Let us get a move on and cease belng a Inughing stock to even slumberous Philadelphia, by de- manding and getting cable or electria cars on every street line. That would be better rapid transit than the tunnel. H. Y. SARNDERS, Sr. Says Vacations Are Toe Long. To the Piltor of The Evening World: I am the employer in @ large offca , My employees all expect from a week 19 a fortnight’s vacation every summer and want thelr pay to go on. In other words, they want me to pay them char- {ty money for tne they are idle. Their only exctise js, “It te custe ary!" Now, 1 demand, that we omyloyers get_to- gether anf tap this vacation nonsenee I'm willing If necessary to give em, ployees three days’ vacation, but mo more. Who is with me? DUANE STREET EMPLOYER. Cut-Rate Fares, To the KAlter of The Fvening World: When are we to have three-cent street car and "1." far It's high time. Tho companies make enough and it would really pay them. Also, why not have one-cent postal stamps tn place of the present two-cent ratcn for lottera? The Government could well afford it. This would help every one, M. 8. G. Scores Trailing Skirts. ‘To the HAltor of The Evening World: Ladles at present are wearing rificu- lous, hideous trailing skirts that sweep up dust and microbes and make men step on them all the time. Of all silly feminine fashions this is the worst. Who; can aay one word In Its favor? j crnte, / je Editor of The Evening World: ' 1 claim in the Middle Atlantic States are the tallest, Qnest-bullt men. But my friend says in parts of Kentucky and ‘Tennessee the average man Js at least @ aix-footer. Another friend says foreign- ers | (eepectally jy| than American: Where, readers, sre the tallest men? — Englishmen) are taller’ . | 4 l i { ¥

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