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knowing my fate. I love you, love
you as never loved woman before"
/ 1t did not seem to him any disloyalty
to the dead to tell her this. His love
for Rose had been greater by far than
Roses love for him, yet that love had
been
"As moonlight unto Sunlight, as water unto
wine"
in comparison to the all-absorbing pas
sion which held possession of him now.
Mignon trembled before it.
"You love me-me?' she cried, in
credulously. "Ah, if you knew all you
would hate me, despise me, pity me,
and-leave me.h
Il do know ALL" declared Power.
confidently. ''Rose had no secrets
fppm me. Knowing all, love you, l
love you'll love you"
She gave him one glance. All, no,
he did not know all. One part of the
secret known by Rose Sangerford had
never been told him; if it were told to
him now, Mignon knew that he would
| turn from her, leave her at any cost to
himself. He must leave her, she said
to herself; and tried to utter firm re-
fusal of his suit, but her tongue faltered,
her eyes fell; her conscious heart
quailed before the truth, that her own
heart had gone out to him against her
own will.
az must refuse him-I mustr' she
said, but she did not. She yielded, as a
loving woman always yields, before a
mans stronger will.
| They were married a month later, and
sailed for Spain via Panama. Power
had observed before this shrinking
horror for everything which connected
her with her past life.
"If could blot it all out i could be
happy now" she said to him, and he
began the blotting-out process by giving
her the name which always came most
readily to his lips. She was Mignon no
longer, but Rose
There had been no intentional deceit
at first, but two years later they met
Senior Alverez in Spain, and he greeted
them without a suspicion that this was
other than the girlish Madame Oliphant
he had known before, with complexion
spoiled by Yellow Jack and figure
changed by time.
Her hair, which came out after the
fever, had come IN IN SnOW-whlte rings,
blanched by trouble and remorse
greater than Power Oliphant knew, and
it had been her caprice from the first to
color it golden, the one vanity, her hus-
band laughingly said, of Mrs. Oliphant' S
life.
As years went on, the tide of travel
brought quite number of persons who
had known Power ELEPHANTS first wife
across their path, and no one fathomed
the fact that this was not Rose Sanger
ford They had never met one who had
ever known Mignon Almont, and there
in the secret lay. Fair, gentle Rose
Sangerford's pretty features were soon
forgotten, but the looks of the siren, La
June, fingered too forcibly to evade the
memory.
| Whether she was ever happy woman
may be fairly doubted There was a
secret in her life which poisoned all hap
piness; and under her passionate love
for her husband and her daughter was
a bitter depth of undyingremorse which
was never wholly forgotten.
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HER LIES SECRET.

BY JENNIE DAVIS BURTON.
Author Of "Stranoc,y We'd The Thornhtrst
Mystery" The Mdddest Marriage Ertr
Was,'' " Cecps Secret" "a Mer-
ciless Foe" etc., etc.
Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-06-14
Our Young Folks.
An OLD PROTERB.

Pouting, my darling, because it rains,
And flowers droop, and the rain is falling,
And drops are blurring the window panes,
And a moaning wind through the lane Is
calling!
Crying, and wishing the sky was clear.
And roses again on the lattice twining!
All, well, remember, my foolish dear,
"'Tis easy to laugh when the sun is shin
fng!"
When the world is bright and fair and gay,
And glad birds sing in the fair June
weather,
And summer is gathering, night and day,
Her golden chaice of sweets together,
When blue seas answer the sky above,
And bright stars follow the days declining,
Why. then, tits no merit to smile, my love;
"'Tis easy to- laugh when the sun is shin
ing!"
But this is the time the heart to test,
When Winter is near, and storms are howl
ing,
And the earth from under her frozen vest
Looks up at the sad sky. mute and Sowing;
The brave little spirit should rise to meet
The seasons gloom and the days repining;
And this is the time to be glad; for, sweet, 81
Ills easy to laugh when the sun is shin
ing !"
Wide -AlCdhe.
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scorching midsummer sun falls with !
white glare upon the thin roofs and
fiimsy walls of their tenement homes,
the children can be taken out of the
narrow closets where they sleep, and
the steaming cutters where they swarm
like big black flies, and set down in the
center of the children's playground,
which is the country, new glow will
be kindled in their cheeks, and they
will be the children they were meant to
be-not little old men and little old
women.
Now, this is the work of what is
called The Tribune Fresh-Air Fund. -
People who are rich or have moderate
means furnish the money for the chill
dren's travelling expenses, sending it to
the Tribune newspaper. Last summer
there were more than fifteen hundred
generous persons, many of them chill
dren themselves, who gave money for
this purpose, the contributions amount
ing to $21, 556.91. With this sum, $500
of the poor children of New York were
taken into the country, given holiday
of two weeks, and carried back to their
tenement homes. While their travelling
expenses were paid by the contributors
to the Fund, the children were the in
vited guests of farmers and other hos
pitable people living in the country.
During the spring, seventy-ive public
meetings were held in as many villages
in New York, Connecticut, New Jersey,
Massachusetts,, Vermont, and other
States, and arrangements were made
with committees and clergymen in as
many other localities and when the
kind-hearted entertainers in the country
were ready to receive them, the children
were sent out from the city in large
companies, and distributed among the
villages.
The manager of the Fresh-Air Fund
is Willard Parsons, a bachelor clergy
man, who has adopted the poor children
of New York for his own. Hale and
hearty, with ruddy face and an eye
twinkling with good humor, he has q
heart br1mful of kindness for neglected
children, and the energy of twenty men.
He it was who devised this simple and
effective plan of entertaining in the
country the poorest of poor children
living in New York and Brooklyn The
experiment was tried six years ago,
when he had a country parish in Penn
sylvania, and now he is making this the
business of his life. The first year,
sixty children were taken into the
country. Last year, 5000 children had
an outing in green fields and pastures
new. 1t is a charity as popular as it is
beautiful, for every heart is touched by
the sorrows of neglected childhood.-L
N. Ford, in st. Nicholas.
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FOREIGN GOSSIP.


Expenditure for military affairs in
Germany is constantly increasing.
The bank account of John Brown,
Queen Fictoria's favorite servant. re-
Gently deceased, is said to reach nearly
S5,000,OO0.
AT recent sale in Leipzig, George
Washington autograph brought 1923. 75.
Peter the Greats S27.75, Mary, Queen
of Scots. $50 and Marie Antoinette's
$115.25.
1t is announced that Warsaw is to
be made one of the most strongly for
titled places in Europe by the construc-
ton of fourteen new forts, on which
work is TO besbegun at once. q > a.
The last report on Kew Garilens,
near London, contains an account Of
the cow tree of Venezuela. From the
trunk. when cut, exudes somewhat
glutinous liz lid. whose flavor is of
cream. with slightly balsamic taste
Seeds planted in India are thriving (
The Frankfurter Zeitung made ar
engagements for special collections of
funds for the sufferers from the recent
floods in Germany. The recapitulation
published shows that 136,931 marks
was received. OF this sum Germany
supplied 81 1000 marks, America $4,000,
and England 10000. -. -.
Some of the best English Jockeys
are women; daughters of farmers or of
country squires who have lost their
fortunes. They have been accustomed
TO ride to hounds from their childhood,
are perfectly fearless, and their light
weight in the saddle makes them de-
sirable rs jockeys. Charles Kingsley's
poem of Lorraine Loree" has one of
these women jockeys for his heroine.
Lady Strafford, who was a shining
light in the higher ranks of English ar
istocracy one hundred years ago. wrote
of the death struggle of her favorite
dog. 'poor charming Fubs." as fol-
lows: GAS it leved soc it died, full of
4ov leening its head on my bosom,
never offered to snap at anybody in its
horrid tortur but nussle its head to us
and loock earnestly upon me and Sue,
whoe cryed for thre days as if it had
been for chile or husband. s.
"A curious exhibition has lately
been on view in the north of London
1t consisted of nothing but an array of
cigar ends collected during seven years
peregrinations up and down the metro
politan thoroughfares. The enterpris-
ing collector reckOns that in this time
he has travelled nearly $4,000 miles on
foot. and he has picked up 10000
pieces of cigar, averaging an inch and
half each. He is said to have valued
his stock, thus literally composed of
odds and ends, at 81 800.
One of the most important crops
of South Africa is that of the black
caterpillar. The negroes leave their
villages in large companies to go into
1t is preserved for use by pressing out
the intestines, drying the remains be-
fore a fire and rolling in wilted leaves.
White ants and fat crickets are, delica-
cies which the common people scarcely
ever eat, as it is regarded as the special
food of kings and potentates. Frogs.
lizards and snakes are not considered
fit to eat by these people.
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The Dude.

In the course of an interview by a
Journal representative, Miss Kate Field
was asked for her opinion concerning
the dude.
Holding up her hands in a gesture of
utter depreciation she exclaimed: 1.-The
dude is my horror-a creature who fills
me with disgust. OF all the social ex-
cresences inflicted upon that peculiar
American bulb called society," deem
him the most useless kind of fungus.
Has he one redeeming point? If he has,
pray tell me, for can not find it. He
has no individuality, no manhood, TO
quality, even of the most incipient or
der, and all that l can see that he is
good for is to nurse his cane and flatten
his nose at club window Now in
England the British dude is usually a
helpless kind of young man upon whom
the accident of birth has fallen. His
parents have money, and there is raj
son d etre for his existence. Here there
is, or should be, none. / can scarcely
suppose for the credit of my nationali-
ty that he is an outgrowth of our re-
publican system-for, if he is, it is a
strong argument against republics"
Have you any proposition for the
extinction of the dude?"
.,,'.Uo you know that think we might
borrow useful hint from the Chinese
method of overcoming the difficulty
There, [ am told. when the population
of a given constituency is larger than
convenience warrants it is customary
for State officials to 90 around every
morning, gather up the female babies,
put them in bag and lay them care
fully away where they'll never trouble
anybody. Now if the dudes were treated
in similar fashion they would soon pass
out of existence and the world would
hear no more of them. Really, in the
interests of the great majority, think
the plan has its merits. Iss. fs...-
Gould YOU not draw me a picture of
the dude?''
''Take strip of something that for
the sake of convenience we will call
man-which, by the way, is a gross
libel on man. Around its neck place a
tight collar, enshrouded with hideous
scarf and breastpin. Put upon it a
silk hat and a cutaway coat. Clothe
its lower extremities with pants wherein
calves were never meant to grow. In
it's hand cane, and on its feet boots
that creak at every step in limp;ng
measure. Place cigarette in its mouth;
teach it brief vocabulary of adverbs
and adjectives commencing with i'm
mensely clever, and finishing with, see
you later, you know, and in my humble
opinion you obtain fair conception of
the brains and capacity of the Ameri-
can dude. But let us change the sub
ject-it is not enlightening. ~. 7.
Journal
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passes, a jagged rent half-a-dozen feet

passes, jagged rent half-a-dozen feet
in diameter.
But now the tide has reached its flood.
The old watcher on shore seizes a dirty
white flag and waves it frantically to
the distant boatmen. The negro hands
wake stupidity from slumber and, rubbing
their eyes, take their places at the poles
of the windlass. The sleepy horse, too,
is reused to animation by lusty thump
on the vertebral column, and under
stress of man and horsepower the
great wheel begins to revolve and the
long rope totighten< The distant tri-
RENE also has been reused into life, the
anchor weighed, and eighteen pair of
biceps are pulling the craft upstream,
while>the net pays out astern. Two or
three row boatssact as sort of skirmish
IIine % TIE QUITE semicircle of floats to
warn off intruding sloops and schooners.
A half hour suffices to pay out all the
coiled up meshes and connect the fur
Their end by fresh rope with another
windlass quarter efa mile from where
the first wheel is turning. The net
with its land ropes now includes a vast
semicircle of water. Standing at the
center, one cannot see, so far is it, the
line of floats at the outer line. The
hauling at both ends is done slowly, for
the strain Is enormous; and when the
rope has brought in the net to shore
the widlass has to be dispensed with, as
the meshes would be torn on the
machinery. Now follows the most Gu
rious spectacle of all. The negroes,
protected by rubbers reaching far up
on the thighs, dash into the water.
Each has a shoulder sash made from
a thick strip of netting ending at the
waist in slip moose Of cord, which by
means of peg is quickly passed over
the float rope of the net and fastened.
Then, bending their shoulders shore
ward, they walk up the strand, drag
cling the net, and each in turn losing
his knot to take his place once more
at the river end of the human line. 1t
is long and monotonous pull, lasting
for an hour, that follows, but the pic
turesque figures of the negroes, their
occasional shouts or songs, the gathered
crowds on the bank, and the strange
forms of snag, or stone, or weed, that
the net brings in, make constant inter-
/ est and excitement. Sometimes it is
pioneer fish that breaks the, surface, or
huge tree-bough from the muddy
Delaware bottom. or an eek which, in
advance Of it's fellows, has been caught
in the coils and is brought in squirming
to its fate. When one sees, however,
the immense toll and power needed to
handle one of these colossal seines,
much of"the poetry'of fishing is marred
by the expense. Not counting equip
ment or horses, some forty or fifty men
are needed id the various processes of
paying. coiling and dragging the seine.
about twenty-five dollars a month and
board, by labor whose exposure, hard
ship and strain. can not easily be under
rated-COr. N. y Post.
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Little Sunshine's Vail.

Don't ask me if little Sunshine was
pretty, because I don't, know-nobody
ever did know; and this was the reason
why, she had a very wonderful vail, and
whenever ANYBODY spoke to her, or even
| looked at her, she would draw it over
| her face, and YOU could not tell whether
her ewes were blue or brown. or whether
her skin was fair or dark; You only
| knew this wonderful vail made you
think of sunshine and flowers, and all
the pleasant things in the world.
And, strange as it may seem, 1t al
WAYS put everybody into q good humor
lust to look at it. No matter how
angry or quarrelsome her companions
mi ht be, they would generally break
into merry laugh as soon as it showed
itself. = - ~
AS for her own face, q frown had no
chance at all. This pretty vail would
chase it away before it had time to
pucker up single wrinkle.
Sometimes when anything happened
that she did not like, for a moment she
would look downcast, like any other
little girl that had been disappointed,
but soon the vail would fall, and she
would be her own sweet sunny self
again, saying in the brightest way:
"Well, it dom matter; something else
will do just as WELL"
She had a doll once. which had been
given her by her Aunt May, and she
loved it very much. 1t was a doll with
the prettiest baby hands and feet ever
seen. Now Sunshine was a right care
full little girl, and though she had played
with it ever since Christmas, it was al
most as good as new.
But one day her little cousin, in their
play, insisted upon exchanging dolls,
and very soon broke off one of the dear
little feet. The tears would come at
first, and it was very sorrowful little
girl that carried her. lame darling to
fore the mother could say a word of
place, and Sunshine, smiling through
her tears, said. .
"Oh, well! mamma, it won't matter
much, will it? cause you know you can
stuff the stocking with cotton, and when
the shoe is on it won't show a bit. Be-
sides, 1 can play she's got sick foot
like my little friend LizZy Lore"
But when, before the day was over,
the beloved doll fell on the pavement.
and broke the beautiful head all to
pieces, it well-nigh broke little Sun
shine S heart, and she could but sob her
griefs out, for her ruined doll, in her
mothers lap.
But, again, the vail conquered and,
ever looking for the bright side, She
said, quite cheerily:
''Well, anyhow, can play with my,
little old doll, and I won't be SO afraid
of breaking that; and we can play poor
Bella had the Group and. died; and
we can have funeral-can't we, man.
map
Can you, little boys and girls, guess
what little Sunshine's vail was, or shall
l tell you? % gs@', tG'.t 1.i
1t was the sweet smile that came from
her-always looking for a bright side to
everything, and keeping in a good hui
NOR, no matter what happened--Asnie
S. Wilson, IN S. S. Times.
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The Fresh-Air Fund.

Close by the river, at the foot of a
dismal street. stands big shed, in which
eighteen families eat and sleep. 1t is a
quarter of New York where decent peo-
pie are seldom seen. On. every side
there are shanties and rookeries, and
the air is heavy with sickening smells
from slaughter-houses. Dirt is every
where; a foul ooze of garbage and stand
ing water in the gutter; solid layers of
dust in dark entries which are never
scratched by a broom; heaps of unclean
straw serving for pillow and bed in the
closets which are known as bedrooms;
and thick coatings of CRIME. ancient
and modern, on the hands and faces of
the children swarming about the door
ways, as well as in the shreds, tatters,
and patches with which they are scan
tily clothed. The midsummer sun heats
up the piles of refuse until they steam
with foul vapors, which are caught up
by the windows; and when the doors
leading into the halls are opened for a
draught of fresh air, there is a sitting
sense of closeness and dampness, which
makes the babies sueeze and the moth
ers cough. The long wooden building,
with its three floors and rickety stair
cases, is so unsteady and tottering that
one who watches it in the noontime heat
Of a July day fairly holds his breath,
expecting to hear sudden crash and
to see its ragged roof and dingy walls
fall to pieces, disappearing in cloud of
dust. f-at -u
That ugly shed is known as 1.-The
Barracks. Rubbish heap though it
be, it contains within its patched and
Shiny shell eighteen homes, with as
many as sixty children. On each of its
three floors there are six families, and
no household has more than two rooms,
one of them being barely larger than a
closet, and as dark as night even in the
daytime. In these two rooms the cook
ing and washing for the family are done,
and at night the father. mother, and
sometimes as many as six or eight chill
dren, have to sleep close together. like
but one of the hundreds of tenement
houses where the children of the poor
live ali the year round. ~.eE ..s
The children in these tenement houses
always look older than they really are.
The childhood which accords with
their years, if not with their faces, can
not be permanently restored to them,
for poverty is their birthright, and every
season brings with it privations and
misery. But if they can be helped to
be children for two weeks in the year,
the memories of their holiday and the
renewed health which it gives to them
will make them younger as well as
healthisr and happier. II. when the
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Grandma's Story.

at all happened on Mill Creek when
I was girl,'' said Grandma, wiping
her spectacles. re i-.-f"-
Brother James was about six years
old then, and all the men folks were off
| to the war, so mother and Ihad to tend
mill alone.
''Mother was strong and could carry
a bag of grain almost as easy as man;
and | didn't mind dom the housework,
SO we got along first-rate until one day
a little white pig got into the water and
| foated down into the mill-wheel. And
| then, mercy on US! such, time as we
had gettin' that pig out! ..4"t
Il do believe it took half day be-
| fore we got that mill to runnin', again.
"Yo.. see, Just above the wheel was
a gate which could be shut down and
stop the water from fiowin'i under the
wheel when we wanted to stop the mill.
'Well, it wasn't more n day or two
after the pig got into the wheel when
mother rushed out of the mill and shut
down the gate with bang. sa
BETSY Ann Dyer had Just rode up
with grist, and mother called to her
to come and manage the gate while she
waded into the water up to her waist in
the fiume above the gate" ''tit&
'Betsey,' said she, when I nod my
head you just raise the gate about \
foot, and I'll dive for the pig for it
seemed she had shut down the gate and
caught the pig under it. >. arr
"Then mother drew long breath,
nodded and plunged with, both hands
for the pig.
when she came up she looked aw-
full white, but she had got the pigp-
bless you, no-nothin' more nor less
than brother Jimmy! aoiHnfn..
"Betsey she screamed, and / cried,
'Jimmy's dead! Jimmy's deadr But
mother said: I trust not and lust
hustled onto the bank as fast as ever
she could.
"Then she laid Jimmy across her
arm and jounced him up and down two
or three TIMES to get the water out of
him. ,.i -4.3s i7l-.jtE "ni
"By the time we got him into the
house and took his clothes off. and
rubbed him pretty smart, he began to
come to. = IS, 3fnz. =ssue-s a
after a minute or two he opened his
eyes wide open ,andsasaid: MA, why
didn't you git melout?' ~ ~
Then we all laughed; we couldn't
help 1t, he was so spunky about it.
"And that was the end of pigs in Mill
Creek until one time when the spring
rains flooded it so that it broke through
the. dams and swept away whole vii
lagos. IN y Tribune. -
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ALL Monday morning the people of

All Monday morning the people of
Atlanta were astonished at the continu-
Gus tolling of the bell of the Second
Baptist Church. At last policeman
decided to enter the edifice. He found
an eight-year-old boy nearly exhausted
by his efforts to toll the bell and arouse
attention to his case. He had gone to
sleep during the services the night be-
fore and had been overlooked and
locked in. His parents We're searching
other parts of the city for him. He ate
himself nearly blind that afternoon
atlanta (Ga.) Constitution.
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tain problem did not discourage hlm,
and he said: i did not stop to tnhk ol
getting discouraged. !! only kept at It,
1t took me three Saturdays to DO IL, put
I got it, I told him should nave Deen
happy to help him, but ne answered S
laughing, that 'he didn't need any helP P
with that problem now, and thanked
me. He says all the others nave oeen
easy since, and we know why, don't we'
bows ?''-RoudL Road. ltfI1lE