The morning news., 1899-12-03

only told him that she had written the note
and that his friend had accepted.
II hote yeu were net siin," he called out
from s dre sing room.
mo- there was certainly no formallty on
either side" reIoned his wife, with a
laugh which he was TOO much IA a hurry
to notice
Here's Jim nowg' he exclaimed az
they heard the door bell ring. DO go
down 20 see him. I win come IN a second"
"Oh. Tom,' / would rather wait" exc
claimed his wife with unwOnted shyness.
II do not Ike to so down alone"
Her sudden instinct proved right, for
when a moment later they entered the
drawing roam together; Tom Smith sud
denly stood stin and stared In astonish-
ment, for a gaudily dressed middle aged
man, who lore no trace of resemblance TO
his friend, stood smiling before them.
who are you. sir2" demanded the mas
er of the house angrily, for there was an
insolent vulgarily about the strangers ap-
peerance which made the obvious mistake
most annoying.
Pm Jim Thompson, OF Montana and
| am here on that ladys invitation. II her
name is Mildred Smith" answered the
other. evidently ready for a row II need
be.
OF course there was nothing for "Tom~
Smith 10 90 but to get Off his high horse
ana explain the situation. AS his state-
ment was corroborated by Mrs. Smith who
assumed a ffeez ng manner the intruder
was finally convinced that there had been
Misunderstanding and sulSily left the
house. his last words being:
"Wei I'm James Thompson of Montana
anyway and ia like to lick any chap
that says l ain'tr
'Tom,' said Mrs. Smith, after tha
man had taken his departure. II wish you
would establish the identity of your
friends before you ask me 10 write Id
themp'
The Society Mother-Harper's Bazaar
My mother Ia the prettiest thing
She stlll looks but a girl, folks say
wish she was a girl, for then
Together we could play!
I'm six years old-or will be soon
And ! am all the child she's got:
And sometimes when it's lonely, why
/ wish there was a lott
For mother has to work so hard,
A-danclng nights. or pouring tea
Each afternoon, she has no time
To play and romp with mel
wish some nights she'd stay at home,
And, when It's time to go to bed.
She'd hear my prayers instead of nurses
Then when it's dark I'd have no dread
IL she'd jes let me hold her hand
Her pretty hands with all its ringss
And / can go right off 70 sleep
- IL mother only sings.
But mother has no time, she says,
TO humor little girls cos she
Gets tired out with balls and things
That keep her up till three.
I bark each night for mothers step,
And then l call out loud and clear.
Hope yoWll have a lovely time"
And Goodnight, mother dearg
But when she's gone and down below.
hear the carriage door slam to,
feel 80 lonely / could cry,
And sometimes p'r'aDs l do.
Amelia Southard Byrd, writing In the
New York Herald relative to remarlxa-
bic case Of young girl in that city, sayss
The life and death OF Evelyn Adams, as
recorded In the newspapers, Is simply n
case where history repeats itself The
poor little woman was but ono OF thou
sands Of soldiers IN the army of humanity
fighting for fame, fortune, and even food.
Think OF soul existing to feel the body
starve without succor
/ am NOT absolutely dependent on what
7 earn at present. There IS enough 10
keep, as the old words read "the wolf
from tho door," and yet ] am working to-
day TO catch that most treasured Of Amer-
lean birds, THE little gold eagle" to keep
Il for the always uncertain future With
in the last few years l have placed MYSELF
amid the most humble walks of trade and
have come i'm touch with the shop girl
and proprietor of the store as well. 1t is
not always want, but pride, false pride,
that permits a woman of presence, abil-
ity and any sort Of moral principle to
Htarve
] know whereof I speak. I have put
myself In her place. Brought up with
every whim and extravagance gratIfied,
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