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The Princeton union., 1900-09-20
CHAPTER Xxx.
TwENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY AT CON-
RAD.

TwENTY-FFTH ANNIVERSARY AT CON-
RAD.
So the winter quickly passed, and
spring melted into summer, and then
a growing plan developed in Faiths
mind. She had not been able to crowd
it out Of her ''heart thoughts" as she
called any ideas that kept making her
think of other people. Even her rapid
ly developing artistic power could not
prevent the silent, increasing, power.
full pressure of an idea that she had
also a mission to perform for the good
Of people in a certain peculiar way.
II shall have to go home and talk it
over with father before can settle it
right" she kept saying to herself all
summer, and when fall was ushered in
end she could see the frosty mornings
bn the prairie and call up in memory
the sound Of the prairie chickens out
in the cornfields and see the great
stretch Of sky that was never possible
in the smoky city, with it's ugly piles
Of buildings that shut out sun and air,
then Faith grew really lonesome and
homesick, and one day she resolutely
told Miss Varney that she must go
home for little visit.
II don't blame you, my dear. Go out
home and breathe some fresh prairie
mir and photograph some Kansas ideas
and come back with them, and we will
make our fortune"
'I don't know about getting photo
graphs Of Kansas ideas," replied Faith
"but do know, about the prairie air
And I'm going to get some." ..#
So Faith ran out to the Fultons', said
goodby to them and Francis Raleigh
at the same time and started for home
that day. = ..- IT.
She had written home, telling Of hel
coming, and when she reached Conrad
there were father and mother and the
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by the Fultons. The three guests had
a good deal to say. All Of them had
seen a good deal Of the world, and
each, from his own point Of view, was
a fascinating talker. Mr.. and Mrs.
Fulton sat silent and intensely inter
ested Mr.. Fulton quite forgot his
business interests for awhile. Alice
and Faith sat near together and listened
breathlessly to one or two stories NAL
com Stanley told very modestly about
some genuine adventures in the. min
ing districts Of the African Transvaal.
Roy, who was just beginning to de-
your books in much the same manner
rs he devoured pie, leaned his chin on
The Princeton union., 1900-09-20
CHAPTER XIX.
FAITH FINDS A MORE CQNGENIAL POSI-
TION

FAITH FINDS A MORE CQNGENIAL POSI-
That was the most remarkable CON-
pany dinner that Mrs. Fulton ever
knew in her house. Faith insisted on
going to work as if nothing unusual
had happened. By o'clock every
thing was ready, and the company sat
down. Malcom Stanley rubbed his
eyes several times as Faith came in
and removed the various courses and
served with quiet dignity that made
it's impression on every side. Mrs. Full
ton was visibly embarrassed by the
fact that the girl who was in her
kitchen, her "help," was the daughter
of Malcom Kirk, who was the author
Of such stories in the newspapers.
Roy had discovered his authorship at
once by asking him leading ques
ton, and Malcom had not been able to
conceal his identity. There was an
unusual respect in the young gentle
mans attitude toward the Kansas
preacher, respect, which, however,
did not prevent him from eating the
larger part of dish Of preserves un-
observed during the general excite
ment Of conversation.
Malcom Kirk looked proudly at Faith
every time she came into the room, and
the fact that she was there serving in
household work did not disturb him or
give him any false feeling Of shame.
Even Mrs. Fulton had a vague dawn
ing Of the fact of nobility in service
that had been an unknown thing to
her, although she could not help feel
ing astonished whenever she looked
around the table and realized who her
guests were.
After dinner was over Alice insisted
on going out to help Faith. Her moth
er did not rebuke her, and Faith CRATE
fully accepted her aid. When the work
was all done, Mrs. Fulton came into
the kitchen.
She was struggling with an unusual
emotion, and it was not easy for her to
cay what she had prepared.
"Faith-Miss Kirk, of course-you
must come into the parlor with US this
evening. You ought to have told me
who you were. I-1-perhaps, I have
not treated you just right. did not
know
"Don't say anything about that
ma'am,'' said Faith. "This experience
has been worth a good deal to me- I'm
afraid I've had some un-Christiar
thoughts about you."
'You do not need to say anything
about that" said Mrs. Fulton hastily
Then she added in a tone that made
Faith feel that she had been thinking
a good deal Of Faiths efficient service
1--WE shall not know how to get alon,
without you. You have quite spoiled
us for the average help"
"Im glad if you've been pleased" re
piled Faith, and that was all that wa
/ said then, but the atmosphere betweel
, her and Mrs. Fulton cleared up won
+ derfully. = r.
That evening was not soon forgotte
The Princeton union., 1900-09-20
BY CHARLES M. SHELDON,

nes. v, ,.,vs:=ends Of the best families
in the land.'
"Thats true. Why isn't there some
way, then, to elevate and dignity the
service? asked Malcom Kirk, who
seemed ready to discuss the problem
seriously.
"No, no, father; we can't stop to re.
form the world right here. 1t is too
late. Do you want your daughter to
be scolded for not getting dinner in
timeY
IT am going back with you," said
her father, rising.
Then he turned toward Stanley, who
was looking little anxiously at father
and daughter.
"Come, Stanley, I'll take the liberty
of asking you to come with us. Mrs.
Fulton said you might return this
evening anyway. We haven't had our
talk out, and will be responsible for
the consequences OF taking you out
with u.s."
~ was planning to co. said STAN
ley, looking relieved. II want to see
Mr.. Fulton again on business" He did
not say that he wanted to see Faith.
"Come to think Of it," said Raleigh
suddenly, II have an invitation myself
to take dinner with the Fultons to-
night. Mrs. Raleigh is out of town,
and Fulton asked me to come out and
talk over a new art design he has re-
ceived for the cover Of his mining
Journal
"But," cried Faith in some dismay,
"do you three big men realize that l
am the hired girl at the Fultons'
Do you think I can possibly get din
ner ready at this time Of the day for
such appetites as I am sure you all
have?"
There was a look Of embarrassment
on the faces of Raleigh and Stanley,
but Malcom Kirk settled the matter by
saying, as he took Faiths arm and led
her out Of the studio:
Don't be alarmed, gentlemen! will
speak for the dinner. Faith can make
a palatable dinner out Of bread and
water in some mysterious way, and if
everything else is wanting we can
feast on the remarkable events Of this
afternoon"
So they went out, laughing and talk
ing, and as they took a carriage for FL
lis avenue, the driver engaging to get
them there before o'clock, there was
no more happy, light hearted girl in
the great city than Faith Kirk.
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CHAPTER NVIII-Continued.

Raleigh took Kinks hand and shook
it heartily. He then turned quickly to
Stanley.
you ought to know this gentleman,
Mr. Kirk. You met him before I did"
Kirk stepped toward Stanley. Both
men were deeply moved.
"You We're with my mother when she
died, Mr. Kirk" said Stanley in voice
that trembled a little.
'If we were Russians, we would en-
brace each other now," cried Malcolm
Kirk, "but as you are an Englishman
and am an American l suppose a
handshake is the nearest we can get to
it."
AS he said it he grasped Stanley's
big palm, which went out to meet his,
and Raleigh said afterward he was
sure he heard the bones snap, but nei-
ther man WINGED.
The heart goes with it, said NAL
com Stanley, admiring Kirk out Of his
honest face with a loving look.
Kirk drew back little and gazed at
the stalWart young figure. Then he
glanced at the painting.
II would not like to take the contract
Of holding you in my arms now, as 1
did then. But, as l remember, you
were very good baby"
$50 he is now," said Raleigh, who
had turned his face toward the easel
to hide his emotion.
That made Faith laugh, and the rest
Joined her, and the tension Of feeling
broke, and they all grew more at ease.
For several minutes questions and an
swers flew fast in the now darkening
studio.
Father, you must give an account of
yourself. The rest of us know how we
came to be here. But your presence is
a mysteryw said Faith, drawing up
closer to him.
"Well, my dear, it was your letter
that brought me-"
my letter."
Yes, the one you wrote Sunday
Your mother was very anxious about
you. You did not mean to tell us, but
we read between the lines that yor
were having Experiences as you cal
them. Besides, a check came for one
Of my stories that morning, and fell
the need Of a little vacation and came
on to Chicago to study the hired gir
problem and other sociological ex
periments'
Faith laughed. Then she passed he
hand over her fathers sleeve.
II do believe you have gone ant
bought a new overcoat! You aren'
going to be sick, are you, father? Ar
you feeling all right in your mind?"
Your mother made me promise tha
I would get one as soon as l reache,
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"Thc heart goes aUitlt it," said M1lcom
Stanley.
the city," said Malcom, little sheep.
ishly. 1T only cost $3.50. Thst was
one reason I was late getting around
to the Fultons'. The train was delayed
by an accident too."
Eight dollars and half," muttered
Faith with some Indignation. But the
thought Of the father and his love for
her that had brought him to the city
softened her Indignation. She clung
to him closer, and the other men looked
at father and daughter with great in.
terest.
"But how did you happen to know l
was here" asked Faith suddenly.
II didn't, but when I called at the
Fultons' Mr.. Stanley had just gone
Mrs. Fulton told me who he was, and
confessed that she had no idea that
you were in any way connected with
the story Of Stanley's life. She said
he told her he expected to be at the
studio this afternoon, No one knew
where you aad gone, and so I came
down here to find him, intending to &C
back to the Fultons' by the time you
returned"
''It's all simple enough, isn't it?
said Malcom Stanley thoughtfully.
eyes," said Faith. Then she sud
denly remembered that she was {
"hired girl" having a Thursday after
noon out.
Father, 1 must be getting back II
the Fultons'. They cannot live withou
me. Put that down in your sociologica
notes on the hired girl problem
no matter how low in the scale tn
hired girl may be she is really Of frs
Importance for the comfort and happi
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bOus at the station.
household service can be made to do.
believe circle Of such people can be
formed in such way that gradually
the homes and the girls will be organ
lied into a mutual helpfulness, and it
will be more honorable and better
financially and morally for a girl to go
out to service than to go into store
or an Office even, at least for time.
for it really takes more brains to be
an efficient cook and housekeeper than
to stand behind counter and sell no.
tions."
Faith paused as If she suddenly felt
that Malcom Stanley was looking at
her with the greatest interest, as, in
deed, he was. And if he really began
to love Faith right then and there
more truly than he yet had done it was
swing to the sudden glimpse he had
taught Of a young soul on fire to be and
80 for the good of others. ...,
But Faiths plan led to a discussion
that was long and continued through
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09
NO WORD is LOST.

Just rs a stone, cast on the placid face
OF some still water, sends II ripping vide
And far, In circles Of concentric grace.
Each lesser, DINNER till at last the tide
Is quelled again unto its peaceful lot;
80 falls the word thy lip doth careless
toss,
Or (grant II rather be- with careful thought,
Upon the silence, sending far across
The space Of Time ethereal waves that
sweep,
Expanding more and more yet fading
when
Far from the sound that broke It's peace
full deep:
And then, forgotten, Stiffness reigns
again.
What matters # then If word Is said
The more or less, cen though # raise
storm,
Since when It's past, the waters in their
Sink calmly back and naught has changed
its form?
All, no! The waves that circled Ger the
pool
Stayed not until they reached the utmost
strand,
And pebbles moved. and carved as with a
To shapes unnumbered, many clods of
sand.
And each succeeding wave, like that be-
fore,
Though lesser in degree, performed its
share
And made its impress on the distant shore
Beyond what It can e'er again repair.
Thus, when thy words forgotten in the
lapse
OF Time becalmed the silence that thou
broke;
Remember that the waves it raised, per-
haps
Swept on and on, far out past all revoke;
And touching here and there a soul that
stood
Beyond the rest, exposed to all the sea,
Receptive to its influence for good
Or evil moulded it indelibly;
tion set
Swept to the shores Of all Humanity;
Smoothed all its roughened features with
their fret,
And helped to shape II for Eternity.
Charles E. Jenney, in Chicago Advance.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09

darned old gas hnger around this es-
tabAshment, they're fooled, that's all,
and, by the way, did you order the
coal for the range and buy those lamps
that +"
NO" replied Mrs. Jobson, COM
placently, "I didn't order the coal for
the range, and didn't buy the oil
lamps. l went down to the gas Office
after you left this morning TO complain
about the meter and was referred to
one Of the gas Inspectors The gas
inspector happened not to be busy this
morning and SO he came right up at
noon and examined our meter. He
found that it was lealing badly, and
looked over our gas bills for the past
six months or so. He calculated that
we had been overcharged $14 for gas
since the meter began to leak, and he
so reported to the gas company. 1
went down and collected the amount at
the gas Office this afternoon. was
told that you had been at the office
this morning." and Mrs. Jobson smiled
refectively. They told me that you
had withdrawn the $40 deposit, and so
l made the deposit again, and every
things all right. l am glad, too, for
gas is so much more convenient than"
MRS. Jobson," interrupted Mr.. job
son at this point, failing dismally in
his attempt to look unchagrined and
skeptieal tits bad enough for you to
insist upon my believing everything
that Mrs. Kaystreet tells you as Cos
pei truth, but please don't stand there
andtel me with a straight face, i4 that
deliberate, cold-blooded manner that
you extracted any $14 or IA cents out
of a gas company. You got those $14
together by making raid on every rag
of clothes I've got to my name and
selling 'em to an old-clothes man, and
1 know it."-Washington Star.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09

"John, there's burglar trying to
get in the house"
"Is there?"
"Yes. Aren't you going to do some
thing about it7"
mo, Maria. I'm humane man, but
if that fellow falls over Johnny's tin
wagon, and steps into toy drum, and
gets frightened by treading on a rub
ber doll that says papa and barks
his shins the same as L did when (
came here in the dark tonight, twill
be all his own fault. / don't feel
called upon to interfere with my adj
vice or to offer helping hand, for it
won't be a deserving case. Good
night. t."-Tit-Bits.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09
A CHANGE ABOUT rHk PLACE.


rhe place don't seem just like it did before
she went away,
Its all so still and lonesome-not a word
from her all day;
The old mare whinnes stll when / go to
the stable door,
But, somehow, things seem different since
she amt here no more.
The vines creep up along the porch just as
she trained em to-
The flowers grow along the fence, just as
they used to do;
The house is left Just as it was, but still It
seems, to-day
AS If II wasn't just the place from which
she went away.
The sun still gets to peepin in that window
over there
Along lords breakfast time, and there's
her hlgh-backed rocl1in' chair;
The creeks still nowin where II flowed
the waters cool and clear
But still, somehow, It amt the place It was
when she was here.
The hedge still fences In the lane, just as II
did when she
Would come, at dinner time and call across
the fields to me-
But where that steeple peeps above the hill
she's sleepin' now,
And everythings got all turned round It
seems to me, somehow.
This doesn't seem like home no. more, and
often through the day
get to thinkin 'tisnt her, but me that's
gone away
That she's at home there on the hill, a-call-
in soft and low,
And that I'm goin back and glad it's near
ly time to GO
s.. e. Kiser in Chicago Times Herald.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09

stand for It, that's ali; I'll just quit
using gas, that's what I'll dol I'll
go down TO the gas Office the first
thing in the morning and tell 'em to
turn off the gas at this plant. I'm
willing to submit to any reasonable
extortion, but don't propose to sub
init to daylight sandbagging like this.
1 won't
but" put in Mrs. Jobson, we've
got TO have light, you know, and the
gas range is so handy for cooking
and"
That's all right about what we've
got to have Mrs. Jobson," fumed Mr.
Jobson. Julius Caesar and Charlie
magne and Jack Cade and few other
people that I've heard tell about got
along all right without gas, and l
guess we can get along without it,
If we try hard enough. We're going
to get along without it, anyhow. You
can just go out tomorrow and buy
stack of oil lamps and few gall
Ions of coal oil, and you can do your
cooking on the coal range il it takes
every dollar that I can scrape to-
gether to pay for the coal The hire
ling Of the thieving gas companyn
be up here about ten o'clock to shut
off our supply of gas, and you'll just
have to make up your mind to
gasless existence as long as you've
Mrs. Jobson, and that's all there is
about it.
Mrs. Jobson didn't say anything in
reply, but she reflected a good deal
over the decided superiority of gas
over oil for lighting purposes from
the point of convenience, and she
sighed over the prospect of abandoning
the handy gas range for the smoky,
sulky coal range.
Mr.. Jobson snorted intermittently
about that S7.4o gas bill until he went
to bed, and on the following morning
he began to growl about it as soon as
he opened his eyes. He bolted his
breakfast in order to get down to the
gas office in hurry. He charged up
to the complaint desk in the Tenth
street Office like an infuriated OK, and
proceeded to lambast the suave young
man behind the complaint desk with
all of the powers of invective in his pos
session. Then he slammed the amount
of his gas bill onto the counter, with
drew his $40 deposit to the accompani-
ment of fierce denunciations of all
hands within sound of his voice, and
loped out of the office like a man on
his way to a fire, followed by such re-
marks from the gas office employees as
"Good boy!" Hot stuff" Preach
the world" "Get 'em overl" Line
'em out!" and so on,
Mr.. Jobson was still in a caloric state
over his experience at the gas office
when he got home that evening.
Ibid those gas thieves send up one
of their loafers to turn off your gas
to-day?" he asked Mrs. Jobson before
he had hung up his hat.
mo-" replied Mrs. Jobson, calmly.
"I went"
'"They didn't, hey?" growled Mr..
Jobson. well, if they think they're
going to chisel me out of any more
good American dollars by letting their
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09

went to close it and noticed the bottle.
She uncorked it, shifted at ii daintily
and shuddered. Looking around, she
saw the mincemeat on the table and
decided that a little of the horrible
stuff wouldn't hurt il much. She put
in more than she intended to, however,
and fed in a panic as soon as she hod
replaced the bottle.
More than a minute or two passed.
and still Mrs. Hudgens did not reap
pear; instead, Clinton came in and
stood with his hands in his pockets.
whistling and looking at the big pan O1
mincemeat. Then the door suddenly
opened and Buckingham came in, look@
ing particularly unconeerned and care-
less.
Its all right" said Clinton. There
isn't anybody around. Have you
got it2"
For answer Buckingham produced a
pint flask from his hip pocket, and the
liquid it contained was speedily emptied
into the pan.
That is how the second failure TOOK
place. 1t happened, too, that the pastor
of the family church was at dinner
when the pies were opened.-Chicago
Daily Record.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09

the component parts Of the real thing
appeared TO be there. Discussion fol-
lowed, but for some time the something
lacking was unaccounted for, until
Hudgens suddenly smote the table with
bis palm and said: 81 know what's
the matter. There isn't any brandy
in it,"
mot as much as usual" owned Mrs.
Hudgens. There wasn't much left
in the bottle. and didn't want to wait
until your father got some but I'm
sure that isn't what is the matter with
it, because I have always disliked the
brandy flavor i'm H.. and / believe il
would improve it if it was left out al
together. Anyway, there's enough in
it now"
As general thing when Mrs. Hud-
gems spoke in that decided tone of voice
no one ventured TO dispute her, but ON
this occasion Mr.. Hudgens felt it his
duty to protest. He said that except
as a Aavoring extract for mincemeat
he had no sort of use for liquor him
self, but in that connection it was in
dispensable. Buckingham said that
Mrs. Hudgens' recipe was so absolutely
perfect that the least departure from
its letter, and particularly its spirit.
was fatal. Even Ethelinda joined the
opposition. Mrs. Hudgens, however,
was immovable. She declared that un-
less they could find something else the
matter with the minoemeat il should
fill the pies as it was, from henceforth
mill -.
her word.
This year when the making of mincs-
meat began Mrs. Hudgens was implore6
not to forget the brandy, but she would
give no definite assurance that she
would not. She frightened her lips in
what the family declared to be an om-
nous way. There was a great deal of
anxiety on the subject.
"She still thinks that there waa
something else missing last year."
whispered Buckingham to Clinton and
his father as they retired 10 the pantry
to consult. You see, she win make.
cocksure of everything else, but she'll
leave out that one thing altogether"
81 suppose she's the DOCTOR" sighed
Hudgens.
Clinton merely shook his head, and
as there seemed nothing further TO do,
the men moved to the porch.
If Buchngham's surmise concerning
the housewives intentions was correct.
she repented of it suddenly, for she
was no sooner alone than she went to
the medicine closet and brought out q
bottle of brandy, with which she lib-
orally dosed her mixture. Then she
stirred it well and left the room to at
tend to something else. In few mo-
ments Hudgens came in with bulge
under his coat, looked cautiously about
him and then called to his wife, who
replied from the top of the staircase
that she would be down in a minute or
two.
"a minute or two is good" grinned
Hudgens, and, drawing a bottle from
under his coat, he poured about half OK
its contents into the mincemeat, stirred
it up and sneaked away.
Then Ethelinda came in from school
through the back door, and, noticing
that the medicine closet was unlocked
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09
In the HosnitnI.

Reporter hear there has been an
accident to Mr.. Younghub.
Physfoian-Yes He swallowed one
Of hfs wife's doughnuts.
ReporteE is he.
PhysisiAA-A the operating room.
They are FTOhiRg nor The d0ugbnut.--
Byrseupe Herald.
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09
Substitution.

She-I wonder why it is that SO
many old maids have fat bank as-
countA7
He-nScbably, for lack Of arythknR
si.s. they RIsbsRa tbSiE EaDVwgVesS
bS20kAZp H1M -. .4.s 49, .--..a.a---...s..ak1
Hopkinsville Kentuckian., 1900-11-09

Is absolutely necessary to the
young man or young woman
who would win success in life.
This being conceded, it is of
school that stands in the very