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The San Francisco call., 1903-09-20
By Keith Gordon

loved you?" he murmured in thoughtfui
tone "Strange!"
''WeI-now-I didn't say just that, you
know
There was a faint suspicion of a blush
on Miss Fairar's smooth cheeks, but her
glance met Mowbray's with its usual un-
swerving honesty.
Men have told me that they loved me
several of them! But that's not a pro-
posal, you know, any more than it's a
purchase when ] say that | adore string
of pearls at Tifany's!"
"A-a-hi'
The ejaculation was full of enlighten-
ment Mowbray was beginning at last to
understand things that had always puz-
zled him, as his next question showed.
Would it be impertinent to ask how
you have received these declarations?"
why, 1 just listenedl You see, it's
embarrassing. 1t makes one feel so ter
ribly conscious"
what about the man2" Mowbray
asked quietly Doesn't 1t occur to you
that perhaps he might need a little en-
couragement-that perhaps he might be
a trifie conscious, too?"
For a moment there was silence be-
tween them. The point of view was ut
terly new to Miss Farrar, and she was
obviously impressed by 1t.
II never thought of that" she admitted
slowly. II thought that sort Of thing was
SO in a mans line-his metier." She
laughed a bit ruefully.
A squirrel darted swiftly across the
grass and turning its head jauntily to
one side fixed a bright inquiring eye upon
them. Then with a saucy wave of its
beautiful tail 1t scurried away.
II have IT," said Mowbray, II have IT.!
Learn from the squirrel! Lightness, airf-
ness, coquettishness! Don't you see what
1 mean7" and he looked at her teasingly.
But she was not to be diverted. II am
serious" she assured him. There's al
ways q reason for everything and there
must be reason for this. There's Alice
Nixon She's not so awfully pretty. L
heard her say that she had had nineteen
proposals." Miss Farrar's voice was
touched with awe. Then a skeptical
thought seized her. "Still-she's from the
South" she added, and her tone implied
that an allowance should be made for the
fact.
Mowbray bit his lip.
Then there's her sister-just an or
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not know Mrs Bloomer Billings; but he
had not been idle during the autumn
months, and without being a Sherlock
Holmes he decided that he must get an
invitation, and he did. Mrs. Billings was
a literary lady whose assemblages were
diverse and often astonishing Artists
and writers attended them, musicians and
player folk, with a leavening OF accepted
society" They were truly heterogene-
Gus gatherings.
Eagerly Darlington scanned the rooms.
A long-haired violinist had Just finished
a Beethoven sonata, and there was much
clapping OF hands. Darlington was pre-
sented to Mrs Billings. who was sur
rounded by bevy Of pretty girls A mo
ment OF gallant conversation, and then
his face lit I'D with a sudden 10y that
caused his hostess to look up IN politely
suppressed wonder; In that group. now
in a setting Of pink and white but with
the same laughing face OF the glistening
beach and wave, stood his Lady Of the
Sea.
An hour later they sat together On n
window seat listening to q prima donna's
song.
'T have a picture I would Ike you to
see, Miss Langford." he said difidently.
He took the photograph from his pocket
book and showed II to her.
She gave a little startled cry, and the
unmounted print fell from her hand.
'Why-why-you were at Berkeley
Inn?" she exclaimed
''I took picture OF the beach, but not
that one" he said slowly. "And yet that
is the one 1 found IN my camera"
Their ewes met for an instant and
the girl flushed crimson. Silent and be-
wildered she studied the photograph. Sud
denly she broke into the laugh OF the
waterwitch again.
mo less surprising was the picture my
sister took Of me-" she exclaimed ex-
citedly "The water and rocks were love-
ly, but was nowhere to be seenP'
Now the mystery Is no longer mystic
riousr laughed Darlington. ITS plain
enough. I saw another camera IN the ho-
tel office. but never thought until this In
slant that / might have picked up the
wrong one. Your sister took a picture
with nv camera and took one with
hers" Suddenly he became silent, and.
after a moment or two stammered I'll
suppose this Is your sisters property, but
may I not keep it?''
The girl tossed her head and smiled IN
mock hesitation. She had been turning
the picture around and around in her
hand. Then the smile and the warm blood
left her face IN company and there was
an almost imperceptible tremor OF the
long dark eyelashes- On the back OF the
photograph she had read:
MY mermaid"
Again their ewes met. but hers were
quickly withdrawn. Her hesitation was
real now.
Both were silent another moment He
sat eagerly, expectantly. Her eyes were
fixed on the floor. and as she slowly ex-
tended her hand and placed the picture
IN his he felt the warm touch Of her an
gertips.
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Father Gouet shifted the air. You
cubs think you know. but ] will show
you. l. Goulet, the great dice thrower.
smell victory. ! am the winner at ONCE.
Let me show you how, youngsters
He reached forth and grasped an old
dice hox from shelf. There were to
there and one upon the shelf above. The
last box was the newest.
Old Goulet had one box. Another one
Mar q handed 10 Fianco.s. The last she
gave TO Johnny.
"A brx for ch" she said, that each
may shake well to make we'll"
johnny shook his box remfniscently.
1.-The last time l played" he remarked,
was with the bull bear from the States
the monster with the neck. lost to him
-I'lost a bit, tell YOU" He thought Of
the nugi list trick he had learned. HE
was a wonder that man" he said aloud.
My SON. said Pere Goulet, "he was.
That man with his two hands could throw
a buck-perhaps a bull moose Who
knows? You say WELL he was monster.
True"
Francois shook his box. You first"
said Goulet's daughter. Each shall have
three throws and 1 shall keep-what do
they say?-I shall keep tab. Your knife,
Francois" He tossed II over and she
held 1t. ready to notch the table as they
played.
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''Oh. now don't try to soften the truth"
she interrupted quickly. I'm after facts
and 1 am not going to lay anything you
may say UP against you"
IT haven't the least idea what il is
about, but / am glad that there is going
TO be no animosity," Mowbray observed
politely. Then he settled himself to
listen. 1t was one of his virtues that he
never missed his cue.
Her Lcxt words came out rather alb
ruptly.
I'm not especially plain. do you
think?''
Her tone was deprecating, but she
turned her face toward him in a man.
ner as impersonal as il she were calling
his attention to the landscape. Then she
continued impartially:
THAT is, I suppose I would be classed
as fair TO middlingT"
He nodded assent with a CLEAN Of mis-
chief in his eye.
ITO tell you the truth"-her tone had
dropped into the personal, confidential
key-"Im not at all conceited about my
looks, but I've always nattered myself
that I am rather interesting?"
Rather interesting 1 think we may
say" he agreed suavely.
And I'm sure I'm affectionate and
fairly good tempered and-and-"
Mowbray encouraged her by a nod.
And domestic"
IT shall have to take your word for
that"
"well, am domestic know I am!
So I want you to explain to me'-her
voice was growing tumultuous-"but first
promise on your honor that you'll never
tell how II is that I've reached the age
OF 3s without ever having had a pro-
posal7'
Mowbray threw himself back and roar
ed. while her arms came down of the
bench and she dropped her face upon her
hands and sat looking at him with the
puzzled air OF a pupil at the feet Of a
master.
when you've done laughing" she be-
gan with dignity.
Pardon dear, thousand pardonsl"
He had never called her that before
and there was something in his voice
which bespoke a new hope and confidence,
but she was too engrossed In her pursuit
Of self-knowledge to notice.
II forgot to say that I'm sensible. Men
always like that, you know. Anyway,
they pretend to-
She finished in a way that suggested
that she had her doubt Of their sincerity.
With a mighty effort her companion
swallowed his mirth and prepared to face
the situation with her.
lis II because you haven't wanted any
one to ask you?" he inquired diplomati-
cally.
mo, indeed"
And no man has ever told you that he
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N(-T@H DST across the border
+ : {. !. : ] I. 4. ! !. !. ]. J. ]. ]. ] !" ! !.
s=ssz-Sss--0srssz& is the Great North
flSTNSN HErsls Trail. One enters it in
SEE6SM summer as a rule. In
|SCXSMESNt winter Il becomes i'm
k>SA go - passable This trail is
ssI5S>ASS - the forest primeval.
kdzEz3Azz-@7IZzzs On this side of it.
before one enters, are men and books
and railroads. Beyond-who knows?
Who enters must leave hope behind.
Mike Cooley. that is he His com
Portable hut is the lodge house OF the
Great North Trail Mike Cooley, what
name.-a name TO conjure with. His na-
tionatty IS ascertained and certain at
the very instant Of the revelation Of his
name. But yet there is a mistake some
where, and due TO the fact that his name
is always heard but never seen. He has
spelled IL time and time again for some
seven thousand men and women. for 10
that extent numbers the great army
which he has escorted by twos and threes
safely through the Great North Trail.
This same Cooley is a Celt All OF
course 20 be sure. no one would think
otherwise. But he is a different kind of
CeIt, IS GOoley-for his name when spoken
is Nike Cooley. true enough, but when
written IL is wholly something else
ALcLele GOulet then. A Frenchman-a
Frenchman 10 the marrow. One knows
that finally, but only when his eve lights
upon this same Michele Gouiet-and one
IS glad for in the lonely march through
the Great North Trail. and in the nights
around the camp FIRE. II is possible to lift
the voice I'm the midst Of the great 81
lenoe-to lift the voice In solemn song
Oh. Michele Goulet. Michele Goulet.
me greatest Manitoba ever knew.
On, spell II GOulet, but never Cooley,
Gouet, GoUlet Goulet, Gouet, do.
Goulet Is the guide par excellence.
Across the Great North Trail he has es-
corted many, many persons. The Presi-
cent of The United States? Assuredly.
And many, many school teachers
throughout the long vacation. In the
printed itineraries Of the railroads he is
included. though not by name, IN the list
OF competent guides at every point" He
IS eli things TO al men He IS sublime:
he is the great Northwest. He is Michele
Goulet Can man say more?
But there is more, for there is Maria,
Michele's daughter. Another name too
often the subject Of mispronunciation
One must say Ave Maria beneath the
breath, and then he may know how 10
speak OF Aiichele's daughter Otherwise
Il were best TO call her-well, Miss Gou-
let But not now, though That would
never 90. FOR at this time all is different
But enc must not anticipate.
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friendship OF several years standing.
Though their eyes drank in the beauty Of
the scene about them-the great stretches
OF Freensward, the trees and bushes that
were bursting into the tender green Of the
season as into a sort OF silent song
neither Of them was thinking of IL.
Miss Fsrrar, indeed, was living over
other days, inevitably brought back by
the warm breeze and the smell Of grow
ing things-other Epringtimes when life
meant only the beautiful possibility of
love. And Mowbray was thinking of her
and wondering II by any chance it would
be worth while to tell her. For In spite
OF her unQues1onable attractiveness he
could not help feeling that he would
IND II hard TO look into those calm,
clear eyes and talk OF love. Yet he was
neither cowardly nor inexperienced. He
simply had a natural shrinking from be-
ing regarded with suppressed amusement
nv the woman he loved. And In her ap-
parent immunity from such emotions that
WIS what he feared. She would, in all
probability. only laugh her light, frank
laugh and say, Nonsense, Clark, don't
be sillyF
He sent a speculative glance toward
her as she walked beside him looking
on "a the distance with the preoccupied
ar OF q woman whose whole mind was
given 70 some engrossing and persistent
thought.
Let US SIT for a while" she proposed
as they reached the top OF a knoll, where,
under a solitary tree, a bench invited re-
Taxation Suiting the action TO the word.
she seated herself comfortably with her
elbows placed defantly on the back Of the
bench-an attitude peculiar TO her aggres-
sive moods and one which Mowbray had
learned TO recognize as premonitory OF an
intention 10 talk things out to a finish.
He wondered what IL would be this time,
for he had long since dropped into his role
Of mentor.
He waited patiently with eyes that
roved carelessly over the mansions on the
far side of Fifth avenue, which In turn
sent back a well-bred stare, knowing that
her feelings would soon reach the point
OF overflow. At last she broke the silence
do look 10 you like a person selected
by Fate TO be distinguished among wo-
men-6isagreeably distinguished, mean?'
she demanded. turning toward him with
& directness which challenged truthful
answer. He regarded her in a manner
intended TO convey that he was making
an expert examination.
NO" he admitted, II can't say that
you DO. That is" He stopped rather
vaguely.
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MEM But now they have sunk-I shah
never see them more"
The girl laughed. Sunk" she exclaim-
ed. "of a surety they have sunk. How
could they help it?" She drew his head
down and whispered to him. They sank;
they could not help II. poor things" She
drew a sharp breath inward and burst
into hysterical laugh. They were load
ed-they were loaded dice-of course they
sank. Why not?"
Loaded dice!" exclaimed Johnny
Surely" answered she. The buIl-bear
man-they belonged to him, when you
and others lost to him-and he gave them
TO me-"
Loaded" exclaimed Johnny once again.
why, that's not" He stopped for a
sudden light had broken in upon him
Loaded. and you gave them to me to-
night to play the game"
Yes" she answered breathlessly.
Johnny kissed her with vehemence.
''Then." he continued 'it was not a game
tonight. Then I had won you long be-
fore tonight"
She nodded. Months, yea, years be-
fore" she answered.
Johnny drew her toward him. my little
wife" he said.
Johnny lie Boutillier, my husband"
answered she.
Side by side they plunged into the Great
North Trail.
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For he had done well-as well as man
could do. Maria, her face set to her task.
was cutting notches thick and fast.
This time" announced Francois, 81
shall throw twice. 1t means luck and
avoids delay" He threw poorly at first.
but better on the second trial He was
eXuitant. 1t was not the first time he
had thrown, and his skill was great.
Papa Gou,et," said he. beat that IL
you can. Give il your best twist II you
can" Goulet threw and groaned. He, at
any rate, was loser.
"She is mine she is miner called
Francois. He smiled on Maria, and she
returned the smile. So entranced was he
by it that he did not notice the first
throw from Johnny's box until the dice
had come to a standstill. Then he
fIowned.
Tn not so bad at this myself" said
Johnny. Still, you can never tell"
He threw again. Barely had he done
so when Franc ois, with mighty shout
of anger, lunged at him across the table
and nearly felled him. Johnny, with a
heightened color in his face, good ma
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Copyright, 1903, by T. C. Mcclure9

Y Jove, Jack. you
must wait until / get
my camera for that
afternoon sun over the
water. Aren't those
clouds magnificent?
The rocks On the
beach, the woods over
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ELIZABETH'S FIRST PROPOSAL

T was the softest Of
spring days and
Mowbray and Miss
+ rrar strolled
through the green
cry Of the park with
languid abstraction
born OF the first
warm weather and a
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"Ahaw yelled Francois with excite
ment, as he rolled his dice He made
fair throw-a very fair one.
Gou.et followed. "Sacre!" he ex-
claimed in cultural tones. For E.s score
was .ow.
Johnny, as he smote his cubes upon the
table; but no, you have not, either
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? MIZZLAM HA/zILT0N
I60KAF

Johnny, Johnny. who had treasured a few
things UP in his heart, was able. in the
language of his pugilistic friend, to hand
1t" to Francois in the most approved
manner. Francois went down, not once,
but eight, nine times. Then it was John
ny's turn to stroll around. Assuredly
But when Francois came around. after
some days, Maria did not touch his
bruises with her finger. She laughed, and
Francois stormed.
But this could not go on forever Fran
coils said so. Johnny lie Boutillier ac-
ouiesoed. Michele Goulet felt In his bones
that crisis was impending.
1t was a cool night in the fall that all
three met without design, In the hut
Each had designed to be there. Yes, but
none lad designed that the other should
be there also. Francois insinuated, he
muttered his jealousy would out Johnny
frowned. Old Goulet stormed Every
body reasoned that nobody else had any
business there-except Maria. Everybody
reasoned that the room was big enough
for two; that two was company, but three
a crowd; and four-it was outrageous,
Francois and Maria, that would have
Perth Amboy evening news., 1903-04-16
Keeps Him Tired Right Along.

Don't you ever get tired doing moth
ing?" asked the housekeeper.
"Lady," replied the tramp, II git so
tired doin' nothin' dat can't do moth
in else" Philadelphia Record.
Perth Amboy evening news., 1903-04-16

Prof, E. L. Nichols and Mr.. G. F.
Hull, of Cornell university, have OBJ
tanned very accurate reproduction
of comets tail while experimenting
with the pressure of light upon float
ing particles Of extreme minuteness
A powder consisting of emery and
the spores of puffballs was put in
vacuum tube from which the air was
exhausted as completely as possible
When the rays from an arc-light were
concentrated upon the powder the
lighter particles were seen to be blown
out as if repelled by the light, pre-
senting a striking resemblance to a
comets tail. According to ArrheniuS
and others, this is analogous TO the
way in which the sun actually pro-
duces the tails of comets. The ex-
perimenters found that the effect
upon the powder was of the same or
der of magnitude as would be eX-
pected from the value of the pressure
of light deduced by them from other
experiments.-Youth's Companion.
Perth Amboy evening news., 1903-04-16

The girl with the bean order, sim
pering Silly, said to Number 80:
"Everybody's looking at us"
Number 20 tossed her locks out of
her eyes with that impatient gesture
peculiar to petulant natures.
Naughty and proud under the unmis-
taxable admiration of every hash-de-
vouring clerk in the restaurant, she
glared scornfully into the far-away
realms of space beyond the pie coun-
ter.
"Wot do 1 care for men?" she re-
torted- "De whole bunch is gay de-
ceivers."
"Why, Mag!"
Oats right. T'other night met
feller at de Arion's ball He was nice
to me. l give him six dances. Den he
pulled out his watch. an dere was a
photograph of two kids in de lidl"%-
Newark Evening News.
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LITTLE HINTS ABOUT DRESS
Fashionable Fancies in Feminine
Finery for the Coming
Season.

The fancy for heavy jet fringe ex-
tends even to millinery, says fash
ion authority.
A becoming revival is the wearing of
long tulle bonnet strings.
White coral is the latest and smart
est touch in the coral line.
Nine-tenths of all the straw hats
shown are either white or ecru.
Bold and dashing are the newest de-
signs of foulards, although dots are
still seen.
A novelty in wraps is coat made
of strips of ribbon, joined by rows of
forget-me-nots.
The correct short coat is usually
| more or less tight-ftting, while the
| longer ones are semiftting.
Tailor gowns of voile, etamine or any
| open-weave stuff will far outshine
those of broadcloth this spring.
The proper blue for the tailor gown
| of wool or the shirt waist suit of fou-
| lard is so dark as to be almost black.
A light spray of diamonds makes
a pretty ornament for the hair. If
you have not the diamonds, rhine
stones will look as well.
A beautiful and unusual shade of
red is among the latest dress fabrics
1t has so much white in it that its
effect is not too warm for the sea-
son.
The hip-yoke effect has so influenced
skirt shapes that the circular founce
is very much deeper than formerly,
being quite to the knee, often much
above in front and sloping upward
toward the back.
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THE NEGLECTED ART.
GraclOusness of Manner VIII Never
Cease to BE "A blessing to
the POssessOr.

In a certain college town in one OF
the Central states there lived, a gen
Grafton ago, an old man who was re-
nowned throughout the region for his
philosophy and homely wisdom. One
day he was invited to dine with the
head of the girls department of the
college, a woman of wide experience
and keen insight, says Youths Com
panion.
There were several students at the
table,-the hospitable home was al
ways opening its doors to girls who,
for any reason, needed special
'mothering, and the talk was, as
usual, free and informal. After din
ner the hostess turned to her guest
Father Jenkins" she said, you
have a faculty of living in such way
that you make no enemies, and yet
you are full of strong convictions
and have your own opinions. / wish
you would tell these young ladies
how you manage it, and L would like
to know myself"
The old man pushed his chair from
the table.
"Sister Stodard," he replied, with
intense earnestness, 'when | was
young, 1 larnt manners!"
1t is delicate thing for an outsid-
er to criticise modern methods in ed
ucation. Such exhaustless fields of
study and research stretch out on
every side that it is no wonder the
curriculum is crowded. Yet the wis
dom of emitting instruction in man
ners may be doubted.
No woman made deeper impress
sion upon her generation than Mrs.
Emma Willard, whose school for
girls, founded sixteen years before
Mount Holyoke, was famous through
out Europe as well as America. The
best teachers and most thorough
courses of the time were to be found
at Troy. 1t is curious to see, how
ever, that almost invariably the thing
which made the deepest impression
upon the pupils was the training in
manners" Many and many a girl
in after life, meeting difficult mo-
ments with quiet self-possession, re.
membered gratefully the constant
discipline and Wednesday lessons in
manners at Troy.
Perhaps even finer is the picture of
another woman of the same honored
name, training her girls and boy in
their solitary prairie home.
There's nobody to be introduced
to-" the boy objected, finding cere-
mony irksome.
"But there will be-" the mother re-
piled, with her cheerful smile.
How many times Frances Willard,
the woman, must have thanked her
mother for that wise and patient
training of Frances Willard, the girl
Mathematics, science, history, Ian
guages, each has its place and claim,
although, all too quickly in the press
of after life, dates and formulas may
be forgotten. But through all the
years there will never be day when
gracious manners will not be bless
ing to the possessor and to all with
whom she comes in contact.
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tempting Breakfast Dish.

Melt three ounces of butter and a
tablespoonful of -four, simmer and add
some chopped onion and little pars-
ley. When Drowned, season with pep
per and salt and add cupful Of good
stock of gravy. For the stock, canned
soups, such as bouillon, consomme or
strained julien, may be used. Stir into
this sauce cold beef, minced fl Heat
gradually, thickening with md our;
if necessary. When thorougI Il
sd, stir in tablespoonful
and serve at once on hot toas
ington Star.
Perth Amboy evening news., 1903-04-16

1t is easy to tell how much money
young married people need. But to
tell how much they want would tax
the multiplication table. Chicago
Journal.
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Better to wait,

Lawyer-Madam, it was
up your late husbands
it he particularly reques
should not marry agaiz
Widow-Oh, dear,
your kind offer has
me, but wouldn't
to wait until the
has expired befe
engagement F.? r
Perth Amboy evening news., 1903-04-16

lightning seldom kills a Georgia
mule"
''No, the mule always meets it half
way and kicks it to pieces. Atlanta
Constitution.