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The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-11-29
THE ROMANCE OF THE SPOTTED LAMB Tz TOLD

her ear to the wall--a day or two before
she had discovered a tiny hole where
knot Of wood had fallen out
I spoke In anger, but now with
draw il. Dear Jack. the wine Is sour
without you There Is no one to set
the table in a roar. Almack's is de-
serted. The pretty women are ineon-
Isolable. Come back with me TO the
town You look as though you were
tired Of your country within"
Il will go where you like" Mr. Jones
voice had the strangest sound Of suffer-
ing. only let me make a hasty toilet.
am not ht 10 be seen with your high
ness"
you won't escape me again. Then I
shall let you go. Upon my honor. Jack,
was deucedly sorry I said it I
can't make excuses. even to you. though
love you. man. It shall not occur
again. promise you. on the word of a
prince"
Il had forgotten it. I assure your
highnssss
TAA voice Of utm ost detection brought
the tiers to Mrs L1mIey's kind eyes.
An hour later the splendid coach was
again at the door Of The Spotted
Lamb. Mr. Jones had clad himself
again in the sober fneness OF his early
days. The blood was washed from his
lip He looked no more now than care
worn and old
Mrs. Lumley was in tears. Mr.. Jones
was coming back no more. A man would
be sent to fetch away his belongings.
He had left more gold on the table than
would pay for a years lodging. and
Mrs Lumley did not care to take It up.
Just at tie last he paused-4n the mar
row inn passage where the great person
preceded him. and turned aside into the
little brown parlOr. There had been
stocks and gilly1owers when ne came.
There were now Mary lilies and the
last of the roses. A sheaf OF lilies in
the brown room was sharp as the fash
OF an angels sword.
After all" he said. you were wise
you kind soul She chose the lad and
rode with him at daybreak G6Od-by.''
he kissed her cheek and was gone.-The
Sketch
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Jones had made them used 10 at The
Spotted Lamb"
Mrs. Lumley went out. ali curtseys. to
the side Of the coach The gentleman
asked for Mr.. Jones. and was told he
was out; he then asked if he might have
a private sitting room to await his re-
turn.
THE Spotted Lamb and. indeed. the
whole village for the matter OF that.
was all in a futter. The servants who
came with the coach soon told the name
OF their master. Mrs Lumley was quite
overcome. and vowed that nothing would
induce her to enter the parlor, where
he waited. because she would surely
faint on approaching him.
So she had hartshorn to her nose. and
in the safe hiding place Of the store
closet. lay back in a chair listening 20
the Impatient pacing TO and fro Of those
august feet.
At last word was brought to her that
Mr.. Jones was returning. She FASTENED
out as fast as her trembling feet would
carry her to warn him of who awaited
him. But he passed her by without a
word What had come to him2 The
good woman could have screamed out
right at his face. that put even her
news out of her head
It was fallen in a mass Of haggard
lines and shadows. IF ever despair sat
on a face. it sat there Although he
would not wait for her to speak, he
walked slowly and heavily His white
silk coat was stained. as though he had
lain with it in the grass before the dews
were dried. The laces at his wrists We're
torn and dangled in a few shreds. Blood
trickled down his chin. where he had
bitten his lip through.
lord love your honor. what has hap
pened to you?" she cried.
He went on as though he had not
heard her. and passed within the parlor.
whence so often she had heard the song
of Dolly.
The door closed slowly. She had heard
the shout inside:
why. Jack, / have come for youl"
She few TO the store closet and laid
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had come into his hands and was to be
made ready for Dick Stones daughter.
Many people. though they had liked
pretty Dolly, thought # little short of
a scandal that she was TO sit in old
Madam Alvanley's sceat.
There were others who said that Dick
Stone had got more joy out of the mar
riage than his daughter, and that pretty
DoIly's roses were whitening. But If it
was so, her infatuated lover knew
nothing of it.
Dolly's mouths a string Of pearls,
Damask roses on her cheek;
Mid her dimples and her clrls
Love himself plays hide and seek.
The song of Dolly was forever on his
lips, but Mrs. Lumley smiled no longer.
She had never known good to come of
such unequal marriages. and the mem
DRY of Oliver Buckenham's attitude. as
though he lay on the rack. troubled her
One morning. in the dews and scents
OF the hour before dawn, she heard a
horse gathering furiously through the
village
1T viii be Mrs. Stiles at the Leas. -
she said to herself. and John Stiles is
riding for the midwife pray the
poor soul may not be mortal bad, he
rode at such rate"
But it was not Mrs. stiles, for John
Stiles was in for his beer next morn
ing and reported his wife still up and
doing.
Mr. Jones went off as usual about
half an hour before noon. walking on
air. sid the gossips. who leaned
through, the door Of 1.-The Spotted
Lamb to watch him
About z o'clock there was another
sensation. for a magnificent coach. with
positions and footmen. drove up to
"The Spotted Lsmb.' and the positions
and footmen and ccachmen all had pow
dered heads and were dressed in Hveries
of scarlet fine enough for a duke or the
lord mayor of London
One gentleman rode in the coach. Re
wore no powder. but his head Of curls
fell about his handsome. feshy face.
and his clothes We're even finer than Mr.
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ILVT will only be an off chance
~Retter than no chance at an
i But I don't ike to be beaten.

EtlAEL IMAM IN N-'----
/ But l don't ike to be beaten"
II know. but how often have /
heard you use the expression you can
not win when you cannot lose.
VERY well. dear. IN enter the mare
to please you. But who Is to ride her
You know I am much too heavy
Mrs. Bradbury. the wife of NJ. F. H.,
smiled upon her lord and master. having
gained her point.
Leave that TO me. she said. You
enter the mare. win supply the rider"
IAN right. It's your affair. I believe
viii enter the mare in your name"
DO. cried Mrs Bradbury. that will
be jolly"
The master Of ,he hounds strobe on
toward the stables and his wife went
about her domestic duties with a pleas
ed smile
"Of course" she said to herself. lit is
only an of chance as Dick says. but
then she is such a dear girl and Jack
is such a nice boy" Which observation
on her part seemed TO indicate that
there was more in her anxiety to have
Daisy Bell entered for the Stewards
Cup at the coming AIeadowthorpe stunt
races than appeared on the surface.
The Bradburys always entertained
quite a house party for the hunt races,
as behtted the NJ F. II. and his lady
This year only about half a dozen guests
were expected. but Mrs. Bradbury had
already begun to lay plans which con-
cerned the future destines of at least
two Of them.
Margaret Hampton was the first Of
the house party to arrive. She was a
charming fair-haired. blue-eyed crea-
ture. whose one season in society had
not yet robbed her Of the giriish fresh
ness Of her convent life. She was an
especial favorite ~ Mrs. Bradbury,
and was directly concerned in the lat
ter's mysterious plot which included the
running Of Daisy Bell for the Stewards
Cup.
Then there were the Middletons-Mr.
and Mrs. Dick-old favorites at Mead
owthorpe. Harvey Wickham. Fred Mat
thews. and Jack Pierpont Margaret
Hampton was the only unmarried wo-
man in the party-which was also part
of the above mentioned deep-laid plot. Z
well, how about your rider for
Daisy Beu?" asked the NJ. F. II. of his
wife the day before the races were TO
take place; Middleton, you know. is
riding his own horse. Ralph Goring is
going to ride Major Barclays chestnut,
wilkins has his own horse in. Who
are you going to get?''
''Mr Pierpont has promised to ride
for me-" answered Mrs. Bradbury de-
murely.
"Pierpont! That boy? Why. what
does he know about riding a steeple-
chaser"
He has ridden a good deaI-some-
where in the South. I believe. He says
ne can do it,"
very well. It's your affair, you
know"
Now the truth Of the matter was
that Pierpont felt quite as doubtful az
the NJ r II. of his ability to ride a
three and one-half miles cross-country
race against such riders as the Meadow
thorpe Hunt Club afforded, But when
Mrs. Bradbury asked h;m TO ride her
horse for her he was not the man To
refuse. He had ridden a good deal, and
hunted a little IN the South. whore
the fences are not very fOrnlida bic
and he made up his mind in an in
slant to take his chances. though he
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The Tenement Cat.


The poets have SOUNDED the praises
OF Angora, Persian. -altese,
And the tabby which pu-rs soft and gazes
About her in comfort and ease.
But who for this feline has spoken.
Unless TO below our "Scatf'
IT'S a wonder his spirits not broken
Poor Thomas, the tenement cati
He belongs 20 the Murphys and Gibbons,
As well as the schmidts and the Browns
He never knows coIlars or ribbons
Or smiles-only swear words and frowns
He creeps in the gloom Of the Railways,
Begging bone Al each fat;
Restless. and half famished always,
Is Thomas. the tenement cat.
And though unwelcome. unwanted,
II the Gibbons but toss him a bone.
The Murphys and Schmidts, all undaunted,
VIII both claim Tom as their own.
And then such racket and wranglei
CFlatiron. stove lid, brickbat),
And out Of the mix-up and tangls
Flees Thomas. the tenement cat.
Outlines by a rope he IS swinging
From elothesprOp or furnished ROOM sign
And the kids never tire Of hinging
Old boots at this vagrant feline.
His thin fur is rumpled and scs ttered,
But he's OF at the scent OF a rat
He thrives though he's beaten aud battered
Does Thomas, the tenement Cat.
Chicago News.
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The Road to Happiness.

The women's clubs declare
The road 10 happiness
Lies Ger the plump cellar
And salad made Of cress;
That il goes gladly by
This path Of pure delight
The copper bottoEled PIE
And biscuits far from Light.
All these things may be true,
But let rs take a look
How many girls do you
Know who would like 70 cookg
Chicago Tribune.
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It Wouldn't Do.

It Wouldn't Do,
Ii sun wasn't golden,
II skies weren't blue,
wonder what poets
And lovers would do?
Imagine, for instance
e moment suppose
Ihat rea-green the sun showed
In skies Of old rose:
ThrD rrets and ars
flr-crce wUs icspair
O. l,l
Her eyes and Her hairi
New Orleans Times Democrat.
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up TO the Bradbury brake after the race.
where he was warmly welcomed and
congratulated. TO the surprise Of every
one. by Margaret Hampton.
The latter turned 20 Mrs. Bradbury
70 introduce him. and whispered a few
words fin her ear
Really cried that designing person.
How perfectly delightful You must
dine with us tonight, Mr. Richmond
II has been a secret" said Miss
Hampton. blushing- But you may an
nOunce it tonight if you choose.
That VIII be splendid Mrs. Brad
bury's enthusiasm was unbounded.
You don't know how much 1 appreci-
ate the honor
The n. F. HIS party drove homeward
on the brake Mrs Bradbury occupied
the box seat Miss Hampton sat be-
tween Richmond and Dick Middleton.
while Mrs Middleton vainIy endeavored
to coax into a good humor those two
vanquished heroes Of the pigskin.
Harvey Wiclsham and Jack Pierpont
For a long time neither the NJ F. H.
who was smiling triumphantly and bit
ing his mustache with suppressed
amusement, nor his wife. who looked
somewhat annoyed. said word. Then
Mr.. Bradbury spoke
so the dark horse won after ALL" he
said simply.
Yes. But you needn't be horrid about
it," his wife returned. somewhat short
ly.-Town and Country
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
Artificial Babies.

A genius has invented a mechanical
Laby designed for the use of ladies'.
when travelling, who wish to secure
the sole use Of compartment of a
railway carriage. Here is an extract
from his printed circular:
Common travelling infants yielding
intermittent cries of fear, and capa-
BILE of being put into the pocket. 10s.; (;
second class, crying not too loudly.
but lamentably and insupportably,
20s.; third class. full squallers, with
a very piercing and aggravating voice
of five octaves, G?; the same ar
ranged as a prompt repeater. f2 6s.:
fifth class, first quality, capable of
continued squalling, f3. These babies
can not only be set going in a moment
Gas indeed can most living ones). but
they can also be stopped as quickly.
which the natural ones cannot
London Answers.
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
CHAPTER xiv.
The Thetis, West indiaman.

Nothing happened the next two
days The crew were bitterly dis
appointed by the escape of the Madre.
They admitted that their commander
had not deceived them. That sort
of fortune over which the black star
trembles had admitted them TO a sight
of the object of their cruise; but for
Bland and his accDrsed schooner, the
Spaniard might have been theirs.
However, 1t was to be the next
ship; Captain Pope had s"orn 1t. Cap
tain Crystal had echoed the oath. The
men, defeated in their greed. wild to
get money and end the dangerous
cruise, were furiously determined.
1t was a Sunday morning, fair and
peaceful; one OF those sweet. warm
mornings. which at sea make you
think of the glad music of the noun
ing lark. while memory calls up the
woodland scene, the dusty road, the
little highway inn.
Crystal had come up from breakfast,
leaving Pope at table, and Grindal, re-
lieved from his watch on deck, was
rolling forward, when loud. clear
voice, sang from the fore-top- gallant
yard, sail ho!"
Ito be continued)
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08

guns to bear upon the Gypsy, flash!
and her most Ineligible hint OF
thunder veiied the fok'sle in blue pow
der smoke.
The brig was put dead before the
wind. Her people toiled in frantic
haste, and in a frenzy of desire to
escape; for well did they know the
penalty that many of them would have
to pay II that shapely cloud of soft,
swelling whiteness astern brought the
grinning artillery of the hull below
within easy reach of the Gypsy's
spars.
Il expect that scoundrel Bland has
peached." says Crystal fiercely to
Pope. while the two captains stood to-
gether near the wheel watching their
lofty, swaying pursuer. Does he
gain ON us?"
NO" answered Pope, with the sud.
den decision of conviction. But
curse seize this swell! Is 1t the FORE
runner of a calm? Then we are dead
men. Johnny. Or is there wind be.
hind it?"
Il believe l see wind in that sky"
answered Crystal, looking into the
southeast. What shall you do II she
overhauls us?"
Strike" answered Pope.
"I'll not be taken alive" said Crys.
tai. so help me God, will shoot
myself when you strike. II. after fight.
ing them. am alive. I'll not swing"
Again the frigate tried the range
to no purpose. All the pirates looking
as one man could not see where the
shot hit the water.
There could be no question that the
Gypsy was not only holding her own.
but that she was distancing her pur-
suer. When her people made sure Of
this, their savage exultations broke
out. They filed cans OF gin and rum.
and Pope, fourishing glassful. roar
cd out:
Here's to our brave little sweet.
heart. Here's to her darling heels. my
lads. Drink to her-drink to her!"
And roaring huzza went up from
the crew.
III they're going to broach the liquor
casks in this fashion," muttered Crys.
tai In Pope's ear. making dreadful
face as he slowly turned his eyes
from the frigate. "there'll be no fight.
ing when fighting's wanted"
"There'll be no fighting anyhow"
answered Pope. "what! with . nfty.
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
Caustjc Criticism,

r. X. Munkittrick. editor Of Judge.
tells good story Of one OF his neigh
bors out In the wilds of New Jersey.
The said neighbor. while in a prepara-
tory school. concluded that he would
one day startle the world with his
lofty literary style.
Having devoured many works. Of
rhetoric, he finally landed in Harvard.
where he determined to begin with
his startling" tactics. He prepared.
at great length. an essay that he says
he considered a masterpiece of sub
lime and lofty style. When It came
back he was quite astonished to find
the following brief criticism written
across its face In large blue-pencil
letters:
Don't you think you took . pretty
long run for SO short q slide? ?"-Now
York Times.
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
HAD oBEYED HIS ORDERS.
indian Servant Sure He Could Not
Have Offended.

rave OnenoeO.
Old world domestics make the best
possible servants, because they work
like machines, never forgetting an or.
der and doing exactly as they are told,
without presuming to think for them.
selves. But once in a, while this lit.
eral adherence to duty produces some
awkward results. An American woman
living in India, with native servants,
once told her butler to see that there
was always a napkin at the bottom OF
the fruit dish, cake basket, ETC., when
these were brought to the table. The
napkin was thereafter always in its
place. But one day tureen of vege
table soup was served, and the hos
tess began to WELD the long, old
fashioned silver lad1e about in it.
Something very like a fringed rag
made its appearance in the first
plateful. The butler was summoned
to remove the dish. 'It cannot be that
the mem sahib found no napkin at
the Eottom," he hazarded, much dis.
tressed because of this unexplained
disapproval, for myself placed there
the largest one l could find"
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
Lumber Supply Decreasing.

Estimates by conservative lumber
men show that the days of numbering
in the upper peninsula of Michigan
will soon be past. Before five years
have passed there will be practically
no timber left standing in Baraga,
Houghton and Keweenaw counties
large enough to make a log. Menom-
inee county, which about ten years ago
was the largest lumber producing dis
rict in the world, has lost its rank
and now produces scarcely tenth of
Its former amount. The mills which
were located there have been moved
to Louisiana and Washington. Baraga
has timber enough to keep it's few
mills running for a few years more,
but like all the other parts of the state
where numbering has been carried on,
its end Is near. Every season makes
the timber tracts of Houghton county
smaller
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
The Two Captains
(By w. CLARK RUSSELL.
Copyright by F.co 1sg7by
(By w. CLARK RUSSELL.

Of grog apiece. the two captains went
on deck.
It was not until five bells, half-past
two, that the three sail sprang ir.o
sight ahead; two showing from the
deck before the third. 1t was plain
they were keeping company and sail
ed close together. Pope and Grindal
had been watching the ships on the
bow through the telescope intently
| for some time in silence, when Grindal
exclaimed:
"The little 'un to the right is a
| schooner. She's under small canvas
while t'othr shows all she's got to
spread, and the amidship vessel" he
added after pause, letting the glass
sink from his eye and speaking in a
hollow voice, while he fastened his
wicked bloodshot gaze on the COM
mander's countenance, "is a frigate-
as should say by the histe of the
tawsls, of all fifty guns"
| "Quick! the glass!' shouted Pope.
| He wrenched it with the violence of
a sudden passion Of excitement out of
/ the boatswain's hands, looked, and in
note of thunder bawled:
"It's an English frigate, as you say,
conveying the Madre, that's half
wrecked aloft. and the schooner Julia
Morton is her prize, by heaven!"
He then rushed aft, roaring, SHIFT
your helm two points; let the shift be
gradual! Grindal, trim with caution.
A hellish trap to stumble on! All of
a sudden, tool" He was blood-red with
sensations and passions.
Pope was perfectly right; but then
no seaman aided by glass could
have mistaken; the schooner was I'M
dolbtedly the beautiful fabric COM
manded by Captain Bland, and the
ship with her fore-topmast gone an
swered in every minute point to the
description Pope had received of the
| Madre de Dios.
"Damnation! she's after u.s." below
ed Crystal.
And sure enough the frigate might
be seen with yards slowly squaring
rounding slowly out from her con.
sorts, and as she brought her bow
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08

gun ship, and say four hundred and
fifty of a crew? A single broadside
would blow us into ribs"
At four o'clock in the afternoon the
frigate was still In chase, but the light
breeze and the keen entry of the brig
had helped her as though with the
gift Of an auxiliary screw, and now
when you looked at the man-of-war
you saw that she was sunk to her
ports, but still she hung astern, full
majestic moon of canvas deadly in
resolved pursuit.
"Ain't the wind scanting," said Grin
dal to Captain Pope, creasing his
nose and snuffiing as he brought his
wicked eyes to bear on his comman-
der.
I'VE may have 1t out OF southeast"
answered Pope. II shall keep all on.
everything abroad, dead before it until
we can sail her into darkness which
can't be far off; though fire seize that
sun! dye notice how slow he always
is in his going when nights wanted
in a hurry?"
1t was famous saying of Nelson.
"that at sea good deal must be left
to chance" and very often chance.
which is another name for fortune.
will show mercy to the undeserving
even to pirates, though a meritorious
frigate has been sweating astern all
day in their wake. For by six o'clock
the sky southeast was painted a
threatening dark gray with a mass of
loose stuff sullSily scaling off it; and
now it was that both Pope and Crys-
tai stood waiting breathlessly; it was
life or death to them; they stared into
the horizon and their faces looked
their tremendous intentions. Each
man as he gazed saw the brig filled
with men-ofwarsmen and his own
corpse crimsoning the white plank
with great bullet wound in his head.
No! these starving master mariners
had hoisted the abhorred flag for
fortune, not for a gibbet.
Then with no further scanting the
wind shifted all of a sudden slap with
the run of the swell.
"Starboard your helm! Starboard
your helm!" roared Pope. See what
| are they doing yonder?"
Such cheer as man reprfeved
| from death would send up to heaven
or being scoundrel pirate would send
down to the devil, broke from Pope's
deep throat as he dropped the tele-
scope and turned to Crystal. The fri
| gate with shift of wind had down
helm and was bracing her yards up to
join the two vessels out of sight be-
hind the rim of the sea. She had
abandoned the pursuit.
With a huge oath Crystal dashed his
cap on to the deck, shouting, What
an escape"
Scarce had he said this when all
hands began to see what had hap
pened and they fell mad. The decks
were covered with dancing figures.
the air was split with their hideous
roars of Joy.
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08

npon the scene. then" said Captain
Bland. with a peculiar glow in his
dusky eye. II will make off. 'Tis a
rule of mine never to interfere in any
good business that may be doing by
my friends"
Sol" cried Pope. his face lighting
up, leach of us then has his chance,
and no man can ask for more. Your
hand on that bargain. friend" and he
stretched his arm.
Captain Bland gravely squeezed
Captain Pope's fingers. "A prosperous
voyage, Captain"
Gilpin observer., 1903-10-08
Touched Wrona spot.

When Conan Doyle was practicing
medicine, in the days previous to his
literary success, he had little patience
with hypochondriacs-w persons
who imagined themselves to be i'll
when, really, there was nothing the
matter with them.
Robert Barr tells of man who Wis
tied Doyle one day with an imaginary
ailment in his side. He described this
ailment in great detail. Putting his
hand above his hip, he said:
Il get pain here, doctor, whenever
l touch my head"
why on earth. then" said the ply.
sician, do you touch your head?"-
Boston Post.