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Evening journal., 1905-12-18
Theatrical Notes

The Garrick viii be the only theatre
I'm town open all this week, aud Man
Iager Dockstader has prepared a bill
thai can hard N fail to please those IN
search OF amusement the few days
preceding Christmas. Nine. Rhoda
Royals famous White A.abian horse
"Chcsterfield is to appear at the house
for the first time in what IS generally
considered the most novel and beauti-
ful performance Of the kind in vaude-
vile. Oma Singh. the 9indoO Yogi in
his illusion The Woman Butterfly Of
fsrs a bit of,mystery of a new order,
The act was a big hit at New York
house last week. and can hardly fail TO
attract mo G than usual attention here.
Gavin and Platt, clever singing and
comedo duo; The MEG -ath Bros, ban
jo,sts, and several others wel-known
features. are down on the bill this
week.
People tired of the cheap and rough
/ sensational stuff in so-called melodra-
mas viii have a chance to be refreshed
with a comedy with an admirable ad-
mixture of true melodi anna when Big
Hearted Jim Comes. big Hearted
Jim. comes to the Lyceum next week
for three days opening with Christmas
matinee.
"The Eleventh Hour is one'of Lin
coin j. Carter's best productions and
the cast that will be seen at the Ly-
ceum Theatre on December rs, 20 and
30 is considered the best that has ever
played the piece, It is melodrama
rich in strong and thrilling situations
that arouse the sympathy of the audi
ence at the very beginning
From all reports received from othei
towns. "A Crime OF Justice" which
comes to the Opera House Decembei
2ard is fun worthy OF a liberal patron
age II Is spoken Of as an unusually
strong melo-drama.
one character, that OF wlcksteed, a
= Charles Frederic Nirdlinger's comedy
"Spanalesa Of THE Wooden Horse
2 which wll be ntasenteq at the Gfani
Opera House Oh Chris tnias Afternoon
and right. comine gifeutly from il
= months run q tbe Bread Stree
! Theatre, Philadehhia 99ill give
J general idea of the ge ara pnFport o
the comedy. Wioksteedt an spangles
: Is the board of directorssahd librarian
o OF a Carnegie library located ID on
I Of the small towns IN the Northwest
Wicksteed is an eminently practica
person.. As h Is has =busincss to ren
the library for such purposes as thresh
ing machine exhibits and bowling
tournaments he Is opposed to puttinI
any books IN it,
The success with which the Bower
-Buresquers" who viii be at the Gran
Opera House Tonight, have met sine
presenting the extremely funny farce
, Two Hot knights" and "rhe Ga
Modiste" induced the management O
this popular organization to keep thes
laugh-provoking burlettas in the roper
toire of the "Bowery's" more so sine
" managers all over the country eNpres
Evening journal., 1905-12-18
Silver Ware
Heavy Plated II
Little Above Cost %

We over bought on the N
better quality silver wares II
and want to reduce the
stock. Christmas shop
pers get the benefit of
our miscalculation--prices ?
are cut at least % per
cent, some more.
This is the well known
Jennings ware combining |
quality with beauty of
designs. |
Every piece is fully
warranted.
Table sroo,s 10 do. + worth $500 /
wa now s4.5O /
Tea snoons 10 aoz worth $3.50
now s26j /
Orange spoons, ~ do Worth ndi1 ss9S 80 90
knives 10 dov + worth s475
80 ~ we now 1925
p,tto, kni,,os 49, worth $500
now s4.5O
r.d,os worth S325
now $3.50
AZ. worth S2.75
now $500
,as,o. worth $3.50
''''e' now S1.9o
Bader Bros Co.
Seventh and ShipIey.
Open Every Evening Until Xmas
Evening journal., 1905-12-18
SUITS cALENDARED AND
ON TRIAL.

The case Of Wilmington Candy
Company WIS. Remington Machine
Company Is continued before the court
today. This case will probably occupy
at least two days more.
coNVEYANcEs.
Thomas Ditor and wife to Peter J..
Ford. lot on north side Of Fourth
street "a feet cast Of Lincoln street
lG feet by so feet Consideration, $3.50.
Max Lichtcnstein 90 George w. Tay-
Tor, lot at southwest corner of Sixth
and clayton streets, lot Irregular Con-
sideration, $1,000.
Samuel $. Adams. Jr., to John J,
Cassidy house and lot ON west side of
Madison street &C feet II inches north
Of Eighth street, lot l6 feet inches
by IS feet Consideration. s14OO.
ESTATES OF THE DEAD.
Letters of administration, d. b. n
upon The estate OF Rocco Cichello were
grated TO Isaac r. Brown.
Letters OF administration @. I. a. upor
the estate of Maria Thompson were
granted to Emma T. Gray.
Evening journal., 1905-12-18
LEGALINTELLIGENCE
In the Superior Court
NEW SUITS ENTERED.
lone.
EXECUTIONS.
JUDGMENTS ENTERED.

John V. Craven assignee Of Christie
pher J. Vandegrift, administrator Of
Leonard G.. Vandegrift, deceased, VS..
Wilson Il. Vandegrift and Mary ;.
Nandegrift for $4,000.
William G. Knots VS. John G.. Knots
for $3.50.
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'tAftei I've read IT," he said calmly.
Ned Cramer, that's my letter, and
you have no right to read it."
'On the contrary, it's mine, since,
firstly. you threw it away; and second
ly, picked it up again and gave 1t to
me, ITO have and to hold"
Anne quaked, but she tried bravado.
"Well, it's too dark to read it any
how, besides it's all soaked and
bieared," she said.
MY excellent eyes are not the least
of my many good points" said Ned,
spreading it out carefully. Anne
looked about for means of escape. She
saw Ned lean out and snatch some-
thing out OF the water.
It's the other half" he beamed.
Now. I'll read it to you" He patched
the halves together, held them to his
eyes moment. laid them down again
on his knee and glanced over at Anne.
She looked relieved.
Il told you it was too dark" she
said, triumphantly.
II have some matches" he an
swered, pulling out little case.
Anne" he went on. you know you
love me-"
II know that I hate you," she an
swered.
Anne" he said, smiling at her,
I'm going to give you just one min
ute to tell me you love me, and if you
don't say it, then I'm going to prove
1t to you.''
Anne's heart painted to say yes, but
her stubborn will would not yield. She
said weakly, Ned, l."
A"Time!" called out Ned. and then
he lit a match and leaned over the
letter. Anne bent forward, her lips
parted, her fingers twitching. The
canoe rocked dangerously.
"'Of course I love Ned" read the
man slowly. "The letter" he inter-
rupted himself, seems to be from-er
some one to Clara Carlton "'Of
course love Ned, but he is too sure
of it, and I mean"
He never finished the sentence. for
in her attempt to snatch the letter
tr the muddy river. Anne upset the
canoe and landed Ned. herself and the
letter in the muddy river.
When she regained her balance and
thought of Ned, she discovered him
turning the canoe right side up, and
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paying no attention at all to her. Her
first thought was that II was fortu-
nate he had caught hold of the boat.
Then she gasped in amazement. for
he had leteit go. and it was floating
downstream.
Ned Cramer, are you crazy" she
screamed. Catch It."
I'll take you to the island first"
he answered, and waded through the
shallow water to the bald. sandy spot
they called an island. 1t happened
that when he set her down her feet
touched something hard, but which
moved nevertheless.
Ned" she screamed, 'it's q turtiei"
Ned had started away, and he called
over his shoulder:
"They won't bite II you don't scare
them, or the snakes either.
Snakes! She held her dripping skirts
tightly around her, and stood. pa
thetic but nevertheless a funny figure.
fear written In every line of her body.
She was too frightened to move when
she saw the great turtle she had step
ped on come straight toward her, cram
ing it's bald, snaky head from side to
side. The tears rolled unheeded down
her face and mingled with the water
that dripped from her stringy, wet
hair She sobbed helplessly, and with
Mortified eyes was still watching the
turtle, which had stopped in his tracks
and was leering at her. when she heard
Neds voice. Never had anything
sounded so good to her ears.
do you love me, Anne?"
How one will suffer for pride's sake.
She turned her face toward him, un-
mindful of tears:
II hate you,' she sobbed.
"All right" he called cheerfully "Il
just paddle around a little. and when
you're ready, you call and I'll come.
AS ! said before, the snakes won't be
apt to bite unless you should happen
to step on them or something"
He turned the canoe and took q doz-
en- strokes, feeling like a beastly cad
every time the paddle touched the wa
ter. Then a voice, wild and desperate
with fear, shrieked:
Ned, come back!'
Coming" he called. "wait. Anne"
But Anne, terrified beyond endurance
by the advancing turtle, ran into the
water. and he pulled her, a dripping.
sobbing. disheveled figure, into the
shelter of the canoe and his arms.
You'll never regret 1t, Anne" he
said softly.
But you WILL" she sobbed- I'll
I'll lead you an awful lifel"
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the house found Miss Curtis in her
cool little office.
I've foraged more or less success
fully for the clothes you wanted for
your charges" he said, depositing his
lead, 'and / brought you all the cur
rants that are ripe. You can usa
them, suppose? ?''
You're more than kind" she said
gratefully. You have given me the
first ray of light In a long, wearing
day. Sometimes / think they're very
ungrateful little beasts and I'm al
most tempted to give up this work"
DO" he said eagerly.
She smiled wearily.
IF it wasn't for the question Of
bread ami butter involved"
Try something else," Farrar inter-
rupted.
I'm certainly open to suggestions
she said with sigh.
Well" said he. IT know Q placs
you're admirably adapted to. know
a waif that has some sterling qualities
and many faults. I'd like to see him
under proper care. If the faults were
corrected and the sterling qualities de-
veloped, think he might make quite
q man. I wish you'd take him ana
experiment with him."
And starve In the meantime?" she
asked.
"Oh, no." he said. "The waif Is not
like these here. He has plenty OF
money in trust for him, and o part Of
1t could be set aside for his educa-
ton. What he needs is personal in
terest taken in him. He's a friendless
sort of chap. That's why call him a
waif."
"Tell me more about this" she urged.
"what could / do for him?"
"You could make a man Of him I'm
convinced" he said.
"Where are his relatives" she asked.
"In heaven-I hope" said he.
"Poor chap, and he's all aloneT
Absolutely.
"And you think could get a posi-
ton as sort of governess TO him?"
!. mo" he said fatty. 81 don't"
She lifted her brows.
II think you could make q man of
him as-his wife," said he.
She looked at him in amusement
The she noticed that his eyes sought
hers eagerly, and that his hand. lying
on her desk. trembled.
He's a lazy, rascal waif," said he
haltingly, but with some one to care
for him, he might be different"
Miss Curtis rose~s The gray eyes
seemed looking beyond him and into
the future. And evidently that future
was satisfactory. for she laid her hand
gently on his shoulder and smiled.
Dear. lonesome waif." she said.
And because of all this the fresh-air
fund home is yearly supplied with fruit
from the Farrar place. and the fresh
air fund children who come. new lot
each year. stay as much with Farrar
and his wife as at the home.
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Copyright. 1904. by otho B. senga.,

Copyright. 1904. by Otho B. Senga)
HE ran down the stairs eagerly
Sat the sound of the postman's s
1 -Four or Ave, with checks In,
please" she cried gayly holding out
her hand.
Miss Fairlie. who had received the
mail, passed Kathleen's to her reluct-
antly. Her experienced eyes told her
there were five rejected manuscripts.
Without speaking Kathleen returned
slowly TO her own room.
Poor, little. disappointed grill" sigh
ed the editor. who had passed through
just such bitter experiences years be-
fore.
II won't write any more" poor Kath-
leen was sobbing. Its evident I'VE
made a mistake in supposing I could
write. I'll apply for place scrubbing
offices or washing dishes or something
like that"
She put on her heavy boots and laced
them UP with vicious tugs at the
strings.
1T rains hard-pours down." glanc-
ing out at the unattractive street, "and
I'm glad of tia sunny day would be
actual mockery!'
She put on a short skirt and a mack
intosh and adjusted her oldest hat, cry
ing bitterly all the while.
That story that I sent TO the I'm
perial is Just exactly what the editor
said he wanted-the stupid old thing!
wish I was rich and owned a maga-
zine. Lock at that rip in my glove! I
don't care-scrub women are not ex-
pected to wear gloves
She tramped heavily down the stairs
Don't go out, Kathleen" called
Miss Fairlie's gentle voice. sit is such
a driving storm, and I have just re-
ceived q note from Mr.. Coleridge that
he will call this morning."
i don't want to see him." nliserably.
poking blindly among the umbrellas
and taking the worst looking one in the
stand.
- Please stay. Kathleen" urged Miss
Fairiie, he won't enjoy call with me
alone 1t must seem lonely when he
comes now-only two of us-and there
used to be so many
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Wanted: A Job''
By Ohio B. Senga

Kathleen stopped crying long
enough to snap out pettishly, Let
him stay away, then. What does he
come here for. rich man like him :?
I hate rich people!''
Miss Fairlie laughed. "You needn't
hate him for that reason. In this
note he says he wants us to know that
he has lost every dollar he possessed.
He asks il I can help him get the
position of assistant editor on 'Brins-
ley's' that is to be vacant SOON
Kathleen stared at her with wide,
startled eyes.
I'm very, very sorry for him.
turning her tear-stained face away;
'it's hard to be poor, even for those
who are used to it."
Wont you stay in, Kathleeen?"
II can't. Miss Fairlie. I'm in just
that mood that I must go out and
walk. I'll come back for lunch,
though, il you're to be here"
"I shall stay at home to-day. Walk
OF your blue devils and then come
home and make yourself pretty. Til
ask Mr.. Coleridge to stay for lunch
Kathleen plodded aimlessly along
in the rain. forgetting her own misery
in the contemplation of the changed
fortunes of Mr.. Coleridge.
How will he endure it?" she
thought pityingly. Il suppose he'll
have to give up that elegant home
and his horses and carriages and
everything. I dare say he'll miss the
orchids the most. And his summer
home and the auto-oh. dear. haw
hard it will be! / didn't think Miss
Fairlie seemed very sympathetic" re-
sentfully, "and they have been such
friends, too.''
The rain poured down increasingly
and the cold east wind pierced her
through and through.
MY feet are sopping wet" she NUT
tered wretchedly. 'and IL the wind
blows much harder I'll have to put
the umbrella down: it is all can do
to hold it. Perhaps he's trampfng
around this morning looking for work
and is cold and wet-and hungry
She sobbed in pity at the picture
presented by too vivid Imagination.
and stepped unseeingly off the side
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from him and huddied miserably back
into the corner.
Don't touch me-" she cried sharply.
"and don't talk more-I can't bear it,
now"
And then q miracle happened-fcr .
man comprehended . woman's feelings.
Coleridge reached into the hroadcloth
pocket at the side Of the carriage and
drew out Z hand-mirror.
sv'Look. Kathleen. see how pretty the
rain has madA yeur hair curl"
She caught the glass eagerly. 81
thought there was mud on my nose."
laughing and crying together. Its q
wonder there isn't, the way I fell
down"
He took the mirror from her gently.
You haven't answered my question.
Kathleen"
She gazed earnestly into his pleading
face. "Couid you really be giad to be
peor7"
III you loved ms. Kathleen. I could
be glad Tor eyerythipS."
Then please b 6iaA." she rnurmured
softly. "fpr I have iovAd ycu always"
he took her IN his arms and held her
close. "Kathieeu, dear. + am half
asherned now to tell yen. but that note
to Miss Eearlis was . bese deception
to yon. I,wantsd 70 be sure that you
loved me, xiae-poor and 'out Of q job :"
do yon mean that you ere not poor
that you are still rich?" she cried re-
gretfulIy. "oh. and thought could
help you"
You will help me with your love.
dearest. and j am doubly rich now that
have ycu."
She was siisnt for . moznent, and
thsn laushsd joyously. "on second
thought I am glad you are rich--I want
you to buy masasine."
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hendingly for a second and then his
face lightened
IL have hopes of one" graveiy.
I'm glad-so glad. Oh, wish
could give it all back to you."
The money, you mean?"
Yes. you'll miss 1t So"
Money isn't all - there are other
things. Kathleen" earnestly watching
her expressive face. What would you
think of woman who refused man
because he had become poor?"
Did Miss Fairlie do that?" cried
Kathleen hotly. II never dreamed she
would be so mercenary!"
would you do that, Kathleen?"
No, would not!" passionately. 'rd
love him all the more and try to make
it UP to him In other ways"
I'D be glad to be poor II ] could
know that you loved me, Kathleen"
She gazed at him with frightened.
troubled eyes.
II have loved you long time.
Kathleen" he urged, "but you are %
much younger I was afraid to ask
YOU"
But you have just proposed to Miss
Fairlie!" she burst forth vehementiy,
and she refused you because you are
now poor
''oh. no." quietly, II only supposed
case. / proposed to her ten years
ago and she refused because she cared
more for her career. We have been
good friends ever since 1t IL you.
Kathleen. that want, II you care
for a poor man-an old fellow like
me-
He put out his hand entreatiugly ana
touched her wet glove. She shrank
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bGcco pouch. If he was nervous he did
not show it.
Shall I'VE say October, then?" he
queried, adding with a note of tender
ness in his voice: You have made me
very happy, Anne. You will not re-
gret-'
We'll, of all the cool impudence l
ever heard!" gasped Anne. Il wouldn't
marry you if-if-" She stopped, OK
asperated.
'If you didn't love me- he finished
for her.
II hate you," she boiled. This is
six times you have made that insane
assertion this summer. Love you!
act as if l loved you, do I?' She stop
ped padding and looked at him. Her
eyes blazed. and he thought she hadn't
looked so pretty since the last time
she had refused him.
NO." she said. you act as if you
didn't, but 1 know you do" He look
ed serious. why, it stands to reason.
Anne, that you love me. or you
wouldn't get SO mad when l tell you
about it,
Ned Cramer." she blaZed out 'if
you ever try to make love to me again,
Tll-I'll make you sorry. Now, you
either talk about something else or
keep quiet"
She had evidently forgotten about
her intention of reaching the island,
fer she put down her paddle and let
the canoe drift idly along shore. It
was growing dark, and a crescent
moon was family shining in the east.
Anne. looking attentively upstream
saw a white speck in the water. and
taking her paddle, fished it out and
deposited it, dripping. on his knee.
Its the letter." he announced.
touching it. Anne started.
Give it to me- she demanded,
holding out her hand.
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(COpyrlgnt, lSV4, Dy ftlcuarQ b. Onel-
TOM
-A ARRAR had never before num-
bered philanthropy among his
sins. but since Miss Curtis had
taken charge OF the Fresh Air
Fund Home in the little village
where he spent his summers. Farrar
had evidenced a decided interes. in the
movement.
Heretofore he had labeled children
of the fresh-air- fund variety and other
wise-as unmitigated little nuisances,
whose chief aim in life was to annoy
their elders and bring peoples hearts
into their mouths by falling into the
river or crossing the street in front
of q speeding automobile.
He had even complained to the town
authorities-before Miss Curtis took
charge, Of course--of the noise created
by the fifty or more youngsters who
resided q few doors below his place.
and he had suggested that the home
be removed to the woods outside the
town.
But with the advent OF Miss Curtis.
Farrar's attitude underwent a sudden
6ua kaUIOuSu CAdu6c. = LOIn Tie mo-
msnt he laid eyes on her young. earn
est face and looked into her clear gray
eyes-all this was at the postoffice while
he was apologizing for humping un-
tremendously against her-Farrar
thanked his stars that the town au-
thorities had not listened to his sug-
gestions concerning the removal of the
home.
1It was because of Miss Curtis that
the youngsters Of the home held fire.
quent and boisterous picnics in Far
rar's pine grove; 1t was because OF
her that they often rode-a dozen at
a time-fn his automobile and picked
his gooseberries and currants unmo-
Tested. 1t was Jimmy Morrissey-
possessed Of ell the precocious wisdom
OF East Side childhood-who summed
up the situation in the declaration:
'Huiiy gee! De gazabo's dead easy,
cause he's daffy on her-see?"
Farrar walked down the street tow
ards the home in the redf glow of an
August evening, huge basket of cur
rants in one hand and a bundle of
cast-off but still useful clothing
(begged personally from young mat
rons Of his acquaintance in the other.
Behind him strobe his solemn-faced
gardener. similarly aceoutered and
evidently OF the opinion that the boss
was out Of his head.
On the veranda of the home, Farrar
dismissed the gardener, and entering
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walk into the gutter, through which
a flood of water rushed noisily. A
sudden gust of wind tore pitilessly at
the old umbrella, ripping the cover
from the ribs and fairly upsetting the
sobbing girl. who -clung desperately
to the handle as she went down into
the rushing, muddy water.
II wish 1t was deep enough to drown
me-" she gasped, as she struggled to
rise.
why. Kathleen. child, why are you
out in this storm?"
In her misery she did not recognize
the strong. comforting voice and she
only cried heIplessly as she was lifted
bodily into luxurious carriage and
the door closed.
Don't cry. Kathleen, wen be home
in few minutes and you must make
yourself dry and warm before you
take cold and are sick. How for
tunate I was passing and on my way
to The octagon, too"
The Octagon was the home of the
bachelor girls. six OF them once, now
only two, thanks to Cupid.
She was trembling with cold and
nervousness and wretcnedly conscious
of her wet, bedraggled, miserable ap-
pearance, but the pitiful picture of
her imagination was still too strong
to be dismissed.
did you-get a job?" she whis-
pered intensely and then laughed
Historically at the unfamiliar phrase
ology of her question.
coleridge stared at her uncompre-