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did not place the letter in the hands of the filing clerk.
 That the city was to harbor an Italian countess may have interested him, but if 1t did no one knew it.
 So the contessa, with her chaper- one, her maid and her friends, finally arrived, and there was not a suspic- ion among the city's inhabitants that she possessed title. They might never have known it had it not been for her desire to visit the quarter of the city in which dwelt her countrymen.
 Tt is certainly a wonderful coun- try" remarked the Contessa Angela. "I believe that after all l am more American than anything else"
 They proceeded on their way, en- tering shops of all kinds. Passing along the street. they heard a mon ster photograph blarinS forth strains of The Star spangled Banner" The Contessa had never lisened to this invader of American peace, and was momentarily delighted.
 She entered the shop and spoke to the proprietor in his native tongue. He opened his heart wide in patriotic hospitality, and started to put the instrument through it's paces.
 Naturally he selected Italian com positions and songs, while Gerald, his guests and the general manager. who had been at the Markham mansion to dine, waited in polite patience.
 Then suddenly the contessa faint ed. She was carried into a little dirty
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, story, which might win a prize, and which at least would not be sure to meet rejection, as would Lackton's s ubbish-suppose he should send it in place of the latter?
 True, should the story be printed, the substitution must inevitably be | discovered-but that could be con sidered later. Then, with a determined look upon his face, seized a large envelope, placed his manuscript within it, to- gether with the letter which Dick had written to accompany his own story. and sealed, stamped and di- rected the package to the White Ele- phant publishing company.
 When the doctor saw Dick the morning following, he said in reply to the eager inquiries of that would be literary genius: Yes, the story is good one, I think. 1 have sent 1t in and should not be greatly sur ! prised if 'The Pine Tree Inn" were to bear off one of the prizes"
 The Pine Tree Inn," Dick gasped "why my story was The Romantic ! Adventure of MT. Sylvester"
 "Yes, but you know" said Dr. Ray mer quietly, that a great deal de- bends upon the title of a story. Yours is too cumbersome. The title of a story must be short and attractive. "The Pine Tree Inn" has quite TO- | mantle air about it and is a title likely to arouse the readers inter | est''
 Some weeks later when Dr. Ray mer called at the Lackton home, he
 found Mrs. Lackton fiuttering ex- l citedly about the room, while Dick
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~ ONE people can remember when
 the city of Markhams was A hardly more than a farm.
 For generations the old Markham farmhouses, built at the foot of a steep precipice with a crown of complaining pines on its summit, sent forth from its eapacious doors hardy men and women, who fought good battle with the world. ! Across the face of the precipice swere the bare ribs of the earth, broad streaks of profitless rock. They caught the snow in winter and when the .spring rains came and washed them kelean they shone forth delicate pink
 4de in the sunlight.
 8he early Markhams did not know #ydn these pink streaks lay the for
 ae which was to make later genera 5ns of their family millionaires, and ould make the vicinage of the old 4arm a busy, dirty, money-making Fcity.
 It all happened when old Pete Markham climbed up there one day and found the deposit of pink gran ite, now famous the world over.
 He died possessing more money than all the preceding Markhams put together.
 All this was so long ago that few can recall it, and certainly not the
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inner wrath. But she didn't snort She simply gazed at the back of the other woman's hat and head with the
 baleful light of utter hatred in her eyes. But she said nothing, and just waited.
 The other woman seemed to know full well that the woman standing
 behind her was suffering from all of
 the bangs of unappeased vengeance and hate. Consequently about a mo- an:
 ''Er-by the way, how many yards are there on the entire bolt?' Fourteen" replied the saleswam- an.
 Well" drawled the woman who
 had got there first, but who, at the outset-until the other woman ar rived-had only meant to buy three
 yards-"weIl, I think I shall take
 the entire piece. Yes, you may let
 me have the entire piece" and she deliberately wheeled around on her stcoi and gazed with a cool smile square into the face of the woman who was standing behind her. The other woman was simply blind with rage at this time. She glared at the woman seated on the stool. Then she extended her gloyed hand and
 made a motion with it like the clos ing claw of a splitting tabby, at the same time further initiating the tab
 by by uttering the sound, ''f-ft!' 'Cat!" she said in a wrath-strang- led voice to the sitting woman, and l then she turned and strutted down
 the aisle.
 "Ha-ha-ha!" airily laughed the sitting woman. and then she added to the saIeswoman in a tone meant for the ear of the retreating woman. ::
 What curious pairsons one does
 meet with In the shops, to be sure," Adore isn't the word for it.
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 other night. It was that which made her i'll. Of course, 1t is none of my business, but"
 Tt certainly was none of your bus iness," the head of the Markhams said, for he was very angry, and then he slammed the door.
 The general manager smiled, for he had other investigations in pro- gress.
 A few months later the Contessa Angela and her husband returned to the chief of the Markham clan con- siderable sum of money to reunite the pair; but that he was glad to do so, after he had learned other facts, which the general manager secured by the aid of a New York detectivel bureau. ."~ -'
 The correspondence which was' found in the contessa's husbands possion in New York was sufficient to convince him that he was the in tended victim of a robbery of no small proportions. But he preferred to have matters quietly arranged on a basis that was not unprofitable to the would-be robbers.
 He has since apologized to the gen. eral manager for his abrupt manner of receiving truly valuable informa- ton. He also regards the phono- graph as one of the most wonderful of American inventions, but not so much for its musical qualities as for it's merits as a detective. ~.
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OW the women do adore one H another! Ye-eh.
 One of those two women
 Cwho illustrate the adoration part of iO reached the bargain lace counter of the department store about 27 seconds ahead of the other one few afternoons ago. The lace on the counter had been marked down from 3S to 14 cents, or some such matter.
 The woman who got there first must have had some sort of a hunch that another woman was tagging along, bound for that counter, and so she swept the heaped-up bolts of lace with quick and uneTring eye. It didn't take her more than three seconds to take in every bolt of lace on the counter, and with fine facility she picked out the prettiest pattern.
 She took tine bolt of lace in her hands and examined it critically.
 q think" she said musingly, with finger to lip. addressing the sales woman, that I'll take about three yards of this"
 By this time the other woman had come alongside the bargain lace counter, thus verifying the first wom- ans bunch.
 The second woman made a nasty survey of the pieces of lace on the counter, but the piece that she was looking for she didn't find. Presently she glanced at the bolt of lace that the first woman had ordered three yards of and her glance frightened. That was the kind of lace she wanted. She stood and waited.
 Yes, about three yards,'' said the first woman, and then she suddenly glanced back and caught sight of the other woman eyeing with a wolfish eye the piece of lace from which she was buying the three yards.
 Come to think of it." she immed- lately said to the saleswoman, q be- lieye I'll take six yards of this" and then she cast back sort of Well, how dye like that?" look at the wom- an standing in rear of her.
 The latter sniffed and pretended to be looking the other way.
 "Six yards?" said the saleswoman 1o the first woman to reach the coun- ter. ----t
 '.Ye.es, guess so," was the reply. f'It's awfully pretty and cheap, isn't 1t? Yes, I'll take six yards
 Ali of this took time, and the sec ond woman to arrive at the bargain lace counter was manifestly becom- Ang impatient as she shifted from one
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competing for a prize?"
 Now the doctor was, after profes- sional hours, somewhat of a literary crank himself, and not altogether an unsuccessful one. He contributed to several of the leading magazines at irregular intervals.
 Indeed, he had in one of the pig eonholes of his library desk at home a story which he had written with the possible view of entering it in this very same prize competition.
 Dr. Raymer, however, said nothing of all this to Dick, who explained his plans eagerly, and asked the doctor if he would be good enough to look over his story when completed, make such corrections as his past exper- fence lead him to believe necessary, and send it on to the White Elephant office in New York.
 A few days later, at the close of his customary visit to the Lackton cottage. Dr. Raymer received from MT. Lackton's hands a bulky pack age. This. in the quiet of his study that evening, he proceeded to ex- anime.
 As he had conjectured, the story was mere rubbish. and to forward it to the publishers would be a mere waste of time and postage stamps.
 But could he tell Dick this? Dick, who was fiustered already in anticipa- ton of successful authorship? Could he cast a blight upon the plans of the new enthusiastic Mrs. Lackton, who, filled with the faith that re- moveth mountains, had commenced already to prepare for the trip to
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once upon a time.
 Yes. and very good fiction, too. |" his wife retorted merTily, and should you some day become famous and The Love Letters of Richard Lackton be published, you may get the credit for some rather fancy writ ing: but I don't think you can enter them for a prize in this contest.
 'Twould be difficult to make very short story of some of those letters. '" Mir. Lackton was recovering slowly from long and serious illness. To complete his recovery the doctor had prescribed his patients removal, for
 time at least, from the raw air of Bentonyille, O., to the rareled atmos- phere of Colorado.
 Now the present state of Lackton's l finances was very bad indeed, and if
 his recovery really depended upon
 prompt removal to that favored re- zion, the present outlook for Dick
 was extremely gloomy.
 When Dr. Raymer next visited his patient he found him propped up in
 an easy chair before the fire. with writing materials in his lap and the main portion of his small and ill., 1 assorted library scattered about his feet in approved literary fashion.
 What, writing your will?" Dr. Raymer queried laughingly, 'I as sure you there's no hurry about that.
 We'll have you ready to start on your Colorado trip in a few days"
 And then, as he caught sight of the
 White Elephants glaringly conspicu-
 ous advertisement which lay out spread upon the floor, he added: Whats this? Are you thinking of
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waved frantically in the air a type written sheet to which was pinned a very interesting slip of light blue paper.
 The doctor took it and read as follows:
 Richard Lackton, Esq. Bentonville,
 Ohio:
 Dear sir-we take pleasure in advising you that your story, "The Pine Tree Inn," has been awarded first prize by the judges in our late short-story contest, and in handing you herewith our check for s1,000, The prize story will appear in an early issue of the White Elephant. Sincerely yours, The White Elephant Publishing Co.,"
 The flrst-prize story was to be pub lished soon. Dick and his wife would discover the good-natured deception that had been practiced upon them and would feel humiliated. What was to be done to prevent this?
 At Manitou Springs. Col, a few days later, Dick Lackton read aloud to his wife the following epistle. ap- parently emanating from the White Elephant Publishing Co.,, though had he examined the postmark on the envelope it might have struck him as strange that 1t had been mailed in Bentonville, O.:
 Dear Sir-We are very sorry to inform you that the manuscript of 'The Pine Tree Inn" has been acci- dentally destroyed. We have an nounced this story extensively to ap- pear in our next issue and cannot disappoint our subscribers. As we have no time to secure a copy from
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RS. LACKToN had been IHIR watching her husband for
 FE at least two full minutes.
 To judge from the tense. eager expression on his face he had found something of extreme interest among the miscellaneous collection of periodical literature which Dr. Raymer had furnished his patient to help him while away the tedious hours of convalescence.
 'AXhat is it, Dick?" she asked pres ently. You look as if you had just discovered sure recipe for making your fortune"
 Why, replied Richard Lackton. "the White Elephant announces a short story contest. Professional writ CTS are not allowed to compete. The best story is to be awarded. a prize of S1,OO0, and there are any number of smaller prizes"
 Well, is that all?" sighed Mrs. Lackton. Now, what earthly good does that do you. Dick, dear? You don't imagine you can write story, do you?"
 T don't know about that" Dick replied, a trihe testify Tt is true that l never have written regular story, but my school compositions used to be thought pretty fair, and, you see, there are so many prizes of fered that it seems as if one could hardly fail to win one of them: be- sides" he added dryly, "you used to think that I could write rather well
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~ psssspSfpS'oSrp~sQSssQ you before going to press, we have taken the liberty of running another story, which is already in type, under your title. If you will furnish us with a copy of the original under new title, we will publish it in future issue" Now this, of course, was a most un-i likely sort of letter for a publish1 to write, but Dick was ignorant such matters, and accordingly cepted 1t in all good faith. He would try to rewrite the
 of course, but there was no about the matter. Dick commenced to do SO
 Colorado, in the mining z
 story writing, which he
 up in the first place foi,
 no longer appealed to hl
 He did not make an
 construct his original rom' fortunately, could remembel
 it-and as, strange. to say. rN
 lisers of The White Elephant N
 again referred to the matter, he COZ cerned himself no more about it. When, as happened on several oc- l casions, a genuine letter from The White Elephant Publishing company reached him asking for another story
 in the same vein as the last. he
 would say produly to his wife: You see. if wanted to, could coop my self up and earn our living with my
 pen. but the outdoor life for me!'' As for Dr. Raymer. he is now more | widely known in the literary than in
 the medical world, though his place
 in the latter is by no means an unim- portant one.
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was plainly getting on her nerves.
 So she leaned over to the sales woman and said:
 When this CT this lady gets through. will you kindly cut me a piece of that bolt?"
 Certainly" replied the saleswom- an. "There'll be quite bit left
 At this remark of the saleswoman's s the other woman cooked up her ears, as much as to say, "Oh, there will be quite bit left, will there? Well, we'll see about thatl"
 Do you know" she said, with an aggravating drawl to the saleswom- an. T really believe I shall take nine yards. It's so pretty" The woman standing behind her looked as if ready to snort in her
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OFFICER AND SOLDIER
 WELL. MATCHED

An Irish soldier wanted to get a furlough and trumped up story that his wife was very sick and had writ ten him to come home. The captain knew some of Pats tricks, so he said to him that he had received letter from the lady and that she told him not to let Pat come home as he got drunk, broke the furniture and mis- treated her shamefully.
 Pat saluted and started to leave the room, but in reaching the door turned and said:
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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY.

Some years ago one B. of Keokuk county, la, made a wagon trip through adjacent southern states. On his return he recounted to his friends his impressions of his journey.
 Now, for instance" said he, "I went to a farmer to ask him the way to the nearest town. It was about 11:30 a. m. and I wanted to push on; but these here southern fellers is SO bospitable he would not let me. He says: Light. stranger. an come to dinner So lit
 They had great big dish of fried potatoes in the middle of the table. The host pushed the dish towards me an says: Have some, stranger I took spoonful an pushed 'em back.
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he lodged an old shoe which came sailing in through the car window after the train had started.
 NO, I had every bit of rice in the house boiled this morning." said the bride, as she fumhled with a white ribbon bow which decorated the suit case.
 And people think this is fuupy!"
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The Last Laugh

The wedding party had come to the train to see them off and had played upon them all the old-time jokes which probably no bride and bride groom except Adam and Eve have ever escaped, and which seem anus ing only to the perpetrators.
 Well, at least we didn't get any rice" remarked the bridegroom, as
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Sir, may I speak to you-not as an officer-but as mon to mon?"
 Yes, Pat; what is it?"
 Well, sor, what I'm after sayin' is this remarked Pat, going close to the captain and lowering his voice, that you and l are two of the most illigent liars that the Lord ever made. I'm not a married mon"
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AT THE INTELLIGENCE OFFICE.

An what will me wages be-" Six dollars a week." Thursday afthernoon an evening off?"
 Yes"
 Do yez send tn washin' out?' "Yes. And we have no children. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
 Let me see a photograph av yer husband"
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she was once the wife of an Italian known as Risella?"
 Yes, I've understood SO"
 Well, her husband is in New York, a musician who earns a living by singing into photographs. That was his voice the-woman heard the
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He pushed 'em over again an says:
 Have some more, stranger took another spoonful an pushed 'em back. He says: Take a whole lot, stranger So took another spoon ful an pushed 'em back Then he pushed 'em over again an says: Take d-d near all of 'em, stranger
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Nothing you could do would be more desirable. I would give any thing. T."
 Kindly hear what I have to say. You may not feel so then. It seems
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foot to the other. She wanted some lace of that piece herself, and the cool insouciance of the other woman
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entitled it The Pine Tree Inn"
 It was not so bad. It might even be of prize-winning quality.
 Then came another thought to him. Suppose he should send in his own
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this-as the flame will be drawn to- ward the window, not blown from it.
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Colorado? Clearly he could not.
 The doctor thought, presently, of the story he himself had written. He drew it from its dusty resting place and read it over. The doctor had
The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1906-06-20

important they that Root secretary state. will
attend conference in person To impress sister
republics. Mr.. Root will sail have at his service
the Charleston which is being specially prepared
the trip About twelve days will be spent Rio before
MI Root visit the other American capitals
In consequence OF the policy declared by President
that the United States will policeman for
countries the south Of by preserving order there
compelling the payment OF their debts TO Europe there
Is dis.inct us by Of the South American
this appears have unfavorably affected
trade with them. II Is to allay these fears Of
gressye policy that Mr. Root will pay these visits and
incidentally what be done open greater market
for our products.
That It has become necessary send the secretary
of state such mission shows the urgency action
and that there danger Of friction II the "bg stick"
policy is persisted in To send extraordinary peace
envoy ship remarkable that is unparalleled
for ENJOYS and ambassadors although often travelling
great state when visiting civilized countries always
protected by the governments they
rely them for protection Is the powerful ship in
which secretary state will be conveyed another hint
to South America that the big stick" Is reality and that
have whole feet of ships that rastng and
becoming obsolete for lack of real service? President
Roosevelt and his secretary of need hardly be
minded that the mailed hand and threat not
ducve friendship and that trade is only promoted by
peaceable methods
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DON'T TALK ABOUT HEAT.

That Chicago who had been dumb for twenty
should have found better his voice at the
instsnt OF It's recovery than his brother rs this
hot enough for your" is dscouragng
II would be far peasanter generally II lot OF other
people who insist talking about the heat should be
stricken dumb twenty years
There is nothing very brilliant said about the
heat best And almost invariably those who perssently
talk about its being hot have anything brilliant to
iay about anything.
Everybody else knows that it's hot and realizes just
how net, quite well you do.
The other fellow is doing his best to forget it's hot
Don't pour boiling reminder upon him, There is no
information, no pleasantly. good Fellowship
under the scorchlng rank idiocy-in the worse
than psrrot-lke remark that it's hot What the pae?
what matter IL you ARE persprng at every pore?
whc about your pores when everybody else has
Hooded pores of his Dam your pores-f you can;
anyway don't talk about them any Of the countless
millions welterng the heat other troubles OF
then own
Even II II be the very hottest day OF all the year
Every year before in all the
has hottest day and people not oniy lived through
It. but right with their regular occupations
Tne and heat have not concentrated upon you al all
only little grease sizzling for instant
eyaporate and gone forever myrads billions
have szzled and gone before YOU
II you ere minding your business you ought tc
be you can forget the heat No is little worried
by the heat the busy