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The three of them stood there for a
BAVID J. RANDALL
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‘lovely, isn’t she?”
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ways in order. Try as he would, he
couldn’t get it out of order. Pat’s wife
saw to that.
As he swung jauntily down the tree-;
head. Then she arose.
“Let us go in. Hetty is eager to
you again.”
They started up the terrace.
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thim,” said Pat ruefully.
He was not to begin sketching the
figure until the following day. After }
luncheon, however, he had an appoint-
ment to inspect Hetty’s wardrobe, os-
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Sara shot a look at his rapt face,
and turned her own away to hide the
queer little smile that flickered briefly
land died away.
Hetty, pleading a sudden headache,
'declined to accompany them later on
। in the day when they set forth in the
' car to “pick up” Brandon Booth at the
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“Truxton King"etc.
selfishly, insufferably in love as things;
went with all the Wrandalls. They;
hated selfishly, and so they loved. Her
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fresh, but long after she had passed
out of range of his vision.
"I know her,” said Sara quietly.;
"It‘s very clever, Mr. Booth.”
“There is something hauntingly fa-
miliar about it,” he went on, looking
at the sketch with a frown of perplex-
ity. ‘Tve seen her somewhere, but
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of roses in her arms—red roses whose
stems protruded far beyond the end
of the pasteboard box and reeked of
a fragrant dampness.
She gave him a shy, startled smile
as she passed. He had stopped to
make room for her on the turn. Some-
what dazed, he continued on his way
down the steps, to suddenly remember
with a twinge of dismay that he had
not returned her polite smile, but had
stared at her with most unblinking
fervor. In no little shame and em-
barrassment he sent a swift glance
ing comparisons with other
the same line of endeavor.
That the business man
several hundred
and that
Perhaps in a crowded street, or the
theater, or a railway train—just a
fleeting glimpse, you know. But in
any event I got a lasting impression.
Queer things like that happen, don’t
you think so?”
CONDITIONS REVERSED.
Fort Worth Record:
In the years before the coming
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the European war, London and Paris
and Berlin were the money-loaning
cities of the world, that is, their finan-
few minutes, awaiting the butler’s an-
each negotiating for
country aggregating
ne was Deszde her on the proam
seat, his face beaming, his gay little,
mustache pointing upward at the ends)
like oblique brown exclamation points, j
so expansive was his smile.
"I adore it,” she replied, her own •
smile growing in response to his. It
was impossible to resist the good na-
ture of him. She could not dislike 1
him, even though she dreaded him ’
deep down in her heart Her blood;
was hot and cold by turns when she)
was with him, as her mind opened and ।
shut to thoughts pleasant and unpleas-
ant with something of the regularity;
of a fish’s gills in breathing.
“When I get to heaven I mean to
have a place in the country the year
round," he said conclusively.
“And if you don’t get to heaven ?
I suppose I’ll take a furnished flat
-somewhere.”
Sara was waiting for them at the’
bottom of the terrace as they drove,
up. He leaped out and kissed her’
hand.
“Much obliged,” he murmured, with
a slight twist of his head in the direc-
tion of Hetty, who was giving orders,
to the chauffeur.
"You’re quite welcome,” said Sara,
just been turned on by the butler. The
girl stood in the path of the light.
Booth was never to forget the loveli-
ness of her in that moment. He car-
ried the image with him on the long
walk home through the black night.
(He declined Sara’s offer to send him
over in the car for the very reason
had made - on his
monly pretty girl not far from your
place the other day—and yesterday,
as well—some one I’vp met before, un-
less I’m vastly mistaken. I wonder
if you know your neighbors well
enough—by sight, at least—to venture
a good guess as to who I mean.”
a gown for the picture. As a matter!
of fact, he had decided the point to.
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above. As he glanced up their eyes
met, for she too had turned to peer.
Leslie Wrandall was standing near
the foot of the stais. There was an
eager, exalted look in his face that
slowly gave way to well-assumed un-
concern as his friend came upon him
and grasped his arm.
“I say, Leslie, is she staying here?”
cried Booth, lowering his voice to an
excited half-whisper.
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to know.
' They found Booth at the inn. He
was sitting on the old-fashioned porch,
surrounded by bags and boys. As he
climbed into the car after the bags,
the boys grinned and jingled the coins
in their pockets and ventured, almost
(in unison, the intelligence that they
would all be there if he ever came
• back again. Big and little, they had
! transported his easel and canvasses
(from place to place for three weeks
or more and his departure was to be
(regarded as a financial calamity.
Leslie, perhaps in the desire to be
(alone with his reflections, sat forward
■with the chauffeur, and paid little or
no heed to the unhappy person’s com-
ments on the vile condition of ‘all vil-
lage thoroughfares, New York city in-
cluded.
“And you painted those wretched
(little boys instead of the beautiful
•'things that nature provides for us out
•here, Mr. Booth?” Sara was saying
’to the artist beside her.
“Of course I managed to get a bit
of nature, even at that,” said he, with
a smile. “Boys are pretty close to
(earth, you know. To be perfectly hon-
est, I did it in order to get away from
(the eminently beautiful but unnatural
(things I’m required to paint at home."
"I suppose we will see you at the
’Wrandall place this summer."
“Who knows? It was a venture on
my part, that’s all. She may be think-;
ing of you, Mr. Booth.”
“Or some chap in old England, that’s
more like it,” he retorted. “She can’t
be thinking of me, you know. No one
ever thinks of me when I’m out of
view. Out of sight, out of mind. No; ■
she’s thinking of something a long)
way off—or some one, if you choose to
have it that way.”
Brandon Booth took a small cottage!
on the upper road, half way between:
the village and the home of Sara
Wrandall, and not far from the ab-
horred “back gate” that swung in the
teeth of her connections by marriage.)
He set up his establishment in half a
day and, being settled, betook himself
off to dine with Sara and Hetty. All,
his household cares, like the world,
rested snugly on the shoulders of an
Atlas named Pat, than whom there;
was no more faithful servitor in all;
the earth, nor in the heavens, for that’
matter, if we are to accept his own
j sight around the bend in the road. He
(■had waved his hat to Hetty just be-
(fore the trees shut off their view of
her. She was standing at the top of
(the steps beside one of the tall Italian
:vases.
“I’ve never seen such eyes,” he ex-
' claimed.
quite fre-
i spoke to Leslie. As lie turned, she
handed him the envelope, without
Hetty walked up the long ascent
(ahead of them. She did not have to
look back to know that they were
(watching her with unfaltering interest.
She could feel their gaze.
“Absolutely adorable,” he added, en-
larging his estimate without really be-
ing aware that he voiced it.
He Was as Deeply Perplexed as Ever,
■ as sketchily drawn as the one he had
made of Hetty, and quite as wonderful
in the matter of faithfulness, but ut-
terly without the subtle something
that made the other notable. The
craftiness of the artist was there, but
the touch of inspiration was lacking.
Sara was delighted. She was flat-
tered, and made no pretense of disguis-
ing the fact.
The discussion which followed the
exhibition of the sketch at luncheon.
tion of a body to which was given the
name of the Chamber of Commerce of
the United States, which it is believed
is doing satisfactory work in inves-
tigating new fields and improving old
ones. It is believed that the business
men of the land are overlooking very
much in their forward march and if
they are not investing as much thought
as Mr. Fahey thinks adequate, they are
nevertheless working hard and think-
ing deeply, not all of them, perhaps,
but enough to refute the assertion that
they are guessing where they should
be employing their mental abilities.
the part of her brother-in-law. The
evening. 1 nave my trusty crayon !
about me always, as I said before.”
Later in the afternoon Booth came
face to face with Hetty. He was de-
scending the stairs and met her com-
ing up. The sun streamed in through
the tall windows at the turn in the
stairs, shining full in her uplifted face
as she approached him from below.
He could not repress the start of
amazement. She was carrying a box
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JEFFERSON ON PREPAREDNESS.
Orange Leader:
National defense advocates have
raked up this passage from a letter
written by Thomas Jefferson regard-
ing the military situation of the
Uited States a century ago:
“It'proves more forcibly the necessi-
ty of obliging every citizen to be a
soldier. This was the case with the
Greeks and Romans and must be that
of every free state. Where there is no
oppression there will be no pauper
hirelings. We must train and. classify
the whole of our male citizens and
make military instruction a regular
part of collegiate education. We can
never be safe until this is done.”
Mrs. Wrandall leaned forward and
Booth was full of the joy of living. She should pose for him in the dainty
Sara was at the bottom of the ter-" white drese che hod en +he+ —
In Which Hetty le Weighed.
Booth and Leslie returned to the
city on Tuesday. The artist left be-
hind him a “memory sketch” of Sara
Wrandall, done in the solitude of his
room long after the rest of the house
was wrapped in slumber on the first
was very animated. It served to ex-
i cite Leslie to such a degree that he
J brought forth from his pocket the
treasured sketch of Hetty, for the pur-
pose of comparison.
The girl who had been genuinely en-
thusiastic over the picture of Sara,
and who had not been by way of know-
ing that the first sketch existed, was
covered with confusion. Embarrass-
ment and a shy sense of gratification
were succeeded almost at once by a
feeling of keen annoyance. The fact
that the sketch was in Leslie’s pos-
session—and evidently a thing to be
cherished—took away all the pleasure
she may have experienced during the
first few moments of interest
Booth caught the angry flash in her
eyes, preceding the flush and unac-
countable pallor that followed almost
immediately. He felt guilty, and at
the same time deeply annoyed with
Leslie. Later on he tried to explain,
but the attempt was a lamentable fail-
ure. She laughed, not unkindly, in
his-face, ; —
face clouded.
"I have had a feeling all along that
she’d rather not have this portrait
painted, Mrs. Wrandall. A queer sort
of feeling that she doesn’t just like the.
idea of being put on canvas.”
“Nonsense,” she said, without look-
ing at him.
Hetty met them at the top of the
steps. The electric porch lights had.
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nouncement. Sara’s arm was about.
Hetty’s shoulders. He was so taken
up with the picture they presented
that he scarcely heard their light chat-
ter. They were types of loveliness-so;
full of contrast that he marveled at
the power of nature to create women
in the same mold and yet to model so
differently.
As they entered the vestibule, a,
servant came up with the word that'
Miss Castleton was wanted at the.
telephone, "long distance from New
York.”
The girl stopped in her tracks.,
Booth looked at her in mild surprise,
a condition which gave way an instant
‘later to perplexity. The look of an-
noyance in her eyes could not be dis-
guised or mistaken.
“Ask him to call me up later, Wat-
son,” she said quietly.
“This is the third time he has called,,
.Miss Castleton,” said the man. “You,
were dressing, if you please, ma'am,
the first time—” t
“I will come,” she interrupted sharp-
ly, with a curious glance at Sara, who.
for some reason avoided meeting
Booth’s gaze.
“Tell him we shall expect him on
F'riday," said Mrs. Wrandall.
; “By George!” thought Booth, as she
'left them. "I wonder if it can be Les-
lie. If it is— well, he wouldn’t be flat-
tered if he could have seen the look in
her eyes.
Later on, he had no trouble in gath-
ering that it was Leslie Wrandall who
comment.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed.
1 "Mr. Booth is a mind reader," she
explained. “He has been reading
your thoughts, dear boy.”
Booth understood, and grinned.
! “You don’t mean to say—” began
the dumfounded Leslie, still staring
at the sketch. "Upon my word, it’s a
wonderful likeness, old chap. I didn’t
(know you’d ever met her.”
"Met her?” cried Booth, an amiable
conspirator. "I’ve never met her.”.
“See here, don’t try anything like
(that on me. How could you do this
if you’ve never seen—"
“He is a mind reader,” cried Sara.
: “Haven’t you been thinking of her
steadily for—well, we’ll say ten min-
utes?” deranded Booth.
Leslie reddened. “NonsenseI”
“That’s a mental telepathy sketch,”
said the artist, complacently.
“When did you do that?”
“This instant, you might say. See!
r kings. Now
and Italy are
loans in this
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Great Britain, France .
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duently interferes with the statesman
who may be engaged in an attempt at
solving some intricate commercial puz-
zle may be and is probably true, but
only in part. It is true, not only of
business, but of every other field of
effort, that those actively employed in
any particular work are quick to re-
sent a disturbance of conditions that
have been found to be satisfactory, if
not perfect. It is but natural to sup-
pose that business men are better ac-
quainted with business conditions and
methods than the occasional visitor
into these realms, and while there may
be a diversity of opinion even among
business men, they do not interfere
with the adjustment of irregularities
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Leslie had refused to allow the
sketch to leave his hand. If she could
have gained possession of it, even for
an instant, the thing would have been
torn to bits. But it went back into his
commodious pocketbook, and she was
too proud to demand it of him.
She became oddly sensitive to
Booth’s persistent though inoffensive
scrutiny as time wore on; More than
once she had caught him looking at
her with a fixedness that betrayed per-
plexity so plainly that she could not
fail to recognize an underlying motive.
He was vainly striving to refresh his
memory; that was clear to her. There
is no mistaking that look in a person’s
eyes. It cannot be disguised.
He was as deeply perplexed as ever
when the time came for him to depart
with Leslie. He asked her point blank
millions. It is announced that another
large British loan may be placed this
month; that France is seeking a loan
of $300,000,000; Russia $100,000,000, and
the. financial agents of Italy are ask-
ing for large sums. Conditions have
been reversed. Uncle Sam today is the
champion money.lender of civilization.
on the last evening of his stay if they
had ever met before, and she frankly
confessed to a short memory for faces, that he wanted the half-hour of soli-
, - .t Was not unlikely, she said, that he • tude in which to concentrate all the
She was walking "had seen her in London or in Paris, : impressions she
but she had not the faintest recollec- ;
tion of having seen him before their !
meeting in the road.
called, but he was very much in the
new idol of the Wrandalls was in love,. dark as to the meaning of that ex-
long.
, “I’m mad about her,” he said sim-
ply, and then, for some unaccountable
reason, gave over being loquacious
and lapsed into a state of almost
lugubrious quiet.
She glanced at his face, furtively
at first, as if uncertain of his mood,
then with a prolonged stare that was
frankly curious and amused.
"Don’t lose your head, Leslie,” she
said softly, almost purringly.
He started. “Oh, I say, Sara, I’m
not likely to—”
"Stranger things have happened,”
she interrupted, with a shake of her
head. "I can’t afford to have you
making love to her and getting tired
of the game, as you always do, dear
boy, just as soon as you find she’s
in love with you. She is too dear to
be hurt in that way. You mustn’t—”
“Good Lord!” he cried; “what a
bounder you must take me for! Why,
'if I thought she’d— But nonsense!
Let’s talk about something else.
Yourself, for instance.”
She leaned back with a smile on
her lips, but not in her eyes; and
drew a long, deep breath. He was
hard hit. That was what she wanted
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l inn. They were to bring him over, I remarkably good likeness of Hetty
i bag and baggage, to stay till Tuesday. | Castleton, done broadly, sketchily,
, "He will. be_wild to paint her," de- with a crayon point, evidently drawn
with haste while the impression was
The Military Training- Camps as-
sociation will carry on a comprehen-
sive campaign to obtain recruits for
military camps in different parts of
the country this summer. The com-
mittee having this work in charge
includes among its members several
university presidents, although, it is
to be presumed, the head of Leland
Stanford is not among them. It finds
that nearly 1,000,000 young men be-
come of age each year in America, of
whom 750,000 are fit to be trained to
bear arms. Between the ages of 19
and 25 there are more than 4,500,000
men fit for service, of whom 200,000
are in colleges. With this immense
mass of raw material to draw from it
certainly would be no hardship upon
the American people to maintain a
trained and equipped reserve force of
1,000,000 civilians.
in the, time we have been a nation
reached the height of our ambition by
becoming the leading commercial na-
tion of the world, is no discredit to our
acumen; it merely indicates that we
have not had sufficient time in which
to develop. Neither Mr. Fahey nor any
other observer of American business
methods should undertake to criticize
the commercial class without giving
full credit for what has been accom-
plished, time, experience and capital
being taken into account when mak-
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President John H. Fahey of the
Chamber of Commerce of the United
States warns the American business
men that they should place less re-
liance upon their ability to guess and
devote more thought toward the pur-
poses engaging their time; he also ad-
vises that the business men be less
partisan in dealing with great eco-
nomic questions and in so doing, put
an end to the discouragement offered
men in public life who are doing their
best in an endeavor to solve some of
the big problems incident to the life
and progress of every great nation.
Probably Mr. Fahey has penetrated
deeper into the ramifications of com-
mercial life than has been the priv-
ilege of the average citizen, but the
prevailing opinion is confirmatory of
the belief that the business men of
America are where they are because
they have put brains as well as capi-
tal into their calling.
Perhaps the president of the Cham-
ber of Commerce of the United States
has in mind that coterie of Wall street
operators who call themselves business
men, but whose practices partake more'
of the methods of gambler than the
science of commerce; for it is well es-
tablished that the principal stock of
( these gentlemen consists in an ability
to outguess the'other fellow, but it is
scarcely just to the true business men
of the land to be put in the same
class with these individuals who have
made Wall street famous.
We have but to glance over the his-
tory of business in the United States
for the past- century to become con-
vinced that the tremendous results at-
tained in this line of national activity
has not come as the result of guessing.
There has probably been more earnest
thought given to the erection of some
great business enterprise than to the
settlement of some of the international
controversies that have occupied the
minds of statesmen during the same
period of time. Because we have not
“She’s a darling,” said Sara and forthelkTrnZi T. \
j changed the subject, knowing full well i pr-the, ln a meIcan’t place her.
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that he would come back to it before
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Here is the crayon point. I always
carry one around with me for just
such—”
“All right,” said Leslie blandly, at
the same time putting the envelope in
his own pocket; “we’ll let it go at
that. If you’re so clever at mind pic-
tures you can go to work and make
another for yourself. I mean to keep
this one.”
. “I say,” began Booth, dismayed.
“One’s thoughts are his own,” said
the happy possessor of the sketch. He
turned his back on them.
Sara was contrite. "He will never
give it up,” she lamented.
“Is he really hard hit?” asked Booth
in surprise.
"I wonder,” mused Sara.
"Of course he’s welcome to the
sketch, confound him.”
"Would you like to paint her?”
“Is this a commission?"
"Hardly. I know her, that’s all.
She is a very dear friend."
“My heart is set on painting some
one else, Mrs. Wrandall.”
"Oh!"
"When I know you better I’ll ten
you who she is.”
“Could you make a sketch of this
other one from memory ?" she asked
“Enchanting!" Said He, Almost Too
Loudly.
sne appeared thougntrm
"Oh, there are dozens of pretty;
girls in the neighborhood. Can’t you
remember where you met—” She
stopped suddenly, a swift look of ap-
prehension in her eyes.
He failed to note the look or the;
broken sentence. He was searching,
in his coat pocket for something. Se-
lecting a letter from the middle of a
(small pocket, he held it out to her. .
“I sketched this from memory. She
posed all too briefly for me,” he said;
Three distinct efforts have been
made by the Teutonic powers to lessen
the number of their foes during the
past several months. All have been
in vain. The enemies hedging in Ger-:
many are as implacable as those who
surrounded the French republic and
empire one century ago. They have
united upon one common endeavor—
the destruction of a power which
threatens to dominate Europe as com-
pletely as did Napoleon. The back-
bone of this coalition—as in the coali-
tion against Bonaparte—is the British
empire. It is significant perhaps that
not a single one of the nations with
whom Germany has tried to conclude a
separate peace has listened to the Teu-
ton terms. Especially is this true with
reference to Japan, which has profited
the most and done the least in the
war, and where public sentiment favor-
able to the Germans appears develop-
ing. Nor will Belgium, which has suf-
fered the most and been least to blame,
listen to the proposals. That this con-
flict is only going to be decided by the
extinction of one side or the other ap-
pears more and more probable.
merely for the pleasure of interfering.
The business man’s education is prob-
ably a more liberal one than that of
the legislator and this entitles him to
be heard without being accused of be-
ing an obstructionist, where n purely
business matters are under discussion
and where a radical change is being-
suggested.
The very fact that there is in ex-
istence today such an institution as
the Chamber of Commerce of the
United States is proof that the busi-
ness men of this country are investing
thought as well as money in their af-
fairs. They long ago realized that if
they entertained any hope of spreading
beyond the confines of the United
States they must do some pioneer
work and this called for the organiza-
pressive look; He only knew that she
was in the telephone room for ten min-
utes or longer, and that all trace of
emotion was gone from her face when
she rejoined them with a brief apology;
for keeping them waiting.
He left at ten-thirty, saying good
night to them on the terrace. Sara
walked to the steps with him.
“Don’t you think her voice is love-
ly?” she asked. Hetty had sung for,
them,
"I dare say," he responded absently.
“Give you my word, though, I wasn’t
thinking of her voice. She is lovely.’’!
He walked home as if in a dream.
The spell was on him.
Far in the night, he started up from,
the easy chair in which he had been
smoking and dreaming and racking:
his brain by turns.
"By Jove!” he exclaimed aloud. "II
remember! I’ve got it! And tomor-
row I’ll prove it.”
Then he went to bed, with the storm
from the sea pounding about the;
cu j ,22 ... , suburb. The price of the property was
_ She. smiled, upon -.him--with halfe given as $13,000,
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Urged by Sara, she had reluctantly
consented to sit to him for a portrait
during the month of June. He put the
request in such terms that it did not
sound like a proposition. It was not
surprising that he should want her for
a subject; in fact, he put it in such a
way that she could not but feel that
she would be doing him a great and
.enduring favor. She imposed but one
condition: The picture was never to
I be exhibited. He met that, with bland
magnanimity, by proffering the canvas
to Mrs, Wrandall, as the subject’s
“next oest friend,” to “have and to
hold so long as she might live,” “free
gratis,” “with the artist’s compli-
ments,” and so on and so forth, in airy
good humor.
Leslie’s aid had been solicited by
both Sara and the painter in the final
effort to overcome the girl’s objec-
tions. He was rather bored about it,
but added his voice to the general
clamour. With half an eye one could
see that he did not relish the idea of
Hetty posing for days to the hand-
some, agreeable painter. Moreover, it
meant that Booth, who could afford to
gratify his own whims, would be
obliged to spend a month or more in
•the neighborhood, so that he could de-
vote himself almost entirely to the
consummation of this particular under
taking. Moreover, it meant that Vivi-
an’s portrait was to be temporarily!
disregarded.
Sara Wrandall was quick to recog-
nize the first symptoms of jealousy on
“Who?” demanded Wrandall va-
cantly. His mind appeared to be else-
where.
"Why, that’s the girl I saw on the
road— Wake up! The one on the
envelope, you ass. Is she the one you
were telling me about in the club—the
Miss What’s-Her-Name who—”
“Oh, you mean Miss Castleton. She’s
just gone upstairs. You must have
met her on the steps.” .
“You know I did. So that is Miss
Castleton.”
"Ripping, isn’t she? Didn’t I tell
you so?”
"She’s beautiful. She is a type, just
as you said, old man—a really wonder-
ful type. I saw her yesterday—and the
day Defore."
“I’ve been wondering how you man-
aged to get a likeness of her on the,
back of an envelope,” said Leslie sar-
casticallv. “Must have had a good
long look at her, my boy. It isn’t a
snap-shot, you know.”
Booth flushed. "It is an impression,
that’s all. I drew it from memory,
’pon my soul?’
“She’ll be immensely gratified, I’m
sure.”
“For heaven’s sake. Les, don’t be
such a fool as to show her the thing,”
cried Booth in consternation. "She’d
never understand.”
“Oh, you needn’t worry. She has a
fine sense of humor.”
Booth didn’t know whether to laugh
or scowl. He compromised with him-
self by slipping his arm through that
of hfs friend and saying heartily;
"I wish you the best of luck, old
boy."
“Thanks,” said Leslie drily.
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Champion Definitely Decided to Make
Home at Chicago.
By Associated Press.
Chicago, Feb. 10.—Jess Willard, 2
heavyweight champion, has become a
full-fledged resident of Chicago. It
was announced today that Willard had
purchased a home in Rogers Park, a
e2
F2
house, and slept serenely until Pat
and Mary wondered whether he meant
to get up at all. , .
“Pat,” said he at breakfast, “I want • ‘
you to go to the city this morning and
fetch out all of the Studios you can
find about the place. The old ones are
in that Italian hall seat 'find the late .
ones are in the studio. Bring all of ' *
them.”
“There’s a divvil of a bunch of
husband had been their king. But
their king was dead, long live the;
king! Leslie had put on the family]
crown—a little jauntily, perhaps—i
cocked over the eye a bit, so to speak]
•—but it was there just the same, an-;
noyingly plain to view. ,
Sara had tried to like him. He had
been her friend, the only one she could
claim among them all. And yet, be-
neath his genial allegiance, she couldi
detect the air of condescension, the
bland attitude of a superior who de-
fends another’s cause for the reason]
that it gratifies Nero. She experienced;
a thrill of malicious joy in contemplat-
ing the fall of Nero. He would bring1
down his house about his head, and;
there would be no Rome to pay the‘
fiddler. (
*******
7
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The intention of the private armor-
plate manufacturers to raise the price
of their product $200 per ton if con-
gress decides to erect or purchase
armor-plate factories, is about the
boldest defiance that the government
has met with in some time. “The
threat of the armor barons to hold up
the government will not affect con-
gress,” declares Senator Tillman, chair-
man of the naval committee. “We were
given to understand that the armor
manufacturers would increase their
price because government manufacture
of armor plate would force them to go
out of business and they would charge
this enormous increase in order to pro-
vide themselves with an authorization
fund. But I guess we can find a way
to stop the robbers. In time of trouble
we would seize their plants and oper-
ate them by right of eminent domain.”
It is not likely that the American peo-
ple will stand for such an avowed and
flagrant holdup.
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race, moving among the flower beds in
the formal garden.
At the sound of his footsteps on the
gravel, Sara looked up and instantly
smiled her welcome.
“It is so nice to see you again,” she
said, giving him her hand.
“ ‘My heart’s in the highlands,’ ” he
quoted, waving a vague tribute to the
heavens. “And it’s nice of you to see:
me,” he added gracefully. Then he
pointed up the terrace. “Isn’t she a
picture? ’Gad, it’s lovely—the whole
effect. That picture against the sky—”
He stopped short, and the sentence;
was never finished, although she wait- i
ed for him to complete it before re-1
marking;
"Her heart is not in the highlands.”)
“You mean—something’s gone]
wrong—"
“Oh, no,” she said, still smiling;;
“nothing like that. Her heart is ini
the lowlands. You would consider!
Washington square to be in the low-i
lands, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, I see,” he said slowly. "You]
mean she's thinking of Leslie?
tensive assortment of gowns, with.
Sara as the judge from whom there
seemed to be no appeal, he casually;
inquired if she had ever posed before.
He watched her closely as he put
the question. She was holding up a
beautiful point lace creation for his.)
inspection, and there was a pleading!
smile on her lips. It must have been,
her favorite gown. The smile faded]
away. The hand that dangled the gar-
ment before his eyes suddenly be-!
came motionless, as if paralyzed. In
the next instant, she recovered her-
self, and, giving the lace a quick fillip;
that sent its odor of sachet leaping to'
his nostrils, responded with perfect!
composure.
“Isn’t there a distinction between
posing for an artist, and sitting for
one’s portrait?” she asked.
He was silent. The fact that he did
not respond seemed to disturb her aft-!
er a moment or two. She made the
common mistake of pressing the ques-
tion. .
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