Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 51, Number 27, Jasper, Dubois County, 2 April 1909 — Page 6

"The Widow" Raises Her Grisly Form V HESTOHlt'G THE GXILLO TlftE ijv FKAJVCE France has once more been forced to return to i he guillotine, and sceuetf n iiiinistt'iit of the horrors of the terror are now being enacted iu the land of Johnny Crapaud. "Monsieur de Paris," as the wits of the French capital call M. Delbler, the otlicinl ei.ee ui loner, hns once more rt turne vi to a grisly task that had bern thought to be abolished. Tho entire French Cabinet stands opposed tu capital punishment, and has sought in every way pussiblo to do away with the ancient interpretation of law that exacts a life for a life. But no other punitive method avails to stop the increase of crime In the country, an. I finally, much against his own prefer nee. President Fallleres lias been foreed to permit the use of the famous device for the taking of human life that Dr. Joseph lgnaco üuillotln invented, and with which the horrors of the French revolution were achieved. The doctor was horn In 1T3S, and he had varied Interests besides medicine. For instance, he was givon to scientific means of execution that should be less painful thnn nuything in existence. To his physician's mind the swift dismembering of the head seemed the best available method. The invention of the guillotine gave Robespierre, Marat, Danton and other leaders of the Fronch revolution, their Instrument to force their desires on the suffering royalists, and the rivers of blood that llowed in Paris during tho frightful days of 17S9 were due in large measure to tho convenience afforded by the invention of the doctor. The ferocious populace revelled In the exhibitions, and when the tumbril tilled with unfortunates rolled to tho site of the guillotine there was ever sure to be a big crowd lining the road and at tho scene of the executions. This terrible period has left a blot on the history of the nation, and accounts in part perhaps for the Intens abhorrence that President Fallleres and his Cabinet have for Its use today. In this French lawmaking body the feeling has been strong in favor of reviving drastic measures of French murderers who have horrified the nation with a series of dastardly criines. In one rural district of France an organized band has been pillaging the countryside, and has committed a number of heinous crimes, not hesitating to impose on their victims the most excruciating tortures before finally putting them to death. Over surh criminals the threat of life imprisonment holds no terrors. Thv are willing to chance that in the hope that some day they may be cither pardoned or escape. President Fallleres, lacking the rower of pardon, nevertheless was able to defeat the purpose of the infliction of the death .sentence by refusing to sign the paper that would send the criminal to his death. It was in this crisis that the Chamlor of Deputies took up the question, and after an extended debate, in which many members admitted the misfortune of having to revive the ancient terror of France, decided that It was the only way to end the control of murderers over the country. Hence by a major'.tv of 127 they voted in favor of reviving what is familiarly known as the "widow." When the decision was reached no les.s than twenty criminals were under the sentence of death, their crimes ha ing been so extreme that even the kindly hearted President of the Republic had not dared to stand in the way of the extreme penalty. The newspapers of Franco called on him to forget his feelings in the n.atter, and give reign to his conscience, and thus invoked tho chief official finally did give way, and the guillotine once moro was erected and the shiny blade again made Its swift and awful Journey, at the end of which one less lifo existed in the world. The first executions took plnco recently In Bethune, nnd four men went to their death admist the rejoicing iind cKunor of a mob thnt recalled tho degrading scenes In the days of the French revolution. Even the natural hatred of the pcpulace for the brutal criminals can hardly he accepted as an excuse for the holiday that the throng made of the occasion. From towns for miles away the crowds poured in during all of the night preceding the execution. Tho four men picked for the honor of restoring tho guillotine to its place were members of a band thnt had been terrorizing the northern part of Franco and southern Belgium for many years. With delight the crowd headed for tho public square In front of the prison. There was no attempt at keeping them away. There was no privacy about the execution. It was a holiday, a spectacle, a mem making and lie who retlecfed on the scenes there enacted would have found It hard to believe that he lived in the midst of the twentieth century, with all its vaunted advances in the cause of humanity. Chief V, eutioner 1) Uder, returning to his atK-ient task, worked with spe.Ml and dispatch while soldiers and police maintained order. Tlie whole Performance for it seemed like a thentrbal represwita ion lasted only nine minutes, the Made in that interval falling four titte. and blotting out a life with ov i y Ktroke, while the great crowd meant line howled its joy. Perm was the first t be -d from tho prison, and when hi head went into the basket the Md. n the day of a t nttiry and a quartr ago. yelled : "That's one"1 Oanut, who came next, struggled against his fnte, which give added zest to his offtaklng While, ho was battling with the executtonors who sought to bind him to tho plank, tho crowd shouted Its amusement. Ones

moro they gave the ghastly count. Auguste Pollet came flrmh enough to tho guillotine, but weakened at the sight; but before he had much time

I to show his feelings his head had Joined the other gory pair in tho i basket. Abel l'ollet was the last to go. He fought the hardest, ropulsing tho priest and crying his hatred for tho established order. But tho knife clicked again, and he was gone. It was an awful spectacle, but inembdrs of the Chamber of Deputies defend it by saying it will ' do more to repress crime than n thousand imprisonments. SUNFLOWER PHILOSOPHY. Oneo in politics, always In politics. Don't expect presents all the time; occasionally give one. Don't expect any friend to give you moro than your money's worth. Every smooth man ought to bo locked up; he finds so many victims. We wonder if everything a girl wears is as tight as her gloves and her corset. Every man has some friend to whom he complains of his job nnd his kin. Somo people pay no attention to meanness unless they lind it in others. A man hates to put on a pair of new shoes nearly as badly as he hates to go to a party. Men's underwear on tho clothesline on wash dnjf never look as immodest as the other kind. Women complain that their husbands are not gallant, and then permit their daughters to wait on theh brothers. When n man gets n letter from his girl It has more "Ts" in it than the letter ho gets from his mother; that runs to "You's." Say what you please, when a theatrical company comes to town you get ideas In dresses and hats. A woman may respond to a call to a deathbed with hope in her hoart, but she always takes a black dress along. When an elderly man enjoys perfect health he Is as proud of it as a handsome young woman of her beauty. The groat trouble with this world seems to be that no frugal, sensible woman has ever been regarded as the leader of fashion. 4 It sometimes happens that tho people never find out a mnn Is an eloquent talker because ho didn't get started on his wrongs. Hownumerousannoyancesare! Are you usually responsible for your annoyances, or have you acquaintances who provide most of them for you? A rich man may be proud of tho fact thnt he originated in a log cabin, but he knows better than to brag about it when his daughter, tho princess. Is around. Nearly every bright student at school is ambitious to become a teacher. Nearly every ;Hrticularly good Republican Is anxious to become a leader and run far office. School teaching is a woman's profession. Men look as unnatural teaching school as they would should they engage In crocheting. Suppose men should attend six "parties" In one week, how women would abuse them for their wortblessness! And the abuse would be deserved. Very few people really wash their faces. They put a little water on and then wipe off the dirt with a towel. If clothes were laundered as carelessly as faces are washed there would be a howl. Cranberry jelly isn't the only thing overrated: there's young blood. If anything in this world has a value placed on It that is ridiculously high, it is young blood. A man does pretty well In business, nnd finally gets in some young blood. Immediately he spends half his days in covering up mistakes made by tho young blood and his nights In fretting about them. Old friends are offended, innovations are made that means a loss of business, everyone is disturbed, and mistakes appear that the old man wonders If a school child wouldn't do hotter. All due to the young blood. Atchison Globe. A Boy of Fourteen. In tho loo of a barn where the sun shines sweot And the green 'gins to come In the grass at his foot, With a sliver of plno and a Barlow knife. Just look at him, snowy-hnlrod vet'rnn of strife, Looking up rosy, with smiles between, And foelln' like a boy of fourteen! A sliver of pine yellow plno's the best An' the chips all caught in tho creaso of his vest, His pants in his boots and a quid in his Jaw, An' the sun Just heatln ernough tor draw The Juice from the roots, while tho land turns green Ain't he a fiuo old boy of fourteen! Dollars to doughnuts he'd danco if ho could, But he'B got such a job with that silver of wood That ho couldn't loavo off out there in the sun. With a boat to carvo for a tow-haired one That he hears In the door where the lilacs loan , Callln' "grandad" to a boy of fourteen! I Oh, spring has no ch.nnn anywhere ' that It goes ! Like this of an old man turned to a rose ' On the warm south sldo of tho old barn there i With a ttliver of pine and an hour to spare, And an old heart bright with th golden sheen i Of the dream of a boy of about four teeiw Bnltlmoro Sun. Senoras and Senorltas. The married and unmarried women of the Unltod States of Colombo, South America, are designated by the manner In which they wonr flowers In their hair, tho annorns wonrlng thorn on the right sldo and the sonorltns on the left. I The proof of an education lies In a t mind so tilled that prejudices gain no root

EASTEnlTjERÜSALEM

Ideal "Place for the Celebration of Queen of fcJti-VaU r'.iAtfifii;7.?"uVt& Easter Sunday In Jerusalem! Almost Irresistibly these words carry tho thinker buck more than eighteen hundred years to that llttlo city of Palestine, whoro the world's greatost tragedy was enacted and whero a miracle occurred which has no counterpart in tho history of the universe. Thoro is an indefinable something about the plnco which takes hold of tho emotions of the visitor and fills him with awo as ho looks reverently at tho objects which witnessed Ills last walk to a cruel death, and agaiu at tho spot marked as the place of the glorious resurroctlon. Thoro are houses there more than 2,000 years old, and somo of their walls of stono woro passed by thnt awful procession struggling along to the Mount of Calvary. No art of the word painter can picturo the halo of deep antiquity hanging over the city. The solemnity of Its age, the grandeur of its associations, cut a niche in tho memory which tlmo does not efface. It is the Ideal city of all others for tho colouration of the Easter festival. Christ stood upon the hill of Calvary 1.SG3 years ago and looked down upon tho town where He had labored and boon betrayed. That was the first Easter morning, and since then, every year, kind and loving hands, representing countless generations of all times, all creeds and nil races, have left some token In honor of the day at the numerous places inado sacred by His presence. On Easter day the reputed tomb of Christ in the church of the Holy Sepulchre Is covered with the lilies which are used all over the world. The Mount of Calvary Is visited by tho Christian population of the town and tho members of tho various religious orders Inhabiting It. and flowers are strewn upon the spot where the cross is supposed to have stood. The archways under which Christ walked on the morning of the crucifixion, and which are now standing and may stand for another 2.000 years, are visited and pointed out to the small children and their histories told. Teaching the events of Enstertime to tho young of Jerusalem Is an easy matter. Actualities nre there, and they can be seen for the trouble of looking. Tho city Itself is not greatly changed from the times when Christ visited It. At the gate of Joppa there are always masses of camels, merchants, peddlers and beggars. Indolence and activity rub shoulders without the usual jarring. It Is the same strange, weird Jerusalem Jerusalem, tho prize of the nations, the terminus of famous pilgrimages, the object of Roman and crusading wars: for it Assyrians. Egyptians and tho world had fought; the place where tho Queen of Shebn visited and Richard Coeur do Lion had conquered; the home of Solomon, of Ezeklel. of Jeremiah, of Isaiah, of Saladln. There Is the Mount of Zlon, the spot of David's heartbreak; and Mt. Marian, where sacrifices smoked; the Mount of Olives, where Jesus preached, and Golgotha and tho Holy Sepulcher, where He was buried. A place redolent of antiquities, a city teeming with memories of the men and women of the Oiblo. A wonderful place, with the power to stir tho emotions of a man of stone. Above all Is the "Place of the Skull," as It was called In tho earthly days of Christ, known now as Mount Calvary. From the famous Gate of Joppa It can bo seen, and If wo knew its ancient name It would speedily bo recognized. It is a hill shaped Hko the human skull and just beneath what might bo called Its forehead are two cavernous spots which at a distance resemble eyes. Not only this, but the inside of tho hill is shaped like tho human skull. Entering the grotto under Calvary it is found to bo thirty-five feet high, the top and sides being malachite groon, brown, black, gray, white and rod. It is called Jereminh's grotto, for it was thoro that He wrote His Book of lamentations. Tho summit of the hill is just wide enough to contnin three crosses. It was tho spot where malefactors had boon slain for ages and Christ was slain as a malefactor. The Garden of Gethsemane, wherein is tho reputed tomb of Christ, is a small Inclosure 100 feet long and 150 foot wide. It Is cared for by a colony of Franciscan monks, who spend much time beautifying it. The Bible says, "In tho midst of the garden was tho sopulcher." and the students of Biblical events generally acknowledge that in this place Christ was burled. Now the place Is beautifully adorned with hedges kept In exquisite order by the monks. There are Innumerable beds of pinks and rosos, nnd visitors are given a nosegay by the monk In attendance. One of tho most Interesting features of the plnco Is a bunch of seven venerable ollvo trees, somo of them nineteen foot In circumference and so old that their trunks are kept shored up by stones. It Is said that thoy are descendants of tho orlglnnl troos of tho time of Christ, and are unlike all other trees of the same varley In that country. Two monuments In the garden aro full of Interest. One. a small pillar, markes the spot where Jesus was betrnyod by Judas Iscarlot, and a small rock shows the place where tho three disciples. Poter. James and John, lrvt during their Master's agony. Tho Church of tho Holy Soptilchor occupies tho space surrounding tho tomb of Christ This ancient edifice was begun by the crusndors In 11 SO A. D., and it was largely nddod to at subsequent times. It forms n vast pile of masonry now, and looking at It It becomes difficult to bellevo that It was thon 1.8C3 years ago to-day that Christ arose and stopped Into tho open air. Tho most Imposing Easter colobrnlion anywhere Is tho one which takes placo In Rome. Travelers Journey thousands of miles to see It, and what they boo Is practically the same colebratlon which has becen handed down for centuries by the laws of tho Catholic Church.

It Is ono of the few religious ceremonies participated In by tho Pope, and the fact that ho takes part draws tens of thousands of visitors to tho Eternal City. Tho queon of festivals, as Easter Is culled in Homo, is ushered in by tho firing of cannon from tho cnstlo of St. Angolo. nnd ns early as 7 a. m. cnrrlages containing tho wealthy classes are pouring toward St. Peter's. Tho altar Is most rlcnly decorated, and tho wholo vast structure is festooned with llowers emblematical of the day. The lights around the tomb and figure of St. Potor blaze brightly. From n hall in tho adjoining palaco of tho Vatican the Pop Is borne Into the edifice. On his head he wears a tiara a tall, round glldod cap, representing a triple crown, nnd which Is understood to signify spiritual power, temporal power and a union of both. Beside him aro borne the tlnbelll, or large fans, composed of ostrich feathers. In which aro Bet the eyelike parts of peacock feathers to signify tho eyes or vigllnnce of the church. Over him Is borno n silk canopy richly fringed. After ofilclnting at mass at the high altar, the Popo Is with the same ceremony borno back through tho crowded church, and then ascends to the balcony over the central doorway. Rising from bis chair of state, and surrounded by his principal ofllcors. ho pronounces a benediction with Indulgences and absolution. Then printed slips of prayers blessed by the Pope are scattered omong the vnst assemblage, who struggle to obtain posssesslon of thorn. Thoy aro prized highly, and tho common people. If they are lucky enough to get them, hand them down from generation to generation.

Stopping the "Banner." I'd took th' Grubvillo Banner For an even score of yoars, As anyone can find out From Its editor. Bill Squeers. I'd banked on It, by cracky, Stickin' by It, rain or shine, An' felt an interest in it Kind o' like th' shoot was mine. I used to like the Banner For th' way it hammered things. A feller took to covor When Bill hit him with his flings. Things went along a -swimming, An" as lovely as a rose. Till Squeers he got rambunctious An' stepped upon my toes. Well, that was sort o' dlff'ront An it made me good an' hot. I went for BUI about It, Mad -as any Hottentot. He wouldn't hear to reason Bill was stubborn, I repeat So I says. "By gum, I'll fix him!" An I stopped his pesky sheet. I knew the blow would crush him, Still ho didn't faint away, He simply smiled an' told mo I was actin' like a Jay. It made me all the madder In a minute somethin' popped, I shouted as I loft him, "Anyhow, your paper's stopped." I didn't want to do it. But he druv me to th' deed. I saw him out n-buslness Paper busted him in nood. But Bill ho up an foolod me; Wouldn't quit. Why. jes' to-day I saw him out o business Workln In the usual way. Harlan Babcock In Western Publisher. Picture Puzzles. Seated ono day at a table, I was having forty fits, As my fingers hovered nervously Over those jlg-sawod bits. I know not whnt I was hunting To finish a soldier's face; But I struck ono queor-shapod fragment That fitted that qtioor-shnpod space. It linked all those silly features Into one solid man; And as I had finished his shoulder. I began to see tho plan. It helped with tho background also, A sort of guido It made; But I moved some other pieces. And somehow it got mislaid! I sought, but I sought It vainly, That ono small ploco so queer, That out of a hundred others Fitted that soldier's ear. I couldn't go on without It, I fretted and fumed and fussed; Then somebody joggled my elbow! And I gave up In disgusL It may be that some time or other I will try that thing again; But not till I'm In nn asylum And I doubt if I do it then! Life. At the Boarding House. Maggie cleans the kitchen, Agnes cleans tho stairs. Pop he cleans the sidewalk, And Helen cleans the chairs. Ma she cleans my face and hands Well as she Is ablo. When It comes to dinner time Boardors clean tho table. Yonkers Statesman. Quick Change. He usod to call her "duckle" On tho honeymoon, but then Twolvo months had hardly slipped boforo Ho called her plain "old hon." Detroit Trlbuno. Waning. Funny, ain't It? Just to think Winter now Is On tho blink! Cleveland Plain Denlor. Love. Little gorms of some ono Growing on the mind, Mnko tho heart quite lovoslck And both tho oyos stone-blind. Judge. Kindly Bear With Him. There was a young man In Ishpomlng Whose conduct wo re far from condemning, For ho helped us ono tlmo In our search for a rhyme By wedding a maiden named Fleming. Bohomlan .Magazine.

Valdean9 f

H OMA. jVC JE OF Valdonn brought his automobile to a sudden stop iu front of tho vlllngo church, nnd listened with bated bronth. Rising high nbovo the mellow growl of the organ a voice iloatod out to hla enraptured ears a clear, thrilling, triumphant voice, singing I Inndel"8 stirring aria, "I Know That My Rodeomer LIveth." "Her volco, by all that Is wondor-j ful!" he muttered, with an ongori light in his eyes. "Surely I can t be mistaken. It must bo tho Kastor lady!" He sat thoro with a rapt exnrosslon on his face until tho portals of thoi church swung open nnd tho congregation spilled out Into the April sun-j shine, bringing color nnd animation shine, bringing color and animation to tho scone. Ho scanned tho crowd with searching glances as It slowly molted away. The lust to leave the church; was the gray-hnlrod rector, and walk-, ing by his side as he came down the! walk was a beautiful young woman. nldenu s heart gave a bound ns ho looked at tho girl. She was a dainty, willlowy creature, hor face lit up with bewitching smllos, her dark eyes sparkling vivaciously under her whltoplumud hat. "It Is she," whispered tho man In the automobile. "1 never saw her In my life before, but I know it is she!" The rector and his companion came nearer. They wore about to pass tho 'car when the girl suddenly glanced up and stopped. "Why, this Is my car, I bollevo." she said blithely to the rector. "I'm to dine with Mrs. Camperdown, you know, ood-byo, Mr. Roden, and toll Mrs. Roden I shall see her soon." The rector lifted his hat with a profound bow and walked on up tho village street, while the girl turned to Valdean with pretty assurance. "This is the Camperdown car, Is it not?" In an Instant Valdean was standing on the curb beside her. hat in hand. "Of coure." he said glibly. "It Is anything you wish. That Is or let me assist you. madam. Take this for ward seat, please, beside the driver." j Tho girl was on the step when shot hesitated, looked the car over doubt-' fully and turned a half-frightened face 1 toward Valdean. Her cheeks were. flaming. "Am I making a mistake?" she fa! tered. "Not at all, I assuro," he stoutly protested. , "I am Miss Drummond, you know?" Certainly madam. "Mrs. Camperdown wrote mo that she would have her automobile waiting In front of tho church, but I think I know she said it would be a limousine." "Tho limousine Is out of order this morning." lied Valdean cheerfully, as ho gently pushed tho girl Into a seat and hastily occupied the ono beside hor; "so it had to bo this or nothing. You will find It just as comfortable, I think, and anyway the weather is fine, and tho bracing air will give you an appetite for dinner." He put the car in motion and it glided down tho stroot with a soft, purring sound. "Now," ho nddod, after a pause., "If you will kindly tell mo which way I am to go " "Which way?" exclaimed the girl. "Why, direct to the Camperdown farm, of course." "Yes, of course; but but I haven't tho slightest Idea whoro that is, you soo." The girl stared at him as If she doubted his sanity. "Perhaps you will bo kind onough to tell me who you are?" she demanded, coldly. "Richard Valdean. at your service. My father Is a well-known banker In tho city Sylvester Valdean. by nnme. Possibly you have hoard of him. I was out for a spin In my machine, and happened to be in front of the church, and nnd there was no other vehicle In sight, and and you couldn't walk, you know I could not lot you walk " Ho choked in his eagerness and paused abruptly. "I suppose I ought to bo terribly Indignant." she said, suppressing hor merriment, "but really I cannot be otherwise than grateful to you for this kindness. You are very obliging, I am sure. Besides, the mistake was mino In the beginning. Mrs. Camperdown lives two miles out In the country, and you aro going In the right direction. Mr. Valdean." She hesitated a moment, and then asked. "Wore you waiting for anybody at the church?" "Yes. I was waiting for you," ho replied, simply. "For me!" she exclaimed. "I heard your voice, you know heard you singing that beautiful aria, and I stopped to listen. I knew it was the voice of the Easter lady, and I A Famous Story. Every section has Its famous story. A famous story that Is being retold in Oregon Is about a very rich banker who got his start by doing work for tho government. His bill was $5.000, and it hnd to be submitted to Congress. Congress has a habit of cutting bills in two. To nhike allowance for this ho Jumped his bill to $10.000. Ho sent tho bill to tho governor for his approval. The governor, having also heard thnt Congress generally appropriated only half as much ns was askod. Jumped It to $20.000. The bill was then sent to one of tho congressmen. Boing friendly to tho contractor, ho jumped It to $o.000 and sent It to another Oregon congressman for his approval. The second congressman Jumped It to $S0.000. Congress allowed tlnr whole $80.000. although tho contractor was entitle,! to only $5.000. This Is told ns n fart In Oregon. The man who got the $SO.O00 got his start on It and Is now n millionaire. Atchison Globe. Natural. Photographer (to young man) It will make n much hotter picturo if you put your hand on your father's shouldder. The Father Huh, It would be much moro natural If he had his hand In my pocket! Lustlgo Welt.

Kalter Lady

BjXSTEH J"VM)An 2',, waiting there to seo you co-u, "Tho Kastor lady?" "You aro not wholly unknown to m Miss Drummond, although I com i nevor saw you until to-day." ald'v i doan, slowly. "U8t Ea8lt.r x ,.ha. " to bo at St. Mark s church In the and thoro I hoard you sing for first tlmo. I know it was vou U ' i vuiiiu hvi ue Humanen in tho . , . I did not seo you. nor was I al find out who you were or wh. ie . , lived, but your voice has haunt. for a wholo year. In my thou.-'-. In my dreams. ou have been ku v , to mo only as tho Engter ladv lf , now at last" i:e checked himself, and d'lil.. ly begun to turn tho vehicle int.. t cross road lending nt right angle : tho ono they weie following. The . j quickly laid a small gloved haul a his arm. "No, no!" she cried; "not thnt w . Keep straight on. Mrs. Campern, a , lives" "Mrs. Camperdown can wait," , ) Valdean. firmly, as tho car shot r ., the new road at an increased rat. f speed. "1 am not rendy to take , to Mrs. Camperdown yet. II. wnitod n whole ynr for this t ; , . tunlty; do you think 1 am goin t,, turn you ovor to Mrs. Camperd u so soon?" Miss Drummond sank helpl.-'v back In her sent Ho knew she staring fixedly at him. and ho lt.i:expected an outburst of oxpostulati. :., but ho did not turn his head. "Am 1 being kidnaped?" she nk ) at last; nnd the humorous note in h- r voice assured him thnt his bold mm.. was being condoned. Valdean's face brightened with a quick gleam of axcited pleasure. "Then you will lot me drive you to town?" "Indeed It will be a great favor to me. It hope It is not asking too mu I. of you." "Oh. I shnll be delighted. And can dine at tho Red Eaglo Inn. wh;. . Is directly on tho wny, and still p. t homo before nightfall." The ice was broken; it was a-1..-, ishing how quickly these young p. pie arrived at a mutual and rori..w understanding. By the time the ) Eagle Inn loomed up before them th- . wero chatting as gaily and unreser. . ly as lf they had known each other f r yoars. They dined cozlly and hap;.; at the Inn. consuming much more m . than was necessary in the perf -r-ance. and then taking their places m the enr once moro, they resumed tu .r journey toward the city. "I was sure something porten'.. : would happen to-day," said Vald-an. enthusiastically, as they bowled u!r.4 the highway. "And has anything portentotn In; poned?" asked Miss Druniniand :.; ously. "Surely. Nothing could be n r. significant thnn this chance meet liquet weon you and me." "But does It portend anything?" "To me it does. It holds a beautif .1 promise. It Is the fate of the Yald nns. Listen. Miss Drummond. ' a:. 1 the young man became very serl'i"Easter is strangely mixed up n!i the destinies of the Valdeans. Mv father met my mother for the fl--t time on Easter day. My GVnndfat t and grandmother first knew of a j other's existence on an Easter nm :. Ing and they were married the can.. evening. It was the tricksy spir.t f that festival that brought my pf ' grandparents together nearly a ! dred yenrs ago. As far back as t -record goes the members of my fa . have all met their affinities at ' time. Will you contend. Miss I . mond Margaret thnt our me. -t to-day has no meaning for the f .- ture?" She gave him a quick. frigM-" 1 look. Then the warm color sr.r n 1 Into her face and nock, and her : dropped. "Might It not mem." he conMr. : 1 with desperate earnestness, "that are both controlled by the same f r that rules in the ValdeSn faMight It not mean that you and I "Nonsense!" Interrupted the p ' but hor volco was very faint and t: - ulous. "Will you let mo hope, Margar. he whispered ngaln. She slowly shook her head. hnve known each other so sh " a time," she protested. "We have known each other fur P hours." said Valdean. lnoklne at : watch. "What does it matter" i -fate. At least tell mo that I i a hope." She was silent a long time: 1 r t last she sighed softly nnd lifted ! r oyes trustfully to his. "Yes, I I think you may h; Richard." A Sugar King's Story. "The Inte Claus Spreckels," Faid i San Franciscan, "hail one weakn. ' which he was n little asham d H could not resist tho nppeal of a gar. Yet ho know that the ch t- w societies nre rlghL and that mot ! -gars aro Impostors. "'Have tho moral courage of t convictions,' I snid one dav. as I k 4 him give rt beggar a quarter, s these follows to tho charity sr Ists for investigation.' " 'Moral cotirnge!' Mr. Spr- 1 ' murmured. 'That Is what we ra I i whpn wo contemplate a mean Hon.' "A school teacher once toll t " class that the courage which mak. - do what we think right, regardl. J the sneers of others, was moral c 'f age. the best kind. " 'Then. If a boy has a box of ca" Hko mo yesterday.' said a lad. at ' he eats it all himself, without pr ' any to people that have no right f no matter how much they tall ! mean and stingy that there's n ' courage, ain't It, teacher?' Wa -a Ington Stnr. Literary Shudders. "Wns that novel shocking?" "Terrlblv so almost ns bad as testimony ln an unwritten law trial. Washington Star.