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YOUTHS' DEPARTMENT.

The King'll Broken Bromine—To Decorate a Girl's Deu—Armor Plutetl Boys. Victor Emmanuel, king of Italy, Is fond of hunting and goes to the mountains to enjoy this sport. He often is far in advance of Ids party and meets with adventures that amuse him greatly. One day he found himself alone on the mountains and with a stream to cross which tvis turbulent He was too good a hunter not to recognize the danger of wading in a stream so deep and which lie did not know. While looking at the stream and questioning what he would do a very tall, strong man came through the woods to the stream. “You must carry me over!” said the king. The man refused unless he was paid. They agreed on the price, the man stipulating that his passenger must sit perfectly still. If he moved, he would throw him in the water. The king agreed. The man stooped, the king mounted his shoulders as the baby does papa’s, and they started across. When in midstream, the king got troubled about his dog, lest he should not follow, and turned to look. The man was very angry and declared he would drop his passenger In the water. The king was contrite, and the man went on. When they reached the other side, the man demanded double pay, “for,” he said, “you put both our lives in danger when you turned.” The king thought the demand was just and paid it. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” qsked the king. To this the man replied: “I have long wanted a donkey. If I had a donkey, I could sell my vegetables in Turin. It is a good market.” “Would not a horse be better?” queried the king. “No,” was the man’s reply. “The donkey could live in the cow shed. The horse must have a stable. I have no money.” The next day the man was working in his fields when his wife called to him that the king had sent him a horse and a bag of money. The man laughed at the idea. Why, the king did not know him. The wife insisted that the man should come to the house. There the king’s messengers told him who it was he carried over the stream; that the king realized the danger he had placed the man in when crossing the stream, and the horse and the money to build a stable were the king’s recompense for forgetting for a moment his promise. Long afterward, on an occasion of state, the king was in Turin. The man to whom the king had given the horse and the money for a stable waited till the king's carriage came, when he rushed out into the street and thanked the king and pointed to the horse harnessed to a cart filled with vegetables. A writer in the German scientific periodical Prometheus, declares that over-indulgence in tobacco will prove the ruin of South American peoples. Not only do children of 2 or 3 years smoke all day long, but mothers have been seen trying to quiet their babies by putting cigars in their mouths.

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NANNIE’S CAREER.

By VIOLA ROSEBORO’.

[Copyright, 1899, by The Century company. 1 I CONTINUED. I Alas, poor Nannie had never drunk tea In her life, and I think the very sight of us engaged in such g curious rite ihcreased her homesickness. She was, of course, terribly homesick. Everything—our little rooms, our way of life, our talk, the very outlook from the windows —was all so crushingly strange. She was benumbed for weeks, and her one comfort, her mother’s letters, was, after all, but a sorry comfort, for they bristled with questions as to the progress of her ambitions for the future. Poor Nannie! I think at last she began to realize what an awful thing it is to be asked to make a career offhand, as it were. It was worse than Miss Ilaversliain’s demand that her little visitor should plqy. Hut Nannie was a self contained little soul nnd at last escaped from her worst throes and began to come into relation with the life around her without having unbosomed herself to anybody. She came down with me to the office of The Appeal several times and sat hours in that grimy sanctum, very proper as to attitudes and very natty as to dress, but she voiced no Impressions and gave utterance to no opinions as to her fitness for journalism. I was bound to lie grateful for that. She also spent hours in Amy’s studio, and I thought it w'ould be much better for her to go in for painting than for writing. “Why?” demanded Amy argumentatively, defensively, “Oh, it will give her time,” I said. “There is,a regular way of studying It. No one expects to succeed in that at once. Her disappointments and mortifications will reach her so much more slowly. She could even spend a lifetime, under favorable circumstances, puttering away at it and not be much the wiser a 3 to her unfitness.” But she said nothing as to taking up painting. Cousin Anne wrote to me to ask if it was not time she was concentrating herself, If her life work had not yet disclosed itself. I pleaded for time for her. Nannie was too honest to play at a vocation. She evidently took her position with fearful seriousness. It took me seriously. It was beginning to weigh upon me like a nightmare when one evening brought at last tlie relief of fresh developments. Carlton Darby, a painter whom Amy professionally adored and who took an Interest in her work, came in to spend an hour with us. 1, too, had a great liking for Carlton Darby, both professionally and personally. He was a big, simple, quiet creature, who never seemed to have discovered the fact of his own existence, though he had a delightfully fresh eye for the existence of a good many other things. Nannie was brought in, of course, and listened with her usual perfect decorum to the talk about backgrounds and foregrounds and color motives and modern feeling. He hnrnled her a cup of tea—she had learned to sip that beverage by this time—and he shook hands with her when lie went away, but he did not seem to have really seen her, a fact that is little credit to those powers of observation I have remarked upon. Nannie’s perceptions were the better subject for praise this time. As I toasted myself over our one open fire after Amy had goqe to bed Nannie came and sat down by me. After gaz- i ing long into the sinking coals she broke the silence by saying: “Mr. Darby is a great painter, Isn’t he?” . “He’s a mighty good one anyhow,” I answered. It always seemed natural to talk Tennessee to Nannie. “Does he take pupils?” she asked. “Dear me, I’m afraid not. However, I don’t know but he might. Do you want to study with him?” “It seems as if I must be making up my mind, doesn’t it, Cousin Adeline? Mamma thinks I’m wasting the winter, and she counts on it so. I think I’d like to paint better than anything I know of. Mr. Darby makes It so interesting when he talks about it, doesn’t he? He made me feel as if l understood, though it’s all mixed up in my mind now. I)o you think I could ever paint any. Cousin Adeline? I was such a good scholar at school, except In arithmetic and algebra. You would not need them in painting, would you? But up here I don’t seem as bright as mamma used to think I was.” The gentle little mouth looked dangerously treihulous, and I hastened to steady it with a kiss and to declare that we’d see at once if she could not have lessons from Carlton Darby. At least that was better than having her plunged into medicine, which was Cousin Anne’s latest suggestion. I went to see Mr. Darby the next day. Amy was inhumanly full of her sense of the sacredness of paint that I knew she would be no effective ally, so I went alone to the pleasant old workshop studio. The painter, in his shirt sleeves, dpened the door. He gave me a chair in silence, gravely put on his coat as if he were performing some established ceremony and then sat down on a three legged stool in front of me. “How are you, and how is Miss Milman?” he asked, after a moment’s delay,' when I did not, as usual, find a way to open the conversation myself. “I wish you’d ask about the other member of our household,” I exclaimed. “It would give me a chance to begin what I have to say.” “The other mqm—oh, the little Tennessee girl! Yes, I remember her now.” “Do you think you remember her well enough to be ready to take her as a pupil?” “A pupil—ln painting?” The accent was not reassuring. “Now, Miss Addington, you know—hold on though. I

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don't snow, u i.ore is a girl here, Miss Rosamond Giles. Do. you know her? She’s got talent, the iv. 1 tiling. She’s wanting to study witli r.,e, ; :id her people won’t let her unless I hav-* 1 a class. Your little girl would make a class, don't you think? I’d like to teach Miss Giles. I think I could do a good deal for her. She’s done some quite stunning little tilings already. Your-rwliat’s tier name?—Miss Caldwell could come along aud learn what she could. What is she taking it up for? Oli, well, I don't suppose it will do her any special harm. Send her along. I’ll find out when Miss Giles can come. Her mother said she’d consent if I had some other pupils, and I guess one will do.” “Do you think Darby is at all iu love with Rosamond Giles?” I asked Amy when I got home. “He seemed quite filled with enthusiasm about teaching her. He never thought of Nannie except as a means to that end.” “Miss Giles is a mighty gifted young paiuter, worst luck to her!” murmured Amy as she went on making dabs at the eanvas before her and dividing scowling stares between it and her “arrangement” at the other end of the room. Owing to Mr. Darby’s special interest in Miss Giles, Nannie had the privilege of going to the stndio every day. She spent three hours there, and the heavenly bodies were not more prompt aud constant iu their movements than was she. I did not suppose Mr. Darby and Miss Giles cared to be disturbed by a visitor and was glad enough to find a reason for dismissing Nannie in her would be professional capacity from my mind. So, as Cousin Anne was satisfied and the child seemed contented, I bothered not a whit as to what she was doing. I supposed it was nothing, but in that supposition I stupidly failed to take account of those powers of self defense with which tell us every creature is in some fashion endowed. About ten-weeks after the lessons began there was a rajJ at my door late one night, and Nannie came in, looking uncommonly blooming and softly bright. “I have something to tell you. Cousin Adeline,” she said, stopping in the

He shook hands with her when he went away.

center of the room, with her proper little hands clasped together before her belt and her gentle eyes fixed mysteriously upon mine. And, if you please, her news was that she was engaged to be married to Carlton Darby. How ardently I embraced her! With what respect I gazed at her! I felt a sense of gratitude to tilings in general. How well the old solution still served, after all! What a loosening was here of the hard knots which the march of civilization, the evolution of society and a misguided parent had been tying for these patient small fingers! Conversation with Nannie was impossible. She was mute nnd deaf, absorbed in her own emotions, so I tucked her away in her bed—she was staring out into space with shining, unseeing eyes when I turned out the gas—and betook myself to Amy. Not to have patronized the enthusiasm that waked her from her first nap

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Would ndve Deed more than huhi&iL “My dear girl,’* she began, “do I hear you talking as if marriage were a convenience? One would think you had Just gap the eldest of seven plain daughters off your hands. And you always think so much about your social problems. This is not an answer, It Is Just an accident.” Then, dropping this affectation of a coldness no woman ever felt at such news, she broke forth: “But how do you suppose It came about? He certainly has not courted her here. I never gave him the chance the few times he lias come. I didn’t suppose he cared to speak to her. When he comes to see you tomorrow, I’d claim it as my right to know all the details if I were you. He’ll think that is customary if you tell him so. I know he will. But what are you going to say to Mrs. Caldwell? How about your stewardship? This isn’t advanced womanhood.” I replied that at least Nannie had taken highly Independent modern ground in conducting her matrimonial alliance. Her mother would have to take that as her contribution to the cause of universal emancipation. I did not derive much information from my interview with Mr. Darby. He sat in our little parlor, looking ridiculously large and radiant and quiet, and seemed to find all talk superfluous. He was as finely unapologetic as possible, but he did ask me in the undertone of an aside if he ought not to write to Mrs. Caldwell. Mrs. Caldwell gave no trouble. She took a somewhat grieved, reproachful tone for a time, but Mr. Darby mas an eligible man, so far as Strathboro standards could be applied to him, and the inherent delight of seeing a daughter happily married really overflooded all the superficial ambitions of her later years and even, I doubt not, cheered her under the affliction of Mrs. Framley’s satisfaction in the turn of events. She did write to Nannie and to me that at least in thus marrying a painter Nannie would be enabled to continue her study of art, but Nannie said to me, with that complete conclusiveness that even the veriest mouse of a woman assumes in such situatlons: “Mr. Darby does not wish me to try to paint if I don’t want to, and I don’t think I do. He wants to paint me, and he says a sympathetic model Is half a painter’s battle, and I would rather help him that way.” Meanwhile Amy, roused to an exceptional and praiseworthy Interest in contemporaneous human life, had speedily visited Miss Giles for the express purpose of hearing what she could of Nannie’s courtship. Miss Giles could tell her very little, but this ignorance was in itself highly Interesting, for she was just recovering from a four weeks’ illness, of which, if you will believe me, the Machiavellan Nannie had told us never a word.

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PEOPLE OF THE DAY.

Maurus Jokm, who at the age of 79 Is about to take unto himself an 18-year-old wife, Is the greatest novelist of Hungary and one of the most famous In Europe. He is the author of 160 books, 25 romances of several volumes each, 320 novelettes and 6 plays. His books have had a sale of nearly a million copies in Hungary alone, and his romances, plays and many of his novelettes have been translated Into every European language. Jokal was

MAURUSJOKAI.

the founder of the new school of Magyar literature, the literary pursuits of his race having become partially obsolete. The best known of his books to Americans Is probably “The Romance of the Next Century,” although his “Poor Rich Man’' Is also popular. This Is his second matrimonial venture, his first having been made 50 years ago, when he wedded Rosa Laborfalvi, the greatest of Hungarian actresses. A Rich Princess. Princess Louise seems likely to become one of the richest members of the English royal family. Her marriage with the Marquis of Lome has not necessitated the keeping up of any great state, and, being childless, her

PRINCESS LOUISE.

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