Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 35, Number 300, 5 September 1910 — Page 2

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THE mcnMOOT PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGB AM, SUNDAY, MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1910.

DR. IVILEV IS FOR U. S. HEALTH DEPT. Chief Chemist Says Efforts of Irregular Practitioners Are Absurd. READY TO GIVE BATTLE

MS WANTS 'TO KNOW WHERE THE MONEY IS COMING FROM TO PIOHT THE PROPOSED GOVERNMENT DEPARTMENT. WMblnston. D. C Sept. 5. Dr. HanrrtW. Wllcjr. chief of the chemistry bureau. In' the department of agriculture, baa gotten used to fighting bat t lea for the health of the people. He la health conservationist. At present one of the schemes nearest his heart Is the organization of a national health department, whereby all the forces of the government may be unified to light disease. As a result of his recent strong public advocacy of the new department. Dr. Wiley Is now receiving- protests from "Irregu

lar" medical men In various parts of

the country. Most of these protests are from members of th no-called "National League for Medical Freedom," who have the mistaken Idea that a national health department

would disbar all Irregular practltton-

Clarkson's Reputation-A Short Story ' BY LESLIE THOMAS

"Great expenditures are being made In opposition to the measure," said

Dr. Wiley. "Is it possible that Inter ested parties are furnishing the funds? The regular medical profession, on the

other hand. Is standing almost a unit

In favor of a national department of health, thus betraying an altruistic

spirit which should receive universal commendation." . . . Dr. Wiley Gives Reasons. In Dr. Wiley's Chautauqua (N. Y.)

address he gave numerous reasons for advocating a department of health. He said that the present human health

activities of the government are scat

tared among a number of departments. "AH hese activities are related and need common direction," he said. "The colection of money for the use of the United States government Is confided to the treasury department; the organisation of the land forces for defense and offense, to the war department; the building up of the navy to the navy department;, the distribution of letters, newspapers, etc., throughout the country, to the postofflce department "None of the heads of these great departments are by law or by preference charged with the direction of the public health. It cannot be expected, therefore, that , thta problem so Important to the, welfare of the countrywill receive due consideration when it Is Intrusted to agencies distributed among so many different departments . as Is the case at present One bureau engaged in the promotion of public health may not know what another la doing until after the publication of the results. 4. Head Over Health Affairs. "There Is need, therefore, of coordination and general supervision from a common and competent head. In other words, the supervision of the publlo health, being the most Important work In the preservation of our natural resources, should be given to a,, national, department of health, the head of which should be a member of the president's cabinet, and be, by oducatlon and experience, skilled In natters relating to the department over which he is called to preside."

Mr. Alfred Clarksoa was small, his

moustache practically no-existent, his voice, haldting midway between a gruff bass and a squeaky' treble, quite unimpressive. 'Wherefore his Sunday

school class of unruly urchins paid little heed to his efforts at authority, ' Now he muttered in Impotent exasperation as, disregarding bis jerky commands they climbed a gate into the adjoining meadow, and danced derisively around the notice board designed to Intimidate trespassers. ' When Clarksson took a' step nearer, they scattered and moved, boldly along the hedge toward the farm-

over his shoulder In the direction of Miss Elsie Chester among her small girls. His rival Mr. Archibald Penyinh, was In close attendance. But duty called. Mr. Clarkson reached the gate and shouted once more without result, he climbed ill temeperedly and began the necessary pursuit. One by one the stragglers were captured and driven back; at last only two daring spirits remained at large. But, when near the farmhouse, they dodged. Mr. Clarkson tripped and fell, just as a burly laborer appeared around a neigh boring corner. He was seized, in a flash, and hauled roughly to' his feet. "I'll learn ye to run about In' 'ere! Ye young rascal! Ain't there nobody to look arter ye at yer treats? Jest ye come along o' me." Mr. Clarkson was shaken violently; and this together with the unspeakable mortification ofbeing mistaken for one of his own charges, deprived him temporarily of speech. "What time does your train go back?" "I d-decline to tell you. Who may you be?" "Henry DoddFarmer Webb's man that's 'oo I am," the burly. individual roared. The two youngsters over the hedge repeated the name apprehensively. "Now then goln' to answer? What time?" Mr. Clarkson shivered. "Six o'clock. If It's any business of yours." "Then IL11 see, ye don't get Into any more mischief till then!"

Resistance . was unavailing. Mr. Clarkson was dragged towards a barn like structure and shoved violently within. The door closed with a bang and he heard a padlock rattle. , "Here, you you're making a mistake," he quavered desperately. "I'm

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not one of the boys. I-I'm" he was ashamed to confess the humbling truth "I was trying to stop them trespassing." A short, unpleasant laugh sounded outsldo. t "Eard that tale . before.. Ye. don't take me In lad." Heavy footsteps retreated. Mr. Clarkson could almost have wept In the semi-darkness. Some ten minutes afterwards his absence was discovered. The Rev. John Sunbury, giving instructions with-regard to tea to each of his assistants In turn sought for Mr. Clark

son in vain. "Strange! He seems to have vanished completely." be turned . "Have you an explanation to offer. Mr. Pontine? No, no, of course, I am not suggesting that you' are reesponsible, but" "Fancy, I saw him climb that ;ate there sir." "Into private property? Dear, dear! Such a bad example to his lads. I trust you are mistaken. Miss Chester, now " "I must make Inquiries among his boys," observed the Rev. John with a frown. He beckoned to one, and put the question. Yessir. Mr. Clarkson got over the gate, sir; and then he went off with Farmer Webb's maner can't think of his name for a minute, sir." ,

"Good gracious! Are you sure of this?" ."Yjir. Smith was wl me, too. 'Ere,' Smith! What' was the name o' that feller Mr. Clarkson went off with?" His chum suppressed a guffaw." - "Dodd," he answered in a strangled voice, after an Interval. "Henry Dodd. Heard im say so." "Thank you. That will do, boys." The Rev. John waited until they were out of ear shot. "I really cannot understand this at all. "Henry Dodd some disreputable acquaintance, I i presume." Indeed, Master Smith and his companion were doubled up with mirth. . "Mr. Ponting. will you please look after his class as well as you can. I wish you to keeD nerfectlv clear of

that gipsy encampment in the lane." This statement was prophetic, for. during tea, everyone was alarmed by the sounds of an uproar proceeding from the neighborhood of shouts and the noise of a scuffle, nerved the Rev. John to Investigate. He returned presently to the apprehensive gathering. "It is all over. There Is nothing to fear." he announced aloud His subordinates had to wait for further details until the children had dispersed again. "I am shocked and astounded. It appears that the gypsies had not asked permission to camp, and had been ordered to leave. In the absence of Farmer Webb, to whom the land belongs; his servant, Henry Dodd seems to have unwisely gathered together some companions and endeavored to evict shall I say? the intruders by force. I regret to report that blows have been exchanged." "Henry Dodd. sir?" echoed Mr. Archibald Ponting amazedly. "Why, the man whom " "Whom Mr. Clarkson met!" Miss Cheester concluded his sentence jerkily. "Precisely!" The Rev. Mr. Sunbury cleared his throat "But of that er we will say no more. The fight was stopped by the opportune arrival of a constable." He raised his voice. "We will now start those race contests. Mr. Ponting moved to his place. "I wonder what Clarkson's been up to?" "Please," requested Miss Chester

stiffly. "Please do not mention Us name.. . i "

At this moment the subject of their

conversation was climbing by Inches with quick, aprpehensive breath and

white face, the wall of the barn In which he had been confined- Foothold was precarious, and made him stop frequently. But he was thoroughly aroused and had determined to reach the solitary outlet or break a limb in the attempt , The window was small, but so was Mr. Clarkson; and finally he managed to squeeze through. , It was just at the conclusion of -the children's races that he appeared a dusty, woo begone figure, with, torn garments and straw hat missing. The

Rev John paused momentarily In nisi

task of distributing the prizes and the whole audience .turned - open mouthed. "Mr. Clarkson," he called sternly. "Kindly wait over there. I will speak to you in a moment or two." Mr. Clarkson. leaning against-a tree in Impotent dejection, was surprised to hear a soft voice behind him. "I know all about It Really, you ought to be ashamed." He turned Irritably, but at the sight of Miss Chester's smile he merely gasped. "Going off with your friend, Mr. Dodd and fighting gypsies. I'm surprised!" . "Are are yQU?'he atammerod. ' "I should think so. Indeed! Why. I

never dreamed you were capable of that sort of thing. I I admire 2cs-

peradoism you know." "Really?" "You ought to give it up, though. I I shall try to reform you." "Wish you would try. Like It awfully. See more of you," he stammered. Miss Chester blushed. "That's for you to decide," she replied modestly. Mrs. Clarkson's tale describes how she changed here husband's entire character. He 13 now quite a mild mannered man; whereas his reputation before their marriage, she avers, was simply dreadful. Why, talk of professional pugilists It is usually at this point that Mr. Clarkson slips quietly out of the room.

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New York. Sept 5.- In August the number of shares dealt- in on the New York Stock Exchange was' only about 10,000,000. compared with 24.000.000 a year ago. The sales cf bonds during the same period 'were $31,000,000, as against $113,000,000: In each case the

transactions were the smallest in any August for about ten years. - This -as rest with a vengeance. Such inactivity, however, cannot be expected to bo permanent; and now that the vaca

tion season is drawing to a close and many of the uncertainties which previously checked business are disappearing, it Is reasonable to look for increasing activity duricg the remainder of the year. -Since January X the number of shares of stock sold have aggregated 1 2,000,000, against 136,000,000 last year and 202,000.000 for the record year of 1901. In bonds the sales for the eight months amounted to $436,000,000. compared with $934.000,000 in 1909. which was the bnnner year. It certainly-will not be charged that speculation in Wall street this year has been reckless or excessive.

Theso figures prove that operations on tee stock exchange for the last eight months have been conducted upon a strictly conservative basis..

The. political campaign which has aroused no little concern is now fairly under way, and the Issues are clearly defined. During the next two months we may look for, a great deal of heated discussion; and through the smoke of political battle It will not always be easy to discern the final outcome. Nevertheless, the recent declarations of President Taft and Mr. Roosevelt have clarified the political horizon and served to make the issues plain- The tariff, the regulation of corporations and the important question of railroad rates are . now the ruling issues and their agitation must leave a certain measure of uncertainty still to bo

reckoned with. Nevertheless, there is nothing alarming connected with any of these problems. It should not be forgotten that action always runs on more conservative lines than agitation. We are now in the period of disturbing agitation, which is apt to excite and mislead those who lose their balance. When it comes to positive action, conservatism will unquestionably rule, and those who in a spirit of vengeance seek to destroy the tariff, or the trusts, or the railroads will not prevail. It Is easy to take an oversensitive view regarding these problems. Politics may overshadow the outlook for some time to come, but the probabilities are that justice, order and good sense will rule in the long run. -'' Referring to President Taft's recent tariff letter urging downward revision through schedules considered separately, the idea is not a new one, although a very good one. It was advocated by me over two years ago In a speech I made before the annual con

vention of the American' bankers at Providence, R. I.. . July '. 24. ! 1908, in which I said: "I am one of those who believe that the best interests of this country demand that the tariff should be simplified aqd gradually lowered, say one schedule at a time, with six months' notice of any important change. In it. This would enable importers to protect themsefVes sufficiently to avoid loss on their previous importations. The reduction of customs duties on commodities and articles of general consumption would obviouslyreduce the living expenses of tUe people, which are now so great as to be the chief source of the discontent of labor." One of the most important uncertainties which lately . threatened the security market has become a matter of history. There is now little or no danger of any serious monetary crisis

this i fall. Owing to the warnings issued months ago, and the precautions

taken in consequence, the money situation is really far better than could have been- expected. The interior banks will be able to meet crop requirements with little assistance from New York further than simply utilising the balances which belong to them. The forced liquidation of the last two months has accomplished important results. Financiers, manufacturers and merchants alike have each been obliged to liquidate and shorten sail. The process was unpleasant, and in many cases involved severe losses, but the results are beneficial; and as

a result it is safe to say that the financial and business situation in the ! United States is much sounder than ttj has been at f.ny time since the panic'

probable, aud even desirable as a restraint upon imprudence, but the supply of loanable funds is quite abundant for ail legitimate purposes. Any outbreak of excessive speculation would

probably meet with a prompt check by the banks, and if conditions continue as satisfactory as at present, gold imports may be renewed at a later date.

OLD TIME PUNISHMENT. Agony of a Day In the Stocks For a Fit of Bad Tamper. A record on til in the library of congress vuntalits uu account of the adventurt of a certain Hubbard, who wus sentenced In (iostou to the stocks for hav lug indulged lo an unwarrantable at of HI teuiier. says Harpers Weekly. When lie tuid taken his seat for the day there came aluug a drove of swine, which seemed to cast upon Dim those leering looks that only a fat pig can bestow. A dog followed, sniffing at the prisoner's feet aud making feints unpleasantly anproaculug realityof biting bini. Then a eock. mounting to the very top of the stocks, crowed bis derision upon the victim below, and presently a rough fellow, after Indulging In ugly taunts, threw at blm fetid toadstools aud a dead

snake.. . . Then an lodinn appeared, who In a drunken rage, stimulated by some fancied Injury, rushed at Hubbard with a tomahawk, probably Intending nothing worse, however. thsin to give him a severe fright, which he certainly succeeded: In dolus. Help came from an unexpected quarter, for at tbnt motneut an old bull came tearing down the road. His attention was attracted by the .stocks, and wltb a roar be prepared for a charge. Alarmed .in his turn, the savage dasbed off. The hull made a dash at the stocks and rn tried away t be corner post, but without even erasing the object of his apparent wrath. Whether be was disgusted by the little be had accomplished or his " animosity was thus satisfied, he started off. bellowing and shaking bis bend, much to the relief of the said Hubbard. And then the. unfortunate .man was left In comparative peace to bis own meditations and the cutting sleet of a November day.''-- r-r-j,

" TRICKY ART DEALERS. Aatut Parisian 8ehm For Booming .. . ?New Master. For the booming of new artist aa astute dealer Is necesary. He catches , bis. artist, as young a possible, preferably as an exhibitor of crazy canvaso at tb autumn salon of the Independents' exhibition, and commission elm to paint 100 picture a year. One by one. occasionally lo two and threes, at Judicious intervals the dealer sends the picture to the Hotel rouot for sale by public auction. There he has confederate, who rata tho price at each sal, and he buys them tn hltnaelf. After a fow months the young artist's canvases bar a certain market value, and the next step is taken to turn their painter Into a modern master. The critics are attacked, One of them la asked to look at some daub, and when be cries out with horror the dealer says': What? Tou don't like It? Take It home with 'you as a favor to me. live with it six months and then" In due course an art amateur calls upon the critic aud cannot contain hi admiration for the new artist's picture. "What a masterpiece. The most modern thing In art J have seen for a lone timer be exclaims.

Doubt begins to invade the critic mud. and when on or two more enthusiastic amateur hsve visited Mm he is Worked up to writing a column of panegyric on the new master. The amateurs are, of course, sent by the dealer. . One or two article and the boom I In full swing. Wealthy and simple minded collectors, remembering bowother painter hare been decried in tbelr early day and how their work later have commanded fancy price, rush in. The new master makes about 10 per cent of the profit and the dealer tho other 90 per cent. The new master la at the mercy of the dealer. If he grumbies the dealer floods the auction rooms with a hundred or o of hi masterpieces and orders his agents not to bid. the remit being that the canrases sell, at rubbish price, aud the boom Is burst-Gil, Bin. ,

Australia's statisticians have just published their matrimonial figures for last year. The youngest bride was a girl of thirteen, living In New South Wales," and the oldest was a spinster of eighty-nine. Twelve of the brides were only fourteen, fifty-four were fifteen, 267 were sixteen, and . after that they ran Into t he thousands. Nine brides under twenty-one married men over fifty, the bridegroom in two cases being eighty.'

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HMOiW OIF IFATEi-ciir

TOT etaeV tn the Matroeolitan station pelaud to midnight h pad out lata th roadway boyond. Th full moon. o( a still Juno Burnt flooded ' tb world with radiance; against th gray blue of th sky th tall church spire down th road was outlined cloarly by tb moon' light; th air was balmy with fh fragrances of Summer. Excepting for a stray cab waiting by the sta , Uon. and on or two foot passengers ! hurrying homeward along thy pavement, ' th long road was prsoilcslly deserted, and very quiet. The vleta of ltht MreUhed awy to rlsht end left golden 'lout lnt a bcbTound of dark Tree Xch houe tn the long road hd Its little Croat garde, and In each raen ther were tree or bushee th f ruetled faintly the June breese slchea through them. Mxrt urji along th terted pevement. and folded Ear evenlnc cloek more closely about her gth Tn tadriwlng of her breath which .A yero eh had never eome stone this deserted plee of road of whloh. Is th bottom of her soul. .she was half frill Hugh had walked by her side aurtna thoe wonderful dys of last SumSierT Slugh s hand hd drawn hr arm ctoe "gZtMt his side. nd. whilst h had laughed at her tenderly for hjr . wemnlsli fear, be had never felled to

bT rtaat she did nof .Hoiether Uk. th loneliness of the road st nlht- , rJr a moment th long Hn of lights ra mistily tosether. the trees became blu-red and dim. then she choked back the tears and laughed laughed a little ruleful lauah out there In the lonely road, and told herself she was a fool to let the dead past rise up nd look Into ber OaMheaiI table letter waited for her. but she Aid not open It until she had Vmbed the etalre to her own room, who window looked out across the trip f garden lying very still Is the moonlisht. There was a wh apering

among tb poplars in the neia-noors card

n4h Vitr -who quivering leaves

seoptlne fr that wblaper and th awy souad of trains. great

lance reicBi-. i .; "" that Ploedllly could be reached la uVrtls f aa hour, that th hrt of Undo" w throbbing vr there under the ehlmmerlng glow tn the sky that rneed Ui Bre of gas lamps ieiow. For moment Marc sret looked it aoross th trn, from which 7kiM travelled up t her the scet of !n! white pin sh eould dimly see . Hut lull "" Slmin fissr wssrA wi,i,B-Th.t.h:h.Vo,r. SSSr thwHatter that waited her In the SSu ktSw; Th envelope bore the nam S?" wU-tawa pwlllUiia arm. Th letter was r" th editor t a mageiine ubTuhed by Messrs Rowberry snd RowCerryT It was oowtdssly wweded: Def Mis Drrr - "Th four stories yeu. sent me Isava all a l ar, Ceuld yea

let me have a lev story of 8.300 words by the end of this week?? "Youre faithfully, "JOHN STERNE. Editor." t Margaret Drury laughed aceln; her hand crumpled up the harmless typed letter snd Dune It down upon th table beelde her bed. and a great bltternese urged up In her heart. "A love story," she said under her breath, "another love story. The Irony of fate that Insists upon making me writ love stories of imaginary people, when I myself was tried and found wanting. Tried and found wanting 1?" And, with sudden passionate gesture, she flung off the gray cloak sh wore, and flung out her hand toward her own reflection In th long glass of her wardrobe. The unshaded light of tne electric lamp In the center of the room showed her with uncompromising clearness, but no flattering rose-colored shades were needed to soften any of the lines of Margaret Drury's alight form, or any feature of her face, she stood, looking at herself tall figure, girlishly slim. In spite of her flve-and-thlrty year, her well-poised head held proudly erect, her shining hair making a crown above her face. A faint smile curved about her lips, s smile that hold In It something f Infinite patnos the same pathos which looked out of her eyea that were so deep brown, and deep and sad. The llpe wre finely out, the eyes set well apart under thoughtful brow. There wee a certain Cjueenllness of poise about t.ie whole women; but te sadness of her eyes, the pathetic droop of her lips, were what gave her fee so arresting an expression. Her gown became her ststely beauty. Th rich, soft flam color seemed to make her eyes more deeply brown, her hair more bright: snd the satin folds clung about her In graceful lines that shaped themselves to her graceful figure. For many m.nuies ne etood silently surveying herself In tn. long mirror, snd then low cry cam from her llpe, an exceedingly bitter cry, and she wrung her hands together as though th pain st her heart was more then sh could bear. "Love stories, she said aloud, "always love stories. I feel like Olory MaQuirk in that dear old book. 'Faith Oartney's Girlhood.' Mood times are not In me. Glory used to say. and It Is tho same thing with me: 1 have to write bout other people' good time, and I nave somehow lost my own good Umes forever." She undressed quickly. Th evening at friend's house had been a pleasant one; she had been admired, talked to, complimented. For time the past had been kept st bay memory had been forced to II dormant, when she hd exerted herself to amuse others. But lone here. In the solitude of her room, with the fragrances of the June night creeping In at the window, tbe floodtide of memory was loosed, and ail that had happened year ago was though It had happened only yesterday. Hugh's face. Hugh's voice. Hugh's word to her. and his letters which had seemed to mean so much and apparently had meant so little after all these csm before her with vividness that stabbed her Uk a half.

"All my lov. dear heart!" the words he had written to her In one of those long letters which had been so rare because he and she were so seldom apart wrote themselves across the room In his familiar handwriting, nd beside them came the words In the "Zw? .w't'n words that had hurt her almost beyond endurance. "Dear Miss Drury: 'lLun!er"tnd dor of th Comet 'or artlcl about me and my WJ ?T ,.ror,iyour pen. Perhaps It would ifJtft1 to m 1 would only involve correspondence between you snd me. which you know It is better nd wiser to avoid. Yours sincerely, . . "HUGH MATHERS. .lLrny Jov. dear heart!" "A eorrespondence between us which you know It Is better and wiser to avoid." Th two sentences swung In Margaret's brain with maddening persistence, and Hugh e face rose before with persistence no less msddening. His blue eyes looked Into hers again aa they had done on the day he seked her to b.- hie wife, ih d.?y. wh'n h hd to,a hr sh was beautiful his sweetheart, his darling the day when, giving herself to him with that utter breaking down of barriers wnioh comes so seldom to a reserved woman, she had put her arms about hi neck and called him her man. His face looked at her from every corner of th room the face which she had thought the dearest In Lhe world, the face which till blotted out from her all other faces. And she knelt beside the bed. her arm outstretched upon it. the tears raining down her face, fighting all over again the old terrible fight for patience, for endurance, for submission. All the old tormenting questions rose gain to torture her. Why had it happened? Why htd Hugh Brown thrown her over? Why had her beauty, her charm, her tenderness, failed to hold blm? To know tbst she had these things was not vanity, not empty conceit. There were others besides Hugh wtio had told her she was beautiful, others who had spoken of her fascinating personality, nd as for ber tenderness! well, no on knew better, no one knew aa well, as Hugh whst her tenderness could be. And yet nd yet Hugh hsd told her with his own lips he had made a mistake, that he cared for her only as a friend, that to go through the marriage service with her would be perjury. She buried her head deeper in the bedclothes, overwhelmed again with a sickening sense of humiliation, of shame. "What is It In me that failed himT This was th burden of her cry, aa It hsd been the burden through all th torturing months which had dragged by their weary length sine sh And Hugh had bidden each other goodby. "To live day at time, and to lire It with her might." This bad bee ber bigh endeavor; and wnen some of th days had seemed unendurable because her longing for Hugh "U almost more than sh could bear, sne hsd struggled through them with a eesperat effort to keep sane, to keep ber grip on thing, never to let herself go whateves th coat. But to-night the flood-gates were opened opened because an editor bad asked her to writ wv story; aad th

womsn whose own love story nd ended lu dust and ashes could only kneel beside her bed snd prsy for patience, whilst her heart ached with sn intolerable sense of pain snd longing which refused to be

The night was far advanced before she had reasoned herself into composure sain; but in the gray light of dawn, when blackbird began to whistle of coming day, she looked out one more scross the garden to th whispering popar trees. "Mr. Denhsm shall have his love story by Saturday," she ssld, "and it shall be happy one, with wedding bells st the end. There must be some women in the world who can make men love them nd hold man's love: some women who re not 'sent empty sway.' 1 will writ about the happy woman. It is Just tb Irony of fte.' e The srtist stood betor nls latest pie- -ture. Hie face was very worn, very tired. There were crow's feet round th blue eyes tbst had once looked so bravely out upon life, and there were many lines bout the mobile, sensitive mouth, whose smile had held such Infinite charm. The mn's face was sad, his whole pose exSressed weariness, dissatisfaction, diseartenment. The picture from which be had hoped so much was not working out s he hsd Intended it to do. "The Eternal Mother" be bad called his picture, moved by wish that had come to him like sadden Inspiration to paint the motherhood which, as his rtist's soul conceived, lay behind every woman' face. But he stood now. looking st his unfinished picture, wave of disgust and discontent swept over him. wnat he had hoped for. what he hsd dreamed of. did not 11 in the face of th pictured woman; he had -not found It tn the face where he had been triumphantly euro It must exist the faces of th women wh came to him aa models did not show It: be had ought it In vain Among th charming women of his Acquaintance, How or why it had been born in upon him that he must plnt tb "mother -woman'' he could not have explained. It had dnwned upon him In flash of Intuition; but th fulfilment of th intuition seemed to be as far off a ever. Hugh Mathers sighed as he turned away from the canvas: th lines on his face deepened a littla. He moved bout hi great atndio with rUs steps, m though movement wer essential to him; nd. as he walked backward aad forward, his eyes wandered to th window where, through th big pnnes. he could see th white acacia Bowers against th sky of June. "Louis is lovely enough. Heaven knows." he thought Irritably, "piquant. charming1 Just what I ws sure I wanted; . yet now" -His though te broke oft abruptly tight step eounded In tb corridor outside tb studio, aad ther was a quick Up oa th stsdlo door. In answer to his "Com m" a gh-1 entered, bringing with her whiff of some subtle fragrance that cemd to fill th who! place A large hat ahaded her face, ber gow w cut to th meet perfect tashloa f th sMssbat; Us 4Uo t

blue coloring exactly suited the bright blue of her eyes and the golden lights in her hair. Her small, piquant fsce wss daintily lovely, the smile on her lips full of allurement. She looked what Indeed, she was a coquette to the finger tips. She knew to a heir's breadth how to keep a man on tenterhooks amused one minute, miserable the next. She lifted her eyes to Hugh's fsce with little laugh. "Still grousing over that silly old picture?" sh ssld, when he hsd kissed her. "Whyever can't you Just paint me, and hsve done with it? Surely I'm pretty enough to be painted?- And "her blue eyes glanced up st him through their veiled lashes with one of the coquettish glances which had first csught his fancy. "'La belle Louise' call it that Instead of 'Th Eternal Mother. Eternal fiddlestick! My goodness! you won't find many women nowadays wanting to pose as eternalor ny other sort of mother." "More shame for them." Hugh spoke sternly, and Louise paused in the act of taking deep red rose from vase on th table. "There, ther. don t get on high horses, silly boy. They don't suit you. And look here, I really came her today to say something quit important. She was arranging her row In her waistband as sh spoke; she did not even look into the face of the man who stood watching her. "Io you know, I am getting tired of being engaged to you? Tou re such silly old sobersides. I can't stick all your high rt, nd hlah motherhoods, snd ll the res; of it. I'm a butterfly, and X Uk butterflies best." "Do you mesn you ar throwing me over?' Sh shot a roguish glance nt "You put It rather crudely, don't you. der? Well, look here, you'v oftn ssld how much you liked my Jolllnee and all that. X expect you rHj preferred them to that Miss Drury's serious ways; but tb plain fact is you're to serious for me. That other woman would bav suited you better., She your rt not me." "We all leave Ml Drury' nam oat of th question." Hugh's vole was very tern. "I treated ber Abominably, aad "Oh! don't be silly." th girl Interrupted. 'Treated ber abominably. Indeed! She didn't know bow to manage you that was bout it; showed her haad

too plainly; let yon see sh cared a mighty lot for you. Instead of playing hot and cold-as I should do with, a man, I suppose sh thought you wer a kind of Archangel differ eat . from all other men, . A U you weren't all alike; every Adam's son of you." "Did you cobb here to tell as this?. Hwgh's vote was icy. , "Well. I dtda't set out to tell yeu this. I cans to give you be.ck your freedom nd. your ring, and to sar that X daa't

and you quite want halt we sy ? quite amsaiag enough." Sh laughed again. "My goodness! It' pretty funny. Isn't it? you throwing over that other becanse she hsda't all th raciaes you thought von wanted, aad now sn throw-

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of poetical Justice about It. Isn't there? The artist's wife wa very white, a heat of Indignation raged within her, whilst the girl in blue moved about the studio talking In her rather high voice, laughing her amused laugh. "I really thought I loved you. awfully," she said. "To wer so goodlooking, end so chic; but you don't look bit interesting to-dsy. Your eyes have lines around them, and you seem tired snd old, end. oh! my dear men, I was never born to take cre of tired old people, or mother them. So we'd Just better part and hv don with it," "We'd lust better prt snd have don with It-' Th word, with their accompaniment of laughter, seemed to ring around the studio long After sh hsd gone, wheat Hugh Mathers sat alone, his eyes fixed upon hi unfinished picture, savage misery tearing at bis heart. So Louise had thrown him over, and he was alone with his own gloomy reflections, his own memories of the past, that came thronging in upon him In his loneliness. "I was never born to take ear of tired, old men, or to mother them." No. that wa true enough. Louis was piquant, racy, amusing, dellciously entertaining if one wer well and Jolly. But now now that he was tired, disheartened, discouraged, she could do nothing; she did not even wish to do anything; she had not been born to "mother Anybody. There was none of the eternal mother About Louise-.and every man needed to find that etemei motherhood in the woman who was to mak hia happiness. Margaret when they were lovershe had com to MsrgAret one with a burden of anxiety, and she had drawn hia head against her breast, and given him a Strang sens of rest And comfort. "My darling comfort!" he bad called her, and then "Fool!" be exclaimed, pushing bsek his chair and beginning again to pace th studio, "Fool to let her go. Fool to chose th dross snd throw away th gold. We Ar U fools, w men; we let tn amuelng coquettes twist us around their Angers; we let th mother woman go. My God! 1 am a fool fool! And I hav let Margaret go forever." To dine at bis club seemed preferAble to dining Alone at home: but dinner was a fAilur. Throughout th mel the feces of two women denced befor him with maddening persistence: and when dinner was over h flung himself into chair tn th smoking room aad nicked ap a magasln at random Anything to while eway An hour any thfng would be acceptable that would occupy his thought nd help to blot out tbose two faces Louise's, blueeyed, laughing. Impertinent; Margaret, beautiful and gravely sweet. "Tb Irony of Ft." Th title t-

-treeted him; it suited hi prat snood.

no nimee'x was suixsnng irons tn Irony of fat or was it rather from th result of his own unspeakable 'oily? Fat was punishing him with bitter Irony for his treatment of Margaret. - Louise - had turned his ow

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lutely fixed his yes on th print page, resolutely refused to Jet his thoughts run riot: and presently th story itself arrested hlmV it was a human document. A wemsn's heart laid bare before him a passionate woman heart. Th man eh loved had treat 1 her as as- a hsd treated Margaret, But this woman in the etory oved on without let or hindrnnc. "He just mad a mistake" tho words wer put into th imaginary woman mouth "he Just made a mistake; but I still belong to him and h to.n! He is still my msn. Whstever he la. whatever he does. I shall love him all the same! ' Women ar mad like that," "Women? yes, some women; th mother women r mad Ilk that.'7 Hugh's hitter reflections begsn ngsln. - Th mother women can forgive, can comfort, can help, if the man has not wronged .them past forglveaees s 1 wronged Margaret." His eyes went back to the story. It J?!, ,r"'' t.roBf convincing. Tb irony of ft lay tn the fact tht th woman whose heart was broken was called upon, alway called upon, to writ lov stories, and at lsst one of her stories fell into the nnndi i of the man who had hurt ber. the man had fallen on evil days; was 1U. Suffering and alone. In hi misery he turned to the woman who loved him, "Tw?? wom'n forgave. The story ended with the sound of marriage bells, uditt signature at the foot HughT at u straight with a little gasp the signature at th footswas Marpretpmry" " He stood In her Iittl sitting room, looking at her with miserable, wistful eyes. He had come to ber then nnd there. Jur?rtsed ber sh sat st ber writing table kinking of him and of the T past when she realised it was be. she rami from her writing table And stood for a moment looking At him silently emalae. ment depriving ber of speech. almoetoZ thought, Hattr she said f Alterlngly. "Why. "f came." be answered, his vole shaking strngely. "I came b.cau i hsd to come; your storymade me daTlTugfoVt -L.aTP t.or h b reached the end of bis halting sentence she was bv hia side, her face, uplifted to hi face, bar arms about his neck. U9W . "Ar you surer' sh whtenered h

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