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THOSE enthusiastic, unquenchable ladles, the Suffragettes ' of Great Britain, have seized another opporunlty to embarrass a government that refuses to let them Tote. ." 1 "No Tote, no, census!" they cry, and they are' sleeping In bath tubs. on tables and under tables In friends' houses, and In other queer places, and taking their meals wherever they happen to be, to keep KlQ George and his ministers la the dark about the exact state of the population. Under the English census rules. Individuals are enumerated only at ' their habitual, domicile, where the declaration la filled out and signed. Bath tube, and tables and chairs in the houses ct sympathlsera'certaln. 1 ly are not habitual domiciles; therefore, those lodged In that unique manner escape enumeration, v The fact that the census author!ties have no power to catch these ladles in the upen and count them, willy nlily-a. the New York enumerators did In the case of tramps in the parks-r-ls- shown by the fearless glee with which they advertise their . triumph m street parade., carrying o Tote, no census- banners, and Photographed as you see them l They ate ven ernel enough to 5U w' tlr r,uPh Jn the faces ot the king's ministers and law-makers "-appearing In force, with their defiant banners, at midnight, for re. Tlhi w ne ef those Indian summer Bights, hot and sultry, end through the open doors that Ud into the club conservatory the scent of many tobacco plants mua-Ud, to be. watted towards the players. There was something weird and unearthly in the way the two played. Throwing the dice silently, eagerly, cautiously, playing a gams of luck before ' company of men. They were playing tor . a woman's hsaxt. Hermlone Hunstanton's heart. The ether members stood anxiously and alien Uy around . the .table ot destiny. These two men. who had been chums la echeel together, as men were runalng rival for -the hand of a woman they both loved. One of their maxims at school had been that they would always treat each other Ready Letter Writer tpUAT Intelligent toklng boy there," said the pedagogue to the topaatted parent he was showing over the MhooL premises, 'U Brown. X am proud ' ef Brown. X have Inculcated In him the love of learning to Such an extent the he now prefers study to play. X expect at this moment he Is writing Ttmmin's ; Latla prose on the sheet of paper there while all the other pupUs are at pUy. ' X will aaoartaln." lie called the lad to him. Brown." he said, "let us see the result of your Industry.' ' -X T4 rather not. sir." Mushed " Brown. -Note his modesty." whispered the, schoolmaster. "Coma Brown, let me eee ' what yu have been writing." SU11 the bey demurred. But the ! schoolmaster insisted and forcefully ap- ; proprlaud the paper. And there, la neat ; tmltattnn t feminine aaadwrlUns, he t read the ftdlewtng: i "Kmm euccuee my James from ! school to-day. He la wanted at home."

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fair and square. Contact with the world had not changed this, and Cathcart. see-

Ing that Cavanagh loved Hermlone. had . "Rest a while. Arthur." he said; "you bared hie hrt a hi. - wnl De btter soon." . f , . . ! f nne by e the other had melted Tne suggestion had been Cavanagh'a. away from the table; mum . to carry They would play for the right to tell tho story of the great game to the their love; the winner should have analous ere ot wires and sweethearts. Hermlone. the loser ehould go away and otbers to discuss It over a nnal whistry to forget. key and soda in the imokeroom. The winner was to be he who made At Cathcart etaggered to his the best three throws out of ave. e1 nd restudded his collar. Cavanagh had thrown first and the dice The excitement was too much, old rolled over the balse and then steadied mac; J couldn't stand It. he aaid. as themselves. he looked at his friend. Six. Ave, three. Cavanagh's eyes Heriot turned away. Tou're lucky glistened. The dice were picked up and beggar. Arthur," he replied, brokenly, thrust back Into the box. A rattle and "You have probably won the best a throw. woman on earth, a woman I loved with Five. five, three. Cathcart had lost all the passionate adoration of the the first throw. . first affection, the woman I have Again they threw; and again dlsan- dreamed of. the woman whom I a trouaiy as far as Arthur was concerned, never to aee again. " Cavanagh now looked excited. Cathcart laid his hand on CaTanagh'a Perhaps the next throw would mean shoulder. "Come. eome. Heriot. It's the heart ef Hermlone. He clasped tho not as bad as all that. How could I bos feverishly and threw. ever do without my best friend? And. One, two, three. The pieces mocked If Hermlone accepts me. why. In the at him as they lay there in numerical aXter years, should all the chances of sequence. reunion be forgotten?" Cathcart threw. Two, five, six And There was many a tremor In Heriofs then, placing the dice in the box. handed voice as he replied weakness that he It to Cavanagh. sournt to conceal, but could .not. Heriot shook it up and down. Anally "No, no, Arthur; never that. I could throwing with scarcely better luck than never live if I knew I had been false to before. Two, three, and Ave. my tmest friend." Shrugjtlng his shoulders, he rose and "Why false?" exclaimed Cathcart. waited for Cathcart to cast. Heriot gripped Arthur's wrtat. Five. four, three. Two ail. -Why. man." he cried bitterly, "do you By now practically all the members of think I could ever be near Hermlone and the ttoplan Club were surrounding the ot love her. not yearn for her? Oh! . . It s impossible, what you say.Cavanagh. with an anxious, strained "What are you going to do. then?" Tho expression hovering round his eyes, words came short and in rial ve from

took up iai aice oox ana pausea dofore casting. Above and around him the craning heads watched as he raisea ma arm ana men mrew. s,ix, six. ve. "A foregone conclusion," said a mem ber, hastening out to tell the news to a

ft lend. Nothing could beat that throw. then the curtain rustled behind him and he thought: but before tie had time for t, wmM rone, another thought three alxes lay blinking at him uponthe balsa, and Arthur Cath- Hunstanton House was - sbUst with CW TaSrZi !Kd-.1r,t' Uht- ad bur emitting fashionably JfT " , -I Z . 5K "f.1" dressed women and men through Its large enr And then seeing Cathcart lying- lch wu an open door as far as a loose, inert mass over the table, he hospitality went. CliT? v'.r. br",5r bUly Rs-colored lights lewed In the spaWi h,,.vfrUvna,,v!;- v w clous hall and on the grand staircase! When the brandy had been brought while festooned everywhere were erlssand administered, gradually the color crossed lines of creepers. Never fcad the oame back Into the wlanei-e face. famous country residence of Bernard Ho sought to rise, but Cavanah Hunstanton, capitalist, seemed such a his face as white as death, his Angers fairy palace ot dancing lights as it did

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nerveless 4wn. and shaking held him Arthur's lios. 'What am I going to do? Why, go abroad and live a new life In a new und. and. with God s help, forget r "Oood-bve." Heriot caurht Cathc "Good-bye." Heriot caught Cathcart's hand In a vise-like grip. 'Be good to ner." was all he said, and

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ING GEORGE of England taking the most active persona, interest inevery detail of the coming coronation, and His Ma lest v Is at nresent one of the hardest-worked men in his empire.

Indeed h Kin ener-v la n lunis 10 ae,-"--evelS ShoSeSaSDoUrtle eeurt Then HI. JVer. who had not been brcmgUt Into close matter that uns brmisht you there, touch with bim before he ascended promptly and decisive y, and without tbe throne. , And not less than his ,?f ri' enerev his business ability ery well, V "Please do!" or o. kL TT infrr th I'm afraid that won't do!" . m2li.p f. wtiiM Rnrk The last few days the King has Sm PalSe o onXaltaere bee? very busy over the lists of iowT every one movefat Tbe7oub: foreign and Colonial guests: he sees they are all on the run. . every name, assigns the actual cuar-

on this night In October. From 'the ballroom came the soft, seductive strains of a sighing waits, accompanied by an after murmur of many conversations. For one person this was to be oounted aoumgsi the grandest mo-, ments she had ever exeperieuced. and that one person was Hermlone Hunstanton, and the moment was her twenty-first birthday, which wae now bring celebrated by a dance In her honor. And yet. If the mind of this beautiful woman could have been probed, some greater, deeper thought than that of her dance would have been found predominant in her brain. The man who now sat by her side was the subject of the greater thought: and the man was Arthur Cathcart. handsome, dark, and intense, full of a great desire to hare his heart to her, but fearful rest she should refuse him. j Cathcart looked at the girl by his side. How wonderful, how grand she was! His hands strayed to. hers. His lips sought hers. He placed his arms around her and drew her unresisting to him. The outside world seemed to slip am-ay. and only their hearts beating in unison seemed to be alive. Withuut words he had asked her to be his wife, and without reply she had accepted him. How long they remained thus will never be known, but Uk fact that her guests were trooping into the conservatory, and that the final bars of the supper dance were rising from the adjoining room, aroused Hermlone from her wonderful dream. A sparkling diamond ring glistened on the third tinge- of her left hand, but a brighter lustre came from her wondrous eyes as they gazed lovingly Into those of her fiance. How wonderful life is." she said as they arose to follow the others Into the dining-hall. "Not for some," replied Cathcart. "especially one" -You mean Mr. Cavanagh." and she started. "He accepted my invitation. "Heriot has gone abroad." added her lover. e '' Was there no rest? Could no poor devil have a dose in the cold night air on on of these seats facing the turbid waters of the deep-bosomed Thames? 1 Hot on. there!" The hnddled-up wretch had waited until the policeman's hand rested upon his shoulder, but th other ocenpaat. a better dressed vagrant, was already ta.Tgertng down toward Waterloo Bridsre. Ged. could this last long? he

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to In' the midst of a conversation Majesty will break off to give an o.derto some oue who has Just come .. ,tnmrn the in. or to make an inquiry down the 1 .XJJZ. io some crown ae . i . th-Might. Could this ceaseless shambling through the depths go on forever? Would not a merciful rather md hi sulTerings? He. who had once been rich and happy Arthur Cathcart "Move on !" Unconsciously had rested his tired head against the parai pet, and the watchdog of law and order had to do his duty. He hnrried along now. Tea. he would end it once avid ffr all. It wag quiet here, there was no pne about, only a taxi slowing up. but that was too far off t matter. He raised his leg and swung it over tb parapet. The taxi had stopped. Now or never. ; thoux-ht Cathcart, as the occupant . turned too. not to pay his fare, but to dash, with all speed across th pavement just as the disappointed stockbroker was going to plunge below. "Held hara!" cried a strong voice, end tn an iron grip Cathcart was dragged away. "What tho d V he was going to say, but a look in his rescuer's face froze the words on his lips. -Good heavens! HertotJ" "Arthur you?" The woids cam out bitter and hard. "Yes. me," replied tb unfortunate man. "the victim of an International squabble, a ruined stockbroker, a vagrant, a would-be suicide." He covered his fac with his hands, and his shoulders heaved. "And you V he asked, suddenly rousing: himself by a superhuman ef- , tort. . "Come to this seat, and I will tell ' you," said Cavanagh. The two seated themselves, and then Cavanrgh leaned forward. "But before I tell yoa of my doings Hermlone, what of her?" "I have not seen tier for eix months." replied Cathjcart. bitterly. -We were engaged. I broke it on and set her free." Cavanagh rose. "My chance has com at last." he cried. JTn Mood rushed to Cathcart" s face. . Remember your word f honor," he cried. "Never to see toer without my consent." Cavanagh leased .forward. "But you will give it now." "It is now. that I do mind." Cathcart replied; "and I know you will keep your "Look here. Arthur, will you sell me the right to see her for 5,wwr crisd Heriot. Not for f 50.000." he almost shouted. "I win give you 1 100,000 end s pas-sag-to where you 11 k. There was a look icor than of anxiety on Cavanagn's lac as he leaned forward. "I

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these uncounted, uncountable ladles appear, crowds, ot sympathisers are there also to glvt them moral support. Thevars so pleased with the success of their strategm that they arouse the police, and thus are abia to t'oap ridicule on tbe "bobbies" as well as on the whole Govern ment. It has long been known that the British Suffragette will stop at no amount of personal inconvenience to maintain the ruling principle of her life her right to vote. They are eager to suffer martyrdom In prison, and often, as prisoners, they have put their warders to th'r wits ends to prevent the further martyrdom of starvation, self-inflicted. To sleep on the floors, and on and under tables in the bouses of friends 1s. - by comparison, a Joke. They orofess to enjoy the experi ence. And the laay ner piciurea enjoying sweet slumbers in a bath tub, wrapped In a quilt, with a rug ence.' And the lady her pictured

lor a pillow . rejoices , in gums . And th -MoAa pod, w.r tpp,d wUa to Suffragette posterity as a genuJne Christopher Columbus. Surely oia she is the first to transform a bare- And a passion was In the plover's call, porcelain lined bathtub Into a A spars old man wsnt hobbling br . bed. With a broken pipe and . a tappings ' . eticJt And he mumbled "Blossom before I

ters each person is to occupy, dejMes a fgto ,5 2J5l. at visitors aisposai every aeinn is aitendd p tJcked off oo be works. . The King has had swing baize doors fi led to many of the rooms to W mtters-n D,n or shutting of doors Bucklasham Palace Is a hive tof1,"! e ln B tne ,ous Mt bee ' in it There is no fussing. Quietly, very quietly and calmly dl. recting and controlling and keeping every one up to the mark the King it .always ccol and uW. but always decided.

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am a millionaire now." he continued, "and can yes. I will make it 200.000. What do you say?" "Why, that 1 thank God for making me of the vagrants' order, if the kind of code they have Is different from yours." Cavanagh started back. "Well." he said, sullenly, "there is nothing to b gained by this, and It is sold her. Cnme, let us go to a restaurant; we can talk things ever better there." Half assisted, half carried, the weakened man was crossing the road. Hs had nearly reached the curb when there was a shout of warning, but before 1t could be heeded a motor car had run him down. An inert mass he lay. with Cavanaga bending over him. A snan and woman in evening dress had stepped from the ear. and were looking down upon th figure. Suddenly , the woman gave a cry and bent over the fallen man. "Arthur! Arthur!" she cried. Th eyes opened. "Is that Hermlone calling?" And then they closed again. Hermion looked at th man kneeling by her lover's side; something in his attitude was familiar. He looked up. "'It is a long time since we met. Miss Hunstanton and we meet again in strange circumstances." "Why, it is Mr. Cavanagh!" she cried. "What does it all mean?" "It means;" he replied, "that the man who lies her Is a hero, and I. his friend, am not worthy to lick his boots. It means that destiny has thrown us together, and that by this stroke of fate you and he were brought together again. He is only slightly hurt. Will you take him with you ? Tour father and I will walk. The o'd man nodded as Cavanagh looked his way. And then, with th aid of the chauffeur. Cathcart was helped into the motor car. Hermion stepped in after him. "Are you ready?", said Cavanagh. after Arthnr had been placed carefully along the seat. Ho cam to- th door. "Hermlone," he said, 'to-morrow 4. go back: to my home in Canada. I came to find a manager for nay London off Ice,. I a Arthur Cathcart X have found him. I cam to se th woman I loved I have found her. Sh Is still the same, true and noble. Her lev is too great for m to ever have hoped to win. Mor valued than gold is the heart of Hermlone. Good-bye." And b passed inio th shadows. . Th chauffeur loosed the clutch and

Had to Camp Out on the Stairs. Of course, to return to their homes for breakfast, or at all, while the enumerators are busy, might be to get counted after all. So the bathtub and table sleepers go gaily forth to the nearest res taurant for breakfast, and for other meals. It seems hardly believable, but U Is a fact, that hundreds ot these de termined women walk the streets of London all night to avoid being enumerated, getting what sleep they can during the daytime oa friendly floors and in friendly bathtubs vacated at breakfast Ume by their comrades. wwrvJ 11 T , HEN March was master ot fur row and fold. And th ikl.a V.nt flmidv faatlvaL. die. Be quick. . you little brown buds, be -. quick.' ' a "I've weathered the world for a eouat 1 of yearsGood eld years of shining fire And death and the devil bring- no fears, And I'v fed th Sams of my last d sire. I'm ready to fro, but I'd pass the gate On the edge of the world with an ori heart sick If X missed the blossoms. I may net wait ' The gate Is open b quick, be quick.'' MIXED. . "I say. Mickey, have you been affiliated T" Tes, sir. but It didn't take." the car sped into the night. She bent down and kissed the pale fac. ... - "A woman only loves one," she murmured softly. Up-to-Date Jokes It was in th year 1920. Th mere man thrust his hand Into hie trousers'pocket, seeking a coin. .He jerked it therefrom, emitting a lusty how. "Curse!- he muttered, as he removed1 a needle from his finger. "Can I n'- j get over th habit of mistaking mj wife's clothes for my own?" -v ..': -f- ' "-'-'v"Father." asked the son of the UHW mate Consumer, ''what is a kldf" "'A kid. my son. Is a goat's child." "Weiy ain't I a kid?" i "Tss. ehUd," ; he answered, thinking upon the high cost of living. . .'.eee ... i. "My dear, when your busbsnd come home when you have nothing In the bouse for dessert but peach tarts, and h demands apple pie. what do you i. :y "I make a tart answer." ' "The composer Verdi still retains his popularity. I see. "les; and always will. He was not . only a good composer, but everybody can pronouac bis name." e e 1 see where they had to send the got diers to put down th riots In the 'reaca champagn districts." - "lea." "' -1 suppose to make their volleys effectIve they used grape shoe." ; " , wy;' . ' i'-'X "Tou won't run any risk la lending me a thousand dollars. I am writing a novel ( that Is, sure to go. Tou know what un.. agination I have." - . "Well, you'd better Imagine that 'I - -have lent you the money, then."

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