Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 36, Number 249, 16 July 1911 — Page 2

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acaromi's Masterpiece

By Nini Belmaine

RATTIAEli MACARONI vai an walk out of the frame, you know." yet I cannot claim five thousand "I thought twenty, or thirty, or fifty "Ho. indeed! Well, let me tell you she did as she was bid; and constant slightly. Just to make it look sweetly artist he was also hard up. Bt 2 Baid, laughing heartily, and rising guineas," and he laughed. pounds at the outside." that you are not going there without attendance on a domineering mother sad. you know. I painted out the blue The little studio at the top ot to leave. "Good gracious!" she replied, brld- "My dear Madame, the man who me.- mado any change welcome. She dress and got a professional model to , . Mansions Maida Vale, was Ah yes I understand." and he ling. "Well, they would not get it out would work for such prices could not "No. mamma, of course not." Ililde- rmiled blandly to that irate person pose in a white muslin trock reaching a Mom visited by a sitter with r lled' one of his ecstatli smiles; of me." paint at all." garde replied dutifully. when the train moved out of the sta- nearly to the ankles. 1 placed a crown It tor motives and a purse. Then "but we must keep the young lady in "No?" he said in that musical voice "I think you ought to have given me The old lady was doubly incensed tion. This fairly made the old lady's of violets on the head iustead of a !L er.i. t t advertising in tha frame " He led them downstairs, of bis. some hint of your high charges. I at Macaroni s attempted extortion and indignation boil over. tiara, and now the picture represents

the Morning Boast occurred to him. an4 they went home enraptured. "What is it for?" she tsked. with a Bimply won't pay it. Signor." ... . numerous ladles inidpeardfl observed to her mother snort "If you don't. I shall consider

iie anew uu v . u ...... ft. and society par- that nnthlne had been said to Signor "For their genius. Madame." he re-

" " " paper A really nice Macaroni about the price of the por- Plied, with a touch of the true artist s me out of temper; I'm r.ll of a tremble thought; "but I am not going to leave a curve and disappear with a sardonic but the bare feet The people in our agrapbs to in p about trait pride in his manner. already." my money to foreigners." flip of Its rocking tail. set would be horrified if tfcey knew it little not1 appeare t among A crafty smile trickled down the "Ho, I dare say; but people in the "I am sorry," he replied courteously ; She wrote to Raphael, making a A couple of hours later Raphael was my daughter." Raphael Macarn forge face of Mrs. Saponatlufl"-Slth. suburbs are not taken in by genius, "you had better write to me. I, too, final offer of seventy pounds for the Macaroni thought he was entertaining "Ah. yes. I have heard that they other things, advertising ' "I thought of that my dear. We will We don't believe in it, you know,' do not like scenes. It is a pity we portrait He replied, courteously re- a vociferous maniac when Mrs. Sapo- have rather prudish notions about Mr! a'nonattus-Smlth read the ad- wait till we see the painting. It may Signor." did not have an understanding at first fusing to discuss the matter on any natius-Smith stormed up his stairs and art"

. . . . -rt-t-ait rr it isn't he AD, yes, l nave neara mat onen. l rear l am to Diame. otner oasis man iue im u meu- mvaaea me siuaro wun me xorce ox a 1 aont Know aooui oeing pruaisn.

Teriiseujeufc un - - . -.,..,. .niiimn. A vision win hv to do it all over again. He

her daughter's Imputation that she "I never thought it was In her." she the mystic beauty of spring- - herself had not acted as a lady. "They said to herself as she revengefully "I know. I know," she said brusquely.

Now, for goodness sake, don't put are in love with each other." she watched the steam dragon coil round interrupting him; "it is beautiful all

"Well, what is genius?" she asked "Well, that is kind of you. I will tioned when he last had the pleasure blizzard.

she snapped; "they draw the line at

of seeing her.

She carried her umbrella as if it posing for April, anyway.'

conV 7 ! ,.,.. .m k .I. ,h n takfl mv Drlce sharply, resenting something in his give you fifty guineas, you are so nice.

of the Koyai Acaaemy artist ouKht to be tone that approached contempt "No, no," he said, throwing up his Weeks passed swiftly, and the Royal were Excalibur, and exclaimed. "You "It has made my fortune see. and

painted by this lasnioname uiubi, a jng a name. All her friends in Snobville with envy, "lie seems a very nice man, mamma; malice and consummate uncharitable don't you think so?"

"Yes, I was quite taxen wuu mm.

I am an artist Academy opened its doors for the May villain!" Then, just like a woman, he produced a book of press cutting exhibition without any communication 6he burst into a torrent of tears. and several letters containing com-

"Humph! I suppose it is only a "1 am not going to throw my money from Raphael MacaronL Mrs. Sapona- Raphael Macaroni was savage at missions, question of superior brains, after all." away simply because you are an tlus-Smith saw his name in the Morn- first, then a mixture of humor and dis- "I will give you the two hundred "No, Madame, that is the talent; a artist," she retorted tartly. ing Boast, but did not understand the &U8t made him silent She looked so pounds." she said reluctantly, "and

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. I with von Of man 01 genius i uiueieiii; uia iicau no e.uujscu u.a sjuuiucio m a. way joiguu m nu".u an. uiu wi.d uj- luaicrous, gianug hi mm uiruuga uer men you can paint snoes ana biock-

- . VSmio fn crmrathv nith hla hraln TTa shn took for a mi"18W. "Tho nlcturA tloes of Dicturea. There was a good m?it ovoa that ha rrmlrl hMlv enntml ln nn tSu, nnil maL-A Imf livtlr Vi a n-

linou and lack of Individuality com- course, I could not let you go mere ,... , v . tIlIi, atT,uK .n .h.. vai.is u. u

nets.

The girl had the fashion-plate come- I shall

mon to her class. Her round, pins- alone." .nrt.whlto face was without Intellect- "No, mamma,"

is what twilight is to the day. You is nearly finished. Miss Smith need deal about light and shade and values, his features. He managed, however, to pier.'

the girl replied do not know wfay it comes; it is mys- not trouble to pose any more." which was less intelligible to her than indicate by raising his eyebrows and He smiled and shook his head. "No. taplnim caA nrA nnmntimOQ nrfi. "Tt 1 (Z ft nnlcanPA that Vnil ItfA Cn Chaldpan. She - determined tO CO etinitrtrlnff la chrklllflArc that VSa IfaJon. t I j .Ircatf -vl.l A a vtatMn

, . . Itl Eji, uuo ' - " -- - OUA WBblua A" u.u-. v 1 Hw iU akiOili) IV 0 QllCaUJ ikj , aviuu ual charm and void of any aisunguisn- meeKiy. f COBtume gave' their foundly beautiful." proud," she said, taking a last look at quietly and see his picture for herself, intensely surprised at her sudden in Italy." tng feature. The question l rci and "You artists are much too sent!- the portrait which vr&s a splendid It was plain that it was not a portrait eruption. "Thank goodness it is not going to Mrs. Saponatlua-Smlth was a portly facu ties considerate , exe mentaV. 8he BaId wUh a 8hake of her likeness. "Do be sensible, and I'll from the title, "April," which con- it wasn't for the exposure in the stay in England. I am sorry for misperson addicted to cheap perfumes, entailed u" V1SI" r , d B. Su. feathered and spangled head. In the post a checque to-night." veyed nothing to her mind more poeti- Sunday papers I would put you in judging you. Signor."

and had a desire ior smart wmj. uuer, ---- -- recesses of her own mind she thought "l regret. Madame, that I cannot ac- cai than umbrellas.

which she did not shine. ne wia Duroia. ino reou.i. i

The ultra- mentioned." mother the worse for wine, and she guilty of anythlne.

prison," 6he blubbered.

"Do not mention that Madam; I

. down throueh want of cept less than the reduced fee I have Now. Hildeearde had never seen her

UlMatyarrlA ftf her Diail fOt improving tlonS Was a gauay COIliecuuu a. U-Q. monHnnn mr-thor th wnrfifl fnr vinA nnrl chA . u .. .. . -

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Burlington Home. Then they tnor- -pouid have maae amaa genteel always associate genius with When they returned home Hilde- nearly fell into the ornamental lake- "You have been seelnir mv dauehter rt.htr ti w tt w r

oughly overdressed thmseive anu aenrious. ii uiey hunger and an uncanny knowledge of garde was given a graphic account of let in the garden when she saw her clandestinely, and now you have dis- and thv nartd mot amWhlr.

a MAnOlt ! r K f TltlHt'l ill illUl UU'l " " . . . . ... . ... . . . L .w '

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Mlounor.i. , .11 rnhhilitv have suggested a ine aeaa languages. xne ana;r, ana, to ner momer s iniense iuajti eui ums uy lUD va. graced her." Then Mrs. Saponatius-Smlth drove Raphael Macaroni was defying pes- in au prooaoim,. , Hejf style pufc hlg sensltlve nature mortification, she said she would be swaying like an intoxicated camel. Raphael thrust his long white fin- to the nearest post office and sent a almlsm with a flask of Chiantl and a simple arrangement ,n on edge, and he said carelessly, "I ashamed to go to the studio again. Had she gone mad? She gesticulated gers throilgh his abundant hair and telegram to Hildegarde to come home tube of TeutonUed meat, "when the pearls, or creain w"u only charge one hundred and fifty "Why, may I ask?" blustered the ferociously for the girl to come to her, Shouted: "Do tell me what It Is you immediately tudlo bell rang as If all the readers Mrs. SaPonatlU8m"fk something ulnea8 for a Portrait" mother truculently. and wildly brandished an open rail- think T have d Madam." T'

or me Mommff Dw - - .a. oi,uuw "wnaatT" sne screamed. "vve nave treated mm snaDDiiy, ana way ume-iame. "Think indeed'" sho snortnd i

"I am not going to ask you tor so he is a gentleman as well as an artist "Mamma, whatever is the matter?" have nad tQe eviaence of my own

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CBtia uv tma. - - - . . Snob- fiuiug to asu you iui su utj its a geu Lit'uiau aa wcu an an aitisk. iuomuia, o -"-. . v Mn f3annnatlua-Smith is SVnOnymOUS With poverty in auu . . , s., -o:a ,n it r,o . "nnn't talk- to me Mlsa P.hanen

Buyo nuvn t . , y. r mind was llluVjil dqiu, laaiug iu uxo Dii.ua- ucamca, j uu van nc auiv. ti., iax. - . - a- eyes. My aaugnier nat wept In. and. cackling aome lnco- ville. The main idea in nei ' tIon. "He knows that I simply won't your dress at once; Perkins is pack- wlthout my knowledge." herent apology, settled herseW on a to Insinuate by sartorial aB .,Qh she quavered ..what wlu you pajrf on principle." ing a small bag. I want you to catch ,.T havQ not geen Mlgl ebair like a gigantlo hen. Hildegarde that Hildegarde moved in e charge me?" And she blinked nerv- "I can't see any principle in being the 5 o'clock express for Parkstone." Bmce she came wRh

tripped In after her with a coniusea ciety.

Morning ttuutt wem i"'b him. His heart bounded with sumptuous and brilliant. Simplicity

He Banked on Promises

in rcyuo "i'"ttcl "' 7", " , his studio means- Don t you see that he win give us gin. more mysunea man ever. "I won't, if you will be good enough I ot Raphael girl when she stood up -il will accept one hundred guineas the portrait in the end? It is of no "Don't cross-question me. Miss, but t pxnlftln hat ,a von v.avA ,n I

Ider lady, lighting for breath, "but translucent gauze across " gasped in amazement. and he naturally expects you to pay stay at the Rectory till I have settled 8he lg. bu 8ee njr .upport and patronage, no mttr what

t old "Had you no Idea of what an artist his fee. I should like to go and apoio-

sne wore a Anyv la entitled to charge for a portrait?" gize to him. He. is the nicest man I diamond tiara sparkled defiantly RmAWhat 0, mt

for the ously 38 116 mentally calculated her mean."

"But what for, mamma?" asked the

mile, and bowed timidly in response . . tt .L.i...aa nf Ranhaal

TO tn) couiu, - ' . . . rianhrlHcro blue

MacaronL m an renins Qre" Ul " from you. Madame." .... ... ... a ..u.,..,!. afflArcsrences or

"You must excuse me," saia ine sim wnn iuuiutuu- - ,.0ne hun dred

"PleaBe don't lie to me. Sismor." .

Don't you see that he will give us girl, more mystified than ever. ..j won.t jf you wm he good enough IT S a Pr"J ood world, after alt

will accept one hundred guineas the portrait in the end? It is of no "Don't cross-question me. Miss, but tJ explaIn what it is you have in I ' "l reurea mercnanu

to hlm" do 33 yoU ? t0lf- , YUr "DCle W your mind." ntly tor 0"m9 enterprl.. to .mbark guineas!" she "You commisslonsd him to paint me, meet you at the station, and you will .Well j deciare! You are as cool as in. and my friends promise me their,

m i.kia .t.lr. talrA tt out of and on the shoulders. Kounu .tt i - ..ni v t t nvnio liira t an onrl anoln- mattora olafiwhpre." I . . . . I may decide upon

our unuw ... . ,k . iroiri. "ia Duuu'u "" " - in a nurry. x pacaea ner on tnis ..rK .... .,... .i i.i.h uh

mK. .1.1 -n.aa nnita hawll rl prd nut '

lu afternoon to mv brother, who la a ih.tr .romim.

.... . . . . . ,.-.-, tur. annrKLeu uoiiauw - i . t j, t. r .v.. - "

"Ah. Ti. I am much aengniea. anaaam"""" he asked, somewhat nettled. ever met.

me.1

aid he. beaming Impartially on both. In her yellow hair. "I can't hear lifts. I always feel "Ought she to hold anything In her they'll drop me when I'm going up. hands, Signor?" and I have a horrible sinking sensa, -Ah. yes; she might have an lllumltlon when I go down. The men who nated missal, perhaps.' Sort them appear to have no nerves; Now. Mrs SaponaUua .Smith only they just press a button here and knew a missal phonetically as a there, and all the time I feel that weapon. "Will a fan r-tad there Is only a piece of cocoanut mat- hesitatingly, and produced one ot ivory ting between me and eternity." and ostrich plumes. "Oh. mamma!" Hildegarde ex- -That will do very well. Indeed, and claimed In a shocked voice. he Instructed Hildegarde how to hold "I understand you perfectly. It Madame." said Macaroni gallantly. Macaroni was really a clever painter. -The lift gives me also sensations as and the task before him was extremely If I have escaped Irom something, easy, for the girl's simple face refuted You seer' and he smiled like a all psychological problems. The round seraph with a new set of teeth. blue eyes shone with no spiritual "That's exactly it. Mr. Macaroni; you light, and the features had no anlmaput It beautifully." tion. "Ah. yes, I know," and he gave a The mother was regaled with tea picturesque shudder to Indicate his and crumpets during the sittings, and dire dread of lifts. kept her mental activities on the alert Hildegarde whispered to her mother by reading the smart set gossip In the to call him Signor MacaronL Actrcssocracy World. "I want you to paint my daughter's The picture progressed rapidly, and portrait. Signor. She Is my only the portrait was rapturously pro-Cblld.-nounced "a speaking likeness." "It will give me Tery great pleasure "You have not flattered her, as so to paint the young lady." many painters do." "If It Is a good likeness I will give "Artists must live." he smiled, and you permission to hang it in the Royal added, after looking at Hildegarde. Academy.'; she said graciously, believ- "With your d. ughter it was not necesIng that the subject had more to do sary." with influencing the Judges than the "He Is in love with her." thought ability of the artist. the old lady. "That is the worst of An Englishman would have enllght- these Italians they are so gone on ened her on the lottery method pecul- beauty." lar to Piccadilly; but Raphael Mao- "You are very complimentary," she arout was a courtier, and made bis said to him. and resolved to put their visitor feel that she was conferring r. relations on a strictly commercial priceless favor. "I ought to paint the basis by broaching the subject of fees best picture of my life;" and he bowed when Hildegarde went to change her to Hildegarde. who smiled feebly and dress. She had never observed the took the compliment as if it had been slightest trace of sentiment In that a caramel. maiden's Interviews with Macaroni "When car. you begin the portrait?" "but then you can't be too careful." "Any time that Is convenient to you, ne confided to herself between eipa Mada-ie." ' ea "What day , shall we say, Hilde- Like most middle class girls, Hildegarde T" garde had no romantic notions about "Any day you like, mamma," she re- 1- !t was an orderly, passive sort plied, languidly Inspecting a picture ot passion, associated In her mind with ot Poseidon spearing dolphins. Tb housekeeping and a young man of girl congratulated herself on a high gentlemanly propensities who had a school education, which enabled her Beason ticket to the city. He had not to see that the canvas was an allegory appeared on her horizon yet. but a ot Father Thames, in the years when spinster, old or young, is a creature his pellucid stream kept its sediment of absolute convictions, and has info its bed instead of careering on Its vincible faith in her own deduction.!, surface, as at present WTiat has happened to others will hapIn what costume do you wisn Miss Pen to her. She derides the idea o: Smith to be painted?" failure, and waits for her predestined "Oh. In the latest style of evening partner with stolid combatlveness toon," of persistency that generally meets "Ah, yes; that will be charming for Vth Its reward, If one may so desigme." said Macaroni, with guileless en- a-e a husband. thusiasm. "We ave not spoken about terms.

"I am coming with her." she said. Signor Macaroni.

eyeing htm keenly, and adding to no

of such an obedient disposition that clergyman ln Dorset.

; "Ah. that will be nice for

A Travesty on Humanity.

Mr ij wx. fvV 44;4iss

replied the hotelkeeper.

wlth a snort of dlsguat, "but when it

. comes to delivering- the goods they " Vi.v. Imnnrtint unnnmcntl else.'

Smith; the country is so beautiful in where. I wouldn't give a counterfeit May." nickel for all the promises ln the "Look here, Signor Macaroni, I have United states, not It they were done . . A.j v-- a UP in muslin wrappers and tied with been to the Royal Academy. Now do pfnk-rIbboBfc If i hal ,om. mon,y you understand how asaamed I feel as to ,pitre x might buy a few readya mother? My daughter has been to made post-holes or a couple of cans see you, and, what Is worse, she took of fried moonlight or-a-photograph off her shoes and stockings here." CooIt- 1 ?"T'lJa7A'i T , . t . . . . cent in promises. I got enough ot Raphael Macaroni stared hard at promige8 when i ran tor Mayor of this the heavy scarlet face before him, and town four years ago. ' ' then burst into peal after peal of, "I had. no more Idea ot running for lauehter Mayor than you have of eloping with - . t. your grandmother, when a committee "You excuse me? I am most sorry f pPr0Insnt cltUen nad-d by Jud to laugh," he jerked out hysterically, chamberlain, came around and said; and went off again. the town waa up against a crisis and , "Perhaps there is some mistake," the taxpayers who were tired of rauA i - uai 4. "h,,t T nidpal corruption insisted that she said, in a mollfled tone, but I the,r ,tandard .ar.P. must know everything. Be perfectly frank with me, and I'll give you a hun- It Was a Moral Duty. dred pounds for the picture called "They put it up to tne as a moral 'April,' and then I'll burn it" Jut, to Seh '$ ' "Burn it. Madame? It is my mas- the whole bunch to teap ,n whlch h. terpiece. I have already an offer of ,p0ke of plbroohs and slogans and double that sum for it" clarion notes, and referred to the "What possessed you to paint my gathering of the clans, and said that l . . ., , ,,,,., , had been chosen to remove a blot from daughter as April, of all things? she w cutchem of our ,alr clty... inquired testily. -What Is an escutcheon?" asked the "I thought it a charming idea. Don't rt!red merchant, you think her dress is very pretty? A 'Til be hanged if I know, but there plain white muslin fastened with -"iri " flowers at the neck. Oh. it is lovely!" "It might be in Italy, but ladies in announcement that I would run English suburbs do not have their was made ln the morning paper, and - portraits painted with no boots on." U seemed that everybody in town was "My dear Madam. I could not sym- SJS on the atreet te ( bolize April ln boots!" promUe that they would vote for me "Oh, bother April; that's no ex- M often as possible on election day.' CUBet"and she favored him with a end would endeavor to hypnotise their g,an o, matron.y .adytum M ttZSXLTSfi: sent him into convulsions again till facred panadlums wis renewed and rehA was forced to smile decorously In .,..,. bv my candidacy. When a man

sympathy. "Allow me to explain. Madam," he aalfl. drvine his eyes. "You refused to

of my character and attainments consented to sacrifice hla own personal interests in order to wipe out the blot on the town's ecutchon the world wa

pay me for the portrait An lnspira- llvn a ieon in patriotism.

tion came to me- I altered the face

A Fair Foe

It is a desecration of a kiss to see these hideous monkey lips pressed together.

ID you ever see anything more that sort than there Is ln the perfunctory a flit

hideous than this? little peck which some men give thed If It were not a sacred token of love. These animals have been trained wives at parting and meeting. nature would have developed It ln lower

to Imitate the kiss, the token of affection The man kisses the girl partly because animals. between human beings. be wants to, partly because he thinks she It is desecration of the kiss to see Of all Animal creation, human bemgs expects him tc, and partly because or. those hideous monkey lies pressed to-

Ah. no. I, too, had forgotten that are the only cues who kiss. well, she's a girl, and sLe's tier, and gether.

body In particular, "Evening gowns In the pleasure of painting your charm- These monkeys are not kissing be- why notT The girl who Is overgenerous with her ... ther decollete lust now." ing daughter. I have no fear on that cau!e tter,love e"h other. the, An iri who cares for that kind of kisses makes a great mistake. V!. " ?! " ,.... 7. r with vn r roeacs rothlp 10 them U haV,i?ply t She.lsn't it nru by A UghUy won favor is lightly valued;

-I snail B9 u pieaseu l jw - - been taught them by some clever trainer. ;OZns fle fcaa tused; nor will she be the don't forget that girls.

YOU Shall smiled m his courtly foreign way. a number of earnest energetic women Could you kiss a monkey? Tou shud-

Mrs. Saponatius-Smlth flushed and are trying to suppress the kiss; dus. a a man will kiss any girt who gives him der. ... ... . . . . . ... If. nnrtularttv Is of some millions of ..,pit. .AATm.Mm.nt W V t n4 ... . . tiw

thing you like." nagetea. ior sue xei, ms ponce- "- , aon-t Delieve the udie, 5; r not o 7: are fa,Te Z Z toZ ctZ "IS It tO he a full-length portrait, ness would foil ner desire to reduce W.U1 make much headway. bis sweetheart as being one of th-s "many monkeys to kiss you. mamma? You have not told Signor any 'ee ae proposed. Tbat kissing Is a much abused prlvl- kissed" type of sirl. Don't kiss dogs or cats, or men whom

HC iniStOOK ner emotion, ana as- lege, thera Is no douist. Som pns mnu r.y con t you iwp sanctity or you uon t Know and don . love.

whom they your lips for the man you love, girls? Xeep your kisses lor our family and

A kiss does not mean very much to a friends an 3 t'c-a man wfco eoma day vl'l

come always, Madame.

Lave tea. coffee, chocolate, or any

MacaronL'

I want Hildegarde to pose stand- slsted her to anticipate his prica. "I nothing of allowing mai whom they you ngjitralght np-Just as It she could am rxtafashlonable portrait Jpnlnter:tagjryTat9 rsgja kiss clsj

By GEORGE SIGEESON. THERE'S a shade otr my soul. And my heart Is ln dole From pearly day dawning till soft even air. Jtvith love for the white Fresh Flower of Delight With love for the Maid of the fairflowing hair. Her mind Is a dove. And the wit of my love Is more supple and swift than a bird on the wing; More sweet Is her mouth Than wine of the South Or ali the hill honey that Greek poets sing. To the dewdrops below Her golden curls flow Eee the Came of the berry her smooth cheek upon! In each little ear, That no picture could peer. There sparkles a jewel as bright as the sun. Over earth far and wide Could I choose me a bride And wed a Hon daughter of royalty line; Through life she could be Bat a sorrow to me For the Flower of the World has this

fcnt It should .mean n great deal ta earn your Jsre aad tbe right to kis yo '- pear heart cf mine! ;feru.g " m - - " : -

I tell you. my friend, after I had

listened to this sort of conversation for

a couple of days 1 began to gei auuv chesty, and I made up my mind that the rest of my life would be devoted to the great work of removing blots from escutcheons. I had In my mind some ort of cleaning establishment where people might bring their escutcheons and have them cleaned and pressed while they waited. No End to the Promises. "The opposing candidate was a tool of the Interests, or so he was described by Judge Chamberlain. He stood for all that was base and corrupt In politics, and it waa evident tbat he was going to receive a crushing rebuke at tbe polls. I almost felt sorry for hint when I saw him going around town In blissful ignorance of the humiliating defeat that was in store for him. "Nearly every man ln town had promised to vote for me, and all the pibrochs and clarion notes were in my favor, and you couldn't pick up a newspaper without seeing something about the Job of dry-cleaning that I waa going to do on the town's escutcheon, and the clans were gather Ing in the saloons and elsewhere and I naturally had sympathy for an opponent who was going to be stamped Into the ground. "There was no end to the promises People used to call me up by telephone at all hour of the night to tell me that they could hardly wait until election day, they were so anxious to vote for me, and I received a bushel of letters every malL "Welt sir. election day came, and you remember the outcome. The toot of tbe Interests got there with both feet, and I didn't have a look-in. They hai used me as a doggone stalking horse. Even as an also-ran I didn't stack up knee high. The thing that Jarred me most was the fact that Judge Chamberlain -Toted for the tool ef the interests and was appointed city