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Two of the Duchess of Roxburgh's Collection of Siamese Beauties.
J VST at present the Siamese est la the pet that holds the centre of the state. The fs4 for theae cats hss he some s sort of crsss In Paris snd London, and nearly every person f note owns one;' Even thorn people who have slwsys hated cats have bean won oyer by puaay from 81am, for she is more like s dog. than s est, snd hss none of the naaty obaracteriitlca that -we have learned to call "catty." One can take Siamese cat on one's walks snd ehe win not become panicky at the least noise or strangers, but will trot alone .benlds her master Just like s do. These ests are marveloualy Intelligent and respond to words that other sacs psy no heed to. One of the chief reason for the fad for these cats Is that they are a distinct novelty, for until about eighteen . years ago. none waa allowed to leave 8iam, snd only royal Seople were permitted to own them lers. V:'' ' , " But s pair of these were presented to Lady Marcus Bereaford about twenty years, ago by one of the royal princes of 81am, , and she started a csttery at her BnglUh home. Others took up breeding from her cats snd kittens and now by paying a pretty high price for them any one may own Siamese
They are still very, Tory rare In America,. however, only ten being known to exist hers, but now it is . the fashion sbrosd to own them wa shall soon find them the rage here. The-Duchess of Roxburgh has s number of them; also the Countess at Suffolk. ,. Lady Suffolk's cats she now hss .Bore than twenty of them are all of dull white, with black ears.
noses, tails and paws. The black doe not end abruptly where it Joins the white, but is gradually blended. They have dear yellowgreen eyes and white whiskers, and present a most striking appearance. Their hair is short, like that of an ordinary house cat, and in that respect they differ from most - of the other Asiatic varieties with which American-rare more or less familiar. In Slam It Is a grave crime to kin one of these cats, and they roam at will with impunity. They are held In high esteem in the royal palaces, and for that reason are often referred to as tne royal sacred cats of Slam. It is 3aid that no one can be long associated with these peculiar animals without falling under the spell of their strange fascination. How far the Siamese theory of the transmutation of the soul through these cats Is to be upheld may be a matter of conjecture, but Lady Suffolk's experience with themN has convinced her that there U certainly something about them which Indicates strong individual personalities, and , she Is keeping them under close' observation, in the hope of making some interesting discovery along this line. It is certain that the ancients had a great deal more respect for cats than., they are accorded nowadays. The dwellers along the Nile al-" ways felt a superstitious reverence for "pretty pu3y," and It is said that when one died a natural death In any house, the inmates promptly haved their eyebrows as a token of their grief. In case of a Are. the Egyptians first concern was the household cat. Perhaps the high regard in which , the Egyptians seemed to have held , these animals is due to the fact , that cats of that period were evidently useful as well as ornamental
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A Beautiful Specimen on the Back of Its Master, Francois de Croisset, Author of "Arsene Lupin." Ho tat the ILadie of Tarir and London HxitJe Adopted the yjare IF e line in P lace of JLap-dog
low bows, and f the lovely Gaby peslya has a single prise winning beauty, given her. It is said, by English nobleman, though some say it was sent indirectly by Manuel. These cats are all alike. Theyv have a creamy white coat of short hair, with ears, nose, paws and tall black, looking as If smutted In with the finger Where It Joins the white fur. Their eyes are a gorgeous yeUow. -
It Is said that they were trained to hunt and carry waterfowl, and many Egyptian paintings representing hunting scenes along the Nile exhibit these cats plunging into the wet marshes to retrieve and carry the aportsman'a prey. Whether these' cats were of a different species to those of the present time, seems to be a matter of considerable doubt among the naturalists, but the chances are that puasy has changed much more than his masters or mistresses. The whols theatrical world of Paris hss succumbed to these cats, and every smart actress and singer has one, not to mention playwrights and managers. Paris never does
things by halve?, and it is making .. . th. Rlime cat a sort of mania. HPHa solution of the clock problea.
Almost any price is paid there tor that ppara la yesterday's them. Polalre has one and wheels It Paper. e that the roundsman must about with her on her walks In a have met Flnnlgaa at exactly
neraxnbulator as K U was a nnoy. minutes to ectoca.
Solution of the Clock Problem
Lady Whitecombe and Her Siamese Pet, Which She Takes with Her on All Her Walks.
and. of course attracts an Immense
amount of attention, as sue aesire Francois de Croisset. the author of "Arsene Lupin." has one. -Hero Is a photo of the cat on his master's
back, - . - Sacha Gintry has two and has .tit them all manner of drou
The hour and minute hand of a clock come together at Intervals of -63 5-U minutes. There is only one ot thae times vis. S3 S-ll mlaates past S o'clock, which could be preceded by , positions ,ef the bands described by
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last hour bad been lazily painting a pie tsrtsqiu Tajloy If the Sussss Downs from
e gap In the woodland above It. But the season t was , Spring, true 'English spring, time at Its hast, and arary fibre eC his vigorous balng was responding to the call Of the new-born season, making tha work en which he waa engaged stem petty and
purposeless
Th. v...,. ..k,-- enxloualy. noclng hi. Up, praaaad 1 t!1r!" eaelalmed Flo. in great dl-
Seeking man of about thirty, who for the "ntljr together as If in pain, and that fainted. Ha told m bad bruised his
w noiaing nir isit arm. arm a little, but and I forgot to say "Bruised my left arm a bit. I think.- nthln aout it!" he said -Nofhinir miih t.mi v .. Mr Rayor looked keenly at Ronald's . u 7. fo m" mucn- be all unconscious face, and thn gently raised right directly. J hops you are none be damagwd arm and examined it tha worse t" ' . "Plucky young chap!" he. said in ad. ""hank-, tn .... i - w miration. "We must send for a doctor at .hanks to you I am not." aha an- once. He's been going about for the last wered warmly. ' half hour with a broken forearm!" "But I should ' eertalnlV'have bean .''.? badly hurt. If not kiiia - esa leok at It now. Miss Reynor. aUrl 11 nt killed, at Dallies;. I shall anntl It if I tniirh If .
no cieanea nis brushes perfunctornr. ""w mere, it you had r. ana acrs, itaynor had Insisted on and.' strapping, up his thtnga strode off BO stoppwd Peter. I cannot thank n,d staying at Linghurst Manor till through the wood." rejoicing In th. mar. you . enough. But you must tell me Seenbto'V mU.bou?Somfort.wJ fact of using his strong Ilmba Then a your name', and then you must let ma with it in a allng, he had offered to paint meter horn sounded faintly In the die- drlvs you to our'houae, that father and F1's Prtrait an offer which aha had tanee. the sound making him frown and mother may thank you. and that your SintVach othe?. VSctaST. gild then laugh. . . v arm may be seen to. "We live close by, deal during the past three weeks, and by As he passed the last trees on the edge at Linghurst Manor." degrees tha gratitude and admiration ef the wood, the rapid beat of the hoofs -You are very good" ha answered. w.n,.CK h.ad flUed b girl's heart from the .... . . . w " ooa. ne answerea. flrst naa grown to something stronger. f a galloping horse to hut ears . "My name Is Kerr Ronald Kerr. I Flo left her place, and looked over his tram the valley below. . - suppose you are Miss Raynort" shoulder at the portrait. It did not take htm' lone to mn the -r mm' ... v . , 1 . "Splendid!" she exclaimed. In admlra--m.m- c2;h.i 2n?tl . J t tX0" dU y0U Mw tlon. "It is me to the life, except that Situation. , U the road, which ran like a thatr she queried In some surprise. you have Idealised me." white ribbon along the bottom of the "Quite almnle " ha turnd -r "I cannot admit that." he said, as ha sreen and nurole heather-clad valley, was . .. , " " " signed his name on the canvas. "It la ini! arirt aionl dalhin, PSlnUn round here tor some yo yourself, as far aa I can make it so; a eart containing a, glrlalone. dashing aay noticing your house, which and. now It Is done, it is yours also." madly along, the bora, obviously out ot a plcture.qu. old place. x a.k.a 'f VyoTwtil acceot it." her mtroU The read earn, round who,4 m 1L x know your fatn.r h?m Ttone."', almost Shoulder of the hill on an easy, curve weU hy n4m M Jea4lng m.mDer of childish delight, and then both gazed in and up a gentle incline. But beyond that stock Exchange." silence at the picture. What thoughts Waa a steep downward Slope, ending la , . . A. were in their minds may weU be guessed. . ', "' lt whloh - 4ua.troUs smash riornc lUyner . drove straight to the but th. WOrds that might have been said a sharp turn, at wntea a eisaawous smaaa ttabJes ,wmf tht) cart taerw Ied. wer. never uttered. was a certainty. her rescuer uo a oath to the beautiful "J th aetch dona at last. Miss RayThere waa Just one Chance ef eavtn u . w norf said a sneering voice behind them, tha hanlass airL and the arHst took It. garn beyond which stood the old grey- Jt was Haylar Marton. who had come "" . . . th. stone hoase which was her home. Two up across the lawn, unheard,- uathought Zapping his burden be etarted down , ths 0? bjr ot th-nu kill. Just a. thejgcrt cam. Into view on wu -Yea; do you Uka UV answered Fie. An wheal round the bend. Bya miracle In colorless tonea f, AiTZ tVnTlvar but the horse faced ?er 'th'r' a clean-shaven, kindly-look- Not bad," he replied condescendingly. It did not turn over, but J": ng man of fifty. His companion. Hay- a,UP a Driet Klmac thlak j TOay say the gentle rise la a way which anowa xar Marton. also a member of the it almost does you justice. I suppose that it bad the bit In Us teeth and bad "House," was of a very different type, you'd be glad to sell this, Mr. Kerr." he Jl toe much' energy still left In It. Dark-haired, heavy-browed, with a big added. "I should like to buy it and preWK,, .vfttl. half.wav iown. the artist moustache and a face that Inspired sent it to Its charming origtnal.When about ball-way lown. ins arnsi Ranal1 wltn.oliUka at onca. lntro u not tor ,ala"i atn afraid." returned up the hill again, and. putting her companion as soon aa she plied Ronald, coldly. "Miss Baynor has ea a terrlfle spurt as the horse draw caught sight of her father, and then already honored me by accepting It." level, be caught hold of the shaft, and. eagerly told the story of her rescue. The direct rebuff silenced even Marton in. threw his whole weight "I m Sled Indeed to meet yon. for a few moments, and neither of the eelsl. g tne reins, inrew out wnw wau Mr. Ilerr." said Mark Raynor. shaking others spoke. Flo could not. Indeed, beck. . Ronald's hand warmly. "And X am very trust herself to ooiso. The Intended For a few strides It seemed as If he glad that my daughter brought you insult to her rescuer was unmistakable, eeuld snake no impression on the mad- home. a- that I might thank you per- - "My luck Is out," said Marton suavely, aened anlmsL and the crest of the rise sonally. Islington's Elbow Is a death "Let us hope It may improve now. X "Si1!! htaoru wJuld be tr weral PP avs been came to ask you. Miss Raynor. If you beyond which aU nis efforts wouia oe Wljed at Ju would show iae over the old Roman vain . eesmed very near. But he under- May x also congratulate you. Mr. er villa which has been unearthed near Stood horsea and knew how to manage Kerr?" joined In Marton. with more here. Tour father teUs me that you them, sad st last he realised that he than a suspicion of a sneer In his voice, know more about It than anyone else. .i?iL. Mas? lifted forwld at "Such chnce of effecting a dramatic May I presume on your good nature or was no longer being lifted forwad at rescu( doea not occur .very day. X perhaps you would prefer to stay here?" . every Stride. The girl bersat was now you." ' Flo's jaw had been set stubbornly, able to help him. and the mad gallop As Ronald made some conventional re- and a cold cuse had been already Slewed down to a canter, and from a Ply. looking the financier squarely in the d to ir,-H.v waJS2 Tatar to a trot The victory was won. "-" elUrhUy. It was evident d a Btt-rd eanter to a """ 7 enough that she little approved of har altered her mind. But Just as he was congratulating aim. fath.V. tritni. and that hontemp1! 'Certainly." she answered. In a velvety elf he salssed bis tooting sad fell heav- ous reference to Ronald's gallant act t0M Cy tm the real. nettled her considerably. ' . ... t. .u,u ........... ..vsr'kjf forward again, 'but the girt uow had aor hastUy. "My wife will want to sea stood together in the roofless, tile-floored suss wall la head, and, "pulling him up you. Why, man. what's the matter 1- he triclinium of the Roman house. "We had lust below the crest of the rise, she exclaimed, as Donald suddenly turned better go home new. Xt must be nearly
looked round aa net? rescuer pieaea white, and. staggering back, collapsed on tea-time."
"I'm afraid so. I am sorry youV leeture is over. It has been deeply Interesting." answered Marton, who cared as much or as little for Roman antiquities as he did for poetry. But wait a few moments longer, I beg of you. There ia something 1 particularly wish to say to you.. Miss Raynor Florence!" he exclaimed. In tense, low tones. "You know I see that you know what I am going to say. I love you I have always loved you- and the dream ot my life la that you should be my wife, adored and worshipped. Tell me. mayI- hope to find favor la your eyes?" " ' Flo heard him out quietly, with averted face. But as he ceased speaking, she turned and looked him steadily in the eyes' - -Mr. ' Marton." she said. "I fullv. appreciate tbe compliment yen have paid me. . But X can never pe your : wife never!" ........ "Buf why? Can" -you give me no hope?" he exclaimed, taken Aback by her brief, direct refusal. - He ceased speaking abruptly, for Flo had turned away, and was walking out through the ruined portico, carrying her head very high, though she was on the verge of tears tears of anger and shame. He watched her for a few moments as she moved across the sunlit gap la the trees. Neither. Flo nor Marton gave any hint of what had happened In the Roman house, and next morning the party sat down to breakfast. ' Mr. Raynor. however, seemed worried and absent-minded, and after breakfast, before going to town, he called Haylar Marton to bia study, where they remained closeted for some time. At the same time. Flo and. Ronald went Into the garden. The fine weather had continued, and all Nature waa alive with the promise of Summer. The scentladen breese, the rustling of the trees, the notes of the mating birds, were all instinct with the gentle, yet Irresistible. Influence of the season. ' X "I wonder what can have taken father to his study like that?" remarked Flo at last. "On lovely mornings like this he always goes roiuid the garden before going to town." "Some urgent haslness with Marton. I suppose." answered Ronald. "But 1 am very glad of It." "Very glad?" echoed Flo." His last words had been spoken after a slight pause, aa If on a sudden Impulse, and their very unexpected nature tnoS her by surprise. - "Yes. very glad." he repeated. "And why should I not he so. at being alone with you whom I love more than my life, more than all In the universe?" He paused, and looked timidly at her. Her face was turned away. Jfer little' tan-gloved hands were crossed behind her back, and after a moment's hesitation. Ronald impulsively clasped them In his. For a moment he held his breath, scared by his own temerity, but she made no attempt to withdraw them, and he drew her toward him. a willing, unresiatusg prisoner. . "Flo!" bs exclaimed eagerly, "answer me. darling! can you really love a poor artist? I haven't anything at all worthy of you to offer you. hut at least there ts all the love that a man caa give a woman." . Her bead sank back, and she looked up toward him. "Ronald." she answered, almost In a whisper "my . Ronald 1 Is that not enough? Caa X love you? What else caa X do? My nfe Is yours, as you
saved It." " It seemed as If they had been together but a tew moments, whew a discreet cough broke the sweet spell that bound them. They were In the rose garden, and when they looked around there was no one to be seen, but at the same moment a footstep sounded behind the hedge that enclosed the garden. "Miss Florence?" said a vole. "Yes. I am here. Is that you. Mason?", answered Flo. ."Yes. mUu," replied the butler. "If you please, Mr Raynor would like to see you at once In his study." , Aglow wllth happiness as she was, the sight of her father came as a painful shock to Flo. Mark Raynor was sitting at his writing table, his face drawn- and white, looking bowed and years older, whila Marton was standing by th window, with a look of Ill-concealed triumph on his evil face. "Father!" exclaimed the girl. In alarm, putting her arms round his neck. "What has happened? Jell me." . - "I wish I need not do so, but X must." he answered- wearily, laying his hand on hers. "Flo, darling, I suppose you think I em rich?" ' She started, and a vague, nameless fear cam Into her heart, a bitter explanation of her father's distress and of Haylar Marion's exultation. t "Just so," ha went on." "Well, listen to me. The best of us make mistakes, and a few months back I suddenly found myself forced to find fifteen thousand pounds In cash at a few. hours' notice, or be declared a defaulter. I was perfectly solvent, but the money was not to be had. 1 did not know what to do. but Mr. Marton came to my help, and no one but our two selves knows of tbe crisis 1 went through. I do not excuse myself," bs went on, "but since then I have been dealing In more hazardous operations than I have ever touched before. Most men do it, I know, but I do not put that up as a plea. I need not explain In detail what has happened. Suffice It to say. that If I do not find forty thousand pounds in cash by Monday. I am ruined hopelessly. "But. father, what can I do?" faltered Flo. though In her heart she knew. "Something, the suggestion of which makes me despise myself." he answered. "For your mother's sake only have I even considered It. Marton has promised to find the money for me on condition that you marry him within a month." She hal to choose between ruining her father and mother, whom she adored, and the destruction of. her life's happiness; and as she realized this, her whole being seemed to klndl . with anger and hatred .against the despicable man who had thus entrapped her. "Heaven knows I would not dream of forcing you Into . any marriage." went oa Mark Raynor. "But you know how delicate your mother la. She could not stand the deprivation of the 'comforts she has been accustomed to, even If the shock did aot km her at once' . . "It would." eald Flo. "Mr. Marton. Is alt my father has told me trae aa regards yourself?" "It Is. Miss Raynor." he aas wered, net troubling to conceal his triumph. "I .am quite ready to help an eld friend like your father, but X am quite JustU nod la ssklng a return." "And notwithstanding' that I refused yon, uncompromisingly yesterday, that
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you know of my aversioa ie y, - TWoi'thy her,' And now SU11 desire to marry me. -.wered-' you. sir." he added, turning to Marton. -I do. I There-a the doorTand dea't let us see "And I have sworn to make you nny again r wife. This has given jne the chance ,.HMV,a ba praimi that I have bees I have been hoping for. ... able to save you from being sold, my
Flo bowed and wen c""" darling!" eald Ronald to Flo. when they "What is that for?" thw-were again alone together. 'But I think
It was Mr. Haylor Marton who was sola.
"I wish to send for Ronald for Mr.
Kerr," she replied, -j. nave jwj. Ised to marry him. and must sak him to release me." '"---. "Look here," interposed Marton, wun en ugly scowl. "I won t have that beg
garly
after all.", laughed Ronald, "and pretty
badly sold, too!" - Flo looked up aV her lover's face with sparkling eyes. - -
'Do you realize, Ronald, darling, that
-fhat win do. Mr. Marton." said Flo you nave seven me on two occasions j
coldly "You are not my master yet she said. "Once from certain death at In Justice. Mr. Kerr must hear every- Dallington's Elbow and again from over thing" : lasting misery." A few minutes later Ronald came In. "Da not speak of It, dear," returned and Flo told him the whole story And Ronald quietly. "Now that I have saved her reason for surrender. you X intend to take very great care of "So I have sent for you. Ronald," she you la the future." And, holding her concluded, her voice beginning to break, close to him, he imprinted on her quiver-
"to ask you to release n xrom my jng lips th first lover s kiss thy
promise-'
She had not dared to loo- at Ronald while speaking, but now she looked' up -at him., and. to her surprise, she saw him smiling grimly, in a way whica seemed to disconcert Marion, considerably. ' ' ' "You have been a little too clever this time, Mr. Marton." he said In ominously
quiet tones, aaaing 10 Mr. Msynor: "Wi
ever known.
,THK END.
. THE SEASON. Judge (to defendant; You called the plain tin a "cowf" "Yes." - -
juqg to piautmj -and - you
ay yes
big sum?
Plaintiff ia drover) But. your Hoaee. tske into consideration the high orloa ef cattle., '
it Mon tanas that caused your last trou- fluO for reparation. Don't you think teas
"It was: hut how did you know? "1 know something of these matters, in spits oft bing a pauper artist." returned Ronald. "I also know that the Peruvian Copper Syndicate Is responsible for the ifailure of Montanas as, of coarse, you ere aware. But you do not know, as 1 do, that ths power behind the Peruvians is Mr. Haylar Marton. The
whole affair has been an elaborate . "What av dluourai,mni ,..
scheme to get you, and so Flo, Into his have been." replied alias Cayenne. t
the man who insists oa going out oi
UP AGAINST IT. "la the .days ot th ancient drama, said tbe pedantic parson, '"performances
wr given tu th wpa aar.
hands." he concluded.
"It's a lie" blustered Marton. going crimson with anger. "Raynor, are you going to listen to a vagabond painter, of whom no one knows anything?" "You very soon will , know something about me." observed Ronald, drily. "On my painting expeditions 1 choose to be known as Ronald Kerr, which Is certainly my name, but to the world at large X am known as tbe Earl of Cars-
town.'
the
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w theatre to get a breath of tra
DISGUISED. ."You didn't psy th slightest atten tlon to th policeman who warned yoa about th lights on your automobile!" said th magistral severely.
4 am at lauit. judge,"
renlled Mr
Cbugglca "I'm a stranger in th nt
Lr" , . . . and he spok so politely 1 didn't think 0"h astonishment caused by this aa- h. ,ouid b. ... T i,-ma 1 '. a
nouncement completely eclipsed the for- '
mer. Lord Cars town was well known
by repute as one of the richest men In England, who had a strong dislike for society ana was usually described as eccentric, whloh only means unconventional. : must ask your pardon for my deception. Mr. Raynor." he went on. "W will talk about it later. Just now we must settle with Mr. Marton. who is. I am sure, m a hurry to get away to business. Mr. Raynor. X have asked your daughter to marry me; shs has accepted me. May X venture to ask If you would have approved of me as a ron-ln-law but for the financial question?" "Certainly X should have," returned Mark Raynor. "Then If I undertake to settle aTJ these little matters, will you consent to our engagement, end show that man the door? I hate putting things so bluntly, but this In no time to mince matters." There was a moment's pause, and then Mr. Raynor stretched out his band to
GIRLS. Belle So you sad Charlie ar going I b married? - Nelll Who , told ' you I'd accepted him?".."' -:. Bell Nobody, But I knew he was going to propose.
ABE WE DOWNBEABTED? "I tell you. sir." said the alarmist, this country Is doomed. slr-Tdoomed -Is this the same old doom or a praad aew one?" asked the optimist. . 0. E. D. ' Smith and Jones are great cbuma aren't they?" -Yea. You see. ' Smltfa'e wlf natee Jones, and Jones' wife can't ever Smith."
A FEW SURVIVE.
-What's this survival of tbe fittest?" "If s this way. Seme women . est
"God bless you. Ronald!" he said. "My through tbe Winter la aolte at thai tdtOd could aot have a better husband." psek-a-boo clothes." t
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