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I hwiosii CHAPTER IW. " ' Captain Wynyard secured an introduction to Lady Rooden and her daughter, and, remembering what Mr. Ashton had paid, that the man who won her ladyship would be the one who flattered her most, tie fashioned his conduct on this intimatiom He allowed her to see very plainly his admiration of her beauty, his astonishment that she should have a daughter so tall and well grown, and he spoke more freely on the point than most people would. Sir Charles Rooden, iii his great love for his wife, had not been able to discern a single fault in her. Captain Wynyard had not talked to her for half an ihour before he understood her character perfectly, and knew that selfishness and .vanity formed no small part of it. Angela, generally quick in reading character, might have spent a life-time with her another, and yet never have detected what Captain Wynyard had read in half an (hour. , Lady Rooden was distressed that Angela did not like him. , She never appeared to enjoy his society, and always seemc# anxious to escape from the room. When he tried to draw her into conversation she would make him only the very briefest of replies. Her mother could not understand this method of treating one twhom she considered the most charming of men. Her wonder was that Angela was not delighted with him and eager for his society, but then sho consoled herself by remembering that her daughter was not like other girls. 'Rhus matters went on for some time, Angela herself being the last to perceive [ what was about to happen. It was plain enough to the rest of the world that Vance Wynyard was doing his best to win the rich young widow; but Angela, who aTways thought of her mother as one with • the father she had lost, never for one moment allowed such an idea to enter her kChl. on? or understood less than she to whom it was of such vital importance. Among the invitations which Lady Rooden and her lovely young daughter received was one to a garden party given by Lady Avon at her beautiful villa at Richmond, the grounds of which sloped down to the River Thames. The party was one of the most successful of the season. The guests were the creme de la creme of London society, and the weather was most propitious. Lady Rooden looked more beautiful than ever in a dress of palest blue velvet, elegantly trimmed with white lilac. Angela wore a dress that suited her slender, girlish beauty well —white, with a profusion of rich carnations—a most effective costume. Wherever between the trees the blue velvet and white lilac gleamed, there was to be seen also a small gathering of ardent worshipers; but Angela's happiness was unclouded until she saw Captain Wynyard, with a smile on his handsome face, take his place by her mother's side, when a feeling of uneasiness possessed her which she could not shake off. As Lady Avon and her young guest were strolling through the grounds, Angela's eyes were riveted on the face—darkly beautiful, yet with a shadow on it—of a young girl coming toward them. “Who is that?” she asked, in a quick, low voice, of Lady Avon. “That is Gladys Rane,” was the reply. Was it her fancy? She could not tell, but it seemed to Angela that a curious expression passed over Lady Avon’s face. It must have been fancy, for, when she looked again, the strange expression was gone. In a few well-chosen words Lady Avon introduced the two who were to cross each other’s lives so strangely. When the dark eyes of Gladys Rane rested on Angela, something flashed into their depths, something that was like hate and .despair. Miss Rooden asked herself if ibis was fancy also. It must have been ■ aucy. f w the next time she looted, Gladys Rane was regarding her with smiling eyes and lips. Later on in the afternoon Angela found Si cool quiet nook where she hoped she would be able to muse alone; it held a small wooden seat and was hidden by a slump of alder-trees. She sat down to rest and to enjoy the quiet her shady retreat offered. Not many minutes had passed before she became conscious tha-t she was not alone—that some one was sobbing in deep distress, and some one else administering consolation. “You know my heart is not in it,” a man’s voice said—“you know that I hate it; but what can we do? I cannot help myself.” “I cannot bear it,” replied a trembling voice. “She is so beautiful, I am sure that you will love her in time.” “I never shall. I love you, and you only; but in our case love and marriage cannot go together. Marriage would mean ruin to both of us.” Then Angela, unwilling to be even an accidental listener, rose from her seat and hastened away. She had no idea who the speakers were; but half an hour later she saw Gladys Rane with Captain Wynyard, and a Bidden suspicion darted through her mind that the conversation she had overheard had taken place between them. It was but a suspicion; yet it was strange how deep a root it took at once in her mind. She saw them together again, and, from the expression on Miss Rane’s face, she felt sure that, whatever the Captain’s sentiments might be, the whole love of the girl’s heart was given to him. Late that evening Lady Rooden and

Angela were seated in her ladyship's cozy d reasiqg-rooa, M d i smissing tJm e v(n ($, o £ the day. They hmldonned their dressinggowus, and their hair-was flowing loosely over their shoulders. “You have beautiful hair, Angel,” she sa.iit, caressingly. “I admire its natural ripple very much; no art could'imffMc it.” “I saw a girl this afternoon with hair just like mine,” angela remarked, “Did you?” questioned Lady Rooden. Angela's face brightened suddenly. “Mamma,” she cried, “you often say that I do not see much of what passes around me, but I did take notes this afternoon. The lady whose hair resembles mine is named Gladys Rane. She is a perfect brunette, surpassingly beautiful, >and I found out something about her.” “Did you, Angel?” asked Lady Rooden, with a careless smile. “Pray, what was it? “She loves Captain Wynyard, and ho seems to be in love with her,” replied Angela, promptly. “And I found it out in this way, mamma. When they spoke to each other, their voices had quite a tender ring, and there was a something in* both faces that betrayed their love. You seo, mamma, I am improving in social note-taking. A month ago I should not have found that out.” There was no smile on Lady Rooden’s face now; it had grown pale, and a shad ow had crept into her blue eyes. “I do not believe it,” sho said sharply. “Who is this Gladys Rane?” “She is the niece and reputed heiress of nady Kinloch," replied Angela; “and sho is a fashionable beauty besides.” A sweet flood of jealousy seemed to course through Lady Rooden’s heart. She gasped for breath, her lips trembled, and her face quivered with passionate pain. Could it be possible that Angela was right, and that, after all, Captain Wyni yard loved Gladys Rane? bhe had believed most earnestly that it was herself whom he loved, and no other. Angela’s words now fell upon her with painful sudden ness. “I shall ask him to-morrow," she mentally decided, “if it be true about Gladys Rane,” and she owned to herself that If It were true, fife would huhl nothimr more for her. It was noon next day when the ex-Cap-tain Called; it was an early visit, but he wanted to persuade Lady Rooden to go to a flower show. He made many apologies for his early call, but he could not help seeing that it was welcome enough to Lady Rooden. I heard some news about yon last evening," said Lady Rooden. with a bright smile a loveless smile she tried to make it, but he was clever enough to see beneath the surface. “News of me?” he questioned. “I should hardly have thought there was any news left to be told. I should think more stories have been told of me than of any other man in London." “The cost of popularity!” she remarked. “The news I heard surprised me jus a little.” “What was it. Lady Rooden?" he asked calmly. ‘I heard last evening for the first time of your great admiration for a beautiful woman named Gladys Rane. Is it true?" Now was his opportunity here was the chance he had waited for. He must not lose it. “It is perfectly true,” ho replied, “that I both admire and love the most beautiful woman in the world; but the lady I love is not named Gladys Rane." Lady Rooden’s face flushed, and. her eyes drooped before his glance. She knew now what was coming; the very desire of her heart was attained. “The lady I love is far above me. Sho is lovely beyond compare. She has every gift and every grace. In my eyes she is a queen and I am her most loyal knight. The name of this most sweet and gracious lady is Laura Rooden." Her ladyship dropped her face up.m her hands; the victory was won. CHAPTER IV. Lady* Rooden sat that same evening in her boudoir, a brooding, tender >m:lc on her face, a love-light shining in ' ■ ey.-s. She had 1 gained bvrjiec.. r? l<-'"•Kyhe was going to marry the man she loved with such deep, passionate love. “Gome and chat with me, Angela,” she «nid. “I do not want the lamps lighted yet; this soft gloaming is the fairest light of all. How sweet the air is! Oh, Angel, I am so happy! I am so happy that words fail me.” The girl drew a footstool near her mother, and sat down at her feet. “I am so happy, Angel,” repeated her ladyship, “that words fail me.’’, Angela looked up, her face bright with smiles. “I know why, mamma,” she said. “This beautiful night has made you think of the Abbey, and that has brought papa to your mind. I always think of him on these lovely nights.” If she had suddenly dashed cold water into her mother’s face, her ladyship.could not have started more violently. The words came to her like a staggering blow. She remained silent. Iler task was rer dered doubly’ hard nov^, and she moved uneasily. She laid her white, gemmed hands on her daughter's hair. “Your papa’s memory’ is sacred to me always, Angel,” said her ladyship; and the girl looked up in wonder, noting the constraint in her mother’s voice. “But it i was not of him I was thinking just then, but of some one whom I hope you will learn to love as muclj as you did him.” i “That could never be, mamma,” return- ■ ed Angela. “You are jesting; for you । know I could never love any one one-hun-dredth part as much as I loved papa, in I life or in death.”

Lady Rooden’s lips grow stiffer an* colder as she continued: “Let me tell you In few words, Angel. I love with all my heart, and I have promised to marry, Captain Wynyard.” A dead silence seemed to fall over the room, a terrible chill silence that was broken only’ by a passionate cry from Angel—a cry so full of anguish and despair that Lady Rooden’s heart was touched 'by it. It cannot bo true,” the girl gasped; “it is not true! Oh, mother darling, 1 would rather die than believe it.” “It is true, Angel, and it makes me happier than words can tell.” VUg^cry even more despairing than K' r l slipped from her mother s armintyJfell to the ground. Deep^ passionait*s t] ie slender figure* it was a ■ l| ^afthat seized the girl and - <l.lll T n ?? T , „ Team^taSi At last Lady Lo<. Dave’s Carpet Servl “Oh, Angel, do not r son Painting 9-3, TH will break my heart. 7-5, Brad’s M, Amen that lam still young -ft. Sln ^, e ^ ose thirty-five and every p? , , , , • ' Stocktons Pro look quite ten years younger tnau j_ 9 the prospect of a long life before me; aAJO. if I find some one who loves me, and who g will make the remainder of my bf^ pap- & pier than it is, why should I not mai^kT again, if I choose?” -Mt "”*T Sho started babk the’ next momeui In ’ real alarm, for Angela had sprung fro*—* tho ground, and stood before her flashing eves and f "Why s-h yoti JK r : . she cried. “Oh. m r^T^Kanyiiu ask such a question?^ Shirley* fathcr’g ' wife!” h 202. Jan ; “1 am your fathe. 0 * Angel,” . corrected Lady Roodetf Withering scorn 11 the i rJw? ish eyes. - I “There is no difference!'’ she cried. “You told me yourself that my father had but gone before you. You said he would love us just the same. You told me that the boundaries which separated us were very narrow. You told mo that ? love, true love, began in time and lived in eternity. Oh, mother, niotl&r,” sh« continued, wildly, "what will you say to my father when you meet hiny as another man’s wife? It is horrible to think of!” "You speak too strongly. Angel,” said Lady Rooden, in a trembling voice. "Yon could not expect that I should live all the rest, of my life alone.” “You are not alone, mamma; you have m<' with you." “But you will marry some day. Angel. “We need never bo parted, mamun, darling.” “That is all nonsense, Angel. Yon must marr.'. ju«t as other girls do. Be reasonable, my dear, and we shall all be happy. 1 am sure that in time you will learn Io like Capuiin Wynyard." The name gave a new turn to Angda*. thoughts. Hitherto lie bad realized lu/ttg iug but the horror of the fact that lief mother cared for another man; now, es । remembered who that man himself v aj, j how from the first Gio had always m4* ! trusted nnddi' ’:k >1 i m. She .ink up® the ground nt hi r mother's feet. . “Oh. nv-th» r ' I ■ sobbed, "it L like hideous dream to me that v-u are geinJ to put the men I dislike Mwe all others 111 Wl ! -uk I "Hush, Angel mm are going too far!” said Lady Room n. "You forget that 1 love him." “Love him! Oh, im ther. how can yo® love one who is ignoble, who has nothing but a handsome face and even that is j spoiled by a selfish am! < : .id expression! Mother!” Angela appealed, “forgot him; give up al! thoughts of this marriage. Ixt ns leave England and go back to the dreamy old Italian cities, and be happy |as we were before. 1 will love you and take care of you I will li v< with you al- ’ ways, and never have you. 1 will do anything to save you from the hands of a man whom I dread and mistrust." Lady Rooden n is touched by the passionate appeal, by the misery of the beautiful young face and th. pain in the entreating voice. "My dearest Angela. 1 do not want to be what you call ’saved.’ I love Vance Wynyard, and 1 wish to marry him.” "Mother," she urged, earnestly, “1 am certain that ho lows Gladys Rane. I saw love in his face when he looked at her.” “And 1, my dear Angel, am equally sure he dm s not. 1 asked him, and he told me so. He denied it most positively. He has been the sp fled darling of London society fur many years, and 1 am, he assured me, the first woman he has ever loved. You must not say 'hat Captain Wynyard loves Gladys Rane, and you must not say that lie does not 1 re me, or that ho is going to marry me for my money. I will not hear : or tolerate any such disgraceful charges. If you wish to please me, you will learn । to love and respect the man I am going to marry. Good-night, -Angel. Yyu hail better leave me. You will be calmer tomorrow.” "Yes,” returned Anc’l;; “I shall bu calmer; but 1 shall never be la. y i To-night I have lost all that is best a; ; brightest in my life; to-night my hop./ and happiness have died.” “You will lie wiser to-morrow. Angel,” said Lady Rooden, coolly. “Now, say 1 ‘Good ulght.’ ” (.To be c intinv.ojlT A Rural < ourt Scene. A couple applied to a rural justice of the peace for total divorce. The justice ’ talied the baliff aside and asked in a whisper: “Wbat'.s the law on that p'int?” "You can't do it," replied the bailiff, "it don't come under yer jurisdiction.” "We’re willin’ ter pay cash fer it,” said the husband, not understanding I the nature of the consolation. “I’ve got s । the money in this here stockin’.” The justice looked grave. Then, gd- ' ! justing his speetables, and addressing ‘ i the man, said: . k “You kimwed 'fore you come here । ' thht ’twarn’t fer me ter separate hus- , ! ban’ an’ wife, an’ yit you not only take . ; up the time er this here valuable court with yer talkin', but ackehully perpose I j ter bribe me with money. Now, how 1 i much has you got in that stockin’?’’ I “ ’Bout six dollars an’ a half, ver ; ’ honor.” 4 | “All right, then. I fine you five dolt j lars for bribery, an' a dollar an’ a half . fer takin’ up my time with a case what 1 my jurisdiction is out of, .IT may the Lord have mercy on yer sobls!’’-Lciii- - cago Times-Herald. * Os the leading dialects, 937 are spokj en in Asia, 587 in Erope, 27G in Africa and 1,624 in America.

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GIRLS' POCKETS. A OCKETS galore are to characterize the fashionable girl's costume in the near future, the ^Mvement in that utilitarian direction UKV'ng already begun. Some idea of ' extent and character of the reform 9, Chamber «r at i ie red from a description of game Sherry dm mg the past Week, ■dividual high aily. r " ewntly [Vt rich’. russet-brown WQn Scarbl*’ l m stltcheil With black. It f'of the conventional cut—full skirt, < double-breasted co it, and the daintiest of white coland a smart black tie. In itself, ^ioweVPr, the suit, would not have at^racted notice hid It not been for Its ^Jfwen distinct pockets, visible to ev-passer-by. Four pockets was the t generous allowance meted out to the fekirt. There were two large length-. i KLEVEX rOCKETS TO ONE COSTUME, wise pocke s, one at ea< a side, near the back. Near the front, and just beluw the bottom of the co.it. were two I mbre, medium-sized ones. The remain- [ Hng seven pockets fell to the share lof the e-at. Besides : ; • ordinary hip ^■rki'ts, vl ere were two breas’ pock»ts, a l»mu:h’w!se pock t on the rightband si le provided for the comfortable slowing away ^f manuscripts, or packages of similar bulk. On the left side, near the valst. a tiny lengthwise pocket offerc 1 a convenient place of security for ear tickets. The remaining pocket was placed on the 1 "oad left lapel ami might serve to hold eh' -’r the handkerchief or some small affair without overmuch weight. • Sleeveless* Jncket*. A new kind of jacket has the novel feature of being sleeveless. Chic enough for evi n a Frencli woman, it will doubtless satisfy the most ardent seeker after something radical in costume. An exceedingly stylish specimen of the new mode is made of gray camels’ hair, and trimmed with sable tails and eordings of green satin. The coat Is so slort that It does not even’ reach to the waist line. It hangs loose , and full, both in the back and front. In the back it forms a watteau plait, and in the front it turns back in revers and then falls in two box plaits. The revers are bound with a cording of the [ green satin, and so is the high Medici collar. Epaulettes of the loosely plaited camels’ hair showing plainly their ; eilk lining form the substitute Tor the sleeves. Near the shoulders are caught A 1 LATEST JACKET 13 SLEEVELESS, two or three sable tails, and a cluster of them dangle from the high collar at i the back. Green jchiffon matching the i lining of the jacket is tied about the i neck, fastening in front in a careless ’ bow. Young Women Kill Themselves. Statistical tables yield curious information to the careful student. For in- ! stance, they show that over one-third of the women who kill themselves are not yet 25 years of age. They show that women take poison, where men shoot themselves, and they show that <he poor, sick and the infirm are not by any kind of reckoning in the majority. A physician who makes a sQidy of cases of cases of attempted suicide said this: “Get a girl past 25 and she’ll go through poverty, sickness and desertion and misery enough to kill ten men.. The more people suffer the more they cling to life. I’ve seen It in hospitals. Lt Is not the patients wit} incurable

diseases or the hopeless cripples who beg to die, but the young, strong, vital woman, who hates pain and doesn’t want to suffer it, even for the chance of getting well.” Another physician told of a girl who committed suicide, and who left a note stating that her reason was that she was tired of doing the same things over and over every day. The monotony of life had become un< bea’able to her. Recent Inventions of Women. A bicycle skirt. Nonreliilablo bottle. An improved dustpan. Improved window sash. An unproved medicine glass.

An adjustable quilting frame. Fastener for bottles, jugs, etc. An Improved rtuplex Abdominal supporter and bandage. An improved self-heating sad iron. A telescopic-shaped miner's lantern. An improved device to aid the hearing. A table implement for holding green corn. A protecting pocket or screen for ranges. An ingenious machine for hanging wall paper. A device for supporting flexible gas pipes or tubes. A shoe upper .made of one piece of material and joined by one seam only. An improved refrigerator wherein the shelves rev olve, giving ready access to the contents. Girl Drummer on tlie Coast. Almost anywhere east of the Mississippi Valley the girl drummer has come to be regarded as a fact, but in the vast region west she is as yet a rarity. 'I hlsjs especially true of California, and .Miss Glenn Byrne, a hustling girl from New York, is glad that sin' is a novelty there. She travels for a house that deals in women’s readymade gowns, and since her arrival In the Golden Slate she has been doing a tine business. Miss Byrne Is a slim little girl, not particularly good-look-ing, but with an attractive manner. Os ■ course all drummers—even the men—are voluble talkers. According to all accounts this young woman fully sustains the general reputation. “How did you happen to go into this business?" she was asked. “That is easily answered. I took it . up because I saw that there was a fuGLENN BYRNE. lure in it for me. It is one of the few professions that are not overcrowded with women. I love the life lam lea'ding the very uncertainty of it keeps me constantly in a state of pleasurable [•excitement. No, I don’t call myself a new woman at all. I fail to see why a girl cannot be just as feminine in my business as though she knitted tidies ■ for a living.” — Revival of Knitting. One of the fads which are at present hovering on the brink of general adoption is that of knitting. The pastime of our grandmothers was quite the rage at Newport last season. The swell girls went around with bags of yarn on their arms, and knitted themselves and their admirers golf, bicycle and tennis stickings, as well as traveling bags and umbrella covers. At present stockings are what the fashionable girl devotes most -of her attention to. The swell young man has bicycle stockings knitted for him by his fair admirers now. He no longer has to buy them. AH he does is to pick out the color yarn be wants, and one of his girl friends converts it into stockings. WedjlinK Hints, Only maids should wear white; widi ows are to be dressed in gray or mauve, a bonnet, too, is considered best form for a widow. It has become very fashionable to have odd days to be married on, such as Monday or Saturday, an unheard-of j thing’a few yehrs ago, when Wednes- ; day or Thursday was the day invaria- [ bly chosen. [ A very pretty fashion is to have loose [ bunches of the prevailing flower fastI ened to the top of the pew’s end in the ' church; not every one, but at careless i intervals, and the effect is very striki Ing. The bride-to-be. or some near friend । if she can't get through with so many, writes a note of thanks for each gift, the sooner the better, and it is usual to introduce the groom’s name in some way and write them in the plural number. A very pretty idea is the one in vogue for the last few years of having the marriage certificate bound in white kid, . with a number of vacant pages appended for each guest to sign his name. It makes a very interesting thing to have and to hand down.

FRENCH JUVENILE LITERATURE. It Ta Prim to the Extreme of In«l---piility, According to Mme. Blanc. Literature in our country, not having as its aim either instruction or amusement, but the production of works of art, is forbidden to French children. I except fairy-tales. Perrault has written masterpieces; Mme. d’Aulnoy and l others have followed him; the fairies of other countries may have been more poetic, but they have never been as witty as the French. Leaving fairy-tales aside, children were obliged for a long time to be satisfied with the very slight collection bequeathed by Berguln, Bouilly, Mme. de Genlis, those clever people who know how to coat a moral lesson with a thin layer of pictures, as bitter pills are coated with sugar. In fact, this is the French parents’ very ideal in the matter of story-books, and to please them the lesson must not be too well coated, or hard to find, for the spirit of investi-

gation is not encouraged in young readers. During the past twenty years, however, the meager library at their disposal bns grown woun, rf„n y .. celebra^gd pens have contributed toward it; vs o’' need but mention Jules Verne, whose scientific fairy-tales have, alas! almost completely dethroned those that appealed to the imagination alone. But neither in his books, nor in .those of any of his competitors, will you ever find what both English and American writers currently permit themselves to do, namely, to arraign a relative, as, for Instance, the wicked uncle in “Kidnapped,l’ oi’ to make teachers hateful, or merely ridiculous, as is the case in Dickens’ works. This would be an outrage upon the respect duo them in the aggregate. For this reason translations are nearly always expurgated. The friendly adoption of poor Laurie by the four girls in “Little Women" would be considered very unseemly. Yet, for all that, the/ were good little New England girls. T. B. Aldrich’s “Story of a Bad Boy" was deprived of one of its prettiest chapters, the one about his childish love for a big girl. “It is useless,” they say, “to draw attention to that kind of danger.” Authors and editors are often greatly perplexed before this severe tribunal of French parents. The difference between the books children are allowed to read in France and those sought by their elders, the contrast between the tasteless pap on one side and the infernal spiciness on the other, must greatly astonish both English and American readers, who nearly all accept the same literary diet, young and old, parents and children.—Century. When a French Baby Is Born. The birth of a new citizen in Francs it once gives rise to countless formalizes, and an' avalanche of legal scribMings, which would teach him, could he but understand, that his country is par excellence the home of legal ceremony and administration. Within tha first twenty-four hours notice of the birth must be sent to the mayor's office (there is such an office in every village In France), so that the official physician may call and make the necessary legal statement. I suppose he wants to convince himself that the declaration already made was correct, and that tha family, when it announced the birth of a girl, was not trying to screen a future toldier from his compulsory service. Then the father, accompanied by two witnesses, goes to fill out the birth certificate, and give his child its* legitimate, documented position, to which he or she.will be obliged to have recourse !n all the great, and frequently in the minor, circumstances of life, from one end of it to the other. Without it the child could not enter a school, nor draw lots on entering tlie.army, nor get married, nor be buried. The least mistake of form would have most serious consequences; the baptismal names declared must always be placed in the same order on all future deeds. These ire usually saints’ names. I recall the amusing anger of a young American father of my acquaintance, who wished to give his son born in Paris the name of the great sailor Duquesne, in lemembrance of the avenue where the baby had seen the light of day, and in addition the family name of one of his friends, which no Frenchman could pronounce. All this seemed so shocking and Incongruous to the registrar that the certificate was made out only after an interminable discussion.—Century. He Was Game. My sister and I taught school one winter in adjoining districts In Brown County, Kansas, close to the reservation of the Kickapoo Indians. One member of the tribe, old Joe, a shiftless, good-natured fellow, was a frequent visitor at farm houses in the neighborhood, where he used every means at his command, except work, to secure the gratification of his fondness for.civilized cookery. He was taken in to dinner one day by a kind-hearted farmer at the hotel of the little country town. Joe noticed there, among other things, that tha men all made free with the pepper sauce bottle. At the first opportunity he helped himself to a liberal portion, and took a spoonful of the mixture. Instantly clapping his hand over his burning mouth he sat for a little time / with tears running down his face. As I soon as be could catch his breath ba > exclaimed: "Heap good!” Right of Suffrage. Persons born on American soil are American citizens, except In the case of untaxed Indians and certain classes of aliens who are not permitted to be- 4 come citizens. The failure of the parent to become a naturalized citizen does not Impair the rights of the child acquired by birth within the territory of the United States. Men who are in business as partners, are as sure to quarrel as man and wif^