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, CHAPTER XVIII The End of the Rainbow. Anp came Into Chicago armed with a brave) determination to make the best of things, but she expected the worst, for Peter’s panegyrics had not shaken her belief that the United States had but one city, which, In daring all for love, she had left behind her. No pioneer wife adventuring into the prairie wilderness was more sternly courageous. The bride and groom spent the last night of their Journey in Detroit, and arrived In Chicago at sunset of a clear September afternoon. x They had been running through rusty woods where pale cream-colored sandhills thrust their stark crests through brownish undergrowth; It was, Ann thought, too strange to be beautiful, and yet she looked out of her window eagerly. Suddenly the train burst from enveloping trees, and ran along the shore of Lake Michigan. It lay on the rlght-hund side of the railroad, vast and blue and unfathomable; Its waters stretched to the farthest horizon. yet lapi>ed the low embankment where the tracks were laid. In no time at all. Peter was urging Ann to look at the other side, where scattered buildings testified -to the beginnings of the town, and presently the train roared on to a treatle. while she looked, and gasped. To her right was the lake, already familiar to her; to her. left there lay another sheet of witter; a little lagoon, which stretched from the high embankment over which the railroad ran, to a distant street. On the street beyond, dignified houses with fronts of yellowish limestone stood singly, surrounded by trees. J . All day long the sky had been poignantly blue, with great clouds like continents adventuring over Its trackless expanse, bur at sundown this pellucid quality was clouded by an Impalpable dust. The sun set royally, in banks of fire-edged cloud ; the whole w.-st was flushed to orange and rose. The car was filled with colored light, that turned all white things pink— Ann’s handkerchief a\ul Peter’s formidable collar, Kith high points which dug Into bls chreks. "See Ann cried Involuntarily, "It Is high tide:’’ They laughed together over her mistake. and pointed out to each other sails on the blue expanse* As they watched. the clouds on the eastern horizon took on an enchanting rosecolored reflection, and the tops of the amiable waves mirrored it, although their depths remained deeply blue, ”But It* is very elegant. Peter,” Ann said in a low voice. She hud not expected to find anything so metropolitan In the new city of but one hundred fifty thousand inhabitants. “Isn’t It?” He was frankly triumphant. “Perhaps we’ll live there some day. Just be patient, Ann. I'll work. You've never seen anything like the way I’ll work.” “We'll work together." Ann declared stoutly. Indeed, she wanted no better fate. There was time before supper tor a brief survey of the environs of the hotel, so Ann and Peter left their bags and walked aimlessly about in rhe rich light, over echoing wooden sidewalks, and up and down innumerable little flights of steps built to accommodate rhe uneven grades of the streets. They went Into a small park across from their hotel, and found a

bench with a good view of the late* afternoon driving which animated Michigan avenue. Ladies with bouffaut skirts leaned elegantly back In comfortable family mckaways; their horses were humanely draped with fly nets. and the hired men who drove them lolled at ease upon the front seats. Gentlemen whose sporting equipment reminded Ann of Mr. Rentailed horses to high buggies with great canopy tops folded behind. or rode briskly down the street on horseback, In long, light checked trousers, high hats and dark mats, exactly as they did in New York. Ann was amazed. “I wish Fanny could see thia!" she exclaimed, from time to time. After supper Peter suggested the play at McVicker’s theater, but Ann begged to go instead to Colonel Wood’s museum, where a transparency strung across the street advertising, and picturing, the largest woman in the world, had piqued her curiosity. They went, and gaped at her satisfactorily. What did Ann, In her slim youthfulness, have in common with a lady weighing an alleged nine hundred pounds? When she stood before her the contrast plquantly doubled the phenomenon’s size. The bride and groom wandered happily among the curios and freaks, and Ann wondered that such perfect comradeship could exist Her eyes shone with happiness, and her gaiety bubbled up Irrepressibly. At breakfast the next morning she looked across the table at Peter, as he finished off his last buckwheat cake. "Do hurry," she said Impatiently. "What for?" “Why. Peter. I haven’t seen your shop yet ’” Peter’s happy face clouded. “There’s time enough for that.” he said. “You bad better let me get it fixed up before ydp come.” All Ann’s morning radiance fled. “Fixed upF she echoed. "Arent we partners?” * Peter filed at her tragic tone, and

patted her hand surreptitiously. “Os. course we are," he murmured consolingly. “I’ll make the money and you can spend 1L That’s a partnership, Isn’t itr At this the bride’s eyes filled xvlth foolish tears, and Peter looked at her, In chopfallen alarm. “If. you feel like that," he said hastily, “of course we’ll go. We’ll go right now.’’ “I’m—Fm, silly, I know'.” Ann sat blinking rapidly to get rid of her tears, fearful of fellow-breakfasters’ interest in them. She smiled mistily. She had won her point, but, although she said nothing further, a slight feeling of; soreness remained. 'When they arrived I at the shop, however, she understood Peter’s reluctance, for they had left the genteel neighborhood long before they came to it. The streets In that quarter were in bad condition; Ann's new boots, and even the white stockings above them, were well plastered with mud. while on the corner was an abandoned wagon with the sign “No bottom here’’ humorously hung from Its half submerged body. “Peter —how shocking! I think It Is very shiftless not to put down pavements." “Uan’t do everything all at once." her husband responded cheerfully, as he eased his key Into a eusty lock. Ann was secretly aghast at the mean appearance of Peter’s heralded place of business. Inside, three years’ accumulation of dust lay on the small forge and the workbench, and cobwebs draped the dirty windows. Peter showed his wife a rough little model which stood on the table. “Know what that is?” She shook her head; somehow she found It Impossible to speak. “It’s an Improvement on the reaper machine. I held off enlisting for two months to finish It. When I had U done I carried It over to Cyrtis McCormick." Peter laughed grimly. "He told me they’d already perfected that Idea, and he took me out into the works and showed it to me in the making.” "How outrageous! Couldn’t you sue him. or something?” * Peter laughed indulgently. In a bride this ignorance was charming.

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He Kissed Ann Delightedly Amid the Confusion of His Little Shop. and he, kissed Ann delightedly, amid the confusion of ids little shop. It quickly became evident that Peter’s small capital could not long stand the strahi of hotel life, and he suggested that possibly they would better board for a while. “It would give us time to look around.” he said hopefully. Ann was. however, horrified at the Idea. "I should hate boarding,” she said. “Nothing to do all day. and really, Peter, it Isn’t very genteel." After some seatjeh- they rented a small frame cottage near the most desirable marble front district, on the west side of the city. Settling proved pure Joy. Peter was a miracle of efficient energy. He painted woodwork and floors with a speed which so fascinated Ann that she could only* stand and watch him. Three meals a day were the only drawbacks to all this exciting happiness. Ann found that she was very stupid, about things like keeping up the kitchen fire, and remembering to put potatoes on to boil; she could not seem to consider them important, and yet Peter evidently did. At first he did most of the serious cooking hlmself. while his wife looked' on, and offered hln knives and spobns at the wrong moment. It was all delightfully amusing, but she had a nervous suspicion that later something more exacting would be demanded of her. They s;>ent one glorious afternoon in the shops, selecting the simple necessaries for their housekeeping. They chose a shite china set. with a hair line of gold on the edge, and they priced rosewood parlor suites exhaustively-. before they gave up the idea of one as hopelessly beyond their means. They bought a square of flowered carpet, however, to lay over the cloth, a walnut whatnot on which tb arrange bric-a-brac, when they should have any, and they really plunged on a butternut bedroom set. Ann had

THE “DARK STAGE” IS CONFUSING

Actor* Frequently Are Befuddled When Light* Are Shut Off at End of Scene*. In an American quick-fire play there occurred one rapid change of scene which made It impossible to fix the scenery in position. Portions of IL therefore, were held up by concealed stage bands. Miss Lord had to rush onto the darkened stage just as -her stage husband was committing suicide and utter a piercing shriek. On the night in question she mis took her bearings in the darkness, and gave her shriek in the wrong spot It happened to be right In the ear of one of the stage irnnds holding up a piece of scenery. He promptly responded to her shriek with another, and fell over one way. while his scenery fell over the other. Then the shrieks became genera L Somewhat reminiscent this, of an-

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secretly hoped for a piano, but as Peter had apparently never considered such an extravagance, she said nothing about iL The mysteries of economical housekeeping staggered her; she seemed to have learned nothing during the years in which she had charge of her guardian’s house, and she wondered at the smugness with which she had assumed that telling an efficient cook what they would eat three times a day was all there was to it. When the cottage was finally equipped, and Ann had demonstrated that she.was the equal of any coal stove, the two young people faced the Solemn fact that their honeymoon was ended. That night before Peter went back to bis shop they had a final celebration. It was late when , they came out "of the theater. A mist almost heavy enough to be called a rain bad drifted Into the town from the swampy prairies to the west, and Ann delayed to turn up her silken skirts, in spite of the fact that Peter Impatiently pressed her to make haste lest they miss the car. He hurried her off, ominously silent while she chattered of the play, and when they rounded the corner the street-car had indeed start ed* It was perhaps a block away from them, and the homeward-bound horses were making good time through the empty streets. Peter ran savagely I after it, and might have overtaken it. • had not Ann proved unequal to the I pace. He ran "on for a few yards ; after she dropped behind, and then ; abandoned the chase. He stood wait- ■ ing for her to overtake him. “D —n I” he said loudly. “You’ve made me miss the car.’’ Ann looked at him openmouthed. He spoke as though no tie of affection bound them, as though he could hate her, his wife. “Always late, Xvomen,” he scolded. “There won’t be another car for an hour, this time of night." “Could I know that?” Ann demanded. plucking up some of her spirit, and facing him' defiantly. “Why couldn't you hurry? Here I have to go to work early tomorrow morning. . . . Where you going?" “I shall walk.” Her voice was infinitely frigid. “You’ll do nothing of the sort. This mist—-it’s going to rain. . . . Annie! Stop, I tell you!” — “Take your hand off me!” She shook Peter off, and stalked away from him; she walked on rapidly, alene in the dark streets, thinking bitterly that it was for this sb' had left her guardian. Subconsciously she listened for Peter’s footsteps, but she heard no ’sound, and concluded that he had let her go without him. In a few moments there came a great rattling, and a clatter of a horsecoming toward her over the rough pavement. A carriage swung furiously to the curb, and she swerved nervously away as a man burst from its dark interior, but at ohce she knew it was Peter, He selzeo her roughly, and drew her. unresisting, Into the musty privacy of the hack. He? kissed her wet face tempestuously. “Annie! Don’t cry. I’ve got such a devil'of a temper! I’m 'W’-ry sob like that! I never know f say when I’m angry! It was aX. [ MJ fault. Annie, kiss me!" She kissed him. her frozen anger melted by the fire of his contrition, and in reconciliation she found a new stimulation to love. ... It was late when she went to sleep. . . . Long after Peter was deep In slumber, she lay, very still and wide-eyed in the dark, thinking things over. She bore no rancor; her forgiveness was complete, hut she recognized something in her life, with which she must reckon. . . . Peter’s temper; .. . Presently she slipped one finger into the -loose circle of her sleeping husband’s band, and yet the touch did not. entirely reassure her. In the morning Peter was all sunny, good humor. He went off to work reluctantly, and yet she knew that he was eager to start again. For the first few weeks Ann was completely absorbed in her housework. Ln a month she had learned to have the essentials of a simple meal all ready at the same time, but she nevqr became more than a fair cook. She worked all dhy. just as Peter did, but often she walked to the shop with him in the morning, and came home laden with packages from the cheaper stores off Halsted street. It was not. It Is true, what she had Imagined her life with Peter would be. on the mornI Ing they had discussed It In Washing- ! ton square, but after two months of marriage Ann felt infinitely removed from the girl she had been. She was all wife; ber life hung oh Peter. The. two laughed at each other like children ; they played foolish games together. and called each other, ridiculous names. In due time Ann’s trank arrived. Her things were Just as she had left them, but thegp was not a word from the Cortlandts. Peter came in for dinner. to find her brooding, and his meal was not ready. He said unkind things of the Cortlandts, while she fried his chops. About her the war reared on, and now Interest centered in the Army of the Tennessee, for the western newspapers printed little of the exploits of the Army of the Potomaq. Often

other story In which an actor loot his bearings on a darkened stage. The sudden darkness was used instead of a curtain at the end of a scene, and when the lights went up again for his call he was discovered bowing to'the back-cloth J ’ < Command of Power Vital. The big, controlling fact in modern life is the command of power. Primitive man had his own muscles. A little later he learned to use wind and current, he began to tame animals, he took to the bad sidetrack of enslaving his own kind. But not till he learned to harness the forces of nature did he win to real earth mastery.—Chicago Journal I consider it the beat part of an education to have been bom and brought up in the country.—Alcott

• Peter, took her to Union- mass meetings. They stood sWafing frack ’Mid forth with the crowd in the Court--House square on the night that George Root’s “Battle Cry of Freedom” was sung for* the first time. - Every ono joined In the chorus, and Ann puj; all the fervor of Her natiire into it, but except fo«* fiery moments like tlKs. the war seemed to her remote. It was dwarfed by- her personal experience. In November she heard from Fanny.., “Dear Ann: “I write this letter to you with gh-n’f apprehension, for my mother has strictly forbidden further lnter?durse between us, and you know mama, Ann. I am just scared to death, but I. cannot get married without telling you about Ur ’•I am to wed my rows in Hendricks on the twentieth day of December, when he is to have, a leave of absence from the Army of the Potomac, for a whole fortnlghL “I am to be wed in your white satin dress, which you left behind you. Tour other fine clothes my uncle, who Is now returned from Europe, direct* shall be sent you, even the black vei-. vet. which surely is more suited to a New York matron than to the wtf<» of a Chicago mechanic. could you so misbehave yourself, Ann, when my uncle had even made your wedding settlements,- and that good young count so qdored you’* My mother says blood will tell, and I suppose she is rigfit, but I hope yon are happy, even with Peter. “With love, “FANNY." Until she knew, her guardian had returned and had made no effort to com municate with her. Ann was not aware of how confidently she had count e l on his doing so. Even the fact thm Mr. Cortlandt’s silence shut her off with her husband, was an inadequate consolation. She could not rouse herself to any interest in Fanny’s mar riage. although she was indignant a» her slighting reference to i’eter. “They still do nbt think you are good enough for*" me," she told him. “It’s laughable,” ■> •' Things had been going better with Peter of late.’ Ann was enormously proud of him, every day that passed burled deeper that remote time when she had been his supeHor. He took Fanny’s' letter and slowly read It. “It’s natural enough, I sup pose," he said, “but things will go hard with me if I don’t- make mooof a success of my life than your Cap tain Renneslyer does of his.” He glanced over the note again, briefly Then he said, “That velvet dress. An nie, why don’t you send it back to het for a wedding present?” It was only the next day she looked out of her front window to See a nation hack come laboring down the street. Ann was sorry for the laboring horses, but her Interest was impersonaf until, unexpectedly, they stopped before her gate, and a sudden premonition turned her white. A hand on the door handle inside the lowered glass had a fttmiliar look, and she could see the sharp lines of a silk liar in the dusk of the interior.. She rushed to the front doo- and flung it wide and there was her guardian in he open gate. He paused at the bottom of the short flight of steps, looking up at her, too agitated to move. The sun was in his eyes/ Ann’s red hair was .like a nimbus about the pear: white of her face. In the Instant that they stood gazing at each, other, their old companionship was re-established without a wofd. She aroused herself and ran down to him; she flung her arms around him and kissed him; she found that she was in tears, but it made no difference. Mr. Cortlandt said. "My dear, to see you again!" She. thought how old he looked, and broken. She tried’to help him up her steep steps, and once inside the house she told Kim how sorry she was that she should have disappointed him. f Mr. Cortlandt hrushed all this away with a brusque gesture. “Never mind that, Ann.” he said. “Are you happy? That Is what I came to Chicago to find out.” Ann clung tightly to his hand. “Now that I have you again, I am,” she assured him. “I can’t tell yon about Peter; you will have to see for yourself. He is just right for me. uncle. Those others —somehow they were all wrong.” - “You are In, love with him, then?" Ann’s wide eyes laughed. .“Yes," she said, ”1 should say I am. lam awfully in love with him. Os course I know he Is only a workman, but there afe plenty of men out here, un dK "ho began like that, and now they are getting on their feet.” "You can bring !Jm back to New York, Ann. I don’t believe I. can live without you. “and I can easily get him something to do.” The radiant joy was swept from Ann’s face. “It’s dreadful hot to go to you when you want me." she said soberly, “but Peter would never donsent. uncle. He'has his own life out here, and it is my life too. You must understand about Peter. He work more than anything In the work! except me. Sometimes I am afraid he loves it more than me. even, but I am proud of him for .it, uncle. Even to be near you, I wouldn’t have bUp leave It.” The look of discouragement and fatigue cleared from Mr. Cortlandt> face. ’ "That Is as It should be, my child.” he said. “Possibly you have been wiser than I could have been for you. You have always been an instinctive creature. ... I shook! have trusted to your instinct In this. ... I hope I shall like your Peter. . . And now put on your hat and we’ll drive down and surprise him at his shop." They drove back along Washington street, which was gay with the crowd going to the races at the new Chicago Driving park. About them the lusty young town sprawled unceremoniously. The trees of the Garden city still held some of their autumn leaves;, the prairie sky above them was a deep unsullied blue; the clean,.wind off the lake had an edge which mad* Mr. Cortlandt glad of his overcoat He turned to look at Ann snuggle*! beside him, clear skinned, calm eyed and keen. She had a look of capacity for experience, and something In het eager acceptance of Use made the old man, too, unafraid. (THS KNDJ

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