City Directory.
municipal officers
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, E. YV. Magness,
Treasurer, O. F. Craig,
Marshal, Walter Pascoe,
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, R. B. Ad
arns. G. O. Magness, C. M. Edwards
-unr] YV. C. Mims.
Council meets first Monday night in
■each month.
CHURCHES
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
to and 7:30 p. m. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. H.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. m.
.Saturday before first Sunday, and
a. m. first Sunday in each month.
Iiev. YV. p. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services first and
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
m. and 7:30 p. m. liev. J. II. McDon
ml, Pastor.
FRATKBNITl BS
Bannelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
third Saturday night. I. Nuckolls,
E- H. ]’.: T. II. Hearing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. & A. M. No. 248
meets second Saturday night. R. K.
-McHenry. W. M.: J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Encampment 1. O. <). K. 42
meets second and fourth Wednesday
flights. 0.0. Moss, C. 1’.; G. L. Fink.
Scribe.
Newark Camp W.O.W. No. 288 meets
8ecnd and fourth Tuesday niglits in
m -Hth. C. J. Magness, C. C.: J. T.
Tharp Clerk
Newark Grove W. C. No. 87 meets
frst and third Tuesday nights. Mrs.
' ■ M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newark Lodge I. O. O. F. No. 233
meets the first and third Wednesday
J- --its. J. W. Stone, N. <1 ; T. M.
I Jarre Ison. Secretary.
Banner ilebekah Lodge No. 17
meets ever;. Saturday afternoon at 3
■ s. T. J. Raney, N. <; Miss
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
In impendence Lodge No. 2.379 K. &
L. : 1L meets first and tnird Monday
oiguts in each month. E. M. Edgar,
hr lector; Zed Grillith, Secretary.
A. A. HENDERSON
Notary Public
Makes a specialty of
Writing and Correcting Deeds.
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A STUDY
FROM LIFE
By LEIGH ATWOOD ;
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(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
It was my first "allowance,” you
see, that was why I thought so much
about it. I know now it is impos
sible to make an allowance do, and
nobody expects it either.
I was only ten pounds short at the
end of the quarter; and, really, 1
hadn't been a bit extravagant, except
perhaps for that lovely jeweled muff
chain. which cost—but there, that
doesn't matter.
Dad scolded me a little, the old
dear, and of course gave me some more
money; but it seemed to me I ought
to save it myself, yet somehow 1
couldn’t.
However, one day all of a sudden 1
had a splendid idea. I would write a
book! It looked so easy and paid so
well, I knew, because Mr. Kingswell,
dad’s friend, wrote books for which
he got heaps of money—thousands of
pounds, somebody told me.
It proved to be very much more trou
ble than you would think. I had read
somewhere that one ought to parse
every word one writes. I didn't see
why. Yet I did it, for of course an
author must expect to put up with
a little inconvenience; though I am
afraid the parsing would have made
dear old Miss Howard shudder, for I
always hated parsing at school.
I soon gave up the idea of writing
a book.
A tale would be quite enough and.
far less bother. So I burnt the
other stuff, parsing and all, and
started on the tale. It was easy to
decide what it should be about. All
the tales I've read have been about
a girl, a man and a wedding. So I
soon got it done. It was rather a
rush to get it copied by post time, but ;
1 managed it and sent it off to the
editor in whose paper I wished it to ;
appear, and then waited for him to
send me the check.
About two days later a big envelope I
came up with my letters and I couldn't !
think what it might be; but when I
opened it I was indeed surprised. It :
was my tale. The editor didn’t
want it.
After breakfast I went into the
library and sat down to read the man
uscript over. 1 picked up the printed
sUp whicn came with it. Marked on
ILULUlilL A^-IUU
THE JODI TOR DIDN'T WANT IT.
it were two or three words about the
tale having "no plot" and being "too
crude.” It was so absurd, because
there was a plot. I know what a plot
is. We studied the olots of Shakes
peare at school. The plot is the tale,
and my tale was about a man who
met a girl and married her.
I was thinking tnis out when Mr.
Kingswell was announced. After he
had shaken hands he went and stood
on the hearthrug with one elbow on
the chimney piece, looking at me at
the writing table surrounded by ail *
my papers.
“Whatever documents have you
there? Are you auditing tile house
hold accounts?” he asked.
“No," I said, “I don’t have anything
to do with the accounts yet; 1 don't
think l could manage them.” lOt
course I couldn’t. Hadn’t I made a
muddle of my own allowance?)
“Ah! Then you are perhaps cal
culating your personal liabilities?
But. no, 1 see you are not dealing with
figures.”
He was laughing, I could tell; but
1 didn’t mind that, some people laugh
so nicely, and I determined to tell him
all about it.
“I am writing a story,” I said, “or
rather 1 have written one, and, would
you believe, the editor I posted it to
has sent it back.’’
“It's a habit 1 am told editors have,”
Mr. Kingswell replied, quite seriously,
though I fancied his eyes were laugh
ing.
"It’s a very silly habit.” I asserted,
"and editors must be very stupid if
they are all like this one. Why he
says there is no plot in my tale;
coui<r anything ne more ridiculous?”
“What is the story? Tell me all
about it,” returned Mr. Kingswell
“and I shall be able to sympathize
more completely.”
So 1 told him briefly, of course, for
there wasn't much to tell, and when
I had finished:
“Indeed. Miss March.” he said, "the
editor must be mistaken. Given a
man and a woman there's bound to
be a tale. But let me read it. Per
haps you haven't worked it out prop
erly. You are inexperienced, you
know.”
I gave him the manuscript and
watched while he sat in dad’s arm
cnair to read it. He is what you
would call a line man, with such
strong shoulders and lovely brown
hair with little tips of gray, like sil
ver dust, on it. I was just thinking
how nice he looked sitting there, and
what a firm nose and mouth he had,
when suddenly he glanced up and
said, abruptly: “So your hero is
young and handsome—a real Apollo.
You admire handsome men?”
“Oh, no,” I said. “I admire strong
men, not that sort at all. But 1
thought it was the usual thing In
books.”
1 didn’t say any more till the whole
of the sheets had been read, ft took
some time, for I scribble awfully when
I try to write fast. And then I asked
him what he thought was the matter
with it. I told him that the editor
said it was too crude, and he agreed.
I was offended, and I expect he
saw it, for he went on as quickly as
possible to explain what he meant.
He said a great deal, but as far as
1 can remember the meaning of it all
was that I had had no experience of
getting engaged and that sort of
thing and that the tale showed this
weakness. He said 1 had much to
learn and before I corrected the story
I ought to try to improve.
Did you ever hear anything so silly?
How could I gain experience in a day
or two? Who was there to help me?
I told Mr. Kingswell what 1 thought
of his idea. Of course it would be
useful, but impracticable.
I always knew lie was a fine chum.
1 had known him for ever so many
years, but I think he was just a trump
for what he suggested. It was that
he should be my lover for a fort
night. so that I might see how a man
would act if he loved somebody.
Since he didn’t mind the trouble, 1
was of course perfectly willing, and
soon after we had arranged it he left.
But no sooner had Mr. Kingswell
gone than 1 began to feel wretched.
It was about his last book. I read
it. There was such a nice girl in it,
about like me I should think. I won
dered if she pretended to be his very
dear friend while be wrote the book.
It wasn’t a nice idea somehow.
Next day Mr. Kingswell wrote mo
a little note asking me to go skating
with him that afternoon oil the lake.
I went, and did enjoy myself im
mensely. He looked after me and
talked so nicely that I was sorry
when he had to go back to dinner.
Dad was laughing when he met us in
the hall. I didn’t see why, for 1
hadn’t told him about our plan, and
I didn't seem to want to; but sud
denly he kissed me and went off in
a hurry, which 1 thought was rather
funny of him.
I had always felt a wee bit jealous
that Mr. Kingswell always came to see
dad and not particularly me; but now
when I knew his visits were really
mine it was delightful. I had a love
ly time and the days just flew by.
The fortnight began to draw to the
end. I counted the days as they
passed. I couldn’t help thinking how
I should miss a lover. For he was a
splendid actor; anyone would think
he really meant it.
1 remember once we went for a
walk—dad, Mr. Kingswell and I—
when one of those harum-scarum
Graham boys dashed up on his bi
cycle just as we were crossing the
road. 1 can't tell how it happened,
but the next minute Mr. Kingswell was
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i lifting me up all covered with road
| dust whilst dad was anxiously en
treating me to tell him if I were hurt. ;
I wasn't, and said so; and really it
was a good tiling dad had turned to
speak to the boy, for it ‘ took my 1
‘ lover” quite a long time to realize
there was nothing the matter. He
kept on holding me as if he would
never let me go and I distinctly heard
I him murmur: “Thank God for that, j
my darling,” when I said I was all
right, exactly as if it really mattered
to him.
At length the last day came and Mr. j
Kingsweil did not appear till the even- :
ing after dinner. Dad had gone to his
study; he wouldn't let me go with
him, but said 1 had to amuse myself
till he came back. I took my violin j
and tried to play—but couldn't, 1 was
too lonely. So 1 just cuddled up on
the big settle and tried not to cry.
Some one came in. I thought it was
(lad until 1 looked up and saw—Mr.
| Kingsweil.
He looked so stern, I wondered what
was the matter till I remembered the
fortnight was really over now, and of
course he would go back to being just
' dad's friend.” 1 didn’t know there
was such a difference—1 wished I had
never learned. Everything seemed
! miserable now; and really our experi
ment would not be of much us?, for I
vowed 1 would never write about Mr.
Kingsweil in a book—I would just re
member him myself.
Of course the right thing for me to
do was to thank him for his kindness
in helping me, but 1 was afraid to.
He was looking at me so unmerciful
ly, indeed, that I daren’t try, especial
ly as I knew my voice would be sure
to shiver as if 1 had just been crying—
and of course I hadn’t. So I just
waited and longed for dad to come in
| till at last he spoke.
“And so our acting is over. Mar
| jory?”
It was the first time he had called i
me that, and I liked to hear it. 1
couldn’t think of anything to say, and !
neither did he for a moment; then he
said quite suddenly:
“You think me a good actor, don’t ;
you? Marjory—darling—it was real!” :
I found my voice and gasped out: |
"Oh! I am so glad.”
But I hadn’t time for any more, for j
Mr. Kingsweil was only a little way !
\ from me, aud he takes such big I
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