FAMOUS DERBY RACES
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EXTRAORDINARY INCIDENTS AT
WORLD FAMOUS TRACK.
Ambition of Every Sportsman Inter
ested in Game Is to Win Great
Contest—Lord George Bentinck’s
Sore Disappointment.
Since S. Arnull rode Diomed to vic
tory in the English Derby in 1780
some extraordinary incidents have oc
curred in connection with this world
famous race, to win which princes and
peers have sacrificed fortunes with
out success, says a writer in London
Answers.
Time was when the house of com
mons was wont to adjourn on Derby
day, so that our jaded legislators could
run down and bask in the breezer
which blew o’er Epsom Downs. Agafci
when the great Crimean war was rag
ing, parliament ordered that the re
suit of the race should be included m
general orders.
From time immemorial the Derb>
has been marked by sensations. On
three occasions, for example, horses
starting at the forlorn odds of 100 to
1 against have captured the classic
prize. Jeddah, in 1898; Signorinetta
ten years later, and Aboyeur, two
years ago, were their names, and tlieii
performances recall others which will
stand out prominent in turf history
for all time.
In 1913, one remembers, the race
was doubly memorable. There was the
terrible episode of the sulTragette, who
sacrificed her life in a vain attempt to
stop the horse, whilst, as a kind of
anticlimax, came the disqualification
of Craganour after finishing first. Last
year we had the memorable scratching
of the Tetrarch, the quaintly-colored
animal of the rocking-horse type, ot
whom such great things were ex
pected.
Whenever the great Epsom carnival
comes round, sportsmen, young and
old. talk about the Snow<Storm Derby,
when Hermit, starting at 62 to 1
against, owing to a report that he was
lame, won for Mr. Henry Chaplin, net
ting him a fortune. Daley, the Jockey
who bestrode the successful animal,
received a present of £3.000 from the
owner, and the victory went a long
way toward ruining the plunging mar
quis of Hastings.
A3 to arama, wnat coma do more
tragic than the action of that famom
sportsman, Lord George Bentinck’
Lord George, after spending a lifetime
in attempting to win the Derby, sold
all his horses in disgust for a lump
sum of £10,000 down, and retired from
the turf with his ambition ungrati
fled.
Included in the Bold racers was
Surplice, who, ironically enough, car
ried ofT the Derby in 1848. After
ward Surplice also won the St. Leger,
and a few days later Lord George
Bentinck was found dead on his es
tate at Welbeck.
When Bend Or won the blue ribbon
for the duke of Westminster, the win
ner was immediately objected to, the
allegation being that he was not the
horse stated, but Tadcaster, and that
the two had been changed when foals.
There was a tremendous amount of ex
citement, as fabulous sums were at
stake, but after interrogating everyone
connected, from the stud grooms up
ward, the authorities decided in favor
of Bend Or. The latter afterward be
came additionally famous as the sire
of the celebrated Ormonde.
In the Event of a Mistake.
Louis S. and Joe M. live within
a square of each other, on North
Illinois street. Joe is an unusually
good boy, but Louis is what his par
ents call shrewd, though the neigh
bors sometimes use a different name
for it.
A few days ago the boys were spec
ulating on the possibility of obtaining
a dollar, and incidentally on the ex
penditure of it.
“If 1 had a dollar I'd buy 50 cents’
worth for mothor, a quarter's worth
for dad and a quarter's worth for sis
ter,’’ said Joe.
Louis looked thoughtful.
‘‘What would you do if you had a
dollar, Louis?” questioned Joe.
“If I had a dollar, I'd have it first
changed into halves, then quarters—”
“Well?”
“Then into dimes, then nickels, then
pennies—”
“Well?”
“And in the meantime, if anybody
made a mistake, it wouldn't be me,"
explained Joe.—Indianapolis News.
Why Hindu Poet Avoids Japan.
A traveler returned from India to
Japan, according to the Kast and West
News, tells why Sir Rabindranath Ta
gore gave up his proposed visit to the
land of the Rising Sun. First, he says,
because tho Hindu poet, like other
poets, changes his mind frequently;
second, because his tenants are suf
fering from want of food; third, he
hus become incensed at a Japanese
who abused Tagore’s confidence, pro
tending to be an admirer of the poet's
most refined works and all the while
insanely addicted to London music
hall songs. "He sings for hours in
private,” the poet is reported to have
said, with a withering expression of
scorn, "what he calls ‘Tippulaly’!”
Instinctive Utterance.
"Did the failure of women to get
the vote in your state change view’s
in favor of a feminine ballot?"
"Not a bit of it It convinced me
that my wife is nuturaliy qualified lor
the vote. Ab soon as the returns
were in sne began to sav ‘Frauu’ like
§ regular veteran ip politics.' _
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TRIALS OF MARRIED LIFE::
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"In a misguided moment,” said the
girl who likes to talk, “I bought Dicky
a wife for $1. The bird store man said
the fact that she looked Ethiopian in
stead of a beautiful clear yellow’ like
Dick did not in the least reflect upon
her domestic Qualities, so 1 carried her
home in a pasteboard b«x so carefully
that the populace suspected me of
possessing a dynamite bomb and so
gave me a wide berth.
‘‘W e popped Susie into his cage and
jtood on guard to rescue her should
Dicky show fight. Susie chirped,
'hook her feathers straight and made
or the seed cup with positively not
he slightest interest in Dick. She
tad been living among a cageful of
tirds when I purchased her, so one
jther bird did not make her even bat
tn eyelash. Susie is swift of move
nent and the way she shot around
hat cage investigating it was a cau
ion.
"Dicky retired to a corner and just
vatched her in a pained, dazed way.
If 1 approached he regarded me so
reproachfully that I was overwhelmed
with disgrace. As plainly as possible
tor a canary to ejaculate he was say
ng: ‘What have I done that you
-houid ruin my happy home this way?
She runs the whole place!’
‘‘He was so exactly like a real
tachelor man that I giggled. ‘So she
ioes, Dick,’ I told him. ‘You don’t
ealize it, poor chap, but Susie, like
11 women, owns the place and you in
luded and you’ll be saying “Please,
nissus.” before a week is out!’
‘‘And he w as. Susie would beat him
iver the head if he tried to eat when
lie wanted food. She was terribly
reedy and ate all the time. After
hey had battled over the seed cup a
ew times 1 put in another and then
here was temporary peace. Dicky
■va8 so cowed and miserable that I
elt sorry for him, but I realized that
ds masculine character needed the
liscipline.
wnen I put the nest inside she
iad him carting and carrying strings
and fluff all day up to the nest and
ifter he had It there she would throw
t out petulantly. He never got used
o her lightmnglike flashes around the
"•age and was so' humble and tried so
nard to please her that he had no
ime for anything else.
"After Susie began to sit on three
tittle blue eggs he was bored with
iomestic life and refused to feed her.
Thereupon Susie would hop oft the
"I Felt Sorry for Him.'*
nest, chase him around the cage and
neat him good and proper and Dicky
would call for help with a strangled,
surprised ‘Pe-e-ep!’ that meant, 'Now,
.vhat in thunderation have 1 done, I d
like to know!’
"I would rescue him and let him sit
on my shoulder, from whence he
would talk to me Indignantly and pite
ously and tell me what an awful time
lie was having and how he hated his
iiome. Always when I took him out
he woulfl burst into glorious, relieved
song and have the time of his life
When I put him back he would (luff
nis feathers and sulk and snap at
Susie If she came near him.
“When the little birds hatched he
was plainly disgusted with them and
with Susie, who was Idiotically happy.
“‘Pink worms wi!h fuzz on ’em,’ he
aid with one toss of his head and
Mien disregarded his family utterly.
Occasionally Susie would boll over
■ d beat him. but he scorned the nest.
i'et once in a while I would find him
sitting on the upper perch, medita
tively surveying his offspring.
“Then one day he deliberately
nulled out a feather from one of them
and I took him out of the cage and
put him In another. Was he relieved
and happy? I give you my word that
perverse bird shrieked himself hoarse
all day, fluttering on the side of the
cage next his family, refusing to eat
or do a thing but yell. Susie s«omod
entirely happy without him and busied
herself with feeding her family, pay
ing no attention to hie agonized calls.
"When 1 couldn't stand the noise
•my longer I put Dicky back In the
family cage and he made the nest in
one hep, beamed at h!s children and
then frantically began hunting food
for them. There was not another
peep out of him
"Now, if he didn't act 1 ika real
human man throughout the whole pro
ceeding I'd like to know it!”—Chica
go Dally Nowa. _„__
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GATES TO BLACK SEA
IMPORTANT POINTS WHICH ARE
MAKING HISTORY TODAY.
May Again Determine the Future of
Europe, as i hey Have Done m
Gigantic Conflicts ot
the Past.
With the northwestern battle thea
ter of the Turks proclaimed by the war
prophets as that, where the deciding
master strokes in tiiis most titanlike
of all struggles are to be delivered, a
sketch ot this remarkable region’s past
prepared by Harry Griswold Dwight
for the National Geographic society is
of more than usual interest. Here the
West won its self-confidence, and this
confidence has borne fruits with splen
did richness for longer than 2,000
years. Here the course of civilization
has been changed and modified sev
eral times, aim here again today the
attention of the world is fixed in the
belief that the future of Europe will
once more be determined by events
about to transpire. In the Dulletin is
sued by the National Geographic so
ciety Mr. Dwight tells about The Gates
to the Black Sea. '
"There is something alluring in
the very shape and position of these
lakes—the Black sea and the Sea of
Marmora—separating as they do the
two most historic continents of our
globe and communicating with each
other and tfith the outer seas by
openings that seem miraculous. And
those landlocked waters nave been
from earliest times as they happei)
again to be today, the theater of epic
events. For us of the West no
legends are older than those ot Zeus
and Io, of Phryxus and Helle, of the
Trojan war, of Jason and the Argo,
which commemorate the earliest voy
ages into the Great l^akes of the Le
vant. »
Or the two, the Marmora—the Pro
pontis, if you prefer to be classical—
is by far the smaller. Not much raoro
than 100 miles long and some 40. miles
across at its broadest part, it is about
the same size as Lake Champlain. The
Marmora has much of the softness of
air, vividness ot color and beauty of
scenery that we associate with the
Aegean and Ionian seas. Thread the
narrow slit of the Bosporus, however,
and you pass into an entirely different
world—sterner, barer, rockier, colder.
“If the Marmora may be compared
to Lake Champlain, the Black sea is
about four times the size of our great
est lake. Lake Superior is 412 miles
long by 167 wide, while the Black sea
has a length of 750 miles and a breadth
of 385. That there is something dark
and unfriendly about it is more than
a legend.
“At the moment at which I write
the fleets of France and England are
hammering at the historic gateway.
Thus the question of the Black sea.
which is the ancient question of the
straits, is posed anew, more dramati-,
cally than ever before. Is it for a
final solution? No solution can be
found,” the writer concludes, “which
will give any one nation an absolute
right of control over the Bosporus
and the Dardanelles.”
Zeppelin Bombs.
There are many different kinds of
bombs dropped from Zeppelins and
aircraft. They are divided into two
main classes—explosive and incen
diary bombs. The explosive ones are
divided again into those dropped with
no initial velocity, and those propelled
with high initial velocity in somewhat
the same way at» a bullet is propelled
from a gun. The first kind of explo
sive bomb is more used than the sec
ond, and explodes upon nitting the
ground. In an article on the "Zeppe
lin Question,’'by Mr. Prade, published
in translation in the Scientific Ameri
can for April 3, 1915, it is stated that
nowhere have bom: s been found
woighing more than 49 kilos (108
pounds). “This was the weight,’ says
Mr. Prade, “of the bomb found intact
at Yarmouth. . . . Large naval di
rigibles which appeared over the Eng
lish coast certainly had not 1,000 kilos
(2.204 pounds) of explosives on board,
which is proved by the fact that they
did not throw that number, as they
would hardly nave returned with any j
unthrown. ’ From this Mr. Prade !
proves that the bombs do not weigh
more than 50 kilos at most, and that
each Zeppelin carried at the most 20
bombs.
Coal Tar of Immense Value.
Mauve, that delicate tint of the light
er colored violet—and its chance dis
covery in aniline by Sir William Per
kin, laid the foundation of one of the
greatest industries in the United
States today—the utilization of coal !
tar, a by-product of the manufacture |
of illuminating gas. Once almost a
dead waste, now it is worth millions '
and millions.
“This would be a cold, dreary;
world," says Robert TO. Livingston, edi- |
tor of Gas l ogic, “without coal tar," i
which may be the gasman's llluminnt-1
Ing way ot putting it, hat truo, never- 1
theless.
It gives us all the delicate dyes for
the silks and satins which milady j
wears to gladden the eye. It yields
us the more delicate perfumes. It i
banishes pain in the various forms
of medicine; it soothes the nerves in
other forms. It even colors our lood.
Coal tar is the modern miracle.
Had Her Revenge.
“Mr. Shepherd, your uaugluer has
promised to marry mo.
“Humph; she said she’d ret even
with me when i refused to get nor a
tfokiuesu pup."—London Mail.
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If you please, hand me the cata
logue,” said Prudence to her husband
as they sat together under the. even
ing lamp. “I think I'll make out ray
list of seeds for the coming season/'
"In times of peace prepare for war,”
replied her husband. “And don’t for
get, while you are at it, to look up
the latest things in garden weapons.”
“You are so keen about hunting,’’
declared Prudence, “that even an inno
cent and peaceful pa time like g?~
dening suggests weapons to you.”
"Innocent? Peaceful?” echoed he.
“Did you do an hour’s gardening last
summer without killing a hundred in
sects or worms? You talk about my
keenness for hunting and my horrid
taste for destroying life, but I don't
suppose that in a whole year I kill as
many living creatures as you do In
a single day in your garden.”
“Put I have no taste for it,” de
clared Prudence. “Pesides, I kill only
in self-defense. If the bugs and worms
would keep off my preserves I should
not molest them. But I must have a
rose garden this summer; there’s
something so rornhntic about a rose.
It always calls up in my mind all the
sentimental things that have been said
about it; 'Gather ye rosebuds while
ye may,’ and ‘Go, lovely rose, tell
her—’ ”
"And don't forget the worm in thn
bud that is likmird to grief feeding
on a damask cheek,” said her hus
band. ‘‘Shakespea-ts was up on gar
dening himself.”
“I must have a bed of herbs, too,”
went on Prudence as she turned the
pages of the seed catalogue. “There’s
something so literary and inspiring
about herbs. 1 shall have rosemary
and rue, sweet marjoram and—oh,
yes, I must have some thyme. Don’t
you remember that lovely quotation
from Shakespeare; 'I know a bank
where the wild thyme grows’?’’
“Well, I know one where it won’t
grow,” declared the husband,'with de
cision. “It’s curious about you, Prue;
you never seem to remember your
failures and you are never discour
aged by the ncnappearance of plants
"I Worked the Ground/’
In return for your seeds. Now, 1
recall very distinctly that you tried
last season to have a bed of herbs,
and you made .me prepare it for you,
but though 1 worked the ground until
it was as fine as pepper and fertilized
it until tjieio seemed nothing for the
seeds to do but to push up thrifty
plants above ground they refused to
do'even as much as sprout."
■'I>id we plant any foxglove?” de
manded Prudence, undaunted by her
husband’s pessimistic words. “You
know, that is another name for digi
talis, which is such a -famous remedy
for heart troubles.”
“Well, do put foxglove on your list,”
said her husband. "It would be so
convenient to turn to when I am in
danger of heart trouble brought on by
overworking myself in your garden
or by disappointment because of the
meager results.”
"I think I will plant some catnip,”
declared Prudence.
“But isn’t catnip exclusively for
cats?" demanded the husband. “And
what is the use of raising catnip if
you have no cats?"
will, ir we got tlie crump to grow'
we could easily get the cats,” said
Prudence, cheerfully, not removing
her eyes from the list. “1 don’t be
lieve I’ll plant any hoarhouud or
marshmallows, though they are only
5 cents a package.”
"Get them by all means,” advised
her husband. "Think how useful the
hoarhouud would b • in case of colds,
and if you should ever want to have
a marshmallow roast you would have
the mat< rials right at hand. Isn’t there |
any anise seed on the list? That’s
Invaluable if you should think of get- :
ting up a fox hunt,”
“You know I don’t believe in hunt
ing.” remonstrated Prudence.
"No, only hunting for Email fry like I
hugs and worms. How many inno- i
cent insects do you suppose you are 1
planning to lure to their destruction
next summer?"
"Not any. if my garden doesn’t turn
out any better than you think it will."
"Oh, well,” replied the scoffhr, ”1
think that the garden of your imagina
tion i; always a blooming success, full
of the must wonderful plants and
Powers
"While yours is full of worms a> d j
bugs," dee'ared Prudence. "So which
one of us may be said to have the
finest imagination?”
“Oh, go ahead with your lift And
don’t forget the digitalis.‘♦-Chicago
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FAMOUS OLD MOUNTAIN
ARARAT HAS A CONSPICUOUS
PLACE IN HISTORY.
Center of Troubled Land Where Peace
Is a Comparatively Unknown Quan
tity—Proud Record Claimed
by Armenian Race.
‘•Mount Ararat, where there has
been hardly a moment’s peace since
Noah and his ark grounded upon its
massive shoulder, is at present the
huge, troubled boundary mark be- j
tween the Ottoman empire and Russia
and under the shadows of the historic
peak the fighting lines of Osrnanli and
Russian have been swaying back and
forth, never far beyond the lines ol
the frontier,” begins a bulletin issued
by the National Geographic society.
"Ararat is the hub of Armenia, of
the original home of the Haik people
It is also the center of what has ever
been the most troubled area on earth
Tribes of Europe and of Asia have
fought each other here from the dawn
of history, and the remnants from the
battles have settled as neighbors, hat
intr, despoiling, massacring one an
other,
"Ararat is one of the most impres
sive of earth’s mountains, for it rises
sheer to the clouds out of an immense
plain.
“The dominant mountain is split
into two peaks, Great and Little Ar
arat. Great Ararat rises to a height
of 17,000 feet above the level of the
sea. Little Ararat, where the boun
daries of the Ottoman ein' ire, of Rus
sia and of Persia meet, reaches an
altitude of 12.840 feet. Though the
snow line here is very high—14.000
feet—the dome of Great Ararat is cov
ered with giitering fields of unbroken
white.
“A vast wealth of legend surrounds
the mountain, which has always deep
ly impressed the imaginations of the
peoples who have wandered, passed or
settled beneath it. The Armenian
priests long believed that the wonder
ful mysteries of its summit might
never be surveyed by human eyes,
and all thought of scaling Ararat was
considered almost in the light of
sacrilege.
i no Armenians have also held that
they are the first people after the
flood, the immediate descendants of
Noah, so to speak; for the first vil
lage that Noah founded after abandon
ing the ark was Nakhitchevan. So the
Armenian thinks that his people were
the first race of m.-n to grow up in
the world after the flood.
“The name Ararat means ‘high.’ The
Persian name for the mountain Koh-1
Nuh. means 'Noah’s mountain.’ It has
been determined by the natives that
the Garden of Eden was placed in the
valley of the A raxes.
“Noah's wife was buried in this val
ley near the mountain, and grapes are
still grown there whose vines are the
direct, descendants of vines planted by
Noah.”
Hertzian Waves.
Hertzian waves are electric waves,
so called from Heinrich Hertz (1857
1894), a German engineer and scien
tist. who first demonstrated the possi
bility ot wireless telegraphy. In the
course of his investigations he dem
onstrated some new principles regard
ing the transmission of light and elec
tricity, and his premature death was
regarded as a distinct loss to science.
Wireless telegraphy is sometimes
called Hertzian telegraphy. The pres
ent Marconi method of telegraphing
without wires is by means of "Hert
zian waves. ’ which pass through the
ether—the medium that fills all space,
and remains after air has been ex
hausted. The apparatus generates
and transmits these waves, the exis
tence and operation of which were
first demonstrated by Hertz.
All Are on Time at Sydney.
At Sydney, Australia, any telephone
subscriber can now obtain correct
standard time by caiiing up the Syd
ney observatory, says the Scientific
American. If he wishes merely to
check his watch or clock, he asks for
“Time.’ and is connected witli an op
erator who reads off the correct time
to the nearest half minute from a
clock controlled by the standard clock
of the observatory. If more accurate
information be required, he asks for
“Exact time,” and is connected with
a high frequency buzzer which trans
mits the actual beats of the observa
tory clock.
Drawing to a Head.
“My dear,’’ remarked Grumbly, as
he opened a letter at the breakfast
table the other morning, and a mil
liners bill dropped out, “this is the
third bonnet you have had in less than
six months. You must have bonnets
on the brain.
“Well,’' queried atrs. Grumble, in
nocently, "isn t that the proper place
for them?"
Mysterious Fascination.
“( hurley, dear,” said the young Mrs.
Torkins, "1 don't see why people play
poker. ’
“You don't understand the game.”
"I'm afraid 1 don t. it doesn t seem
sensible to me, as you describe it. |
lhere isn t any lun in playing tor
fun; and there certainly isn t any
money m Dlaving it for money. ‘
Too Much Realism.
Ham l.ott Chat s the last time J II
ever pass througn that market.
lilli Hoard Why, did the cabbage
try to get a nead oi yon?
Ham Lett—So, but the Hissing ot
the geese was too realistic.
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RED TOP
By KEITH KENYON.
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One of the bellhops nicknamed her
that (he first day she came on fluty at
the St. Dimitri switchboard The bell
hops and their captain looked her over
cautiously. She was r.ot a city girl.
Andy, bravest of all, strolled over
about nine, and leaned tentatively on
the top of the desk with his most
friendly smile.
“How does the scenery strike you.
Red Top?" he asked.
“Not half as strongly as something
will strike you if you call me Red Top
again,’’ she retorted calmly. “Just
stroll along there, child. I'm not a
bit lonely and if I am I’ll call my own
numbers, thank you.”
She. tucked a couple of large shell
pins into her side braids and looked
past Andy’s head absently.
The colonel expressed himself as
delighted over her aloofness. Even
to the colonel she was aloof, and he
was owner of the St. Dimitri. She
gazed past his handsome head quite
as nonchalantly as she had past
Andy’s.
“Gad, sir,” said the colonel hap
pily. as he lingered over the after
dinner cigar with the proprietor, Has
well. "Gad, sir, I rather think she ll
stay. Fine girl, Haswcll. toe good for
the position. Beautiful hair. Perfect
profile. Wonder she isn’t mobbed,
but it’s the manner that holds them
off. 8he squelches a man with one
look. What’s her name?”
“Ruth Hollister, sir.”
“Hollister, Hollister? Massachu
setts?’ Used to be Senator Ben Hol
lister at Washington from Massachu
setts when I was in the house. Fine
chap. Gad, sir, I remember when
that navy appropriation bill came up
after the Japanese trouble—”
The colonel rambled off luxurious
ly. leaning far back in his deep leath
er chair and rocking one foot. But
when his cigar burned out he saun
tered down the long marble corridor
to the telephone desk, and began with
his very best Georgia manner.
1 beg pardon. I m sure. Miss Hollis
ter I'm Colonel Congreve. I'm won
dering if you could possibly be of the
same family as my old friend. Senator
Hollister of Massachusetts.”
“I don’t think so. Colonel Con
greve." came back clearly, even crisp
j ly “I am from out West, near
Omaha. We have no senators in our
family yet. We're Just first settlers.''
“Omaha? God bless my heart,’
murmured the colonel. “How did you
ever get so far from home?”
"I was one of ten hundred thousand
girls who imagine thpy can sing for
grand opera in New York. I got tired
living on hopes and air; so I learned
this.'
That night the colonel sat up on
the roof garden, quite alone, long aft
er the crowd had gone. Just why one
girl’s face should suddenly fill his
world, he could not see. Yet all bo
had to do was to close his eyes and
there rose before him the face of .
Ruth Hollister. Red Top, Hasweil
had said the boys called her. Glorious
hair she had, rich in tone as a ripe
chestnut. He wondered how he could
help her. And the next day Hasweil
was told to promote Miss Hollister
to the business department.
“You see. Miss Hollister,” he told
her, “1 want to get up a winter book
let (hat will not only attract the very,
best advertisers, but the best patron
age, too. Nothing flamboyant, but
neat and correct, you get me? Just
work along with Allan here, and 1
think between you you can turn out
a mighty fine thing.”
Allan smiled. He was the colonel's
private secretary, and the two got to
work over the new booklet. Ruth
grew to love the work. And the colo
nel bided his own time, satisfied to
know she was drawing $35 a week in
stead of $12. with a tidy little suite
at the hotel thrown in for good meas
ure. Around Christmas would be time
enough, he thought, and he strolled
over to the avenue one day ami en
joyed himself supremely selecting a
diamond ring for her.
The nay before Christmas he rama
Into the inner private office unexpect
edly and found Ruth standing by the
■window, gazing down at the park._
while Allan talked to her. They <itct
not notice the colonel's entrance, bud
he stood in silence listening. As ho
listened to the unreasoning, impetu
ous flood of speech the hoy was pour
ing out. to her—nothing but love, love,
love, no mention of money or position,
nothing but love—he knew all at once
that here was what she needed and
he could not give it to her—young
love in all it3 splendor and divinity.
He went out noiselessly.
Later. Allan came to him, his clc-air
shaven young face radiant with a new
confidence.
“1 want you to he the first to Wnaw. ,
sir.” he said, “Miss Hollister *ha*
promised to he my wife.”
“You don't tell nje, Allan, well,
well.' said the colonel musingly, fum
bling in his vest pocket. “So alie ,
marries according to tradition here,,
eli. but choose one of the force. R •
wonder if you'*' mind so very mueta
if 1 supplied the ring. It would give
me th" greatest pleasure—" he drew
out the morocco case and opened it..
“No. don t thank me. my boy. '
After the boy had stepped out of
the room, the colonel sighed and lit
a fresh cigar. Still, gad. sirs, there
is such a thing as victory in defeat..
(Copyright, 1916. bv the McClure News
paper Syndicate.) _^
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