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MUNICIPAL OFFICERS
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, K. W. Madness,
Treasurer, O. K. Craig,
Marshal, Walter Pascoe,
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, 11. B. Ad
ams, G. O. Madness, C. M. Edwards
and W. C. Mims.
Council meets first Monday night in
each month.
CHURCHES
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
m 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.
Rev. W. I’. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services first and '
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
ni. and 7::to p. m. Rev. J. If. Mellon*
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FRATERNITIES
Dannelly Cliapter R. A. M. meets
third Saturday night. I. C. Nuckolls,
E. II. P.; T. II. Hearing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. <S: A. M. No. 24s
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McHenry, W. M.: J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Encampment I. O. O. F. 42
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second and fourth Tuesday nights in
month. C. J. Magness, C. C.: J. T.
Tharp, Clerk
Newark Grove W. <No. NT meets
first and third Tuesday nights. Mrs.
C. M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newark Lodge I. O. O. F. No. 2H3
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nights. J. \Y; Stone, N. G ; T. M.
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Banner Kebekah Lodge No. lf>
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o’clock. Mrs. T. .1. llauey, X. G.; Miss
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
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"I wish you would speak to Ethel,
Richard, and persuade her to give up
this new scheme of her’s. You know
she isn't very strong, and even now
she hasn’t recovered from the effects
of the bazar in aid of the Armenian
atrocities—horrid creatures!” *
"I quite agree with you, Mrs. Flow
er. Ethel worries too much about oth
er people. But what js the new
scheme?” I inquired. "She has not yet
mentioned it to me.”
"Has she not? Then I expect she
will be trying to enlist your sympa
thies to-day. She wants to get up a
drawing room concert—amateur, of
course—for the Patagonian fund—a
worthy object, no doubt. But I can’t
have Ethel killing herself for any
charity.”
"Neither can i,” I said, firmly.
"I’m sure of that, my dear boy. So
you will do your best to dissuade her.”
“Depend upon me, Mrs. Flower,” I
murmured, as Ethel entered the room.
"What have you been doing, dear?”
inquired her mother; “you have kept
Richard waiting an age.”
"I’m sorry, Dick,” she said, smiling
a little wearily, I thought, "but I’ve had
so many letters to write. The vicar
wants to have a jumble-sale to get
some old tombstones renovated.”
"I hope you will have nothing to do
with that, Ethel,” said her mother,
rising. “Leave the graves to their own
ers.”
When Ethel and 1 were alone, I sug
gested that we should go out to the
garden, which looked very alluring
through the epen French window. Ac
cordingly we went forth and made our
selves comfortable In a remote and se
cluded corner. We talked of many
things having no connection with
bazars or jumble-sales, or concerts, but
at last Ethel came to the point.
"Dick, dear, 1 want your advice and
assistance.”
“I threw away my cigarette and as
sumed an attentive attitude.
“The first you may count upon,” 1
said.
“And the second, too, Dick?” she
questioned, pleadingly.
“We'll see,” 1 hardened my heart.
“Well, Dick, I would like to get up
a concert.”
"An excellent notion!”
"Oil, I’m so glad you think so!” she
cried.
“Why, yes. I’m awfully fond of
Haydn, Coffin and Grossmith, and—”
“But I don’t mean that kind «f con
cert, dear. It is to be an amateur
one.”
“Oh!”
1 hoped she would be discouraged,
but she continued:
"You see, Dick, I wish to make some
money for the poor Patagonians. It's
terrible to think of them.”
“Too dreadful!” 1 assented, with
much feeling.
“And 1 think.” she said, “that a con
cert held one afternoon in the drawing
room—It's a good size, you know—
would help the fund.”
"No doubt,” said I shortly.
“Well, then, Dick, let us begin to
arrange at once. Whofti do you think
we should ask to perform?”
“Our worst enemies.” I suggested.
“Don't be stupid, dear. You see, I
don't know many musical people.”
"How nice for you,” l observed.
"But you are acquainted with lots.”
She fidgeted with her pocket and
produced a little fat notebook uud pen
cil.
She turned: the pages till she came to
one headed '“Patagonian Fund.
“Now!” she said, looking ever so
sweetly at me.
“Now!" I retie*ted. kissing her.
"Oh, Dictfc, do be serious."
"I ant,” said L, thlnkiug for the
thousandth time how beautiful were
her eyes..
"Yes—hut about the concert. I
thought of asking Capt. Bilgewanr.
The buys tell me be sings a good rol
licking song.”
"Nut in the afternoon, dear.”
“1 don't quite understand, Dick. But,
never mind; 1 11 leave him out just
now Then there’s Tommy Sampson.
Would he do?" she asked, holding her
peu< il in readiness.
“He’s awfully melancholy, isn't he?”
said I.
"Oil, dear no! Me sings comic
songs."
"My mistake! Put him down.”
"That’s one, ’ said Ethel, with satis
. faction.
"Next!" said I.
“Do let us ask May Bowmont. She
can play.”
"Yes, rather! But there's no get
ting a hold of Y.uy. it's unkind of her
to he such a general favorite. How
ever, if the concert isn't to be for a
few >ears we might venture to ask her
assistance.”
"Oh, I'm sure she'll come to help the
poor Patagonians," remarked Ethel.
I "I Uotie so.” I said, doubtfully.
(You see, if May obliged, tbe scheme
would promise to be a success.)
"This is splendid!- cried Ethel joy
fully. "Aren’t we getting on? Why,
we've nearly fixed on two performers.”
"Yes; you only want 15 or 1G more
to make a fair programme,” I observed
cheerfully.
Ethel became absorbed and ate some
of her pencil during the next few min
utes.
"You might suggest somebody,” she
said at length.
“Well—let me see—I’ve a cousin who
Is an exquisite tenor—"
"Oh, do let us have him. Digit,” she
Interrupted.
"But he's in Ceylon at present.”
"You are provoking.”
"How about Ruth Darling?” I quer
ied, with some hesitation.
“Of course, if you would like to have
her,” said Ethel.
"I assure you—” I began.
"Yes; I’ll ask her. That makes
three.”
"But ! don’t really want her, dear,”
I protested.
"You used to want her dreadfully,”
said Ethel.
"Nonsense.” I was somewhat ruf
fled. I wish Ethel wouldn't remtai-or
everything.
"Come, now, Dick; you are dull to
day. Mention some of your friends.
There's Mr. Andrews, whom you used
to talk about so much. Would he
sing for us?”
I shook my head solemnly and mur
mured “dead.”
There was a slight pause.
"It must have been vqjy sudden,"
she observed.
“Terribly sudden, dearest.”
“Yes, indeed; for you see, I met him
at the Clarks’ last night."
“He has a twin brother,” I said,
feebly.
"He may have half a dozen twin
brothers, but none of them were at the
Clarks’.”
The afternoon had become oppres
i I % k ^
‘•IT S ALL. VOI R t'AL'LT."
sively close, i felt too hot for speech.
I heard Ethel snap the elastic band
oa her notebook, and kniew that she
was searching tor her pocket.
“L say, Ethel,” I began,, at last, “It
was only a joke.”
“Of course it was,” shie returned,
calmly; ‘you surely don’t «xpect me to
take you seriously at any time?”
L t'elt small enough to have fallen
between the bars of the gariten seat.
“I’m very sot ry, dear;” 1 sighed,
after a while.
“So am l. But it’s better to know
the worst.”
“You mean?”
“I mean that 1 am glad to have dis
covered in time how deceitful you can
ha-." /
“Oh. rot. Ethel! You know perfectly
2 would never deceive you.”
“I used to think so.”
There was a lengthy silence; then I
spoke:
"Look here, dear.”
"1 lease do not call me that.”
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"I beg your pardon, dearest, Dili yoa
are a lot to blame.”
"How dare you?” she cried, indig
nantly.
"Indeed, it’s all your fault, darling"
—sh.j tilted her chin—“you get so in
terested in Armenians, and tombstones
and Patagonians, and things, that you
neglect me, and my character suffers.
What can yon expect?” I went on,
holding out my hands in vague appeal.
"It's a wonder I am not altogether
abandoned by tills time.”
She said nothing, and I proceeded:
“Your mother feels it, too. She is
worried about, jour health. So am I.”
“But that’s silly of you,” said Ethel,
softening a Little.
"Of course it is,“ 1 admitted; "l am
too fond of ytfu; I am foolish about
you; I deceived you to-day—I admit 1
deceived yon—because I loved you.”
“And do. you think 1 don't—” she be
gan.
“No; you don't really care for me,
Ethel,” 1 said, tragically.
It was a lopg time ere she spoke;
then, 1 heard her murmuring as if to
herself:
"Poor Patagonians!”
"Eh?” said 1, starting. "Why so?”
■‘Because they can’t have any con
cert, now,” she whispered, sadly.
"Do you mean it, Ethel?”
“Well, if you won’t help me—>’
"No; I won’t help you," I said, de
terminedly.
“You are horrid, Dick, and yet—”
“What, darling?”
“Perhaps you are a trifle better than
a Patagonian.”
“You sweet wee soul,” I said, shak
ily. "But I wish I had asked you nice
ly at the beginning to give up the idea
i of a concert.”
"I wouldn’t have listened to you,
then—I was so enthusiastic until you
threw cold water on my plans, Dick.”
| She sighed ever so softly.
"I got chilled myself,” said I.
“And you deserve*! it,” she said,
laughing and pushing me away.
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