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h |kâ€"â€"ra e T S n Down the stairs M. Artemon few, four steps at a time, and rushed into the greenroom, where the rest of the m were asxembled. His burried noe flled them ail with conster "@camp!" said the haughty house keeper disdainfully. _"Ou my word of bonor, 1 have nothâ€" Ing els¢," asserted Matthew, dispiayâ€" ing his empty hbands. "How annoying, fellow! There â€"has been some mistake, mademoiselle. Mademoiselle," be called despairingly %o Jeanne, who had turned away with © majestic air, "are you sure that you have not the cassock T‘ "Bettina‘s wig!" exclaimed the exâ€" elted actor.. "Bettina‘s wig and not y cassock, the cassock of the Abbe Constantin. Where the devil bave you put it, rascal?" "Here is something for you, Mile. Jeanne. And bere, M. Artemon, is all that was given me for M. Hochary‘s company." And from the top of the diligence he held out a long, narrow eard box to the comedian, who leaned forward to receive it in its aerial transit the cover, which had been badâ€" Iy tied on, fell to the ground. and a wig of yellow bair was caught by Artemon on the wing, like a fliag float: tag in the wind. . "Matthew. hbave you my eassock?" suddenly cried from a window in the Hotel du Dauphin a man who displayâ€" ed a face covered with somp. a napkin wround his neck and a shaving brush in his band. The driver introduced his arm anew Into the bood and after a careful search drew forth two parcels of unâ€" equal size. "Come, Matthew, the abbe‘s new @assock." said Jennne. A rolf of wheel« announced the arâ€" Pival of the diligence, which haited at the botel opposite. and the passengers alighted with a grent deal of noise, the women precipitating themselves from the interior like a cloud of wasps, deafâ€" ening the driver. "Late. as usual, Matthow. Where is my new muf? Matthew, where is Totor‘s mechanical horse?" And . Mattbew,. with his fat face flushed rod framed in the ear laps of his enp. dived down futo the hood of the Imperial, which was inflated like a bailoon, and wirhArew packages and boxes. "‘Hochary Troupe. Sounirire Theatre {Grain Market), this evening. For the ‘WR'::O the great success. ‘The Abbe Con itin,‘ comedy by Ludovic Haâ€" levy of the Academie Francaise. M. Artemon of the Chatelet wiill All the role of the Abbe Constantin. Mile. Valerie. from the theatera of Brest and Algeria, will appear as Bettina. ‘The usual price of admission." A roll of drums was beard beneath the window. and M. Lamier sprang to his feet. The nasal voice of Father Onesime. the public crier and gameâ€" keeper, was heard distinctly calling mloud in,the same tone as the worthy man ordinarily invited the citizens to kill the white worms or to muzzle their *MATTHEW, RAVE yOU MY CASsOCK? m heart less light, than usual. Care irâ€" itated and troubled his serene beueyoâ€" and checked his compassion for bers, his forgiveness of wrongdoing. lay actors were installed opposite the tory. at the Hotel du Dauphin, at other side of the square. What a trial> it bad been for hbim‘! For ten days they bad been there. Soulaire bad seemed as though selzed with a fever. At each corner of the street many colâ€" ored posters were to be seen, and in front of them groups of people gath ered. commenting upon the spectacie of the previous night or that beralded for the coming evening. The streets, which, as a rule. were deserted at 9 o‘clock, were thronged until after midnight. From end to end of the little town the merits of the respective players were talked of. "Jeanhe, you will give nuts, red ap s and dried plums to Gelynotte and m to 6ll the sabots of the little emes. Et in secula seculdrum," murâ€" mured M. ie Cure, who then resumed the readiog of his breviary, which had beep Interrupted by the numberless preparations for the fete of the followâ€" Jug day. He beut his spectacles anew over the book, closing his ears in vain to the joyous outbursts which rang throughout the place on this the eve of the day so blessed. Joy filled the air aud troubled his meditations. He could mot prevent his paternal heart from sharipg io the innocent pleasures of the fock over which be bad watched and to which be had ministered for more than 30 years. This year. for the first time in bis life, the cure was to celebrate the boly angiyersary with a delight less intense, Father Lamier‘s New Cassock t, 3« old, ye young, of xte joyous longu®, ad 20 hear pt day "Among us, I dare to say, there are many good fellows," continued Arteâ€" mon. "United households, good mothâ€" ers of families, good citizens, abound with us." _ â€" He proceeded to cite examples. Mile. Valerie, a child of the stage, who was the support of ber parents; M. and Mme. Hocharay, models of conjugal} tenâ€" dernessâ€"one and all beld their bearts in their hands and never refused & service or kindness to a comrade, never refused to do a good work, a good ac "What a pity this Artemon is not a preacher!" thought M. Lamiler, fasci nated. "His large face, closely shaved, with its cheeks like a Dominican, would look rery well in a pulpit, and his insinuating voice and spenking gestures would be very effective for "It is for that very reason that you regard it as a place of evil. Why,. the theater is the school of morails which second# thosé of the church. Our draâ€" mas are simply sermons put into acâ€" tion. There is no piece in which virtue is not lauded and vice and hypocrisy scourged. Ab, it is a noble work, that of the comedian, in the eyes of those who understand it!" "You see, M. le Cure, you bave never attended the theater." "Butâ€"well, certainly not," replied the abbe, startied by the very Idea. "But," be groaned, looking plaintive ly at Artemon, "can you not choose manother plece rather than expose a servant of God to the risk of such a sacrilege and also to risk perverting the souls of those disposed to be fer vent?" M. Lamier was touched to the beart by this reply. "Poor fellow!" The sou! of the good priest was flled with grief. He felt too unbappy to refuse the speaker anything. Artemon approached him confidenâ€" tlally. "Alas, M. le Cure," replied Artemon, with simplicity, "we must eat on that night, as on any other!" M. Lamier, without being disarmed, looked again at the actor with new Interest. If this unbappy man bad followed a bad calling, his point of departure had at least been good. His heart could not, therefore, be corroded throughout, and perbaps it would be possible to point out to him the error of bis ways. "How comes it," said the abbe, with bitterness, "that you play on Christ mas eve?" ‘"Pardon me, M. le Cure." continued. the actor, slightly embarrassed, but not the less determined. "It would not be the first time religiou has lentits aid to the drama. Do you recall the celebratâ€" ed mysteries of the middle nges? Moreâ€" over, 1 was educated in a seminary, and it was there 1 was led to adopt the vocation of actor in playing the role of Athalle for the fete of the superior." "‘The oldest and most wornout in your possession, one that you may have thrown aside," Artemon bastencd to say. "I am to play tonight the role of the Abbe Constantin, and 1 cannot repâ€" resent my character withoct conformâ€" Ing to its demands and carrying out its sacepiflotal dignity." AF Lainter sprang from his seat. "Do you think for a moment, monâ€" sieur," be said, overcome by surprise and anger, "to profane a gown that bas served at worship and to make me the accomplice of these sinful amuseâ€" ments? Your Ignorance respecting lboly things and religion is your oply exâ€" cuse." "No, M. le Cure," be said; "it is not alms we ask. Lend us simply your cassock!" "My cassock!" gasped the Abbe Laâ€" mier, astonished. "You wish my cas sock ?" Happily for the actor, Jeanne was absent putting the iast touches on the church decorations, and it was oue of the chorus children who innocently opened the door of the rectory and inâ€" troduced the visitor into the room where the good cure was terminating his devotions. At the sight of this apâ€" parition M. Lamjler became fixed upon his seat like a statue. His good, rosy visage, usually so calm, was now flushâ€" ed to the roots of his thin, white hair, and instinetively he clasped his book to his breast. Meanwhile satan‘s Instrument bowed deferentially. "Ab, my friends," be exclaimed, in & voice full of emotion, "what a wild hope! So much the worse. 1 will atâ€" tempt the adventure. It is our only hope of salvation." In a few words he explained. "Come to my arms, my son!" exâ€" claimed M. Hocbary, extending bis legs with enthusiasmn. Buddenty Artemon struck his foreâ€" head violeptly, and bis entire bearing denoted a genuine inspiration. And Artemon ran off to finish bis shaving, to don his black frock coat and then direct his steps to the cure‘s. "What is to be done? There is not one garb of the required kind among the properties of this accursed hole," repeated Hochary in an outburst of impotent rage. The situation was critical for the poor artists, whose present tour had been far from successful The leadâ€" inz man then proposed to gallop at full speed to the neighboring city, but this suggestion was not deemed pracâ€" theable. with a black dress and a cloak of one of the iadies?" hazarded Hochary. "The indies are much too short and slight,." groaned Artemon, who re joiced in an imposing corpulency. "As for me. 1 have only the Figaro eostume, Peruvian pantaloous and the biack coat for Pierrot and a fGowered morning gown," said the manager peoâ€" sively. "For heaven‘s sake, ladies, ald us with your suggestions! We must play the piece at any cost." vertinements? You know as well as i do that we are at the end of our re sources and that our last yenture was a failure. Don‘t try your Mile. Mars on us, my good fellow. We play to "But can you not uuderstand? 1 have not a cassock!" gasped the un happy Artemon, letting his arms fal} "what is the meaning of this Â¥ muunu-.-u.z- penses of the programmes and the adâ€" "Artemon," said a cavernous voice "Cannot a cassock be improvised They Drink Chiaat, The Philadelphia Record quotes an intelligent {taiian workman as follows:; *They tell you that qo ome ever gets Orunk In Italy, and you And it hard to belteve, because you often see us imm! grants pretty well jiggered over here. But It is a fact in Italy no one gets drunk â€"onily sick. That Chinnta they have there is harder to driak thain waâ€" terâ€"yes, than sait waterâ€"and though you have the best intentions in the world, your stomach rebels agninst it before you get the lenst bit gay. Many a time on fovely Sunday mornings | havre reclined on the grassy slope of a mountain in the sbade of an olive tree TiE £ gutlon jug of Chiant: by mt "I looked at the man under examinaâ€" tion and didn‘t think be looked like a foreigner. Me looked, anyway, like he was acclimated. So [ asked him: " ‘Have you ever been uaturalized? " ‘No, sir,‘ he answered. " ‘*And you uH;m're a foreigner and not naturalized? What country are you a native of? * * " ‘Arkansas.‘ "Well, everybody in the courtroom laughed. 1 told the man be could go. He wasn‘t much of a foreigner, but too much to «‘t on a jury in my court." ~AMemphis Scimitar. The Abbe Lamiler, in an ecstasy of merey and love, raised his dazzled eyes toward the vauited roof and seemed to see at this sacred moment, among the quivering wings of the anâ€" gels and the sparkle of the stars, the Juminous smile of the Saviour who walked upon the roads of Samaria and Galilee, surrounded by the miserable and worthless, and whose feet the sin ful woman bad wiped with her goiden hair.â€"San Francisco Call. An Allen From Arkansas. "When 1 was on the bench," relates Judge J. J. Du Bose, "we were once making up a special jury for a murder trial The lawyers were exnmining the venire, and 1 wasn‘t paying much atâ€" tention to what was going on till one of the lawyers attracted my attention by saying: "‘¥Your honor, this man is Incompeâ€" tent for jury service. He‘s a foreignâ€" er.‘ CLOTHES TO THE THRATERH spectfully under the benediction. The poor people had also arrauged a little surprise for thetr benefactor, and the weuk but expressive voice of Valerie sang with warmth the "Christmas of Adum," accompanied by a harmonium. Whatever may have been their past, or whatsoever the future might have in store for them, for that bour at least a ray of God‘s grace bad flled their souls, recalling the sweet and boly remembrances of their childhood. "Peace on earth and good will toâ€" ward men? Hosanna in the highest!" "WHAT}? ARR YOU @OING TO LEND yoUr When, before the glorlously illumiâ€" nated altar, the good pastor extended his arms lovingly above the crowd kneeling before him, he trembled with jJoy to perceive, at the lower end of the lateral aisle, among the workmen and Iaborers, a group of men and women with weary faces and varied cosâ€" tumes, who bowed their beads re "My dear fellow," said the cure in a trembling voice, fearing to appear to place a price upon his kindness, "go as quickly as possible, accomplish what you bave to do and return when the performance is over to attend the midvizht mass. The good God will thus be satisfied with you, and 1 also." On this evening Artemon fairly viâ€" brated with emotions, surpassing himâ€" self in bis acting. "How can we ever prove our grath tude?" said the actor, bis eyes actually filled with tears, and be reiterated his tbanks until be bad crossed the threshâ€" old of the door. "Whbat are you thinking?" replied M. Lamier. "Beneath the robes my casâ€" sock will not be seen, while yours will be,. so to say, under fire, and If the rents were viewed it would be a pity. The Abbe Constantin must not call forth ridicule." ‘‘Truly, 1 do not ask so much," proâ€" tested Artemon, confused, while the eure laid the cassock on bis arm. "An old cassock would serve my purpose. 1 beg that you will not deprive your self." "What?" said Jeanne, sbuddering. "Are you going to lend your clothes to the theater, M. le Cureâ€"your new cas sockâ€"you, who will boid mass at midâ€" aight"â€" evercome by the unezpected success and pressing the priest‘s hands with efâ€" As Jeanne entered with the cassock upon ber arm in great folds the priest rebuked ber for loitering. "Now bring me my shoes with the silver buckles. I:un quickly! Why. a snall would go as fast. 1s it not so, M. Actor? Aud a bat alsoâ€"you must have a bat." "Well," be sighed, "we alone sbail pass a sad Christmas while al the world besides will be blithe and hap py. M. ie Cure, pardon we for buxing taken up so wuch of your time." He turged toward the doer. The old pricst aroused bimsélf, "Jeaune," be called in a loud voice, full of the exaitation of triumphant charity, "bring me at ouce my new cas ‘The words were spokes with di+ couragement, owiug to the immovabhil« Ity of the cure. As he spoke the actor arose and brushed bis hat with gloomy "Ab. M. le Cure!" exciamed the actor. shis own ilk, omitting the common courte sies of clubmen. The evening of the day she had met ‘Tim Henderson, while she was sholling the clamas, which she bad found in plenty. she wondered that ber efforts had met with such poor success. When the clams were shelled, she sat down to sew on her ;_t;xl summer‘s dresses, still thinking of m. No. 4 is a unique institaution on the isâ€" land of Nantucket. 1t derives its name from the fire engine which is its special charge. It is an old band engine and has lind its nose put out of joint by the new steamer which the town in a At of prodi But, in spite of all this, Persis was all right. Neither does it matter a great deal whether she was protty of not ‘The young men thought she was, while older ones anid she was invariably cheerfn) and "good to pass the time o‘ day with." In ronlity she war as trim as a steam yacht, ever ready with a aparkling retort, and ber deft parrying with words would have made a mediaeval swordsman invulneraâ€" bie. Deep down in ber heart Porsis had not a very high opinion of the &pecies of mankind that bung over her counter and gossiped with ber by the hout. No matâ€" ter how the outside world fooked nat her conduct, she, in trith, bad certnin preâ€" conceived ideas as to the qualities which @onstituted a real man. Tim was in No. 4‘s room, where he spont every eféning taiking to men of Porsis Hayward was wortby of more @ttention than she received on this occaâ€" sion. She was acenstomed to more, too, which made it harder to bear. A fecling of pigne was rising within ber. An opâ€" prenticeship of four summers in serving the narcotic tastes of "all sorts and conâ€" ditions" of men had given her an insight into the masculine nature. Whetber it was the best side is a matter for others to decide. There is no doubt at all that there were not a few who liked ber better than the cigars she dispensed. The wives and mothers who approved of her might be numbered on the fingers of one hand. Persis observed her new friend closely, but Tim seemed bardly to notice her. Hlis eyes were busy with the horizon, which was a trifle threatening. But the eye of a sailor will sweep in more in oue glance than a landinbber in a week. "I‘m only Persisâ€"Porsis Hayward. 1 gcll cigars over the counter at the Sca View House in the summer an do anyâ€" thing that comes along in the winter ‘eept work out: 1 won‘t do that. Never could got along with women any way." "Well, I ty to be jest civil; that‘s about all."* *That‘s more than some is anyhow." "Well, 1 guess you‘re right But it don‘t pay." "Guess you don‘t know who 1 am?" "I‘ll have to cave on that, sure. TI‘ve ‘nough to do without keepin‘track o‘ the girls in this town. Never was any great after ‘em anyhow." "Yes, I know you. I‘ve seen you drivin enrriage. ‘The summer folks say you are as ‘commodatin as can be." "Don‘t know as I‘ve ever seen you be fore. _But p‘r‘aps you‘ve hecred o‘ me. I‘m Tim Heuderson, that lives down Newtown way. I‘m a member o‘ No. 44. 1 go scallopin io winter an drive a car ringe in summer. I ain‘t one o‘ the kind that loafs around ‘tween times nuther. I‘m ready for anything that‘ll bring in 10 centa. _ What J get is enough for wa and me. Besides. we have generally put a lectle in the bank when the end o‘ the season comes. That‘s more‘n most do down here." Persis uodded ber assent. She was dressed for ber work and wore a pair of rubber boots which were evidently made for a man. ‘In a few minutes the pair were tacking toward Poverty point. "Hello, friend!" Tim shouted. "Any luck 7" "Only a few." "‘Guess you‘d do better if you was up Poverty point." ‘ "It‘s too fur for me." "If you‘d jest as soon, I‘d admire to take you up thar. "FTain‘t outen my way \ a mite. Fll come up as nigh as 1 darst, ‘ an you can wade out." ; They were clad in a manner that was bardly calculated to make an impression on each other, yet Tim wore a soft place in hbis beart ever after, although that importrnt organ was reputed to be a rather hard specimen of its kind. F cy Higgins, dragging his scoop net beâ€" hind him in search of scallops, Persis was digging clams aloug the Bats. Whes Tim Heoderson first saw Perâ€" gis Hnyward, be was sailing up and down the harbor in his catboat, the Nanâ€" But it this prophecy should‘ ever beâ€" come a fact it is not unlikely that the "scalloper" would stand higher in "the kingdom of beaven." ‘This does not imâ€" ply that the summer visitor is not all right. Decidediy it wouid be hard to get mlong withont bim. But give the man who knows life his cboice, and it will be the Nantucket fisherman every time. Bome one has said that the time is not far away when "scallopers" and summer visitors will be the only residents of Nanâ€" tucket island. ‘This opinion savors of the pessimist and ougbt uot to be tolerâ€" ated. 2;‘00.‘57’.. to .8 oo‘-.z= "at tnt 205 3 ef te$ 365 205 205 204 308 208 208 %+°" "GURSS YOU DON‘T ENOW WHO 1 AM?" i tootato oo t t oarehs *u t td THE LASS WHO Bunchback Care away sho!} crerp, With Digizust and Doubt, forsoothi “m“rflb From the lip of Age and Youth And while Marian. trim of tread, B.to the candics all aglow, _ Wyly o‘cr the maiden‘s head mu‘uu.m-m Thes it‘s hat my inss, and heyt And it‘s hot my lad, and hil Frith, his wits are gone astray Who would iet the chance slip byt. "Tvik t srold hss with, Who shall make the cchoes 'i: Round the genial Christmas 100 WHV _ «4 LOVED A HNO. *3 "Well, you needn‘t s‘pose you‘re under any obligations. 1 see you‘re jest like all the rest o‘ the men. 1 want a man that is n man. 1 want a fellow that has someâ€" thin o‘ the hero in hi. 1 don‘t want any o‘ the trush that bas only suspicions when they see a man an a woman talkin together kinder friendly like." Sbe tornâ€" m]_?n her heel and walked away, tion the captain in charge watched the waves and the hungry shoals, stretch ing five miles toward the main, bowling and jashing like bungry lions, At sunâ€" down there was a deluge of cold rain, carried straight out, with a wind blowâ€" ing 60 miles an bour. The sand cut the ollskins of the surtmen like a knife, but Those who profess to understand haâ€" man nature have not yet given us a satisâ€" factory definition of the qualities that make a hero. Perhaps, after ail, it is only the lack of opportunity that keeps all of us from being hberoes. When that time comes, it is generally the hero himself that is most lnrwi-u{ ‘That is the way it was with Tim. Two days before Christmas, the following year, the weather vanes backed into the soutbwest for a second time. There was not much wind stirring, but the most dangerous thing about the weather someâ€" times is its caim. The sea captains emerâ€" itus said it was a "weather breeder," and so it was. The night before Christmas the southâ€" west wind had freshened ap and at dawn had reached that point which enâ€" titled it to being called a "scremmer." From the south shore cifeâ€" a{v's'{{ifi tion the captain in charge watched t for being n hero, be felt instead the mennest of men. If he had loved Persis Henderson, he worshiped ber mow, and It may scem strange to some that the few but incisive words she had spoken increased his pasâ€" slon tenfold. That was the last time â€"’l:l;;;:roko to her for over n year. That pei of his life was an int_orlmle‘ of blank agony. As "Why, 1 dunno, but 1 kinder you an me was goin togetber‘"‘â€" Ie epuldn‘t have done worse. She had stopped suddenly. ‘Tim Henderson, what do you mean? What have you to say about what 1 do? Bay, do you think you‘re captain o‘ this craft?" "Bee here, l‘;r}:li.-';'â€""l;ev'-'l;'egnnâ€"nnd speech cnme casy and without besitation â€""seems to me you‘re .nlfl;-lim:\s-yvrvtty close to them city fellers. An what do they care for you any way ?" It was all done in a minute. He did not often see Persis, but once in the midâ€" dle of the summer he met her when bis resentment was hot within him. ture. But there wore times when Persis did not see Tim. They were not many, to be sure, but enough to crush the life out of him. That Persis could ever be scen Inugbing and joking with a stranger and not see him when be passed killed his heart, summoned ail the baseness in his soul to the surfrace and at last made him the sepulcher of a once bappy naâ€" But, however the extremely virtuous may feel abont it, jealousy is no respecter of persons. When Tim passed the Sca View House, he always stretched his neek and looked for Persis. Persis genâ€" crally saw bimâ€"and wavred and smiled. The city people smiled, too, and thought it was so pleasant to see a happy pair of lovers, even in "humble life." s It happened when the summer senson bad begun. Tim had appeared in a new, trim surrey, and business was good, and the world looked sweet and lovely to him. It was a bappy winter for Tim, almost the happiest he had ever known. and it was not until summer came that be found a fiy in his ointment. There had been no expressed nnderstanding between the pair, but then understandings are not alâ€" ways put in words. It was only when Tim and Persis misunderstood each other that they approached the subject of their relations with each other. Tim was himsclf again when be went to No. 4 the next evening. He showed no resentment at the gibes which were aimed at him, and they finally censed. He only snid'.' "You jest wait till the dances beâ€" gin. This they did, and there was not a solâ€" emn face in the hall when be entered it the following week with Persis by the hand. Tim quickly turned, opened the kitchen door and departed without even saying good night. When he bad at last sailed through his difficulties of speech, Tim was standing on one leg, and there was perspiration on his brow. tem, were vainly trying to belp him exâ€" press himself. "You see," he continued, "we No. 4 boys have a series o‘ dances every winterâ€"that is, assemblies, we call ‘emâ€"an 1 kinder thought you might sortâ€" er like to go?" "Why, yes; certainly 1‘d like to You‘re real kind." "Well. I‘m gladâ€"tbat is, 1 might be if only"â€" Tim‘s arms, in a series of gesâ€" tures not modeled after the Delsarte aysâ€" "I wonder," be beganâ€"tbat is, 1 was thinkin sorterâ€"that is, whether you‘d ever daneed. Don‘t want to seem inquisâ€" itive, you know, only 1 kinder thought 1‘d like to know." "Why. yes, Tim, I can dance, an I like to, what‘s more." It was only when Tim started to that he approached the subject of bis rg it with a trepidation that was plainly visâ€" ible to Persis, as it might hare been to any one, He returned home to bis mother early that night, and the nest thing be went to see Porsis instead of going to No. 4. He was received with a warmth that brought the blood to his face and kept it there for the rest of the evening. _ e‘ The couversation was mainly devota$ to the past season and the prospects of the nest and the probable market quo tations on scallops when Lest came. Others wished Tim well, too, so thorâ€" oughly and unceasingly that be had no time to explain, if he had had words to explain bimself, whickh may well be doubted. ‘Well, I‘ll bet you it is so, for 1 seen him with that Hayward girl, seallopin, today. So now!" "Now, 1 jest want to know," sald an other. "Well, well, if it‘s su. I‘m glad o‘ h.d‘-!.t'. bigh time, Tim, an I wish you w Billy Kewcomb, who bad bappened to. be rabbit shooting uper Coatue when Tim bad taken on his cargo, had beep keeuly _ interested in the adventure. While others were MI:: solicitonsiy for tbe cause of Tim‘s he was biding his time. All they had got out of Tim bed espressed about as much as a crow‘s croak, but Billy got a rise. _ _ "I‘ll tell you what‘s the matter with Tim. He‘s in love." â€" "Never!" one deciared. "Tim‘s the last His companions noticed that Tim was sousually sient this evening. A from being a Sunduy schoul, common run of the Mp«hz ut««-uu-d"f.mmd is members. But this story does not deal with No. 4s affairs so wuch as with one of its _ But there “fi'i‘iu--u"’fi. silence in the 4 than shat. it rimes to & nâ€"..z the fras ."mi'hfl:-!_«w-l-m -m-&"‘-r j ns of the surtmen like a knife, but faced it and ‘walked their beats, for ‘eer n! sollf Lume namnne sa."" | nvide nad cerels ;m-:‘: At golf know mothing about it .‘. m':-'.. ut it But it may also be sald that mangy whe Lig&- the Spartan youth should be bron;;; ip gracefully and symmetrically. In "rree> te® rommended drncing with a view to educating the nlnd"an; hbody. for he looked on It as a health giving device. Damelng. in the earifer ngos dancing was adâ€" rocated ns A cure for sicknoss. Lyeurâ€" gus brought brck from India and Egypnt to Lacedremonia notions of medâ€" ‘co religlou® dances and enrcted that The old Tellow nrose from the chatr, hastily wiped the lather from his face and feft the shop as fast as his rheuâ€" matle legs would carry him to see nhout â€" the robbery.â€"Ciocipnat! En quirem 00 2 2052 2 20. "I see." said the loquacious Kapa as he stropped bis razor, "that thieves broke in yout house." "When?" gasped the ofd genticman. "Last night," was the answeor. "I read all about it in the morning‘s paper." An old genticman liying on Walput Hiilis with his grandchildren was left at bome with two servants one evening. The old man retired enarly, so Jid the servants, anod when the gentleman and his wife returned from the theater they found that the house had been entcred and robbed. The mutter was reported to the police, and an account of the robbery appeared in the next mornâ€" ing‘s papers. The old gentlieman had slept through it all, and the next mornâ€" ing he bied himself to Kaps‘ barber shop, gcar Peeties Corner, to be shavâ€" od, ignorant of the fact that the house bad boen robbed. Porhaps the best thing about the whole affair is that they understood cach other before the fatal tie was bound, and at least one woman bas proved that matriâ€" mony and a woman‘s independence are :;:« ‘:mnnrlly incompatible. â€" Boston \be. When Tim and Persis were married the next summer, there was a good deal of fuss made, especially by the summer visâ€" itors, but Tim says "their water line is jest nbout right to take ‘em over the bar, an Illey wouldn‘t do for deep water THE MAN WAS AGAIN SLOWLY CREEPING TOWARD THR BUOY. said: "I‘d done the same thing any time it 1 badn‘t stopped to think. ‘The first thing I knew I was out on that line, an I wouldn‘t swear that I was glad on it." The Papers Knew 1t Before He Did. Somebody remarks that Christmas night the wind had changed to nortbeast, and the rain had turned inâ€" to sleet and snow. But the weather did mot count with Persis. She bad the street to berself as she halt walked and balif‘ blew down Newtown way. Later she had Tim to herself too. Tim walked back to town. He resentâ€" ed any demonstration. He went home. Persis Hayward waited all day for him, but she did not understand him yet. If she thought it was for her that he risked bis life, she was mistaken. She learned about that afterward. It has never been really known what happened, but it has leaked out that Tim When they picked up Tim Henderson, already unconscious, they carried him to the station as tenderly as a mother gathâ€" ers her child to her arms. They had forâ€" gotten to cheer at first. That came later, when the waiting crowd saw the fisherâ€" man stepping forth into the open air. There was no timekeeper for that race with death. It seemed as it bours had passed when the buoy again yielded to the pull from the shore, and the two men were brought to safety. _ _ Once man and line parted and disapâ€" peared. _A low groan mingled with the storm. ‘Then the line flew up again, and the man was again slowly creeping toâ€" ward the buoy. yet somebow the breeches buoy held to ite trolley, and its buman freight staid, mdovl, feeling its way to the bank. captain of the vesse! was the last to come,. ‘The men bad cheered them all ag they were picked up, halt drowned, and carried into the station by willing hands. It was ready to cheer now as tbm:.utulwulbvlyennlulbm w Bntmmdkdontbdrmu- uttered, The line bad caught! reâ€" leased from the clutch of the waves, a dark object was tossed into the air. Each 1t was not a time to stop and consider. The life saving captain was about to speak to his men, to command them to go to aimost certain death, when a form shot out of the darkness and grabbed the life line. ‘The men on shore swore, not "softly," but above the roaring of the storm they were heard, and it seemed as if they called him a fool. No one knew who it was, for be was scarcely in view long enough, even if he could have been recognized. Each time the line fiew into the air the men on shore held their breath. moment it seemed as if the captain would be thrown into the sea. That moment would be his last, for nothing, not even a lifeboat, could live in that sea. _ * efa,; less than baif a mile away. But the veusel was acting and was loath to stand still .hnadutlv“ and tugged at the line over which ran muxumh&&‘“ ‘Three were already sa every moment it scemed as if the line would break. As the monntainous seas beared and broke over the cliffs the line and its burden were buried out of sight Then the line, released from its tension, sockets actod like a ery of fre on and its buman freight staid, smcs feeling its way to the bank. Iln-h & in of the vessel was the last "‘:.“ : ‘he men bad cheered them all h rof as o "l-m.h‘o-"d::ub:mm into the sta willing was ready to cheer now as :.""""l”. maF n was slowly coming shore | Pier ons work renn.s.2 air John B. Fischer, During the hot season of the year people are naturally thore particular about the meats they eat. £00D, TENDER and WHOLESOME % The Meat of It WATERLOO, â€" HONEST HARNESS AT Now is your time te get a bargain in a good Secondâ€"Hand Buggy; as I must sell the following rlgl to make room for a large stock of New Cutters and Sleighs : Seven Secondâ€"Hand Buggies. Oneâ€"Horse Demoerat Wagon. Twoâ€"Horse Democrat WITOIL + Roadcart, Cutter, Gang Plough. Horse shoeing as usual. Am known by the leading horsemen as a practicat horseshoer. Aâ€" Câ€" THOMAN, King St., Rast of Soott, 1 % 98 Famous Hergott‘s Block, 90 Gendron Road Racer at 98 Storm râ€"â€"â€" at 1 d Call and see them. Wheels cleaned for the winter for 1 00 99 Gendron Tandem at Q 1st class » ir J. K. Shinn & Co WATERLOO, work well done. Old frames reâ€" gilded and made as good as new at small cost. We have had a teleâ€" phone put in for the convenience of our customers. Ring up No. 267 when you need anything in our Undertakers and We make above lines, WINDOW SHADES CURTAIN POLES _ ___ _ PICTURE FRAMIN&, Erb Street opposite WATERLOO. Sgures for any style of werk at ‘Firvh claas work guarantocod, wWATERLOD Granite and Marb‘s Works meat is what they want. As we [slaughter nothing but the youngest and healthtest beeve our customers can always Be sure of getting delicious reasts and tender steaks. Cured Hams a Bpecialty . NEW BAKERY. JOHN STREBEL. NEW and 2nd Hand ‘ at cost. WATERLOO â€" ONT. SHAEFER BROS. Strebel‘s HARNESS SHOP Repairing at moderate rates, REtim Fte_nioss sns 5"’2""â€"5:! Store, Krueger Bros., The one price store th the NOTICE. % 3'-‘&‘-.“?-‘: mesnses HONEST PRICES, -'--Mbg'. 17