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Ulla 0| ills" Bill so wayward, so provoking, so lovable, so pretty! But he was much too old. Matthew came of Quaker stock in the City of Brotherly Love, he was customed was she to his indulging her every whim. . _ . 'Give the poor cripple a dime,” she be had settled down for his evening’s began in her absurd way. . “Certainly,” said Matthew With grave politeness. and. he took a bright down the hall, followed/by a gentle Matthew Halliday sighed. She waslnew dime out of a little roll of cows. tap at his door. fresh from the mint and handed it to her. So she looked a little disconcertâ€" ed and abandoned this method of at- tack. ' “Matthew, I am bankrupt, insol- vent, forced to make an assignmen‘,” she said in a plaintive, Spoiled-child temperamentailly sedate, and at 38 felt . tom_ "1 want some money__,, 10, of himself to be quite a Methuselah. Be- sides, she had so to speak, grown up at Matthew’s knee, he having stood to her and her brother in loco parenâ€" tis for something like twelve yearsâ€" ever since Matthew’s best beloved friend, Howard Joy, took his invalid wife away 'for a sea voyage, leaving his two children in the good care of a maiden aunt, and his business affairs in the safe hands of Matthew Halliâ€" day, bankerâ€"ever since the good ship Aurora went down in a fearnt gale in the \Vest Indies. Aunt Patty tried to do her duty by the children thus bereft, but she was one of those dear, .dumpy, yielding spinsters born to be the prey of youthâ€" ful vandals. The young people loved her dearly, ruled her ruthlessly, and ' laughed at her little code of laws for .the order of their being. _ It was at her hysterical behest that Matthew stepped in at this juncture and took the reins of government. It was he who planned the education of the children, and who, deaf to their I wailings, kept them steadily to their tasks. It was he who made their holi- days glorious and gave them splendid rewards of merit. But now the term. of Matthew’s self- lmposed guardianship was over. HOWâ€" mrd Joy, Jr., had made a successful start in the world, and was quite ready to give dear old Mat any pointers he needed about life in general. As.for Miss Evelyn Russell Joy, as she invariably and unabbreviatingly subscribed herselfâ€"whom Matthew tailed. " Eve,” or oftener, " Miss Idle- Wild "â€"well, she, too, had made asucâ€" cessful start in life after the manner of girls. She was 19, just half my age, Mattherw often dismially reflected; she had. charm with all its power of win- ning love, she was coquctte to the finger tips, and she was most fair to Ice. Besides all this, she was a little bit of an heiressâ€"and many» swains tame riding by. Matthew watched all this with a patient sort of despair. Fool! he call- ad himself with very hearty self~con- tempt. A girl who patronized, coaxed, leased or snubbed him as though he were an elderly relative! The man who would subdue this " Dear Lady Dis- iain” was some dashing hero who Would take her heart by storm. She walked over him. with ruthless little feet, and he was her patient, idoring slave. Dreading her ridicule, ind desiring above all things to preâ€" iervc the status quo, wherein be en- ryed a certain miserable species of appiness, he had never spoken aword if love to her. She frankly told him all her love Lffairs, often. innocently, stabbing him with her confidenoes, and beguiled him, 2r bullied him, into disposing of her ido-rers when they became troubleSOme, [‘his she required: him to do by virtue at his whilom- guardianship, the pres- tige of which she carefully preserved ‘lor such occasions. She was the more dependent on Mat- lhcw in such matters, as Howard was Itraightâ€"laced, somewhat of a prig. ind very severe on her frivolities. It was to quash a darling plan of his pretty sister that he stalked into Matthew’s office one morning, his brow wrinkled in a protentous frown. “Mat,” he said abruptly. " It seems :0 me Evelyn has been spending money like the deuce lately. Haven’t you been letting her draw her interest ahead if time 7" Matthew rcddencd guiltily. He still lad charge of Evelyn‘s finances, though- ihe Joy property had been divided and Howard had drawn out his share. ” Sometimes she has anticipatedâ€"a little,” he said, slowly, " but it is no great matter." "But it is very bad for her," said Howard, with a parental air. "You mowi yourself, Mat, she has no more deal of business thian'a butterfly. She iught to learn to live ‘within her in- me. And she is becoming quite veckless about money matters and- ither things." Matthew pricked up his ears. “What vther things 3" “ Well, to tell you the truth, I think ihe has got into a rather fast sot." Matthew’s Quaker hair rose. “What lo you mean f” be asked, staring at Howard in alarm." “Why, it is chiefly that playâ€"writm ing fellow, Duval. Helms a comedy to be brought out in New York next week ind about twenty young people here; propose to make up a. party for the first night.‘ Evelyn is among them. [‘hey have a rather good chaperon, as .t happens, butâ€"â€"" " She mIIISt DOl? g0," Said Matthew;% would, she could not overcome. "I thought you'd see it that way,’ ; money, in factâ€"for a very speciaili pur- pose. May I hive it i" “A lot ’6” repeated Matthew. "Yes; that is, at least a hundred.” Matthew lo: ked grave. “What is the special purpose?” be inquired, fervent- ly hoping she would tell him all about the proposed theatre party. “That’s a secret,” said. Miss Idle;- wild, with an air of mystery. "I can not let you have any money just now, Eve," he said gently, af er a pause, and as he! spoke be carefully avoided her eye and stared with rapt absorption at the carpet. “Hui, MaHhew. I haven’t any mon- ey,” she said piteously, half laughing, half embarrassed, “and Howard is so [mean he will not lend me any. I shall have to sit on ihe curbstone and sell lneerlles if nobody will take pity on 1118-”, | "You have overdrawn your account ,several months deep,” said Matthew, 5still studying the carpet. "It is wrong for me to allow you to do this." "But now, when I want it so bad. ly. It is cruel to refuse me now. I will economize after this, Matthew. I will, indeed.” Poor Matthew found it ;hard not to yield to her, but Howard’s iwords, "fast set," recurred to him, and he steeled himself against her pretty beseeching, ~ "Matthew. please,” she said after a .pause, with just a little tremble in her voice and an expression on her face which should have melted an iceberg. But Matthew was looking at the carpet. - Perhaps that was why he had. strength to say "No" again, and in such a way that Miss Idlewild knew that all her pretty pleading was wast- 'ed. Then, of course, she blazed up! in- to anger, her eyes flashing and checks hot with indignant feeling. I "Of course you can do as you, choose Iabout it,” she Said, which; was a rather Isuperfluous remark under the circum- :stances, "[ mean it only for the best, Eve,” he said sadly. "This unwise project -:-but here he stopped, rather horri- fied at himself for having nearly be- trayed Howard. . "That is my affair,” she interrupt- cd With terrible dignity. "Besides, you know nothing of the ‘project,’ whether it is unwise or not. It is the money you refuse me.” Matthew shivered and looked at the carpet very hard indeed. “Hereafter,” continued Miss Idle- l terribly iMight he ,not have even peace? was it that manner,” he said, with an of- â€"..________________________â€"-. was not to be disturbed. It was about fifteen minutes later, just as reading, when he heard the door bell ring, then quick footsteps running He did not say "Come in," but got up, with some irritation, and opened the door. It was Miss Idlewild, in evening dress, with a frothy-Looking Ipink thing over her head and Shouldersâ€"- laughing and out of breath. Now Matthew had been fathoms decrp in a formidable looking tomeâ€" trying to find'forgelfulness in_ study, and. moreover, he was very strict about matters of dlclconum. So he frowned at ,the apparition, lovely though it way, and hardened his heart. 1 “May I come in 1” she said demure- )7 Matthew looked at her unsanilingly still holdimg on to the door. ‘ "Abby is out," he said. "She has gone with some ladies for, a lecture." "Hnrw lively for her!" said Miss Idlewild rather quickly. Apparently she was her old self this evening. “Perhaps you had better go into the sitting mom," said Matthew, in a tone which he meant to be at once pio’ife and crushing. The girl laughed, not The abfl°h9d. and made a little bow. "Your hmpitality owrwhclms me," she said mockingly. "\Vhyi not invite me to sit in the hnll‘l" “Come in,” said Matthew, shortly, dropping his, hand from the door. \Vas she laughing at his misery? least his angry reflection. "It was. what dreadful Beecher.” she said confidentially. "I had bribed Perkins not to admit him, but of course, Howard happened to l.‘6 at the door when he rang, and so I was iin for it. Howard is soâ€"so liberal. So I_ fled im desperation. That. dread- ful boy! He is waiting for me now. I guess he thinks I'm Drinking." "Did youcome over here with no wrap but that flimsy thing 9" asked Mal-thew, looking his vorry crossesl‘. “Yes, grandmother.” This was what ,she called Matthew when he lectured ' her. He had hithcirto borlne such jibes in pnf‘ir‘nf’ silnnce. but tonight if anger- ed him. She» ibinks in truth T am a "Grandmother’fl he thought. bitterly. "I object to you addressing me in fort. "I beg your pardon, Matthew," she said, lcrckmg a little brightened. “It was only in fun." Then he said: "You will take cold going back. I will send for a shawl. and ne rang the bell as he spoke. "I won’t have any shawl,” saidI Miss Idlcwiid, pettishly. "First you re- ceive me as if I were a chimney sweep then you scold me for a mere harm- wild, with a grand air, “I will manage, less jest, and now you want me to my own money matters. Then I will , know just how much I have and spend it as I please, without begging for it. I am of age, and I will not endure such treatment any longer.” lAll ‘this she said in anger, never dreamlng that long-suffering Mat; thew would take her at her word. .",Very well,” he said, and he was a little paler ’as he spoke. “I will take steps to this end at once. You will find I have not abused my trusti" Incensed as she was, Miss Idlewild’s head drooped with something like shamc at these words. : Never in her life had Matthew spoken to her like this, never before had she fell; abashed and frightened in his presence. A swnft sense of his fidelity and her own ingralzitude rushed over her. “Matthew!” she faltered, and she tom; a step forward, but he turned away. "You will pardon me if Ileavei you," he said formally, "‘I am very busy this morning." He held the door open for her, and Wlih burning cheeks sbe hurried out, and no work was spoken by ,either as they parted. Matthew could not have been so very busy, as he said, for after his9 ‘ , ViSitor was gone he sat there at his! "I'm Going 10 take‘you h‘Olll'e DOW." desk a long time, motionless, with his head bowedâ€"still staring at the car-, pet. Of course, she afterward made an abject apology for her behavior, call- ing Matthew the best, the kindest friend a girl ever had and herself a wicked ingrate. And she put on an! wear a shawl! I won’t do it.” "You Will." "Well, you will sec. Besides, I am not going home yetâ€"mot. until that 'stupied beecher has gone. MSL “me he came lie weptâ€"actually weptâ€"all over the carpet. I had to put on my rubbers/f But Matthew was proof against non- sense. Not a smile escaped him. A huge gray shawl arrived per maid and he began to unfold; it, with a deter- mined cye. . i “l tell you 1 won't wear it," she said lplelulantly, but she was growxng [rather pink with apprehension as Mat- thew steadily advanced, the shawl out- spread in his hands. "I can’t think what- makes youi so unkind to me,” said Miss Idlewild, weakening and growing pathetic. "It was dreadful of me to speak to you as I did that day, but I’ve tried to show you that I was ‘sorry for it. It isn't fair to go on visiting that upon me. You treat me as iIâ€"«as ifâ€"” Here Miss ldlcwild paused, unable to proâ€" cecd, and turned her vface away. Matthew construed this as a base cziipitulatiorn to escape the shawl, so he was nut moved, by it. he said, "and I want you to wear this. Let me put it around you.” . "I won't have it l” she exclaimed, excitedly, tears gathering in her eyes. "Now, Evelyn," said Matthew grave- ly, "that is childish. It is a winter night. You have on an. indoor. dress You‘ must put on a wrap. And. pro- fli" 0" Penitence and humility WhiCh l- bably Miss Patty and Howard are‘ un- was very sweet and unusual. Not a word more did she speak about the, theater party. She implored him to easy about you. Come, be reasonable." “I will go home," said Miss Idlewild I in a trembling V0l(:e, "since you are so keep her finances in his hands, andi when he steadily refused she broke down and cried so grievously that he yielded from sheer fright. l I But he was silently determined to; lyleld up his stewardship the first op-} lplortunity. it must get away from iti all, ha thought, with a sickening sense? got what this would-mean to him. I! gbave been dreaming a foolish di'nam.‘ ,What she saidâ€"she could not hovel i saidâ€"ifâ€"éâ€" ' , Poor Mattth was cut to the heart] iHe. was very kind to her, but he did lnot call her Eve any more, and there 'was a sort of coldness and apathy in. .his manner to her which, try as she‘ Certainly she tried to make amends Howard replied! W‘“1 a sausrled a"alto him in a thousand ways. Indeed, “So all you have to do when she de- mands money for this expedition, is; lo say. 'No.’ You can do this, because ihe has overdrmwin her account." "Is that the only way?" he asked. ; while he thought, with a pang, ‘I bust refuse herâ€"I must cause iliSap- pointmentf" . . ' ' "The only way. I tried to reason th her; Aunt Patty coaxed herâ€"alll no effect. She is bent on going." Two or three days after the visit: of , Howard’s Miss Id'lewild went down lawn to see Matthew in his office at me bankâ€""on business," as she said, lemurely,. Matthew felt like . an ogre in the ask before him. and what made it larder to ban r, he knew that she never [reamed he would refuse her, so ao- l l hcr manner to him was so much gen- llcr that he began to think that she anxlous to be rid of me. But I do not need either you or the shawl." "You will, nevertheless, have bothl on this occasion," sail Matthew stern- ly. "And I will not discuss the matter . With you any longer,” So saying he Went up to her and put the shawl around her, whether she would or not. In trying to evade 'him she stumbled. and he caught her, Shaw! and all, in his arms. Matthew always said he completely lost his head at this moment. He for- got himselfâ€"forgot everything but that the girl he loved was in his arms â€"at last! "Eve!" he said desperately. holding her close, and all his pentâ€"up. man’s soul breaking its bonds. "you know that I love you!” THE SCIENCE OF BED MAKING. u-u-i .l Feather Bid and Slight Cover-lug Arc Esscnllul for Coinrorlnble Reposeâ€"Some Expert Bed Makers. The science and practice of bed mak- ing has undergone a radical change in the past few years. In newly done- over and decorated houses, nothing could be more impressive, more lux- uriOus and more radical in its depar- ture from the hitherto accepted laws of hygiene than the new beds. The model just now in the houses where antique mahogany sweeps ev- erything before it is the Georgian bed. Three could sleep, with an abundance of stretching room, in the area inclosâ€"‘ ed. by the four massive carved posts of one of these big couches and three mat- tresses are required to bring the sleeping platform up to the required and in w.nter on top of these reposes a mighty tick stuffed ‘full of the best white goose feathers. When these re- quirements are fulfilled the fullâ€"fledg- ed Georgian bed is dressed with great attention to detail and elegance. Old brocade edged with bullion fringe is used for the hangings and counterpane that sweeps the floor, and. the coat of arms of 'the owner is carved on the “NAB BOARD OF THE COUCH. It ,is not everybody who can lay hands on a genuine carved Georgian bed 00 dress i]. in antique brocade, but even the modern brass and iron bed or dress it in antique brocade, featherâ€"stuffed mattresses for. winter use are no longer a mere fashion but are. a general custom. For half a cen- tury the feather bed has been‘lookcd upon very coldly by experts in hygiene, but recently both with regard to the hangings. and the feather mattress, a change of heart has come and delicate, nervous neuralgia, rheumatic women and particularly elderly persons and those afflicted with insomnia have been recommended to take the feather bed cure in the winter. Queen Victoria is one of the shining proofs of the effic- uicy of the feather bed, for where she leather traveling jacket goes too, and always the curtains are drawn about the head of the bed to shut off the the head of the bed to shut off any draughts. Queen Victoria and her doc- tors believe that the proper way to sleep in winter is in a cold room luxurâ€" iously lapped in a nest of feathers that preserves all the heat of the body and necessitates in the coldest weather, a covering. of only one pair of blankets and a down quilt, The modern bed, so-ca lled hygienic, requires more heavy covering than a pair of tired shoulders can stand, and the hair mattress con- stantly dissipates the human heat in- stead of conserving it, besides drawing away that priceless force, human elec~ bricity; at least that is what advocates of the feather bed say. All this drain the feathers prevent, the easily yielding surface they present permits perfect relaxation of the mus- cles, that an never be gained on a bed of even the best hair. \Vith the com.- ing of the eighteenth ’centu-ry type of English bed the feather mattress was introduced and now there are numbers of women who h‘ave'not only learned their virtues but like the queen of England travel about with their beds done up in leather cases. Some of the rheumaticsand sufferers from cold feet have pronounced them- selves free from their afflictions when luxuriating A M'ONG THE FEATH ERS. Feather beds are coming 'into use as well in nurseries, and though for children the Georgian fourposter is not yet the fashion, the gayest beds are made -to chime in with the schemes of nursery decoration. Charmingly carved and painted wooden beds are newly in- troduced, else they have brass or some- timres silver let into the dark wood, in appropriate scenes and inscriptions. On the headboard of a light maple bed for example, will be painted a night scene of clouds across the moon, and a flight of owls; on the footboards a line of caroling cock greeting the sun ty- pifies morning. So prominent are the beds in hand- some sleeping rooms nowadays, that it is no wonder their clothing shows ‘all the art and lavish beauty and :of a‘fashionable woman‘s wearing ap- lparel. Sheets of especial fineness are ’ made with broad bands of drawn work running about the four sides, and lin- cn. lace whipped on the edges. The costly blankets are sent to a nee- dle woman before they are ready for use, to have their edges lightly scallop- ed and buttonholeâ€"stitched with silk {and a monogram worked in the cor- ners. Duvets covered with china silk {show u fluff of valenciennes frills and l pinked, flounccs about their edges, and the huge sham pillows used by day are upholstered exactly to accord with the :diivct. Added to this luxuriousucss N i | I half way through she forgot. WHISTLE AWAY. Whistle away, my merry boy, With happy (Ice and heart of joy. I! it will help you to be strong. Whistle I tune when things go wrong. And whistling lightens ii for you. If e’er your task is hard to do, ththcr it be sowing the seeds, Boeing the corn or pulling weeds; Gathering fruit or raking hay 0r driving cows, whistle sway. Whistle a tune. if you can't sing. And that should seem tlimnext best thing That you can do. Perhaps 'twill cheer The hearts of some who chance to hear. Better to whistle than to pout And scold and fret, no one can doubt~ ‘ So keep a mi-rry heart. my lad, And thus make other people glad. Do all the good you can each day, And as you toil whistle away. ‘ ~Toronto Truth. *IT KILLED THE CHILD. The Sad Result of Over-taxing a Lit- tle One'i Mental Ability. “Speaking about precocious children," said a i-csidcnt of North Indianapolis a. few evenings ugo. "reminds me of an in- cident which occurred about three years ago in this locality. The family in ques- tion livin in a beautiful cottage home on Clifton street. The parents were well ed- ucated, and they had three children- two boys and a girl. The boys were rath- er slow, as the world Would term it, in their mental capacity, while the girl was unusually bright and precocious in her nature. The parents were very proud of her and taught her easy verses and sto- ries which she would i-cpcat ut the re- quest of her mother’s friends, who woo dci'ed at her brilliaucy. “At last the mother thought if she could touch her to repeat ‘Curfcw Shall Not Ring 'l‘oiiight’ with accuracy and proper expression she would accomplish a wonderful feat and her little 3‘ycul'-old tot would be the admiration of the entire city. So she sci about to accomplish the task and spent many long and weary days before the little one could repeat the poem. a task which is dillicult for one of mature years and much training as an elocutionist. Finally her dream was realized. Hcr baby. in her childish talk and simplicity, could rcpcai the [mom word for word. and in her dimpch hands shc Would emphasize the strongest pus- sages with the manor gcstul'e. “One night they gave a party and invit- ed their friends. During the evening the guests. knowing the remarkable ability of the child, asked her to spch for them. The mother, anxious to astoiiisli her 3068 a big tickfll‘l 0f feathers in its" guests with her baby's wonderful memo- ry. asked her to speak ‘Curfew Shall Not Ring ’l‘oniglit.’ "The child was tired and slccpy, but she hccdcd her mother’s request. She bcgan the diflicult task. and when about Hcr inoth~ er liclpcd her out by prompting. and she continued. Finally she hesitated again and said: “ ‘1 tan't ’mcmber it, mamma.’ “At last. tii-cd and slccpy, she sunk down on the floor and fell aslccp. The mother carried her to her bed and snugly tuckcd the covers about her. but the little one was nervous. and in a short time symptoms of brain fever began to devel- op. All through the night in her delirium she would cry out: “ ‘I tan’t ’nicmber it, mamina.’ “The fond parents. realizing tlicir mls take, did all in tbvir power to l‘OSiOl‘O the little one to health again. but it was too late. The months of weary toil and the climax of the night were too much for the childish nature and ability of the babe, and before dawn she had passed in- to that peaceful slccp which knows no waking. No; it does not pay to tax the mental ability of In child bcyond its sti‘engtb.”â€"Indianapolis Sentinel. Bound to Be Safe. Washington has an old blind colored man who makes his living by traveling from door to door sclling matches. As he is a good natured old fellow be has many friends, who are careful to see that he is in need of nothing. One day not long ago his customers heard that be and his fami-l ly had had the misfortune to lose their house and their few personal belongings by fire. Many offers of assistance were made. The morning following his loss the old man was on his boat as usual. A' certain lady who took considerable inter- est in him gave him an overcoat and some other clothes for himself and his wife. It being early in the day. the lady said, “Uncle Joe, you’d bctter leave these things here till you go home tonight.” “No.” said Uncle Joe; “it ain’t no use. I'm gwlne to kcrry ’om ’long." “Yes, Uncle Joe.” said the lady, “but they’ll be heavy and bother you.” "Dat’s all right. missus,” sold the darky, “but I liaiii't gwine to run no chances, for [’39 fll'l'llld when l gits back you’ll change your notion.”-â€"-Wasbington Star. Good Toothpickl Are Scarce. Toothpicks are a necessity of civiliza- tion, and it is the hardest job in tho world to obtain a satisfactory one. The old fashioned goose quill ruins the gums, causing them to i'cCcde, which means “sans teeth" at 50. The hard pine pick should land its nuikcr iii the pciiiteiitiai'y. The soft, white pine pick is a joy. The orange wood pick, "made in Portugal"â€" and why made in Portugalâ€"48 white, sweet, smooth, strong and pliable. It will not sliver, and does not injure the enamel. It is genuine and chcap-«BUU for 10 cents. 'l‘cetli are i-ciiiorselessly disap- l there are beds with big satchel; pillows bearing. and dciilisis attribute it to picks. that lie all day between the sheets Then he released her quickly with an and when taken out at night sur- had guessed his sccrctâ€"th-it shc piticd EXPI'PSS‘OH 0n hi3 fill-'8 33 05 one 33" round the sleeper with a sleep invit- him. Malthcw lived only about block from the Joys, and Evelyn was in the habit of running in and out of his house as if it were her own. She was a very special pet of Miss Abby, Matthew's maiden sister, who kept house for him, and who knew nothâ€" ing about the girl’s latest importinâ€" cnce to her brother. Perhapsâ€"women are sharp in such mattersâ€"she may have guessed Matthew's secret, but if so, she never made any sign. Matthew weint into his study one eveming about 8 O’clock and! closed the door, giving strict orders that he ‘pep’ting the heaven“ ‘0 fa‘ll- Bul 1!“ ing fragrance of violets or roscleaves. half a stcad of falling the. heavens seemed to +â€" BORN‘ AGAIN. open their golden gates to Matthew, for Miss ldlewild. all swa-thed as she was like an Egyptian ,mummy, looked up at him with wet. laughing eyes. "It look you a long, time to make up your mind, Matthew," she said plainrlivnly. Mamma 2 Yes, dear. lelainma, is it twoo 'at God makes mcns out o’ dust? That’s what the Bible teaches us. 'Wcll, ’en, imunma, it mus‘ a' bin rain when Uncle Jack was born. 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