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reputation for silence and unsociability. Being of a poetic temperament, how Those who observed him noted that he could she refuse a proposal so poetic? frequently smiled to himself, and shook When the matter was settled, with pretty their heads ominously. Toward the end formalities too sacred for the eyes of outof the cruise it was seen that his face had siders, she looked up at him and exclaimed, taken on the seriousness of a great resolu- “Wouldn't you like to see the other tion, and it was evident that his mind plant? It turns out to have been very had been made up finally on some matter significant." of the gravest importance.

"It doesn't bear orange blossoms, does When Betty saw him coming up the it?” garden path after his return she was "Not exactly, but it bears something smitten with sudden confusion, but she almost as appropriate." managed to greet him with proper “Well, it will be the favorite plant in dignity. After the usual exchange of our garden some day. In fact, I think compliments and a few inquiries on her I'll have a whole garden full of it.” part regarding the cruise the conversa- "I have found how it got here," she tion became monosyllabic. As usual on explained as they passed through the

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HOMESTEAD, PA.—THE FIRST CARNEGIE LIBRARY, BUILT FOR THE USE OF THE HOMESTEAD EMPLOYEES.

Now used as an office for the Steel Company.- Van P. Ault, Phot. such occasions she reverted to the bulb to garden. One of Donald's children start it again.

brought it home from the woods and pat “I have taken good care of our bulb it among the bulbs. He recognized it since you left. It has blossomed at last.” and threw it away.”

“I have also watched the growth of When Jack saw the plant he laughed something you planted, and it has also loudly, and their laughter mingled into blossomed.” he said like one who had music. On the little mound where Betty carefully rehearsed a part.

had planted the bulb there bloomed as “That I planted? I don't understand. fine a Jack-in-the-pulpit as anyone would And she looked at him with wide-eyed wish to see. wonder. She observed, however, that he “It looks just as if it were ready to looked very athletic and that a tanned perform the marriage service and give us complexion became him.

its blessing,” said Jack as he kneeled to “Y-yes. I have watched what you remove a little weed that showed its planted, and it has blossomed into love. I head near by. have come to ask if you will care for that Betty very appropriately kneeled beflower in my heart forever.”

side him.

Gerald's Wife.

BY IZOLA FORRESTER.

Copyright, 1906, by Ruby Douglas. Broderick swung off the 4:35 express, walked quickly up the steps leading from the railroad platform and took his first look at Pineville. Those who lived in Pineville proper were contented to call it Pineville. Gerald had written that they did not live in Pineville proper, but in Pineville-by-the-sea, otherwise Pineville improper.

All that Broderick saw were pines,

“ The Vaughans? Oh, Mr. Gerald Vaughan and his wife? It's a brown house down near the shore, with a wide veranda and a funny roof. About a mile straight down the road.”

A wide veranda and a funny roof. That sounded like Gerald. He wondered how Gerald's wife liked it. Beatrice was artistic but not artistically eccentric. She had a horror of things odd, bizarre, So called bohemian, and yet she had married Gerald And Gerald's brother knew that Gerald was utterly odd, bizarre and bohemian, so called.

He walked on down the flat white

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MANSION OF MR. CAREY, PRES. OF THE STEEL TRUST, HOMESTEAD, PA.-Van P. Ault. Phot. plenty of them, a flat white ribbon of ribboned roadway and wondered whether roadway and a bit of a postoffice, roughly he would find her like the girls Gerald shingled, in the midst of the nearest had always admired. A lithesome, limp, clump of pines. He stepped into the blessed damozel type, with close silky postoffice as the central spot of civiliza- gowns and loose floppy hair. Last sumtion. Some one was stamping letters mer she had not been that type. He behind the glass inclosure, a girl with thought of the trim girl figure holding smooth dark hair. Beatrice had smooth the rudder of the Water Lily that last dark hair.

day. She had been more than the sort of He watched the girl stamping letters girl to fall in love with. She had been a with interest and wondered why some good fellow, a stanch friend. And as he one did not tell her to wear her smooth watched her he had stopped rowing, and dark hair in two soft braids around her they had drifted slowly in the sunset head, crown fashion, as Beatrice did. glow that flooded the lake while he

“Where do the Vaughans live, please?" told her. he asked finally, when the stamping There had been no actual engagement. ceased.

He had nothing to reproach her with. He had not been in a position to ask her to be his wife then, but he had thought a girl like Beatrice had meant more by a kiss, a hand clasp, a few vague words of understanding, than other girls. He had thought she might wait until next summer. And now, in April, he had returned to New York to learn that Gerald was in disgrace, had married on nothing, eloped to Pineville-by-the-sea, N. C., and his wife was Beatrice Stafford.

Gerald's mother had said they were penniless. Gerald's father had remarked that he didn't give a rap.

They could exist upon love and art.

More or less for Beatrice's sake and a little for Gerald's, Gerald's brother had taken it upon himself to visit the bridal

He had not expected to see her face to face so soon or alone. Neither had he expected her to act as she did. The color rose in her cheeks, tipping even her ears with pink. It was an old habit. He remembered it.

"I thought you were in London,” she said.

“You don't give a fellow a very decent welcome after he's traveled from London to this wilderness to say congratulations.'

He stepped into the hall after her. She hesitated and laughed, looking at her floured hands.

"I can't shake hands with you, andthe biscuits are in the oven. I shall have to watch them. Do you mind coming out to the kitchen?"

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FOREGROUND Not so pretentious a residence as the steel king's mansion, but has the distinguishing feature of a home where peace and happiness dwell.-C. A. Cline, Phot. couple and help Gerald. Smothering his He didn't mind. There appeared to be own love, he had made up his mind that only three rooms—the studio-sitting room, as long as Beatrice had married the dining-room and the kitchen. CollapVanghan she should not suffer from it. sible ready-in-a-minute studio divans were

There was no bell at the door of the in the sitting-room and dining-room in little brown house with the funny roof. lieu of bedrooms. It was all charmingly, It was merely a bungalow in weathered most uncomfortably odd, bizarre and boshingles, and he pounded on the door lus- hemian. tily until it opened and Beatrice stood be- "Where's Gerald?" he asked when he fore him.

had found a chair in the kitchen. She was not the blessed damozel type Beatrice knelt beside the stove to look yet. Her smooth dark hair was wound at the biscuit. He could not see her face. about her head in just the same crown “He went to the postoffice for the last fashion, and she wore a short dark blue mail. You must have missed him.” linen skirt and a white shirt waist. The "Well, what ever made him come to sleeves were rolled to her elbows, and this lost corner?from her finger tips to elbow dimples “Oh, because it was the chance of somehere was flour sprinkled.

thing definite, you know! Don't you

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W. H. Mulvey, Div. 253 R. X. Kennedy, Div. 333. Chr.

R. W. TIurley, A.C.C.E. 11. Mannheid, Div. 597.

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know? she added quickly, seeing the “Marry Gerald! I?"

Someone was puzzled look on his face. "Well, Gerald's coming along the white roadway. From cham, Netherby Ames, broke all to pieces the kitchen window two figures could be last fall from overwork and so on, and he seen, and she pointed to them. “There is was ordered down here. And he couldn't Gerald, and that is his wife, my sister afford to come and stay indefinitely, so he Barbara. I am merely attendant star to pulled a few wires, and things happened. the honeymoon. They brought me along He was made postmaster here at Pineville. to-well, to make the biscuit." And he got lonesome and healthy and A minute later and Broderick met the workful again a month ago, so Gerald's in bridal couple on the wide veranda under his place, and he's in New York. Don't the funny roof. The bride was the girl you see it? It was really very definite with the smooth dark hair who had been and businesslike and right under the cir- stamping letters, and she laughed at him. cumstances.

"I knew who you were, but I wanted “Oh, certainly, ander the circumstances,” Gerald all to myself, and I knew Beatrice agreed Broderick. “So old Gerry's post- would take care of you." master instead of artist.”

"She did," answered Broderick happily, “Both," she corrected. “He has lots of and as the rest went into the house he time to study, and it's good for him—the paused to brush off traces of flour from responsibility, I mean. You wouldn't his coat collar. But Beatrice burned the know him.”

biscuit. I suppose not,” assented Broderick uneasily. He tried to reconcile his little

A March Mistake. circle of the universe, to make the chaotic jamble fall into place and harmonize.

BY JEANNE O. LOVEAUX. Gerald, Gerald the helpless, erratic, fantastio, irrational, joyous hearted, penni.

Copyright, 1906, by M. M. Cunningham. less, artist, a person of matrimonial re- "Elsie, John Fielding is waiting for sponsibility, a postmaster. But then he

you downstairs." remembered the young smooth-haired per. Elsie looked up to see her mother in the son stamping letters. Of course Gerald door and dropped the warm cloak she was had found his usual way out of the diffi- about to put on. She was a quiet, gentle calty. He had hired some Pineville lass girl, so unassuming that her dark pretti. to do the heavy work, and he drew the sal- ness was more unnoticed than it deserved ary. It was like Gerald. But there was to be. It had been long since John had Beatrice, Beatrice making biscuit. He come to see her in the old

friendly fashion looked at her with troubled eyes, seeing of the time before Rose Lisle moved to endless vistas of Beatrice making biscuits their town. The girl gave another touch throughout the years.

to her smooth hair. Her mother stood “Don't you miss New York?”

watching her and then remarked: “Oh, so much!” she said. “I'll never "Mrs. Dent told me today that John be happy until I get back.”

and Rose have been out for over a month. "Have you given ap your own work?" He has just come home. If a quarrel

"Only for the time being. I shall take with Rose is all that sends him to you, I it ap again, of course. I shall have to." should think that'-Elsie wheeled im

Broderick's hands tightened in a sud- patiently. den grip. So she was to work again, turn "Mother, John and I have always been out her endless succession of little wash good friends, and I shall not question any illustrations for second rate monthly mag- motive that brings him to see me, I shall azines. Gerald would not mind, would always be the same to him. You can't not see the point. He would think he expect a man so deeply in love as he is was being broadminded and bohemian to with Rose to be regular in his attention let his wife carry on her own art irrespect- to his girl friends. And no one could ive of him. But Beatrice saw the point. help loving a beauty like Rose.

She's He rose from his chair suddenly, his

good, too." face white with the anger and love he Elsie greeted John as if she had seen had smothered. Before he could stop him yesterday and soothed his evidently himself the words came leaping to his overwrought mood with a gentle, half lips:

laughing tact. He was tall and blond, "Why did you do it?"

with fine blue eyes which tonight were “Do what?"

clouded, and his face was a little careworn. She stood beside the little bare kitchen Sometimes he gave random answers as if table, her face raised to his, her eyes he had not heard what she said. After a bright with startled wonderment at his half uneasy hour of the March twilight tone.

he turned to her in awkward masculine Why did you marry Gerald?”

gratitude for her patience with him.

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