Worn out, nervous women, receive
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TV hen the blood fails to feed the
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AN HONORIBLE JREGEDENT.
BY B. B. MARRIOTT-WATSON.
“But don’t you think," said I to Miss
Hewitt, “that the end justifies the
means?” She shook her head. “Oh,
no,” she said; “that’s Jesuitical.” “Well
now, here’s an example,” I suggested.
“You are anxious to sell the contents
of this stall, aren’t you?” “ h, yes,”
responded Miss Hewitt. “And you
would be delighted if someone were to
come and buy it all up? It would be
of such use to the charity.” “Certain-
ly,” said Miss Hewitt, promptly. “And
would vex Miss Chudleigh over the
way?” I added. Miss Hewitt looked at
me with suspicion, but I’m sure I was
very demure. “Oh, it would be nice, of
course, to be successful,” she assented.
“It would mean fifty pounds.” “May
I trouble you for another ice,” said
I, .feeling that I was bound to do some-
thing after that. “Thank you—straw-
berry. VVell, as was saying, if you
could find a means of getting rid of all
this, and thereby benefiting the
charity by so much, you would (eel dis-
posed to take it, even if it wasn’t
quite—well—quite, you know.” “I
wouldn’t do anything dishonest,” put
in Miss Hewitt quickly. “On, I wasn’t
talking of anything dishonest,” 1 pro-
tested. “I was only thinking that
there mizht be other means, not dis-
honest, ya 1 kn )w, but just a. little—
well, no. quite conventional, you
know.”
“What sort of means?” asked Miss
Hewitt curiously. “Why now,” I said,
“you have sold very little all the day,
haven’t you?” Miss Hewitt bit her
lips, and a discousolate look came into
her face. “While I’ve been here.” I
said, “you have only disposed of two
pairs of stockings, one woolen com-
forter for the hot weather, and a sort
of—a kind of—I didn’t quite see, but I
thought it looked like a—” “I know I
haven’t sold much,” broke in Miss
Hewitt hastily, and with a slight ac-
cession of calor. “You have only
bought a few ices.” I looked medita-
tive. “So I have," I said, feeling that
another call was made upon me. “I
wonder if I might—no; perhaps better
not; I suppose you haven’t such a
thing as a baby‘s perambulator, Miss
Hewitt?” Miss Hewitt was not amused;
she had only an eye to a bargain.
“No,” she said eagerly, “I’m afraid I
haven’t; but I've got a. very nicely-
dressed cradle, and some rattles —and
—" “Ah,” said I, shaking my head,
“I‘m afraid it‘s not old enough for
those things. ” She Sighed, and
glanced across the way, where Miss
Cnudleigh was engaged in a roaring
trade. “I think I might have one
more ice,” I said very bravely. It
was not so very hard, after all; the
heat was very great, and they soon
melted.
Miss Hewitt was very nice about it.
“Are you sure you ought to?” she
asked, doubtfully. “Miss Hewitt,”
said I, “you are much too scrupulous.
.That is the reason of your failure.
And yet you would have sold me a
cradle and rattles with perfect equa—
nimity, knowing that I am a bachelor.
The inconsistency of your sex is a puz-
zle,” I remarked, shaking my head.
“Oh, but I didn‘t think about that,”
said she, with a blush. “I only thought
you wanted—” “Come then,” I said,
“what would you do to. get rid of all
your articles of commerce?” Miss
Hewitt’s eyes opened. “Oh, if I could
only do that!” she exclaimed. “Well,
how far would you be prepared to go
for it?" said I, insinuatingly. She
paused. “I’d—I’d give up the ball to-
night,” she exclaimed, impulsively. I
shook my head. “I have no means of
gauging the value of that renuncia-
tion," 1 said, thoughtfully; “but possi-
bly it is greater than the one I know
which would enable you to sell your
stall.” “Oh, do you know a. way?" she
cried, breathlessly. “Why, certainly,”
said I, still reflectively. “Mr. Randall,
tell me,” she pleaded, clasping her
hands and putting her elbows on the
stall. She looked eagerly into my
face. I really had no notion until that
moment, but somehow her action put
it into my head. “Have you ever heard
of the beautiful duchess of Devon-
shire, Miss I-Ie Witt?” I asked.
Miss Hewitt leaned, staring at me
for a moment, and then a look of in-
telligence came into her eyes, her
color started and she m0ved away. “I
don‘t think you should make that
kinds of jests,” she remarked, disdain-
fully. “It’s not a jest,” I answered, re-
assuringly. “Then, you’re all the hor-
rider,” she returned, feigning to be
busy with her commerce. “But,” I
said, in perplexity, “I don’t see—I only
asked you if you remembered the
duchess of Devonshi‘re—the one what‘s-
his-name painted. you know.” Miss
Hewitt was much embarrassed; her
face took on many expressions. “But
you—” she began anl stopped. “Do
you remember hm?" I asked. "Of
course,” said Miss llewitt, snappishly.
“Well, then,” I said, “why am I hor-
rid?” She paid me no attention, but
.begau shiftingr the things upon the
stall ina reckless way. “Oh!” I ex-
claimed, suddenly, “I see what you
were thinking of—you thought I meant
—-I see now. You thought I was ad-
vising you to sell—” Miss Hewitt got
redder than ever. “I didn’t think any
thing of the sort!’ she exclaimed, hur-
riedly, and dusting away at nothing,
“and I wish you’d go away if you’re
not going to buy anything.” “I should
like another ice, please,” said I.
Miss Hewitt was somewhat taken
aback, and looked as if she would like
to speak, but she Only frowned and
dumped another ice upon the counter.
“But now you have suggested it,” I
went on, considering, "it’s not at all a
bad idea.” Miss Hewitt moved to the
further end of the stall, and sold
another pair of stockings. “It’s quite
worth thinking of,” I said, when she
was within hearing again, “I’m glad
you mentioned it.” “I never mentioned
anything,” she retorted hotly. “No,
of course, you didn’t mention it,” I
agreed, .“but I don‘t see why you should
be angry because we are discussing
calmly —” “I’m not discussing any-
thing,” she observed ta'rtly. “No,”
said I, “but if the duchess of Devon-
chase what she considered the welfare
of her country by allowing voters to
kiss her, I don’t think you should be
offended if for the sake of an excellent
charity—” “1' am. not the duchess of
Devonshire,” said Miss Hewitt, shortly.
"I don’t suppose," I said, “that it was
much of a kiss.” Miss Hewitt’s nostrils
curled in scorn. “Good people are al-
ways so particular,” I said, philosophic-
ally. Miss Hewitt’s indignation
broke forth. “Do you suppose, .Mr.
Randall,” said she sarcastically, “that
one would allow anyone that wished
to—” “Oh, I never sai anyone,” I
interrupted, hastily. “No, certainly
not anyone.” She looked at me with
undisguised hauteur. I glanced about
the stall. “I should like to have a lot
of those things,” I said. “I could send
them to a children’s hospital, you
know.” Miss Ilewitt’s face relaxed
slightly. “They would be very use-
ful,” she said. “It would be fifty
pounds, wouldn’t it?” I asked, as if
entering on a. calculation. “Yes,”
said Miss Hewitt with a little show of
excitement, “forty-five if anyone took
the lot.” I fingered in my pocket and
hesitated. “I’m afraid—” said I.
“You see I forgot I had promised to
buy a quantity of flowers for the in-
firmary,” I remarked, glancing at Miss
c'hudleigh’s stall. Miss Hewitt’s face
fell, but she said nothing. I took out
my. pocketbook and extracted some
notes, dividing my looks between the
two stalls in a hesitating way. “I
think the children in the hospital
would like the toys very much,” said
‘vilss Hewitt, nervously. “Yes, they
could play “'lbd tile stockings nicely.
couldn’t they?” said 1. She paid no
heed to this remark.
"I wonder if Miss Chudleigh would
do what the duchess did?” 1 observed,
presently. “Perhaps you had better
ask her.” said Miss Hewitt, sarcastic-
.illy. “Oh. no,” 1 said hurriedly, “I
was only wondering. For the sake of
the poor people do. make sacrifices, I
suppose.” “I don‘t believe she did let
them—let them kiss her,” remarked
Miss Hewitt, after a pause, and con-
templating a wooden horse. “Don’t
you?” I asked, looking up. “What did
they do, do you think?” Miss Hewitt
examined the toy carefully. “Oh,” she
said, indifferently, “I should think she
merely pretended.” “Prelended?” I
echoed. “Yes, they only kissed—just
—not quite—I mean they rcallxr didn’t
touch her,” she explained, with more
interest in the horse. I considered
:liis. “But some of them,” I objected,
“would not have been content to be
put off that way. They must have
really—” "Oh, if anyone liked to be
rude and take advantage like that,”
she said, disdainl'ully; “she couldn’t
help it, poor thing.” “No,” I assented.
“I suppose she couldn’t, and she must
have hated it all the time. “Of course
‘she did,” said Miss Hewitt, now in-
specting a doll.
asense of duty—to benefit her coun-
try,” I concluded. “A man would
never have been so unselfish,” said
Miss Hewitt. ”Never,” 1 said, em-
phatically. “But do you think that
women are capable of such an act of
self-sacrifice in these days?” I asked.
“Of course,” said Miss Hewitt, watch-
ing some people go by with great
interest, “if—if they only — only
pretended to.” “But if there was
an accident?” I ventured. Miss
Hewitt apparently did not hear this.
“Do you really think,” I persisted,
“that a woman—a girl, would do a.
thing like that?” “She wouldn't—she
couldn’t—of course the duchess did not
let it pretend to be done—in—before
anyone else.” “Not, for example, in a
room like this,” I said, looking round
the bazar. “How then?” “After-
wards,” murmured Miss Hewitt, bend-
ing doWn to pick up a pin, I suppose.
“Oh!” I said, “she would only promise,
then?" Miss Hewitt said nothing. I
rose. “Well, I’m afraid I must be
really going,” I said, holding out my
hand. “I think if she were really
honest she would have to keep her
promise,” said Miss Hewitt in a low
voice.
I looked at her, but she was not look-
ing at me. “I think you have given
me two waltzes to-night,” I observed.
“It isn’t very generous usage.” “I‘m
sure it’s quite enough,” said Miss
Hew1tt, firmly. “Well, at any rate, let
us sit out the second,” I suggested.
Miss Hewitt looked at me in surprise.
“I thought you liked dancing,” she
said, innocently. “Oh, sometimes,”I
said. “But we might have a talk'in
the conservatory. It’s sure to be very
hot.” “Do you think it is,” said she.
“Certain.” “Oh, we’ll see,” said she,
nonchalantly. I turned to go. “By
the way,” said I, leaning on the stall,
confidentially, “shall I leave you the
fifty pounds now? And then you can
send the things to the hospital at once,
you know?” Miss Hewitt avoided my
eye. “I didn’t know,” she began, and
broke off. “Perhaps it would be bet-
ter,” she murmured. I offered my
hand. “To-night, then,” I said. She
'did look at me at last, but it was quite
by accident—just the sort of accident
that happened in the conservatory.—
Black and White.
Sunflower Has Many Uses.
It is predicted that before many
years the sunflower will come into
general cultivation in this country.
as a plant it has no superior for vigor,
leaves and stalk, all of which can be
utilized. The seeds are especially 'g00d
as feed for fowls, and when mixed with
grains they are relished by all farm
animals. Fifty bushels of seed to the
acre is a fair yield, and this will pro-
duce 50 gallons of oil worth $1 a gallon.
In China a. valuable fiber, used in silk
weaving, is obtained from the stalk,
and they are of service as fuel and a,
source of potash. The orientals mix
their tobacco 'with cured sunflower
leaves, and make a. yellow dye from
the do wers,-which are also rich in honey
and wax. The sunflower grows riot-
ously in the United States, and stands
all extremes of- weather well.
The Boss Frog.
A petrified frog found in an Elmira
'(N. Y.)stone quarry in 1886 was two
feet and eight inches in length, and
I weighed over one hundred pounds.
shire thought it a good deed to pur-
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THE .PARIS CABBY.
For Ways That Are Dark He Has Very
Few Equals.
Should an accident befall the vehicle
of a Paris cabman during your occu-
pancy, he will. abandon himself to a
paroxysm Of grief, compute the loss,
and tell in moving accents of his wife
and children, whose bread will be
taken from their mouths by the mis-
hap.
But if your fingers thereupon make
instinctively for your pocket, restrain
them; he is insured. He pays a small
monthly premium to a cab insurance
company; and in the case of a smash-
up, only the company suffers. A play-
ful intimation that you are aware of
this circumstance will do wonders to
console him. TlIhere was, in days gone
by, a cabman who made such a good
thing out of accidents that he ended by
adopting themes a specialty.
Ile confined his labors to those quar-
ters of the town chiefly affected by the
English, and his system was to pick
up a benevolent English tourist (by
preference a lady) and break a. shaft.
He knew a method of turning a. corner
which no shaft could resist.
Then he would beat his beast, and
shake his fist at heaven; call upon the
universe to witness that he was a poor
man, who would be ruined by the sum
it must cost to get his cab repaired,
bring in his wife and children, though
the unprincipled creature was a bache-
lor—and what could a benevolent-look-
ing English tourist do but help him
out?
HIGHLANDER COSTUME.
Caused Conner-nation in a. French Rall-
way Coach.
Aperson arrayed in fullHighland cos-
tume caused a terrible commotion in a
railway carriage in the. Perrache sta-
tion, near Lyons, recently.
Two ladies who were in the carriage
shrieked as they saw the awful specta-
cle presented by the entry into their
compartment of a man without trous-
ers.
The Highlander, who was on his way
to Nice, nevertheless took his seat
with Caledonian coolness, whereupon
the ladies screamed the louder. It was
in vain that the apparition in the garb
of the old Gaul apologized and ex-
plained the situation in bad French,
and equally futile were the efforts of
the station master, who assured the
ladies that the gentleman in the dirk,
the sporran and the tartan accessories
was perfectly harmless.
“You don't ‘run the shadow of a
risk, mesdames,” insisted the station
master in his blandest. tones; “the gen-
tleman comes from the country where
the men wear petticoats and do not
use trousers."
Despite everything, however, which
was said in order to calm their appre—
hensions, the over-timid lady travelers
had to be placed in a carriage at a safe
distance from where the Caledonian,
stern and wild, was seated.
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