-rv 'AN OLD_80NG. . nan- " Hear.“ 2. may break and still beat on," The 0111 son- - 2‘ 11. 3 in sad 'lened rhyme: ..nd this 1. e.— Irt. slow I; throbbing here. a Broke long ago, in one dark time, vhat time s: e laid her burden down, And left me joux 1191 ing alone. I find it true—I know it true— i‘hat “ Hearts may break and still beat on " At first, all dimly understood 9 My loss I could not comp1ehend .5. , And sought for solace fin and wide. ii That phase of grief came to an end, And various stages had their sway. One thought remains when all are gone. Life and—myself- are not. the same Yes, “Hearts may b1 cal: and still beat 011." Four times the year has bloomed and died. And yet it seems a hideous dream That I have lost her. How her hand Between me and life‘s thorns a screen Was ever ready! Rough the road .' And long—and long, since she is gone. How many years it takes to die When broken hearts must still beat on! MILLDUE’S COMING. Mr. Peter Milldue so conscientiously followed the example of thelilies of the field, the lotus-eaters, and other Bohe- mians, in taking no care for anything, ‘ that he greatly resembled a scarecrow. Mr. Milldue lived alone. When he told the elderly, garrulous woman who cooked his meals that she might take a holiday, as he was going» away for a week, be surprised her to speechless- '1 admitted the correspondence at once. ness. “Come in on Wednesday morning,” were his last words. The Wednesday arrived. Mrs. Mur- phy was later than usual. The whee- zy old clockin the kitchen struck ten as she dished the eggs and bacon. But as Mr. Milldue, never arose until his ' breakfast was ready, she carried the meal upstairs and knocked at the chamber door. “Come in,” said a voice. Mr. Milldue’s chamber was occupied by a clean-shaven, dapper gentleman, smartly dressed, and not in the least like the Shingleton “character.” “I. beg pardon, sir. I thought as Mr. Milldue was here.” - “So. he is,” coolly replied the 1111- known. “I am Mr. Milldue.” The trayful of crocks struck the floor heavily. Mrs. Murphy did: not stay to pick up the fragments. She tumbled down the stairs, banged the front door behind her, and rushed baresheaded to the police station. . “What’s the matter?” asked Inspect- , or Bolter, who chanced to be on duty. The inspector went back with her himself. It was necessary to knock; Mrs. Murphy had left her latchkey in the kitchen, The door was opened by the dapper gentleman who had caused so much alarm. “That’s him,” said the Irish woman, ina loud whisper. “Hold your tongue. I want to see Mr. Milldue," the inspector added. The unknown reddened. “I—I’m Mr.‘Milldue,” he stammered. “So you’re- Mr. Milldue, are you?” the inspector continued. “I wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn‘t told me.” He produced a notebook. “Think I’d better take your answer down. “'hat do you say your name is?” “Peter Milldue. Surely you know me, Mr. Bolter?” ‘ “No, I don’t; I never saw you before that I’m aware of.. Where do you live?” ' “Here. years.” "Th-at’ll do, young man. You’ re in custody. You can pitch that tale to somebody else.” “What are you going to charge me with?” “Being on Mr. Milldue’s premises for an unlawful purpose.” _ “It’s absurd! Look here. Now that , silly woman, who couldn’t keep a se- cret to save her life, is gone, I’ 11—” The man in custody stopped as if he had suddenly changed his mind. Thrusting his hand into his breast pocket, he produced a sheaf of letters and a banker’s pass- -book. “These will satisfy you, ” he said. Inspector Bolter examined them. All the envelopes were addressed to “Peter Milldue, Esq ” He opened the pass-book. “Peter Milldue” stared him in the face. “They are not yours,” said the in- spector; “see if there is anything miss: mg )9 They sou’ght him high and low—in the attic, the cellar, the water-butt, in every conceivable hiding-place. Acting on Mrs Murphy’s suggestion, the inspector examined the back gar- den for traces of a newly-made grave. “It’s as plain as the nose on me face that he’s been murdered and done I’ve lived here nearly ten ' away with, ” she said, and scrutinized the washhouse copper and the stock of coals. When convinced that Lombard villa did not contain Mr. Milldue, dead or alive, the inspector locked the doors, put the keys in his pocket, and called on the neighbors. He learned nothing, except that the missing man would not be missed if he never returned, which was scarcely news. Inspector Bolter returned to the po- lice station. “Rum go this, sir,” exclaimed the sergeant in charge. “What’s that?” “This chap as says he’ 3 old Milldue, sir. When he isn’t crying in the cell like a baby, he’s vowing awful ven. geance on us all.” The Shingleton police court was crowded. Mrs. Murphy had told every- body she knew that Mr. Milldue had been murdered. Mr. Bompas, justice . of thepeace, had heard the news and ’ was almost punctual.- “Call the man who says he’s Mill- due,” said the magistrate’s clerk. - The next moment the prisoner stood in the dock. He did not look the worse for the brief confinement. His black hair was smooth, his attire unwrin- kled. Asked his name, he replied as _-before, “Peter Milldue.” “Ridiculous!” "Thebelgbt of absurdity. Don’t ask cried the magistrate. ' » him any' more questions. Inspector, what do you know about him?” Mr. Bolter told the story briefly of’ the arrest, adding: “I apply for a remand, your worship. Letters were found on the prisoner « addressed to Mr..Milldue by a lady. l. have not yet communicated with he! I propose to do so to-day. ” “I forbid you!” shouted the prisoner shaking his fist at the inspector, in great excitement. “I won’t allow you to communicate with Miss Tapley in any way!” Here, in the newspaper reports of the case, the word “sensation” was inter- polated. 1 “The inspector will do his duty,” .said the magistrate. “You are re- manded for three days.’ Now, only a few years back, Single- ton had consisted of three fisheimen’ s huts and a coast guard station, It was a brand new town, and the disappear- .ance of Mr. Milldue was its first mys- tery. Naturally it revelled in! it Meanwhile, Inspector Bolter took; the first train to Bamford-super-Mare, with Mr. Milldue’s correspondence in his pocket. He found the writer of the letter without difficulty. Miss Tap- ley_ proved to be a good-looking, digni— fied lady of thirty or thereabouts. She “Mr. Milldue is missing,” said the inspector. “He has probably gone to London. He told me he would go yesterday,” she said. “Hump!” Inspector Bolter took a let- ter from his pocketbook. “Do you rec- Ognize this writing?” ' “Yes. It is an authority I gave Mr. Milldue to receive the money and se- curities mentioned therein on my be half. ” “This letter—this authority,” contin- ued the police ofllcer, imp1essive1y, “was taken from a man,a stranger in Singleton, whom I arrested in Mill- due’s house. due himself, There is no doubt in my mind that he was aware Milldue was going to receive this money, and that accounts for Milldue’s mysterious dis- appearance. He wouldn’t go to Lon- don without this paper?” “No. He was going entirely on my account—to obtain the money. Do you suspect that he has been—that some- thing has happened to him?” and Miss .'l‘apley seemed in great distress. “I knew Mr. Milldue very well when I was a child, twenty years ago. . I have lost sight of him until about a week since. He had learned that I am entitled to a large sum of money, and that I was-being advertised for. and he came over to seek‘ me. He stayed here a week. He returned to Singleton the day before yesterday.” Two hours later Inspector Bolter conducted Miss Tapley to the pris- oner’s cell door and removed the cover of the spying hole. “Gracious! what an escape!” she _w11ispered. ' The police officer took her aside. “I thought you would know him,” he said. “In fact, I was sure of it. Now we have a clew to Mr. Milldue’s disappearance, Who is be?” “Mr. Milldue himself!” t “Oh, nonsense!” ‘ “Well, he is the man who came to Bamford as Mr. Milldue. As I said, I had not seen him for twenty years. If he is not my uncle's old friend, my es- cape is most fortunate.” “What do you mean?” “He—he asked me to marry him, un- dertaking to get this money if I would do so. 1 understand there are diificul- ties and expenses. I left very grate- ful, and—and I consented.” Inspector Bolter looked the picture of a puzzled police officer. Recovering, however, he dispatched. Miss Tapley to London to the solicit- ors who were‘supposed to have adver- tised for her. It was necessary to know whether the story of the legacy told by the mysterious prisoner were true or a fabrication. Then be wired to the country town for the assistance of a couple of detectives. They: came. They searched Lom- bard villa by way of a start, but dis- covered nothing of importance. The almost fruitless sea1ch ended, Inspector Bolter took his assistants to the prisoner’s cell,in the hope that they. would recognize him. ' “Thought you said he was a young fellow?” said the first to look through the spying hole. “So he is, ” whispered the inspector, applying his eye. "I’m a ruined man!" he gasped. The next moment he had the door unlocked and stood within the cell. l‘he prisoner had changed to an old man, almost bald. The few hairs re- maining were white. He was asleep, with his head bowed over the table. all] the floor lay a wig. "What do you mean by this, Milldue ‘3” he cried, furiously. "What do you mean by it?” was the 'ejoinder, after an astonished pause. 'l)idD’t .1 get black in the face with zelling you I was myself, and nobody :lSe? l)’ye think I was going to let all mingluton know why I chose to make ..yself look young and smart again? .l1anks to your stupidity, the folks will know, I suppose; but if you've lone me out of a wife and fifty thou- .-.and dollars into the bargain you’ll be sorry for it as long as evcr~you live.” No time was lost in getting the Shin- gleton “character” outside the Shingle 1011 police court. As he left the build. ing atelegrarn‘ was handed to the downcast prime mover. He tore open the envelope. “FrOm 'l‘apley, London, Police station, Shingleton. right.” ‘ “That settles it!” exclaimed the un fortunate inspector. “I’ll have to clear cut of Shingleton. ” He did. The marriage of Mr. Mill due to Miss, Tapley was announced shortly afterward—Waverley Mega zine. Mr. to Bolter, , Money aii .__..._ __ 0‘, He declared he was Mill— ' and shows them to her son.‘ r I s I SHIRT WAISTs AND OTHER. THINGS . 1311 E Ev EN1N G] Weigbty Matte rs that Demand Feminine ‘ (, o nsideration. The fashion of .dress has improved decidedly since last summer, and in most directions there is less exaggera-~ tion and consequently more actual grace and elegance. Sleeves are undoubtedly smaller, and- even the larger ones show considerable length of tightly fitting arm. The very thin texture made over a color having the thin material ruffled, puffed or [leated over the closely fitting silk lin- ing nearly to the shoulder, with a round, very~full puff just at the top. These sleeves are altogether prettier than the large, loose, drooping sleeves or the huge stiff outstanding ones. Then the trimming that is being‘placed on the bottom of 'the skirts would indi‘ cate that skirts soon will be less full, as it would be impossible to place, frills and puffs around a very full, gored skirt. Some of the French gowns are :1-1 1.1 ned half way up the skirts. ' L‘,w- \. The pretty girlish slashes'are again in full favor with all bodices that termin- ate at the waist. One pretty way of finishing them is to have two short loops standing straight up the back and three or four longer~ones lying down on the skirt, these held in place by the long sash ribbon that passes around the waist and ties in a loose knot between the loops, the ends fall- ing to the bottom of the gown. Black and white is more of a favorite com- bination this season than ever; it is becoming and pretty. Shepherd plaid is very much in vogue, and with it comes the quaint old-fashioned trim- ming of the skirts, with rows and rows of the pencil velvet. Some of the lat- est skirts are trimmed in vandykes of . three diffeient widths. This season it seems the thing to have the skirts and blouses harmonize more, and the one serviceable black silk must be kept for the wash skirts or darker silk bodices. Light colored dressy bodices must have a lighter skirt than the black ones. A very. eco-' nomical’skirt is of either checked or striped black and white silk; this bar- monizes with either the black chiffon or lace, as well as with the light or bright ones. How pretty as well as indispensable the shirt waists are. Some of the stylish ones are made of brown Hol- land, piped with black, white or a col- or, the detachable collars and cuffs be ing made of the piping material. One of the latest novelties is made of a coarse unbleached lawn, so open that it might be called canvas This is em- broidered by hand in bold and artistic designs, generally floral patterns. These shirts are very effective, and are particularly suited to boating or tennis. There are many cotton fabrics used for the shirt waists now, quite difierent . from the ordinary—cambrlc or zephyr, grass lawn, both embroi- dered and plain, and silk zephyr. Many of the yokes ar'e pointed/both back and front, with stifi'linen collar, leather belt and smart tie. The lawn shirt is full, has no yoke, and is worn with a ribbon belt and collar with, crisp bows. . Some of the white linen ShlItS have a double trill in front, with the stid col- lar and cuffs. Arranged by Proxy, Marriage is a prosaic affair inCon- stantinople, being, in most cases, pure- ly a matter of business. When a man reaches a marriageable age,his parents make a list of houses where eligible young women are to be found, and his mother calls at their residences, and inquires of each matron: “What can your daughter do?” Whereupon em- broidcrics are exhibited—among them always a rug—made by the daughter’s hands. These rugs are considered priceless heirlooms, and Eire never put upon the market. If the caller ap- proves of these, she takes them home, If she does not? she makes some excuse, and passes on. If, on the other hand, the young man. is not approved by the young lady’s parents, they advise the good woman to go elsewhere, as she . might find perhaps a prettier girl at some other. house. At the wedding neithe1 bride nor bridegroom appears, the ceremony being conducted by prox- ies. Kind to the Aged—“Isabel, why did you give youi grandmother a pale-pink umbrella on her birthday?” “I expect to many it pretty often myself.” -—Chi- cago Record. , s Newspaper Watts. I Not Worried. —Mrs. Saysit-—“My hus- ‘ band says that the silver question is becoming a serious matter.” Mrs. 'Cashman-“I have given little atten- tion .to it, because my husband pays ‘ our bills by chec .”—Puck.‘ ' His Proper Sphere.—Dobson—"I think McKinley would make a good vice- president.” Robinson—"Why?” Dob- son—“A man who can keep quiet so long would set a noble example to the United States Senate.”-—Puck. Daglow—“After all, I am inclined to put a good deal of faith in the theory of evolution.” Dabley—“You are? What’s your reason?” Daglow—“Well, I made a box of cigars out of a friend of mine to—day.”-—bebury Gazette. Human Nature—“There’s o'ne trouble about vacation,” complained Johnny. “Why, what’s that?” asked his sur- prised mother.» “You can’t have no fun playin’ hookey, an’ it’s the excitingest game going," explained the aggrieved J ohnny.—Harper’s Bazar. Poet (to farmer)—-“See what a bean- tiful prospect is unfolded in yonder billowy fields; and bark! the voice of the ploughman!” Farmer—“Yes, he’s been cussing that mule since daylight, and, it’s one of them German mules that used to pull a beerwagon, so he can’t understand a word 0’ it: ”—-Amer- ' ican Planter. - . Somewhat Similar— “There’s one thing that I always enjoy about a po- litical convention,” the sensitive man remarked. “It’s a relief to see big pic- tures of politicians as, well as of men whose principal claim to distinction is that they took somebody’s medicine.” "Well,” said the cold, hard analyist, . “it all amounts to the same thing in lbe'end. Most of those politicians their pictures printed by taking doses that some boss fixed up them."-——Washington Star. get the 9—. Lu? 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