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A PLATONIC FRIEND.
“Well, I don’t believe it’s 'possible,
even if you do say it, Miriam.» All this
talk about platonic friendship. is sim.
ply absurd. Why, I’d be willing to
wager a dozen paid of gloves that you
and Karl Scott will be engaged before
the year is out, in spite of all your
boasting about friendship."
“Done,” said a laughing voice, and
a bright-faced girl, seated upon a
trunk, proceeded to extract, by means
of a hat pin, a large pickle from an
extremely small-necked bottle.
“And by this, my friends, do I here-
by seal aforesaid covenant,” and there
was a shout of laughter from the
crowd of girls about her as the speak-
er solemnly devoured the pickle.
It was not hard to see Miriam West-
cott ’was the leading spirit among
these college girls assembled here for
their weekly “spread.” Bright, sensi-
ble and full of humor, she seemed the
life of.the little circle about her. The
girls were students in the great Uni-
versity of M—— and after a week of
hard‘study were disposed to make the
most of their evening together.
“That’s the safest bet I ever made,
girls,” said Miriam. “Why Karl and
I have known each other since we were
babies, and,.besides; he’s in love with
a girl at home!” this last in a very
triumphant tone, intended to carry con-
viction with it. It only.served to
bring to the face of the first speaker
a most sarcastic smile.
“Well, we’ll just wait and see, and
meanwhile, Miriam, you’d best save
your spare cash.”
Hardly were the words uttered when
a ring at the door was heard and
Mirinm’s mischievous whisper:
“Why girls. I do believe that’s. Karl!
He’s come .to take me home. You
know, he’s just like my brother,” but
her words were drowned in the shouts
of laughter that followed.
As the door closed behind Karl and
Miriam, and they went out into‘the
night, Miriam said: .
~ “It’s awfully nice of you to come
after me tonight, when you’re so busy,
too, with that Latin quiz.”
“You know I wouldn’t let you come
across that campus alone on such a
night as this,” Karl had answered, as
he put the girl’s arm through his, and
in the movement there was something
that made Miriam look up into her
companicn’s face and say:
“Thank you, Karl. I am glad you
came.” . ,
Some way Karl was unusually silent
to—night, 'and it was not until they
were almost home that he said, hesi-
tatingly: '
“Say, Miriam, I wish you’d let me
ask you something, though I know
you’ll berangry.”
“Better not say it. then, for ’twould
be a shame to spoil our friendship. Do
you know I’m very proud of the fact
that we’re such good friends, and not
the least bit in love with each other?”
And the girl looked up to her compan-
ion with a frank expression in her
brown eyes. It was too dark to see
the expression in Karl’s face. There
was a silence, and then a short laugh
from the young man.
“Well, after that I don’t know
whether I better say what I was going
to or not. It’s this, Miriam,” he said,
hurriedly: “I wish you wouldn’t go
with Paul Weston. He’s not a man
that I would want my own sister to go
with, and'I wish you wouldn’t do it
either. I knew you’d be angry,” he
continued, as the girl was silent, for
Miriam, with all her good qualities,
could not brook interference from any
one. Independent and self-reliant,
she had always followed her own
wishes, and even her best friends hes-
itated about seeming to interfere at all
with her actions. _
“It’s -very kind of you to trouble
yourself about me,” she said, coldly,
but I think I know whom to go with
and whom not. I never think of
telling you what girl to go with.”
‘You know I never go with any one
but you,” he replied. quickly, and then,
as they went in at the gate: “Miriam,
please don’t be angry. You know very
well that I only said it for. your goo-d.”
“Many thanks,” was the cool answer,
and without another word Miriam
went into the house and shut the door.
“Well, that doesn’t look like falling
in love with Karl Scott,” she said as
she went into her room and threw her
hat on the table. “The idea," with a
little indignant sparkle in her eyes, “of
his trying to dictate to me.” And
there was a flush on her cheeks as she
sat down at the table to read her
psychology for the next day.’ But in
some way it had lost its interest for
her, and, after twice reading the ex-
traordinary simple and lucid state-
ment: “An object is the objectified,
Interpreting activity of intelligence-re-
lated by the ego to the abstracted uni-
versal,” she shut the book in disgust
[and went to sleep that night with
Karl’s last words ringing in her- ears:
“Miriam, don’t be angry.”
The weeks went on, short, busy
weeks for Miriam. Between herself
and Karl Scott a truce had been de-
c1ared,- and they met apparently on
their old friendly footing. Only the
girl and Karl himself knew that there
was a difference. The old friendly re-
lation hadsomehow become impossi-
ble, and into their intercourse a
' strange, new element had crept.
“Well, Miriam, how’s that bet?” said
Mary Sanborn, one morning some
months after the s'cene‘with which our
story opens, as she met her friend com-
lng out of college. -
“All right. We had a fight that very
evening, you knowl and the sky’s
cloudyeven yet."- .
“That’s nothing,” said her compan-
ion, with a laugh. “I don’t believe I’ll‘
buy the gloves just yet.”
_ _“I’ll get them for you, if you likefil’m
going .to ride over to Ipsi this after-'_
soon."
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“No, thanks,” was the laughing
But Miriam was notso light-hearted
today. as she had led her friend to
imagine. Somehow Karl’s treatment
of her had often wounded her of late.
It was not that he was unkind, but
some way the old friendly relations
were unbroken. Karl was not the jolly
companion he had once been. He was
silent and reserved; kind, always, but
somehow the girl was miserable and
unhappy. _
And Karl? He, too, felt the differ-
ence, but to save his life, he could not
treat Miriam in his old, friendly fash-
ion. Why, he could not have told, but
he realized that life in these past
weeks was a very different thing from
that of the years before. The hills
about the little college town had looked
more beautiful in their snowy white-
ness against the winter’s sky when he
went with Miriam to their weekly ram-
bles.
On this December day, when Miriam
had met Mary Sanborn, the girl was
unusually restless and unhappy- She
aimlessly about the house for some
hours, she suddenly put on her hat, re-
membering some trifle she had in-
tant. Hastily putting the saddle on
her horse, she started ofi down the
road. This was Miriam’s usual
mode of recreation, and no matter how
turned from her ride refreshed and in
good spirits. It was early in the after-
noon when she started.
“I’ll surely be back before dark,” she
said, 'as she left the house, but the
hours were away, and she did not re-
turn. A blinding snow storm had set
was difficult to discern objects in the
gathering dusk, and the flakes fell
thicker and thicker as the darkness
became more intense. So it was with
a start of surprise that a man rein’ed
in his horse as the animal started at
the sight of something by the road-
side—a dark object, strangely like a
human form. In an instant he had dis~
mounted, and then Karl Scott heard a
sobbing voice that sent the blood to
his heart in great bounds. He bent
over the mournful little Lgure, and the
next instant he had gathered the sob-
bing form in his arms and was holding
it as though he would never let it go
again. '
“Oh, Karl, I thought no one would
ever come, and my foot hurts me so!”
Then two arms crept up about Karl’s
neck, and for awhile the darkness and
the storm were forgotten by the two
there alone on the hills.
Miriam’s horse had thrown her as
she was returning, and for several
hours she had been here by the road-
side with a terrible pain in her ankle
and chilled and wet by the storm.
the girl had given up all hope of res-
pue for that night, till she had looked
up to see Karl’s frightened, gray eyes
and felt his kisses on her lips. How
she got home that night the girl could
never have told, but there was always
the dreamy consciousness of her
lover’s white, anxious face bending
over her.
“But, Karl, just think! How will I
ever endure it?” said Miriam one even-
on the couch by the open fire, whose
ruddy gleam was making a hundred
fantastic shadows in the little room,
and making the sweet, girlish face
there among the cushions more beauti-
ful than ever, as Karl who was bend-
ing over it, fondly imagined.
“You know these girls will never get
through teasing me. And I was sure,
too! Why did you do it, Karl?”-—this
last with a reproachful glance from
her brown eyes that makes her lover
answer, softly, as he bends and kisses
her:
“Why, just because I couldn’t help it.
dear." .
And, strange to say, this illogical
answer seemed quite satisfactory to
the college girl, though in all her stud-
ies in Kant and Spencer no trace of
such reasoning had ever been found.
The next morning’s mail brought a
package to Mary Sanborn, and, as she
held up to view a dozen pair of gloves
she said, critically:
“I always knew Miriam Westcott
had good taste in gloves.”—Chicago
News.
REVOLUTIONARY RELICS.
Reminders of the Hot Fighting Around
New York Constantly Found.
Workmen excavating cellars along
the Boulevard from Seventy-second
street northward st 11 throw up Revo-
lutionary relics by the score. The field
hunters, and numbers of them hover
about whenever-a new foundation is
dug out. The relics include pistols,
guns and canteens, buttons, fragments
of decayed cloth, and, occasionally a
skull or a shattered bone.
A business man on Park Row has a
collection of brass buttons unearthed
in this locality. Or each is the figure
in relief of a. Continental soldier with
cocked hat and musket. If it were not
historically known what British regi-
ments were encamped west of Central
Park, it could be made out from the
buttons that have been found where
they bivouacked. These give the num-
ber of each regiment.
Other fragments tell of the presence
of Highland troops. The ground just
east of Mount Tom has been rich in
mementos. Near here Mad Anthony
Wayne took part in a. skirmish in which
the British got- the victory and he got
away with their cattle.
George-eClara, be mine.
Clara—91 will be yours.
George (in raptures)-4My love, my
sweet!” ’
Clara (calmly)_.—Hold on, George,
dear. .I; amato be yours, but not in the
way you think. ~ I am to be your step-
motherne—Times. _ . '
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could not study, and after wandering
tended to buy at Ipsi, a few miles dis-'
cold or stormy the day, she always re-.
in with the approach of evening. It
And then the darkness’had come, and
ing, a few days later, as she was lying‘
has been a. rich one for the curiosity
answer, and then the girls separated. 5
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5 CHONNY MEETS HIS SPIRIT.
An Episode of social Intercourse at a
Staten Island Picnic Park.
_ The New York Sun says‘ she was
from the east side, fair of figure and
countenance, with hazel-brown eyes
and light-brown hair shaded with just
a tinge of auburn, which was carefully
combed up behind, making the contour
of her head attractive. She .wore a
cheap shirt waist with green and
white stripes,a white butterfly tie, and
a black figured satin skirt, while a.
trim sailor hat with a white satin band
rested jauntily on her head. She stood
up one grassy mound at the picnic
grounds, where she caught the eye of
Chonny McCue, who, with his chum,
Mikey Farrel, had wandered into the.
picnic in the hope of “catching on” and
having a dance. It was at one of those
Staten Island picnic parks so popular
with city folks in the loWer wards who
want to have a Whole lot of fun for 'a
very little money. Chonny was tagged
out in his Sunday best. He wore light
trousers with a very bright blue serge
coat and waistcoat, a straw hat with
a bright red and white striped band, a
bright blue necktie, and yellow shoes,
Flipping away the stump" of a cigarette
he said: ‘ '
“Mikey, I’ve found me spirit. Watch
me while I git together.”
He started up the mound at a slow
pace. She saw him coming toward
her and nodded her head slightly in
response to a nod from him. Then she
turned her head away; but Chonny, en-
couraged by the nod, marched bravely
up. .
“’Scuse me,” said he, with uplifted
hat and a short, jerky bow, “but
didn’t I collide wid you at Newport
last summer?” ’
“Maybe you did—but I wasn’t there,”
said she, biting her lipin an attempt
to conceal a smile.
“Dat’s how I come ter meet yer,”
said Chonny, grinning broadly,
“You don’t sagoshiate so?” she re-
torted.
This wasa new one on Chonny, and
he was stumped for a moment; but
his ready wit helped him the next as
i he blurted:
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your well-known farm,
“Say, Mamie, what is yer first name,
anyhow '2"
“Why, it’s Susie—how did yer guess
it?”
Then they both laughed.
“Well, how are yer on der swing?”
said Chonny, pointing to a scup swing- -
ing from a' near-by tree.
“Oh, I’m a good thing; just push me
along,” said she, and Chonny just fell
in alongside her and led her over to
the soup. '
He lifted her on the seat and was
soon swinging her industriously. Their
introduction had been accomplished.
He Had the Get-There Stroke.
An enterprising Western man who
was unexpectedly thrown out of em-
ployment, made a novel business posi-
tion for himself. He went to one :0!
the largest paint shops in Chicago,
and arranged with the proprietors that
he was to receive a percentage on their
sales if he increased their business to a "
certain extent within six months. He
also made similar contracts with a big
hardware house, and with other firms
that deal in building supplies. Then
he ordered from the leading clipping
bureaus all references in country pa-
pers to improvements to be made in
farm structures, and to each intending
builder he sent circular, letters from
his clients. If Bill Brown, of
Podunk, was thinking of painting his
barn, he was surprised to receive a let-
ter from a great Chicago firm, stating
that, “having heard that you are con-
templating extensive improvements in
we take the
liberty of SuggeSting that we are now
handling a line of paints”———and so on.
And so with the hardware and the
other firms. The farmers were flat—
tered, the articles advertised, and the
inventor of this scheme is now enjoy
ing a comfortable income.
Her Stairs Unsoiled.
By the way of proving that Mas-
sachusetts. women sometimes carry
household neatness too far the Boston
Galaxy once told a story of a country
woman in the town of H—, whose
house took fire in the roof. All the
neighbors,'as a matter of course, came
rushing up to put out the fire, but as
the streets were very muddy and the
neighbors had not picked their‘way
carefully in their haste to save the
house their boots were covered with
mud. '
The housewife met them at the front
door. To get at the fire they must go
tip-stairs. .
“No,” she said, “them stairs has just
been washed—I cleaned ’em this morn-
in’ with my own hands, and I ain‘t
going to have you traipsin’ up and
down with your dirty feet.”
“But the fire’s got to be put out!”
they gasped.
,“You. ain’t 'got _to\ go on my stairs!”
she answered. She stood steadfastly
where she was, and would not let a
man in. Meantime the fire made swift
headway and soon consumed the etnire
house. ‘
THE RETURNED PRODIGAL.
This is the old. old place:
The daisies fleck the meadow still like
snow; .
There is the river in its noisy race.
And—\there’s the mule I mortgaged long
agol
There is the flossy mill,
Whose rotting wheels no more make merry
. rhymes;
There the church tower where the bells are
still. .
And—there the grocery Where I failed six
times! ,
There is, the old town‘ hall,
Crumbling with age; but as I stand and gaze
I hear no more the-ancient. accents fall:
"I think I’ll give youten, or thirty days 1"
Scenes of my youth—alas!
But—what bent figure in the twilight chill
(tomes limping toward me over fields of grass!"
'My creditnr._with a remembered bill!
* . _ —Atlant_a Constitution.
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AMERICA AS HE SAW IT.
Some of the Furiny Things the Captain oi
the Caravele Said.
A copy of “La Epoca,” anewpaper of
Madrid, has been received in New York
which contains the, address recently de-
livered before the Geographical Society
of that city by Captain Concas, of the
Spanish Navy, in which be commenced
on the people of this country in a man
ner for which he was compelled to apolo-
gize by Prime Minister Canovas del
Castillo, to whom United States Minis-
‘ter Taylor complained. These are some
of the remarks objected to by Minister
Taylor: ' .
The climate of the United States has
such eflfect on its people that the third
generation, without mingling with the
Indians, have the same shaped skulls as
the Indians.”
“The development of the United
States is due only to the unity of the
race and ‘high 'salaries.’ They care
only for the mighty dollarbl and do not
care to represent anything in the world’s
history.” .
“The politicians and administration
are the most immoral in the world, and
at banquets no one cares to sit next to
a politician or amember of the adminis-
tration.”
The belligerent Captain commanded
one of the caravels which came to this
country during the Columbian celebra-
tion, and of the things he saw at 3 nor-
mal college and at West Point he said:
“In the normal college I saw 4,000
strong girls working as carpenters. At
West Point the cadets were locked in
cells, studying mathematics and spend-
ing their spare moments in caring for
their linen. They were even afraid to
drill in the presence of my staff and
myself.”
Captain Concas concluded with these
words:
t‘ln the United States the people are
neither well instructed nor ignorant.
and are only half cultured. The United
States is not America, but should be
called Western Europe. Mix the good
and bad and it is impossible to say
whether the United States is an ele-
ment in civilization or a great danger
to it.” _ ‘
“La Epoca” says that at the close of
the lecture there was great applause,
and that General- Andie, president of
the Geographical Society, requested
to print the lecture in the society’s bul-
letin—New York Sun.
HIS WIFE SELECTS HIS CLOTHES-
Mr. Cleveland’s Dimensions are Growing
with the Country.
The Chicago Tribune says President
Cleveland is rapidly increasing in
weight. ' He has grown. stouter by sev-
eral inches and many pounds within a
year. , '
The Tribune can give the increase in
inches, but the gain in pounds is a se»
cret, which the President is keeping
even from himself.
“I gave up weighing along time
ago,” he said to his tailor last week,
“and,” he added dryly, “I recently gave
up guessing.”
The tailor and an assistant, for it
takes two men to measure the Presi-
dent, one to hold and the other to walk
around him with a tape, had been
called to the White House to take the
President's measure for two new spring
suits. They were sent for by Mrs.
Cleveland and told to bring a full line
of samples.
Like the wives of many other free-
born American citizens with a. family,
she knows before the President when
he needs new clothes, and takes great
interest in seeing that he "gets some-
thing that will wear well; look nice,
and be becoming.
Although he has the destiny of 70,-
000,000 people in his keeping, and is the
ruler of a. mighty nation, the President
of the United States always turns to
Mrs. Cleveland when he is brought to
face the suit question. Usually Mrs.
Cleveland selects dark goods.
Long black coats and slender trousers
tend to make a man of enormous girth
appear less stout than he really is, and
the President has heretofore affected
that style of dressing. This year, not
withstanding the growth of the Presi-
dent around the waist line, ‘Mrs. Cleve-
land has decided to make a radical
change, at least so far as one suit is
concerned.
The President .will soon appear in
much livelier garments than he has-
ever worn in Washington. They will
not be loud, nor ultra gay, but far from
black and really quite spring-like. Mrs.
Cleveland has picked out for this ex-
perimental suit a. light Scotch tweed,
.i sort of gray, brown and white mixt-
ure, with here and there a. fleck of light
blue. The pattern is what the tailors
call an “invisible check.” The suit,
which is now ready for delivery, does
great credit to Mrs. Cleveland’s taste.
and the President ought to be proud of
it. -
Rain “'ater for Complexions.
Southern girls, who are renowned for
the beauty of ‘ their complexions, claim
that they owe much to the constant use
of raln water. They take advantage
of the soft April showers and bottle the
rain drops as they fall. , . '
Coal Enough for Two Centuries.
A recent expert report of the extent
{if the anthracite coal fields in the
’jnited States places their contents at
11,921,400,000 tons. The annual pro
duction averages 45,000,000 tons, at
which rate the supply would last some
265 years. .
An Unkind Cut."
“There is something preying on"my
mind, doncher know,” said Cholly Gos-
lin to Miss Kittish.
“Dear me," replied the unimpressed
'girl, “what a‘very innutritious diet it
has selected.”-—Boston Herald.
A Critic Defined.
“What is a criticl”. . ‘
“He is a man‘ who rips things to
pieces without knowing how to put
them together again.”—Chicago Record.
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box at Hale’s drug store.
Captain Concas to give him permission.
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The List ofICures Will Soon Wipe
Out the List of Sufferers
in Nor-walk.
'Fiii“ one, then two, then four, then
81,?! -.
Rapidprogress, isn’t it ‘9 ~. '
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Excess ofurine—they cure.
Burning in passage—they cure.
Sediment or brick dust—they cure.
High color and mucus—they cure.
Diabetes and Bright’s disease—they
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f All the same to them—they’re made
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They are Doaii’s Kidney Pills.
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N o matter of how long standing.
How complicated and stubborn.
Nor-walk people know it now. s
Mr. Daniel S. Osterbank, . N o. 21
Belden avenue. says: ”I am seventy-
seven years old and a mill wright by
trade. In my younger davs I worked
very hard and for years I have been
troubled With kidney and bladder com-
plaint. My back ached so severely at
times I could not move and I was com-
pelled to get up often at night to uri-
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to Jk medicines and wore blasters but
may would not cure me. I saw Dean's
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. _ ’Ih‘ey were
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This is only-one statement among the
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5 Cents per Glass.
DRINK
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seeme .
WATER ,
FOR THE
Stomach,
Bo wels,
Liver and
Kidneys.
- FOR SALE BY
The Holmes, Keelei dialled 8o
DORLON HOUSE
GREGORY’S POIN I.
NOW OPEN FOR THE SEASON UP 1896.
Share Dinners,
Ilhode Island Glam Beige. '
Bathing. Boating. Fishing.
f Electric ears to Hotel,. every twenty «
minutes. ,
If your back is
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