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Kisrr’s INTERVIEW.
7’
“I. lady to see you, sir Jeremy
Grizs‘m 'used very unparliamentary
language, but taking into considera-
tion the fact that his visitor might! be
close at hand, in compliment to her
sex his aha-themes were uttered in Ger-
man. ' ‘
“Madam,” said Jeremy Grigson,
wit-h a. severe how, “I have an excel-
lent memory, but I cannot recollect
having made your acquaintance on
any previous occasion.”
‘ “You have an excellent memory?
Thanks.” She made another note.
“May I sit down? I am rather tired.”
. “Certainly, madam.” Jeremy plac-.
ed a chair for her.
“I am from the Weekly Cihatt-erer,”
she said. “Can- you let me have a
, photograph to go .in with the inter-
view?” .
“Never had one taken in my life,”
said Jeremy. He was not a handsome
man, yet there‘w-as something in his
face better than good looks.
“Not even when you were a baby?
Almost anything would do.”
“Not even then.”
“Allow me one question: What
have I done that I should be inter-
viewed?”
.“Don’t you know that the whole
town is talking of your book?”
“I don’t know anything about it,”
he said, savagely, “except that I sold
the copywright for twenty pounds,
and that the twenty pounds is spent.”
She had got hold of 'an immense fact
but she dropped her pencil, and her
fiippant, aggressive air with it.
. “What a shame!” she said; “what a
wicked shame. Your publishers will
make hundreds and thousands out of
that book. It is creating a furore.
Such a. case should not be possible",
and especially when a man really
needs the money.”
'He looked attentively at her for the
first time. He had seen already that
she was young and pretty; but he no-
ticed now that there was a worn,
pinched look about her small, very
pretty face. He had seen the same
look growing on other faces in Bohe-
mia; it had grown upon his own; and
he knew the meaning ogit.
“You understand about
money?” he asked her.
“I should think I do,” she answer-
ed, sharply. “Do you suppose I should
be here now if I didn’t?" .
“Sometimes people work at atrade
because they like it.”
“If it were a trade I liked, every-
thing would be differen-t. I aspired to
literature once, but I could not even
make dry bread by it. Ever since I
have been hanging on to the skirts of
journalism, and sometimes there is a.
great deal of mud. on them. If you
only knew how people treat me now
and again when I go to interview
them! You may thank your stars and
your genius for having placed you
above all that, at any rate."
“Are they often as brutal as I was?”
he asked; gently. “I am awfully
sorry; won’t you forgive me?”
“Don’t mind about it,” she said
huskily. “I know very well what I
must have seemed to you—an impu-
dent, brazen, bold wretch. I am hor-
ribly nervous by nature, and I put all
that side on just to cover up the
fright, and impress people with the
idea that I intend to get anyin-forma-
tion I want, no matter how reticent
they try to be. Often they tell me
more than they intend—as you did just
now—merely to get rid of me, because
they think I am writing down a. whole
lot that they don’t want said about
them. I should stand a bad chance if
they only knew that I am quite as
anxious to get away from them as
they are to get away from me.
“If this interview is any object to
needing
you," he said, in an awkward, shame-
faced way, “I will tell you all you
want to know. I am not quite such a
churl as I pretended to be. Only—
;Well, I am proud as well as poor, and
suppose there is no need to‘ make the
details of my poverty public?” He
glanced first at the meagre furnishing
of the room, and then at his thread-
bare clothes.
“Oh!” It was actually a little cry
of pain. “Do you think so badly of
me as that still? I will go now.‘ I
wish I had not come.”
‘She turned very white as she rose,
and caught at her chair to steady her-
self.
“For heaven’s sake, don’t faint!"
cried Jeremy, desperately. He made
a stride toward her, and, without a
word of apology, he caught her by the
arm and pushed her back into the
chair. “What did you do it for?” he
asked, with a great show of indigna-
tion. “What is the matter with you?”
“I couldn’t help it,” she said. “If
I had gone on walking I should have
been all right, but the short rest‘fin-
ished me. I am very tired, and—”
She gave a little gasp, and her eyelids
fluttered.
and came forth with a brandy .bottle.
There was very little in it, but enough
for the purpose. He stood over her
in a threatening attitude until she
consented to drink a teaspoonful. He
tried to insist on-a second.
“I cannot, really,” she said. “I dare
not. It would go to my head at once,
because—~because—”
Jeremy Grigson knelt down beside
her and took her hand.
“Is it because you . have had no
luncheon?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said; and her color began
to return. “Do you know how it
feels?"
He nodded with sympathetic grav—
ity.
"‘Been there dozens of times,” he
said; and he did not let go her hand,
neither did she withdraw it. “Poss bly
you have walked the whole way from .
the Chatterer's office to this house?” .
‘.
Jeremy dived into a wall cupboard, : ashamed to- be seen With me?
“I had no choice. This represents
my whole fortune until such time asI
am paid for the interview.”
She pulled three half pence out of
her pocket, and showed it to him lying
on the ""worn palm of her little gray
glove.
Quite involuntarily he lifted to his
lips the hand he was holding. Then
she drew it away and tried to return
to her former manner.
“Just tell me where you were born,”
she said, “and how the central idea of
your book first occurred to you, and I
will go.”
“You will do nothing of the kind,"
said Jeremy, firmly. “I am just going
to have my tea—‘high tea,’ because I
am a homely sort of fellow. I will not
tell you another word unless you stay
and share it with me.”
“But I have to write up the inter-
view now at once. It must be put into
type to-night.”
“Very well. You can do it here
while our cutlets are being cooked.
You will find plenty of paper, pens and
ink on my writing table, such as it is.
Here area few notes for you.” He
filled half a sheet of paper quickly, in
a small, clear hand. “Now I shall
leave you for half an hour to your
work, if you will solemnly promise me
not to-run off while I am away.”
“I don’t want to run off in the very
least,” she said; and she looked away
from him to hide the tears in her
eyes. But he saw them all the same.
When he came back he was accom—
panied by a waiter laden with mater-
ial for a feast brought from the near-
est restaurant, and he had letters in
his hand, because he had encountered
the evening postman on the doorstep.
She wanted to help him to spread
the tablecloth and arrange the food,
but he said it would make him ill if
he did not wait on himself, because he
was so used to doing it. So she read
her manuscript aloud to him instead,
and he criticised it as he stumbled
about with plates, knives and forks.
They took their meal together in
merry, picnic fashion, like children
who had known each other all their
lives, and when hunger was satisfied
they exchanged some further confi-
dences. They were both °alone in the
world, both dependent on their pens,
although in vastly different lines, and
they were both young, notwithstand-
ing the fact that Jeremy’s hair had a
sprinkling of gray in it. Her name
was Kitty, and he told her that had
been his mother’s name. She was
very glad, although she scarcely knew
why.
“I have several literary irons in the
fire,” he said, presently, “and those
letters look like business. May I open
them? Thanks. Then, if the news is
good, you will be the first to congratu-
late me; and if it is bad, it will be
some consolation to hear you say,
‘Poor dev’-—-I beg your pardon, I mean
‘poor fellow.’ I have not spoken to a
lady for three years.”
He opened the first letter.
“Good,” he said. “The Tip-TOp
Magazine accepts Mr. Grigson’s serial,
the first instalment of which will ap-
pear next month. That manuscript
has been lying at the oflice of the Tip-
Top for six months, and I have written
about three times without being able
to elicit a reply.” ,.
“Nothing succeedg like success,"
said Kitty "Open the next.”
He did so.
' “Still better!” he exclaimed. “I ap-
plied for a post just vacant on the
staff of the Pulverizer. It means three
hundred a year for a. weekly column of
criticism. The last man was a great
swell, and he gave it up because one of
his own books was smashed to atoms
by mistake in another part of the pa-
per. Well, I have got the pos .”
“Splendid!" she cried. Now the
last one.”
“Best of all!” he cried, as he glanc-
ed through it. “Because it shows hu-
man nature in an agreeable light. My
publishers inclose a check for two
hundred" pounds in consideration of
therphenomenal success of ‘The Book,’
and they will bet‘happy to allow me to
make my own terms for the next one.
Kitty. I am waiting to be congratu-
lated.” '
He had called her by her Christian
name quite unconscibusly.
She sprang to her feet, blushing furi-
ously, and began hunting for her
gloves.
“I can’t say half Imean about it,”
she stammered. “Wont you take for
granted how glad I am? I must go'
now; the evenings are long, but they
don’t last forever. I want; to thank you
and I don’t know how.” ' ’
“When may I cone to see you?” he
asked. retaining her hand again.
"Oh. never ! I live in such a. wretch-
ed place. and you are among the great
ones of the world now, you know.”
“0” course,” he said, coolly. “It does
11’}: matter in the least whether you
give me your address or not, because ‘I
am g .ing to escort you home, and then
I shall find it out for myself. Are you
We
could stop at a tailor’s on the way, but
there would be certain drawbacks to
that compromise.” ,
“My clothes are infinitely worse than
your=," she said. humbly. , , ‘
"Quite a different case,” he assured
her. "I believe you .would look well
dres=e¢i in'a ‘gunny sack.’ ”
Then t ey set out together. He did
not off 1‘ to take a. cab. AnhOur’ earlier
he would have cloneso. but he was.cmn~
parallvely speaking. a. rich man now,
and he dared not run the risk of seem-
ing lo'patronize her poverty. She un
derstood, and liked him all the but:er
for it.
This was a day to be remembered in
Lotll'tlleir ilves. ‘
Three months later'there was a much
talked-of little wedding bleakfast. at;
which most- of the guests wele literary
celebritils. but. another 'l;tervlewer
"wrote it up”:or the Weekly Chair-area
.‘ Jeremy had married Kitty. '
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1'19! and Stocks Arc of Gorgeous Hues,and
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[By special arrangements with the N.Y.Sun.]
The butterfly bow tie has a most unu-
sual appearance when untied, and to
the uninitiated it appears less like a
tie than almost anything ,else one
could imagine. In reality it is
nothing more ‘ nor less than a
wide string “tie wvith broad ends
so notch-ed as to, ' when tied, give
the fluffy efiect of a narrow Windsor.
It possesses. one very great advantage
to feminine minds, as it is so easily
tied Correctly. In fact, it would be
next to impossible to tie it any other
way. The most stylish are in dark
plaids and Roman stripes in any and
all colors. They should be selected to
contrast and not match the waists with
which they are to be worn.
The accordion-plaited bow is a.
made-up tie, two full accordion-plait-
ed ends fastened to a plain band by a.
puffy little knot in the center. These
come in all solid colored and figured
silks and in the black satin. The new-
est, and perhaps the most stylish, are
of shaded silk, the outer edge of the
bow being much brighter than the cen-
ter and the band on which it is made.
One pretty tie of this description had
ends of rose cerise shaded to black,
and fastened to its black band with a
soft cerise knot.
Something entirely new and for
evening wear is the floral boa. It is a.
thick garland of bright colored flow-
ers, to be worn close around the neck,
with ends of broad taffeta ribbon.
These are especially designed to take
uhe place of the ostrich boa. for even-
ing wear in the early fall before one,
feels the need of furs. They are much
cheaper than ostrich boas and, as they
are generally becoming, will doubtless
be much worn. A striking one, and
becoming to a brunette, is of large, yel-
low chrysanthemums; with three
rows of blossoms and twelve in a. row,
with four broad streamers of yellow
taffeta ribbon. On the ends of each of
these ribbons was fastened a Chrysan-
themum, giving the effect of large,
fluffy tassels. ,
A pretty model for a gown is shown
in one of the accompanying illustra?
tions. It is composed of black cloth
and cerise silk. The black, cloth skirt
is tucked to just above the‘knees. The ~
pouched bodice of the cerise silk is
braid-ed back and forth with black vel-
vet ribbon in two widths. The sailor
collar and epaulets are of white em-
broidered muslin, and so is the yoke, '
which is crdssed with the velvet rib-
-bon from each shoulder toward the.”
front, where the ribbons fasten with
a cut steel buckle to a narrow band of
silk. The tight sleeves are puffed 'at
"the top and areiflnished at the wrists
with embroidéred muslin frills. Sev-
eral bands of the two widths of vel-_
vets ares-ct aroundthc sleeves above
f the elbow. '
'self that the Ohio men had obtained
THE OHIO MAN. - ”W
The Secret of Why the Buckeye Gets So
Many Offices.
The washington correspohdent Ol
the‘St.‘ Louis Globe-Democrat says
some of these who keep jealous watch
of the distribution of the offices seem
to fear that Ohio will fare too well.
They keep tab on the states as the.
prizes come out of the wheel in the
White House Library, and they fre-
quently comment with significant em-
phasis: -
“Another Ohio man!” ,
In so far as this is interpreted to
be a criticism of the appointing power
the point is not well taken. The Ohio
man is conspicuous in Washington
only as he is everywhere west of the
Alleghenies. The sole difference be-
tween the condition when an 'Ohio man
is President and when a. man from
any other state is in the mansion is
that the candidates is inclined to make
a little more of his nativity.
The truth is that the Ohio man is an
aggressive, pushing fellow, and there
are many more of him in the van of
all kinds of activities than the country
realizes. A [few years ago, when the
Christian Endeavors were in conven-
tion at St. Louis a. Minnesota. man
was elected to one of the most im-
portant offices. Thereupon the Min;
nesota delegates arose as one person
and gave the Chautauqua salute. - As
soon“ as state pride had been expressed
in that way, all Ohio got up and re-
peated. Somebody wanted to know
what Ohio had to do with it, and the
answer was that Ohio gave this of-
ficial to Minnesota.
“There it is again," exclaimed some
one from the platform, “the Ohio man
to the front in 5religion as in politics.”
Of course this prompted a. laugh. Be-_
fore it died away, the Rev. Dr. Bur-
rows sprang to the front of the plat-
form and shouted:
“All who were born in Ohio, or ever
lived there, stand up.”
Two-thirds of the vast body stood
u .
pErr-President Hayes, in private con-
versation, subsequently commented
upon the St. Louis incident. He was
reminded of what took place during
his administration, and of what an
investigation showed him. The news-
papers published lists of his appoint-
ees and dwelt on the number of' Ohio
men among them. Mr. Hayes was not
disturbed by the committees of the pa-
pers, but he had a curiosity to look
for the explanation. He satisfied him-
recognition by sheer force of their
natural capacity for advancement.
More than any other state Ohio had
contributed to the leadership of men
V .
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Taught to Assist Their Wives
Next. ’to the locomotive, the m ssicn-
ary that appeals most strongly to my
sympathies is one after the fashion of '
Mrs. Dartnell, Wheae hu and com—
mands the local militaryfbrces of-the
colony. Colonel Dartnell was sta-
tioned at one time in a part of the
colony where his official residence was
approached by a. path leading up a
steep hill. 7' .
He was much respected by the na-
tives, and there were frequent occa-
sions for these to visit him. Mrs.
Dartnell discovered that the native
custom was to let the wives carry the
burdens up this hill, while the gentle-
men of the party contented . them:-
selves with a Stick or a spear. With
fine feminine tact, Mrs. Dartnell com-
menced her missionary career by in-
viting the heavily burdened women to
rest themselves and have refresh-
ments; but the men she ostentatiously
ignored, on the ground that, as they
had done no work, they could not re:
quire any rest or refreshments. Little
by little the neWs of this social revolu-v
tion permeated the mind of the black
neighborhood, and it was a. revolution
by no means uncongenial to the advo-
cates of black woman's rights. Soon
it was learned that one black man had
actually carried part of his wife’s
' burden up the hill; and as this was not
followed by a convulsion of ‘nature,
other Zulus followed the example, un-
til little by little it became the rule, in
that neighborhood at least, for a man
to assist his wives in the bearing of
burdens.—~Harper’s Magazine.
Pathetic Ignorance.
“I have heard and read many pathetic
stories,” said Senator Hear not long
ago, “but none of them ever awoke so
much sad sympathy as one which Prof.
Gallaudet related. The professor has
a favorite pupil—a little deaf-mute boy,—
exceptionally bright. Mr. Gallaudet
asked him if he knew the story of
George Washington and the cherry
tree. With his nimble fingers the little
one said he did, and then he proceeded
to repeat it. The noiseless gesticula-
tions continued until the boy had -in-
formed the professor of the elder
lated tree and of his quest for the mu-
tilator. ‘When George’s father asked
him who hacked his favorite cherry
tree, signaled the voiceless choild.
'George put his hatchet “ in "his left
hand—’ ‘Stop,’ interrupted the pro
professor, ~‘Where do you get your au-
thority for saying he took the hatchet
in his left hand?’ ‘Why,’ responded
in the West and Northwest. Natural
conditions accounted for this, the ex-
President said. The first great wave
of 'migratibn from the Atlantic sea-s.
board settled Ohio. It did not go into
Indiana, because that was prairie, and
the early pioneers thought prairie land
was not worth having. They wanted ’
woodland and found it in Ohio. Two
waves entered Ohio; the Puritan set-
tled the Western Reserve; the Cavalier
occupied the Military Tract. It was in
Ohio, said Mr. Hayes, and not in
Illinois, as Henry W. Grady thought,
that the waves of the Puritans and the
Cavalieirs met and commingled, pro-
iucing the born leaders of men Who,
when the next great tide started, a
couple of generations later, swept over
and possessed Indiana, Michigan, 11-
linois, Wisconsin, Iowa. Minnesota,
Kansas, Nebraska and the Dakotas.
Thus, Mr. Hayes accounted for the
long lists of Ohio men he had unwit-
tingly appointed toofiice. The theory
will hold good for this administration.
President McKinley has put many
Ohio men into office, but not a larger
proportion than may be counted in
Congress or in the front rank, of any :
go-as-you-please walk in life.
THEIR edmns’ To' SCIENCE.
A Compact Entered Into by Pupils of the
Chicago University.
Pupils of Professor Frederick Starr,
forming the Autopsy Society of the
University of Chicago, have entered
into a compact to give their brains to
science when they die.. Each member
will also write out a history of his men-
tal processes from the beginning to
as near the end of his life as possible,
and give a statement of the vices and
virtues which have influenced him...
Students of anthropology have found
much difficu ty in obtaining the eel-e-
bral tissue of sound-minded persons.
The brains of criminals and insane
persons are easily procured. and in—
teresting data have been gathered as
to what a person's brain should not
the boy, ‘he needed his right hand €51
tell his father that he cut the tree.’ ”—
S-t. LouisGlobe-Democrat. g
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STOLEN PERFUME. """"
One of Nature‘s secrets Discovered by
which Flowers can he Given Any Odor.
There are some things on which na.
' ture should have applied for a patent.
Science is infringing on her rights in
a woful manner.. . , «Kl
The last act of depredation is in the
matter of the perfume of flowers. We
all. know that a. rose by any other
name would smell as sweet, but hither-
to the perfume 9f the reg: has belong;
ed tothat queen of flowers. Now it is
to be given, by scientists, to 'any or
every blossom. The, gorgeous yellow
and red Chrysanthemums may add to
their flaunting darms the dainty per-
fume of the violet? The marigold, rob-
bed of its unpleasant odor, may fill the
air with the fragrance of the tropical
jessamine and orange flower. The
violet, that hitherto has hinted “to
heaven with odOr more than hue,” may
be deprived of its delicate and charac-
teristic scent, and mfie to exhale on.
the spring air the breath of magnolia
or musk. _ .
And all this is because Parisian
scientists, in order to keep in step
with the faddist's of the ‘day, have
striven for and discovered one of na-
ture’s secrets—Puritan. ‘
California's Asphalt Fields.
Company at Ventura, Ventura county,
is being rapidly pushed to completion.
Its output will be about 300.barrels o'f’
refined asphalt per day. The asphalt
beds“ of California are beginning to at-
tract much attention. An officer of the
state mining bureau, who has been ex-
amining the asphalt beds of the Sisquoc
country, San Luis Obispo county, says
they form one of the largest fields ever
discovered. California asphalt is now
being tested on the streets of Paris and
be. But to learn the appearance of the
brain of a normal person has been
hard. By examinations of these stu-
dents’ brain-s', with the accompanying
wr‘ttenrecord it is believed the man- 5
ifold shades of character, may be 10-
rated in their respective parts of the
1min.- ~New York Ledger.
Safe.
“May I kiss you, Miss
asked young Mr. higgins.
_“Have you ever kissed a girl be- .
fibre?” asked the young woman.
“Never!” asseverated the young
man. '
“Then you may kiss me. I draw '
the line at men who kiss and tell.- I
[,ife.
Tenspot ?"
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VEK‘
Stamped . “BOSS
V THE ORIGINAL '
, - 5 Always-withefiamfei
' of Glasgow to compare it with the sup«
ply from other sources. It is an as3
phaltic sandstone, while that from
Trinidad is an asphaltic
'which is said to be much inferior to.
the California produce, as it cracks.
when used for paving. The total value
of the output of asphaltic products in
California last year was $485,000.-CCQ.
New York Sun. .
“They do say that every American is
l. born inventor,” said the patriotic
gentleman.
fat lady, “is an exception. He'uses
she, same old excuse for being out late
:hat I usedto hear my father use."—-—~-
l indianapolis Journal.
w . ...
WOMAN’SRIGHTS AMonfg' z‘ULAg, — 5'; ..
'By a Little Diplomacy tile'.1VIéll a... ”
Washington’s discovery of the muti-~
The plant of the California Asphalt .
limestone; .
“My husband,” said the‘ . .
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