MUST BE REDEEMED.
Some Valuable Information Abel“
. Theater Seats Not Gener-
ally Known.
The fact that a ticket bought for a V
theater and not used on the date
stamped on it is always good for an ad-
mittance is not generally known, and
probably theater managers would take
very little trouble to spread knowledge
of the fact; but it is nevertheless true,
says the New York Sun. “A man who
buys a reserved seat for a theater,”
said a theater treasurer who handles
more tickets every season than any
other in New York, “may not use it
on the evening for which he bought it.
‘Good for this date only’ may be
stamped on the pasteboard. That
would seem to mean that the ticket
could be used at no other time. Prob-
ably most of the public accepts that
as proving the impossibility of mak—
ing use of the ticket, and therefore few
make any attempt to get the worth
of their money when they were pre-
vented by any cause from using the
ticket on the date marked on it. But
it could be presented at any time and
would be good for, an admission. Any
theater manager would have to recog-
nize the. holder’s right to enter the f
of '
theater, although that would,
course, carry with it no right to the ,
seat. It is that right which is limited -
by the printed date. ‘ For all other i
purposes the ticket is quite as good as
if used on the date it bears.”
RELIGIOUS CAT BACKSLIDES.
The Sensitive Animal Refuses to At-
tend Prayers After Murder of
Her Offspring.
In' Susquehanna, Pa., is a household
made up of an old man, his housekeep-
er and their old cat.
are: the rule each evening in the house-
hold, and the cat fell into the habit of
regular and punctual attendance. No
other of the cares that. proverbially
croivd acat’s life was ever allowed to
interfere with this religious cat. At
the signal for prayers she would even
leave a mouse half caught or give a
doomed bird a longer lease of life and
decorously compose herself in the lap
Ibf the housekeeper with an air of atten-
tion to the service that. was highly edi-
fying. At the first. “amen"‘she went
briskly about her business.
But in an evil hour there came a kit—
ten that was deemed superfluous, and
sentence of death was pronounced upon
it. The head of the household-under-
took the eXecution of the sentence, and,
unknown to him, the cat. was a, wit—
nessof the scene. From that day the
cat refused to attend the evening s‘erv—
ice, and cannot now be induced to listen l
to the prayers of one who has shocked
her sensibilities and murdered her off-
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spring. She faithfully performs all
other duties as before, and sociably
purrs for the family on all secular oc-'
casions, but. rigidly draws the line on.
family prayers.
Family prayers ' '
BARREN, INDEED.
Such W’ouhl Be This \Vorld of Our:
It ,Men Could Live \Vith-
on} Air.
Atmosphere is not alone valuable
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when the sun went down the change
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The beautiful colors of the sky would
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Without air there would be no sound
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a human voice, music or the song of
birds. No fire could burn. no gas, no
lamps, no factories. no ironw-ure, no
jams and marmalade. no sweets. no
stiff collars and cuffs.
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Gastritis and Death
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ABRIEN, straightened his immacu-'
late tie before the small mirror
.With a smile in which was mingled
a. tinge of melancholic. Then he
. turned suddenly, made a bee line
. for the door and ran into acrowd
of fellows on the threshold.- He pulled
. himself up with a start. -
“The dickens! 011! is that _you,
Maury? ' Glad to see you;'l‘reston and
Davis and Page. No, can‘t stop. Beg
' pardon for nearly upsetting you all——
but I’m in the biggest kind of a hurry—-
I—" The rest was lost in the distance.
The students left glanced at one an-
other and laughed.
“Better look to your laurels, Maury.
‘ Sabrien’s after your girl,” said Preston
, good-naturedly. “Sabrien never hur-
ries unless Miss Whiting is around.”
“People who live in glass houses—”
. began Maury with the air of happy as-
surance that a university man always
assumes when he has secured for a. part-
ner the girl all the other men want.
“How in the name of all that’s won-
derful did Miss “Thiting happen to
promise this german to you?" demand-
ed Davis, struggling. with refractory
gloves.‘ ‘ ‘
Maury smiled knowingly.
“Asked her last year; wrote her a
note once a month reminding her of
the date—and emphasized the fact with
an occasional bunch of flowers."
“Occasional! That’s good!” chuckled
Davis.
“Don’t be a fool,” said Maury, elbow-
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“Forgot my gloves," snappedj‘Sabri-
on; “new pair—got them in New York
last time I was therea-‘lon’t; want to
‘lose them—” His voice trailed off as
he stopped and peered anxiously on
the floor.
“Here, wha‘L are you giving us?”
“First time you ever made such a fuss
over your togs!”
“Come, tell us the truth—why aren’t
you with Miss “'hiting?”
“Because Nelson has monopolized
her,” Sabrien growled, fishing the lost
articles from under the table.
Amid the general laugh the door
opened and a young fellow entered.
Over his arm was flung a coat, and he
twisted his hat nervously in his hands
in a wholly boyish fashion.
} “Is this the men’s dressing-room?”
lhe asked. . .
Sabrien straightened himself. Some:
thing in the boy’s face struck him.
“Yes—come right in,” he said.
“My name’s Chriswold,” went on the
boy, while a dark flush mounted to his
forehead. He was conscious that the
other men had ceased talk-ing and were
listening. He tried to keep his eyes
fixed on Sabrien. “I’m Mrs. Williams’
cousin. She got me an invitation to the
german. I’ve just come with her, and
she told me to-leave my hat and coat
here.” . I
“That’s right—put them down,” and
Sabrien brushed aside his own coat,
Maury‘s silk handkerchief and Page’s
hat to make room on the table for the
newcomer. _ .
“Thank you,” said the boy, grate-
fully.
Page, as he passed him on -his way to
the door.
“No—but I hope to year after next,”
answered young Chriswold. “I’m just
down for the night. I suppose you've
been here some time?” he added alittle
wistfully. ' “ _
“Fourth year,” answered Page lacon-.
isally. “Do you know any of the
girls?" ‘
“No. but my cousin promised to intro-
duce me to some. She said something
about 'a Miss Whitinv. Is she nice?"
“Nice! Well upon my soul! Do you
mean to say you‘ve never heard of Miss
Whiting, of the university?”
The boy flushed again:
"No," he said, "but I hope to.”
“Don't worry—you will. Come along.
3 fellows; there goes the first waltz. See
you again," and Page walked away, fol-
: lowed by Maury and Preston and Da-
vis, and a host of late arrivals. Sabrien
turned toward young Clll‘lS\\'Cl(l. who
held back. ,
“Come along, youngster," he said,
with a. kindly smile, “and try not to let
the other fellows see it’s your first
dress suit." >
('TlII'lswold never forgot Miss Whit-
ing as he first saw her. She was stand-
ing in the 'far corner of the gymnasium.
_' like a queen surrounded by her court.
' Chewas every inch :1 queen. too—head
; and shoulders above every other wom-
an in the room—her arms a bower of
flowers, and on her breast :1 diamond
g and emerald pin of fantastic shape that
5 held young Chriswold’s eyes and fas-
cinated him. “Then his cousin brought
him up Miss Whiting drew her dress,
of heavy silk aside and smiled. The
boy sat down, scarcely noting the men
who formed a semicircle near.
aroused by . hearing Miss Whiting's
voice: . -
avis, do you see that little girl
“Mr.
over there—the one in the” blue chif-
fon ‘3" ' .
Davis! stated indifi’erently that he
’ did.
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“Well, you’re going to ask her for
this waltz," Miss Whiting said. com-
placently.
“I’m not going to do anything of the
kind," said Davis, rebelliously.
“Not even as a special favor to me ‘3"
“Is it because you want to get rid of
Inc—or are you really sorry for the lit-
tle wall flower?" he asked, quizzically.
Miss Whiting laughed. It might have
meant anything. ' ‘ ’
She turned to the boy and" began to
talk“ One by one the men drifted 02?,
leaving them alone together.
» “yqu have come to the university for
good?" .
Young Chriswold did not try to dis- '
guise his: admiration. E lie locked.
straight at her.
“Studying at the university?” asked ,
lie was,
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“It could onlyvbe for—good,”-,lic said.
boyishly.
She did
him.
“That was- it pretty little speech for
so young a fellow," she answered, smil-
mg.
“I‘m 17,” ' protested young Chris-
'wold.
“So old?”
at him, and Chriswold grew a little
pale. “And I am—ah! I do not like to
think—” .‘
“You need not be afraid,” said young
Chriswold, gently. “You know a wom-
an is as old as she looks, and—”
Miss Whiting raised her hand depre-
catingly. The boy‘ stopped suddenly,
once more aware of the size of his feet
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not try to misunderstand
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which he had for a moment forgotten.
It was, Maury who led the german
that night—Maury and Miss Whiting.
The'german was drawing to a close.
Miss Whiting walked leisurely down
the long room. A dozen men watched
her breathlessly. .
“She’s going totake me out. I can
see it-—she’s coming straight this way,”
whispered Davis, nudging Sabricn, who
sat near.
“You conceited idiot! Can’t you see
she’s looking direct at me?” And So."-
brien began to study the effect of the
decorations. -
Page clasped and unelasped his fin-
gers nervously. He could not take his
eyes Off of her. It was the first time
she had approached the old crowd that
night. She had danced the other fig-
ures with some of the professors and a
chap from the north. But this! Was
this not a test?
“God!” he whispered.
Young Chriswold, sitting a little
apart, watched the tableau curiously.
Miss Whitingwas upon them. A strange
light. shone from the fantastic pin on
her breast. ' ‘
“Will youdance’ this with me?" she
asked. -
\Young Chriswold looked up. She
looked down into his eyes.
“lVill you dance this with me ‘3” she
repeated, and Chriswold thought her
voice the sweetest he had 'ever heard.
Hesprang to his feet.
“1?”
She smiled.
“If you will.”
Davis looked at Sabrien, and they
both laughed weakly. Page icoked
straight ahead of him. .
“It’ll be your turn next," Miss Whit—
ing whispered at his side. The voice
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“WILL YOU DANCE THIS WITH ME?"
SHE REPEATED. ~
He . looked up and
broke Page‘s spell.
smiled.
‘ “Sure enough?”
“Yes," she nodded. and then was
swept away. . .
But there were no more figures, and,
when a little later Page reproached
her with it, she only Faughed.
“Did you know it?” he demanded.
“Tell me—did you ?"
She ran her fingers caressingly over
the petals of a withered rose.
“Perhaps—I dic ,” she said.
“I’m a fool,” said Page savagely.
“We’re all fools; we ” '
“I am so tired of all this—~the heat
and the glare. Won‘t you take me
out?” she asked pleadingly. Her eyes
wercan appeal, and while he knew they
lied he could not repress the eagerness
that crept into his voice.
“Surely. Wherc shall it be?"
Miss Whiting drew her silk
about her. 3 _
“Where should we go but to the ro—
tunda steps?" she answered, and she
smiled again. '
Chriswold left the brilliantly lighted
building soon after Maury had come to
reclaim his partner. He wanted to be
quite alone. . l «' 3
He left Jefi‘: hall, wandered through
the college grounds and went past the.
chapel. On, until he was close to the
rotunda steps. The dim outline of two
figures—a woman's and a man's—rest-
ing there stood out from the blackness
of the night. He smiled as he passed
them quickly. He had grown a good
deal older in these lastyfive hours. Down
the long arcade he went, until the foot
of the quadrangle was reached. There
he paused and turned and‘faced the
great rotunda. In the east faint streaks
of light foretold the coming,r of the
dawn. Never hadthd majesty 0f the
.long arcades and the great white col-
umns looming up before him appealed
to him as they did ~now.
“I told her I was coming back to
F study, and she smiled and said she was
so glad.” He, paused. He could .see,
even atsthat distance, that the man and
Woman had risen from the rotunda
scarf
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and the awkwardness of his hands,,
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