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' A‘FA’CE IN'THE‘GLASS‘
Why it was that George Edmonds, who
had been known as the nerviest man in
' a football game and 'thebest boxer at
college, could not ' summon up enough
Courage to propose to little Arline. :Phil-
lips was a mystery. But it was‘"so.‘ Ho
could not do it. .
George had arrived at his ’tWentyc
fourth year without falling a victim to
any feminine fascinations, but now he
was badly in love, and that little blonde,
Arline Phillips, was the only physician
who could help his partibuial' complaint.
The rim.- was Halloween, and George
was to take Arline to a party at the house
of a friend. He knew all of the old Hal-
loween games, uml he decided that to-
night, Of all nights, was the time for him
to make the plunge, if he ever were to do
so. ~
He stood in front of his mirror, sur-
veyed himself, and wondered how it was
that a six‘foot man, with the determined
looking chin that he had, could not pro-
pose to a little girl who stood five feet
nothing in 'her high-heeled boots. .
“Halloween is the time,” he said
as he turned from the glass, “and I’ll
settle it to-night forever.”
He got into the cab that had been wait-
ing for him and ordered the driver to go
on to the house of Arline—his Arline he
hoped she would be before the night was
over.
Miss Phillips received George with the
careless, almost sisterly familiarity
which is as much of a set—back to lovers
as a decided coldness would be. He
would have liked it had she been a lilr
tle more distant with him.
As it was already late, they went at
once to the house where the party was to
be, and were received at the door by Miss
Katie Edmon'ston, their hostess.
Miss Edmonston, a little girl with a
freckled face and red hair, whom' no one
could call pretty, but whom all called
attractive, received them at the door
and told them to hasten, as the games
were already in progress.
In the parlor was a large crowd of young
men and Women, busily engaged in the
sport of diving for. apples. In this sport,
as every one knows, a lot of apples, each
bearing the name of a. man, are placed in
a tub of water, and the girls try to catch
them in their teeth. The name on the
apple caught is sure to be the name of
the future husband of the young woman
who dives. There was another tub filled
with apples in which there were the
names of girls, but that was for the men,
and consequently of comparatively little
interest.
There was much diving, much laughter
and much disgust when it was found
that carefully curled hair was, owing to
the water, hanging down, before the
eyes of the owners, straight and stiff.
But no one cares about hair at 9. Hal-
loween party, and so the disgust was
short-lived, indeed.
At last it came Arlinc’s turn‘ to dive,
and, while the laughing crowd of girls
were busy dragging her to the tub. George
Edmonds slipped into it five apples, each
bearing his own name.
He thought that should Arline get an
apple with his name on it she would then
expect the proposal that he was mustering
up his courage to make.
Arline leaned ’over the tub and bit an
apple, but it floated away from her, and
so she tried again, but with no better
success than before. ' She was persistent,
however,an‘d in about five minutes drip-
ping and triumphant, she stood up with
an apple held fast between her teeth.
An inspection revealed the fact that
the apple bore instead of the name of
George Edmonds the name of Frederick
Hopkins. This Hopkins was a dapper
little fellow who all the girls said was
“nice,” and he sat in the corner and
smiled a huge smile when he heard the
fair Arline read his name. To make mat-
ters worse, the festive Frederick had been
a. frequent visitor at’ Miss Phillips’s
house, and George had often been jealous
of thejattention she paid him.
The evening wore on and poor George
was in evident agony over the fact that
Arline had not chosen him for a partner
in any of the games, and had, on the con-
trary, taken the dapper Hopkins more
than once. -George wished for some time
that young Hopkins was playing full back
to his end on rival football teams.
“0h; wouldn’t I down him!” he mut-
tered; but fortunately for Hopkins, it was
Halloween, and not Thanksgiving day,
and that young gentleman wouldn’t
have played football anyway—it was too
rough. ‘\ ,
Midnight struck, “the Witching hour
when graves give forth their dead.” And
now was the time for the final and posi-
tive test. A girl took a. candle in one
hand and in the other 3 looking glass and
walked backward up the stairs. It was
supposed that at the top of the flight she
would see the face of her future husband
in the glass, but under no circumstances
was she to turn around, for that would
break the spell.
Several girls tried it, each one solemnly
declared that she had seen a face in the
glass, and then came Arline’s turn.
“I suppose she’ll see that fellow Hop-
kins,” muttered George, as Arline went
to get a. light for her candle.
Just at this moment Katie Edmonston
rushed up to George and said:
“Be quick, run up the back stairs and
look over Arline’s shoulder when. she
reaches the top. Hurry up now or she’ll
see you.” '
George hesitated but a moment and
then obeyed. He reached the dark top
floor and groped his way to the head of
the front stairs. There he paused.
“Suppose,” thought he,“that this should
give her a fright from which _ she never
could recover. Shall I do it?”
He had almost decided in the negative
when he heard Arline coming slowly up
the stairs. Up one flight she came and
then on up the next. Very slow work it
was and George could hear his heart
thumping wildly as she came on.
Buta few steps remained for her and
then George bent over and almost touch-
ed her shoulder with his chin.
Arline sighed in a pleased sort of way,
and then, without turning commenced
her downward trip.
He rushed down the back stairs and
when Arline Phillips reached the lower
floor George was leaning against the wall
trying to look unconcerned, but only suc-
ceeded in looking as if he had committed
petit larceny and been caught in the
act.
Miss Phillips was besieged with ques
tions. “\Vhom had she seen?” “Did he
look natural?” “Just tell us his first
name; or even the color of his hair?”—but
Arline refused, but said that he was a
very nice young man.
George and Arline did not ride home
that night, but as they were walking
along he told the story that for so long
had troubled him, and she, with just the
' proper difi'idence, said:
I Advertise in the GAZETTE. " I
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The wedding took place with the begin-
ning of the new year. =jii$t two months
after All Hallowa Eve, and as George-Ed-
monds, the proudest man ’ in New York,
Walked down the aisle, he saw Miss Ed—_
monston looking at him - from the corner
of her eye, and as he passed her seat he,
bowed and murmured: '
"Thanks.” , _
Once in the carriage with Arline,
Gedrge grew grave.
“Arline,” he said, “I have aquestion
toask and a. secret 'to tell you. Didn’t
Halloween night influence you some in
accepting me ?”
. After a moment she answered with re-
luctance, “Yes.”
“Well. Arline,” he said, “I stood at the
head of the stairs and looked over your
shoulderthat night. Now don’t get an-
gry,” he continued as she raised her
handkerchief to [her face.
She remained silent while one could
count ten and then said with a little
laugh: '
“Why should I be angry. when it was I
who told Katie Edmonston to send
you up the back stairs.
IOALLING A HALT ON PIOKLES.
Boston School Girls to no Deprived of
Their Favorite Luncheon.
Considerable interest is being mani-
fested in regard to the luncheon
commended unmasfiim forboys end.
girls in the high schools. At almost ev-
ery high school in the city the majority
of the pupils buy their luncheons from
the lunch counter kept by the janitor,
and the food so provided consists largely .
of pies and cakes—“bakehouse stuff”—
as some people call it, and pickles.
janitors keep that kind of food because
the pupils buy it in preference to other
more wholesome kinds and also because
there is probably more profit in it. N cv’
ertheless the parents of the pupils are
anxious that some diflcront system may
be adopted in the manner of furnishing
something was done about it, for in
schools where there are no lunch counters
pcddlcrs of cheap candy, cocoanut cakes,
and other unwholesome compounds make
their appearance at recess, and are gen-
erally well patronized by the hungry
boys and girls.
The first official step toward bettering
this state of things was taken when an
order was passed by the School Board
providing that all luncheons sold in the
public schools should be such as are ap—
proved by the Committec on Hygiene and
Physical Training. The committee was
instructed to report at the next meeting
of the Board a plan for providing suitable
luncheons at proper places for the high
school pupils—Boston Transcript.
RACE WITH A MOOSE.
He Leads a Railroad Train for Over t
Quarter of a Mile.
The morning express on the Bangor and
Aroostock, from Houlton, had a race
with a moose one afternoon, that is vivid.
ly described by the Boston Herald. Be-
tween Island Falls .and Crystal, about
thirty miles out of Houlton, the engineer
saw a huge moose on the track, watching
the approaching train and evidently un«
. determined whether to derail it or jump
off and let it go about its business.
The engineer blew asuccession of sharp
blasts with the whistle, and this the
moose evidently took for the word go for
a race between himself and the train. At
any rate, he turned, and, with the train
not more than a dozen rods from him,
he started down the track. The train was . . . .
moving at the rate of forty miles an hour, I rare, and the water immediately clapped
but the moose flew like the wind and
kept his distance. The passengers heard
the warning blasts of the whistle‘ and
knew that something was on the track,
but not until the train reached Crystal
Station did they learn that they had been
racing with a moose.
For a quart-er of a mile the big animal
kept up the I. I most incredible pace neces-
sary to keep anead of the train, and then,
as if satisfied that he had convinced his
competitor that there wasn’t anything in
the steam engine line that was coming
into Aroostock to do him in a sprinting
match, he left the track and plunged into
the woods without so much as looking
behind him.
THE GIRL WITH THE HARP.
Fashion Has TakenLUp the Angelic In-
strument as a Fad.
To fit the fashion of our resurrected
grandmother’s gowns, worn low over the
shoulders, and crinolined skirts, with
hair brought over the ears and loosely
parted down the center, comes the harp
this winter as the fashionable instrument
for young girls to play.
Banjos and mandolins are laid aside.
Whether the instrument has come in
from the eternal fitness of things or not,
girls, to be smart, should train for the
harp. .
It not only requires good execution,
strong fingers, but Delsartean poses to
make it picturesque. Quite a number of
New York young girls are preparing for
this winter. Their mothers are having
them trained in a most proficient man—
ner, that they may play at the afternoon
receptions in their own parlors. Lovely
gowns are fashioned for these children in
soft old colors that harmonize with the
yellow of the harp. The music is soft
and full, not too brilliant to hush all
other sounds, but serving as a delightful
accompaniment to the singing or talking
voice. -
An instrument costs from $300 to $800,
quite as much as a piano. Lessons are
rather expensive, too; but the whole does
not cost more than an education on the
piano. The only difiiculty comes in hard-
ening the fingers. This is difi‘icult. The
thumbs are protected, but the other fin-
gers will suffer during the first months,
and nothing but continuous practice will
remedy this.
9 A Legal Triumph.
In the Upper Peninsula is a lawyer
'whose peculiar style of eloquence is cele-
brated throughout the 12th district. This
genius of a lawyer was handsomely whip-
ped in a case, the jury bringing in a. ver-
dict against his client. A friend met the
genius. ‘
“Congratulate me,” said the latter. I
have achieved a grand triumph.”
“Why how so?” was the astonished re-
sponse. “The case went against you.”
“That isn’t the point. my boy. Did ye
notice, now, how long the jury were
. out?” .
“Yes, they were out three hours.”
“Three hours, is it? And it took thim
three hours to unravel the thread of
me sophistry. It was a great triumph.—
Detroit Free Press.
Miss Giddey—Talmage says there are
hardly any man in heaven.
Miss Flypp—Thcn how did it come to
be named heaven? .
Buy the GAZETTE.
The ; must be put on the other list. At least,
1 hada horrible .abcess in her ear.
:day. no matter how busy she was, Mrs.
' some Ass POLITE, some subs."
Actors and Actresses and their '30th
tion of Cour-testes.
The other afternoon, over a seed cup of
tea, somebody was talking about the
women of the stage, says “Bab," and all-x
other woman, who, notwithstanding she
earns her living by her pen. has never, lost
her social position, told what she knew
of them in regard to politeness. She said:
“It frequently comes in my work to say
something about the theatre and people
on the stage, and thinking it a courtesy
I invariably send them a marked copy of
the paper. It is funny to seehow abso-
lutely rude some of them are, never ac.
knowledging this and never seeming to
recognize the kindness that is done them.
I don’t care, because I get the money far
my work just the same, but one would
think that time would teach these people
the value of politeness. Henry Irving,
always writes a note of thanks for a
pleasant word said about him; Ellen
Terry never.
"At least, when I say never, I know
that my experience has been the same as
that of a good many others among the
writers. Mrs. Kendal acknowledges a
kind word at once, and invariably asks
the woman who wrote it to come and see
her. Jane Hading sends a little note in
French, in which she speaks of her liking
.for American women, dilates on their
cleverness, and ends by saying how thank~
ful she is for the compliment paid her. .
Fanny Davenport, Georgia Cayvan, Maude
Adams, J ohnstone Bennett, Richard
iMansfield. Marie Jansen, Lily Langtg ,
every one of them is polite and rcco
politeness shown to them. How about
the rest? Well, I am afraid the rest
these are the women that I remember as
' polite.”
Another Woman spoke up.and said:
“While we are talking about the stage,
I want to tell you something in regard to
Mrs. Kendal. There is a woman here in
luncheons. They think it high time that : N” Y°’k “'h" ““1 d° "'7 ““1" I" he”
except give her a good deal of afiection.
Two years ago this woman was ill, and
not ill in a romantic or pretty way. She
Every
Kendal came to see her, brought her
some flowers to cheer her up, had some
bright words to say to her, and the day
was never too cold and she was never too
tired not to remember the afiiicted one,
and to do all she could for her. Now,
that is What I call kindness.”
A girl who had evidently had too much
green tea spoke up and said: “I wonder if
that is true?” And a quiet voice came
I‘rom the corner, saying: “I know it is
true, for I was the woman.”
Sign Language in a Restaurant.
“Is this a lunatic asylum or the Board
of. Trade?” asked a stranger who had
wandered into a quick‘scrvice restaurant
in Monroe street.
N o wonder he asked the question. It
was a few minutes past the noon hour,
and the everyday stampede of wild«eyed
and hungry lunchers was at, its worst.
The tables and the long counter had filled
up, and there was the usual cluttering of
dishes and knives and forks.
What surprised the stranger was the
conduct of the colored waiters. One was
clapping his hands and another snapping
his fingers. Others were holding three
fingers in the air, doubling their fists, and
crossing their arms.
These mysterious signs and signals were
being given to the cooks at the back of
the room, and were apparently under-
stood. The stranger ordered roast beef
his hands twice and then made a motion '
t with his right hand, as if he were trying
to shake something 03 his finger.
“What do you mean by that?” asked
the stranger. as he turned in wonder and
admiration to see a tall colored man give
an imitation of a Dutch windmill.
“You wanted roast beef rare, didn’t
you?”
“Yes-H
“Well, that’s what I ordered.”
“How about that fellow waving his
arms?”
“That’s chicken giblets. We’ve got
about twenty-five signs. It does away
with yelling.’ ’
“Do the signs that you make give any
reasonable explanation of what is or-
dered?”
“Sometimes. You see, when I clapped
my hands twice that meant roast beef,
and then when I made that motion with
my hand, as if to shake off the drippings '
of blood, that meant to have it rare.”
“It’s a kind of a Delsarteau method.”
“No, sir; the boss got it up. We’ve got
a funny order for kidney stew. I’m afraid
to show you for fear they’ll think I’m
ordering it.”
“I see; you make the actions suit the
thing to be ordered. When it’s ice cream
you roll up your collar and shiver. and if
it’s green apple pie you put both your
hands on your stomach and double up.”
“Go on, boss. You’re havin’ fun with
me. Here’s your roast beef now,” and/he
received it from another colored man,
who was earnestly inviting him to “take
it away.”——Chicago Record. m
Tim Campbell's Definition; lie _
Amos Cummings and Tim Campbell
Were discussing the hardships of a politi-
cal career. Both agreed that itjwas aidif<
ficult place to fill, that of represantipg a
great constituency in the largestcitymn
the continent. Cummings sighed for a
perpetual, season of trout fishing. ‘Mr.
Campbell, more poetic, wished for a vir-
gin forest in which to bury his identity.
“Tim,” said Cummings, “what do you
understand by a virgin forest?” “ ’
“0b” was Campbell’s quick resppnse,
“a place where the hand of man never
set foot.—Washington Post. ””5
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:A' Philanthropist. I
“Excuse‘ me,” said Meanderinglfiikd,
as he paused at the kitchen door,', “but
hev ye got any work ya want done {in Ex-
change fur cold vittles?” ‘ ‘
“Yes,” 'was the prompt reply. m. g, ,3
“All right,” was the reply, as he‘fijipjied
away. “Good day.” ,_jh;,,',
“What made you ask the questipngl’:
“Why, sometimes I meets men, ”that
wants ter work for cold vittles,.aq’,1’m
so kind- hearted that I like ter {pg able
ter tell ’em whur they kin be accompa-
dated.”——Washington Star. .3‘ M,“
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Pat's Way of Putting Ite:!4!.‘:::§
Caller—Your master’s not at honfeilieh,
Pat? . {5 “if: LI
Pat—No, sirl He do be in th’ ould coun-
try these t’ree wakes, sor.
Caller—Excuse me, Pat, but how is it—
that when your mistress is on this side
of the water your master’s on the'ovh’er,
and vice versa? Is there any tro‘ublé’be-
tween them? '
Pat—None at all, sor; only they'rhdve
agrade bechune ’em that they can l'ivefto-
githor better whin they’re aparti‘éRl'ch-
mond Dispatch. ‘9‘”
Read the Guerra.
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