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PERCY H. VM1 DYKE, Publi>H«r <nd EdlUr.
NEWPORT. - . ARKANSAS.
TOUCH LIPS WITH GLADNESS.
Are you growing weary of the long and
rugged road,
Weary of the burden, oh, my brothers?
Men have found the surest way of light
ening l lie load
Is just to try to lighten it for others.
Hearts still hold the most of love that
most their love bestow
On lonely lives of those who are for
lorning;
Roll the stone from out the path where
tired feet must go,
And touch your lips with gladness every
morning.
Touch your lips with gladness and go
singing on your way.
Smiles will strangely lighten every
duty;
Just a little word of cheer may span a
sky of gray
With hope's own heaven-tinted how of
beauty.
Wear a pleasant face wherein shall shine
a joyful heart,
As shines the sun, the happy fields
adorning;
To every care-beclouded life some ray of
light Impart,
And touch your lips with gladness every
morning.
* XHMb Waterman. In “Success.”
1A Congressional 9
Hf Episode. Wi 2
By Ruth Kimball Gardiner. ®
omo^omto^o&omo^o
rP HE morning hour in the house was
A jicoi u>u, turn iuc (^itnn u n
were beginning to fill with ;i crowd
which betokened expectation of some
thing more exciting than the usual
routine. Members were straggling
in fr'om the cloak-rooms, and the man
who was that day to make the effort
of his life was busy with notes at
lvis desk.
David Logan tilted himself comfort
ably back in his chair, and looked at
his enemy. He felt the exultation of
a commanding officer on the eve of a
decisive battle. He knew what elo
quence would presently be born of
th* notes on the desk across the
chamber, but he was secure in the
superior strength of his battalions.
The fight had been a long one, and
only when defeat seemed certain had
chance put into his hands the
weapons of victory. Bribery, trick
ery and consummate skill had been
brought to the service of the great
corporation, whose ingeniously
masked, but wide-reaching, steal he
was fighting.
The Third house had bent every
energy to defeat the right, but David
Logan held evidence, in the face of
which not a thrice-bought represen
tative would dare vote for the meas
ure. Some one b«fijS&uTl<Jercd, and
tre iin.i Papers locked in
the safe in the committee-room of
the unimportant committee of which
he was chairman bore names which
had but to be read on the floor of the
house to compel*half the men pledged
to the bill to withdraw their support.
No court of justice would refuse such
proof as the dispatch1*-^bx in the safe
held. To-day was the enemy’s. To
morrow would be David Logan's, and
he sat awaiting his time, secure in
the possession of a secret undreamed
of by the opposition.
He reviewed in swift retrospect his
past ten years. At 25 he had been a
telegraph operator on the railroad
in which the man at the desk across
the room held a controlling interest.
Viva iranre l»<ar ha Itaan fl vitrilfr
gling lawyer, with a taste for polities.
At 33 lie hud entered congress, and
now, in the latter half of his second
term, he saw his way to rising at one
bound to a place among his party's
leaders. The scent of battle was in
nostrils, and he was supremely
content.
Few in the heterogeneous crowd in
the galleries had even the little in
terest of curiosity in him. He had
furnished little “copy” to the press
gallery. To many of the correspond
ents he was unknown, even by sight.
As he looked up at the well-filled
desks of the newspaper men his eyes
wandered to the front seat outside
the tall wire netting which shut off
the press section from the public gal
lery. It was a bench with a little
door leading into the aisle, and lie
remembered that it was reserved for
newspaper women, but to-day its only
occupant was a young woman whom
he dfd not remember to have seen
there before. She seemed a mere girl
in years, and a fluff of vivid hair
showed in the shadow of her large
list.
He could see that she was searching
for some face among the members
on the floor, and presently she moved
along the seat to the wire netting,
and talked through it to a young
correspondent. lie saw her follow
the direction of the journalist’s
finger, and her eyes met his squarely.
He glanced away, and with no special
purpose in view strolled into the
cloak-room. When he returned, his
opponent was speaking, but with vic
tory so certain he listened with but
slight attention. He looked up at
the seat, beside the press gallery.
The girl with the vivid hair was still
there. She had moved nearer the
aisle, and between her and the press
gallery sat three women. He could
not but see that she was watching
him intently-, and he wondered why.
She was obviously not of the type of I
women who sit in the gallery to at
tract the attention of men on the I
floor. Her face expressed nothing
hut *nxiety-. (
in *ne hand she held one of the I ;
•mail red-Ut&tker note-hooks which a I t
....
iflmerou* congressman supplies ad
libitum to the press. She was turn
ing it, between her gloved fingers with
apparent aimlessness, tapping now
the end and now the longer side
against the marble balustrade. He
looked away, but the intent gaze
drew his eyes back. She was staring
at him with a rigidity of pose he
could not understand. He turned
away again, but in spite of himself
his eyes returned to the face in the
gallery.
The tapping of the note-book went
on. lie began to perceive a certain
regularity in the repetition of the
nervous turnings from end to side
and from side to end. He wondered
if she were keeping time to some re
membered tune. lie saw her drop
the book into her lap. A moment
later she took it up again, and turned
it vertically in her fingers. She tapped
the side against the balustrade once,
the end twice, and the side once again.
The book disappeared for a moment,
and then she repented the tap with
Ibe side, the two taps with the end,
and the tap with the side again. He
picked up an envelope, and repeated
her movements. An instant later an
idea flashed overTiim which made him
forget the speech to which the house
was listening with unusual attention.
The long side of the note-book was u
dash, the end a dot. A dash and two
dots—I); a dash-—L. The girl in the
gallery waft telegraphing the initials
of his name.
lie raised the envelope to his lips
to moisten the flap, and then he
turned it between his fingers, from
side to end, and signaled back “0. K.”
The girl in the gallery immediately
looked away, and tm ued with ap
parent ly absorbed attention to the
man speaking. Her fingers still
turned the note-book with an air of
unconcern.
“n_ V- r._n_** i„/i
A.
Danger? What could she mean?
The days of personal assault, of
forcible removal, were long past.
The men on the other side would not
dare go so far as that, even if they
knew the power lay in his hands, and
of the security of his secret he had
not the slightest doubt. The man
who had blundered must keep silent,
he reasoned, for his own sake, and
Logan was sure he had not realized
Ihe magnitude of his blunder.
"D—N—G—K” the note-book re
peated.
Only his long-trusted confidential
clerk knew the combination of the
safe, and the key of the dispatch-box
was in his own possession.
“D—IS'—G—It” came the message
again.
Evidently the girl was skeletoniz
ing to avoid risk. Three taps of the
end of her note-book—S—she was
smiling at a witty hit of the orator—
the end, the side, the end again—F—
she was leaning over to listen to the
woman next her—the end of the book
—E—and as she nodded in response
to her neighbor she flashed a glance
at Logan. S—F— E. What could the
word be but “safe?” The end of the
book, a scarcely perceptible pause,
the end twice—It—the girl was lean
ing forward carelessly—the end, the
end again, then the side, and the end
thrice. Hob!
Logan started to his feet, and then,
recovering himself, called a page, and
sent oil' a hastily addressed envelope
—he could not afterward recall to
whom he had addressed it—and leaned
back to look at the strange girl in
the gallery. She was whispering to
Ihe woman next her, but the steady
motion of her note-bodk went on.
“C—L—H—K,” she spelled. “W—
I—F—E T—L—D.”
His clerk’s wife had told? But
what did she know to tell? No one
but the man who had blundered knew
of the papers in his possession. To
his clerk he had merely said that the
dispatch box held recently acquired
documents of personal value. What
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bered her as a pretty, vain little
creature, idolized by her boy hus
band. Her name was Ida. He knew
that, because—and the meaning ot
the message flashed over him—the
combination of the safe had been
Bet to the numbers 9—4—1 to spell
her name. She had been led by her
vanity—he could not think her ac
tuated by any mercenary motive—to
tell the secret of the lock.
“li—O—B” came the word again.
Logan knew that the door of the
committee-room down stairs was
open as usual, but his clerk was at
work there, and on the young fel
low’s fidelity and honesty he could
stake his life. A robbery by force
at a time of the day when the cor
ridors of the capitol were never
empty was not to be feared. He
picked up the envelope again, to tap
out tlie word “When?” The girl in
the gallery was sending something
that stopped him at the first letter.
“W—T—C—H, Watch.”
No need to tell him that. He would
most certainly watch, but for the
moment, at least he was perfectly
safe. His hand was on the envelope
again, when the rest of the warning
came.
“W—O—M—N D—1—!•- M C G—
A—L.”
He glanced quickly at the diplo
matic gallery. In the front seat sat
a woman in deep mourning. He rec
ognized her instantly as a young
widow who had been especially act
ive in the present operations of the
Third house. He turned again to the
seat next the press-gallery, but evi
dently the girl had said all she meant
(o say. She still turned her note
book nervously, but its tappings were
i meaningless succession of dots and
lashes, llis heart stood still when
i second look at the diplomatic gal
cry showed him that the woman had
lisanpeared. A hand touched his
inn, and he looked up into the agi
ated face of his clerk. A thought
that the warning had come too late
made him stagger as he sprang to
his feet.
“I’ve got to go home,” the clerk was
saying. “I’ve just had a message—
my wife has been hurt—I’d—”
Logan did not wait to listen. The
committee room was empty, and his
secret perhaps already in the hands
of the enemy.
He hurried down the aisle with a
stride that made ^iis nearer col
leagues turn to look after him, and
ran to the stairs. The committee
room seemed a mile away. He ran
into a watchman in uniform, and sent,
him sprawling. He dashed headlong
through a group of tourists, and ran
on without a word of apology. He
heard his name called, but did not
turn his head. Down the basement
corridor in front of him he could see
, a woman in black walking swiftly.
He saw her vanish into the commit
tee room, and an instant later he
flung himself through the door. The
woman was half way across the
room. His enemies had lost by a
neck. She turned with a low cry,
and confronted him. In a flash he
saw that he could best protect his
secret by not letting her know that
her ruse had been suspected. He
bowed and held out his hand in his
courtliest manner.
“What can I do for you, madam?”
he asked, blandly.
The woman recovered herself with
a quickness equal to his own.
“1 want to see Congressman
Briggs,” she said, smiling. “He’s on
tin's committee, is he not?”
“Yes,” answered Logan; “but he’s
on the floor just now.”
The woman assumed a pretty air
of diffidence.
“Would you mind—would it be too
much to ask you to find him for me?”
she said. “1 don’t, like staying in the
waiting room.”
Lognn moved toward the door of
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“With pleasure,” he said, touching
the bell; “I’ll send for him at once.”
The woman gave a faint gasp of
dismay.
“I think, after all. T won’t trouble
him to-day,” she said. “He may be
speaking.”
The young congressman bowed her
out politely. The messenger, who
arrived a moment later, found him
closing the door of a safe, in which
now stood an empty dispatch box.
A smile of triumph—was- on his face,
and a long and bulky envelope in his
inside pocket marred the perfect tit
of his frock coat.
“If I could find out who sent me
that lying message about my wife
being hurt I’d kill him!” said the
confidential clerk a week later, as he
walked beside his employer up the
steps of the little house where
feather-headed Ida was waiting to
welcome the lion of the hour to her
dinner table. “It was a cruel trick,
don’t you think?”
Logan smiled in reply. He had not
told his clerk all the trick might
have meant. He was still smiling as
he stepped into the pretty little
drawing room, and stood before a girl
who had risen to receive him. The
fluffy, vivid hair, the lines of the
face, the flash of the smile, had been
too deeply imprinted on his memory
that day in the house to have lost
any of their freshness during the
week he had been seeking in vain for
the girl who had saved him from de
feat.
“My sister Lucy,” the confidential
clerk was saying. “You and she
ought to have at least one taste in
common. She was a telegrapher be
fore she came here to be stenogra
pher for the man you wiped up the
earth with last week.”
“It was only the merest chance,”
she said to him two hours after
ward, when Ida had left them to
gether long enough for Logan to
pour out his deep gratitude, “i had
scolded Ida for letting her pride in
Charley's devotion make her tell that
widow that your safe combination
was her name, but I didn’t realize
»niii ?>n«- miu uuiie 1111 1 uvcrnearu
my employer quarreling with some
body in lib private otliee. ‘He’s got
it,’ I heard him say, ‘and it’s your
fault! Now, 1 want you to get the
woman to find Out where it is and
get it!’ So I put two and two to
gether and—”
And the ultimate result of that
putting two and two together to
make victory was the putting of one
and one together to make happiness.
—Woman’s Home Companion.
An I.lttle Blunder.
“Public speakers often make curi
ous mistakes,” said an observant man,
“and I have had occasion to note
some rather singular things in this
respect. Some time ago 1 attended a
religious meeting in an out-of-the-way
section of the country, and the very
first thing the speaker said put me to
laughing. 11c was a short, stocky
fellow, with a rasping voice, and was
as soleibn looking as if lie had been
going to the guillotine. Here is the
first, thing he had to say: ‘I want to
say a few words before saying what
1 want to say.’ I could not refrain
from laughing at the bad break of the
fellow, and all the good things he said
after that had no effect on me. It
was wasted ammunition so far as I
was concerned. This goes to show
what a little mistake will sometimes
do for a man. Really, 1 believe the
txhorter was as much put out by the
bull as I wras amused, for liis talk
was not as smooth as it might have
been.”—N. O. Times-Democrat.
Bud Drenka.
Chaffer—You can stop your auto
quickly, can’t you? 1 suppose it is
an eccentric brake.
Shaffer—Huh! It’s had all kinds of
breaks and they’re all eccentric.—*
Philadelphia Press.
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OVERPETTED PETS.
JJogm and Cata That Are Painiiered
and Fed So Much It Makes
Them Sick.
Possibly the dog world might af
ford a better specimen of a living
skeleton than one in the kennel nexi
to the door of a boarding place for
animals, but it would take a day’s
journey to find him.
“What makes him so thin?” was
asked of the attendant, relates the
New York Times.
“He won’t eat,” was the reply.
“That is, he won’t eat hospital food.
He’s been spoiled. Lots of dogs and
eats that are brought here have been
spoiled. Their owners think’it a sign
of high breeding to cultivate an ap
petite for a peculiar and unnatural
diet. They train animals to eat all
kinds of food that they would never
touch of their own volition. This
emaciated fellow has been taught to
like fruit. He is particularly ford
of pears, but in ease he can’t ger
them, peaches, apples and bananas
are a fairly satisfactory substitute.
Unfortunately, his present ailment
makes a fruit diet extremely danger
ous, and since he is deprived of his
favorite food he is literally starving
himself to death.
The attendant passed on to a neigh
boring cage and poked his finger pos
itively into the side of a large gray
cat that “meowed” plaintively in re
sponse to his cheery “Hello, there,
Caesar.” The cat had such a healthy,
wholesome appearance that the vis
itor inquired what meat he was fed
upon. “Humph!” said the attendant,
“You’ve missed it there. He doesn’t
feed upon meat. He’s a vegetarian.
He likes onions better than any
thing else, unless it’s melons. A
good many cats like melons, and
most of them are also partial to raw
asparagus. The fact is, you might
run through a list of all the dishes
that find a place on any up-to-date
menu ana you will noa mat some oi
onr patients have acquired a taste
for them. This epicurean appetite
may denote aristocratic tendencies
on the part of my boarders, but 1
don’t approve of it. Most of these
acquired tastes are a perversion of
the natural animal appetite, and it
is likely to prove harmful in the end
The trick is pretty expensive for us
fellows that run cat-and-dog board
ing houses, and I’d like to put a stop
to it.”
BEAUTIES AND SKELETONS.
F«ir Sister* of the Ivalser, and the
Fvuil* and Grletls of the Court
in llerlin.
Berlin has its noted court beau
ties. The sisters of the kaiser are
fair types of the Teuton beauty. The
arch princessin of Saxon Meiningen
and Princessin Friedrich Karl von
llessen, both sisters of the kaiser,
are among the favorites at court.
Bays the Brookly Eagle. One of the
most brilliant women of the Prus
sian court is Princess Friedrich Leo
pold, of Prussia, who is a sister of
the kaiserin, and comes from the old
feudal Schleswig-Holstein house.
Among other celebrities are
Princess Karl Anton von Ho
henzollern, born in Belgium,
who lives iu Potsdam and is
attached to the kaiserin’s suite.
Among the younger set is the pretty,
bright Princessin Pauline of Wurt
temhurg, a daughter of the king of
Wurttemberg, and arch princess of
YYied, who also resides near the royal
palace in Potsdam.
The Berlin court also has its skele
ton closet., its bitter family feuds
and griefs, which are kept sealed
from the profane public eye. But the
kaiser is no friend of secret court
intrigues or scandals, and makes
short work of such, domestic difficul
ties. Frequently it is asserted that
there is a coolness between the
kaiser and his elder brother, Prince
Henry, and that the latter has been
commissioned for sea duty so that
he may be kept distant. This is un
true, as the strongest brotherly af
fection exists between the two. The
kaiser rules over family affairs as
over the empire with an iron will.
Under Bismarck the various widelv
spread brunches of the Hohenzollern
family and reigning Prussian princes
were rent with jealousies and family
rows regarding prestige and in
comes. Hut the kaiser has swept
aside these cobwebs and there is per
haps no European court where tIsa
“whole family” is more harmonious
and free from the customary ills of
nobility than the German court.
Animal Food.
According to a contemporary, an
old Scotsman—and he must now be
very old indeed—who was addicted to
parsimony, was found by a visitor to
be manifestly suffering from want of
food. He was strongly urged to take
some animal food, and promised that
he would; but presently thought bet
ter of it, and thus delivered his final
verdict: “Weel,” he suid, “Pm will
ing to try a turnip or ma.vbees an
onion, but Pm blest if I’ll eat straw.”
Th: decision showed which way the
wind blew with him.—London Globe.
OB Hia Heat.
The recent civil service examination
brings to mind an amusing storv
which was told in connection with
one of the earliest examinations for
policemen. The question asked by th<
examining commission was: “Ho
many miles to the moon?”
Put, a lusty son of old Erin, whose
right to a place on the force had never
before been disputed, answered:
“1 don’t know how many miles it
Is, but I know that it U far enough
away to be outside my beat, even when
It’* full.”—tf. Y. Time*
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