Will LOVE END1

BT 9AJIAH K. BOLTON.

Twonty; with her soft, brown 8y68, Looking out in glad surprise, .

In a world, unknown; Wondering what life will be; Thinking love a mystery—

Iiiko a rose half-blown;

Boautifiil to human sight; r Dainty in its pink and white;

Sweet at every hour: Loved by overy paBser-by; Smiled upon by sun and Bky;

Who will pluck the flower?" * * * * • <

Many come; one brings her gold; As though love were bought and sold

In a common mart: One hue traversed many lands, But bis gifts which fill her hands

IJo not fill her heart.

Day by day creeps on apace; Sweeter grows the woruati face;

Booking its ideal: Will ho come—a kuighlly soul, True as needle to the polo,

Brave, and pure, and real ?

Twenty-one; the birds sing sweet, And the daisies at her feet

Kiss her as they bend: Love is here—oh, joy sublime! Tears are hours in flight of time:

"Will love ever end?"

Tremblingly they seek to know; Sing t he breezes as they blow, "Disilusion conies below,

Bliss is linked with pain." * * * *

God, to keep the love He sent Beaut iful, as when 'twas lent.

Took it home again.

Twenty-three; with sad, brown evo3, Looking out in uiuto surprise

On a world long known: Seeing now what life will bo; Lovo a grand, deep mystery—

Like a rose full-blown,

A PLAIN-FACED GIRL. And How She Succeeded in a Busi­

ness Enterprise.

BY FRANC L. STOJfK.

"Jean, please cease your primping. It annoys me," fretfully remarked Mrs. Showls to the elder of the two daughters, a young lady possibly nineteen years of age, who stood before the mirror in the

. cosy, family parlor. "Certainly, Mamma, I was only ar­

ranging my hair. The wind blew it every way but the right one, while I was marketing this morning," cheer­fully replied Jean, giving her luxuriant tresses a finishing touch, as she turned to her mother.

"I never could understand why a parson with a face plain as yours, should not wear her hair plain also," continued the latter, in peevish tones.

"You wouldn't throw away half a fortune, because you couldn't have it all, would you, Mamma ?"

"Don't be nonsensical, daughter. No man will ever marry such a face as yours. You might as well make up your mind to it."

J eau bit her lips in vexation at the wrongful construction put upon her bit of logic, while Mrs. Sliowls kept uji a fusilade of criticisms.

'"If you knew how to play the piano, or do anything else as well as dress your liaii', you might accomplish something to help us out of this stringent poverty. Xiook at your sister Kathie, here," glancing fondly at a doll-faced beauty, who reclined indolently on the settee nearby. "Her face is a fortune. I'm 6ure alter Alder is in love with her. Any one can see it with half an eye, but he don't want a whole family on his shoulders to care for. I'd be ashamed, Jean Sliowls, if I were you, to stand in my sister's way."

Tlie Sliowls family had always lived •..comfortably, even elegantly during Mr. ffjj'jwls' life. Upon his death, some six Inoiiths previous, it >vas fgjjnd that his entire heritage to his family, after clear­ing up all indebtedness against the es­tate, consisted of a commodious, com­fortable Jiome in the suburbs of Chi­cago, and an army pension which would accrue to Mrs. Sliowls during her life.

Mrs. Showls was an irritable, im­practical woman, who doted on her younger daughter's beauty of face and capacity for executing difficult piano­forte music, and who seemed possessed of a continual grudge against Jean for having prominent features and freckles.

When it became evident that either the income of the family must be in­creased or its expenses diminished, Mrs. Showls smiled complacently about Kathie, who of course would teach music; but some way whose pupils never materialized, and the spoilt beauty read novels or lounged in costume, waiting for scholars to put in appear­ance.

Jean, whose prospects her mother sighed over, alone grappled with the situation. She dismissed the servants, looked after the household herself, and made it possible for Mrs. Showls and Kathie to live in comparative leizure.

She was accustomed to their taunts mud inconsideration, but brave and cheerful, kept on in the path of duty.

This morning her mother's remark, •"If you knew how to do anything else as well as dress your hair, you might Accomplish something," touched a re­sponsive train of thought in her own mind.

Tliat.afterfaoon, when her household duties were finished, she hastened down town and called on the proprietor of one of the handsomest business blocks on Madison street, who was an old friend and comrade of her dead father.

"Mr. Lever," she asked, "for what will you rent me one of those little rooms, with a street front, on the second floor of your Madison property?"

"How, now, my little woman! What do you want of one of those?"

Jean unfolded her plan, and old Mr. Lever who had often held lier, a baby, on his knee in the days long since passed, laid his hand kindly on her shoulder and said:

"You'll do! You'll do! You're your father's own girl."

In a few days a now sign swang from the second floor of Mr. Lever's Madison street block, which appeared as fol­lows :

I MADAME CHELSEE, J

: HAIR DRESSED IS TAI1IS STYLE. I

: CALL FROM 2:00 T O 5:0) I*. M. :

Madam Chelsee's reputation as an artist ill her calling grew rapidly, spreading even till it came to the ears of Mrs. Showls and Kathie. who con­sidered a person in such a position very far beneath themselves.

Things had been growing better with the Showls family lately. Jean was employed at Mr. Lever's, so her mother and sister understood. How they did not bother to inquire, supposing of course it was in some kind of copying work, as she always had a penchant for writing. v

By and by a servant was engaged and Jean was absent from home nearly all day, glad, indeed, that no trouble­some questions were asked her.

One morning, about three months after "Madam Chelsee" made her business debut, a pony phaeton, occu­pied by a handsome gentleman and a pretty, petite blonde, was driving along Madison street.

"Walter," said the latter, "I ve half a notion to call on that 'Madam Clielsee,' and see if she can't do my hair more be­comingly than Annette does."

"All right. We'll go now." "But why that sigh, brother mine?

Don't go if it bothers you so." "Clare, it isn't that, but a recollection

it recalls." "I know, brother, you have been de­

pressed ever since you visited Fred Al­ter—nearly a year ago. Had that any­thing to do with it ?"

"What a good guesser you are, Clare. I will tell you all about it. Fred's cousin was visiting him at the same time. She had the most magnificent auburn hair I ever saw. It was her only beauty, unless you call a strong, joyous, brave character beauty, and I—I fell in love with her, Clare. Her name was Showls,—"

"Not that insipid Kathie Showls who lives across the street from us ?"

"No, no; I was attracted to make her acquaintance in hopes that I might learn something of Jennie, as Fred called her."

"And didn't she like you, Walter?" "I don't know. I believe so; but

mother's sudden illness called me home, without offering me opportunity to ask Jennie to be mv wife, and since mother's death I have been able to find no trace of my little sweetheart."

Why don't you ask Fred her ad­dress?"

"He and his family started on their European tour shortly after I left their house, and I am unable to get a letter to him. Jennie did not accompany them as I took pains to ascertain. But here we are at the Madam's. My story will have to be discussed some other time.

Walter waited in the little parlor alone for his sister to accomplish the purpose of her visit; and he was amply rewarded for his patience.

It did not seem very long to him be­fore Clara came rushing back and pirouetting before him, exclaimed:

"Look, Walter! Look! Isn't it ex­quisite ? Isn't it becoming ? Why don't you say something?" giving him a mock shaking.

Walter gazed at the beautiful head, with its golden hair done in soft puffs and fluffy curls, in front, and in glisten­ing coils at the back, as if struck dumb, but there was something beside as­tonishment and admiration in his gaze.

Recovering himself shortly, he clasped Clara in a quick embrace, crying:

"Beautiful! Gorgeous, my daisy sis­ter ! You dropped your handkerchief, you know. I'll bring it. Never mind," darting toward the toilet room where "Madam Chelsee" waited her next cus­tomer.

Clare gazed at the handkerchief she held in her hand, then at her brother's vanishing form, stupefied.

"Madam Chelsee" started, visibly agitated at the sight of Walter Alder, presumably because he was the first man who had dared enter her toilet room.

"I beg pardon," he said, scrutinizing the prim little figure before him, whose profusion of gray curls, large glasses, plaid silk dress, and stiff black silk apron illy accorded with the plumpness of the rosy cheek and little hand that rested on the table. "My .sister dropped her handkerchief."

They both began a search for it, but presently Walter did nothing but watch his companion's progress.

"I am afraid it is not here," faltered Madam.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter." Then he faced her squarely, and with

perfect assumption, said: "I didn't know you had to wear glasses, Miss Jennie."

"Oh, Mr. Alder, I—I didn't think anybody would find out. Please don't tell mamma and Kathie. What Till they say, what "

you are

rSa name was

and papa

were

"You don't mean to say Katliie's sister , M

"Yes." c 5

"She said her sister's Jean."

"So it is, but Cousin Fred always called me Jennie."

"And I never saw you." * r' "I was always too busy. But liow did

you know it was I, Mr. Alder? I shall have to fix another disguise. Oh, dear, and I thought this one was so good!"

"Please remove your wig and glasses, won't yon ?" he pleaded, boldly begin' ning operations in that direction him self.

"Look me in the eyes, Jennie," he then continued. '"Did you not think I would know you anywhere—I, that love you so well ?"

"Oh, Mr. Alder! Please don't, I "Then you do not care for me." "Not that, but " n He caught her in his arms. "Clare! Clare!" lie cried to his sister,

who quickly answered his summons. "Does this look like 'Madam Chal-see?"' v •

' No-o!" she replied, as she answered his summons and curiously looked at the trembling, frightened but happy girl he held close in his arms.

"It's Jennie! I knew no one but she could dress hair the way yours is. She always wore her own so. And, Clare, we're going to get married

"I'm so glad," exclaimed Clare, whose brother's happiness was her chief consideration, and she kissed Jennie's blushing cheeks.

"She's going home with us now. Get her bonnet and shawl," said Walter, who was clearly used to having things his own way.

"Oh, no! I can't. What'll mother say ?" interrupted Jennie, struggling to free herself, "and—and Mr. Alder, who'd take care of them if I gone ?"

"Don't you love me after all, Jennie?" "Yes," she faltered. "Can you not trust me, then?" "Yes." "Then we'll be married this very

evening. Clare will have your folks over, won't you, Clare?"

"Yes," answered his sister, "even if 1 have to get sick and send specially for them."

Jennie expostulated about such a hasty marriage, but every objection was met so quickly and satisfactorily she could not long withstand the entreaties of her lover and Clare's coaxings.

That morning Mrs. Showls and Kathie were thrown into tremors of joy over a personal invitation from Miss Clare Alder to take tea with herself and brother, and they gladly accepted the opportunity of meeting the young heir, whom Kathie had long since made up her mind to marry, for the Alder's elegant new home, over the way, was but a faint indication of the prosperity of its owners.

Meantime Jennie was made happy by the assurance that her mother and sis­ter should be amply provided for.

That evening when Mrs. Showls and Kathie, gotten up in all the startling style their wardrobes would permit, seated with their host and hostess in the capacious drawing room, were inwardly congratulating themselves on the prep­arations that had been made for their entertainment, flowers in artistic pro­fusion every where' meeting the gaze, Walter 3poke:

"Clare and I have long been consider­ing an appropriate ceremony with which to dedicate our new home. We hit upou the most happy plan possible to­day. You have an interest in it ani I trust will share our joy. Please excuse my presence a moment."

He left the room, and soon a rich portierre was swung back from a brill­iantly lighted alcove it had screened till now, and mother and daughter al­most screamed at what they beheld there.

Jean Walter

FOLLY'S CHEERING VOLLEYS.

Showls, Alder

in simple white, and in conventional black,

stood under the flowered archway, and in front of them was a clergyman, who, before the astonished visitors fully re­covered their dignity, began the impress­ive ceremony that made the plain-faced, unloved daughter the wife of a wealthy as well as a worthy man.

AX UXIIAJPFF COIN CIDKSCE. Dr. Leonard Bacon, of New Haven,

after his active pastorate had ceased, was accustomed to sit in the pulpit, and, if a stranger preached, to introduce him to the congregation. One Sunday he said: "The first pastor of this church was the Rev. John Davenport," and he proceeded to pronounce a brief eulogy upon him. "The grandson of that pas­tor was the Rev. John Davenport, of Stamford. The son of that pastor was the Rev. James Davenport, of Southold, L. I. We are to-day to be addressed by a lineal ^descendant of John Davenport, our first pastor." The minister thus introduced, was observed to be blushing violently, and the occa­sion of his embarrassment became evi* dent when he announced his text: "Visiting the iniquities of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation."—San Francisco Argonaut.

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Miss LOVELOKN—I was always rather lucky. Miss Caustic—I should say you were. Gray hair is going to be all the rake.—New York Sun.

JOB achieved a well deserved reputa­tion for patience, but Job never had to wait for Mrs. Job while she put on a pair of thirty-two button gloves.— Baltimore American.

"LOOK at that tramp; his nose is the color of red flannel." "He's a good deal like red flannel himself, too." "How's that?" "Both shrink from washing."— Chicago Ledger.

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