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I I ... , . dDimc run Snug a Ptt Godfrey Dene leaned against the Iron Jsnce that fringed 'the clifT and gazttl, over the sea. i Hs would have preferred to sit on the " top rail, but the house was not sufficiently far away. Ordinary men might nit on fence, he must always Jean ijrai - -a book full as full as the margin would J permit or poetry. It was expensively bound, and the paper of the bext iuality. It had & book marker of pink silk ribbon. It: was published at his own unctiw. On this sunny afternoon he had wished j to sleep In a hammock that a far-seeing hostess had caused to be ,-hung in a..' nhady part of the grounds. Hut there had come into his mind the horrible . thought that Grace Heathcote mlKht discover him. And he slept with his mouth open. So he had resisted the temptation, and now he was confident that Miss Heath-cote was watching- him from the window of her room and wondering what beautiful thoughts were courslnr"hrough his brain aa he looked oyer the wa. It was at this period of his existence that Godfrey Dene realized that at last . the grand passion had come to him. He "had, of course, been in love before. His "heart had been broken in several verses -manjr times. Such experiences are the breath of life., to a poet. Hut now now! He straightened himself and hurled the word over the. murmuring sea. His eves , flashed. (He had practiced this accomplishment.) Only the sea observed that superb gesture the attitude of a man who. turns to meet advancing fate. And the sea was so busily filling the rock-pools and hurrying up the beach so that it might not ; be late for high water that it did not notice it. Presently the sun dropped Jower and streamed into his face, lie- trembled at i the thought that it mlcht turn his nose - red. So he began to walk slowlv back to the house, his eyes bent on the ground. This was his favorite attitude. I The" poetry that nature writes he had not j read. All his ideas welled from fiis own . heart. He had said so several rimes. . -: Before he reached the house he met ' Mr. Heathcote, I '"Hullo. Dene!" said he. 'you're the 1 first persen I've seen since lunch. Every- ! body's asleep. Phew! It Is hot." " "I have "been watching the sea." he I said., smiiing sadly. He knew how impossible it was for this man -to understand him. "You'll overwork yourself if you're not careful," remarked Mr. Heathcote. They proceeded to the house together. , ,Mr. Heathcote walking fast. iiesldes, perspiration should have no place on that -white, lofty forehead. It was characteristic of .Godfrey Dene that, he declared his passion while under the influence of -a good dinner and the moonlight on-the sea. Physical d scorn -fort would have made him postpone it. Wet feet would have driven him from the side of his beloved, to change his boots. He was nervous of a ooiil. It was also characteristic of Grace Heathcote that she said "No"' when she was not sure that she did not mean r "Yes." Dene was not imposslb.e when he did not pose. In himself he was good; only he could not forget he was a poet. Now It is not to be believed that Godfrey Dene was the fool some people . thougth himself. As a man seks strong drink- to make him merry, he had nought love to make himself poetical. He had - loved, lave: now he loved a woman. And with the genuine passion came the beginning of manhood in him. ; He resolve to have his hair cut. Not at first.' but after he had had some conversation with Mrs. Heathcote. He had -poured his trouble into her ear. But Mrs. Heathcote. although she had a strong desire to see the young peojjle in harmony- declined to interfere. "The fact is. my dear Godfrey." "she said.' "Grace has an ideal man. She has dug him out of books." Which books?" inquired Dene, eagerly. "Works of fiction." said Mrs. Heath-cot, "dealing with ideal men." . Next niorning he avoided the object of bis passion until he saw Ifee leave the house and proceed toward the beach, carrying a book. Then he followed quftckiy and overtook her. resolved to make a last effort. He asked her pardon for his presence.- saying he could not leave her without. begging for a little hope on which he might live. "What can I do to make you love me?" cried Dene. - She could make no suggestion. "i would do anything brave any danger, endure the greatest bars hip to win your hye." She looked tip quickly. "Would you?" she asked. "Anything," h cried. "I Hike -ou very much. Mr. Dene, but forgive me if I speak too plainly I can't admire you." - At another time' such a statement would have been appall. ng to Dene, but now he scarcely, noticed the ruin of the temple he had boilt round himself. "What can I do?" he implored again. She shoVik her. head helplessly. . . 'Then it's no. good?" he asked. "I hope you will always think of me s a friend." said Miss Heathcote. So - they Tparted. Dene walking back alone over the sands. As he entered tl.e garden through the door that gave ao- . cess to the cliffs he heard voices In the summer, house. The sneakers he recognized as Mr. Heathcote and an old sen 'captain, a great friend of his. who lived cl- by. . "Dene?" Mr. Heathcote was saying. "OT he's a real good fellow at bottom, but the infernal poetry has "Spoilt him. He q,ught. to knock about the world, a bit." "Six months before the mast wnui-l make a. man of him," growled the old - captain. It must be remembered that he wis ery much in love; that he thought only of the romantic side of the venture and had no knowledge of the life he mut lead' a no -that six months is not a very lone time. Tq wtorich must be added the fact thai, when he mentioned hi determination to Miss . Heathcote, she begged him not to go, saying that she felt sure he could not endure the hardships land privations of such a life. ) The next morning he was gone. Tn the neighborhood of the Islands of Bermuda nature knows how to manage a hurricane The- rfray sea appeared to boil as f.e wind whipped the water and made the spindrift tty over it like steam. On the bridge- of the little steamer two run clung tt the wheel, straining their ets la through the thick white tlu t csrue with, the rain squalls, in the engine ror-m the whins fingers' of an anxious .-ergineer never left the iron rim t f tr.e thict tie valve. A leap of the screw, a irtad race a jam. a break, end he nuuld - never see tbejttio home in the north evtrv again. , - The ship's head fell away, and a great. gray mass ot wa ter ; nme thundering L over the bulwurka :; The tight . flying bridge - that spanned the forward -weit-" -e.k. cracked . and - formed Itself :; ivv asides of a triangle. Th captain --rlcd an oath. -' . be iwo men pulled lustily at the ?;tcit-tr wheel. ; One was a rougit Shetland islander. profane ia hfs conversation, i ut in whose hands lay: the -peace of 've and mothers. The other was God- He was learning to write poetry. A hot win was streaming down on the white .houses of a little port in the island. of Cuba. In the shade of a wall a group of soldiers were eatinj? bacon ami Leans and 'Winking wine. A King of convicts were toiling a.nris the riusty road, their chains Jangling. Where the wall of the hospital bounded a narrow street and rant it itrtr shadow, flck men were lying, their -helple.:! liinb.-i rtretched out on the hot earth. From a side door of the hospital a man staggered out into the blinding sunshine. For severaj weeks he had lain with dath at his bedside: death among an alien race, who could sieak no word he could understand; surrounded by horrible sights; cut off from all tint was sweet, pleasant and beautiful; u mean, sordid, horrible death. On the sea he had. at least, been among his own countrymen, rough though thev were. But a sick sailor is ,f no use on a ship; the hospital at the nearest port Is the place for him Godfrey iene had never been a coward. To save a life he would have risked his own. especially if any one was watching him. To win a laiv's smile h.- would have chanced a broken limb and celebrated It In a ballad. Hut In that Cuban hospital he had been face to face with a death that his no place in ballads. He would have thanked fortune or whatever lt'rr.av be that orders this strange whirlgi of a world for the death of a hero, but now he cursed her for striking him down in thai plagueTtrieken island. lie did not recognize 1 the pains that same .lade, fortune, was taking with his education. She had, long befre st,en jn him a pupil who mij;ht do her credit but only with much whipping. . ' On a gray February morning Grace Heathcote was ftrujcgling against a furious wind that tore along the cliffs betting down the long, rank gTass ai d causing the sea to break itself in clouds of sprav agMinst the white walls that faced it st.-inchly. At last, however, she sought the shelter of a deep ravine' that cut into the cliff and afforded u stev descent to the beach. ' It was seven months since he has gone away, and no wordt had come to tell of his wanderings. She did not know even the name 0f the ship on which he had sailed- Sometimes the thought came in to ner-miiKi tnat he had not fulfilled hl- purpose, but still pursued his former lazy life and was ashamed to confers his weakness. She could not trust him so she dlil not love him. Hut. at least, she had not been forgotten. "Miss Heathcote." She started and lcokod up. Kor a moment he was strange to her. - le-m brown-faced man. closelv shaven with cheeks so sunken lhat the bones' stood out in two knobs, over which the brown skin was tightly stretched. Then she knew him. "You have come home'" she cried. She was not addressing him. but assuring in: i .--T-i i . "That's a good guess."" he laughed aid scrambled down the s'de of the ravine The old Godfrey Lene h id never scrambled. It would have impaired his ti-nity. "'Where have von been? You're yo'u" r- very much altered." "O. knocking about in the world'" he answered, carelessly. "Hut tell me about yourself." It seemed a different man who had come back to her on that wi'd. gray moqning from the dreamy-eyed lover who had bidden her "good-hv" in the soft warm July weather. He would not talk rf himself: firmerlv few other subjects had anv charm for him. Presently, however, she drew from h m an account of his wanderings; but there was no word spoken of any reward for hi seif-saorifice. Godfrey Dene had been Mr. Heathcote's guest for several days, and still the question once asked was not renec.ted. He would not. he told himself, seek her answer until he was more sure that It wpuM be favorable. The impulsive, eager poet had cooled and .hardened. Grace Heathcote began to think of the beautiful women with the great, passionate eyes that he had described to her. i He thought it could, at least, do no harm to his cause ) She began to avoid him. That Is to say. If she had not loved him when he went away (and no one. not ever herself, could have declared thati. she ha t come to love him now. Hut Dene was looking Into his heart and finding there s. state of things that surprised him. He was Bt sure he wanted to marry Grace Hjrtheote. He began to write verses again and he knew they were better verses than he used to write. He would be great and sit on society's lap snd be kissed.' He liked being kissed. The Heathcotes were not in society. With the old. comfortable. ly life came liack the old ways and thoughts. o thit. when at last he asked Grace Heathcote to be his wife, she refused bim for the second time not because sh did not love him. but lecause he did not love her. Honor, he told himself, was satisfied. But how was it that he. al-lowd her to find out that he did not love her? lie published his verses, but not at his own exiense". Society petted him for a time. Then he experienced the grand passion for a lady, and ran, away with her. Hut her husband ran' the faster and severely chastised the disturber of hit, domestic jeaee when !e caught him. That made society laugh. Then he changed his name and fled tnjto the country, where he married a widow who experienced the grand passion for him. Report savs his wife la kind to .him. She admires his poetry immensely, but has been heard to affirm that It is fortunate for him he has , a woman with some sense in her heaU'to look after him. Grce Heathcote married a-worthy sen-tleman deeply interested In commercial matters but who at no uerlod of bis ex-is-tence had any tJste for poetry. Sketch. Tnat Triekv Brain-Cell. The anatomy of the nervous system, and coi.senuentiy its physiology, was regarded in the past as very simple. Oayai showed that the Specific brain cell is an independent unit provided with multiple processes, oy means if which it is "a-pable of acting not through one nerve alone but several. This independent bra"n unit or cell isfcaller a neuron. A simple illustration of how 'the neuron acts is furnished by our not infrequent hunt for a name or idea which we know' we possess. Wefeel tb.t the name is ther. but we cannot recall it. We get various names near it. beginning even pe'.lh the sa me letter or the same vjnei wound. et on.y after minutes or 'even hours does it actually occur to ys. What is supposed to happen is that the particular cell of intellection which we are usinj throws out its process among the cells of memory for names, and though tbi process is brought in connection with cell conta ning similar names. It Is only after: a more or less prolonged search that It hits on the right ore. It is a -rf the telephone cperator In the central office felt around bund y for the connection wanted; and - emiy after putting the plug into various holes eventually struck the proper one. Dr. Joseph Walsh m August iiooaJovera Magasina. THE MAY A prosaic person would have said that it was raining: but Janet joyed in the pow.iori 'I moisture that sifte l down upon her as softly as a caress and i arked itself into masses of ;eai iy mist that stint out the world and its r olses. and transformed the ' park into a writable fairyland, untenanted save for an occasional f. rm that appeared like a shadow oil the fog and then faded away like a spirit. She turned into the Ma'.l with an exultant sense of having the place all to herself. Silently the wails of mist closed in nearer a.nd nearer. Sh- felt as If she were walking on air. and. yielding to the exhilaration of the moment, she stretched out her arms with a wavy motion and glided into a waltz, h.r cap snarUl.n; and her cheeks suffused with pink bv the kissps of the cool, damp air. Then', tingling with life, and feeling the poerf of song as well as motion, she broke iuto the serio-tragie strains of Mr. L'oo.ev. and with a dash and abandon that would have made her fortune on the stage, pranced down the broad wav in the contortions of a Cakewalk. In the elation of acting exactly ns sbo felt a privilege not too common - among those of whom society demands that tiiev f.-.llow- the leader she had momentarily forgotten the world: forfeit.:; that from the clou. is of fog that surrouniicd her so closely some intruder might sue. o emerge to witness her orf. until a vigorous clamping of hands' broke approv- on me air. and a man s v. ie, chok- ing with laughter, ranp otit ' f5rao! Uravo:" with : At the first sound of appi- -.o stopped instantly reddening w:t:i arno ance and confusion. Tiien s th- w reached her ears, her bead went haughtily and her eves Ilas:ed as scanned the concealing inisi to: 1 , r she n v - .".is up she a i:- oience and discovered a man seated clannNl together an. I talked platitudes off and on for three or four you:-s. She l-lieved him to be the mot conventional ot "-onventional men and she wonde.vd wrathfully what eveil chance cocl.i have brought aim to the park in such a dav when. by eve:- token, he should have been safely housed at his club. slijrg in the window and occasionally indulging in ! a Piase yawn. Acting up to her preconceived Idea of mm. sne naa always met mm with her mask on the well-bre-i monotonous bear- ing of the trained sccial ailmaL It was a mask that she urged in self -defense, to keep from knowing how bored she was; that she removed only In 'itude when the need for stretching 1 self. mer.tally and physicallv. broke out into any antic that suggested itself. It had been so to-day. A larrar. advances toward her there was a IikiH in nis lace that was new to ner. t; was mteresreo. arouse!, curious. "Forgive me." be begged with twitching i'ps. "but yon danced out of the frir mo unexpectedly that I really didn't have time to warn you of my presence. Besides. I'll be honest! I didn't want to. It was great:" She regarded him for a moment with accusing yes. But he looked so honestly merry ar.d aroused that she smiled in spite of herself, albeit a bit foolishly. "I suppose you think I'm mad!" she observed rather humbly. For answer he held out his hand with a-locktbat was a challenge . ami began to whistle invitir-glv the tune she had so lately hemmed. Before ehe fully - realised what she was rioi-g she had taken his hand and down 'the Mali thev went, each trying to outdo the other in the bur- iesau grace -ot tceir ; motion. jjlcLU. bench not far awav. his .eit'ines !,!rr(.,i ' ' 1 . '' , " rkened Ms- aome- announced until I get back to town. I and softened bv the masse of fog , '" V , ho feVt fo -she looked has- would let th secret out at once." shut them inexorably into the sa.-n t 'v '"'.w wh a or srtosnes? that she Madge Carsedale perched aloft a tall world for the time btng I ' ill d'ew a deep rock, cast a imldlv defiant glance at Almost at the same instant, she made i "it fs"' vlig" U'thrtlllrg to b? Irraine a, he lay stretched out full he discovery that it was r...t only a man. i , , ,,.ne w th her. "She brought her length at hr feet, but a man whom s .e knew. an.'. !,.; fa..- ! 'V'' .,'-' n "e' v back to his again, but at "AM you are getting so woefully ( ah-became a deeper scarlet as she t.citrH i ''f. .hing euslve but masterful, that stracted." she went on drawing forth h.s laughing, saf-itation and. ..w.tiied .is ' 'V,. w there the color flooded hef fac. from her purse a tiny frtvotous-lOOking approach with ilefia - t e; e. u w as bud ' , ,.L , i -in in-ide a treat egg i mirror. In which she was peering side-enouga to have l.?n ciiuht in so Idiotic 1 ,! i i tn't ff: she aked Irving ways to we if her veil were properly sett Performance by any one hot by Rich- . il .b .v o 'he maierv of that looK cured at the back "Uist night I told a rd Darran of all men" j '4 ul'gh.d outright at the quaintness of you three times that Aunt Jane would "BRAVO! lanehir.g and breathless, they sank down on a bench to rest. "To think nf you the ditrnified Richard Darrari behaving like this in a pub-lie place;" she panted, striving hysterically f.T breath. "Keally. it's too much'. " And she rested her head weakly on the. back of the bench and went off into an-otht r spasm of laughter. "Why. that's nothing! 1 flatter myself I'm not conventional." "You do!" she exclaimed in naive astonishment ln?fore be could go further. "Of course I do!" he responded in an injured tone. "But to think of Miss Brooks: sailing madly down the Mai! like a flighty danseuse. startling a ouiet fellow who came here to get a little of the starch of city life out of him afternoon that is what I call amazing I give you my word I haven't recovered from the shock yet!" And he fanned himself with a well-stimulated air of virtuous astonishment. "But I thought you liked the starch'" She looked at him as if she really saw him for the first time. And then she added, thoughtfully: "You hoe always seemed to me tne very flower of conventionality." "I've sometimes referred to vol as a flower, too." he confessed dryly; "the pink of propriety: "" Involuntarily she giggled. Then with hasty suavity she explained that she had always tried to live up to him and had never dared to startle him by being re-oily herself. They' continued to stare at each other l!ke two castaways who had made the mutual discovery of each other's presence in a barren land. Her face took on a sud ien fascination for him at the during different soul of her looked frankly 1 tit him from her Questioning evea. aomr- . , . . i .... , h Di run u-n mMn msn . ..i v..-'; '.k., ua'ct desire to hatch "out 'nto the sianng sunlight where there are speta'to4 and one s words and actions "tt Vm ,-.. nnt dried Have you"' are ad and dried. rtae Sou She ignored the question, jumping i.r. rather hurriedly ana preienuicg nui io hear. x . . j -Xj-t os walk: she suggested, and he' . rose obediently and strobed by her side. but the deep, insistent, nair-unconscious question of his loog was sttll there and ( he tried in vain to conceal tne '-utter 01 i embarrassment tnat nuioe ner nuii unu quiver. 1 Thev descended the broad. eay steps : that led to the lake and found them- eivs in un enchanted scene. The fog Was growing thicker each moment and the trunks of the trees were lost in it nft. miikv masses, while the leafless branches appeared aoove in delicate ara- besoues as if seen tnrougn tne mesnes or a fine lace. t.very ooject was as vague and unreal as the light of a dream: the angel on the fountain no longer rested on its pedestal, but floated vaguely in the filmy air; the boat house was no longer an ugly, ungraceful structure, but a sort of fairy castle; the delicate, aerial beauty of it held them spellbound, and they stood watching it. half afraid to breathe lest it should vanish, this world of floating, fairy shape. Impulsively she put ber hand on his arm. The need to touch someuung reaxand numan was strong within ber. J l feel iike a spirs. she breathed tn an awed tone. Dd yo ever see anything so beautifaty-and so unearthly' " - "J ever!, he repVed in. a tow tone, as bis band closed firmly over hers. He made as if to speak again, then set his jaw with - the of. a man. who is bold- on .1 . . . . .v.... v. v, . , o .ir.nmii ot rctvtm I IT BEGAN BRAVO!" ing his feelings with a steady rein. But In that moment they seemed to fall into a strange new understanding of each moment, and when at last they' walked on over the hill beyond -the lake and still onward into the perspective that revealed itself cautiously foot by foot, they cor.tided to each other many of those intimacies of thought which are nothing in themselves, but wh ch nevertheless snow which way the wind blows. In the upper reaches of the park they stopped to rest. It was then that look ng at her with a sort of wonder in his eyes that he had been so blind before Darran said, with a comical despair in h:s tone: . "l cannot get over it: in thinK tnat , I've known you nearly four years and never so much as guessed the true so- ' mtion of you: tour years wasted abso- lutelv wasted! I never dreamed that you tared for anything but . and teas and dress as the others do " She smiled appreciatively. "But for tins fog we might have gene on forever passing and repassing and never suspecting." she said softly: 'missing each other in the crowd." A big policeman sauntered by. swinging his club jauntly by the cord. Questioning!;.- he stared at the pair on the BeHnniindl ttlto Mask "But really I don't like it. Dick, that you gave the gtr! so much of your time, teaching her to sw:m. showing her ttie different stars in the sky. explaining to her this and lhat. She probably has mis-construed it. if it weren't for the fact that I don't want our engagement remember it when I speke of it . this ; morning." j "I see nothing wonderful a. K.ut Aunt Janes coming. he interrupted her short- . expect me to rhapsodize u l m not fond of monkeys and lmrrots and he travels with both g-i:es if 1 had mentioned Margaret . ,m k-.. k.,. attention." she finished, with that ir- rilalin vav a wora,n adopts when she . . h romDiaint have been futile. - Hish' Here she comes now. with Xor- . ton porrance warned her. Madge rose airily, oulltnc her fluffy skirts into olace. "Gotng for a swim T" cri-d to the couple as thev passed, seeing the case thev carried, which gen- erally was filled with bathing parapher- naiia. "I'm going to show her how to float th's morning. rvorton. a nne, smooth faced young feilow. put Jn. glancing fondlv at the girl, her delicate, pale face illuminated by a pair of wonderful gray eyes- Dorrance kicked the sand savagely with the beel of his boot. Before the arrival of his fiancee the week previous, tt had been his usual custom to take the girl in the surf. He had haunting recollect'ona '. of delightful moonlight nights with ber. . her dark hair blown around her faca like an aureole around a saint's. He had never dreamed of the cower this shy. sweet girl had . ucoaac4osiy obtained over him. . - - - v. -: One morning he awoke aghast at tha truth, oa receiving- a letter from Madge, to whom be was engaged- announcing ber arrival the next day. Life with, him ince then bad been purely mechanical. He was permitting periunctorny 10 ms anaajnsmenC inwardly feeiing cuipabi at bench. However, as his searching glance failed to discover that they were in any way disturbing the peace he passed on though his expression said as plainly as words could have done. "Rather a wet day for spooning." Janet rose abruptly as his broad back began to recede down the oath. -i "Evidently he thinks we-don't know enough to go In when It rains. I really must get back home. I'm pretty damp." "And I'm pretty happy. Must we really co?" It was late afternoon, ana oy tne time thev reached the Fifty-ninth street en trance the electric lights were beaming like radiant, beneficent moons. Over the dark. wet. shining pavements people hur- rjed back and forth and the drone of nfe the life that for two hours had been shut away from them by the fog-greet- ed their ears once more. At her door he looked Into her eyea meaningly. "I've seen the rainbow!" was all that he said. As for the conseouences of it all If you can discover the big policeman, who now knows them very well, he will tell you all about it. Bertha Trevelyan. in New-York Times. the wrong he was unintentionally doing the girl he was betrothed to. outwardly harrassed by a thousand Jealousies at sight of Norton's constant attendance on Mariaret Hi eyea. followed the couple. "Really. Dwkl" Madge's querulous tones aroused him. He colored like a schoolboy. "I asked you twice if you didn't want to walk on the beach T "ies. pes. ne stammered, -snail we go now? Come." He seised her parasol, setting nut at a pace with whicn she could with difficulty keer us. "Wait. Dick." she cried. Dorrance did not hear her; he was anxiously scanning the bathing houses for the sight of a familiar blue batnlng suit. i His gaze was Anal.y rewarded; he saw Norton and Margaret on the white sand for a second before they plunged 'into tfte frothing, white-capped waves. Madge looked at him peculiarly, but he was unawire f her d'-t-p. s--"i;-i: tern tiny, and she sjjVk Into tho chair he made for her out of the and and some, drift wood, unfurling ber scarlet parasol over ner i ace. cu wn oiu a4re ot i lie becoming pink flush it imparted to her skin. Darrance looked at her. with small tolerance of her little vanities, the ctlroin- j utive silver powder box suspended with other conceits at her belt; .her Vinai grette, which she was making a pretense of using for a besdacbe. a "Perhaps after ail. we made a mistake." she said softly, as she put a dab of powder on her nose from the toy box. "In what way? The beach is as gd as any place this hot morning." be replied. "It wasn't the beach. Dick. I was thinking of our engagement. It secerns farsical to me we never had anything to say to each other Oh, I can't tell you - " "Why. I take you driving every day to the bops, tne concerts. That ring was Just what you wanted." he began. "We're always together; J don't see what mora we could do." : "Oh. I don't know." b said, jroietly. with a furtive sweep ot Iter eye in bis direction. - -i"- - - A pang shot through her a i saw that he was intently watch injr a blue battling suit- But she let ' com of. ber disturbances show In ber face. ' Honorable to the last degree, be would never hesitate when it canoe to hi lty. "It is nor too late. aba began, brave ly. - gulping, something down In. ber throat- "See! see!" Dorrance excitedly Jumped to his feet, agitated beyond ail control . -; of himseif. "She's disappeared. O. why : ; ." did she go out with that man. He can't 7 swim. The girl will drown!" Madge quickly followed Dorrance"" -long, iithe bounds toward the beach. With colorless Hps she watched him ai -" he tore off his coat and sprang- recklessly Into the waters. It was more than fear for him. She was conscious of a mad. Area hope that , he would be too late: and then shame aty her unworthy thoughts overcame - her. . . l , rj-,wanA with Aa a ri'unri !ctuhu, oil" r ... . - - - - exhausted formtn his arms, was manfully ewlmming to the shore. He deposited the unconscious figure I the sand and kissed the white face witlfc a lover's frenzy. "Sweetheart look at O. my love JtU are .not dead!" he was incoherently say. ing. He fiercely seised Madge's hand she reached him. "Help her, save nerl he cried, hoarsely, quick, for a doctor--run!" ' When she returned the girl was conscious; the physician pronounced her in- juries trivial. Dorrance. pale and nerv ous. was standing apart; he had forgot-, tm hts wet clothes. There was a look . suffering on his face as Madge went to him that aroused all of her sympatny. Margaret's evea had sought him out wit ; something stronger than mere gratitude In their delightful depths. ' "Dick." Madge touched him softly on the arm. He covered his fac with lit hands. "Blame me censure me. but don t loolC at me like that," he cried, contritely "l have acted like a scoundrelI know iu I am glad that your nature is light, dear -that this won't hurt you. I wUl atons ; for this 1 " - Listen." she said, gently. "I started to ask you this morning, Dick, to release me from this engagement. Vau ? know I am shallow, frivolous. I am not suited to you. Go to Margaret, and give, her this. It should be hers." - . - She slipped the "ring he had given her ; into his hand and hastily walked away, s "No. Madge, no," he railed after her. ; But she did not turn her head. "The -tears arose in his eyes ss he looked after - her. consumed with conflicting emotions. Margarets loving eyes took him quick ly to her side. Norton, recognising the-, situation, was feigning an interest in helping Bome small fisherman, to gather ' Shells. '.',: ..).:. , .lv love. said Dorrance, tenderly. - "You must go to the hotel now.- Here- ; after you shall go into the surf with' no one but myself." And the girl smiled back at him with love-Ht eyea. I p the beach a scarlet parasol moved with purposeless motion. It lent a ten-.. der glow to the white, drawn face of ttha . wuiiiau w lo Cell 1 1FTJ I L. ,. ... . How "John Brown's Body1 Hap pened to Be Composed. 1 E-frfirts by veterans of the great civil -.' war to discover the authoro. of ."Vtf'fa n Brown's Body" from the atf heaTeTim have brought to tight thf history of the stirring song, say the Chicago Tribune. - a. man in uthKoan u Htilt to ten tne story, for he was one lof the original .. quartet that sang it. ofrer fort years ago, and he assisted in Ah evolution ot -the song. This modest1 veteran of the rebellion, who was one of the- men who made the memorable escape from" the , tunnel at Libby prison, is James how. ard Jenkins, president ; of the . German --" National Bank of Oshkosh. This is how Mr. Jenkins tells of the , birth of the song. In the early spring of 1861. the Boston Light Infantry, a bat- , talion of three companies under command of Major Rogers, of the Boston Journal, was sent to fort Warren, in ' Boston harbor, for drill and jrarrison duty. This battalion was made up largely of the better class of city boys and was to Boston what tbe Beventn - Wgimeni was to New York, t - . - - when the demand Tor ' troops neeame . pressing the battalion offered Its services, which, however, could not b accepted, art us it could be iBCOrnorated into one of the regiments then forming. According- ly the battalion disnanaed. ana a rusa was made bv Its members to enlist in tha Twelfth and Thirteenth , regiments. The Twelfth was completed - first and was sent to Fort Warren for organixaticra and drill. Among its members were many excei- . lent singers. One of tbe male quartets was composed or tour sergeants Jtnuiw, Brown. Kdgerley and Eldredge who were continually on tne looaout lor a marchlnK melody upon which to construct a regimental war song. From some uiV known quarter came a verse: - y -. .-. ' .- : i ' - . John Brown's body lies a-rnoldering In ths grave; His soul is marching on. Glory, glory, halielujahi - . -1 In searching for a fitting tun theyc adapted an old camp meeting melody sung by the colored Methodist' at the Martha's Vineyard camp meetings to .-. the words: ; ; . Come, brothers'; will yoii meet ns? The song "took", at one and tbe simplicity of tbe chorus with its swing and lilt, roade'it at once popular. 7h verses that followed were improvised -from time to tima. The death of Coi. . .. Ellsworth, which occurred at that time, occasioned the verse; We lament the death of Colonel Ellsworth. And his pets his Zouaves) will meet hitn on the way The second tenor of the quartet a short, broad-shouldered S-ttchman named John Brown. When ' be put n . his knapsack for the first time, wit a his red-lined overcoat rolled -on its top. he looked so topheavy that the boys laughed at aim. But. quk-k-witted and good-natured, he retorted by marching up and down, singing: John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon bis back. . ,':' v- : This was straightway added to the list nt verses. "We'll hang Jeff Davia to a " sour apple tree was the natural expression of a rampant Massachusetts man. '..---':.-' . ------ . . , On Saturdav afternoon Ciimores band came to the fort to play at dress par.tue. snd large numbers of -isitors were, also present. One Saturday the quartet went., with GUmore into one of the casements and sang the song to bim, he foilowea on his cornel till he bad fixed th tr in his memory. Ot hia '.tur. ,'i te!.'onr ; lowing Saturday it was iriayed for tne first tiro in front of the Tweiftrt Massa- chusetis Volunteer Infantry at dre-s rsd at Fort Warren. Boston barter On its way to the front the . passed through XewYork and cined . City Hali -Square. Wb-n the hue w,x formed to march down Broadway to tne ferry the band struck tip "John Brow,-, iod the regiment .nn it .cneers snd shooting and excitetnem tne too -sands that lined the street. Wnue t song becam a national one- -yet- Twelfth Massacbnsetts was sways Kris Its department as t&e ,'aUeu;jda i kSboriginal nusrtet; John T was ; drowned wfeiie tro-irr, . ' stream neagi J"ort Roys I- cvrtr some year s go Edeeney f-v Founts i living ia i-- -;. member of the ousrtet. J. bas lived in O'"kor. :'- presented . the fort s ' '. ' i.- ;: -ceives -to be tte ' . ' ortsr-i cr i r- : mw ii. l,aTTa Sii,l i c i

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