Claremore Messenger. (Claremore, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, May 27, 1910 Page: 4 of 8
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In tha aoii. Lady Darllnirton pronouni'liiK
tna aarvlri' Hfopiiona uwnlilne fmm
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formed III* Imaln for TiiIIIi m r.'ll(tloim
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ftephena atarioil to pmii.. ii„. Kii„Mi.
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en offlcor lu> tinit liumlil.il In I'lilli- It.,
found that nt Snnrlii**' tnsplriillon,
arlneer McKnlulit pliiynl ••(.'I10111" tn Hcnre
<hfl mnn lnl< k'lvlnu up the qiu-at. Stfpli-
"Pleaie Tell Me. I—I Wi h to Know the Very Worst."
fur nfi ns the Piiplno.rnofn. Tiolli boil-
ers blow up, an' ilien notliin' held lite
t" :pn?^tt,TmVle's8p,"i?sr wKr^up-'! «,PI'n ' the air but the after bulk-
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atari.Ml northward. Shn wnn H-ri. ki.,1 In 11
ton- Stephens, Do Nova. I.mlv OarllnBlnn
and her miilil being nimnii; tlmse 10 aot
out In a II fo boat.
CHAPTER XXI.
In Which Love Speaks.
Noione ultercil n sound after thaf
first wild cry. We sat there stunned
Into silence by the horror of the sit-
uation, every eye staring blindly In-
to the mist, the longboat tossing like
a chip on the swell caused by the en-
gulfing of the yacht. The crippled Sea
Queen bad evidently gone down like
a shot. Twice I endeavored to speak,
but something choked me, and my
voice failed. I reached down into my
pocket, held close to my eyes the
small compass I always carried, and
swung the boat's head northward.
Even this slight effort at action gave
me back some measure of self-con-
trol.
"You had better step the mast, Mr.
De Nova, and get out what canvas you
can spread. There is not much wind,
but we'll make the best of what little
there is."
They went at the task as though
glad to have work given them, but I
could see nothing but the dim out-
lines of their forms.
I bent down toward Lady Darling-
ton; she glanced around and directly
Into my eyes.
"Are you warm enough?"
"Oh, yes; but—but I hardly know
how I am. This has come so sudden-
ly. I—I am not frightened, but dazed,
horrified. Were all the others on board
drowned ?"
"They must have been. 1 will ques-
tion the men in a moment. Only 1 beg
of you do not permit your courage to
give way."
She rested her hand upon my knee.
"You need not fear for me," she said
firmly- "I will not. fail you."
The mainsail bellied out, catching
whatever breeze there was. the boom
■winging free and the long-boat lean-
ing well over, as it leaped forward in-
to the fog. The swift motion brought
new heart to all of us.
"Pass back the provisions, lads, and
we'll stow them away here in the
•tern-lockers."
This task required only a few mo-
ments. and when It was completed I
was able to discern the mate, seated
next to Celeste.
"Now tell me just what occurred,
Mr. De Nova." I said. "What was It
we bumped Into,—an Iceberg?"
"Zat was It. monsieur. You saw how
>e tog lay. By gar, I not see ze fo'-
head. When that finully gave way the
| ol' hooker dropped to Davy Jones.
There wasn't a man ahead o' the niain-
hateh that had a chance even to run
for It."
I caught my breath, feeling a shiver
shake me.
"I am unable to make out who nre
on board," I said at last. "Name your-
selves, beginning ut the bow."
"Jem Cola, sir." It was the voice of
the negro.
"Next. Speak up, men!"
"Johnson."
"Kelly."
"McKnight."
"Dade."
"Sanchez."
There was a pause, the last voice
sounding just abaft the mast-butt.
"Is that all?"
"That's all, sir."
"With De Nova, myself, and the
two women it makes the count ten,
Well, we sha'n't be crowded for room.
This is going to be a hard cruise, lads,
but we'll make a stiff fight for it.
We're sailors, with a stanch boat un-
der us, and a chance to win out."
There was a faint cheer, rumbling,
as if it had caught in their throats,
and the negro asked:
"How much of a run Is it. boss?"
"1 am unable to tell you, Cole," I
answered, endeavoring to make my
voice sound hopeful, "because 1 have
not had any observation for three
days. There is no use lying to you !
fellows. There is a mighty long
stretch between us and any land worth
trying after. We are out of the track
of ships, and our only hope Is to keep
the long-boat right side up, and get out
of her all the speed possible. Two of
you stand by to watch the running
gear: the others had better lie down
and get some sleep wnile the wind is
light. Turn in with them. De Nova;
you will have to relieve me at Ihe til-
ler later."
The breeze perceptibly freshened,
but. not sufficiently to require any reef-
ing of canvas, and the fog be^an drift-
ing away like a great white cloud,
leaving revealed the ylsta of cold gray
sea stretching about us. Lord, but it
did look barren and desolate, that
ceaselessly heaving expause of water,
amid which we were but the merest
speck, scarcely more important than
thoBe floating cakes of ice, tossed by
the waves through which we sought
passage.
At nix o'clock we took careful stock
of our supply of provisions, and served
out a small ration all around, after-
ward arranging the aeveral watches
for the night and distributing, as equal-
ly as possible, the blankets and extra
clothing. The wind felt colder, the
sefc coming tip a bit, and Dade and
away to the north, east, west, south,
the vast fields of Ice, the extent of
storm-lashed seas, the seeming hope-
lessness of our efforts at escape, and
choked In my throat, my Hps pressed
tight, my eyes Blaring blindly out In-
to the smother.
Suddenly the blanket at my feet
stirred, and Lady Darlington sat up,
her back against the gunwale and face
upturned to mine. The cold gleam
of the moon revealed her features,
clear cut as a cameo, framed by the
darkness of her hood. I' could dis-
tinguish the delicate tracery of her, v„„
ashes, and, beneath that light, the j she suid soberly. "Death together."
■ si eyM enmpelllng me tn look at liar,
"Yph"
"lluw l ow far ti Hy I* ihta land*"
I hMMVil, iiciimll) .tfiaid myMf
lo h,h>h'a tin- an«wt<r. but her hand
cliUii iiie.-i'ly ilnhtpn«d
I'lir* mil inn. I —I wl*h In know
Mm ury wural. Htnh knowledge will
)■ wwI-m 10 bear limn tlila awful
dotlht/'
"Hni I hardly know niv**|f," I eon-
finaiil i|.'np.iiiitn v ' | have had no
ol *m , utli.n for several d.iya and nan
only minim the iaie i f 1 nigra** of thtt
Hen gum n, or our drift du'lnt tha
•tortn I will |n< perfectly honest with
ynu, though, ami glvn yuti my beat
Jiiik'iiieiit I bi-lli:vn wn mum he he-
t wein four and five hundred miles to
1 ho rii.it and mirth of Dougherty I*
Inmi, Mini not yet beyond the limit of
drift Ice, There would I"1 no use In
our atiemptins to turn buck for that
point of bind, ns It li tmihlng hut a
rock, mid we could iiev<-r find It hy tha
mere Muldance of a complins. Our only
cliuncc is to bear awa> to the north-
■ ntti toward laud und the truck of
shlpx "
"llow far? What land?"
"The western coast of South Amer-
ica: nt hast 1,800 miles."
I felt Iter shudder, and scarcely re-
alizing that I did so. or the slgnlfi-
catice of the action, Impelled hy an
Impulse beyond all control, I drew her
hand within both my own as though
in pleiUe of protection.
"It can be done," I Insisted. "Such 1
bout voyages have been accom-
plished."
She made no effort to draw away,
bet ryes still upon mine.
"Not through such a sea as this,;
not nt this senson of the year."
I could not answer, my lips dry, my
throat parched.
"You know the utter hopelessness
of It," she went on, stimulated by my
silence. "You know we can never
survive the cold, the closing In of the
Ice, the certainty of storm. You are
u sullor, and a brave man—trust me
with the whole truth."
"It would be ilmost a miracle." I fal-
tered. the words fairly forced from
my lips by her Insistence. "This Is
the beginning of winter in the storm-
iest ocean on the globe. God could
do it. but not man."
Her head sank, the white cheek
touching my sleeve, but the fearless
gray eyes were still open, gazing
straight Into mine.
"Then it is the certainty of death," I
' Uiaiiger Malum )i«d amMllo«a If
it tiad Hot Im>*u ei. lie |ever would
have attained the eminence In Ihe
world tliat was hu. lor ouly dogged
lieralaleiice, an iron will and desire lor
power would llrfVe *i|lticei| to overcome
iba IMMMH that liad Iweu Ik
a* a poverty stricken boy and youth
Not* that all Iking* material were
bis. be began in ytarn lor piber joys—
social supremacy, lor one. Mhrend
enough to realUe tb« raee was run for
himself, be centered bl scheme* aud
hope* nn hi* only son. lindley It
made bltii taiibiii'il witli llle and re-
paid bliu for Ilia struggles when be
looked at lindley, who wa* everything
hi* lather wa* urn -big, handsome,
clever of speech and giaccful of man
uer, no dUitngulnbed by hi* spirit uf
sheer good nature and well being 'hat
he waa alwaya a marked man wben be
entered a room lie drew people to
him by a niagnet|*m that waa lrre«|*tl
ble He wa* pointed out by tha crowd
a* a shining exception to the general
run uf estremely rich men'* sous, aud
Oranger Malum let himself dream
i*reatna aa lo lladley'a future, e*pe
daily concerning his marriage
lladley's mother, long dea bad
sprung from the same class astirunger
himself, and aa the older man looked
back through the vista of year* and
recalled her, colorlea., faithful, com-
monplace and awkward, be wondered
a little aadly what she would have
done wltb the money and the granlta
palace and the power that would have
been here. Htorn honesty told himahe
would have done nothing—would have
sunk beneath the weight In awkward
terror.
lie cruld fancy her shrinking
through tho big hall* of the homo be
und Hadley occupied. No; Mury would
"I've Been a Fool."
c'atle from ze bridge for more as four J Kelly fixed up a piece of spare ean-
hcur. We run at half-speed w en you [ vas at the stern to protect the steera-
went below. Sacre, w'at else was j man from the dash of icv spray. De
dare? I know you much tired, an' so I j .v,)va took the tiller, and seeing no
aUnd «e vatch for six hour. By gar. I sfej,8 of a bad niri, j ,av down amid.
my eyes burn tryin' to see somesing. \ 8hlps. though not until I had com-
Zen I send down for you to be call. I peiled Lady Darlington to seek rest
Pretty soon I leave Larsen on ze J aIgp whether she found it or not I
bridge, an' start aft to see wy you 1 can not say. but I was asleep instant-
not come more quick. I get most to , iv, and knew nothing until Johnson
■a companfon, when bang! we hit ie cailed me at midnight
Iceberg! Zat all I know for ze nex'; • Thei, was no „reat chan?e in con.
minute, only zare be hell for ard, an'
ae ahlp op on end "
"la that all you can tell? Is there
- flay one else here able to explain T'
"Well sir." said a deep rumbling
*ol ftjrward. "1 was jnst aft o' the
main hatch when the rumpus bap-
waed, a-I.angin' on to a lifeline. I
smld".'t see much, but 1 figure it oat
Ike this. We hit a big oerg tows on;
I Im •' fee cared off 00 m. aa'
to tha far-art <tech Uke it waa
ditions as I stumbled sleepily aft to
gray of her eyes appeared black.
"I have been studying your face, Mr.
Stephens," she said quietly, "and have
read there the helplessness of our sit-
uation."
I rallied instantly, endeavoring to
speak lightly.
"You translate wrongly. That was
only the depression of the scene yon-
der; the awful loneliness of sea and
sky affected my spirits. You should
not draw hasty conclusions."
"Nor have I. Even such a sea and
sky never gave you that look of de-
spair. I know you too well to'believe
that. You consider our situation des-
perate."
I looked at her closely, but it was
not fear I saw In the uplifted face.
"It is certainly serious enough," I
admitted, believing it useless to at-
tempt any deceit, "but not hopeless.
We have a stanch boat under us, suf-
ficient food for all our probable needs,
and a favorable wind. While there is
life there is hope."
She made a little eloquent gesture
of the hands.
"Please do not say that. Those
words are always the last effort to
bolster up courage. Keep them for
the men, but trust me with the exact
truth."
"Ask and I will auswew"
"What chance have we of rescue?"
I turned my eyes away before ven-
turing to reply, yet I dared not utter
an untruth.
"Two: the being picked up by some
passing vessel, or the attaining of in-
habitable land."
"Are there any vessels In this sea
at this season?"
"It is hardly probable there are. un-
less it should be some whaler blown
from her course around the Horn."
"Then our only practical hope lies
In reaching land by our own efforts?"
She leaned forward, her hand touching
whie as it grasped the tiller, her earn-
My heart leaped as though it had
received an electric shock.
"Together! you meau—"
"That 1 should rather be here, facing
death with you, than anywhere else
alone," she exclaimed swiftly. "Oh,
I can say it frankly now; say It here
before you and God; say it in all
purity and honor. Perhaps to-night,
perhaps to-morrow, somewhere amid
this awful waste of waters we will go
together Into eternity. What are the
dictates of men to us now? What
meaning is there any longer to the
hideous requirements of the world?
We are beyond them all. Here, noW,
we can be ourselves, ourselves. To-
night we are free; to night I can hear
you speak what I have already read In
your eyes, and am not afraid to hear
it."
"You—you love me?" -
"With ail my heart and soul."
With everything else blotted out,
with all else forgotten, I sat speech-
less, gazing down through the mist of
tears into her eyes.
CHAPTER XXII.
In Which I Understand My Lady.
She rested motionless, her cheek
barely touching my sleeve, her eyes
filled with love, her hands in mine.
Then I heard her voice, soft as a whis-
per, the breath of her lips on my
cheek.
"You will not misjudge me; surely
you can not. Those words would never
have been uttered in any other cir-
cumstances. Not that 1 am afraid, not
that 1 am ashamed or regretful; but
nothing else could ever have set me
free. Now we must know, understand
each other—we must die with our
hearts open, our souls clean. You real-
ly love me? trust me? believe me to
he a worthy woman?"
"With all my soul I do."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
m
His Long-Delayed Proposal
French Story of Note in Bouquet That |
Was for Yeara Unanswered.
One of 1 be longest delayed proposala
on record is related in a French story
of a shy young subaltern who was or-
dered away to the wars. Not daring
take the tiller. The boat was sailing I to speak, he Bent a nosegay of yellow
free, but with a reef in the mainsail, roses to the girl he loved, with a little
owing to a marked stiffening of th^ 1 note inside begging her, if she
wind. The intense loneliness of the I turned his love, to wear one of the
scene cast an even stronger spell over I flowers in her breast that night at the
me now,—those awful wastes of soli- 1 ball. She appeared without It, and he
tude above and below; the far-off went away broken-hearted.
steely glitter of stars; the near-by Years afterward, when ha waa
white crested waves; the little. Inslg lame old general, he agala met his
aificaat da* of a boat la which wa old fcnw, aaw
"Madam," he answered somewhat
sternly, "you ought to know best If
you bad not refused to answer that
note in the bouquet of yellow rosea I
might have been a happier man." "The < ing stock before the very
not have been happy; she could not
have grown Into the station Fate had
In store for her. Moreover, she would
have hampered him. He was resolved
that the girl Hadley married should
bo one who would not hamper him;
for his son was to progress even fur-
ther than he had done. His wife must
have been brought up In luxury from
the cradle, so what would have made
Hadley's mother gasp would be taken
as a matter of course by her. She
must have beauty and youth and the
sort of sweet haughtiness that comes
from careful sheltering and breeding.
She must be fitted by birth and bring-
ing up to reign over the huge Malton
house on Fifth Avenue and the coun-
try place at Newport.
For a year or so, Granger Malton
had been calmly reviewing the young-
er beauties of the town trying to de-
cide which one Hadley should marry,
for he never doubted his son's willing-
ness to please him In this point. He
was too shrewd to dictate, but he
knew how to manage him. Let the
boy think he had all the rope he want-
ed and yet twitch the rope In the di-
rection he wished Hadley to go. He
eluded that it was time to disclose
carefully his general views to his son
one night as they sat ever their coffee
and cigars In the big library, but his
speech was checked by the curious ex-
pression on the young man's face.
Never had he seeis him so pale, so
[ tensely nervous, yet so fearless.
"Father," Hadley broke the silence
which fell as Granger Malton's words
trailed off into nothingness in his sur-
prise, "don't talk to me of marriage
of your wishes—your views! I have
something to tell you myself tonight.
1 was married this morning to—"
He ceased and Bprang forward at his
father's ghastly face, but the older man
motioned him away as he slowly recov-
ered his self-control. Yet his race waa
gray and aged from the moment. He
stared at Hadley with an awful curi-
osity, as something new and strange.
"Married!" he echoed at last, choking-
ly. "I can't believe it! You! To do
a think like that! After all my plans.
You've spoiled your life! Men don't
run off and marry secretly when they
are proud of the girl! Who is she? Do
I know her?"
"No," said the son, aa white aa hla
father. "You don't know her. But—"
Granger Malton lost his bead as the
full realization of what this meant
broke over him. He shook one trem-
bling hand at hie son. "Qo!" he said
hoarsely. "It might as well be now,
for the break would come, sooner or
later! I'll have no shop girl or chorus
girl brought here to make me a laugh
its! la
recurred to him be remembered 'Mi
sarcastic taunt: "You won't star**!"
lie grew grimmer as the day* aal
monib* went un bringing 00 word I
lladley W«. iningl> be and bis w Ho-
llow tiianger writhed at Ihe word- bad
dropped off Ibe earth lladley . frleud*
were not hi*, and he rarely ran acrm*
anyone who imiulred for bt eon A
grtat butler iu bho* where the tor
wa* aud If all was well |>uet>e*Bed bun-
There wa* nothing hut hltterue** In
hi* bean wben be thought of ihe hip
web 1.mi. iiauanii-r in law thru*! npM
blm *'i guMmljf He nt..! in reuMin
out why a young man a* niUiocraiie
a* lladley iluiuhl have chosen in lull
III love with an ordinary girl, a girl he
bad to run away and marry, bet-aus* bo
knew bis father would not welcome
her lie remembered dliuly that llad-
ley had *ald her name was luei, but
thai meant uotblng Nbe waa un-
known! ||a could not he proud ol bar.
Hla bluer aorrow over the daughter In-
law of bis fancy, whom be would bava
*bowered with gifts, spoiled with his
admiration and to whose pretty ruleba
would have bint cheerfully, was pa-
thetic. Hhe waa an lmpos*lli||lty now;
the brilliant future that would bava
been lladley'* waa lost.
Life wa* very bitter these days for
Granger Malton, and ho wa* aging
fbat, growing more taciturn, more of a
reolusn. Kvon hi* bualneas na oclatca
saw llttlo of him. lie roamed the great
granite houae sadly, fancying it as It
might have been, realizing Its useless-
ness now.
ivlgbt montb* had passed and still nn
word from lladley. Rcneath hla dull
anger was growing tho pitiful hope-
lossness of age, tho ona wish to sec bl*
son again, to have him near. Grnnger
Malton had reached the point where.
If he had known lindley'* whereabouts,
he would have asked him to come and
see him.
But h« would not ask hi* wife, and
he knew lindley would never cross
tho threshold again till ahe cauie wltb
him.
It was some days later, at tho close
of n conference with Hinton Daly, who
was Interested In the same mines that
Malton had Interests In, and who had
just come home from Kurope and was
bluff of speech, lie slapped Granger
Malton on the shoulder as he got lo
blB feet and atood drawing on his
gloves.
"Sny," he cried, "why didn't you let
a fellow know Hadloy was married.
Met "ein over In Paris, but I can't say
I saw much of them, as they—Mrs.
Malton, rather—was bo much In de-
mand. She's the most popular person
in the American colony there, I reck-
on. judging from the Invitations I saw
plied up on her desk. Hadley always
did have luck. Not one man In fifty
gets the combination he did—beauty
and talent and family. Why, Inez
Dartmoor's people have ancestors to
burn, but they didn't have any money
till she developed Into a genius. They
say she'll be the greatest woman sculp-
tor of her day. If she isn't now.
She's the most graceful girl, and her
eyes—oh, well, you know all about It.
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Hadley told me about his wedding— itamicu*iwitm ti. i- g... m_«_.
how It took a year for her to make up ■o ayii.1B«a j 1 numpson g CJV IVIIVT
her mind and he didn't give her ten ■ 1
minutes to change It again, but They Surely Would.
whisked her off to a minister's at A "ttle American boy with his tar
once. You're In luck to have such a t'ler was visiting a market in a niex-
daughter-ln-Iaw." lean city. He saw a little native girl
Granger Malton sat long after his with a 8,118,1 basketful of red peppers,
friend left. He was thinking. He re- of whlch yhe was eating one. His fa-
membered now—Miss Dartmoor, whom 'ber was about to say: "She thinka
people had talked about and raved Bhe is very smart," as the son called
over and so rarely could drag away hls attention to it. The boy spoke up
from her studio. He knew nothing Quickly, knowing what was to be said:
about art, but he did know the prices "Pa- would thoge red Peppers make
Inez Dartmoor's wprk had brought, you smart ,f y°u eat aU of tb^m?" Hla
for the papers always mentioned It. father replied: "Yes, son."
And be had sneerlngly called her a
shop girl when Hadley had said she
earned her own living. Granger Mal-
ton had all the awe of genius that be-
longs to the uncultured man. He re-
membered, too, the kind of people who
bad sought after her. Presently he
pulled over to blm a cable blank
which he addressed to Hadley In care
of his Paris bankers. What he wrote
with quick, decided fingers was brief.
It read:
"I've been a fool. Come home and
bring your wife."
From Habit.
Life Insurance Agent—The company
has rejected your application on the
ground that you lied in your answers.
Why did you say that your circulation
is good?
Mr. Koloom—Honest, I couldn't help
it. That's my business. You see, I'm
advertising manager on the Dally
Boomer.—Puck.
The Idea.
"Jack sent me a handsome mirror
for my birthday."
"Oh, that accounts for It."
"Accounts for what?"
"Yesterday he asked me if a woman
ever got too old to be pleased with a
note in the bouquet?" she repeated, ahe m shop girl?"
growing pale. Hadley Malton looked at the dla-
c. . _ 1 traught old man quietly. "No." he aald
She opened an old cabinet and took ahe earns her own living,
out from a drawer a shriveled Douqeet ^ ^mo^r-"
of what had been yellow rosea, among M ^ y, raUker
whose leafless stalks lurked a scrap of
paper yellow with age. "flee! I never
had your note." she said, holding tha
bouquet np. "If I had I would not
answered it aa yon fancta*.'
aaawer K now." said
the long
nip ted roughly. "Utn dm! I'm done
with you. Hadley! You've got ample
of your own I've settled aa ywa
The Short Story.
The commercial vrjue of a short
story is a much-mooted question be-
tween author and editor, the former looking-glass."
pointing to the extraordinary success
of such authors as Sir Gilbert Parker, No °* H'*-
Rudyard Kipling, or Mrs. Freeman, I "* noticed, Mr. Lloyd, that you were
while the latter refers to the sad fate ^he only person who did not weep dur-
of the general run of short-story fie-, in8 Mr. Evans' beautiful prayer."
tion. A new contribution to the au- "You forget. M,'s- Davies, that I be-
thor's side of the discussion is made lonS t0 another partsb."—The By
by the editors of the Harper Readers' 1 Btander.
library, William J. and Conlngsby W. A Grievance
Dawson in the preface to one of the Hewitt-It is no longer fashionable
volumes. Prejudice against the for ,a woman t0 have a 8ms„ vglgt
short story, say these critics Is large- jewett-I know It; you long-armed
ly due to ihe lack of definite stand- ; fellows have a cinch.
ard, as to just what a short story j ———.
should be. "If the story succeeds, it
appears to be by accident rather than
design. Sometimes it la Interpolated
into the text of a novel by the most
haphazard and clumsy means; some-
times It Is really a long novel abbre-
viated." Accordingly the Messrs.
Dawson suggests that "the true stand-
ard demands tlat the short story shall
be complete Ib Itself; that it shall be
'short because It can not be long;' and
that It shall consist of but one Inci-
dent." "
Check Impulsiveneea.
There Is a sort of Impulsiveness
whlcb often gets people Into serious
trouble. We are fretted and vexed at
the acta of somebody elee and we do
not wait to think, hut ady out our
irritation and wound deeply some sen.
sit Ira spirit We arw angry and wn
lot paaalon rule ua inatoad of calm
reflection. The Impelslvo
A Breakfast
Joy—
Sweet, Crisp,
Golden-Brown
Post
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Ready to genre from the
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