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es The Man Who Waited By JAMES DEE BALDWIN e. **6 ololvt 1 -k#,- - Ce•t#Nv,4 (Copyright, by Shortstory Pub Co.) For the greaeer part of his life Dit- mar Smoor hid believed that he pos- sessed the distinction of a name borne by no other mortal, lie was naturally surprised when he saw his name in the title of a magazine story, and for days - the Inman Smoor of flesh and blood was absorbed in the mystery. Where did the spurions Snorer orig- inate? At the table, at his desk, in church, on street, in the street ears—Smoor \could be seen to rouse himself from a fit of abstraction only to become ab- sorbed in the contemplation,of a clip - plug. His speculatione were vague and un- satisfactory, but soon P dawned upon him that the author of the story about the other Smoor might possess the solution of the problem. Accordingly he addressed a letter to the author of \The Nemesis of Ditmar Smoor,\ in care of the publisher of the maga- zine, and in course of time, when he had given up hope, he received the following reply: Dear Mr. Smoor: Your communication of some niontlis since has Viovited me in toy wanderings, and tinarlr overtaken tne, arid I am glad to be able to furpish the is you request. I Sunday afternoon, .a little niote th three years ago. I was sitting in \the i; Adi station at Houston. Tex., waiting f belated train, and occupying the t..! m of waiting with a copy of the rest. On one of the local pages ii Mug list of advertised letters re - ti. :,1g uncalled for at the Ilouston post • with a vague expectation' of see- ing my own name, or prompted by Mere ..suriostty, I glanced down the names be- ginning with \5\ and noticed the very unusual one—\Ditaror Smear.\ It seemed to me so odd that I at once tore tlIlt the list, fortunately retaining lite I eading containing the date, anti filed it among my notes and material for future stories. About a year since I wrote the story that has attracted your attention. anti used your unusual name, It has only re- cently been published. I am glad that I still have the newspa- per clipping among my notes, and here - With Inclose It. hoping that It may prove to be of service to you. Very truly yours, BEVERLY STRANGE. Smoor had no doubt that the ad- vertised Jetter had been intended for 'His Thoughts Were of a Girl. tem. It was evident from the fact of its being advertised that the envelope bore no return address. It would. therefore, go to the dead letter office at Washington, where it would be opened. If it contained the address as well as the name of the writer, it would be returned to her—Smoor felt retire it was she—or otherwise, after tele expiration of a period of which he felt great doubt, be duly destroyed. He wrote to the dead letter office fear- ing that there was but one chance in a thousand that anything would result. As Stnoor mailed his letter, his thoughts were of a girl, just building into womanhood when be had last -scen her. Was site still in existence? As he considered the possibility of her being lest to hint forever, the despair in his eyes, the twitching of the mouth the wistfulness of the patient face, all •bare testimony to the depth of his re- gard for her from whom he had re- -sceived no message in three long years He had written the last letter or their correspondence. No reply had been received. He would not admit to him- self...that she had ignored his letter, though it contained something very TOUR to both. The letter that never 'cause would some day reach him', he was convinced, and compensate for .the weary years of waiting. Three years previously, urgent busi- nesd had called him out of town. He. had telephoned to Bynsee, and she had promised to write to him during his absence, if it were possible. Each day of his absence he had inquired for Ma and day after (lay had assured himself that the letter would come to- morrow. Sick at heart, he returned home and called at the girl's home for an explanation. There - is no re- sponse to his ring, and the house seemed deserted. The girl and her mother, the neighbors said, had van- ished In a night, making no farewells and leaving no clue to their destina- tion. Further inquiry showed that their household effects had been sold to a local dealer, to whom the mother ihad stated that they were going to 'break up house -keeping\ and board with a friend. There the clues ended. Smoor felt that he knew the cause of the mother's actions, and held the girl blameless. He believed that the daughter returned his love, though she bad not confessed,. it. Of ('he elder woman's decided objectiop to his stilt. entirely baselees, he was painfully aware. It was simply a case of mu- tual antipathy, which is rattler more common than love at first sight. But though one pair of eyes had efsowned upon him, the younger smiled approval, and to Minter Smoor the let- ter that had not come was an actuality that would some day make clear the reasons for Its long delay. Still, three years is a long time to wait for a let- ter, especially when the happiness of one's life depends upon it. Unless she were an actual prisoner, could she not have written at least a tine?, Per. hape— Sueldenly all spectdations were set at rest for the time by a oommunica- Bon in Smoor's morning mail. The unstamped envelope bore the return card of the dead setter office, and con- tained an unsigned, type -written sheet. In unmistakably feminine terms the writer stated that she was the clerk who, three years before, had handled a \dead\ letter which the most casual reader must realize would be highly prized by its addressee. It had been 'nailed on a train, its envel- ope bore no return card, and its writer had given no address, signing only her first name. The raionymous clerk then proceed- ed to say that, though it was her busi- ness to read thousands and thousands of miscarried letters every year, and she never paid any attention to un- usual names, yet, in this instance, the peculiar name of Ditmar Smoor had dwelt in her memory in connection with the language of the letter itself, whigh, she added, had Impressed her as being the most tender and beauti- ful composition she had ever read. This odd communication concluded with these words: \To have preserved the letter would have been a violation of the regula- tions governing this department—a a dutiful employe does not disregard an employer's rules.\ The young man's heart sank as ho reached the conclusion of the explana- tory letter that did not explain, belt in the manner of a man searching his 'sockets for something which tws knows cannot be found, he again me- chanically looked into the long \offi- cial\ envelope, and drew out some- thing which made his sinking heart bound with delirious joy. It was a let- ter, in her well-known dainty hand, though written with a pencil stub on the back of his own letter—the one to which he had so long awaited at' ansirer. It said all that he had longed for— and more—and he blessed the syrups- thetic woman clerk upon whom the touching words had made so fortunate an impression. But while it set his heart at rest concerning the most im- portant thing, another mystery re - instilled for him to unratiel, for Ilyn- see's affectionate letter gave him also grave Cause for apprehension, for it told hint that the girl so dear to him was probably immured beyond his reach, and that he must endeavor to come to her rescue. \Mother will not divulge our desti- nation, but I feel sure that I am to be placed in the Ursuline academy at El Paso, and that means virtual impris- onment. Come to me as soon as you can.\ He lost not a moment In taking a train for El Paso, cursing his own stu- pid absent-mindedness the while, as his own letter had revealed to him the cause of the whole unfortunate misun- derstanding:—Ile had Inadvertently given Byrnsee the address of Houston, where he had been intending to stop, Instead of Orange, which was his des- tination on that unlucky trip! The impeller's lover's journey to El Paso. and his call at the convent were really more expeditious than they seemed to him, for he was intolerant of the slightest delay. Never had train or carriage seemed so slow. After a long and torturing 'interview with the Mother Superior. Dittmar Sinoin's insistence finally prevailed, his card Was taken and after an age of suspense, a sad -looking youhg woman in deepest black entered. Her face lighted, and never again became so sad. as she exclaimed: \Ditmar!\ \itynsee!\ cried the welcome vis- itor. \Why didn't you answer my letter? I thosiele you cared for me!\ faltered the girl. That !Amer cared he gave instant proof in a demonstration quite shock- ing to the Mother Superior. but emi- newly satisfactory to the novice she was about to lose, as was also Smoor's explanation. - You have not taken the veil?\ was his first question. \No I put on black out of respect to mother—but I waq really mourning for the Man Who V.'aited.\ Comic Song Written by Wagner. According to the Journal des De- bate of Parise a comic song of 12 vers- es, the words and music of which are by Richard Wagner, is to be put up at auction, with other manuscripts. in Berlin. The ditty is dedicated to his host of the hotel at Leipeic at which the composer stayed when on the way to Berlin to confer with his eommit- tees regarding the founding of the Bayreuth opera house. It is dater April 23, 1871. Cuba's Large Orange Crop. The orange crop of Cuba this year will be the largest in the history of the island and will reach 600,000 box- es.. The business of orange culture in the island is almost entirely In the hands of Ainericatui. (Copyright, by aboktstory Pub. CO Morgan, foreman of the .Hudson - Gerard Construction Company, Swing- ing on a narrow plank 400 feet above the sidewalk, whistled a lively tune as lie glanced around at the unclothed ribs of the giant sky -scraper he was throwing heavenwards. Far below, human ants looked up through the clear air at the gaunt skeleton, their white, upturned faces, round and fea- tureless, reminding the foreman of full-blown flowers on bulky stalks. The watchers attracted Morgan. Sit- ting down on The plank, with legs dangling in space, he stared into the stone -walled canyon up and down which the human current flowed un- ceasing. The peculiar, weird expec- tancy which seemed to chain the lit• tie groups watching the aerial work- ers interested hint. He had never looked at the crowds before, but some absurd analytical kink had just mani- fested itself in his mind, and he grat- Med it. Ile tried to understand the fascination which held men motion- less hour after hour until their aching necks rebelled at the torture. Un- consciously, a hate of the crowd Well- ed up within the foreman. He felt that they were waiting for something to happen. Ti e foreman started to reason quietly to hints:At - There's no res. cination in seeing men work,\ he mur- mured, \so it's the fascination of see - uteri in danger. Increase the dan- g.r, and yoli increase the spine -tickles that keep those loafers peeping up- wards. Where does it end? I hon- estly believe that a percentage of those (lough -faced galoots stand for hours on the chance of seeing one of us do a toboggan slide through the That's all they're waiting for, hang 'ens\ In souse peculiar nianner the ex. pressed concJusion pulled into his censcious mind the image of Johnson. who was known on the job as \Ger- ard's l'et.\ Morgan sat wondering a moment, then l%Ighed queerly. From the pocket of his jacket .he fook a small tin box about two inches square mid sniffed at its contents. . \If Johnson has been chewing this stuff long I guess he'll give those sun - gaiters a sensation one of these days,\ Again He Stared Down into the Tre- mendous Abyss. he muttered. \Old Gerard's Pet, ett7 Nerves on the blink! Carries his little box of nerve dope around with him! The foxy Johnson! What does he want up in the clouds?\ Again he stared down into the tre- mendous abyss as if he expected an answer to his question to drift up with the faint, ghastly sounds of the heavy traffic. He noticed that the little groups were Increasing, and he looked for a reason. There was nothing un- usual happening, but the mesh of iron and steel seemed to attract pedes- trians. . Presently Morgan laughed uneasily. \Ilan\; 'em,\ he cried, \I believe il.ey're watching me. They are, sure. I'm in it! 'Gerard's Pet' watching me on to and the crowd watching me be- low!\ --- • He shook his fist at the spectators, stood up on the plank and climbed cautiously along It. \Watching me,\ he muttered, \the buzzards! They're hungry for a sraged)'. If they watch Johnson— ohnson minus his little, tin box -- ley might get a run. At any rat 6 I'm s sing to watch him no' Isie must i% it ye lost that at lunch ti e, and if h s been chewing it regula I guess il l l o ss of it will begin to pset his grit before the day Is out.\ Crawling carefully along the nar- row bridge, he climbed into the cob- web of steel beams and looked „back a, the crowd from a position of com- psratlee safety. - The dough -faced loafers,\ he mur- mured, \It's funny I never thought till to -day what kept 'em watching and watching Wondering bow he overlooked this powerful incentive to the morbid mind, he stepped cautiously along the brink of shadowy abysses that lay between the tremendous girders, and as he walked he muttered continually: \'Gerard's Pet', eh? Put up to watch me, and has to chew a morsel of opi- um to keep his nerve up. Guess he's craving a pick-me-up now.\ At the south ern end of the gigantic frame, which t wered, black and ugly over the surr ending buildings, he stopped and po red around. Johnson I was standing up Ii 'a great triangle of steel, directing half a dozen men who were climbing along the iron threads where the wind, after lulling them with occasional moments of calm, attrieked them with fierce, strong gusts in their moments of unpreparedness. Morgan stepped out on the triangle and stood near \The Pet,\ but John. son gave no indication that he war aware of his presence. The foreman's animus was 111-conceled and the other was a hyper -sensitive person. The hammers clanged ceaselessly and the skeleton thrilled under the blows.. Johnson was a slight, nervous man, with shifty eyes. -Morgan's contemp- tuous silence irritated him. Johibion rnoistened his lips and stammered vio- lently as he moved the men along. \The Pet's\ left hand strayed upwards but when it had reached his pocket it was soddenly jerked back to his side. Three times the hand tried to forage, in the pocket, and three times it was Jerked away. Johnson's mind was cer- tain that if i ke tin box was lost, but Johnson's nerves, tautened by the presence of tile elJent foreman, urged the twitching illigers to continue the search. Presently Morgan laughed and John. son looked at him haViiringly. , e \I was just thl Og of those infer nal watchers do it there on the side- walk,\ explained he foreman. \I never knew till to -day what keeps 'ern there.\ \And what does keep them there!\ asked Johnson. . \Why they're waiting to see one of us flop,\ replied the discoverer, \Just hanging 'round thinking one of us will lose his nerve and take a header.\ Johnson wrinkled his face into Et sickly smile and again moistened his dry lips. Morgan had timed his visit well. \I don't think that to the reason,\ be stammered, \they're interested in the work.\ The foreman laughed contemptu- ously. \I know 'eni' he cried, \I've been studying them to -day.\ Again the foraging hand crept up- ward, and again it was jerkediewiftly back. Its Owner made an attempt to change the subject. \Farley sent do a note about that iron,\ he spluttered, \Ile wants yort—\ \Look interrupt d Morgan, \just look howfhey're lin ng up down there. What'Y6r, I would like to know? There's nothing particular doing— what are they staring at?\ Johnson didn't look. He stared out across the bay. \Not there.\ snapped the foreman \Right beneath you, man. Down um der your feet. They're cursed ghouls.\ \The Pet\ moved back a few inches from the extreme apex of the triangle, lie turned his face to Morgan and the ray eyes of the student of crowds noted his livid cheeks. \Move along,\ muttered Johnson. \I'm going lb.\ • Morgan didn't move. \Crowd an nerve you?\ he sneered. \No snapped \the Pet.\ \Whdt's up, then?\ \Nothing.\ \I thought your nerves were going back on you,\ grinned the foreman. Johnson's left hand was foraging blindly in his jacket pocket. \You think too much,\ he stam- mered. \Move a little.\ \Just oblige me by going 'round the other way,\ murmured Morgan. \I've got my eye on a batch of hungry buz- zards down there and I don't want to lose sight of them.\ Johnson turned towards the apex and moved a few paces cautiously. \I knew a man,\ remarked the fore- man, critically eyeing the other, \whose nerves went on the blink at this game. Ile took to drugs.\ \Yes muttered Johnsen, half turn' lag to look at the speaker. \Yes repeated Morgan, \he took to opium, or some atoll like it, and the crowd got a sensation one day. He forgot his box or lost it or some- thing—\ \The Pet\ wheeled swiftly. \Ydb hound,\ he snarled. \You—you took it.\ The foreman grinned. \Don't upset yourself,\ he murmured, \Your nerves are rocky, sure.\ \Give it up,\ shrieked Johnson. \Give it up!\ Morgan took the little tin box from his pocket and tossed it towards the other. They were but a few feet apart but at that moment a sudden gust of wind whirled up and the box was swept to the left of the narrow bridge. Johnson tried to keep his arm at his side, but the effort Was beyond him. It leapt out after the bit of tin, which flashed in the sunlight, and losing his balance, he sprawled forward along the girder. Morgan tried to backetep quickly, but Johnson's right arm swung like a band of iron around his ankles and, locked together, they fol- lowed the little tin box. • t Disappointed Ike, \Good Thing.\ About the worst \stung\ individual in Louisville in many a day was a purchaser at a sale of unclaimed freight held recently, says the Louis- ville Times. A package was put up by the auctioneer that looked to him like it contained a pair of fine field glasses, and to make the deception more com- plete, contrary to all usages at such sales, he had gotten a \hunch\ on the contents by feeling the package, which made him doubly sure that he was on the \right lay.\ At these sales every- body is suspicious of the others, and when one bidder shows an interest in a package put up \sight unseen,\ all the others will push the bidding. This Identical package brought $9.60, and was knocked down to the one who had shown such eagerness to become the owner. He could not wait until he got outside, the salesroom before opening the package; which turned out to his intense disgust and chagrin to be only two small bottles of a soft drink tied together. . PURELY VEMININE ) START DAY RIGHT BREAKFAST COSTUME AN IPA- PORTANT MA1 I Eli. Garment of White Flanrielette Is El- ' fectIve—Frille and Girdle of Rib- bon and Lawn Ruffles for Neck and Sleeves. Every woman has at least one din- ner gown in her wardrobe. At lunch- fon she is careful to wear a frock that is becoming and in good style, in case a friend might drop in. How often does she consider her appear- ance at breakfast? Anything is good enough to put on -then, 'because oply the family are there. It is a curious thing that she is least anxious to please those for whom she cares most. It may seem impossible, but there are women who even go to the table with their hair in curl papers, wearing such an atrocity as a calico wrapper. There is, perhaps, nothing in the whole gamut of wearing apparel so fatal to a woman's good looks as one of these poorly -cut garments, and they are in- variably of a crude color. One of these wrappers, in combtnat ion with curl pa- pers, is enough to make any. man fancy that the muffins are stony, and so subside behind the morning paper in grim silence. A woman should live tip to her part as mistress of the manor, and do her best to be attractive and cheerful in the morning. often the w hole d a y is tnflue ed by the mental state of dif- nt members of the family at the breakfast table, and If one is disagree. able then the day for all is begun un- happily, and is likely to end so. There really is no need of being grumpy in the morning, for it is the beginning of a new day, and every day has some bright spots, it we look for them. A woman can do more than she real- izes, by simply being pleasant and looking sweet and dainty in a little breakfast jacket and cap. It will make one feel good for the rest of the day just to look at her. These little caps are wonderfully becoming, and lend a charming dig- nity to the woerer. Women may rest assured that this little effort on their part to start the day happily will be thoroughly appre- ciated by all members of the family, and they, in their turn, will kelp make the morning meal a congenial affair, instead of the hurried affair it so often has become. The costume shown to -day is very effective made of a white flannelette, with sky blue polka dots. It is edged with a frill of blue wash ribbon. Deep white lawn ruffles finish the neck and sleeves. The girdle is of blue ribbon DRESSING JACKET MUCH LIKED. In Flowered Silk or Else Imported Chalile Design. An easily made dressing jacket war two widths of silk going over the shoulders and falling down the arms to the elbow,' The two strips separate at the neck and. come almost together at the bust, — Astsere they are caught with a loop of silk cord. The backs are joined by a bit of braiding or a fancy stitch, worked with heavy silk floss. Over the shoulders goes a two or three inch strip of plain silk, which is ornamented with fancy stitching, and the sante strip is continued down the front, as well as across the sides duni bottom, the ends of the two widths having a silk fringe finish. Flowered silk would make a charming little house or bedroom jacket, \While the imported challie designs are perfect for this use. The jacket is so simple in line, yet has such graceful folds, that it is sure to find favor among women who revel in boudoir dainti. ness. Printed Pique. Among the new fabrics to be shown on the counters for the early spring sewing is printed white pique. They have already been used in Parts, and will probably find wide favor over here. The. pique is rather soft, and it is covered with stripes, dots and flowers in all the new colors. It is a trifle heavy for shirtwaists, but it makes ad- mirable one-piece summer gowns. Strips of it are also useg for collar and cuffs and skirt bordels on white linen gowns and suits. FLOWERS TRIM FUR TURBANS. Bunch of Brilliant Red Velvet Gerani. urns Adorn Turban of Ermine. A cluster of gardenias with their glossy green foliage is often the only trimming, and roses of gold tissue are much used upon the darker furs, two or three of them being tucked into the fur at the lefEsTde. Ube very effective French turban in ermine was trimmed in a glowing bunch of velvet gerani- ums shading front brilliant red to pink, and on another white turban was posed one huge purple orchid. In addition to the round shapes there are many fur turbans slightly boat shaped, though even these, while be- ing longer than they are wide, must come down well over the head and SO of necessity have a considerable width. Some, excellent scarf and bow effects are achieved, in connection with these models—and, indeed, with the round turban also—and when they are be- coming these shapes, adorned with knots or flatly applied bows of white supple satin or metallic tissue, with probably pendant ends finished in fringle or balls, are tremendously chic. New Buckles. Even on the best gowns one 'sees the new immense buckle in front or k line, , , but so few gowns have a waist must not be worn at the waist line any more that this advice is su- perfluous. They are worn at the top of the high skirt, at the bust or a little lower than the shoulder blade at the back. They are five or six inches round, and stedded with immense stones. Cabochons of turquoise, pearls, corals and emeralds are all used. These are cut round or in points, and are bedded in the metal Many of thorn have heavy fringes hanging from the lower aide. These are worn on any kind of em tiro or Grecian frock. IS USEFUL IN MANY WAYS. Dainty Work Tray a Great Conveni. ence for Busy Woman, The Illustration shows a work-tray— the utility of it is seen at a glance. For the nursery it is specially useful; it can stand on a side table with socks for darning in it, or any piece of work that might be taken up at odd times. It can easily be made out of any card- board or wooden box of a suitable size, from which the lid and one side has been removed. The box should be smoothly covered with silk or , brocade, and lined with silk or satin' in some contrasting color. The bottom, should be thickly padded, so that it may serve as a pincushion, and the outer edges should be bordered with thick silk cord. The useful pockets round the sides are made of wide satin rib- bon or silk, as preferred, gathered at the top, and run through with an elas- tic, so that they may serve to hold small pieces of work, lace, scissors. tapes, etc. A small ribbon strap on one side forms a resting place for the thimble and at the back of the box loops of narrow ribbon are arranged to hold four reels of cotton. The cot- ton can easily be used in this -way without removing the reels from their places. Roses of Satin Ribbon. Huge roses made of satin ribbon in various tones of a natural color are flnislod with thick, brown, natural stems and sprays of foliage. Only one of them is used on a hat.—Vogue. •
