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The Carolina is a magnificent four-story building completed in 1900. The in
terior is a model of elegance, with appointments calculated to suit the most luxu
rious tastes. The hotel accommodates four hundred guests and is provided with
fifty-four suites with bath. The cuisine and table service are unsurpassed.
The house contains every modern comfort and convenience, including elevator,
telephone in every room, sun rooms, steam heat night and day, electric lights, and
water from the celebrated Pinehurst Springs, and a perfect sanitary system of sew
age and plumbing.
H. IA7. PRIEST, manager,
The Berkshire.
PINEHURST, N. C.
The Berkshire is a modern hotel, delightfully located with all conveniences for
health and comfort ; running water from the celebrated Pinehurst Springs, bath
rooms, steam heat, open fires and electric lights and sanitary plumbing. The guests
apartments are comfortable and home-like and the public rooms large and attractive.
The cuisine and service is of a high standard.
F. H. ABBOTT, Manager.
HOTEL TRAYMORE,
Atlantic City, N. J.
Overlooking the Ocean.
Open all Year,
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Voices From the JLIUrarj.
Begun last week.)
In tlio midst of the laughter which fol
lowed the voice of the Egoist tried vainly
to make itself heard. "When quiet was
restored he resumed in injured tones,
"I certainly cannot understand why this
er this young person whom I un
fortunately have had for my neighbor,
should speak of me so disdainfully. I am
eminently respectable myself and I should
judge from her appearance, that she can
hardly lay claim to even that quality."
"Respectable !"' cried the irrepressible
Dolly "Dear me, yes ! but so dull ! Did
iny one ever take you out?"
"Out?" answered the Egoist still in in
jured tones, "1 should say so ! Why I was
taken from my shelf only last fall, jolted
about terribly and finally laid on the floor
with a pile of wretched old books. I've
had enough of being ' "out."'
Then came an uproarious burst of
laughter from Tom Jones "Poor old
duffer !" he shouted. "That's all he knows
of 'out !' "
"You don't know much more about it
yourself do you?'' drawled Sentimental
Tommy, "I'm sure I don't in these days ;
either by myself or with Griel."
"No I don't'' admitted Tom, "but that's
because I'm not respectable in these
days.'
"Humph !" said llichard, Y'ea-and-Nay
with considerable scorn "you don't need
to be respectable if you are only inter
esting." "You are both I suppose" said Mrs.
Clyde sweetly, "that's why you are out
yourself so often."
Before lMchard could retort Pa Glad-
den's gentle voice broke it. "Thar air
an' old sayin 'erbout people in glass
houses thro win' stones' an' 'nears like
we'd all better remember it." j
"That's so"said Dr. Lavendar heartily,
"but I'm sure you are the last one here
to need that. If you were pronerlv ap
preciated you would be out all the time."
"No, no," said Pa Gladden sadly, "I
talk dialect they say an' thar aint many
will trouble to read me. I'm sorry be
cause they miss somethin' not knowm'
Ma Gladden. But they read you I hope?"
"Some of 'em do," said the Doctor
drily. "They don't wear me out though,
not a bit of it."
"For a man with an adventurous
youth" broke in a new voice, that of
Amy as Leigh, "it is a slow life 1 lead in
my old age."
"How old are you?'' asked some one.
"Over fifty" answered Amyas cheer
fully. "Of course few care for such old
fellows as I am."
"Here's another in the same boatj" said
David Copperfield "and I too, am with
you," exclaimed Pendennis, "and permit
me to say 1 much prefer your company
to that of The Boss or of Old Gorgon
Graham, or even of Gordon Keith."
"Now" burst in Deacon Lysander anx
iously, "Hadn't you better stop right
where you air? Some folks' feelings are
might easy hurted, you know."
Pendennis
laughed
good humoredly.
"We are old enough to be conservative,"
he said. "These young gentlemen belong
to an age with which we have little sym
pathy, but I intend no disrespect."
"That is well," put in M. Beaucaire,"as
it would have been inconvenient to chal
lenge you."
"Do you know" asked The Masque
rader, "who is the most thoroughly alive
of any of us ? It is Sherlock Holmes !"
There was a loud murmer of discon
tent. Several voices began speaking at
once but just then the electric lights
Hashed up and not a word more did I
hear.
Elizabeth Olney.
ShulteanvMre'ii Sweetheart.
One of the handsomest books that has
come to our table for a long time, is
"Shakespeare's Sweetheart," by Sara
Hawks Sterling, (George W. Jacobs &
Co.) It is a pleasure to open the book
and simply look at the pages without
considering its contents. Its binding is
characteristic, and the illustrations and
decorations, by Clara Elsene Peck, are
unusually excellent. The illuminated
capitals and the tailpieces are suggestive
of things theatrical, many of them being
representations of the ancient masks used
in the Greek and the I'oman theaters.
The story itself is very much of a de
parture from the usual love story. On
the occasion of the publication of the
first complete edition of Shakespeare's
plays Ben Johnson visits Anne Hath
away at her cottage at Stratford-on-Avon
and persuades her to write an account of
how Shakespeare wooed and won her.
Though Shakespeare had been dead, at
this time, for five years, the grief of Anne
Hathaway at the loss of her husband,
and of Johnson at the loss of his friend,
was as fresh and poignant as ever. Her
consent, however, was soon obtained, and
the rest of the tale is her account of the
great poet's wooing.
Many of the characters of Shakespeare's
plays are brought into the story and
it gives the origin of several of his best
liked scenes as being connected with his
life at Stratford. To tell here the story
would he a work of supererogation.
Every one must see and read the book in
order to appreciate it.
liife of a Hook.
The large number of circulating libra
ries established throughout Great Brit
ain have materially decreased the life
of a book. Before the increase of these
libraries, which have been brought about
by the London Times in a new advertis
ing scheme of its own, the life of a new
book was fairly supposed to be a year.
The increase, however, in these ex
changes and circulating libraries has re
duced the fresh and unimpaired life of
a book to four weeks.
After this time the product of an au
thor who has spent a year or two in its
production goes on to the second list,
and is sold at a discount, being forgotten