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ii The Gentleman l From y By BOOTH TARKINGTON Indiana , .' v. Cwrttft. 1309. by DooUeday ft McClure Co. ' g ' 1 Cotyrtaht. 1902. ly McClure. Phillips A Co. 4 H-i-H CONTINpED.J 'Jump for the shadder, Mr. Ilark lessl" ho shouted. "He's in them el ders. Fer God's sake, come back!' 4f 'Empty handed as he was, the editor ' tr.v tim tronHiorniis elder bush UalM.ll 'VI, 1U1 vnv. as "fast as his long legs could carry him. but before he had taken six 'strides .a hand clutched lis sleeve' and a girl's, voIcq, quavered from close be hind him: "Don't run like that, Mr. Harkless! I can't keep up." He wheeled about and .confronted a vision., a dainty little figure, about five feet high, a .flushed and lovely face. hair, and draperies disarranged and flying, v He stamped his foot with rage. "Gct'bnck in the house!" he cried. "You mustn't ..go!" she panted. "It's the only way to stop you." , "Go back" to the house!" he shouted savagely. . "Will you come?" ' 'Vor God's sake," cried William Todd, "come back! Keep out of the 1 i If. i.-r a r.rt T'i n rr li5c rnVftlVPf at the clump of bushes, the uproar, of His firing blasting the night. Someone screamed -from the house: ."Helen, Helen" ' John seized the girl's wrists. Her gray eyes flashed , into his defiantly. - "Will j-,ou go?" he roared, "o!" . lie dropped her wrists, caught her up in his arms as if she had been a kit ten and leaped into the shadow of the trees -that leaned, jpver the road from the yard. The rifle rang out again, and the little ball' whistled venomous ly overhead. Ilarkless ran along the fence :i(l turned in at the gate. A loose trand of the girl's hair blew nernss. his cheek, and in the moon her houd. skone with gold. She had' light but by says the others was at a- A merely complimentary range,"' Briscoe supplied, tie handed William j a cigar and bit the end off another him-J self.. "Minnie, you better go in the house and read, I expect, unless you want to go down to the creek; and join those folks." ' ' '. . '"Me!" she exclaimed. "I know when to stay away, I gues3. Do go and put that terrible gun up." "No," said Briscoe lighting, his cigar deliberately. "It's all- safe; there's no question of that; but maybe William and I fetter go out and take a smoke in the orchard as long as they stay down at the creek." In the garden shafts of white light pierced the bordering trees and fell where June roses breathed the mild night breeze, and here, through sum mer spells, the editor of the Herald and the lady who had run to him at the pasture bars strolled down a path trembling with shadows to where the creek tinkled over the pebbles. They walked slowly, with an air of being well accustomed friends and comrades, and for. some reason it did not strike either of them as Unnatural or extraor dinary. They came to a bench on the bank, and he made a great fuss dust ing the seat for her with his black slouch hat. Then he regretted the hat It was a shabby old hat of a Carlow county fashion. It was a long bench, and he seated himself rather remotely toward the end opposite her, suddenly realizing that he had walked very cjdse' to her cdming down the narrow garden path. Neither knew that neither had spoken since they left the veranda, and it had taken them a long time to come through the little orchard and the gar den. jShe rested her chin on her hand, leaning forward and looking steadily at the creek. Her laughter had quite gone; her attitude seemed a little wist ful and a little sad. He noted that her hair curled over her brow in a way he had not pictured in the lady of his dreams. This was so much prettier. He did not care for tall girls. He had not ,cared for them for almost half an hour. It was so much more beautiful to be dainty and small and piquant. He had no notion that he was sighing In a way that would have put a fur nace to shame, but he turned his eyes from her because he feared that if he looked longer he might blurt out some speech about her loveliness. , His of running all the way home." J "Ah!" she cried Indignantly." "They j told me you always answered like this." "Well, you see, the Crossroads efforts have proved: so thoroughly hygienic for me. As a patriot I have sometimes felt extreme mortification that such bad marksmanship should exist in the coun ty, but I console myself with the thought that their best shots are, un happily, in the penitentiary." "There are many left. Can't you un derstand that they will organize again and come in a body, as they did before you broke them up? And then, if they come on a night when they know you are wandering out of town" "You have not had the advantage, of an Intimate study of the most exclusive people of the Crossroads, Miss Sher wood. There are about thirty gentle men who remain in that neighborhood while theirrelatives sojourn under'dis cipline. If you had the entree over there, you would understand that these thirty could riot gather themselves into a company and march the seven miles without physical debate In the .ranks. They are not precisely amiable people, l with-th?- 7 ' "";';. "No."she interrputed. I meant dear and good to me. I think he was think ing of . me. It was for my sake he wanted qs to meet" It might have been hard to convince a woman if she had overheard .this speech that Miss Sherwood's humility was npt the calculated affectation of a coquette. Sometimes a man's unsus pidon is wiser, and Harkless knew that she "was not flirting with him. In addition, he was not a fatuous man; he did not extend the implication,, of her words nearly so far as she would have had him. "But I had met you," said he, "long" ago." . . "What!" she cried, and her eyes danced. "You actually remember?" "Yes. Do you?" he answered. "I stoodj in "Jones' field and heard you Einging, and I remembered. It was a long time since I had heard you sing: "I was a ruder of Flanders And fought for a florin's hire. You were the dame of my captain And sans to my heart's desire. "But that Is the balladist's notion. even among themselves. , They would , The truth is that you were a lady at quarrel and shoot one another to pieces the court of Clovis, and I was a heath long before they got here." v ' en -captive. I heard you sing a Chris- "Butj they worked in a company tian hymn and asked for baptism." once." - She. did not seem bverpjeased with "Never for seven miles. Four miles his fancy, for, the surprise fading from was their radius. Five would see them her face, "Oh, that was. the Way you all dead." .. . ' remembered," she said. - She struck the bench again. "Oh, you "Perhaps it was not that way alone, laugh at me! You make a joke of your You won't despise me. for being mawk own life and death and laugh at every- ish tonight?" he asked. "I haven't had thing. Have five 'years of Plattville the chance for so long." taught you to do that?" The-night air wrapped them warmly. T 1nn) vn1 n Mni, nnn J .J.U I 1 ll, 1 . 1 1 Al. x. iau(,u uuij ai Laiuug iuc unu (.lit: uuiin ui lue uiuc uieeies iuui Crossroaders too seriously I don't laugh stirred the foliage around them was at your running into fire to help a fel- the smell of damask roses from ' the low mortal." "I knew there wasn't 'any risk. I knew he had to stop to load before he shot again." "He did shoot again. , If I had known you before tonight, I" His tone garden. The creek splashed over the pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy bird, half wakened by the moon, croon ed languorously in the sycamores. The girl looked out at thV sparkling water through downcast lashes. "Is it be changed, and he spoke gravely. "I am. cause it is so transient that beauty is at your feet in worship of your divine philanthropy. It's so much2iner to risk your life for a stranger than for a friend." "That is a man's point of view, isn't it?" . ' "You risked yours for a man you had never seen before." . . "Oh, no. I. saw you at the lecture. . I heard you introduce the Hon. Mr. Hal loway." ( - "Then, I don't understand your wish ing to .save me." She smiled unwillingly and turned her pathetic," she said, "because we can never come back to it in quite the same way? I am a sentimental girl. If you are born so it is never entirely teased out of you, is it? Besides, to night is nil a dream. It isn't real, you know'. You couldn't be mawkish." , Her tone was gentle as a caress, and it ' made him tingle to his finger tips. "How do you know?" he asked. "I just know. Do you think I'm very bold and forward?" she said dreamily. . "It. was your song I wanted to be gray eyes upon him with trotibled sun- sentimental about. I am like one 'who niness, and under the sweetness of her through long days of toU' only that regard he set a watch upon his lips, doesn't quite applyand nights devoid though he knew it would not avail him of ease,' but I. can't claim that one long. He had driveled, along respect- doesn't sleep well here; it is Plattville's ably so far, he thought, but he had the specialty like'one who sentimental longings of years, starved of expression, culminating in his heart. She continued to look at him wistfully, sea'rchingly, gently. Then er eyes trav? eled over his big frah,roiit his ?kehoes (a patch ot mcKDnligho f ell on them; they were dusty;, he drew them "You'll come in the morning? "Good night. Miss Sherwood," he re turned .hilariously. "It has been such a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for saving my life. It was very good of you. indeed. Yes; In the morn ing. Good night, good night" " He shook hands with all of them, includ ing Mr. Todd, who was going with him. He laughed all the way home, and Wil liam walked at his side in amazement. The Herald building was a decrepit frame structure on Main street. It had once, been a small warehouse and was now sadly In need of paint. Close ly adjoining it, in a large, blank looking yard, stood a low brick cottage, over which. the second story of the oT4 ware house leaned in an effect of tipsy af fection that had reminded Harkless. when he first saw it, "of an old Sundav school book woodcut of an inebriated parent under convoy of a devoted cliild. The title to these two buildings ind the blank yard had been included in the purchase of the Herald, and tie I cottage was the editor's hotter" There was a light burning upstaiT in the Herald office. From the stretj a broad, tumbledown stairway ran uy on the outside of the building to thl . second floor, and at the stairway railVf ing John turned and shook ' his com panion warmly by the hand. "Good night, William," he said. "It was plucky of you to join in that muss tonight. I shan't forget it." "I jest happened to come along," re plied the other awkwardly. Then, with a portentous yawn, he asked. "Ain't ye goin' to bed?' i "No; Parker wouldn't allow it." ' "Well." observed WTilliam, with an other yawn, which threatened to ex pose' the veritable soul of himf "I d'know how ye stand it It's closte on 11 o'clock. Good night". ' John went .up the steps, singing aloud' "For tonight we'll merry.-merry be. For tonight we'll merry, merry be," and stopped on the sagging platform at the. top of the stairs and gave the moon good night with a wave of the hand and friendly laughter. 4 At this it suddenly struck him that he was twen ty-nine years of age and that he had laughed a great deal that evening; laughed and laughed over things not in the least humorous, like, ah excited schoolboy making a first formal call; that he had shaken hands with Miss Briscoe when he left her as if he should never see her again; that he had" taken Miss Sherwood's hand twice in one very temporary parting; , that he had shaken the judge's hand five times and William's four. "Idiot!" he cried. "What has hap pened to me?" Then he shook his fist at the moon and went in to work, he thought. Carlow cou from far, cr came nay, and clouds thoroughfa into town Bibb Zf or." had was turning ouT. and tr the country reoDle m over the county line; dust arose from everr' and highway and swept 'traia ineir coming. the "sprinkling contract- (en at work with the town "Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies." Tfic rifle rang out again. brown hair and gray eyes and a short upper lip like ai curled rose leaf. He set her down orv-the veranda steps. Both-of them laughed wildly. "But you came with me," she gasped triumphantly. - "I always thought-you were tall," he answered, and there was afterward a time when he had to agree that this was a-somewhat vague reply. 1 1 1 1 1 war CHAPTER IV. UI)Gi: IUilSCOL smiled grim ly and leaned on his shotgun ir. the moonlight by the ve randa. IIo and William Todd had beei) kicking down the 'elder bushes and. returning to the house, fpund Min nie alone on the porch. "Safe?" he said to his daughter, who, turned an anxitfus face upon hun. "They'll ,be saft ife enough now. and in our garden" "Maybe I oughtn't to have let ther "Yes," she answered, "to come here and to do what you have done and to five this 'isolated village life that must be so desperately dry 'and dull, for a man of your sort, and yet to have the under the bench with a shudder) to his. kma of heart that makes wonderful broad shoulders (he shook the stoop out of them). She stretched her small white hands toward him. and looked at them in contrast and broke into the most de liciouslow laughter In the world. At this hknew the watch on his lips was worthless. It was a question of min utes till he , should present himself to her eyes as a sentimental and suscep tible imbecile. He knew it. He was in wild spirits. melodies sing in itself oh," she cried, "I say that is fine'". "You do not understand," he return ed sadly, wishing before her to be un mercifully just to himself. "I came here because I couldn't make a living anywhere else. And the 'wonderful melodies' I have only known you one evening and the. melodies" He rose to his feet and took a few steps toward the garden. "Come," he said, "let me Neither knew that neither had spoken. glance rested on the "bank, but its diameter included the edge of her white skirt dnd the tip of a little white, hgh heeled slipper that peeped out from beneath, and he had to look away from that, too, to keep from telling her that he meant to advocate a law compelling all women to wear crisp white gowns and white kid slippers on moonlight nights. She picked a long spear of grass from the turf before her, twisted it absently in her fingers, then turned to him slowly. Her lips parted as if to speak. Then she turned away again. The action was so odd, somehow, as she did it, so adorable, and the pre served sijence was such a bond be tween them, that for his life he could not have, helped moving half way up the bench toward her. "What is it?" he asked, and he spoke in a' whisper such as he might have used at the bedside of a dying friend. He would not have laughed if he had known he did so. She twisted the spear of grass Into a little ball and threw it at a stone in the water before she an swered: "Do you know, Mr. Harkless, you and I have not 'met,' have we? Didn't we forget to be presented to each other?" I "I beg your pardon. Miss Sherwood. In, the perturbation of comedy I for Sot." ' "It was melodrama, wasn't it?" she said. He laughed, but she shook her ?ad. "Could you realize that one of your take you back. . Let us go before I" v" sne them KO." "Pooh! They're all right. That scal awag's half way to Six Crossroads, by this time, isn't he, William?" t ' "He tuck up the fence like a scared rabbit," Mr. Todd responded, lookim: Into his hat to avoid meeting the eves of the lady, "and . I -didn't have no call to roller. He knowed. how to run, 1 reckon. Time Mr. Harkless come out the yard again we see him take across the road to the wedge woods, hear hal: a mile up. Somebody else with 'him then-looked like a kid.' Must 'a' cut across the field to join him. They're fur enoucrh tnwnrii ,, ., a fc. v uuuir uj, IXllS. yj inu Miss Helen shake hands wfh bnelt This evening was not arranged juu iour or nve times?" asked Briscoe, m honor of visiting ladies. But you chuckling. mustn't think me a comedian. Truly, I "By? said Minnie. didn't plan it My friend from 'Six . because Harkless did. My hand ! Crossroads must be given the credit of aches, and I guess William's does too. ' devising the scene, though you divined mi- m any snooK our arms off when we it" imu mm he d been a fool. Seemed to! "it was u little too picturesque, 1 ao mm good. I told him he ought to 1 think. I know about Six Crossroads. fcumeDoay to take a shot at him PiAnse tell me what you mean to doJ "Nothing. What should H" "You mean that you will keep on let- tine them shoot at you until they until you" She struck the , bench angrily with her hand. "There's no summer theater in , Six "Purest comedy.' :ept your part of it he said gayly, "ex You shouldn't have every morning- before breakfast-not mat Us any joking matter," the old gentleman finished thoughtfully. "I should say not" said William, with a deep frown and a jerk of his fcead toward the rear of the house. T T . J . ... xxe joes aDout it enough. Wouldn't crossroads. There's not even a church. 'T" ? a gun alter tnis. ; m gnoujdn't they?' he asked grave Bald he wouldn't know how to use it 1 .. v iAnff , tinna pvph- never shot one off since he was n hov. 7L' .f nccrftar'a y at me. it wnues away uuu He knew how great was need of him. and he has the additional exercise . , . . , aim. uu lie uw uie u a -few .minutes romrvo ninnableness dangers might be a shaking cried. "Is. your seriousness a lost art?" Her laughter ceased suddenly. "Ah, no! I understand Thiers said the French laugh always in order not to weep. I haven't lived here five years. I should laugh, too, if I were you." "Look at the moon," he responded. "We PlattvillianS own that with the best of metropolitans, and, for my, part. I see. more of it here. You do not ap preciate us. We have large landscapes n the heart of the city, and what other capital has advantages like (that? Next winter the railway station is to have a new stove for the waiting room. Heav en itself is one of our suburbs it is so close that all one has to do is to die. You insist upon my being French, you see, and I know you are fond of non- sense. Hows did you happen to put The Walrus and the Carpenter' at the bottom of a page of Fisbee's notes?" "Was it? How were you sure it was I?" V "In Carlow county!" "He might have written it himself." "Fisbee has never in his life read anything lighter than cuneiform in scriptions." . . "Miss Briscoe" "She doesn't read -Lewis Carroll, and it was not her hand. What made you write it on Fisbee's manuscript?" "He was here this afternoon. I teased him a little about your heading in the Herald 'Business and the Cra dle, the Altar and the "Grave isn't it? and he said it had always troubled him, but your predecessor had used It. and you thought it good. So do I, He isked me if I could think ot anything 3hat you might like better and put la place of it and I wrote .The Tune Has Come,' because it was the only thing t could think of that was as appropri ate and as fetching as your headlines. He was perfectly dear about it He was so serious. He said he- feared it wouldn't be acceptable. I didn't nqtice . that the paper he handed me to write on was 'part of his notes; nor did he, I think. Afterward he put it back in his pocket It wasn't a message." T'm not so sure be 4did not notice. He is very wise. Do you know, I have the Impression that the old fellow wanted me to meet you." "How dear and good " of him r She spoke earnestly, and her face was suf fused with a warm light There was no doubt about her meaning what she T , CHAPTER V. HE bright sun of circus 'day shone into Harkless' window, and he awoke to find himself smiling. For a little while he He finished with a -helpless laugh. . She stood by the bench, one hand resting on it. She stood all in the tremulant shadow. She moved one step toward him, and, a single long sliver 'of light pierced the sycamores and fell upon her head. He gasped. "WThat,:was it .about the melodies,?" she said. : "Nothing. I don't know how to thank you for this evening that you have giv en me. 11 suppose you are leaving to morrow. No one ever stays here. I" "WThat about the melodies?" He gave it up. "The moon makes peo ple insane!" he cried. . "If that is true, then you need not be more afraid than I, because 'people' is plural. What were you saying about" "I had heard them in my heart. When I heard your voice tonight I knew that it was you who sang them there, had been singing them for me al ways." "So!" she cried gayly. "All that de bate about a pretty speech i" Then. sinking before him in a courtesy. "I am beholden to you." she said. "Do you think no man ever made a little flat tery for me before tonight?". At the edge of the orchard, where they could keep an unseen watch on the garden and the bank of the creek. Judge Briscoe and Mr, Todd were ensconced under an apple tree, the former still armed with his shotgun. When the young people got tap from their bench, the two men rose hastily, then saunter ed slowly toward them. When they met Harkless shook each of them cor lially. by the hand without seeming to Inow it 4 "VSTe were coming to look for you. explained the judge. "William, was afraid to go home alone thought some one might take him for Mr. Harkless and shoot him before he got into town. Can you come out with Willetts in the morning, Harkless," he went on, "and go with the young ladies to see the parade? And Minnie wants. you to stay to dinner and go to the show with them in the afternoon." Harkless seized his hand and shook it and then laughed heartily as he accept-1 ed the invitation. At the gate Miss Sherwood extended her hand to him and said politely, while mockery shon? from her tyrs: "Good nisht Mr. Uarkls. I do not lay content, drowsily wondering- why he . smiled, only knowing that there was something new. It was thus as a. boy he had wakened on birthday mornings or on Christmas or on the Fxnirth of July, drifting happily out of pleasant dreams into the consciousness of iong awaited delights that, had come .true, yet , lying only half awake in a cheerful borderland, leaving happiness undefined. VThe morning breeze was fluttering at his window blind, a honeysuckle' vine tapped lightly on the pane. Birds were trilling, warbling, whistling, and from the street came the rumbling of wag ons, merry cries of- greeting and the barking of dogs. What was it made .him feel so young and strong and light hearted? The breeze brought him the smell of June roses, fresh and sweet with dew, and then he knew why he had2 come smiling from his dreams. He eaped out of bed and shouted loudly: 'Zen! Hello, Xenophon!" In answer an ancient, very black darky, his warped and wrinkled vis age showing under his grizzled hairj like charred paper in a fall of pine ashes, put his head in at the door and said: "Good mawn', shh. Yessuh. Hit's done pump' full. Good mawn', suh." A few moments later the colored man, seated on the front -steps of the cottage, heard a mighty splashing within while the rafters rang with stentorian song: "He promised to buy me a bonny , blue ribbon. ' . He promised to buy me a bonny blue ribbon, He promised to buy me a bonny blue ribbon. To tie up my bonny brown hair. "Oh, dear, what can the matter be? Oh. dear, what can the matter be? Oh, dear, what can the matter be? Johnnie's so long at the fair!" The listener's jaw dropped, and his mouth opened and stayed open. "Him!" he muttered faintly. "SinginT "Well the old triangle knew the music of our tread; How the peaceful Seminole would tremble in his bed!" " sang the editor. "I dunno huccome it," exclaimed the Id man. "but bless Gawd, de young man happy r A thought struck him suddenly, and be scratched his head. "Maybe be goin' away," he said quer ulously. "What become of ole Zen 7 The, splashing ceased, but not the voice. which struck into a noble marching chorus. "Oh, my Lawd," said the colored man, "I pray you listen at datr "Soldiers marching up the street. They keep the time; They look sublime! Hear them play 'Die Wacht am Rheln.' They call it Schneider's band. Tra La. la, la La." The. length of Main street and all sides of the square resounded with the rattle of vehicles of every kind. Since leave tomorrow. I am very glad to have earliest dawn they had been pouring in- "Uoncy, hit bald luck sing '' brcauV water cart since the morning stars were bright, but he might as well have wa tered the streets with;' his tears, which,, indeed, when "-the 'farmers began to come in, bringing their , cyclones of dust, he drew nigh, unto after a burst of profanity as futile as his cart. "Tief wle das Mecr son deine Liebe sein." hummed the editor in the cottage. His song had taken on a reflective tone, as that of one who cons a problem or musically ponders which card to play. He was kneeling before an old trunk in his bedchamber. From one compart ment, he took a neatly folded pair of duck trousers and a light gray tweed ' coat, from another a straw hat with a ' ribbon of bright colors. He examined these musingly." They had lain in the trunk for' a long time undisturbed. He shook the coat-and brushed it. Then he laid the garments upon his. bed and proceeded to shave himself carefully, after which he donned the white tru sers, the gray coat and, rummaging in, the trunk again, found a gay pink era"' vat, which he fastened about his tall collar (also a resurrection from the trunk) with a pearl pin. Tt took a long ' time to arrange his hairtvithj a pair of brushes. When at last it. suited him and his dressing was complete, he sal lied forth to breakfast Xenophon stared after him as he went out of the gate whistling heartily. The old darky lifted his hands, palms put- ward! " '. - "Lan name, who dat?" he exclaimed aloud. "Who dat in dem panj ingeries ? He gone jine de .circus r His bin fell upon his 'knees, and be got to his feet rheumatically, shaking Ms head ' with foreboding- "Honey, honey. hitr baid luck, baid luck sing 'fo breakfus'. Trouble 'fo de day be done. Trouble, honey, great trouble. Baid luck, baid luck!" . - Along the square the passing of the editor in his cool equipments was a progress, and wide were the eyes and deep . the gasps of astonishment caused by his festal appearance. Mr, Tibbs and his sister rushed from the post office to stare after hiin. "He looks just beautiful, Solomon," said Miss Tibbs. Harkless usually ate his breakfast alone, as he was the latest riser in Plattvillp. There were days in th winter when he did not reach the hotel until 8 o'clock.-. This morning he found a bunch of white roses, still wet with dew and so fragrant that the whole room was fresh and sweet with their odor, prettily arranged in a bowl on the table, andat his plate the largest of all with a pin through the stem. He looked up smilingly and nodded at th? red faced, red haired waitress who was waving a long fly brush over his head. "Thank you, Charmion," he said. "That's very pretty." " "That old Mr. Wimby teas here," she answered, "and he left word for you to look out. : The . whole possetucky of Johnsons from the Crossroads passed his house this mornin', comin' this way. and he see Bob Skillett on the square when he got to town. - ne left them flowers. Mrs. Wimby sent 'em to ye. I didn't bring 'em." "Thank you for arranging thera." xShe turned even redder than she al ways was and answered nothing, vig orously darting her brush at' an imag inary fly on the cloth. After several minutes she said abruptly, "You're wel come." There was a silence, finally broken by a long, grasping sigh. Astonished, he looked at the girl. Her eyes were set unfathomably upon his pink tie. The. wand had dropped" from her nerve less hand, and she stood rapt and im--movable. She started violently from her trance. "Ain't ye goin to finish yer coffee 2" she asked, plying her in strument again, and, bending slightly, whispered, Say, Eph Watts is over there behind ye.' (to bk ooxTiirrrD) met you." "We are going to keep her all 1 sum mer. If we can," said Minnie, weaving hsr iarm About -her .friend's waist to the village, a long procession, on ev ery country road. The air was fi'l exhilaration; everybody was 1: .:; . CASTOR I A For InfanU .md' Children. . fhs Kind You Have AInajs Bsngfat ' Bears the Signature of Girls usually want to marry men. who can support them in a style to which they hare been unaccustomed. apd Its ion 3 to , iie in