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| MATCH-MAKING ' I MIKE | By DOROTHY DOUGLAS (Copyright, Uttl, bj AModamil Literary Press.) > Dudley Stuart, matinee idol, insert ed his latchkey and entered his apart ment. - v After waiting a moment to see if a 1 canine greeting might couie from the , direction of the kitchen he went down J the hall. It was midnight but mid night to Mike, the dog, had never j meant silence untjl a week ago. Until some six days ago, Dudley Stuart's home-coming from the the- i ater had been warmly greeted. Mike 1 had been accustomed to bark hi* de light when the key grated in the lock | and keep It up until he nosed the roaet beef in Stuart's pocket. The actor stopped every night at the ' delecatessen store to buy cold meat j for his wire-haired fox terrier. Unlike many actors, Dudley Stuart I was fond of home and home cheer. J The greeting of his small dog had j meant much to him. He opened the door leading Into the kitchen, but aside from a sheepish, 1 half asleep glance Mike budged not one inch from his comfortable posi tion. A week ago Mike would have been eagerly awaiting his master. He i would have smelled for hie supper and the Iwo, man and dog, wouM have gone to the dining room where Mike would have eaten pieec by piece from Stuart's hands. The first night that Mike had failed In his greeting Stuart had been alarm ed. He had looked the dog over, but had been unable to discover anything . but utter contentment In the animal's frame Mike lost no weight while re fusing his nightly super, but grew a trifle discontented. Stuart's caresses seemed often to annoy him and the strong tobacco of Stuart's pipe was obnoxious The actor was puzzled about the dog's strange behavior. Had It been possible Btuart would have known that his small canine had found other friends. But Mike was a "Look Here, Old Boy," Said Stuart. prisoner in the kitchen when Stuart •was at the theater. The window was left open on the Are escape only suffi ciently to allow a current of air; cer tainly not enough to admit of Mike's body squirming through. Stuart picked up his dog and car ried him into-the dining room. Mike looked sheepishly up at him. "Look here, old boy," said Stuart dropping into his big chair and com pelling Mike to stand qn his hind legs and look him in the eye, "you and I must come to an understanding." Mike would have slipped to the floor save that Stuart held the two white forepaws on his knees. "By Jove! What's this you've got on your neck?" Stuart's hands had been stroking the dog's ears. "Now where In the name of little fishes did you get a large pink satin bow?" Mike hung hhLjiead. - Stuart bent lower over the dog. "And your wiry hair is soft and silky! By Jove! And you are reek ing. simply reeking with scent of some kind! Methinks you have been in my lady's boudoir' , White rose perfume —Hmph—" Stuart's bands fell from the dog's head. Mike slipped off to his inter rupted'sleep, but the actor sat long thinking over a-way to unearth Mike's secret. The next night Dudley Stuart sent word to his understudy that he could not play his part. Then, the actor went out as usual at 6 o'clock. He fixed tfeg window in the kitchen so that Mike could in no way escape and made sure of shutting the door lead ing to the hall. . Within an hour Stuart came quick ly back. He made no his key and his fObtsteps down the hall might have been those of a burglar so sound less thej>were. Stealthily, he opened * the kifchen door. Mike was gone! In the darkness, Stuart saw that the window leading to the fire escape was open wide. For the first time, by the light of the next kjtehen window, Stuart noticed that his wtndow ledge was a mass of scratches. Mike had used his claws well. Suddenly he paused and listened. Prom the window next his own a wo- | man's voice came to him. The voice ' 1 was full of sympathy and brimming over with mualc. Hardened stage lover I ; though he was Stuart'* heart beat | quickly at the of the girl's voice, j | "Did his horrid old master leave | | him all alone T" Stuart heard the girl, j She was fondling Mike—that he: ' knew. \ I "Lucky Mike," thought Stuart. "Poor little lonesome doggie," came | j from the other window. "Oh, you lucky dog " Stuart was I 1 half way out of the window. It was i dark and he climbed to the fire escape. j 1 He could have just one glance at the I girl without her seeing him. "I would just like to tell your mas- j ter what I oh!" girl's voice | broke oft and Stuart saw her fall to j t the floor. His face at the window had J ! frightened her. He rushed quickly to | | her side and picked her up. , Mike growled, but Stuart knew that j he deserved his own dog's scorn. "Wake up—for goodness sake!" ! ( Stuart very gently rubbed the girl's j head with the palm of his hand. "I'm I so awfully sorry," he said when she | I opened her eyes, "I have frightened ; you Into a faint simply because I want' | ed to see where tllis shameless little beggar has been going He {las com pletely deserted me." j Stuart was talking at random. He ! watched the color come swiftly back, 1 and he wondered foolishly how it ever could have left so beautiful a play- J ground. j "It -is entirely my fault" said the girl. "But—he used to whine and whine until my heart was nearly bro ken listening to him." j "I shouldn't have left him alone — but " j "Then you don't mind my having j taken him in?" Marlon Cllv.e looked up into Stuart's eyes. "Great Scott, no! I am only sorry ! that I have lost the one thing that made that department a home." Stuart laughed whimsically. "Mike was al ways glad to see me —until you came." "I'm so sorry," Marion put In quick ly. "But now that the alienation of affection has taken place—l don't see j what we are to do with him. Do you?" Stuart looked into the girl's eyes "Yes. I know but I will tell you about it some other time." Marion turned quickly to look for Mike, He had gone. ; "Now where has Mike gone?" "He has evidently gone back home. It is a good hint for me to follow — j Miss—? | "Cllve," finished Marlon. "But you j need not tell me your name because I have no lees than a dozen postal tarda , !of you in my room," "In each," she ' .laughed, "you are making love,to aj : different girl." "I suppose you got the pictures be-1 j cause the girl was there?" Stuart ask- i ! ed half seriously. "No," Marion answered frankly. "I didn't." "Then why didn't you select ones without the girls?" Stuart asked. "I considered it a good reminder j ' that you " Marlon turned away In ; confusion. ' , "Yes. That I " Stuart waited until she raised her eyes to his. "That you were probably married," I ' finished Marion with a defiant toss of j j her head. I "But lam notA' j "Then we will call Mike back and 1 you may stay and have dinner with ' my aunt and me—there is not a bit of 1 use having a lonely bachelor in the I next flat If he can't come In and dine, ! occasionally." I "You are very nice to a stranger." ! "But we are ont strangers! I have known your picture for ages, and I j have stolen your dog's affection," j laughed Marion with a new light in j her eyes. "Yes—you have stolen my " j Marlon looked up at Stuart. "Shall we call him in now?" she' | asked with rising color. .it "Mike is a "very lovable dog—l feel ; sure he will appreciate having two masters." Mike's joy unbounded when a ! man and a woman called to him from the next apartment Hopper's Jests Were Cutting. Sometimes his Jests conveyed cut- j ting sarcasms. One day, when he I was riding in an omnibus he opened a • portmonnaie lined with red. A man ' with a very flaming visage, who was j somewhat intoxicated and therefore I very much Inclined to be talkative, [ said: "Ah, that Is a very gay pockef-1 book for a Quaker to carry!" "Yes, j 'lt is very red," replied Friend Hop- j per; 'but It is not so red as thy nose." The passengers all smiled, and the man seized the first opportunity to escape. A poor woman once entered an omnibus which was nearly full, and stood waiting for someone to make room. A proud looking woman j sat near Friend Hopper, and be asked her to move a ilttle to accommodate the newcomer. But she looked very glum and remained ndotionlesa. After examining her countenance for an In stant he said: "If thy face often looks so I shouldn't like to have thee for a neighbor." The passengers exchanged smilea at this remark, and the woman frowned still more deeply.— Life ef Isaac Hopper. , r- Cultivate Common Sense. "WRhout entering Into disputable points, it may be asserted that the aim of all intellectual training for the mass of the people should be to culti vate common sense to qualify them fir forming a sound practical judg nzrr.t cf the circumstances by which | • •-.•.•- -,r« «urrounded," —John 801 l aad ;.ois. j. . i Company*s Coming When Mrs. Powell looked out 6f the window on the morning of the day ap pointed for her luncheon In honor of Mrs. Fentress, Mrs. Watson's gor geous visitor, and saw the abundance of th£ raindrops that were pattering on the roof and noted the unyielding aspect of'the clouds, she groaned. "I just knew I oughtn't to have planned to have it Friday," she said to her sleeping husband, who merely grunted and raised one eyelid about an eighth of an inch. At that moment tliree indignant squeals issued from the nursery and the moment after three white-robed figures preclpiated them selves upon their mother. "She hit me!" "She said I was a pig." "Wow, wow, wow!" When the dove of peace had been persuaded to hover precariously over the nursery Mrs. Powell returned to her room and proceeded dolefully with her toilet. "They always act like that on a rainy day," she moaned. "I know It will be perfectly awful all day." After breakfast, with the assistance of Hilda, her one maid, she proceeded to remove to the dining-room the out ward and vlßlble signs of festivity from the porch, where she had planned to entertain her guests. Now, Hilda," she said to her hand-1 maiden, who wasMn the state of mind which is technically known as having got out of the wrong side of the bed, "I'm going to straighten up In here and you can run out and put the gela tin to soak in balling water and put the chicken on to bell." Hilda drooped lumpishly out of the room and about five minutes after her blond head and resentful back had disappeared Mrs. Powell heard an ominous crash from the kitchen. She withdrew 'her countenance from un der tfre sideboard and scuttled for the kitchen. Hilda was standing stolidly amidst surging waves of gelatin. "The bowl break when I the hot water put in," she said gently. "By best cut glass bowl!" wept Mrs. Powell, falling upon her knees and beginning futllely to gather up the fragments. "I've a good mind to make you pay for it." I Hilda slowly unfastened the strings that held her apron around her ample waist. N . "I guess I go, then," she said. | "Go where, Hilda?" she Inquired, ; the tears rolling off her chin, "Away from the place." Hilda ex plained. | Just how many things Mrs. Powell , promised Hilda if she would stay de veloped gradually during the ensuing moftth. For with honeyed words and • promises she Inveigled Hilda to make ice cream in place of the lost gelatin. j During the rest of that feverish morning Mrs. Powejl swept and dust ed and cooked, and at regular Inter vals spanked her offspring, and at lr regu'ar Intervals soothed and In structed Hilda. Alone and unaided, j she wrestled with the best tablecloth, ' which, though usuAllj.'. n sufficiently ! tractable household article, persisted ; in undulating over the table like a ! huge measuring worm. In despera i tlon Mrs. Powell heated an Iron and j tried to press it down, but the iron | left a long, dark, rakish looking trail i behind it down the* center of the cloth. I After that she returned to the kltch -1 en, where Hilda appeared to be hav ing a hand to hand battle with the Ice ' cream freezer, while the children • were dashing furiously about the ; room, shrieking "Ice cream, ice cream, I ice cream! We're going to have ice I cream!" Mrs. Powell pointed a stern finger toward the door and the three, still Screaming, darted past her into the ; dining room. j "What's the matter with the freez | er?" Mrs. Powell Inquired. She walked j over to the struggling maid. "He don't work," said Hilda. She | gave the crank of the freezer a final j Jerk with her powerful hands and the ! crank broke. The pail rolled over OR , Its side and began gurgling forth an j oozy mush composed of salt water and cream, which not even the most ' desperate and brazen hostess would | have dreamed of serving as a de i lectable article. At this critical moment there came \ a crash and three separate walls from ! the dining room. Leaving Hilda and i the Ice cream to commune with one another, Mrs. Powelf flew to the newest calamity. Two thoroughly subdued small girls stood surveying the wreck of the dining table, from underneath which were Issuing yells | which carried to Mrs. Powell the ' soothing conviction that her youngest | daughter, though eclipsed, was still alive. After she had separated'her daugh ter from a mass of glass, china, olives, almonds, bonbons and other Ingredi ents and had sent ail three of the children to bed Mi's. Powell sat down upon the nearest chair and wept. It was then that the telephone bell rang. i. "Dick," f,he said to her husband that night, "It does seem perfectly in human, but I could have shouted with Joy when I got the massage that Mrs Watson had fallen and sprained her ankle and they couldn't come. It may have been hard on Mrs. Watson, but it was simply providential for me " Grass for Match Sticks. A species of stiff grass which grows abundantly In that country is used ' for match sticks in India. The Relief Expedition If any ofae falls downstairs or gets run ovar on the street or encounters any mishap necessitating Instant suc cor Grapple is always the unfortunate individual on the spot. Possessing a troublesome kindliness of- heart, he cannot manage the rapid melting around a corner that saves others, so he hies to the rescue. This being so, it was entirely in the order of things that, glancing from his office window across the court one blisteringly hot afternoon, he should Sfe r a,, jhaq seize hold of a girl as she crumpled before her type writer . and fell. The man, noting Crapple. beckoned violently for him to come over. So Crapple hastened over. "I was just going by the open door," the man/told Crapple, "and I saw her topple over—there isn't a soul here. What'll 1 do?" V "Put ice on her wrists and temples and I'll find a doctor," said the capa ble Crapple .There was no 'physician in that building, so he rushed out and headed for a building a block away The girl was. a sllglu little thing and she cer tainly looked desperately 111. "Vot doctor?" asked the elevator man blandly to Crapple's inquiries. "Any doctor!" shouted tho exasper ated Crapple. "And take me to him, Quick!" 1 - Three doctors were not in and the t 1 fourth was deep. In work."See here," said the busy doctor. "You ruu across to the health department in the city hall and you can get a doctor for her for nothing!" Crapple, mopping his forehead, hast ened to the city hall. His face was ' purple and his collar was melted. Pe -1 destrian* In irrliated surprise as they ' dragged along the street made way | for the apparently insane man who was rushing along on that hot day. I Only the memory of the limp little girl, who perhaps was dying back in | the stifling office, spurred Crapple on, j for he is a stout man and averse to - violent exercise. > j Crapple successively burst into and 1 disorganized the marriage license bu ' reau, the dog license department and a tax oft!re before he flanally reached ' the proper spot. By this time large i streams of perspiration were galloping down his face and making furrows In the dust which he bad accumulated .on his countenance. Ho could only gasp. "No, no!" he roared to the energetic young man "who grabbed him and "forced him Into a chair and then called for ice and began jerking at his collar as he inquired soothingly where tie felt worst. "I'm perfectly normal, but there's a girl prostrated by tho heat iu an offlee—' r "Well," said the young man, severe ly, as ha 'relaxed his hold on Crapple's collar, you should explain clearly what you want when you come In in stead of wasting our time! Now, If you will go to the. office on Market strei-t —" "Market street be hanged!" said Cr; !>|ile, violently. "Do you suppose that next week will do?" lie dashed out, and, missing an ex ' press elevator, got into the local. The 1 j elevator man stopped al each floor to 1 exchange repartee with 3 ! frhrids. Each time before he started' up ;.gain be paused, tp mop his fore • head and murmur reproachfully that " it was a mighty hot day. Once he ® went hack two floors for some one 1 with a big voice who hpwled accus- J ingly after the vanlahlng elevator. ■>. After Crapple fft last reached the ; street he was so wet with perspiration that he looked a.s though he had just r emerged from the lake. He stormed • into another building where there } were men of medicine and found one. , "What you should have done," said • (hat. Individual, shaking his head, "was ' to phone for the police ambulance and have her taken to a hospital where her 3 tern; mature would be properly re ' duced and the right sort of attention } bestowed upon her. You'd better get I the ambulance now and—" "So," said Crapple with cold sar jj casm, "I think I'd better go out and : get a good, lively undertaker, for no doubt the girl passed away long ago. I'll Just run back to the office and see!" ' > e II Fuming, bedraggled, hot and limp.! Crapple tore back to the scene of dis-| aster. He shrank from seeing that llmfi, hopeless little creature, now 'probably beyond all help. The office seemed quite calm and j two persons were busily at work. f They seemed bewildered when Crap t pie begged to know the condition of ! the stricken girl. Presently the brow of yie cleared. "Oh, yes," he said. "Miss Lester did feel the heat a little, hut she was ' well enough In a few minutes to go , home. How did you happen to know , about It?"" t Why, 1 said Crapple, grimly, "I have a habit of soaking in information. Now, if yoiT will direct me to a large I chunk of Ice I_ shall be infinitely . obliged!" t - . Woman's Bank Account. "John, didn't you tell me that all ' savings banks are run In practically : the same way?" "I believe I did. What's wrong, now?" "'Oh, nothing; only if they are all , about the same, why did I have to go I to a certain one today when I wanUd to draw some money?" THE NORTH CAROLINA College of Agriculture and Mechanic^Arts , „ The State's Industrial Institute v Four-year course in Agriculture; iu Civil, Electrical and Mechan ical Engineering; in Industrial Chemistry, in Cotton Manufac turing and Dyeing. Two-year courses in Mechanic Arts and in Textile Art. One-year course iu Agriculture. These courses are both practical aud scientific. Examinations for admission are held at all county seats on July 13. For.Catalog address THE REGISTRAR WEST RALEIGH, N. C. 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