Cee ee el 
find his tongue, and he was quite at a 
loss for words. 
“B—by Jove,” he said blankly, “that’a 
demmed hot coffee!" 
“Is this true, Penelope?” gasped his 
jordship. 
“Yes, Cecil. 
him.” 
“It isn’t because you feel that you 
have no home with me?” 
“T love him. It’s a much older story 
than you think,” she said simply. 
“T say, that hits me hard,” said the 
duke with a wry face. “Still, | join in 
saying, God bless you.” 
“We're trying to end the feud, you 
see,” said Penelope. 
Tears came into his lordship’s pale 
eyes. He looked first at one and then 
at the other and then silently extend- 
ed his hand to Randolph Shaw. Hé 
wrung it vigorously for a long time 
before speaking. Then, as if throw: 
ing a weight off his mind, he remarked: 
“I say, Shaw, I’m sorry about that 
dog. I’ve got an English bull terrier 
down there that’s taken a ribbon of 
so. If you don’t mind, I'll send him 
up to you. He—he knows Penelope.” 
THE END. 
Recipes For Long Life. 
The late John Bigelow, the patriarch 
of diplomats and authors, and the no 
less distinguished physician and au- 
thor Dr. 8S. Weir Mitchell were together 
several years ago at West Point. Dr. 
Bigelow was then ninety-two and Dr. 
Mitchell eighty. 
The conversation turned to the sub- 
ject of age. “I attribute my many 
years,” said Dr. Bigelow, ‘‘to the fact 
that I have been most abstemious. I 
have eaten sparingly and have not used 
tobacco and have taken little exercise.” 
“It is just the reverse in my case,” 
explained Dr. Mitchell. ‘I have eaten 
just as much as I wished, if I could get 
it; I have always used tobacco, immod- 
erately at times, and I have always 
taken a great deal of exercise.” 
With that ninety-two years shook his 
head at eighty years and said, “Well, 
you will never live to be an old man.”~ 
Lippincott’s. 
I’ve promised to marry 
A Free Hotel. 
At Miramar, on the island of Ma- 
jorca, in the Mediterranean, is a free 
hotel, where accommodations may be 
had for three days upon application to 
the agents of the Archduke Luis Salva- 
tor of Austria. It is a beautiful spot, 
and the entire neighborhood is full of 
attractions to the traveler. Attendants 
in charge look after the welfare of 
guests, who must, however, provide for 
their own food. Beds, linen and table 
appointments they receive gratis, and 
bread and wine can be obtained very 
reasonably. It is said that this provi- 
sion is due to the gratification the Aus- 
trian owners felt years ago when they 
first came to live at Miramar. Such 
peace and such loveliness, they felt, 
should be shared by all lovers of nature 
who passed that way.—Argonaut. 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
J. Pierpont Morgan, King of 
Money, and New York Office 
Photos by American Press Association. 
HERH is nothing pretentious about J. Pierpont Morgan nor about his 
office. 
After the recent Pujo money trust inquiry there is little doubt 
as to Morgan’s title, the ‘‘money king of America.” 
You would think 
a man who stood at the head of American tinance would show off a 
bit if he wanted to. 
Not so J. P.. Of course his years forbid display, for he 
is over three score and ten now, but all his life has been without: ostentation. 
His old dingy office at Wall and Broad streets, New York, opposite the United 
States branch treasury, reflects the man. 
He Could Dodge. 
“There’s nothing slow about Jones,’ 
he said refiectively. 
The other laughed scornfully. 
“T guess you never loaned him any 
money,” ine said. 
“Oh, yes, I have,’ replied the first 
speaker. ‘‘That’s what made me speak 
that way. I loaned him $10 six months 
ago, and I haven’t been able to catch 
him since.” 
A Profligate. 
“T am afraid my husband is leading a 
double life.” 
“Heavens! What has aroused youl 
suspicions 7” 
“He snea'ed 50 cents out of his pay 
envelope last week and tried, when lL 
found it out, to make me think he had 
done it by mistake.”—Chicago Record- 
Herald. 
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