Kilo

d make a pleasant day for the people of Clarence, and she had succeeded in this as in everything she had undertaken during her summer in Iowa. As the leader of her

and best handles: local color and types. The editor of MURRAY'S MAGAZINE had told her that his native ground-middle Iowa-offered fresh material for her pen, and, intent on opening this new mine of local color, she had stolen away without letting even her mo

idelity, except with rather more skill than she felt she had, since it is composed of innumerable ingredients drawn not only from New England, but from nearly every State, and from all the nations of Europe. However, her kindness of heart had been able to exert itself bountifully, and she had had enough experience in her sundry searches for local color to know that a lapse of time and of distance would emphasize the types she was now seeing, and that by the middle of the winter, when once more in her New York apartment, her present e

n Western Railroad had laid his ruler on the map and had drawn a straight line across Iowa to represent the course of the road, Clarence had been left ten or twelve miles to one side, and, as the town was not important enough to justify spoiling the beauty of the straight line by putting a curve in it, a station was marked on the road at the point nearest Clarence, and called Kilo. For a while the new station was merely a sidetrack on the

go to New York, Susan jumped up and down and clapped her hands. Susan was as sweet and lovable as she was useful, and under Mrs. Smith's care she had been transformed into such a thing of beauty that Clarence could hardly recognize her. Instead of tow-colored hair, crowded back by means of a black rubber comb, Susan had been taught a neat arrangement of her

Mrs. Bell. She had not for one moment doubted that they would be delighted to find that Susan could

'fore we decide that. Susan's a'most our baby, she is. T'hain't but four

n was that they had better talk it over with some of the neighbors. The nei

said that no one could want a nicer, kinder lady for boss than

ma tellin' me when I was a little girl about the awful goin's on she heard tell of one time when she was down to Pittsburg, and I reckon New York must be twice the size of Pittsburg w

nt," said Mrs. Smith;

id Mrs. Bell, w

, "that is easy. I know

ught a

ZINE," she suggested, mentioning her

rd of that," said M

AEON MAGAZINE? I kno

l looked at each other bla

one was known, even by name, to her inquisitors. One shy old lady asked faintly if she ha

s sold in editions of hundreds of thousands, and who was, beyond all doubt, the greatest living novelist. K

my brother, Marriott Nolan Tarbro, you know, who wrot

d apologetically

he said kindly, "but mebby Mrs. Stein

on the counter of the drugstore, when she went to Kilo, moved uneasily. For years she had had the reputation of bein

is name was

ould mention Shakespeare or Napoleo

ay I haven't. And I won't say I have. When a person reads as much as what I do, she reads so many names they slip out of memory. Just this minute

Smith, "I have

ness took him 'round considerable, and I thought mebby it might

l sighed

o," she said; "but I dunno WHAT to say. Seems like I oug

h, putting her arm about the girl.

you leave it to the minister? He'd settle it fo

relief, "I'd ought to have thought of that long ago. He W

was the

, the minister left the group of women who h

w we must be wise as serpents and gentle as doves I deciding, and"-he laid his hand on her arm-"though I doubt not all

ook agent sh

ok me in,'" he said glibly.

ad taught him to seek the minister first. To start the round of a small community with the prest

from beneath his arm, and handed i

ks. THIS is the book I sell. Take it away and hide it, so I can forget it

smiled and led the way toward the place where a buggy c

. I read little myself. We are poor; we have no time to read. Except the Bible, I know of but one book in this entire community. Sister Dawson has a c

s. Even to feel a new book was a pleasure he did

and Susan, so far as it was known to the minister, and he leaned o

it," h

r removed t

the pages of the book. At page 974 he laid the book open, and the minister adjusted his spectacles and read where the book agent pointed. Then he pushed his spectacl

n his handkerchief, readjusted them

s name?" he asked kind

lan Tarbro,"

ines carefully

?" he

at Tarrytown-

e is m

Long, at Newport, Rhode

e living no

York-I am a widow, as you know-b

ers. What-er-clubs

. Smith; "The Autho

the book-"celebrated novelist, who is a man of such standing that he received-ah-several more lines in this work than the average, more, in fact, tha

eligion, politics, literature, every subject under the sun, gathered in one grand colossal encyclopedia with an index so simple that a child can understand it. See page 768, 'Texts, Biblical; Hints for Sermons; The Art of Pulpit Eloquence.' No minister should be without it. See page 1046, 'Pulpit Orators-Golden Words of the Greatest, comprising selections from Spurgeon, Robertson, Talmage, Beec

turned the

thy book," he s

at Mrs. Smith, with

no

arby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science and Art, bound in full morocco, one

er; "it is so kind. I have so few books,

d out his hand for

d, "you NEED no others. It makes a Ca

had gradually ga

to bring knowledge and power where ignoran

anded his sample

ress," he said to Mrs. Smith, and she s

ggs, this

aid quickly, "E

Mrs. Smith. "Miss Sa

Hewlitt. "I hope we may become well acquainted.

necessary was to become well acquainted with the one whose affections it was desired to win. It was not Eliph' Hewlitt