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THOMSON. GA., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1903.
THE MAN AND HIS
CHANCE.
BEFORE a writing table In the
morning room of n country
vicarage a girl was sitting,
t* pen in liaml. Young— not
uiore than twenty-two—she was pretty,
with delicate, thoughtful-looking fea
tures. There Was a sheet of paper
bofqro her, but she had not Written a
word. She sat gwsiug !U it In abstract
ed fashion, apparently deep in thought.
At length, ns if unable to arrive t
nny decision, she rose with a sigh, and
tnartg net way across to the window
nhd looked out. It was a cold, bright
afternoon, and the view showed a
stretch of country denuded of every
trace of green covering. In the dis
tance, some two miles away, the small
town of Sonningfurd could he Been,
the roofs of the houses glinting in the
dying rays of the Winter sun.
The girl’s eyes drifted to where a
down stretched high away. On the top
were some old stone ruins, and, her
glance resting on these, thoughts of
some bygone hours spent there crowd
ed hack to her mind, As she medi
tated tlie tears came to her eyes.
“\Y-j weren’t so far apart then!'’ she
murmured; “now. it is different.”
She turned Away from the window,
and caught up a newspaper from the
table. A gleam cnim* Into her eyes as
she looked nt It.
"Two columns and a half!” she ex
claimed, softly. She read a stray sen
tence here and there. “Cheers—cheers
—prolonged ministerial cheers!”
There was a tap at the door, and she
laid the paper down suddenly.
A servant entered the room.
"Mr. Mantell lias called, miss!” she
announced.
"Ask him to come in here, please,”
the girl replied. She walked rapidly
to her writing table and shut the cover
of her east*.
The next moment the door opened,
and Mr. Mantell was shown in. He
was a kindly faced old man, with white
hair and lient shoulders, lie had a
bundle of newspapers under his arm,
which he put down on the table be
fore holding out his hand to the girl.
As she turned to greet him there was
a tiny flush on both her cheeks.
“All, my dear; I needn't ask how
you are!” lie cried, as he clasped her
hand. “Your looks tell their own tale.
Father’s writing Ills sermon ,nisi n’t
he disturbed on any account; ol course
not! .So we two will have our chat
together in here, eh?”
Margaret pulled forward a chair to
ward tin* lire. The old man warmed
his hands at the blaze.
“And when did you get back?” she
asked.
“This morning. Such a week, my
dear Margaret! And directly I re
turned I felt I must come over and
toll you all about it."
She bent down and arranged the
cushion for him.
“Very nice of you,” she said, in an
even tone. “And how did you leave
Laurence ?”
“He was in splendid condition!” cried
the old man. “And, of course, sent all
sorts of kind messages to yon.”
The girl turned away for a moment.
“Ah, my dear!” lie went on, enthu
siastically. “Never have I been so
proud of my boy as I have this week.
You would have been proud of him,
too, Margaret!” he added, looking
round at her fondly.
“Yes,” she assented; “I am quite
proud of him. He hails from Son
ningford, you know!” she added,
forcing a smile.
The old man was still looking at her.
“Yes,” lie said, musingly; “I wished
you had been with me. Somehow,
Margaret, you, of all the others, arc
tlie one I most like to talk to about
him. You never seem to tire of my
enthusiasm—you take as much interest
as I do. You are almost as a sister
to him!”
The girl was staring out of the win
dow.
“Yes—but your week, your splendid
week?” she said, suddenly.
“Ah, yes, my splendid week!” lie
cried, rubbing bis hands. “lie took
me everywhere—seemed proud to in
troduce me as his father! They talk
of lilm as the coming man, Margaret—
the most promising of the young ones!”
“That’s what the newspapers say,”
she put in.
“And it’s true—quite true!” lie said,
eagerly. “If you could hear what the
people I have met this week think
of him! They say his brain is mar
velous—that the country sorely jieeds
men with reasoning faculties devel
oped as his are!”
The girl picked up the newspaper.
“I read the full account of his
speech,” she said. “Did you hear
Him
He nodded his head excitedly.
“Yes; I was In the gallery. It was
a wonderful speech, my dear! And
the House, accustomed as it is to won
derful speeches, wag fairly electrified.
A thrill went through me as I gazed
down on his straight young figure, his
eyes gleaming, his face lighted with
enthusiasm, the words coming out as
a torrent, only pauslngyiow and again
to let the cheers die rfown, and 7 real
ized that he was my son—my only
son!” finished the old man, with a
tremble In his voice.
Margaret did not speak for a mo
ment.
“Do you think It silly of me to he
so proud?” lie asked, suddenly.
“No, no!” she said, hastily.
He pointed to the papers on the
table.
“His photograph Is in a lot of the
weekly papers. I brought them for
you to see.”
“Thunk you,” she said, moving to
wind lbe Bible.
A sudden smile light A dp the (’rice
Of 1 lie clii hlun. Ito lookV *uilekly
at her.
"And- hut I lmve hot loid y v the
grout mv.s the thing that may hap
pen!" he cried. “It is almost too won
derful to believe!”
She turned round swiftly.
“Can you keep a secret, Margaret?”
he asked, playfully. "As yet, It is only
in the clouds, you know !”
She forced a smile.
‘ I think I can/' she said;
“On Wednesday Laurence was invit
ed t<v rt great Minister’s reception.
Alul What do you think, Margaret?—
1 went, too!” he cried, triumphantly.
•Lord Ashbury heard that I was in
town and insisted on Laurence bring
ing me. Was it not kind of him?
Everybody 1 was Introduced to spoke
of Laurence's future. They said lie
would be ih the Cabinet within the
lvexi ten years, or. possibly, even less
think of that, my dear—the Cab
inet!”
“But your news?” asked Margaret,
quietly.
The old lilai/s eyes gleamed.
“It’s an open secret up there,” ho
whispered, “that Lady Helen, Lord
Ashbury’s daughter, Is in love.with
him that lie lias only to say the word,
and she will accept him!”
He looked at Margaret to eoc the
effect of his announcement, Appar
ently she was perfectly unmoved, He
eon Id not see that the hand behind
her was trembling like a leaf,
“Think 'what n marriage like that
would mean for my hoy, Margaret!”
lie cried. “Lord Ashbury, they say,
lias no objection to the match. He
thinks Laurence the man of the future.
As his son-in-law, he would be of the
greatest possible use in giving him ills
influence. Them, again, Laurence lias
only a few hundreds a year private
money. Lady Helen is very wealthy,
and could ghe him the position ill
society lie will need. It would be a
wonderful match. Margaret!”
“Wonderful!” she said, in a low tone.
“With such a marriage nothing can
stop him. Me might he Premier, one
day who knows! iTeinler, Mar
garet !” he cried.
She opened one of fix* papers.
“And Lady II• b n what is she like?”
she asked, calmly.
The old man’s face lighted up.
“Tail, graceful, a beautiful woman—
a leader in society, a brilliant conver
sationalist- one of the few women
who know anything about politics!*’
he exclaimed. “And she is in love
with Laurence, fascinated by his per
sonality!”
Tim girl turned over a leaf of the
paper.
“And what does he say?” she asked.
“c'jiv! I never (brib'd to even hint of
it to him!” he returned. “But,of course,
lie would never be mad enough to let
such a chance slip by! They arc ad
mirably suited to one another. A
daughter of Lord Ashbury, loo! . It
would Ik* madness- a.tor madness!”
“And you would wish it yourself?”
asked Margaret, in a very low voice.
“Wish it!” lie cried. “I desire it
above all tilings! I am an old man,
.Margaret, my dear, and Laurence and
his career are all that I have left! If
/ live to see him one of the great men
of the nation I shall be happy!” lie fin
ished, tremulously.
The girl glanced at him for a mo
ment. Then, with a sudden quick
look of resolution she sat down at her
writing table.
“It Is getting near post time,” she
said, in a hard voice, “and I have a
letter that must go. Will you excuse
me for a moment?”
“Dear me -so late!” lie cried. “Write,
by all moans, and I will drop your let
ters in file box on my way hack.”
Margaret’s head was bent over lier
letter. He could not see her face, but
she was writing vigorously. At length
sin? finished, read it through and ad
dressed an envelope. She stamped it
and rose from her seat. She* was very
white, but ho did not notice it.
“Done!” slie said, with a smile.
He got up from his chair and took
tlie envelope from her hand.
She picked up three others from the
table.
“Would you mind dropping these in
at the same time?” she said.
He was studying tlie address of the
first letter she had just written.
“An old friend’s privilege!” Ik* said,
looking up at her with an inquiring
smile. “I see this is to the doctor.
Is what we have all been rather ex
pecting going to happen at last?”
He saw her change color. lie took
a step forward and caught her band in
his.
“He Is a good man, Margaret,” he
said, kindly. “I am glad.”
A mist, rose ui her eyes.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“I was so certain,” ho continued,
“that I gave Laurence a hint. 1
thought of it just as he was seeing me
off.”
“You told Laurence! Did lie say
anything?” she said quickly.
“He had no time,” the old man re
plied, with a laugh. “I told him as
the train was moving. He knows the
doctor, and will be pleased. Now I
must he off, my dear.”
She saw him out, and then, return
ing to the room, flung herself down in
a chair. The tears coursed do'wn her
checks.
“it was the only way,” she cried.
“He would never do It without—his
career must come before everything—
for his father’s sake—ills owii sake!
He will understand.”
* * * *
It was seven o'clock that evening ns
a tall young mail leaped from the
LflnttoH train at Soniilngford station.
The porter touched iiis! cap ns he rec
ognized him, for Ul9 little town Was
proud of Laurence Mantell, M. P.
lie oiYlered his hag to he sent to his
father’s house, then set out to walk
the dlstaiiCtb Tiit* flight was lovely,
the country road Wk-linrd under fofif*
Hi* strode oil, deep in thought, lie
had tint intended til Visit Bon ningford;
nothing had been further from Ills
thoughts that morning. Always busy,
lie Was pilrtiohiarly hard pressed .just
now, but. the words his father had
flung at him as the train was moving
had haunted him all day. He could
think of nothing else. At last, acting
on impulse, he had canceled his en
gagement for tlie evening rind come
down to Bonulngford.
lie rehclu'd the cross roads, where
one led to his father’s house end the
other to the vicarage. lie paused for
a moment, and his eye rested on the
pillar-box—a red splash of color nest
ling in an ivy-clad wall. Ho was about
to pass on when sonic thing white, ly
ing on the ground a few yards away,
caught ills attention: lie stepped to
ward it and picked it up.
He stood for a few moments gazing
reflectively at it. then with a decisive
movement he slipped it In the pocket
of his coat} and set out at a quick pace
along the road to the vicarage.
111 a few minutes he arrived there.
Miss Margaret was the only one in.
Would lie see her?
lie entered and was shown into the
drawing room. lie sat down and wait
ed Impatiently.
A few moments afterward the door
opened and she came in.
“This is a surprise, Laurence!'’ she
said, with a nervous little laugh. “I
thought you were so busy.”
“A man Is never ho busy but what
he cap spare time to do the tiling I
have in view,” lie answered.
"I have conic here to-night, Mar
garet,” he continued, quietly, "to ask
you to he my wife!”
She started back with a little cry.
“No, no!” she said. “As boy and
girl we played at being in love, Lau
rence-
“l was a man, aud meant it!” lie
broke 111.
“No; you must not mean it. Lau
rence!” she went on, gently. “It was
before you went to London -were
made a member of Parliament; before
you became the famous man you are!”
She paused.
“What difference docs Dime make to
love?”
“Simply tills, dear!” she spoke in a
low, trembling tone. “The country
clergyman’s daughter is not tin.* wile
for it man destined to hold the position
you arc!” He wan about to interrupt,
but she silenced him with a gesture.
"I should never he able to assist you;
in lime you would repent, of having
married a nonentity.” She paused.
“Your father has been here, Laurence,
ami told me of Lady Helen. You must
marry her, Laurence think of that
wonderful career of what such a mar
riage means to it. When your father
told me of it,” she said, gently, “I
knew you would think Hint you were
hound to me—though, of course, you
weren’t. Hut I knew how honorable
you are 111 every thought—that unless
1 did something you would let tills
chance slip by, so I did the thing!” she
finished abruptly.
“You wrote to the Doctor and ac
cepted his offer of marriage?”
“He asked me a week ago, and I said
I would write to him.” She smiled
through her tears at him. “I knew
you would not say n word while I was
still free; so, when your father was
here I wrote and accepted him, ami
ho posted it.
“But you are free still, thank
heaven?” lie cried suddenly. “Your
letter was never posted. It was
dropped on the way to the box, and
I picked it up. I recognized your
writing at once.” lie held It out and
she gazed at it la wonderment. “And
whether you have me or not, Mar
garet!” he continued, “I tell you this—
that, under no circumstances shall I
ever marry Lady Helen—for the simple
reason that I do not love her! I feel
certain you love me still!” lie cried.
“As for me, I’ve never ceased to love
you from the day I first told it to you
on the Down! If you will not marry
me, I shall drop the whole life and go
abroad; then your anxiety over iyy
career will have been entirely wasted!”
“Leave politics?” -
“On my honor, yes!” he answered,
gravely. “But on the other hand, If
you’ll marry me we’ll do our best to
patch up the ruined career—make the
beat of It!” he added, smiling. “My
father loves you and will accept the
inevitable. Besides, it is his fault
lie dropped the letter!” he added, with
n smile. “Which is it to he?” He was
very near to her. Lie saw a slight
flush pass over her cheek. A gleam
of unutterable happiness crept into
her eyes.
“If it’s quite inevitable,” she whis
pered, softly.
Her eyes met his, and the next mo
ment lie had caught her in Ills arms.
“This Is the only real chance I’ve
tfver had, dearest!” he cried. “I’m
going to make the most of it!”
Aud lie did —Woman’s Life.
GracelesuWeiirom of (lie Panama
There are so few Englishmen who
can really wear a Panama hat with
grace. A Panama needs a swarthy
face, a flashing eye, a devil-may-care
manner. It does not go at all well with
a worried look and a bundle of busi
ness documents. Nobody should at
tempt to carry off a Panama who is
not a gypsy at heart.—The Sketch.
Time may be money, but you’ve got
to spend the one to make the other.
[ The frequency of thunder storms in
the United States, ns shown by reports
j fjom the nearly 200 stations of the
; Weather Bureau. Is greatest, seventy
per annum, in Florida. The niimhct
gradually lessens to the westward, un
til it is but four In Pacific const towns,
and to ttic northward, until it is .hut ten
in Nova Scotia.
Fishes, like trees, have their “auitunl
rings.” The scales of many fishes
show a series of parallel eccentric
lines, tvhiell indicate successive incre
ments of growth, mul these lines of
growth prove to.be more widely separ
ated in that part of the scale formed
•hiring the warm season of the year
than iii that of the cold season. Mr. ,1.
Stuart Thompson, Who has been study
ing the markings, has reached the int
iioftnnt conclusion that In many spe
cies the ages of Individuals may lie de
termined quite accurately.
The color law in tlie animal kingdom,
as stated by tlie American artist, Mr.
A. 11. Thayer, lias been much discussed
among sclentlsts recently, He says that
it produces an effect exactly contrary
to the ordinary shading of objects illu
minated by light froiti the sky. Being
dark above and light below, dial inn
ing colors that harmonise with Its sur
roundings the animal when motionless
loses the appaartiitcs Of solidity aud
blends with the background so nicely
that II often escapes the eye. The law
applies alike to quadrupeds,, birds,
fishes and insects, and seems to be a
part of nature’s scheme of protective
coloration.
It is not often that science Acknowl
edges herself at fault in ait Apparently
simple matter, but she frankly does r.n
in regard to the color and marking of
it large proportion of birds' eggs. A
reason there must he for their infinite
diversity—it cannot be aft aesthetic
one, and we all can say witli confidence
is that tlie ever-pervading instinct of
distrust is probably exhibited in egg
shells as in more important, things, and
the main idea in their scheme of color
ntion has been the securing of safety
from many enemies by harmonizing
them with their surroundings. But it
is a scheme fall of perplexing excep
tions, which any one can study for
himself at thin charming season.
The supply of lobster lias heeli stead
lly decreasing for live years past, nnd
various methods of artificial culture of
them have been tried in vain. Profes
sor Bumpus, of the American Museum
of Natural History, lias at last suc
ceeded, however In discovering the se
cret of success. Itls method Is lo keep
the water In which the lobster fry are
placed after batching,ln constant mo
tion, for if allowed to settle tlie fry
smother or devour each other. By this
means the young lobsters are success
fully reared, until, at the end of from
nine to sixteen days, they arc able to
take care of themselves. The United
States Fish Commission is arranging
to restock the waters along our coast
with lobsters reared in this way.
Folding flange Finder.
The officers of the British army have
been experimenting with anew range
finder, (lie Invention of Professor G.
Forbes, Fellow of tile Royal Society,
says the Scientific American. Tile offi
cial range finder nt present In use by
tlie Infantry Is the mekometer, hut so
Inaccurate Is this instrument, and so
1 exposed are tlie two men necessary
I for Its working, that it lias never been
used in action. Professor Forbes In
ids Invention has overcome this great
drawback, and lias devised a folding
range finder, which only requires one
man to operate It. The Forbes range
j finder consists of a six-foot folding
base, and a pair of binoculars, magni
■ lying twelve diameters. The whole In
: strument weighs three aud a half
pounds. On looking through the bi
noculars' the image of a balloon fitted
with a trail rope is shown projected
on the landscape. By moving a gradu
ated wheel the balloon appears to ad
vance or recede, so that the trail rope
I can be brought over any part or poiut
desired. This done, tlie range Is read
direct off tlie graduation. The great
! point about tlie Forbes range finder Is
that the man who takes the range need
J not expose himself, ns be can do bis
j work hidden behind a tree or cover of
any kind. Professor Forbes deinon
! struted the portability, practicability
| aud the accuracy of ills Instrument
while in South Africa, for he took
| pert in several engagements, nnd the
officers expressed a high opinion of its
qualities, so that its adoption by the
I War Office appears imminent.
Wlmt Slib Said.
A little sermon which will l>e appre
ciated by nurses and doctors was in
nocently preached by a small girl who
little knew the bearing of her tale.
Her mint bad been ill for a long time,
and someone asked Dorothy bow the
invalid was progressing. The Wash
ington Post thus reports tlie answer:
“She’s sick,” answered Dorothy.
“She Ims tlie worst headaches, and
she lias to stay in a dark room. But
she’s got lots of friends, nnd they try
to make her feel Better. They come
to see her every day, to see If there’s
anything they can do. They send tier
jelly aud things to make her want to
eat, but she doesn't cat a hit. Then
they’re always coming In to cheer her
up. It doesn’t seem to do much good,
hut,” she added, with an effort to
speak the speech of her elders, “she
bears Inflictions nobly!”
The number of pieces of separately
assessed real estate In New York City
Is 470,(340 this yce"
NO. 36.
BOYS ARE AU- ALIKE.
Ti* strange how tired some hoys become
When you have work for them to do;
How quickly when it cornea to play
They will their strength again renew.
It hurt# their eyes to study oft.
But then it does not hurt to read,
If it’s a jungle story book.
Or something that they think they need*,
To make them think of jolly fun,
For that’s one thing the hoys all like;
But when it conies to doing work
They’re apt to be upon u strike.
And you oft have to coax and coax
And sometimes have to pay them, too,
Before they think it is worth while
For them a littip work to do. .. jiiii
■ firmer
3
“William, have you any mis-spel
words?” “N-n-uo, sir!” “Then wlia,
have you got ’em on tho bill of fare
for?”-—Life.
"Bridget, did you call tlie boys?”
“liidade fill’ Oi called tiilm iverythlng
Oi cud think of. but they wouldn't git
up.”—Brooklyn Life.
“Her reception was a great success,
wasn't It?” "Yes. There was scarcely
au enemy of hers hut l’clt she ought to
come.”—Brookl y n Life.
Bertlm “Can site remember what
happened on her twenty sixth birth
day?” Bella “Yes: she was just
eighteen.”—Yonkers Statesman.
When lie’s most unsuccessful — •
Although it seems quite queer —
The bill collector’s sure lo nave *•
**is. A promising career.
—Philadelphia Press.
Tlie Mother—" Now. Lisle, did l teach
you to throw your clothes on the floor
ill tiiat disreputable way?” Elsie—
“ No. mamma; I learned myself.”—
Puck.
“I think it was a shame for tlie In
dians to bury their hatchets!” “Why?”
“Just think how lovely they would he
for decorative purposes/’—Detroit Free
Presfi.
Customer—“By tlie way, Mr. Cleaver,
when does a chicken become a fowl?’
Butcher—“ That is a matter that de
pends entirely upon the conscience of
tin* dealer.”—Boston Transcript.
“The doctor’s nil the while grumb
ling about 11is patients who won’t pay
their hills.” “I know it. He says ho
isn’t practicing medicine for his
health.”—Philadelphia Bulletin.
“Why do you cry o'er milk thirty spilled?’*
He answered with remorseful pain,
ei ’Tis easier to weep, good sir,
Than wait and milk the cow again.” M
—Washington Star. *
The Bride—“ There’s only one tiling
inoed/d to complete our happiness.” The
Groom “What is that, dearest?” The
Bride “I do wish my first husband
and your first wife would meet and get
married."—Detroit Free Press.
Nell--“ Just one month ago to-day
Stella and I agreed to point out each
other’s faults without reserve.” Bess
—“And arc you still doing it?” Nell—
“Oh, no. We haven’t spoken to each
other for twenty-nine days.”—Chicago
News. ,j
The Nocturnal Muskrat.
Although frequently seen swimming
and feeding in the daytime, the musk
rat. is nocturnal in its habits, spending
the greater part of the day during the
summer in burrows in 1 lie hanks of riv
ers and ponds, each burrow consisting
of a chamber with numerous exits un
der the surface of the water. During
the winter it lives in a cone-shaped hut
or house built during the fall among
the waving flags in the marshes. These
houses arc* made of roots, flags, grasses
and small pieces of water-soaked wood,
all cemented together by a sort of mor
tar made of clay and mud. While
comparatively smooth and even on the
inside, they are rough on the outside,
and resemble somewhat the haycocks
on newly mown meadows. They are
located in water varying from two to
four feet in depth, and are built up to
the height of two or three feet above
the surface of the water, leaving room
for an air chamber within, which
forms the nest. Thus the houses are
from three to six feet in height, and
each oik? contains from four to nine
muskrats. Three or four channels or
“leads” are cut in different directions
from the centre, for ingress and egress,
the material thus displaced being used
in strengthening the foundations. Be
low tlie water Hue the houses are of
hare mud inside, with a floor of sticks
and grasses a few inches above the
water. They are similar to beaver
lodges, but are far inferior in design,
workmanship and durability. Being
roughly constructed they are more
easily repaired or replaced when dam
aged or destroyed.
Known liy Her Scent.
Womeu who habitually use a certain
perfume come to bo known by their
scent. Most of the famous women of
history had their favorite ottos, or at
tars. Queen Victoria was partial to
opopnnax. Cleopatra’s choice was jas
mine. Scmlrnmis preferred otto of J
roses, made from tile fragrant dam- 4
asks in her own hanging gardens Jr; 4
Babylon. The Queen of Sheba use %
an otto made of cinnamon. Musk w* I
popular among the great ladies
France in the time of Louis XV. Won
en of this day use violet, Jockey
white rose, heliotrope, verbena, vanilla,
tuberose, jonquil, etc.—New York Press. 4
When It's a Hlchhliik.
A national (Telit is a national lilessiug
to thosu who hold the flUt-edged securi
ties.—New York News.
A Sad Commentary.
It is a sad commentary on human na
ture when beiut; good to your mother
is a subject of remark.