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THE SUNNY SOUTH.
AUGUST IS, 1906.
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hirteen enjoys among nu
merals a dual position pe
culiarly .Its own. It is
somewhat singular that a
number regarded by some
dfk so sacredly as to be rev-
£JE1 ercntly venerated should
liave acquired in the eyes
. of others an unpopularity
, stigmatized by all that is
evil, unlucky and unde-
I if slcable.
Passing swiftly from the
remoted nges of supersti
tion to more modem times of seemingly
sounder reasoning, one finds it typical
alike of good and evil according to the
particular circumstances of the case.
Superstition dies hard, and while the
twentieth century, with its ripening in
telligence, is wonderfully able to accept
with alacrity what the revolution of
ages has brought about In so many de
sirable directions one sees it clinging here
and there, like limpets to the rock, some
persons even still going so far ns to re-
Cuse to dine in a company of thirteen
lest death should thereby claim too soon
an unwilling victim. This notion is pop
ularly supposed to have arisen through
the memorable meal from which Judas
rose to meet Ms doom.
CHRIST MAKES THE THIRTEENTH
Nothing Is more surprising than the
Inconsistency and contrariness, at times,
of the human race. Hr. G. Russell
Forbes haa reoently drawn passing at
tention to what is recorded in’ verse on
the marble table in the chapel of the Tri
clinium Pauperuin in Rome, adjoining
the Church of St. Gregory on the Caelian
hill—namely, that Pope Gregory the
Great was in the habit of entertaining
every morning twelve poor men. On
one occasion Christ appeared as the
thirteenth, and henceforth thirteen be
came “luoky" for the time being.
Here, as elsewhere in the numeral
world, may be observed a strong ten
dency to let fancy take so powerful a
possession of the mind that it appears to
that abnormal Imagination no longer os
fancy, but as fact. Thirteen, however,
was tlie symbol of death considerably
earlier even than the beginning of the
Christian era. If tho tarot or gypsies’
gospel be referred to it will he found
that the thirteenth card is represented
by a skeleton with his scythe.
UNLUCKY, SAYS SCANDINAVIANS
This symbolism may ho traced through
ancient oral tradition to the thirteenth
letter of that sacred word of the Hebrew
Kabbalah, Yod-he-vau-lie, a word never,
It is supposed, uttered by thq Israelites
themselves and only by the high priest
once a year. A number being attributed
to each letter of the alphabet, every
word in due course guined a numerical
value, and so from this ancient concep
tion of an occult meaning in numbers
certain results were attained. As the
principal doctrines of the Kabbalah en
deavored to portray not only the nature
of the Deity, the divine emanations, the
cosmogony, the creation, tlie nature of
the angels and of men, but also their
destiny, it can be understood how
“death” became associated with its
“own” number.
Sitting down as the thirteenth at din
ner was, as we are told in the old Norse
mythology, deemed “unlucky” by the
Scandinavians, because at a banquet in
the Valhalla Loki, tlie Scandinavian god
of strife and evil, intruded himself on
one occasion, making the “thirteenth”
guest, and succeeded in ills desire to kill
with an arrow of mistletoe Balder, the
god of peace. It is noticeable that in
tills instance the thirteenth guest was the
emblematic embodiment of evil. In the
case of Pope Gregory the thirteenth
guest was the symbolic omen of good.
REGARDED AS SACRED NUMBER.
“Thirteen,” say’s Wynn Westcott, in
his treatise on numbers, '*wus tlie sa
cred number of the Mexicans and the
people of Yucatan. The method of com
putation among the Mexican priests,” he
continues, ”wais 'by weeks of thirteen
days—their year toeing twenty-eight weeks
of thirteen days and one over. Thirteen
years formed an Indiction—a week of
years—the thirteen days over forming
another week. Four times thirteen, or
fifty-two, was thoir ‘cycle.’ Jn Yucatan
there were thirteen snake gods.” He
draws attention, too, to the fact that
old authors speak of thirteen 01s a num
ber used to procure agreement among
married people. Thirteen it should be SeQd f & Trial Sample of This
pointed out. Is tlie number of the lie- r
Washington when raising tlie republican
standard was saluted with thirteen guns.
It might almost be styled the “Land of
Thirteen.”
BISMARK WAS SUPERSTITIOUS.
A remarkable example in evidence of
tlie influence which personal feelings may
have over one's opinion is worth recall
ing. Bismarck is credited with holding
in supreme veneration the number 3,
hut he had a particular antipathy to it
when preceded by the figure I and would
never, it is said, sit down to dine If the
happened to be the thirteenth person at
table. Pythagoras declared three to be
the “perfect” number, typical of “be
ginning, middle and end.” Bismarck's
reasons for this predilection were briefly
stated at the time of his death.
He served three masters; he was re
sponsible for and fought in three great
wars; lie signed three treaties of peace;
he arranged the nleeting of three emper
ors; lie established the triple alliance; in
tlie Franco-German war lie had three
horses killed under him; he had three
names (Bismarck, Hehoenhausen and
Latienberg); lie acquired three titles,
(count, prince, duke); the ancient arms
of his family are a loaf of clover and
three oak leaves. His family motto, "In
Trlnttate Robur” (('Strength in Trinity”)
was surely in Itself sufficient to give a
leaning in this particular direction.
So closely were his feelings associated
with the triple number that the carica
turist represented him witli three hairs
on his head. He haa three children.
Under liis administration the conserva
tives, national liberals and ultramontanes
were formed. These circumstances con
sidered, then, it is hardly to be wondered
at that Bismarck should have had a pen
chant for ”3” rather than for ”13.”
LUCK IN ODD NUMBERS
Richard Wugner, the musician, on the
other hand, preferred ”13.” Born in
1813, Fate endowed him with a name
of thirteen letters and in course of time
ullowed him to compose thirteen works.
Ilis “Tannhauser” was finished on April
13 and was first performed in Paris on
March 13. He left Bayreuth on Septem
ber 13 and died February 13.
Even 1n the present year of grace folks
may Ibe found firmly tfelieving that
there 1s “luck in odd numbers”—not alone
In 3 and 13 but In 7 also. As shown in
a former paper, like “3” and ”13," ”7”
Jias played no Inconspicuous part In the
story of tho past. Had Cobden been a
man of constitution a little less matter
ol' fact ho might have dwelt with a sense
of satisfaction on tlie number 7; for
was it not owing to the power of seven
men and the patienco of seven years
that those crushing corn laws were in the
end so completely conquered and over
thrown ?
“Luck will come if It can,” was, in
Bubstance, what Carlyle once tersely and
soundly predicted. To which one ven
tures to add: “Yes. and in the train of
three and seven and thirteen respectively,
and in spite of rather than because of
any particular number.”
LUCKY AT ROULETTE.
The reflection carries with it an amaz
ing amount of comforting consolation.
But It should not he forgotten that while
awaiting Its appearance one may be ac
tually speeding Its advent In a calm
pursuance of the Chelsea philosopher’s
sensible counsel: “Work—work hurd;
work well.”
An Instance in which this may be seen,
and in association with the so-called “un
lucky” number Is the time-honored and
still popular game or whist. Thirteen
cards are dealt out to and rigorously de
manded by each player. It depends
largely, of course, upon the player him
self whether those thirteen cards are
turned to his advantage or disadvantage.
One more remark about 13. At roul
ette, quite recently, “13” was reported
as having come up “three times in suc
cession," losing the casino, it was stated
no less than £5,000 -enough, one would
think, to upset the prejudiced attitude of
many a superstitious mind. The case
strikingly hears out the contention ad
vanced above. The winners found 13
lucky; the casino found 13 unlucky. How,
under these particular conditions, could
It possibly bo any other wise?—Cham
bers' Journal.
spared to provide for its wants. It is
hoped that the exertions now being mude
will render the necessity but of short
duration, but the history of the army has
has shown that the country can require
on the way you would relent,” said
Mrs. Taylor.
“But there are many reasons; and
above ail Sister Theresa needs me.”
It was the voice of Olivia, a little
no sacrifice too great for its patriotic flower, a little more restrained than 'I
■devotjpn.
“ 'Soldiers, you tread, with no unequal
steps, the road by which your fathers
marched through olTspring. privation and
blood 'to Independence!
“•'Continue to emulate in the future,
as you have in the past, their valor in
arms, their patient endurance of hard
ships, their high resolve to be free,
which no trial could shake, no bribe se
duce, no danger appal, and be assured
that the Just God. who crowned their ef
forts with success, will, in His own gooi
time, send down His blessings upon
yours. (Signed),
" ’R. E. LEE, Gtneral.’ "
had known it.
“But think of the rose gardens that
are waiting for us out there!” said the
less questions I wished to ask; but her
calmness and poise were disconcerting.
She had not, apparently, the slightest
curiosity about me; and there was no
Teason why she should have—I knew that
well enough! He eyes met mine easily;
their azure depths puzzled me. She was
almost, but not quite, some one I had
seen before, and It was not my wood-
other lady. They were showing her the I Iar,d Olivia. Her eyes, the soft curve of
The House of a Thousand
Candles
Continued from First Page.
INSTANT RELIEF
FROM CATARRH.
brew word achad—unity.
We find from the old Julian calendar
that the feast known as epulum Jovls
took place on November I and accord
ing to tlie breviary of Salisbury festivals
were, before the reformation, held on
January 13, August 13, October 13 and
September I 3.—
In opposition to this the Turks, Rus
sians, Italians, French find English liave
all shown themselves more or less preju
diced from time to lime against thirteen.
Moore in his diary refers- to a dinner of
thirteen at Mtne. Catnlini's, when a
French countess was hastily summoned
to remedy the grievance.
LONDON THIRTEENTH CLUB,
French prejudice, if report be true, lias
even gone so far as to deplete the
dreaded figure from tlieir door number*,
while individuals styled quartoziennes
have held themselves in readiness to
avert by their presence a supposed fore
shadowing calamity. Yet prior to 1825
the Irish, superstitious in many ways
though they be. could calmly carry about
with them a coin worth 13 pence.
Thirteen—the “baker's dozen”—Is. of
course, everywhere regarded as Includ
ing a vantage loaf. “Would you not,"
pertinently asks Dr. Forbes in contend
ing for the luck lurking in thirteen,
“rather have 13 guineas than 12?”
A thirteenth club at one time made It
self conspicuous in a ludicrous endeavor
to upset this widely spread prejudice and
other ill-foreboding omen* hy boldly
breaking mirrors and otherwise Identi
fying themselves with skulls and skele
tons, black cats, cross-eyed waiters and
coffin-shaped salt cellars, so that the
Spectator in 1894 found itself unable *.o
refrain from fucetlously exclaiming:’
“Who could have bellewed that there
were 169 men in London so singularly
lacking in humor?"
THIRTEEN IN AMERICAN HfSTORY
Mention might also be made of the cele
brated "Thirteenth regiment,” of which it
was said: “Gallant deeds in all parts of
the globe for upward of 108 years, com
bined with excellent conduct in quarters,
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spect of the country and tho queen
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Leaves from an Old
Scrap Book
Continued from Second Page.
instill Into the minds of their troops
testimony of its ! dissatisfaction with tlieir government and i quickly and addressed' the two women
tor of my grandfather’s estate, would
come to Glenariu without seeing me.
"Sister Theresa told me this morning
lie was here, tile called on her and Miss
Devereux last night. I haven't seen him
myself. I thought possibly I might run
into him in the village. Ilis cur's very
likely on the station switch."
“No doubt we shall find him there,” I
answered easily.
The Annaandale station presented an
appearance of unusual gaiety when we
reached the main street of the village.
There, to be sure, lay a private car on
tho siding, and on the platform was a
group of twenty or more girls, witli sev
eral of tlie brown-habited sisters of St.
Agatha. There was something a little
foreign in tlie picture; the girls in their
bright colors talking gaily, the sisters
in tlieir somber garb hovering about, sug
gestlug France or Italy rather than Indi
ana.
”1 came here with the Idea that St.
Agatha's was a charity school,” I
murked to the chaplain.
“Not a bit of it! Sister Theresa Is
reully a swell, you know, and her school
is hard to get into.”
"I’m glad you warned me in time. I
had thought of sending over a sack of
Hour occasionally, or a few bolts of
calico to help on the good work. You’ve
saved my life.”
”1 probably have. I might mention
your good intentions to Sister Theresa.
“Pray don't. If tiiere's any dunger of
meeting iier on that platform—”
"No; she isn't coining down. I’m sure.
But you ought to know her,—if you will
pardon me. And Miss Devereux is
charming,—but really 1 won’t mean to be
annoying.”
"Not in tlie least. But under tlie cir
cumstances,—tlie will and my probation
ary year,—you can understand—”
"Certainly. A man's affairs are liis
own, Mr. Glenarm.”
We stepped upon file platform. The pri
vate car was on tlie opposite side of the
station and had been switched into a
siding of the east and west road. Pick
ering was certainly getting on. The pri
vate car, even more than tlie yacht, is
the symbol of plutocracy, and gaping
rustics were evidently impressed by it*
grandeur. As 1 lounged across the plat
form with Stoddard, Pickering came out
Into tlie vestibule of Ills car, followed
by two ladies and an elderly gentleman.
They all descended and began a prome
nade of the plank walk.
Pickering saw me an instant later and
came up hurriedly, with outstretched
hand.
“Tills is Indeed good fortune! We drop
ped off here last night rather unexpect
edly to rest a hot-box and should have
been picked up by the midnight express
for Chicago; but there was a miscar
riage of orders, somewhere and we now
liave to wait for the 9 o'clock, and it's
late. If I'd know how much behind it
was 'I should have run out to see yc-u.
How are tilings going”
"As smooth as a whistle! It really
isn't so bud when you face it. And the
fact is I'm actually at work.”
"That's splendid. The year will go fast
enough, never fear. I suppose you pine
for a little human society now and then.
A man can never strike the right medium
in such tilings. In New York we are all
rushed to death. I sometimes feel that
I'd like a little rustication myself. 1 get
nervous, and working for corporations is
wearing. Tlie old* gentleman there is
Taylor, president . of tlie 'Interstate and
Western. The ladles ure ills wife and a
friend of hers. I'd like to introduce you.”
Ho ran liis eyes over my corduroys and
leggings amiably. lie had not in years
addressed me so pleasantly.
Stoddard hod left me to go to the other
end of the platform to speak to some of
tlie students. I followed Pickerin
rather loathly to where the companions
of his travels were pacing to and fro in
the crisp morning air.
I laugh still whenever I remember
that morning at Annandalo station. As
soon as Pickering had got me well un
der way in conversation with Taylor, lie
excused himself hurried?y and went off,
as I assumed, to be sure the sfrition agent
had received orders for attaching the
private car to the Chicago express. Tay
lor proved to 'be a supercilious person—
I believe they call him Chilly Billy at
the Metropolitan Club—and our efforts to
converse were pathetically unfruitful. He
asked mo the value of land in my coun
ty, and as my Ignorance on this sub
ject was vast and illimitable, I cou'ld see
that he was forming u low opinion of
my character and intelligence. The two
ladies stood by, making no concealment
of their impatience. Their eyes were
upon the girls from St. Agatha's on the
other platform, whom they could see be
yond me. 'I had jumped the conversa
tlon from Indiana farm lands to the re
cent disorders in Bulgaria, which inter
ested me more, when Mrs. Taylor spoke
abruptly to her sister.
“That's she—the one in the gray coat,
talking to the clergyman. She came a
moment ago in the carriage.”
"The one with, the umbrella I thought
you said—”
Mrs. Taylor glanced at her sister warn-
ingly, and they both looked at me. Then
they sought to detach themselves und
moved away. There was some one on
the farther side of the platform whom
they wished to see, and Taylor, not un
derstanding their maneuver—he was
really anxious, I think, not to be left
alone with me—started down tlie plat
form after them, 1 following. Mrs. Tay
lor and her sister walked to the end of
tlie platform and looked across, a bis
cuit-toss away, to where Stoddard stood
talking to the girl I had already heard
described as wearing a gray cuoat and
carrying an umbrella. admirable traits.
Tlie girl in gray crossed the track
’any varied services.” j lukekarmness for tlie cause. The loi-
Attentlon may now bo turned to 6ev- j lowing orders appears in the Richmond
eral lately revived instances in the an- ! tapers:
nals of American history of ”13” being
(felicitous rather than the reverse. Tlia
oountry of this ever increasingly prosper
ous people was, it is contended, discov
ered on the 13th, comprised originally
thirteen states and tho national motto, in
tentionally or not, “E Piurlmus Unum,”
consisting of Just thirteen letters. The
American eagle claims to have exactly
thirteen feather* on each wing. General
” 'Headquarters Army of Northern
Virginia, January 22. 1864—Gen* ral Or
ders, No. 7: The commanding general
considers it due to the army to state
that the temnror.qry reduction cf rations
lias been cause,] by circumstances be
yond the control of those charged with
its support. Its welfare and comfort
are the objects of his constant and
earnest solicitude; and no effort has bean
cordially. Taylor's back was to her and
he was growing eloquent in a mild well-
bred way over the dullness of our states
men in not seeing the advantages that
would accrue to the United States in fos
tering our shipping Industry. His wife,
her’ sister and the girl in gray were so
near that I could hear plainly what they
were saying. They were referring ap
parently to the girl's refusal of an invi
tation to accompany them to California.”
“So you can’t go—It’* too bad! We
had hoped that when you really saw us
deference that elderly women always
liavs for pretty girls.
“Alas, and again alas!” exclaimed
Olivia. “Please don’t make it harder
for mo than necessary. But I gave my
promise a year ago to spend these holi
days in Cincinnati.
She ignored me wholly, and after sliak-
ing hands with the ladies returned to
!he other platform. I wondered whet he,
she was overlooking Taylor on purpose
to cut me.
Taylor was still at his lecture on the
needs of our American merchant marine
when Pickering passed hurriedly, crossed
the track and began speaking earnestly
to the girl In gray
“The American flag should oommind
the seas. What we need is not more
battle ships, but more frtight carriers— 1
Taylor was saying.
But I was watching Olivia Gladys
Armstrong. In a long skirt, witli her
liair caught up under a gray toque that
matched her coat perfectly, she was •lot
my Olivia of the tam-o’-shanter, who
liad pursued the rabbit; nor yet the un
sophisticated school girl, who had suffered
my Idiotic babble; nor, again, the dreamy
rapt organist of the chapel. She was a
grown woman with at least twenty sum
mers to her credit, and there was about
her an air of knowing the world, and of
not being at all a person one would
make foolish speeches to. She spoke
to Pickering gravely. Once she smiled
dolefully and shook her head, and I
vaguely strove to remember where 1
had seen that look in hfr eyes before.
Her gold heads, which 1 had once carried
In my pocket, were clasped tight about
the close collar of her dress; and I was
glad, very glad, that I had ever touenei
anything that belonged to her.
As the years go by we are going to
dominate trade more and more. Our
manufactures already lead tho world,
and what we make we’ve got to sell,
haven’t we?" demanded Taylor.
Certainly, sir,” I answered warmly.
Who wa s Olivia Gladys Armstrong,
and what was Arthur Pickering's ousi-
n f ss with her? And what was it siu
had said to me that evening when I had
found her playing on the chapel organ.’
So much happened that day that 1 had
almost forgotten, and, indeed, I had tried
to forget I had made a fool of myself
tor tiie edification of an amusing little
school girl. ”1 see you prefer to ignore
the first time I ever saw you,” she had
said; but if I had thought of this at all
It had been .with righteous self-contempt.
Or, I may liave flattered my vanity with
the reflection that she had eyed me
tier hero, perhaps—with wistful admira
tion across the wall.
Meanwhile the Chicago express roared
into Annadale and tlie private car was
attached. Taylor watched the trainmen
with the cool interest of a man for whom
the proceeding had no novelty, while he
continued to dilate upon the nation’s
commercial opportunities. I turned per
force, and walked with him back toward
tlie station, where Mrs. Taylor and her
sister were talking to tlie conductor.
Pickering came running across the plat
form with several telegrams In ids hand.
The express had picked up the car and
was ready to continue its westward Jour
ney.
“I’m awfully sorry, Glenarm. that our
stop’s so short,”—and Pickering's face
wore a worried look as he addressed me,
his eyes on the conductor.
“ITow far do you go?” I asked.
“California. We have interests out
there and I have to attend some stock
holders' meetings in Colorado in Janua
ry.”
“Ah. you business men! You business
men!” I said reproachfully. I wished to
call him a blackguard then and there,
and It was on my tongue to do so, but
I concluded that to wait until he had
shown his hand fully was the better
game.
The ladles entered the car. and I shook
hands with Taylor, who threatened to
scn,i me his pamphlet on The Needs of
American Shipping, when he got back
to New York.
“It’s too bad she wouldn't go with us.
Poor girl! this must he a dreary hole for
her; she deserves wider horizons,” ne
said to Pickering, who helped him upon
the platform of the car with what
secnie;] to be unnecessary preelpitat'on.
“You little know us,” I declared, for
Pickering's benefit. “Life at Annadale
is nothing if not exciting. The peopla
here are indifferent marksmen or ther’d
be murders galore.”
“Mr. Glenarm Is a good deal of a
wag," explained Pickering dryly, swing
ing himself aboard as the train started.
"Yes; it’s my humor that keeps me
alive,” I responded, and taking off my
hat, I saluted Arthur Pickering with my
broadest salaam.
CHAPTER XV.
I MAKE AN ENGAGEMENT.
The southbound train had not arrived
and as I turned away the stalon agent
ugain changed its time on the bulletin
board. It was now due in ten minutes.
A few students had boarded the Chicago
train, but a greater number still waited
on the farther platform. The girl in
gray was surrounded by half a dozen
students, all talking animatedly. As I
walked toward them I could not justify
my stupidity In mistaking a grown wo
man for a school girl of fifteen or six
teen; but it was the tam-o’-shanter, tlie
short skirt, the youthful joy in the out
door world that had disguised her as
effectually as Rosalind to the eyes of
Orlando in the forest of Arden. She was
probably a teacher—quite likely the
teacher of music, I argued, who had
amused herself at my expense.
It had seemed the easiest tiling in the
world to approach her with an apology
or a farewell, but those few Inches added
to her skirt and that pretty gray toque
substituted for the tam-o'-shanter set up
a barrier that did not yield at all as I
drew nearer. At the last moment, as I
crossed the track and stepped upon the
other platform, it occurred to me that
while 1 might liave some claim upon the
attention of Olivia Gladys Armstrong, a
wayward school girl of athletic taste, l
had none whatever upon a jerson whom
it was proper to address as Miss Arm-
strong—who was, i feit sure, quite capa
ble of snubbing me if snubbing fell in
with her mood.
She glanced toward me and bowed In
stantly. Her young companions withdrew
to a conservative distance; and I will
say this for the St. Agatha girls: their
her cheek, the light In her hair—but the
memory of another time, another place,
another girl, lured only to baffle me.
She laughed—a little murmuring laugh.
“I'll never tell if you won't,” she said.
“But I don't see how that helps me
with you?"
“It certainly does not! That is a much
more serious matter, Mr. Glenarm.”
“And the worst of it Is that I haven't
a single thing to say for myself. It
wasn't tlie not knowing that was so
utterly stupid—”
"Certainly not! It was talking that
ridiculous twaddle. It was trying to
flirt with a silly school girl. What will
do for fifteen Is somewhat vacuous for—”
Site paused abruptly .colored and
laughed.
“1 am twenty-seven!”
“And I am Just the usual age,” she
said.
' Ages don't count, but time is Import
ant. There are many things I wish you'd
tell me—you who hold the key of the
gate of mystery.”
“Then- you’ll have to pick the lock!”
She laughed lightly. The somber sis
ters patrolling the platform with their
charges heeded us little.
“I had no Idea you knew Arthur Pick
ering—when you were just Olivia In tho
tam-o’-shanter.”
“Maybe you think he wouldn't have
cared for my acquaintance—as Olivia in
the tnm-o -slianter. Mon are very
queer!”
"But Arthur Pickering 1* an old
friend of mine.”
"So he told me.”
“We were neighbors in our youth.”
“I believe I have heard him mention
it.”
“And we did our prep school together,
and then parted!”
"You tell exactly the same story, so It
must lie true. He went to college and
you went to Tech.”
“And you knew him—?” I began, my
■uriosity thoroughly aroused.
“Not at college, any more than I knew
you at Tech.”
'1 he train's coming,” I said earnestly,
"und f wisli you would tell me—when I
shall see you again!"
"Before we part fo r ever?” There was
a mischievous hint of the Olivia in short
skirts in her tone.
Please don't suggest It! Our times
have been strange and ifew. There was
that first night, when you called to me
from tlie lake.”
How impertient! How dare you—
remember that?”
"And there was that other encounter
at the chapel porch. Neither you nor
had the slightest business there. I
admit my own culpability.”
She colored again.
“But you spoke as though you under
stood what you must have heard there.
It Is important 'for me to know. I
have a right to know Just what you
meant by that warning.
Real distress showed In her face for
an instant. The agent and hi* helpers
rushed the last baggage down the plat
form, and tlie rails hummed their warn
ing of the approaching train.
"I was eavesdropping on my own ac
count,” she said hurriedly and with a
note of finality. ‘U was there by in
tention, and”—there was another hint
of the tam-o’-shanter Jn the mirth that
seemed to bubble ifor a moment in her
throat—“it’s too bad you didn't see me,
for I had on my prettiest gown, and the
fbg wasn't good for It. But you know
as much of what was said there as I
do. You are a man. and I have heard
that you have had some experience in
taking care of yourself, Mr. Glenarm.”
“To be sure; but there are times—"
“Yes, there are times when the odds
seem rather heavy. I liave noticed that
myself.”
She smiled, but for an Instant the sad
look came into her eyes—a look that
vaguely but insistently suggested an
other time and place.
“I want you to come back,” I said
boldly, ifor tlie train was very near, and
I felt that the eyes of the Sisters were
upon us. "You can not go away where
I shall not find you!”
I did not know who tills girl waa, her
home, or her relation to the school, but
I knew that her life and mine had
touched strangely ;tbat her eyes were
blue, and that her voice had called to
me twice through the dark, in mockery
once and In warning another time, and
that the sense of having known her be
fore. of having looked into her eyes,
haunted me. The youth in her was so
luring; she was at once so Ifrank and so
guarded,—breeding und the taste and
training of an ampler world than that
of Annandale were so evidenced in the
witchery of her voice, Jn the grace and
ease that marked her every motion, in
the soft gray ton* of hat, dress and
glove*, that, that a new mood, a new
hope und faith sang in my pulse*.
There, on the platform, I felt again the
sweet heartache I had known as a boy,
when mountains sent the last snows
singing in Joy of their spring first
warmed the Vermont hillsides and the
release down through the brook-beds
and into the wakened heart of youth.
-She met my eyes steadily.
“If I thought there was the slightest
chance of my ever seeing you again I
shouldn't be talking to you here. But
I thought, I thought it would be good
fu nto see how you really talked to a
grown-up. So I am risking the dis
pleasure otf these good Sisters Just to
test your conversa t4?nal powers, Mr.
Glenarm. You see how perfectly frank
I am.”
“But you forgot that I can follow you
I don't Intend to sit down in this hole
and dream about you. You can’t go
anywhere but I shall follow and find
you.”
"That Is finely spoken. Squire Glen
arm! But I 'imagine you are hardly
likely to go far from Glenarm very soon.
It isn’t, of course, any of my affair;
and yet 1 don’t hesitate to say that I
feel perfectly safe from pursuit!”—and
-he laughed her little low laugh tti .
was delicious in its mockery.
1 felt the blood mounting to my cheek.
She knew, then, that I was virtually a
prisoner at Glenarm. and ifor once in my
life, at least, I was ashamed of my
folly that had caused my grandfather to
hold and check me from the grave, as
lie had never been able to control me in
his* life. The whole countryside knew
why I was at Glenarm, and that did
not matter; but my heart rebelled at th*
fortune Is a more serious matter. I’m
sorry we shall not meet again. It would
be pleasant to discuss the subject fur-
tfier. It Interest* me particularly.”
“In three day* I shall see you,” I
•aid.
She was instantly grave.
“No! Please do not try. It would
be a great mistake. And, anyhow, you
can hardly come to my party without
being invited.”
“That matter Is closed. Wherever you
are on Christmas Eve I shall find you.”
I said, and felt my heart leap, know
ing that 'I meant what I said.
“Goodby,” she said, turning away. "I'm
sorry I shan’t ever chase rabbits at
Glenarm any more.”
“Or paddle a canoe, or play wonderful
celestial music on the organ.”
“Or be an eavesdropper or hear
pleasant words from the master of Glen
arm—”
"But I don’t know where you are going
—you haven’t told me anything—you are
slipping out Into the world—”
She did not hear or would not answer.
She turned away, and was at once sur
rounded hy a laughing throng that
crowded about the train. Two irown-
robed Sisters stood like sentinels, one at
either side, as she stepped Into the- car.
I was conscious of a feeling that from
the depths of their hoods they regarded
me with un-Chrlstian disdain. Through
the windows I could see the students
fluttering to seats, and the girl in gray
seemed to be marshaling them. The
gray hat appeared at a window for an
instant, and a smiling face gladdened,
I am sure, the guardians of tlie peace
at St. Agatha's, for whom it was In
tended.
The last trunk crashed into the bag
gage car, every window framed for a
moment a girl's face, and the train was
gone.
of turtl e soup and bring it back to t&e
states. —
The promoters of the company ara
Joseph Oberhofer, a chef, whose duty is
to prepare the soups for a big hotel;
John B. Restle and William Seigmeier.
Mr. Oberhofer said: “We have incor
porated for $35,000. I have done this be
fore. In 1895 I went with a schooner
from New York to Jentral America.
The trip cost $18,000, and we realized
$40,000.
“We hired natives to turn the turtles
over on the beach and get them to the
ship. Fifty cents was paid for turning
and 50 for landing them. Each weighs
two or three hundred pounds. The turtles
go uip on tlie low islands at night to lay
their eggs. They are turned, and In Mr,
morning six or eleht of them are tied
together and got into the water. Thej»
make their own way to the ship, for they
naturally try to get into deep water.
Tlieir location is kept by a little flag tied
to them.
“We are going to New York to get our
vessel. It will be some little Nova Scotia
fishing schooner and will not cost more
than $6,000. Then we will have to have
a. cooking outfit, captain, a mate, three
sailors and a tinner to solder the cans.
Mr. Seigmeier and I will go, aud Mr.
Restle will stay here to look after tins
end of the oiler aoid steamer for the
canning, and I will make the soup. We
will can thirty to forty head a day or
10,000 cans a day. We will can 200,000
cans altogether. Tlie season will last
from the middle of July to the middle of
September.”
THE FLIGHT, CAPTURE AND IM-
prisonment of Jefferson Davis.
Continued from Second Page.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE PASSING OF OLIVIA.
Bates brought a great log and rolled
It upon exactly the right spot on the
andirons, and a great constellation of
sparks thronged up the chimney. T1
old relic of a house—I called the estab
lishments by many names, but this was.
I think, my favorite—could be heated
in all Its habitable parts, as Bates had
demonstrated. The halls were of glacial
temperature these cold days, but my
room above, the dining room and the
great library were comfortable enough.
I threw down a book and knocked the
ashes from my pipe.
“Bates!”
“Yes, sir.”
"I think my spiritual welfare is in
Jeopardy. I need counsel—a spiritual ad
viser.”
I m afraid that's beyond me, sir ”
“I'd like to invite Mr Stoddard to din
ner so 'I may discuss my soul's health
with him at leisure.”
“Certainly, Mr. Glenarm.”
But it occurs to me that probably
the terms of .Mr. Glenarni’s will point
to my complete sequestration here. In
other words, I may forfeit my rights by
asking a guest of dinner.”
He pondered the matter for a moment
then readied:
”1 should think, sir,—as you ask my
opinion,-that In the case of a gentleman
in holy orders there would be no impro
priety. Mr. Stoddard is a fine gentleman-
I heard your late grandfather speak of
him very highly.”
“That, I imagine. Is hardly conclusive
In the matter. There Is the executor—”
."To be sure; I hadn't considered him.”
"Well, you’d better consider him. He's
the court of last resort. Isn't he?”
“Well, of course, that's one way of
looking at It, sir."
“I suppose there's no chance of Mr.
Pickering dropping in on us now and
then.”
He gazed at me steadily, unblinkinglv
and with entire respect.
“He’s a good deal of a traveler, Mr.
Pickering is. He passed through only
thl s morning, so the mail boy told me.
You may have met him at the station.”
“Oh, yes; to be sure; so I did!” I re
plied. I was not as good a liar as Bates,
and there was nothing to be gained by
denying that I had met the executor in
the village. “I had a verj- pleasant talk
with him. He was on the way to Cali
fornia with several friends.”
“That is quite his way, I understand,—
private cars and long Journeys about the . „
country. A very successful man is Mr the beautiful clty - was regretted by
Pickering. Your grandfather had great n ° ne SO much as by those who ha<i In '
' noeentl3- caused it.
government would return under happier
auspices. It was doubly fortunate that
Jefferson Davis had some time before
sent his ifamily further south, and that
the majority of the government officers
and many of the leading citizens had
followed ids advice to do the same. Thus
relieved from anxiety as to the safety
of their dear ones, and untrammeled by
the necessity of providing for their trans
portation from the city at such short
notice, both officials and citizens could
and did give tlieir undivided attention to
more public affairs.
BURNING THE TOBACCO.
One of the last official acts of the con
federate government before its departure
from the capital was an order given to
General Ewell, the commander of the
troops guarding the city, to burn ail the
tobacco stored in the city, unless its
owners could remove it to a place of
safety. This order was in obedience to
an act passed toy the congress making it
imperative on military and naval com
manders to destroy all tobacco or public
property, whenever the alternative was
to allow* it to fail into the hands of the
enemy. It was “hard lines” indeed for
the confederates to set fire to their own
property-, but it had to be done, and so
the torch was applied. The arsenal, how
ever, and several other city and state
buildings were exempted from the gen
eral destruction, because from their lo
cation their burning would have endan
gered the whole city. It was the wish
and hope of the government that no pri
vate property should be destroyed.
General Ewell held hasty but careful
conferences with the mayor and city
council, and every possible precaution
was taken to prevent a general con
flagration. But playing with edged tools
Is at all times an unwise proceeding,
and everyone knows that “fire- is a
better servant than master.” It proved
so in the present Instance. Once the
flames were set loose, they took the law
Into their own grasp. A high wind
scattered burning shingles and sparks far
and wide, and not only the public build
ings Intended to be destroyed were swept
away, but a large portion of the city
went with them. This unhappy con
flagration took place on the morning of
the 3rd of April, 1805.
It was generally reported at the time
that the confederate government had
committed a deliberate act of vandalism
in the burning of Us capital. rather
than permit it to fall into the hands of
the federals. It was long before the
truth as given above waa known and ac
knowledged. As a matter of fact, the
conflagration that destroyed so much of
great
confidence in him, did Mr. Glenarm.”
Ah, yes! A fine Judge of character
my grandfather was! I guess John Mar
shall Glenarm could spot a rascal about
a s far as any man in his day.”
I felt like letting myself go before this
masked scoundrel. The density of ills
mask was an increasing wonder to me.
Bates was the most incomprehensible
human being I had ever known. I liud
been torn with a thousand conflicting
emotions since I overheard him discuss
ing the state of affairs at Glenarm house
with Pickering in the chapel porch; and
Pickering's acquaintance with the girl in
gray brought new elements into tlie af
fair that added to my uneasiness. But
here wa s a treasonable dog on whom the
stress of conspiracy had no outward ef
fect whatever.
It was an amazing situation, but it
called for calmness and eternal vigilance.
With every hour my resolution grew to
stand fast and fight it out in my own
account without outside help. A thou
sand times during the afternoon I had
heard the voice of tlie girl in gray say
ing to me: “You are a man, and I have
heard that you liave had some experi-
President Davis, who
was at first held by many to be chiefly
responsible for the destruction, was one
of its chief mourners. He had left the
city on the previous night, that of the
2nd of April, and was. therefore, absent
when the fire was started. His first
thought, when the sad news was brought
him, was that tne federal troop* had
burned private property in revenge for
the loss of tlie stores and public build
ings. Not until General Eweu, who es
caped from the city with difficulty, re
ported, did he learn the true facts in the
case.
It may be as well Just here to refer
to two other charges made against
against President Davis connected with
liis retreat from Richmond. It was said
that General Lee was obliged to eva
cuate Petersburg and subsequently to
surrender, because Mr. Davis had failed
to provide food and other needed sup
plies for the support of the army. That
this charge was utterly without founda
tion need scarcely be said. In the first
place. It was no part of his duty to look
utter the rations of the army. Thi*
„ . . ., .. i dutj belonged to the war department,
ence in taking care ot yourself, Mr. Glen- , ....
,, , and especially to its commissary. When
manners are beyond criticism, and an ! thought that this girl knew and mocked
affable discretion is one of their most | lne wit h her knowledge.
•I shall see you Christmas Eve,” 1
“I didn't know they ever grew up so j sai(J •'•wherever you may be.’
fast—:!n a day and a night!" j ,. Ia t hree days? Then you will come
1 was glad to remember the number of Christmas Eve party. I shall
beads In her chain; the item seemed at . b flighted to see you—and flattered!
ice to become important. j* st th f nk of throwing away a fortune
“Its the air, I suppose. It s praised Jusl
by excellent critics, as you may learn i satisfj one
from the catalogue."
“But you are going to an ampler ether,
a diviner air. You have attained the
beatific state and at once take flight.
If they confer perfection like an acade
mic degree at St. Agatha's, then—”
I had never felt so stupidly helpless In
my life. There were a thousand thing*
X wished to say to her; there were count-
curiosity! I’m sur
prised at you, but gratified, on the
whole, Mr. Glenarm!”
“I shall give more than a fortune,
I shall give the honor I have pledged
to my grandfather's memory to hear
your voice again.”
"That Is a great deal—for so small a
voice; but money, fortune! A man will
risk hi* honor readily enough, but hi*
arm.
It was both a warning and a challenge
and the memory of the words was at
once sobering and cheering.
Bates waited. Of him, certainly, I
should ask no questions touching Olivia
Armstrong. To discuss her with a black
guard servant even to gain answers to
baffling questions about her was not to
my liking. And thanx God! I taught
myself one thing, if nothing more, in
those day* at Glenarm house: I learned
to bide my time.
“I’ll give you a note to Mr. Stoddard
in the morning. You may go now."
“Yes, sir.”
The note was written and dispatched.
The chaplain was not at his lodgings,
and Bates reported that he had left the
message. The answer came presently
by the hand of the Scotch gardner, Fer
guson, a short, wiry, raw-boned speci
men. I happened to open the door my
self, and brought him Into the library
until I could read Stoddard’s reply. Fer
guson had, I thought, an uneasy eye,
and his hair, of an ugly carrot color, an
noyed me.
Mr. Paul Stoddard presents his compli
ments and would be delighted to dine
with me. He wrote a large even hand,
as frank and open as himself.
“That Is all, Ferguson.-- And the gard
ener took himself off.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WILL CAN THEM ON THE SPOT.
(From What To Eat.)
Three Milwaukee men have conceived
the brilliant idea of bringing Into dose
proximity, through the agency of a float
ing cannery, the green turtles of Central
America and the soup lovers of the
United States.
The floating cannery will sail to Costa
RJca under u* own oanvaa, can a cargo |
the evacuation of the capitol was seen
to be inevitable, the order was given by
the war department to the post commis
sary to pack up three hundred and fifty
thousand rations then in the city, and
“send up the Danville railroad.”
TOO LATE.
This order was received on the 2nd of
April, and was too late for action, as
all the limited available transportation
was already taken up for the archives,
bullion, and other government service.
All that could be done in accordance
with the order was to pack the pro
visions into every wg.gon and other ve
hicles that could be pressed into service,
and to start them as rapidly as possible
on the road towards Danville. The bulk
of these wagons fell into the hands Of
the federals, and many others were
burned to avoid the same fate.
The other charge referred to was
equally foolish and unjust. It was as
serted, and for a time generally be
lieved in certain quarters, that Presi
dent Davis took with him out of Rich
mond vast sums of money belonging to
the confederacy, to be applied to hi*
own personal use. With reference to
this charg.e General Sherman, who care
fully investigated the story after the
capture of Mr. Davis, wrote; “The thir
teen millions of treasure with which Jef
ferson Davis was to ‘corrupt our arm
ies. and buy his own escape,’ dwindled
down to the contents of a hand valltse.”
This quotation Is taken from the "Me
moirs of General Sherman,” and effect
ually disposes of a charge as absurd a*
it was false. The treasure of the con
federate states, like that of the United
States, was under fhe control of the sec
retary of the treasury, and not subject
to the arbitrary order of the president.
Mr. Davis could not. If he wonld, have
taken possession of the funds of the
government, and he would not. If be
could.
CTO BB CONTINUED^