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‘Bing in the New.”
T•-Richard AVhitelng. author
of “No. 5 John St.” In
terest is keener today than
ever before, perhaps, ip
the history of the world,
in the living and thinking
of “the other half” in
on the life and thought
of "the other hailf” in
London there is no better
or more sympathetic au
thority living than Rich
ard AVhiteing as he proved
in - 'Xo. 5 John Street.”
"King in the New” introduces Pmo,
twenty, orphaned, unworldy, unskilled,
with a scant thirty pounds between her
and starvation. Says Prue of her pros
pects: "How am I to get my togs for
Girton. with a sum like that?” “How
are you to get to Girton at all?” her
oonsin's reply, is poor Prue’s first reve
lations of the world's possibilities. What
life may mean to such a girl, what it
does mean to thousands of gently-bred,
gentlo-natured. incompetent working girls
in 1 .oralon. is told in "Ring in the New."
with Ernie's solution, if it really is a so
lution. and the solutions gained and
sought after by her friends-and acquaint
ances in this hard world. "There is no
escape from the Iron Law of brother
hood.” is the creed, a working creed, too,
of the,young socialist who is passionate
yet self-restrained, ardent but not bigot
ed. and who wins Prue to broader out
look and sympathies, first through her
fellowship with others of the working
class, then through her love of her
teacher. “Then came you ... to
make me feel tluit the only thing that
counts is to take one’s chances with the
race.”
"King in the New” is-a compelling nar
rative. brightened with many touches of
humor, for those who read only for the
story: for the more serious minded
reader, a suggestive, interesting and il
luminating record of a certain humble
phase of life in London, “that huge mass
of mankind who are left out of the reck
oning.”—The Century company, publish
ers, New’ York.
‘"Great Riches.”
By President: Charles W. Eliot, of Har
vard University: "The rapid increase in
the number of (millionaires in this coun
try has been a -constant text with social
ists and editors generally. But the very
rich are seldom 'given strict justice. There
Is something about the accumulation of
great wealth which causes its possessor
to be misjudged in all his actions. "The
suddenly rich man finds that the pre
sumptions a.rc. all against him, and the
public ear is open to the prosecuting at
torney, but shut to tne defense.”
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It is in the attitude of calm Inquiry
and quiet judgment that President Eliot,
of Harvard, studies this problem of
"Great Riches.” He notes the obliga
tions as well as the powers of the
moneyed class; the praise which is due
the creators of honest wealth; and the
need of publicity as a safeguard to busi
ness. Finally his tof.e is optimistic. “It
is quite necessary.” he says, “to feel
alarm about the rise of a permanent
class of very rich people.’ To transmit
great estates is hard. They get divided
or dispersed. . . . With rarest excep
tions the rich men of today are not the
sons of the rich men of thirty years ago,
but arc new men. It will be the same
thirty years hence.” The book contains
many torse, quotable sentences. Thomas
Y. Cromwell & Company, New York.
Father Pink.
A stirring new novel issued by Small,
Maynard & Co. is "Father Pink.” by A.
Wilson Barrett, the author of "The Sil
ver Pin." it is a lively narrative of the
wily machinations of a seemingly good-
natured and harmless priest, who has
schemes of his own for the benefit of
a favorite niece. Barge property rights
are involved, together with a hoarded
pile of diamonds, which have been singu
larly concealed for safekeeping. The hand
of the woman whose property is thus
at stake is sought toy two eager rivals,
whose fortunes are involved In the plot.
The custody of the diamonds, when at
last found, gives rise to exciting compli
cations. with the priest. Father Pink,
as the cleverest actor in the drama. It
is toy no means an ordinary man who can
elude obviously certain capture toy back
ing into a cage of trained lions with
whom he had previously made friends
for that purpose, and then retreating,
without possible pursuit, through a secret
passage.
Love Sonnets.
Love seems to be the strain of the
song of the modern poet no less than
that of the ancient bard, and no form
of verse is. perhaps, a more perfect em
bodiment of rhymed expression of this
sentiment than the sonnet. This fact
has led the publishing house of Small,
Maynard & Co. to prepare, under the
editorship of Laurens Maynard, an anth
ology entitled "Latter-Day Love Son
nets,” made tip of a notable group of
peoms of nearly one hundred writers of
the present day. both Britisli and Amer
ican. The collection forms a truly bril
liant galaxy of star love sonnets, giving
varied expression to vision and to experi
ence, and yet interwoven into a single
underlying theme. The volume itself is
the latest addition to the Love Sonnet
Series, which has become notatole for its
beautiful format-with its handsome face
of type, beautiful paper, initial letters
and border designs by Bertram Grosvenor
Goodhue, and with attractive and dig
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Blindfolded.
Stories of our most picturesque state—
California—have always possessed a pecu
liar fascination. The very names, Cali
fornia and San Francisco, have come to
spell for us vividness of color and a
strange touch of the oriental, and every
one feels the living charm of the phrase
"The Golden Gate.” Since the awful
disaster that befell San Francisco any
story depicting life as it existed before
the great earthquake takes on an added
quality of interest, becoming not only a
story but a record as well. This is the
case with “Blindfolded,” by Earle Ash
ley Walcott, from the press of the Bobbs-
Merrill Company. Its striking incidents
of San Francisco adventure, bringing in
the life of the Chinese quarter, and in
cluding a night excursion into the opium
dens of that district, possess now a de
gree of appeal even greater than would
have been the case a year ago. "Blind
folded” is Mr. Walcott's first long story,
but the gaucheries of the beginner do
not seemingly mar its effectiveness. As
a tale of unusual and unbroken adventure
it is unique in the season's output.
The Loves of Great Composers.
By Gustav Kobbe. The title of this
volume gives some idea of its unique
and interesting contents. Instead of
treating certain famous figures of
musical history in a formal way, Mr.
Kotobe draws aside the veil from ttieir
inner life and shows the men themselves
and the heart affairs which swayed or
molded their genius. The romances of
Mozart, Beethoven, Mendelssohn. Schu
mann, Chopin, Liszt and Wagner are
told, and many new facts are given, ami
old errors corrected. Thus the fact is
established that Beethoven’s "Immortal
Beloved” was not the Countess Guic-
ciardi, to whom he dedicated the “Moon
light Sonata." but her cousin. Countess
Therese Brunswick, and the story of the
courtship, engagement and separation is
fully told. Similarly, a widespread myth
regarding the Countess Potocka, who
sang for the dying Chopin, is here ex
ploded. Untranslated material furnishes
the basis of the Schumann, Liszt and
Wagner stories, replete with new and in
teresting data.
The book is genuinely entertaining and
informing, taking a chatty and narrative
form.—Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.. New
York.
“Further Fortunes of Pinkey Perkins”
By Captain Harold Hammond, iJnited
States army. The average boy in the
average village is happier than any king
—‘hough he never knows it till enchanted
tooyland lies behind him. Because Pinkey
is a boy in whom fathers recognize their
own youthful selves and whom all
•healthy lads are quick to claim as a com
rade, his adventures—this is the second
book of their telling—are good readln*
•for tooys of all ages. There isn’t a mean
liber in Pinkey; all his mischief is whole
some and aJbovc-board; out he was born
a leader, and the mischief he doesn’t
•think of in the course of a year simply
Isn't worlh thinking of—and what is more
deliciously funny than a iboy's innocent
mischier. It 13 said that Pinkey's ad
ventures are largely memories of Cap
tain Harold Hammond’s own young uays
—certainly they read like It.
“The Spirit of the Orient.”
By George William Knox. The awaken
ing of the east Is proving one of the
most Important and interesting problems
in the history of civilisation. Since the
discovery of America, no one event has
'been more significant. The results of the
Russo-Japanese war, on the one hand,
and the rapid growth of the United
States as a "world .power,'' with Ms east
ern possessions, on the other. Out inten
sify the profound import of this latest
phase in world annais.
While much has been written and said
concerning these eastern peoples, there
yet remains a widespread ignorance con -
cerning them. They have been alien for
no many centuries, that we of the west
cannot seems to grasp their genius and
spirit. It remains for such hooks as
tills of (Professor Knox to explain many
things hitherto dark. Me does not view
the orient with the cold aloofness of a
’’rank outsider,” but he displays a sym
pathy and intimate knowledge almost na
tive. Thus India with its admixture of
religions and jumbling of castes is re
vealed from within outwardly—much as
an East Indian himself would explain
China and Japan also are discussed in
an easy, discursive way which yet throws
a flood of light upon them. Professor
Kr.ox spent many years in the east, and
tne result is one of the most entertaining
and enlightening eastern books we have
seen. Thomas Y. Crowell Ac. Co., New
York.
Publication Notes.
Mr*. Mollie Lee Clifford has written a
new volume entitled “Polly, the Auto
biography of a Parrot." to be published
this autumn by H. M. Caldwell Com
pany, of Boston, in their Animal Auto
biographical Series. "Polly'' tell her
own story from the life in the jungles
of South America to the time she
reaches her home where loving care for
the future is promised her. She is a
mischievous bird, and often gets herself
and her mistress into much trouble, but
with it all she shows mueh common
sense, and tier life makes an entertain
ing as well as true story for young
readers.
Arthur Christopher Benson's "The Up
ton letters" (Putnam), those charming
ly urbane familiar essays—for such in
essence they are despite the epistolary
form—have run into a sixtli printing.
To chronicle this fact is a pleasure. We
like to connect it with the announce
ment that Mr. Paul Elmer More's "Shel
burne Essays,” also published by G. P.
Putnam's Sons, are finding a steadily
increasing vogue. Such successes as
these remind us that there is a saving
remnant of respectable proportions in
the great American reading public which
is on the alert to recognize what is
charming in manner and excellent in
matter-
“Garrick and His Circle.” by Mrs.
Clement Parson, which the Putnams will
publish early in October, is first of a! a
life of the greatest of English actors, a
record of his triumphs, and a study of
his methods. It is also a broad picture
of the social life of the day. Garrick
•is followed into ail the circles he fre
quented. and one makes the acquain
tance of the great company of his
friends and associates. The theatrical
society of the day—its whimsicalities.
/Vanities, vulgarities. Its unquenchable
and undignified thirst for the applause
of the groundlings, its frailties and its
estimable qualities, its manners and its
whole habit of life—is presented with
the greatest possible fidelity and vivac
ity. There are admirable pictures also
of the choicest literary circles of the
day.
Bit Char'es E. Jefferson, well known
gn pastor of the Broadway ta'nerir'u.
••d author of several books, has Just
completed a little holiday book under
the title, “The World's Christmas
Tree.” It is to be published with ap
propriate type designs by Thomas Y.
Crowell & Co.
Messrs. Thomas Y. Crowell * Co. are
adding several Important titles to their
popular “Thin Paper Classics''—a series
which comprises some of the largest
books in the most compact compass.
Among the prose titles are: Boswell's
"Johnson,” Carlyle’s "French Revolu
tion." and “Don Quixote." Among the
poets are: Burns, Keats, Scott and
Shelley.
Little, Brown * Co., of Boston, will
issue this fall a new’ edition ot Mrs. M.
E. Henry-Ruffin's novel of earlv Norway*
"The North Star.” This will be a very
timely book, in view of the recent corona
tion of a Norwegian king, for Mrs. Ruf
fin’s hero is the first king of Norway, and
the romance is woven about his reign.
One of the hqst scenes in the book is the
description of .King Olaf s coronation at
Trondhjem, to succeed Ear if Haakon, in
the same ancient city where King
Haakon was crowned a few months ago.
"The North tSar” has been so well re
viewed abroad that their majesties of
Norway have sent Mrs. Ruffin a letter
commending her work for its valuable
historical pictures of the early rulers ot
their lan .1, and the Bibliothique Nationals
of Paris has considered the work of so
much Importance that a request has been
made for a picture of the author to oe
placed in the library.
Henry Holt & Co. will issue at once
“Daddy’s Daughters,” by Miss Marion
Ames Taggart, upon whose saoulders sev
eral critics think the mantle of Louisa
Alcott has descended. While the new
'book is full of the humor for which Miss
Taggart is justly famous, there is an
under vein of quiet pathos in the stoiy.
Lavignac’s "Music and Musicians”
seems to have settied down and become a
modern classic. Henry llolt & Co. are
just having to print this remarkble book,
which oddly combines French spirit with
German thoroughness, for the seventh
lime.
Among the inner circle of those who
recognize real literature when they see
it, Arthur Colton has become a name to
conjure with. His stories have been wel
comed in our periodicals of tne highest
rank, and Henry llolt & Co. will bring
out tohis month a fourth book from his
pen. It is to be called "The Cruise of
the Violetta,” and is much in the vein
of the author's well liked "Belted Seas.
A few of the characters of tnat earlier
book reappear in it.
To write a romance 'based on our pres
ent social discontent and make It neither
somber nor prosy is a serious task for
an author. In "Tho Silent War,” which
is Just coming from the pies*, Mr. Mitch
ell tells a tragic story based on the con
test between the masses and the mil
lionaires, tout succeeds in doing it without
sacrificing any of tho lightness of style
and delicacy of touch which made his
“Amos Judd,” "Pines of Lory” and ''Glo
ria Victis” such agreeable reading.
Through the book runs an unusual love
story, and tooth American millionaires
and American workingmen are depicted
in a new guise, faithfully, but irom a
novel point of view. The striking illus
trations are toy Balfour Ker.—Life Pub
lishing Company, New York.
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F. Marion Crawford's. new’ nover, "A
(Lady of Rome,” is not, as toas been re
ported, a sequel to "Fair Margaret,” but
a story dealing with entirely new char
acters and comparable in setting ana
spirit witii his "Cecilia," rather than with
liis latest published book. The new story
is announced by the Macmillan Company
for publication next month.
The Macmillan Company is publishing
this week two stories for children, “Mer
ry-lips." by Beulah Marie Dix, author
of "The Fair Ala id of Graystones,” "The
Making of Christopher Ferringham,”
etc., and "The Railway Children,” by
E. Xesbit, author of "The Literary
t'ense; Hie German Empire," by Butt
Estes Howard, Ph.D.; an illustrated honk
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“A Beginner's I^atin Book.” by Virgil
Prettyman. principal or Horace Mann
high school, and Alexander J. Inglis. in
structor in Latin, Horace Mann high
school; Thackeray’s “Henry Esmond,”
edited by John Bell Henneman (in the
new series of Macmillan's Pocket Clas
sics).
A new book by Edward B. Lent, the
author of "Being Done Good,” and en
titled "Cupid's Middleman,” is published
this week by Cupples & Leon. 101 Fifth
avenue. Alanhattan. The world of read
ers who rember the merry Jests and mor
dant humor with which Mr. I,ent de
scribed bis experiences and sufferings in
the vain pursuit for reiier from the physi
cal ills that afflicted him, will be ex
pectant to find a good thing in the new
book. Nor will they re disappointed.
"Cupid’s Middleman.” while a very dif
ferent sort of book from "Being Done
Good." is fnll of^ the same spirit of
crackling humor and crisp fun. The plot
of the story is quaint in conception, al
most to the point of grotesquerie. and is
carried out with a clever originality and
with a stimulating interest that ste/idily
increases until the climax of the tale is
reached.
It is reported that the Duke of Argyll,
while looking over some old papers at
Tnverary Castle, the other day. discov
ered some verses by Lady Byron. They
were written by way of retort to the
poet’s well known "Fare Thee Well, and
if Forever.” Of this the lady speaks
with scorn as "mimic woe.” Naturally,
the duke will endeavor to verify the au
thenticity and trace the history of this
poem, before publishing it.
Tn the third volume of his "Biographic
Clinics” (P. Blackiston’s Son & Co.) Dr.
George AI. Gould has brought together
several more of his essays bearing on
the influence of even slight errors of
refraction upon tlic general health.
Among them are studios of the visual
defects of Symonds and Taine. The con
clusions in the case of Symonds will
hardly seem convincing to those who are
familiar with the details of his life. There
are also essays on the relation of pos
ture in writing to vision, which are most
interesting reading. The author's atti
tude toward his critics, his resentment
of the very general doubt of the con
clusions of his earlier volumes on these
subjects, and a certain harshness in pre
senting liis material will much delay the
conversion of those professional breth
ren, and there are very many of them,
who find his theories rattier too finely
drawn to be acceptable.
The October number of the Garden
Magazine is the fail planting manual, a
double number, with a beautiful cover in
three colors portraying a charming gar
den scene in which asters and phlox lend
the chief colors and eighty superb illus
trations in the text. It is in every way a
remarkable number, replete from cover
to cover with suggestive material for
taking advantage of the; opportunities of
the season. As this is the time for plant
ing bulbs for spring nower, a large por
tion of the text is naturally devoted to
this group of plants.
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JUST QUIPS.
"How's your boy getting along at the
military academy?" “He's working too
bard. I guess. The commandant writes
me that he soldiers all the time.”—Chi
cago Tribune.
He—Why do iwe do the meanest and
most hateful thing to those we love the
best? She—I presume It is because no
one else would stand for It.—Lipplncott's.
Ethel—Is my hat on straight, dear.'
Ernest—It's more Important that you’ve
got your hair securely fastened. We're
going pu.t In a canoe, you know, and I
may have to take a htrnng grip In case
of an upset.—Yonkers Statesman.
“What's the nature of your husband's
disposition when sober?” asked the police
magistrate. “Really. I don't kno.y,” an
swered the woman with the black eye.—
Chicago News.
Mr. Bpongely (slightly related)—Splen
did! Magnificent! Do you know. Uncle
Ell, I believe I shall never get tired of
seeing the sun set behind that bill! Un
cle Eli—That’s what me an' mother's be
ginning to think.—iPnck.
Keeper to Commercial Gentleman who
has rented a moor—A doot iwe'll ha' to
stop the noo, sir. Comme.tvial Gentle
man—'Ow’s that? 'Ave we run out o
game? Keeper—Na. na. But that's the
last o' your dogs!—Punch.
Customer—So you sell these watches at
a .pound each? Tt must cost that to make
them. Jeweler—Tt does. Customer—Then
how do you make any money? Jeweler—
Repairing them.—Tit-Bits.
Alaud—r have just received am offer of
marriage which came by post this morn
ing. He said that his love for me was
great, but that his income was small.
Marie—-What a pity. Who was it from'.’
Alaud—I really didn't notice. That was
enough.—Ta.tler.
“The road to knowledge nowadays.’
-aid the first old schoolmaster, “is toe-
swift and too easy. It's a. regular rail-
toad. ” ‘‘Yes.’ agreed the other old peda
gogue, “and it's a railroad with fewer
switches than are necessary.”—Phila
delphia Ledger.
“Yes.” said Cassidy. “I was born in
1864. an’ 'twas a good thing for me 1
was.” “Why so?” 'Bekase, man. Teb'u-
iry 29 is me birthday, so if 1864 hadn't
been a leap year, shure, T wouldn’t have
been born at all.”—Philadelphia Press.
THIRTY-ONE’S REDEMPTION
Continued from Fifth Page.
shadow, his breath held, his brain in a
wild whirl.
"T am expecting I)r. Franklin back
every moment.” The maid, a delicate
looking girl with a subdued voice, was
looking at her curiously as she stood
there so still, clasping something to her
breast. “If you will wait in here—”
Sister Nora stepped mechanically into
a front room. Minutes later, when the
maid glanced instinctively in. she was
sitting with her head down upon her
hands. The girl’s hand touched tier
timidly, as if she understood suffering
in its silent form.
“Can I do anything? Doctor will come
soon—he will not he long. Don't worry,”
she said, hardly knowing why; “don't
worry.”
She went to the window and peered
both ways through the blind laths. Next
moment—next moment a muffled, sob
bing little cry had thrilled through the
room and changed everything.
"Dick! TTis face! He has come back—
be was standing there—my Dick! Oh. call
him hack—tell him I—”
'''Where?" Herself forgotten, her voice
as calm and soft as if she understood
nothing. Sister Nora looked through the
blind. In the shadow opposite she could
just make out Thirty-one's fugitive
figure, dawn as near as that in fear of
what might be happening. Tt was only
a glimpse; then he had drawn back, and
Sister Nora had turned to put her arm
about the swaying figure behind. "Be
brave, be calm; tell me. Your Dick?
What was he to you?”
'•My life—my life! Call him back: tel!
him—tell him I will work all my days
to nay 1-ack for what lie did." It came in
slow sobs, as tr she struggled against a
suffocation. "He had gambled: he was
it- debt. My fault: T-T had trifled w.tn
lvs heart—T had made him think that a'l
women were false. I would not answer
V, im - T loved him more and more, but
t felt it too late! lie had gone from me
when T realized what 1 had lost. He
be came that night, when I !a\ think
i,,. of h3m: T saw his face-saw him
Hi mb out at the balcony-and could not
speak bis name. r knew then what T
bad driven him to. 1 have l.ved In a
fever of dread all these weeks; T c an t
knoff!s—and'*da're *not *face me
.a
an * . ^ He is wan-
nick’ Come baek to me. it
dfiin" Tiondon with that crime in his
Noughts—and he'll never know that I d
die tonight to help him! Gone.
"Gone!” cuter Nora's 1>P S mechan-
iralt'v. Very still f ° momenh
sobs
fire had gone marblelike, net
o\'n I are n rtu » Mint rove-
and tbte girl would never know,
come, and tm& hi . . own
ind the human silence—that ner
deep never-dying love for the man ^ouk
(1 . • diiv Oh the deadlmess of that
SU e r nrai J Struve .the dark curtain
klowly 1 descended and shut out her hopes
<lI U was "over. There was no sob, no
ti emor; the deepest agony of ah knows
them not. She had drawn the
girl close to her breast; self was forg<L-
ten—blotted out in the ju-esene# of an
other's "rief. Once again she was -he
calm steadfast woman wtoo daily walked
the ward with 'her quiet step; Who nau
learned in ministering to pain and ^eak-
ress the deep need of self-effacement. She
spoke as if she had been merely trusted
with a weaker woman's secret—as if the
man had never existed for her until that
moment. _
"You would die for him? You wou.d
work all your life for him? And he
knows it—1 mean, he loved and wanted
you for tols wife?"
"For ills wife—yes!" came the half un
conscious whisper. The dry, -wide eyes
still watched than window In hopeless
longing. “We were boy and girl together.
What toe is now I have help to make
him. Two wasted lives*—that love would
have made happy! And it can never toe
undone!”
There was a rattle of wheels; a man
sprang up the steps. The girl's quiver
of realization told Slater Nora that the
supreme moment had come—‘that Dr.
Franklin had returned. No time to
think, to hesitate. Site whispered stead
ily, “Wait here; don't move until I come
back.” and went straight out. closing the
door behind her.
Ton minutes—perhaps twenty—passed in
that strange, utte.r silence. Then of a
•sudden, witii the soft rustle of an angel,
it seemed, she was back: and no one
would ever know what she bad said and
dene to pave the wav for Thirty-one’s re
demption. She. had put her arm about
the girl's motionless figure and was whis
pering:
“You will go to him there, at once, and
tell him all that you would (nave 'told
him that night.” she ended. "Tell him
that he is free, and that Dr. Franklin
is willing nn;l waiting to :ak" him by
the toand. Tell him that Sister Nora is
quite content to know that the shadow
has gone from bis life, and that she goes
back to her duties with—with a happy
heart and full 'rust in his future; she
wants no thanks. Be tt true wife and
stay to him. an—” the voice faltered a lit
tle, then steadied bravely, "and that is
all. I am going—-T shall take the other
direction. Give him this note T have
wri\ ten! Goodby!"
Siie went quietly out at the hall door,
turned the other way, and passed from
sight without a backward look. On the
note, that Thirty-one should treasure un
til liis dying day, were just a few hastily
written words:
“I have kept my promise—fulfilled my
.parting words. You are free—free for the
woman who loves you. Heaven bless
you both. SISTER NORA.”
BELOW THE STAIRS.
Continued from Fifth Page.
men to hurst into an uncontrollable fit
of hysterics upon parade.
But Chapman shrugged his shoulders
impatiently at these memories, and it
came over him witii a renewed snap of
rage that hr* was there, beneath the
ground, impotent, and she was lipstairs,
agonized, dreading exposure. And then
for the first time he realized that ex
posure had come! It had come! TV hen
next Hode pushed his wife's door open
she would • • • Again he dared not think
what would face her! 'He must kill
Hode! He must kill him!
That would mean an eternity of men
tal torture. He was sure of that. Strain
ing his ears then he caught a steady,
simple sound. It seemed to come
straight before his face. Hode must ha
creeping up to him. But, so far as he
could remember, where the sound came
from there was a long table. Hode could
not be there. But he might have crept
beneath the table. Supposing tiiat he
himself fired six shots, moving his arm
rapidly in a circle? But if Hode were
crouching down the shots would pass
over his head.
He conceived the stratagem of crouch
ing down himself. But to do that he
must forego his hold of the switch, which
gave him. as he imagined, a certain con
trol of the situation. What should he
do? What should he do?
Again the irritation overcame him. He
felt that it was indispensable that he
should have time to think—if only to
worry out some excuse for his unpardon
able folly. It was utter folly. He ought
never to have come down into the gallery
with Hode.
One of the revolvers had leaked a little
—his knuckle had been blackened—he had
pulled out his handkerchief from his
cuff and her letter—the one letter—had
been jerked out right on to tiie very foot
of her husband. The great bold writing,
the unmistakable blue paper with the red
crest—the words: "Come to me! I can
not live without you!”
To save her he must shoot Hode. The
words he repeated to himself, for he
could not imagine himself committed to
that action. It was all, still, like a farce.
It was only a wild idiot like Hode who
could imagine such an action—a duel.
They had written, each of them—but he
under the compulsion of Hode. rather—
on fragments of paper, the words: 'T
cannot stand this strain any longer!”
The business affairs of both were in a
state of entanglement, to make it rea
sonable to blow their brains out. Both
their revolvers would be discharged. One
dead man would still .gold his. The other
would go up quietly to bed. No one would
come till the morning.
It was an idiotic affair. If only he
could speak, he would be able to prove
this to Hode. But he dared not speak.
Then either she must die and she )* ex
posed. or he must kill Hode. What was
he to do? And he swore aloud.
*********
A spot of flame leaped from low down
near the floor. He tnought: "Hode has
missed!" The gallery was visible; the
targets at tne far end; the green table
with the cartridges, and Hode,’ his face
distorted with rage above his white shirt
front, sitting on the floor, gazing hard at
him. The gallery remained light like
that. He tnought: "God has not pun
ished: I shall save her.” He could not
understand why, if lie did not care lor
her any longer, he should care to save
her. "1 must love her." lie thought. He
had never quite believed that he loved
her. “But now I must fire,” lie said, and
he wondered what was love.
All these thoughts passed through his
brain, while Colonel Hode's bullet was
traveling toward his forehead. Then he
felt pain, and thought: "if this punish
ment of love of repentance • * • ?”
and the words formed themselves again
and again as his brain grew idle, repeat
ing the last thoughts indefinitely. And
because the last thing tnat liis eyes saw
was the little target in the light of the
pistol push, so he continued to see the
whitened wall, the target, and light.
Colonel Hode. stiff from h!s crotrrhing,
staggered a little as lie made bis way
to the switch. He turned on the warm
light, took the undischarged pistol from
the dead man's fingers, and dropped liis
own to the floor, by Chapman's side. He
went slowly upstairs, pushed his wife s
door open, and muttered "Good night,”
and went into his own room. When lie
had removed his coat end waistcoat, lie
remembered that he had left on the table
his own paper bearing the words. 'l
cannot bear this strain any longer." He
went downstairs to the gallery again,
and with a match carefully burned toe
paper, watching it disappear In flame
between his fingers. Chapman lay by
the door, his eyes gazing at the ceiling.