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CHAPTER III.—Continued
One day th£ firm of William Rose &
Company hired a new clerk. He came
from the West, and had the manners,
carriage and address of a thorough, well-
bred gentleman. Nor was his appearance
. deceptive. He was a thorough gentleman
and It did not take Max Brett very long
to discover la his new acquaintance a
kindred spirit. Prom a mere business ac
quaintance their companionship ripened
into true friendship, and before the close
of the first month the newcomer had tak-
eu up his residence in the same flat with
Brett. Mrs. Dupont, the genial landlady,
, exhibited an unusual interest in this her
* latest patron, but, in common with Max,
she could learn but one thing about him
—his nnme was Henry Richards.
The eveniugs of the young men were
now spent in mutual plensuro and enjoy
ment, though uiax found Richards to bo
unusunlly reticent and reserved, and that
in a way which prompted the observing
Brett to imagine that his friend’s quiet
.shyness was not merely natural bashful-
ness. Certainly, Uiehnrds was particular
ly reserved in the presence of ladles, but
Max had a notiou that it was only that
Richards was .afraid of being drawn into
a conversation in which he might bo
tempted to say more than he desired.
That his friend could disclose facts con
cerning himself of more than ordinary in
terest Brett felt morally certain. Per
haps Brett's greatest failing was his in-
~ qulsitive disposition, but with all the
questioning and cross-questioning skill at
his command he was utterly unable to
glean a single item from the past history
of bis new friend.
It has been hinted that Brett had with
praiseworthy foresight, taken care to
stand well with his landlady, In whom
he found n first-rate friend. Land
ladies us u class have been much reviled
and slandored by tho Jocular press and
the growling public, but many a young
man has proven that there are some splen
did exceptions to the general rule—if it is
the rule to find In the landlady a species
. of female vampire. Mrs. Dupont was
both refined and Intelligent, and her
pleasant, kindly face was but the index
to a large and warm heart. Consequently
her Interest in those who made their home
under her roof was not assumed nor tho
result of common feminine curiosity,
One afternoon, as Mnx ups returning
from his work at the office, ho met Mrs.
Dupont in tho entrance to the flat. He
tipped his hat with a pleasant “good day"
and was about to pass on, when the land
lady addressed him.
“Have you seen my new tennnts, Mr.
Brett?"
"No,” said he, “who are they?"
“A young lady with her mother—New
York people.”
“Ah!" said Max, with a merry smile.
“Tell me all about them, please.”
fifeln Chicago;T>ut'Max Brett was none
the less a gentleman.
“By the way, can’t you help me-do
something for poor Richards?” continued:
Brett “He is getting quite melancholy.”
“Bring him up with you to my rootfis
to-morrow evening. Perhaps I can Induce
Mrs. Spencer and her daughter to take
tea with me. A social evening will do
us all good.. But what seems to be the
trouble with Mr. Richards?” -
“Don’t know. Wish I did. When he’s
awake ho won’t say a word about him
self or big-belongings, though.in his sleep
I have occasionally heard him murmur ol
his sister and his mother .and also of a
woman or girl,-who, I should judge, is In
England. Once I caught him in the twi
light gazing intently at a miniature por
trait, which lie thrust hastily into bis
pocket on my approach. But here he is.
Good-by.”
Richards took Brett by the arm, and
they entered their Joint sitting room to
gether.
“Brett,” said Richards, abruptly, “I
have just arranged with Rose & Com
pany to leave them—at once. In fact, I
am through with them, and I intend to
leave Chicago this night."
“What is the matter?” inquired the as
tonished Max. “Nothing wrong?’ No
one sick?”
“No, no. I am going solely to please
myself.”
"Can’t you postpone your departure for
a short' time? I just promised to drag
you out to spend to-morrow evening. Bet
ter stay. Let’s hasp supper and talk
things over afterward.”
“My dear fellow,” said Richards, wear
ily, “it's no use. I’ve got to go. I cannot
was a persistent young man, however,
und he had not the slightest intention'of
giving up his efforts at-the- first setback;
but it was not until after ten was over
-that ke'again ventured to directly address
Annette.
Now, Max Brett was a very clever
young man.* Possibly he would have made
a good general,, for he knew quite well
that, in attacking a young Indy, ns in at
tacking a city or' fortification, the first
important matter is to discover a weak
point I<’or the time being Mnx was an oil
man—and, up to date, a most successful
and ■ valuable employe of Rose & Com
pany. But. If be was able to, it was bis
privilege as an American citizen to dabble
in and talk about politics, religion, music,
painting, tho drama, the money market
or literature. Brett could do all this, and
more; ho was able by a few quick Strokes
of a pencil to produce on a scrap of paper
or In the fly-leaf of a book, a funny carl-
enture or a correct portrait, and ho was
always posted on the latest comic and
sentimental songs, which he could sing
In a- pleasant baritone voice, accompany
ing himself well on the pinno. So, as the
evening wore oh, the two older ladies hav
ing'settled down to'compare notes ns to
the latest knitting stitch, Miss Spencer’e
fopaallty relaxed and.the coolness, which
had at first seemed determined to
display, warmed considerably. In fact,
long before Mrs. Spencer suggested- tho
necessity for breaking up the little party,
Miss Annette and Mr. Max Brett were
seated very closely together—so closely
that thp crisp, short hair of the young
man frequently got in the way of ( the
wavy golden hair. 4 ■ \ i -
“Love at first sight” Is rather, out of
date, they soy, and yet there was some
thing marvelously like it in Mrs. Dupont’s
parlor that evening,' tjm victim being no
other than our lively young man of tho
world, Mf. Max Brett. And he, who
had more than once boasted that he
would never strike his colors to any wom
an, but would remain forever a freo lance
and a rover, did not even try to’deny the
fact to himself. Indeed, after he had said
good-night te his "hostess and the Spen
cers, and while he puffed at a cigar as lie
rocked himself gently in his favorite arm
chair, he thought it would not be half a
bad plan to go right ahead and make an
unconditional snrrender to the girl with
the wavy golden hair.
CHAPTER V.
The pleasant evening in Mrs. Dupont’s
parlor was but the forerunner of many
other meetings between Max Brett and
Miss Spencer, and day by day—as the
days merged into weeks—tho bond of
friendship between them strengthened.
They were thrown so much together and
Max was so persiatent that several even
ings each week found the young man
awaiting the pleasure of his “golden
haired idol,” as, with some pardonable
exaggeration, he was wont in his own
mind to call Annette. The young lady
_ seemed well pleased to receive his atten-
explain, and it would do no good to either ( tions, while Mrs. Spencer at all times
of us if I did. .; If I evei see you again, ns exhibited a lively Interest in Brett's avoI-
I sincerely hope I may, I will tell you of
myself. Suffice it to say, at present, that
I am paying the penalty of an old misstep.
You know all tho old sayings, Brett,
about 'wild oats,’ and so forth. The good
Book says that ’those who sow the wind
must reap tlio whirlwind’—well, the whirl
wind has struck me. That's all. But
come,” he added, “let us take one more
meal together.”
It was not a very merry supper which
the two friends sat down to, for these
young men, so entirely different in dispo
sition and temperament, had grown much
attached to each other, and neither of
them liked the idea of this sadden part
ing.
At 8 o’clock Richards shook hands with
Max, picked up his gripsack and started
off.
He had been gone nearly two hours be
fore Max stirred from his comfortable
chair. He missed his old 'companion as
much ns if their friendship bad extended
over six years instead of six weeks, and
he was quite at a loss what to do next.
He began to pace up and down the sitting
rdom, and it was not long before bis eye*
“They come here yesterday. The young re( ted upon a miniature portrait—doubt-
lady is remarxaoiy handsome. She Is a | ] MI the very one which Richards had
very fine singer, and something of an art- M hastily hidden from his gaze. Max
1st, I believe. Her mother has leased picked up the picture and examined It, and
the npnrtments for six months, so that
we shall have every opportunity of be
coming acquainted with our new neigh
bors." '
“And still.” said Brett, “you have not
mentioned the name of this fair addition
the the Dupont colony?”
“Annetta Spencer, bat "
Here their conversation was interrupt
ed by footsteps on the stairs, and they
both looked up to see who it might be.
A tall, slender figure, wrapped la a
heavy gray clonk, appeared, displaying
the graceful outline and movements of a
n curious sensation thrilled him as be read
and re-rgad the inscription on the back
of the jeweled case which held the por
trait. Glancing nt his watch, Brett reach
ed for his bat and left his apartments in
a violent hurry.
CHAPTER IV.
i Among the “old timers" in the “Du
pont colony,” ns Max Brett had facetious
ly termed the flat, an invitation to spend
an evening hour with the genial landlady
was alwuys accepted,with a good deal of
young woman. Her hat (a sure index to ; pleasure. Mrs. Spencer must have gained
a woman’s taste and judgment) was very j a knowledge of this fact, for she promptly
simple, but elegant and faultless lu its
very simplicity. s
So that he might not obstruct the pas
sage, and that he might at the same tirno
view, unobserved, this strange lady, Max
stopped into a recess on one sidevtf thu .........
hail. When the girl reached the lowest (of course without his friend) the cosy
-step she paused a moment to question' apartment! reserved by the landlady, he
Mrs. Dupont in regard to a certain nd-1 found the ladies from New York already
(responded with a cordial acceptance for
herself and her daughter when Mrs. Du-
pont asked her to join, her at “five o’clock
tea.”
Thus, when, on the evening after their
conversation in the ballway, Max entered
fare, for which he felt grateful.
And yet, although Max knew that his
own regard for Annette was quickly rip
ening into a strong and ardent affection,
ho felt that “love making" was almost
impossible with Annette. With all her
frank friendliness there was a something
which seemed ever to intimate that he
must keep at a respectful distance.
Lore cannot always adapt itself to cir
cumstances, nor can it be oaslly shelved
and forgotten. Max was In love, although
he had all his life desired not to be. Not
only so; now that he was in love, ho dis
covered that he harbored within his bosom
an 'imp of the green-eyed monster! Yes,
the jovial, light-hearted, happy-go-lucky
Max Brett . was jealous, and for the life
of 'him ho could not himself understand,
much less explain, why he should be.
He had never attempted to breathe one
word of love into Annotte's car, yet when
ho peered into the depths of her large blue
eyes he could see (or imagined that ho
could see) a world of lovo shadowed by
s cloud of sorrow nnd doubt.
This perplexed Mnx, who, cosmopolitan
and experienced as he was, was a per
fect novice in the manneri and customs
of tho vassals and serfs of that merciless
autocrat, Cupid. Being of a rather orig
inal and imaginative turn of mind, he
worked Annette's apparent sadness up
into a mass of probable and Improbabio
circumstances and situations, that wonld
hnve reflected seriously upon his sanity
had he ever dared to make them.koowu
to his friends.
He bore this mental discomfort, which
was rapidly becoming acute mental tor
ture, for several weeks, and when a month
had passed began to weigh his chances,
and one evening, very simply, Max told
Annette of his love. Very quietly the an
swer came—the very answer which Max
had hoped would not be his, but which
lie bad ail along dreaded.
“You are kind nnd generous,” said site.
beautiful young lady, the only daughter
of a wealthy merchant and old friend of.
my father’s; The day of the wedding np-
proached, but Harrydld not Improve in
his habits. He married the young lady-
hut disappeared the next day and has not
been heard of since. What became of him
we do not know. Mother and I hnve
beard nothing tout would give na fhe faint
est clew. But we are determltied to find
Harry or learn his fate, nnd as we have
failed'by staying in the East, we liavo
come on to Chicago to pursue oar investi
gations from this polut. We cannot af-.
ford to employ detectives—though we have
done that—l»nt we fully expect to be re
warded with Come information before
very long. Only, my friend, marriage for
me is out of the question until I succeed
in some degree.”
Max Brett certainly admired and loved
Annette no less for this statement of her
unselfish determination.
"Let me aid you, if possible,” he said.
“Surely, I am Interested, now? The soon
er we succeed, the sooner I may enter
tain some hope, may I not?”
Annette smiled quietly, but made no'
reply. .
"Hnve you a photograph of your broth
er?” asked Max.
“Yes; I will show, it to,you.”
So saying, she produced'from a small
writing case tho photograph of a strik
ingly handsome young man.
Brett gazed upon it in nmazoment and
only by an effort prevented himself from
uttering a load ejaculation. But Annette
noticed his excitement and exclaimed:
“You have seen him?”,
“Yes,” he replied, “right here in Chi
cago. But I am certain he is no louger
in tho city, and where ho is I have not
th6 faintest notion. Of course, I may be
mistaken, but-I think not I shall make it
my business to find out. In ft day or two
I Intend to start out on a voyage of discov
ery, for I think I can arrange with the
firm for an extended leave of absence.
You may rely on me, Annette.”
That evening Max held a council of
war, followed up by a session of com
mittee on ways and means,, in both of
which deliberative assemblies -ho had it
pretty much his own way.
In ono hand he held the miniature left
behind by Henry Richards aud in tho oth
er he grasped the photograph of Harry
Spencer, which he had borrowed of An
nette. The face in the miniature was that
of Brett’s cousin, Emily Sattertbwaite!
The photograph of Spencer was also tho
portrait of Richards!
This was n pretty good starting point
for a little amateur detective work. Brett
was just the man to put two aud two to
gether nnd thereby arrive at a total of
four. He resolved to go to work imme
diately—first by visiting bis cousin Emily,
who now resided in England, ’ and, sec
ondly, by hunting up Richards, who wax
—well, somewhere.
Two days later, Max. Brett packed his
satchel, bade farewell to Annette and
left Chicago. But he was delayed more
than once in executing his plans, aud it
was several months before he was able to
complete the first part of his program
by interviewing Emily Sattertbwnlte.
‘revival of the Olympic games, which
take place at Athens, Greece, In April.
Tho Panathenic Stadion at Ilymottus
Is now being fitted up for the accommo
dation of 80,000 persons. 514. Averoff,
a wealthy Greek merchant of Alexan
dria, has donated $100,000 for this pur
pose.' The Crown -Prince of Greeco
and his
brothers are
in the event, and the entire fund raised
in Greece for the rebuilding of this
noted amphitheater amounts! to $103,-
000. The King has promised to award
the prizes of silver olive wreaths, and
special commemorative postage stamps
will be Issued by the Government, tho
proceeds to go to the Olympic, fund.
It Is intended to finish the Stadion in
marble, bnt only part of It will be ready
for the sports in the spring. It Is said
that when the structure is finished the
seating capacity will be 70,000. It
founts a natural hollow between two of
the lowest spurs of Mount Hymettus,
the sides sloping up to a height of from
sixty to eighty feet. The luterior space,
In form of n horseshoe, is 670 feet loug
and 100 feet wide. Prom this spot n
splendid view of Athens and the sur
rounding country can be had, including
the Bay of Snlamis.
Foot rnees nnd gymnastic contests
will tnke place in the Stadion and also
the finish-of the twenty-mile race from
Marathon. There will also be n bicycle
race on the Phalerlc Pin In, half way
between the , city and the seashore,
swimming nnd rowing races In the
roadstead of Phaleron, nnd yneht races
in the Saronic Gulf.—New York Sun.
inhch Interested
Ethics In a Reformatory.
A class In ethics is one of tho novel
educational features of the Massachu
setts State reformatory. It is conduct
ed on a plan devised by President
Hyde of Bowdoin College. Aliout ISO
of tho more Intelligent prisoners are
members of the class,. The usual pro
cedure of the class consists of h lecture ‘
by tho Instructor or a paper by some
member, followed by a general dis-'
-elusion of the topic. The debates aro
said to bo spirited and earnest,! and
the effect on tho prisoners excellent.
dress, thus giving Mr. Brett the oppor
tunity of studying her festarcs. In tho
short time at hit disposal he noticed (and
never forgot) a pair of large, expressive
blue eyes, a luxurious mass of wavy gold-
•en hair, a perfect Grecian nose that, was
•delicate In Us -perfection, and a pair of
"thin, firm lips-that denoted, as he’ knew
" full well, a strong moral character and a
-steadfast purpose. - ,
* “Well,” wkl Mrs. Dupont, amused at:
. Brett’s enthusiasm, which,wax quite ap
parent, although unspoken, “what do you
think of her?”
“I think,” he replied, very quietly, “that
«he ia a lady.” But by the way in which
the young man uttered that last word
anyone could uave known that Max Brett
meant iar more than the general use of
’the term fndy commonly implies upon tbe
surface. He meant all that the word
• should imply—all that It implied when at-
- peered reverentially by,loyal knights in the
-Old days cf'chiTalry. True, Max Brett
'£S%
there. He found in Mra. Spencer a well
preserved old lady, who cordially extend
ed her hand and smiled upou the young
man very graciously when be was intro
duced. But when Brett was presented to
the younger lady she responded by tha
moat formal of cold and formal bows—a
recognition which seemed to intimate that
she considered she bad been inveigled into
tbe acquaintance of a Chicago man
against her wishes and without her con
currence; -indeed, the coldness of the girl
might have congealed the blood In the
veins of almost any other man bnt Max
Brett.
Bnt Max waa hardly -the sort of man to
'Show disappointment even when be felt
It He was too.thorough a man of the
world and naturally too buoyant to b*
embarrassed by the whim of a woman.
Yet tbe marked contrast between mothei
nnd daughter, rather baffled him, clerei
and successful student of human nature
es he was, and be resolved to tnke a little
in attempting to form this sphinx-
g woman’s acquaintance. Brett
CHAPTER VI.
It is a remote corner of tho world, very
remote indeed, where an American can
not bo discovered, but whether a denizen
of Mexico or St Petersburg, it is charac
teristic of him to prefer bustle and “go,”
so that one wonld hardly commence a
search for a typical citisen in an English
country village.
And yet tbe most Important man In
Ghesden, and by long odds the richest, at
the time of onr story was a hundred-cent-
on-the-dollar American; and if Cbesden
was n.ot an ancient British borough, there
are no such places.
Years before, John Satterthwatte, toll
ing in bis office in tbe heart of New York
city, mado up his mind that a home in
Cbesden was worth a good deal of bard
work. While yet a boy he had wited
England with his grandfather, -who took
'him to Chesdcn and showed him the ball
where the old gentleman had been born
seventy years before; showed him tho
broad acres which had once belonged to
the Satterthwnitea, and the parish chnrch
where whole generations of dead and gone
SALISBURY IS OUT.
English Premier Vacates»Ofllce In
Eavor of Nephew, Arthur
J. Balfour.
A London special says: The mar
quis of Salisbury has resigned tho pre
miership of Great Britain and Right
Hon. A. J. Balfour, the first lord of
Ike treasury and government leader
In the house of cotfimone, has been ap
pointed to succeed him.
The marquis of Salisbury tendered
his resignation at an audience which
he had with King Edward last Friday.
On Saturday" Mr. Balfour visited the
king and accepted the premiership.
Arthur T. B. Balfour, the successor
to the premiership, Is the son of a sis
ter of Lord Salisbury, but in spirit Is
wldSly different from kis relative. The
older man is called cynical; the young
er has been styled a sentimentalist.
Lord Salisbury Is positive, dictatorial,
reserved. Mr. Balfour Is speculative,
genial and lovable. The uncle is pes
simistic; the nephew Is an optimist;
both are diplomats, each in his sphere,
the uncle among the ambassadors of
the continent, the nephew In the clos
et of the cabinot. Both are Interested
In religion. Salisbury began as a de
voted Anglican and has become a sci
entific agnostic. Balfour began as a
scientific doubter and has ended as an
apologist for dogmatic religion. More
over, both are, at the bottom, literary
Satterthwaltes lay covered by marble ’ h hav ; applIed themselves to
monuments and brass effigies. He even I 11
saw that tho swinging ,«lgn board of the ufialrn.
largest inn still boro’ tho legend, "The
Sattertbwaite Arms.”
When young John returned from that
visit and, trending in tho footsteps of his
father, started ia commercial life, it was
with the firm resolve, If such a thing were
possible, of ending his days in the home
of his distinguished ancestors. Bravely
and right well he carried out Ida resolu
tion. While ho was still in the forties
he paid a princely sum for tho old hall
and the noble park which surrounded it,
nnd once again a Sattertbwaite came to
be looked up to as the most important
“but I cannot—must not-enco'urage your
love.”
- There was silence for some moments, a
tihrnee which was broken by Brett.
“Will you tell me why?” he asked, in
a voice which sounded very much sub
dued and disappointed.
1 “Since you ask me—and became you
have honored me as much as a man can
honor a woman—yes, 1 will tell you,
though it is a story which, I fear, will not
greatly interest you. For tiro years my
mother and I have guarded the secret
which I am about to confide to you, but I
feel sure that it will be safe with you.
Shall - go on?’’
- “Yes, if you will,” ssld Max, “you may
rely on my honor.”
“For years,” she proceeded, “the Silen
cers were a happy and united family, liv
ing in New York city, where my father
was a successful business man. 1 bad an
only brother, Harry, who waa kind, af
fectionate and dutiful until be was al
most a man, when be fell into bad com
pany. He frequently came home intoxi
cated, and I think bis bad behavior bast'
cned our father’s death. At any rate,
poor father died suddenly, leaving his
business to Harry. Then for a while my
brother kept very straight and was his
old self. But the large means at his dis
posal offered too many temptations, and
from bad he went to worse. Meanwhile
he had become engaged to be married to a.
the natives that he was by birth an Amer
ican. It was enough for them thnt he
came of the old stock, and it was easy for
them to perceive that John Satterthwnite
was a gentleman.
“Blood tells, every time,” said the burly
landlord of the Satterthwaite Arms, as
lie discussed the new squire with his
guests. And it did tell, so that John Sat-
terthwalte, of New York and Cbesden.
was not more warmly welcomed by tbe
plebeian townspeople and by his tenant
farmers; than by tbe kristoj.'ncy of tbe
county. :
Only one thing troubled the county peo
ple, eapecially mothers with large fami
lies of grown boy*, i
John Hattcrtbwaite’s household was
presided over by his lovely daughter—a
fascinating young lady, qblte of marriage
able age and doubtless richly endowed
with worldly wealth, who evidently did
not wish to marry and who persistently
repelled tbe proffered attentions of a
dozen or so young Buckinghamshire
■quires who fell desperately in love with
her on sight.
(To be continued.)
OLYMPIC GAMES AT ATHENS.
Will Bo Held in inn Amphitheater
Boldin* ‘.10,000 Versons.
Considerable Interest is shown In tbg
FLOOD IN IIKS MOINES
Force Many Hundreds of Citizens to
Vacate Tbelr Homes.
Owing to dlsastrons floods at Des
Moines, la., hundreds of homeless suf
ferers spent Thursday night In school
house yards and In down town parks
without so much as a blanket tn covor
them.
Some had to beg for food, although
every effort Is being made to provide
food aud shelter for them.
The Des Moines river ro»e half an
inch during the night. It Is believed
the situation in the flooded district
cannot be materially relieved for sev
eral days and that when the water fi
nally reaches Its former channel, an
epidemic of malaria and typhoid fever
will prevail
An estimate of tbe damage at this
time is practically Impossible. It la
expected t reach a million dollars.
WITH NON-UNION MINERS
One Colliery at Shamokln Under
Successful Operation.'
Two car loads of special policemen
and laborers arrived at Shamokia. Fa^
Monday from Schuylkill county. The
men, fifty In all, went to work at the
Reading company’s Henry Clay wash-
ery and it was successfully started.
The strikers made no demonstration.
The washery Is tbe first to be opera
ted In the region since the anthracite
strike was inaugurated.