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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.