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A RULING of importance.
D cisJo n by Sn-er Affecting Waiver
Nol I 1 ! < b tedness.
Macon, Aug- o —Judge Emory Speer,
in the United States district court, has
just rendered a decision of great un¬
portative, it affects the immense vol
unie of indebtedness upon written prom
ises to pay where the debtors waive the
benefit of the homestead and exemption
authorized by the law of the state, and
the private creditors secured thereby.
A number of bankrupts who had exe¬
cuted such debts with waiver of home¬
stead earned their exemptions to be set
apart in baukrutcy and sought their dis
charges, whereupon coun.-el for the
creditors filed denary proceedings m
the nature of bilis in equity seeking to
stay the discharges until the credirorji
notes could ,, put- their ,
holding waiver
claims in judgment, either in the state
court or ia the United States court, this
being the method by which the sttpula
tton of waiver could be made effective
as a lien binding upon the bankrupt’s
exemptions. bills demurred
Tnese were to upon
the ground that the United States court
did not have jurisdiction to determine
claims against the bankrupt’s exemp¬
tion.
The case was heard on the demurrer.
Judge Speer, differing irotn Judge
Newman of the northern district of
Georgia, held that the United States
court had jurisdiction to enforce, by
suitable decrees, the waiver noter
against the exemption set apart to the
bankrupt. discharges until credit¬
He stayed the
ors or 1 this class could have their claims
definitely set led, and directed in the
cases be ore ae court that decrees be
entered mak ig the exemptions liable
for the debts due on the notes waiving
homestead ami exemption.
She Was Very Foolish.
Some time ago a woman died at
Pendermondc. near Ghent, leaving the
whole of her property to her niece.
Rosalie V. The latter was constantly
worried by the other members of the
family, who had been excluded from
the inheritance.
Recently the young woman receive 1
the amount of tin* legacy, consisting of
23 1,000 franc notes ($3,000) and the
deeds of a house. In the afternoon the
disappointed relatives again visited her
and worried her to such an extent that.
losing all control over herself, she pick¬
ed uj) the deeds and the whole of tin*
bank notes and threw them into the
tire.
In a few moments nothing remained
of the little fortune but a few ashes.
Shaving in
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BALLADS OF THE ROBIN.
How sweet the robin’s song
In the silent afternoon!
Gray leaves anJ gold among.
How sweet the robin's f-rnsr.
Bringing a tender throng
Of memories by his tune.
How sweet lhe r bin's song
In the silent afternoon!
Old thoughts come back again.
Old dreams that once beguiled us.
In soft and pensive strain
Old thoughts come back again;
Loves, too dear to remain
Dead, that so sweetly whiled us.
Old thoughts come back again.
Old dreams that once beguiled U3.
Hearts, do we weep no tears?
Mournfulncss mellowed by time,
riaintive, the past appears.
Hearts, do we Weep no tours
For the loved of late yearsT
Botiin sings on in the lime.
Hearts, do we weep no tears?
Mournfulness mellowed by time.
But we do not forget.
A shadow lies ’neath our smile.
The living holds us yet.
But we do not forget.
God sees our souls’ regret.
The world and the flesh beguile.
But we do not forget,
A shadow lies ’neath our smile.
—Gentian in Madame.
< A Bohemian Romanes i
How Eusebius Smith Camo to a
Decision r.s to a Publisher \
of His Hovel.
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The publishing firm of Lansing &
Lane was exceedingly anxious to ob
tain a book manuscript from tin* popu
lar young author. Eusebius Smith.
Voting Smith had gone up like a rock
ct, so to speak, and was now scintillat
ing broadcast in the firmament, with
no apparent exhaustion of pyrotech
nics nor intention of returning darkly
to earth, after the manner of the
proverbial stick. lie had sprung into
“immediate and gratifying popular!
ty” according to tin* reviewers, upon
the publication of his first volume,
"The .Wings of Salt.” and was, there
fore, a typical modern man of letters,
worshiped by all femininity with a
kind of Ilobsoninu hysteria and sur
reptitiously envied by every man jack
of his own sex and particularly ol his
own profession.
To announce a tn*w volume of Euse
bins Smith, Lansing & Lane perceived,
would be tin* crowning achievement of
the year for any American publisher,
It would be the talk of the book world,
heralded and advertised far and near.
The sales would immediately advance
by overlapping thousands toward the
phenomenal, and all the literary and
trade journals would be describing the
clangor, by day arid by night, of multi
I )lietl lightning presses upon the tons
of white paper flowing into Eusebius
Smith’s new book. That Mr. Smfth
a b’ondy bad a book manuscript on the
evo completion all the literary gos
sips averred, i he interesting question
was * What publisher would get it?
Presumably the Chapwells. said ev
erybody. 'I he Chapwells had publish
ed Mr. Smith’s two former volumes
and pushed them, or at least steered
them, to enormous sales. But popular
men of letters are freaky. You can't
depend on them, especially it they are
young. Variety is the spice of life,
evt?n 111 t!l ° matUM> ol " publishers, and.
though itn author has been well served,
he is never quite sure that he may not
be served better by another agent. So,
w hile the Chapwells were rubbing
their hands with mingled expectation
and nervousness, the other publishers
were guardedly putting their best foot
forward, in the customary approaches
to the literary lion of the day.
Mr. Eusebius Smith complacently al¬
lowed himself to be wined anil dined,
went to ride with the ladies of rich
publishers’ families, tried the shooting
on various choice preserves, and. in
fact, accepted all the delicate courte¬
sies extended him in a manner as al’la
bly unconscious as that which (parked
the proffer of them.
Rut in the meanwhile he was debat
ing. The Messrs. Chapwells had treat
ed him fairly enough in the matter of
royalties on his first two volumes and
had “ ad * hi g » ha " dsome
for the third—but t there were others.
Richards had made him a better cash
offer , by $o00. „ (Ricbaids. Lab.) Lan
Lane produced much better look¬
ing books than the Chapwells. real
works of art, externally, whereas the
Chapwells’ books were mere blocks of
paper and pasteboard—clay paper at
that. But Lansing & Lane were chary
of advertising and indifferent about
pushing a book. I-urtbermore, tie y
had fallen out of touch with the book
sellers, having refused to aiiow the
latter the customary underselling priv¬
ilege. Lansing & Lane provided choice,
select books for the select few—books
of literary flavor, without literary sub¬
stance, the cream puffs of literature.
Their books were notoriously unsal
able and were commonlv printed
from the type in editions of 250. half
of which found their way to parlor
tables and the luxurious dens of liter
ary men of leisure and the other half
to the omnivorous junk bag. No: it
would bo suicidal to give the new man¬
uscript to Lansing & Lane. Even his
own popularity, modestly reflected Mr.
Smith, would scarcely float a hook aft¬
er having their imprint._
Still there was an undeniable fasci¬
nation in looking over tbe new issues
of this tirm. end) one a unique model
of dainty book designing. It was gen¬
erally admitted that no house could
compete with Lansing & Igine in re¬
spect to artistic bookmaking.
Eusebius Smith had to drop in at
rheir offices every few hours, in spite
i f himself, to see what new delight for
the eye a ml the touch was on the point
of coining out. This tendency on his
part was. »f course, warmly encour¬
aged by both Mr. Lansing and Mr.
Lane, and the leather upholstered easy
chair, looking west wain through the
vista of small rooms occupied by the
tirm. was always waiting for him, with
tin* latest publications arranged on a
stand near by.
Lansing A Lane were distinctively
English in their tastes and surround¬
ings. Their offices consisted of a suit
of small, low rooms, up stairs, opening
directly into each other from east to
west and furnished “den fashion."
which, as the reader well knows, im¬
plies rugs, couches, heavy hangings,
bric-a-brac, and tIn* like, bathed in a
rich, wiuelike glow of intercepted sun
light.
As one sat in flic big. leather coven
chair of the "den.” looking westwa
through the several rooms, there w.
one window. ;it the end of nil. left
curtained. and on bright aftern
the sun always poured throng'; t!:
west window in ;t flood of glow
bins Smith, lounging in tin* big Hi;
could not help seeing, day after dav.
certain patch of brighter gold in tlx
midst of the sunlight, It was a worn
an’s shining head, always with tic
face turned away from him. bcndin
°' t>r 8<)I1U * absorbing work, behind a
sort of counter that concealed all of
the fair toiler but her head ami neck.
At first the young author was aware
of this patch of gold merely in a sort
0 f subconscious fashion-pleasing, hut
not mentally notable, 'Then one day
he discovered it as a material for a
passing thought—recognized it as a
girl’s head, crowned with remarkably
fine, abundant, shining hair, coiled like
a coronal.
Tin* next time he dropped in and saw
it he wondered who this girl might in*,
wliat she might be doing, always bend¬
ing so absorbedly over her hidden task,
Then later on a strange curiosity seized
him to get a glimpse of her profile to
see if she were beautiful. I Jo would
often lit* back and peer over the top of
a book, hoping that tin* magnetism of
t,is fixed gaze might cause the tin
known divinity to turn her golden
fiend ever so little and reveal the in
visible features. But the patient work
er never yielded to Ills gaze. if. indeed,
she were aware of it. Then* was just
the patch of gold in the afternoon sun
u K ht. beautiful, shining as a dream,
What a lovely mystery!
j„ the meanwhile Eusebius Smith
held back bis manuscript and dreamed.
It was a new sensation for him to
actually dream In life and not on pa
p,,,.. to have a personal and not a liter
apy romance taking form in his con*
selousness day and night.
And well could lie afford to loiter and
dream in his bachelor apartments on
royalties netting him $ 1,000 a month.
There was no need of haste. Life
seemed to lnm beautiful and leisurely.
it wns charming to spend ones morn
jngs browsing in the libra”ies and one’s
afternoons lounging in tin* big chair at
Lansing & Lane’s. Idealism is always
delightful. It is so sweet to have a
patch of gold in one’s life!
Various are the ways of falling In
love. Eusebius Smith’s way was ehar
acteristle of him: he imagined himself
into it; he fell into it from an easy
chair.
“The sunset is really fine through
our west window,” said Mr. Lane one
day. following the rapt eyes of the lit
erar.v lion.
“I find a kind of perpetual sun glory
there,’’ replied Eusebius Smith dream
ily.
“Yes," said Mr. Lane. "It certainly
Is a bright corner all tin* afternoon."
“Who does your book designing, Mr.
Lane?” asked the author abruptly and
with so loud a voice that Mr. Lane
start ed. Was there not a little nerv
Oils motion of the patch of gold also?
Ku<*..)»ius Smith sat looking straight
westward. It was a strange way to
press a question.
“It is done by a very clever young
womau in our employ,” replied the
publisher, after a moment’s hesitation.
“Well. Mr. Lane." cried the literary
jj un jn a .startlingly loud and roaring
vo j ce< must .say that 1 think it is des
pm-ately”
stopped short and with eager,
awaited the inevitable re
<ult. The patch of gold swayed, vac
j]j at ed and then turned dashingly for
an instant in the sun.
“Fine!” finished the author, with a
q, ia jjty of tom* and Intensity of feeling
that astonished and delighted Mr.
Lane. "1 am going to give you my lat
est manuscript." added Eusebius
Smith, "on condition that your clever
boo k designer makes it the chef
d’ ot . U vre of her life. Understand?”
“Perfectly!” cried Mr. Lane, rising
and rubbing his hands delightedly.
"Archer, will you ask Miss Torrey to
step here, please?”
“Now.” said Mr. Eusebius Smith (it
liein" six months later), “what d“.sign
Lave you conceived for the volume of
Lfe-our life—my little Golden Hair? V»
They were standing in the sunlight
the west window, and once more the
lover saw only the snowy neck and the
bowed coronal of gold.
•*.-\ tireplace and two easy chairs,”
presently tin* shy answer.
“Admirable!” cried In*.
And there ended bachelordom and
for them both. Kxchange.
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She didn't ask him in, and after pans
lng a moment he said a regretful
“Good night” and went on down the
road. She stood at the gate watching
his retreating figure. The walk home
had not been lively, for bow could
Olive chat cheerily as usual, wifh her
cheeks burning and her heart beating
indignantly at the recollection of the
scrap of gossip? She was standing in
the vestibule waiting for him at bis re¬
quest when the words reached her
ears.
“So schooltnanil’s after the minister
now ?"
"l.a, yes, ‘and she’s got the Inside
track. Goes home from meeting with
him regular, and they do say lie’s
down there ev’ry week."
That was all. but it meant that Rlu*
was being watched and talked about,
and so she stood there thinking. The
moonlight seemed to mock her. Every
object in the landscape was visible In
its brilliant rays, yet there was nothing
in it of warmth or vitality. It struck
her that her sense of duty illuminated
her path in life with similar cold pale
rays. She shivered in the fresh spring
scented air and turned to go in. but the
ehill and sting of her new resolve went
with her and drove sleep away.
She had been so innocently happy.
Why could not prying eyes and
gossiping tongues have turned else¬
where for employment?
Of course he came home with her..
Any gentleman would. He went her
way and knew that Mr. and Mrs. Hop¬
per never came out nights. As for tin*
weekly visits, they were nothing but
psychology lessons. A progressive
sehoolina’am. of course, must know it,
and he had ottered to assist. And she
must give it all up when site needed it
so? Sin* sot her lips firmly. Site must
keep her position and couldn’t afford
to be talked about. It made no dlffer
enee if neither had ever had a thought
beyond the lessons, and no matter bow
hard it was to give them up.
"It’s always well to stop before one
gets fond of anything." slit* reasoned,
“and i’ll give it all up and never speak
to him again.”
She had no idea how she had depend
ed on the lessons until there were no
more to which to look forward. "We’ll
talk it over at the psychology lesson, ’
had groxyn tc lx* her habit of meeting
schoolroom puzzles, and now that there
was to be no such way of solving them
there were more puzzles to meet. The
following day was a hard one. jj ( , r
own sad and distraught manner wns
not without its effect upon the dill
dren. A full half hour of the noon re¬
cess the school spent as prisoners, be
cause it was found that some one had
broken off tin* knob-of tin* door, and it
could only lie opened from the outside,
And they were compelled to wait until
some one passing released them.
Four o’clock brought welcome relief,
“It’s the embarrassment of writing to
the minister that ails me,” sin* told
lief self. “If I get that off my mind.
I’ll be all right and forget about It.”
And diligently she set to work, but
each attempt was more unsatisfactory
than tlie hist. The old folks had rc
tired, and the clock struck S:,I 0 just as
site signed and sealed the letter, and
then suddenly she remembered that
the school report must be made to the
commissioner on the morrow, and the
roll hooks were at school.
“I’ll have to get them tonight,” sin*
snid to herself, "late as it is. Serves
me right for being so careless.”
Going to the kitchen shed, she took
down the lantern only to find it empty.
Supplying herself with matches, she
peered cauticusly out upon the moonlit
road and then ran swiftly tbe short
distance to tlie schoolhotise, not seeing
the gathering clouds behind her. By
the light of the moon she unlocked the
outer door, and, in oi’der not to repeat
the experience of tlie morning, she took
up a block of wood and carefully plac¬
ed it in front of the Inner door to keep
it from shutting.
The dingy lamp above her desk gave
scanty light, and the task lengthened
itself out until a muttering of thunder
dash of rain upon the roof startled
her. Olive was not timid, as her trip
to an empty s -hoolhouse in the dark
would prove, but to be alone in a thun
derstorni was tlie one thing that t:n
nerved her. Hastily rising, >Le looked
up at the lamp. It was nearly empty.
It would be safe to leave it r<« Luru cut
its< * and she cotiid more eu
her w '< to tbe door, but as sh
It she came into violent collision
with the minister. He had come In
hurriedly, tripped upon the block in
the doorway, kicking it out of his way.
and the door slammed , hut behind
bin),
Olive stepped back and stood trem¬
bling. Site was astonished, glad and
shitv at his appearance, but more than!
.all was she dismayed at the predica¬
ment in which he had placed her. and
tinder the Impulse of these conflicting*
emotions she burst forth angrily:;
“There, now, you've shut the door.*
What brought you here, anyway? I
said 1 would never speak to you,
attain." ,
“1 was passim;." he explained some
what stiffly. “and took refuse on the
stoop from the rain. Finding the dw>r
ajar. 1 came in. 1 did not dream that
any one was here. 1 can go at once, of
course."
Hut In* turned only to stand helpless
before the broken knob. At oe.ee he
understood the situation. An ex* !ttmo¬
tion of impatience escaped him. an l
he crossed the room hastily an 1 threw
open a window and heavy outside
shutters, while Olive sat limply down
and watched him. The lamp dickered
out, but every few seconds he was visi¬
ble la the lightning dashes, standing
up brave and strong and imiiffi’lgblod.
The girl's strength was fast I eating
her, and when a lurid dash danced up
on the door and played mischievously
about a thong the benches site gave ;i
cry of terror.
The minister hastily closed the win
dow and groped toward her. “Is any
thing the matter?" he inquired anx¬
iously.
"Nothing, only I'm afraid so afraid
of the storm," she moaned.
11 is heart went out in pity for her In
her weakness, and. sitting down, he
put his jinn proteetingly about her. as
one would soothe a frightened child,
and said tenderly, "l’oor little one.”
And Olive, as crash after crash ter¬
rorized her, (dung to him mid hid her
head oh his shoulder mid sobbed and
shivered. And so they sat until the
storm bad spent itself and the moon
shone again. Then she sat up, abashed
and prim.
"1 don’t know how we’re to get out.”
she said hopelessly
"llow about the windows?” he In¬
quired
“All too high."
“And the cellar?"
“Opens only out of doors. There’s
nothing to do but wait till some one
passes and call out. We tried every
way today.” And then site told him
her previous experience.
lie rose and pa ceil uneasily about
the room, looking out upon the road.
Olive closed her eyes and thought over
the events of the hist three hours. She
was perfectly conscious that sin* ought
to be ashamed of her conduct during
the storm, yet somehow she was no*,
and try as she would she could not
be otherwise than glad that he was
with iter. Her reverie was broken Iti
upon by the minister.
He seated himself again at her side.
mylng 'orlonffy: are likely to 1 «?
kept here for some time, perhaps till
morning. 1 am more sorry than 1 can
tell you.” m
"Yes.” she replied. "1 know. It
can’t be helped."
"I wish you would tell me,” he went
on. “what you meant by your wor-ls
when i came In.”
Like an ice wind piercing even to
her heart came tin* recollection of lu*r
vow. There was no reply.
"Perhaps It isn’t the proper time to
ask it, but I think you owe me an ex¬
phinntioti.
olive remembered the written png**
addressed to him at home. She could
have sent him the explanation, but it
seemed well to get it over with at
«»<‘’* “We have been gossiped about.”
she said dully, “and I made up my
mind that I’d give up church and les¬
sons and everything rather than be
talked about.”
“Aml you wanted to give up psychol
«>gy?” he asked,
"So, I did not. but 1 thought it
best.”
"I understand how It Is." he replied
slowly, "I am fond of the lessons, to >,
ami yet I’ve heard the gossip, and I’ve
niwle up my mind that I’d better give
them up.’’
Her face flushed .and paled, and she
sat up Htniighter and primmer than
ever, mentally rejoicing that sin* had
suggested it first.
“Euless,” lie continued, low but dis¬
tinctly, “we care enough for each oth¬
er to study together :ill our lives.”
The sentence ended so unexpectedly
that she caught her breath In a half
sob and buried her face In her folded
arms on the desk in front. He loaned
over her and tenderly stroked her soft
hah’.
“1 shouldn’t have spoken of it to¬
night, little one, but it spoke itself.
And you think yon could? Tell me.”
le* pleaded eagerly.
“Yes, I think 1 could," came the low
reply, ‘Tor yon don’t know how dread¬
ful I felt when I thought I must give*
up the psychology.”
The sound of wheels suddenly awak¬
ened the::) to a realization of tie* pres¬
ent. The minisa r hastened to call *o
the driver, who speedily released him.
lurching heartily over the scrape*.
Then the two men went off’ together,
leaving Olive, with beating heart,
wedged i behind the d»or. '>*’! > ,, th.*
fan- ,*r <1 »v«* < -r. >wn tin* road, the min
i.-r« • () ! C f )live.
"Li i) glad Le didn't se.* me.” she
said. ’ you must promise that you’ll.
neverteM.”
And the minister promised. —Chicago
News.