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Perhaps there wouldn’t be so much
unwritten law, suggests the New York
American, if there were not so much
unenforced law. >
“I would throw away a biscuit any
time for a kiss,” said an Illinois
preacher at a camp meeting. Accord
ing to Mrs. Trollope, says the New
York Mail, that is very good camp
meeting doctrine.
The awful prophecy is made that
Chicago in the future will be a city of
women, as the strenuous life is killing
off the men. This fact, surmises the
Baltimore American, may somewhat
dampen the ardor of the young men of
the east to follow the historic advice
of going west.
Declares the Minneapolis Tribune:
“The country has gone a killing pace
these last ten years, and it is not the
railroads alone, as Mr. Hill says, but
all the people and all the industries,
small as well as great, that need a
taste of the ‘rest cure.’ A little pati
ence, a little reasonableness and a lot
of good sense is the present necessity,
while everybody nails down the rights
secured and the rights he has left.”
The proposition, urged at Portland
by the state factory inspector before
a meeting of the school superintend
ents in Maine, that the age limit for
child labor, should be reduced from
15 years to 14, was promptly rejected,
as ft should be. The plea in favor was
that many poor families need the aid
of their children. This is not enough,
urges the Boston Post. The commun
ity needs good citizens, and in the
making of good citizens the first step
Is the education and healthful bring
ing up of the children.
It grows clearer every day that east
and west are never to fuse, avers the
London Spectator; that the far east
Is not to become Occidentalized; that
Japan or China, or Japan and China
together, will sooner or later make
the China seas no place for the colon
izing or pioneering European. There
will be great powers there as well as
In Europe and America. It is our in
terest to keep a watchful eye on this
transformation, and, forgetting old the
ories and prejudices, to shape our pol
icy to meet a new and unexampled
situation.
In the interests of the development
of the automobile, if for no other
reason, it is important that the speed
mania be rigorously punished. Not
only do the overspeeders make life
unsafe on suburban and country roads,
but they spoil the pleasure of motor
ists content to use their machines
legitimately, and they will soon build
up a prejudice against the automobile
that will do much toward checking its
proper development, observes the New
York American. The law does not
tolerate racing of locomotives or of
steamboats, and it should deal prompt
ly with those who employ one of the
very first inventions of the present
time merely to glut their own thirst
for speed.
The decline in the price of British
consols, and the high rates paid by New
York City for money, are two among
many symptoms of the demand for
new capital. One of the best eviden
ces of its magnitude, opines the New
York Post, is afforded by the statistics,
just made public by the British board
of trade, of the organization of stock
companies in Great Britain during the
past 20 years. It appears that the
number of “going” companies, after
throwing out those which have disap
peared as the result of incompetent
or dishonest management, increased
from 10,494 in 1887 to 23,728 in 1897
and 43,038 in 1907. The increase it
numbers, however, fs less significant
than the increase in amount of paid
up capital. This stood at £591,508,
692 in 1887, £1,285,042,021 in 1897, and
E 2.061,010,586 in 1907,
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Anglo-Indian 1 J Seton
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CHAPTER 11. 2
Continued.
lie, however, did not appear to no
tice her glance; he was looking at his
program. “Yes,” he said, presently,
“I have had two with the Baroness; 1
should not be surprised if she dances
beautifully. There Is something about
the way she holds herseif which leads
one to think so.”
“I suppose she is very lovely,’ said
Lena, smoothing her gloves.
“Yes, she is a beautiful woman,” re
plied her mother, indifferently.
“Who Is she?” asked Mistley, quietly.
It was an innocent little question, in
nocently asked, but it received no re
ply. Mrs. Wright shrugged her shoul
ders and sipped her coffee. Lauranee
Lowe slowly raised his head, and his
solemn blue eyes rested inquiringly
upon the young sailor’s face. Lena
continued to smooth her gloves. The
question obviously possessed no inter
est for any of them, except Mistley,
and his was only the passing thought
of a young man upon the possible his
tory of a beautiful woman.
rt V
v. CHAPTER 111. ' * 1 1 '
Comrades.
“By George, Mistley, this is splendid!
Listen to this from the Cologne paper;
“ ‘We learn from our London corre
spondent that Jhe Mayor of Dover, in
his robes of office, awaited, yesterday,
tlie» arrival of the Calais boat, despite
the heavy rain to which he was fully
exposed on the pier, for the purpose of
an address to Colonel Wright and his
able coadjutor, Mr. Wiuyard Mistley,
fo deliver ’ The translation here is
somewhat literal. ‘On the arrival of
the boat it was, however, discovered
that Colonel Wright and Mr. Mistley
were not on board. They parted from
the Indian passengers at Brindisi, and
no one appears to have learned by
what route they purposed returning to
England. It will be remembered that
these gentlemen have been engaged
upon an arduous diplomatic service on
the Indian frontier, and their daring
firmness and resolute defense of the
acknowledged rights of the country in
the midst of treacherous friends and
upsciupulQus foes,’ etc.”
The speaker, or reader, was a tall,
gray-haired man of military aspect.
His mustache was almost white, and
cut rather close to his lips. His fea
tures showed signs of having once been
fine, but wrinkles and hardships had
changed all that. His nose was long
and aquiline, a true military feature,
but It was peculiarly thin; and the
skin, though brown, was transparent
and entirely free from that suggestive
ruddiness which is somewhat fre
quently found upon the features of
elderly military men. He laid aside
the German newspaper, and looked at
his companion with a twinkle of
amusement in his grey eyes.
“No, no,” said the younger man, gay
ly. “Go on—let us have it all—l like
It;” and he returned gravely to the dis
cussion of a piece of chocolate.
“ ‘And unscrupulous foes,’ continued
Colonel Wright, reading from the paper
as it lay, ‘unscrupulous foes’—oh, yes;
here it is—‘undoubtedly saved the In
dian Empire endless trouble and strife
upon the frontier, while a graver mis
hap has perhaps been averted, and the
peace of Europe preserved by the
prompt and consistent action of these
two soldier-statesmen.’ ”
Winyard Mistley wagged his head
very sapiently, and, addressing him
self to the piece of chocolate in his
hand, he observed:
“Oh, yes! Rather disappointing for
the Mayor of Dover, eh, colonel?”
“Rather,” replied the old soldier,
folding the newspaper.
"You will be pleased to remember
this brilliant idea of dodging the Mayor
of Dover and the rest of his kind
emanated from my fertile brain.”
This remark called for no reply, and
for some time the two men were silent,
They were seated opposite to each
other in a first-class railway carriage,
an airy, broad compartment lined with
brown linen. A fine dust floated in the
air and lay on every available space,
for the train was rushing over the bare
plains of the Netherlands.
Winyard Mistley was an eminently
practical young man. He was an
adept at mending his own clothes,
cooking his own dinner, and grooming
his own horse. Practical people, how-r
ever, are not necessarily devoid of sen
timent. They hide it—that is ail. What
dreaming they may indulge in is done
in private.
His was a striking face, whether in
animation or repose, with dark gray
eyes of singular penetration; eyes that
seldom despite the readiness of
the lips, which smiled perhaps too
easily. A great charm about him was
hisjjeculiar unaffectedness. Whatever
he did or said was to all appearance
perfectly spontaneous and without
after-thought. Never at a loss in the
most trying emergency, no one ever
saw a look of embarrassment or self
consciousness on AVinyard Mistley’s
face. He was simply without vanity,
and therefore was fortunate enough to
be unafflicted by jealousy.
Colonel Wright was a diplomatist in
one great and important matter, u m
nothing else. He could, with unfailing
discrimination, gather round him the
men he required. At a glance he recog
nized tbw fighting man, a mere thought
less creature of courage, whose ambi
tion lay iu the two letters “V. C.;”
whose soft heart was the most vulner
able portion of bis anatomy, his head
being the least so when hard knocks
tvere flying. The thinker, also, could
the colonel select from the crowded
ranks of human Avorkers. He had no
need for, and took but small interest
In, the slow and deliberate thinker of
such material asproduces essay Avriters
and specialists; but he knew full well
the value of a brilliant and rapid man
whose thoughts are almost instinctive
—one who, as a plot unfolds itself be
fore him, can at once and with light
touch lay his finger upon the motive
and say, “This is what he is leading
up to,” “That is what he will do next;”
and who, like a skillful chess player,
can execute a counter move of appar
ently trifling importance, which, when
the crisis comes, carries everything
before it.
Of this latter type was Winyard
Mistley, and the colonel was fully
aware that the best step he ever took
in his life was to persuade that young
officer, when fretting under the com
mand of a man somewhat Lis inferior
in many Avays, to leave the army and
join him, since he eoulcl not retain his
commission and accept the offer. Two
years of constant intercourse, of days
spent in the performance of a common
task and nights passed together in
Aarious degrees of discomfort often
amounting to danger, will do much to
obliterate the barrier that im-ariably
stands between men belonging to a dif
ferent generation. It bad been so with
Colonel Wright and AVinyard Mistley.
Two small black boxes, lost in a
chaos of huge trunks somewhere in the
van, Avere all they could claim, and
l there was something characteristic
| even in these small receptacles. Iden-
I tical in form, size and eclor, they ap-
I peared to cling, as if from lonj; habi
j tude, to each other. The same labels
| and enticing hotel placards were to be:
found on both; and in particular there
Avas around each a slight indented
mark as if from chafe or friction, such
as one sees round a riverside post
This betrayed the hardships they had
passed through, one on each side of
a Aveary packhorse, balancing and sup
ing each other, lashed together, though
separated by the body of their bearer
Many of us, methinks, go through our
travels like these roadAA’orn trunks,
Avitk a mark of friction upon us, shoAV
ing that we have come through. A
grocer, for instance, though he be
clad in purple and fine linen, seems to
me to have a slight indentation around
the centre of his person, where the
apron string Avas wont to press. It is
his mark, his trade-mark, as it were,
Avorn and chafed into his soul as into
his body.
AVinyard Mistley lay back in his cor
ner, serenely unconscious of his sen
ior's steady gaze. Colonel AA r right was
absently looking at him, merely be
cause, perhaps, that clear-cut, intelli
gent face was the most interesting ob
ject in sight. At length he spoke with'
the determined air of one Avho has
Aveighed his Avords carefully, having
something rather difficult to say.
“In twenty-four hours,” he said in a
speculative toue, “our official relation
ship ceases.”
“Alas!” observed Mistley, with ready
cheerfulness.
“I do not wish you, Mistley,” con
tinued the colonel, gravely, “to go
nAA-.ay without knowing how fully I ap
preciate and have appreciated all your
unfailing patience, your skill, and your
happy power of ever being cheerful
and good humored under the most try
ing circumstances. As for my oavh
personal feelings in the matter, I have
never ceased to congratulate myself
upon my action two years ago in ask
ing you to join me, and I only hope
that you will never h«A*e cause to re
gret It.”
“For me,” replied Mistley, looking
out of the window, and purposely
avoiding the colonel's face, “these two
years hare simply been a holiday.
That soldiering in India Ara« not the
work for me at all—there is too much
unavoidable routine —too little to do,
and too much time to do it in. Be
sides, there is always the feeling that
the first fool who comes along with his
head full of theory could do the work
as well, if not better, than one’s self.
There is absolutely no Individuality in
tlie army. AA’e are like so many brass
buttons on a tunic; if two come off
they can be put back in reversed orde?,
or two neAv ones can be sewed on, and
no one is the wiser—the tunic is neither
better nor worse. Thanks to you, lam
no longer a button. Thanks to you.
I have got my foot on the ladder which
to me has been the only one worth
climbing since I was old enough to
knoAv that my life was my own. The
gratitude should be on my side, 1
think, colonel.”
This was unsatisfactory, and in no
manner helped Colonel AA’right in his
little speech. So the old gentleman
went straight to the point at once, and
somewhat surprised his Junior by th«
unexpected powers of observation
which his remarks portrayed.
“I think,” he said, “that it is of no
use mincing matters between us, Mist
ley. AA'e know each other too well for
that. You have got beyond the lower
rungs of the ladder, for you are half
way up it already; and in climbing yon
have found time to give a helping push
to an old slow-eoacli above you, Avho
bid fair to stick Avhere he was. I am
not blind, nor am I ashamed to ac
knoAvledge that you are a sharper fel
low than I. You are my superior in
the work we have had to do together,
and there is no reason why it should
he concealed. The difference lies in
the fact that you were born to it, and
I had it forced upon me by circum
stances. Everything in you points to
wliat Providence designed you for;
with me rests only the honor of finding
out the intention of Providence. Your
gift of languages points to it, your
restless love of travel, your very face
even. AVliy, look at me—l say some
thing very diplomatic, and the best I
can do in the way of disguising my
feelings is to look blank and vacant;
whereas you can think on thing and
make your face express the very oppo
site!”
Mistley was intensely relieved at this
moment to catch sight of the distant
spires of Flushing, which enabled him
to change the subject. Like many of
his countrymen, he could not bear be
ing tlfanked. . -
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f 1 AjllTlL JLLU XV. » V
The Fa\*orite Son.
A T ictoria Station is not a faA’orite re
sort of the fashionable world between
tlie hours cf seven and eight in the
morning. In fact, that sweetest, fresh
est, most entrancing hour is rather apt,
}n London, to be dull and somewhat
dismal; therefore best spent in bed.
The early porters were busy SAveeping
up Avith long brushes the dust shaken
from the feet of many a weary trav
eler, and sprinkling Avater in strange
Circular patterns upon the pavement
of the station, when the first hansom
cab of the day made its appearance
with much clatter of hoofs.
From it there alighted a brisk little
lady who instantly glanced up at the
clock. Her movements Avere very
quick without being in the least fussy.
Many a man in passing that girlish
form in the street had turned his head,
to be iftet by a pair of calm gray eyes,
with » shock of surprise that the
pretty, energetic face was surmounted
by a mass of silvery liair. Mrs. Mist
ley’s Avlilte hair was an inherited pe
culiarity. Long, thick and silky, it
was gray at the temples when she
married Major Mistley. It did not
change much for two years after that;
but at the end of the third year, when
she returned from India, a widow of
twenty-two, it was white. She wore
it piled up high upon her graceful
head, after a fashion which vaguely
suggested Madame de Lambelle, or
some other gracious lady of the old
French court.
Mrs. Mistley walked as far as the
platform, and finding no one there, re
turned to the entrance of the station.
Presently a small victoria arrived, and
from it Mrs. AA’right alighted. The two
ladies kissed each other warmly, and
both remembered later that that form
of salutation bad not passed between
them since the caressingly affectionate
days of their girlhood. Mrs. AA’right
was somewhat pale, but she returned
her friend’s smile bravely, and they
turned toward the platform indicated
by the portgr.
Presently they sat down upon a high
ly polished seat, and. bidden in the folds
of their dresses, their hands met and
clasped each other.
"Do you remember,’’ said Mrs. Mist
ley, with a pathetic little smile, “all
the nonsense we talked in the old
Melun days? How Ave were never go
ing to cease corresponding; how, if we
married, we were ta be constant com
panions; how our children were to
grow up together as brothers and sis
ters; how—our husbands were to be
friends?”
“I am afraid,” replied Mrs. AA’right,
“that we were very foolish and ro
mantic in those days!”
The brisk little lady stopped short
She was at a loss for something to say
—a very rare occurrence. Mrs. Mistley
had touched upon a page of her life
which, was close to her friend. Those
thre» /e%rs qf married life were as 9
sacred memory, and Mrs. AA’right
thought that the pages were better
left unread.
“AA’ho would bare thought,” said
Mrs. Mistley, presently, “that we
should have one day to be waiting here
for your husband and my son—waiting
together for them to arrive together?
It almost seems as if Providence had
heard our girlish vows; for we have
come together again after afl these
years, and our children will be
friends.”
“Yes,” said Mrs. AA’rigbt, absently.
“Yes, our children will be friends.”
Then they relapsed into silence.
It was only natural that Mrs. Mistley
should be thinking of her sou at that
moment, and the thoughts were appar
ently pleasant, for occasionally she
smiled with a passing gleam of pride in
her eyes. Her tAVo sons appeared to
her maternal vision such as any
mother might reasonably be proud of.
(To be continued.)
Twelre Million CantUe Power.
A searchlight, invented by E. Cue
nod, is now being tested by the chief
officers of the French and German arm
ies The experiments In conjunction
with a twenty-four horse power motoa
are said to have provided a I’ght of
100,000 cand’.e power, rendering ob
jects six and a half miles dtstint dis
tinctly visible. It is anticipated that
the new trials, for which a forty' horse
power motor will be used, will gtvi ft
12,000,000 c»rdle power light.
UNCLE SAM IS BLUFFING
According to Absurd Rumors Staited in
Paris Regarding Gold Loan.
A Paris special says: Distorted ru
mors concerning the character of the
negotiations conducted by J. Pierpont
Morgan & Co. with the bank of France,
with the view to obtain between ?20,-
000,000 and $40,000,000 in gold for
direct shipment to New York, which,,
after having been in progress since
last week, were definitely broken off
Friday, have leaked out and the news
papers are printing the most ridiculous
reports on the subject.
One of the news agencies tries ta
make it appear that the United States
government was seeking gold for the
purpose of filling its war chest in an
ticipation of hostilities with Japan.
This agency announced that a United
States government short term loan was
imminent and that Japan had pro
vided against its admission to the
Paris bourse, believing “that the al
leged dearth of gold in the United
States is a bluff and that the crisis
was deliberately premeditated in order
to permit America to build up its war
treasury.”
COUNTRY CONGRATULATES TEDDY"
For Wise Action Taken to Bring an End
to the Money Famine.
President RooseA'elt has been com
mended and congratulated on the wis
dom and success of the financial re
lief measures launched Sunday by the
administration. Many telegrams from
all parts of the country, including New
York, Chicago and other large cities,
poured Into the white house all day
Monday, and, after being read by tho
president, were referred to the secre
tary of the treasury, Mr. Cortelyou.
The numerous callers at the white
house each added an on the
optimistic side of the situation.
Before the business day of the treas
ury had ended many applications ar
rived for the new “certificates of in
debtedness.”
1 1 -v
R. O. JACKSON,
Attorney-at- Law,
McDonough, ga.
Office over Star Store.
E. M. SHITH,
Attorney at Law,
Me Doxough, Ga.
Office over Star Store, south side square.
All work carefully and promptly 'Attended
to. I-?T" Am premared to negotiate loam
on real estate. Terms easy.
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