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One of the saddest things in life,
laments the Pittsburg Press, is that
there is no style to last year’s hat!
The Princess Bonaparte, notes the
Atlanta* Journal, “has only SIO,OOO a
year to dress on.” Well, a clever,
careful princess, retorts the Richmond
Times-Dispatch, ought to be able to
dress thoroughly and warmly on that
amount.
According to a student of domestic
problems it costs $25,000 to rear a boy
in New York City. Why not rear him
on a Kentucky farm, asks the Louis
ville Courier-Journal, where he can
be grown for $2500, minus the product
of his useful activities in the cornfield
and tobacco patch?
Most countries have abolished the
lottery and are after the poker table
and the dice game of craps. But the
“puts and calls” of tike stock ex
changes, and the horse race still go,
observes the Wichita Eagle. liowever,
and of course, it would be out of place
to assert that our up-to-date civiliza
tion, ill being hypercritical, is hypo
critical and inconsistent.
The miseries of reckless marriage
furnish material for the champions of
revolution in the laws of wedlock. But
what ardent lover will invite the darl
ing of his soul to enter limited mar
riage? demands the New York Amer
ican. What woman —though the ad
vanced of the advanced —would not
feel her heart break if her beloved
whispered to her of trial marriage?
Love is absolute!
Remarks the New York Tribune:
The barriers between city and country
are not so high as formerly and rural
advantages are again asserting them
selves. The farmer is in many ways
better off than the town or city labor
er. But if all our unused land is to
be restored to cultivation modern
methods of farming must be intro
duced and the farmer must be made
to feel that he has not only an econ
omic chance in competition with his
western rival, but in competition with
the country boy who drifts oft to the
city to seek employment.
Hetty Green says there is going to
be a revolution in this country against
the oppressions of the trusts, and the
streets will be deluged with blood just
as soon as the people find out how the
trusts have robbed them. Maybe that
is the way Hetty feels when she sees
how much money the trusts have got,
suggests the Indianapolis News. But
she's wrong in two things. First, that
there is “going to be” a revolution.
There is a revolution already. Next,
that there is going to be blood in the
streets. We do not do things that
way. There will simply be more folk
in the penitentiaries.
The rural citizen goes to bed not
knowing that he may not wake up to
find a big gas bag roosting on the ro*f
of his chicken shed; possibly a wander
ing aeronaut may decide to camp out
on his veranda roof and wait for
morning. But wait till the novelty
wears off, warns the Boston Transcript.
That sudden shower of sand from
the clouds was some balloon in
distress seeking to get on top of a
thunder storm; but with sand in eyes
and down his back the victim is less
inclined to sympathize. He may even
be narrow enough to object to having
his chimney yanked off by the flying
anchor of a balloonist who desires to
stop short of Massachusetts bay. Does
a man who invests in land, own over
head as well as to the centre of the
earth? Can he enjoin to the altitude
of one mile? Is he justified in punctur
ing trespassing gas bags with an air
rifle? If so, has the trespasser a right
to fall on his land? Aerial navigation
laws will have to take into account
the rights of those who stay on terra
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CHAPTER XVlr. Xl
Continued.
With a gesture which was almost
a command, he bid her resume her
seat, and then in a masterful tone he
spoke. “Mademoiselle,” he said, “I
must ask you to leave England at
once. You will return home, and im
mediately send in your resignation to
the Society of Patriots'on account of
your approaching marriage with
Monsieur Meyer, which will disquali
fy you as a member Have I your
promise that you will leave here—
if not to-morrow, as soon os possi
ble? I ask this of you, though it is
in my power to command. And now
1 beg of you, for the sake of Ivan
Meyer, for the sake of all you love
on earth, to give up forever your
connection with any political society.
Politics is not for women; it is a
man’s work —leave it to men. Every
woman who has meddled with it has
brought misery to herself and sor
row to those who loved her.”
The girl slowly raised her eyes to
his, and watched his earnest face as
he spoke. There must have been
something strange in her gaze, for
the young fellow winced beneath it.
It had never been his lot to look on
genuine, hopeless misery before; but
he instinctively recognized what he
saw in those sad blue eyes.
‘‘l will go,” said Marie, softly.
Then Winyard mechanically moved
toward the door. With a silent in
clination of the head he left them.
Meyer alone returned the salutation,
but did not stir from his position
near to Marie Bakovitch.
“You see,” he whispered, "she is
going mad!”
In all and through all Winyard
Mistiey was eminently practical.
“Are you quite alone?” he aslted.
“Have you no friends in England?
Has she no maid, even, with her?”
“Yes, she has a maid who is now
sleeping in her room. She is young,
but intelligent.”
“You must rouse her. Let her
persuade mademoiselle to go to bed,
and she must remain by her side to
night. In the morning, if mademoi
selle is better, you must get her
away from here at once. If—if she
is worse, send to me, and my mother
will come to her —a woman will
know best what is to be done. I
can not understand —anything; but
I am convinced that mademoiselle is
not going mad; it is only temporary.
1 think it must be what is called hys
teria. Have you no friends in Eng
land?”
“We have but one — a Monsieur
Jacobi, of London.”
“Monsieur Jacobi, of London.
Who is he?” asked Winyard.
“I know him very slightly; but he
has been kind to Marie. He is a
musician, and—and is connected
with some society to which Marie be
longs.”
Winyard shook his head. “He is
no good, then,” he said. “You must
go to your Consul, that is all. If I
do not hear from you by eleven to
morrow morning, I will know that
you have left Walso; but if you re
quire assistance of any description,
w’rite to me or telegraph at once.
Put my name in full—Winyard—
W-i-n-y-a-r-d—in the address, so that
no mistake can arise. Do not thank
me, for I have done nothing yet.
Good-night.”
And so they parted.
Ivan Meyer re-entered the cottage
and closed the door. Marie was
waiting for him in the little parlor.
She was sitting by the table, and her
attitude was characterized by u pe
culiar stillness which had no feeling
of repose about. He stood watching
her for some moments with weary,
yearning eyes and haggard face.
“Marie,” he said at length, in a
voice that was no longer pleading as
of old, “let us understand each
other.”
“Yes, Ivan,” she replied, softly.
“What do you not understand?”
He came nearer, and, leaning one
hand upon the back of her chair, ho
bent over her.
“Will you not do what the Eng
lishman asks?”
“Yes,” she replied, in a dull voice.
“All?” he asked, with trembling
lips.
“Yes, Ivan, all. We will go to
America, as you desire. Oh, lam sq
tired! My head is throbbing! 1
will go to bed now. Good-night,
Ivan!”
She rose and extended her hand
to him. In a wondering manner ho
raised the delicate fingers to his lips
—very tenderly, very lovingly—am)
held the door open while she passed
out.
Then he dropped into a chair, and
sat staring stupidly at the paraffin*!
lamp till the distant chime of twe
o’clock aroused him, and sent him
mechanically to his room.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The Love Scene.
Monday evening had been fixed
for the first rehearsal of the great
dramatic entertain .lent; ana, as end
time came near, Lena discovered
that she was growing just a little
nervous.
'Charles Mistley, as stage-manager,
had naturally spoken much of the
play, giving, in his good-natured,
lazy manner, tentative opinions, and
asking advice of Lena and his broth
er upon sundry situations to be de
picted. Of all had he fully treated,
excepting this one most trying icene
between herself and Winyard, and
this he appeared content to leave to
their discretion.
Instinctively she knew, however,
that the part was within the scope
of her little-tried histrionic powers.
She felt that she could endow it
with life and semblance; and, above
all, she understood the character of
the girl she intended to represent.
Such stage intercouse as she had
with Charlie gave her no trouble.
He was, indeed, supposed to be her
lover; but of an old standing in love,
and therefore less embarrassing;
while the difficulties that lay in Win
yard’s path, of a cross and under
current stream of passion, flowing
into and discoloring with its villainy
the purer and colder river of mild
affection, required a tact and dra
matic delicacy which Lena knew him
to possess.
The first rehearsal bid fair to real
ize the misgivings of the elder ladies,
po intensely ridiculous was it after
the preliminary nervousness had
quite worn off. This w T as the result
of a deliberate plan on the part of
the stage-manager, ■whose experience
taught him that rehearsals beginning
with laughter usually finish up with
successful acting. Winyard and
Lena were not in the first scene, and
Charles Mistley’s part was too Unim
portant to have effect on it; and
Mrs. Wright, who was prompting,
had but little work to do. The sec
ond 'scene began in the same manner.
“Win, this will never do,” whis
pered Charlie. ‘‘lt is more like a
board-school examination than any
thing else. We must wake them up
somehow.”
Winyard obeyed his brother’s in
structions, and on receiving his cue,
introduced two new elements into
the performance—merriment and
earnest acting, which can be com
bined with great facility.
In the midst of all the laughter,
.the idea suddenly came to Winyard
that it would be a worthy triumph
to quell the merriment, supplement
ing it with the opposite emotion,
which is so near at hand.
In a whisper he said to Lena:
“Now we will show them what we
can do!” leaving her to understand
it as she could.
But soon she did understand, and
aided him beyond his expectations.
The difficult scene appeared to pass
away as if it were a portion of their
real and earnest lives—for life is as
real and earnest to the merriest of ug
as it is to those who pull long faces
and suffer from dyspepsia. By the
sheer force of his dramatic power he
carried her away, and brought for
ward the talent of expressing pathos
which he had detected when she had
sung unwittingly to him. For the
moment she was no longer happy
Lena Wright—for assuredly nothing
could whisper of sorrow in her young
Bfe—but the heart-broken girl, part
ing from her lover forever; and he,
M inyard Mistiey, acted the part as
if he knew too well the pain and
anguish he depicted so cleverly.
First the laughter died away, then
vanished the last smile, as these two
searched deeper and deeper into
every human heart for the emotions
which cannot fail to be hidden some
where there. It was almost an in
spiration, and quite a passing stroke
of genius. No word of forethought
had passed between them, and yet no
mistake could be detected—the art,
if art there were, was so well hidden,
so craftily covered, that none could
determine where it lay.
The spectators were hushed into
silent wonder. With the majority of
them, however, it was merely a piece
of clever acting —an exhibition of
dramatic talent such as lies in the
power of most of us, though the de
mand for it may never come. But
to two of them it was something
more. The prompter drew in a long
deep breath, and glanced nervously
toward the stage-manager. Of course
it was acting—mere acting—but Mrs.
Wright did not like it. Such acting,
ouch rehearsals were dangerous, and
why had that gray, drawn look come
over Charles Mistley’s calm face?
When it was over there was a mo
mentary silence, as if each person
present were waiting for some one
else to speak. Winyard dusted some
imaginary specks of carpet from his
knees, as if family prayers had just
been offered up, and proceeded to
move the furniture and rearrange
the improvised stage. This he did
quietly and mechanically, which
served very well to ease the breaking
of tha't silence, and to allow Lena
time to come back to workaday
speech and thought.
“Well done?” said the colonel
softly; and Charlie suddenly clapped
his strong hands together, and spoke
a little rapidly.
“Splendid!” he said. “Splendid!
Everybody is all that a manager
could desire. We will bring down
the house with applause, I am cer
tain. I am very much obliged to
every one for the intelligence and
diligence with which they have
studied their respective parts!”
When at length the two brothers
were left alone to smoke a last pipe
before going tq bed, they sat for
some time without speaking. They
had never been so much together,
these two, and perhaps it was owing
to this that they were somewhat dif
ferent from other brothers in their
mutual love. Mutual respect had an
important place in the love they bore
toward each other, and, as a rule,
brotherly affection is without it.
Charlie knew that his younger
brother was cleverer, quicker and in
every way more brilliant than him
self, and he was content that it
should be so. Indeed, he was
proud of it—proud to he the brother
of Winyard Mistley. And Winyard,
the observant, was fully aware that
this big, grave brother of his was a
better man than himself.
On this particular evening Win
yard felt a strange increase of affec
tion toward his brother. Never be
fore had they possessed so many in
terests in common; never had the
thought come so prominently before
hi 3 mind that too little had been
said between them, too much left to
the imagination.
Charlie sat by the open window of
the little study in a low basket-work
chair, and smoked with that good
natured placidity and sense of strong
repose which suited so well his fair
face and splendid stature. Winyard,
seated near the screened fire-place,
smoked more rapidly, as if to keep
pace with his quicker thoughts, con
suming more tobacco, enjoying it per
haps less. The calm peacefulness of
his brother’s demeanor quelled the
words that were within his heart,
bid him to be as self-contained and
self-suppressing, drove back the rest
less eagerness of his soul, and spoke
of a quiet attendance on the course
of events which was beyond his com
prehension, and had no place in his
character.
If Winyard could on’y have seen
beneath that calm and indifferent ex
terior, he might have put into words
the unusual thrill of brotherly lova
that -warmed his heart. But English
men are not made so, and the mo
ment passed, never to return; the op
portunity came no more, and Silence
numbered another victim to her ruth
less bow and spear. It is only on the
stage that men have time and oppor
tunity to make that little farewell
speech which is to put a graceful fin
ish to our comedy, clearing up the
doubtful passages, explaining away
misunderstandings, and mingling a
prayer for charitable remembrance
with the rumble of the curtain roller.
It almost seemed as if Winyard Mist
ley knew that this was a last chance
of breaking down that invisible bar
rier which stood between his broth
er’s heart and his own, a barrier
which was naught else but shyness
and a habit of reserve on either side.
It almost seamed as if his imagin
ation could span the 400 miles of si
lent, night-ridden land that lay be
tween him and two gray-haired,
grave - faced men, who were at that
moment speaking of him within a
little curtained room beneath West
minster’s great tower. It seemed as
if he could read the message ad
dressed to him, and containing the
mandate of an almost certain doom
that lay beneath the anxious states
man’s hand.
CHAPTER XIX.
On Duty.
The following morning at the
breakfast table, a telegram was hand
ed to Winyard, with the intimation
that the messenger was awaiting the
reply. The young man broke open
the envelope and read the flimsy pink
paper. It took him scarcely a couple
of seconds to glance over it, and he
proceeded immediately to fill in the
address in the reply form inclosed.
All at the table noticed that there was
no hesitation, no indecision in his
movements, and they remembered
that incident later. Then he added
the single word “Yes,” and handed
the reply over his shoulder to the
servant.
“May I trouble you for the jam?”
he said, with an impudent smile to
ward Mrs. Wright; and it was only
after he had helped himself largely
to that condiment that he tossed the
telegram to his brother at the head
of the table. Life had, it seemed, for
him no earnest side at all.
The bite of toast which Mrs. Mist
ley had just placed between her
strong, short teeth tasted as no toast
had ever tasted to her before. It was
a peculiar mixture of absolutely no
flavor and a nauseating bitterness.
She knew that this telegram Was im
portant, and meant the end of these
'happy days; all her five senses were
lost in one great throb of sad fore
boding.
(To be continued.)
Avalanche’s Secret.
An Alpine avalanche has just
yielded up one of its secrets. Last
January an enormous mass of snow
fell from the mountains above Halle
and a theological student named
Becken perished in it. He was
caught while making an ascent on
ski. Ail efforts to recover the body
f-iled at the time, but with the melt
ing of the snow in tne valley it has at
last been laid bare. It has been per
fectly preserved ' - refrigeration, but
shows marks of terrible pressure.—-
I ondon Globe.
GREATEST AUTOCRAT EXTANT.
Power of Speaker Gannon Attacked in the
House by Missouri Congressman.
An attack of the power of the speak
er was made in the house of repre
sentative Friday by Mr. Shackelford
of Missturi during the consideration
of the urgency deficiency appropria
tion bill. He said Speaker Cannon
was the ablest, boldest champion of
autocracy this age has produced, and
declared that the speaker exercised
“a greated despotism than exists in
any monarchy in Europe.”
CHANGES IN ARMY COMMANDS
Ab Result of Retirement of Wood from the
Philippine Division.
Incident to the relinquishment by-
Major General Leonard Wood of the
command of the Philippine division, a
series of orders were issued from the
war department Friday making th®
necessary channges in the subordinate
commands. Orders already have been
promulgated placing General Wood in
command of the department of the
east, with headquarters at Governor’*
Island.
WITHDRAWALS SWAMPED BANK.
National of America, at New York, Pliced
in Hands of Receiver.
Comptroller of the Currency William
B. Ridgely Sunday ordered the Na
tional Bank of North America at New
York closed for liquidation, and ap
pointed Charles Hanna, national bank,
examiner, as receiver.
The failure and persistent withdraw
als, the result, according to President
Havemeyer, of insistent rumors set
afloat respecting the bank’s condition.
R. O. JACKSON,
Attorney-at- Law,
McDonough, ga.
Office over Star Store.
E. M. SillTH,
Attorney at Law,
Me Doxcugh, Ga.
Office over Star Store, south side square.
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to. Am preinared to negotiate loans
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