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"But high and with the trills in the skies,
and all like a laugh with a tear in it. When
she went to the river to wash”— she was go
ing to say "wash the clothes,” but she stopped
In time and said Instead, "wash her spaniel and
tier pony' 1 —her face was flushed again with
shame, for to lie about one’s mother Is a sick-
inlng thing, and her mother never had a
spaniel or a pony—"the women on the shore
wringing their clothes, used to beg her to sing.
To the hum of the river she would make the
music which they loved”
“La Manola and such?” Interjected Jean
Jacques eagerly. "That's a flue song as you
sing it.”
"Not La Manola, but others of a different
sort—‘The Love of Isabella.’ ’The Flight of
Bobadll,’ ‘Saragoase,’ 'My Little Mandlllero,'
and so on, and all so sweet that the women used
to cry. Always, always she was singing till
the time when my father becatjie a rebel.
Then she used to cry, too; and she would
“He admired, yet he wished to be admired; he simply wanted people say: ‘Here
comes Jean Jacques Barbille. Here comes Jean Jacques, who loves fine things
and great deeds, and history and music and philosophy.’ ”
One of the remarkable drawings by Andre Castaigne, illustrating "The Money Master,” the
new serial by Sir Gilbert Parker in Hearst's Magazine. Copyright, 1913, by Hearst's Magazine.
toine struck the sunken iceberg she was not
more than one hundred and twenty miles
from the coast of Ga<rpe. She lmd not struck
it full on, or she would have crumpled up, but
had struck and glanced, mounting the Iceberg
and sliding away with a small gaping wound
In her side, broken internally whore she had
been weakest and most needed strength. Her
condition was one of extreme danger, and
the captain was by no means sure that he
could make land with her. If a storm or a
heavy sea came on. she was doomed.
As it was, with all hands at the pumps, the
water gained on her. and she moaned and
creaked and ached her way into the night
with no certainty that she would show a fun
nel to the light of another day. Passengers
and crew alike w'orked, and the few boats
were got ready to lower away when the worst
came to the worst. Below with the crew the
little money master of St. Saviour's worked
with an energy which, had behind it some
generations of hardy qualities; and all the
time he refused to he downcast. There was
something in his nature or in his philosophy
after all.
And while Jean Jacques worked "like a little
French pony,” as they say in Canada of every
man with the courage to do hard things in
him, he did not stop to think that the scanty
life belts had all been taken, and that he was
a very poor swimmer indeed: for, as a child,
he had been subject to cramp, and so had made
the Beau Oheval River and the St. Lawrence
less his friends than would have been useful
now.
He realized it, however, soon after day
break, when, within a few hundred yards of
the shores of (laspe. to which the good Basque
captain had been slowly driving the Antoine
all night, there came the cry, "All hands on
deck" and “Lower the boats,” for the Antoine’s
time had come, and within a hand-reach of
shore almost she found the end of her rickety
life. Not more than three-fourths of the pas
sengers and crew were got into the boats, and
Jean Jacques was not one of these, but he saw
Carmen Dolores and her father were safely
bestowed, though In different boats. To the
girl's appeal to him to come, he gave a nod of
assent, and said he would get in ac the last
moment; but this he did not do, pushing into
the boat Instead a crying lad of fifteen who
said he was afraid to die.
The boat in which Carmen had been placed
was swamped, not far from shore, but she
managed to lay hold of a piece of drifting
wreckage, a wooden seat, such as that on
which they had sat so often on the way over
from France, and she began to fight steadily
and easily for the shore. Presently she was
aware, however, of a man struggling hard
some little distance away to the left of her,
and she was sure from the tousled hair shaking
in the water that it was Jean Jacques.
So it proved to be; and thus it was that at
his last gasp almost, when he felt he could
keep up no longer, the seat to which Carmen
clung came to his hand, and a word of cheer
from her drew his head up, with what was al
most a laugh.
“To think of this!” he said presently when
he was safe, with her swimming beside him
without support, for the piece of wreckage
would not sustain the weight of two. “To
think that it is you who saves me!” he again
declared eloquently, as they made the shore
in comparative ease, for she was a fine swim
mer. and he had the wooden seat given up
by her.
There was nothing else for him to do. The
usual process of romance had been reversed.
He had not saved her life, hut Bhe had saved
his. The least that he could do was to give
her shelter at the Manor Cartier yonder at
St. Saviour’s, her and her father. Human
gratitude must have its play, and It was so
strong in this case that it alone could have
overcome the Norman caution of Jean Jacques,
and all his worldly wisdom (so much in his
own eyes. Added thereto was the thing
which had been greatly stirred in him at the
instant the Antoine struck; and now he kept
picturing Carmen In the big living-room and
the big bedroom of the house by the mill where
was the comfortable four-poster which had
come from the house of the last Baron of
Beaugard down by St. Laurent-
Three days after the shipwreck of the An
toine, and as soon as sufficient finery could be
got in Quebec, it was accomplished, the fate
of Jean Jacques. How proud he was to open
his cheque-book before the young Spanish
maid, and write in cramped, characteristic
hand a cheque for a hundred dollars or so at
a time! A moiety of this money was given to
Sebastian Dolores, who could scarcely believe
his good fortune, and that a situation was got
for him by the help of the good «.bbe at Que
bec who was touched by the tale of the wreck
of the Antoine and by the no less wonderful
tale of the refugees of Spain who naturally be
longed to the true faith which "feared God
and honored the King."
(The next Instalment of thle great story will
appear In the September number of Hearst’s
Magazine.)
The Remarkable Studies of a Conflict Between a Dreamer
and a Beautiful Woman Presented in “The Money
Master,” Sir Gilbert Parker’s Greatest Novel, Now Be
ginning in HEARST’S MAGAZINE.
S IR GILBERT PARKER, who, It Is well
said, put Canada on the Action map, has
written what he considers his greatest
story. It Is called “The Money Master,” and
the first Instalment appears in the August
number of Hearst’s Magazine. The work Is
made additionally attractive by the charming,
brilliant and poetic Illustrations by Andre
Castaigne, that accompany it.
In this story air Gilbert draws a picture of
a simple-minded, idealistic French-Canadian
the richest man in his parish, with a talent for
money making. He is “The Money Master.”
After a pleasure tour in France he meets on
the ship coming home to Canada a handsome,
sensuous Spanish girl, fleeing with her father
from a conspiracy in which her lover lost his
life. She determines to marry him, not be
cause she loves him, but beoause she needs a
comfortable home. She beguiles him artfully.
Off the Canadian coast the ship is wrecked.
She saves his life and he marries her at once.
What will they make of thetr lives? She,
the sensuous Spaniard, living amid very un
congenial surroundings, is bound to a man
whom she married for his money alone, a
simple-minded man, yet a money maker and
shrewd enough to find out in time that he has
been deceived by a woman. Here is the inter
esting problem that is to be worked out in
these pages. The following excerpts from
the story show how it begins:
By SIR GILBERT PARKER
From “The Money Master." Reprinted by
Permission of, and Copyright, 1913, by
Hearst's Magazine,
C ARMEN had made up her mind from the
first to marry Jean Jacques, and she de
ported herself accordingly—with mod
esty, circumspection and skill. It would be
the easiest way out of all their difficulties.
Since her heart, such as it was. fluttered, a
mournful ghost, over the Place d’Armes
where her Gonzales was shot, and only a
cenotaph remained, it might hetter be filled
by Jean Jacques than any one else; for he
was a man of parts, of money, and of looks,
ant si,s loved these all; and to her credit she
loved bis looks hetter than all the rest. She
had no real cupidity, and she was not greatly
enamored of brains: for she had some real
philosophy of life got in a hard school, which
was infinitely better founded than the smat
tering of conventional philosophy got by Jean
Jacques from his compendium picked up on
the nr ' at Quebec.
Yd lean Jacques's cruiser of life was not
vliplh unarmed. From his Norman forbears
he had beneath all, a shrewdness and an ele-
>■• alary alertness not wholly submerged by
ti ? vain kind nature. He was quite a good
business man, and had proved himself so be
fore his father died -very quick to see a
iT.fi.ppe, and even quicker to see where the
distant sharp cornet's in tlie road were, though
r.pt so quick to see the pitfalls, for his head
was ever in the air, and not upon the ground.
And here qn the Antoine with his head in the
sir there crossed his mind often the vision of
Carmen Dolores and himself in the parish of
fit. Saviour’s, with the daily life of the Beau
Che.val revolving about him. while flashes of
danger warned him now and then just at the
beginning of the journey, as it were, just .be
fore ha had found it necessary to become her
champion against the captain and his cal
umnies. Once he began to be counsel for her,
he was on the road to collision with something
or other which would bring him up standing
one day. or roll him broken and shattered in
the dust. But champion as he became, and
worshipping as his manner seemed, it all
might easily have been put down to a warm,
chivalrous and spontaneous nature whicli had
not been bitted or bridled, and he might have
landed at Quebec without committing himsplf,
were it not for the fact that he was destined
not to land at Quebec
That was the fact which controlled his des
tiny. He had spent many, many hours with
the Donna Dolores, talking, talking, as he
loved to talk, and only saving himself from
the betise of boring her by the fact that his
enthusiasm had in it sc fresh a quality, and
he was so like her Gonzales, that he kept her
attention, and she could always endure him.
.Besides, quick of intelligence as she was, she
was by nature more material than she looked.
She had a well of sensuousness which might
one day become sensuality; she had a rich
ness of feeling, and the contour in harmony
with it, which might expand into voluptuous
ness if given too much sun. or if untamed by
the normal restraints of a happy married life.
There was an earthquake zone in her being
which might shake down the whole structure
of her existence. She was unsafe, not be
cause she was deceiving Jean Jacques now as
to her origin and as to her feelings for him,
for, being a woman, she could love to-morrow
one she covertly revolted from or deceived to
day; she was unsafe because of the natural
Btrain of the light of love in her, Joined to a
passion for comfort and warmth and a natural
self-indulgence. She was determined to make
Jean Jacques offer himself before they landed
at Quebec.
But they were not destined to land at
Quebec.
The journey wore on to the Canada coast.
Gasps was not far off when, still held back
by the constitutional tendency of the Norman
not to close a bargain till compelled to do so,
Jean Jacques sat with Carmen far forward
of the deck, where the groaning Antoipe broke
the waters into surly foam, and silently
watched the sunset, golden and purple and
splendid and ominous, as the captain knew.
“Look, the end of life—like that!” said
Jean Jacques oratorlcaliy with a wave of the
hand toward the prismatic radiance.
“All the way round, the whole circle—no,
it would be too much,” Carmen replied sadly.
"Better to go at noon—or soon after. Then
the only memory of life would be of the gallop.
No crawling into the night for me, if I can
help it. Mother of Heaven, no! Let me go
at the top of the flight—yes, yes."
“It is all the same to me,” responded Jean
Jacques, “I want to know it all—to gallop, to
trot, to walk, to crawl. Me, I am a philosopher.
I wait.”
***•••
"Tell me about your life, my friend,” Jean
Jacques said eagerly, and his eyes no longer
hurried here and there, but fastened on hers
and stayed thereabouts ah, her face surely
was like pictures he had seen in the Louvre
that day when he had ambled through the
aisles of great men's glories with the feeling
that he could not see too much for nothing
in an hour!
“My life? Ah, m’sieu’, has not my father
told you of it?” she asked.
He waved his hand in explanation, he cocked
his head quizzically. “Scraps—like the but
tons on a coat here and there—that’s ail.
Born in Andalusia, lived in Cadiz, plenty of
money, a beautiful home,’’—Carmen’s eyes
drooped, and her face flushed slightly—"no
brothers or sisters, visits to Madrid or on poli
tical business, you at school, then the going
of your mother, and you at home at the head
of the house. So much on the young shoulders,
the kitchen, the parlor, the market, the shop
society—and all that. That is what he said
except the last sad times, when your father,
for the sake of Don Carlos and his rights near
lost his life—ah, I can understand that, to
stand by the thing you have sworn to! France
Is a republic, but I would give my life to put
a Napoleon or an Orleans on the throne. It
Is my hobby to stand bv the old ship, not sign
to a new- captain every port.”
She raised her head and looked at him medi
tatively, calmly now. The flush had gone from
her face, and 'a light of determination was in
her eyes. To that was added suddenly a cer
tain tinge of recklessness and abandon in car
riage ami manner, as one flings the body loose
from the restraints of clothes, and it expands
in freedom and the joy of the careless.
She wanted to have a home and not to
wander. And here was a chance—how good a
chance she was not sure; but it was a chance.
She would net hesitate to make it hers. After
ail, self preservation was the thing which mat
tered. She wanted a bright fire, a good table,
a horse, a |Cow, and all such simple things.
She wanted a roof over her and a warm bed
at night. She wanted a warm bed at night—
but a warm bed at night alone. It was the
price she would have to pay for her imposture
that if she had ail these things, she could
not be alone in the sleep-time. She had not
thought of this in the days when she looked
forward to a home with her Gonzales. To be
near lorn was everything, and that was all dead
and done for, and now—It was at this point
that, shrinking, she suddenly threw off all re
straining thoughts. With abandon of the mind
came the recklessness of body which gave her
all at once a voluptuousness more in keeping
with the typical maid of Andalusia, and It got
into the eyes and senses of Jean Jacques in a
vay which had nothing to do with the philoso
phy of Descartes, or Kant, or Aristotle, or Hegel.
"it wms beautiful in much—my childhood,”
she said in a low voice, dropping her eyes be
fore his ardent gaze, “as my father said. My
mother was lovely to see. but no bigger than
I was at twelve—so petite, and yet so perfect
in form, like a lark or a canary. Ah, and she
could sing—anything. Not like me with a
voice which has the. note of a drum or an
organ”
“Of a flute, bright slgnorina,” interposed
Jean Jacques.
“ ‘It is the rest of the story he said, as they stood on the shore in the morn
ing sun, shoeless, coatless, but safe; and she understood. He had not saved
her life, but she had saved him.”
A brilliant Illustration by Andre Castaigne in “The Money Master,” by Sir Gilbert
Parker. Copyright, 1913, by Hearst’s Magazine.
sing no more; and when my father was put
against a wall to be shot, and fell in the dust
when the rifles rang out, she came at the mo
ment, and seeing him lying there, she threw up
her hands, and fell down beside him dead"
He drew nearer to her, his hand was out
stretched to take hers, his eyes were full of
the passion of the moment, pity was drowning
all caution, all the Norman shrewdness in
him, when the Antoine suddenly stopped al
most dead with a sudden jolt and shock, then
plunged sideways, jerked, and trembled.
“We’ve struck a sunk iceberg—the rest of
the story to-morrow, Slgnorina," he cried, as
they both sprang to their feet.
"The rest of the story to-morrow,” she also
said in suppressed anger at the stroke of
fate which had interrupted the course of her
fortune, but with a voice also charged with
fear, for she was by nature a land farer, not a
seafarer, though on the rivers of Spain she
had lived almost as much as on land, and
she was a good swimmer.
“The re3t to-morrow," she repeated, con
trolling herself.
The rest came to-morrow. When the An
m
M EN of education make up a considerable
proportion of the number of prisoners
in the United States Penitentiary of
Atlanta. Of the Mill prisoners now within the
walls. :;ii are college or university mom nine
were students of academies, five normal school
students, five students of business colleges, and
Oil completed high school course.
The figures are revealed in the annual state
ment by Chaplain Tapper, which is a part of
the report of Warden W. H. Moyer lo the Fed
eral Department of Justice. However, the oth
er extreme of education is reached. 1\ arden
Moyer writes:
"Nineteen men out of every liH) received m
this prison since July 1. 100k, were illiterate.
Twelve out of every nineteen illiterates were
taught to read and write.”
In this connection the Warden asks for au
thority to employ a regular school-teacher. At
^present a school is operated at tiie prison, under
the direction of the better class of prisoners,
in which there is ail average daily attendance
of 131. Hut the Warden thinks more stable fa
cilities should be allowed than the prison in
struction.
“Ability to read and write should lie made
• one of tile requirements for parole.” lie tells the
authorities at Washington, "but this is hardly
fair under the present system. Bui there can
\ be no justification for returning illiterate men
} to society when they can so be taught to
read and write, and at so small a comparative
expense.
“We have done something, and are proud of
our record of teaching twelve of every nineteen
illiterates. But we know that a competent
teacher regularly employed could do so much
more.!’
The variable population of the prison num
bered in tile aggregate 1,406 men all the year
covered by the report. Among the 1,406 men
were representatives of 127 occupations and
professions. Most striking were the following
statistics: actors, 3; hunkers, 14: bartenders,
8; brokers, 7; comedians, 4; cowboys, 6; dentist,
1; detectives, 2: farmers, 213; gambler, 1; jour
nalists. 3: laborers. 140: lawyers. 2: miners, 24;
nuitormen. 2; policeman. 1: sailors. 21; stu
dents. 2; teachers. .7: preacher. 1; nurse, 1;
musicians, 2; publisher. 1; soldiers, 5.
Natives of every State ami of 2!) foreign
countries were in the prison at one time or the
other in the year. The foreign country to
which the largest number paid allegiance was
Italy, with 83 natives. Mexico, with 29 repre
sentatives. was next.
Counterfeiting was tiio offense which resulted
in tiie imprisonment of the greatest number.
Of tiiisv 174 were guilty. AVith violating the in
ternal revenue laws 120 are charged: with il
licit distilling, 93; with violating the white
slave law, 54, and with using mails with intent
to defraud, 01. More prisoners claimed affili
ation in tiie Baptist Church than in any other,
353 naming that religion as theirs. Catholics,
with 297. were next numerous, and Methodists,
numbering 216, third, in the tabulation of re
ligions there was the item of five Confucians
and 30 Jews.
Notable in the report were Warden Moyer's
recommendations. One of these was the enact
ment of a probation law to help the present pa
role law.
“The parole law gives the men an oppor
tunity to reform,” he said, “but does not elimi
nate the disgrace of being indelibly stamped
with tiie prison sontom-o. Tiie probation law
will he effective in leading toward reform. Let
the next step in tiie direction of prison reform
lie a probation law.”
Another suggestion was an indeterminate
sentence. The Warden argued that il is not
fair to have arbitrary sentences without re
gard to special cases.
“In Us origin,” fie wrote, “crime is the re
sult. of individual thoughts and individual acts.
And tiie effort to classify crimes and lo pun
ish tiie criminals of eacli so-called class under
a blanket law which says ‘not less, nor more,’
is but an effort to make general laws to fit in
dividual cases with equal and exact justice.
That tills is impossible is proven by the ex
istence of the parole and the pardoning power.
Under an indeterminate sentence, every indi
vidual ease could l«- considered and disposed
of strictly upon its own merits; hence, I strong
ly urge the passage of such a law.”
Warden Moyer suggested also that provision
lie made for compensation to be paid to pris
oners for their labor. This lie would see ef
fected for the benefit of the persons dependent
on the inmate, who, he pointed out, are in des
perate straits probably, because of the incarcer
ation of their breadwinners.
ills statistics revealed the fact that of the
1,496 prisoners, 610 were single, 7o2 married,
86 widowed, and 17 divorced.
Discipline was good and the feeling good
among the prisoners, the AA’artJen reportei}.
“There is uu absence of the sullen prison
spirit,” lie wrote, attributing much of the cheer
fulness to the opporlunities for recreutiou and
tiie lack of harsh treatment.
Tiie report was not without its complaint at
tlic high cost of living. lie showed that the
average daily cos) of food for each prisoner was
14.S cents.
"This is an increase of l.s cents a day each,
due to the marked increase in the cost of food
supplies."
Operation of tiie prison is rendered economi
cal by tiie prison farm, the value of whose
products last year, the Warden reports, was
$10.1163.05.
The report considered in detail the operation
of tiie prison library, and its effectiveness, re
questing an appropriation of $2,500 that it
might In- improved. Tie* religious services, the
prison paper, the baseball league, the occasional
entertainment by outsiders, and every other
phase of the prison life was outlined in the re
port. It was sent last week to the department
at Washington. It covers a period of u year
ending June 30, 1913,
Continued From Page 2.
ficatlon has come to her, and she kneels on tiie
straw covered ground, tier face on file bench.
Her shoulders shake with painful soils, aud her
friends know that the “experience" lias come
to tier. They gather around, a man and a
ivoiuan kneeling at her side, a woman standing
in front of her and fanning her. The turhaned
old negro woman is jubilant, kneeling behind
tiie gill and praying aloud, with frequent
•‘Bless Gods” and "glorys.” The man at tiie
girl’s side prays, also, and tiie group that stands
around is smiling down upon tier shaking
figure.
After dinner tiie tabernacle is filled again for
a general afternoon service. Evening prayer is
held in each cottage before supper, awl after
-upper in tin* early evening is a song service
and later, preaching.
Tlius a day at tin* Indian Springs Holiness
camp meeting. It is not the only Holiness
lamp meeting, sanctification tieing the prevail
ing spirit of all such assemblies. But it is like
ly that few otlter camp meetings in the United
States arc held on so large u scale, or in sur
roundings so substantial. Tiie streets of cot
tages, forming a city, attest to the fact that
the Indian Springs camp meeting is substantial
and permanent.
Most of the sixty-odd cottages are owned by
the occupants. Lots on which to build cottages
are given free to those who will build, under a
regulation of the governing board of trustees.
Considerable wooded space still is left for
building lots, and the trustees of the camp
grounds lieliove tiie institution will grow in the
future. Tiie eauip ground is an attractive
place, thick witli trees, familiar with white
washed cottages on which vines grow thickly,
alive with hundreds of persons during meeting
Iieriod, among whom are laughing girls and
boys.
For camp meeting is not without its lighter
features. There are many young people and
children. There is love-making, and many
watermelons to cut, and much fun to he had
in impromptu watermelon parties. Camp
meeting without watermelons' and basket pic-
qics is not camp meeting.
The enterprise was launched in 1801 by the
gift of ten acres donated by friends living in
tin* neighborhood. To ttiis was added by pur
chase a tract of 21 acres, and recently a new
purchase of 51U. acres. It was incorporated
under the title of tiie Indian Springs Holiness
Camp Ground, in 1893.
It is here that the old-time religion Is
preached and practiced: where you are admon
ished to ride forever on the “narrow gauge;”
where Uncle Jim Williams and a thousand oth
ers are singing their song of - tea d lust ness:
“Strait is the wait, anil narrow is the road,
Brother and sister, there's no other mode',
Jf you leant to make Hear, a your future abode,
Tot4 must, uuu must unload," __ _ _