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27 HOW eAKNEGIE SELECTED' LIEUTENANTS APPARENTLY TRIVIAL INCIDENTS INFLUENCED THE IRONMASTER IN HIS CHOICE THE SUNDAY OEEGONIAN, PORTLAND, - JANUARY 4, 1903. yg. NDREW CARNEGIE was recently j bluntly asked the question: M "What Influenced you most In the selection of your lieutenants In the steel industry?" "Apparently trivial incidents," was the laconic reply. Then, after a moment's pause, ho added by way of explanation: "I watched young men with whom I came in contact, and whenever I ran across one who, all unconsciously, by some small action or word uttered In ordinary conversation, made me feel that he had the qualities demanded In my business, I gave him a chance to prove that he really had them. And when he did, then he became one of my lieuten ants, and in return for his assistance I endeavored to let him have a fair share In the profits of my business." This, In brief, is the story of the selec tion and making of the so-called Carnegie group of millionaires. Charles M. Schwab is one of these men. James Gayley. vice-president of the United States Steel Corporation, is another. Thomas Lynch, successor of H. C. Frfck at the head of the world's b!ggest coke company, is a third; Mr. Frlck himself a fourth, and William E. Corey, the youthful president of the Carnegie Company and the Carnegie Steel Company, a fifth. Then there are" t H. P. Bope, Daniel M. Clemson, A. H. Peacock, F. T. F. Lovejoy, W. W. Black burn and Thomas Morrison, a Carnegie cousin brought over from Scotland and given a humble position in a mlllyard; Andrew M. Moreland, George Lauder, Al bert C. Case and Joseph E. Schwab, brother of Charles; Lawrence Phlpps, who, though a nephew of Henry Phipps, Mr. Carnegie's life-long partner, had to start at the bottom and work up with men who had no rich relatives; A. Jl. Hunt, W. E. McCausland, who began life as a messenger in a mercantile agency offico. and many others. A Remark Tlmt Led to a Fortune. The Incident that led Mr. Carnegie to select A. R. Peacock, formerly holding the important post of purchasing agent of the Carnegie properties, as a lieuten ant, is typical of the manner in which the majority of the members of the fa mous group were picked out. Mr. Peacock owes his millions to a re mark that his last employer liked. Twelve years ago Mr. Peacock was salesman for a New York decorating house. At that time Mr. Carnegie ar rived In the metropolis to see about some decorating that he wanted done in the Fifth-avenue mansion that he recently discarded for the more magnificent one farther up the avenue. He asked the firm that had Mr. Peacock in its em ploy to send him samples of wall paper, and Mr. Peacock was assigned to take them. The salesman's manner of displaying the samples and conducting business so favorably impressed the prospective cus tomer that a few days later, when he wanted to inspect more samples of wall paper, he expressly requested that Mr. Peacock be sent with them. His second talk with the salesman pleased Mr. Car negie more than the first, and Just as Mr. Peacock was leaving, the millionaire said, apropos of nothing that had gone before: "Young man, you will be rich some day." Mr. Peacock laughed, "Mr. Carnegie," he answered, "If I thought so, I'd be willing to give the man who helped me to riches a liberal discount." " Mr. Carnegie's reply all but took away the hearer's breath: "I'll take you at your word. Go to your employers, resign at once, and come with me." Mr. Peacock did as he was bid, and, judging by results, he gave Mr. Car negie a liberal discount In work, for his fortune Is conservatively estimated at JlO.000,000. H. C. Frlck not long ago named Mr. Peacock as one of the 30 men In Pitts burg who are worth this sum and over He has recently moved into a new house which cost $1,000,000, and which is said to contain the finest interior woodwork of any private residence in America. , "Why Farrier Wa Made Lieutenant. Daniel M. Clemson Is another of these fortunate two score men. He got the good-will of Mr. Carnegie, and, ergo, his millions, because he ceuld shoe a horse well and wasn't afraid of work. Mr. Clemson was born on a farm in Central Pennsylvania. When he was 9 years old he was apprenticed to a.black Bmith. The recompense was all that he could eat and an occasional suit of home spun. He blossomed out as an accom plished "smithy" on his lflth birthday. As his pay was still his board, he went out into the world to seek his fortune. He drifted to one of the Carnegie mines. "What can you do?" asked the super intendent. "Shoe horses," was the reply. Mr. Clemson shod horses so well and so many In a day that when Mr. Car negie was Inspecting the mine, the super intendent said: "That fellow shoeing horses over there is the fastest and best man in the shop. He's not afraid of work, either; he'll work all day and all night. If necessary." "Give him a chance in the mechanical department," ordered Mr. Carnegie. Mr. Clemson soon had charge of all the mining machinery. Next he became the mine superintendent. In 1SS5 he was transferred to Pittsburg. Now he has charge of the 115 river and lake vessels owned by the steel trust, and Is head of a natural gas company which has under lease 98,000 acres, operates ISO wells and produces 40,000,000 cubic feet of gas each day in the year. He still lacks a year of being 50. Like the great majority of Pittsburg's men of money, he Is com paratively young. Rapid Telegraph BrouRht Mlllionn. Andrew M. Moreland, former secretary of the Carnegie Company, owes his pres ent financial position to his ability to send and receive telegraph messages with lightning-like rapidity and unerring ac curacy. This accomplishment softened Mr. Carnegie's heart towards him, for Mr. Carnegie, himself a splendid teleg rapher, thoroughly appreciates one. Therefore, Mr. Moreland did not long re main an operator on the private lines connecting the Carnegie plants with one another and all with the New York office of the great ironmaster. First thing ho knew he was rising rapidly in the steel business. Like Mr. Moreland, W. W. Blackburn, the present secretary and treasurer of the Carnegie Company, and also second vice-president of the Carnegie Steel Company, started in and attracted atten tion without the aid of outside Influence. Mr. Blackburn had been a clerk in a country store in Central Pennsylvania before he went to the Carnegie mills, and there he had picked up a knowledge of business principles that shortly caused his new employer to see 'evidences of splendid business acumen in him. After that this poor boy of a poor farmer went forward gradually, and, when Mr. More land resigned the secretaryship of the Carnegie' Company, he succeeded to the position. He and Mr. Moreland can truthfully be called boy millionaires, for each is stilltfrn the shady side of middle age. Like the r& of Carnegie's lieutenants, these two ambitious employes had to work hard to keep the good will of their employer and get a share of the profits. How closely tho Carnegie group was W. TV". BLACKBURN SECRETARY AND TREASURER OF THE CAR NEGIE STEEL COMPANY. kept down to business is shown by tho following Incident: Mr. Moreland, when auditor of the company, was summoned to New York to consult with his commercial master. At dinner Mr. Carnegie set wine before his guest. "No. thank you, I don't drink," sofC Mr. Moreland. ) Later on Mr. Carnegie brought out the cigars. "No. thank you, I don't smoke," said Mr. Moreland. Still later in tho evening Mr. Carnegie proposed a gamo of cards. "No, thank you, I don't play cards," sajd Mr. Moreland. 'air. Carnegie looked at his guest. "Tell mo why you don't do any of these things?" he drily requested. "You've kept me working too hard all these years; I've had no time to learn," was the reply. Mr. Carnegie thought a moment. . "Andy," he said, "I'm going to give you a three months' vacation. Now, for THE LITTLE GOD AMD DICKLj W HERE are you going?" said somebody, as he slunk out to ward the hatrack. "Oh, out," he murmured, with what a vaudeville artist would call a good imita tion of a person wishing to appear blame lessly forgetful of something he remem bered quite distinctly. "Well, see that you don't stay long. Re member what It Is this afternoon." He turned like a stag at bay. "What is it this afternoon?" he demand ed viciously. "You know very well." "What?" "See that you're here, that's all. You've got to get dressed." "I will not go to that old dancing school again, and I tell you that I .won't, and I won't. And I won't!" "Now, Dick, don't begin that all over again. It's so silly of you. 'You've got to go." "Why?" "Because it's the thing to do." 'Why?" "Because you must learn to dance." "Why?" "Every nice boy learns." "Why?" "That will do, Richard. Go and find your pumps. Now, get right up from the floor, and if you scratch the Morris chair I shall speak to your father. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Get right up. You must expect to be hurt if you pull so. Come, Richard! Now, stop crying a great boy like you! " I am sorry I hurt your elbow, but you know very well you aren't crying for that at all. Come along!" His sister flitted by the door in an en gaging dishabille, her accordion-plaited skirt held carefully from the floor, her hair in two glistening, blue-knotted pig tails. A trail of rose-scented soap flitted through the hall. "Hurry up, Dick, or we'll be lute," she called back, sweetly. "Oh, you shut up, will you!" he auuJbi She looked meek and listened to his de privation of dessert. for the rest of th& week with an air of love for the sinner and hatred for tho sin that deceived even her older sister, who was dressing her. A desperately patient monologue from the next room Indicated the course of. events there. 'Your necktie is on the bed. No, I don't know where the blue one Is. It doesn't matter. That is Just as good. Ye3, it Is. No, you cannot. You will have to wear one. Because no one ever goes without. I don't know why. "Many a boy would be thankful and glad to have silk stockings. Nonsense your legs are warm enough. I don't be lieve you. Now, Richard, how perfectly ridiculous! There Is no left and right stockings. You have no time to change. Shoes are a different thing. Well, hurry up, then. Because they are made so, I suppose I don't know why. "Brush It more on that side no, you can't go to the barber's. You went last week It looks pretty well. I cut It? WTiy, I don't know how to trim hair. Anyway, there isn't time now. It will have to do. Stop your scowling, for good ness' sake, Dick. Have you a handker chief? It makes no difference, you must carry one. You ought to want to use it. Well, you, should. Ys, they always do, whether they have colds or not, I don't know why. "Your Golden Text! The idea! No, you cannot You can learn that Sunday be fore church. This is not the time to learn Golden Texts. I never saw such a child. Now, take your pumps and find the plush bag. Why not? Put them right with Ruth's. That's what the bag was made for. Well, how do you want to carry them? Why, I never heard of anything so silly. You will knot the strings. I don't care If they do carry skates that way skates are not slippers. You'd lose them. Very well, then, only hurry up. I should think you'd be ashamed to "have them dangling around your neck that heaven's sake, go off somewhere and learn to do something besides work." The Carnegie Company one day adver tised in the newspapers for a bookkeeper. F. T. F. Lovejoy, while working In a laundry, had picked up a good knowledge of accounting, and so, when he read the "want ad.," decided to apply for the po sition. By good luck he managed to ar rive at the manager's office ahead of all other applicants, and, after a short in terview, was given the position. The lucidity of his balance sheets at once at tracted attention, and then step by step he began rising until he attained ti.e secretaryship- This he held until he took sides with Mr. Frlck In his controversy with Mr. Carnegie, and then he was suc ceeded by Mr. Moreland. Mr. Lovejoy Is said to be in the $10,000,000 and over class. H. P. Bope, who, although not quite so young in years as Mr. Blackburn, Is still on the sunny sldo of middle age, was selected by Mr. Carnegie to be the com pany's first stenographer because he pre sented a clean, keen appearance and had the reputation among his associates ot way. Becauso people never do carry them so. I don't know why. "Now, here's your coat. Well. I can't help It, you have no time to hunt for them. Put your hands in your pockets it's not far. And mind von. rJnn't run fnr Ruth every time. You don't take any pains wun ner, ana you hustle her about. Miss Dorothy says. Take another little girl. Yes, you must I shall speak to your father If you answer me In that way, Richard. Men don't dance with their sis ters. Because they don't I don't know why." He slammed the door till the piazza shook, and strode along beside his scan dalized sister, the pumps flopping noisily on his shoulders. She tripped along con tentedly sho liked to go. The personal ity capable of extracting .pleasure from the hour before them baffled his compre hension, and he scowled fiercely at her, rubbing nls silk stockings together at every step, to enjoy the strange smooth sensation thus produced. This gave him a bow-legged gait that distressed his sis ter beyond words. "I think you might stop. Everybody's looking at you! Please stop, Dick Pendle ton; you're a mean old thing. I should think you'd be ashamed to carry your slippers that way. If you Jump In that wet place and spatter me I shall tell papa you will care, when I tell him. just the same! You're Just as bad as you -can be. I shan't speak with you. today!" She pursed up her Hps and maintained a determined silence. He rubbed his legs to gether with renewed emphasis. Ac quaintances met them and passed, uncon scious of anything but the sweet picture of a sister and a brother and a plush bag going daintily and dutifully to dancing school; but his heart waB hot at the in justice of the world and the hypocritical cant of girls, and her thoughts were busy with her Indictment of him before the family tribunal she hoped he would be sent to bed. He Jumped over the threshold of the long room and aimed his cap at tho head of a boy he knew, who was standing on one foot to put on a slipper. This de stroyed his friend's balance, and a cheer ing scuffle followed. Life assumed a more cheerful aspect In the other dressing room his sister had fluttered Into a whis pering, giggling, many-colored throng; buzzing and chucking with the rest she adjusted her slippers, and perked out her bows, her braids quivering with sociabil ity. A shrill whistle called them out in twe crowding bunches to the polished floor. Hoping against hope, he had clung to the beautiful thought that Miss Dorothy would be sick, that she had missed her train but no! there she was, with her shiny high-heeled slippers, her pink skirt that pulled out like a fan, and her silver whistle on a chain. The little clicking castanets that hang out so sharply In her hand beyond a doubt The large man at the piano, who al ways Jooked half asleep, thundered out the first bars of the latest waltz, and the business began. Their eyes were fixed solemnly on Miss Dorothy's pointed shoes. They slipped and slid and crossed their legs and arched their pudgy insteps; the boys breathed hard over their gleaming collars. On the right side of the hall 30 hands held out their diminuUve skirts at an alluring an gle. On the left neat black legs pattered diligently through mystic evolutions. The chords rolled out slower, with dra matic pauses between; sharp clicks of the castanets rang through the hall; a line of toes rose gradually toward the hori zontal, whirled more or less steadily about crossed behind, bent low; bowed, and with a flutter of skirts resumed the first position. A little breeze of laughing admiration circled the row of mothers and aunts. "Isn't that tco cunning! Just like a lit tle ballet! Aren't they graceful, really, now!" The whistle shrilled. "Ready for the two-step, children!" A mild tolerance, grew on Richard. If dancing must be, better the two-step than anything else. Any one with a firm inten tion of Keeping the time and a strong arm can drag a girl through it very accepta bly. It was Dickey's custom to hurl himself at the colored bunch nearest him. seize a Sabine, bo to speak, and plunge "W. E. COREY, PRESIDENT CARNEGIE STEEL COMPANY HE BE GAN BY TRUNDLING A WHEELBARR OW., being close of mouth. In this position Mr. Bope came into intimate and confi dential .relations with Mr. Carnegie, and his proved ability to guard business se crets gave him his golden opportunity, which has yielded him $3,000,000. When Albert C. Case, now of New York where many of Pittsburg's moneyed men have moved in late years, attracted Mr. Carnegie's attention, he was con nected with the Pittsburg office of a big mercantile agency. One day he gave the Carnegie Company a piece of Information that saved It several thousands of dollars. Shortly after that he was asked how he would like to become the head of the credit department of the Carnegie plants. For five years thereafter he handled the credits, and In that time only nine one thousandths of 1 per cent of the many millions of dollars involved was lost Only a few years ago William E. Corey, president of the Carnegie Company and the Carnegie Steel Company, and fre quently talked of ns a future priient of the United States Steel Corporation, ; into the dance. He had his eye on Louise j Hetherington. a large, plump girl, with a ; tremendous braid of hair. She was a i size too bic for the class, but everybody j liked to dance with her. for she knew j how, and piloted her diminutive aartners ' with great ' skill. But she had been snapped up by the G-year-old Harold, and was even now guiding his infant steas around the hall. Dickey skirted the row of mothers and aunts cautiously. Heaven send Miss Doro thy was not looking at him! She seemed to have eyc-3 In the back of her head, tha't woman. "Oh, look! Did you ever see anything so sweet?" said somebody. Involuntarily he turned. There in a corner, all by herself, a little girl was gravely performing a dance. He stared at her curiously. For the fiist time, free from all personal con nection with them, he discovered that those motions were pretty. , She was ethereally slender, brown-eyed, brown-haired, brown-skinned. A little fluffy wh'lte dress spread fan-shaped above her knees; her ankles were birdlike. The foot on which she aolsed seemed hardly to rest on the ground; the other, pointed outward, hovered easily now here, now there. Her eyes were serious, her hair hung loose. She swayed lightly; one little gloved hand held out her skirt, the other marked the time. Dickey advanced and bowed . jerkily, grasped one of tho loops of her sash in the back, stamped gently a moment to get the time, and the artist sank into the partner. "Don't they do it well, though! See those little things near the door!" he causht.as they went by, and his heart swelled with pride. "What's your name?" he asked abruptly after the dhnce. "Thethella." she lisped, and-shook her hair over her cheek. She was very shy. "Mine's Richard Carr Pendleton. My father's a lawyer. What's yours?" "I I don't know!" she gasped, obviously considering flicht. He chuckled delightedly. Was ever such engaging idiocy? She didn't know: Weil, well! "Pc6h!" he said grandly. "I guess you know. Don't you, really?" She looked hopelessly at her fan and shook her head. Suddenly a light dawned in her bljr eyes. "Maybe I know," she murmured. "I gueth I know. He he'th a really thtate!" "A really state? That isn't anything nothing at all. A really state?" He frowned at her judicially. Her lip aulv ercd. She turned and ran away. "Here, come back!" he called, but she was cone. When at length Miss Dorothy announced "That will do for today" they surged into the dressing-rooms, to be buttoned up and pulled out of draughts and trundled home. She was swathed carefully in a wadded silk Jacket and then enveloped in a hooded Mother Hubbard cloak. She looked like an angelic brownie. Dicky ran up to her as a woman led her out to a coupe at the curb and tugged at the ribbon of her clonk "Where do you live? Say, where do you?" he demanded. Her hair was under the hood, but she. hid her face behind the woman. "I I gueth I live on Chethnut street," woman laughed. "Why, yes, you do, Cissy," she .re proved. "Tell him directly now." She put one tiny finger In her mouth. "I Igueth I live on Chetnut thtreet" she called as the door slammed and shut hpr In. His sister amicably offered him half the plush bag to carry, and opened a running criticism of the afternoon. "What made you dance all the time with Clfsy Weston? She's an awful baby a Tegular 'frald cat We girls tease her Just as easy Do you like her?" "Sho's the prettiest one there! he said. His sister stared at him. "Why, Dick Pendleton! She's not! She's so little she's not half so pretty as Agnes, or or lots of the girls. She's such a baby. She puts her finger in her mouth if any body say3 anything at all. If you ask her a single thing she does like this: 'I don't know, I don't know.' " Ho smiled scornfully. Did he not know 1 was pushing a wheelbarrow In the yards of one of the Carnegie mlll3 in Braddock. He wheeled so much more Iron in a day I than the men at his elbows that he was j soon made a foreman over them. Then j his employers noticed that he got three , times as much work out of his men as the other foremen, and at the same time the men worked harder without any grum bling and swore by their new and youth ful boss. Corey was straightway picked t out by Mr. Carnegie as a promising and vaiuaoio acquisition and given constantly widening opportunities. He worked hard, studied at night to improve his public school education, and in time became an expert chemist and an armor-plate authority. He was made su perintendent of this mill and that depart ment, and invariably increased the out put. When Mr. Schwab resigned td become president of the Steel Trust. Mr. Corey was the only man considered for his suc cessor at the head of the Carnegie Com 1 pany and the Carnegie Steel Company. ' Thomas Lynch, the young head of the how she did it? Had he not seen that ador able finger, those appealing eyes? "And she can't talk plain! She lisps truly she does!'.' Heavens! Was ever a girl so thick-headed as that' sister of his? Brains, technical knowledge, experience of the world these he had never looked to find In her; but perceptions, feminine intuitions were they lacking, too? "I should like." he said to his mother the next day, "to go and see her." "Well, you can go with me tomorrow, perhaps, when I call on Mrs. Weston," she-assented. "What? Why, of course not! Men don't go calling In pumps. Your best shoes will do. Are you crazy? A straw hat In' Feb ruary? You will wear your middy cap. Now don't argue the matter, Richard, or you can't go at all." Seated opposite her on a hassock, their mothers chatting .across the room, his as surance withered away. There was noth ing whatever to say, and he said It, ade quately perhaps, but with a sense of deep ening embarrassment. She toolc refuge be hind her chair, and they stared uncom fortably at each other. "And he has never condescended to have anything to do with little girls before, so we are much Impressed." Oh, why did not the hassock yawn be neath him and swallow him up? To discuss him as if he were a piece of furni ture! . . . Why didn't she speak? If only they were out of doors; In a room with pictures and cushions a man is at such a disadvantage. "If you'll come over to my house, I'll show ' you the biggest rathole you ever saw it's in the stable!" he said desper ately. It was a good deal to do for a glrL but she was worth It. ' "Oh! Oh!" she breathed, and her eyes widened. "Maybe you can see the rat he doesn't often come, out, though," he added hon estly. She shuddered and twisted her fingers violently. "No! No!" she whispered revoltedly. "I I hate ratths!' I dreamed about one! I had to have the gath lit! Oh, no!" Frightened at this long speech, she looked obstinately in her lap, though he tried perslstenly to catch her eye and smile. Their mothers' voices rose and fell; they chattered meanlnglessly. She would not look at him; at his wits' ends, he played his last card. If she were of mortal flesh and blood, this, would Interest her. "Look here!" Do you know what Boston bull pups are? Do you?" She nodded vigorously. "Well, you know their tails?" She nodded uncertainly. "You know they's Just little stumps?" "Oh, yeth!" she beamed at him. "My "Uncle Harry'th got a bulldog. Hlth name ith Eli. He liketh me." "Well, see here! Do you know how they make their tails short? A man bites 'em oft! A fellow told me " "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She shuddered off the hassock, and rushed to her mother, gasp ing with horror. "He thayth he thayth " words failed her. "Broken sobs of "Ell! Oh. Ell!" filled the parlor. He was dazed, terrified. What had happened? What had he done? He was shuffled disgracefully from the room; apologies rose above her sobbing; the door closed behind Dicky and his mother. Waves of rebuke rolled oyer his trou bled spirit "Of all dreadful things to say to a poor, nervous little girl! I am too mortified. Richard, how do you learn such "dreadful, dreadful things? It's not true." "But, mamma, it is! It truly is! When they are little a man blte3 them off. Peter told me so. He puts his mouth right down " "Richard! Not another word! You are disgusting perfectly disgusting. You trou ble me very much." He retired to the clothes-tree In the side yard there were no Junipers there and cursed his gods. To have made her cry! They thought he didn't care, but, oh, he did! He felt as If he had eaten a cold, gray stone that weighed down his stom ach. The cat slunk by, but he threw noth ing at her, and his neighbor's St Ber nard puppy roiled Inquiringly Into the hedge, stuck there and threshed about helplessly, but be said nothing to frighten ANDREW 31. MORELAND, 3IADB A CARNEGIE LIEUTENANT BE CAUSE HE WAS AN EXPERT TELEGRAPHER. world's biggest coke company, was partly brought forward by Mr. Carnegie, al though Mr. Frlck found him. But after the latter had done this, Mr. Carnegie, recognizing Mr. Lynch's worth, helped to place advancement Jn his way. Mr. Lynch went to Pittsburg from a country town in Southwestern Pennsyl vania, where his father, a hard-working Irishman, had puthlm through the com mon school, and started clerking- in a wholesale grocery store. After a few weeks' trial he was discharged. He drift ed to the little coke town of Broad Ford, near his home, and became a clerk In the company store of O. A. TInstman, who had coke ovens in the neighborhood. When Mr. Frlck secured the Tinstman property a few months later, he put Mr. Lynch in charge of the store, because, forsooth, he was Its only clerk. Mr. Lynch made the store pay, and as a re sult he was told to superintend the vari ous company stores of his employer. Soon he was superintendent of all the coal mines operated by tho Frick-Carnegie In terests in the Connellsville coke region. Josephine Dodge Daska'm it He thought of supper they had spoken of cinnamon Tolls and little yellow cus tardsbut without the usual thrill. What was the matter? Was he going to be sick? There seemed to be no outlook to life one thing was as . good as another. At night his mother came and sat for a moment on the side of the bed. "Papa doesn't want you to feel too bad, dear." she said. "He knows that you never meant to frighten Cecelia so. You know that little girls are different from little boys In some ways. Things that seem er amusing to you, seem very cruel to them. Tomorrow, would you like to send her some flowers and write her a little note and tell her how sorry you are?" He could not speak, but he seized his mother's hand and kissed- It up to her lace ruffle. The cold, gray stone melted away from his stomach; again the future stretched rosily vague before him. In happy dreams he did the honors of the rat-hole to a sweet, shy guest. In the morning he applied himself to his note of apology: his sister ruled the lines on a beautiful sheet of paper with a curly gold "P." at the top. and he bent to his task with extended tongue and lines be tween his eyes. He carried her the note with a sense of justifiable pride. "It's spelled all right," he said, "be ; cause every word I didn't know I asked j Bess, and she told me." j My Dear Cecelia: ; I am going to send you some flowrs. I am sory they bite them of but they do. T hope you will not hafto lite the gas. we are all well and havelng a good time, with much love I am your loving son. RICHARD CARR PENDLETON- "Bess did the periods, but I remembered the large I's myself." he added comfort ably. "Is it air right?" His mother left the room abruptly, and he. supposing it to be one of her many suddenly remembered errands, was merci fully unconscious of any connection be tween himself and the roars of laughter that came from his father's study. "Just as it Is, mind you, Lizzie, Just as it is!" his father called after her a3 she came out again; and though she Insisted that It was too absurd, and that some thing was the matter with her children, she was sure, nevertheless she kissed him with no particular occasion, and held her peace nobly when he selected a hideous purple blossom with spotty leaves, assist ed by the Interested florist His offering was acceptable. That day she met him on her walk, and smiling al most fearlessly, offered him a camel ani mal cracker! True, the most obvious pro jection was bltten-off, and that process is tho best part of animal crackers. He gave her in return a long-cherished canctop of polished wood, cut In the shape of a greyhound's head, with eyes of orange-colored glass. She seemed almost to appreciate It. He had been offered a white mouse for It more than once. For two long months the Little God led him along the primrcse way. The poor fellow thought It was the main road; he had yet to learn It was a bypath. But the Little God was not through with him. Her brother, an uninteresting fellow at first, had improved on acquaintance, and though he scoffed at Dicky's devotion to his sister thinking her a great baby he had come to consider him a friend. One day, late in April, he led Dick out to a deserted, corner of the grounds, and for the sum of a small red top and a blue glass eye that had been a doll's mcst winning feature, consented to Impart to him a song of such delicious badness that It had to be sung In secret He had just learned it himself, and the knowledge of it admitted one to a sort of club, whose members were bound together by the vicious syllables! Dicky was pleasantly uncertain of Its meaning, but It contained words that cus tom had banished from the family circle. They crooned it fearfully, with faces averted from the house, and an exhila rating sense of dissipation. Yellow belly, yellow belly, come an' take a swim! Ye, by eolly, when the tide comes In! As he slipped back to the house alone, practicing it furtively and foretasting the joys of Imparting it to Peter, the stable man, Cecelia appeared suddenly from be hind a large tree. She was all smiles she was not afraid of him any more. Dancing lightly on one foot, she waved her bon About this time foreigners were brought Into the coke regions and all sorts ot trouble resulted. The riotous element held full sway and mine and county officials hid themselves because drink-crazed strikers swore they would kill the first American who attempted to interfere with their an archistic doings. Everybody was scared everybody except "Tom" Lynch. Despite, the pleadings of friends, this small man would walk into the midst of a group of strikers and order them to scatter to their homes, and they obeyed. He did more to quell riots in the Connellsville region than, a dozen officials. So Mr. Lynch was made superintendent of everything that Frick ariZ. Carnegie owned In the coal and cok line. Five years ago, when Mr. Frlck retired, Mr. Lynch took his place as pres ident of the coke company. He Is worth about J2.000.0CO. The story of how Mr. Charles M. Schwab became one of Mr. Carnegie's most trusted lieutenants has already been told many times. THOMAS G. FISK. (Copyright. 1002.) net and began to sing, bubbling with I laughter. Horror! What did he hear? I Yelly belly, yelly belly, comln take a thwlm! ilia, uj- "Oh, stop! Cissy, stop it! You mustn't sing that!" he cried wildly. She looked elfish. "Why not? Dicky thlngth It," she said with a happy smile. She had a heavenly habit, left from babyhood, of referring to her Interlocutor and occasionally to herself in the third person. "But girls mustn't sing it," he warned her sternly. "Don't you dare to it's a secret." She danced further away. "Dicky thlngth it Thithy thlngth it," she persisted, .and as he scowled sho pursed her Hp3 again. Yelly belly, yelljfbelly "I won't sing It! I won't!" he cried des perately. "I won't if you'll keep still! So there! I tell you I won't!" She stopped, amused at his emotion. All ignorant of his sacrifice, all careless of his heroic defense of her, she only knew that she could tease him in an entirely new way. And the Little God, knowing that Dicky would keep his word, and that Peter would never get the chance for the scandalized admiration once In store for him. strutted proudly away and polished up his chains. His victim was secure. Her brother, on learning the facts, sug gested slapping her well good heavens! and having nothing more to do with her, for a mean, sneaking tattle-tale. Here was an opportunity to break his bonds. But to those who have served the Little God It will be no surprise to learn that It wa3 on that very evening that he made his famous proposal to the assembled family, namely, that he and Cecelia should bo really engaged like her Uncle Harry and Miss Merriam, and in a little while marry and set up housekeeping in the guest chamber. "That's what Miss Merriam Is going to do," ho explained, "and Cissy's grandma is sorry, too; it doesn't leave her any place for company but the hall bedroom. But they've got to have the room, she s'poses." "That will do, Richard! You are not to repeat everything you hear. And I am afraid I need the guest chamber. What should we do when Aunt Nannie comes?" "Oh, Cissy could have her crib right In the room. Sho wouldn't mind Aunt Nannie," he replied superbly. "She always sleeps in a crib, and she always will. A bed scares her she's afraid she'll fall out. I could sleep on the couch, like Christmas time!" But In the manner of age the wide world over, they merely urged him to wait It wa3 that very night that he reached the top of the wave, and justified the Little God's selection. He came down to breakfast rapt and quiet. He salted his oatmeal by mistake and never knew the difference. His sis- ! ter laughed derisively, and explained his folly to him as he swallowed the last spoonful, but he only smiled kindly at her. After his egg he spoke. "I dreamed that it was dancing school. And I went. And I was the only fellow there. And what do you think? All the little girls were Cecelia!" They gasped. "You don't suppose he'll be a poet, do you, Rich? Or, a genius, or anything," his mother inquired anxiously. "Lord, no!" Ms father returned. "1 should say he was more likely to be a Mormon!" Dick knew nothing of either class. But the Little God knew very well what he was, and was at that moment making out his diploma. (Copyright, 1003.) Fontnl Card Vijrnettes. What Presidents' pictures are used on the postal card, and how often are they changed? B. A. T. McKinley's head ision the postal cards of the latest issue for domestic use. Lib erty's head is on .the cards for foreign use. In the past Jefferson's head ha3 been used several times. There Is no definite time for a change, the officials simply taking a new picture when they wish