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CII AFTER XXVI.
The weeks slipped by, and the young
spring began to send out its forerun
ners. It had been a mild winter, aud
the hie horse chestnut in the Mailing
ford woods sent forth their round pale
buds quite a fortnight earlier than usual.
A young fellow named Farringdon, the
eon of a friend of Sir Geoffrey s youtn,
had been among the Christmas Tisitors
at Mallingford, and it was soon appar
ent that he had fallen desperately In
love with sweot-facei Ethel. He was
a most estimable young man, with
substantial rent roll, and he went to Sir
Geoffrey and asked his consent, feeling
quite satisfied as to what would be the
result
Then Sir Geoffrey spoke to Ethel,
and was astoaished on receiving an em
phatic refusal, coupled with the declara-
. tion that her heart was not her own to
bestow. So, Sir Geoffrey, bearing in
mind the r'.rl's harpv excitement over
Selling's letter, which contained noth
ing but accounts of Dornton's industry,
talent and success, put two and two to
gether and decided that she was still true
to her first lore. He was a little dis
appointed that it should be so; but he
had married for love himself, and he was
not going to attempt to influence his
daughter in the selection of her husband.
So a warm invitation was sent to, the
roaming artists, and Ethel settled down
into a beatific state of anticipation; and
one soft spring day toward the end of
April they arrived.
Sir Geoffrey actually drove over him
self to meet them, and Ethel put on her
prettiest hat and accompanied him. She
did not go on the platform with her
father, but sat there watching the few
passengers pass by ones and twos
through the little station door. She won
dered what could be keeping them.
At last her father came out, and with
him a handsome sun-burnt, broad-shouldered,
bearded giant, whom Ethel re
graded with no little surprise. Could
this self-possessed, courteous creature be
Jack her Jack, whom she used to chide
sometimes for his little mistakes, who
had often confessed that he owed what
little polish he had to his intercourse
with her and her father? She was so
astonished at the change In the man
and his manners that some of her feeling
found its way into her face.
"How changed you are!" she had al
most said "improved." "You look as if
j on had enjoyed your winter very much."
"I have; but I hope to enjoy my
spring better."
Something in the words jarred Ethel's
nice sense of tact. She glanced quick
ly at him, blushed again, and changed
the subject.
"Where'a Captain Telling, papa?"
That gentleman stepped forward from
behind the pillar of the portico, where,
with a strange longing, he had stood
watching the eloquent little pantomime
of blushes and glances that had just
taken place. The girl looked at him for
a moment in even greater surprise than
she had at Jack. She grew very pale,
then extended both hands quickly.
"I am so glad to see you again," she
said, "though I am sorry to see you look
ing so tired. I don't think traveling
grees with you. You must stay at Mall
ingford, and be nursed until you are
quite well."
' A dusky red called up perhaps by
the warmth of her greeting suddenly
spread over his face, then left it again
as colorless as before.
"I am all right," he returned, smiling
at. the anxious look in her eyes. "I'm
as hard as nails; nothing ever ails me."
"We won't argue the question now,"
she said, with her usual brightness. "Are
all your belongings right? Let us get
home, then, and have some luncheon; I
am absolutely famished. Come, papa."
The three men took their seats in the
roomy barouche, and the talk became
general. Ethel, leaning back in her cor
ner, and taking mental note of the trou
ble and suffering written so unmistaka
bly on Felling's face, did not notice that
he in turn was being watched as closely
by some one else, who, by the end of the
Eve-mile drive, had come to the conclu
sion that he had been decoyed to Mall
lngton under false pretenses, and had
made up his mind to take the first op
portunity of ascertaining the truth from
her own Hps. But the opportunity did
not present itself so readily as he had
hoped, and three days peised without
a chance of a tete-a-tete. On the fourth,
however, things changed. It was the
day of the private view at the Academy.
Of course Sir Geoffrey, by the right of
his old associations, had the entree; so
equally, of course, had Jack as an ex
hibitor. The rooms were, as usual, crowded to
excess. Jack and Sir Geoffrey were in
front, and Ethel was with Felling. Jack
turned suddenly, with his face aglow and
his eye j shining, and said, in a proud
whisper:
Felling, It's on the line:'
Felling pressed forward and shook
him stealthily by the hand. Ethel saw
the movement and for a moment wished
she was a man to inspire such a friend
ship as existed between these two; then
she offered hex congratulations warmly
and sincerely.
The other two pawed on, leaving Ethel
with Jack to take note of the points of
the picture. Jack, seizing the opportu
nity befit his head and whispered:
"Do yon remember my water-color of
last year?"
"To be sure." she answered, without
any sign beyond a slight increase of color
that the memory was a disquieting one.
"Cow much has happened since then
Chat I could wish undooe!"
-And L also."
Io yoo mean that?"
"Why should I say it unless I did?"
Jack looted excited. It was an awk
ward place to make an avowal of lovt,
certain!", bat he would not lose te or
port unity she bad given him. He leaned
forward and pointed out some flaw la
a picture before them, without In the
least knowing wast he was saying, then
whisper cioee te aar ears
If r r 1 1 r M444I i n r t r H N
Tjhc Vifc's Secret,
OR A BITTER RECKONING
By CHARLOTTE M. BRABMB
I H 1 1 1 H11 t I H M a t-M"M"f-
"And do you really lore me still? And
may I try to redeem my past folly by
loving you more than ever?"
CHAPTER XXVII.
Ethel's answer completely staggered
Jack.
"There are two questions, and they
require two answers," she replied, In a
low, steady voice. "I do not love you
still not as I did then. And, in my
opinion, nothing could repair your past
folly. Weakness and faithlessness are
just the two failings I could never ex
cuse in a man. They are so supremely
feminine!"
"I have been misled," he said, shortly.
"Not by me, directly or indirectly."
"Was it not in deference to your wtsn
that Sir Geoffrey invited me to Mailing
ford?" "Certainly. But may not a young
woman wish to see a young man in
whom she takes a very warm friendly
interest, without the young man repaying
her by an offer of marriage? Come let
us be friends. You are not madly in
love with me, you know. It was as
much pity for my supposed love-lorn
state as anything that led you to make
this declaration. Now that you see I am
not love-lorn, and you have done your
duty by me in giving me the chance you
thought I was pining for, there is an end
of it."
"I don't understand you one bit.'
"Of course not. We women pride our
selves on not being understood. It is the
only defense we have, the power of hid
ing our feelings. Come let us find papa,
and we will forget all about this foolish
talk, and be just as comfortable togeth
er as we were before."
Jack obeyed rather surlily. It was a
change for him to be treated in this light,
off-hand way by Ethel, after he had been
taught to believe that it was his bounden
duty to rescue her from the slough of
slighted affections. But, though he was
really very fond of her, and would doubt
less have made her an excellent husband,
his pride was more deeply touched than
his feelings by her refusal, so there was
plenty of room for hope that he would
quickly recover from the blow.
Felling looked at them when they at
last met, guessed that something had
taken place. He could see their evident
flurry, but he could not tell how matters
had fared with Jack. He believed them
to be favorable. If it should prove so.
his task would be finished; he would
have reunited Ethel to the only man she
could ever care for, and he would drown
his own heart griefs in the excitement
of foreign travel.
The men lingered longer than usual In
the dining room that evening, and Ethel
found the time hang heavily on her
hands. Presently she heard the footsteps
of the three cross the hall in the direc
tion of the billiard room, and she was
surprised that they had not asked her
to mark for them. She felt nervous and
anxious, and was tired of being alone.
With this feeling upon her, she decided
to get a book and for a time at least
forget the thoughts which oppressed her.
She went to the library and wheeled
the steps to a certain shelf that held
the works of her favorite authors. There
was only one lamp in the large room,
but there was a fire burning in the grate.
She was wearing a ruby-colored velvet
dress, buttoned up to the throat with
large cut steel buttons that glimmered
and sparkled coldly from their warm
vetting. It was made, in defiance of
fashion's stern rule, without frill of
puffing and fell gracefully and softly
about her shapely figure. When she had
reached the top of the library steps, the
room door opened and Captain Felling
entered. He began to pace In decided
agitation up and down the dimly lighted
room. Ethel turning round hastily and
seeing who it. was, uttered a little ex
clamation of dismay.
"Miss Ethel! I did not see you. Look
ing for a book? Aren't you afraid of
falling? Come down and let me get it
for you." He was at the foot of the
steps, his hand outstretched to help her.
"I'm not at all afraid, thank you; and
I have not decided onji book yet."
"Won't you do without your novel
reading to-night and let me tell you a
tale instead?"
Her heart went out to him as she de
tected a quiver of painful anxiety in his
voice.
"If it is a nice tale and ends happily,"
she answered. "I like all tales to end
happily. Does yours?"
"It depends on what you consider hap
piness; what to you may seem happi
ness may to me be the depth of despair.
Will you come down and listen?"
Ethel descended from her perch and
took the chair he had set for her, he
seating himseif opposite.
"It is a very short story," he began,
as he turned up the lamp and stirred the
fire. Then he went on: "Once on a time
two men loved one woman. They both
loved her dearly, but, of course, they
could not both marry her. Now it hap
pened that the one she loved offended
her very grievously, and the one she did
not love tried to ingratiate himself
through the favored one's offense. But
the cause of offense was suddenly remov
ed, and then the unloved one said to
himself, 'Her heart Is bound up In this
man; she will never know happiness, but
as his wife; she does not love me. I will
devote my life to making her happy by
bringing them together.' Well, he did.
He helped the favored man to make him
more worthy of her. It was the one
dream, the one ambition of his life, to
see them united. Of course there were
times when he felt still that he could
never know happiness without her him
self. He was a selfish beggar st the
best; but he really did do all he could
for the man she loved. Imagine then
his sstonishment when the man whom
he hd thought she loved cams to him
one dsy snd said, 'It has been all a
mistake on your part; she does not cars
for me at all.' Think what s dissppolnt
ment it was to the poor wretch who had
been working to bring them together st
the sacrifice of his owa feelings! When
SrrirT '': r ss&the jumel mansion.
what her refusal meant, and a sudden
mad thought came into his head. It
was a wild, improbable, unreasonable
thought There were no grounds for it
in fact, all things seemed to poiut in
an opposite direction. Still the thought
was In his mnd. Shall I tell you what
that thought was?" lie paused for a
moment at ths point, and then, moving
nearer to her, went on. "He thought
that, perhaps, In the great tenderness of
her heart, this woman had at first pitied
him for a certain uuhappiness that cloud
ed his life for a time, that possibly she
had overrated his efforts on her behalf,
and that, between her feelings and pity
aud gratitude, she was carried a little
out of herself and ihiaglued she ought,
as a mstter of duty, you know, to marry
the man she did not really love. Then
he said, This must not be; I will go and
set her mind at rest, and tell her not to
worry about me. I shall be all right by
and by, and learn In time to be content
ed without her.' "
"And did he go?"
"Yes, he went."
"And what did the woman say?"
"Ah, that is more thau I can tell' at
present. I have come to ask you to
finish the story for me."
"I see," with a smile. "This Is how I
should fipish It. The humble-minded
man, who did not think It possible that
he could be loved for himself alone, went
to the woman aud told her he should
learn to be conteut without her in time,
upon which the woman rose up and held
out her hands, saying. 'But 1 can never
learn to be contented without you. Alec,
for I love you very, very dearly!' "
A faint little whisper that sounded
like "My own. own love!" floated through
the room, and Captain Felling and Ethel
Mailing were locked in a close embrace.
CHAPTER XXVIIL
"It is very dreadful to have to say It;
but I think I began to love you just
when it was wrong to do so on the
day you came to tell me you had dis
covered your wife was living. Then
came that unhappy time, and the letters
written in Jack's behalf really helped
yourself. At last, when I saw you so ill
and sorrowful looking, my heart went
out to you."
"This will be an awful blow to Jack!"
"Never mind Jack now. Your kind
ness has made him think himself a para
gon. I think it will do him good to find
out that he is not so irresistible as he
fancied himself."
Presently, after some conversation,
Ethel said:
"Papa will wonder what has become
of us. We had better go and tell him
everything. He will be so pleased."
"Do you think so?" Felling asked,
doubtfully; and Ethel throwing her arms
about his neck answered him with kissps.
Of course Sir Geoffrey was delighted.
As a man, he thought highly of Captain
Felling. Besides, be had undoubted ad
vantages of birth aud position, and
would make an excellent master of the
household when the present possessor
should have gone to rest.
Jack was inclined to be displeased at
first; but it Was characteristic of the
facile nature of the man that he con
sented to be conciliated, and stayed on
right Into the summer, making Mailing
ford bis headquarters during his trips
Into the surrounding country to touch up
from nature Lord Summers' six pictures.
And, as the days lengthened to their
longest. Felling gradually recovered
much of his old brightness. Ethel was
devoted to him.
Sometimes people, looking at her ra
diant young beauty and his grave ma
turity, wondered at the girl's uncon
cealed devotion and admiration. One
day some one veutured to say some
thing of the kind to her. Her eyes
flashed a little, as she answered:
"You don't know him as he really Is
if you did, you would not be surprised."
Alec took her to Paris on their wed
ding trip, and amid the gayetles of the
city they did not forget one day to pay
a visit to Pauline's grave. Ethel placed
a large wreath of Immortelles on the
resting place of her unfortunate cousin
and turned away with a lump rising in I
her throat Husband and wife were)
both very silent on the way back to their
hotel.
They received one visitor before they
passed on toward Italy it was Babette,
now Mme. Couronne, of the Boulevard
des Italiens. She had Invested her five
thousand pounds judiciously, and was
already becoming rather celebrated as
one of the leading modistes of the city.
She wished one piece of news to be con
veyed to Sir Geoffrey. Messrs. Daws &
Raven had made "a flash in the pan"
with their two thousand five hundred
pounds; they had speculated through a
man who was "hammered" the very next
settling day, and so lost every 'penny,
and were In a worse plight than ever.
"They wanted me to join in the same
speculation," added Mme. Couronne,
"with the money your father had been
so so generous as to Insist upon my ac
cepting; but you have a proverb, 'A bird
in the hand is worth two In the bush,'
and I kept my money under my own
management as madame sees, with good
result
Erect, white-hatred Sir Geoffrey la
never so happy as when he is walking
out with toddling Geoffrey Mailing Fel
ling, who is to carry oa the old family
name, by and by. Captain Felling is
everything that a country gentleman
should be; and. In spite of the many calls
on him, he Is always able to spend plenty
of time in his wife's society. The pless
ure these two find In each other's com
pany is as strong to-day as it was oa
their wedding tour, and it Is likely to
Increase rather than diminish, for it Is
a union founded on the most lasting of
all foundations a deep mutual respect
and an impregnable faith.
THE END.
What's the t'se?
"Do you ever (jet discouraged?"
asked the Intimate friend.
"No," answered Mr. Ceinstoek, T
don't I know that If It comes to the
worst I can let my hair grow song.
show a band of religious enthusiasts
the fciJy true path to heaven, and Mrs
without work in the finest bouse In the
colony." Detroit News.
Statistics compiled by the th(9H
automobile trade assoclans show tfcat
there are about 53,000 motor can a
use In this country, the first cost st
which aggregated $70,000,000.
ONCE THE 8CENE OP REVELRY
AND MERRYMAKING.
where Scores of Celebrities Were
Entertained, Dined and Wined
by One of the Most Faacinatinar
Beauttes of Her Time.
To the people who believe with
Shakspeare that "all the world's a
stage and all the men and women
merely players" there hi nothing of
greater fascination than an old house.
Here have been enacted the most
charming comedies and the most pit
iful tragedies, and ofttlmea, as in the
case of real actors, breaking hearts
have been covered by smiles and mirth
while bright, laughing eyes have ached
with unshed tears.
One of the most interesting of the
many historical mansions In this coun
try Is the brave old Jumel house which
stands on Washington Heights, in New
York, and Is known as one of the few
remaining vestiges of the old-time
architectural splendor of that city, it
stands well back from the street and
commands a lofty and extensive view,
Its sole barricade now from an in
quisitive public being a high, luxur
iant box-hedge. The mansion was
built In 1758, as a wedding present for
Mary Phillips, of Phlliipsburg Manor,
Yonkers, who became the wife of Col
onel Roger Morris. This lady was
Washington's first sweetheart and
when the Continental forces confis
cated the mansion from Mary Phillips'
Tory husband a feeling of sentiment
stirred the mighty American's heart
and he took the house as his head
quarters, to prevent its destruction.
When M. Stephen Jumel, a dashing
Frenchman, who kept a sailors' find
ings store on South street and fitted
out privateers for the war In Jamaica
and San Domingo, married the adven
turous Betty Bo wen, he bought and
fitted up the mansion with a magnifi
cent expenditure, calculated to make
the eyes of the plain old Dutch burgh
ers start from their heads. Mistress
Betty had lived, to put it mildly, be
fore she met and married the young
merchant prince. As Betty Bowen,
the rustic beauty had broken the heart
and stamped on the pride of many an
Impressionable Massachusetts beau.
To her was born a child which so
closely resembled George Washington
that for many years was supposed to
be his son. In reality, Major Reuben
Ballou was the father of Betty Bow
en's child. When the baby was 5
weeks old the future hnughy Mme.
Jumel ran away and left him. She
came back several times afterward to
claim her little one, but Freelove Bal
lou, wife of the major, although well
aware of the paternity of the child.
kept It and would not let the mother
so much as see it
Betty was gloriously lovely, with
all the capricious, puzzling wayward
ness of a little child a fascinating rid
dle who charmed Stephen Jumel and
for years after they were wed kept
him wondering what she would do
next To make his wife happy the
wealthy Frenchman imported hang
ings, furniture and wonderful plate
from France. The Jumels entertained
lavishly and the household affairs
were conducted on a great scale. Once,
upon returning from a European trip,
the madam brought with her quanti
ties of Napoleonic relics the dispatch
box of the little corporal, the trunk he
carried on his campaigns, Josephine's
jewels and embroideries and bric-a-brac
which had been the property of
Marie Antoinette.
Many of these valuable souvenirs
are to-day In the drawing room of
Mrs. Julius Caryl, of Washington
Heights, the grand-niece of Mme. Ju
mel. There Is In this same room a
full-length life-size portrait of Mme.
Betty, which was painted In France
In the hey-day of her charms. She
sits in s great carved chair, dressed
In s robe of embossed blue velvet
There are showers of costly lace about
the shoulders, and lappets of lace fall
from the chestnut hair, carefully band
ed snd curled in the fashion of those
days. The face of Mme. Betty Is full
of fire and fascination. The eyes are
lustrous and of sapphire hue, the ex
pression one of winsome pride snd
complacent disdain.
The Jumel mansion Is packed with
history, romance and thrilling mystery.
There are dark snd blood-curdling se
cret passages snd cupboards snd of
course there is s ghost chamber snd s
ghost who walks and walls hi the most
approved fashion.
Ia the great baroneting hall every
nook sad corner tells s tale. Ia this
sumptuous room stood the table which
a&edam never permitted to be dis
tta"bed after one of those famous mld
idgM Kew Year's feasts. After the
myi-m o4 drinklaft the songs sad
tmsts snd banter were dene the table
asssd wffj) Its empty betSss sad
ercse4 ftow-n fast as ft was left
ffee Test fy rtfreJer vtta tot
FAMOUS JUMEL MANSION.
to the fair hostess on his Hps reeled
from its side. The doors were closed
until the dawnlnjj of the next New
Year's feast when the debris was re-',
moved and the table freshly spread.
Near the narrow door stood a huge
carved buffet It Is said that when
Jerome Bonaparte, that interesting
royal lover and husband of Elizabeth
Patterson, dlued with Mme. Betty they
came arm in arm to this corner and
paused. The gallant brother of the
mighty Napoleon bowed and motioned
madam to lead the way. That lady,
ever mindful of what was fit and prop
er, would not take precedence of a
prince and so both, handsome French
main and blushing American, stood
bowing and curtesylng over and over.
It is not known how the matter was
settled, but next day Mme. Betty or
dered a second and larger door cut
through the passageway to avoid fur
ther like embarrassing situations.
From the cavernous fireplace In the
banquet chamber starts a secret pas
sage large enough to hide a grown per
son. It leads up over a china cup
board and penetrates the ghost cham
ber overhead, the room In which mad
am died and in which now on certain
nights, it is said, her ghost walks.
In this wonderful old house may be
seen the secret passage running par
allel to the upper hall, through which J
when the American forces retreated
to Kingsbridge the last man rushed
within arm's reach of the British sol-
.. . . ' , B . . i by the British and his wife imprisoned
upon the balcony, dropped over the,, ... .
railing and made good his escape.
. J r t i in , . . . i
Prince de Jolnville slept In this house,,
., . . .. . ., it v,
his hostess not knowing him until the
. , i i i
next morning as other than a nlght-
ovet taken hunter. Then the maid, who
had served the prince with as much
courtesy as she could have shown had
she known his rank, gave the prince's
card to her mistress.
At the age of 60, widowed, but still !
remarkably love y, Mme. Jumel mar -
. . , x. i . ..
ried Aaron Burr, then a ruined old
man of 78.
, . , . it . .
iu lug Ri em nun iu iuw j
mansion is pointed out the exact spot
where the fiery Betty caught her aged
spouse kissing a pretty maid and, box
ing his ears soundly, turned him out
of doors.
The Jumel house Is now the proper
ty of the Daughters of the American
Revolution. It is conducted as a free
historical museum.
Wandering through the old rooms
the visitor sees In imagination the
forms of departed heroes and beautiful
women, smells the faint odor of June
roses and, listening, hears sweet low
laughter, the clank of sword and the
whisper of silk. ,
OLD FLAME OF H08TE88.
Bat He Didn't Know It Vntll
Bad
Break Brooarbt It Oat.
The sect of the Schwenkfelders, st
their annual reunion In Allentown,
Pa., were eating their famous feast of
bread and apple butter, says the Wash
ington Post The long table was cov
ered with great plates of fine white
bread, great dishes of golden butter,
and great bowls of rich brown apple
butter.
"No, you are mistaken," said the
Rev. A. R. Schorman, of Pandora, O.,
to a reporter, "if you think this is our
Idea of a fine banquet This meal cel
ebrates a historical event the landing
of the Schwenkfelders, and their first
meal In the new world. It was a meal
composed only of bread and apple but
ter, for the good reason that there was
nothing else to have Just then."
Mr. Schorman, as he helped himself
to the excellent apple butter, smiled.
"When you accuse us Schwenkfelders
of regarding this as a great banquet"
he said, "you mistake us and humlll
ate us. You are like the stranger who
visited the home of his boyhood friend.
He and his boyhood friend had not
seen one another for more than thirty
years. Then they met by accident In
New York, and tue resident took the
stranger home to dinner. In the host's
handsome house, as they sat In the par
lor, the guest said:
"'So you are married, John?
" 'Dear, dear, yes,' John answered.
'I am married and have three children.
They will be down to welcome you In
a few minutes.'
"'Well, well,' said the guest 'It
seems strange to think of you as a fa
ther.' And he sighed.
" 'By the way,' the host began,
'didn't you lire In Cambridge after
you left Chicago?
"Oh, yes,' snld the guest 1 lived
there for some years.'
Then perhaps you met Miss Me
Wader "The guest gave a loud laugh.
"'Met herr he cried. 'Man alive,
that's a good one. Met her? I was
engaged to her. But so were all the
other fellows at one time or another.
College boys and clerks. But what's
the matter, John 7 be broke off, anx
iously. " 'Miss McWade Is my wife,' said the
host. In s strange, dead voice."
Hedarlna-.
"You claim that you win make any
sacrifice for my sake, Henry T
"Yes, of course."
"Then Invite mother to come and
live with us."
"Well, of eotrrse, I meant sny rea
sonable sacrifice." Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
The baby Is sick, mother Is up sll
night; eniiaren get met, motner Is
sp all night; father gets sick, mother
is up sD alght; but who Is up when
mother gets sick? Does anyone
Viww of It but ths Lord?
tt to funny: Girls talk of buttontn
up tjietr dresras, when tie really trot
taa fbeja flowu.
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A Little Lesson
In Patriotism
Francis Lewis, signer of the Declara
tion of Independence, was born In
Llandaff, Wales, and educated In the
city of London.
On coming of age
he at once em
barked to the
American colonies,
establishing him
self in a commer
cial business In
New York.
At the time
when the colonies
were In a state of
unrest and war
seemed the Inevi
table solution of
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wrongs of the colonists, Lewis, al
though aware of the fact that war was
certain to wreck his business and to
endanger his personal Interests, at
once threw his lot with that of the
revolutionists. He aided their deliber
ations with his good business Judg
ment He freely distributed his money
to aid their cause. His own house at
Whlteetone, Long Island, was burned
In the city.
Lewis was one of the first to Join the
Sons of Liberty. He was a member
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of the New York committee In the first
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Continental Congress and served on
several advisory bodies. He was one
of the signers of the Declaration of
Independence.
He was commissioner of the board
of admiralty. and held several Import
ant and honorary offices under the new
ffOVet-nmfint Tfo . 1" a a a man rvVirtaA
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opinion was held In such value by his
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townsmen thnf t Ma InflnannA anA
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example was due the loyalty of many
a citizen of New York.
THE STORY OF SANTO DOMLNQO.
Area, 18,045 square miles.
Population, 500,000; language, Span
ish. Population, mixed race of white, In
dian and African blood.
Slavery introduced In 1502; abolished
In 1822.
Chief cities, Santo Domingo, capital
population, 20,000; Puerto Plata, 6,000j
La Vega, 6,000; Santiago, 8,000; Soma
lia, 1,500.
Term of President and Vice President
(according to the constitution), four
years.
Congress, a single house of twenty
four members.
State religion, Roman Catholic.
Municipal schools, 80; pupils, 8,000;
newspapers, 8.
Debt, $32,000,000 gold; annual reve
nues, about $2,000,000.
Products, sugar, rum, cacao, tobacco,
coffee, tropical fruits, fine woods.
1492 Island discovered by Columbus.
1406 Santo Domingo city founded.
1705 Spain transferred Island to
French.
1801 French driven out by Toussaint
L'Ouverture.
1802 French reoccupled Island.
1809 French driven out by English
and entire island of Santo Domingo giv
en to Spnnish.
1822 Revolt succeeded and the two
island governments united under Presi
dent Boyer of Ilayti.
1844 Santo Domingo republic sepa
rated from Hayti.
1861 Santo Domingo republic ceded
by President Santana to Spain.
1865 Spaniards driven out
1870 Treaty of cession to the United
States rejected by the American Senate.
1886 Gen. Ulises Heureaux elected
President
1809 Heureaux assassinated by Ra
mon Caceras.
1809 to 1905 Presidents Figuero,
Jlmlnes, Yasquez, Wos y Gil and Mo
rales. He Wasn't Afraid to Try.
C. VV. Raymond, Chief Justice of ths
United States Court of Appeals of In
dian Territory, was a factory hand at
Onarga, 111., at 90 cents a day, twenty
five years ago. He resolved to become
a lawyer, and made application to
Henry A. Butzow, the county clerk of
his county, for employment The
clerk wrote him that at that time he
did not need any further assistance,
but that the future might bring a de
mand for additional help. He closed
his letter as follows: "Our work Is
adding, adding, adding, all day long.
Did you ever try It?"
Young Raymond was equal to the oc
casion, and answered the clerk on a
postal card, as follows: "No,. I have
never tried adding, adding, adding, all
doy long, but I can try, try, try, and
I won't fall." Success Magazine.
Not a Bora Former.
The Indorsement of checks Is a very
simple thing, but, as the following
story will show, It, too, has Its dllU
culties: A woman went Into a bank where
she had several times presented
checks drawn to Mrs. Lucy B. Smith.
This time the check was made to the
order of Mrs. M. J. Smith M. J. were
her husband's Initials. She explained
this to the paying teller, snd asked
what she should do.
"Oh, that Is all right," he said. "Just
Indorse it ss It Is written there." She
took the check, snd after much heel-
tattoa, said, "I don't think I can make
Airy net!.
"lie has wonderful Imagination,
sard Miss Cayenne.
"Bnt be Is not sn author."
"No. ne tells whst he Is going to
do with ths money he wins st the
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