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jTHE CHARITY GIHL
1 By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS I
CHAPTER XVIII. (Continue.)
Audrey fortunately know nothing of
A dislike and anger she was causing,
J1 and by she found the atmosphere
very close, for an awning had been raised
on deck that formed an impromptu ball
room ; and bidding the few around her a
hasty "good-night," she slipped away,
needless that Beverley Rochfort was
watching her and was following close be-
tind her.
Once outside the awning Audrey drew
m deep breath. A few couples were stroll
ing to and fro, but she passed them and
went swiftly aft.
Had she been less dazed and weary she
wiieht have wondered at the sound of a
light cry quite close, but she was think
ing of Jack, and all else was lost upon
toer.
"I will Just breathe some air and then
m?o below." she said to herself. "It was
stifling in there !"
She stood looking over the moonlit
waters for a moment, and then turned to
tgo. As she did so, she was suddenly
blinded, a sense of horrible fear and help-
Uastmes came over her, a strong, sickly
m.iil penetrated to her brain. She tried
to scream, to struggle In vain. Her
limbs lost their strength, her brain reeled
fhe knew no more.
There was great commotion on board
he Mona that night. By some mis
an Lady John Glendurwood had lost
her footing, and had fallen overboard
Into the still, deep waters below, and.
by a miracle of mercy, Beverley Roch
fort had been near at hand, had plunged
Into the water, and. at risk of his own
life, had succeeded in saving hers.
This was the news that was telegraph
ed to John Glendurwood up In Scotland,
nd which caused his cheeks to turn
ashen gray, and then made him rush
wildlv ta the station, en route for the
aouth, while Audrey lay still and white
on her luxurious cabin bed, carefully
watched by Mrs. Hungerford and Lady
Daleswater, whose usually impassive
countenance was pale and perturbed.
"The shock to the nerves has been very
great,'" said the doctor, who was sum
moned hastily: "but for Mr. Rochforfs
bravery, my dear Lady Daleswater, her
ladyship would not betalive now."
In a dim, far-off way Audrey heard all
this and pondered over It. She tried to
ransack her brain to account for the ac
cident, but in - vain. Even when Jack
came, and she felt his arms holding her
close to his beating heart, her memory did
not clear ; she could tell him nothing, for
he knew nothing herself; it only trou
bled her to think about it. So Jack took
he doctor's advice and refused to allow
amy more questions.
"She is saved, thank heaven, and that
la all' I care !" he said, rathe? brokenly,
to his sister, and then, when he found
himself face to face with Rochfort, he
rent straight up to him. "Rochfort," he
aid, quietly, "hitherto I have judged you
harshly ; henceforth I will try and amend
for that judgment. I owe my wife's life
Co you. Here is my hand. I only hope,
som day, I may be able to show my grat
itude to you and to repay you for what
yoi have done."
Beverley replied by some graceful
words, but as he was alone, he walked
to the edge of the yacht and looked
xross the waters.
"Here endeth the prologue," he said
to himself; "now the drama is about to
begin.
CHAPTER XIX.
The party on board the Mona was
broken up. Audrey's nerves were shat
tered for the time, so that Jack was not
happy until he could remove her from
the yacht to the land.
"What do you say to a short honey
moon all alone with me before we go back
to Craiglands?" he whispered to her per
suasively, and his heart rejoiced at the
mile and blush with which she received
this idea.
And so, despite all Lady Daleswater
could say, he carried his point, and three
days after her accident Audrey left the
Mona and went to the quietest and most
solitary part of the island that was to
be found.
She had one brief interview with Bev
erley Rochfort, and her voice trembled as
he tried to speak her thanks. Willie
Fullerton was standing by, and somehow
it pained and angered him to hear her
doing this.
"Had I been on board I'll stake my
existence It would never have happened,"
be murmured to himself, not understand
ing why so curious and strong a doubt
f rtochfort's bravery and honesty should
cross his mind, but perfectly assured of
its existence all the same. The day they
teft the Isle of Wight Jack seemed full
f mystery.
"Now, I wonder if you have the least
Idea where you are going to, my lady?"
be observed, merrily, as they reached
Dondon and changed trains. '
"Home to Craiglands, of course."
"No, not to Craiglands just yet."
"I really cannot imagine, then, but,"
with a any little blush, "I I don't care
w here lt U as long as you are with
we."
They smiled and chatted on, happy and
eerene, till they reached their journey's
DL
"Now do you know where you are?"
Jack asked as they drove through some
dingy streets In a cab, leaving Murray
at, the station confiding her disgust to
tter fellow servant, the successor to Hen
ry Downs.
"No," she said rn bewilderment "I
bare .never been here before."
"And yet you lived here all your life.
Hi is is Broadborough, Audrey, and "
Ajd are you going to take me to see
Jean, -dear Jean ! Oh, darling, how can
I thank you? How good you are to me!
Jack, you must thank her, you must be
good to her, for soe was the dearest and
the beat in the world to me. Jean, dear
Jean ! Oh, how slow this horse is going!"
"Audrey, I shall begin to be jealous of
alias Thwalt" Jack observed, with a
twinkle In bis eye. "She has left the
(oat. Mr. Lalworth has adopted her.
tea. I knew all abeet x. 1 have
been busy writing while you were dream
ing." They entered a house as Jack
spoke.
"Then Jean knows I am coming?" Au
drey cried, excitedly, and then, the next
minute, she had flown tip to a slender,
gray-robed figure and had flung her arms
about it with a reckless disregard for the
astonishment of the neat servant-maid,
or the portly, kind-faced Mayor.
"Audrey my queen I"
"Jean darling I"
The Joy of that meeting was not to be
adequately described. All Jean's fears
and stifled kngings were swept away
now. Her Audrey was not changed ; she
was as sweet, as dear as ever, and how
beautiful !
Jack, after cordially greeting his girl
wife's friend, left them to themselves for
a moment; and then, after he had chat
ted with Mr. Lulworth, who gazed with
mingled awe and deference on Audrey,
scarcely believing his eyes, he turned to
the two girls.
"Now, Audrey, I think, if you make
inquiries, you will find that Miss
Thwait's trunks are all packed and that
we can take our departure together."
"Jack" Audrey paused for a moment
"Jean Is to come back with me! Oh,
Jack ! You darling !"
Mr. Lulworth discreetly turned his
back, but Jean looked on with tearful yet
joyful eyes as Audrey flung herself into
her husband's arms and kissed him warm
ly. Half an hour later a merry party was
driving to the Broadborough station. Jean
Thwalt had to pinch herself to realize
that it was really she herself who was
sitting there opposite that smart, hand
some young man, and beside her beloved
Audrey, so lovely and exquisite in her
dainty clothes. She was dazed with Joy,
speechless with excitement, and these emo
tions mingled made her pale, delicate face
almost pretty.
How they traveled to Mountberry the
two girls really could not have told. They
had so much to say, so many exclama
tions of delight and affection that the
time passed unheedingly, and " Audrey
only realized she was back in what would
be her home for some time, when on
alighting she saw the carriage, perfectly
appointed, waiting to receive them.
vv hen at last she was alone with her
husband, having herself deposited Jean,
speechless with admiration, in a dainty
bedroom, she had no more words left with
which to thank him. She simply went
up to him, and putting her slender arms
about him, thanked him in a mute way
which touched him inexpressibly.
CHAPTER XX.
This visit of Jean's was the crowning
point of Audrey's happiness. Jean loved
to watch them strolling together, arm in
arm, through the grounds. She was a
dreamer, and she transformed those two
into every hero and heroine of history or
romance. Day by day she found some
new trait to love and admire.
As for Jack, he cordially liked the
pale, Intellectual-faced girl ; she was by
nature a thorough lady, and her mind
gave evidence of deep thought, that only
required culture to blossom into great
cleverness.
After they had been at Craiglands a
fortnight there was a bustle and a con
fusion. Miss Fraser returned to Dingle
wood House. She brought back with her
about half a dozen guests, among whom
were Mrs. Fairfax and her daughter, the
Honorable Lancelot Twist, and Beverley
Rochfort. Lady Daleswater was to join
her in a few days, and the earl also prom
ised the honor of his presence.
"I suppose we shall be having a wed
ding at Dinglewood before long," declar
ed Jack, one morning at runcheon.
Audrey was silent for a moment.
"Gladys will be at Dinglewood next
week. Must we ask them to dinner?"
she said at length.
"I really don't see why we should. If
Gladys wants to visit Mountberry she
ought to come and stay with us; she
knows that."
"But Sheila asked her first, and we
can't quarrel at her for accepting an in
vitation, can we, Jean?"
"Why not ask Lady .Daleswater to
come to Craiglands when her visit ends
at Dinglewood House?" Jean suggested,
timidly.
"You may do as you like, Audrey, but
I still maintain that Gladys should have
cotoe to' us first; there, kiss me, darling.
I am going to ride over to Beighton on
business."
Audrey ran to the door with him, and
saw him mount and ride away.
"Now for our visiting, Jean," she said,
and ordered out the barouche, and went
to dress herself for the occasion.
They called at a number of houses, at
Lady Grace Huntley's, at the Everests',
and many others, and ended by alighting
for a few minutes' chat with Mrs. Thorn
gate, who was rather cold toward Audrey,
and then by driving to Dinglewood
House.
Audrey walked Into the drawing room,
a slender, graceful form, in her dress of
dark green velvet, close-fitting jacket,
and small hat to match. Beverley Roch
fort, as he rose to met the regal girl,
quickly determined that, beautiful as she
always was, she had never looked more
beautiful than now.
Mrs. Watson was knitting by the fire,
grim as a sentinel, and Mrs. Fairfax was
dozing over a novel in the most comfort
able chair she could find.
"My niece is out, Lady John," intoned
Mrs. Watson, rising stiffly; "she is rid
ing." "Yes; didn't you know that? now
strange!" And Mrs. Fairfax laughed
softly and disagreeably to herself.
"I don't quite see where the strange
ness comes In," Beverley Rochfort re
torted, coolly, as he handed some tea to
Audrey and Jean.
"I merely meant It was atrange that
your husband should not have told you he
was going to ride out with Sheila this
afternoon, but, no doubt, he did not think
it was necessary ; after all, they are such
old friends. Lady John, there la no need
for you t be Jealous."
"Of course, had your husband known
he was to have the pleasure of Miss
Frasor's company during his ride, Audrey,
he would have told you," Jean said, very
quietly, looking Mrs. Fairfax full in the
face with her honest, clear, gray eyes;
"I expect It was a hasty arrangement,
was It not, Mr. Rochfort?"
"I think you must be right, Miss
Thwait," was his answer. He cared
nothing for Mrs. Fairfax's angry glances ;
he saw that he bad made a great stride
in both Audrey's and Jean Thwait's esti
mation. "How are all your animals?"
he said, coming up to' Audrey, and con
versing in a soft, low voice.
udrey, feeling grateful to him for
his delicate tact, responded more warmly
than she had ever addressed hlat before,
while Mrs. Fairfax fixed her eyeglass on
Jean, and tried to stare down the "Im
pertinent young person" who had dared
to cross words with her.
"Er you are an old friend of Lady
John's, I presume, Miss er Thwait?"
"Yes," Jean answered, laconically.
"You were educated together?"
"Yes," Jean answered a second time.
"So you are a charity girl, too?" she
observed, slowly.
"Pardon me. I was, but am no longer.
Would you really care to hear all my fam
ily history, madarae? I assure you it is
most interesting. My father "
But Mrs; Fairfax drew back her chair.
This low-born creature actually had the
effrontery to be laughing at her.
"I er really don't think I will trou
ble you, Miss Thwalt."
"Well," declared Jean, as they drove
away, "so those are the manners of the
aristocracy, are they? Give me plebeian
ways in future. What a horrid woman,
Audrey, and did you see her face thick
with paint?"
"She Is certainly very disagreeable to
me. Why should she have said that about
Jack?"
"Because she is a cat, my dear child,
and she felt she must scratch." J
"Well, I was really most grateful to
Mr. Rochfort. He came to the rescue
most gallantly."
- Jean was silent so long that Audrey :
at last laughingly inquired the reason.
I was thinking about that man, Au
drey, you were quite right to fear him ;
he is dangerous. Mrs. Fairfax is a vul-
gar cat; her warfare wont harm you
but Beverley Rochfort is a snake, and he
will sting you when you least expect it.
That is my humble but firm opinion. I
may be wrong, but I don't think so. Be
warned, my darling, trust to your first im
pulse and shun that man !"
(To be continued.)
Tracklean Trains Go ETerywner.
Locomotives without tracks, drawing
behind them long trains of cars, and
speeding over the highways, are to-day
familiar sights In Europe, from France '
in the west, to Turkey In the east. Un-.
der the caption, "Trackless Trains Go
t-i u .. ,j t i i .
Everywhere," Donald Burns, in the
rr ui, nT,M ,r ...
Technical World Magazine so writes.
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Wherever the ordinary four-wheeled
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vehicle can go, the trackless trolley can
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go likewise. The author describes one
particular model, known as the Renard
train, as follows: "This latest prod
igy, the Renard train, Is a train' of
I passenger or freight vehicles, headed
Dy a steam or gasoline locomotive wnicn
travels over country ronda and town
or city streets. The ordinary railway
train calls for steel rails and a special
right-of-way ; the Renard train has no
necessity for either of these, but shares
the common highway with the horse
drawn vehicle."
Further on, the writer says: "In
France the Renard train has been used
for military service with marked re
sults. A convoy so transported occu-
by mules, or horses, and It travels at
a speed of ten miles per hour." Even
Turkey and Persia, two countries
which are noted for their backward;
ness in most things, have been quick to
take up the new Ideas.
, , . . .
Natural Evidence.
Eva Why, Katherine, your hair hi
an mussea up.
Katharine Yes, dear ; you you see,
Jack stole up and snatched a dozen.
kisses before I could scream.
Eva But why don't you step In
front of a mirror and rearrange your
hair?
ivatnanne uracious ! w ny, i
wouldn't do it for the world. Why,
none of the girls would believe he kiss
ed me.
One Woman') Wisdom.
"I suppose,' said Mrs. DeStyle, "that
we may as well send Miss Uppson a !
solid silver teaset for a wedding prea-,
ent."
"Yes, that would be very nice," re
joined her daughter. "By the way, she
told me she didn't Intend to have the
list of presents published In the papers,
as she considered It vulgar."
"That being the case," continued Mrs.
DeStyle, "we'll send her a set of plated pace of meat during a brief sojourn.
spoons." gnys tne ijome Magazine. Epicures
oid storr. say an egg, to have the best flavor,
Gunner During our courting days should be twelve hours old, and cer-
she said she would go through any- talnly eggs over a week old are not
thing on earth for me. palatable when boiled, though they are
Guyer Ah, and now that you are not unpleasant when fried and are
enjoying wedded bliss has she made quite as serviceable in other dishes.
good? In cooking eggs It should be rem em
Gunner Well, no. About the only bered that the albumen, of which the
thing she goes through Is my vest white Is chiefly composed. Is most eas-
pockets.
Stalled.
Farmer Hardapple Pays yeou rleht
for automobillng on Sunday, neighbor.
Yeou know the way of the transgressor
Is always hard.
Chauffeur (of machine stuck la
mud) Well, old man, in this case the
way seems to be extremely soft
A Fine Link Chain.
Teacher Is there any connecting Dy this method, about ten minutes
link between the animal and the vege- longer after the turning will be re
table kingdom? quired. In this way the white of the
Bright Pupil Yes, mum; there'a ew cooks to a Jellylike consistency,
hah. Philadelphia Inquirer. while the yolk Is much harder.
Captain Fritz-Egger, a Swiss cava!-' Foreign cooks use a small portion of
ry officer, has Invented a method of frated cheese to give a piquant relish
borae-ahoelng by fastening the shoe to to many dishes. Veal broth, creamed
the hoof with metallic band. potatoes and man aalada an greatly
HEBE
-Cincinnati Post.
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PRESERVED HIS DIGNITY,
The talk had turned on Rrltiah but-
lers most solemn and majestic of funo
tlonnP.M nn1 ln. raaant Mif hr
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faience as a girl at a dinner party
,n London. Her neighbor at table was
a famous man, of whom she stood so
much In awe that she found herself
unable to converse with him, and sat
silent and uncomfortable, vexed at her
own shyness, yet unable to overcome It.
T"sf Tinoi U7 a a half svva nrhA alt. rV a n
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"ll "er ul" Hue" T
th w,a11; aKnd behe'd a Ictac, other-
w,85 nvIslbl to th . . .
IIalf"waf do,wn the ' tabl 9at a
ver Iady ' aed and deaf'
f??00" ?' hefcho8 and a
beside and behind her chair was posted
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the family butler, whose duty It was on
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such occasions to repeat into her trum-
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pet such scraps of conversation as he
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could catch, and answer her questions
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She was far too deaf for conversa
tion at table with strangers, but Mul
11ns' deep, familiar tones, even when
whispered, she could understand.
At the moment when the young
American looked up, Mulllns, to the
eyes of the company, showefil as a com
posed and stately being, respectfully
bent toward the trumpet of Lady
Blank. But the treacherous mirror re
fleeted a rear view of different effect.
A very young and harmless puppy
had somehow slipped Into the dining
room, and with futile but distracting
ferocity was worrying first one and
thon tho nthep of iiaap Mulllns' silken
caies.
With surreptitious kicks and shakes
the unfortunate man, cleverly preserv
ing his dignified appearance above the
level of the table, would endeavor to
fllnz aside his Joyous enemy, who
would roll away a few feet unharmed
and Eleefully return to the attack. At
jast jn a specially vigorous effort Mul
nns 8hed a shoe, which the puppy
promptly seized and ran away with.
The American girl, shaking with
(mirth, quietly called the attention of
ner distinguished neighbor to the scene
jn the looking-glass, and they watched
jit together with breathless Interest to
its close
Her shyness was banished by the
time they had laughed out their laugh
together, and the great man, recover
ing his breath, pronounced the issue a
drawn battle.
"The enemy is driven from the field ;
but he departs with a trophy.
POINTERS ON EGO COOKERY.
Some Tbingra to De Borne in Blind In
Preparing; Them.
Cheese and eggs, both having great
nntrltlvA value, may well take the
lly digested when slightly coagulated,
while the yelk digests easiest when dry
and mealy. To boll eggs evenly, put
them ,nt0 a dIsh hav,n8 a t!Sht cover
and Pur bo,lln water 0T,r them In
the proportion of two quarts to one
doEen cover and at tbe back
of 016 gtove- After mla
i turn the eggs, re-cover, and In six min
utes more the eggs will be cooked.
When more eggs than fonr are need
SHE COMES.
Improved by Its addition. The shell
of an Edam or pineapple cheese makes
a very nice dish for serving macaroni
or light salad, and If thoroughly rinsed
In cold water Immediately after using
and kept In a cold, dry place will serve
many times.
A DESCENDANT 07 CAESAR.
LItle Mrs. Brown Felt Inefficient Be
lde the Roman Conqueror.
Little Mrs. Brown had Just finished
recounting the many things that she
meant to accomplish on the morrow.
She usually got through with all she
undertook, and her family, accustomed
to such announcements, let them pass
without comment But to-night Doro
thy, the daughter of the house, who
had recently taken on the dignity of
a high school sophomore, looked up
from her Latin translation with a glee
ful chuckle.
"I wish I could find mother's family
tree," she said. "I'm sure that mother
Is related to Caesar. I want you to lis
ten to this," and with frequent turnings
to her vocabulary she read slowly :
"'By Caesar all things had to be
done at one time; the banner had to
be raised; the signal had to be given
with the trumpet; the soldiers had to
be recalled from the fortification ; those
who had advanced farther than usual,
for the sake of gaining material for the
agger, had to be summoned ; the line of
battle had to be drawn up ; the soldiers
had to be encouraged; and the signal
had to be given. The shortness of the
time and the approach of the enemy
hindered the great part of these things.'
"There!" she exclaimed, triumphant
ly. "Don't that sound just like one of
mother's big days?"
"Mercy me!" ejaculated Mrs. Brown,
beaming over her compliment. "Did he
get through with it all right?"
"I don't know," was the unsatisfac
tory answer. "I haven't finished the
translation."
The next evening, when Dorothy took
up her Caesar, Mrs. Brown asked, ea
gerly, "Have you found out yet wheth
er he got through with all those things
that had to be done at once?"
"I'm sure he did." said Dorothy. "I
read the headings of several chapters
In advance of our lesson, and he seems
to have been successful."
Mrs Brown heaved a sigh of relief,
then aald, "I'm mighty glad he did.
Poor man, I know Just how he must
have felt I've thought of him a lot
of times to-day. I thought I had a pret
ty full day, but mercy me! when I
think of Caesar It made me feel asham
ed." Youth's Companion.
Hnntlnar Garb for Women.
Big game hunting In the Rockies is
no divided skirt proposition. "Not
many women," said the guide, "have
the strength or desire to pack a gun
and follow a guide all day over as
rough a country as God ever made."
Which is a truism.
But If she has the strength and the
desire, then she must discard all pre
tense of sklrtst for comfort as well as
for safety. Dress the part or keep out
of the game. There are horseback trips
where tbe underbrush and timber would
make short work of any kind of a skirt
Nothing but across saddle riding and
knickerbockers or riding breeches is to
to be consldeed.
Heavy climbing boots with hob nails
and leggings are necessities; a flannel
shirt is most comfortable and It Is well
to have along a heavy woolen sweater
and a waterproof coat Outing Maga
zine. Not Cheap Talk.
"Maria, what's that call money yef
pa and Thomas her been talkln' about
so much?"
"Law, ma, don't be so lggerent Why.
call money It tbe telephone rent"
Baltimore American.
Oh, Papal
"Yon ray your daughter resembles
her mother.
"Yea, she's always wanting mo to
get her something I cannot afford,"
Houston Post,
Mornlnar.
But who the melodies of morn can tell?
The wild brook babbling down the
mountain side?
The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple
bell ;
The pipe ef early shepherd, dim de
scried In the lone valley, echoing far and wide
The clamorous born along the cliff
above ;
The hollow murmur of the ocean tide;
The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of
leve,
And the full choir that wakes the uni
versal grove.
The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark
Crowned with her pall the tripping
milkmaid sings;
The whistling plowman stalks afield ; and
bark!
Down the rough slope the ponderous
wagon rings;
Through rustling corn the hare astonished
springs ;
Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy
hour ; ,
The partridge bursts away on whirring
wings;
Deep mourns the turtle in sequestered
bower,
And shrill lark carols clear from her
aerial tower.
James Beattie.
Concord April 10.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood.
Their flag to April's breese unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the
world.
The foe long since In silence slept ;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward
creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone,
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, or leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
SUGAR MIGHT BE CHEAPER.
Snare-eated National Poller that
Would Redneo the Price.
Including Cuba, whose Interest Is
vital, four different groups are con
cerned by the American sugar situa
tion. There are (1) the American gov
ernment, which receives a little mora
than $50,000,000 a year In revenue
from the tariff on sugar; (2) our do
mestic and our Insular producers, to
whom that tariff is a direct benefit to
the extent of about 150,000,000 a year ;
(3) tbe consumer, who is Interested in
lower prices, and (4) tho Cubans, who
are so largely dependent upon the
American market for their livelihood.
In an article in the Internatlon Ed
ward F. Atkins of Boston, the owner
of a large plantation In Cuba, works
out this problem along an Interesting
and probably correct line.
With a general assumption of the
continuance of present political and
fiscal conditions Mr. Atkins says:
"To all appearances our Importations
of foreign sugar, other than Cuban, will
soon end and from that time, if do
mestic and Cuban production keeps
pace with increased consumption, as Is
anticipated, a differential to Cuba
would protect her against other coun
tries and reduce cost to consumers In
tbe United States." He holds that "the
protection of even the Cuban rate
(about 1.35 cents a pound) now gives
tbe domestic sugar producers so large
a margin of profit that they can well
afford to drop prices below Cuba's cost
In order to market their goods." He
claims that in the almost certain event
of the reduction of competition to our
domestic product and the Cuban prod
uct a very material reduction could bo
made In tbe present Dingley rate.
Should that be done two results
should follow : There should be reduc
tion In selling prices and Important In
crease In consumption. The initial loss
of revenue to the government would
soon be offset by increase in Imports
from Cuba. Increased demand should
stimulate domestic production. The
Dingley rate, practically a maximum
rate, would keep out the sugar of other
countries if Cuba were given a differ
ential, or what might be regarded as
a minimum rate. This differential
would virtually assure to Cuba a mar
ket for her product and so divide the
market between her output and our
domestic supply.
The argument Is certainly worth
careful consideration by the authori
ties. New York Sun.
None Loat.
Sand Bar Ferry, near Augusta, Geor
gia, Is a flatboat affair, frail and rick
ety. Two timid ladles, hesitating to
cross, plied the negro boatman with
questions about It
"And are you perfectly sure no one
has ever been lost here?" they demand
ed. "No, missus," replied the ferryman.
"No one ain't never been los' here.
Marse Jake Brtstow done got spilled
out and drowned last week, but dey
found Mm again nex' day. We ain't
never los nobody, no, ma'am."
Breaking a record at billiards re
quires a skill and energy which would
accompnsn sometning worcu wnue,
properly directed.
Nearly every man has a worthless
relative who lives off of him.