The news=record., February 06, 1908, Image 3

The Roupell Mystery
By Austyn Granville
CHAPTEK XIV.
The Vieomte de Valiar was seated alone
in his private room in the office of the
Mutual Credit and Trust Company. It ,
was a luxuriously furnished apartment.
The chairs were deep, roomy and soft.
They seemed made on purpose to lull one
Into feelings of security. It was about
ten o'clock in the morning. The vicomte's
private secretary had just retired loaded
down with papers and instructions. His
employer sat at the table, a pile of docu
ments on. either side, and before him a
single sheet, upon which an astonishing
array of figures appeared.
Minute after minute passed, and still
the calculations went on. At last he threw
town his pencil, and walked over to the
window. Partly concealed by the cur
tains, he looked out on the throng of peo
ple which passed up and down the street
But he hardly noticed anybody. He was
really lost In his reflections. I
He had. Indeed, good reason to be
thoughtful. A gigantic scheme, the float
ing of which would insure him very large
returns, had that very morning been put
by him before a syndicate of capitalists.
It was no less a one than the consolida
tion of the docking Interests of a great
French seaport. The plan was to bring
all the owners together and form a trust
on what is known as the American plan,
tnd then raise the dock tolls. With the
existing keen competition and the low
charges resulting therefrom, that property
at present yielded but a small return for
the capital invested.
The idea was a brilliant one. It would
net the Mutual Credit and Trust Com
pany, if successful, three million francs.
tnd the Mutual Credit and Trust Com
pany virtually meant the Vlcomte de Va
liar. He had already enlisted consldera
ble financial aid In support of the scheme.
He was that morning expecting an addi
tion to his forces in the person of M.
D'Auburon, the friend of that very useful
M. Chabot, who had Introduced him to
the vieomte but a few days previously.
To sell this young man a big block of
shares in the new enterprise, would, the
vieomte thought, not be a very difficult
task. He had entertained him at his
house only an evening or two ago. The
plendor of that occasion could not have
(ailed to properly impress him.
Then his wife, the vlcomtesse, had so
ably seconded his efforts to make D'Au
buron feel that he was in good hands. She
bad talked glibly of their country place, a
magnificent establishment on the outskirts
sf the famous forest of Fontalnbleau, of
woodland rides, of moonlit waters, and
the felicities of rural life far away from
the roar and din of Paris. Those marvel
ous eyes of hers bad looked into bis very
soul and enthralled his senses.
De -Valiar smiled as he thought how
few who had come within their influence
tad trotten away unscathed. A knock at
the door aroused him.
"Come in," he cried out, and Jules Cha
ot entered the room.
"Where is your friend D'Auburon?"
was de Valhir's first question.
M. Chabot did not Immediately reply.
He sank into a chair. 'He seemed anx
tous and worried, and out of sorts.
"What on earth's the matter with you?
You're not ill, are you?" ejaculated the
banker.
"It's my nerves, I think." They're not
to strong as they used to be.
"You haven't been yourself for some
lime, ever since that ugly affair at Ville-
tieuve," remarked de Valiar, sympathet
ioally. i
Chabot shuddered, and bid his face In
6 is hands as if to shut out some horrible
tight.
".Don't speak of it," he almost whls-
tiered, so faint was his voice. "Yes, it
was enough to upset anybody."
"It was a peculiar hardship on you.
Jules, just as you were on the point of
succeeding as you say with let me see,
what's her name Mademoiselle Emily,
wasn't it?" -'
"Let's change the subject. I came to
tell you something about D'Auburon. I
tiafe" discovered, on inquiry, that he is
even better fixed than I expected. How
tlg a block of stock had you put apart
for him in the United Dock Company?'
"A thousand shares I thought would be
tmple. You know Colbert-Remplin brings
as a large following, and there are Bom
pard and the rest. Still, some subscrib
ers will doubtless fail us at the last mo
ment Why do you ask?" .
"It is not enough. He has some very
wealthy friends. Only last night he was
epeaking of one, who, he says, follows his
lead implicitly. He is a Swiss. He pays
periodical visits to Paris, and It Is said
invests very largely in anything that
strikes his fancy."
"That's not bad news. What Is this
Croesus' name?
"He did not tell me," replied Chabot.
"He simply said if he thought well enough
of the venture to put his own money in,
that he would advise his friend to do like
wise, if we needed additional capital:
.What are shares to him?"
"Par of coarse. It is easier to sell at
par than at fifteen francs on the one hun
dred. The one Inspires confidence In a
scheme, the other simply excites suspi
cion. In fact, I m not sure but we will
put some premium on these Dock Com
pany shares. A little premium always
oakes them more attractive.
"Bat there are seven millions of water
to If
"A proof concern' like this dock trust
will stand good deal of water," replied
the . financier. "After all, what does It
matter? - All these people will have
chance to sell out at a profit when we de
clare our first quarterly dividend. Those
whom we want to make dm of in the fu
'. tore can be given a hint when to onload
their holdings."
"Bat ultimately the loss fall on some-
- body." ,
"And that somebody Is die public who
cares for us well-rabout as much as we
car for them."
M. Chabot remained doseted with the
banker for nearly an hoar, settling the re
maining details of the, dock scheme. A
"printed draft of the prospectus had to
bo gone over; the first directors of the
ompany bad to be chosen, care being tax
a to olaoe upon the board the names of
tu capitalists as would inspire the pub
ic with confidence.
"Let me see," said the banker, running
his eyes rapidly over a list which he
held In his hand. "We have Liquelet,
Bousent, of Bousent; the elder Paltois
he is good ; and. Max Raumont says he is
with us in case we get to an issue. The
remainder of the board must be given to
the dock people. They will, of course,
expect some representation."
To be sure," acquiesced Chabot, "but
we must contrive to have with us only
those who are open to arguments."
Yes, that is it, my friend; open to
arguments," echoed the vieomte.
Of your usually persuasive kind," add
ed Chabot. "Every man has his price, to
be sure, nowadays."
"And always did have. In 'these times,
commercial enterprises, my dear fellow,
assume proportions of which our ances
tors never dreamed. They were just as
dishonest then, if you call manipulation
dishonesty, which I candidly confess I
don't but their ideas were smaller.
Hence the difference. Besides," he added,
laying his hand Impressively upon the
other's sleeve, "this thing must go
through. I think you, above all others,
are aware of the necessity. The fact Is,
my dear Chabot, there have been many
hoavy pulls on the Mutual Credit bank
lately. One cannot offer eight per cent on
special deposits and always be sure of
making more by using the depositors'
money. Then there was the dividend on
the Ardennes Charcoal and Peat Com'
pany. You know it was never earned ;
but we decided that it would be best to
pay one."
f "Well, the consequence was you' placed
the bonds at par,, didn't you?"
At par to the public, of course, but
Herr Goldstein's commission took the gilt
off the' gingerbread. However, he took
them all at eighty-five. I could not have
placed them to such good advantage.'
rThe interest comes due on the six
teenth. I suppose it is useless to cross
that bridge until we come to it."
"Before the sixteenth this dock com
pany will be floated. The bank's profit
on that will more than meet the interest
of the Charcoal and Peat Company
bonds." ,
And if it isn't floated?" hazarded
Chabot.
"If it Isn't floated the inevitable crash
will begin, or it can be averted In an'
other way, my dear Chabot, about which
I cannot talk at present. But we will not
anticipate evil. Come, you must accom
pany me to the Bourse this morning,
have a heavy, deal pending, and shall need
your assistance."
As the Vieomte de Valiar and Jules
Chabot left the office of the Mutual
Credit and Trust Company a small-sized
man issued from a cafe on the, opposite
side of the street and walked in an ap
parently careless and preoccupied manner
In the same direction. He followed them
until they turned into a broker's office.
Presently they came forth again, and in
company with a third person continued to
walk In the direction of the Bourse.
This third person was Herr Max Gold
stein, one of the BhrewdeBt dealers In se
curities in the whole of Paris. He was
the broker to whom the vieomte bad en
trusted the sale of the first mortgage
bonds of the Ardennes Charcoal and Peat
Company. He was a heavy, thickset fel
low, with little, cunning eyes, which had
been set together as closely as nature
would allow ; had not an enormous nose
grown between them, he would perhaps
have had only one large eye in the center.
He had a habit of cocking up his head
when in conversation, and of listening
with his mouth wide open. He had com
menced life in Berlin as a bootblack with
a second-hand outfit. At the conclusion
of the 'first day's work he had accumu
lated enough to buy the best outfit in the
city,' In a week he had concluded that
open air work was not to his liking, and
took his business off the street into a
basement, where he thrived apace. .
Then the brilliant idea struck him of
buying and selling theater tickets at cut
rates. From this he gravitated Into lot
teries; from lotteries into small curb
stone speculations. Hardly able to write
his own name, the trading instinct was so
strongly developed In him that in ten
years he had accumulated a very consid
erable fortune.
Why Herr Goldstein had not. continued
his uninterrupted career of prosperity in
Berlin was a mystery to his friends in
Paris. A he seemed to have plenty of
money, however, none of them had ever
dreamed of inquiring why he preferred
the French to the German capital as a
base for his financial operations. After
all, was It any of their business?
Herr Goldstein was about forty-five
years of - age, but looked considerably
older. Constant fighting with ' all sorts
and conditions of men had left deefl fur
rows across his forehead. Ladies said
that without doubt he was a very unpre
possessing man. He seemed to have some
extraordinary influence with the vlcomte,
and people were lost in conjecture as to
what that could be.
The small followed de Valiar, M. Cha
bot and Herr Goldstein to the very en
trance of the Bourse. Unable to obtain
admission to the floor, be had recourse to
the gallery. It was nearly empty. An
old lady and a young couple from the
country, evidently on their honeymoon,
trip, were its sole occupants. He sat in
the gallery for upward of an hour, his
gase constantly on the floor of the ex
change, where the vieomte, the broker
ever at his elbow, moved restlessly from
group to group, manipulating his deals.
When Herr Goldstein left the Bourse
twenty minutes later unaccompanied by
his companions, the small man tapped him
on the elbow. Tbe broker started vio
lently; the. creases In bis face grew
stronger; a perceptible flush overspread
his features. '
"Galliardl" he gasped. "I'm glad to
see yon!"-
"As good a band at a lie as ever, ain't
yon, Kaufman?" sneered the small man.
"Hush, don't breathe that name here,"
whispered tbe broker, looking around him
nervously. "That belongs to the past.
Coma with me. Come to my office, won
we can be alone. ' How long have yon
been in Paris?"
"About six months
"During which time "
"During which time I have been work-
ng for whom do you thiuk?"
"I don't know. You have got into
lUBiness, perhaps lor yourself or you
would, if j'ou had sufficient capital. If a
ood friend if I, for instance, showed
you how you could make some money is
would suit you, would it not?"
No, I have a pretty good berth, thank
you.
It is a perfect gold mine for you J
if you will only hold your tongue,
The small man only smiled significantly,
The two walked on side by side until '
the broker's office was reached.
"Come In," said the broker, in a coax- ,
ing voice, "and tell me what you want.
r. wntna "anil .& m ma tit nor vnn wnnL. i
The small man passed In through tbe
open door and went into the broker's
office.
See that under no circumstances am I
disturbed," was the instruction Herr Max
gave' to his clerk. "I have important
business with this gentleman."
Four o'clock came, and Herr Gold
stein came out and sent -the clerk home..
It was an hour earlier than usual, but
the clerk was glad to get away. He lived
In a small flat and had a wife and four
children to support. He could take his
time now and walk home instead of pay
ing for a seat in an omnibus. The hours
went by. It was past midnight when the
two men came out of the inner office and
into the street.
I live on the other side. Student
quarters," said Goldstein. "Come with
me, I'll put you up for the night W
must cross by the Pont Neuf." I
You must make it fifty thousand,"
said the small man, as they went along.
"That's cheap enough. Old friends
shouldn't be hard on each other."
A fearful expression came over the
other's face as they neared the bridge.
Fifty thousand francs. An enormous
sum. And if he paid it what then?
He had but this fellow's word that he
would keep silence.
They - stopped for a moment In the
center of the bridge and sat down un
steadily on one of the embrasures. It
was two o'clock. The lights flashed
along the river. Behind and in front of
them arose the dull roar' of Paris which
ceases not by night nor by day. Looking
over the low parapet they could see the
dark waters of the river as they swirled
below.
"You will make it fifty thousand, will
you not?" urged the small man.
He uttered no cry as the hand of the
broker closed upon his throat with an
iron grasp; but for a moment or two
he struggled desperately as he realized
the other's purpose. But the broker
seemed to have become, suddenly sober.
The small man was like child in his
terrible clutches. He raised him to tbe
top of the low parapet nad whispered
hoarsely :, ,
"I will send you where you won't need
the money." '
Then he flung the blackmailer from him
witn tne iorce oi a caiapuu. xue wrn-em
received
. . .1 . . 1 .,1 A nna
his head,
rrv.
H. W nnt im to litter a
The broker passed quickly from the
bridge and, plunging into a narrow street
which diverged from the main thorough-
fare, soon gained his apartments. Arnv'to photoeraph livlmt animals In their
ed there, he threw himself, dressed as b
was, upon the sofa, and slept soundly till
daylight.
Three days passed ; some workmen on a
brick barge drew from the black and
slimy river the body of a man which
bore upon its throat the marks of fingers. Calcutta, has written an exhaustive
At the morgue Victor Lablanche, the bird book which he calls "Ornlthologl
prefect of police, recognized in the mur- A Oddities." In It he gives the life
dered man. the detective ne nad put on
1 ,.rr i x a u
amined the finger marks at his throat
uui Lciiun . uu c.viaiuiru, as ua li
"A tiger must have seized him. He was
first strangled and then thrown Into tbe
river."
And the sole clue he had was this:
The murderer must have bad enormous
hands.
(To be continued.)
Story of, Sojourner Troth.
The late Theodore Tllton, who boast
ed that he bad never had a pipe, cigar
or cigarette In his mouth, used to de
clare that the most Inveterate smoker
he ever knew was Sojourner Truth, the
famous freedwoman reformer and lec
turer. He wag wont to tell bow one
day, when the venerable dame, then
about 90 years old, was on a visit to,
his house, she sat smoking her pipe by
the 'Chimney corner, when George W.
Bungay, the author of several eloquent
anfr'tobacco tracts, called to see her.
"Aunt Sojourner," he said, "I revere
vour character, but I deplore, your!
Bmoklng, for It will keep you forever
out of heaven."
"Lawkes, honey, how so?", she asked.
"Because, Aunty," he rejoined, "you
know that, according to the Good Book,
nothing entereth there that dofileth.
Now, how do you expect to get Into
heaven with your breath defiled by to
bacco?" "Lawkes, honey," answered the old
negress, "when I go to heaven I 'spect
to leave my breff behind me I"
Took Exception.
"Remember, brothers," shouted the
orator of the strenuous life, "I haven't
any use for mollycoddles."
The very old gentleman who was sit
ting In the last row removed his pipe
and retorted.
"Wal, by heck, mister, even If yon
haven't any use for Molly Coddles
yeou needn't stand thar and talk be
hind her back, seeln' that she Is not
present to defend herself."
Cans for Thanks.
Church "There's one thing to be
said In favor of tbe phonograph."
Gotham "I'd Just like to know
what It Isr
"Well, they haven't succeeded In
making a record reproducing all the
noise one- hears on the Fourth of
July." Yonkers Statesman.
Jut Paaalhla.
Her Wbat Is meant by "gdlng from
bad to worse?"
Him Getting a divorce and .-"airy-Ing
again, I believe
In order to bring the literary history
f Mr. Roosevelt up to date It may be
uentloned that he lately wrote a warm
ly commendatory letter to Slgnor Fog-
tzzaro; has vigorously Indorsed Anne
Warner's "Susan Clegg"; Is hero of
'ohn Burrough's dellehtful little book.
'Camping and Tramping with Roofe-
i.it . ...
en : is nearly snonsor for Prof. Kd-
Aiswortn koss new essays on
"Sin and Society" ; appears In Mistral's
ilenioirs as a fervent admirer of Pro-
'encal, and continues to Ignore the Rev.
Hr. Long.
"From Van Dweller to Commuter,"
y Albert Bigelow Paine, Is the record
f a search for a home in and around
s'ew York. Tbe many humorous and
Tying situations Incidental to the
learch are set down with faithful and
unuslng accuracy. All the modern
rials of domesticity are here recorded,
ind tlie compensations, or at least some
)f them, as well. What the small house-
wider In and around Babylon imt
lave had to undergo, we do not know
iVe can be sure, however, that it was
tot the modern apartment flat or the
novlng van. But It may have been
toniethlng far more tedious. Mr. Paine,
it any rate, has not found life tedious,
into an otherwise unsympathetic
itudy of Gorky Ford Madox Hueffer
ntroduces the following illumining par
illel: ITourguenleff is dead and Dos-
:olevsky is dead, and, as a novelist, so
a Tolstoy. There is alive to-day only
ne Russian Imaginative writer whose
ilpeal to the world Is widespread. He,
f course. Is Alcksyel Makslinovlch
Pyeshkov, a man of 38, who uses the
iiseudonyni of Mnxlmus the Bitter
Maxim Gorky. Broad-faced, with a set
frown, high-cheek boned, rather harsh-
roiced, rhapsodizing and a little over
tearing, you cannot Imagine a greater
jontrast with the gently wise, nmlling,
ilvlllzed and sad face of TourguenlefT.
It, as It were, Maxim Gorky sits by the
roadside violently breaking stones for
'.he onward march of humanity, Tour-
uenleff with a resigned Irony destroys
:ho boulders that beset us, as did Han
nibal the rocks of the Alps, aceto In-
fuso.1
In the last ten years In England
there has been the same marked lu-
irease of interest In bird life that there
aa beert In the United States, Books
, f mitlloo .,., nllv. mllitlnllwl i
, "':6"" " """J -
hue demand for them In both countries
, kemlngly U as brisk as ever. The nil-
Vance in illustration methods since It
lias been found to be entirely possible
natlve haunts, has aided materially in
keeping alive the interest of laymen In
'natural history subjects. Frank Finn,
i ,n Englishman who at one tline was
nnectea wun me uiuinn Museum,
M8tories of scores of the world's birds.
He writes as Intimately of the Indian
roiigo-cuckoo as he does of the Eng-
Ush skylark. The book Is full of knowl
dge of1 the kind tliat one does not get
n tne orainary ornituoiogicai worK in
tended for lay reading. Mr. Finn U an
tuthorlty on domestic birds and wild
irds and has been recognized as such
.'or a long time. Ills book is full of ap
pealing Illustrations-uud one does not
oave to be a scientist to enjoy either
lie pictures or the story.
Joy of a Collerifor
Collecting will always have its fo
nances. I know of one that occurred
at the sale at Christie's of the effects
of the late Sir Henry drvlng. Some
one I knew hnd been to see the collec-
tlon before the sale. lie came across
a portrait with which he wan familiar
because he had seen It thirty years
before. On consulting his catalogue he
discovered that the portrait was de
scribed as being that of a man un-
known, and, further, the artist wns
also nnknown. Now, he knew that the
portrait was that of a famous actor by
a famous English painter. He longed
buy It, but decided that It would
at too high a price. He went to the
auction with very little hope. The
Wnlstler and the Sargent were sold,
Ind then It was the turn of this pic
ture. Nobody recognized It Finally
he had to start the bidding himself,
and this be did. Only one man bid
against him, but he soon stopped, dis
couraged, and then the picture was
knocked down to the man who bad
never expected to get It. He hurried
to the desk to pay the small amount
nd to carry off his prize. "Do you
happen to know anything about that
portrait?" the auctioneer asked hlra aa
a porter took It down to a cab. "I
know It very well," said the new own
er, conscious that It was now safely
his property. "It Is a .portrait of Bnck-
stone, the actor, by Daniel Macllse.
There Is an engraving of ltlntheMac-
Jse portrait gallery." Mrs. John Lane,
to Pearson's Magazine.
Getllna Even.
From time Immemorial there had
been a law In Applegate, County War
wick, England, to' tbe effect that tbe
mayor had tbe best of everything In
town, - and, for Instance, one should
say he had the best coat In the place
he must add tbe words, "Except the
mayor."
One day a stranger came to Apple-
Cat and had dinner there at the Inn.
After paymg nls bill he said to the
landlord : "I've had the best dlunei
In the country."
The Landlord Except the mayor.
The Stranger Except nothing I
As a result the tourist was called be
fore the nintrlstnitp mid Ann) f1f fnr
his breaking of the laws of tbe place.
Whan lha man hnrl ritit rtla flna Kn I
- ' " ' ' ... i. .... V. yttiu UID UUC UTJ I (
looked around him and said, slowly:'
"I'm the biggest fool In the town, ex , I
ccpt the mayor."
GREATEST POET Iff THE WO ELD.
New York Has Four lfundred and
Four Miles of flocks.
The New Broadway Magazine glvei
soma very Interesting datt regarding
the shipments to and from New York
the greatest port In the world. More
than twice as many vessels clear the
port of London, to be sure, says the
New Broadway one every fourteen
minutes as against one every half-houi
for New York but the average cargo
value is only $47,242, whereas that ol
New York is $92,307. In point of ton
nage, New York exceeds London bj
1,000,000. This Is due to a difference
In the character of the ports that must
be borne In mind In comparing them.
London Is England's one commercial
center and, aside from Liverpool Its
only great place of export and Import
On the other hand, New York Is nol
the commercial center of America.
When the manufacturer of shoes in
Boston sends his goods to Baltimore, he
either sends them by rail or by vessel
direct, without entering New York. II
he wants to send his goods to France
or Germany, he sends them from the
port of Boston. ,
That Is, the chief porta of the At
lantic sea coast. New Orleans', Charles
ton, Mobile, Norfolk, Philadelphia and
Boston, engage a coastwise and foreign
trade In entire Independence of New
York. Less than 28 per cent of New
York's tonnage Is represented In coast
wise trade, whereas fully CO per cent
of London's Is coastwise. In . othei
words, of London's commerce, amount
ing to $1,370,000,000 annually, only
$085,000,000 represents foreign trade,
whereas of New York's $1,200,000,000
annual commerce $864,000,000 repre
sents foreign trade, or an actual excess
over London of $170,000,000.
To accommodate this enormous trade
.New York has 404 miles of Improved
water frontage; that Is, 404 miles ol
docks. This is half the distance be
tween Now York and Chicago. Lon
don has less than 200 miles of similar
water frontage. Liverpool has less
than 100 miles, while Hamburg, Ant
werp, Rotterdam or Havre has each
less than Liverpool. Practically all the
available water frontage of these for
eign ports has been absorbed by thai!
docks, while New York has Improved
only a little over one-half of Its avail
able shore. When all the avalalble
con8t llne 18 Improved,, as It must b
rapidly, It will measure nearly as many
miles os lie between the Atlantic, sea
board and the Mississippi river.
The Always Obliging Offlce Bar.
There was nn Incident 'which hap
pened lust summer which gives some
faint Idea of the uiystery of a theatrl
cnl manager's suite of olllces. A news
paper mnn who hud an appointment
with the ninnuger, but not time to
waste over the office boy, hastily en-
tered the reoptlon Toom
"Are you ready to go out to lunch?"
ho culled to the manager through the
transom of the prlvato office.
"Yes," camo the answer, "I'll be out
In a moment."
Then the visitor turned to the oilk-e
boy and said iu the way of Batlre
"Could you tell me if your boss Is in?"
"Well, really," snld the hoy, with
out any sign of emotion, "I couldn't say
positively, but my Impression Is thnt
he went down to the seaHhore about
noontime." Charles Belmont Davis, U
Outing.
Queer Ant Wlnsi.
In the "Comptes Rendus" Mr. Charles
Janet hus an Interesting note on the
muscular apparatus of the wings of
the queen ant. Although the wings
are only used once In a lifetime of per
haps ten years, this apparatus Is the
biggest organ in the body. After fer
tlllzatlon the wings are cast aside and
the muscles disappear, being replaced
by little columns of adipose tissue.
The disappearance of the muscles hni
been attributed to phngocytosls thai
Is, the absorbing of the, tissues by leu
cocytes. Janet, however, shows that
there Is no phagocytouls, but that the
material of the muscles goes to enrlc
, the blood. London Globe.
The SlicMa.
The Englishman Oh, yes! America
Is a wonderful country.
The American Girl What did you
see there?
The Englishman Niagara Falls, the
Turkish room at the Waldorf and the
Chicago stock yards. American Spec
tator.
Now and Then.'
Diogenes (300 B. C.) My lamp la
nearly out and I have not yet found
an honest man.
Subpoena Server (1006) I have been
everywhere, but they are too slick for
me. I can't find those dishonest fel
lows. American Spectator.
Hu It Ever Occurred to Yea.
When the frost Is on the pumpkin,
And the fodder's in the shock,
Then it makes a fellow figure,
How to get his coat from "hock."
The Bohemian.
Being a hypocrite Is bad enough,
but It does not make as many peopl
uncomfortable aa brutal frankness doea.
I'll Girl I 1
'
m lonesome since
Lett Behln Me.
I crossed the hills,
And o'er the moorland sedgy,
Such heaviness my bosom fills '
Since parting with my Betsy.
I seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me,
How blest the hours passed away
With the girl I left behind me.
The hour I remember well
When she first owned she loved me,
A pain within my heart doth tell
How constant I have proved me;
But now I'm bound for Brighton camp.
Kind heaven then pray guide me.
And send me home safe back again
To the girl I left behind me.
My mind her Image must retain
Asleep or sadly waking ;
I long to see my lore again,
For her my heart Is breaking
Whene'er my steps return that way
Still faithful shall Bhe find me,
And never more again I'll stray
From the girl I left behind me.
Come, Ye Disconsolate. v
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er yon lan-
gulsh,
Come, at God's altar fervently kneel ;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here
tell your anguish,
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can
not heal.
Joy of the desolate, Light of the stray
ing, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and
pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, In God'a
name saying
"Earth has no sorrow that Heaven
cannot cure."
Go, ask the Infidel, what boon be brings
us,
Wbat charm for aching hearts he can
reveal.
Sweet aa that heavenly promise Hope
sings us
"Earth has no sorrow that God cannot
heal."
-Thomas Moore.
MAKE CHILDREN POLITE.
Just
by Way o( Experiment
Try
Treating Them Politely.
There was company, and In what
turned out to be an evil moment some
oue gave little Luclle a rose.
"Say 'thank you,'" urged her
mother. . '
For some reason Luclle declined to
deliver the small coin of courtesy. Her
mother Insisted. The child at lit re
fused. The company became uncom
fortable and pleaded tor Luclle that
she was too young to understand.
"But I must make her understand,"1
said the adamantine mother. -
The "making" went on tlH, according
to the Housekeeper, Luclle grew des
perate In her defiance and was carried
from the room. I
."You have such charmingly polite
children," said a young mother to an
older one; "tell me, do they all have
to learn It by such painful methods?"
No, Indeed. I think painful meth
ods are a great mistake. , Fine manners
must be learned by absorption. The
child must be surrounded by good
copies and lie will get politeness with
out ever being reminded of It, That Is'
the only kind that really soaks In."
"And did you never tell your children,,
about these things?" ,
"Not of the little things thnt belong
to the common routine of life. For In
stance, we never told one of the five
to sny 'tliunk you. Instead, we said
'thank you' to them for every little ser
vice, and while they were yet babies
unablo to speak plainly, they snld
'tanky' on all proper occasions. 'If you
pfease' and 'I beg your pardon' were
taught In the same way.
"That ladles must be served first was
taught by their father's deference to
me, and that ladles must be apprecia
tive, that point so often neglected, I
hope they learned from the gratitude
I showed for his knightly little services
to me. We never told the boys to get
a chair for me, but you know that they
always do It.
"They learned to acknowledge Intro
ductions and greeting properly by a
game they used to play when they were
wee things. The two oldest played they
were Mr. and Mrs. Merry and the oth
ers were their children.
"They would come to visit me, and
I would receive thwn with all ceremony
and Introduce the entire family to my
htisbnnd. As the result they never
hung back and refused to shako hands
with a visitor. When I Introduced
them they felt thnt they had a respon
sible part to tnke and behaved with a
commendable absence of self-consciousness."
A Snapfcltfn.
"This Is the most avarlelons man I
ever saw," remarked one business man.
"Yes," answered the other. "I some
times mini ert that his ambition to get
iv ii?-a,rii in uuc w lira ini'l llllll lie Hfltl
heard the streets are of gold. He thinks
he may get a paving contract" Wash
ington Star.
Tallest Mountain In World.
Sunday Island, In the Pacific, Is real
ly the tallest mountain In the world.
It rises 2,000 feet out of five miles ol
water, aud Is thus nearly 30,000 fee
from base to summit.
Reqnlro Time.
The "sure things" at tbe racetrack
.That certain of us know,
Like certain other certain things.
Are sure becanse they're slow.
Philadelphia Press.