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oF Coszrighted, 1903, by D. CHAPTER V.—Continued. Franklin looked about him at the squat buildings of the little town, at the black loam of the monotonous and | uninviting fields, at the sordid, set and undeveloping lives around him. He looked also at the white wagons moving with the gan. It seemed to him that somewhere out in the vast land beyond the Missouri there beck- @wed to him a mighty hand, the index @azer of some mighty force, impera- tive, forbidding pause. The letter of Battersleigh to his friend Captain Franklin fell therefore upon soil already well prepared. He read it again and agalm in its some- what formal diction and informal or- thography, was as follows: ; “To Capt. Edw. Franklin, Bloomsbury, : Ti.: “My Dear Ned—I have the honor to state to you that I am safely arrived and well established at this place, Ellisville, and am fully disposed to re- main, I must tell you that thts is to be a great market for Vfesterm beeves, Great numbers of these cat: tle are now coming in to this country from the far South, and since the Ry. is yet unable to transport these Ani- mals as they arrive there is good Numbers of them in the country here- about, as well as many strange per- sons curiously known as Cowboys or Cow-Punchers, which the same I may call a purely Heathan sort.. These for the most part resort at the Cottage Hotel, and there is no peace in the Town at this present writing. “For myself I have taken entry upon one hundred and sixty Acres Govt. Land, and live a little way out from the Town. Here I have my quar- ters under tent, following example of all men, for as yet there are scarce a dozen houses within fifty Miles, I have chosen this point because it was the furtherest one yet reached by Rail. I have been advised that it is highly desirable to be in at the be- ginning in this Country if one is to wr ern aot ne nat stay in the Hunt, therefore I have come to a Town which has just Begun. Believe me, dear Ned, it is the begin- ning of a World. Such chances are here, I am Sure as do not exist in any other Land, for behind this land is all the Richer and older Parts, which are but waiting to pour money and men hither so soon as the Ry. shall be 5 Fully completed. I have heard of many men who have made Fortunes since the War. It is truly a rapid Land. “I am persuaded, my dear boy, that this is the place for you to come. There are an Hundred ways in which one may earn a Respectable living, and I find here no Class Distinction. It is an extraordinary fact that go man and no profession ranks another here. One man is quite good as an- other. p “A year from now, as I am told, we shall have 2,000 Persons living ,, here, and in five years this will be a \ City. Conceive the opportunity mean- time. The Cattle business is bound to # grow, and I am advised that all this ¢ Jand will Ultimately be farmed and prove rich as that through which I Past in coming out. You are welcome, my dear Ned, as I am sure you know, to half my blankets and rations dur- ing your stay here, however long same may be, and I most cordially invite you to come out and look over this country, nor do I have the smallest doubt that it will seem to you quite as it does to me, and I shall hope that we make a Citizen of you. “I am but new here as yet myself, am fully disposed, as they say in strange language here, to drive a § BY E. HOUGH, AUTHOR OF THE STORY OF Astsicten & | “Got a letter from your girl?” wv | street lay in perspective before the | window, and along it, out beyond the confines of the town, there reached the flat monotony ef the dark prairie soil. A dog crossed the street, paus- ing midway of the crossing to scratch (ie wt } his ear. The cart of the leading gro- THE COWBOY | cer was hitched in front of his store, Yors | and an idle citizen or two paused near | by to exchange a morning greeting. All a | the little, uneventful day was begin- ning, as it had begun so many times before here in this little, uneventful town, where the world was finished, never more to change. Franklin shud- dered. Was this, then to be his life? There came a regular tread upon the stair, as there had always for years come at this hour of half past seven in the morning, rain or shine. Judge Bradley entered, tall, portly, smooth shaven, his silk hat pushed back upon his brow, as was his fash- jon. Franklin turned to make the usual morning salutation. “Good morning, Ned,” judge, affably. “Good morning, Judge,” said Frank- lin. “I hope you are well,” “Yes, thank you. Nothing ever the matter with me. How are things com- ing?” “Oh, all right, thank you.” This was the stereotyped form of the daily greeting between the two. Judge Bradley turned as usual to his desk, but, catching sight of the letter still held in Franklin's hand, reutarked carelessly: “Got a letter from your girl?” “Not so lucky,” said Franklin. “From a friend.” Silence resulted. Judge Bradley opened his desk, took off his coat and hung it on a nail, after his custom, turned over the papers for a moment and remarked absentmindedly, and more to be polite than because the matter interested him, “Friend, eh?" “Yes,” said Franklin, “friend, out West"; and both relapsed again into silence, Franklin once more fell to gazing out of the window, but at length turned toward the desk and pulled over his chair to a closer speak- ing distance. “Judge Bradley,” said he, “I shouldn't wonder if I could pass my examination for the bar.” “Well, now,” said the judge, “I hope you can, That's nice, Goin’ to hang out your shingle, eh?” “IT might, if I got my license.” “Oh, that’s easy,” replied the other; “it's mostly a matter of form. No trouble about it—not in the-least.” “I am clear in my own mind that I don't know much about law,” said Franklin, “and I should not think of going up for examination if that end- ed my studies in the profession, If I were intending to go into practice here, sir, or near by, I should not think of applying for admission for at least another year, But the fact {s, I'm thinking of going away.” “Goin’ away?” Judge Bradley straightengd.. up. .and_ his expression his own misgivings about this grave d and mature young man should nee int the practice at the Bloms- bury ‘bar. It was well enough to en- courage such possibilities to take their test in some other locality. Judge Bradley therefore became more cheer- ful. “Goin’ away, eh?” he said, “Where to?” “Out West,” said Franklin, uncon- sciously repeating the phrase which was then upon the lips of all the young men of the country. “Out West, eh?” said the judge, with still greater cheerfulness, “That's right, that’s right. That’s the place to go to, where you can get a better chance. I came West in my day my- Self, though it isn’t West now; an’ that’s how I got my start. There's ten chances out there to where there’s one here, an’ you'll get better pay for what you do. I'd advise it, sir—I’d ad- vise it; yes, indeed.” “I think it will be better,” said Franklin calmly. (To be continued.) The Diet Fad. Apropos, the diet craze of the last two or three years may not and does not perform all that it promises for those who listen to the voice of the medical or other faddist, says the Lon- don World, but from its extravagances may come ultimate good, and another generation may reap happily where we have sown. The time may come, a great continental doctor believes, when the science of dieting will be so perfected that we shall not merely be able, as we do now, to keep people alive much longer, but we shall like wise keep them in a useful condition, Octogenarians will retain their fac ulties to the full, senility will be avoid- ed, and if, perhaps, grandfathers and grandmothers do not contrive to pre- serve their youthful appearance to the end, they will at least, so we are assured, be as clear-brained at 77 as at 27, and thus, with the advantage of ripe experience, they will help on the work of more youthful brains and temper the follies of the rising gener- ation. Company, New Quixote, but he never forgets a friend. Buffalo and Indians, railroads and ho- tels—it must at least be a land of cor- trasts!" CHAPTER VI. Edward Franklin, Lawyer. Edward Franklin had taken up his law studies in the office of Judge Bradley, the leading lawyer of the lit- tle village of Bloomsbury, where Franklin was born, and where he had spent most of his life previous to the time of his enlistment in the army. Judge Bradley was successful, as such matters go in such communities, and it was his open boast that he owed his success to himself and no one else, Thirty-five years earlier, a raw youth from old Vermont, Hollis N. Bradley had walked into the embry- onic settlement of Bloombsbury with a single law book under his arm and naught but down upon his chin. He pleaded his first cause before a judge who rode circuit over a territory now divided into three congressional dis- tricts. He won his first case, for his antagonist was even more ignorant than he. As civilization advanced he defended fewer men for stealing hogs and more for murder and adultery. His practice grew with the growth of the population of the country about him. He was elected county attorney, local counsel for the railroad, and judge of the Circuit Court. He was mentioned for gubernatorial honors, and would perhaps have received the party nomination but for the breaking out of the civil war. Not fancying the personal risks of the army, he hired a substitute, and this sealed his political fate, for Illinois at that time did not put in power men who sent substitutes to the war, It was an immemorial custom in Bloomsbury for the youth who had aspirations for a legal career to “read law” in Judge Bradley's office. Two of his students had dropped their said the books to take up rifles, and they came not back to their places. They were forgotten, save once a year, upon Dec- oration Day, when Judge Bradley made eloquent tribute above their graves, It was therefore predetermined that Edward Franklin should go into the office of Judge Bradley to begin his law studies, after he had decided that the profession of the law was the one likely to offer him the best career. It was one of the unvarying rules of Judge Bradley's office, and indeed this was almost the only rule which he imposed, that the law student within his gates, no matter what his age or earlier servitude, should each morn- ing sweep out the office, and should, when so requested, copy out any law papers needing to be executed in duplicate. So long as a student did these things, he was welcome as long as he cared to stay. Edward Franklin accepted his seat in Judge Bradley's office without any reservations, and he paid his daily fee of tenure as had all the other students before him, scorning not the broom. Ardent, ambitious and reso- lute, he fell upon Blackstone, Chitty and Kent as though he were asked to carry a redoubt. He read six, eight, ten hours a day, until his head buzzed, and he forgot what he had read. Then at it all over again, with teeth set. Thus through more than a year he toiled, lashed forward by his own de- termination, until at length he began to see some of the beautiful first prin- ciples of the law. §8o in his second year Franklin fared somewhat beyond principles merely, and got into notes end bills, torts, contracts and reme- dies. He learned with a shiver how a Promise might legally be broken, how @ gift should be regarded with suspi- cion, how a sacred legacy might be set aside. He read these things again and again, and forced them into: his brain, so that they might never be for- A Man's Time to Die. When a man appeared the other day before Justice Blume, in Chicago, and asked for protection against neighbors who had threatened to kill him, the justice refused to grant the request. When asked for his reasons he said that when it came a man’s time to die he would die, and not be- fore. He announced himself as fatalist and said aie an Boe - i A Ei baz : it is i oi & {WORLD'S GREATEST SUSPENSION BRIDGE OPENED FOR TRAFFIC IN THE EASTERN METROPOLIS as Writing in the New York World of the great Williamsburg bridge, opened for traffic in that city last week, James Creelman says: The greatest bridge in the world, containing 40,000 tons of steel, cost- ing $11,000,000, and connecting the swarming tenement districts of Man- hattan with Williamsburg and the cheap home lands of Long Island, was opened after Mayor Low and the prin- cipal officers of his administration had walked its entire length of 7,264 feet. A few speeches, bristling with statis- ties, a club reception, an hour of artil- lery firing, a march of societies across the giant structure, and a really mag- nificent display of fireworks at night, with a parade of tugboats down the East River, fitly celebrated the end of seven years of unbroken work and the inauguration of a bridge with a capa- city, when it is in full operation, of 128,000 passengers an hour. There were bands of music, streams of bayonets, pracing cavalry and bat- teries of cannon to both sides of the river, but the march across was in deep silence. Mayor Low and the offi- cials of Manhattan, the Bronx and Ricimond walked from the Manhat- tan side. Borough President Swan- duced to figures, its superiority be- comes even more strikingly manifest. Fifty millions more of passengers, the engineers estimate, will be carried by the transit lines.on the mew bridge than on the old. Against the hun- dred million who annually cross the older bridge, one hundred and fifty million will cross the new. The river span of the new bridge is only five feet longer than that of the old, the figure for the former being 1,600, but the-approaches make up the differ- ence in the length of the newer struc- ture, those of the former measuring 1,800 feet each, while the Manhattan approach to the old bridge is only 1,562 and the brooklyn only 971. The towers of the Williamsburg bridge, built of steel, rise 333 feet above high water mark, 50 feet higher than the stone towers of the Brook- lyn bridge, while this height will be increased by 20 feet when the orna- mental caps are placed on the new structure. The height of the new bridge above the river in the exact center is 135 feet, the same height as the older bridge. The new bridges now in construction will keep the same level. The great cables which hold the strom and the officials of Brooklyn steel framework measure 18 inches in federate army and that he feels only those soldiers of the Confederate army who wore the gray are entitled to the badge of honor which this bronze cross is. ARTICLES USED BY SENATORS. All Sorts and Descriptions Were Dis pensed Last Year. Charles G. Bennett, secretary of the United States senate, has sent to that body his annual report detailing the expenditures of last year. In some eases the items are more characteris- tic of a woman's boudoir than of sup plies for staid and dignified senators. The stationery room, where articles are put on sale at cost to senators, in the year sold manicure sets, wrist bags at prices up to $30 and similar articles appreciated by women. Card cases, leather cases for railroad passes and such articles found a large sale. The medicine chest in the office of the sergeant at arms dispensed 30,000 grains of quinine pills, a dozen pack- ages of court plaster, large quantities of pepsin and soda, mint tablets and horehound drops to a total of twenty pounds. Toilet articles were dispens- ed by the government to a large amount in such lines as bay rum, NEW WILLIAMSBURG BRIDGE, CONNECTING MANHATTAN AND BROOKLYN. and Queens walked from the Wil- liamsburg side. They met in the mid- dle of the bridge, raised their hats to one another and then trudged to- gether to Williamsburg, where the speeches were uttered to a great mul- titude in the new plaza at the en- trance to the bridge. It was a melancholy but suggestive experience, that walk across to Wil- Namsburg. “A raw wind whipped the vast reaches of painted steel beams, and reddened the noses of the mayor and the official multitude which shuf- fled along the roadway. Coat collars were turned up, shitiy- high hats were difficult to keep on, and an irreverent rabble of photographers raced about, aiming their cameras, flapping their hands, shouting and jostling the half- frozen officials. There was a faint scent of whisky, too, fully justified by the weather. was and how solid under na tmtter ie the feet! | How small it made a man feel to tread that complicated immensity of steel, suspended from the two steel towers by four cables, containing 17,- 432 miles of steel wire. And as the mayor walked on at the head of the shivering, mirthless procession, with his white flag carried before him, he may well have pondered the opening words of his speech: “No such achievement as this bridge ts ever the work of a single man.” A TRIUMPH OF ENGINEERING. Williamsburg Bridge a Noble Monu- ment to American Skill. That the Brooklyn bridge, after nearly a generation of use, has en- dured as a highwater mark in the bridge line, at least in the greater eity, is no mean tribute to the skill and the daring of the engineers who planned it. That the new bridge now surpasses in all important dimen- sions, and, foot by foot, cable for cable, outclasses the old signally, is perhaps the greatest single descrip- tion that can be given of its magni- tude as the greatest suspension bridge im the world surpassed in length of span only by the Firth bridge. The Brooklyn bridge in length falls diameter. The four cables contain 41,588 wires, and the supporting strength of each of these cables is 22,280 tons, as contrasted with 12,000 for the older bridge while the figures for the weight of the two structures between towers are 7,771 and 6,620 tons, respectively. The Williamsburg bridge was be- gun in October, 1896, the first work being done on the foundations or the” New York towers. It was more than five years later, on April 9, 1901, when, amid the salutes of the craft on the water front, the two cables were hoisted from the river bed and the actual construction of the span began. On Noy. 11, 1902, a fire de- stroyed the wooden staging, breaking out om the Manhattan tower, 350 feet from the East river, burned along the cables and furnished one of the most spectacular conflagrations in the his- terw af the efty. ttle serious dam- age was done Yo the main structure, however, and the work was hurried forward, although there were many delays incident te the fire. The cost of the new bridge will reach about $11,000,000. At the pres- ent time only the south roadway is completed. Within a few days the north roadway will be opened to pe- destrians, and will serve for them un- til one of the footways is completed. No arrangement has yet been made for the Tetting of the car tracks on the new bridge and the elevated struc- ture ends. with the bridge at both ends. Delaneey street, at the Man- hattan terminus, is to be widened, and the: work is to begin soon. This street will be widened by razing tene- ment houses along the southerly side. Already hundreds of buildings have been destroyed further east along the course of the bridge and the old re- gion of Poverty Hollow is entirely de- stroyed.. New Chief of Division. George Winfield Scott, class of ‘96 of Stanford university, has been ap- pointed chief of the newly created division of law of the library of Con- gress at Washington. The position is an administrative one and the salary has been fixed at $3,000 a year. He will go to Europe in the interest of powders, cologne, dandruff cures, smelling salts and complexion restora- tives. It also appears that the senate used four tons of hay in the fisca! year just ended. TOO STRENUOUS FOR RUSSIANS. Senator Beveridge Wore Out Relays of Interpreters, was collecting material for his book, “The Russian Advance,” he engaged an interpreter and started with Ameri- can hustle, At the end of the first day the Russian was limp, and at the close of the second day he was in a state of collapse. When the third night came the Russiam begged for a day's rest. He disappeared perma- nently, but sent back word that no one could work for a man who did a year's work in one day. After that Mr. Bev- erldge resigned himself to a relay sys- tem or interpreters, but he says the Russians have no real staying powers. “Mel” Hanna’s Winter Home. “Mel” Hanna, brother of the Ohio senator, has @ winter home near Thomasville, Ga. Mr. Hanna has an estate of 3,500 acres, and it was there that President McKinley spent some of the pleasantest days of his life, for there is not a more: ideally beautifully winter home im America, nor one bet- ter supplied with the things that go to make existence a delight. Its own- er is hospitable and loves to take his northern friends down south to e~joy the sport of killing deer, wild tur- keys, quail and other game, which they can do on his owm broad acres. Many years of residence in the south has not caused Mr, Hanna to change his Tepublican allegiance, but, he says, “upon local politieal questions he found it agreeable and expedient to act with the dominant race.” Senator Tillman’s Counterfeit Bill. As the story is told in the South, Senator Benjamin Tillman of South Carolina received a counterfeit $100 bill in part payment for his lecture on the race question which he delivered in Savannah, Ga. He deposited it with the financial elerk of the Senate in Washington and soon after was in- CROSS SECTIONS OF OLD AND NEW BRIDGES COMPARED. i tk ; : et j ; E EIz3% A init Hf ue FAVAN) UNV AV ar AV 7 \ A V7 CT Half Section of the Old Bridge, BE Hy it eikes