Evening Star Newspaper, December 5, 1896, Page 23

ThE (Copyright, Written fur The Evening Star. From Wimbleton to Surbiton is compara tively but a step. An enterprising train bent on accomplishing the feat, can do th: @istance in seven or eight minutes, anc “locals* takes but even the slowest of twelve. Barney was an energetic young man, and, where a check was concerned, knew the dangers of delay; so he resolved, being in the reighborhood, to go to Surbi- ton, see his mother, and settle the busine: The young man often reassured himseif by saying inwardly that he was no fool, and the few minutes he had to meditate on the situation, as he paced up and down No. 3 platform waiting for the train, enabled nim to formulate a course of action. Barney had a well-defined mental process by which he arrived at any plan of pro- cedure. “The great thing, my boy,” ‘he used to say, “is to know exactly what you want, and then go for it.” In going for it the young fellow trampled on anything that came in his path; truth, for example. His one object was success—the kind that succeeds. Having attained that, he was careless of the means. In this instance what he wanted was to prevent any interference with Sartwell, and he knew, if he boidly opposed his mother’s scheme, such opposition would inevitably bring about the meddling he de- sired to avoid, and at the same time piace hjmself in her bad books, which was finan- clally undesirable. “It will take a bit of thinking,” said Bar- ney to himself, thus showing that he cor- rectly estimated the difficulties of the situa- tion, and realized the shortness of the dis- tance between Wimbleton and Surbiton. The Hope residence was a large, square, yellow house, rather old-fashioned—“‘an im- posing mansion” was the phrase that caught Mrs. Hope’s eye in the Times be- fore she induced her husband to buy it— and it stood in an extensive, well-wooded grounds. Barney drove up to it in one of the open victorias which stand for hire at the station, a class of vehicle that adds to the seaside appearance of Surbiton. Telling the man to wait, he sprang up the steps and knocked, for there was nothing so modern as a bell at the front door. He found his mother in the drawing room, and with her Lady Mary Fanshawe, who had driven over from her father’s country place in the Dorking direction. Lady Mary was a nice girl, rather shy, who blushed prettily when Barney came in, and had agreat ad- miration for the young man’s himerto un- appreciated artistic talents, liking a paint- er better than a manufacturer. Her father, having ascertained definitely that Barney's possession of a studio would in no way in- terfere with his ultimate coming into the proprietorship of the remunerative factory, made no objection to the acquaintanceship between the Hope family and his own. “How-de-do, Lady Mary.” cried, the young man, shaking hands with her. “How are you, mater?” he added to his mother, kisstng her on the cheek. “Barnard,” sald the elderly lady, with a touch of severity In her tone, “I did not expect to see you in Surbiton so soon. I thought you would attend to the business I spoke of.” “Jr's all been attended to, mater, I don’t let the grass grow under my feet—not that it’s a gcod day for grass, either,” continued the young man, cheerfully, warming his hands =t the fire. “Beastly weather,” he Barney on His Mother’s Hearth Ri remarked to Lady Mary, who assented to the terse statement. “Yes, mater, my motto is, what Is worth doing is worth doing quickly—speedily done 1s twice done—I think there's & Proverb to that effect, don’t you know. If there's not, there ought to be.” Lady Mary rose to leave the room, as mother and 3on had evidently something to discuss together. “Sit down, child,”. said Mrs. Hope. “It is nothing private. The men at the ‘works’ talk of going on a strike. The manager is a stubborn, unyielding man, given even to browbeating his employers—" “Bullying, I call it,” interrupted Bar- ney, who now stood with his back to the fire, his feet well apart on the hearth rug. His mother went on, calmly, without no- ticing her sc.’s interpolation: “So it seems to me that such a man, ut- terly lacking in tact, might not, perhaps, be mindful of the feelings of those under him. We all have our duties toward the working class, a fact many, alas, appear to forget.” Lady Mary said softly, with her eyes cast down, that this was indeed the case. “So ycu saw Mr. Sartwell, Barnard?” “Oh, yes, I saw Sartwell, and had a talk with some of the men—with the—ah—ring- leaders, don’t you know. ‘ou mean the leaders, Barnard.” “Yes, something of that sort. I don’t pretend to understand the bally working- men, you know; but there's lots of sense in what they say. They know what they want.” “Did you find Mr. Sartwell obdurate’ “Oh, bless you, no, mater. Sartwell’s the most reasonable of men. “Indeed? It never occurred to me to place him in that category.” “Don't you make any mistake about MUTABLE MANY, BY ROBERT BARR. 1896, by Robert Barr.) SURLNS THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5, bo yr 1896—24 PAGES. CUES Sartwell, mater. You w n your way at all. He's perfectly willing o do whatever you want done. ‘Barney, my boy,” said he to me, when I told him had it you thought about this trouble, ‘Bar- ey," says he, ‘after all is said and done, at's the women’s affair more than ours.’ ‘The women’s affair!” said Mrs. Hope, drawing herself severely up. ‘Do I under- stand you to mean, Barnard, that the man was referring to Mrs. Monkton and my- self?” “Well, mater, you see; we were talking freely together as man to man—and—hang it all! you know, it 1s your affair and Mrs. He looked uneasily eround the room, and saw that Lady Mary had sitpped away unperceived. “Don’t talk. You’ve done enough harm already. Try and undo it.* “But I_say! It’s rather rough on me, mater. When you promised me a check for three hundred, I didn’t imagine I would have to see old Sartwell a second time and take back all I said. He would think me an ass then.” = “He thinks it already. But it doesn’t matter what he thinks. It‘is what he does that you have to deal with. You must see kim at onze and stop this non- sense about a conference.” Barney shook his head dolefully. “I don’t see how I can face him again, mater. I'd rather lose the £300 check.” “The check has nothing to do with the question. I should hope you are not at- tending to this for the £300. But i'll write you a check for £500, if that will satisfy you. Then I hope to hear no more about £00 a year. Be consistent, at least, Bar- nard.” “Thanks, mater, I'll try. And while you are writing out the check I'll have a word with Lady Mary.” “Very well,” said his mother, rising. The request did not seem to isplease her. When the young lady came in Barney was wonderfully bright after his long dis- cussion. “I was afraid I was in the way,” sald Lady Mary, modestly. “I don’t know much about work people.” MARSTEN URGING BRAUNT TO ATTEND THE MEETING. Monkton’s, rather than old Monkton’s and father’s. I don’t suppose they care so very much. Mrs. Hope slowly raised her glasses to her eyes and stared at her son, who was lcoking at the hearth rug now, resting his weight on his toes and then coming down on his heels. “I haven't the least idea what you are talking about, Barnard.” “I am talking about the proposed strike, mater; about the demands of the men.” “Requests, my son. The men request an audience with Mr. Sartwell, and he refuses it, as if he were prime minister.” “That's just what I said to Sartwell. ‘Sartwell,” said I, ‘you're high-handed with the men.” He admitted it, but held that if he had a conference with them, no good would be accomplished unless he acceded to their dem—requests.” “He could compromise—he could make scme concessions, and then everything would go smoothly again. He has no tact.” “Quite so, quite so. But you see the men want only one thing, not several. They are perfectly logical about it—I had a talk with them, and they were very much grati- fied to hear that you were on their side. There will be no trouble with them in fu- ture if Sartwell is only reasonable. They look at it like this: They work ten hours a day and get on an average a pound a week—or—ah—something like that—I forget the exact amount, although they had it there in shillings and pence. Now, father and Monkton work four or five hours a day hot very hard, either—and go to Switzer- land in the summer and Algiers in the win- ter, yet they draw £20,000 a year each out of the business. This, the men claim, is unjust, and, of course, I quite agree with them. It’s outrageous, and I said so. Well, the men are prepared to do the most gen- erous things. In order to compromise, they will allow the partners ten times what the real workers get: Monkton and father are each to draw £500 a year out of the busi- ness, and the £40,000 Is to be divided among the workers. I thought that it was an ex- ceedingly liberal proposal, and I told them During tris able, if mythical, exposition of the workmen's views, Mrs. Hope gazed at her son with ever-increasing amaze- ment. When he had concluded, she was standing up, apparently spcechiess, with an ominous frown on her brow. | Lady Mary looked with timid anxiety from one to the other. There seemed to be a sweet reasonableness in the young man's argu- ment, and yet something hopelessly wron; about ie) Proposition. i - 3 “Five hundred pounds a year!—t 4 cried Mrs. Hope, at last. - ene ““Well_to father, technically—same thing, of course.” “Five hundred a year! Barnard, if any one had told me an hour ago that you were a fool I—five hundred a year!—how can people exist on five hundred a year?” Barney looked reproachfully at his moth- er. He was evidently hurt. “That's just the way Sartwell talks, and I suppose he thinks I'm a fool too, mnerely because I'm trying to understand the labor problem. It seemed to me that if a work- man with twelve children to support can live on £50 a year, an elderly pair with but one child, and he about to maxe a fortune in painting, could get along on ten times that amount.” “Oh, I’ve no patience with vou, Barnard.” “And then, Sartwell says, look at the capital Invested—" “Certainly. He is perfectly right, and any one with a grain of sense would sec that. There are thousands and thousands expended in the buildings and in the de- velopment of the business. The workmen never think of that—nor you, elther, it appears.” “You see, mater, it’s out of my Ine. But what Sartwell said about investment made me _think-—” “Think!” exclaimed his mother, withering contempt. “Yes,” continued Barney, placidly, “sc 1 went to the workmen to see wnat they had to say about it. They said at once that the capital had been refunded ever and over again. I went back to Sartwell to see if this were true, and it was truc. Well, then—" : “What then?” “Under the circumstances it seemed to me that the workmen had made a most magnanimous proposal. If a man would paint _a picture for me which I could seil for £00 and he was content to take £50 for it and leave me the other £450, | should think him the most generous of men.” “Stop talking nonsense, please. Is Sart- well going to receive the men?” “I suppose so.” “Then you must instantly go back to the city and tell him he is to do nothing of the sort.” “But, mater,” protested the voung man. with ele teetontoes SeeGetonbecentoeetoetoceatenetontotontoeetoetetoareeteetodietoeodtneetnseteatetedecetedendnaie aeons HUNYAD JANOS, The World’s Best Natural Aperient Water. 25 Years’ Success in U. S, 5 De te ON a te ie at te Be Highest Reputation all Over the World. CAUTION of the }, iF, 21,de5&19 : None genuine without the signature firm “Andreas Saxlehner,” i On the Label. “The labor question,” said Barney, “is an exceedingly 4ntricate one, and I'm Afraid 1 don’t quite understand it in all its bear- ings myself; but it's most interesting, I as- sure you, most interesting. i'm a iaboring man myself now. I've got my studio all fitted up, and I work like a—let’s see, 1s it a Turk, or a nigger?” think a nailer is the simile you want. “Very likely. I don’t suppose a Turk works if he can help it. Oh, by the way, Lady Mary, I have ‘at homes’ at my studio every Tuesday from 3 till 5. I wish you would come. Get your father to bring you. I want a real live lord, don’t you know, to— well—te give tone to the gathering.” Lady Mary laughed. ‘I should like to go very much. I was never in @ studio since I had my portrait painted. I'll ask my father, but he doesn’t go out very often.” “Oh, I know you can get him to come, so that's a promise.” In the hall his mother handed Barney a check. “Be sure you go at once to Sartwell,” she sald, “‘and see that you don’t bungle the business a seccnd time.” And yet the poor boy had merely pre- tended that her former orders had been carried out! Barney made no remarks about the inconsistency of women. He kissed her on both cheeks, as a dutiful sun should do, and departed. . Chapter VII. In almost any other country than Enz- land the name by which the evil-smelling cul-de-sac off Light street was known might be supposed to have been given it by some cynical humorist. It was called Rose Garden court. As there is a reason fo- al- most everything in this world, the chances are that once upon a time a garden stood there, and that roses probably bloomed in it. ‘The entrance to the court was through an archway, over which, on the Light street sidc, was the name of the court. At the right hand of this tunnel stood the “Rose and Crown,” locally known as the “pub,” and the door of the jug and bottle department opened into the passage, which was convenient for the inhabitants of the court. On the left of the archway there was a second-hand clothing shop, the wares, exceedingly second-hand, hanging in tattered festoons about the door. A street lamp stood at the edge of the pavement, opposite the entrance to the court, and threw {ts rays under the arch- ways, which somewhat feeble illumination was supplemented by a gas jet over the door of the jug and bottle department. At the blind end of Rose Garden court stood another lamp post. The-court was uneven- ly paved with large slabs of stone, sloppy, asa rule, from the overflow of a tap which supplied the inhabttants with wat2i The court was walled about with five- story buildings, and in the oblong well formed by these rather dilapidated edifices the alr hung dark and heavy, laden with many smells. Breezes blowing over Lor don frcm the soith or the north or the west produced no movement of the noxious air in Rose Garden Court. “Come out,” the gale from the Surrey hills might cry, as it whistled merrily gver the housetops. “Come out and give the people a chance to treathe;” but there was no answering rustle In the court:the air there was si- lent and sullen, as if it had taken its tem- per from the inhabitants of the place. Sometimes. in early spring, the insistent east wind roared boisterously through the tunnel, cetchir.g the mephitic atmosphere unawarcs, and flinging it headlong over ‘a roofs, filling the court with a biting whirlwind, scattering loose bits of paper and regs skyward, but the inhabitants of the court didn't Hke it. They closed their windcws, shivered, and wished the gal would cease. Next day the air would set- tle down quietly in the court, collect its odors once more, and then everybody felt that things were as they should be. The court was a property that paid handsomely. No one residing there knew who owned the buildings or the ground. ‘The man who collected the room rents did so promptly in advance, and He had once told the landlord of the “Rose and Crown” that the court was more lucrative as an investment than {f it had been situated in the Grcsvenor square district. The owner was popularly supposed to have farmed the property to a company, and the rent collector represented this organization. The company could not be expected to spend morey on repairs, the owner could not be reached, and aside from all that, the rooms were in constant demand, so if a tenant did not like the arrangement, he could get out—there were a dozen others ready to take his place. The people who lived in this human war- ren were not criminals. Most of them did something useful for the living they re- ceived. Criminals, when convicted, are house@ in a much more sanitary manner, and they are sure of enough to eat—which the denizens of the court were not. If any priscn in the kingdom were as fet!d as Rose Garden court, the great heart of the na- tion would be stirred with indignation, and some wretch in authority would feel the lash of righteous public scorn. The court was merely airly representative of the home of the British workingman, in the wisest, largest, proudest, most ‘wealthy* city in the world, at the end of the nine- teenth century, after a thousand years, more or less, of progress. Some homes of the workingmen are better, but then some are worse, for we must never forget that we have the ‘artisans’ improved dwellings” among vs. The occupants of the ‘im- proved dwellings” are hedged about with restrictions, but in the court was freedom >freedom to come and go as you Iiked; freedom to get drunk; freedom to loaf or work; freedom to starve. The personal predilections of the courtites were much the same as those of, habitues of first-class West End elubs. They liked to drink and gamble. The “‘pub” was at the extrance, and there or at the barber shop they could place a little on a horse they krew nothirg of. One of the ad- vantsges of a free covntry is that a man can get quite ss drunk on beer as he can on champagne, and at a much less cost. The results are wonderfully similar. It is popularly believed that a policeman in Piccadilly is kinder to a client in a dress coat than a fellow officer on Waterloo road is to a man in moleskins. Rose Garden court had little trouble with ine police. -stfpous oes ahi lapceetd the feminine portign of {t—tool some- what askance at tha forok AL a police- man asked of a drunken dweller in; the court was that if Mt *wanted to he should. fight in the;court,. and. not.on, a busy thoroughfare Light street. ‘In the; court the wives of. the:combatants usually took chargé of them before the battle had been fo@ght to a- finish, ‘and sometimes a tall iceman watched over the separation of porary foes, saying little unless one of the fighters resisted the wife who was vociferously. shoving him toward his own deoyway, when the officer would say: a! “Come now, my .man, none of that,” whereupon, strangely enough, it was the woman who resented the officer's inter- ference for her protection, though when her man proceeded {6 abuse a member of the force also, she quickly told him to “shut his mouth,” using an adjective that was at once sanguimary and descriptive. Often a stalwart politeman would take by the scruff of the neck an inhabitant of the court staggering along Light street, filling the air with melody or defiance, and walk him rapidly down the street, the man’s legs wabbling about uncertainly, as if he were a wax work automaton, until they were opposite the entrance of the court; then, having received the required impetus from the officer, the man shot un- der the archway and was presumably taken care of when he got inside; any- how, once in the court he could not get out again except by the way he entered, and few ever became drunk enough to forget there was always @ policeman in the neighborhood. The thrust under the arch- way was merely the kindly Light street way of doing the Piccadilly act of placing @ man tenderly in a cab and telling the driver where to go. Few were ever actu- ally arrested in the Light street district, and their conduct had to be particularly flagrant’ to bring upon them this last re- sort of the force. Along Light street came Marsten, with the elastic, sprirgy,. energetic step of a young man in good health, who takes this world seriously and believes there is som thing to be done in‘it. He paused for a moment opposite the “Rose and Crown” and nodded to some men who were loung- ing there. “Are you going to. the meeting tonight, men?” he asked. One shook his head, another shrugged his shoulders; it was evident at a glance that none of them had any interest in the meeting while the “pub” remained open. “It's important said Marsten. “The committee reports tonight, and ‘strike or no strike’ will likely be put to vote. You are not in favor of a strike, surely? Then come along and vote against it." “I donno ‘bout that,” said one, remov- ing his pipe. “Strike pay 1s as good as master’s pay, an’ lees work to get it. I could do with a bit of an ‘olid’y. “Strike pay may be as good as master’s while it lasts, but it won't last,”’ rejoined Marsten. “When it gives out we'll go back to work,” returned the man. The others laughed. “Some of you won't get back,” said Mars- ten. “That's always the way after a strike. Better keep a good job while we have it.” “Oh, [ could do with a bit of an ‘oliday,” repeated the spokesman of the “pul crowd, indifferently. “My God!" cried Marsten, Indignantt “if you take no more interest in your co! dition than that, how can you ever expect to better it?” “Well, I thort,” answered the other, good-naturedly, “when I sees you a-comin’ along, as ‘ow you'd better it by arstin’ us to ‘ave a drop o° beer with you.” “You're muddled with beer already,” said the young man shortly, as he turned and disappeared up the cdurt. ‘The crowd smoked on in silence for some minutes after he had left them. “Cocky young feller that,” sald one at last, jerking his pipe over his shoulder in the direction Marsten had gone. “Oh, ‘e knows a bit, ‘e doe: remarked another, sarcastically There was a longer pause, when the spokesman, who had been ruminating over the matter, said: “Wot d'ye s’'y t’’avin’ another pint in- solde? Then we go t’ th’ meetin’ and wote for th’ stroike. Larn ‘im a lesson. I like ‘is impidence I do. Tork "bout muddlin’; we'll show ‘oose muddled.” This was unanimously agreed to as illu- minating the situation. It is perhaps a pity that Marsten did not know the result of his brief conversation with his fellow work- men. He was young, and had to learn many things. He did not know that the desire for improving one’s condition 1s not ‘at all universal, anf that even where there may be the germ of a desire people do not wish to be dragooned into bettering them- selves. Tact, as Mrs. Hope might have told him, goes further than good intentions. A drop of beer and’a friendly smite on the shoulder would have got him several votes against the strike. As it was, he had merely strengthened the arms of “that ass Gibbons,” by making the mistake of sup- posing that the average human being is actuated by reason. Meanwhile the young man had passed un- der the archway and up the court, until he came to doorway No. 3. The hali and the five pairs of grimy stairs were only less public than the court, which in its turn was only less public than Light street because fewer feet trod thereon. He ascended the first flight of stairs ard paused at one of the doors at the landing. From within came the droning notes of a harmonium, and Marsten forebore to knock as he lis- tened to the sound. A slatternly woman came down the second flight with a water jug in her hand. She stopped on seeing a stranger standing there and listened to the music also. The dirge being played did not soothe whatever savageness there was within the breast of the woman, for she broke out against the inmates of the rooms. “Oh, yes,” she cried. “Fine goin's on for the likes o' them. A harmonyum, if you please. Gawd save We ain't good enough for the likes o’ ‘im. A harmony- um! In Garden court. No good can come 0’ stravagance like that. Wot's ‘e, I'd like to know? Bah!” The woman, with a wave of her- hand, expressed her contempt for such goings on, and departed down the stairs with her jug. Her husband spent his spare cash at the “pub,” as a man should, and not in such vanities as a second-hand musical instru- ment. She had, very properly, no patience with extravagance. Marsten rapped when the playing ceased, and Joe Braunt himself came to the door. “Come in, my boy,” he said, cordially, and Marsten went in. A tall girl, who might have been fourteen or sixteen or eighteen, rose from a chair at the harmonium. She was pale and thin, with large, pathetic eyes that gaye a mel- anrcholy beauty to her face. Shaking hands with her, “How are you, Jessie?” said Marsten. “Is the cough any better?” “I think it's always about the same,’ swered the girl. “It is hard to get better in this hole,” said her father, gruffly. Braunt spoke with the accent of a York- shireman. He was a man who in stature and build did credit to his country, and it was hard to believe that the slender girl was his daughter. However much Joe Braunt's neighbors disapproved of his put- ting on airs and holding himself and his slim, useless daughter above their betters, they took good care not to express their opinions Ip his hearing, for he was a rough, masterful man, taciturn and gloomy, whose blow was readier than his speech: not only Frompt, but effective. The whole court was afraid of him, and it acted on the principle of letting sleoping dogs lie. The woman with the jug in hen hand had good cause fcr resentment against Joe Braunt. ‘Are you coming to the meeting tonight, Mr. Braunt?” asked! young Marsten, when he had greeted f. * “pad greeted father/and daughter “Why not?” fe ait Why go? wot ‘Well, you see, Mr.‘Braunt, there is a crisis on. The commitfpe is to report. Mr. Sartwell has refusat 16 meet them and this Will Ukely anger Gibbons and the others. Strike or no strike will be put to vote, and I for one don’t want'!to see a strike—at least, not just now,” “No more do I,” aid Braunt. ‘Then come on tothe meeting and speak up against a striked." “I’m no speaker... You speak.” ‘They won't listei' tome, but they, would Pay attention to what..you would say.” “Not a bit of it, my jad. But it doesn’t matter to me, not @ haporth.” “What doesn’t? ‘Whether there is a strike or not?” “I’m not going to strike. as they've a mind.” “But if the union orders us out we'll have to go.” “Not me.” “Supposing the strike succeeds, as it may =the union's very strong—what will you do then?” “Stick to my own work and mind my own business.” “But the union won't let you. If the strike falls you'll merely get the ill will of all the men. If it succeeds they'll force you out of the works. ‘There's no use running your head against a brick wall, Mr. Braunt.” uu speak; you've got the gift o' the said Braunt. “I'm tod young. “Trey won't listen’ to me now. But a day will come when they an- They can do 23 will—aye, and the masters, too. I'd will- ingly devote my life to the cause of the worl Marsten spoke with the fire of youthful enthusiasm, and was somewhat discon- gerted when the other took his pipe from his mouth and laughed. “Why do you laugh?” < “I'm laughing at you.” I'm glad to know there's some one that believes in us, but as thou says, thou art young; thou'll know better later on.” “Don’t you believe in yourself and your fellow workers?” ‘Not me. I know ‘em too well. By the sweat of thy brow shalt thou earn thy bread, Them’s not the right words, hap- pen, but that’s the meaning. It has been, is now, and ever shall be. Amen.” “I don’t object to that,” Mr. Braunt,” cried the young man, rising and pacing the floor in his excitement. “Don’t think It. But I want to see everybody work. What I object to is earning your bread by the sweat of the hired man’s brow, as some ! look at our num- We outnumber the loafers ten to 3yes, a hundred to one in every coun- try in the world. All we need is an unsel- fish leader.” The elder man looked at him with a quiz- z.cal smile on his stern lips. “Look at the number of the sands on the seaside. Will any leader make a rope out of them? Numbers are nothing, my lad. Take care of yourself, Marsten, and never mind the workers; that’s the rule of the world. You may pull yourself up, but you can’t lift them with you. They've broken the hearts, aye, and the heads, too, of many a one that tried to better them. Ycu think you have only the masters and capital to fight. The masters won't hurt you; it's the men you're fighting for that will down you. Wait till your head is an inch above the crowd, then you'll catch it from ‘the sticks of every rotten one of #therg-that thinks he’s got.as much right as you have to be in command. It isn’t money that helps the masters; it’s because they've the sense to know a good man when they see him, and to stand by him when they've got him. Don’t be deluded by numbers. What's the good of them? One determined man who doesn’t need to bother about his backing—who knagvs his principals will back him through thick and thin—will beat any mob. Why can a small company of soldiers put dewn a riot? It’s because they're commanded by one man. When he ‘Jump,’ they jump; when he says, ,’ they shoot. That's the whole se- cret of it.”” Braunt resumed his pipe, and smoked vigorously to get back to his usual state of taciturnity. Marsten had never heard him talk so long before, and he stood pondering what had been said. Braunt was the first to speak. “Play the ‘Dead March,’ Jessie,” he said, gruffiy. The girl hesitated a moment, evidently loath to begin when Marsten was in the room. A slight hectic color mounted to her cheek, but obedience was strong in her; her father was not a man to be disobeyed. She drew up her chair and began Chopin's ‘Funeral March,’ playing it very badly, but still recognizably. Peace seemed to come over Braunt as he istered to the dirge. He sat back in the chair, his eyes on the ceiling, smoking steadily. Marsten sat down, meditating on what Braunt had said. He was not old eno.gh to have his opinions fixed, and to be impervious to argument, so Braunt’s remarks troubled him. He hoped they were not true, but feared they might be. The mourrful cadence of the music, which seen ed to soothe the soul of the elder man, wound itself among the younger’s thoughts and dragged them toward despair; the in- difference of the men in front of the pub- lic house flashed across his memory and depressed him. He wished Jessie would stop playing. “Ah,” said Braunt, with a deep sigh, when she did stop; “that’s the grande: Piece of music ever made. It runs in my head all day. The throb of the machinery at the wcrks seems to be tuned to it. It’s in the roar of the streets. Come, my lad, I'll go with you because you want me to, not that it will do any good. I'll speak ‘f you like, not that they'll care much for what I say—not hearken, very like. But come along, my lad.” (To be continued next Saturday.) —- NEW USE OF PHOTOGRAPHY. Note Books With Intricate Forma Now Made for Engincers. From the New York Sun. John W. Nystrom of Philadelphia, a well- known civil and mechanical engineer, once sald to his colleagues: “Make your own pecket book.” In giving this advice Mr. Nystrom did not have in mind a receptacle for money, but a little volure usually car- ried about by engineers containing rules, mathematical tables and formulas adapted for immediate use. At first it was cons:d- ered to be almost impossible for a man to make a book of this kind, but now modern science steps in, and every engineer can make a pocket book for himself which will invariably suit him better than anything he could buy, because .t may be made to serve him in the special branch of engineering Which he practices. Thus the civil engineer whose specialty is hydraulic rams and the flow of water in channels is likely to find in his geheral pocket book only a few formulas for mak- ing the calculations he needs. Even if the subject is treated more exhaustively, the engineer may not be familiar with the sys- tem, so he does better if he follows Mr. Nystrom’s advice, “Figure the thing out for yourself, preserve the formula used and when you have it to do again it will be easy.” But formulas accumulate rapidly, and any engineer or astronomer engaged in active practice soon has a big collection, which, being without an index, is not of great value. The problem that confronts him, then, is how to bring this mass of matter into some neat, compact and portable form. He may have hundreds of formulas in al- gebra and calculus which, owing to their length, he dare not copy, as that would be conducive to errors. There is some one who can copy them for him, however, and that man has never been known to make a mistake. He has copied thousands of finely printed pages re- plete with intricate algebraical calculations v.here the omission of an accent would spoil the whole result. He does his work well and quickly, too, sometimes copying a whole page in something less than a sec- ord. In short, he is infallible. That man is the photographer, and he has become so popular of late among physicians, en- ginecrs, lawyers and mathematicians that special departments have been instituted in many studios for werk of this sort. For a notebook of this kind notes should be made, not in script, but with a type- writer, one, of course, kaving a mathemat- ical keyboard, including the signs of addi- tien, multiplication, subtraction and di- vision. The size of the paper used should depend upon the desired dimensions of the volume. Sheets 8 by 10 inches reduce pho- tographically to 5 by 7 inches nicely. Pure white paper is the best, and it should not be folded, otherwise the creases will show in the photograph. When the page of mat- ter 1s once recorded on the photographic plate, as many ccpies as are desired may be printed on blue print or other prepared paper without the slightest chance of error. These different prints are then bound to- gether, and behold, a book, or several books, for that matter, if so desired. It sometimes happens that a good mathemat- ical table is found in some old volume now out of print. This may be photographed, reduced or enlarged to any desired size, and incorporated in the bock, The copy so made is bound to be truthful, which might not be the case if it had been made with a pen or put into the hands of a printer. An engineer owning his camera can make his own pocket book for about ten cents a page, which is about 15 cents below the price charged by photographérs. Some lit- tle experience is necessary in order to get the right time of exposure, as well as the right size of lens, which must not have too much curvature. -———+ e+____ Startling, if True. From the Cleveland Leader. “Heavers!"’ exclaimed Horatio Dexter, as he jumped up and passed a hand over his eyes, as if trying to brush away some blinding substance, “am I awake, or is this merely an evanescent dream?” “What has happened, darling?” Mrs. Dexter cried, at the same time rushing over and endeavoring to steady his sway- = fcrm. “Tell your little wifey! What is Pointing to a magazine that he held out before her, the agitated man said in trem- bling, half-suppreesed tones: “I have just found a poem in there that means somethirg.” —<ses Fortifying Himself. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer. ‘Perhaps you would prefer the heaviest weight of flannels?” “I think I would. You see, I’m courting a girl whose father is experimenting with a new furnace.” UNIVERSITY NOTES Columbian University. A meeting of the ‘senior class wes held last’ might ‘at’ which class history was dis- cvesed and routine business transacted. A class in lettering in the department of mechanics and engineering is being formed by Ernest L. Thurston. President Whitman went to the Carolinas Thursday, He will deliver addresses at Charleston, 8. C., and Greenville and Ra- leigh, N. C., and return early next week. Mr. Rober: H. Martin, secretary and treasurer, is at Hamilton, Va., on account of sickness in his family. Prof. Louis Amateis, head of the depart- ment of fine arts applied to architecture in the Corcoran Scientific School, has been awarded the contract for the $50,000 aile- gorical statue of Lepss to be erected in Galveston, Texas. He has been granted a year’s leave of absence and will go to Ital where the work will be done. Mr. Theodoi Friebus has been appointed acting profes- scr of the department in the absence of Prof. Amatels. Felix Freyhold, C. E., has been appointed acting professor-vf civil engineering in the school of graduate studies, vice Prof. F. A. Fava, dezeased. Prof. Lee Davis Lodge has completed his course of ten lectures on “Free Trade and Protection” before the classes in political Ehilosophy. Dean Munroe has commenced a course of lectures to the students in chemistry and ergineering in the Corcoran Scientific School on “The Metallurgy of Iron and Bieel: The work of preparing the catalogue for 1896-97 has heer. begun, and it is hoped to have it published at an earlier date than heretofore. The class of '97 of the Corcoran Scientific School at their last meeting adopted a class ring. It is a gold signet ring, having the seal of the university and the class mono. gram. In the Society for Philosophical Inquiry Tuesday afternoon Prof. Lee Davis Lodge delivered an address on “The Philosophy of International Law. Georgetown University. Rev. Fathers William J. Ennis, 8. J., and Henry Y. Shandell, 8. J., attended the tenth annual cenvention of the Assoctation of Colleges and Preparatory Schools of the Middle States and Maryland at the Univer- sity of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, Friday and Saturday of last week. B. J. Wefers, the sprinter, has gone home on account of sickness. Father J. Havens Richards has been in New York city the past week. In the interclass foot ball games "98 beat ‘9 last Saturday 8-0, and Wednesday "97 defeated "98 6-4; this places "97 at the head of the class teams. The subject of the first paper to be writ- ten in the course of ethics is “End and Man's Destiny and Moral Char- and will be presented December 16. A few days ago the curator of the Cole- man Museum received a polar bear skin from the Rev. Francis Barnum, 8. J., the Alaskan missioner. Peculiar interest is at- tached to it from the fact that Archbishop Seghers, the founder of the Alaskan mis- sion, was lying upon it at the time of his assassination by a treacherous attendant The chairman of the Law School Debat- ing Society committee on intercollegiate de- bate, R. T. Merrick, reported at the last meeting that he had corresponced with the universities of Virginia and Maryland, and with Columbia of New York, with which latter he expected to soon complete ar- rangements for a series of debates. The Philodemic Society last night elect- ed Maher of Maine, Fox of Ohio, and Cur- ley of Delaware as the contestants in the Merrick medal debate, to be held on the 27th of February. The committee of the faculty appointed to arrange the details of the new course leading to the degree of doctor of civil law have about completed their work, and will soon announce the result. The committee consists of J. Havens Richards, George E. Hamilton and J. J. Darlington. Catholic University. A course in Latin comedy will be begun by Dr. Bolling, commencing immediately after the holidays. Wednesday afternoon a seminar was or- ganized by Mr. Neill for the purpose of ad- vanced study in money and banking, and the monetary system of the United States. The report of the committee on classifi cation and obligation of students was sub- mitted to the senate at its last session and was ordered printed. Tuesday next the feast of the Immaculate Conception will be celebrated. A solemn high mass will be held, and at its conclu- sion the degree of bachelor of socia! science will be conferred on W. T. Jackson, A.B. Examinations in elementary law, under Professor Robinson, will be held the com- ing week. There has been placed on the shelves of the general Mbrary in McMahon hall the collection of 1,000 volumes recently do- nated by Mgr. McMahon. This collection embraces many rare and costly books, and forms a valuable addition to the libra The road race of the cycle club, which was to have taken place last Saturday, was declared off on account of the weather. National University. The first case to be argued in the moot court is on the calendar for tonight. It is the intention of Judge Ralston, on account of the size of the post-graduate class, to entirely dispose of one case at each session of the court. Mr. W. L. Lowe, the retiring president of the post-graduate class, has been obliged to return to his home in Texas, on account of bad health. The mid-term examination of the senior class on the subjects of pleading and evi- ence will be held about the middle of Jan- uary. There has been a_meet!ng of the post- graduate class for the purpose of arrang- ing for che annual Christmas banquet. The president appointed the following commit- tees: Executive, F. S. K. Smith, A. M. Johnson, B. F. Roodhouse; auditing, New- man, Churchill, Randall; banquet, O’Fer- rall, Driggs, Briggs. ‘aia meeting of the Junior class, held Tuesday evening, it was decided that the class would not form a special debating society, but would take an active part in the debates of the University Debating So- clety. Sudge Gcode will shortly commence his lectures on criminal law. He will be fol- lowed by Prof. Schouler, who will lecture on bailments and domestic relations. The annual banquet of the Alumni Asso- ciation will be held at Freund’s Hall Tues- day evening, December 15. E. D. Carusi, secretary of the law de- partment, has resumed his duties after an absence of a month, occasioned »y sickness. There will be a meeting of the senior class Monday evening to arrang» for their annual banquet. The senior class of the medical and den- tal department elected W. 5. Aughinbaugh president, E. B. Wall vice president, T. G. McConnell secretary, B. F. Larcombe treas- urer, J. R. Moore sergeant-at-arms and J. L. Norris class reporter. A committee of three was appointed to revise the constitu- tion. It was decided not to elect the vale- dictorian until after the Chrisumag holi- days. ote Howard University. The following is the program for the sa- cred song service in Miner Mall tomorrow evening at 6:30 o'clock: Song, “Anywhere, My Savior,” full chorus; Scripture reading; anthem, “Savior, Breathe an Evening Riessing,” C. E. choir; invocatéon; anthem, “In Heavenly. Love Abiding,” C. E. choir; address, Prof. Warder; song, “Lead Me. Savior,” full choru instrumental solo, Miss Phyllis Perry; reading, selected; an- them, “Let Him In,” C. E. choir; song, “Ah, My Heart,” full chorus, and conclud- ing with “Gloria Patria.” The Sovial Improvement Club of Miner Hail is arranging for an elaborate sociul and musical entertainment during the Christmas holida: The Theological Literary and Debating Society met Wednesday and debated the question, “Resolved, That there are those who are without sin;” affirmative, Samuel Nance; negative, John H. Dennis. A paper on “The Habits and Customs of West In- dians” was read by J. W. Jatobs, a native of the West Indies. The moot congress (Alpha Phi Socieiy) met Friday evening. The Cuban resolution introduced some time since came up for debate. The committee on finance has a financial measure under consideration, and the ways and means committee are hard xt work on a tariff bill. Both committees will report at the next meeting. Practical work tn the bacteriological lab- oratory, which is one of the best of its kind, and is entirely new, has been com- menced uader the supervision of Prof. Alliger. A practical knowledge of the sub ject is sought to be imparted as well as a theoretical ore. American University. Dr. Samuel L. Bieler, vice chancellor, THE OLD WAY proven time and again, Dyspepsia makes ite appea Is at once advised. ze radically wrong. 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Handsome catalogue free. ‘Spragee has been in Boston on university business, and last Sunday in the First M. E. Church of that city preached the first of a series of university sermons. Work cn the hall of history tarded somewhat by the cold spell. Bishop Hurst, chancelior, w York city this week looking after univer- sity matters, ard while there attended the meeting of the board of education of the Methedist Episcopal Church, which meg last Wednesday. has been re- _— SHE WAS TOO SLOW. A Street Car Episode in Which the Colored Sister Was Ahea From the St. Louis Republic, It was in a Delmar avenue street car go- ing west at 6 p.m. There was the usual crowd of “hangers on"—by which Is meant those who hang on to ‘the straps to pre- serve their equilibrium. As usual many of the hangers on were of the fair sex, street car gallantry among men having gone clear out of style. A fair young creature took pity on a stout old lady, and rising courteously of- fered her her seat,which was accepted with profuse thanks; that is, the offer was, not the seat. Before the old lady could avail herself of the offer, a negress, black as the ace of spades, slipped in front of her and sank down into the seat with a contented grunt. Some of the passengers laughed at her nerve, some expressed their indignation alcud, but the colored lady was not feazed. When the young woman who had relin- quished her seat reminded the usurper that she had given it up to the old lady, the oc- Cupant of it calmly rejoined: “Yo! white folks 1s foolish. Dar ain't none ob dese yer cyar seats preserved. Dey 4s free. Yo’ don’t own no seat in dis cyar. When ah sees a seat ah mos’ generally teks it mahself. Dat’s de way ah does. Cullud folks laicks ter sot down dess same as de white folks.” And she held the seat against all comers, while none of the men were gallant enough to give their seats either to the old stout lady or the young martyr to a charitable impulse. ne ae For After Dinner Speakers, From Truth. It’s all very well not to speak with your mouth fuil, but it's even more important not to speak with your head empty. u Civilized people pity the heathen who throw them- selves under the wheels of the Jug- gemaut Idol, yet many civilized people sacrifice themselves just as needlessly to the Juggernaut of dis- ‘ease. They grow thin and pale and emaciated ; lose appetite and slee; and strength an get no nourish- Z ment ont of their % food. If this goes “on sooner or later disease is going to roll over them and crush the life out of them as surely as any Juggernaut. Yet they do little or nothing to help it. Sometimes they think m ing can be done That's a mistake, Something can and ought to be done. 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