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perintendent, impressively, “I sincere- ly trust that no one of you will ever get into that increasing and most rep- rehensible habit of alluding to your father as ‘the old man.’ When you grow up, no matter how big or old you may be, you should always look up to and respect the silver hairs of . your father, who has grown bent and gray working for you in your helpless in- fancy. Now, all of you who think you can do this ,raise your right hand.” Up went every hand but one. Sternly eyeing the delinquent, the superintendent solmenly observed: “Why, my boy, I am horrified—abso- lutely horrified—as well as astonished at your behavior. Don’t you wish to raise your hand and put yourself on record as being willing to respect the gray hairs of your father when you grow up to be a man?” “No. It’s no use tryin’; can’t do it, nohow,” unblushingly answered the youth. “Why not, my lad?” “’Cause, he won’t never have no gray hair. Dad’s bald,” chirped the youthful philosopher, triumphantly, and, amid a general titter, the discom- fited superintendent gave it up and changed the subject. Dickens Up-to-Date. About a year after Mr. Edward Bul- wer Lytton Dickens had been elected to the parliament of New South Wales there was among the members in the assembly a Labor member named Willis. He was an obstructionist, or stonewaller, as they called long-wind- ed orators in the Atnipodes. One night he was talking against time, says Sir Gilbert Parker, in some reminiscences. Although Mr. Dickens had been in the house for a year, he had never spoken. Suddenly he sprang to his feet. 4 “Mr. Speaker,” he said, “I rise to a point of order.” The whole house gasped, and won- dered what was coming. Mr. Dickens didn’t have a point of order. He said: “Mr. Speaker, I am loth to quote my distinguished father in this house, but there is one phrase from ‘David Copperfield’ which is a household word wherever the English language is spoken. It is, ‘Barkis is willin’’ I should like to paraphase that to-night and say, ‘Willis is barkin’’” (From the Chicago Journal, Nov. 6, 1905.) When Commissioner Garfield went to the Chicago packers and asked permission to inspect their books, the condition was made that no informa- tion he might obtain therefrom would be used in court proceedings against them. z Mr. Garfield gave this pledge, it is stated, and the packers allowed him to study their business in all its de- tails from the inside. Now, it is announced, the results of his study have been turned over to the govérnment department of justice to be employed in legal prosecution of the packers. ‘ommissioner Garfield would not e ventured to give the pledge that 1s from Washington. He , not his own word, but the nment’s. It is not his good faith, the government's, that is in ques- OW. ‘he Journal has no concern for the pa Ss. except as they are citizens of Chicago. If it can be proved that they are guilty of engaging in a con- in restraint of trade, they to be punished. But their guilt, if they are guilty, must be fairly proved. They must be z 1 square deal. . ince the government has elevated sion to such a height as to over- look the nest of defiant criminal trusts ew Jersey, almost within the shadow of the capitol dome, in order to fasten itself a’ thousand miles away upon Chicago, the government and the President canne@t be too careful to avoid suspicion that they are more anxious to prosecute western offend- ers than offenders in the east. Some of the methods already em- ved in this case have not been par- arly distinguished for decency. When the government breaks into a ian’s house and steals his private pa- when it drags the wives of pack- ing-house employes into court and puts them under heavy bonds, it is hardly dignified, not to say honorable, nor even respectable. in A Good Note. Before he was raised to the peerage, Lord Kelvin was one day discovered by a friend experimenting with a long coil of wire. He was making deep-sea soundings. His friend immediately me interested in watching the scientist at work, says a biog- or, and asked: “What is that for?” “Oh,” answered Lord Kelvin, this is ing soundings.” f said the other, with the evi- cent intention of cracking a joke at the scientist’s expense, “what sort of a note does it give off?” “The deep C, of course,” answered Lord Kelvin, promptly. Pies Mother Made. | Mrs. Newlywed—Well, Henry, how do you like my pies? Mr. Newlywed—My dear, they are just like the pies that my father used to say were not like his mother used to make. Didn’t Know the Game. i Edith—Papa is immensely pleased to hear you are a poet. Ferdy—Is he? Edith—Oh, very—the last of my lov- ers he tried to lick “was a football player. —-B |FALSELY<~< CONDEMNED ot Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. CHAPTER XII.—(Continued). ‘Then Guy—I mean Mr.—” “No, no; please call me by my Chris- tian name,” he interrupted, quickly. “Then, Guy,” she repeated, in an earnest vaice, “you and I will try to smooth down whatever barrier is sep- arating them.” “That can't be done. If it could be, heaven only knows how willingly I would do it.” A pause followed. If ever a man spoke emphatically and conclusively, Guy had just done so. Hilda realized it, and knew too well that it supported her belief that a dark, mysterious agency had wrought cruel havoc with Reggie’s happiness as well as with her‘husband’s. Suddenly the craving to tell this man, in whose goodness and secrecy she thoroughly relied, the terrors of her position overwhelmed her. “Guy! Iam so terribly unhappy! So frightened about the future!” Almost without her consent her lips had framed the words. But the effect of those words on the man to whom she addressed them staggered her. He grew livid, and the angry look on his face was terrible to see. “What has he told you?” tion was jerked out. “My husband, do you mean?” Hilda spoke in a low voice. In all things she must be true to the man whose name she bore. “Yes,” said Guy. “He has told me nothing,” she an- swered. “Tm glad of it! Had he laid the bur- den of the secret on you, I would have— But I won’t finish the sen- tence.” “The burden of the most unhappy secret would never make me so utter- ly miserable as the terrors of indefin- able fears are now doing.” “Believe me it would! In mercy to yourself, in mercy to us all who value your happiness, be content to remain in ignorance of that secret.” “It is mental torture to stay at my husband’s side wondering and wonder- ing what is troubling him. For pity’s sake tell me all you know, Guy.” Now her hands had clasper his arm, now her face was raised most imploringly to his. Eyes feasting on her loveliness gazed down at her, and strong hands grasped hers as they rested on his arm. The sweetness of the moment to him! And the bitterness! His mind reeled under the intoxicating influ- ence of her clinging hands. He was very human. He leaned down and kissed the face that once he had hoped would always be at his side! “Guy! You ought not!” she cried, with flashing eyes, stepping back from him. “Forgive me ,for I love you still and shall never cease to love you.” “You cannot love me truly. If you had, you would not have added an- other cause for misery to my over- whelming unhappiness. My husband, the being dearest on- the whole earth to me, is laboring under some terrible hallucination; his mind is becoming unhinged. If anything happens to him it will kill me. You are in the secret; you know to what his mental darkness is due; you know all! Help me; for mercy’s sake help me to rethove this: horror from his mind. I almost be-| lieve‘—here her voice fell to a whis- per—‘“that he fears being murdered.” “That may easily be so. The two local tragedies have upset his mind, probably.” Several feet separated them now. Guy’s manner was frigid, his face firm and determined. Yet the sweetness of that kiss lingered on his lips. He was glad,he had come, glad that for a mo- ment his fortitude had broken down, ‘glad that her sweet little hands had rested on his arm, glad of everythmg— for the sake of that kiss! “{ wish to heaven I could be of some practical help to you, Hilda,” he said, speaking quite calmly. “But I only see my way to making your troubles greater by telling you one or two little” —his lips stumbled over the word “lit- tle’—“things that I know.” ‘Will you not tell me, then?” “No; I cannot tell you! It is so much better not to know. In a very little while all these troubles will be left behind, and you will be; happy again with—” “With George,” she added, finishing the sentence for him as a look of-hap- piness stole into her face. “Yes.” “Oh, I wish I felt sure that Audrey and Reggie would be happy, too.” “They should be, if I couid manage it.” “And you cannot?” “It is not possible, I fear.” Another short pause; then Guy ex- tended his hand. “Good-bye,” he said, huskily. “Good-bye,” she answered.” “It was so kind of you to come.” Neither spoke again. Guy strode out of the room and gently closed the door after him. < “Thank heayen the interview ended as it did,” he thought, as he drove away. “But I believe that I am fool enough to wish to live it over again. No wonder that fiend, Ellingham, is afraid of being murdered. He deserves to be. But she loves him, and she The ques- does not care a bit for me, and never has!” . CHAPTER XIil. “How is my ankle progressing, Dr. Bennett?” Sir George asked the ques- tion in the voice of a peevish invalid who chafes at enforced inactivity. 3 “Not. so well as it ought, which does not surprise me, considering how very restless you are,” answered the doe- tor. “Extreme stillness is essential to a speedy recovery in the case of an in- jury of this type. Of course, the shc2k to your nervous system, which accom- panied the accident, has been against: you. But you ought to have got over that by now. Let me tell you it is necessary you should fight against your objection to inactivity and try to accept your position in a philosophical spirit.” * “Your advice is distinctly wise, I have no doubt, but not easy to act up to.” “Let me see,” continued the doctor, thoughtfulyl, “is it not seven days since the accident happened?” “Yes, seven,” agreed Hilda. “More progress ought to have been made, and would have been made had you kept still, Sir George,” said Dr. Bennett, rising. He felt annoyed with his patient, and resented the non-success that had at- tended his advice. “Lady Ellingham, could you use your influence with Sir George and induce him to cultivate a happier frame of mind?” he said to Hilda a few minutes later, when they were alone in the dining room. “His mental condition causes me more anxiety than his sprained ankle. “T am doing my best,” she answered. It was hopelessly said. Days and nights of weary nursing, during which fear for others and fear for herself was never absent from her mind, were undermining her self-confidence. “You ought to telegraph for two trained nurses at once,” said Dr. Ben- nett. “I thoroughly disapprove © of your doing all the nursing, as it is undermining your own health.” “It will be only for a few weeks longer,” she replied, cheerfully.) “I shall soon recover from the effects of the over fatigue.” x Dr, Bennett made no immediate re- ply. Intently he was now scrutiniz- ing the careworn face of his patient's wife. “T wish you would tell me your own opinion of Sir George’s mental state,” he said, pointedly. “He igs worried and harrassed by this enforced inactivity and isolation,” an- swered Hilda. “But does he not see any one else besides yourself?” “No; he is nervous.” “Nervous?” repeated the doctor, with a problem-solving expression. “Oh, but it will pass away,” hastily explained Hilda. “IT hope it may. Meanwhile I shall call in again this evening, to see how he is going on. Good-bye!” Grateful indeed was Hilda to know that the interview was over, and grate- ful to be liberated to hurry back to her husband’s side. She knew that the doctor’s fears were well grounded, and that the patient’s menial state was many degrees worse than his physical. “I must take that loaded revolver from under his pillow,” she said to herself, as she opened the door of the sick room. But now, even as she was entering it, his hand stole towards the revolver and clasped it. She did not doubt that his finger was on the trigger, did not ‘doubt that an incautious word or ac- tion would precipitate his death or hers. ‘a The moment had come when human forbearance could no longer endure the solitude and silence of this dark- ened room, added to the terrible knowl- edge that the mind-haunted sick man lay with the loaded revolver within easy reach of his hand. And he was getting worse, rapidly worse! Hilda knew it well! More feverishly excitable his eyes were hourly growing, and more painfully quick and sharp his movements. She must acé immediately and with con- summate care. Almost criminal on her part would be a moment’s delay, for it was tempting providence to allow him to retain this dangerous weapon. At all peril ,at all personal risk, she must try to avert a tragedy. A trag- edy would bring dishonor to their child. Yes, the moment had come when for his dear little sake she must act with a man’s fortitude. She must command her trembling limbs, she must compel her voice to retain its usual tone, she must be superlatively composed and to all appearance’ the gentle, loving wife. Yet behind that gentleness and lovingness there must be the courageous will of a determined man. If she hesitated, if she quailed, all would be lost. She sat down at the bedside and placed her hand caressingly on his head. Many, many times she had done | this before, and always like magic had the look in the patient’s face changed; tly the haunted expression had This terrible possibility rushed into her mind to remain unanswered, for to answer it was to increase tenfold her dread of the work that lay before her. “George, let your hands rest in mine, darling,” she said, eoaxingly. Intuitively he did as she asked, the “sweetness of her voice carrying with it a soothing influence that brought im- mediate obedience. Now her left hand was clasping both his. But a child’s strength alone was hers, and she knew that his was the strength of a strong man. Physical power over him she had none. By tact, adroitness and womanly gentle- ness she could alone gain her end. Her right hand was on his pillow, and very, very gently that hand was moving toward the spot where the re- volver was hidden. Only a few inches more, only— “Hilda! Your hand! What is it do- ing there? Why—” For a second her child’s strength became that of a desperate man’s. Her left hand clung to both of his with vice-like tenacity, while with lightning- like swiftness her right hand seized the revolver. Now she was springing back, hold- ing the weapon as far.as possible out of his reach. Another second and it would be safely removed from his keeping; another second and _ she would have won—saved her husband from sin and conquered. But with a darting movement his right hand had seized her, was holding her prisoner, holding her with fiendish strength and drawing her nearer and nearer to him. Now he had grasped her left hand. She was almost hope- less] yin his power. But the wild eyes of the excited man were not on her. They were riveted on her outstretched right hand which held the revoiver. Planting her feet against the bed- post she tried madly to counteract the greatness of his strength. Regain the revolver he must not, but how prevent it? Throw it away? No; it was load- ed and at full cock. To risk inadvert- ently shooting her husband did not come within the compass of her terri- ble despair. Appalling indeed were the ravages that the horrors of the mo- ment were making in his face. De- moniacal was the determination writ- ten on those thin, white, cruel lips! But he was winning—winning! His strength was increasing, hers decreas- ing. He was dragging her nearer to him and nearer still. The awful risk of his regaining the- pistol must not be run another second. “Help! help!” she shouted, with all her strength. But no one heard. Too well had her commands been at- tended to. No one was near to break} the silence of the house. Every door between the sick room and the sery- ants’ quarters: was closed. “Help! help! help!” This time the words were shrieked- Again no one came. Again no one heard. Nearer and nearer those burning hands were drawing her towards him. Now he was raising himself, now he was springing forward, regardless of the pain which accompanied every movement, Oh, must she run the terrible risk of throwing the loaded revolver away? Yes! to flinch from that risk was mad- ness.. She glanced round. Where should she throw it? ‘nere, on the sofa? Yes! Now it was speeding’ through the air. A thud! a click! a report! followed by a shriek and a groan.- Simultane- ously Sir George’s hands relaxed their hold of Hilda and he fell back on his pillow. He was harmless now. Already the sheets were being stain- ed by blood. (To Be Continued.) JAILS AND LIBRARIES. One Particular in Which Boston Is Foremost Among American Cities. If reading is a preventive of crimin- ali as some persons declare, some American cities are slow about put- ting this remedy for crime into effec- tive operation. NewYork city, for in- stance, has $8,500,000 invested in jails and correctional institutions, and $6,-\ 000,000 in libraries. H Philadelphia has $2,150,000 in jails and $360,000 in libraries. Cleveland has $350,000 in jails and $325,000 in libraries. These are the notable exceptions: Boston has $2,600,000 invested in jails and $5,200,000 in libraries, Chicago has $1,000,000 in jails and $2,500,000 in li- praries. St. Louis has an almost equal amount—$850,000—invested in each. Pittsburg and Milwaukee have more than a million each in libraries and Pittsburg stands fourth in this partic ular, exceeded only by Boston, Chicago and New York. 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