The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 7, 1904, Page 6

THE SAN HE/A NAMZ BY ZILIAN -C PAS CHAL ——— 4 1803, by T. C. McClure.) H beg your par- don,” she gasped, as the car, jerking over new sinuositiess of track perpetrated by subway, threw her bodily like a lus- cious wind fallen the lap of a young man who the day's newspaper. up amusedly as she gath- the from his saving embrate wreck of his Evening he arose hastily. seat,” he said courteously, with h st twinkle ft and the fai » u will find it more rds sounded un- T first confused thought i she hesitated. But one gler he frankly admiring eyes and a serpentine decided er more haste than grace d seat, while her recover her drop- rchief and other scat- arded with smiling her anxious at- € panorama of rain side The problem how she should ong cross-blocks from nt as she was of began to absorb tc y vouchsafed one brilliant, perplexed glance upward at the fel- ssenger, who for her sweet sake was s g himself to the modern nquis ng by a strap till nstant of wireless teleg- ay i her thought, and pas ek, till his fair vis-a-vis, } de up her r not for her own life, for signaled the fluffery of th hands, she when a deep voice an extremely respect- ng the same way Won't you be & no ymbrells Marfa's eldér-sisterly strict propriety \ her mind as she hes was evidently a there was the hat would mention this her very of man nd her new She 7 r little hand on his offered y &s the child she was, h walk he made himself and she, who in from all contaminat- by a careful sister of n, entered into this escapade with all the oung filly just broken o forbidden pastures. et daringly win- g-lashed gray yet so mischievous y agreeable, eyes wonder that staid retary to a highly downtown, mpulsive Irish- and, what was worse, ad ed the brownstone on and he realized see her again in York, he er to let him call, and soon frightened at what she never ess of New o~ / . il \ l}‘“w ‘ | \ ) \ had drawn upon herself. His brown eyes were desperately pleading as he closed the umbrella and stood beside her under the columned shelter of the entrance way. “Oh, please go away,’ him, glancing apprehensively about, and hurriedly fitting her key to the lock, “‘some one, perhaps Sister Maria, might see you.” ‘Not till you she implored tell me when I may B \\\‘\” \\ I \ “i’*“ \\\ ' ) see vou again—I must. Life will never be the same again. Here,” he hastily thrust a card into her hand and held it there I am with Bronson & Co., Canal street Auy one can tell you that I am not an adventurer nor—"" “Very well,” she interrupted in ter- ror, hearing steps inside. Wednesday evening—ask Anoline Dwight.” She opened the door and was gone “Come next for Misd O confronting s Ffrrcan apparifion. Tlr-Bewley stired: opened hits montiz- 70 speak, e — \X fled . \ = ‘ from his eager sight. During the next week Harry Bew- ley’'s days and nights were a ferment of flitting, gray-eyed visions in blue flounces and adorable lace hats. Ano- line! What a beautiful name it was! When Wednesday evening came at last, he made a dart for the door of the office promptly at 6—something he had never done before and which astonished his employer beyond meas- FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL That wealthy gentleman had laid the foundation of his millions by walking to save car fare and added to them by underpaying and overwork- ing all the men in his employ. But to-night his secretary slipped ure. out and away from the usual hour’'s work overtime and hurried to his club, where he spent fifteen hasty min- utes at his dinner and an hour an three-quarters at his toilet. Appareled at last to sult his fas- tidious taste, he sallied forth to Madison-avenue car. Arriving at the house whose fair dweller had haunted his dreams, he rang the bell and wait- ed with his heart thumping so loud under his stiff dress shirt that he won- déred if she could hear it in that sec- ond floor front room she had told him was hers and which he had watched every evening for a week in hope of seeing even her shadow. The door was opened by a trim malid. “Is—is Miss Anoline Dwight at home?” he stammered in his excite- ment, fumbling in his card case. The maid stared and then giggled, but in a moment straightened her de- portment to its usual dignity. “Yes, sir, I guess she’s down stairs,” she remarked; then glancing doubt- fully at the bit of pasteboard, “Shall 1 take this to 'er?” And the giggle threatened to break bounds again. Certainly,” responded Mr. Bewley in his most lofty manner, though he reddened visibly. What the deuce ailed the girl, he wondered. Probably Miss Dwight was at dinner—he hoped he had not come too early. He anxiously consulted his watch. Nine o'clock was not so late—a burst of laughter from below, whither the servant had repaired, startled his embarrassment anew, and the words “Plug hat, too!” floated up to him. When she came back she was at no pains to conceal her mirth. “Jes’ step this way, sir,” she giggled, and he followed her, much perturbed, to the basement. “Gen’le'man to see Miss Dwight,” she announced loudly, opening the kitchen door with a flourish, and abruptly withdrew to a back reom, whence muffled explosions of mirth is- sued at intervals. “Yo' wan’ see me, suh?” A huge black hulk in turban and white apron waddled toward him. “I's Miss An- erline Dwight—de cook ob dis yer ‘stablishment.” On confronting this African appari- tion, Mr. Bewley stared, opened his mouth to speak, then fled. When he emerged, wrathful, wretched, disap- pointed and humiliated, he went back to the club and called himself all the unpleasant names he could think of. He arose the next morning with a lark —or what corresponds to it in this city, the milk wagons—and delighted his employer by being first at the office. Also for several mornings thereafter. But a reward other than official ap- proval—cold comfort though it was— awaited him a few days later, in the form of a dainty blue note sealed with white wax. It was from sister Maria, as follows “My Dear Mr. Bewley: \ “Through a chance remark of one of the servants to-day I was led to ques- tion my sister Nell concerning a hoax she very unjustly played upon you the other evening. “Nell is very young and inexperi- enced, and I have tried to be father and mother both to the orphan child; so I write now to ask your pardon for her impropriety and later rudeness to you. “Your desire for further acquaint- ance, if you still cherish such, may possibly be furthered, if you can find a mutual friend through whom to re- ceive the usual formalities of an In- troduction. “I beg to remain, “Yours very truly, “MARIA L. BROSTER.” Harry groaned in despair as he read. How could he ever hope among the several millions who inhabited the Isi- and of Manhattan to find one who knew Miss Nell Broster. The prover- bial needle in the haystack was an easy search as compared to this. But a tiny penciled word at the bot- tom of the page caught his eye: (Over.) He turned the page and with 1t turned a new and joyful leaf in his lifs, for it held all the sweetness of love's young dream. This is what he read: “P. S.—Sister gave me this to mall. She has probably forgotten to say that I was a roommate at boarding scheol of your Mr. Bronson’s niece and ward Mabel. You go there every Saturday to audit his household accounts, don't you? NELL BROSTER.” “P. 8. No. 2—Mabel has asked me te lunch with her next Saturday. N. B.® - —eeee ® | # THE BLACKSMITH-B> S. X3 Baring-Gould @ —p HE musical composi- tion of Handel, in- spired by the tink, tink, tink of the ham- mer in a neighboring smithy, and the poem - of Longfellow have invested the village blacksmith with an atmosphere of poetry: chestnut tree the village read st ng ds with man is he, large brawny arms are He is regarded as the king of all trades, and the story that accounts for as found in many English , is as follows: On a certain a contest arose among the trudesmen as to which trade was the most ‘mportant of all and as to which tradesman should be esteemed king. The baker said: “I ought to be king, for I feed all.” But the plowman said: “Nay, that should be I, for I plow the land for the corn, and without the corn nc bread can be baked.” Then said the masor I must be king, for I pro- tor baker and plowman, for a But the wagoner ex- aimed: “I should be king, for with- me the corn would not be taken to the mill, ncr would the masof have ma- terial wherewith to build.” A fine set of fellows are you all!” laimed the cobbler. “Unless I shod noue would be able to go about work, but would limp over the y—cripples.” And the huntsman “Uniess 1 shot down the game all corn would be devoured, and the %and would be incapable of main- taining mankind. I should be pro- claimed the king.” blacksmith said nothing, but he extinguished his fire and ceased to ply his bellows esently the baker came to him. “I want a new pell for my oven,” said he. I will not give you one, unless you surrender your claims to me,” said the smith Next came the plowman. “I must have a new share for my plow.” “That is right, but only if you recog- nize me as king will I provide it.” Then came the mason. “My tools need sharpening.” “Well enough,” replied the smith: “gharpened they shall be if you se- knowledge me as king.” After that arrived the wagoner; his his diadem, cccasio: houses The horses needed to be shod. The black- smith consented to shoe them only on condition that he abandoned his pre- tensions. Next arrived thé cobbler. He required clouts for the boots and shoes he made, and he was supplied only on the same conditions. The last to ap- pear was the huntsman. He must have his gunlock repaired, “1 will do it— but surrender your assumption of king- ship to me,” said the smith. And so it came to pass that all tradesmen were forced to acknowledge the blacksmith as king. But the forge has furnished saints. Baldomer of Lyons was one. Viventius, Abbot of St. Just, going into the smithy one day saw Baldomer, teaning on his hammer engaged in prayer, and he en- tered into conversation with him. and found that his knowledge of the Scrip- tures was so great that he induced him to enter his abbey. The gentleness of Baldomer was so great that at meal- times he crumbled bread in his hand and, holding it out of the window, the wild birds came, full of trust, and perched on his fingers. Then he would say: *“Eat, little birds; eat and sing praises to the Lord.” He died about the year 660, But it is St. Eligius who is regarded as the patron of blacksmiths, but with- out much reason, for he was brought up as a goldsmith and worked at en- amels. Clothair II wanted a throne made of precious metal, and as he could find no one else capable of under- taking the task he confided it to Eli- gius, giving him at the same time the metal necessary for making the throne. Eligius found that he had enough wherewith to make two seats. When they were done he gave one to the king, who admired it. and ordered pay- ment to be made to the skiliful work- man. Then Eligius produced the sec- ond throne. The king was so struck with his honesty that he immediately advanced him to be master of thé mint. In art he is erroneously represented as & farrier, with a horse’s leg in his hand, the story going that as he was one day shoeing a horse the animal proved res- tive, so he took the leg off, shod it and put it on again without evil conse- quences. Any one who has been to Hildesheim has seen the treasury of the cathedral. It contains superb work by its Bishop Bernward, who was a notable smith, both in iron'and in pre-- cious metals. He died in 1022, He cast the bronze gates, sixteen feet high, for his cathedral in 1015. They are unsur- passed as specimens of early metal work. In the square before the cathe- dral stands a brazen pillar of his work- manship. It is fourteen feet high and bears a bas-relief of twenty-eight rep- resentations of our Lord's life and pas- sion winding round it in a scroll from the base upward, after the manner of those of Trajan's column. This Bern- ward completed just before his death. Do any readers of the present day know their Scott. In “Kenilworth” the smith, Wayland, is introduced as a character living in the times of Queen Elizabeth. But he belongs to a remote antiquity. He is mentioned in the Anglo-Saxon poem of Beowuulf of the seventh or eighth century. But we have to go to the Icelandic early poetry to learn his story. There was a King of Sweden who had.two sons and a daughter; he heard that a skillful blacksmith lived in a hut at no-great distance, so he went. to it when the smith, whose name was Wayland, was out, broke open. his cupboard and took from it a heavy gold ring. This he gave to his daugh- ter. Then he had Wayland seized, hamstrung, and condemned him to forge swords and ornaments of precious metal for himself. Wayland was filled with resentment and regolved on punishing the King. He worked for some time diligently at his forge, fashioping swords. One day the two Princes came to visit it and look at his work. Wayland seized them, murdered them, cut off their heads and burned their bodies under his bellows. Then he fashioned out of their skulls splendid cups, enchased in gold, which he sent to the King. who, quite unsus- picious of what had become of his sons, drank ale from these cups. Now Way- land’s brother was a notable archer and he killed many eagles, and he gave the plumes to Wayland, who out of them contrived a pair of wings. On a certain day the Princess broke her gold ring and she went to the forge to have it repaired. - Wayland brutally maltreated her, and then getting on his wings flew to the top of a hedge that surrounded the residence, and from there summoned the King and .re- hearsed to him all that he had done and then flew far away. - A long stride thence to the village blacksmith of the present day. The children coming home from schoal look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge and hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly like chaft trom a threshing fior. He goes un Sunday to the church and sits among the boys, He hears the parson pray and preach, he hears his daughter's voice, Singing In tie village choir, and it makes his beart rejoice. What a place for gossip is the black- smith’s forge! It Is in the country what the barber’s shop is in town! Thither congregate all the yokels when he Is hammering, especially "ien he is shoeing a horse. He is a man subject to severe criti- cism, for there exists a vast differ- €. . between farriers. Somé are nota- ble for their skill in shoeing horses, and some stand very low in esteem for that. And a horse seems instinctively to Lnow the skillful farrier from the bungler who will not put on tlhe right fittin shoe, or will drive the nails so as to mangle the hoof. There 1s a ballad of the Dlacksmith known throughout all England, and sung to. a pleasant melody: Here's. health: to_the jolly blacksmith, the best of good fellows, ‘Who works at his anvil, while the boy blows the bellows, ‘Which makes my bright hammer to rise and to all, Here's 1o old Cole, and to young Cole, and to old_Cole of all, Twanky dilio, twanky dillo, A roaring pair of bellows made of the green willo 1t a gentleman calls his horse for to shoe, He makes no denial of one pot or two, For it makes my bright hammer to rise and to fall, Here's to old Cole. and to young Cole, and to old_Cole of all, Twanky dilio, twanky dillo. And he that loves strong beer is a hearty good ellow. Here's health to King Charlie and likewise his queen, And to all the little royal ones where'er ther be seen. Which makes my bright bammer te rise and o fall, Here's to old Col d to young Cole, and to old_Cole of Twanky d twanky dillo, A roaring pair of bel made of the green willow, The bejlows were not made of willow, but “ound with willow rods. ‘The story is told of the German noble fa.nily of Von Schmiedeburg that a smith attached to the service of the Emperor Otho 1I saved !.i. mast. =~ when Otho, to escape being ma.e prisoner by the Greeks, jumped into the sea. The smith threw himself in after his impe- rial maste:, and saved him from drowning by holding him -“ove water by the buckle -of -his belt. For which service the Emperor ennobled him and gave him ad arms a jeweled buckle, - @ THE IRISH OUTLOOHK-B> J. J. Tobin & ¥ 5—g N previous sketches T have shown, the re- markable progress Ireland has made in the ' last twenty years. Her stalwart sons and fair daugh- ters have now no good reason to emigrate on the ground that the ship was sinking. The head of the greatest shipbuilding firm in the world, W. J. Pirtie of Belfast, said a few weeks ago: “Ireland is ripe for commerce, so ripe that I should be very sorry to advise one of her young men to try his chances abroad while such glorious prospects remain at his door- step.” What are the glorious prospects to which the millionaire Pirrie refers? The transformation of the tenant farm- er into a land owner will give an im- petus to agriculture which will find the most adaptable products and the best markets. The man who loafed around the “shebeen.” or public house, because he had nothing else to do will be found with pick or shovel behind the plow or trundling a truck with prospects of pienty of wholesome, solid food and all things necessary for bodily com- fort. Ireland's numerous harbors are no longer a dreary expanse of water where the seagull would starve and the surrounding hills could not re-echo the toot of the steam whistles because there was no toot. Now great trans- Atlantic linérs, leviathans of the deep, snort their way into the whilom slum- bering harbors and quays, and docks are alive with busy workmen. Accord- ing to the latest returns, more than 185,000 farmers, representing more than half a million of the population, are engaged in profitable co-operative en- terprises. Regarding the near future, “How is poor old Ireland and where does she stand?” From a political stand- point she stands in a more favorable position than she did .in 1885, prior g; the introduction of the home rule ill by Gladstone. Now, as then, her more than eighty solid Nationalist votes hold the balance of power be: tween the two great parties, Tory and Liberal, in the British House of Com- mons. In consequence of the seces- sion of many free traders from the Tory ranks the Government would be in a hopeless minority were it not for the Irish vote. Once again in the weltering chaos of British parties the “Irish National party, united. deter- mined and knowing what they want and how to get it, are absolute mas- ters of the situation in Parliament. Therefore if the Government wants to hold its places they must come to terms with .the Irish party. It is trans- parent to the humblest intelligence that Balfour and his Cabinet want to retain their offices while Chamberlain pursues his campaign to victory or de- feat. Until the sponge is thrown up in the fight between free trade and protection the present Ministers are determined to hold on to their jobs. Balfour is paying the game of ‘“Heads I win, tails you lose.” If Chamberlain wins Balfour will chum with him; it he fail the “glassy eye” will be his re- ward. There are three measures which the Irish Nationalists have on their pro- gramme for Parliamentary action: 1. Amelioration of the condition of Irish laborers. 2. Establishment university. 3. Home rule or legislative indepen- dence. Englishmen are now convinced of the truth so often inculcated by Gladstone that Irishmen are the best judges of what legislation is required for the good of their country, and where it is de- manded by more than eighty out of Ire- land’s 103 representatives in the House of Commons English and Scotch mem- bers should not block the way. The land acts, culminating in the Wyndham act creating a peasant -proprietary, while vastly benefiting well-to-do farm- ers, have not appreciably bettered the condition of farming laborers and small tenants, whose families furnished most of the emigrants who crowded the steamers sailing for America. Promises have for many years past been ‘given, both by Tory and Liberal governments, to establish a Catholic university in Ireland which wourd sat- isfy the demands of the Catholics, who constitute three-fourths of the popula- tion. They were made only to be broken. The present Premier, Mr. Bal- four, has declared himself repeatedly in favor of the proposition. Unlike the United States, denominational educa- tion has the sanction and suppert of the British Government in the three kingdoms. Trinity College, Dublin, a Protestant institution, has enjoyed rich revenues from the time of Queen Eliza- beth to the present. The Queen's Uni- versity in Belfast is to all intents and purposes a Presbyterian college. Branches of the same university in Cork and Galway have been dismal failures because under the ban of the Catholic hierarchy on account of their Godless system of training. An Irish Catholic university bill will t with strenuous opposition from the sime ele- ment which fought so bitterly the Lon- don education bill, recently passed by & narrow majority. The Cabinet will of a Catholic be divided upon the question. If the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Mr. Chamberlain, inherits the views of his father he will be unalter- ably opposed to any denominational grants unless the tip is given by the old man that he had better stand in for the sake of the Irish vote. The Secretary of War, Arnold Fee- ter, represents a North of Ireland con- stituency which would harbor ne kind feelings if he supported the bill The third and greatest measure, home rule, is one opposition te which brought about the elevation to pewer of the so-called Union party, & combi- nation of Tories and seceding Liberals, prominent among whom were the Duke of Devonshire and Joseph Chamberlain, late members of the Cabinet. There is, however, a consensus of opinion among all parties that a _arge =xtension of self-government must be granted Ireland. The obnoxious bureaucratic system of government, with headquarters in Dublin Castle, must be routel out and the people given a voice in the adming. istration of national affairs. In a let- ter written a few days ago to Colorel Johu F Finnerty of Chicago, John Redmond, leader of the Irish Parlia- mentary party, sald: “No concessi of any sort on dand, education taxa- tion or anything else, tc us by an/ English party or English Government -1st be allowed to interfere with the orour prosecution of the movement for the frifilli ent of Ireland’s ‘ust as- pirations for freedom. Every victory won in the past has strengthened our hand. To-day Ireland stands facing the future with a confidence and strength she never before possessed. For my part, I honestly believe We can now raise so strong a move- ment as to make it comparatively easy by taking advantage of the divisions in the English parties and the growing union which we all hope to see among classes in Ireland to achieve home rule.” - The danger ahead is when Parlia- ment meets in February. The Govern- ment is in such a wobbly condition in consequence of dissensions among the leaders a dissolution may be precipi- tated without accomplishing anything. It is generally understood that the lately reconstructed Cabinet is only a stop gap affair. The Standard, which is the recog- nized organ of the Tory party, sorrow- fully admits that the party is distract- ed, tossed upon a sea of opposing in- fluences and conflicting opinions. Bal- four is leaving nothing undone to stave off the inevitable dissolution until Chamberlain gets his mandate from the voters to back down or go ahead with his protection scheme. to