The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 21, 1904, Page 6

A FORE-O SR doorway the ad. She oon Miss 1 and held her close Miss Rebec- Chil I do Jessica, ; but she drew ar m; it is you 1 ten acres is that cannot be There is noth now. I to me th a visits the nass of end vas stiil its broad a her That the r that went in signed with the bay- arvin.” old home shorn of te rn mai dull in the orists, and the instant atten- ed a letter “Read that, Is t} irect fro MARVIN, a, Mi - letter down “Might be Rink 7" apt to he next forty- g funeral can furnish the mes: e went the houschold at le blooms. Letter aranteed PPLIER BROS.” ss Rebecca was bewildered at the very idea of money to be gained from the profusion that rioted in hedge and arbor and over the waste of un- kept gardens; but Jessica rallied the ile negroes and worked all night un- til the dawn, when Uncle Reuben érove dowr a wagon- the letter that y certainty, and busy d for Jessica. More 1 d & little office con- e old weighin served ow Rebecca willingly let go ins of Bois d’Arc into Jessica's Once more Aunt Ailsa re- d in & well filled pantry, and, bit by bit, the old order was restored, ex- ting always the tall, soldierly fig- e that had moved out from among wm forever. November had come and a soft haze the sunny fields and a tang lurked in the breeze. Jessica n the hammock under the pines, loosened 1 blown back in a 1ddy haio and the bars of sunlight smooth live . of her 11 with goiden light as nd forth—a picture eld the introder it until the his feet That he was very good to look at was nt at the first glance. The ath- etic figure, keen, dark eyes and smil- ing mouth, made James Repplier an Interesting study to the mind feminine. (Copyright, 1904, by Ri HE erstate Lim- ited had rumbled along for the last hour and a half brown, level v hope- omogeneity of oy and was only casicnally relleved by ¢ aps of de- jected d no le honeless cotton- whistle tooted a grinding of set owed down and e a bare little sta- ent': ds even board station. He his heart sank. begide bim s ed to him tive of a civ tion that when the | d pulled t hi nt ever. s which ¥ or two week of m m he way He hait led wag aid h N DAY - tails over the lines and run- ning like mad. cious and Tancred was in no mood to talk. Frankly, he wished the thing was over and that he was starting back East. ; He fell to wondering what sort of & girl this nilece of Tapley's was like. Probably she was old and more or less of a barbarian; or perhaps she was the sort who would say, h, ain't that iovely!” when, he told her his late cli- ent, the Hon: Peter Chisholm, had left her a fortunc that had been the envy of manv scheming women in the cycle of the unmarried Peter's acquaintance. Jock.here beside~him could probably en- lighten him as to Miss Parsons, but it was scarcely worth while. She was gome quite finnossible person, no doubt. He h ed Jock a cigar and put the whol¢ thing from his mind. It was gray twilight when they drove up to the ranch house at the 4X. Tan- cred alighted and was warmly wel- comed by Tapley. “I don’t care a snap of my fingers what business it is that has brought vou,! he said to Tancred. “You're to stay ‘just as long as you can stand it with us, and a little longer, {f you have any charity for isolated old chaps lilke myself,” he added hospitably. “A man in touch with things in the East i snd here, sir..Supper will be v, and meanwhiie Gertrude rou some tea. Pardon me a and I'll hunt her up.” had entered evidently vary. Books lined the nome The served a walls: tempting comfort, skin rugs covered the polished fioor. It was quiet and in excellent taste. Tancred's misgivings about the lady were somewhat mitigated. At that moment Tapley returned. Mr. Tancred,” he said, “‘permit me to present the lady whose business brought you here—my niece, Miss Par- bowell and murmured his somewhat incoherently, for had tied his tongue. Had he her on Broadway he would have d at her more than once, but find- h a girli at Yellow Filat fairly . his breath. “Won't yvou let me take away the Tanered 8S That 1 were a man?” she broke in nervously; then, looking at the ¢ that he handed her, “Mr. Repphier? and a little later Repplier found him- & in the dim, ild parlor receiv the gentle welcome of Mi Rebe: He was car away with Bois d'Arc ard-its vague air of a S time that dimly expressed the 1 position that had been hi If-made, from the da waithood, when the two Lo - ih had time for 1 ys had current of th been an uphill fight, struggled Chicago st with little s, it the softer things of life. and here, stately where the sunlight fi tered gh the small-paned wi dows to fall on faces of dead and gone Marvins, the quaint wainscotted din- ing-room, with its time-stained trea ures; the white table, with its glitter of silver and glass: the sweetness of flowers and the two gentlewomen, different from all the women that he had encountered in the rush of the city. He decided, there and then, to ling 2s long as he decently could, answer- ing abstractedly to the running fire of bright nonsense that Jessica kept up. He felt that somehow he had always known that soft voice and rippiing laugh At last she ventured: “You expected to consult with "Mr. Marvin' as to the business for the coming season Repplier pulled himself together and came ont of the clouds. He had for- gotten his errand. “Yes, 1 had a proposition to make our firm. You have been our urce of supply for several . and we have decided to offer interest, if you will agree to under our supervisi>n.” ica drew a long breath. Itepplier went to his room that night in a state of mind that baitles deserip- t1on, and 1 y for hours gazing out into night. the plantation bell sent its s far out in the misty grayness, Alas! ihe fields of Bois d’Arc hac passed to alien hands, but the old bell still swung and lifted its voice, as it had done when, in answer to its call, the dusky file went forih from the gates to tof! for master of Bois d’Arc. Somewhere, away off a chorus of hounds responded, and fields began to 1l the cotton pickers. Jes was seated behind the urn as he sat down to Aunt Ailsa's hot waffles and (ried chicken. As he watched the sun-browned hands among the e cups the visions of the night came back, full force. Repplier had no excuse for prolong- his stay, but before Jessica drove him down to Aldana he managed to ex- tract an invitation for the holidays from Miss Rebecca. Repplier had touched her strangely with his half- wistful remark: ‘Christmas is an empty word to me—I have never had a home.” Christmas eve, 2s Jessica came across the yard from the office, Repplier met her with such honest gladness in face and voice that she forgot her scruples and welcomed him as gladly. A long, happy week, for Jessica, her guard once down, threw herself in#o the spirit of the hour. Repplier found his crumpled roseleaf, however, in the person of Charlle Carrington, who was Jessica's shadow. “Too confoundly cousinly,” thought Repplier, as the swift day flew. Ie had never cared for dancing. but it was dull work to stand in the shadow while Jessica circled the room in Charlie’s arms. But at last the round of dances and merrymaking drew to a close. Repplier grew desper- ate; there was only one day left to him. If Miss Rebecca had earned his gratitude before, she now had his un- dying affection in the hour when she pressed Charlie into service to drive her to the next plantation. It was one of those dreary, mid-win- ter afternoons, and the open fire flick- ered cheerily. Jessica commenced a furious onslaught with the poker. “Poking a fire is a positive stimulant on a day like this.” “Is 1t? Let me ftry it.” He took the poker and knelt with her on the broad hearth. A merry war of words, e e B s e d LS e bt - RDAINED PARTNERSHIP | By C. R. Greenly *— i | and then a silence that neither of ————————————————4 them dared to break. Jessica gazed , .. deep into the h t of the fire, but De but is this Bois pepplier es were on the dark Marvin plantation? k. curls—he could not see her face. As s Bois d’Arc. I am the he dropped the poker she stretched out her hand—to find it caught and “You L. Marvin?" Reppler held—"Jessica!” It was just a whis- ed Dblankiy But we had sup- per; ¥ h color went over her hand fluttered within strong xrasp that held it prisoner, he went on. “I know it is too soon: but I cannot go and leave my story untold You know that I have loved you from the moment that I first saw you. I believe that I have loved you from the moment that I first saw you. 1 believe that I have loved you always. Above and bevond all law of caste, all difr e of North and South, some- somehow, u have belonged ind I want vn." the g pattered v then the as Charlie and Miss . through the big gate. The brown head drooped lower, and the hand in his no longer struggled to escape. Quick to gr his vantage ound he drew the slight figure to m. Tor just the briefest time his ips sought hers: then flushed and shy. Jessica retreated to the cther end of the rug, as Miss Rebecca, standing Jock was not so loqua- * offered their - LT M,: i T = BRECEDING TRAIZY WIT/ A FEELING 7237 HE /13D BEEN, AR OONED -~ bad taste of your ride with some tea?” she asked solicitoifsly. “Tancred acquiesced heartily and seat- ed himself near the dainty tea table where she was busying herself. “Twenty-two,” he told himseif men- tally, “and the finest eyes in America.” In that, half hour at the tea table Tancred fell in love; and having fallen in love, the object of his coming here intruded {tself like a black cloud in the fair sky of his happiness. This girl was an heiress; it was this he had come to tell her. And Tancred, albeit a sturdy young lawver, was by no means wealthy. He suddenly resolved to let the fortune remain in the back- ground for a week at least. He would be unreservedly happy for that time, and then—“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” he told himself. “Cousin Peter couldn't have left me much,” said Miss Parsons. “No,” said Tancred, carrying oyt his resolution. “I'll go over the papers Yl.relully and in a week’s time I think can teil you the exact amount.” A week went by—two weeks—a month. _Still the exact amount of Cousin Peter’s legacy was not vouch- safed to Miss Parsons. She seemed to have found a richer legacy in her rides with Tancred across the brown plains and her talks with him before the library fire. Uncle Tapley looked on with happy approval. “They're thoroughbreds—a fine palr,” he told himself often and with much satisfaction. It was at the end of the sixth week of his stay at the 4X ranch that Tan- cred, after a night of sleepless agony, resolved to terminate the pangs of con- sclence, which were beginning to t-ou- ble him seriously. They had ridden that morning to . group of wells on the northern border of the ranch. The alf was crisp and clear and Miss Parsons, with eyes sparkiing and cheeks aglow' from the ride, was doubly charming. Tangred’s mind reverted to that aft- erncon when he had -topped!_on the v tation. platform of the Yellow Flat s at “ felt as if I were marooned,” he told himself, “and I was maroonedjln para= dise.” He squared his to the girl. & “I'm going back to-morrow,” he sald with quiet force. “To-morrow?" The consternation ia her volce set his heart thumping, but he went on calmly. “Yes, to-mbrrow. You and I are very far apart.” His voice had a note of sadness. “Are we very far apart?” she sald, looking away. “Three hundred thousan shoulders and turned d dollara™ he said. x I don’t think I understand you,' e she said regarding him with wonder~ ing eyes. - “Cousin Peter is responsible,” he observed. “Oh she gasped. “Was it ol tha “Yes,” he sald. “You understand, of course, why I go?” She was silent. Her face was turned from him again. Presently he caught the sound of a sob “Miss Parsons—Gertrud he cried, and—such are resolutions—he put his arm about her. “Tll—I'll give it away,” she sai@ sobbing unrestrainedly on his shoule der. And because of this, brown, bare Yellow Flat became the Garden of Pden—to Tancred, at least, HER MANAGEMENT By Euphemia Holden Copyright, 1904, by H. Holden. HE shaded light from the library lamp fell on her hair, Bringing out its golden glints, which refreshed tired eyes. He had an hour for Tre- creation before going uptown to edit the morning edition of & big daily paper. A few years ago she had been his chum’s jolly little sister. Lately he had discovered she was a Wwoman whose smile was more to him than clubs, theaters or books. “The same old question,” he burst out, almost in earnest; “you want me to dine with a mob of your friends. Ten dollars’ worth of agony for me to 10 cents’ gratification for you.” She raised her round chin. “T like men who don’t count costs,” she sniffed. & “Spoiled and wunreasonable,” he mut- d. le':‘e! should say so,” she replied, with a slight 1ift of her shoulders, “a girl with an older brother and seven un- married uncles and aunts is so apt to be—especially when each one is more critical than the next wherever you n or end.” bt?BuL you forget Howells and the others. He's certainly done a lon's share.”™ “If you mean a man spoils a girl by showing her consideration, atten- tion, perfect manners,” she began “Are you going to marry him for his manners or his money?” he inter- rupted. “T haven't decided,” with sudden chilliness. she returned T in the open door, read the end of the “You're engaged to him, thenT™ he chapter. asked suddenly. — r——————————————————————+ —— - + - The Romance of Land Movements | — . R e - ] HE recent disasters i e Wi | hundred years at least, ‘and probably Indies ha\'esa:\:tx:rn‘l‘lylhixz‘(te:é | By Dl‘- Andrew ilson ‘ for a far longer period, thel.-)lcou;hor Wwidespread Interest among geolo- | Author of ““Seience Stories,” ete. | Sreenland e The proofs of this siets as well as among the gen- . = % submergence have been found In the eral public. Scientifically speak- ing, both volcanoes and earthquakes rank themselves as part of a series of phenomena to which the term “move- ments of the earth’s crust” may be ap- piied; for it is an undoubted fact that both acticns are intimately assoclated with disturbances of that portion of the earth which we are accustomed to m the habitable globe. Naturally also earthquakes and volcanoes are closely related for the reason that both take their origin from the internal heat of the earth, which, of course, is a rem- nant of the universal heat in which our planet was born. There remains, however, a certain series of phenomena to which the term slow movements of the earth’s crust may be applied. These are sufficiently interesting to warrant a brief description of certain of the more prominent examples of such actions. Slow Changes of the Earth's Surface. If their occurrence may be described as of much less cbstrusive nature than is the earthquake or the volcano, their reality is nevertheless quite as strongly marked. Practically the real difference between the earthquake and the slow movements of the earth’s crust is one not of kind, but simply degree. An earthquake, in other words, will effect in & moment changes of the carth's crust which may require very lengthened periods of time on the part of the slow movements to bring about, Nevertheless, it is obvious that the three phenomena themselves all indi- cate to the geological mind the great fact that the apparently stable crust of the earth is really in a condition of more or less constant alteration and change. In some localities subsidence is the prevailing feature, while in others elevation of the strata is noted {o take place. One very important pre- {lminary consideration may here be noted. Where man's observation has long enough existed to convince him of apparent, alteration in the relative levels of land and sea, a question might arise regarding the exact seat of the phencmena he has noted. Popularly speaking, it would appear at first sight very mauch more reasonable to assert that either a retirement or an invasion of the sea would aocount for the altera- tion perceived say on coast lands. A little reflection, however, will convince us that the ocean may be considered in the main to be a non-altering quantity. A simple consideration will easily con- vince us of the truth of this remark. The sea practically remains on the same level. Therefore when an altera- tion is found to take place on a sea coast, unless we are prepared to prove that on the opposite shore a similar alteration has taken place, and to the same extent, we must set the burden of the change on the shoulders of the land and not on those of the ocean. Suppose, for example, what represents an actual event, .namely, the case of submerged forests, common enough round many of our own_coasts, and also on those of other countries. Hore, extending below low water mark, we find=the stumps of trees. It is obvious that these must have grown on what was once dry land. If we assume that the forest was in reality submerged by the ocean, this ‘would necessitate our supposing that a rise of it may be twenty or thirty feet of sea took place, this rise implving not merely a tidal wave, but a permanent alteration in the sea level. Sunpose that such an event took place say on the north coast of the English Channel, then if the alteration were due to the sea’s rise we ought to be able to show that a similar rise had taken place on the French side, seeing that water must always maintain its own level. The Earth Changes—Not the Sea. Apart from the impossibility ot thus accounting for change in the apparent level of land and sea, we have to reck- on the immense additional body of water which would be required to ef- fect the change in question. There is not a shadow of evidence to lead us to suppose that any such material change in the bulk of our oceans Is at all pos- sible. Therefore we are left with the reasonable theory that the change rep- resented in the submerged forest has been due to a partial and local sub- sidence of a part of the coast, carrying the old forest gradually below the sur- face of the waves, an action continued slowly and without much disturbance of the trunks of the trees themselves. Assuming that the land is the seat of these slow movements Sea, we may proceed now tain’ interesting examples s8¢ tions. Curiously énough we find Cel- sius, the great Swedish naturalist, giv- ing his opinion at the beginning of the eighteenth century that the Baltic Ocean and North Sea together were gradualiy subsiding. He further insist- ed that as far as regards Sweden the e of the depression of the sea amounted to about forty inches in 100 vears. Referring to proofs in support of his contention, he added that rocks on the shores of the Baltic once exist- ing in the state of sunken reefs and dangerous to navigators had gradually appeared above the surface of the sea. Also it was known that certain towns which in former years had been sea- ports were now found inland, islands also have been joined tq the main land and fishing grounds rendered in this way useless. J No doubt the remarks/of Celsius were correct as - regards details, only he erred in erediting the sea as the seat of the changes in question. If to-day we consult a map on which the coasts said to be rising and sinking in the world are figured forth, we discover that while the western coast of Nor- way and also the Swedish coast in the Guif of Bothnia may be said to exhibit evidences of the rising mentioned by this author, the most southerly part of Sweden is actually proved to be at the present time subsiding. It therefore must be clear that the changes in question must be credited to the land and not to the sea, seeing that in coasts bordered by the same body of water we have the double movement represented. We find an ex- ample of a coast that has been elevated in the case of Chile, this elevation fol- lowing rapidly on earthquake action itself. The southern coest of Epgland, as well as that of Ireland, and the north coast of France are in a state of depression. Tracing the North African coast, for example, we find evidence of rising extending from Gibralitar to Tripoli, but from the latter point on- ward to the Red Sea we have evidence of sinking. The south coast of Green- land is also an area which is marked by depression. The Seesaw of Contincnts. ¢ Of this lattér phenomena we find sev-, eral interesting proofs. Danish investi- gators many years ago showed clearly that part of the west coast of Green~ land, extending for a length of six hun- grads sinking. e evidence, in- deed, points to the fact that for four fact that old buildings constructed on low islands have been submerged and the Greenlanders take care to build their huts some distance from the coast line. Another interesting proof of this subsidence in Greenland is af- forded by the fact that some of the carlier Morsvian missionaries fixed strong poles in the sea beach close to the doors of their huts for the purpose of mooring their boats. To-day these poles are seen practically to hold their places, but are far out at sea, the land meanwhile having sunk and the sea flowed in upon it. The Italian coast, however, probably furnishes us with more numerous and more distinct examples of these slow movements of land within a compara- tively limited area than possibly any other part of the earth’s surface. There, as indeed are also found elsewhere in the world, marks of sea action on cliffs are met with high above the present level of the sea. Also there are found in such situations the burrows in the rccks made by shell fish whose natural habit it is to bore into stone and to live in the burrows thus made. There is a very interesting case of elevation of the earth’s crust found in the Ponza Islands, situated off the coast of Italy. The Alteration in a Century. It appears that the largest island of this group is known as Palmarola. This latter area of land is well nigh spiit in two by the hollow which exists in a semi-circular form, sloping to the beach and open to the west side. The lowest part of this hollow contains many large stones and bowlders. These are seen to be marked with the re- mains of Serpulae tubes, these last be- ing the limy tubes made by certain sea worms for the purpose of protect- ing their bedies. They are familiar to every person who has paid any atten- tion whatever to the animal life of the sea side. In 1786 Dolomiecn visited the Ponza Islands. He describes Palmarola as being then divided into two parts by a narrow canal or space of sea, which he states was of the dimensions such as would allow a barge to pass through it. This writer also construct- ed a map of these islands. He shows the canal clearly enough. It lies in the position of the semi-circular de- pression already alluded to, this de- pression, as we have seen, being part of the island itself and now above high water mark. It is perfectly clear, then, that slow elevation of have taken place “What right have you te askr™ The lines on his face dropped. “None,” he replied humbly. “Well, I'm not!” she retorted, mere than appeased with his humility. After a pause he spoke softly. “My mother always said I'd be very, easy to manage.” “But you know she spoiled you. You were her only boy. Personally, I wouldn't try it If you were the last man on earth.” She was almost sorry when she saw his mouth tighten and the fine nervous lines of his mouth grow deeper. “That's a blow,” he said with dry lips. * you told me once that I had nev ed you." “In ice—no. “Only in little things, then?" “They're what count with a woman.” “That's not reasonable. I'm abrupt —disagreeable at s, 1 guess—but you know quite we! is only man- ner.” She gazed into the light without re- plying. His eyes were on the rug pat- tern again. “1 have always thought,” he began, after a minute, “that marriage is a partnership of equals, the capital stock personal liberty, and, of course, love and respect. Then, if the wife wanted to do one thing and the hus- band another, they'd either go it alone with perfect pleasantness or compare notes. Whoeve howed the best case would wi e day. “For instance,” the interest in her face warmed him to his theory, “if you and I were married”"—her face ot that changed to roguish disgust—"and you want d to go to a dinner and I wanted at home, you'd give your rea- sons, I mine. If you wished to' go more than I wished to stay, we'd go. Isn’t that fair?” “No, no, no,” she crfed, excitedly. “Who'd be the judge? You, of couree. I'd be as bad a hermit as you in = littlée while. I'd rather give In tham have friction.” “I'm not frictional,” he pleaded. “You can’t or won't understand me. Besides, if you don't take me and edit me. “You told me you never touched o= jected manuscript. Why should I He laughed, though the shaft found a tender spot. After another interval of silence he began to speak In a oue rious, controlled tone. “I can’t realize my dream !s dome, I hadn’t any right to it, of course, bu just the same I've thought of a ttme when you would care enough to marry me. I wanted a little house, not very large or wonderful it wouldn’t need to be, if you were there—think of hawe ing one’s own brand of sunshins? What a fool I've been! You couldm't care for a man older. unpolished, h's enthusiasm and freshness gone. I supp some fellot%r will be ‘ueky enough to sit opposite to your smile.” “I hope so,” she said quietly. *I don’t care to be an old maid.” “You won't be. I wonder who—aet Howells—he's not clever enough. It's rather a wonder you have stuck it out so long. You're unusually fascinat- ing. Did I ever tell you that?” “You never told me anything niee,™ she said pettishly. “But you knew that for me you were the prettiest, sweetest woman in the world. And I believed In ypur talent. Why, if you'd been willing te marry me we'i{ have made you a famous artist. #You won't find many men who hold the theory of a woman’s right to individuality.” “‘Oh, theories!” she cried, impatiently. “You'd feed a woman on theories whea she was starving for a kiss.” ; He sprang to his feet, his face flush- ng. “That’s cruel and unjust! You cen- demn me without knowing. Lots of times your face has been so close to mine I had only to put my arms about you and—and instead I've clinched my hands and moved away because I knew you beld a kiss a sacred thing, and I had so little to offer except my love!" “You merely mean,” she said, her breath coming a little queerly, “that you refrained from gratifying a passing temptation—" “Why will you try to hurt me?” he demanded, stopping his quick pacing and looking down at her. “I mean I re- frained from telling you I loved you with all my heart and soul—that you are the ore woman in the world who satisfles all my imaginings—and then— and then “I can't see why you didn't,” she murmured, haif-bold, half-tremulous. “I've kept my lips for such a kiss—" Something dropped from him like & dark garment. “But you said,” he faltered. She put two trembling hands upon his should- ke me as I am ers. “You've never told me you loved me, and I've walted K was s . so long.” Her face “You said,” he choked, holdi her very close, “you said you vouldn‘:‘-r- ry me if I were the last man on earth.” “1said manage—I don't want to man- age—I just want to be loved.”