The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 24, 1904, Page 6

ate faces the cathedral, he seventeenth century € ent relics of woke Miss Church- ndez is In every way a fine Gonzales, who self through a suc- Lady Rendell had s wife in Paris, 2 er, and the c Then the place and uise Churchill, for reasons of was not in the best of spirits. t the matter was that she f & certain Christopher lirted atrociously with and to spite him she self to Stephen Whar- ometimes the way with men. At once she found she iting herself, and she never s 50 much as when, coming into day from the cool the cathedral, she heard &s ehe entered some passages of the old comedy. The girl Gloria was talking to a lit- tle man sergeant’s uniform, Miss Churc understood Spanish very well, nd in narrating this little drama I make distinction between She heard the little sergeant: mine! { e one will no tongues “Gloria “Ah, Jose Rubino, was the song un- my der esa? o Churck “There are Theresas and Theresas,” Rubino replied, fervently; “but of Glo- ri window last night for Ther- little coquette!” thought Miss “But one, I suppose,” said the girl. At this Rubino tried to get her hand, but she pushed him away, and seeing iss Churchill she became very de- mure, while Rubino hastened out of the door “Your lover, Gloria?” Miss Church- 11l said “He thinks he is, senorita. But who knows? Yet he is a good fellow and Very prominent. He has charge of the guard at the Rrison’ Churchill sighed, gave the gir nt to her room with ilver , and we fter there came rumors of a certain Mendez gainst the President’'s authority, and then with the suddenness of a tropical the n uprising storm came which M events of the drama, iss Churchill was never to for- She heard of it first at breakfast. The army of the rebellion, led by two Eng- lish adventurers, were at the gates of old walled town, and even now h 1 the roaring of cannon. She her hands. this be a jolly— a real You'll be safe here,” said the Consul, r-haired man of 40. He was a wer, and had felt for some time he was sure to fall in love with nteres ing woman “Oh, ves, we are quite safe, quite Lord Rendell said, with perfect h in the flag that safe, waved above ill, I should like to have an Eng- lish or American ship in the harbor,” Lady Rendell “Why, Mary, they remarked don’t do anything; just run about and shout a I have hes great deal. it,” Miss d all Churchill put in. about “I have warned the President,” said Forsyth, “and he has a wholesome re- spect for our guns.” ‘Oh, Louise,” Lord Rendell rema ed, “I was looking over the last Amer- ican paper and I saw the engagement of that fellow Bates to the little widow. Funny things, these American ‘S ociety Notes.” Rendell dearly liked to tease his ter-i W, who said nonchalantly, indeed,” but she coffee. The cathedral bell began to toll, ac- centuating the roll of guns, while cries from the street reached them. “I have much to do,” Forsyth said, rising; “much. So I must be going. You all must keep close to the hous: A servant at this moment appeared at the door. “Pardon. Excellency, his Highne the President, to see your Excellency “Wonder what the old duffer wants of me—our protection, perhaps.” And he went out to his office, Ren- dell following him. The ladies at the window saw a little row of soldiers and the President’s carriage. Presently Rendell returned, all ex- citement. “Forsyth Is acting for Blunt, the American Consul, in his absence,” he sald. “The President doesn’t want to offend us, you may fancy. He has cap- tured three men and purposes to shoot them because he thinks they are two Englishmen who are directing Men- dez's army. Now, this is the most ex- traordinary coincidence.” Lord Rendell lacked tact to the su- premest degree. “Do you recognize the writing?” and he handed Lady Rendel] a piece of dirty paper. “Let me see,” said Miss Churchill, looking over her sister's shoulder, and then she grew pale. “It's very like Kit Bates’ Yes, it’s his signature.” “Yes, it is,” cried Lady Rendell. They had read: 3 “To the American or English Consul —We are two Americans, landed from the yacht Brunnhilde, New York Yacht Club, at Point del Norte. We did not know of the disturbances and were ar- rested as two Englishmen engaged in l_h. rebellion and are now lodged in sis- “Oh, leaned low the over writing. prison, expecting every moment to be shot, as we have seen it done to twenty ther prisoners. We ask your protec- CHRISTOPHER BATES.” The old chap thought that, if they are as they represent themselves, we on. would pull down his old town about his ears. T knew you would know the writing. And it's that fellow Bates. Extraordinary, by Jove!” And then Miss Churchill knew no more, for she had fainted. When she came to herself she was on her own bed and Lady Rendell was holding her hands and giving her salts, while Gloria, deep sympathy {n her dark eyes, was fanning her. From outside came the noise of tumult. “What is all that noise?” “They are fighting In the streets.” “Oh, I remember, and—" “Bertie has no more tact than a por- cupine or he would have known—" “What ?” “What 1 know, my dear. But he is all right, dear. They wouldn't dare hurt them.” “And James Forsyth hasn't got them out?” the girl asked. “They can't get to the prison, dear- est, but it will only be a .ittle time. Don’t worry, only lie still until you get your nerves together; that’s a good girl. I will leave Gloria to look after You for a few moments.” Miss Churchill tried to lie still after her sister had gone, then suddenly the organ pealed from the cathedral above the noise. “They are praying in there, Miladi,” Gloria said. “The church 8 crowded “w:th people who are afraid.” And then, after some moments, she went on: “Miladi? “Yes.” “You love him.” “Yes, Gloria.” “T knew it. Miladi, Rubino, who is here.” “How came he here, when —" “Humph! Miladi, Jose would be shot for no President—only for me. He ran away; but, Miladi— “I can send him back tq the prison. He has the keys to a little back gate, and he can get them here.” She forgot herself. as I love Jose “He can—but he does not want to be shot!” Miss Churchill cried der. “It would be for me—not for a Presi- dent,” said the girl, shrugging her in won- . | HIS is the new evangel and Presi- dent Eliot of Harvard is its prophet. Repeatedly in public addresses of late he has sought to show that the fundamental question with every workingman is not one of wages or hours or holidays or environ- ment—important though all those as- pects of the case are—but one of per- sonal happiness in work and of pro- moting through work the happiness of others. This is not the easiest of all proposi- tions to prove to-day. The derisive laughter which its first enunciation evoked among the laborers who heard it shows how unpalatable a truth it is, The movement of our age is in another direction. We are all concerned prima- rily with the effort to obtain more ease, leisure and creature comforts. We look upon work simply as a means to that end and we want to do just as lit- tle work as possible and to win as much reward as we can. To those who tend a machine all day long there seems to be a wide chasm between the work done by such professional men as President Eliot and their own. And we all have frankly to,admit that if one must work he would rather choose his post of duty thnr have it assigned to him. But, after all, President Eliot is right, both historically and philosoph- ically. History shows and observation confirms the fact that the happlest people are the,busiest ones, and that in the long run idleness conduces to mo- roseness. Moreover, man was made to # » JOY IN WO | By the Parson -I - — —tp work. Perhaps that is one reason why Adam and Eve went wrong in the beautiful Garden of Eden, because they really did not have enough to do, and Wwhen by divine fiat they were driven out and compelled to begin a life of toil this apparent curse was to prove ultimately a blessing to them and to their long line of descendants. Men differ in their capacity to sing and paint and orate, but the one tie that binds humanity together is its ability to work. And when one ceases to work he ceases to grow. He begins to de- generate and becomes like the ower animals. This being the case, joy ought to go with work as naturally as song floats from the mouth of a bird. To.think that day by day we are bringing some- thing to pass, adding to the useful products of the world, realizing our best selves in things tangible, adding to the sum total of things actually done, is an immense inspiration. And to do things well, even if they be me- chanical tasks, to give a fine finish to the product, to eliminate every mark of haste and carelessness—that is an- other source of happiness. Talking with ‘the motorman on the front plat- form the other evening, I was glad to hear him say, “For nine years I have been in this business, and I have never had any accident. It is only careless fellows that have accidents.” Certain- 1y he had the artist’'s pride in his work, tedious and taxing as it is. And another foundation of. joy in RK 2 -+ - work is the thought that our work adds to the comfort and happiness of others. ‘What an exquisite satisfaction the hus- band and father may find even in hard manual toil because the labor of his hand i{s day by day transmuted into bread and meat for the ones whom ~he loves most -of all in the world. One can endure long hours and unpleas- ant surroundings if happy little faces dance before one's vision in the midst of the smoke of the foundry and the whir of the factory. Then, too, we may know that aside from the returns to our own kin we are making existence more tolerable for a wider circle. Our fidelity and skill and persistence constitute a contribution to the on-going of humanity. We may never know who will use the utensil which we make or who will be bene- fitted by the sale over the counter or how all this humdrum typewriting aids the progress of the kingdom of God, but nothing is truer than that the faithful labor of every worker is need- ed in this modern world to drive the wheels of civilization and move for- ward the car of progress. ‘Whatever you are doing, then, com- pel it to pay a tribute of happiness to you day by day. Something more con- genial may come by and by, but while you are manifestly put where you are and while others may be depending on you, work not like a galley slave but like a free man and a Christian. La- boring in this spirit you will find all the sweeter the more ample leisure, the more delightful surroundings and the greater good fortune which in God's providence may be yours by and by. shoulders. “And, Miladi, ¥ love you.” Miss Churchill took the girl into her arms and kissed her. “But I'm not more to you, Gloria, than Jose Rubino.” “I love you, Miladi.” Miss Churchill walked rapidly to and fro. She looked at the girl and kissed her again. The situation made her desperate. It was a chance, and he might be shot at any moment. “Gloria, if you do this you shall have a hundred American dollars. and you and Jose may be with me always. But can I—” “Miladi,” said the girl quickly, “don’t think of me. I love Jose now, but I have had other lovers.” She spoke with an air of pride that left Miss Churchill smiling. “Oh, I see. Poor Jose. You will re- ward him.” “Certainly, Miladi.” To Gloria's eyes Miss Churchill saw she was like an angel and Jose only like a lover. “And, besides, we can’t marry with- out money, Miladi,” the girl continued. “You shall have money—just for the offer, Gloria. And, Gloria—send him— send him. But, Gloria— She remembered what she had read that morning of Bates’ engagement to the horrible widow. “Yes, Miladi.” “No one must know that I ever made you do it. Swear by the Christ there, over the cathedral door.” T swear, Miladi.” . “Send him, then, Gloria,” Miss Churchill said quickly. ; “Oh, what have I done!"” she cried, when the girl had gone. The tumult had died. Rumor had it the fight was going the President's Forsyth, the Consul, was busy and nervous. Anglo-Saxon interests were in his hands. But he had only the sentiment the flags inspired and no war vessel to enforce his demands. Miss Churchif, standing on the con- sulate balcony, saw a wild-eyed priest come out of the cathedral and raise his hands high, while a crowd of poor folk thronged about him. His voice was raised in deep earnestness. For the God of peace bringeth bat- tle, and the God of battle peace. And lo, he is one God, the God of all na- tions.” A messenger ran into the office of the consulate. : “The American cruiser Triton is in the harbor.” “Thank God!” cried the Consul. “We will have a Scotch on that, Ren- dell.” In the servants’ quarters Gloria was talking to her lover, the little Sergeant Rubino. “The Virgin be thanked, Jose mine, that you are not shot. The English Miladi—what a fool is she to think I would send you out to to get a bullet. But we have our marriage portion, Jose, mine. Ah, these fools of Eng- lish.” The boyish ensign who commanded the bluejackets that patrolled the streets of San Fernandez was in the salon of the English Consulate that evening. And there were Christopher Bates and his friend, Mr. Niles, and Lady Rendell and the others. The Iit- tle ensign was quite your hero. though he did not consider himself at all. He had made a little charge and cleared the streets, and lo, the rebellion had ceased, as if by magic—the magic be- hind the good ship Triton’s guns. Miss Churchill was fidgeting and went out on the veranda, where the moon streamed peacefully and senti- mentally. What if she knew? What i Gloria had told? Bates followed her. “It's odd, isn't it—our meeting here?™ “Very.” “And all this little flasco of a rebel- lion.” “Quite ridiculous and interesting. But how could you leave Mrs. Chester so long?"” she asked. ‘You read that?” “Yes, and I congratulate you." “And I you—on yours.” “Oh, do you, do you? Thank you.” It was very hot. What if Gloria had told? What if he knew how she had fainted? “But—" “Well 2" “It was only a newspaper report, Louise, and I am down here on the Brunnhilde. I heard you had brok- en with Wharton, and I wish to heaven those chaps had shét me, if you are going to send me away,” the young fei- low blurted out. She turned to him and put both her hands in his. “Christopher Bates, you are the very nicest peggon I know—and—and—ah, what makes you make me tell you? Yes, I do love you, d T have been so miserable.” That night Gloria ¢ ed her mistress: And the marriage por Miladi?™ Gloria,” Miss. Chy ried, “you shall have a thousand Am dollars —not a hundred—and the prettiest wed- ding San Fernandez can furnish.” “You are an angel,” quoth G and she told it all over to the Se Rubino in high glee. So, through the rebellion of Mendes were there two love affairs brought to their proper end, and President Gon- zales ruled in San Fernandez until he decamped with the treasury. Since that vccurrence he has résided in Paris, ta; geant