The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 28, 1906, Page 5

weeks ag other di ess wit hat is ¥ ntend: people suggests carry a be br rem to hold ch is seen, ible to the “Shun a song a character e clipped, > not quiver them in the are unconscious from the heav- >t apt to respect ot even inso- gnant t of cruel- enduring, ined. We we think is not like ©ROSROSILSS SISO highly trifie to able if we attention sounds well be we may to however, to the prob- ing of a ts in the s for we pur- this of esses or con- id can at vt realize ep the poor woul ne ' his way D S D S DL L S E00S: R PR e was a condemned to of micutes the uncasy that a escape. Another ain Kettie began bilities of attack- own itch- forth in n might ut the lis, and angle of the who stared search of nook ot in the ed, stopped, ed him, and and raced out a moist 1 pre- ed to have the honor of Kettle, that vor by Miss Car- will be catch me quick, £ the Kettle and & Mr did he ot budge. sald stiffly, O, afterward; at once.” « in Kettle, certainly cost us our ot anxions 1« But this e root here, you've a good you before we reach at.” An told of the way he had “There was no other plan for it, Clare. It would have been sheer foolishness to have brought my boat to come P s 2 SESSO0U00008 OCOOSOTINIR. “To draw monthly sal- ary, senor.” r performing what services?” “For leaving your mine in peace. “In other words, you mean to levy tri- bute on us?” “The senor hits the nail on the head at the first blow. My terms are $200 per month in cash. I shall call for it myself. If accepted you will be under my protec- tion. If not— “You will make trouble for us?" ““The Senor Barnes hits the nail again. I like to do business with an Americano.” Jose Favara was told that he would arrange to my have to wait a few day until his proposition could -be submitted to the president and board of dire in New York. He was agreeable. He went away bowing and smiling, and Mr. Barnes sat dow nd wrote a letter. n he proposition and simple. The extortion pure authorities could be my will or even my visiting list. But if he should charge me with being a liar, then I do well to be angry. Indeed if I am not angry then, and will take such a blow as that on'the face with composure, the chances are 1 am something iike what he says. Nor in gently chiding itiveness is one apologizing for rude If it .be foolish for some people to be iy of- fended, they are not without ex who gave the offense. Granted that our neigh- bor may have a tender skin, then let us handle him carefully, remembering that one ought to have a different touch for a bird from what we ha for a tortoise. Our hands must be as velvet for the flut- tering creature whose panting heart we POTeTrree THE CURSE OF BY IAN MACLAREN B T e ansans % & & Ed i ; { PP RO e e e s s e A feel, but they say that you can break s with a tortoise and it will never Mnow. We cannot err in being too care- ful about other people’s feelings, lest we should touch them on the raw or add to their pain of lifs. Too much toleration is shown to the kind of person who is not ashamed to tell you he has got a temper, that he occasionally gives his family a round of the gums, or the person who prides himself on speaking his mind, say- ing just what he thinks. We call this man straightforward and downright and impulsive and warm-hearted, an honest fellow, whose words and manners must not be too keenly censured. What we ought to call him is insolent and ill-tem- pered; they are the adjeetives which sum THE 2 UNRAVELING N NP LSS O BOO00S ROGL LSOOG SISO S LS SRR SRR back to the daisies sooneér or later and generally sooner. 1t follows naturally of a surplus stock c llam Henry was strc from his possession y that Wil- rights of belleved & man. In fact, it was generally that he was'the man who discovered them. Before he came along wman had spent his days in bl ance of the fact that he had any rights other than those which entitled him to pay taxes on the mortgage Whic held on his house and to draw $25 pav per week for earning $7. This was the sad state of the world's ignorance when Willlam Henry hove in sight and rallied the suf- fering and the oppressed around his ban- ner. He was crammed to the muzzle with all the lurid i ginings which had been inflicted on the world ce the for beginning of time the purpose of demonstrating that people .looking through the fence could put up a better game than the dubs on the diamond. There are two classes o rs into which most of the separat ividuals fall more or less natu re are those who Wwant to tear up the whole business and start over again and there are those who pui their money on the good ofd horse Evolution, believing that this island with all with guns p vling got to leave he these about. my headqua you must make your mind t¢ and risk the sharks if you wish to join ber.” ‘I am open to r * sald Clare t's meck nothing with me after what I did minutes back in that hell over One of the war- ders—" he broks ud dragged a hand across his eyes. “Look here, captain, we are bound to be seen if we go back arourd by the beach. Come with me I'll show you a track through the woods.” He started off into the cover without waitiag for a renly, and Kettle with a frown turned and followed at his heels. Captain Kettle preferred to do the order- ing himself, and this young man seemed apt to assert command. However, the The night be got up nd the un- moment was one for hur was beginning to ‘th speed again, and the trees dergrowth closed behind m. “Dieu, Dieu, Dleu!” cried out the tor- mented prisoner within the walls as a parting benediction. Some men, like the historical Dr. Fell, have the knack, unknown to themselves, of inscpiring dislike in others, and Clare had this effect upon Captain Owen Ket- tle. The little sailor's dislike was born at the first moment of their meeting. It grew as he ran through the forest of Isle de Salut; and even when Clare feli upon a sentry snd beat the sense out of him as neatly as he could have done it himself, Kettle failed to admire or sym- pathize with bim. On the return swim to the turtle-backed island he came very near to wishing that * a shark would get the man, although such a calamity would have meant his own almost certain destruction; and Y . B appealed to, and would doubtless do something. Nevertheless, the fact re- mained that Jose was a bigger man in that district than the authorities. He could harry and harass. He could scare every peon out of the mine In two weeks. He could capture every mule and driver engaged In transport- Ing the ore over the mountalins. He could do lots of things to make the sit- uation unpleasant, and the superinten- dent recommended that a monthly: sal- ary be pald. He added that $200 per month was deg cheap. The president and his board looked upon it as a rather funny case, but fol- lowed the advice of Mr. Barnes. From that time on, for two years, Jose Fa- vara regularly appeared on the 10th of each month and received his “salary.” Twice during that time the peons would have struck for higher wages had he not appeared and threatened them with his vengeance. A Mexlcan lawyer dis- covered what he thought was a flaw in the title of the New Yorker, and would have made cost and trouble had not Jose sent him word that he was after his scalp. It was conceded that the outlaw earned his wage. ” Things were going on satisfactorily when the old president died and Mr. Goldsmith was elected in his place. While the dividends were large. Mr. Goldsmith wanted to increase them. He saw a way to do it by lopping off and cutting down. A cut of 10 per cent was made in wages and salaries, and the $200 per month to Jose Favara was cut off entirely. When Mr. Barnes wrote that this move would uring trouble, he was di- him up. There is no reason why he should be accepted and endured. He is frequent- ly the tyrant in a home of trembling women and a terror in a ecircle of sub- servient men. It would be aggood disci- pline for certain savage old gentlemen one knows if their daughters, whom they have been scolding for years, were to turn upon them and tell them frankly that the fact of being their father did not give any man the right of being rude to his daughters and that they expected him to be as courteous to them as to any other lady. As such men are usually cowards at heart this insurrection would bring the despot to his senses. But do not let us blame a foolish old man too hotly; are not we all too thoughtless of our g neighbor's feelings and too brusque in our manners? Over-sensitiveness is a comprehensive complaint, and the cause with some peo- ple is fineness of natfire. One expects an artist to be more susceptible than a plow- man, and the artistic temperament is painfdily tender. Indeed it is not a ques- tion of thinness of skin, there is ng scarf skin at all, so that you are bound to hurt unless you be forever anointing with oil. You may, of course, compli- ment, but you may mot complain; you _may praise but you may. not criticise. It was not really the reviewers who killed the poet Keats, for he died of phthisis. but an article in the Quarterly embittered and hastened his death, and Tennyson the race will be run off by spontaneous combustion if you give it time. The former have a kind of a sneaking idea that if everything is turned upside down and shaken vigorously they will have a fighting chance to pick up something for themselves in the general ruction. ' The others are willing to wait because they know they will be well out of the way before anything serious happens and that it won't matter much to them how things turn out. Willlam Henry started out by allying himself violently with the ruc- tionists, as the strenuous reformers are called in all the scientific works on the subject which we have ever read. As we have intimated, Willlam Henry was strong on the rescue of the op- pressed. He was accustomed to point. out in grandiloguent terms what a sin and a shame It was that a few haughty rich should ride 72 their ease in overbearing— and ball bearing—automobiles while the best that {&e children of the masses could do was to stand on the sidewalk and throw stones at the auto. What justice is there, he would* inquire, in a few un- fortunate individuals being compelled to bear the burden of the world’s wealth and dyspepsia when there are s many strong men who would willingly help A g NG MDD DI B e A S S wlen they lay together, packed like a pair of sardines, in the shelter pit, under the intolerable sunshine of the succeed- ing day, it was with difficulty he could keep his hands off this fellow whom he had gone through so much to help. Clare put in what of talking was done; the sallo® preserved a sour, glum silence. Ie felt that if he gave his vinegary tongue the freedom it wished for nothing could prevent a collision. He argued out with himself the cause for this dislike during the suc- ceeding night. They had got the boat in the water, had mastheaded the lug, and were running northwest before a snoring breeze towards the British West Indian islands. He himself, with malinsheet in one hand and tiller in the other, was in solitary command. Clare was occupied in batling back the seas to thelr appointed 'place. For a long time the.utmost he could discover against the man was that on occasions he “was too bossy,” and with bitter satire he ridicuied himself for a childish weakness. But then anbther thought drifted into his mind and he picked it up and weighed it and bal- anced it and valued it, till under the fostering care it grew, and the little sallor felt with a glow and a tighten- ing of the lips that he had now indeed a real and legitimate cause for hate. ‘What mention had this fellow Clare made of Miss Carnegie? Practically none. He, Kettle, had stated by whom he was sent to the rescue, and Clare had received the news with a casual “O!" and a yawn. He had offered fur- ther information (when the first scurry of the escape was over and they were cached in the sandpit) upon Miss Car- negie's movements and her . condition as last view in Newcastle, and Clare ——— 006600000000000 BY NICHOLAS B NORGORPIOON NG NRNON, THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL rected to arm his staff and fight. When he asked for rifles a dozen old con- demned Springfleld muskets were sent him, but not a single cartridge. He wrote for cartridges, but was answered that the president would soon take a trip to Mexico in his private car, and would visit the mine and give further instructions in person. As a clothier Mr. Goldsmith had been known as a hustler. As president of a silver mine he determined to be a hummer, Jose Favara called, as usual, on the 10th ,of a certain month to be told that his salary was nix. He had been @ischarged. Mr. Barnes entered into particulars with him, even to stating the probable date of tife arrival of the president. Jose was Impassive and im- perturbable. He smiled the same old smiles and bowed the same old bows. He knew he had earned his money, but if he felt sore he gave no sign of it. He went away saying that he might call again, and things went on as usual for three weeks. # Then President Goldsmith arrived. It was twenty miles over to the railroad, and he had to make this distance on the back of & burro, but he made it. He arrived at the mine at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. At 6 the peons came up from the shaft and announced that there wa# a strike oh. There were 400 of them. Next morning Jose Favara appeared. He wanted to know if his sal- ary was to be restored. President Goldsmith flattered himself that he was a fighter. If not an actual fighter, then he was & good bluffer. He had been blufing for thirty years, and himself did not appreclate candld treat- ment, and shrank from the public like a timid animal. If you want to be on pleasant terms with a poet you must re- ‘member that there is only one interesting subject of conversation, his own writings, and he deeply resents the introduction of alien themes. He will be willing to speak from morning till night on his works, and has an unholy tendency to read them aloud, but he will be highly offended if you drag in Shakespeare. He hates to see a subject vulgarized. This is the defect of a high quality, for poetry is the fine flower of lNterature, and there is nothing in human nature more delicate than a poet’s mind. But a singer will rival him in morbid delicacy of feeling. Music is the most subtle and mysterious of forces, and one is prepared to find that the instrument requires the gentlest of handling, An impresario will tell you that If a newspaper critic even hints at a fault in last night's singing a prima donna will lose all control, and if on arrival at the town she finds her name is not printed in larger letters than that of the other leading singers she will suffer an immediate attack of sore throat It is rather childish, but we must take things as they arve; there is a difference between a violin and a trombone. The artist can make his world suffer with his complaints ‘apd his petulance, but he suffers most if, needs more bracing than ai ther pérson. s OF =2 carry a small portion of it—of the wealth at least. Are we men, he would ask, or are we only voters? It will be seen at a glance that Willlam Henry was strong on asking questions. He could make more inguiries in five minutes than a skilled editor of the Questions and Answers col- umn could forget to answer in a week. The thing, however, that caused Wil- liam Henry the greatest amount of pain to the square inch was the degradation of our political institutions. That legisla- tors should be bought and sold was a source of great suffering to him—espe- cially since he was not a legislator. Whenever a bill was passed for the ame- lioration of the condition of Spoon River or the building of a new postoffice at ‘Watell Junction his spirit would heave a deep, dark groan and call high heaven to witness that the Government was in the hands of the oppressors of the wid- owed and the fatherless; that the sub- stance of the people was being dissipated like chaff before the whirlwind breath of the Populist orator; that our traditions were being dragged in the dust and mire of the market place; and destiny was be- ing maliciously thwarted in the proper exercise of her functions. William Henry was in the confidence of Destiny, and had pleaded tiredness and suggested another hour for the recital. = Was this the proper attitude for a lover? It was not. Was this meet behavior for the future husband of such a woman as Miss Carnegle, who was not only her- gelf, but who also wrote poetry for the magazines? Ten thousand times over it was not. He sheeted home the lug a couple of inches in response to a shift of the hreeze and opened his lips in speech. “Miss Carnegle, sir,” he began, lady I esteem very highly.” #'She is a nice girl,”’ assented the man ‘with the bailer. “She is willing to beggar herself to do you service, sir” “Yeg, I know she is very fond of me" “And I should like to know if you are equally fond of her?” “is a “Steady, captain, steady. I don't quite see what you have got to do with {t."” He paused and looked at the sailor curi- ously. “Look here, I say, you seem to talk a deuce of a deal about Miss Carne- gle. Are you sweet on her yourself?” Captain Kettle glared, and it is probable that, if such an action would not have swamped the boat. he would have dropped the tiller and left the marks of his displeasure upon Clare's person with- out further barter of words. But, as it was, he deigned to speak. “You dog,’ he said, “if you make a suggestion like that again, I'll kiil you. You've no right to say such a thing. I just honor Miss Carnegie as though she ere the Queen, or even more, because she writes verse for the magazines, and the Queen only writes dairies. And be- sides there could be nothing more between us: I'm a married man, sir, with a family. But about this ‘other matter. It seems to me I'm the party that kind of holds NEMO had the art down pat. The miners might strike, and be hanged to them. They might be out for a week, but they would then be tumbling over each other to get back. As for Jose Favara, he w outlaw—a blackmailer—an ' . extortioner. Not another cent should he draw from the treasury. If he made one llttle move against ‘the peace and harmony of the New Yorker the majesty of the law would be invoked and he would find himself behind prison bars. He was talked to in the plainest English, Mr. Goldsmith talked in a loud voice. He conveyed the idea that he owned the earth. . When he had tired himself out and was taking a rest, Jose quietly asked: “Am I, then, to understand that my ser- vices are no longer required?” “Of course you are." “But about this strike?” “I can settle it without your help.” “And as to what I may do with my band?” “Poof! Look here, my man, let me give you a_pointer: Don’t come. monkeying around here, unless you are aching to get hurt. If the law won't protect us we will protect curselves. Do you savey?” The outlaw did. He bowed and smiled and took his departure. It was a cold bluff, and he meant to call it when. the proper time came. “Do you think he will try to make us trouble?” asked the president of the su- perintendent when Jose had departed. “Sure to.” “I don’t. I think I bluffed him out. However, there are the muskets. “And not a cartridge for one of them.” “Cartridges are awfully expensive. I A very different cause for over-sensi- tiveness is uncertainty of social position. People who have risen in the world, which is very creditable, are apt to be too much concerned about their standing. They seem to feel themselves on a narrow ledge, and are afrald that some one should jostle them. They watch their neighbors and nervously note how people address them, where they are Invited, who calls upon them. what place they haves at a dinner table, and such like trivialities, When an old man who has made a large fortune by industry and integrity, who holds the Christian creed and goes to church regularly, whines by the hour because people have taken no notice of him, one has another illustration WWWWWWWMW OVERSENSITIV of the littleness of humanity. Working people are most jealous about their dig- nity, and are constantly in the condition of being “hurt.” You may pot call & working mother a woman, you must be carefu] to call her a lady, almost as care- ful as you are not to call her better-off sister a Jady but to speak of her as a woman. If you are wise in alluding to a working man you will not forget Mr. or to say gentleman, just as you drop the Mr. with a university man, and do not use gentleman more frequently than you can help. “Who was it sérved vou, my lady,” sald the manager to a West End store to a brilliant Countess who had ealled to make same complaint about an article A — what he didn't know about her business wasn't visible under the microscope. As a matter of fact he was studying Desti- ny's part, with a view to going on in her role when she should be called else- where on another engagement. In Willilam Henry's humble opinion the thing that the times clamored for at the top of their multitudinous voices was a leader, one who should take the bull by the horns and carefully conduect him out of the slough of despond. (Readers who are able to discover the separate parts of this metaphor and piece them together in their proper order will r ceive a bound volume of our latest epic by return mail) He was sure, at least, that If the times were running around looking for some one to take charge of the business he was the man for their money. He had several patented remedies for the ills af civilization put up in neat and convenfert packages, with the com- plete formula printed on the label. In the first place, he would begin by de- claring all bets off on the ground that the racé had been fixed. Then, being in charge of the ring, he would exercise his right of eminent domain over the stakes, Having assimilated as much as he could get his hands on in this way, your fate just at present, young man. If 1 shove the tiller across, the boat'll broach to and swamp, and whatever hap- pens to me—and I don't vastly care—it's a sure thing you will go to the! place where there's weeping and gnashing of teeth. How'd you like that?” “Not a bit. T want to live. I've gone through the worst time a human being can endure on that ghastly island astern there, and I'm due for a great lot of the sweets of Jife to make up for it. And if it interests you to know it, captain—I 4o owe you something personally, I suppose. and you have some right to be in mv con- fidence—if it interests you to hear such a thing, 1 may tell you I shail probabiy marry Miss Carnegie as soon 1 get back to her.”” “Then you do love her?” “I don't quite know what love is. But 1 like her well enough, if fhat will lo for you, Hadn't we better take down a reaf in the lug? I can hardly keep the water under.” “By James, vou leave me to sail this boat,” said Kettle, blessing bailing, or I'll knock you out of her.” The conversation languished for some hours after this, and Kettle, with every nerva on tne straln, humored the boat as she ra before the heavy following seas, while ex-convict back the water which eternally slopped in green Bl over her gunwale. It was Clare who set up the talk again. . “Did she know anything zbout those plans of the French fortresses?’ “Miss Carnegie had the most definite ideas on the subfect.” “I 8 she'd found out by that time that I really did get hold of them cut of the office myself and sell them to the - & R0 NN NN N0 ST SRR NS0T ORI # REVOLUTIONIST 4 | e D A 'and attend to your ' think that empty muskets will do the trick. Nothing lke a bluff if you rub it in hard enough.” The strike had lasted four days, with all quiet around the mine, when Jos Favara rode up. It was early in the morning, and President Goldsmith was eating a picnic breakfast. The outlaw had thirty men with him, and each and, every one had a business look about him. S “When the senor is quits through with breakf: I should ltke to see " was the message sent to the magnate. Ten minutes later he appeared and ordered the outlaw to go away back and sit down. He was seized, bound and carried off among the mountains. He called for help, but there was no Fire!” and but the staff left by turns, “Was it a tall gentleman, with long black whiskers?” “No,” said the Countess. “It was & little nobleman with a.bald head.” She is accustomed to say those things, but in this case she ought to have thought twice, then she would have kept her little jest to herself. Why are working people and shop assistants so tenaclous of those little courtesies? Just because their position is more or less humble, and they have to guard it. If a man's rank is assured then he does not need to be asserting it, he can dress as he pleases and go where he pleases, he is sick of titles and hates formality. The other man has so little position to preserve that he is dlways sitting on the doorstep to watch ENESS % B & &, o, his house. It is really a proof of self- respect and if it be not carried to a ridiculous extent ought to be encouraged and not laughed at. Of course it must be accepted that women are in danger of over-sensitive- ness because of the fineness of their nature, and also the seclusion of their life. They are quick to catch an ac- cent in speech, to noté a difference in signature from “yours affectionately,” to “yours sincerely,” to compare the manner of yesterday to the manner of to-day.- They will take offense at an allusion that was not meant for them. they will be wounded for days because thelr daughters have not been asked to a certain party, they will be cut to the quick by - some thoughtless words he would proceed to redistribute all the money in circulation, allowing the pres- ent holders to keep carfare in case they were caught more than @ mile from home. This was to prevent unnecessary suffering on the part of gouty million- aires with.an undue development of adi- pose tissue. Atter he had rearranged matters so that no man should have more than he could convenlently carry away in a wheelbarrow, hé would have himself elected general manager of the mun- dane sphere, with an unlimited credit at the cashier's desk. Such an arrangement would have the merit of preventing all disturbances over the aivision of the loot. The old siate of ciass strife would be ob- viated because there would be only one class, and he would be at the head of it. Another point of superlority In his so- ciety ‘would be that all the expense of elections and strikes and wars and church soclables and other national calc—itles would be saved. No man would need to work because each man would be as rich—or as poor—as every other man and the great incentive to hu- man labor would thus be removed. It is impossible 10 go into all the details of ‘Willlam Henry's great scheme for the For one of the few times in his iife Captain Kettle led. “She knew the whole yarn from start to finish.” “Well, I was a fool to muddle It With any decent luck I ought to have brought off the coup without anybody being the wiser. I could have laid quiet a year or two till the fuss blew over. and then had a tidy fortune to go upon, and been able to marry whom I pleased, or not marry at all. Eh—well, shipper, that bubble’s cracked, and I suppose the best thing I can do now is to marry old Carnegie's girl after all.” ““Then you've Guite made up your mind to marry this lady?” “‘Quite.” “That's what you say,” retorted Ket- tle. “Now you hear me. Miss Carne- gie thinks you are in love with her, and you are not that by many a long fathom; so there goes item the first. In the second place, she thought you were sent to Ca; e unjustly, whereas by your own showing you're a dirty thief, and deserved all you got. And. thirdly, 1 don't approve of squeezing fathers- in-law as an industry for young men newly out of jall.” “You truculent little ruffan, do you dare to threaten me™ “T'd threaten the Emperor of Ger- many if I was close to him and didn’t like what he was doing. Here, you! Don't you lift that bailer at me, or I'll slip some lead through your mangy hide before you can wink. Now you'll iust upderstand, for the rest of this cruise, till we make our port, you stay forrard, and 'm on the quarter-deck. If you move aft I'll shoot you dead and thank you for giving me the chance. But if vou get ashore all in one piece, I'll spike your guns in another way.” “How?" asked the man sullenly. behind numbered only five men, and they had no cartridges. An hour later President Goldsmith was at the outlaw’s headquarters. Two hours later he had got over bluffing and was inditing a telegram to a New York banker. The telegram asked for $10,000. The money was forwarded to a town designated, and a week after the abduction it was in the hands of Jose Favara, and President Goldsmith was set free within half a mile of the mine, to find his way in. At the hour of his arrival the strike was called off. “Didn’t I tell you what the man could do?" gsked the superintendent, as the president came stagge~'ng in. “Yes, but I thought he could be bluffed. He has taken 310,000 out of me. We must fix it some way to charge it up to machinery or repalirs. spoken by their husband when he waa worried about business. They will be reduced to tears by his not responding to some little act of affection which he had -not noticed. Women take offense too readily, they brood too much over incidents, they are too ready to look for hidden meanings, they are too much concerned about clvilities of life. Apart from the dellcacy of a wo- man’s nature the chi cause of over- iveness if you go to the root of it Is really vanity. There is too much Ego in our Cosmos as Kipling would say. Our self-consciousness !s too acute, and it Is too acute because it is swollen and inflamed. People think more of a soclal neglect than of their sins and are more troubled by the un- real than by the real trials of life. Those who, are not thinking about themselves never notice that they are neglected, and those who are busy helping other people have not time to discover their own injuries. If we read great books we would live In great company, and would be indif- ferent to the treatment we receive at the hands of little folk: if we gave ourselves to great works we should no more feel the trifling injustices of soelety than a soldier the sting of a gnat when he Is charging the enemy. And If we trained ourselves to think well of our fellow men it would never come into our minds that they were not thinking well of us. What con- cerns us most in life is not what men are thinking of us, but how we are car- rying ourselves; noc what men do to us, but what we do to them. And one is tempted to conclude with another admirable reflection of Bacon, “Those of true inward nobility of character are ashamed of nothing but base conduct, and are not ready to take offense at supposed affronts, because they keep clear of whatsoever deserves contempt, and consider what is undeserved is be- neath their notice. amelioration of the universe, and of him- self, but it will suffice to say that he had the whole thing worked out to & cent—and tbat he figured on getting the cent. It pains us to relate that after Willlam Henry ha. everything laid out and ready to go to press, Destiny stepped in in the shape of a rich uncle who died and left him so much money that it made him cross-eyed to think about it. Willlam Henry was discouraged. Fate was clear- ly against him. Just as he was prepared to divide all the coin that the other peo- ple had collected his stubborn old uncle pushed a big bunch at him that he had never figured on. After thinking it over the unlucky philanthropist came to the coneclusion that perhaps It was better after all to wait for evolution to get in its fine work: meanwhile he could carry out his plans on a small scale with his own fithy lucre: At last accounts he was still dis- tributing it, with no help in sight. His sad fate teaches us that while the love of money may be the root of all evil, the lack of the stuff is the root of most of the long range revolutions with which the world is affiicted. (Copyright, 1306, by Albert Britt) “You'll find out when you get there,™ saild Kettle, grimly. “And now don’t you speak to me again, You aren't whole- some. Get on with your bailing. D'ye hear me, there? Get on with that ball- ing. I don’'t want my boat to be swamped through your cursed lazziness. Now, to which port it was of the British West India Islands that the lugsall boat and its occupants arrived I never quite made out, and, indeed, the methed in which Captain Kettle “spiked” Mr. Clare’'s “guns” was hidden from me till quite recently. A week ago, however, a letter of his drifted into my hands, and, as It seems to explain all that Is necessary, I give it here exactly as it left his pen. West India Islands. To Miss Carnegie, Jesmond street, New- castle, England: «Honored Madam—Am pleased to report have carried out part of y' esteemed com- mands. Went to Cayenne, as per in- struction, and took Mr. Clare away from French Government, they not consenting. Landed him in good condition at this place. Having learnt that he did steal those plans, and, moreover, he saying he did pot care for you the way he ought, have taken lberty to guard lest he should trouble you in future. To do this, found o colored washer- woman here (widow) who was proud to have white husband. Him object- ing, I swore to tell French Consul if he did not marry, and get him sent back to Cayenne. So he married. She weighs 250 pounds. T Inclose copy «f their marriage lines, so you can see a:i is correct. Trust you will excuse liberty. He has made one escape; you have made another. The weather is very sultry here, but they say there is fine scenery up- country. Shall get English magazines some day, when th ngs blow over a bit, and I can come tlmt way again, to look for your ry. Hoping th/s finds you in good health as it leaves me at present. Y's obedient, 0. KETTLE, Master.