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The Even j SSTARLASHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Company, Noe, 63 to Petes Dey Sees Seay a fe Fras Gt eT ANGU SHAR Preaquten, 62 TRE. e JOsIPH PULITZER, Jee Becretary, @ Bark how. Second-Clase Matter, New York s[ For England and the Continent and All Countries fn the International Postal Union, + 68.60" One Toar.. 80: One Month...-+++ O. 10,848 + ae ee oe Po ae eit eee ome, anal FREER a ee ee Maa nr ota VOLUME 56......... LIGHT IN NUTMEGIA. IGHT continues to break through the low tariff gloom which L settled over Connecticut two years ago. The Hon. Ebenezer John Hill, looking forward hopefully, has asked Congress for a $150,000 post office to be erected in his native Norwalk. True, his party is in the minority still in Congress, but there is always hope and an election ahead. The Stamford Advocate, too, feels the cheer. These surprising phrases occur in a recent issue: “We're ahead of all records and still going strong.” “There is « marked in- crease in business over the same period last year.” “The sales of the better quality and higher priced articles are much larger.” “There is much iore money in the purses of those who are shopping.” “At this time last year work was a scarcity; to-day there is @ scarcity of labor in all its branches.” “The action of manufacturing plants here in inoreas- | ing w2ges has helped; the employment of a larger force of men than | ever before by these same concerns has helped also, and the general increase of business along all lines has resulted in a greater degree of happiness than has beenseen * * © in many a day.” Can such things be in Connecticut? ————¢ = Besnard’s painting “Peace” is missing. So is Peace! ceiaiaeiaennset pitiless MURDERS IN AMERICA. UDGING by the figures for 1914, compiled by Frederick L. Hoff- man in The Spectator, murder in the United States is not 4 fine art but an industry. He shows that there were 8,000 vietims of the murderous impulse during the year 1914. Memphis @entinues to be the most dangerous community to live in from the standpoint of assassination, and Reading, Pa., the safest. The tate) per 100,000 in Memphis was 72.2, ae against one per cent. in Reading. | New York has « murder rate of 6.1 per 100,000 and Chicago 9.1. Oharleston, 9. C., follows Memphis with a rate of 33.8 per 100,000, Obfoago had 217 murders last year, Now York 280, It is surprising to| learn that Philadelphia, with 4.6 and ite Quaker atmosphere, is higher than Boston with its 3.4 | That the South should lead in murder continues to be a reproach te the lower half of the United States. Much of the percentage is q@redited to negro troubles. The climate and centuries of individual insistence probably have more to do with it, coupled with whiskey @rinking and gun toting. Prohibition in the South prohibits no more than cleewhere. It was designed primarily to cut down the supplies | of the blecks and rougher classes. “Gentlemen” can still import their | Miquer in unlimited quantities, and too many hip pockets bulge with vevetvers. —<$—4— } * Mr, William Barnes's Albany Journal potnts out that the Proposition to ralee.§112,000,000 extra revenue for defense pur- poses ts equivalent to imposing a levy of $1.12 on every man, ‘woman and child in the United States. Which moves the Rye Chronicle to remark that there is no invidious comment from the same source on the action of the Barnes-Whitman Legis- Sature of 1915 in tmposing an steolutely unnecessary direct tax of $2.06 apon fan, woman and child in New York State. | Hits From Sharp Wits | ‘The happtest man at the wedding is she always hopes she'll have some in- the bride's father, who re-| teresting gossip about the people she se will have | worked for befor 4 A good fe @ great asset. But why does it #0 often, peraist on dwelling on the fool things a fellow has done?—Columbia Sti } Lots of men trust to luck to “make good" for them, <~* A man te wise in his own genera- tion when he doesn’t waste time in trying to combat the arguments of con- temporary foola—Philadelphia In- Ber Gat 9 man maken up bie mise that fa ignorant he has taken the toward acquiring wiedom.— . ‘When a woman hires a new servant | quirer. A Wife's Redress. ‘To the WAitor of The Drening World: Lread “A Wife's Complaint,” telling of @ bueband’s boast that he could ‘subjected to. I hope you will suc- fool any court into believing he sup- | ceed. ported his wife when he did not. AS| — podging Letter Ca your case. The clerk in charge will assign & probation officer to make an investigation of the conditions you are man with ten years’ experience in canes of this kind, t hope the followin will be of value to such @ wife: . if your husband thinks he ean fool the court, he is very much . I suggest KS mm dave & ous who will testify in your be- Mal ‘that you go to the Domestic Re- jations Court, No. 151 East | Fifty- seventh Street, New York, Explain Dollars and Sense w 'N an effort to convince the public ‘thet ite plea for a 6 cent fare is just, the Bay State Street Railway Company of Boston and vicinity has posted in its cars the following an- nouncethent: 20 YEARS OF BUYING. ‘The average wholesale price of all commodities reported by the Gov- ernment has increased ‘There is a class of pests, both male and female, that disappear from mid- December until after Jan. 1, meet letter carriers all over the city | at other times with the question, “Any mali for me?” But not during the holidays. I wonder why. LETTER CARRIER. w By H. J. Barrett tained with exactly half the effort required twenty years earlier, condl- tons have not changed. And that is the theory of the school which at- tributes increased prices solely to in- creased gold production. this were true, and all other conditions remained unchanged, certainly the street railway companies would be | justified in demandipg more gmoney | for their services, As a matter of fa: 4 PER CENT in (Based on 20 YEARS. Reports) te oe THE BAY STATE STREET RAIL- WAY COMPANY Js subject to these increased expenses too, The fare on its curs was 6 cents in 1895. And is 6 cents now, What ig the answer? Phat the cort of living has in- creased mightily during the past twenty years is indisputable, Most economists ag: that the principal camee of this upward trend in the moun! ia.» S é — eons) es Liga ad a dotar ts not | earned to-day with @ decrease of th amount of effort required commen. surate with the tncreage in cost of living. Wages and salaries have in-| creased, it is true, but they have not | kept pace with the steadily tncreasing | cost of living, Then what DOES become of the excess gold? You, Mr, Salarjed Man, | get some of it. But the major por- tion seems to be sidetracked some- where along the dine. Here ia a theory which has some supporters: “The era of huge private fortunes began in this country about 1890," says one school, “The forma- tion’ of the truste created scores of multi-inillionaire®; To-day 1 per cent, of our population possesses over one- half the total national wealth, “é W object of the dinner Judge Gary ra to Col. Roose- velt and a flock of plutocrate?” asked the head polisher. “Search me,” answered the laundry man. “There couldn't have been much polities in {t, because it is bad poll- tics for an active, practical politician to get into close public association with malefactors of great wealth, as Col. Roosevelt used to call them for publication. Private aasociation of that character is all right, but it Wasn't what we would call classy politica to invite the Colonel to a dinner . with representatives of $200,000,000,000, “However, inasmuch as @ national campaign {% approaching, the Colonel | deserves considerable attention, How are the Republicans going to get along without him? i “In 1912 Wilson got 6,293,000 votes, Taft got 3,484,000 votes and Roosevelt Bot 4,119,000 votes--700,000 more than Taft. Roosevelt and Taft together polled 7,603,000 votes, or 1,310,000 more than Wilson, “It is foollah to say that Roosevelt te a dead one, that bis Progressiv: Party is dead and that even if he ran independently again he wouldn't poll enough votes to put a dent in the out- come. Consider the case of William Jennings Bryan, In 1896, with the aid of the Peopfe’s Party, he polled 6,502,- 000 votes. An 1900 he dropped back to The Week’s Wash — By Martin Green — Copyright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Brentng World), HAT do you suppose wae the , United States rather than encourage 6,358,000 votes—more than Wilson got at that—and in 1908, when he ran the | The ladies met do want those little old 4,000,000 Roo: velt votes, With them they figur But, grer my audience, y can beat Wilson with any candi-/ ‘ken seats, Miss pashitie, etter | abe shoud swear off ont date, How they-are going to make Putting the dog out and let} ‘Ot how her neighbors A up with the Colonel and preserve their Cat in, called the meeting to in) and Ary. Kreme ot say delrespect Jaa puagle. Bur when you seml-oificlal manner. el tot te eh tem oner names come to think of it, self-respect vacdies, we should al Sweat of "And reform: owwelves January one. doesn’t take up much room in practi- 08 things on New aera i a a “| Miss Doolittle had hardly uttered | cal politics,” sald, “With your kind permission 1) ene final ine when Mra, Twilliger nnn shall read you several pooms in which | ange, very anery. ] {New te the Menu. 3 1 have outiined resolutions which |“. vey aid anybody drank beer!” | - should be adopted,’ she shouted. tare There being uo pronounced objec-|""tyou never?” asked Mies Doolittle, 6s OW do you like the Board of | on, Miss Doolittle reud the following | pointedly, ' H Health rule putting horse |e we mate, I never, The Kiink» . rain nk Ww) X meat on Father Kicker. | New Jeti, ove e.ann ty “We do not—I demand a retrac- bocker’s bill of fare?” asked the head sin" Stouts, wiv Shows gun ait the ume | tion," game from @ woman in the rear polisher. ary “iiotly's completion “changes, whe proved to be Mrs, Klink, ON ” | “She ought to let it be; “And Msten, you Doolittle person!" Not at all," replied the laundry ) yi romgta's yim wave be dint alder, | gnotited Mra, Kramer, “Who told you | man, ‘Horse meat may be nul ih 7 \P anid Mra, Botte had @ Jalicbira eon? | and ali that, but the idea of killing child, ‘Teaney Rickntta, It Sever onid that” horses for food will have a hard time Se eck oak ou “My son's never been tn jail!" Mrs, | gaining any popularity in New York. “Cows of hogs or sheep are born to idleness, Their place in the world has been definitely fixed for ay ry They are fattened for the slaughter and it is proper that they should be greatly increased gold production. If|'Through the operation of that. ins this were the only cause, however,!geniour conception, interest, these theoreticall the ied prices| fortunes are steadily Increasing.” would be iierely apparent, Ifu dot-| But all that the man In the street jar will buy Just half the amount of & @pecified conunodity in 1915 that it ‘would in 1496, but the dollar te knows Is that every time he pays his grocery Dill he feels as though he 9b- were iD the dentiat’e chair, a , abroad and hanker for it here, it would seem that we should try to educate them to the food of the , Club, the Spin a Yarn Club and other pWoria.s ing World Daily Magazine, Friday, December 24, By J. H. Cassel them to establish horse slaughter houses and horse meat markets in this community.” Qennrnnnnnnnnnnnnnns $ Statuary Acolians. $ Ont ." said the head polisher, that they are going to take Horace Greeley and his historic whiskers away from Printing House Squa and plant them at the Bat- ee “Well,” said the laundry man, "it's the logical site, It's the windiest place in town." LLABHLLE MAE DOO- LITTLE, the noted poetess E of Delhi, believes thor- oughly in the practice of turning over new leaves on New Year's Day. Last week she wrote| several poems setting forth her ideas | along thia line and read them to members of the Thread and Needle socal gossip organizations of Delhi, ‘at the Doolittle home When the ladies had arrived and tbe & damoingack hava It or she inn't fooling ‘the fellowy, When Miss Doolittle finished con- |"*Y bought 4 bit of red in his plac "Groogan may drink booze, Groogen, “! here hea! bia you. ‘The poctess read the following: M The Jarr Family — By Roy L. McCardell — Coprright, 1015, ty the Prens Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), R, BERRY, with a o that Is, he Mr, Jarr stock in a mauso- leum project—blandly ac- cepted the invitation to dinner that Mra, Jarr tendered him as a friend of the famtly (at least euch part of the family as was represented by Mrs. Jarr’s mother). Womaniike, Mrs. Jarr was in awe, tempered with admiration, of the great fetish Respectability. takers, doctors, walkers are all respectable, and hence Ellabelle Mae Doolittle By Bide Dudley Copyright, 1010, by the Prese Publishing Oo, (The New York Dreying World), to put up with him but me, Groogan alone! “As for my hair,” anapped Miss Weeps, it has only changed once and that was when I was sick. Also, those who think I’m trying to fool the fel- lows are pretty punk, I say.” Miss Doolittle had anticipated just ich @ situation as this. |one hand, she sald in a m “Ladies, to be non-poetical, please keep your goats tied up. I am to read you another poem, Listen: campaign all by himself andthe na-| in response to invitations sent out by] A certain lady {n our midet fieakt Sreanisation didn't do enough! the poetess. So much Interest was] , }t,not stove being criticiesd, | | Pttne Republican leaders don't want |@ttendance made it necessary to scat tz Oh al et i Roosevelt as their candidate, but they | throw open the Doolittle parlor. Tuay Geel Secu Betts sang out, “No ma‘am, he hasn't,” said Mra, Kramer, once, but that'a none of my bu = Miss Doolittle saw she'd have to “He was i: eaten, sternation broke loose, give up her effort to get the women “As long as @ horse is able to work| “I'd like to say,” came from Mrs.|to make resolutions, Opening the there is no call to the slaughter house | Moots, “that I don’t chew gum alt the for him. It 4s only when he is broken | time, neither, and, anyway, what I down and worn out that he is con-|do ls my own business, When the women had left the house fidered fit for food, That is the sen-| “As for my complexion,” Mrs, Holly| Miss Doolittle, considerably vexed, | Umental side of It As for the for- {almost shouted, ‘it's my own, and I) went upstairs and wrote a poem cignera who have learned to eat horse |can prove it by the druggist. T never | called “Shakespeare, the Ideal,” and gave it to Pete Scroggins, the negro who works for th: , the undertaker, ew undertaking— was trying to eell Under- wyers and floor- Leave Holding up 11d tone: It may eoothe 1n the penitentiary i= Doolittle It wes receive the adulation of the female mind. If we may digress, it may be briefly added that as the antithesis of the smug professions named, jani- tors, {ceamen, street car conductors and the average husband are among the types that the matronly mind does not consider wholly respectable, These are not quite lost, but they are under suspicion, Hence, Mr. Berry, respectable, and Mr. Jarr, an average husband, and not being quite #o respectable, eyed each other after dinner, each waiting for an opening—Mr, Berry to resume the subject of stock purchase in the mau- soleum project and Mr, Jarr to proffer @ line of conversation totally at vart- ance, Mr. Berry's mausoleum project be- ing a matter of dead stock, so to speak, turned Mr. Jarr’s mind to live stock. “And what's become of Clarence, your wonderfully intelligent horse?” The words “wonderfully intelligent” | were not intended as aatire, The memory of Clarence having kicked Mr. Berry through the plate glass window of that gentleman's establiah- ment upon one occasion, was sweet to Mr, Jarr as he gazed into the emug countenance of his vis-a-vis, “Clarence took to drink and be- came @ cause of scandal in my very genteel connection. I was obliged to let him go and he drifted into moving Picture acting, with some success, it 4s only fair to admit, I hear.” Mr. Jarr was interested indeed. He leaned forward listening eagerly, and Mr. Berry continued: “You know in our profession we are mot prone to criticise the fact that friends and relatives, under the re- action of strong emotional strain, are apt to pause at roadhouses for re- freshments and stimulation upon the return from the interment,” "Yes, yes, go on,” said Mr, Jarr, “First, in phe way perhaps of jocosity, the drivers would tempt Clarence, and at a time when be was everything @ well behaved young horse should be, to drink beer. In time he became addicted to beer. ‘This was all very well upon the re- tum from interments when Clarence would halt In front of various road- houses on the way from the ceme- tery and refuse to go on until he had @ bucket of beer, but when he would halt the cortege on the way to the eémetery and refuse to stir until he had his, well, vulgarly, his ‘growler,’ then I saw that Clarence and I had arrived at the parting of the ways. “I disposed of him to a milk dealer, ‘but unfortunately Clarence would only deliver milk at cafes and similar resorts. He finally drifted into film acting, where his convivial habits tend rather to add to the value of hia services.” Mr, Jarr was greatly interested and so are we, But it is a long story, medaa, # York Bvening World), 9 Most Men Still Believe in Santa Claus. JOME,” sald the Widow as the Bachelor followed her meekly through a masg of struggling humantty down an aisle of tinsel and artificial holly to @ particular couhter omblazoned with the enticing legend “Pretty Junk for Gentlemen,” “I want you to help me aettle the Eternal Question.” *q hope,” murmured the Bachelor hesitatingly as he tried to dodge the fatal end of an umbreila with dignity, “that it's not the sex question, or the | war question, or a question of capital |.“ It's all three,” broke in the Widow tragically, “Especially the question of capital and labor—hard, hard labor. I am trying to buy @ Christmas | present for a MAN, Mr. Weatherby, the nicest man in the world. “Oh,exclaimed the Bachelor, cowshing behind his hand and trying not ‘to look self-conscious, “that ought to be easy, Most men would be delighted | with almost anything, from—from"—— “Oh, dear,” groaned the Widow, “that’s what they all say, Ask any man what he wants for Christmas and he will say either ‘Oh, nothing,’ or ‘O) anything,’ and then resent it because you use your own Judgment and by him something he doesn't want and will never find any use for, Now 1: . for inatanoe,” and the Widow waved her fluffy muff toward the “Pretty Junk for Gentiemen,” “Is a display that ought to satisfy any masculine heart Come. Look it over and pick out something that you—that ‘the nicest war {n the world’ wold really Ike.” 6 Anns $ Presents for “a Full-Grown Man.” ; Rae | 6é v' complained the Bachelor modestly, trying to pe between a | B fat lady’s shoulder and a thin Indy’s paradise feathers, “it ts eo dif- ficult to see through eeven women and a footman and a Poodle dog”—— } “Not half so difficult,” broke in the Widow, “aa it is to see through one man and discover what he really wants for Christmas. No matter how you guess. you are certain to make @ mistake. If you choose gloves or scarfs, \they are sure to be the wrong size or the wrong color. If you pick out beautiful cane or a gold-headed umbrella, you discover afterward that ho never carries one. If you send him cigam, they are always the wrong brand. If you give him your photograph in a chased eliver framo, his sister or this mother will interpret it as a sign that you are making a ‘dead set’ for hima. | If you try to be original and get him something personal, he wonders {ft you are growing sentimental, Send him something simple and cheap, and you feel that he despiens it. Spend your last penny to get him something hand- some, and he decides that he has been giving you too much encouragemont and had better be a little cool in future”— | “Oh, well,” broke in the Bachelor, desperately, “why bother your I!ttle ‘head to give him ANYTHING? A full grown man always feels sort of em- barraased to receive eifts from a woman, anyway.” | “And hurt and unbappy tf he doesn't,” rejoined the Widow. “T know a man who always goes out the week before Christmas and orders a new atoc« of cravata, gtoves, hostery and cigars—in short, ali the necessities and luxuries which he can tmagine his wife bestowing on him at the Yuletite just in order to keep her from persecuting him with them. Yet he would cut to the heart {f she didn’t come around with some sort of tribute to hi+ , Yantty and sign of remembrance on Christmas morning. Men are just a lot of grown-up babies, anyway, and to his dying day every one of them believes in Santa Claus and would be highly astonished and incensed to be for- gotten by him.” | Ba A AAA AAR AANA ARRAY j H “Pretty Junk for Gentlemen.” $ f NAAARAAAAARRARPRPAODODIDDDANDDN IDNA 73 FLL,” said the Bachelor rest W “Pretty Junk for Gentlemen, ~ and the rat thing to es is something, for | ediy, gazing over the display of what must be, MUST be, I eup- ider, perhaps, ts the man. There ance,” and he pointed to a queer looking thing In aterling silver, “that would appeal to almost any man." “What IS it?” exclaimed the Widow, curiously, picking up the odd look- ing bit of silverware and turning it around. !—er—don't know." answered the Bachelor, vaguely, “but, anywat wouldn't have to WEAR it, nor SMOKE it, and—and you would ha satisfaction of feeling that you had given him #6mething original and per- jeonal, besides” — “Why, MR. Weatherby!" excinimed the Widow, dropping the thing tn sudden horror, “it's—I do believe {t's a—FLASK!" “Why—er—so it IS—n pocket flask,” murmured the Bachelor, reddening guiltily, “But this man for whom you are going to buy the Junk—er—the offering, is he a very near and dear friend?” | ‘Oh, very near—and very dear,” answered the Widow, glancing up @t the Bachelor. “Young or old?" continued the Bachelor, trying to conceal his eatin- faction, “Ob, middle aged, I should say,” answered the Widow, thoughtfully, The Bachelor winced. “And ts he tall and good looking and intellectual and athletic and"—— “Oh, ALL of those,” interrupted the Widow, pouncing with sudden eagerness upon a blus and gold amoking outfit and holding tt up for the Bachelor's inspection. “And here's just the thing I've been looking for. Isn't it perfectly sweet? “Per—pertectly,” answered the Bachelor, choking with dismay. “Bat— but would | HAVE to—would HE have to wear that embroidered fez and those gaud—gorgeous slippers and that cutey-cutey little smoking jacket with the tassels on it if you gave ft to me?" “To YOU, Mr. Weatherby!" exclaimed the Widow in freezing astonteh< ment. “Why, what on earth made you think it was for you? THIS present |{s for my brother Bob out in Arizona, I bought YOURS two months ago.” “Comhe,” sxid the Bachelor, huskily, as he wiped ‘his brow, grasped the Widow's arm and led her firmly away from tho “Pretty Junk for Gentlemen," “let's go and have a—have tea while we talk {t over, Poor old Bob.” And he heaved a sigh of pity—and relief, The Woman Who Dared | By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), OHAPTER XXXII. H, how I wished I might talk te | Haskall of the boy, his cun- ning ways, and sweet dispost- tion, But I had not mentioned him excepting once when Haskall gave me 8 found Erle Lucknow's message en- closed 1 was happy. Not at the gift, although they were lovely, but that Eric had thought of me, T told Haskall he had sent them, but to my surprise he only grunted some- thing about a fool and his money and made no other remark. Christmas day came and with it our dinner guests. We had a vory enjoyable dinner, ‘The cook had made @ special effort to please Haskall and had succeeded admirably. He was in excellent humor, 0, “That will be yours each month. If you choose to spend it on some other woman's child, that's your own look- out. But don’t ask for any more for you won't get it,” he told me. “Tt will be plenty, thank yo! After dinner he and you would see him Haskell, Mr, Larkin repaired to the library to | ieee be 4p nob annoy mae wyilhs aust talk and smoke, and I took Mrs. Lar~ ase do no kt o my id tole 1 Veale eet ee Tey had not | Kin UP to my room pnd told her all about Clara Mullen and her baby. That L was taking care of him, how cunning he was, even that | was ing to take the little Christmas* tr | again mentioned the child to him, “What shall we do for Christmas, | Haskall?"I asked @ day or two after- ward, “Wouldn't it be nice to have! she had so admired at dinnet the Larkins in to dinner? And any! tho next day. But I sald nothing ce one else you would lik the note I had given Haskall, nor of “Yes,” he agreed. “Have the Lar-/any part he had in the affair kins but no one cise, I want to have} “Won't you take me with you?" @ good talk with Larkin, and Christ-Igno asked. ‘I have an attic full of mas Will be as good a time as any." toys and things { y | So it was settled, Mrs, Larkin ac-| wore my boy's, Haskall if I might | | cepted, and 1 ask two reasons. One that I had no really intimate friends, the other I | had no money, and would not ask Haskall to give me any for that pur- pose, But this year I had determined to give both Mrs. Larkin and Nell La- mar something, So I dld a centre- piece and doylies land a scart | for Mra, Lark pretty rattle and made him som toys beuside: trifling remembrance. These con- stituted my Christmas gifts, Nothing for the servants, Haskall attended to that, He always had, | As you can imagine, Christmas had meant little to me, loss than it does to most people no matter what their cir- cumstances, Yet this year my heart was full of joy, I had the baby to look after, I was almost well again, and when the day before Christmas big box of gorgeous American Beaut; monte were gemt 40 may form and litue and gave Mrs, Clark a early and we w order a tiny Christmas tree for the priate things he needs, | table decoration, He consented, and 4 crib, bring the I ordered a lovely one with the one wo'll take over, | thought in mind that I would take 1t|" What could Haskall be doing that over to the baby the next day, ho would spend all the afternoon talk- As always I felt depressed at the| ing business? Some new deal, prob- holiday time, I never mado gifts for)abiy, by which he hoped to make more money, I thought bitterly, Money bad brought me so little happiness that I ko ked upon it rather scorn- tully. | Soon after we joined the gentlemen the carol singers stopped under the windows and sang for me. Haskall openod the window and boih he and Mr, Larkin threw out silver to them, They sang for some time, and then, Jas thoy left us, Mr. and Mrs, Larkin also went away, leaving Haskall and I alone. I had determined to tell Haskall my business plans immediately after the first of the year, but he had been so pleasant, so more thaa usually amenable all day, T told then, IT tad expected oppositic rouble, but even knowing him as T did Chad not looked for the storm of reproa the vituperation with which ne met my disclosure. — Go Be Continue, ‘ *