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Show She came Into the room and heiself. "Won't you stop, she please, for a moment, longer? said. "I hope that, at, least, we can part without bitterness. I understand now that everything is over between us. A woman's vanity makes her belief that a man cares for her die hard. I am convinced now I assure you, I am. I shall trouble you no more about the past But I have the right to ask you to hear me when I say that Langdon came, and that I myself sent him away; sent himback to bis wife. said I, "Touching ironically. I cannot claim "No, she replied. any credit. I sent him away only because you and Alva had taught me how to judge him better. I do not despise him as do you; I know too well what has made him what be Is. But I bad to send him away. My comment was ah incredulous look and shrug. "I must be going, I said. "You do not believe me? she asked. In my place, would you believe? replied I. You say I have taught you. Well, you have taught me, too for instance, that the years youve spent on your knees in the musty temple of conventionality before false gods have made you fit only for the Langdon sort of thing. You cant learn how to stand erect, and your eyes cannot bear the light. I am sorry, she said, slowly, hesitatingly, that your faith In me died just when I might, perhaps, have justified It. Ours has been a pitiful series of misunderstandings. "A trap! A trap! I was warning Youve been a fool long myself. And aloud I said: enough, Blacklock. "Well, Anita, the series Is ended now. Theres no longer any occasion for our lying or posing to each other. Any arrangements your uncles lawyers suggest will be made." I was bowing, to leave without But she shaking hands with her. would not have It so. "Please! she said, stretching out her long, slendef arm and offering me her hand. What a devil possessed me that day! With every atom of me longing for her, I yet was able to take her hand and say, with' a smile, that was, I doubt not, as mocking as my tone: By all me. seated Vy DAVID GBAHAM PHILLIPS, Author (c&y&tz'r sos ij jv bqbbs rwscz of 77JFCQSTMc win. My long, steady stretch In that company had put stealthy .MY RIGHT EYE OFFENDS ME. me in theand sinuous slate of mind in which it is Next day Langdon's stocks wavered, to credit any human being going up a little, going down a little, Impossible with a motive that is decent or an acsame the at figures practically closing tion that is not a dead fall. Thus the at which they had opened. Then obvious transformation in her made sprang my sensation that Langdon no Impression on me. Her haughtiaud his particular clique, though they controlled the Textile Trust, did not ness, her coldness, were gone, and own so much as of its vot- with them had gone all tfiat had been stock. True "captains of indus- least like her natural self, most like ing the repellent conventional pattern to try" that they were, they made their XXXII. 1 one-fiftiet- profits not out of dividends, but out of side schemes that absorbed about of the earnings of the Trust, and out of gambling in its bonds aud stocks. 1 said in conclusion: "The largest owner of the stock is 'Walter G. Edmunds, of Chicago an honest man. Send your voting proxies to him, and he can take the Textile company away from those now plundering it. As the annual election of the Trust was only six weeks away, Langdon and his clique were in a panic. They rtmhed into the market and bought frantically, the public bidding against them. Langdon himself went to Chicago to reason with Edmunds that Is, to try to find out at what figure he could be bought. And so on, day after day, I faithfully reporting to the public the main occurrences behind the scenes. The Langdon attempt to regain control by purchases of stock failed. He and his allies made what must have been to them appalling sacrifices; but even at the high prices they offered, comparatively little of the stock appeared. Ive caught them, suid I to Joe the first time, and the last, during that campaign that I Indulged in a boast. "If Edmunds sticks to you," replied cautious Joe. Hut Edmunds did not. I do not know at what price he sold himself. Probably it was pitifully small; cupidity usually snatches the instant bait tickles Us nose. But I do know that my faith In human nature got Its severest shock. Fortunately, Edmunds had held out, Dr, rather, Langdon had delayed approaching him, long enough for me to gain my main point. The uproar over the Textile Trust had become so great that the national department of commerce dared not refuse an Investigation; and I straightway began to spread out in my daily letters the facts of'the trust's euormous earnings and of the shameful sources ci those earnings. in the midst of. the adulation, of the blares upon the trumpets of fame that saluted my waking and were wafted to me as I fell asleep at night in the midst of all the turmoil, I was often in a great and brooding silence, longing for her, now with the imperious energy of passion, and now with the sad ache of love. What was ehe doing? What was she thinking? Now that Langdon had again played her false for the old price, with what yes was she looking Into the future? Alva, settled In a West Side apartment not far from the ancestral white elephant, telephoned, asking me to come. I went, because she could and would give me news of Anita. Hut as I entered her little drawing-room- , said: "It was curiosity that brought me. I wished to see how you were Installed." "Isnt It nice and small?' cried she. "Billy and I haven't the slightest difficulty in finding each other as pimple so often have in the big houses." And It was Billy this and Billy that, and what Billy said aud thought and felt and before they were married, she hud called him William, and had declared "Billy" to be the most offensive com bination of letters that ever fell from human lips. 1 needn't ask if you are happy." said I presently, with a dismal failure at looking cheerful. "1 can't stay but had a moment." I added, and if obeyed my feelings, Id have risen up and taken myself aud my pain away from surroundings as hateful to me as a summer sunrise In a two-third- s 1 1 death-chambe- "Oh!" she exclaimed, in some conAnd she fusion. "Then excuse me. hastened from, the room. I thought she had gone to order, or perhaps to bring, the tea. The long minutes dragged away until ten had passed. Hearing a rustling In the hall, 1 rose, Intending to take leave the inThe rustling stant she appeared. stot pod just outside. I waited a few seconds, cried: "Well, I'm off. Next time 1 want to be alone. I'll know where to come," and advanced to the door. It was not Alva hesitating there; it 'as Anita. "I beg your pardon, said I, coldly. If there had been room to pass 1 should have gone. What devil possessed me? Certainly In all our relations I had found her direct and frank, if anything, too frank. Doubtless It was the influence :f my associations down town, where for so many months I had been dealing with the "short-car- d crowd of high, finance, who would hardly play the game straight even when that as the easy way Ui which her mother and her associates ha.d molded her. But I was saying to myself: "A trap! Langdon baa gone back to his wife. She turns to me." And I loved her and ' hated her. "Never, thought I, "has she shown so poor an opinion of me as now." My uncle told roe day before yesterday that it was not he but you," he said, lifting her eyes to mine. It Is Inconceivable to me now that I could have misread their honest story; yet I did. I had no Idea your uncle's notion of honor was also eccentric," said I, with a satirical smile that made the blood rush to her face. "That Is unjust to him, she replied, earnestly. "He says he made you no promise of secrecy. And he confessed to me only because he wished to convince me that he had good reason for bis high opinion of you." And "Really! said I, Ironically. no doubt he found you open wide to This a subtlety to conviction now. YOU DO NOT BELIEVE MET let her know that why she was seeking me. "No," she answered, lowering her I knew better than he. eyes. For an Instant this, spoken In a voice I had long given up hope of ever beating from her, staggered my cynBut ical conviction. Possibly she thinks she is sincere, reasoned my head with my heart; even the sincer-es-t women, brought up a was she, always havj the calculator underneath; they deny it, they don't know it often, but there It is; with them, calculation as is as involuntary and automatic their pulse. So. I said to her, mockingly: "Doubtless your opinion of me has been improving steadily ever since ou heard that Mrs. Laugdon had recovered her husband." She winced, as If I had struck her. "Oh! she murmured. If she had been the ordinary woman, who In every crisis with man instinctively resorts to weakness' strongest weakness, tears, I might have a different story to tell. But she fought back the tears in which her eyes were swimming and gathered herself together. "That is brutal, she said,, with not a touch of haughtiness, but not humbly, either. "Hut I deserve It. There was e time, I went on, swept In a swiP irrent.of cold rage, "there was a time when I would have taken you on almost any terms. A man never makes a complete fool of himself about a woman but once In his life, they say. I have done my stretch and It is over. She sighed wearily. "Langdon came to see me soon after I left your house, I and wen to my uncle, she said. will tell you what happened. "I do not wish to hear, replied I, addiLg pointedly, 1 have been watting ever since you left for news of your plans. She grew white, and my heart smote I undertsood SHE ASKED. means let us be friends. And I trust yjiu will not think me discourteous If I say that I shall feel safer In our friendship when we are both on neutral ground." As I was turning away, her look, my own heart, made me turn again. I caught her by the shoulders. I gazed into her eyes. "If I could only trust you. could only believe you! I cried. "You cared for me when I wasn't worth It, she said. "Now that I am more like what you once Imagined me, you do not care. Up between us rose Langdons face cynical, mocking, contemptuous. "Your heart Is his! You told me so! Don't lie to me!" I exclaimed. And before she could reply, 1 was gone. Out from under the spell of her presence, back among the tricksters and assassins, the traps and ambushes of Wall street, I believed again; believed firmly the promptings of the devil that possessed me. She would have given you a brief foods paradise," said that devil. Then what a hideous And I cursed the day awakening! when New Yorks insidious snobbishness had tempted ray vanity into starting ma on that degrading chase after respectability. "If she does not move to free herself soon. said I to myself, "I will put my own lawyer to work. My right eye offends me. I will pluck it out "The Seven, of course, controlled directly, or Indirectly, all but a few of the newspapers with which I ihad ad-They also con vertislng contracts. trolled the main sources througl which the press was supplied with news and often and well they had used this control, and S'Uprisiugly cautious bad they been not so to abuse It that the editors aud the public would become suspicious. When my war was at Its height,- - when I was beginning to congratulate myself that the huge magazines of "The Seven were empty almost to the point at which they must sue for peace on my own terms, all In four days 43 of my 67 newspapers and they the most Important notified me that they would no longer carry out their contracts to publish my daily letter. They gave as their reason, not the real one, fear of The Seven," but fear that I would involve them In ruinous libel suits. I who had legal proof for every statement made; I who was always careful to understate! Next, one press association after another ceased to send out my letter as news, though they had been doing so regularly for months. The public had grown tired of the "sensation, they said. I countered with a telegram to one or more newspapers In every city and large town In the United States: The Seven are trying to cut the wires between the truth and the public. If you wish my daily letter, telegraph me direct and I will send It at my expense. The response should have warned But It did not Under The Seven. their orders the telegraph companies refused to transmit the letter. I got an Injunction. It was obeyed in typical, corrupt corporation fashion they sent my matter, but so garbled that It I appealed to the was unintelligible. courts. In vain. To me, It was clear as sun In cloudless noonday sky that there could be but one result of this Insolent and despotic denial of my rights and the rights of the people, this- public confession of the truth of my charges, I turned everything salable or mortgageable Into cash, locked the cash up In my private vaults, and waited for the cataclysm. Ap Thursday Friday Saturday. parently all was tranquil; apparently the people accepted the Wall street theory that I was an exploded sensation." The Seven" began to preen themselves; the strain upon them to maintain prices, if no less than for three months past, was not notably greater; the crisis would pass, I and my exposures would be forgotten, the routine of reaping the harvests and leaving only the gleanings for the sowers would soon be placidly resumed. Sunday. Roebuck, taken ill as he was passing the basket in the church of which he was the shining light, died at midnight a beautiful, peaceful death, they say, with his daughter reading the Bible aloud, and his lips moving In prayer. Some hold that had he lived, the tranquillity would have continued; but this Is the view of those who cannot realize that the tide of affairs Is no more controlled by the great men than Is the river led down to the sea by its surface flotsam, by which we measure the speed and direction of Its current. Under that terrific tension, which to the shallow seened a calm, something had to give way. If the dam had not yielded where Roebuck Btood guard, it must have yielded somewhere else, or might have gone all In one grand crash. Monday. You know the story of the artist and his Statue of Grief how he molded the features a hundred times, always failing, always ratting an anticlimax, until at last In t.espalr he gave up the Impossible and finished the statue with a veil over the face. I have tried again and again to assemble words that would give some not loo Inadequate impression of that tremendous week In which, with a succession of explosions, each like the crack of doom, the financial structure that housed 80,000,000 of people burst, colI lapsed, was engulfed. I cannot. must leave It to your memory or your imagination. For years the financial leaders, crazed by the excess of power which the people had in ignorance and and slovenly permitted them to acquire, had been tearing out the honest foundations on which alone so vast a structure can hope to rest solid and secure. They had been substituting rotten beams painted to look like stone and iron. The crash had to come! the sooner, the better when a thing is wrong, each days delay compounds the cost of righting it So, with all the horrors of Wild Week in mind, all Its physical and mental suffering, all its ruin and rioting and bloodshel, I still can insist that I am Justly proud of my share in bringing It about. The blame and the shame are wholly upon those who made Wild Week necessary and inevitable. In catastrophes, the cry is Each for himself!" But In a cataclysm, the obvious wise selfishness is generosity, Stand together, for, and the cry is: This was a catasingly, we perish. clysm. No one could save himself, often-urge- d except the few who, taking my exammy and advice following ple. had entered the ark of ready money. Farmer and artisan and professional man and laborer owed merchant; merchant owed banker; banker owed depositor. No one could pay because no one could get what was du him or could realize upon his property. The endless chain of credit that binds together the whole of modern society had snapped In a thousand places. It must be repaired, instantly and securely. But how and by whom? (To be Continued.) good-natur- e CHAPTER XXXIII. WILD WEEK. The Seven" made their fatal move on Updegraff's advice, I suspect But they would not have adopted his suggestion had It not been so exactly congenial to their own temper of arrogance and tyranny and contempt for the people who meekly, year after Life Is like sea water; it never gets year, presented themselves for the the shearing with fatuous bleats cf quite sweet until it is draws up into heaven. Richter. it no batter property thee a poo4 fr Thera piece et jewelry or e seed watch. Ttt M I can leva yourtelf ell anxiety by buying direct from ut. Our guarantees are absolute, end we ere glad te have inquiries HIS VOICE made. In the cellar stood Bertha, cream pitcher in hand. In quest of cream fot breakfast, she 170 had stopped, MAIN transfixed by the SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH sounds appalling which pierced through the cellat Game of Chance. walls. Good negatives are very largely a For reasons matter of accident, writes Giles Edger-towhich doubtless Given the utin the Craftsman. could be scientifi- most care and wisdom in the selection cally explained, of subjects and time, it Is nevertheless the song emanat- true that the novice may secure with ing from a young his kodak a more artistic negative man in the front than the trained veteran, and that the room of the hous6 veteran himself will get the most next door, while artistic negatives largely as a result it could be heard of chance. in ' all parts of The Best Man. Berthas home, full-est-Best The Man, by Harold Mcburst forth in volume Grath, published by the Bobbs-Mer-ricompany, Indianapolis, is a neatly through the stone foundations in a printed book which contains three way both sepul- tales which do not deal with wedchral and comic. dings, as the title might indicate, but Bertha did not are stories of politics, of ambition and know whether tc of love. It is true the finish of each to of them finds a wedding in prospect affected be tears or laughter, and In each the best man wins the but. as she had fair lady, despite the scheming of rivbeen on the verge als and ambitious parents. The Best for Man is written In Mr. McGraths best of collapse weeks, the tears manner, and can not fail to help the while prevailed and she lovers of good, clean fiction leaned against the away a few very pleasant hours. cold stone wall to Quinine in Sunflower. weep. An eminent Spanish scientist has When she to the made the recent discovery that the breakfast room sunflower yields a splendid febrifuge where the family that can be used as a substitute for years ago was assembled, quinine. More thanto ten the Therapeutical reported her father could Paris with relation to the be heard grumb Society of You Can Be same subject. Accordingly the sunflowTom Trusted. lingly: er should not only by its growing exGoodloe is In pretty business disturb ert effect, but ing the peace of the neighborhood this also great a which Is used ad product yield tc way every morning. He deserves vantageously in all fevers. be muzzled." Riley, the Peoples Poet. Tom had told Bertha often that he Morning, a collection of poems could not afford to marry on his written by James Whitcomb Riley, the present salary, yet now he was rush Hoosier poet, has just been published ing headlong toward matrimony with by the Bobbs-Merril- l company, India the music teacher, regardless of con- napolis. It is a tastily printed little sequence. Bertha was so nervous that volume, the poems all being new ones she took frequent walks in the park never before presented to the pub to ease her feelings. lie, and are of the kind that appea-tShe was sitting on a bench one day the every-daman, for James Whit when she was accosted by the music comb Riley Is essentially the poet oi teacher with a demand for a few min- the people, and his are the songs ol utes' conversation. eternal youth. This little volume Tom Goodloe, began the music should be In the home of every lovei teacher, used to be fond of you and of the good, the true and the beauti now I want you to coax him back. He ful. has proposed to me and will not be Sea Trout Fattened. refused, he says, unless I confess that A sea trout was caught at Aberdeen I love another. Well, I do; but to confess It to Tom Is impossible, because recently, ythlch swam 120 miles in 49 to have the engagement known now days, and doubled its weight on the way. It was marked and put into the might injure the prospects of my intended husband, who is studying for Coquet in Northumberland, and when was the operatic stage. He writes the recaught at Aberdeen, Its length not increased. Its rapid gain in weight most pathetic letters, begging me to due to corpulence. take pity on his lonliness and marry being him. But we must wait until he has The Bible as Good Reading. proved himself a success, as I shall We have always contended that the convince him when he comes here Bible was the most interesting readnext week for his vacation. When he of any book we have ever read. ing arrives, I shall have my hands full In this opinion we now have the supwithout Tom. to complicate the situaof a United States senator, Albert port tion." J. Beveridge of Indiana, whose book, And you The Bible as Good Bertha's eyes flashed. Reading, has just made Tom a neighborhood jest for the been published by Henry Altemus sake of the few dollars you received Whoever company, of Philadelphia. for his Instruction! she cried. has neglected the reading of his Bible A poor music teacher must hold will find in this book a valuable guide her pupils as best she can, returned to the interesting portions of that I have no other her former rival coolly. Book, and whoever reads what father and brother to support me as Senator Beveridge has to say will be you have. If I have not taught Tom sure to read his Bible also. to sing Ive made him a more tractable man than he was when puffed up by Wooden Soldiers Found In Egypt. i Among the your adoration. objects found in recent Bertha rose, disdaining a reply, but excavations in Egypt was a whole she heard the music teacher say: My company of wooden soldiers fifteen . secret is safe with you, I am sure. Inches high. Now that you know I will not have The Essence of Dullness. Tom Goodloe you can be trusted to It Is true, no doubt, that many learndo the rest. ed people are dull; but there Is no InWhile Bertha was forgiving Tom fos dication whatever that they are dull his period of hallucination he was, as because they are learned. True dullness is seldom acquired; It is a naturthe music teacher had predicted, so Bertha worked out an al grace, the manifestations of which, idea which had occurred to her in one however modified by education, remain in substance the same. Fill a of the dark hours which she disliked dull man to the brim with knbwledge, to recall. She induced Tom to try and he will not become less dull, as comic songs, and his imitable accent the enthusiasts for education vainly and poses soon gained him a reputaimagine; but neither will he become tion. duller. He will remain In essence what One morning at the railroad office he always has been and must where he was employed he was amus- have been. But whereas always his dullness ing his fellow clerks with a funny would, if left to itself, have been song. The applause was at its height merely vacuous, have become, when the general manager walked in under careful cultivation, pretentious and Tom and the tumult suddenly and pedantic. Balfour. ceased. In the afternoon a letter lay on Russian Yellow Journalism. Toms desk, which had an ominous Since the appearance of the cholera look. The young man opened it nerv- In Russia the Russkoye Zuamia, the ously, fearing to find himself, discharg- organ of the union Of Russian men, ed. But the letter proved to be an has daily been publishing articles acinvitation to favor the general man- cusing the Jews and the constitutional ager and a party of friends with song? democrats of preparing poisonous syrat a dinner that evening. inges for inoculating the people with The day after the dinner Tom said chorela virus, according to the methI am now in a position to od of the anarchist Krapotkin. to Bertha: marry whenever you set the day. They have made me a sort of soliciting Typhoid Preventive. It has been estimated that typhoid freight agent It will be my work to 0 get hold of big shippers who are in fever costs the United States a year. It is within the power town and give them a good time, securing business for our road inciden- of every ?amily to do something totally. The boys call it being trans- ward cutting down the grand total of ferred from the labor squad to the expense, and toward avoiding bearing - . force of entertainers. The general a proportion of It. I have strong social manager says Gathering Ostrich Feather. qualifications. Ostrich feathers can be taken every Meaning your voice, said Bertha, eight months. The plumes are not, happily. as some suppose, pulled, but are cut He thinks m comic with "Exactly. a sharp knife. The stumps with-e- r " are . for business songs good and fall out SI n, ll Mon-corv- fever-dispellin- g y . $200.-000,00- . o |
