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Show rr - T 4 V n . hm me. ftfce came Into the room and seated herself. "Won't you stop, pteass, for a moment longer?" ahe said. T hope that, at. least, we can part without bltteruesa. 1 understand now that everything is over between us. A womana vanity makes her belief that a man caret fur her die hard. km convinced now 1 assure you, I km. 1 shall trouble you no more about the past. But 1 have tke right to ask you to hear me when I say that Langdun came, and that I myself sent him away; sent him back to bis wife. said I, "Touching ironically. "No, she replied.- T cannot claim any credit. I sent him away only because you and Alva had taught me how to Judge him belter. I do not despise him as do you; 1 know too well what has made him what be Is. Bit 1 bad to send him away. My comment was an Incredulous look and shrug. "I must be going, I aid. You do not believe me? she asked. "In my place, would you believe?" replied L "You say 1 have taught you. Well, you have taught me, too for Instance, that the years yon'vs spent on your knees In the musty temple of conventionality before false gods have made you lit only for the Langdon sort of thing. You cant learn how to stand erect, and your eyes cannot bear 1 HE DELUG By DAVID GRAHAM PIHLL33, Author of THFOQSCMcr xtnrL-'- j (panxfiT J'Jos' to iM sctaas-i.rrsc- XXXlI. ."MY RIGHT EYE OFFENDS ME.". Next day Langduns stocks wavered, going up a little, going down a little, cloning at practically the same figure at whlcli they had oiiened. Then 1 aprang my sensation that Langdou and hla particular clique, though they controlled the Textile Trout, did not of ita votown ao much aa ing atock. True "captains of Indua-tr- y that they were, they made their proBta pot out of dividend, but out of aide acbeinea that absorbed about a of the of the earning Truat, and nut of gambling In it a bond and atocka I auld la conclu-alon- : one-flftlet- h two-tblrd- 'The largeat owner of the atock la Waller G. Edmunds, of Chicago an honest man. Send your voting proxiea to him, and he can take the Textile company away from those now plundering it." Aa the annual election of the Truat waa only alx week away, and hla clique were In a panic. They rushed Into the market and bought frantically, the public bidding ngalnal them. Langdnn hlmaelf went to Chicago to reason with Edmunds that Is, to try to find out at what figure be could be bought And an on, day after duy, I faithfully reixirtlng to the public the main occurrences behind the scenes.. The Langdnn attempt to regain control liy purchases of stock failed. He and hi allien made what must have to them appalling sacrifices; bill even at the high prices they offered, comparatively little of the stock appeared. I've caught them, said I to Joe the flrat time, and the last, during that campaign that 1 Indulged In n boast. "If Edmunds sticks to you, replied cautious Joe. Hut Edmunds did not. I do not know at what price lie sold him-eir- . Probably It waa pltirully small; cupidity usually snatches the Insinnt twit tickles Its nose. But I do know that my faith In human nature got its overeat shock. Fortunately, Edmunds had held out, r, rather, Langdnn had delayed approaching him, long enough fur me to gain my main point. The uproar over the Textile Trust had become so great that the national department of dared wot' refuse an Investigation; and I straightway began to aprend out In my dally letters the facts of the trust's enormous earnings and of the shameful sources cl those earnings. In the midst of the adulation, or the blares upon the trumpets of famo that saluted my waking and were wafted to me aa I fell asleep at night In the midst of all the turmoil. 1 was often In a great and brooding sllonce, longing for her, now with the Imperious energy of passion, and now with the ead ache of love. What waa ahe doing? What waa she thinking? Now that Iwngdon had again played her false for the old price, with what eyes was ahe 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 newa of Anita. But as I I entered her little drawing-room- . said: It waa curloatiy that brought me. 1 wished to see how you were Installed. "Isnt It nice and small? cried she. ."Billy and I haven't the slightest dim culty In finding curb other ns people so often have In the big houses." And it was Billy this and Billy that, and what Billy said and thought and fell and before they were married, she had called him William, and had declared "Billy" to be the most offensive coin blaatlun of letters that ever fell from human lips. T needn't ask If you are happy. aid I presently, with a dismal failure I can't stay hut at looking cheerful. a moment, I added, and if 1 had obeyed my feelings. I'd hsve risen up and taken myself and my pain away from aurroundlngs aa hateful to me aa a summer sunrise la a z win. My long, steady streleh In that stealthy and sinuous company had put me In the state of mind in which It Is impossible to credit any human being or an acwith n motive that Is tion that I not a dead fall. Thus the obvious transformation In her made no impression on me. Her haughtiness, her coldness, were gone, and with them had gone all that had been least like her natural self, most like (he reielli!nt conventional pattern to which her mother mid her associates had molded her. But I was saying to inyself: "A trap! lengdon has gone back to his wife. She turns to me. And 1 loved her and hated her. "Never, thought I, has she shown so poor an opinion of me as now," "My uncle told me day before yesterday that It was not he but you," lie 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 uncles notion of honor wss also eccentric," said I, with a satirical smile that made the blood rush to her face. That la unjust to him," ahe replied, earnestly. "He says he made you no promise of secrecy. And he confessed to me only because be wished to convince me that he had good reason for his high opinion of you." "Really! said I, Ironically. "And no doubt he found you open wide to conviction now." This n subtlety to . the light" "I am sorry," she said, slowly, hesi- tatingly, that your faith In me died juat when I might, perhaps, hsve justified it Ours has been a pitiful series of misunderstandings. "A trap! A trap! I was warning myself. "You've been a fool long And aloud I said; enough, Blocklock. "Well, Anita, the series Is ended now. There's no longer any occasion for our lying or posing to each other. Any arrangements yodr uncles lawyers suggest will be made. I was bowing, to leave without shaking hands with her. But she would not have It so. "Please! she said, stretching out her long, slender 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, aa mocking as my tone; By all b;-e- n coin-"tnerc- e death-chambe- r. Oh!" she exclaimed, In some conThen excuse me. And she fusion. hastened from the room. 1 thought she had gone to order, or perhaps to bring, the tea. The Inns minutes dragged away until ten had passed. Hearing a rustling in the hall. I rose, Intending to take leave the inThe rustling stant she appeared. Stopped just outside. 1 waited a few seconds, cried: "Well. I'm off. Next time 1 waul to be alone. I'll kn nv where to come, and advanced t the door. It was not Alva hes!!;ii!n there; It was Anita. i beg your pardon, said I, coldly. room to pass I If Lhern bad n rhnuld have gone. What dPiil possessed me? Certainly In 11 our rotations 1 had found her direct and frank, if anything, too frank. Doubt lows r was the Influence A my a social Ion down town, where for so many ninn'li "short-card- " 1 had been dealing with the crowd of high finance, who would hardly rlay the game rtraUM even when that aa the easy way to Iv.-c- "V TOU DO NOT BELIEVE ME let her know that I undertsood why she was seeking me. "No," she answered, lowering eyes. T knew better than he." For an inatant this, spoken In a voice 1 had long given up hope of ever hearing from her, staggered my cynBut ical conviction. Possibly she thinks she Is sincere," reasoned my head with my heart; even the slncere est women, brought up as was she, always hav: the calculator uuderneath; they deny it. they don't know It often, but there It Is; with them, calculation as U a involuntary and automatic their pulse." So. 1 said to her, mockingly: "Doubtless your opinion of me has been improving steadily ever since had reyou heard that Mrs. covered her husband." She winced, as ir I had srruck her. Oh!" she murmured. If she had been the ordinary woman, who In every crisis with man Instinctively resorts weakness, to weakness strongest tears, 1 might have a different story to tell. Hut she fought hack the tear in which her eves were swimming and gathered herself together. "That Is brutal." she said, with not a touch of haughtiness, but not humbly, either. "Hut 1 deserve 'There was e time." 1 went on. swept in a swll 'V Trent of cold rage, "there was a tin: when 1 would have taken you on almost any terms. A ii'iu never makes a complete fool of himself about a woman hut once In his life, they say. I have done my stretc- h- md It is over." She sighed wearily. "Langdon came to see me soon arter I left your house. i.nl wont to my uncle," she satJ. "I will t'll you what happened. I so not wish to hear," replied I. addli-pointedly. "1 hav bean waiting eec since you left for news of your plain. iha grew white, and my heart smote It-- BIIE ASKED. means let us be friends. And I trust you will not think me discourteous If I ay that I shall feel safer in our friendship when we are neutral both on ground. Aa I waa turning away, her look, my own heart, made me turn again. I caught her by the shoulders. I Into her eyes. "If I could only trust you. could only bellere 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 face cynical, mocking, contemptuous. "Your heart is his! You told me so! Don't He to me!" I exclaimed. And before she could reply. I was gone. r gH ('tit from iL undi-- spell jjer presence, back among the tricksters nnd assassins, the trails and ambushes of Wall street, I believed again; believed flrntly the promptings of the devil that possessed me. "she would have given you a brief fool's paradise," said that devil. Then what a hideous awakening!" And I cursed ;!)ft day when New York's Insidious snobbishness had tempted my vanity into tart ins me on that degrading cling.; 3fter respectability' "If ahe docs not move to hermyroir, "i wj work. My right will pluck it out to self soon." said put my own lawyer to 1 eye offends me. 1 "The Seven," of course, controlled, directly, or Indirectly, all but a few 4 the newspapers with which 1 had adj vertlslng contracts. They also con trolled the main sources through which the press was supplied with news anil often and well they had used (his control, and surprisingly cautious had they been not so to abuse it that the editors and the public would become suspicious. When my war was at its. height, when I was beginning to congratulate myself that the huge magaslnes of "The Seven were empty almost to the point at which they must sue for peace on my own terms, all In four days 41 of my 67 newspapers and they the most Important notified me that they would no longer carry out their contracts to publish my dally letter. They gave as their reason, not the real one, fear of 'The Seven, but fear that 1 would Involve them In ruinous libel suits. I who had legal proof for every statement I made; I who was always careful to understate! Next, one press association after another ceaaed 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 bitween the truth and the public. If you wish my dally letter, telegraph me direct and I will send it at my expense. The response should have warned "The Seven." But It did not. Under 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 wss unintelligible. I appealed to the courts. In vain. To me, it waa clear as sun In cloud-los- s 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 1 waa an "exploded sensa"The Seven" began to preen tion. themselves; the strain upon them to maintain prices. If no leas than for three months past, was not notably greater; the crisis would pass, I and my exposure would be forgotten, the routine of reaping the harvests and leaving only the gleanings for the sowers would soon be placidly re- Thar H M pi I h I batter property tbae s at jewelry r a gri wateh. pd tw all aastety by baying ywrolf Oar gaaroat a. Street tram absolute, and w are glMI are ta bare laqairtea with Cncithy' Cupyris 101: by Byron W1 Alone. "Hsin't you got no srantlms. Willie?" a little lilt o' boy. IJsped At tli sobbing of a gamin BOBBING in a world of Joy! d on tin greensward. Lay ths waif In sorrow's storm: Hushed and wonder-eyeth children Plucked about his wueping form! Broken-hearte- d, Ilaln't you got no grandma, Wtllle? Is sh vlsntln' today? Grandma always kisses trouble And th squeegee things sway! When I bump myself or cut ni. Bits '1st tells me not to cry; Bobbing doe nut help the trouble; it will be all right trim by! Halnt you got no grandma, mister O y man. In sorrow's mart? Ilaln't you got no grandma, madam-th- a Woman with aching heart? Is there no one near to soothe you, None to wipe away your tears? Not one loving hand, caressing? Non to calm your surging fears? Hsin't you got no grandma, reader? Is she vlsutln'' Or, perhaps, she's guns forever Gone forever, and alwsy! SALT LAKE CITY. Gam of Chance. Good negatives are very matter of accident, writes G ton. In the Craftsman. Givi most care and wisdom in the of subjects aud time, It la m true that the novice may his kodak a more artistic than the trained veteran, and veteran himself will get th artistic negatives largely as of chance." Th Best Man. Best The Man, Harold Ml by Crtth, published by the ltobbe-rill company, Indianapolis, is a neat printed book which contains tbr tales which do not deal with w dings, as the title might indicate,' are stories of politics, of ambition Let us atop our weeping, children of love. It is true the finish of efitiy "Btie '1st tells us not to cry: of them finds a wedding In prospecA' f Bobbing does not help the trouble) It will ba all right blnie by!" and in each the best man wins thel fair lady, despite the scheming of rivMind Meandering. When about to say something un- als and ambitious parents. "The Best kind of anyone, try touching the tips Man" is written lu Mr. McGrath's best 3t your Index and little fingers. After manner, and can not fall to help tha while you have done this, If you can, don't lovers of good, dean fiction away a few very pleasant hours. say It. Some people glv. their children so Quinine in 8unflowsr. never have an much advice, (hey An eminent 8panlah scientist has own. of their original thought It Is always a good pl&n to get a made the recent discovery that tbs better Job before you throw up tbe sunflower yields a splendid febrifuge that can be used as a substitute for one you have. quinine. More than ten years ago I see that the crisis In the Chicago reported to the Therapeutical street ear situation has come again. of Paris with relation to th Somebody is going to get slapped on Society same subject. Accordingly tbe sunflowthe wrist In one of these crises yet. Save your dollars now. Christmas er should not only by Its growing exIs coming, when they slip away like ert great feveredlspelllng effect, bul also yield a product which Is used s6 a flock of quail from a pointer dog. Never tell a woman how sweet she vantageously in all fevers. looks. Tell her how sweet she is. Riley, the Peoples Poet. One way to get even with your en a collection of poems "Morning," Is to give him the tip on the emy races that the stable boy handed written, liy James Whitcomb Riley, th Hoosier poet, has just been published you! by the Bobbs-Merricompany, India sapolls. it Is a tastily printed little volume, the poems all being new one never before presented to the pub lie, and are of the kind that appea to the every-daman, for James Whit comb Riley is essentially the poet oi sumed. the people, and hla are the songs of Sunday. Roebuck, taken 111 as be eternal youth. This little volume was passing the basket In the church should be In the home of every lovei of which he was the shining light, died of the good, the true and the beaut! at midnight a beautiful, peaceful ful death, they say, with his daughter reading the Bible aloud, and hla lipa Sea Trout Fattened. moving In prayer. Some hold that, A sea trout was caught at Aberdeen would had he lived, the tranquillity recently, which swam 120 miles In 49 have continued; but this Is the view of days, and doubled Its weight on the those who cannot realize that the tide way. It was marked and put Into the of affairs is no more controlled by the Coquet In Northumberland, and when great men than Is the river led down recaught at Aberdeen, Its length was to the sea by ita surface flotsam, by Dot Increased, its rapid gain in weight which we measure the speed and dibeing due to corpulence. rection of Its current Under that terrto shallow the which ific tension, .The Bible as Good Reading. secned a calm, something bad to We have always contended that ths give way. If the dam had not yielded Bible wkb the most interesting readmust It stood Roebuck where guard. ing of any book we hare ever read have yielded somewhere else, or might In this opinion we now have the suphave gone nil In one grand crash. port of a United States senator, Albert Monday. You know the story of the Did you ever see a pessimist dodge J. Beveridge of Indiana, whose book, artist and his Statue of Grief how he molded the features a hundred times, a bicycle Just after he has been telling The Bible as Good Reading," has Just always falling, always rritlng an anti- you there Isn't anything In life worth been published by Henry Altemut Whoever climax, until at last In (.cspalr he gave living for, anyhow? company, of Philadelphia. the up the lmpoeslble and finished Sometimes you can borrow money has neglected the reading of his Bible I of a fellow when he doesn't feel Hke will find lu this book a valuable guide statue with a veil over the face. have tried again and again to assem- himself. to the interesting portions of that ble words that would give some not There Is a great mystery out in my other Book, and whoever reads what loo Inadequate impression of that tre- town. This morning I followed 8enator Beveridge has to say will be mendous week In which, with a succes- wagon track on the sidewalk for ten sure to read his Bible also. sion of explosions, each like the crack minutes. Then all of a sudden I saw Wooden Soldiers Found in Egypt. of doom, the financial structure that where the blamed horse, or whatever housed 60.000,000 of people buret, col- It wss that was pulling the wagon Among the objects found In recent lapsed, was engulfed. I cannot, or whatever he was pulling, had excavations' In Egypt was a whole must leave it to your memory or your jumped over tho fence and left a lot company of wooden soldiers fifteen imagination. of tracks. The fence was all right Inches high. For years the financial leaders, and too high fur anything to vault Ths Essence of Dullness. by the excess of power which except a flying machine. How in the It is true, no doubt, that many learnthe people had In Ignorance and over- dickens did that horse, or whatever It e ed people are dull; but there Is no Inconfidence and slovenly was, get over the fence and get back dication whatever that they are dull permitted them to acquire, had been again without breaking down the on foundations honest out the tearing fence or smashing the wagon, or because they are learned. True dullness Is seldom acquired; It Is a naturwhich alone ao vast a structure css whatever It was he was pulling? You hope to rest solid and secure. They can search me! I spent fifteen inln al grace, the manifestations of which, had bdcn substituting rotten beams utes trying to figure it out and then however modified by education, repainted to look like atone and Iron. came on down town to tell it to main in subqtance the same. Fill a dull man to the brim with knowledge, The crash had to come! the sooner, you. and he will not become less dull, as the better when a thing Is wrong, Does Esperanto Include the golf and the enthusiasts for education vainly each day's delay compounds the cost baseball languages? but neither will he become of righting It. So, with nil the horrore Some men think they have bought Imagine; duller. Hs will remain In essence what of Wild Week In mind, all Ita phys- your eternal soul when they do you he always has been and ical and mental Buffering, all Its ruin a favor. always must have been. But whereas his dullness and rioting and bloodshel. I still can would, if left to Itself, have been Insist that I am justly proud of my Desperate. share in bringing It about. The blame The following advertisement recent merely vacuous. It may have become, and the shame are wholly upon those ly appeared In a Stillwater (Minn.) under careful cultivation, pretentious and pedantic. Balfour. who made "Wild Week necessary and newspaper: Inevitable. A GIRL '1XTANTKO. ANVWHEHB Russian Yellow Journalism. In catastrophes, the cry Is Each for 11 between tli, agi-- ot 1 anti SO; tha u care don't so a tlnrn. she cataclysm, ran But do houseSince the appearance of the cholera himself! work and Is willing. 1 (nn'l care what na- In Russia the obvious wise selfishness is generosity, Russkoye Zuamia, the broke or lun tionality or wbcilirr and the cry Is: "Stand together, for, Need her In a family illy organ of the union of Russian men, of with live, good This was n cata- appetites. Will puy the wng-- s If has dally been publishing articles iosingly, we perish. save himself, we liar to mortgage the right could one No prrmlwK. Ap- dising the Jews and the constitutional clysm. to K. often-urge- d Si Mrs. W. ply Bntilh except the few who. taking my Third street. Stillwater. Minn., I. A A democrats of preparing poisonous syradvice and following my examinges for inoculating the people with ark of ready chorela virus, according to the methColored Family. ple. had entered the Highly money. Farmer and artisan and proPainter Hlack. one of Red Hl?k's od of the anarchist Krapotkin." fessional man and laborer owed mere sons, came in from Orange City yeschant; merchant owed banker; banker terday for a visit with the old folks t Typhoid Preventive, owed depositor. No one could pay It has been estimated that typhoid home. He report everything on the was due what could get no one 0 boom In Orange City. Aleen (Tex.) fever costs the United States a year. It Is him or could realize upon his property, Herald. the power of every family to do something to Tho endless chain of credit that binds ward cutting down the grand total of Partial to Widows. together the whole of modern society had snapped In a thousand places. It Advertisement In Houston (Tex.) expense, and toward avoiding bearing must he repaired. Instantly and Post: Position Wanted. Job work a proportion of It. whom? curely- - But how and by Ing for widow woman: will work rea (To be Continued.) lonable. Gathering Ostrich Feathers. Ostrich feathers ran be taken It every never gets Life la Hke sea water; eight months. The plumes are not. is drawn up into It until sweet some suppose, pulled, but are cut quite heaven. KIcLicr. with a sharp knife. The stumps with-t- r and fall out. ?" Mon-corv- o ll y good-natur- - s - be-cau- CHAPTER XXXIH. "WILD WEEK. "The Seven" made their fatal move on Updegraff's advice, I suspect, lint they would not have adopted his sug, gcatlon had It not been so exactly congenial to their own temper of arrogance and tyranny nnd contempt ror the people who meekly, year afiw year, presented themselves for the the shearing with fatuous bleats cf Lhtulssm. $200,-000,00- f1 |