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THE SEMLWEEKLY TRIBUNE. NORTH PLATTE. NEBRASKA. , flK?aagigcagagarag The Ambition of IM Truitt By HENRY RUSSELL MILLER (CopyrlBht, 1913. by The SYNOPSIS. Mark Truitt, encouraged by IiIh swcct lienrt. Unity Martin, leaves Uetlij-I. his iiutivo town, to seek his fortune Simon Truitt tolls Mnrlc that It long Iiiih boon Mo dream to seo a stool plant lit Hothol rind hhUb the sun to return and build ono If bo over gels rlcb. Mark applies to Thomns Henley, bead of tbo Qulnby Iron works, for a Job and In sont to tbe con filructlon gang. His success In tbal work wins lilm a. place as helper to Homun Andzrrjzskl, open-hearth furnacemun. Ho becomes n boarder In Roman's homo and assists Plotr, ilornan's son, In his studies Kazla, an adopted datiKhter, shows lior Kratltudo In sucih a manner us to arouse Mark's Interest In her. Heavy work in the Intense beat of the furnaco causes Mark to collapio and Kazla cares for him. Ijitcr Itoman also succumbs and Mark sets his Job. Roman resents this and tells Mark to find another boarding place. Klvo years elapse during which Mark has advanced to the forcmansblp, wbllo hs labor-saving devices have mails lllm Invaluable to tho company. In the meantime Kazla has married ono Jim Wliltlng Mark meets with an accident which dooms him to be a cripple for life. He rcturnH to Hcthl Intending to stay there. Ho tlnds Unity about to marry an other man and wins her bnck. Unity urgos him to return to his work In the city. Maik rises rapidly to wealth and rower In the steel business, but tho so cial ambitions of his wife tnako their mar ried llfo unhappy. Constant bickerings wear out Mark's patlenca and lie mukes threats of divorce, CHAPTER XIV. In the Moid. Then began what promised to be- como a rako's progress; Mark sought out now companions and got himself tlnvltcd to Join tholr revels. Ho tried hard, at first recklessly, then deter minedly and then wistfully to enter Into tho spirit of dissipation. Tho at tompt was a flat failure. The thor oughgoing habit of mind that looked unerringly for the last result saw through at onco to tho dregs in the cup. Ilia companions privntoly laughed at tho spectacle of this hard serious man awkwardly essaying tho rolo of dovll of a fellow; but for tho humor ho thus unwittingly provided they wpuld soon have got rid of him as a death's-head at their feasts. Ho suc ceeded only In still further impairing bis health, In acquiring a bad tasto iti tho mouth nnd relaxing all along tho lino his habit of rigid abstemious ncsB, After a few months he returned to tho old routine, "I hoar," Henley Interrupted a con sultation ono day to remark, "you've beca sowing wild oats. Got 'era all harvested?" Mark nodded, grinning sheepishly. "Crop's in tho barn and for Balo cheap. I agrco with tho prophet thut all is vanity." "What made you do It?" "I don't know. To seo what it's like, I guosB. Hut I didn't have tho knack of It." "Trouble at home," thought Henley shrewdly. Aloud ho said: "I Imagine not. You'd better stick to business, whoro you lit In." "I sometimes think that's all vanity, too." "At least wo have something to bo s vain over. And on tho wholo thero's moro roraanco In making steel than In helping to support tho Tonderloln." Mark inado a gesture of disgust. After a frowning pauso, ho answered : "I don't know. The troublo is, I'vo lost tho romantic point of view. To mo tho business is nothing but a money-making machine now and sornothlng to do. I wonder why wo work so hard to get money wo don't need. Wo get no good out of It. Tim othy WoodhoiiBo gets moro pleaBuro out ct blB Hying machines that won't lly." , "Just wait," snld Honley dryly, "un til somebody tries to take 11 away from you Nearjy overy man of unusual vi tality goes Hoonor or lator through tbo atago of questioning tho existing echeiao of thlngo. Things are, 1b all the answer ho gets. Tho sooner ho quits asking questions, tho better for his peace of mind." They returned to tho mattur in hand, which wus tho fleecing of Timothy Woodhouse. No ono would have been more sur prised than Timothy to learn that ho had any fleece worthy of the atten tion of such shearers as Henley and Truitt. Hut years boforo a Lochlnvnr had como out of tho West with stock to sell in tho Iroquois Iron Ore Mia Ihe. Development & Transportation wtnpany. JIo had a gifted tonguo, Ho departed for his own place, a richer and doubtless a wUer man, having received a profitable lesson in the credulity of his follows, Later inspec tion revealed that tho long-mimed comiiany's properties consisted of an lmmonso Held of admittedly good ore, but Us development work only of the extraction of tho sumplu so proudly exhibited by tho promoter and Us transportation facilities of a franchise to build a railroad through 300 miles of wilderness. In those days the build ing of railroads was not lightly undoii taken. Tho Investment seemed to fall short of Lochlnvar's prospectus, "Naturally!" Timothy once said rue fully. "Since I Invested." Hut a time had como when makors of steel began to operato on a larger ucalo and to look far ahead Into the luiuro, 1110 mucuregor company con-I celved the project or buying that oro Hold and building that railroad. It conunonced secretly and leisurely pick Author of "TUBMAN niOIIFR t'P." "HIS MSB TO I'CMVWl." I.tc. Bobbi-Mcrrlll Company) ing up blocks of stock In Lochlnvnr's company; It could bo bought for tho proverbial Bong. Hut Henley got wind of It. He, too, began buying slock, secretly nnd swiftly, also for a song. Hy tho time tho MacGregor company learned of IiIb rivalry, he needed but a thousand shares to own control of tho company, Its properties nnd fran chises. "And I know Just whoro those shares are to be had," Henley told Mark. "Do you know one Timothy Woodhouse?" "I bought my house from him. And ho wants mo to lend him money to build his now flying machine. Ho camo to mo," Mark chuckled, "as one Inventor to another." "Get that stock," Henloy com manded. "Act quick nnd you can get it cheap. We can't build that rail road. Or rather, wo won't. 'Let tho othor follow blazo tho path!'" This sneering .quotation was from tho Il lustrious but cautious Quinby. "That's what comes from working with a cow- "I'll Give You," Proposed Timothy Ea gerly, ("a Half Interest In the Ma chine." nrd. Hut that's no reason why we shouldn't turn an honest dollar at tho oxpeiiBo of MacGregor, Is It?" It 1b not, however, true, as ullegod In tho bill In equity Timothy was after ward Induced by MacGregor agentB to lllo against Mark, that "tho said Truitt falsely and fraudulently and with In tent to decelvo nnd defraud, repre sented to tho said Wrodhouso that said stock was of no vnluo whatsoever, tho whllo knowing that said stock had tho vuluo hereinbefore set forth." Mark, who prided himself on his hon esty, was nlways careful not to lay his projects open to legal Interference. In thlB case, that special Providence which seems to guide tho schemes of mon of such honesty, graciously ren dered legal fraud unnecessary. "Hy George!" he, exclaimed when at tholr noxt meeting Timothy, with the model boforo them, had explained his plans for tho new muchlno. "Hy Oeorgo! It may bo It may Just bo that you'vo hit It. It sounds plausible anyhow." "1 prize your opinion," said Timothy grntofully, "tho moro becauso you've dono something mechanically yourself. I meet so much skoptlcism. Do you think you'd caro to finance this?" "Well," Mark returned to caution, "artor all, aerial navigation is hardly in my lno. I really ought to have some security, don't you think?" "I'll give you," proposed Timothy eagerly, "a half interest in tho ma chine." Mark seomod to be lighting down nn Impulse. Hut ho shook his head. "You see, Its valuo would bo scientific rathor than commercial. And I'm Just a plain money-grubber, you know." Timothy sighed. "That ontls It, I guess. All I'vo got Is mortgaged to tho limit now. I'm disappointed, though." "Still," Mark went on slowly, "I'd llko to do It. Haven't you anything that would give buslnoss Instinct oven an excuse to bo silent?" "Nothing. Unless," Timothy von tured timidly, "you could call IroquolB Iron un excuse." Mark grinned broadly. "1'vq heard of that babble." Timothy, too, grinned, though un hnpplly. "Hubblu, I'm afraid, expresBos It exactly." Mnrlc apont a mlnuto in frowning study of tho model. "It would bo sornothlng," ho ndmltted at last, "to contribute even monoy to what might turn out to bo the luvuntlou of tho ngo. I bollove I believe I'll take tho oxcubo," Ho made a sudden reckless gesture. "I'll do hotter. I'll g0 tho whole hog and buy tho stock. Mr. Woodhouse, you would talk tho birds out of tho treos!" It was ridiculously easy. Hut tho event had a sequel. Scarcely a week passed when Timothy returned. Timothy wns evidently excited, "Havo you discovered some now Im portant principle of your muchlno?" Mark Inquired s& r n P! II' sfeJidJ1"'!. gg: ""-lj l L III hi iin I HMJIPS "No," Timothy nnBwored, "I havo como to buy back that stock." "Oh, no! I'm Batlsfled with my bar gain." "Hut," Timothy explained Innocently, "I havo discovered that It has a valuo In excess very much In excoss of what you paid mo for It." "Tho loss reason then," Mnrk smiled, "why I should soil It back to you." "Hut," Timothy swullowed hard and down went prido, "you don't under stand. It would bo a great favor to mo. I havo been careless I may as well apeak out and sny that" 1 am a very poor business man. I have lost almost everything I Inherited. What Is loft In mortgaged almost to full valuo, except this stock which I now And I can sell for enough to clean up my obllgatlonB and give mo a new start." "And which is now mine." "Which is now yours, through a hard bargain an inadvertently hard bar gain, of course," Timothy added hast ily. Tho troubled look In his eyes deepened. "And now I como to you as ono gentleman to nnothor, to ask you to rolcaao mo from it." "That would hardly bo llko." 'Hut this is not buslnesB. one gentleman to nnothor." business I said, as Timothy was guiltless of humorous intent "For myself I shouldn't think of disturbing uny ndvantago your interest In my work might accidentally glvo you. But to my wife and daughter, who aro entirely dependent upon mo. this would mean much." "Isn't It a little late, after wasting your substance In riotous Invention, to begin thinking of them? Hesides," Mark looked at his watch pointedly, "I hardly seo your right to ask me to glvo them tho consideration you'vo nover given thorn." Timothy Hushed painfully, rising. "You refuse, then?" "I do." "Then you had this stock in mind all along?" "If you'd mado as Bhrowd a guess before " Mark grinned. "I was told you are apt to do this sort of thing." "Tho loaor In a deal," Mark re minded him coldly, "always finds something to criticize. If there's noth ing else I can do for you good day, Mr Woodhouse." "So this is what you call a deal? I should chooso another term. I shall take enough of your timo to glvo you my view of It. You camo to mo to got that Block, but you did not come frankly. You resorted to subterfuge. You flattored mo. You took advantage of your inside knowlcdgo of Its valuo and of tho fact that I'm rather a fool In such matters to get It absurdly cheap. But I supposo ono need hardly expect particularity of conduct from your sort." Mark sneered, "At least you felt no obligation to particularity of con duct when you thought you were get ting a good round Bum for something of no valuo at all." "That," said Timothy with dignity, "I supposed and you pretended was practically a gift to sclonce. I shnll keep you no longer, sir." And Timothy stalked nway. For sev eral days Mark's familiars observed In him nn unusual irritability of tem per. Steel had como Into Its own. It was tho ilrst principality of Industry. Swiftly as tho sun seeks Its zenith, Its leaders were rising to power and prestige, doing big things in a big, bold, precedent-defying fashion that etlrred the world to a just admiration. And abovo tho others In tho estima tion of all who did not march with tho army of steel towered that giant MacGrogor, and in his shadow but too big to bo obscured wholly, Jeremiah Qulnby, tholr names and fame known wherever tho stout fabric was used. After many years Qulnby's project was a fact, tho moro Bplendtd for tho delay. It stood Just acrosB tho street from MacGregor's library. This prox imity called for a comparison, by which tho Institute of Paleontology suffered no whit. Somehow its noblo linos nnd masses, in exact copy of tho Parthenon, seemed to suggest In its foundor n simple majesty of char acter not shared by tho uuthor of the elaborate library. MacGregor could not havo belloved that a comparison was Intended, since ho accepted an Invitation to share with Quinby himBolf and an ox-presldcnt of the United States tho honors on tho occasion of tho dedication. He, as did tho cx-presldent, mndo a speech, In which ho paid a high tribute to his "brother In tho great work of distrib uting surplus wealth." This tribute Quinby, when his turn enmo, formally assigned to "tho thousands of obscurely faithful" who had 'given their atrniif-tli tllnli (-ntirnpn tlw.it nnHnnnn ' and talent, nny, oft their very lives, to upbuilding tho industry which made this project possible." Some of his hearers Interpreted this merely as tho too great modesty of superlative tri umphant genius. Hut whon, expand ing tilts text, he thus brought his pero ration to n close: : "Lot labor and capital, tho Slameso twins of produc tion, dwell together In unity, in amity, In the forbearance that springs from lovo!" tho audience applauded enthusi astically; reckless of damago to new kid gloves. Thut evening, In tho cellu of tho In stitute, was held a great reception. Tho Trultts woro thero as who that counted was not? but together only until they had reached tho end of tho receiving line. Mark betook himself to a chair In a corner occupied by tho skeleton of somo prehistoric monster nnd thero watched tho crowd. Ho caught a gllmpBo of Unity, a beaming happy Unity, tho center of a laughing group, and scowled angrily. , . . Though their llfo had been supor tlclnlly unchanged, ho had had his freedom. It had boon a partial use less freedom that ho did not want, paid for by the loss of oven the pro tenso of affection, by an Ill-dlsgulsed mutual aversion. His reflections were Interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. Henley sat down beBldo him. "Taking It in?" Mark nodded. "Wo'ro outshone" "Ab tho stars by tho sun. Do you care?" "No!" snarled Henley, In a tone that gavo his words tho Ho. Mark repressed another snoer. Hero was Henley, tho man of magnificent achievements, of ; real genius, jealous aa a woman over Qulnby's hollow glory! "Ho scorns," Mark nodded toward the resplendent Quinby, "to attract the women." "It's mutual. As I happen to know." "So? I'd havo classed him with tho vestal virgins. Isn't ho a llttlo old for tho woman game now, though?" "He's In his ilftlea," Honley said, "and well preserved. And tho man who has nothing to do but to idle around tho globo and spend tho money others make Is always easy picking for the Dcllluhs." "Quinby doesn't JuBt meet my no tion of a Samson." "Sumson," returned Henloy, who felt tho better for his outburst, "was a penny-wit." 1-atcr, Henley and Mark left their refuge and sauntered through tho crowd. It chanced that Quinby espied thom. He deserted an admiring group to greet them paternally. "A lifelong dream has been realized, thanks partly to you" ho placed a hand on Henley's shoulder "com mander In tho field. And to you" ho laid tho othor hand on Mark "his chief lieutenant." It was a striking tableau. Quinby, modestly unaware of tho many eyes upon them, held It a moment, then gracefully withdrew. v "My commander In tho Held!" sneered Henloy. "Drunk! Blind drunk with self-importance !" "How much better aro we?" "Sometimes," Henley said coldly, "you talk llko e. fool." He strode away. Mark, left alono, began to pick his path gingerly around trailing gowns and chuttering groups, In search of fresh air and quiet. But once, as he was passing a group of mon, a remark arrested his attention. Ho did not know tho speaker, but ho halted sharply and addressed him. "Who was that you said committed suicide?" Tho man looked at him strangely a moment boforo answering. "Timothy Woodhouse It was prac tically suicide. Ho InsiBted on going up in his now flying machine. Uroko his neck, of course." Mark passed on quickly. Not so quickly but thnt ho overheard an ex planation. "The man that skinned Woodhouse" CHAPTER XV. Stuff of Dreams. When his spirit for it was dying, Mark's campaign of conquest camo to Its grand climax he becamo a stock holder In tho Quinby Steel company, ono of the "young partners" of whom Quinby, In all things abreast of his great rival, was wont to speak with such paternal enthusiasm. Up to this tlmo ho had been morcly an employe, handsomely paid but finding his chief reward from Henley's profitable friendship. When, through Honley, Mark laid the matter of partnership informally be fore Quinby, ho was allowed to seo through tho philanthropist to Quinby. At first Quinby unctuously but firmly - - . r' He Placed a Hand on Henley's Shoul der. refused his nBBont, turning arguments asldo by tho simplo expedient of ig noring thom. Whon Henley, at whoso suggestion Mark had doniauded tho right to purchaao stock, InslBtod with rising anger, Quinby donned a frigid dignity. "Do you want tho company to loso Truitt?" Henley demanded. "I can not conceive," Quinby an swered coldly, "that any man who owes as much to my company as Truitt does could ho bo lacking in loyalty and all flno Bonslblllties as to desert mo." "That," said Honley curtly, "Is damned nonseiiBo. Tho company owes moro to Truitt than tho stock wo ask can over repay, moro than to any other man with ouo excoptlon." - ZC 1 Hi Hf ' 'mini I IB ' 1)1111 wwsmw "I am glad," Quinby thawed slightly, "that you mako an excoptlon." "Yes. Myself." Qulnby's fnco was a study. "And," Henley continued, "you can let him havo this stock or lose Truitt and me." Thereupon Henley wrote out and gavo to Quinby his - sIgnatlon from the chairmanship. Thero wus a tonso sllonco whllo Quinby studied the paper. "Very well," ho said at last. Ho toro tho resignation Into llttlo hits. Hut It was a graceful surrender. During tho pauso Quinby had regained his polao. Ho was onco moro tho gracious patron, apparently blind to Henley's show of dislike. "Ah! my dear Tom," ho shook tils head smilingly, "that was hardly fair. You played upon my affection. You know there Is no sacrillco I would not make ruther than loso you." "Humph!" grunted Henley. "This is no sacrifice." "Of course," the philanthropist went on, "Truitt takes under our agree ment." And thlB launched nnothcr long ar gument. For under tho Quinby com pany agreement borrowed, Indeed, from his friend and rival, MacGregor any stockholder, upon written de mand by three-fourths of the stock holders owning three-fourths of tho outstanding shares, could bo compelled to surrender his stock at Its "book value;" a provision from tho threat of which Quinby, owning tho majority of the stock, alone was exempt. Had his own interest not been so dooply concerned Mark might havo relished tho spectaclo of tho tremendous arro gant Henley hurling himself In vain agalnBt tho paternal Quinby. Mark did not deceive himself as to Henley's real purpose, which was not to serve him but to set up a precedent to upset tho agreement. "It isn't fair to Truitt," Henley pro tested vehemently. "It Isn't fuir to any one but you. How can he, how can I, how can any of us, know when you're going to mako a deal with the others to kick him out and cheat him out of tho real value of his stock?" Tact was tho one weapon Henley knew not how to wield. Quinby gave him a pained glance. "You know I'm not a hard man. And you know thnt is a contingency not likely to happen." "It happened to Cauler and Stobblns and Now." "Ah! Buttthey," Quinby reminded him, "got an exaggerated idea of their importance to. the company." Henley glnred. Quinby smiled. Tho mellifluous voice flowed on. "You should know that men in my position may not consider their prl vato Impulses. Our wealth is a trust a sacred trust" Ho paused, perhaps to control tho rising emotion inspired by thought. "Tho secret of my suc cess lias been harmony In my organ ization. Harmony I must have I will have. And bo I must reserve the right and means to oust any who seek to disturb it. Tho work to which I have given myself the projects you, 1 fear, hold bo lightly depends too closely on my business success to allow mo to violate successful precedents. Even," ho beamed on Mark, "even for tho sake of your brilliant young friend. Even for you." Qulnby'B face had not put off its smiling benevolent mask. His voice had not risen nor lost by so much aa a note Its wonted musical stately cadence But Mark, a silent and al most forgotten llstoner, know that in tho last word3 menace snoke as clear and venomous as in the hiss of a snake. Ho could Interpret tho men ace; Henley had rested too securely in his importance to the company; ho now had his warning; llko Damocles' sword tho power of Qulnby's contract rested heavy overhead. If he had not known from Qulnby's voice, Mark would have understood from him to whom tho menace had been spoken. Henley's hands, resting on the desk, clenched until tho nails bit Into the palms. The ugly Imperi ous face waB deathly white His black eyes blazed. Mark thought for a mo ment ho was about to spring upon Quinby and inflict physical injury, or at least hurl at the vain shallow poseur the splendid defiance of the man of real worth, of invlnclblo and unpur chusable spirit. Uecauso he had a pro found respect and a sort of love for Henley, ho wanted to sec and hear that defiance He forgot his own in terest in the scene. Henley reached again convulsively, for pen and paper. Quinby raised a hand a beautiful, soft, perfectly man icured member in humorous protest. My dear Tom!" How tho purring internal phrase, addressed to Henley, stung' Mark felt the hot blood rlse resentful for his master. "If you are about to resign again, I beg of you, consider. I have made one concession to that threat. But if you mako it again, 1 shall bo obliged to break off a relation thnt has been both pleasant and prolltable. It will cost mo some thing, perhaps, but it will cost you more." "Now!" muttered Mark. Now was tho tlmo to hurl defiance, to overwhelm Quinby and Qulnby's power under manly scorn. . . . Quin by, outwardly serene as mldsummer'a skios, smiled on. Henley was silent. Tho blazing anger In his ojcb died down to a smoldering, sullen, futile rage Tho pen dropped from his hnnd. What a shattering of Idols was there! Mark turned nway that ho might not see. His glnnco foil upon Quinby. Tho mask of benovolonce had been pulled nslde Ugly triumph and still uglier hato shone. In thnt moment Qulnby's revenge for n thousand Sneers and tho open contempt of years was taken. Mark hated him. After a long luanvf alienee Quinby turned to Mark. "Do you accept the agrcoment?" "It seoms to be Hobson's choice." Quinby rose und took Mark's right hnnd In both of his. "Let mo be tho first to welcome you into tho company. I'm suro we shall bo harmonious." "I can see," Mark answered with a shrug, "that harmony pays." Quinby was gone Murk, sickened and saddened, watched n man, for tho moment mnd, belatedly giving volco to his rage. Ho paced swiftly back and forth across tho room, llko tho wild beast ho had become Ho cursed Incoherently tho departed Quinby, pouring forth a flood of coarse blas phemies Ho flung his arms about, smote and kicked chnlrs and desk as though they had lives to be taken. This, with Quinby present, would havo struck a responsive chord In Mark's barbaric soul. Hut this, with Quinby gone, from the man who had sat silent under threats, called forth only con tempt. "My success! My company! My work!" Henley stopped, panting and glaring, before Mark. "My God! Did you hear him? Fool fool fool!" Mark shrugged his shoulders. "Your mistako was in thinking him a fool." "And I I had to sit thero and tako his oily threats" "At least, you took them." " I, who mado this company I, who gavo lilm tho money to advertlso himself around tho world I ! I'm J rcn te-jsa iy Henley Glared. Quinby Smiled. the fool. You're the fool. Wo'ro all fools, working our lives out to build up this business while ho, who does nothing, gallivants about spending mil lions on his accursed institutes never knowing when ho'll closo In on us and rip us out of our Jobs and rightful profits " "I used to think that about you, when I was in the mills'. I supposo thu men think that about us now." Murk I laugh was a sneer. Henloy turned on him. "And you,' he snarled. "I mado vou. too. Anil I suppose, when Quinby cracks hia whip, you, too, will fall into lino and help to rob mo of the stock I've mado valuable You, with your 'Harmony pays'" An hour before Mark might havo quailed before Henley's wrath. Now he did not quail. "Seo hero!" ho said sharply, pushing away tho list under his nose. "Prob. ably you'ro right. Probably I'll fall into line. I hope not for my own sake. But you can talk to mo llk that when I glvo you the excuse And now you," he added coldly, "had better pull yourself together. There aro clerks within hearing." Henloy dropped heavily into a chair. Slowly the paroxysm subsided. In si lence Mark watched tho white, still working "face. It was Henley who spoke first, and surprisingly. "What aro you think ing?" "I'm wondering, does money mako cowards of us all?" Honley stared hard. For a moment Mark thought that again a match had been touched to tho magazlno of hl3 rage. Then the red of shamo cropt into tho older man's countenance Ho made a gesture of dejection. "You'ro a witness that It does." Mark limped slowly away from tho Quinby building. Now, by all tho rules of the game ho played, was tho tlmo to exult. Tho monster was tamed, or at least for ever battled; It need not, looking upon him, lick its slobbering chops. Whether or not the partnership final trophy of Eldorado's conquest survived Qulnby's treacherous caprice, tho ad venturer would never again know tho haunting fear that lashed tho crowd. Ho had no need to catch Iib hurrying puce. Yet ho did not exult. Ho had what ho had set out to win, and ho had it not. His triumph was fact. Hut tho senso of it, tho swelling of soul, tho surging passionato prldo ho had fore tasted in his young dreams, were not. Success was but HgureB on a balanco sheet. Ho had succeeded In a llfo in which sentiment, brotherly kindness, morcy, wero tho badges of failure; yet tho thought of a weak Timothy Wood house, dead In nn hour of recklessness bred by a cheat, rould drive sleop from his pillow. (TO UE CONTINUED.) Found In Sinn Sing Prison. Found, a photograph, a tintype of a young girl. Owner may secure It by applying to tho editor-in-chief.- Sing Sing Star of Hope ft