The Nebraska advertiser. (Nemaha City, Neb.) 18??-1909, July 20, 1906, Image 6

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CIIAI'THR II. -(Continued.)
f-lometlme.H Gerald Tenby wondered If
IiIh imele doubted him If Sir Maurice
(dmreij with Antonln tlie KiiHpirlon that
lit' luid not been altogether blameless In
Hit! mutter of Hubert's dishonor ; but this
thotiglrt only came nt odd moments. Am
It general rule, he hnd too much faith in
his uncle's faith in himself. Heir as be
was to tlie Mill Crow property, liiul the
old iiiitn at Mill Cross Court reiilly Imag
ined iilui capable of falling as Hubert
hnd fnllen, he never would have stretched
out Ills bund and given Ills nephew wel
come). There wan only one living creature vlr
had dared to tell him to IiIh face lliar liic
young man who had conn from his limine
n n outcast had been (sacrificed through
hitn and by him. That person wiih An
ton I,; Marohinout, the girl whom Gerald
Tenby had loved ever since lie had grown
to manhood. And now Antonia wan com
ing to London' coming into tlie house. r
the one woman whom lie might call an
intimate friend.
What would lie the outcome of this?
Hnd he ls-oii a nt ranker he might have
laughed at the possibility of n girl doing
lilnr any harm; but (Jerald Tenby never
laughed when he thought of Antonia. In
deed, there were momentH when be had .1
feeling of cold fear upon him. when bin
quick brain carried him Into the future,
mid nhowed liiin a probable working out
of wngcance 11 time, of unutterable eon
fusion for himself, and triumph for tlie
man who had been driven from bis fnth
er'H home as a tiling too base to live with
in Its walls.
When such n vision oame to Gerald
Tenby ho Hhivered, and it was some time
Imfore he drifted back to his customary
self-control. Then Avhen he had put his
feam completely behind him be would
laugh at himself.
"If tills had been going to happen," he
would say to himself, coulldently, "it
would have happened long nj.. Why am
1 such a fool? Hubert is a dead man, as
far ns 1 tun concerned, and my future is
wife."
When she found herself alone tu her
room the night of her arrival in London,
Antonia Miirchmont knelt by the ojk'u
window ami looked across the tops of the
houses to the clear sky studded with stars.
She had a strange sensation upon her
an she knelt there. It seemed to her as
if she hnd drawn n little nearer to the
one she sought ; ns if, having made the
effort and turned herself away from the
tranquillity and sorrow of her home, she
hnd advanced a distinct step 011 the road
toward the fulfillment of that task which
was the one motive of iter life.
"Where nre you, Hubert?" the girl
whispered to herself. "Oh ! If my eyes
:otihl only pierce through the world and
lee you now; if only I could let you
Know that there Ih one creature who Is;-
lieves in you, and loves you, and will
never rest till yon are restored to your
own, perhaps that would give you happi
ness, even though you have lost your fath
er's trust and love, and though your en
emy has triumphed over you! Khali
ever see you agnin, Hubert V Shall
ever see you again?"
She dropped her face into her hands
nnd knelt in that position for some time;
then slowly she drew herself uway from
I ho window, closed tlie blind, and pre
pared to go to rest.
ClIAl'THI) III.
Hen Coop had never married. He might
fin vp taken a wife many times, but lie
had a strong prejudice against asking any
woman to share his life in so wild a spot
as that in which he lived; nnd orhaps
if h? had told the truth, ills honest heart
was true to an old romance that had been
one of the reasons for his leaving tlie lit
tie Lancashire village and setting forth
to make n fortune for himself.
Tho spring had advanced a few weeks
nfter that day of wild excitement at tlie
rtation, and Ken was almost beginning to
Ihink that, if ho wanted to see that fellow
countryman of his again, he would hav
lo take a trip to the big city and go to
tho prison gaies. Lverythlng had worked
Dut nH ho had imagined. A whole army
of police agents hnd come down in search
of the fugitives; hut, with the exception
of one of tho convicts, their senrch had
been in vnin. From these men Hen hnd
tried to find out something about that oth
or mnn who had gone hack with the war
dors, but he could obtain no information,
Tho more he thought nlxnit that episode
the mora he longed to come, in contact
again with ono who had declared himself
to bo n teuby.
"Ay, but It fwouhl give me rare joy to
feel that 1 could do something for a Ten
hyF' ho said to himself. Hut tho days
had gone by, and Hen knew absolutely
nothing about the young man who lived
bo constantly in his thoughts.
One night, however, ns ho stood at his
gate, conscious that ho hnd some eight or
ten hours' rest before him, Hen's quick
car caught the souud of some one walk
ing over tlie rough path. Tho placo was
Jqne'y. lfr days at n time no ono passed
his way.
i "Some poor tramp," he said to himself.
Well he's welcome to a fdiuro of all I've
cot."
V, There wub no moon, but the night &b
clear, ono Lbi tovva of this ulruoger
drew closer Hen's heart gave a grent leap. I
He struck one brawny hand into tlie
palm of the other.
"It's him!" he said to himself. "I'd
swear to it."
And, acting on n sudden impulse, he
strode over the rough ground to meet one
whom lie already called his guest ; and
Hubert Tenby s heart took a throb of new
life as he saw that honest fellow stand
ing before him witli outstretched hands of
welcome.
"I've been looking for you," Hen said.
I thought you would come, lad. I
thought as they'd never keep yon shut
up after what you did that day! Hut
you're fair done. You walk lame; lean
on me. u lien ou ve unci 10011 you snail
tell me all."
The other man covered his face with
his hands for an instant. When he looked
up there were tears in his eyes and an
expression of deep suffering in them also.
"All, friend," lie said, unsteadily, "your
word" strike into my heart. There was
not one of my blood lo speak like this
when my trouble came."
Hen Coop said nothing for a moment.
He sat and looked at the man before him
with an expression of deepest sympathy,
nlTcctinn, and yet of doubt mingled on his
bionzed face. They strolled to and fro
for a few moments in silence; then Hu
bert Tenby spoke :
'How long ago is it, Hen, since you
came away from the old village?" ,
"Ay, but it's a long time. Going on for
night twenty-six years. I was just twen
ty, earning a lino wage, too, sir, in tlie
mines."
"What made you think of coming out
to this parr?"
"1 just drifted," Hen answered. "When
I left tlie village I did not care much.
sir, which way my feet went. I loved
the old place. .Inst a few months be
fore, if any one had asked me, 'Hen, lad,
come away and make a fortune,' I would
have laughed in his face. See how life
changes, sir. That was when I saw my
future, as I thought, in the little village
before I lost the girl I loved."
Hubert Tenby stretched out his hand
and tested It for a moment on the shoul
der of the other man.
"Heath is sad." he said, slowly, "and
yet it is not always the saddest thing,
Hen."
"Ay, you're right there, sir, for it were
110 death that robbed me of my joy. It
was such a simple story, 1 suppose, yet
it weren't very simple to me 1 had built
the whole of my life's dream on my love
for my lass. We had grown up together,
sir, she was tho bonnicM little oul man's
eyes could see. Fool licit I was," Hen
said, bitterly, "I never dreamed that oth
ers would look upon her as 1 looked, or
that she would find it easy to turn from
my love. All how, sir, that's the story
of why 1 left the old place and came out
here."
Hubert Tenby said nothing, only ills
hand rested a little mure closely on Hen's
shoulder.
"I was n little lad then, just between
seven and eight, liajipy as the day was
long, playing about in that old garden;
anil I had many a friend, too, in the vil
lage, and, child as I was, I had paid more
than one visit down to the bottom of the
mine where you worked in the old days.
Lift is full of changes, indeed I Who
would have ever Imagined that I should
have come to what 1 am'"
"1 don't liHteu to what the world says,
sir," Hen answered. "Tell me yourself,
just what happened. Hut it in your own
words, and I will believe yon for, as I
told you the first day I met you, 1 know
you to he an honest man."
"1. is an ugly story," Hubert Teuby
said, his voice growing hoarse. "I niii
not going to deny that I did run n hit
wild at Oxfordit is rather hard, you
know, Hen, not to do as others do and
then I was launched with the reputation
of being my father' s sou- that is to sav,
a inan with unlimited money nt his dis
IkisjI. and that is a bad thing to start on.
I had plenty, but I had not as much as
the others imagined, and what I hud sum
took wings to itself."
Tlie young man pai.-ed and sighed.
"How the money went 1 don't know,
hut go it certainly did; and then came
disagreeables for I was ashamed to ask
my father to pay heavy bills when he
made me such a line allowance. .My cons
lu (Herald, who happened to be working in
Oxford as a private tutor nt tlie time I
was there, used to tell me I was n fool.
'What, is tlie use,' he would say to me, 'of
having a father who is simply rolling in
money, and wording your brain ns you do
aboni finding a inferable few hundreds?'
I wish now, Hen, I had let his advice
urg. me to go to my father."
"He must be older than you ,Kir, by
a considerable few years, this Mr. (Jer
ald Teuby," said Hen. "I mind him per
fectly. He used to come to Mill Cross
Court nnd stny there. He was not liked
in the vilhige," Hen said, dryly. "The
folk said he had a tight hnnd and a cun
ning eye. He took that from his father.
Many a time I have heard tlie old people
in the village marvel nt the difference
there was between the head branch of
the family nnd the other side. Of course,
the money wns with your father; but no
money could ever have put your father's
unture into his cousin llolwrt. Of course,
you remember him, sir?"
"No. not U. all trim fiuii U thai Uure
wns n kind of qunrrrl between my fnthcr
nnd Gerald's father; nnd yet when Ger
ald lost his fHfhrr, 110 one wns kinder to
h.tn than mine. The old home whs open
to him to come to whenever he liked; my
father did everything in his power to give
him n start in life. There win no monej
for Gerald to laim: hut Sir Mnnrice
never let li fin realize iiow poor he was. He
stinted him in nothing, nnd Gerald al
ways professed to love my fnthcr verj
deeply."
".Mayhap I wrong him," Hen Coop snW,
slowly; "hut if he' his father's son there
cannot be much that, is good in his henrt.
1 spenk Very frankly, you we, sir; but I
renumber lots of little things done to tlie
vilhige people lv Mr. Hohert Tenby, nnd
1 know what I am saying. They were not
the real fnmll. you sec; that's why we
found it hard to trust them. Hut I am
interrupting jcu, sir."
"1 don't feel eager to go on," Hubert
Tenby said, "and yet 1 fVcl that I must.
Instead of taking my cousin's advice I
struggled on as he.st I could, nnd here
(Jernhl helped me to meet my difficulties.
He arranged a loan. I dnro say you un
derstand whnt followed."
"Ay," Hen Coop answered, quietly; "I
riii not a learned man, but I know what
borrowing means."
"1 managed to scrape along," Hubert
said, "and pay f ho interest as it fell due;
but I did not realize till nearly a year
had gone thnt, instead of clearing the
wny for myself. I had only put fresh stum
bling blocks in my path. (Jerald was al
ways coming to ask mo either to settle the
loan or to paj a heavier interest, and
things got woi-i' nnd worse, until 1 came
.to 11 kind of crisis and I hnd to find a
sum four times the nmount of what I had
originally owed in n space of a few days.
It was useless 10 ask (Jerald to show we
n wny out of this dilliculty, for he told me
plainly ho saw none, except thnt of put
ting the mattei before my father nnd ask
ing him to pay tlie debt. I would not
hear what he urged. I made myself ill
mos, ill with worry; I felt like a mad
man, .lust at this time my old aunt and
godmother, Lady Charlotte Singleton,
wrote and asked me to go nnd stay with
her for a few days. She had a charming
old country house not far from Oxford,
and I was in tlie habit of going to see
her constantly. In fact, she wns kind to
Isith Gerald and myself, although I be
lieve that she, like my father, had had
good reason to tiarrcl with Gerald's fath
er. It was nn open secret that Lady
Chatiotte intended to divide wliat she pos
sessed between my sister and myself."
Hubert paud here witli n little sigh;
then he went nn with his story.
"Slip wns not rich, but she had a cer
tain amount of property, and, among oth
er tilings, she possessed a collection of
beautiful jewel, of which she wns very
proud, and which were valued at a fairly
large sum of money. I was sorely tempt
ed to tell the dear old lady all that was
troubling mo while I was witli her; and
here again I see the working of a malig
nant fate, for if I hnd spoken then, Hen,
I might hnve spared myself nil that fol
lowed. I'ride, however, and the nervous
fear lest she should imagine I wanted her
to help me, kept my lips sealed. When
1 got back to Oxford the first question
Gerald asked me was if Lady Charlotte
would he able to help me. I replied sharp
ly that I had said nothing to my god
mother of the matter. He looked at mo
in a strange way for a little while, and
tinn turned on his heel and left me, say
ing ns he went: 'You are about the big
ge.it fool I hnv ever known, and you will
realize it one day.' I was very angry with
l.'ni."
I'hey had ceased strolling up and down
the Utile garden, and now they were tit
ling in the porch of the little cottage, and
he light of the lamp within shone on his
fate. It wns a sorrowful face for such a
yorng man to wear, and Hen Coop's heart
Lvu tract ed as he looked ujkmi it.
, "Next day Gerald and I did not meet.
I heard that he had gone away. I knew
;lr..' he had been offered the post of trav
e. ng tutor to nn invalid boy, and tin:
this was something he was very keen to
do. Generous, as my father was to him,
it was an old story for me to hear ho.v
hard life was for my cousin, and ho.v
inch there was he wanted to do; and he
had been particularly keen on taking tlm
ni pointmeut, because it would give him
the opiKutunity of traveling and seeing
tlu world. I don't know that I was soi ry
that we did not meet at any rate, not
then. A little later it was a different
nailer."
There wns another pause. When il il
licit spoke again his voice wn-s very hur
ried and strained.
(To lie continued.)
A ChiiiKM for Itrforiit.
If (here is any truth in the state
ment of tho small boy whoso speech is
reported In the Washington Star, tho
political situation In some parts of our
country needs looking Into. Tlie hlf
lory class In one of the public school
of the city luid just concluded a roelt.i
tlon tho other day, when the teacher
took advantage of a few spare minutes
to test t ho knowledge of her pupils con
cerning the form of the district gov
ernment. "In whom Ik the governing power of
Gils city vested?" was her first ques
tion. Silence rolgtusl for a moment. Then
little Tommy's hand went up, nnd to
the teacher's "Well. Tommy?" tho fol
lowing answer was vouchsafed:
"The governors of the district aro
throe missionaries, two taken from civ
ilized life, and one from the Injun
corpse.
IIIn I'rlviUw Opinion.
"Say, pa," queried little Tommy
Toddles, "what does tills paper mean
by 'the powers that be'?"
"It probably has reference to your
mother and grandmother, Tommy," re
plied Mr. Toddles, with a sigh long
drawn out
TOPICS OF THE TIMES.
A CHOICE SELECTION OF INTER.
ESTING ITEMS.
Comment mill Criticism IhiMcd Upon
the :tnpicitlnjc of the . Day Iliutori
cnl it tul News Notes.
A Joke Is not 11 Jok" when you have
to llrtcn to It I nut end of telling It.
There Is more or less charity iti tlie
heart of every mini usually les than
more.
Nothing; is so disgusting to a poli
tician as the talk of his opponent's
money.
Tlie Kussinn student whose bomb
blew 1 1 1 1 1 1 up was certainly "caught
with the goods on."
The proposed home for aged editors
Is 1111 absurdity. Kdltors don't become
f.ged. The good die young.
It Is quite likely that many Russian
people who cannot afford it are spend
ing their money for bombs.
It is a Pad commentary on our ago
that the more money a mini has the
more lies lie tolls to tlie tax assessor.
Mr. Rockefeller has the satisfaction
of knowing that no amount of Stnnudrd
Oil trouble can add any more gray
iialrs to ids wig.
Ry the time Mr. Moody gels through
with It, tlie drug trust may he tempted
to try some of its own remedies for
that tired feeling.
A Louisville woman laughed herself
to death at a funny story. The story
Is not given out as a part, of tlie de
tails of the sad itffalr.
Sir Thomas Llpton is building an
other cup racer, for he's a .1 I y g d
f 1 w. and defeat only .seems to in
:tc;inc his good nature.
Tlie price of rhinoceroses tias ad
vanced to .?1L',)()0 apiece, but very few
persons care to have a rhinoceros
irotutd tlie house, anyway.
German manufacturers are now
turning out combs made from milk.
The guess that they are to he used in
combing hairs out of butter is probably
wrong.
Two men in West Pullman quarreled
svor a woman, and one slashed an ear
ilV the other man. It will lie hard now
for tlie woman to decide which of the
two to prefer.
"Our navy is our advertising nie
llitin In the Orient," says Congressman
Weeks. Display advertisements of this
kind are easily read by every nation,
no matter what language It speaks.
John I). Rockefeller, Jr., gives Pres
ident Roosevelt credit for knowing
what he is about. This, we believe, is
the first concession that has been made
by a close relative of the Standard Oil
Company. '
The Duluth News-Tribune wants Car
negie to get out a reform-spelling dic
tionary. The Duluth paper might put
itself In line for one of tlie Scotch
man's hero medals ny using the book
lfter it is printed.
Rurinl customs were once modest
ivlth our people. Hut coniplHitod and
costly living appears to have made
simple dying Impossible. We run to
weak ostentation lu the surroundings
and trappings of mortality. It is nec
essary to obtain this, to purchase that ;
it is tlie only good form, nothing else
will do. It is tlie consideration of the
living that we think about, not the sin
gle respect due the dead. We forgot
that the costlier the earthly memorial
we ere.t the shallower may be the
record that we cut upon the tablets of
our hearts.
Attention is being called to the en
trance of many Japanese Into this
ountry. It Is claimed that they are
taking the place of other races of la
borers and that this is particularly true
as regards household servants. Hut It
Is nut by working for smaller wages
that the Japanese llud employment in
boin-ework. They demand and receive
better rates of pay than are usually
'luii white labor In the sirme pusi-
outs. Japanese cooks and butlers, val
.ts and other house servants are mtieli
Miught alter and tin cum p. 'tltlou for
thilr l-ibor Is so keen that they obtain
more than Is given 011 the average for
litis class of service. The Japanese arc
1 regressive enough to reall'o their val
ue and to demand full ooinp Misatlon
tor It.
We are a restless people. Hery
bin woman longs to be tut. L'very fat
vonmii wants to grow thin. Kvory
1 iwn man long-. or the time when he
.in retire to the quiet of tlie country
ml every farmer hopes to some day
.ult work an. I move to town,, where In
fill take ll"e easy. Country newspaper
I'll would like to try their hand on a
ity dally. The fellows on the big
J,.llics dro.uu of a time when they can
' own n paper of their own. In youtl
j we Jong for maturity, In age we yean
1 for the happy days of childhood. 'Jlhen
Is no excuse for it other than that w
all seem to he built that wny. Tlu
glass seems to he Just a little hi
greener and thriftier most any dlrec
lion from the place you occupy rlgli
now. Contentment Is as near to hupp!
tiess as you can get In this world.
Time is a perennially interesting sub
J oct. Hefore the chronometer i thi
Jeweler's window n procession is cot
stunt ly passing. The banker pulls out
Ids 700 repeater, compares it witli th
chronometer, and moves on. The of
fice boy witli just as much dignity 00 u
suits tlie dollar timepiece thnt bulgel ,jf
his little waistcoat. Hoth are equallj
under tlie spell of time. As most per
sons know, hhigland supplies the world
wllh that valuable hut Impalpable com
modity, that purely arbitrary thlnfl
which we call time. The meridian oi
the Royal Observatory tit Greenwich h
tlie point from which the day of tho
civilized world Is reckoned ; but h
America the t'nlted States Naval 01
servatory in Washington determine
Greenwich time, and distributes it by
telegraph. In the end, tlie watcli of
the man in the street is set by the
stars. Out of the vast number in tin
heavens there are some six hundred
visible either to the eye or the corn
era, which are known to be praelicnlly
Invariable. Tho astronomer selects ono
of them. Through the transit Instru
men t u telescope pointed at tlie meri
dian he watches, telegraphic key in
hand. On the lens of the telescope aro
eleven hnir lines. The' center ono
marks the meridian. As the star
crosses each of these lines the operntoi
presses his key, the wire of wmeli con
nect with an automatic recording clock
called a chronograph. This shows at
what time the star crossed the meri
dian. Astronomical tallies dotehnlnr
the time at which it should have cross
ed. Comparison of the standard clock
with these tables shows whether or not
the clock Is right. Tho time is distrib
uted at noon. Three minutes before 12
o'clock thousands of telegraph opera
tors sit in silence, waiting for the click
of the key which shall tell them that
tlie "muster clock" lu Washington lias
begun to speak. At one minute before
112 it begins, beating every second until
the litfy-fith. Then, after the pause,
comes a single heat, which marks exact
noon; and for another day the world
knows that It has the correct time to
tlie fraction of a second.
Yes, perhaps it is true that you aro
not appreciated. You growl and kick
and you think that story uncut fortun
knocking once at every man's door Is a
lie, and that the world, which is always
busy, 1ms been foolish enough to stop iu
its progress for the sole purpose to 'Jr
rest your development. Trouble is, you
haven't half, tried. You haven't merited
success. Perhaps you do not know that
the planet Uranus was once called Geor
glum Stilus, and then is a story ot
pluck In connection with the discovery
and christening of tlie planet. Lut 11
the 18th century William llersclul de
serted from a hand in tlie Hanoverian
Guards, and escaped to Kngland. His
tory doesn't tell whether he played solo
alto or the bass drum. It does say thai
he had a hobby and worked for it. 1 It
got a Job as church organist and sen
for ids sister Caroline, who whs a goo'
fellow. William taught musk and he
came popular, but it did not affect hit
head. He simply absorbed niathemut
ics and astronomy, and began stiu
gazing. Ho needed a telescope an!
good telescopes cost money. So lig
made one. lie whittled and carved and
Caroline followed around with a dust
pan and refused to get angry becauso
she was sure that William would da
things just give him time. IM ot
work on that telescope. You never went
up against 11 proposition like it. Ho
built and rebuilt. He refused to lie dis
couraged. And, mind you, there wns
no pay envelope in the Job. It was all
going out and nothing coming in for
the telescope. And one day the thing
was completed and William turned it
on the heavens. It worked. Tho
brains behind It had not miscalculated,
and on March IH, 1781. William discov
ered a blaze of light which ho reolized
must be a planet. It was. And tho
young deserter was famous almost In
a day. George 111. sent for him. pre
sented him with 11 royal pardon for
Jumping his contract with tlie Hanover
Sliver Cornet Army bund, and then pro
vlded lilm With an imonio that inado
the wolf forever desert the astrono
mer's door. Tho king even gave tho
young man apartments at Windsor cas
tle, providing him wtli all material for
. . . . .1 rt.. , I il.iiwt
niauing telescopes, ami v. aroiuie o"":
with him to the end, helping him '""V
come even more famous. Now. P'lt
r.wn.v your grouch. It is no good to you,
nnd no one else'wnuts It. And build
your telescope again. Keep on rebuild'
lug It. You may never discover a plan
et, but you can discover the meaning
of self-help, contentment, and reap the
reward that surely comes to those who
are proficient. Good moral In tho Her
schel story, If you will only apply it.
The woman who apologizes at tlie.
table the most, means it the least.
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