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CHAPTER XXVIII.—ICoktincbd.I
"You are complimentary to your
friend’s husband.”
“My friend!” exclaimed the girl;
■“ah, no, monsieur, she is not that—
she is too good for that—and if she
■used to be his friend, tell him he
ought to help her. She wants some
one’s help."
“Probably," returned the Scotch
man; “but U’b a dangerous thing, my
girl, to interfere between husband and
wife, and my friend Trill do well to
keep out of it. There, that will do for
this morning, Adele,” he added, as she
leaped from the rostrum; “take my
advice, and say nothing of this inci
dent to madame your friend. It may
unsettle her, and make the end of her'
married life rather more unbearable
than the beginning of it.”
He lit up his pipe again and strolled
carelessly about the studio until Adele
had left. Then his manner suddenly
changed; he left the studio, rushed*up
a flight of stairs, and entered the lit
tle snuggery above, where his com
panion was sitting, and clapped him
on the shoulder.'
. “Sutherland, my boy,” he exclaimed,
“good news.”
Sutherland, awakened suddenly from
his day-dream, started from his chair.
“About Marjorie?” he cried.
“Yes,” returned his friend with a
smile, “about Marjorie. ■ I have been
talking this morning with a woman
who is one of her intimate friends.
“Where is she?” .exclaimed Suther
land. "Let me see her.”
“Now, look here, my good fellow,”
returned the other, “you must sit
down and cease to excite yourself.
Moreover, you must work cautiously,
or my prize may turn out a blank.
Yes, I have discovered in the model
Adele one who may tell you just what
you want to know—who is often in
the house with Marjorie, who knows
exactly how happy or how wretched
she may be, and who, If properly
handled, may be made to tell you all.
But you must be careful, as I have
said, for she is a rough creature, and
might turn stubborn. She is gone
now, but she will return tomorrow,
and you shall talk to her. Think'it
over, and decide for yourself the best
way to act."
He descended to the studio, While
„ Sutherland sank again into his chair
F to think of Marjorie.
He spent a singularly restless night;
the next morning he looked pale and
harassed. But after breakfast when
he entered the studio he was quite
calm. He was working with his cus
tomary ardor when the studio door
opened and Adele came in.
The moment she appeared he sprang
up and accosted her.
“I am glad you have come,” he
said, in doubtful French. “I—I* wish
to speak to you about a lady whom
you know well. Yes; Nairn, my
friend, has told me that you know
her.”
Adele fixed her wild eyes upon the
young man, and then, with a curious
smile, pointed to a portrait.
“You mean her?” she asked.
“Yes, yes! Tell me all you know
ccncerning her. I am interested in
her—deeply interested. My friend
tells me that you sometimes visit the
house, though how or why I cannot
guess. What takes you there?”
“I carry a message sometimes from
the cabaret,” answered Adele.
“And you see her?—you speak to
her?”
“Why not?” said the girl, somewhat
defiantly, for she read in the young
man’s face no little astonishment that
Marjorie should see such company.
“Yes, I see her—and the child. She is
like that picture, but changed, older.
But there, perhaps you sometimes see
her for vourself.”
“Only from a distance,” answered
Sutherland. “I have not spoken to her,
she does not know that I am In Paris.
But I have seen enough,” he added,
sadly, “to suspect that she is unhap
py and neglected. Is that so?”
Adele looked at him for some mo
ments in silence, then she said, with
the low, harsh laugh habitual to her:
“You know little or nothing, mon
sieur. If you will swear not to be
tray me, I can tell you much more—
of her—and her husband. DIable, I
should love to do him an ill turn, and
her a good one. Will you swear?”
“Yes,” answered Sutherland, start
led by the girl's strange manner. “For
God’s sake, tell me all you know.”
Upon being further questioned, it
seemed that Adele knew really very
little concerning Marjorie herself. She
could only tell Sutherland what he
had already, by quiet observation, dis
covered for himself, that Marjorie
seemed unhappy; that there was no
sympathy between herself and her
husband; that, indeed, she seemed to
fear him.
About Caussidiere himself, Adele
was much more explicit—Indeed, she
seemed to be pretty well acquainted
with his secret life, and spoke of it
without reserve. Suddenly she asked:
“Do you know Mademoiselle Sera
phine, of the Chartelet?”
"No.”
“Well, Caussidiere does."
“What of that?”
“Well,” repeated Adele, “how dull
you ars, monsieur. You ask me
just now why Caussldiere neglects his
wile, and I tell you.”
“He has an intrigue with an ac
tress?”
“Not exactly. He simply prefers her
company. When Madame Mere sends
a little check, Caussldiere changes it,
gives Seraphine a little supper, and
leaves his wife to mind the baby at
home. Voila tout.”
She turned as if about to leave him,
but Sutherland called her back.
“Mademoiselle Adele, I—I am not a
rich man, but Madame Caussldiere has
friends who will not see her want. You
have access to her, I have not; you
can give her some money—”
Adele laughed aloud.
"That is so like a man,” she said.
“Give her money! I give her money,
who can earn but a few sous by sing
ing at a cafe? She would think I stole
it. Besides, she does not want money,
monsieur.”
Again she turned to go, and again he
detained her.
“Adele, you see madame very often,
do you not?”
“I go when I can. I like the boy.”
“Women can often say a word of
comfort to each other. You won’t say
that you ever met me, but if you can
make her happier by a word some
times—”
He paused in some confusion, and
held forth a napoleon. Adele laughed
again, and roughly tossed his hand
aside.
uahi Kindness is not to be bought
from Adele of the Mouche d’Or. I shall
see her often, for, as I said, I like the
child.”
During the few days which followed
Sutherland was like a man entranced
—utterly bewildered as to what he
should do.
Once or twice he saw Marjorie walk
ing with her little boy In the streets
of Paris, and he fancied that her face
looked more careworn than ever. He
dared not speak to her. It would be
better, he thought, to make his pres
ence known to Caussidiere, and to give
that gentleman plainly to understand
that unless Marjorie’s life were made
more bearable to her, the checks from
Miss Hetherington would inevitably
cease. That would be the only way to
touch Caussidiere’s heart—it was the
surest way to proceed, and Sutherland
determined to act upon it.
One morning—some two days after
his interview with Adele—he left his
rooms with the determination to find
Caussidiere. So e -[grossed was he with
this new idea tha'c for the time being
he forgot all else. He walked through
the streets, along the boulevards. He
was wondering how and where he
should carry out his design, when he
was suddenly startled by the sound of
his own name.
He started, turned quickly, and
found himself face to face with Mar
jorie.
For a moment he could say nothing.
A mist was before his eyes, and his
rising tears choked him; but he held
forth his hands to grasp her trembling
fingers.
“Johnnie,” she said, “it is really
you’ Oh, I am so glad, so glad!”
He brushed away the mist which was
blinding his eyes and looked at her
again. Her cheeks were suffused, her
eyes sparkled, and a sad smile played
about the corners of her mouth. She
looked at that moment something like
the Marjorie whom he had known
years before.
The change lasted only for a mo
ment, then her face became paler and
sadder than it had been before, and
her voice trembled as she said:
“Johnnie, you must tell me now how
they all are at Dumfries.”
She sat down on one of the benches
which were placed by the roadside, and
Sutherland took his seat beside her.
“I was sitting here,” she said, “when
I saw you pass. At first I could not
believe it was you, It seemed so strange
that you should be in Paris, that I
should meet a friend from Scotland.”
The tears came into her eyes again.
and her voice trembled. Turning
her face away, she beheld a pair of
eyes gazing wonderlngly up at her.
“Leon, mon petit,” she said, placing
her hand upon her child’s golden curls;
then turning to Sutherland she said;
“This is my little boy.”
As little Leon was not conversant
with English, Sutherland addressed
him in the best French at his com
mand. He took the child on his knee,
and the three sat together to talk over
old times.
“It Beems so strange, I can hardly
believe it is reai,” said Majorle. “Tell
me how long hive you been in Paris,
and how long will you stay?”
“How long I shall stay I don’t
know,” said Sutherland. “I have been
here several months.”
“Several months?” repeated Marjo
rie, "and I see you today for the first
time.”
“I thought it would be better for us
both, Marjorie, that I should keep
away.”
Perhaps she understood his meaning,
for she turned the conversation to oth
er things. He told her of the changes
which had taken place in Annandale;
that the old servant Mysns lay with the
minister sleeping in the kirkyard; that
a large family filled the manse; and
that Miss Hetherlngton was the only
being who, amidst all this changing.
remained unchanged. A gray, wenry,
worn-out woman, sho dwelt alone In
Annandale Castle.
Holding little Leon by the hand, they
strolled quietly along under the trees.
Presently they came to one of the
many merry-go-rounds which are to
be found In the Champs Elysees. Mer
ry children were riding on the wooden
horses, and mothers and nursery-maids
were looking on.
Here little Leon clamored for a ride,
and Sutherland placed him on one of
the horses. As he rode round and
round, uttering cries of Infantine de
light, Marjorie looked on with height
ened color, here eyes full of mother’s
tender rapture; and, gaztng upon her,
Sutherland thought to himself:
"Poor Marjorie! She loves her hus
band for her child's sake. I have no
right to come between them.”
When the ride was done and the
three passed on together, Marjorie
seemed to have forgotten al her trou
ble and to look her old smiling self, but
Sutherland's heart sank In deep dejec
tion.
Close to the Madeleine they parted,
with a warm handshake and a prom
ise to meet again.
From that day forth Marjorie and
Sutherland met frequently, and walked
together In the Bois de Boulogne or on
the boulevards, with little Leon for a
companion. At her express entreaty
he refrained from speaking to Caussl
diere, though he saw that, despite her
attempts at cheerfulness, her face
sometimes wore an expression of in
creasing pain. He began to suspeat
that there was something very wrong
indeed; and he determined to discover,
if possible, the exact relations exist
ing between Marjorie and her husband.
Meantime, the meetings with his old
sweeheart were full of an abundant
happiness, tempered with sympathetic
distress.
CHAPTER XXIX.
U T H E R LAND’S
Buspic Ions were
correct. Matters be
tween husband and
wife were rapidly
coming to a climax.
Day after day, and
s o m e t imes night
after night, Caussl
dlere was from
home, and when he
was there his man
ner towara nis wire ana cnua was al
most brutal.
Marjorie bore her lot with exemplary
docility and characteristic gentleness;
but one day her patience gave way.
She received a communication—an
anonymous letter—which ran as fol
lows, but in the French tongue:
"Madame—When your husband is
not with you he is with Mademoiselle
Seraphine of the Chatelet.”
Marjorie read the lettdV through
twice, then folded it and put it in her
pocket. Caussidiere was late home
that night; indeed, it was nearly two
o’clock before his latch-key was put in
the door; yet when he mounted the
stairs he found that Marjorie was sit
ting up for him.
“Diable, what are you doing here?”
"Where have you been so late,
Leon?” she quietly replied.
He stared at her with an ominous
frown as he said:
“What !s that to you? Go to bed.”
Seeing well that he was in no mood
to be questioned, she obeyed him; but
the next morning, when they were sit
ting at breakfast, she returned to the
subject again.
“Leon,” she said, “where is it that
you go so often when you are away
from me?”
Caussidiere looked at her with a new
light in his eyes; then he turned away
his head and continued his breakfast.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
INCOMES THAT SEEM LARGE.
It is always assumed that great
painters make fortunes almost with a
turn of the hand. That, at all events,
is not the experience of M. Puvis do
Chavannes, the most celebrated paint
er in France at the present time, who
has been working for thirty-seven
years, estimates that the total amount
he has been able to earn by his pic
tures in that time has amounted to
scarcely £16,000. In other words, his
income has averaged only about £430
a year.
This even does not represent profit,
for naturally his expenses in hiring
models and in purchasing materials
would have to be deducted from this
very modest sum.
Similar abnormal figures between
position and Income are occasionally
met with in other professions, al
though as a rule men do not like to
proclaim the fact that they have not
been great money-makers.
One of the most remarkable ex
amples of this fact was the case of a
famous oculist living in Harley street.
He was the senior surgeon of one of
the most celebrated ophthalmic hos
pitals in London, and held one of the
highest positions in the professional
world as a consultant.
In speaking of the subject of earn
ings to a professional friend ono day,
he Jokingly asked:
“What would you think has been
the most I have ever earned in a year
out of the practice of my profession?’’
The friend looked up not knowing
what to answer, whereupon the old
oculist went on: "Well, you would j
perhaps be surprised if I told you that 1
I have never earned £100 in twelve
months.”
The best quality of maple syvup
comes from the north side of the tiee,
but the flow is not so large as when
the tree is tapped on the south side. I
FAREWELL TOSHODDY
IMPORTATION DISCOURAGED
UNDER NEW TARIFF.
Nearly Fifty Million* of Tbl* Counter
feit Staff Entered Into the Clothing
of American Wage BKarner* Uurine
the Cloalne Tire Ira Mouth* of the
Wilaon-Uorman Law.
"Shoddy, 25 cents per pound." Such
is the stalwart provision In the new
tariff law. The time Is past when the
woolen rags and wastes ot all Europe
can be crowded upon this country to'
debase the standard ot goods used In
every household. Shoddy is the name
of the poorest refuse of Its kind. In
the last year of the McKinley law Its
importation reached only 143,000
pounds. But the Wilson law sent up
the importation in 1895 to 14,000,000
pounds, in 1896 to 18,000,000 pounds
and in 1897 to 49,000,000 pounds. It
was high time to call a halt on this
curse upon honest manufacturing.
More than half a pound of shoddy for
every inhabitant of the United States
was brought to our shores in the last
year of the Wilson law, and Is sure to
reappear somewhere in fabrics pre
tending to be, better than they are. All
the fine theories about free wool took
this miserable shape in actual prac
tice. As far as free-trade was put in
operation, its result was rank shoddy
ism, Idle workers, a national treasury
in distress and a huge deficit.
The 49,000,000 pounds of shoddy that
came to us across tho Atlantic in the
last twelve months of the Wilson law
will not be duplicated In the year fol
lowing. The counterfeit stuff, a fitting
emblem for a disastrous free trade ex
periment, has been shut out. But
much of It, brought in to evade the
new duty, is stacked up in warehouses,
and as long as it holds out will work
to the injury of the consumer, who
knowingly would not purchase articles
In which it 13 used. The foreign shod
dy goods were given a deceptive finish,
and, as the "reporter” states, drove
out of the market enormous quantities
of domestic fabrics. European manu
A CASE THAT CALLS FOR CONSULTATION.
.FREIGHT CHARGES PAID EVERT
YEAR BY THE UNITED STATES
TOFOREIGN SHIPSfrjaftOOO.OOO.
'PROTECTION
-^ TONICS.
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Uncle Sam, M. D.: "Your condition demands heroic treatment, but the Na
tional Congress of Physicians must prescribe the proper remedy.”
facturers utilized the period of the
Wilson law to flood this country with
sham goods, crippling our own Indus
tries while fooling us to the top of our
bent. . The Wilson law era of shoddy
ism is over and it is scarcely conceiv
able that the voters of the country will
ever invite its repetition.—St. Louis
“Globe-Democrat.”
Foolish Comparisons.
Comparisons of the revenue produc
ing powers of the tariff laws of ISO t
and 1897 for the first four months of
their operation are the favorite stock
in trade of free-trade sophists. They
take the best and the worst periods, re
spectively, of the two laws as their ba
sis, and are delighted at the bad show
ing for protection. No one should be
misled by such an open-faced manipu
lation of statistics.
The first (our months of the Wilson
law of 1894 found the .country relative
ly destitute of Imported goods, for
with the result of the election of 1892,
when the policy of low tariff and no
tariff was inaugurated, came a deple
tion of stocks to the lowest possible
point in preparation for the lower du
ties and lower values certain to come.
With the Dlngley law of ' 1897 the
case was diametrically opposite. Its |
first four months found the country
heavily overstocked with goods im
ported under the lower duties and no
duties of the Wilson law. The excess
of revenue from this source in the final
four months of that law umounted to
548,000,000.
Therefore, nothing could be more
palpably unfair and deceptive than a
comparison of revenue results in the
first four months of the two laws.
Yet it is this sort of stuff that the
free-traders mainly rely upon to prove
their contention that as a revenue pro
ducer the Dlngley law is a failure. In
tellects which are swayed by that kind
of argument must be either immature,
feeble or in some manner defective.
Will Keep Million' of Dollars at Home.
Not many years ago very little sill;
was manufactured in the United States,
and some knowing gentlemen were pre
dicting that the industry never could
country the equivalent of 11,862,582
bushels of wheat, and In 1896 she took
from us 31,408,314. It has been discov
ered that a steady rice diet is promo
tlve of a disease known as kakke, and
therefore the Japanese authorities have
ordered occasional rations of flour for
their army and navy.
This action will further increase the
consumption of flour in that country,
and it is believed by those who have
given some attention to the matter
that as a sanitary measure the rice
ration in both the Japanese and Chi
nese armies will be materially re
duced and replaced with flour. The
further result will bo largely increased
demand for American flour, which,
coming just at this time, will aid in
making higher the prices that farm
ers will receive for their wheat.—Ex
change.
Means Countless Millions*
The amount of beet sugar produced
in Germany during the current year is
estimated at 1,790,000 tons, a slight de
crease from 1896, when the yield was
1,821,000 tons. For Austria-Hungary
the yield is placed at 822,000 tons,
against 927,000 tons laBt year, while
France shows an increase, 751,000 tons,
against 703,000 tons last year. These
enormous figures are interesting to
Americans, for they show the vast im
portance to which beet sugar produc
tion will soon be brought in our own
country under the fostering care of a
wise protective system. The develop
ment of this Industry in the United
States means countless millions of dol
lars to the farmers, countless millions ,
kept at home which are now sent ;
abroad to pay for foreign sugar. ;
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Duty of Congress.
The duty of congress is plain. It
must cut the garment according to the
cloth. It ought to make sure, by
painstaking work upon the appropria
tions, that the expenses of the govern
ment for the next fiscal year shall not
exceed the revenues to be reasonably
anticipated from the operation of the
Dingley law as it stands and from such
new internal revenue legislation as
may be adopted at the current session.
—Louisville Commercial.
amount to anything here. They pre
dicted It just as they predicted the
same thing regarding tin plate, steel
rails, and a great many other things
that we are now making in enormous
quantities. This also has been the his
tory of the silk industry. Under pro
tective tariff laws it has grown from a
small beginning until it is becoming
one of the most Important industries
in the country. Very little silk plush
has been made here, and now with the
raise of the duty by the Dingley bill
to a protective tariff there is encour
agement for the development of a plush
industry which will keep millions of
dollars that have been going abroad
within the boundaries of our own coun
try. It is only another one of the ob
ject lessons illustrating a plain busi
ness proposition, but which the free
trade theorists and doctrinaires refuse
to see.—Wheeling Intelligencer.
Cannot Bo Disputed.
Protectionists maintain that the pro
tective policy, by insuring American
capitalists against foreign competition,
has led them to embark their capital,
and has enabled them to build up large
enterprises, in which thousands of
wage earners find employment. It is
for the free traders to show wherein
this contention is unsound. When they
have done this—and they have never
found it easy to do—they will be called
upon to convince the American publio
that if protection had not been the pol
icy of this country our capitalists
would have been equally enterprising
and equally successful, or else that
some other equally valuable results
would have been obtained. And though
the free traders are numerous, and
though some of them are able, they do
not make much progress in their efforts
to convince the American public of
these things.—Milwaukee Sentinel,
Japan and Amcrlran Floor.
American products are steadily
working their way into the markets
of the world, and in every instance
where they have gained a footing
their consumption rapidly Increases.
Japan is beginning to appreciate the
benefits and advantages of American
flour. In 1890 she received from this
Arm Not Good Citizen*.
No food citizen would care to zee a j*>
flclt rile up In the revenues out of a ntn
partisan desire to spite the admtnlstm*
tlon or Mr. Dlngley and his bill. The V
proof of the Dlngley pudding will be in
the eating.—Boston Globe.
Then It must surely follow that fro#
traders are not, as a rule, good citizens.
Certain It is that the enemies of protec
tion, with scarcely any exception, are
intensely anxious that there shall be a
deficit under the Dlngley law. They
want to see a big deficit pile up, and the
bigger the deficit the more they will be
pleased.
, But if, on the other hand, the law
should work out ample revenues in ac
cordance with the careful calculations
of its framers, these free trade harpies
will be bitterly disappointed.
In such an event their last and only
weapon against protection will be sadly
hacked and blunted. For If protection,
besides bringing about a return of
prosperity to the business and the In
dustries of the country, shall also pro
vide revenue sufficient for the needs of
the government upon the basis of reas
onable and prudent economy, what
then will become of the free trade ar
guments and theories?
No; it will not do at all to have the
Dlngley tariff turd out to be a better
revenue producer than tbe Wilson free
trade abortion proved to be.
Free traders are extremely scarce
who can look toward such a result with
any degree of complacency. They hive 1
for the worst, not the best.
Therefore, the Boston Globe is ex
tremely uncomplimentary when It
says: "No good citizen would care to
see a deficit pile up.” It has long been
suspected that. In the strictest sense,
free traders were not good citizens.' ‘
That suspicion now becomes a certain
ty in view of the Globe’B Incriminating
avowal.
A Iilheral Offset.
It is estimated that four years of the
Wilson tariff cost the people of the
United States over $5,000,000,000. Four
months of the Dingley tariff have net
ted a deficiency of revenue amounting
to about $35,000,000. Against the lat
ter sum set the enormous gains which
protection has showered upon the
country in the shape of increased _
values of agricultural and industrial
products, Increased work and wages,
and increased operations in every line ..
of business activity, and the deficit of
the first four months of the Dingley
tariff seems but a trivial thing. It
does not represent more than 1 per '
cent of the gross volume of benefits
growing out of the restoration of pro
tection and prosperity for the calendar
year of 1897. , <<iy.
P.ffoats of Procrastination.
1 he anticipatory imports of woo! and *
woolens and sugar—rendered possible
by Democratic procrastinating talk
and the debating of amendments which
the opposers did not desire or expect ,
to have adopted, and other tricks of
delay practiced for the express purpose
of enabling outside confederates to run
in enormous quantities of goods under
the schedules of the Democratic Wil
son-Gorman bill—have prevented the
Dingley tariff bill from producing as
much revenue by many millions as it V
would be doing but for the unpatriotic
and fraudulent action of the Democrat
ic senators.—Chicago Tribune.
Reaching Oat for Foreign Markets.
It was not until the restoration to
power of the party of protection and a
stable currency inspired them with
confidence to rehabilitate their plants
that American manufacturers found
themselves in a position to go ahead at
full speed. Now that the home market
is secured to them they have taken
heart of grace to reach out for the for
eign market as well. Our English
friends will find the competition from
this side the Atlantic a more serious
factor in their reckonings every year.
—Oswego (N. Y.) Times.'
In a Terrible Stew.
Give Reciprocity a Trial.
Reciprocity has been proved to be
one 6t the popular principles of the
Republican party, having received s
very general indorsement by the mer
chants and manufacturers of the coun
try. During the present period of com
mercial expansion made evident by our
large gains in exports It is likely to be
more popular than ever. All the cir
cumstances seem favorable for giving
the reciprocity policy the fullest possi
ble trial, and It is hardly likely that
congress will disappoint the expecta
tions of the people in this regard.—*
Milwaukee Sentinel.
Coma la Oat of the Wot.
This country is necessary for the
prosperity of Canada, and the only
satisfactory solution of the question
for Canadians is to come in out of ftie
wet; to cease to be a colony, wipe out
the imaginary line and become the
northern tier of states of the greatest
union the sun has ever shone upon.—
Tacoma Ledger
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