1 THE MAID af MAIDEN LANE
Sequel to “The Bow of Orange Ribbon.”
A LOVE STORY BY AMELIA E. BARR
(Copyright, 1$00, by Amelia E. Barr)
1 CHAPTER X.—(Continued.)
• *T am not very uneasy for her; if
Arenta is in trouble she will cry it
out, and call for help on every hand.
During this conversation Annie was
in a reverie which it in no way touch
ed. She was thinking all the time of
her cousin George, and of the singular
abruptness with which his love life
had been cut short, and it was this
train of thought which led her to say
impulsively:
“Uncle, it is my desire to go to
Philadelphia.”
The earl looked at her with incredu
lity. “What nonsense, Annie!” he
exclaimed. “For you a journey to
Philadelphia would be an arduous un
dertaking, and one without any rea
sonable motive.”
“Oh, indeed! Do you call George
Washington an unreasonable motive?
I wish to see him.”
“I wish the journey were an easier
one.”
"To be sure, the roads and the cold
will be a trial; but then my uncle, you
•can give them to me, as God gives
trials to his beloved. He breaks them
up into small portions, and puts a
night's sleep between the portions.
<Can you not also do this?”
“You little Methodist!” answered
the earl, with a tender gleam in his
-eyes. “I see that I shall have to give
you your own way. Will you go with
us, George?”
“Yes; I desire to see Washington. I
wish to see the greatest of Ameri
cans.”
This was the initial conversation
which, after some opposition, and a
little temper from madame the count
ess, resulted in the Hyde family vis
iting Philadelphia.
A handsome house, handsomely fur
nished, had been found; and madame
had brought with her the servants nec
essary to care for it, and for the fam
ily’s comfort.
In a week she had come to the con
clusion that Joris was disappointed;
which indeed was very much the Case.
He could hear nothing of Cornelia. He
had never once got a glimpse of her
lovely countenance, and no scrutiny
had revealed to him the place of her
abode.
A month passed in unfruitful search
ing misery, and Hyde was almost
hopeless. The journey appeared to be
altogether a failure; and he said to
Annie, “I am ashamed for my selfish
ness in permitting you to come here.
-I see that you have tired yourself to
death for nothing at all.”
She gave her head a resolute little
shake and answered, “Wait and see.
Something is coming. Do you know
that I am going to Mrs. Washington’s
k reception to-morrow evening? I shall
/ see the President. Cousin, you are to
be my cavalier, if it please you, and
my uncle and aunt will attend us.”
“I am devotedly at your service,
Annie; and I will at least point out to
you some of the dazzling beauties of
our court—the splendid Mrs. Bingham,
the Miss Allens and Miss Chews, and
the brilliant Sally McKean.”
The next evening Joris had every
reason to feel proud of his cousin.
The touch of phantasy and flame in
her nature illumined her face, and no
dne could look at her without feeling
that a fervent and transparent soul
gazed from her eyes, so lambent with
soft spiritual fire. This impression
was enhanced by her childlike gown
of white crape over soft white silk;
it suggested her sweet fretless life,
and also something unknown and un
seen in her very simplicity.
Mrs. Washington’s parlors were
crowded that night. The earl at once
i' i, i, n ni 1 i; i
“ I see I shall have to give you your
own way.”
presented his niece to Mrs. Washing
ton. and afterward to the President,
n*;who as a guest of Mrs. Washington,
V was walking about the rooms talking
to the ladies present. For a few min
utes he remained in conversation with
the party, then he went forward, and
Hyde turning with his beautiful
charge, met Cornelia face to face.
They looked at each other as two
disembodied souls might meet and
look after death—reproaching, ques
tioning, entreating, longing. Hyde
flushed and paled, but could not for
his very life make the slightest effort
at recognition or speech. Cornelia,
who had seen his entry, was more
prepared. She gave him one long
look of tender reproach as she passed,
but she made no movement of recog
nition. If she had said one syllable—
if she had paused one moment, if she
had shown in any way the least de
sire for a renewal of their acquaint
ance, Hyde was sure his heart would
have instantly responded. As it was,
they had met and parted in a moment,
and every circumstance had been
against him. For it was the most
natural thing in life, that he should,
after his cousin’s interview with
Washington, stoop to her words with
delight and interest; and it was
equally natural for Cornelia to put the
construction on his attentions which
every one else did.
Hyde wandered through the parlors
speaking to one and another but ever
on the watch for Cornelia. He saw
her no more that night. She had
withdrawn as soon as possible after
meeting Hyde, and he was so miser
ably disappointed, so angry at the un
propitious circumstances which had
dominated their casual meeting,
that he hardly spoke to any one as
they returned home.
The next day Annie asked: “Do
you remember the Rev. Mr. Damer,
rector cf Downhill Market?”
“Very well. He preached very tire
some sermons.”
"His daughter Mary was at the
ball last night.”
What is Mary Damer doing in
America?"
“She is on a visit to her cousin,
wdio is married to the Governor of
Massachusetts. He is here on some
state matter, and as Miss Damer also
wished to see Washington, he brought
her with him.”
“I was a mere lad when I saw her
last. Is she passable?”
"She is extremely handsome. My
aunt heard that she is to marry a
Boston gentleman of good promise
and estate. I dare say it is true.”
It was so true that even while they
were speaking of the matter Mary was
writing these words to her betrothed:
“Yesterday I met the Hydes. The
young lord got out of my way. Did he
imagine I had designs on him? I
look for a better man. I may see a
great deal of them in the coming
summer, and then I may find out. At
present I will dismiss the Hydes. I
have met pleasanter company.”
Annie dismissed the subject with
the same sort of impatience. It seem
ed to no one a matter of any import
ance.
Hyde was shaken, confused, lifted
oft his feet, as it were; but after an
other day had passed, he had come to
one steady resolution—he would
speak to Cornelia when he next met
her, no matter where it was, or who
was with her.
For nearly a week he kept a con
scious, constant watch. Its insisting
sorrowful longing was like a cry from
Love’s watch towers, but it did not
reach the beloved one, or else she
did not answer it. One bright morn
ing he resolved to walk through the
great dry goods stores, where the beau
ties of the “gay Quakers” bought their
choicest fabrics in foreign chintzes,
lawns and Indian muslins. He was
getting impatient of the bustle and
pushing, when he saw Anthony Cly
mer approaching him. The young
man was driving a new and very spir
ited team, and as he with some diffi
culty held them, he called to Hyde to
come and drive with him. After an
hour’s driving they came to a fomous
hostelry, and Clymer said, “Let us give
ourselves lunch, and the horses bait
and a rest, then we will make them
show their mettle home again.”
The young men had a luxurious
meal and more good wine than they
ought to have taken.
The champ and gallop of the horses
and Clymer’s vociferous enjoyment of
his own wit, blended, and for a mo
ment or two Hyde was under a physi
cal exhilaration as intoxicating as the
foam of the champagne they had been
drinking. In the height of this mere
tricious gaiety, a carriage, driving at a
rather rapid rate turned into the
road; and Cornelia suddenly raised
her eyes to the festive young men,
and then dropped them with an
abrupt, even angry expression.
Hyde became silent and speechless,
and Clymer was quickly infected by
the very force and potency of his com
panion’s agitation and distressed sur
prise. Both were glad to escape the
other’s company, and Hyde fled to the
privacy of his own room, that he
might hide there the almost unbear
able chagrin and misery this unfor
tunate meeting had caused him.
“Where shall I run to avoid my
self?” he cried, as he paced the floor
in an agony of shame. "She will nev
er respect me again. She ought not.
I am the most wretched of lovers.”
For some days sorrow and confus
ion and distraction bound his senses;
he refused all company, would neither
eat, nor sleep, nor talk, and he looked
as white and wan as a spectre. A
stupid weight, a dismal sullen still
ness succeeded the storm of shame
and grief; and he felt himself to be
the most forlorn of human beings. At
length, however, the first misery of
that wretched meeting passed away,
and then he resolved to forget.
“It is all past!” he said despairingly.
“She is lost to me forever! Alas, alas.
Cornelia. Though you would not be
lieye me, it was the most perfect love
that I gave you!”
Cornelia’s sorrow, though quite as
profound, was different in character.
Her sex and various other considera
tions taught her more restraint; but
she also felt the situation to be alto
gether unendurable, for despite all
reason, despite even the evidence of
her own eyes, Cornelia kept a reserve.
And in that pitiful last meeting, there
had been a flash from Hyde's eyes,
that said to her—she knew not what
of unconquerable love and wrong and
sorrow—a flash swifter than lightning
and equally potential. It had stirred
into tumult and revolt all the plati
tudes with which she had tried to
quiet her restless heart; made her
doubtful, pitiful and uncertain of all
things, even while her lover's reckless
gaiety seemed to confirm her worst
suspicions. And she felt unable to
face constantly this distressing dubi
ous questioning, so that it was with
almost irritable entreaty she said,
"Let us go home, mother.”
“I have desired to do so for two
weeks, Cornelia,” answered Mrs. Mo
ran. “I think our visit has already
been too long.”
"My Cousin Silas has now begun to
make love to me; and his mother and
sisters like it no better than I da
l hate this town with Its rampant, af
fected fashion and frivolities! Mother,
let us go home, at once. Lucinda can
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Had a luxurious meal.
pack our trunks to-day, and we will
leave In the morning.”
“Can we go without an escort?”
“Oh, yes, we can. Lucinda will wail
on us—she too is longing for New
York—and who can drive us more
carefully than Cato? I am at the end
of my patience. I am like to cry out!
I am so unhappy, mother!”
“My dear, we will go home to-mor
row. We can make the journey in
short stages. Do not break down now.
Cornelia. It is only a little longer.”
“I shall not break down—if we go
home.” And as the struggle to resist
sorrow proves the capacity to resist it,
Cornelia kept her promise. As they
reached New York her cheerfulness
increased, and when they turned into
Maiden Lane she clapped her hands
for very joy.
She ran upstairs to her own dear
room, laid her head on her pillow, sat
down in her favorite chair, opened her
desk, let in all the sunshine she could,
and then fell with holy gratitude on
her knees and thanked God for her
sweet home, and for the full cup ot
mercies he had given her to drink
in it.
When she went downstairs the mail
had just come in, and the Doctor sat
before a desk covered with news
papers and letters. “Cornelia,” he
cried in a voice full of interest, “here
is a letter for you—a long letter.. It
is from Paris.”
She examined the large sheets
closed with a great splash of red wax,
bearing the de Tounnerre crest. It
had indeed come from Paris, the city
of dreadful slaughter, yet Cornelia
opened it with a smiling excitement,
as she read:
“It is from Arenta!”
(To be continued.)
NEW PHASE IN PHOTOGRAPHY.
Artists Now Go to Patrons Instead of
Waiting a Call from Them.
It is no longer regarded as the
proper thing in society to go to a
photograph gallery to have one’s pic
ture taken. Leaders of the smart sot
at the east have decreed that the ar
tists shall come to the houses of the
sitters, although an extra charge is
involved in the new arrangement
The men who do this at-home work
must be artists of the first class
These pictures in the home have revo
lutionized one fashion. Formerly a
woman would wear all her jewels and
take her stand before the camera in
her most pretentious frock, but now
these display pictures are tabooed and
the woman dresses simply. A favor
ite pose with one photographer has
the subject in a picture hat, with bare
shoulders and wearing a simple string
of pearls.
More recent even than the dash
ing hat and glistening shoulders is
the photographing of young matrons
with their children. In England these
pictures are in great vogue and th<
woman who poses wears a house gowr
suggestive of the calm of the nursery
The photograph of the lovely count
ess of Warwick with her daughter was
one of the most popular in England
Lady Warwick’s arms were entwinec
about the pretty child and the picture
was sold just the same as those of
Ellen Terry, Edna May and other ce!o
britles. Another woman who is pho
tographed always with her child is
Rachel, countess of Dudley, wife 01
the lord lieutenant of Ireland. The
countess is one of the great English
beauties.
AS TO STANDING PAT
LATEST ASPECT OF THE TARIFF
REVISION QUESTION.
The Plain Speaking of President
Roosevelt, Secretaries Root, Shaw
and Others Has Wrought a
Marked Change in the Situation and
Outlook.
The changes that have occurred In
he situation and outlook regarding
arlff revision during the past few days
ire the subject of careful comment by
i member of the cabinet In the Wash
ngton correspondence of the New
York Tribune of April 7. If the
;peeches of Secretaries Shaw and
Root, March 31 and April 3, respective
y, were read and approved by the pres
ident before they were delivered—
and nobody doubts that they were—
’.he meaning and the Intent of the
President’s speeches at Milwaukee
and Minneapolis become all the clear
er. His purpose obviously was to
throw the entire weight of adminis
tration Influence against the supreme
folly of talking tariff revision at this
time. Secretaries Shaw and Root de
livered powerful addresses designed to
prove that changes in the Dtngley
law schedules in the direction of lower
duties or no duties are not called for
by any of the conditions of Industry
and trade; on the contrary, the coun
try’s Interests will be best served by
letting the tariff entirely alone, at
least until after the national election
of 1904.
Right upon the heels of these public
declarations by his two secretaries
came, first, the speech of President
Roosevelt at Milwaukee on the gen
eral subject of trusts, in which he
took the ground that a remedy for
trust evils must not be sought for In
tariff revision. The same week, at
Minneapolis, the president fired his
big broadside against any and all
forms of tariff tinkering. If Secre
taries Root and Shaw left any part of
the ground uncovered in their
speeches, the President certainly cov
ered it at Minneapolis. In the lan
guage of the cabinet officer quoted by
the New York Tribune, the President
“w’ent direct to the territory where
the ‘Iowa Idea’ is supposed to prevail.
(In both speeches he struck straight
He Has Been Told That His Broom Is a Nuisance.
out from the shoulder, and he rang
the boll twice.”
In the same week Senator Allison
gave out an authorized interview in
which he said: "No tariff revision,”
and incidentally took occasion to say
that in his judgment reciprocity In
competitive products was a dream
that has little chance of ever being
realized. Senator Frye, the acting
Vice-President, declared himself in
equally positive terms. About the
same time William Jennings Bryan
was delivering a speech at Des Moines
in which he praised Gov. Cummins
warmly for his “progressive” tarlfT
ideas and welcomed him to the Demo
cratic fold.
All this Is interesting history. It
means much to the Republican party
and the country. It means, says the
cabinet officer quoted by the Tribune,
that—“Tariff reformers masquerading
under the guise of Republicans will
have to become classified under an
other name, or welcomed back into
the ranks of the Democracy, as Gov.
Cummins has been by Bryan. The
Republican party, with Roosevelt at
its head, will stand for no tariff revis
ion, at least until after the next Presi
dential election. This is the lesson to
be learned from the developments of
the last week.”
From the temper displayed by the
Iowa “progressives” it is evident that
the speeches of the President and Sec
retaries Shaw and Root have not
stamped out the “Iowa idea” so far
as the leaders In the revolt are con
cerned. They still proclaim their in
tention to clamor and work and plan
for the realization of their pet ambi
tion. They want to go thundering
down the corridors of time as the res
cuers of the Republican party from
the dire dilemma of too much pros
perity, as the Moseses who shall lead
that party out of the bondage of the
Pharaohs of the trusts and into the
promised land of a "reformed” tariff
and “potential competition.” These
schemers for power and control de
clare it to be their fixed and unal
terable purpose to go before the na
tional convention in 1904 and demand
a downward revision of the tariff. If
they have their way they will force
tariff revision as a dominant issue of
the campaign of next year, in spite
of the demand of the President and his
advisers and the best brain of the
party that tariff revision shall be en
tirely kept out of that campaign and,
not taken up at all until after the elec
tion of 1904. I
But the question is, not what these
scheming leaders want, but what the
people want. To be a leader one must
have a following. Can these Iowa
disturbers succeed in winning the
people away from the President and
the great mass of the Republican
party? Will the people follow them
In the direction of the camp where Mr.
Bryan stands reaching out his hands
in eager welcome? It remains to be
seen. We are Inclined to think not.
Encouraged by Bryan.
It is to be hoped that Gov. Cum
mins of Iowa is entirely satisfied. He
is one of the chief exponents among
Republicans of tariff revision. There
are a few persons out his way who be
lieve in tearing things up and who are
followers of what has become to be
known as the “Iowa idea." They
have been received with open arms
by Brother Bryan.
“Let us encourage Gov. Cummins."
said Mr. Bryan at a JefTersonian ban
quet in Des Moines on Thursday
(Fancy Bryan looking to Jefferson for
comfort!) “Let us encourage him,
for every word that he speaks in favor
of tariff reform or anti-trust legisla
tion will have an educational in
fluence."
While Bryan was speaking in Iowa,
Senator Lodge and Secretary Root
were making addresses In Boston and
taking the ground that protection had
made the country great, and that to
abandon it or to permit it to be ripped
up by “tariff reformers" or “tariff re
visionists" would result In a general
upheaval of business.
Gov. Cummins found no indorse
ment for his course among these Re
publican thinkers, but from Mr. Bryan
he received praise. From which it
would appear that the "Iowa idea” Is
exceedingly comforting to the Demo
crats.
Praise from Bryan! Certainly Gov
Cummins ought to be ready to retire
on his laurels now.—Philadelphia In
quirer.
The Folly of Free Trade.
A paper which Is constantly agitat>
ing itself over the evils of the pres
ent protective tariff, in an article on
England’s food supply, says that 1b
1854-55 the United Kingdom was prac
tically growing enough wheat to feed
her population of 27,000,000; but in
1900-1901 only one-fifth of the wheat
consumed by the population of 41,300,
000 was grown in the British isles, the
other four-fifths being Imported from
foreign countries." Admiral Free
mantle of the British navy, recently
called attention to Great Britain's de
pendence and helplessness in case oi
war with the United States, and warn
ed the British people of the perils in
cident to becoming a nation of middle
men, with constant decline in th«
sources of domestic production.
Great Britain ceased to raise its
own wheat when it adopted the policy
of free trade. The agriculture oi
Great Britain flourished as long as
there was a duty on British grown
wheat. The value of its acres have
declined, and fields which bore large
yields of wheat under high culture
have been put into grass. The farms
have been abandoned and the cities
are crowded with population, thou
sands of whom, within the past few
weeks, have marched in processions
in Ixrndon, asking for labor. There is
no labor for them. Great Britain buys
her bread a little cheaper in the
United States and other countries, but
bent on cheapness, she has lost the
independence incident to her ability
to raise the wheat. For a time she
controlled the markets of the world
for her textiles, iron and other manu
facturers, but in these things the
other nations have overtaken her, and
now Great Britain helplessly deplores
the decline of her foreign trade com
pared with her great rivals—t.h*
United States and Germany.—Iris!
World.
A Priceless Jewel.
The richest market in the world, the
priceless jewel of commerce, is the
market of the United States. The pro
tective tariff holds its treasure secure
to the American wage-earners and all
the American people. This is the
simple essence of protection. It is
the cardinal principle of the American
tariff system which has been made
a national policy* by the Republican
party; which, with the control of the
“trusts,” will be the great issue oa
which Mr. Roosevelt will go to thi
voters next year asking them to elect
him President of the United States,
—New York Press.
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The Hardy Catalpa.
Wm. L. Hall: Hardy Catalpa makes
its best growth on very rich, deep
soil. In the Farllngton forest the best
returns on the best soil are almost
five times as great, as on the poorest.
Grown in pure stand, the Catalpa
should be protected from the wind by
shelter belts of taller trees. A thin
belt of cottonwood on the windward
side of a plantation will protect the
edge trees and allow them to make
much taller and straighter growth;
even an Osage orange hedge, though
not growing so tall, will generally
protect them. It is much cheaper for
the planter to grow his trees from
seed than to buy them from a nursery.
If a large number are to be planted.
In the Munger plantation the cost of
trees grown on the farm was 60 cents
per thousand, while those from a nur
sery, with freight, cost about $4 per
thousand. The cost of establishing the
Yaggy plantation with home-grown
trees, including cutting back and two
years’ tillage, was |U.70 per acre;
the cost of establishing the Farllngton
forest by contract. Including the same
amount of tillage, but no cutting back,
was *30 per acre.
The proper spacing used in planting
Is from 4 by 4 to 4 by 6 feet The
Catalpa planter who sets his trees
thinly upon the ground will And them
growing with spreading tops in spite
of his most careful efforts to prevent
it. The most Important advantage of
close planting for the Catalpa Is that
it kills the lateral branches while
young. If the lateral branches die be
fore becoming more than one-half inch
in diameter, they are easily pushed off
by the tree and do no damage; but if
they reach a larger size than this, as
they are sure to do in thin planting,
they cling to the tree for years, even
after they die. The development of
large side branches unfits the Catalpa
for practical use. While the stand may
become so dense as finally to shade
them out, they cling with such per
sistence to the growing trunk that it
can not cast them off. New wood is
deposited around the dead branches,
but does not unite with them. The
holes thus formed lead straight Into
the heart of the tree, and the angle
of the branches is Just right to con
duct water and germs of decay into
the trunk. When the branch is finally
released it leaves a great hole leading
to the decayed heart of the tree. The
tree thus ruined sooner or later breaks
down a complete loss. Cutting back
the young trees after two or three
seasons, so as to develop a single
sprout from the stamp, greatly hastens
height growth and prevents low side
branches.
The Battle With Insect*.
From the standpoint of both the con
sumer and producer, the battle with
Insects Is a serious one. The man In
the city may not even know of the
existence of the predatory insects,
but he has to pay for what they have
eaten in the larger price for farm
products. So, unwittingly, the con
sumer Is paying cash board for all
the Insects that prey upon farm crops.
So all are Interested In the outcome of
the battle. Could all destructive In
sects and fungi be eliminated, the cost
of all kinds of fruits and vegetables
would be very much lower than they
are at the present time. The producer
would be a direct and the consumer
an Indirect gainer from this. Few
stop to consider the Immense losses
caused by insects. Thus, In a recent
report on cotton In 69 counties of
Texas Prof. F. W. Mally estimates
the loss from the cotton boll weevil
to have been over $8,000,000. The
boll worm caused a further loss of
nearly $5,000,000. In 1901 the loss due
to the boll warm that year was placed
at 15 per cent of the crop, or over
$26,000,000. This Is for one crop In
one state. The loss to the cotton crop
of the country that year was put at
$35,000,000. But when we consider
the losses in all the states and among
all crops it becomes a matter of hun
dreds of millions of dollars annually.
The efforts of the horticulturist to
check Insect Invasions are therefore
of the greatest Importance. At the
present time it Is a scattered fight
with uncertain results. As intelli
gence increases, however, the battle
will become more orderly and the at
tack better directed. Ultimately the
fruit grower will win and his insect
foes will be well nigh annihilated. In
some of the sections of Europe that
were once Infested by mosquitoes the
draining of the land and its general
occupancy for farming purposes has
well nigh banished that insect. Its
breeding places have been closed to
It. We may expect to see the same
thing occur with many of our most
destructive insects. Their breeding
places will be broken up and their
hiding places destroyed. This will be
a long step in the direction of final ex
tirpation.
Corn Meal Mush.
From Farmers’ Review: To make
good mush, the water should be boil
ing hard when the meal is stirred in.
If It stops boiling, put In no more meal
until it boils hard again. Do not make
it too thick as it will stiffen up In
cooling. A handful of oatmeal or flour
will improve the flavor. It makes a
very healthful supper dish for children
and elderly people. We eat too much
rich f' id at supper time. If we would
eat more simple food wo would live
longer have clearer brains, better
sleep, as undigested food often causes
sleeplessness.—Mrs. Axtell.