Causes Despair.
Chicago Record-Herald: "Now. doc
tor.” she said, after he had made a
careful examination, “I want you to
Aelt me the truth. Don't—please don't—
• kep anything back."
He shook his head and replied:
"Do you fully realize what you are
•sklng me to do? Think again."
‘'Yes, yes." she insisted. "I want to
'know the truth. Don't keep anything
;from me. Tell me the worst."
"It is very bad. I'm afraid you will
never forgive me after I've spoken
out.” .
"No. no, tioT Don't think that. T un*
derstand how you feel. Come. I must
know. You must not keep me In susJ
pense, doctor. You are cruel."
"Well, if you Insist on knowing tlia
worst, it is my opinion that a regular
course of dishwashing, bedmaking and
•weeping Is the only thing that will
save you from weighing 160 pounds in
side of five years."
Realizing that her worst fears had
been as naught compared witli the ter
rible truth, the unfortunate woman fell
back among her pillows and gave up alj
hope.
The quickest growing plant in the
■world Is the kudzu. a species of bean.
'It Is said to have been known to grow
-sixty feet Iri three months.
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Ccoking the Piano.
Public Ledger: "My wife's n ret
tnarkiible woman. She can <ook or
play the piano with equal facility."
"The ld«a! Of course she has to take
It apart before she cooks It.”
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THE IMMORTAL NINTH.
How 17 Member* of a Brave Regiment
Tried to Take Port Arthur.
In the grand assault commencing Aug
ust 19. the Immortal Ninth regiment of the
Japanese army was ordered to cross tho
field to the foot of the slope oh which lay,
dead and dying, many oC the men of the
regiment which had gone before. The
colonel, Takagagl, surveying the task set
for his regiment, sent hack a report that
It was not feasible. The brigade general,
Ichlnobe, replied hotly that one regiment
■was enough to take one battery. 'I’aka
gagl stepped out of the ravine, in which
lie had been seeking shelter, at the head
of his command. Before, he had been
inarching, as colonels usually do, In the
rear, while his line officers led the ad
• vance. Now, he leaped forward up the
•lopo, out In front of his men. A dozen
paces from the ravine he fell with four
bullets through his breast. The lieutenant
colonel took up the load and was shot a
few yards farther on. The majors were
wiped out. Every captain but one went
•down. The last captain, Naslilmoto, In
charge of D company, found himself, at
length, under the Chinese wall with sev
enteen. men. Looking down upon the
•hell-swept plain, protected for the mo
ment from the sharpshooters above, with
that handful of heroes, a mile and a half
In advance of tho main body of the Japa
nese army, he grew giddy with the success
•of his attempt. Of u sudden he concluded
that he could take Port Arthur with Ills
•aoventeen men. He started In to do it.
There was only the wall ahead—the wall
.«md a few machine-guns—beyond, the city
Itself -a five minutes' run would have
brought him to the citadel. He sealed
the wall and fell across It—his back bul
let-broken. Eight of his men got over,
•scaling the height beyond, called Wangtal,
•or the Watch Tower, a place to which the
Russian generals fdrmerly rode on horse
back to survey the battle-field. On this
•lope, for throe months. In full sight of
•both armies, the eight law rotting. The
Russians referred to them as “The Japa
a!o»- Garrison."—“Hell at Port Arthur,"
by Richard Barry, In Everybody’s Mugn
ttlne for April
, CHILDREN AFFECTED.
By Mother’s Food,And Drink.
Many babies have Keen launched In
to life with constitutions weakened by
disease taken in with their mother's
milk. Mothers cannot be too careful
as to the food they use while nursing
their babes. The experience of a Kan
sas City mother is a case in point:
"I was a great coffee drinker from
a child, and thought I could not eat a
meal without It. But I found at last
It was doing me harm. For years 1
had been troubled with dizziness, spots
before ray eyes and pain in my heart,
to which was added, two years ago, a
chronic sour stomach. The baby was
born 7 months ago, and almost from
the beginning, it, too. suffered from
sour stomach. She was taking it from
me!
“In my distress I consulted a friend
of more experience than mine, and she
told me to quit coffee, that coffee did
not make good milk, I have since ascer
tained that it reRll.v dries up the milk.
“So, 1 qpit coffee, amt tried tea and
at last cocoa. But they did not agree
with me. Then I turned to Postum
Coffee with the happiest results. It
proved to be the very thing I needed.
It not only agreed perfectly with baby
and myself, but it Increased the flow
of my milk. My husband then quit
coffee and used Postum. quickly got
well of the dyspepsia with which he
was troubled. I no longer suffer from
the dizziness, blind spells, pain In my
heart or sour stomach. Postum has
cured them.
“Now we all drink Postum from m.v
husband to my seven month!/ old
baby. It has proved to be the best hoi
drink we have ever used. We would
not give up Postum for the best coffeu
we ever drank.” Name glveu by Post
um Co., Battle Creek, Mich.
‘ Thebe's a reason.
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Wellvllle," In each pkg.
THE MASTER OF APPLEBY I
I i =z— 1 .'... ■= By Fr&.ncia Lyndo. _~.i-—• • ~ <|
CHAPTER I.
IN WHICH I WHET MY FATHER’S
SWORD.
The .summer <lay was all but spent
, when Richard Jennifer, riding express,
' brought me Captain Falconnet’s chal
lenge.
'Twas a dayfall to be marked with a
white stone, even in our Carolina cal
j endar. The sun, reaching down to the
| inountain-girt horizon In,,the west, filled
all the upper air with the glory of Its
i departing, and the higher leaf plumes
of the great maples before my cabin
' door wrought lustrous patterns In gtld
: ed green upon a zenith background of
j turquoise shot with crimson, like the
| flgurings of some rich old tapestries I
j bad once seen in my Held marshal’s
castle In the Mark of Moravia.
Beyond the maples a brook tinkled
and plashed over the stones on its way
to the nearby Catawba; and its peace
ful brawling, and the evensong of a
pair of clear-throated warblers poised
on the topmost twigs of one of the
trees, should have been sweet music In
the ears of a returned exile. But on
that matchless bride's month evening
of dainty sunset arabesques and brook
and bird songs, I was in little humor
for rejoicing.
The road made for the river lower
down and followed Its windings up the
valley; but Jennifer came by the In
dian trace through the forest. I can
see him now as he rode beneath the
maples, bending to the saddle horn
where the branches hung lowest; a
pretty figure of a handsome young pro
vincial. clad In fashions three years be
hind those I had seen In London the
winter last past. He rode gentleman
wtsc, in small clothes of rough gray
woolen and with stonl leggings over his
hose; but he wore his cocked hat atilt
like a trooper’s, and the sword on his
thigh was a good service blade, and no
mere hilt and scabbard for show such
as our courtier macaronis were Just
then beginning to affect.
Now I‘had known this handsome
youngster when he was but a little
lad; had taught him how to bend the
Indian bow and loose the reed-shaft
arrow In those happier days before the
tyrant Governor Tryon turned hang
man, and the battle of the Great Al
manac had left me fatherless. More
over. I had drunk a cup of wine with
him at the Mecklenburg Arms no long
er than yesterweek—this to a renewal
of our early friendship. Hence, I must
needs be somewhat taken aback when
lie drew rein at my doorstone, doffed
his hat with a sweeping bow Worthy a
courtier of the great Louis, and said,
jfter the best manner of Sir Charles
Grandison;
”1 have the honor of addressing Cap
tain John Ireton, sometimes of his
majesty’s Royal Scots Blues, and lat.
Jf her apostolic majesty’s Twenty
ninth regiment of Hussars?”
It was but an euphuism of the time,
this formal preamble, declaring that
his errand hud to do with the prelim
inaries of a private quarrel between
gentlemen. Yet I could scarce re
strain a smile. For those upcropplr.gs
of courtier etiquette with the free
stride of our western backwoods None
the less, you ace to suppose that I made
shift to match hiH bow in some fashion,
and to say: "At your service, sir”
Whereupon he bowed again, clapped
ban.', to head and tendered me a sealed
packet,
"From Sir Frances Faieonnet, Knight
Bachelor cf Beaumaris, volunteer cap
tain in his mulesty's German l.eglon,"
he announced with stern dignity.
Having no second to refer him to, I
broke the seal of the cartel myself.
Since ir.v enemy had seen fit to com?
thus far on the way to his end In some
gentlemanly manner, it was not for
me to find difficulties In the formalities
In good truth, 1 was overjoyed to be
thus assured that lie would fight me
fair; that he would not compel me to
kill him as one kills a wild beast at
hay. For certainly I should have killed
hint In any event; so much I had prom
ised my poor Dick Coverdale on that
dismal November morning when he had
choked out his life in my arms, the vic
tim first of this man s treachery, and,
it the last, of his sword. So. as 1 say.
I was nothing loath, and yet I would
not seem too eager.
"I might say that t have no unsettled
quarrel with Captain Faieonnet," 1 de
murred. when I had read the challenge.
He spoke slightingly of a lady, and 1
did but—"
"Your answer. Captain Ireton!”
quoth my youngster, curtly. "1 am not
empowered to give or take in the mat
ter of accommodations."
"Not so fust, if you please,” I re
joined. "I have no wish lo disappoint
your principal, or his master, the devil.
Let it be tomorrow morning at sunrise
In the oak grove which was once my
father’s wood field, each man with his
own blude. And I give you fair warn
ing, Master Jennifer; I shall kill your
bullyragging captain of light-horse as
l would a vermin of any other breed."
At this Jennifer flung himself from
his saddle with a great laugh.
"If you can," he qualified. "But
enough of these ’by your leave, sirs.’
I am near famished, and as dry as
King David’s bottle in the smoke. Will
you give me a bite and sup before I
mount and ride again? ’Tis a long
gallop back to town on an empty stom
ach, and with u gullet as dry as Mr.
Gilbert Stair's wit."
Here was my fresh-hearted Dick
Jennifer hack again all in a breath:
and I made haste to shout for Darius,
and for Tomas to take his horse, and
otherwise to bestir myself to do the
honors of my poor forest fastness as
well as l might.
Luckily, my haphazard larder was
not quite empty, and there were pres
ently a hit of cold deer's meat and some
cakes of ntalze bread baked in the
ashes to s t before the guest. Also
there was a cup of sweet wine, home
pressed from the berries of the Indian
scuppernong. to wash them down. And
afterward, though the evening was no
more than mountain-breeze cool, we
had a handful of fire on the hearth for
the cheer ot it while we smoked our
reed-stemmed pipes.
Ii was over tMe pipes that Jennifer
unburdend himself of the gossip of the
day in Queensborough.
' Have you heard the newest? But 1
know you haven't, since the post-riders
came only tMis morning. The war has
shifted from the north in good earnest
at last, and we are like to have a taste
of the hariytngs the Jerseymen have
had since '?(>. My Lord Cornwallis is
come as far as Camden, they say: and
Colonel Tarleton has crossed the Ca
tawba."
"So? Then Mr. Rutherford ts like to
have ills work cut out for him, I take
it."
Jennifer eyed me curiously. "Grif
Rutherford is a stout Indian fighter:
no West Carolinian will gainsay that.
But he is. necej- thy man to niqtch
Cornwallis. We'll have help from the
nil th. "
"Do Kalb?" 1 suggested.
A0 in the curious eyeshot. "Nay
John Iretou, you need not fear me,
though I am just now this redcoat
captain’s next friend. You know more
about the Baron de Kalb's doings than
anybody else 'n Mecklenburg."
"I? What should I know?"
"You know a deal—or else the gos
sips lie most recklessly.”
"They do lie If they connect me with
the Baron de Kalb, or with any other
of the patriot side. What are they
saying?"
"That you come straight from the
baron’s camp In Virginia—to see what
you can see.”
"A spy, eh? 'Tls cut out of whole
cloth, Dick, my lad. I've never took
the oath on either side.”
He looked vastly disappointed. "But
you will. Jack? Surely, you have not
to think twice In such a cause?”
"As between king and congress, you
mean? 'Tls no quarrel of mine.”
"Now God save us, John Ireton!" he
burst out in a fine fervor of youthful
enthusiasm that made him all the
handsomer. "I had never thought to
hear your father's son say the like!”
I shrugged.
“And why not. pray? The king's
minion, Tryon, hanged my father and
gave his estate to his minion's minion,
Gilbert Stair. So, In spite of your dec
larations and your confiscations and
your law's against alien landholders, I
come back to find myself still the son
of the outlawed Roger Ireton, and this
same Gilbert Stair firmly lodged In my
father's seat.”
Jennifer shrugged'ln his turn.
"Gilbert Stair—for sweet Madge's
sake I loath to say it—Gilbert Stair
blows hot or cold as the wind sets fair
or stormy. And I will say this for
him; no other Tyron legatee of
them all has steered so fine a course
through these last five upsetting years.
How he trims so skilfully no man
knows. A short month since, he had
General Rutherford and Conole Sumter
as guests at Appleby Hundred; now It
Is Sir Francis Falconnet and the Brit
ish light-horse officers who are hon
ored. But let him rest: the cause of
Independence is bigger than any man.
or any man’s private quarrel, friend
John; and I had hoped—"
I laid a hand on his knee. “Spare
yourself, Dick. My business in Queens
borough was to learn how best I might
reach Mr. Rutherford's rendezvous."
For a moment he sat, pipe in air,
staring at me as if to make sure that
he had heard aright. Then he dipt my
hand and wrung it, babbling out some
boyish brava that I made haste to put
an end to.
"Softly, my lad." I said; ‘"tls no
great thing the congress will gain by
my adhesion. But you, Richard; how
comes it that I find you taking your
ease at Jennifer House and hobnobbing
with his majesty’s officers when the
cause you love is still In such des
perate straits?"
He blushed like a girl at that, and
for a little space only puffed the hard
er at Ills pipe.
“I did go out with the Minute Men in
'76, if you must know, and smelt pow
der at Moore’s Creek. When my time
was done I w-ould have ’listed again:
but just at that my father died and the
Jennifer acres were like to go to the
dogs, lacking oversight. So I came
home and—and—"
He stopped in some embarrassment,
and I thought to help him on.
“Nay, out with it, Dick. If I am not
thy father, I am near old enough to
stand In his stead. ’Twas more than
husbandry that rusted the sword in
Its scabbord, I’ll be bound."
4* Vimi urn rlorht T• 1 f \vu o liAtVi
more and less," he confessed, shame- j
faeedly. " 'Twas this same Margery
Stair. As 1 have said, her father blows i
hot or cold as the wind sets, but not
she. She is the fiercest little Tory in
the two Carollnas, bar none. When I
had got Jennifer in order and began to j
talk of 'listing again, she flew Into a
pretty rage and stamped her foot and
all but swore that Dlelc Jennifer in buff
and blue should never look upon her j
face again with her good will.”
I had a glimpse of Jennifer the lover ;
ns he spoke, and thP sight went some
what on the way toward casting out ‘
the devil of sullen rage that had pos- :
sessed me since first 1 had set return- '
lug foot in this my native homeland.
'Twas a life lacking naught of hard
ness, but much of human mellowing. :
that lay behind the home-coming; and
my one sweet friend in all that barren
life was dead. What wonder, then, if
1 set this frank-faced Richard In the
other Richard's stead, wishing him all
the happiness that poor Dick Coverdale
had missed? 1 needed little: would
need still less, I thought, before the war
should end: and through this love
match my lost estate would come at
length to Richard Jennifer. It was a
meliorating thought, and while it held
t could be less revengeful.
“Dost love her, Dick?" I asked.
"Aye, and have ever since she was
In pinafores, and I a hobbledehoy in
Master Wytheby's school."
"So long? 1 thought Mr. Stair was
a later comer in Mecklenburg."
"He came eight years ago. as one of
Tyron’s underlings. Madge was even
then motherless: the same little wilful
prat-a-pace she has ever been, t would
you knew her. Jack. Twould make
this shiftiness of mine seem the thing
it Is."
"So you have stayed at home
a-courting while others fought to give
you leisure." said I, thinking to rally
him. Rut he took it harder than I
meant.
“'Tis lupt this. Jack: and I am fair
ashamed. While the fighting kept to
the north It did not grind so keen: hut
now. with the redcoats at our doors,
and the Tories sacking and burning in
every settlement, 'tis enough to flay an
honest man alive. God-n-mercy. Jack!
Pll go; I've got to go. or die of shame!"
He sat silent after that, and as there
seemed nothing that a curst old cam
paigner could say at such a pass, I bore
him company.
By and by he harked back to the
matter of his errand, making some
apology for his coming to me as the
baronet's second.
" 'Twas none of my free offering, you
may be sure," he added. "Rut it so
happened that Captain Falconnet once
did me a like turn. I had chanced to
run afoul of that captain of Hessian
pigs. Dauswoulter. at cards, and Fal
connet stood my friend—though now I
bethink of me. he did seem over-anx
ious that one or the other of us should
be killed."
"As how?” I inquired.
“When Dauswoulter slipped and I
I might have spitted him. and didn't,
! Falconnet was for having us make the
duel a out ranee. Rut that's beside the
mark. Having served me then, be
makes the point that I shall serve him
now.”
" Tis a common courtesy, and you
could not well refuse. I love you none
the less for paying your debts; even
to such a villain as this volunteer cap
tain.”
"True, 'tis a debt, as 'you spy: but I
: like little enough the manner of Its
4
paying. How came you to quarrel with
him. Jack?”
Now even bo blunt a soldier as I have
ever been may have some prickings of
delicacy where the truth might breed
gossip—gossip about a tale which I
had said should die with Richard Cov
erdale and be buried In his grave. So
I evaded the question, clumsily enough,
as has ever been my hap in fencing
with words.
"The cause was not wanting. If any
ask, you may say he trod upon my
foot In passing.”
Jennifer laughed.
"And for that you struck him? Heav
ens, man! you hold your life carelessly.
Do you happen to know that this vol
unteer captain of light-horse Is ac
counted the best blade In the troop?”
“Who should know that better
than—” I was fairly on the brink of
betraying the true cause of quarreh
hut drew rein In time. "I care not if
he were the best In the army. I have
crossed steel before—and with a good
swordsman now and then.”
"Anan?” said Jennifer, as one who
makes no doubt. And then: “But this
toe-pinching story Is but a dry crust
to offer a friend. You spoke of a lady;
who was she? Or was that only anoth
er way of telling me to mind my own
affairs?”
"Oh. as to that; the lady was real
enough, and Falconnet did grossly as
perse her. But I know not who she is,
nor aught about her, save that she is
sweet and fair and good to look upon.”
"Young?”
“Aye."
“And you say you do not know her?
Bet me see her through your eyes and
mayhap I cun name her for you.”
“That I cannot. Mr. Peale's best
skill would be none too great for the
painting of any picture that should do
her justice. But she is small, with the
airs and graces of a lady of the qual
ity: also, she has witching blue eyes,
and hair that has the glint of summer
sunshine in It. Also, she sits a horse
as If bred to the saddle.”
To my amazement. Jennifer leaped
up with an oath and flung his pipe Into
the fire.
“Curse him!" he cried. “And he
dared lay a foul tongue to her, you
say? Tell me what he said! I have a
good right to know!”
I shook my head. “Nay. Richard: I.
may not repeat it to you, since you are
the man's second. Truly, there is more
than this at the back of our quarrel;
but of itself it was enough, and more
than enough, inasmuch as the lady'had
just done him the honor to recognize
him.”
“Hie uinrflu—..Vila vortt wArcIa T.1 oB if
you love me!”
“No; the quarrel la mine.”
"By God! It la not yours!” he
stormed, raging back and forth before
the fire. “What is Margery Stair to
you. Jack Ireton?”
I smiled, beginning now to see some
peephole in this millstone of mystery.
“Margery Stair? She is no more than
a name to me, I do assure you: the
daughter of the man who sits In my
father's seat at Appleby Hundred.”
“But you are going to fight for her!"
he retorted.
“Am I? I pledge you my word I did
not know it. But in any case I should
fight Sir Francis Falconnet: aye. and
do my best to kill him. too. Sit you
down and fill another pipe. Whatever
the quarrel, it Is mine.”
“Mayhap; but it is mine, too,” he
broke In, angrily. "At all events. I'll
see this king's volunteer well hanged
before I second him in such a cause.”
“That as you choose. But you are
bound in honor, are you not?”
"No.” He filled a fresh pipe, lighted
it with a coal from the hearth, and
puffed away in silence for a time.
When he spoke again it was not as
Falconnet's next friend.
“What you have told me puts a new
face on the matter, Jack. Sir Francis
may find him another second where he
can. If he has ought to say, I shall tell
him plain he lied to me about the
quarrel, as he did. Now who Is there
to sec fair play on your side, John
Ireton ?”
At the question an overwhelming
sense of my own sorry case grappled
me. Fifteen years before, I had left
Appleby Hundred and my native prov
ince as well befriended as the son ot
Roger Ireton was sure to be. And
now—
“Dick, my lad, I am like to fight
alone," said I.
He swore again at that: and herp.
lest I should draw my loyal Richard
as he was not, let me say. once for all,
that his oaths were but the outgush
ings of a warm and impulsive heart,
rarely bitter, and never, as I believe,
i backed by surly rancor or conscious
i irreverence.
“That you shall not. Jack," he assert
i ed. stoutly. “I must be a-gullop now' to
tell this king's captain to look else
where for his next friend: but tomor
row morning I'll meet you in the road
between this and the Stair outlands,
1 and we'll fare on together."
After this he would brook no more
delay: and when Tomas had fetched
his horse I saw him mount and ride
| away under the low-hanging maples—
j watched him fairly out of sight In the
1 green and gold twilight of the great
forest before turning back to my lonely
hearth and its somber reminders.
(Continued Next Week.)
To Cut Sandwiches.
i New York Times: "Men who out
sandwiches must have just as much
knack and experience in the business
as men who open oysters on the river
i boats," said a man who on one occa
sion supplied i'j.OOO sandwiches at two
days' notice. "It took seven men to
do that job in the time allowed,” he
said, "and they hadn’t time to spare
, at that. I paid them by the hundred,
| the man who did the most work getting
, the most pay. When they were all
i through there was not enough scraps of
1 bread and meat to till a tin pail. That
is the secret of cutting sandwiches—
I to avoid waste. There is such cornpe
i titlon in the business that we are ob
l liged to work on low margins. We ar
■ range with a baker for a special loaf
in which there is little crust. Crusty
bread makes waste in sandwiches, be
cause it breaks and crumbles when cut
in cross sections. There are w'ays of
cutting corned beef and ham. too, so
that there is little waste in them for
sandwiches. We buy particular joints
for that purpose. We never send out
a sandwich that has been cut more
than forty-eight hours."
Cardinal Rampolla's Role.
London Express: Paris.—The pope's
great age and feebleness, together
with certain recent happenings in
France, have raised serious questions
! at the Vatican.
| As a matter of fact, Leo XIII. is now
, very much in the hands of Cardinal
1 Rampolla, and the cardinal's policy has
never been more subservient to French
policy than during the present time of
1 stress for the religious orders.
I One of the cardinals tells me that the
| majority of members of the Sacred col
lege are indignant at what is taking
j place. No official protest has been heard
; against the dispersion of the congre
| gations, and the diplomacy of the Va
tican, formerly regarded as one of the
[ most farseelng in Europe, has complete
, ly failed.
Another cardinal whom I have seer
| confirms the statement of his colleague.
| When the pope is gone, Cardinal Ram
i polla will in all probability be perma
; nently shelved.
A VISIT TO UNCLE ED.
Washington Star: "It’s interesting
to have a preconceived notion
smashed once in a while, but,
then, I don't like to have the job
done too violently,” remarked an offi
cial of the government who returned
recently from his deferred vacation.
“We are all liable to run into things
that amaze us when we break away
from our own firesides and get out of
our own little ruts, but
Well, anyhow, I went out to Wiscon
sin to visit my little old mother a few
weeks ago, and on the day when I
was scheduled to start back this way
she got me into a corner and told me
about one of her brothers whom she
wanted me to visit on my way back to
Washington.
”1 had never seen this uncle of mine,
nor had I even heard very much of
him, except that he was rather a wild
and reckless lot when lie was growing
up, and that he had departed from be
neath the lintel of the family wickieup
under a bit of a cloud, owing to some
boyish deviltry, several years before
he had attained his majority.
“ 'Ed never was a bad boy,’ was the
way my good mother put it to me, ‘and
lie was always so fond of me, too. I’d
be very glad if you'd stop off- and see
him, just for my sake. He’s in a roll
ing mill, or something, in Pennsyl
vania. Homestead is the name of the
place. 1 suppose the poor boy has
toiled his life away all these years. You
needn’t spend more than half a day
with him and his family, but I wish you
would do that, so that you can write
me all about him when you arrive in
Washington. You can put up with poor
Ed and his family for half a day s visit
for my sake, can’t you?’
"Weil, Homestead, Pa.—that's the
place where they had the gieat strike
and the riots, and all that, about fif
teen years ago, you’ll recall—wasn't
very much off my route on iny return
trip, and so i promised my mother that
I’d fall off there and have a peek at
Uncle Ed and his layout.
"I arrived in Homestead about 9
o’clock on a Thursday morning, a cou
ple of weeks ago. I didn’t suppose
there'd be any use in asking anybody
wucic ji.u «jui ..ms—cue laiier part oi
which isn’t exactly his name—lived, and
so 1 hunted uo a Homestead directory.
“The only Ed Jorkins In the direc
tory had his name registered in the
book in big, heavy faced type, and so,
naturally enough. I thought there must
be some mistake.
“But no. It read, ‘Edward Jorkins,
superintendent So-and-So’s rolling
mills, residence Such-and-Sueh terrace,’
and, not a little puzzled over the big
type,.! started for the residence on the
‘terrace.’ ,
"Say, when I found it it wasn't a
house at all—it was a chateau, with cor
nices and gables and minarets and
spires and dinky furbelows all over it
and had three or four acres of splendid
grounds around it.
“Said I to tnyseif, ‘This Uncle Ed of
mine can't be living here. Probably
lie's eking out his pay as a rolling mill
hand by doing the gardening, or some
thing of that sort, for the prorietor of
this mansion.’ But I traipsed up the
gravel walk leading to the swell main
entrance to the chateau to find out.
“A fine looking man of fifty or some
thing like that, with a clearcut coun
tenance and grayish side whiskers, was
standing on the porch smoking a cigar
and fooling with a thoroughbred colie
dog.
“ 'Is there any man around here.' I
asked him, 'by the name of Ed Jork
ins?’
“ 'Well,' said lie, smiling. 'I believe
I'm the only man in this section who
packs that name around.’
"A franc-and-a-half is nothing to
what 1 felt just at that moment, con
trived to introduce myself to my uncle,
however, and he gave me a cordial
greeting—the greeting of a well bred
man—and began to ask me all about
everybody, especially about my mother,
his favorite sister, as he was quick to
say.
"He n never had time, he told me to
go back and dig up the old folks, but he
was perpetually vowing to do it, all the
same, he added.
' Then his three daughters, as pretty
a trio of cousins as any fellow would
want to claim, made their appearance,
and for general finish and cleverness,
let alone their grand looks, they cer
tainly were stunners. Their mothers ap
peared, too, after a hit. and furnished
an interesting study of a refined woman
of middle age.
' To me it was all a trance, for a fact.
They wouldn't believe me when I told
them that I’d had breakfast down town,
but they carried me off to the break
fast room, if you please, and had placed !
before me "Some specimens of break
fast cookery that only Increased the in
tensity of my daze. Positively they
made so much of me. and were all so
genuinely fine and lavish in their spirit
of hospitality, that I barely knew what
to do with my hands and feet.
“Along toward noon my Uncle Ned,
whom I had expected to find at a roll
ing mill, with a red flannel shirt on
his back, a short clay pipe in his mouth
and a big dinner bucket constantly un
der his eye, apologized and said he'd
have to run down to the works for a
bit. He was dressed like the^tresident
of a national bank when he started,
and he was only gone about three
hours.
“When he returned he said that he
was through for the day. While he
was gone my girl cousins took me over
the house. It was a swell house, and
no mistake—twenty-five rooms in it,
‘olive’ room, 'white and gold' room, and
all that sort ’f thing; swimming pool,
swell library, billiard room, gymnasi
um. smoking room—the whole thing.
"The girls played and sang for me
In English, French, Italian and Ger
man, and their mother, a woman of
Welsh descent, played nobly on the
harp.
"At dinner that evening a butler and
a 'second man.' if you please, saw to it
that we were fed all right, and, on my
little pay, I don’t often get such wines
and cigars as this Arabian Nights un
cle of mine set before me when the
mother and girls left us to ourselves.
"It was about as queer a sell, so to
speak, the whole job, as ever 1 met
up with. The next day my uncle took
me over the works. All hands—there
were several thousands of them—
am mg the employes practically doffed
their bonnets and knuckled their fore
heads to hiru. and I got a different no
tion of what the word 'superintendent’
meant. After I got on the train to
come on to Washington I fell Into talk
wifli the conductor, and just out of
curiosity I asked him;
" What :s the average salary of the
superintendents of these mills around
he re T
“ 'Well, he replied, 'it would be hard
to strike an average, but some of them
get right nifty wages. It till depends
upon their expertness in their line of
business, and their cleverness In
handling men and fulfilling contracts.
Now. Ed Jorkins, wig) lives up yonder
on the, terrace, gets a salary of $20,000
a year, aarl they say lie’s got. an in
terest in the works besides He was a
hand In the same mill twenty years
ago.'
"My mother out in Wisconsin must
have thought me insane when she read
the letter I wrote to her about her
brolhei Ed when I got back here."
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