Kaiser Bills Humor.
A German editor told at a dinner In New
York a new story about the German em
peror.
"The emperor not long ago," he said,
"was taken 111. Two physicians were call
ed In. They examined the patient, decided
that he had influenza, and advised that
tie remain abed three day«.
"In the midst of their advice and talk
the Imperial bodyguard drew up before tho
palace. Loud hurrahs sounded from tho
crowd outside, and the emperor rose and
ran to tho window.
"One of the physicians remonstrated,
hut the emperor interrupted him.
" *It Is necessary,' he said with a laugh,
‘•for me to show myself at this window,
for It is stated in Baedeker and the other
guide books that I may be seen here
from tho street about this time every
day.' "
Jealousy.
Stubb—"That wealthy Mrs. Gilder learn
ing to be a manicurist! Why, I am sur
prised."
Penn—"Nothing remarkable. You see,
her husband has been patronizing a pro
fessional lady manicurist and Mrs. Gilder
can't bear to think of any other woman
holding hl» hands."
In our town not long ago there was a
hank failure, and as papa sat down to
hraakfast next morning he remarked to
mamma that B. & B. had "busted." One
cf the younger girls looked up, saying: "I
though: I heard a funny noise last night,"
In 19B0. ,
, Her—"I hear the Neweds have separated
{Do you know the cause of It?" <
: Him—"Yes. She Instated on going to
|her olub twice a week, so he went home
go his father." ,
, Garfield Tea, the Mild laxative, is a
pore, practical household remedy; good
for young and old. To be taken for con
stipation, indigestion, sick-headache, colds
sod diseases arising from Impure blood.
|Xt clears tbs complexion.
25,000 NEEDLESSLY BLIND.
Worker Says There Is a Large Amount
of Preventable Blindness.
From the Washington Times.
, Hiss Winifred Holt, secretary of ths
New York association, for the blind,
mt a conference on blindness, Intended!
to be primarily a Chautauqua for prac
tical workers In philanthropy, held yes
terday In the United Charities building,
In Fourth avenue, Illustrated her ad-i
dress by a variety of products, the.
handiwork of the sightless, and by a
merles of Interesting lantern slides, each,
of which served to demonstrate howi
easily the problem of the blind can be
solved. ,
In the course of her address Miss
Holt soldi "To help the blind, we must
gat at them and reclassify them; find
-out where they are, what their condi
tions are and how we can help them.
In the census of 1900 some classifica
tion was made.
"These censuses all prove that bllnd
. ness Is often the result of poverty; that,
as a rule, the blind are poor; that there
. Is a shocking amount of preventable
blindness. There are 60,000 blind per
'sons In the United States, according
'to the last census. Twenty-five thou
sand or more have borne the disasters
and hardships of total or partial dark
ness whose eyes, with proper care and
treatment, could have been saved; 6,500
more could have been preserved from
. darkness by a simple and Inexpensive
rxicthod, if mothers and physicians had
Unown how to treat the eyes of ths
vnewborn.
“This shows that two-fifths of the
blindness In our country could havd
been avoided. It Is obvious that our
■ flrst duty Is to prevent this needless
.suffering. The law and the state should
iihead this crusade, which should be sup
spleroented by private effort.
"There are in New York state over
"d,000 blind. More than three-fourths
of them loBt their sight after the school
age, when the state does not under
take to teach them, and offers them ther
^hospitality of the almshouses, hospitals,
^prisons or lunatic asylums."
ROMANTIC DEVONSHIRE.
The Laud Made Fanoni by Phil*
potta’ Novel*.
Phllpotts lias made us familiar with
romantic Devonshire, In his fascinat
ing novels, "The ttlver,” "Children of
the Mist,” etc. The characters are very
human; the people there drink coffee
with the same results as elsewhere. A
writer at Itoek House, Orchard Hill,
Bideford, North Devon, states:
“For 30 years I drank coffee for
breakfast and dinner, but some 6 years
ago I found that It was producing indi
gestion and heart-burn, and was mak
ing me restless at night. These symp
toms were followed by brain fag and
a sluggish mental condition.
“When 1 realized this, I made up my
mind that to quit drinking coffee and
having read of Postuni, I concluded to
try it. I had It carefully made, accord
ing to directions, and found to my
agreeable surprise at the end of a week,
that I no longer suffered from either
indigestion, heartburn, or brain-fag,
and that I could drink it at night and
.secure restful and refreshing sleep.
"Since that time we have entirely dis
continued the use of the old kiud of
coffee, growing fonder and fonder of
Postuin as time goes on. My digestive
organs certainly do their work much
better now than before, a result due to
.Postum Food Coffee, 1 am satisfied.
“As a table beverage we find (for all
the members of my family use It) that
when properly made it Is most refresh
ing and agreeable, of delicious flavor
and aroma. Vigilance is, however, nec
essary to secure this, for unless tb«
servants are watched they are likely
to neglect the thorough boiling which It
must have In order to extract the good
ness from the cereal.” Name given by
Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read
the little book, "The Road to Well
cllle,” In pkgs. “There's a leason.”
Romanco Take# a Somersault.
From the New York Sun.
The time was Tu<?sday morning. The
place was Foam-by-the-Sea.
And the porsonao (to start with) were
five visions of unconscious beauty (visions,
1 said, of unconscious beauty) sitting on
the piazza of "The Combers'* in various
attitudes of unstudied grace (unstudied—
you understand me?), while walking up
the piazza steps was—a real stylish young
gentleman.
Ah—now you catch me meaning.
(And while the novices are waiting open
mouthed at this flight hint or tin- depth
of my wisdom, I would have a word with
thee alone, my faithful oner,.)
Thine ears—one ear of each.
Observe these live. < ibscrve them well.
T know them. Too well 1 know them; their
motives, thoughts and actions. Scientifical
ly and dispassionately have I studied
them. Well, then. I am now about to
dissect their motives, thoughts and ac
tions. And so, and especially whenever
you see me wink my eye in a droll and
waggish manner, you will understand my
meaning.
Are you on?
You are on.
Good.
First thoughts of the five—one thought
for each.
"At last"
"Ha must have come lost night. He'll
do."
"Him for me."
"How lucky I was out here. You never
can tell."
"I'm so glad I put this clean dimity on
this morning."
And while our hero doffs his hat and
says, ‘ Good morning, ladies," I’ll let you
into a thing or two.
The first young lady was down for a
week. She had sewed her finger ends off
for the preceding three months "getting
ready." She now considered herself
"ready."
The second young lady had a friend who
had gone away tho summer before and had
come back engaged.
The third young lady was a typewriter
and bookkeeper and sho was herself
"ready."
And of the other two It Is sufficient
,to say that they were trained to the min
'ute.
uuou racriuJiK. niuriiiuiuu mu |
Three other young ladles, one of them
humming a tune and the other two inter
twining, strolled out of the hall and sat
down on the piazza.
Of the Intertwiners, one whispered a pri
vate Joke to the other, whereat a wrist
was presently slapped to tho accompani
ment of laughter.
Tho hummer continued her tune, but
nevertheless she could have given you tho
young man’s IJertlllon measurements, hum
she never so unconcernedly.
Four other visions walked up from tho
beach and sat down on the piazza steps.
Three girls staying at a house across tho
street walked over to make a call on ono
of their friends who had left “The Com
bers’’ the week before.
A stout old ludy whispered to a littlo
boy, who disappeared Into the house. Soon
a young lady came out of the house.
“Hero," said the stout old lady, “you can
have my chair." And, having thus entered
her daughter In the contest, she withdrew
to a position where she could see lair
play.
Six marriageable ones strolled around
the side of tho house and looked peaches
and cream at no one in particular.
A giddy one came rushing out. “Where
Is he?" ohe breathlessly asked before »ho
Baw him.
A dashing young widow tripped down th©
Btalrs and sat outside on the piazza railing,
swinging her foot. (Tho stout old lady
gave her such a look.)
(And right at this point I'll let you into
another thing or two. In the first place,
the stylish young gentleman reminded
each lady present of a brldegrom she had
known, and in tho second place, every on©
there, with the exception of the three girls
from across the street, had been attracted
to the place by & piece of printed matter
bearing a photograph of a tallyho standing
in front of “Tho Combers," in which tally-*
nb were six young ladles and seven young
gentlemen, while five other disconsolate
young gentlemen clustered on the side
walk.)
it b a beautiful day,, said our hero.
•'Yes," they all murmured.
(An Idle summer day; warm and sultry.i
White lawns and dimities. Vender looks,
•low glances and a murmur. You are tak
ing It all In?)
"How’d you like to have your picture
taken?" he asked.
Murmurs of acquiescence.
“BUI," he shouted, “bring her round ”
A husky gentleman appeared staggering
under a camera. Ho placed this In posi
tion to cover the crowd and then ate a
jnorsol of tobacco.
"Twenty-five cents each," salf| the styl
ish young gentleman, taking an order
blank from his pocket.
And that, of course, was the end of
■Sweet Romance.
But what of that?
By mental process those assembled tor
mentors of man made themselves divisible
into four classes.
(a). Those who thought he was real
etyltsh.
(b.) Those who reflected that he kept a
man.
(c.) Those who figured his weekly profits
at 25 cents a clip.
(d.) Those who had tried typewriting
and bookkeeping and were jolly well tired
of It.
Whereupon Sweet Romance, throwing a
back somersault, hanged its head on tho
floor and gave up tho ghost with an awful
cry. .
A Transparent Fiction.
The late Clarence H. Clark, of Phil
adelphia, had one of the finest private
libraries In tho world. Mr. Clark was
an authority on Incunabula and on first
editions.
A Philadelphia auctioneer once sub
mitted to Mr. Clark a copy of Dick
ens' "Little Dorrlt.” The auctioneer
said that the owner of the book claimed
that it was a first edition, and he
wished to know if the man spoke tho
truth.
Mr. Clark examined the work. Then,
with a smile, he said:
"The owner spoke tho truth to tho
same extent as a friend of v.iino once
did on his honeymoon.
"Starting with his bride on the hon
eymoon. my friend entered a railway
office, and, as always in the past,
bought only one ticket.
"Thu bride noticed tho oversight at
once.
“ 'Whv. you bought only c-ne ticket,
dear,' she said.
“‘By Jove!' the fellov answered. ‘I
forgot all about myself." ”
A Gooa Definition.
"Pa, what is a psychological moment?"
asked a Virginia farm boy of hla father.
"I've read so much about it," continued
the boy, "and even the dictionary doesn't
give a definition of It."
"A psychological moment? Let me see."
said the farmer, meditatively. "Well now
did you ever notice your mu when she was ,
bangin' out a washln’? Did you over see 1
the old clothesline break and let the whole '
blame iot fall into the mud? Well, that’s
a psychological moment—a moment when
you had better have urgent bus!ness at the
barn."
O'd Joke Newly Twisted.
"When shall I call again with this
will, Mr. Slowpay?” asked the collector. ]
"Oli, there's no hurry about it," re- i
plied Slowpay. "Suppose yoa welt un- I
ill I return your call.” I
They nodded, looked at me. never
theless, with eyes narrow with sus
picion.
"Yes. monsieur, we know,” said Jour
daln. “The authorities at the hos
pital at once notified us."
"It was not the first attack,” I as
serted, with a temerity born of neces
sity. “He has had others, but none so
serious as this.”
They nodded sympathetically. Plainly
they had been considerably impressed
by their lodger.
"So," I continued brazenly, “he knows
at last that his condition is very had,
and ho wishes to remain at the hos
pital for some days until he has quite
recovered. In the meantime, I am to
have the second floor back, which was
occupied by the ladies."
I spoke the last word with seeming
nonchalance, without the quiver of a
lash, though I was inwardly aquake;
for I was risking everything upon It.
Then, in an instant, I breather more
freely. I saw that 1 had hit the murk,
and that the suspicions were growing
gradualy less.
“They, of course, are not coming
back," I added; "at leaBt not for a time;
so he has no further use for the room.
This is the fourteenth—I con take pos
session tomorrow.”
They exchanged a glance and Ma
dame Jourdaln arose.
"Very well, monsieur," she said.
"Will you have the kindness to come
and look at the room?"
I followed her up the stair, giddy
at my good fortune. She opened a
door and lighted a gas jet against they
wall.
"I am sure you will like the apart
ment, monsieur," she said. "You see,
It is a very large one and most
comfortable."
"And Is she full?”
"No sir; it is a little early in the
season yet,” and he got down the list
of staterooms, showing me which were
vacant. I selected an outside double
one, and deposited half the fare in
order to reserve it.
There was nothing more to be done
that night, for a glance at my watch
showed me the lateness of the hour.
As I emerged from the pier, I sudden
ly found myself very weary and very
hungry, so I called a cab and was
driven direct to my room. A bath and
dinner set mo up again, and finally I
settled down with my pipe to arrange
the events of the day.
Certainly I had progressed. I had
undoubtedly got on the track of the
fugitives; I had found out all that I
could reasonably have hoped to And
out. And yet my exultation was short
lived. Admitted that I was on their
track, how much nearer success had
I got? I knew that they had sailed
for France, but for what part of
France? They would disembark at
Havre—how wns I, reaching Havre,
two weeks later, to discover which di
rection they had taken? Suppose they
had gone to Paris, as seemed most
probable, how could I ever hope to And
them there? Even if I did find them,
would X be In time to checkmate Mar
tigny?
For a time, I paused, appalled at the
magnitude of the task that lay before
me—in all France, to find three people!
But after all, it might not be so great.
Most probably these women were from
not the towns Holladay and his wife
visited during their stay in France.
Which towns they were, I, of course,
had no means ot knowing; yet I felt
certain that some means of discovering
them would present itself. That must
be my work for the morrow.
A half hour passed, and I sat lost in
speculation, watching the blue smoke
curling upward, striving vainly to pene
trate the mystery. B\>r I was as far
as ever from the solution of it. Who
were these people? What was . their
aim? How had they managed to win
Miss Holladay over to their side; to
persuade her to accompany them; to
flee from her friends—Pbove all, from
our Junior partner? How had they
caused her change of attitude toward
him? Or had they really abducted her?
Was there really danger of foul play—
danger that she would fall a victim as
well as her father? Who was Mar
tlgney? And above all what was the
plot? What did he hope to gain? What
was he striving for?
To these questions I could find no rea
sonable answer; I was still groping
aimlessly in the dark; and at last in
sheer confusion, X put down my pipe,
turned out the light, and went to bed.
11 VYttO 1UUCCU, UL fiUVU
furnished. The bed was in a kind of
alcove, and beyond It was a bath—un
looked for luxury! One thing how
ever, struck me as peculiar. The win
dows were closed by heavy shutters,
which were barred upon the inside, and
the bars were secured in place by
padlocks.
"I shall w'ant to open the windows,”
I remarked. “Do you always keep
them barred?"
Sho hesitated a moment, looking a
little embarrassed.
“You, see, monsieur, it Is this way,"
sho explained at last. “Monsieur Be
thune himself had the locks put on;
for he feared that his poor sister
would throw herself down into the
courtyard, which is paved with stone,
and where she would certainly have
been killed. Sho was very bad some
days, poor dear. I was most glad when
they took her away; for the thought
of her made me nervous. I will in the
morning open the windows and air the
room well for you."
carelessly as I could. I knew that I
had chanced? upon a new development,
though I could not In the least guess Its
bearing. "What do you ask for the
apartment?”
"Ten dollars the week, monsieur,"
she answered, eyeing me narrowly.
I knew it was not worth so much,
and, remembering my character, re
pressed my first Inclination to close the
bargain.
“That is a good deal,” I said hesi
tantly. "Haven't you a cheaper room,
Madame Jourdaln?”
• j.his is the only one wo have now,
vacant, monsieur," she assured me.
I turned back toward the door with
a little sigh.
“I fear I cannot take it,” I said.
“Monsieur does not understand,” she
protested. "That price, of course, in
cludes breakfast.”
“And dinner?"
She hesitated eyeing me again.
"For one dollar additional it shall in
clude dinner.”
"Done, madame!” I cried. " I pay
you for a week In advance," and I
suited the action to the word. “Only,"
I added, "be suro to air the room well
tomorrow, it seems very close. Still
Bethune was right to make sure that
his sister could not harm herself.”
"Yes,” she nodded, placing the money
carefully in an old purse, with the true
miserly light in her eyes. "Yes—she
broke down most sudden—it was the
departure of her mother, you know,
monsieur."
I nodded thoughtfully.
"When they first came, six weeks
ago. she was quite well. Then her
mother a position of some sort secured
and vrent away; she never left her
room after that, just eat there and
cried, or rattled at the doors and win
dows. Her brother was heart broken
about her—no one else would he per
mit to attend her, but I hope that she
is well now, poor child, for she is again
with her mother.”
"Her mother came after her?” I
asked.
"Oh, yes; ten days ago and together
they drove away. By this time, they
are again In the good France.”
I pretended to be inspecting a ward
robe. for I felt sure my face would
betray me. At a Hash I saw the whole
story. There was nothing more Ma
dame Jourdaln could tell me.
"Yes,” I assented, steadying my voice,
"the good France."
"Monsieur Bethune has himself been
absent for a week,” she added, "on
affairs of business. He was not cer
tain that he would return, but he paid
us to the fifteenth."
I nodded. "Yes; tomorrow—I will
take possession then.”
"Very well, monsieur," she asented;
I will have it in readiness."
For an instant I hesitated. Should I
use the photograph? Was it neces
sary? How explain my possession of it?
Did I not already know all that Ma
dame Jourdaln could tell me? I turned
to the stair.
"Then I must be going,” I said; "I
have some business affairs to arrange,”
and we went down together.
The place was filling up with a motly
crowd of diners, but X paused only to
exchange a nod with Monsieur Jour
dain. and then hurried away. The fugi
tives had taken the French line, of
course, and I hastened on to the foot
of Morton street, where the French
line pier is. A ship was being loaded
for the journey out. and the pier was
still open. A clerk directed me to
.the sailing schedule, and a glance at it
'confirmed my guess. At ten o'clock,
on the morning of Thursday, April 3,
La Savoie had sailed for Havre.
"May I see La Savoie's passenger
| list?” I asked.
"Certainly, sir,” and he produced it.
I did not, of course, expect to find
Miss Holiaday entered upon it, yet I
'felt that a study of It might be re
paid; and I was not mistaken. Mrs.
G. R. Folsom and two daughters had
•occupied the cabine de luxe, 436, 438,
440; on the company's list, which had
been given me, I saw bracketed after
' 'the name of the youngest daughter the
| single word "lnvalide.”
"La Loraine sails day after tomor
j row, I believe?" I asked,
j "Yes, sir."
CHAPTER XIII.
EN VOYAGE.
Mr. Graham’s congratulations next
morning quite overwhelmed me.
"I never expected such complete and
speedy success, Mr. Lester,” he said
warmly. “You’ve done splendid work.”
I pointed out to him that, after all,
my success was purely the result of
accident. Had I really been clever, I
should have Instantly suspected what
that sudden seizure on the station
platform meant, I should have hurried
back to the scene and followed Mar
tlgny—as I still called him in my
thoughts—to the hospital, on the chance
of securing his first address. Instead of
which if chance had not befriended me,
I should have been as far as ever from
a solution of the mystery. I trembled
to think upon what a slender thread
my victory had hung.
But my chief would not listen; he
declared that a man must be judged
by his achievements, ajid that he
Judged mo by mine.
"Let us find out how our friend is,”
I said at last, so the hospital was called
up. We were informed that the pa
tient was stronger, but would not be
able to leave his bed for two or three
days.
"The Jourdains may tell him of my
call,” I said. "They’ll suspect some
thing when I don't return today—yet
they may wait for me a day or two
longer—they have my money—and one
day is all I want. It’s Just possible
that they may keep silent altogether
They’ve nothing to gain by speaking
—it’s plain that they’re not in the con
spiracy. Anyway, tomorrow I’ll be
out of reach.”
Mr. Graham nodded.
"Yes that’s plainly me next step.
You must follow them to France—but
where in France will you look for
them? I didn’t think of that before.
Why, the search is Just beginning! I
thought it impossible to accomplish
what you have accomplished but that
seems easy, now, beside this new- prob
lem.”
“Yes," I assented: "still, it may not
be so hard as it looks. We must try
to find out where the women have gone
and I believe Rogers can help us. My
theory Is that they're from one of the
towns which the Holladays visited
when they were abroad, and Mr. Holla
day must have kept in touch with his
office, more or less, during that time "
My chief sprang up and seized his
hat.
"The very thing!” he cried. "There’s
no luck about that bit of reasoning.
Mr. Lester. Come, I'll go with you."
Rogers had been carrying on the rou
tine work of the business since his em
ployer’s death, and was supervising the
settlement of accounts, and the thou
sand and one details which must be
attended to before the business could
be closed up. We found him in the
private office, and stated our errand
without delay.
"Yes.” he said, "Mr. Holladay kept
in touch with the office, of course. Let
me see—what was the date?”
"Let us look for the first six months
of 1876," I suggested.
He got down the file covering that
period, and ran through the letters.
"Yes, here they are,” he said after a
moment. "In January, he writes from
Nice, where they seem to have re
mained during February and March.
About the middle of April, they started
north—here's a letter dated Parts, April
19—and from Paris they went to a place
called Etretat. They remained there
through May, June and July. This
is all the time covered by this file. Shall
I get another?”
"No," I answered; “but I wish you’d
make an abstract of Mr. Holladay’s
whereabout during the whole time he
Wits abroad, and send it to our office
not later than this afternoon.”
"Very well, sir," he said, and we left
the room.
"But why didn't you let him go far
ther?" asked Mr. Graham, as we went
down In the elevator.
"Because I think I’ve found the place,
sir,” I answered. “Did you notice—the
time they stayed at Etretat covers the
period of Miss Holladay s birth, with
which. I'm convinced, these people
were in some way concerned. We must
look up Etretat."
. ... I ^ ..- —.
A map at the office showed us that
it was a little Ashing hamlet and sea
side resort on the Bhore of the English
channel, not far north of Havre.
"My theory is," I said, "that when the
time of her confinement approached,
Mr. Holladay brought his wife to Paris
to secure the services of an experienced
physician, perhaps; or perhaps a nurse,
or linen, or all of them. That done, they
proceeded to Etretat, which they may
have visited before, and knew for a
quiet place, with a bracing atmosphere
and good climate—just such a place as
they would naturally desire. Here, the
daughter was born, and here, I am con
vinced, we find the key to the mystery,
though I am very far from guessing
what that key is. But I have a pre
monition—you may smile if you wish—
that I’ll find the clew I’m seeking at
Etretat. The name has somehow struck
an answering chord in me.”
The words, as I recall them now,
seem more than a little foolish and self
assured; yet, in light of the result—
well, at any rate, my chief showed no
disposition to smile, but sat for som«
moments in deep thought.
"I don’t doubt that you’re right, Mr,
Lester,” he said at last. “At any rate,
I’m ready to trust your experience—
since I have absolutely none in this
kind of work. 1 don’t need to say thal
I have every confidence in you. I'll
have a letter of credit prepared at once
so that you may not want for money—
shall we say five thousand to start
with?”
I stammered that I was certain that
would be more than enough, but he si
lenced me with a gesture.
"You’ll find foreign travel more ex
pensive than you think,” he said. "It
may be. too, that you’ll find that money
will help you materially with your in
vestigations. I want you to have all
you may need—don't spare it. When
you need more don't hesitate to draw
on us.”
I thanked him and was about to take
my leave, for I had some packing to da
and some private business to arrange,
when a message came from Dr. Jenk
inson. Mr. Graham smiled as he read
it.
“Royce is better,” he said; "much
better. He’s asking for you, and Jenk
inson seems to think you’d better go to
him, especially if you can bring good
news.”
"Just the thing!” I cried. "I must
go and bid him goodby, in any event,”
and half an hour later I was admitted
to our junior’s room. He was lying
back in a big chair, and seemed pale
and weak, but he flushed up when ha
saw me. and held out his hand eagerly.
"I couldn’t wait any longer, Lester,”
he began. “It seems an age since I’vs
seen you. I’d have sent for you before
this, but I knew that you were work
ing.”
“Yes,”I smiled, "I was working.”
"Sit down and tell me about it,” ha
commanded. “All about it—every de
tail.”
The door opened as he spoke, and Dr.
Jenkinson came in.
“Doctor,” I queried, “how far It is
safe to indulge this sick man? Ho
wants me to tell him a story.”
“Is it a good story?” asked the doc
“Why, yes, fairly good.”
"Then tell it. May I stay?”
"Certainly,” said Mr. Royce and I to
gether, and the doctor drew up a chair.
So I- recounted, as briefly as I could,
the events of the past two days, and
the happy accident which gave me the
lddress I sought. Mr. Royce’s face was
beaming when I ended.
“And you start for Prance tomor
row?” he asked.
“Tomorrow morning—the boat sails
at 10 o'clock.”
“Well, I’m going with you!” he cried.
“Why,” I stammered, startled by his
vehemence, “are you strong enough?
I’d be mighty glad to have you, but do
you think you ought? How about It,
doctor?”
Jenkinson was smiling with half-shut
eyes.
“It’s not a bad idea," he said. |
"He needs rest and quiet mors
than anything else. and he’s
bound to get a week of that on the ,
water, whlcr. is more than he'll do j
here. I can’t keep that brain of his :
still, wherever he is. He’d worry here, j
ind with you he'll be contented. Be- j
aides," he added, "he ought to be along;
tor I believe the expedition is going to
be successful!”
I believed so, too; but I recognized
In Jenkinsoa’s words that fine optim
ism which had done so much to make
him the great doctor he was. I shook
pur junior’s hand again in the Joy of
having him with me. As for him, he
seemed quite transformed, and Jenkin
son gazed at him with a look of quiet
pleasure. “You’ll have to pack," I said.
“Will you need my, help?"
"No; nurse can do It, with the doc
tor here to help us out," he laughed.
“You’ve your own packing to do. and
odds and ends to look after. Besides,
neither of us will need much luggage.
Don't forget to reserve the other berth
In that stateroom for me.”
“No,” I said, and rose. "I'll come for
you Ih the morning."
“All right; I’ll be ready.”
The doctor followed me out to give
me a word of caution. Mr. Royce was
still far from well; he must not over
exert himself; ho must be kept cheer
ful and hopeful, if possible; above all,
he was not to worry; quiet and sea air
would do the rest.
Continued Next Week.
“Tho Dedicated Life.”
From Boston Transcript.
“The Dedicated Life” Is the latest—Its
predecessors having been "the Simple ;
Life" and “the Strenuous Life.” It is j
commended by no less practical and un
sentimental a mind than the of Mr. Hal- !
lane, secretary of state for war in tho .
Campbell-Bannerman ministry. It makes
its appearance in the address which he de
livered recently as lord rector to the stu
dents of the University of Edinburgh, and
which was there pronounced by Mr. Bal
four himself, a “great discourse." Mr.
Haldane In this address answers the time- !
honored questions, “What Is life? What Is ]
the measure of success?" by showing that
It Is the dedication, the selecting of an
Ideal, the concentrating upon that, the
sticking to it, whether successful or un
successful—especially, indeed, if unsuc
cessful—that Is the noblest use to which a
life can be put. The test Is not success
or failure, the reaching of some definite
point; It is the striving itself, or rather the
quality of the striving, the aiming in con
tinually higher and higher reach towards
the ideal, the struggling Instead of yield
ing, that Is manhood’s highest expression.
This is supported by Lessing, who de
clared that were God to offer him the
truth on one hand and the search on the
other, he would choose the search. Rob
ert Browning delivered powerfully, again
and again, this great message In some of
his most characteristic poems.
One Condition.
An old-time barrister was John Williams
a sarcastic wit, and a bachelor with an
Intense prejudice against marriage. His
clerk one day asked him for a holiday to
get married, and some months afterward,
on entering bis chambers, Williams found
his dead body suspended from the door.
He engaged another clerk and asked him
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but thinking Williams would regard mar
riage as a guarantee of steadiness, he
added, but I am going to be.” “Very
well," replied Williams, “but understand
this—when you hang yourself, don't do It
here."
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