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Sept. 21, 1899.
THE NEBRASKA INDEPENDENT.
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NO IFS ORBUTS.
, You can have your money back, sir, if the clothes don't suit. You
can have it because that's the way we deal. Its a safe place to trade
where they "swap back." It's" the cheapest place, too. A merchant
would never make such an offer unless he knew his prices were as low
' or less than his neighbors. We know our prices are less for same
quality than elsewhere sometimes $1.00 perhaps $2.00, more often 'tia
$3.00 or $4.00 less. We. are not so greedy as some, our way of doing
business doesn't demand the profit some stores have to make. Our
men's suits at $5.00,' $6.00, $7.00, $7.50, $8.00, $8.50, and $9.00, are
from $1.00 to $4.00 less on ' each suit than you find elsewhere. The
better the business is done the more business one will do, of course. This
store does its business as welK as any store in the world. We've ham
mered away for years on the one idea, good clothing cheap. The
cloth and work are the best no better in the world. We give the
best we can for the - least we can. That's our clothing principle. Do
you think our Jiammering has been in vain? Nay but the echo of the
ring goes out from customer to cus- tomer who heralds it on to his
neighbor that this is a safe store to
once again brings back the same
included.' Of course you're going
everyone else does nothing extravagant a new suit that wil be more
comfortable and appropriate. The
sell you your clothing?
Will some of these republican edi
tors who have become so excruciat
ingly saintly after being the paid
tools of the railroads all their lives,
please tell us why it is, if Silas A.
' Holcomb, candidate for , supreme
judge, - has been bribed with
passes or anything else, by
the roads, that these same
roads are putting up the big-
gest campaign that they ever ran in
this state in the effort to beat him
for supreme judge?, Are the roads
for Holcomb? Every one of the ly
ing curs who do not know any other
. way to carry a campaign than to
publish slanders, knows that the cor
porations will fight Holcomb to the
bitter end. Their story would not
fool a year old baby.
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The heathen" Sulu sultan and his
polygamous chiefs and 6lave-owners
, are given self-government, the only
' condition being that for a certain
eum, which McKinley agrees to pay
them annually they shall hoist the
J American flag, while the Christian
and educated Filipinos are told that
j they must make an unconditional
surrender and submit without condi
tions to the will of Boss McKinley.
It seems that the administration
likes a heathen polygamist and
elave-holder much better than it
does a Christian monogamist. The
mullet heads say: "That's all
: right."
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The Outlook gets somewhat excit
ed over "the appalling growth of
pauperism." Ten years ago the pop
ulists called atentjon to it, but the
Outlook has just found jt out. What
it then considered the wild ravings
of long haired lunatics it now con
cedes to be the truth. It now says
that in 1850, New York with a pop
ulation of 515,000, paid $9,800 for
the support of paupers. In this year
of trusts, the 1st, and A. D. 18U9,
New York with a population of 3,
438,000, pays $3,131,000, or nearly
one dollar per capita of the popula
tion to support paupers. How is
that for prosperity?
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.Mr. Collins, the Associated Press
.correspondent in the Philippines,
declares that the censor refused to
let the correspondents send a copy
of a petition signed by all the busi
; ness men in Manila, asking that the
J present silver currency system be
t continued. The censor replied to
the request of the correspondents:
"That will help Bryan and hurt Mc
Kinley and it can't go." Is is any
wonder that all the correspondents
declare that the state censorship is
maintained solely for political pur
poses? But then that is imperial
ism and the mullet heads declare it
is just the thing that we want to
make ns prosperous.
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Pilate said to Jesus: "Know you
not that I have power to cruelty
thee?" In that sentence there is
embodied the same principle that
McKinley would apply to the Fili
pinos. He says to them: "Know
you not that I have the power to
crush you? The question of free
government by the consent of the
governed will not be considered.
The justice or injustice of mv de
mands will not be discussed. I de
mand your unconditional surren
der, that yon lay down your arms
nd submit yourselves to my. will.
I have 'power to enforce my . com
mands." That is the modern Cat?
rism. We know what was the final
result of that policy of ancient Caes-txiam.
trade in. The changing seasons
old question to every man, yourself
to spruce up a little this fall, just as
only question remains is who will
The Independent is under great
obligations to the proprietor and ed
itorial force of the Lincoln Freie
Press. They took us in out of the
cold when we were homeless wand
erers on the streets of Lincoln and
gave us the use of their editorial
rooms, their presses and their type
setting machines. It is wholly owing
to their courtesy that we are able to
get out this issue of the paper. Long
live the Freie Press. ,
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The London bankers are begin
ning to prepare for the coming
storm. They declare that their fate
depends on keeping the production
of gold up to" the present standard.
Tested by the cash gold held in the
banks, they are in no position to
stand pressure for one day. Includ
ing their balances at the Bank of
England, they probably do not hold
6 per cent of their liabilities to de
positors in gold, as an able corres
pondent points out in the Investor's
Review But it is just their capac
ity to pay gold that may soon be put
to the proof. The Transvaal is the
principal source of supply, almost
the only present source, since the
Indian government proposes to buy
the output of the Indian mines and
Australian production is taken part
ly to the United States.
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Now that the bankers are all de
manding paper money and say that
business can not be trans
acted without it, we shall
see the professors of po
litical economy in our collegs make
a flop instanter. One of them who
was in the habit of writing screeds
on the walls of his lecture room
denouncing paper money will now
do it no more forever. The banks
are all for paper money these days.
All they ask is that they shall be
allowed to issue it instead of the
government. Paper money is the
thing. No more will the professors
of economics talk about "hard
money." Those words will never
be heard in his class rooms here
after. o
Gen, Otis' order excluding Chin
ese from the Philippines has
brought a vigorous protest from the
Chinese government which has
been presented by the Chinese min
ister at Washington. McKinley
has another row on his hands now
and what the end of it will be no
man can tell. '
The editors of the Gazette object
to the title of "mullet heads" which
we adopted from the Nebraska In
dependent account of its conven
ience. The "mullet head"' is one
who can reason and think but won't,
Wause he is afraid if he does He
will begin to believe like some peo
ple do that he don't like. A mullet
head will make the most astounding
assertions and when called to ac
count will simply look wise and go
right on lying just as before. Ar
guing with a mullet head is like
coaxing a hog to go through a gap.
The hog ran go through if it wants
to, but it won't, notwithstanding it
would be better for it if it did. So
a mullet head won't think, no mat
ter how much you try to persuade it.
notwithstanding it would be best
for it if it would. The mullet heads
are a queer fish. Jefferson County
Journal.
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THE EARTH.
Wltk ffttheriaf yean tha earth hai not (row
tame, .
. In man's firm clatp a mere Imprisoned ball,
Though conquering feet ha v. trodden nearly all.
And even the uncharted haa received a name;
There atill loom heights deserving of man'a aim;
Forbidding ialea aiiU lie beyond Ma thrall;
The ailent polar door heed not hia call.
And inmost tropic wilds ne scare dara claim. .
Tet, when at last the globe la mastered quite, .
And prying man haa left no Incu unacanned.
Be still must pause before earth's moods of might
That lift the sea and toss the deaert sand,
That aet the dread volcano's torch alight
i Ana sena strange tremors inrouga me aiartiea
land. '
Meredith Nicholson in New York Bun.
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THE LATE MR. KNAPP
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A STORY WHICH GOES TO SHOW
O THAT YOU CAN'T ALWAYS O
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You see, she was such a queer little
thing that, we couldn't help taking her
to our hearts at once. But there, that's
Just the way with me. It always seems
to me as If everybody ought to know
the people I know, without any partic
ular explanation.
Well, it was Just this way: That
summer that mother and I wanted to
paper the sitting room, though father
would have given mother his head if
be bad asked for It, heads didn't
count It was money we needed, and
of that he had none. Then after much
hard thinking I devised a plan, and,
though It was a great shock toNfather
and mother at first, I carried the day,
and the upshot of it was that we ad
vertised for a summer boarder for our
spare room. Unless you have done the
same thing at eome awful crisis in
your life yon can never for a moment
imagine, O reader, the awful mixture
of hope and fear that held place in our
hearts until we received a neatly writ
ten, briefly worded note signed
"Phoebe Knapp."
Mother was taken with it at once,
and as she delights In all things miser
able because she can make them feel
better, she was especially captivated
by the closing sentence, which ran,
"Having recently met with a bereave
ment, the rest and quiet you offer will
be a great boon to me."
"Widow, likely," said father as we
read this note aloud in his presence for
the fifth time..
"Miss or Mrs., Katie?" asked mother,
although we both knew the signature
by heart "Yours sincerely, Phoebe
Knapp."
"I'm sure I don't know. I can't read
between the lines," I answered, rather
flippantly, I fear.
Mils unknown was beginning to take
a sort of weird possession of me. It
seemed . uncanny that everything
should turn upon the movements of a
stranger whom we bad never seen, and
wherever I turned I could not help see
ing a silent figure In a long crape veil
lifting its band and commanding me to
do this or that, upon which I was al
ready engaged. v
However, we were all ready for her
at last, and when father came from
the station and deposited upon the
front piazza a tiny little woman of
about SO years of age, with big, fright
ened gray eyes, and delicate, sensitive
features, a creature that would have
looked small alongside a robust child
of 10, the contrast between this little
object and the commanding figure of
my Imagination was so great that I
almost had a fit of hysterics on the
spot I took refuge in flight while
mother cooed and coddled the "poor
dear" and took her up to her room.
You see, mother was just In her ele
ment while I had all my notions to
readjust to existing circumstances.
My flights of fancy will be the death
of me some day, father says.
I caught mother on the stair a mo
ment as they were coming down and
breathed softly Into her ear, "Miss or
Mrs."
"I doB't know. I couldn't find out"
answered mother in that awful stage
whisper of hers that sends me nearly
Into fits whenever she tries It But our
boarder did not seem to notice. I made
a venture on a bold stroke. "I shall
call her Mrs. Knapp. and then she can
correct me if she doesn't like It I've
always heard that it gives a middle
aged married woman much greater
offense to be called 'Miss' than it does
to address a single sister as 'Mrs.,' so
here goes."
: '1 hope you bad a pleasant trip down,
M-m," I said pleasantly, allowing my
voice to die away on the last syllables
as I found my courage oozing out at
the tip of my tongue. I couldn't say
Mrs. Knapp after all, to save me.
I noticed with much amusement that
father and mother avoided the pitfall
as successfully as 1 did, during that
first meal, and we all went out on the
piazza after supper to enjoy the sunset
Here our guest set our minds at rest.
"How James would' have enjoyed
this I" exclaimed she softly, as if half
to herself. Mother nodded so vigorous
ly and triumphantly behind her back
that 1 was afraid she would notice It
and so hastened to nod In reply. We
knew now. She was a widow. "He
loved to sit beside me and watch the
setting sun, even In the city," she went
on softly. "It seems terribly lonely
without blm. Ob, If I could only have
brought blm out Into such a peaceful
place as this, he might be alive nowl
That last hot spell was so bard on blm.
I thought perhaps he bad a sunstroke,
but I could not tell"
Mother's eyes filled with sympathetic
tears, and as she laid her hand gently
ever that of Mrs, Knapp she Inquired
tenderly, "How long Is It since be died,
dearr ;
"Six weeks," answered the widow.
"He was all that I had in the world,
sod I have been so lonely ever since.
But, please, Mrs. Curtis, 1 cannot talk
about it quite yet" ,
, Nevertheless, he did "talk about it"
quite a good dil in the days that fol
lowed, with the ffect that I, who was
a wide awake girl at that time, pe
culiarly susceptible to tvU Impres
sions, imbibed an Impression of the
late Mr. Knapp's eccentricities that
was not altogether complimentary to
the departed gentleman. '
"Poor dear!" said she one day. "He
tried so hard to speak. If he only could
have told his wants'" We never asked
her any questions. We Just lot her talk
on, feeling that this was the kindest
and best. I inferred from this last re
mark that her husband had been af
fected by paralysis, particularly as she
had said on another occasion: "I used
to sit at my window, and James sat at
his, I sewing, he looking out of the
window at what was going on In the
street He seemed perfectly happy as
long as I was there. But then we can
never tell. I often wish now that I
had done more for him or could have
learned better what he wanted." v
"What did the pbyslciani say or do 7"
I asked.
"They said It was the breaking up of
the system by old age. I never felt
that they quite understood the case."
Poor little thing! Married to an aged
paralytic and yet regretting bis death
as the breaking up of the one tie on
earth! What desolatlon-what utter
desolation her case seemed to me! I
was moved to take ber In my arms and
weep with her, which was a great deal
for me. ' .
Not only was the late Mr. Knnpp old
and Imbecile and paralytic, but he had
other traits which must have rendered
him highly objectionable as a dally
companion. .' .: --:f V,1
"Just about this time every afternoon
I always gave James a bowl of cream
with fresh sponge cake in it He would
not touch It unless it, was in a certain
bowl nor unless it was fresh from the
baker's. And yet they tried to per
suade me that be didn't know any
thing!" . ,
From which I inferred that, added to
bis other peculiarities, the late ' Mr.
Knapp possessed an ' extremely , un
pleasant temper. , t .5
"And, oh, Mrs. Curtis!" she walled,
"after the poor dear was dead and
gone, they wouldn't let me bury him in
the family lot." From which I Infer
red that the dear departed had come of
a family of unpleasant tempers. Such
heathenish doings I never beard tell
of. Surely, however they felt toward
him during bis life, nothing but a fiend
would deny him the, family resting
place after be was dead!
But 1 forgot my interest In Mrs.
Knapp and her affairs by reason of
some of my own. I had a delightful
letter from Tom Dixon, laying be
would be with us for a week. Now
Tom was a favorite, -cousin of mine,
and I spent a good deal of time fur
nishing up my little belongings so that
I might look my very best whea he
came. And then, I was putting finish
Ing touches to Tom' room, tpo, until
the minute be arrived, so that I really
had no time to talk to Mrs. Knapp or
to listen to ber 11 she wished to talk to
me.
Dear old Tom ! How good It was to see
blm that day with bis blithe ways and
"bonny brown hair!" We talked and
talked till supper was called, and then
we still talked all the way to the dining
room door, and yet we found time to say
nothing about any one but ourselves.
As we seated ourselves at the table I
saw Mrs. Knapp's vacant place (for she
was a little late) and realized that I
had not mentioned her presence In our
household. ,
, "Why, we have a boarder, Tom," I
began, In answer to his look of Inquiry
at the empty place. Just as 1 spoke
she gilded In. ,,
"Why, who on earth would have
thought of finding you here?" and he
hook her hand in a grasp, so Hearty
that I could see it was painful to her.
She colored faintly and said a little
unsteadily, "This is Indeed a surprise,
Mr. Dixon," and I read between the
lines that the surprise was not an al
together agreeable one.
But Tom didn't seem "to notice any
th!ng'(most men are dumb about such
things, you know), so I kept my eyes
and ears open and waited for develop
ments. :, . .v.'j) 1
At last they came and In a most
startling manner.
' So I bear poor Jim is gone at last?"
said Tom, turning to Mrs.. Knapp as be
buttered his seventh biscuit (Tom al
ways was rather a greedy youth and
enjoyed most heartily the good things
of this life, mother's cooking among
them).
"Oh, Mr. Dixon, how can you speak
of him In that way!" exelalmed the
widow, hurrying from the room In a fit
of sobbing. .
Tom stared.
"Well. I'll be darned! 'What under
the sun Is the matter with the woman
anyway?" he exclaimed.
"You ought to be ashamed of your
self," replied I severely. "No wonder
the poor woman Is allocked te bear
you ipeak of her husband In that way
after he's dead and gone." -
Tom atared again. And then be broke
Into aucb spasms of laughter that 1
thought he bad suddenly lost hU mind.
I had heard of aucb things, but I had
fortunately been spared the sight of
them so fsr. ' .
"Her husband!" he exclaimed, when
be could catch his breath, as be wiped
the tears from his eyes. "Her hus
band! She hadn't any husband. She
never was married. Jim was her old
black cat!" And then he went off again
Into spasms.
No wonder the hard hearted relatives
bad objected to bavlng all that was
mortal of "the late Mr. Knapp" laid
In the family lot!
Mother and I looked at each other
and said nothing. What was, there to
say? But we thought things. 'I don't
know whether tbey were the same
things or not but we certainly thought
tblngs.-blcago Times-Herald. ,
THE SILO,
Fast or How Fllllnar Latest Faaelea
, In Coverlna". .
Fast or slow filling of the alio Is de
bated, but the only difference amounts
to about this: With slow filling there is
more time allowed for the material to
settle and one gets more material Into
the pits if he is a week about It than
lu two days. In Ohio we use the rapid
filling. Where one fills two silos and
can do so it Is a good plan to fill into
one a half day and then the other. The
carrier of our machine carries over one
silo and throws into No. 2, so by sim
ply removing a trap slide in the carrier
over No. 1, or replacing it, the silos can
be alternated In filling without chang
ing the machines. We know of no tests
that ptace greater feeding value upon a
slow rather than a fast filled silage. In
a fast filled silo there Is a greater show
of space after It has, settle,d. .To over
come this loss of storage, some silos
are provided with a top rack some 8
feet high, about the top of the silo, and
this rack Is filled, aud as the silage be
low It settles It finds Its place in a few
days In the pit, which when settled
will be brimming full. , . . '
How shall the silo be covered to pro
tect it from the air? Does it need any
cover at all more than the roof above
It? Some silos now are even denied
this protection. Certain it is that no
one now covers silage with plauk, pa
per and weights. The most simple
cover, and extensively used, Is no cover
at all, simply putting the litter about
the cutter upon top of the silage, mak
ing it firm by treading and leaving it,
allowing the top layer of a few Inches
three or four, possibly, six to mold
and rot and seal Itself away from the
air. A few (the third or fourth day
after filling and some treading)
sprinkle 20 pails of water on the sur
face of the silage and thus hasten the
molding and sealing.
As good a plan as we know of Is to
copy the last method and add to It a
bushel of oats, raked Into this warm
wet surface, and grow a cover of oat
roots mixed with the decayed silage.
The growth will soon fall down and
die, making a cover we have never
seen excelled and so matted that it la
easily taken off. Others put on wet,
old straw, and some use sawdust wet
down, and yet others commence at
once to feed from the silo as soon as
filled, and hence need no cover.
In the winter, on approach of very
cold weather, it Is a good plan to put
some boards over the alio and cover
with a half ton of straw. This holds
in the heat, keeps out cold air, and
more germs find In the warm silage i
pretty good borne to colonise in, and
then in cold weather the cows get a
warm breakfast, Instead of now and
then an Iced menn. .
John Qould discusses silo methods In
the foregoing words In the Ohio Farm'
er and also affirms that reports from
all sections of the country this year
(1899) give to the silo greater promi
nence than ever. "
Fall Garatealaff.
If onion sets are put out in October,
they will furnish slender white stems
for the table about two weeks from
tbe beginning of giowtb in the spring.
One-third ounce of seed or quart of
sets goes to 100 feet of row.
Parsley is a biennial If wanted In
early spring, parsley may be sowed in
September in moderately fertile soil
During the cold weather the plants
should be covered nearly to the top
with leaves, held in place by brush.
One-fourth of one ounce of seed will
sow 100 feet of drill. ' , ,
If sowed in the fall, spinach can
usually be wintered under a mulch,
which should be removed early in tbe
spring. The drills should be a foot
apart and the seed covered about an
inch deep. Thjn to 6 Inches apart and
finally, as the plants grow, to 12 Inches
In the row. New Zealand Is a new
variety, quite different from the com'
mon, and tbe plants should stand three
feet apart Perpetual spinach is sown
In rows a foot apart, la very rich soil
and thinned to give room. Half an
ounce of ordinary seed is right for 100
feet of drill. Twenty-five plants of
New Zealand are enough for a family.
These suggestions occur in the very
useful farmers' bulletin. No. 04, on
vegetable gardening. ,
Th Tarn I Flea.
The" turnip flea Is still alive and
shows this season that he bas tastes
for all sorts of meat, although hen
bane (Hyoscyamus nlger) Is his fa
vorite food. Tbe leaves of young ug
ar corn be attacked this season, in
force, causing tbe young plants to
grow slowly and tbe outer ends of tbe
leaves to turn brown. I used a dilu
t ion -of whale oil soap, but found that
frequent stirring of tbe soli every day
or two and one or two visits a day and
brushing them from the leaves were of
tbe most service. This insect Is very
fond of the tobacco leaves all through
tbe growing season, from tbe small
plants In the bed until frost comes In
tbe fall. All plants of the nlgbt shade
family, this Insect Is found feeding on;
and It Is almost Impossible to grow tbe
eggplant in this neighborhood without
using parts green freely," writes a Mis
souri gardener to Meehan's Monthly.
A Covarlaar for Tree Woaade.
Best of all coverings for all ordinary
purposes for wounds and bare places
on trees is common linseed oil paint,
according to an Orange Judd Farmer
writer. It Is easiest of all In applica
tion, It lasts for years on the dead
wood, it does not kill the tendqr bark
or check its crowing. , ,
Job Prirxtii&r
New Presses,
We are prepared
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plant was destroyed1 by fire, but
we have replaced it with a now
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A PART OF HIS STORY
ONE CHAPTER IN THE LIFE OF A
YOUNG ADVENTURER.
A Dramatle laeMaat la a Caraor
Walea Mar Have Bade Behla
, PrUoa Ban or Which Mar Hew
Brlaaf ol af Happiness and Hope.
"These little detached passages In
other people's stories that we are con
tdnually running into by pure chance,"
said an old reporter off duty, "are the
most fascinating and tantalising things
In life. Sometimes we get a whole
chapter, sometimes we get nothing
more than a scrap of dialogue, and as
often as not it's only a glance of the
ye or a gesture of the hand, but We
realise all the same that we have acci
dentally intruded upon some poignant
human document of which we are
nerer to know either the beginning or
the end. I hare often amused myself
by taking such fragmentary morsels
and attempting to reconstruct aronnd
them a logical sequence of events, just
as naturalists build up fossil monstrosi
ties from small sections of their big
toes, and 1' may add that the invariable
result of my efforts has shattered my
faith in comparative neology. I am
forced to believe that the naturalists
are faking us. However, when"
"Oh. well," said somebody in the
offloe, "go ahead and tell the story and
have done with it!"
"The incident I had In mind," con
tinned tbe old reporter, looking some
what injured, "was narrated to me by
a gentleman of this city who is now
manager of an extensive orange grove,
with offices in New Orleans Eight or
nine years ago, before he assumed his
present position, be bad charge 01 a
large sugar plantation npthe river, and
one day daring the grinding season a
young Englishman came to his ottke
and applied to him for work.
'.'The young fellow said his name
was John Mason, and his shabby clothes
and a hungry look in his eye confirmed
tbe statement that he was badly in
need of a job. The manager liked his
face and manners and put him at light
work with a gang at the cane camera
Mason proved a very good hand. He
was steady and sober, bat be attracted
no special attention, bad no intimates
and never let drop a word about his
hlstorv. At the end of the season he
drew bis money and went away.
"About a month later the manager
received a letter from a lady in Eng
land inquiring about her son, John
Mason, whom she understood was
working on that plantation. The letter
went on to say that he had left home
SATURDAY
of the street fair. . If you come to the city Sat
urday we invite you to our store. . We are mak-
m e
ing this one oi me great
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Deueving ue naa xuiea a young
struck her with something in a ttfyy -Insane
jealousy. The woman was J
dead, and the trouble had bsawstwl
up. Meanwhile the young man Lai '.
come in for a legacy of 5,0Q'rV and tla '
mother wanted him to returif at ooet.
"The letter was evidentlfwtittoa by
a person of culture and y nemest and
seemed sincere, but, ha mg no iSm of ,
Mason's whereabouts, Mil the manager
could do was to reply to that aSecl
That closed tha correspondence.
"One evening nebrt grinding i
very rajHred. trampish looking
came to the office window and asked
for work. Dirt, privation and a heavy
beard had changed him consideratly,
but the manager recognised him a
Mason at a glance. 'Didn't yon naa to
work for me!' he asked. No replied
the man. ! 'I was never south before i
my life.' 'Well,' said the manager, 'I
have no work for yon, bat yon remind
ed me at first of a fellow I want to see,
a fellow named John Mason.'
."The applicant stood for while ir
resolute. 'X need to have a partner by
that name,' he said finally: may be it
was him. What was it about T
"The manager looked him la tie
I wanted to tell blm tbat KUecri
was not dead,' he replied.
"Mason grabbed hold of the wfador
sill and turned white as a sheet Saf
his dirt - His jaw trembled for mia
ate, and then be began to blabber IT. i
a child. The manager came oat, lea
him in kindly, and as soon as tbe Eaj
lishman saw the letter he admitted tie
story of his flight was true. The reac
tion was so great that he became half
hysterical, bat at last be was persuaded
to go to his old quarters for the night,
and tbe manager assured him that be
would make arrangements next day fot
his immediate return to England.
"Weill" asked several listener
"That's all there is to the story," ; ,
said the old reporter. "Next morning
John Mason wasn't there. His bed had
not been slept in; nobody had seem -
him ; nobody has ever seen him since.
Where he came from, what became of
him, who he really was, nobody known.
The manager wrote to the mother and
got no reply, and the question arises.
Was it his mother after all? Might not
the letter have been a decoy t How did
the writer learn his address t Was the
girl actually alive or dead! True, the
manager might have settled some of
these problems by further inquiries at ;
the English end, but he is a wise man ,i
and has learned that it is not well to (
meddle with detached chapters. It la
an excellent rale." New Orleans
Times-Democrat 3
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