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SOUNDS LIKE FICTION.
WOIY AT TIKES HAB THAT
TREND.
Old Tim Chronicles Ar Tilled With
Inoidtnts Xore Romantic
Than Fiction.
London Standard: When Guisot
Mid, "If you are fond of romance, read
hie lory ," he may possibly have bad an
Ironical meaning. He had studied, and
bad also written, so much historical
matter himself that nobody knew bet
ter bow much of what passes under the
secoad of these names ought to be de
scribed by the Bint, But aa he was a
very serious man, the probability ii
that h meant simply, what he said -namely,
that it Is far more profitable to
take the chronicles, memoirs or letters
which are the authorities for the past,
and amuse yourself with them, than to
pend your time over little stories of a
professedly authentic character. Ad
miral Coligny was, for his time, an
honest man, and yet he cannot be
cleared of the charge of having helped
I'oltrot de Meree to murder Duke Fran
cois of Guise, and of then having fibbed
at to his own share in the transaction.
EX GOV. GRIGGS
Recognition for New Jersey and its service to the Republican party
Is said to be the leading motive fur naming ex-Gov. ..ggs for the high
est honor in the land. The a be law-yer is also said to be the choice of
many wealthy heads of corporationsof which his state is the home.
We shall never, In fact, get at the right
way of Judging the men of the Renais
sance till we understand that the good
were those who murdered, lied, and
forged for a cause, and the bad those
whedid these things merely for the
Itiere uf gain. William the Silent, who
was himself the mark for a long series
as assassins, and Anally died by the
hand of one of them, was engaged In a
plot to take off the Duke of Alva. Eliz
abeth was fiercely angry because the
Jailer of Queen Mary refused to kill
their prisoner. They again abstained,
net so much on the ground that the act
was wrong, though Paulet did reject it
as contrary to the laws of God and
man, but from a well-grounded belief
that her majesty was perfectly capable
of hanging them afterward, In order to
vindicate her own character.
lord Burghlcy had a trustworthy
forger In his service and made frequent
asd successful use of li la services. Yet
Ktltabeth deserved all the honor her
subjects gave her. and Burgh ley was a
great and patriotic minlstT. Nor are
William the Silent and Coligny to bo
blamed unreservedly. Both had to deal
with enemies who had no scruple and
who acted without regard to law. The
gravest moralists of the time, Protes
tant or Roman Catholic, agreed that it
was legitimate In the private citizen to
kill the "tyrant," by which they meant
the man who oppressed others by vio
lence and disregarded all right. We
who live In times when no one can
pat himself above control by the state
are perhaps not fair Judges of their
deeds or opinions. We hear of the
courtly grace of this gentleman or that.
It was a fine cloth of gold woven to
unutterable brutality. We need not be
lieve every word Brantome wrote, but
ho Js too fully confirmed by more sober
authorities to be rejected wholly. The
aepomplshed gentlemen who built and
lived In those beautiful chateau did
things at which a Hooligan would shud
der. The noble Bayard gained a repu
tation for superhuman virtue by, once
In his life, not acting like an unspeaka
ble scoundrel to two defenseless
women. The praise he earned Justly Is
the condemnation of his generation. It
boasted of doing all the wickedness
mendaciously laid to the charge of our
soldiers In South Africa. What, Indeed,
was not possible when the King of
France could give bis son, the Duke of
Orleans who became King Henry II.
the lesson told In the memoirs of Vlolle
vllle? Their authority is Indeed very
dubious, but they are contemporary,
and the tale more than bears out Gul
ret'e Judgment. It tolls how the duke
and his gentlemen sat over the wine
and hraMed of what they would do
k. it., bin n (toad hnw thev were
overheard by a fool-a motley fool
and bow he revealed It all to King
Francis. Then his majesty sent for th
Heulfntwt of the Scots' Guard and or-
ifi him f arrest the nrlnce. with fill
v, ... mm a -.u it.. ur...mi, The
TJim .',. in time and took hid-
Ing In the forest, and his gentlemen
galloped for the frontier, while the
ftentrhmen always punctual in uie am-
charge of duty, smashed his furniture
to small bits and drove his Inferior do
mestics through the tipper windows
with halberds. Such was the courtly
grace of those artistic ages.
The sale of recent translations In
AiKa, Manoog Khldlchlan, an Arme
alan, and Yanl Macrldea. a Oreek, will
4 titer Roanoke college, Salem. Vs., next
antumn, and after their graduation
front that Institution, will take a theo
logical court In this country, with a
view to becoming missionaries la their
ow oouatry.
A VALID XXCTtt.
Apropos Judicial Reply to a Juror's
Plea for Exemption.
Bt Louis Globe-Democrat: In a cer
tain rase the Judge ordered the sheriff
to call the roll of 35 "good men and
true" selected for Jury duty. Only 22
answered to their names, and the
sheriff looked somewhat inquiringly at
the Judge, but the latter was calmly
wiping his glasses while he uttered the
customary, "Any desiring to be excus
ed from service on this Jury will now
come forward."
Twenty-two men made a movement
forward, and the clerk stopped In his
work of noting those who bad failed to
respond to the summons to look in
wonder at the entire venire desiring to
escape.
"Well," said the Judge, speaking to
a l?ns. thin, nervous-looking young
man. "why do you wish to "be excus
ed?" "If it please your honor," answered
the aforesaid ...n individual, "I'd like
to be excused on account of illness. I'm
suffering from something that might
prove embarrassing to the other Jur
ors, and Is certainly embarrassing to
me."
"What Is the nature of your Ill
ness?" asked the Judge.
"Well," said the young man, hesl-
FOR PRESIDENT
tatlngly, "I'd prefer to tell you in pri
vate. I'm somewhat delicate about
speaking of it In public."
"I cannot hear anything In private,"
responded the Judge Impatiently. "If
you want to be excused) you must tell
me here and now what la the matter
with yon."
"Wvll, If I must tell It here I have
the itch."
"The Itch?" echoed the judge, and,
turning to the clerk, without marking
how apropos his observation was, he
said, "Mr, Jones, scratch the Juror off."
FORCED TO USE WOOD.
Why the Buildings of the St Louis
Exposition Will Not be Made of
Iron.
Perhaps there Is no more striking
example of the congestion In the iron
trade than the decision of the St.
Louis exposition managers to make
their buildings of wood. This ma
terial cannot be cheaper than the
iron, frame and staff covering, and
the danger of Are should be a serious
deterrent from using it. But the
fact seems to be that the fair manag
ers cannot get structural Iron in tlmo
to complete the buildings for use next
year. The mills have orders for many
months ahead and can hardly meet
time contracts already made. It la
a little remarkable. In these circum
stances, that there should be no great
Increase in the price of structural
Iron. That Is said to be the policy of
the trust, enforced against the pro
test of Independent mills. These
would like to take advantage of the
congestion to raise prices, undoubt
edly that would be done, with free
competition among many equal Inde
pendent mills. But the trust Is
strong enough to force the small mills
to adopt Its policy, which la one of
enligtened selfishness. Its managers
believe that they will make more In
the long run by keeping prices at the
level of a fair profit and enlarging
facilities, as fast as may be, so as to
fill all orders. Minneapolis Tribune.
A Deathbed - Recognition,
Llpplncott's Magazine: "Uncle Jl fil
mic" was the man who had a reputation
for "tightness" in business affairs,
which clung to him in the entire 80-odd
years of his existence. When he was
r.trlcken with what proved to be his last
Illness, a neighbor came to see him
who had heard be was near unto death
The family were gathered about the
room In various stages of grlof he had
not been an over kind husband and
father and the sick man lay on his
bed with closed eyes and labored
, breathing.
I "See if be knows you.' said his wife
tearfully to the neighbor, who tiptoed
' to the side of the bed and leaned over
the occupant
" ,l'n'le Jlmmle.' do you know me?"
asked the neighbor gently.
i A deep silence hung over the room.
( Finally, "Uncle Jlmmle" slowly opened
h. eyes and fixed them Intently on the
tiii-nn.....
"Know you?" he echoed feebly. "I
reckon I do! Where's that gallon of
vinegar you owe me?
The neighbor hnd to acknowledge the
recognition was complete.
Not Long Enough to Spoil.
Philadelphia Record: Mrs. Wigwag
Do"s your husband keep liquor In the
house?
Mrs. OiiMler Not very long.
Fo.Tner Oovernor Francis of Missouri
Ii regarded by admirers aa strong
enough foundation for a Democratic
presidential boom.
"0 Yl OF LITTLE FAITH!"
A Sower sowed hli seed, with doubts and
fears:
"I dare not hope," be aid, "for fruitful
ears;
Poor hath the harvoet txen In other
jfnans."
Yet ere the August moon had wafn
old
Fair Hlnod hie fields, a waving via of
Bold: j
He reaped a thousandfold !
k
In a dark place one dropt a kindly
word;
"8o weak my voice," he HiKhed. "per-
chunce none heard
Or if they did, no answering impulse
stirred."
Tet in an hour his fortunes wire at
stake;
One put a life in peril for his Bake,
Because that word he 8pake'.
t
"Utile I have to eive. O I,ord,' one
cried.
"A wayward heart that oft hath thee
denied; '
Couldsl thou-wlih-such. S gift li? satis
fied?" Tet when the soul hod ceased Its mourn
ful plaint.
God took the love that seemed to poor
and faint
And from it made a saint!
Christian Burke.
At the Edge of Night.
BT JULIA TRUITT BISHOP.
Author "Deborrah of Lost Creek,"
Etc.
(Copyright, 1901, by Authors' Syndicate.)
SfHE gray day was darkening down
I toward cheerless night. Davi.l-
I son, of the "Arm of Davidson &
Browne, would fain have escaped
from the office, for the man who was
coming in was a man without under
standing. But he could not escape, for
a hand was already on the knob of the
door, so he sat still and looked intent- ,
ly at the papers on his desk. The man
who came in was tall and dull and
wistful looking.
"Hello, Howard," said Davidson, still
busy with his papers.
Hello," said Howard, dropping Into
a chair and leaning his albows on the
arms, so that he could clasp his hands
and rest his chin on them. "Sorry
you're busy. Wanted to drop in and
talk awhile, you know. Not profi ssional
business Just plain talk."
Davidson still considered the papers.
which he had gathered, sheaf wife. Into
his bands.
"It's about Dolly," said the man with
out understanding, raising troubled
eyea to the back of the other's bead.
There might have been the slightest
pause, before the other rejoined In the
friendliest manner:
'See what It Is to be married! You're
always worrying about Dolly."
'Yes, but you don't know, said
Howard, humbly, trying to make It
plain to the other man's limited com
prehension, "t thought I would bring
her back here among old friends.
some way. It dldn t matter to me, you
know I could be happy anywhere
with her but maybe It's different with
a girl. And she did seem better for
awhile but now she's going backward
again."
Davidson looked at the papers In his
hands as though he really could not
spare a minute from his work.
"How do you mean, going back
ward? he. asked.
un, well, getting pale and still, as
she was before. She alwaysisays there's
do thing the matter always has said It
but anybody can see there Is."
The chin, resting on the clasped
hands, trembled weakly for a moment.
The man at the desk seemed somehow
conscious of that trembling, and was
vaguely disquieted by it.
"You're nervous, old man," he said,
quietly. "Why don't you see a doctor
shout Dolly if you are so uneasy?
That's what you want to do see a
doctor. Instead of a lawyer."
"That's foolishness," retorted How
ard, a little warmly. "You have known
Dolly longer than I have all her life.
Just about I thought you wpre a friend
of sors though I did have to almost
pull you around to the house after we
came bask here. I've held a kind of
grudge against you the way you kept
putting me off and pretending you had
so many engagements you couldn't
come and then you never came back.
I thought you'd see Dolly needed to be
cheered but you don't. Noborly sees
like a husband, I suppose. Talk about
doctors I've had doctors -and what
do they know about, something that
doesn't show It?elf In fevers, or some
thing like that? Sometimes I think
maybe It was a mistake for Dolly to
marry me."
There was a dry Duskiness in his
trembling voice.
"What nonsense you talk, Howard,"
said the other, rudely. "Yon want as
much petting and coaxing as though
you were sick. Instead of Dol'y. You
go along and leave Dolly to And her
way back to happiness you said,
didn't you? In her own way."
"It's all very well to say that." snld
Howard, despondently. "You haven't
given the thought to these things that
I have. You see, I had been away, for
years and she had grown up from a
little girl In short dresses while I was
gone. I scarcely remember her, ex
cept for her eyes I had noticed her
eyes, as she was romping to and from
school, and had thought what a stun
ning woman she would make some day.
But I come back, you know and Vuct
her the Arst thing you wore out of
town JitRt then, weren't you? and I
waa wild about her from the Arst It
waa a short courtship and I was mar
ried and went away and I was the
happiest fellow! And I wou'd be now
If I could only get Dolly to be happy."
The papers In the lawyers hands
were, rustled as by a wind. He In Id
them down and carefully weighted
them with a hook. The woinl of such
men as Davidson, Haward say clearly,
was that they grow hard of heart In
Fears a Marconi Monopoly.
(Berlin cable.) Prof. Slaby, who,
with Count Arco,' created the Slnby
Arco wlndess telegraphy system. Is
advocating International agreement to
regulate Ibe wlmless transmission of
messages on the ground that otherwise
the groatest good cannot be obtained
from wireless telography. He says that
with the backing of British capital,
Marconi may obtain a monopoly for
aerial transmission, as has already
bean don In tha case of ocaan tele
graphy. t
the midst of their work.
You've never been married, said
the man without understanding, whose
throat was dry. "I don't suppose you've
ever been in love, even. You don t
know how it is to worship a woman.
and find that you that you can't make
her bappy. I've tried everything hou
cttly 1 have. I've bought her every
thing 1 ill ought she might fancy: and
I've thrown business away to take ber
here and there and give her a gay time.
She doesn't care for any of it. She just
krowa paler and thinner and more pa
tient. I don't want her to be patient.
What right hag she to be patient? If
she could only Ay into a passion and
berate me and abuse rae until she
couldn't think of anything more, lo say
I'd be the happiest creature God ever
made. What am I to do, Davidson?
What am I ti do?
His words had ended with a groan.
Daviuson had a wooden ruler in both
hands, and was clasping it until his
Angers were white.
"You exaggerate the difficulty.' "her
said, after a Utile. "I am not very
familiar with the ways of women, but
It seems to me "
"As, but you know this one woman,"
said Howard, eagerly. "You have
known her all your life and if you
would but take a little interest for my
sake if you would just try to bo
friendly enough to help me a little"
"In heaven's name, what do you
want me to do?" cried the other. He
tried to laugh as he said it. It was not
a very cheerful laugh,
"If you will only come around the
house a little." petitioned the man de
void of understanding. "Perhaps an
outsider, one who is not especially in
terested, might be able to fiud out what
the trouble, was. or at least to divert
her mind. You see, I love her too
much, and am too deadly anxious but
you would be cool and collected. You
know you might do it, Davidson.' It
wouldn't take much of your time
would it, now? and think of the good
you might do. Maybe she's lonely
maybe she misses the friends she used
to have she was a gay little thing
once. J don't know what the trouble is
I would Rive the world to know.
Won't you help me to And out?"
There was another silence. After
awhile Davidson stirred a little.
"So you wish to nse me in making an
experiment?" he said, at last, with an
unexpected bitterness In his voice.
"Not so much that you have always
been friends with Dolly," said the oth
er. "You have really neglected her
since she came back here It was not
friendly at all and if you were just to
show that you had some slight Inter
est in ber for the sake of the old days
why, she used to think of you as a
kind of big brother, I have no doubt
and it might make her feel that she
wasn't quite alone "
The voice trailed off, haggard with
anxiety. The man at the desk sat still.
He was reading over, with frowning in
tentness, for the hundredth time, the
title of a legal document neatly in
dorsed on the back of it la his own un
shaken handwriting.
"You'll come up, won't you?" he
heard a voice Baying, after a long si
lence, and roused himself, and saw the
man without understanding.
"Let It go now," he gasped, waving
bis visitor away. "I will do what I can
yes surely never mind, right now,
Howard we'll talk of it again."
It was the edge of the night. The
gray dawn had slipped over the rim of
the world, and a colorless night was
about to come, pierced through with arc
lights like so many Aaming sword.
Davidson sat looking out at the nearest
one. white-faced, his lips colorless.
"Why shouldn't I go?" he asked him
self, clutching at his heart, where a
dull pain throbbed. "Why shouldn't I
go? See bow I am dragged and driven
to her why shouldn't I go, and let the
world go hand?"
His arms were on the desk, and he
dropped his face upon them, shaken by
the sobs which strike at a man's life.
"The fates have called me I will go
to her," he whispered.
Then, even In the moment of self
surrender, he saw the man without un
derstanding sitting there, and heard
him saying: "I love her too much I
am too deadly anxious "
The Aaming sword of the arc light
struck the desk, through the edge of
the night When the man lifted his
bead, after awhile, moving painfully.
like an old man. It was not difficult to
see enough to write a letter if it were
a short letter, life this:
"Standish, old man, I will follow this
in 24 hours as soon as I can pack up
end ship my few belongings. You are
right the far west Is the Aeld for a
man I will Join you out there and
start life over again."
He went out with the letter and
drooDed It Into the box at the corner.
Down the street, to the east, was her
home. He stood there a moment, look
lug down toward it
Then he went steadily back to the
office and begin to set his affairs In
order.
A HOUSE WITH THIRTY ROOMS.
This la What an American Millionaire
la Advertising for In England.
(London Cable) The Times of Fri
day contains the following advertise
ment:
"Wanted to purchase by a wealthy
American desirous of settling In this
country one of the stately KngllBb
homes. Would give a fancy price for
a really suitable place. Must con
tain no leas than 30 bedrooms, stab
ling for 20 horses, a finely timbered
park, and land to any extent. Good
shooting Indispensable. Must not be
more than two hours from London.
Address Millionaire, care," etc.
The well known Arm of auctioneers
whose address follows, says the would'
bo purchaser Is now in England and Is
thoroughly known to them. ' They
have strict Injunctions however, not
lo reveal his name until the purchase
is completed.
Thoughtful Heathen.
New York Weekly: Missionary
Why did you not bring your wife with
you to this country?
Ohlness Heathen -1 fialdee 1 die, then
Melican man mally she, and he bal
Italian, and make she do man's work
washee and sent Mice and cookee.
Would Do Their Beat.
Father Now, remembiV, I have for
bidden you to go out with young Tom
kins. Don't let me catch you together
again.
"No, papa; wa ll try not ta." Llfa
SPAIN NEAR A CRISIS
TRUE UNDERLYING CAUSES OF
REVOLUTIONARY FEELING
Workingmen Want a Government
That Will Bring them Prosper
ity and Reform at Home.
Madrid tetter: The tendency of all
Spanish speaking nations who throw
off the monarchlal yoke seems to be.
paradoxically enough, to establish an
inferior form of government
From all the present trend of things
here It looks today as if General Wey
ler would be more likely a year hence
to be swaying the destinies of the
Spanish republic that that Alfonso
XIII, the king of the ill-omened num
ber, would be sitting upon the throne
of Spain.
Itris an easy-inatter to- for.hailow
the kind of republic at the head of
which would be a man' like General
Weyler. The situation in Venezuela
today Is an apt suggestion of what that
in Spain would be with such a mili
tary dictator at iU head. This is not
intended to be in any way detractive of
Weyler's patriotism.
Much has been said against the pres
ent queen regent, but no matter what
she might do to try to popularise either
herself or the young king nothing
EARL CADOGAN, LORD
The threatened Fenian uprising in
from Rome, promisee to make things
have the Land League suppressed in
that threatened "Costls" coercion ia
ity. ;
could stem the revolutionary torrent
now running at high tide throughout
the country.
The claim Is made that Queen enna-
tlna prides herself upon not being a
Spaniard and upon the fact that neith
er Is her son one, that she avoids all
royal functions as far as possible, hates
the national sport, bull-Aghtlng, and
in no way allows the people even an
opportunity to like her, If they should
care to like a Bourbon.
Thev contrast her detrimentally with
Queen Amelia of Spain, woh loves a
bull-Aght as much as an American
woman does a Sherry luncheon and
who "adores" the populace.
The fact is that the Snanish people,
at least the masses of them, will pnr
Rlst in misunderstanding the queen re
gent That she is Austrian by nirtn is
true, that she Is anything but efferves
cent Is certain, but that she can be de
lightfully cordial I personally know, if
the truth ehall ever be written about
rwon Recent Christina, or rather If
historians ever discover her, she will
be found one of the most remarkable
characters of our day. At the time of
the death of her husband, Alphonso
VII, leaving her the regency or a realm
of ruins, no one dreamed tnat sne
would stay and attempt to steer the
ship of state through such a hopelessly
turmoiled sea. Kveryxning Hiiggemeu
iir nromnt exit and return to her na
tive country, where at least peace and
friendship awaited her. But sne am
not apparently select the path of roses
In preference to the path of thorns.
In this crisis a peculiar thing hap
pened. The king had left as issue only two
daughters, and the revolutionary par
ty, then, as now, was speaking very
strongly in favor of establishing a re
public. The Royalists, in order to prevent
this contingency brought forward Don
Carlos de Bourbon and offered him the
throne. Everything was prepared tor
the carrying out of this pact, when a
report fell like a bombshell In the
camps of both Bovolutlonallst s and
Royalists. The fact was given out that
the queen wan soon again to become a
mother.
Swords were sheathed' Instantly and
the most violent opponent of either
aide could do nothing but await the re
sult like a gentleman.
At hvt came the announcement that
a king had been born and the crown of
Don Carlos melted Into air.
The queen assumed the regency and
although she was not a Victoria it Is
a matter of history that where she has
her way In directing public affairs It
has generaly been better for Spain. She
certainly steered the country out of Its
difficulties to a position of comparative
prosperity, for Just prior to the out
break of the Cuban war I was greatly
surprised to find Spain the rich and
prosperous country that it was during
the course of a tour made through the
entire peninsula.
Then enme the Cuban vn' nd with
It the endless train of trouble which
resulted In the Inst vestige of Spain's
empire In the Western tieniiiiplietv, a
hemisphere which she had discovered
and half populated, being torn from
h"r . ...
All of this was. of course, not the
fault of Oueen Christina, although
many of the blatant fools who know
no better blnmed her for It
But, It was not Queen Chris
tina who was responsible for rotten
Ironclads or empty arsenals when the
worst situation of all faced Spain.
Thin was tlw attitude of the United
Btates toward her. caused by the con
tinual atrire In Cuba.
It name to a question of mooting .one
of two evils. Spain must acknowledge
herself beaten by Cuba or save her
pride by Aghting the United Statin-
We all know that she preferwi th
latter. That ber rotten bulks ai an
tiquated batteries made the bmves
pretense at defense polbl and that
as a result Sain ceased to be a world
power. All this brings us to the present
crisis by a rather circumlocutory
method, but by one which cannot ba
avoided by those who would waUA tna
Bourbon dynasty In Spain, now per
haps tottering toward its final collapne.
through the fateful experience! of It
last decade.
The fault is not with th Quean Re
gent, or with the unfortunate littla
monarch whose worst fault, it la claim
ed, is that he has been reared contrary
to Spanish traditions. The downfall
of Spain has been due to a certain
portion of her aristocratic or privileged
class, a selAsh, arrogant, contemptibla
set, who have replenished their own
dwindling, riches out cf the puWla
treasury and as much or more to tha
turpitude of a servile, suborned preas.
The workingman knowa h haa no
longer any national glory to pay and
suffer for. The glory of Spain haa
flown and he knows it, so he turns to
something real. He finds that Umea
are hard and therefore he wants to
change the management and substitnta
a more up-to-date system. The stream
of gold from the West stopped long ago,
but the illusion of it remained waSi
LIEUTENANT OF IRELAND
Ireland, foreshadowed in the eaMee
lively far the earl, who wianae to
certain districts. It la Muowed
responsible for alleged Fenian aettw-
yesterday. Now the enchanter's wand.
Is broken, and Is there any wonder
that the Calabran or Catalonian peas
ant refuses to pay hie octrio or that
the Barcelona workman wants Irving
wages?
There has always been a strong dem
ocratic vein in the make-up of the
Spanish peasant. He Is unlettered and
tii at makes him harder to deal with
when his worst passions are roused.
He understands that the professional
politicians never go hungry and haa a .
shrewd guess at the reason why. In
pulling down the monarchical aystent
he sees no use of substituting erne la
which the professional politician will1
etlli play the same role. Hence he
would prefer, If possible, to hare the
socialistic rule follow the dynastic.
The rank and Ale of the people know
little of politics and of that fact Wey
ler and others are well aware and also
that naturally a dictator will be the
first neoessity called Into existence by
any great political and social up
heaval. From present appearances ft wonld
appear that the crisis cannot long bei
delayed and those who desire the best
of things for Spain wish that It would
happen and be over. With a eettled
and satisfactory government the Gar
den of Europe Is still capable of main
taining a large and prosperous popula-i
tlon and may long continue to be, aa;
It long has been, a home o art and eul-
ture and a center of large production!
and trade. BERYL GOUOH.
COULDN'T HAVE THE GIRL.
Her Father an Expert on Husband
ing of Energy.
Chicago Record - Herald: "Not
much," said the self-made Mr. Spnd
dington; "you can't have her!"
He brought his fist down hard upon
his desk as he said these cruel words,
and Alfred le Barron Crosby staggered
back like one who looks at the tape
Just after he has Invested his first M0
on a tip for a sure rise In C, A. and
G. He had hoped fondly boned that
his well-known habits of sobriety and
the highly moral life he had aways led
would have served to win for him the
favor of the sturdy old captain of In
dustry whom he now faced. He had,
gone into John II. Spuddlngton's pri
vate oAice feeling that he was about to,
carry out a mere formality. He could
not have been more surprised or pained
therefore, if, instead of saying a word
In reply, the old man had dashed a
bucket of cold water over him. When
he could speak the astonished lover
p.aiil:
"Bu-but. Mr. Spuddlngton, I hope
you know that I have always been cir
cumspect in my habits."
'If circumspect means 0. K." the
beautiful girl's father answered, "I
know It."
'Permit me, sir. to draw your atten
tion to the fact I may say the impor
tant fact that I was third In my class
ai college.'
"That's oil right I suppose, as far,
as it goes.
"I came of a proud old family. Mr.
Spuddlngton. I can trace my ancestry
bRck to"
"Anybody that waste's time tracln'
his ancestry back these days can't halt
ahead very far. This Is no tlmf for;
going back unless there's money In lt,i
and there's another thing I'll tell yoti.
That letter you wrote yesterday yln''
you was comln' to see me at Chicago,!
Illinois. Any fool that waste'a Una
wrltln' out Illinois when It woald g
Just as well If he made an I and a JetM
ain't the boy for my girl. OR aU
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