TOO MUCH GRANDFATHER
By H. J. MORAN
(Copyright, 1902. by Dally Story Pub Co )
The floor was littered with manu
script. as Is usual In a newspaper of
fice. The dark pigeon-holes were filled
with selections put away with a pur
pose. but as soon forgotten. Other
selections had been added, until it
would have defied the search of the
most Ingenious, and yet at times the
editor might take out one at random,
to find himself musing with the memo
ries of years.
Thus I carelessly reached for a stiff
and moldy clipping which had been
disturbed by a violent search for
something placed there. Catching a
word or two from the mutilated end
I pulled it forth ana found myself
reading the death notice of an old and
valued friend—Captain Randall Fon
da, who had won his title in the Brit
ish service, and whose stories of cam
paigns in India had whiled away
many a weary hour. The captain bad
fallen heir to a small fortune left by
an aunt in the town in which I lived,
which decided him to settle there, and
for the purpose of keeping up his in
terest in public affairs he became a
frequent contributor to the pages of
the Auraria Gazette.
Coming in one night rather late,
somewhat more serious than usual.
Captain Fonda pulled up a chair and
whispered:
“I am going to get married!
“Congratulations! ”
“Yes, to a daughter of one of the
oldest families hereabout. Her
mother wants the engagement an
nounced, and she has written it out
In this form.”
Here he took from his vest pocket
a memorandum book, from between
the leaves of which he drew a sheet
of note paper, upon which was writ
ten:
“Mrs. Lucinda MacOwen announces
the betrothal of her daughter, Miss
Hortense Marie MacOwen, to Captain
Randall B'onda, the marriage to take
place in the early fall."
“The lady,” continued Captain Fon
da, “also asked me to give you this
paper, which she thought would save
you the trouble of writing an edito
rial notice.”
The paper read:
“We must congratulate our newly
acquired citizen, Captain Randall B'on
da, upon his conquest of the heart of
so amiable a lady as Miss MacOwen.
She is the daughter of Mrs. Lucinda
MacOwen, and granddaughter of the
late Colonel Henry G. De Long, who
was one of McGinville’s most promi
nent, influential and wealthy citizens.”
The captain then retired, and be
came thereafter the bearer of a re
markable series of announcements,
leading up to the wedding day. B'irst
came a notice stating that “Society
was taking great interest in the an
nounced betrothal of Colonel B'onda
and Miss MacOwen, the lady being
well known as the granddaughter of
the late Colonel G. De Long, who was
one of McGinville’s most prominent,
influential and wealthy citizens.”
Then there was the announcement of
visits from numerous young ladies,
who had come to congratulate the
bride-expectant, “who was the grand
daughter of one of McGinville’s most
prominent,” etc. Finally, after a mul
titude of receptions came the formal
declaration:
“The marriage of Miss Hortense
Marie MacOwen and Captain Fonda
will take place at high noon, October
12. Miss MacOwen is the granddaugh
ter of the late Colonel Henry Q. De
Long, who was one of McGinville’s
most prominent. Influential and
wealthy citizens.”
When the foreman received thi3 no
tice he asked:
“Why can’t we keep this paragraph
sUmding? The old grandfather seems
to be destined to play his part all the
way through, and we might as well
make some ‘fat’ out of it?”
He was a rude sort of fellow, with
whose coarse wit I could have no
sympathy, especially when a friend
was concerned as groom.
On the day preceding the wedding
the notice was repeated, grandfather
“I am going to get married!”
paragraph and all. Strangely enough
the officiating minister omitted the
name of the old gentleman in his per
formance of the ceremony, but the
Auraria Gazette next morning gave a
prominent place to this notice:
‘ Married, at the Church of St. Chry
sostom . Captain Randall Fonda and
Miss Hortense Marie MacOwen. The
bride is the granddaughter of the late
Colonel Henry G. De Long, who was
one of McGinville's most prominent,
influential and wealthy citizens. The
couple will spend the honeymoon at
eastern resorts.”
Tha Auraria Gazette v as by no
means relieved from its work of res
V
| urrectlon on behalf of Colonel Henry
G. De Long. His was an influence
that could not be repressed. The local
agency presided over by the mother
in-law kept the public fully informed
as to the movements of the captain
and his wife, each time identifying the
latter as "the granddaughter of the
late Colonel Henry G. De Long,” etc.,
etc.” One day the mother-in-law
called at the office and demanded a
personal interview with the editor-in
chief, as she only dealt with the heads
of houses when she went out. To him
she confided this:
“The citizens of Auraria remember
with pleasure the marriage of Captain
Randall Fonda and Miss Hortense
Marie MacOwen. As the granddaugh
ter of the late Colonel Henry G. De
Long, one of McGinville's most promi
nent, influential and wealthy citizens,
the bride will be welcomed into our
A marriage announcement attracted
my attention.
most select society upon her return."
"Front page position, madame,"
said the editor, "1 shall see personally
that it gets there.”
The couple had to return, select a
house, hold a reception, and in other
ways keep before the public. There
was no escaping the death grip of the
old grandfather in each case, and
it was not long until every reader
took it for granted that the Colonel
Henry G. De Long was to be found
somewhere whenever Captain and Mrs.
Fonda were mentioned.
The captain was proud and buoy
ant for a few days, then he began to
walk with slower tread, and the cor
dial smile had left his face.
"No,” he would say, "there is noth
ing the matter with me—only a little
touch of the Ganges fever. It will
soon be over.”
Calling into the office one night,
later than usual, he was taciturn and
uneasy.
“A word with you,” said he, “to be
held secret. I know who Colonel
Henry G. De Long was, but for the
life of me I have never been able to
locate the whereabouts of the late Mr.
MacOwen. Heaven only knows how
I can repress my curiosity!"
Winter melted into spring, and sum
mer came, giving way to autumn. As
the sere leaves were falling into a
new-made grave the remains of Cap
tain Fonda were deposited therein.
He had died without having his cu
riosity enlightened. The Auraria Ga
zette next day printed a notice, the
manuscript of which was in the same
old handwriting:
"The death of the late Captain
Randall Fonda came as a great blow
to his bereaved wife. Mrs. Fonda, as
the granddaughter of the late Colonel
Henry G. De Long, one of McGlnville s
most prominent, influential and
wealthy citizens, has received the deep
sympathy of those who have had the
I pleasure of knowing her during her
I brief married life.”
m « •
The years have come and gone, and
silver threads have invaded raven
hair. This old message from twenty
years ago rests uneasily upon my
mind, and in the effort to throw it ofT,
the clipping is dropped upon the floor,
and I pick up the McGinville Banner,
just received by midnight mail. Eager
ly tearing the wrapper I turn to the
social column, where a marriage an
nouncement attracted my attention.
Mrs. Ealoner Finchman announces the
engagement of her daughter, Miss
Frances Agnes, to Henry Arthur
Mountserrat. The notice goes on:
“This marriage will be a notable af
fair, because of the great social prom
inence of the bride, who is the grand
daughter of the late Colonel Henry G.
De Long, one of McGinville’s most
prominent, influential and wealthy cit
izens.’’
The paper had dropped from my
hand. The last street car for the sub
urbs was sounding the gong, and 1
hastened to leave my ghostly company
behind.
There was too much grandfather.
Statues of Three Famous Men.
Statues to the memories of De Witt
Clinton, Alexander Hamilton and John
Jay will be erected in the New York
Chamber of Commerce, adorning its
new home in Liberty street. The three
dead men were associated with the
early history of the chamber, and the
three living men to perpetuate their
names and looks are Morris K. Jesup,
John 6. Kennedy and William F.
Dodge, present members, who defray
the expenses. The cost of each statue
is estimated at about $12,000, and the
sculptors doing the work are Daniel i
French and Philip Martiny.
UNIQUE AND VALUABLE PIPE.
Made From Root of Historic Tree, ana
Wonderfully Carved.
M. N. Silver of Philadelphia !« the
proud possessor what is considered
the most unique pipe in existence. Ob
viously it is the most remarkable for
the workmanship and skill which
were displayed in carving it.
In 1861, almost fifty years ago, j.
Stone of Trappe, Chester county,
which is near Washington's headquar
ter's at Valley Forge came across a
wonderfully shaped piece of wood.
It was about six feet long and was a
root from one of the historic trees of
Valley Forge. The root took his fancy
and an idea entered his mind that it
would make a valuable historical relic
if placed in a carver's hands and carv
ed as he directed. But be never car
ried out his intentions and eventually
the historic root came into the hands
of Mr. Silver, who had his own ideas
regarding carving. As a result it wras
made into a bunch of pipes and cigar
holders, many in one, although he
tails it a pipe.
The work on this pipe took 1,234
hours, and if reckoned at twenty
cents per hour, the pipe cost him
about $300, not considering what was
paid for it in the original transaction.
Mr. Silver has had many offers for
the pipe, but has declined them all,
the largest amount offered being $500.
He expects to place it in the Carnegie
museum at Pittsburg, if the negotia
tions which are going on turn out
right.
The exterior of the pipe is carved
out in many faces of grotesque expres
sions, which give it a very odd ap
pearance. It has quite a number of
largo trap doors, from which when
opened, figures made of wood spring
out. It has many receptacles for hold
ing tobacco, and quite a number of
men can smoke at the same time, for
the interior is composed of a laby
rinth of small pipes and tubes. The
smoke is pleasant by the time it
reaches the mouth, says the Philadel
phia Inquirer, losing the hot, burning
sensation, and at the same time de
positing the nicotine inside the pipe.
WAS IT A NEW EXPERIENCE?
Tale of a Strange Happening to Party
of Literary Men.
Sir Wemyss Reid’s new biography
on William Black, the novelist, recalls
an amusing story of Black's visit to
America which has never before ap
peared in print, it concerns Mr.
Black and three literary men, who,
as they are still living, we shall desig
nate as Messrs. A., B. and C. It seems
that Black and this interesting trio
were having a quiet afternoon at
poker, into the mysteries of which
Black desired to be initiated. An ac
companiment to the game, merely for
purposes of accuracy in local color,
was a bottle of fine old whisky, which
Black had provided, with pride In its
high merit. This bottle now becomes
at once the hero and villian of the
story; for it was so old, and had so
long been undisturbed that the fusel
oil had collected at the top in deadly
strength. All of the party drank
lightly, but the consequences were
so unfortunate that one of the liter
ary gentlemen retired and went to
bed, and another, a very abstemious
man, ascended the staircase of his
own home on his hands and knees,
and when his astounded wife inquired
what was the matter, amiably replied,
'‘M’dear, I wish they wouldn’t take tho
banisters off the stairs. Why do they
do it, m’dear?” When the four friends
met later and compared notes, their
experiences were found to be singu
larly alike, and, the trouble being ex
plained, Black laughingly apologized
for his unintentionally dangerous hos
pitality.
Angels Were Moulting.
The late Rev. Charles Ward, at
one time pastor of Saint Stephen’s P.
E. Church, Philadelphia, was once
called to a parish at Plainfield, N. J„
where, after organizing his Sunday
school, he invited the rector emeritus
of the church to address the pupils.
The old gentleman came, and after a
fatherly talk to the children, said:
"Now, little friends, if any of you
would like to ask any questions about
the Scriptures I will be pleased to
answer them.”
Up went the hand of a wee miss of
six, who asked:
"If the angels had wings, why did
they walk up and down Jacob’s lad
der?”
This was a puzzler, but he extricat
ed himself very cleverly by remark
ing:
"Now, perhaps some other little
boy or girl has thought over that mat
ter, and can give an answer.”
"Up went the hand of a little urchin
of seven, whose father was a bird
fancier.
“Well, sonny, why was it?”
"’Cause they was a-moulting,” re
plied the boy.
One Thing He Didn't Know.
A story picked up in the south i»
told by a member of the New York
bar who recently returned from a vis
it to that region. There was, in a
small Georgia town, a Judge Smith,
who never could learn anything from
anyone else. ”1 was sitting on the
tavern porch,” to let the lawyer tell
his own story, "when a citizen who
was apparently brighter than ho
looked, came up to the landlord and
said, ‘See here, Jim, have any two
men in this town a right to know all
there is to be know-n?’ ‘Why do you
ask?’ said the landlord.
“ ‘Well,’ was the answer, ‘there Is
that Judge Smith. He knows every
thing there is to be known except
that he’g a - fool—and I know
that.’ ”
A WAV BOLD.
By ST. GEORGE RATH BORNE,
Author of "LUUt Mitt Militant," " Tht Sptder't
Wot/,’’ ' Ur. Jack t Widow'," "Mitt (dprict," tic
Oust light. 1M1. Street and SmiUi. New York*
CBAI’TKK X.—(Continued.)
Charlie did not spare himself one
iota.
He had recovered his senses just as
th< baron, v/ho had been engaged look
ing after the security of the fair cap
tit e. entered the prison.
The baron stormed and raved more
or less when he discovered how they
had been taken in so neatly by this
ex sailor, whom he looked upon as a
bungler.
Charlie begged the baron to trouble
himself no longer about Capt. Brand,
since Arline was doubtless by this
time safe on board the steamer.
“Very good,” was the baron's reply,
with a sigh of relief, for he seemed to
be overburdened of lato with official
cares, or something that pressed upon
his mind; “but if you hope to get
aboard before the steamer leaves you
must hurry, for there is just a scant
half hour.
Charlie called for a cab and said
good-by to his friend, the baron. He
would always have a lingering sus
picion Peterhoff was glad to get rid
of him, as though he thought Charlie
and his affairs took up too much of
his precious time, which should be de
voted to matters of more serious con
sequence.
He managed to get aboard just as
the order to draw in the last gang
plank was given. This sailing at night
was something quite out of the usual
run, but there was a special reason
for it, quite satisfactory to the officials
of the line, and all Intended passen
gers had been warned to be on board
in time.
It. happened that Charlie discovered
Capt. Brand in the smoking saloon In
time to keep beyond the range of nis
vision.
To Charlie’s astonishment, when
Brand took a notion to retire, he blun
dered into the wrong stateroom, which
chanced to be the one that had been
assigned to Stuart.
This might have been deep design;
but, after carefully considering it from
all sides, Charlie felt disposed to call
it an accident.
He found rest in another room
which the steward opened for him.
And now here they were, with an
elephant on their hands, so to speak,
bound to come into daily and hourly
contact with the strange man whom
they strongly mispected, and with good
reason, of being a most stupendous
fraud.
CHAPTER XF.
Off Fire Island Light.
Charlie had written from Antwerp
to certain quarters in London, from
which he might expect to receive posi
tive information regarding Captain
Brand.
He had done this to satisfy Arline.
So far as he himself was concerned
his mind was already made up most
positively.
If Brand was surprised to see Char
lie on board, he gave no evidence of
it.
He concocted some affecting story,
which he spun in Arllne's ears, and
with such success that he actually
gained a little of his former ascen
dency in her mind, since she was
haunted by doubts wnich it seemed
impossible to dispel.
Artemus amused himself studying
the old mariner. He even played a
few games with him in the smoking
room, where men of all degrees are
socially inclined.
Captain Brand was the same as of
yore.
The tales he spun of his wonderful
adventures in the African deserts
were weird enough to take one's
breath away.
Artemus listened, almost charmed;
and his interest grew apace until one
day it struck him that the personal
adventures which the captain so mod
estly ascribed to himself had a some
what musty flavor, as became ancient
chestnuts.
This aroused suspicion.
Artemus set about an investigation.
Lo and behold, upon secretly looking
into the captain's stateroom, while
;he gentleman was holding forth among
his cronies above, Artemus discovered
a well-thumbed volume of "Adventures
and Explorations in the Dark Contin
ent.”
The captain’s secret was out.
For once he had carelessly omitted
to keep the source of his knowledge
under lock and key.
Artemus borrowed the volume -md
took copious notes, intending to have
a little fun a>. Brand's expense from
time to time.
He took occasion to relate all this
to Charlie, who, in turn, told Cady Ar
line.
Strange that even this new and
blackening evidence could not wholly
convince her. Filial love must have
had a strong hold indeed upon the ten
der heart of this girl who had from
childhood known so little of parental
affection.
She even Invented excuses for him
—a desire to see in print the map of
the country where he had so long been
a prisoner, and to have his recollec
tion of names revived.
The voyage was on the whole, a
stormy one, but to Charlie it ended all
too soon.
As they neared the shores of Amer
ica the old captain seemed to lose a
goodly portion of his loquacity, and be
came unusually reserved.
Artemus flattered himself that he
was the main cause of this collapse
but Charlie wan rather Inclined to be
lieve Capt. Brand had started In to
work up some new scheme looking
to the acquisition and sequestration of
his daughter's gold.
Charlie hoped to discover how this
fellow—whom he believed he had
known as Capt. Kledge, and Artemus
pretended was a third-rate actor
named Frederick Davenport Macauley
—had ever come into possession of the
facts connected with Capt. Brand of
the lost 9hip Hospasia.
The fog hung about them exasperat
lngly, and the monotonous hoarse
throated whistle kept up its warning
notes until they were close to Fire Is
land Light, when suddenly the vapor
gave way and the shore of Long Island
appeared in view, already showing the
first signs of spring.
Charlie had perfected w’hat few ar
rangements remained. They would all
go direct to the old Windsor, and there
await the coming of Aleck, when an
interview between him and Arlino
must result in happiness all around.
It seemed simple enough, yet none
of them for an instant suspected what
tremendous things awaited them in
this magnificent capital of the New
World, or the forces which might yet
be arrayed against them through the
energy and scheming of the man who
would not accept defeat.
Here, then, the last dramatic scene
was to be placed. Here Charlie was
to win his bride, or lose her forever—•
in this city of restless energy, of won
derful buildings and unequaled magni
ficence, Charlie and hlB enemy would
come face to face for the last time.
Heaven be on the side of the right
and strengthen the arm of this war
rior bold who dared all in defense of
what was innocent and true.
Capt. Brand had almost reached the
end of his rope, and would doubtless
husband the remainder of his re
sources for one last desperate, mas
terful stroke by which he would win
or lose all.
As usual, there was the customs
trial to be passed through, but when
the gantlet had been successfully run
they were free.
The great and wonderful city
stretched before them.
To Arline it was all new, and the
sights that were strange to her eyes
she found to be numerous, from the
lofty buildings to the electric cars that
dashed along at an apparently reckless
speed.
Capt. Brand accepted everything
philosophically.
He had seen the world; his check
ered career had embraced every
clime, and the startling events that
had fallen to his share would have laid
the foundation for a very fair second
edition of Munchausen or the Arabian
Nights.
Arline was deeply concerned about
wayward Aleck, whom she had not
seen in so long a time.
His whole future was at stake.
If she missed him now, all might be
lost.
Yes, this had been wearing upon her
mind so long now that it affected her
nerves. There may have been some
thing more, which neither of them bus
pected—a premonition of the startling
events destined to take place in their
experience; for some minds seem
gifted with an almost supernatural
power to anticipate coming changes,
even as the mercury in the ba
rometer's tube indicates a change in
the weather hours before it occurs.
Taking a carriage, they were all
speedily located at the reliable old
Windsor.
Upon inquiry Charlie learned that
some one had called for him only the
day before, and he was constrained to
believe it must be the young fellow
who had been his companion in the
Antwerp jail, and whose escape had
rivaled that of Monte Cristo.
This was good news.
He had left word he would call
again, so that all they had to do was
to leave a message for him at the
desk, and await developments.
Arline was not recovered from the
effect of the voyage; at least, she was
in no humor for sight-seeing until this
long-anticipated interview with her
half-brother were over.
So she kept her room much of the
time.
When the so-called Capt. Brand set
foot again in New York, he faced new
dangers.
There were those upon the Rialto,
actors of greater or lesser degree, who
must have had dealings with Freder
ick Davenport Macauley during the
palmy days of yore, when he played
his little part in the drama, and man
fully plod his way, footsore and weary,
over the railway ties back to New
York after an unsuccessful tour of the
provinces.
Some of these worthies could be de
pended on to recognize their old com
rade of those halcyon days, despite the
radical change prosperity might have
made in his personal appearance aud
bearing.
Thus evening found them.
Charlie had the pleasure of dining
with Lady Arline.
He exerted himself to cheer her up.
Several times she seemed to tem
porarily throw off the strange stupor
that had settled upon her spirits, and
for a short period appeared to be her
old self, when, by degrees, the melan
choly crept back again.
"To-morrow,” said Charlie, when she
was leaving him to go to her rooms,
"I hope we will have Aleck hero with
us, and then all must be well. You
can dismiss doubts and fears, to be
happy once more."
"You will forgive my foolish fancies.
You are always so cheerful and kind,”
she murmured, while he was holding
and ardently squeezing her hand, per
haps quite unconsciously.
"Until to-morrow, then.”
"Shall I see you at breakfast?” he
asked, eagerly.
"If I am feeling quite will; surely at
dinner.”
He was forced to be content.
So he watched her, his soul 1b hi*
eyas, as she walked to the elevator.
Was there ever a more queenly girl
than Lady Arllne; one with a greats
share of beauty concents^**! In fao*
figure and mind?
Ere the elevator car shot toward the
upper realms she waved her hand to
him and gave him a ravishing smile.
And that Bmlle haunted him a long
time, for It was the last time he was
fated to look upon her face until—
destiny had been utterly fulfilled, the
drama carried to its concluding scene,
most terrible of all.
Sauntering Into the rotunda of the
hotel Charlie lighted a weed and then
began to remember there were others
in the world besides himself and Ar
llne Brand.
Where was Artemus for Instance?
And Capt. Brand? Who had now
been ashore long enough to get his
bearings and figure on some desperate
move.
Perhaps It would be best, as his
good sense suggested, to seek assis
tance in outwitting the great schemer.
Clever minds could be controlled for
money, detectives who were able to
cope with even such a remarkable
scoundrel as ho conceived this man to
be, and who would speedily put him on
his back In the first round.
And yet the wretched result of his
arrangement with the great Baron
Peterhoff aroused serious doubts In his
mind. If the fascinating presence of
a woman could so upset a sagacious
master of finesse and diplomacy, who
could he trusted?
There was apparently time.
Brand would hardly get his columns
in motion under a day or two.
Charlie could be governed by cir
cumstances and the trend of events.
Besides, there was Artemus, whose
wits were of the brightest, and who
might be depended on, to accomplish
more than a little, looking toward the
exposure of the great fraud.
These soothing reflections came in
some degree through the influence of
the magic weed, for to Its devoted
votaries tobacco seems to be an In
cense which creates optimists where
only pessimism had previously
reigned.
And of course our Charlie contem
plated with more or less complacency
the high degree of happiness that
would be his portion when the blessed
time arrived for him to claim Arllne
Brand as his own darling wife, with
no one, not even a haunting memory
of the buried past, to say him nay.
He had figured it all out, and de
cided that he would make full and free
confession regarding his one forlorn
experience In Cupid’s realms.
No doubt unarne toon considerable
pleasure in speculating upon the var
ious ways in which he might bring
these important matters to a focus,
but never once did he dream of the
wonderful and fearful event by means
of which the desired end would be
swiftly attained.
Again and again he looked toward
the Fifth avenue entrance as the door
swung behind new comers, but Arte
mus remained only conspicuous by his
absence.
Could anything have happened;
would the bold and reckless Capt.
Brand begin operations by lopping off
the limbs of the tree he meant to
fell?
It made him deucedly uncomfortable
to even consider euch a calamity**-™
Surely some tremendous catastrophe
was brooding over himself and his for
tunes, or could it be he was partaking
of Arlines’ slow spirits?
Was his cigar to blame? Ah! a
change was on the tapis, for there
came Artemus bustling in from the
outside night air.
(To be continued.)
HAS NOVEL TEST OF DEATH.
Device of a French Physician Seems
to Leave All Doubt Behind.
Horror ot being buried alive is com
mon to the whole human race, and
from time Immemorial experiments
have been in progress with the view
of making such a terrible fate im
possible. Some physicians maintain
that satisfactory tests can also be
made by the use of the Roentgen rays,
but it is not everyone who has the
facilities for making such tests, where
as anyone can make a test on the plan
devised by Dr. Icard, a physician of
Marseilles, France. The doctor uses
fluorescin, the well-known coloring
material, and his experiments have
proved so successful that they have
won for him the approval of the
French Academy of Sciences. Flu
orescin injected into the human body,
produces absolutely no effect if the
body is dead, whereas it produces
most surprising effect if the body Is
alive. Dr. Icard uses a solution of it
which is so strong that a single
gramme is able to color 40,000 quarts
of water.
If a little of this solution is inject
ed under the skin of a living person in
two minutes the skin and especially
the mucous membranes, will become
much discolored, and the person Kill
present the appearance of one suffer
ing from an acute attack or jaundice.
Moreover, the eyes will become of a
greenish color and the pupils will al
most become invisible. These symp
toms will remain for one or possibly
two hours and then will gradually dis
appear. Since fluorescin produces this
effect on a living body it naturally fol
lows, according to Dr. Icard, that any
body on which it produces no effect
must be dead.
We must be as careful to Keep
friends as to make them. The affec
tions should not bo mere "tents of
a night” Friendship gives no privi
lege to make ourselvon disagreeable.
—Lord Avebury.
