THE MAID sf MAIDEN LANE
Sequel to “ The Bo’.v of Oronge Ribbon.’*
A LOVE STORY BY AMELIA E. BARR
(Copyright, 1000, by Amelia E. Barr)
CHAPTER I.
The Home of Cornelia Moran.
Never, in all its history, was the
proud and opulent city of New York
more glad and gay than in the bright
spring days of Seventeen-Hundred
and-Ninety-One. It had put out of
sight every trace of British rule and
occupancy, all its homes had been re
stored and re-furnished, and its sacred
places re-consecrated and adorned.
The skies of Italy were not bluer than
the skies above it; the sunshine ot
Arcadia not brighter or more genial.
These gracious days of Seventeen
Hundred-and-Ninety-Ono were also
the early days of the French revolu
tion, and fugitives from the French
court—princes and nobles, statesmen
and generals, sufficient for a new Iliad,
loitered about the pleasant places of
Broadway and Wall street. Broad
street, and Maiden Lane. They were
received with courtesy, and even with
hospitality, although America at that
date almost universally sympathized
with the French Republicans, whom
they believed to be the pioneers of po
litical freedom on the aged side of the
Atlantic. Love for France, hatred for
England, was the spirit of the age;
it effected the trend of commerce. It
dominated politics, it was tke keynote
of conversation waerever men and
women congregated.
Yet the most pronounced public
feeling always carries with it a note
of dissent, and it was just at this day
that dissenting opinion began to make
as for Rem, he was ncx made In a
day. God is good, who gives us boys
and girls to sit so near our hearts!"
"And such a fair, free city for a
home!" said Van Heemkirk as he
looked up and down the sunshiny
street. “New York is not perfect, but
we love her. Right or wrong, we love
her; just as we love our moder, and
our little children."
“That, also, Is what the Domino
says," answered Van Ariens; “and yet,
he likes not that New York favors the
Drench so much.”
"He is a good man. With you, last
night, was a little maid—a great beau
ty I thought her—but I knew her not.
Is she then a stranger?”
"A stranger! Come, come! The lit
tle one is a very child of New York.
She is the daughter of Dr. Moran—
Dr. John, as we all call him.”
"Well, look now, I thought in her
face there was something that went
to my heart and memory.”
"And yet. in one way. she is a
stranger. Such a little one she was,
when the coming of the English sent
the family apart and away. To the
army went the Doctor, and there he
stayed, till the war was over. Mrs.
Moran took her child, and went to her
father’s homo in Philadelphia. It was
only last month she came back to
new York. But look, now! It is the
little maid herself, t.iat is coming
down the street.”
"And it is my grandson who is at
her side. The rascal! He ought now
to be reading his law books in Mr.
Wtth Respectful Eagerness He Talked to Her.
itself heard. The horrors of Avignon,
and of Paris, the brutality with which
the royal family had been treated, and
the abolition of all religious ties and
duties, bad many and bitter oppo
nents,
In those days of wonderful hopes
and fears there was, in Maiden Lane
a very handsome residence—an old
house even in the days of Washing
ton, for Peter Van Clyffe had built it
early in the century as a bridal pres
ent to his daughter when she married
Philip Moran, a lawyer who grew to
eminence among colonial judges.
One afternoon in April, 1791, two
men were standing talking opposite
to the entrance gates of the pleasant
place. They were Capt. Jorls Van
Heemskirk, a member of the Congress
then sitting in Federal Hall. Broad
street, and Jacobus Van Ariens, a
wealthy citizen, and a deacon in the
Dutch church. Van Heemskirk be
lieved In France; the tragedies she
had been enacting in the holy name of
liberty, though they had saddened,
had, hitherto, not discouraged him.
But the news received that morning
had almost killed his hopes for the
spread of republican ideas in Europe.
"Van Ariens,” he said warmly, "this
treatment of King Louis and his fam
ily is hardly to be believed. It is too
much, and too far. After this, no one
can foresee what may happen in
France."
“That is the truth, my friend,” an
swered VanAriens. "The French have
gone mad. We won our freedom with
out massacres.”
“We had Washington and Franklin,
and other good and wise leaders who
■feared God and loved men.”
"So I said to the Count de Moustier
but one hour ago. Yet if we were
prudent and merciful it was because
we are religious. When men are ir
religious. the Lord forsakes them; I
and if bloodshed and bankruptcy fol
low it is not to be wondered at. 1 am
but a tanner and currier, as you know,
but I have had experiences; and I do
not believe in the future of a people
who are without a God and without a
religion.”
“Well, so It is, Vr.n Ariens. I wi'il
now be silent, and wait for the echo;
but I fear that God has not yet said>
‘Let there be peace.’ I saw you last
night at Mr. Hamilton’s with your son
and daughter. You made a noble en
trance.”
“Well, then, the truth Is the truth.
Mr Arenta is worth looking at; and
Hamilton's office.”
“Wo also have been young, Van
Heemskirk.”
“I forget cot, my friend. My Jorls
sees not me, and I will net see him.”
Then the two old men were silent,
but their eyes were fixed on the youth
and maiden, who were slowly advanc
ing toward them.
She might have Ftepped out of fhe
folded leaves of a rosebud, so lovely
was her face, framed in its dark curls.
Her dress was of some soft, green ma
terial; and she carried in her hand a
bunch of daffodils. She was small,
but exquisitely formed, and she
walked with fearlessness and dlstinc
11UI1.
Of all this charming womanhood the
young man at her side was profoundly
conscious. A tail, sunbrowned, mili
tary-looking young man, as handsome
as a Greek god. Ho was also very
finely dressed, in the best and highest
mode; and he wore his sword as if it
were a part of himself. Indeed, ail
his movements were full of confidence
and ease; and yet it was the vivacity,
vitality, and ready response of his
face that was most attractive.
His wonderful eyes were bent upon
the maid at his side; he saw no other
earthly thing. With a respectful eag
erness, full of admiration, he talked
to her; and she answered his words—
whatever they were—with a smile
that might have moved mountains.
They passed the two old men without
any consciousness of their presence,
and Van Heemskirk smiled, and then
sighed, and then said softly—
"So much youth, and beauty, and
happiness! It is a benediction to have
seen it! I shall not reprove Joris at
this time. But now I must go back
to Federal Hall.”
.When their eyes turned to the
Moran house the vision of youth and
beauty had dissolved. Van Heems
kirk’s grandson, Lieut. Hyde, was
hastening towards Broadway; and the
lovely Cornelia Moran was sauntering
up the garden of her homo, stooping
occasionally to examine the pearl
powdered auriculas or to twine around
its support some vine, straggling out
of its proper place.
Then Van Ariens hurried down to
his tanning pits in the swamp; and
Van Heemskirk went thoughtfully to
Broad street. When he reached Fed
eral Hall, he stood a miuute in the
doorway; and with inspired eyes
looked at the splendid, moving pic
ture; then he walked proudly toward
the Hall of Representatives, saying to
himself, with silent exulta'ion as h«
went:
“The Seat of Government! Let who
will, have it; New York is the Crowu
i ing City. Her merchants shall be
! princes, her traffickers the honorable
of the earth; the harvest of her rivers
shall be her royal revenue, and the
marts of all nations shall be in her
streets."
CHAPTER II.
This Is the Way of Love.
Cornelia lingered in the garden, be
cause she had suddenly, and as yet un
consciously, entered into that tender
mystery, so common and so sovereign,
which we call Jx>ve. In Hyde's pres
ence she had been suffused with a
bewildering, profound emotion, which
had fallen on her as the gentle showers
fall, to make the flowers of spring.
This handsome youth, whom she had
only seen twice, and in the most for
mal manner, affected her as no other
mortal ever done. She was a little
afraid.
"I have met him but twice,’’ she
thought; “and it is as if I had a new,
strange, exquisite life. Ought I tell
my mother? Hut how can 1? 1 have
no words to explain—1 do not tinder
stand—Alas! If I should be growing
wicked!”
The thought made her start; she
hastened her steps towards the largo
entrance door, and as she approached
it a negro In a fine livery of blue and
white threw the door wide open for
her. She turned quickly out of tha
hall. Into a parlor full of sunshine.
A lady sat there hemstitching a dam
ask napkin; a lady of dainty plain
ness, with a face full of graven exper
ience and mellow character. As Cor
nelia entered she looked up with a
smile, and Fald, ns she slightly raised
her work, “it is the last of the dozen,
Cornelia.”
“You make me ashamed of my idle
ness. mother. I went to Embree’s for
the linen thread, and he hail just
opened some English gauzes and lute
strings. Mrs. Willets was choosing a
piece for a new gown, for she is to
dine with the President next week,
and she was so polite as to ask my
opinion about the goods. Afterwards,
I walked to Wall street with her; and
coming back I met, on Broadway,
Lieut. Hyde, and then he walked home
with me. Was it wrong? I mean
was it polite—I mean the propeh
thing to permit? I knew not how to
prevent It.”
"How often have you met Lieut.
Hyde?”
“I met him for the first time last
night. He was at the Sylvesters’.”
“And pray what did Lieut. Hyde
say to you this afternoon?”
“He gave me the flowers, and he
told me about a beautiful opera, of
which I had never before heard. It
is called ’Figaro.' He asked permis
sion to bring me some of the airs
to-night, and I said some civilities.
I think they meant 'Yes.’ Did 1 do
wrong, mother?”
“I will say ‘no,’ my dear; as you
have given the invitation. But to
prevent an appearance of too exclu
sive intimacy, write to Arenta, and
ask her and Rem to take tea with
us.”
“Mother, Arenta has bought a blue
lutestring. Shall I not also have a
new gown? The gauzes are very
sweet and genteel, and I think Mrs.
Jay will not forget to ask me to her
dance next week. Mr. Jefferson is
sure to he there, and t \vi3h to walk
a minuet with him. *
’’I told Mrs. Willets, and with such
a queer little laugh she asked me ‘if
his red breeches did not make me
think of the guillotine?’ I do not
think Mrs. Willets like3 Mr. Jefferson
very much; but, all the same, I wish
to dance once with him. I think it
will be something to talk about when
I am an old woman.”
“My dear one, that is so far off. Go
now, and write to Arenta.”
(To be continued.)
GOOD CUSTOMER OF FRANCE.
England Makes Heavy Purchases
from Her Old-Time Foe.
Jean Finot, editor of the Revue des
Revues, recently put the relations be
tween France and England in a most
striking fashion. He said:
“Great Britain deserves the name
of the richest and most important of
French colonies. France is so bound
up with her fate that the disappear
ance of England’s economic power
would cause her incalculable mischief.
Our total exports in 1901 were only
4,155,000,000 francs, of which Eng
land took 1,264,000,000 francs, or
more than 30 per cent of all the mer
chandise which we cast on the
world's market. But even of more im
portance is the fact that the amount
of English purchases in France is
constantly growing. From 1,032,000,
000 franc* in 1896 it rose to 1,132,000,
000 francs in 1897, to 1,238,000,000
francs in 1899, and to 1,264,000,000
francs in 1901, thus showing an in
crease of 232,000,000 francs, or over
22 per cent in five years. Now the
purchases from the mother country of
ail the French colonies, including
Algeria, 259.000,000 francs, and Tunis,
about 34,000,000 francs, together with
those scattered all over the world,
about 183,000,000 francs, did not
amount in 1900 to more than 476,000,
000 francs. Besides this colossal
amount of purchases, the English
yearly spend considerable sums in
France. The money left in our coun
try by Englishmen visiting Paris or
their favorite resorts is commonly
estimated at 500,000,000 francs, thus
making 1,800,000,000 francs as the
formidable total yearly paid by En^y
land to France.”
OLD LEGENDS OF BABYLON.
Tablets Deciphered Tell of Creation of
the World and Man.
The story of the creation, as told ou
the clay tablets of ancient Babylon. Is
now for the first (line put at the dis
posal of modern scholars.
Portions of It. us told In cuneiform
text, were deciphered by Rawltnson
and the lato George Smith, but those
Assyriologists had only twenty-one
tablets and fragments to work on. L.
W. King of the British museum has
examined twenty-eight more (some of
which are duplicates, however), and is
thus able to get a more nearly com
plete and connected narrative.
Several deities appear to have been
regarded as In existence at the be
ginning of things. At least two, Apsu
and Tiamat. represented chaos, and
the former rebelled against, the gods
In consequence. The chief struggle
was between him and Ea, whose son,
Bel. Treated the world.
Man was made by Nlarmuk, who, in
spite of the difference in name, may
have been identical with Bel. The
creation of man was the culminating
event of the history.
Marmuk told Ea that lie Intended to
perforin this task and asked his father,
to behead him. Man was to be made
out of Marmuk's blood and bone. Mar
muk appears to have survived decapi
tation, as he subsequently took part in
the councils of the gods.
Many parallels between these leg
ends and the Hebrew story of the cre
ation can be detected by scholars.
The idea that seven days were devoted
to the work may have long antedated
Abraham's time.
The oldest tablets yet discovered
are not originals, but copies. These
date back only t;t*8-02G B. C. A re
viewer in “Nature” expresses the
opinion that the composition is “many
thousands of years old."
THE BIRTHPLACE OF LIBERTY.
Spots in New England That Abound
in Deep Interest.
If the most sacred buildings in Bos
ton and Philadelphia are properly riv
als in claiming the title of the Cradle
of Liberty, then here in the Cham
plain valley of Vermont Is surely the
scene of its birth, says a writer in
Harper’s. Freni this eyrie Rochester
mountain one may see the groat, "lake
that Is the gale to the country,” as :
the Indians named Lake Champlain;
one may see the Otter up which the
paint-smeared savages crept to make
their murderous attacks deep in Con
necticut and Massachusetts; one may
scan where Ticonderago lies in
shameful abandonment, the spot
where Champlain fought tho red men
01 293 years ago; where the French
built their most important fort In the
chain that ran from Montreal to New
Orleans; where Amherst took it from
them; where our dashing friend and
loader, young Lord Howe, fell and was
secretly buried.
It required but little Imagination for
the mind’s eye to see the path that
Ethan Allen and his hand took to
gain, this fortress, our first great vic
tory in the revolutionary war. From
where the church spires marked tho
seats of Rutland, Pittsford, Brandon,
Whiting, Castleton and Middlebury,
one fancied he might almost see
again the tall, rugged “mountain
boys” stalking the trails to the ren
dezvous with Allen at Shoreham—
newly noted now as the birthplace of
Levi P. Morton.
HAD NOTHING TO GIVE.
Excellent Reason for Congressman Be
ing Out of Seeds.
Representative Candler of Mississip
pi, a. prominent Baptist and successor
to Private John Allen, was lamenting
to the House the other day about his
difficulties in getting sufficient seeds
for his constituents. “I use ull my
own quota,” said ho. “and then get
just as many more as I can from my
brother members.
“If the gentleman will kindly inform
I1I3 constituents," interposed Repre
sentative “Hank” Smith of Michigan,
“what kind of seeds they are getting,
lie will have seeds to burn.”
“Has tho gentleman any to give
away,” inquired Mr. Candler zealously.
“If he has will he give them to me?
If he will I w ill cheerfully and prompt
ly send them to my district.”
" ‘Such as l have, I give unto thee.’ ”
replied Mr. Smith, dropping waggishly
into a Bible quotation.
Mr. Candler began to press the Mich
igander, who admitted that he was “in
the condition of the spirit that was
going to give the world to the Lord
If he would fall down and wowrship
him.” Mr. Smith added fraukly that
he had nothing to give, which seemed
to puzzle the Mississlppian, who ques
tioned farther.
“I am returning home with thd con
sent of my constituents,” tinally Mr.
Smith admitted, amidst general laugh
ter, thereby giving Mr. Candler to un
derstand that he had failed of re-elec
tion.—Washington Post.
Grammar.
“What part of speech Is the worn
‘marriage’?” asked the girl on the
piazza of t ie Hardened Wretch.
And lie, being himself a married
man, replied:
"It’s a subordinate conjunction.”
The examination paper read: Parse
the word Pennsylvania in the sen
tence, “A hold-up occurred the other
night in Pennsylvania.”
The bright boy answered that it was
an abstract noun, being the name of a
state, but Mr. Cassatt, when asked
about it, thought it a proper noun in
the objective case, being the object
of “hcld-up.”
“The woman and the man were mar
ried yesterday—parse woman.”
And the answer of the littlest boy
wa3. “A preposition, governing
man.’ ”—New York Times.
Marroons Glaces.
Marrons glaces ate among tne do
Hghta of the hour. No dinner table is
complete without its silver or china
backet of chestnuts. And there Is
nothing easier to prepare.
Choose large chestnuts and remove
tho hard skin; place them in a copper
saucepan and cover them with cold
water with a sonpspoonful of flour to
a quart of water; let them cook with
out boiling, until they are soft. Then
peel the nuts aud put them into an
other pan (the same as used for Jam
making). and pour over them a thick
syrup flrvored with) vanilla. Cover
with paper and let the chestnuts warm
on a slow fire, without allowing them
to boil. Keep adding By: up as requir
ed during evaporation until t^e syrup
has attained thirty-four degrees. They
are eaten cold.
Booth and the Statesmen.
General Booth, the Salvation Army
leader, cracked a few jokes with
statesmen while he was in Washing
ton. Senator Frye said to him;
"When I was in London I was much
interested in your organization. In
fact, I thought of joining." "Better
not," said the general; “yould would
not subnet to our discipline.” Sena
tor Alger said he understood Hanna in
tended to join. "Ah, I should make
him my chancellor of the exchequer,”
was the revivalists’s reply. Senator
Hoar was introduced jocularly as “the
worst man in the senate.” "That's
good,” said the general heartily. "I
want to meet all kinds. The bad 1
want to help and the good 1 want to
help me.”
Alaska and the Salad.
At a recent function in Washington
John W. Foster, the diplomat and ex
sacretary of state, was sent by Mrs.
Foster to get her some salad. He
procured a plate of the dainty and
was returning with It when some one
asked him a question about the Alas
ka boundary. Mr. Foster has a fad
on that subject. He began to talk
earnestly. Then he gesticulated. The
result was that the salad slid grace
fully off the plate and lauded lull on
the front breadth of Mrs. Foster’s
magnificent dress. The conversation
about the Alaskan boundary ended
right there. Mr. Foster had more se
rious things to think about.
Taking Down Beerbohm Tree.
Heerbohm Tree, the lamdon actor,
has rather a pompous manner, which
is calculated to ruffle the temper of
other people at. times. An actor from
the provinces called upon him recent
ly. hoping to get an opportunity to
show his worth on the metropolitan
stage. “Oh, I could not possibly give
you a part,” said the great manager,
•'but I dare say I could arrange to let
you walk on with the crowd in the
last, act.” The young aspirant flushed
with indignation, hut holding himself
well In hand replied pleasantly: “My
near Mr. Tree, I really don’t think 1
have hoard anything quite so funny
lrom you since your Hamlet.”
Hadn't Time for Squirming.
Not long ago Sir Richard Powell, a
famous lxindon physician, was called
to treat King Edward. The king’s
regular physician. Sir Francis Fak
ing, was present. After examining
his august patient Sir Richard said in
his characteristically brusque way:
“You have eaten and drunk too much.
I will send you a prescription that will
put you right.” Then he hurried out
to see other lmtlents, when Sir Fran
cis followed and protested against his
abrupt way of treating the king. "My
dear Faking,” said Powell, “if there
is any squirming to do you return and
attend to it. I really haven’t the
tune.”
An Emperor’s Clocks.
The Emperor Menellk of Abyssinia,
among his other bobbies, takes great
interest in clocks, and several sehro
nometers have recently been imported
from Switzerland by his Swiss adviser
which vary no more tlian six seconds
in two months. Has Makonnen has
also ordered several curious mechani
cal clocks from the Swiss firms for pre
sentation to the negus and the em
press. The most remarkable of these
is a great chiming clock to Imitate
that of St. Margaret’s, Westminster
Abbey.
Yale’s Bribdingnags.
There are twelve Yale students
who, because they are more than
six feet one inch tall, are eligible to
membership in the new club of Brob
dingnagR of the university. The pres
ident is Frederick W. Wilhelm! of New
York, and secretary George A. Gross
of Waterbary, and the vice president
and treasurer Stuart B. Sutphin of
Cincinnati. The tallest man in the
club Is Thorn Baker of Cincinnati of
Cincinnati, who stand six feet five
inches in his stockings.
A Cousin of Lincoln.
Living in Lacy Springs, Va„ is a
cousin and namesake of Abraham
Lincoln. This man, Abraham Lincoln
by name, is now 80 years old. and has
among his family papers several let
ters written by the president to his
father, David Lincoln, in 1848. The
present Abraham Lincoln, who is the
head of the Virginia branch of the
family, is a typical old Virginian, and
has enjoyed considerable prosperity.
He has made a study of the Lincoln
genealogy.
An Irish student defines nothing as
a bungholo without a barrel around
it.
After a man makes money the latter
often evens the score by unmaking the
man.
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Royalties Who Write.
Th« list of royal authors is enlarg
ed by the addition of the Mikado of
Japan, who is reputed to be writing
poetry at a rate never equaled by King
Oscar of Sweden. Unlike the latter,
however, the mikado considerately
suppresses nearl vail that ho writes,
not even, it is said, permitting th*
empress to lay eyes on it King Car
los of Portugal is another royal au
thor, whose book on oceanography
has been well received by the experts.
The Prince of Monaco, also, whose
reputation is chiefly associated with
scientific gambling, diverts his leis
ure with deep sea soundings, and has
written an interesting book upon the
strange forms of life under the sea.
Still another royal writer is Prince
Alphonse of Bourbon, brother of Don
Carlos, the Spanish pretender. His
favorite theme is the abolition of duel
ing. Of the English royal family.
Princess Victoria, the king's only un
married daughter, is the only one who
has shown much of a literary ten
dency. She is credited with having
written poetry, which, however, has
not been published, and she is an ar
dent and omnivorous reader.
Napoleon Portraits.
One of the most remarkable Police,
tlons of portraits of Napoleon ever
seen in New York has just closed at
the aNtional Arts club. The collection
was composed almost wholly of prints
and belonged to Mr. John Leonard
Dudley, jr. Mr. Dudley has been most
fortunate in gathering his Napoleon
portraits, inasmuch as he has the
great Corsican represented in every
stage of liis career from the time of his
infancy down until his death. He is
seen from every point of view as ar
tists of many countries chose to rep
resent. him. Everybody has had an
interest in Napoleon, and for ages to
come will retain an interest, and most
likely artists will continue to try to
do justice to their ideals of the silent
man; but the collection which mem
bora and friends of the National Arts
club have had the*-opportunity of view
ing and studying is unexcelled by any
in this country.
“Ever-Burning” Lamp.
The famous lamp of Towneley chap
el. at Towneley hall, in England, has
recently been extinguished. This was
probably the last of the so-called “ever
burning’ lamps of England. It Is
claimed that the Towneley lamp had
been burning constantly since the days
of King Alfred—more than 1,000 years.
At the beginning of the last century
half a dozen were still alight, while
at the dissolution of Henry VIII many
hundreds alight in the monasteries
had been burning ever since the Nor
man Conquest. Doubtless these per
pctual lamps were a remnant of that
form of pagan worship known as ev
erlasting Are. which was kept alight by
guardians, who were punishable with
death if they allowed the Are to go
out.
Musicians’ Exchange of Courtesies.
Little love is lost between Pader
ewski, the famous pianist, and Moritz
Rosenthal, his professional rival, who
continues to amaze German audiences
by his wonderful command of the in
strument. Rosenthal is called "the
demon pianist” because of the aston
ishing speed with which ho plays.
Paderewski once heard of a particu
larly brilliant performance given by
Rosenthal. He smiled serenely and
said: “Oh, yes, but any conservative
pupil with a good technique can do
that." Of course this remark was re
peated to Rosenthal, who some time
later heard that a talented amateur
was playing in London. "Oh, that
must be Paderewski,” he said, calmly.
The Worship of Teeth.
Teeth of all kinds have been wor
shiped, and are, in fact, venerated as
relics in some religious shrines.
Buddha’s tooth is preserved in an In
dian temple; the Cingalese worship
the tooth of a monkey, while the ele
phont’s and shark's tooth serve a sim
ilar purpose among the Malabar and
Tonga islanders respectively. The Si
amese were formerly the possessors of
the tooth of a sacred monkey, which
they valued very highly, hut in a war
with the Portuguese they lost the holy
grinder and had to pay $3,500,000 to
get it back again. It is now kept in a
small gold box, inclosed in six other
boxes in one of the many temples of
the Siamese capital.
Have Mexican Sympathies.
A writer in the Outlook, describ
ing the people of New Mexico, says
that a large portion of the Spanish
speaking element is Mexican in its
sympathies. These people dislike
American customs, and are unwilling
to learn English. Occasionally them
is patriotism to be found, as is shown
by this incident: "One night I stop
ped at a hut in the mountains. The
two hoys of the family had been to
the Presbyterian mission school in Al
buquerque, and spoke fairly well.
Finding in the house a little United
States flag, which they had brought
home, I pointed to it and said to the
old man, •Americano,’ and with great
feeling he replied, ‘Oh, mv.c.bo Ameri
cano.’ ”
Altogether Too Little.
The Leesler bribery charger re
minded the older members of the time
Representative “Birdie” Adams of
Pennsylvania went up to Speaker
Reed to ask about a bill he wanted
passed. Adams took some change
from his pocket and rattled it in hi3
band while he talked. A3 it happen
ed he had five quarters. "Hold on
Birdie,”' said Reed, “even in these
hard times you can’t pass e. bill in
this bouse for a dollar and a quarter.’’
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