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The maid sf maiden lane] Sequel to *• TI;e Dow of Orange Ribbon.” A LOVE STORY BY AMELIA E. BARR (Cppyritht. 1100, by Amelia E. Barr) 1 CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) At this moment Mrs. Hyde entered the room, her fair face alight with love. A servant carrying a tray full of good things to eat, followed her; and it was delightful to watch her eager happiness as she arranged meats, and sweetmeats, in tempting order for the hungry young man. As ho ate, he talked to his father of tli03e things interesting to him. “Pray,” asked Gen. Hyde. ”what can you tell me about the seat of government? Will New York be chosen?” "Upon my word, sir, the opinions are endless in number and variety; but, in truth, there is to be some sort of a compromise with the southern senators, who are promised the capi tal on the Potomac, finally, if they no longer oppose the assumption of the state debts.” “And Joris, the ladles? What say they on the subject?" asked Mrs* Hyde. inueeu, moiner, some ui utiu uu lamenting, and some looking forward to the change. All are talking of the social disposition of the beautiful Mrs. Bingham. ‘She will have to abate herself a little before Mrs. Washington,’ I heard one lady say; while others declare that her asso ciation with our republican court will be harmonious and advantageous; especially, as she is beloved in the home of the president.” “Our republican court! The defi nition is absurd!” said Gen. Hyde, “court pre-supposes both royalty and nobility!” “We have both of them intrinsic ally, father.” “In faith, George! you will find, that intrinsic qualities have no social value. What people require is their external evidence. Now' I am sleepy. I will talk to you more on these sub jects in the morning. Good night!” He put his hand on his son's shoulder and looked with a proud confidence into the bright face, lifted to the touch. Then George was alone with his mother; but she was full of little household affairs; and he could not bring into them a subject so close and so sacred to his heart. "I will speak to my mother in the morining,” he thought. “To-night her mind is ful! of other things.” But in the morning Mrs. Hyde w-as still more interested in “other things.” She had an architect with her, her servants were to order, her house to look after. So he ate his breakfast rapidly, and went out to the new stables. He expected to flud the General there, and he was not disap pointed. There was much to interest them; men were busy draining and building stone walls; plowing and \ sowing, and digging and planting. Yet, in the midst of all this busy life, George detected in his father’s maimer an air of melancholy. Pres ently he asked, “How' goes it with your law books, George?” “Faith, sir, I must confess, very in differently. I have no senses that way.” “Consider, George, that not only this estate, but also the estate of your Grandfather Van Heeniskirk must eventually come to you. Much of j both has been bought from confiscat- | ed properties, and it is not improb- j able that claimants may arise who j will cause you trouble. How neces- ! sary, then, that you should know j something of the laws affecting land 1 ar.d property in this country.” “My grandfather is in trouble. I forgot to tell you last r.ight, that his friend, Elder Semple, is dead.” “Pend!” “Yes. sir.” For a few minutes General Hyde He watched his son's angry carriage. retrained silent, then he said with much feeling. “Peace to the old Tory! He was once very kind to me and my family. Who told you this nows?” “I was walking on Broadway with young McAllister and Doctor Moran stopped us and sent word to Elder McAllister of the death of his friend.” “Was Doctor Moran his physi cian?” “Yes, sir. I had the honor of spend ing an evening at Doctor Moran's house this week; and if you will be lieve me, sir, he has a daughter that shames every other beauty.” "In love again, George?” “This wine de-perately and really. In love, it has come to this—I wish to marry Miss Moran, and I never wished 10 marry any other woman.” ‘‘You have forgotten— And by heaven! you must forget Miss Moran. She is not to be thought of as a wife—for one moment.” “Sir. you are not so unjust as to make such a statement without giv ing me a reason for it.” “Giving you a reason! Look east, and west, and north, and south—all these rich lands were bought with your Uncle William's money. He made himself poor to make me rich. Tell me now what child is left to your uncle?” “Only his daughter Annie, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years.” “Well, then, sir, what is you duty to Annie Hyde?” “I do not conceive myself to have any special duty to Annie Hyde.” “Upon my honor, you are then per versely stupid! When your uncle wrote me that pitiful letter which in formed me of the death of his last son, my first thought was that his daughter must be assured her right in the succession. There is one way to compass this. You know what that way is. Why do you not speak?” “Because, sir, if I confess your evi dent opinion to he just, I bind myself to carry it out, because of its justice." il uui juet: "It might be just to Annie and very unjust to me.” “No, sir. Justice is a thing abso lute; it is not altered by circum stances. What are you going to do?” "I know not. I must think—” ”1 am ashamed of you! In the name of all that is honorable, what is there to think about? Have I a son with so little proper feeling that lie needs to think a moment when the case is between honor and himself?” “Sir, you are more cruel and un reasonable than 1 could believe pos sible.” “The railings of a losing lover are not worth nnswerlng. A man mad in love has some title to my pity.” “Ar.d, sir, if you were any other man but my father, I would say ‘Con found your pity!’ Our conversation is extremely unpleasant, and 1 desire to put an end to it. Permit me to return to the house.” “Let it be so. I will see you to morrow in town.” He stood in the center of the road way watching his son's angry car riage ar.d his rapid, uneven stops. “He is in a naked temper, without even civil disguise,” he muttered, “and I hope that he will keep away from hi3 mother in his present unrea son.” His mother was, however, George’s first desire. He did not believe she would sanction his sacrifice to Annie Hyde. When he reached the house he found that his mother had gone tc the pond to feed her swans, and he decided to ride a little out of his way in order to see her there. Upon the soft earth the hoofs of his horse were not audible, but when lie came within her sight, it was wonderful to watch the transformation of her counte nance. A great love, a great joy swept away like a gust of wind, the peace on its surface, and a glowing, loving intelligence made her instant ly restless. She called him with sweet imperiousness, "George! Joris! Joris! My dear one!” and he an swered her with the one word ever near, and ever dear, to a woman’s heart—“ Mother! ” “I thought you were with your father. Where have you left him?” “In tlie wilderness. There is need for me to go to the city. My father will tell you why. I come only to see you—to kiss you—” “Joris, I see that you are angry. What has your father been saying to you?" "Ho will tell you.” "Money, is it?” "It is not money. My father is gen erous to me.” "Then some woman it is?” "Kiss me, mother. After all, there is no woman like unto you.” She drew close to him and he stooped his handsome face to hers and kissed her many times. Her smile comforted him, for it was full of confidence, as she said: "Trouble not yourself. Jorls. At the last, your father sees through my eyes. Must you go? Well, then, the Best of Beings go with you!” She lifted her face again and George kissed it, and then rode rapid ly away. He hardly drew rein until he reach ed his grandfather's house. The ticking of the tall house-clock was the only sound he heard at first, but as he stood irresolute, a sweet, thin voice in an adjoining room began to sing a hymn. "Grandmother! Grandmother! ! Grandmother!!!” he called, and be fore the last appeal was echoed the old lady appeared. "Oh, my Joris!" she cried, “Joris! Jorls! I am so happy to see thee. But what, then, is the matter? Thy eyes are full of trouble.” “I will tell you, grandmother.” And he sat down by her side and went over the conversation he had had with his father. When he ceased speaking, she answered: "To sell thee, Jcris, is a greet shame, and for nothing to sell thee is still worse. This is what I think: Let half of the income from the earl dom go to tbe poor young lady, but thyself into the bargain, is beyond all reason. And If writh Cornelia Moran thou art in love, a good thing it is; so I say.” ‘‘Do you knew, Cornelia, grand mother?” "Well, then, I ha”e seen her; more than onee. A great beauty I think her, and Doctor John has money— plenty of money—and a very good family are the Morans. Now, then, thy grandfather is coming; thy trou ble tell to him. Good advice he will give thee.” Senator Van Heemskirk, however, went first into his garden and gath ering great handfuls of white nar cisses and golden daffodils, he called a slave woman and bade her carry them to the Semple house and lay them in and around his friend's cof fin. With these preliminaries neither Joris nor Lysbet interfered; but when he had lit his long pipe and seated himself comfortably in his chair, Lysbet said: “Where hast thou been all this afternoon?” ‘‘I have been sealing up my friend’s desk and drawers until his sons ar rive. Very happy he looks. He Is now one of those that know." ‘‘I wonder, Joris, if in the next life we shall know each other?” ‘‘My Lysbet, in this life do we know each other?” “I think not. Here has come our dear Joris full of trouble to thee, for his father has said such things as I could not have believed. Joris, tell thy grandfather what they are.” And this time George, being very She had gone to feed her swans. sure of hearty sympathy, told his tale with great feeling—perhaps even with a little anger. His grandfather listened patiently to the youth’s im patience, but he did not answer ex actly to his expectations. ’’My Joris,” he said, “so hard it is to accept, what goes against our wishes. If Cornelia Moran you had not met, would your father's desires bo so impossible to you? Noble and generous would they not seem—” "But I have seen Cornelia, and I love her.” “In too great a hurry are you. Miss Moran may not love you. She may refuse ever to love you. Beside this, in his family her father may not wish you. A very proud man is Doctor John.” “Faith, sir, I had not thought of myself as so very disagreeable.” “No. Vain and self-confident is a young man. See, then, how many things may work this way, that way, and if wise you are you will be quiet and wait for events. Now I shall just say a word or two on the other side. If your father is so set in his mind about the Hydes, let him do the jus tice to them he wishes to do; but it is not right that he should make you do it for him.” “He says that only I can give An nie justice.” “But tnat is not good sense. When the present earl dies, and she is left an orphan, who shall prevent your father from adopting her as his own daughter, and leaving her a daugh ter's portion of the estate? In such case, she would be in exactly the same position as if her brother had lived and become earl. Is not that so?” (To be continued.) THIS HOLDS THE RECORD. Southern Wen Tell of Some Wonder ful Railroad Traveling. A group of railroad men were talk ing about the fastest rides they ever experienced, says the New Orleans Times-Democrat. One man in relat ing his experiences, said: “Across bayous and through marshes we rush ed like mad. When we reached the Rigolets the most remarkable think I ever saw took place. The train was traveling so fast it sucked the water up behind it as it rushed across the trestle, and I could hear the fishes groan as we flew over this neck of the gulf. Most remarkable thing I ever saw in the way of fast runs." And he lapsed into silence. “I am glad you reminded me of that run,” said another member of the group. “I had forgotten the incident. I can vouch for all you say, for I was on the back end of the last coach, and the water which was sucked in be hind the train by the vacuum almost washed me overboard, but I held on all right, and when we made the cross ing and the waters had receded, I picked up on the platform of the rear coach tlje finest bunch of fish I ever saw. They were no doubt the fish you heard groaning." Too Personal. Mrs. Nexdoor—Our church choir re signed in a body last Sunday morn ing. Mrs. Homer—Why, what, was the trouble? Mrs. Nexdoor—They objected to the minister's personal remarks. After singing the first hymn he opened the Bible and chose for his text, Acts, xx.: “And after the uproar had ceased," &c. TIIE NATION S HEALTH DO WE NEED TO TAKE TARIFF TINKERING MEDICINE? Democrats Know Better Than to Talk Much of Tariff Revision—They Leave That to Republicans of the Iowa “Progressive” Persuasion. When other exciting topics are teking the disposition in certain juarters is to take up the tariff ques tion for discussion and exploitation. The agony in the coal market, the complication in Venezuela. Cuban reciprocity and various other sub jects have of late been sufficiently diverting to keep the tariff in the background, but it is probably a ques tion of only a short time when we may expect more tariff talk. And strange as it may seem, the chief tomenters of what will surely bring trouble are Republicans. The Demo crats have learned by experience, painfully fresh in memory, that the people do not take kindly to tariff revision. The Democrats just now are maintaining a silence that is truly impressive in regard to this sub ject. Perhaps they are content that the Republican exponents of revision are pulling the chestnuts in their direction faster and more satisfactor ily than they could do it for them selves. And the Western States, chiefly Iowa, Wisconsin and Minne sota, seem productive of otherwise good Republicans who are willing to play the pussy cat role to the Demo crat monkey. Soberly and seriously, what is the sense or the reason or the occasion for advocating a revision of the tariff at this time? Is there a popular demand for it on the part of employers or the great array of employes? Do the people want the tariff re vised because wages are low and employment hard to find at any price? Do manufacturers want it because trade is dull and they are unable to find ready sale for their product ex cept at ruinous rates? Are the business interests of the country demanding it because capi tal is idle? Is the volume of our export trade decreasing? Are imports so reduced, or is the tariff so high that the national rev enues from duties collected is insuffi cient to pay the running expenses of the government? No, none of these conditions exist. Indications that a revision of the tariff is necessary for the welfare of the people are absolutely lacking. Then why agitate the tariff question? If the patient be not sick, why dose him with medicine? The last tariff revision in the direction of free trade was made in the second Cleveland administration, ) matter of ten years ago. The mere recollection of what happened after that Is sufficient to send the cold chills cantering up and down the spinal columns of most of us. The general disposition in California and Maine alike, in Florida as well as in Oregon, would be to call out the troops, the police, the fire department —everything and everybody that could carry a gun or an axe, to re sisi u repenuon oi tire experiences of ten years ago. Then why tempt fate as well as fortune by an agita tion which it is generally conceded will bring a return of panic condi tions and hard times? Four years after the disastrous Cleveland administration revision of the tariff we had another revision along protection lines. Under the beneficent influence of the Dingley law. trade and industry, domestic and foreign commerce—everything re vived, everybody became prosperous. Since its enactment tills country lias had a period of business and indus trial activity not paralleled in the annals of the world. The hewer of wood has felt it and enjoyed It as well as the captains in the financial world; the farmer and the city man have together grown hearty under its purse filling and comfort giving sway. Instead of a deficiency in the government revenues we have had a surplus ever since the Dingley law was enacted. Instead of the balance of trade being in favor of the foreign ers It has been on our side and In volume greater than was our total foreign trade a few years ago. Ameri can goods have gone abroad as never before, and our foreign market is expanding beyond the fondest dreams. Our domestic commerce as shown by the bank clearings, the earnings of railroads and various other good signs, was never so great, never so active, never more profit able. Our labor is employed more fully than ever before and at wages higher than any of the records show for the past. The farmers are pros perous to a degree that makes them all optimists. In fact, the conditions are so extremely favorable that even the Populists have retired from the field in discouragement and disgust, fully realizing that calamity argu ments are out of place. The Dlngley tariff has proven a most excellent institution for the country and for everybody In it. Why Interfere with it? Why not leave a good thing alone? Does not the advice of the ancients warn us against fussing with that which is well enough, judging condi tions by results? Those who are exploiting tariff re vision at this time argue that prices are too high and that a reduction in the tariff is needed to bring them down. Many commodities are higher in price, but isn’t the reason for it to be found in the tremendously Increas ed consuming capacity which pros perity has given the American peo ple? Six years ago the complaint was that prices were too low, and prices were low then because even though a person did want to buy ho lacked the funds—the home market was dead; the foreign market limit ed; and without a market products of the farm and the factory alike went begging for what they would bring. Tho American people have money now, and they are spending It, and the price lists of wearing apparel and of vegetables, of furniture, and of steel rails, of meat, and of ’*uild ing materials are arranged in accord with that old law which neither agi tator nor reformer has yet succeeded in repealing—the law of supply and demand. When production equals demand, and the home market has been fully supplied, prices no doubt will sag. It Is possible this result can be more quickly attained by ad mitting foreign made goods more freely, by an agitation of the tariff question, with its inevitable curtail ment and panic—but who wants lower prices at such a cost? The tariff revision of ten years ago toward free trade brought lower prices, and what else of suffering and sorrow and calamity and woe It brought need not be mentioned. Does anybody want to duplicate the experiences of that period? Why agitate another revision at this time? The agitation of the tariff question is folly. The serious mention of It makes the business man, the manu facturer, the farmer and tho laborer shudder. Give the agitation definite form and tho appearance of strength and tho effect will bo almost immedi ately perceptible In every line of commercial and Industrial activity. Enterprise will begin to hedge, capi tal will begin to hunt for cover, and trouble will come all along the line. The fact that the agitation is in the house of the friends of protection may soften the blow, but the man who is lilt is not interested in whether it was friend or foe who sent him to the floor; it hurts just as badly. The Dingley tariff may not be perfect in all its schedules. It is pos sible it could bo improved upon, though it is unlikely any two citizens in tho land would agree exactly upon how to Improve it. There is nothing sacred in any line or schedule of the enaethient. But the fact stands out as big as a ton of coal that the coun try lias prospered under the Dingley tariff, that tho country is prospering under it now, and there is no reason to believe the country will not con tinue to prosper if tho tariff be left entirely, absolutely and religiously alone. The time may come when the present tariff should he revised, hut that time has not yet come. The Dingley tariff was enacted as the fulfillment of the pledge contained in the St. Louis platform of 1898. It has been on the statute books less than six years. It should bo allowed to remain until business conditions In dicate that a change Is needed. The agitation for revision should not be seriously considered at this time.— Grand Rapid3 Herald. Not With the Little Hatchet Buf With the Big One. >k\\ v Hi l r\ o 2 RSfe ^ Y&v, The Republican Method. The policy of protection is the foundation of our whole industrial system. Nine-tenths of our industrial capital is invested, nine-tenths of our industrial wage scales and other ar rangements are made, upon the sup position that this nation will con tinue by law to reserve the home market for home producers. To begin to repeal the tariff would be to disturb all these arrangements. It would unsettle business. It would destroy commercial confidence in the future. It would bring on hard times. That is what tariff tinkering by the Democratic party has always done in the past. That is what it certainly will do aeain. On the other hand, the Republican method of dealing with the trusts is to let the tariff alone for the present ar.d seek other methods of curbing trust abuses. The Republican party believes that the trusts can be con trolled without taking the risk of bringing on hard times. The Repub lican party is confirmed in that be lief by its success in bringing trusts under control, notably in the pres ent case of the hard coal strike.—An napolis (Md.) Examiner. Did It Well. The Dingley act was passed for tho purpose of restoring prosperity to this country and for the building up of a home market for everything Ameri cans could produce. It did it well.— Clinton (Mo.) Republican. If They Only Knew It. Those fellows who are bellowing like mad bulls to have tho tariff changed know they are better off in every material way than they ever were before.—Moravian Falls (N. C.) Yellow Jacket. LIVES ON A MERE PITTANCE. Porto Ricans Manage to Subsist Well When Others Would Starve. The cost of living in Porto Rico Is perhaps less, gauged from the natives' view of necessity, than in any other quarter of the globe where modern civilization has obtained a foothold. I)r. Ryder, secretary cf the American Missionary association, who has re cently returned from an inspection of the island, tells the following story to illustrate the scale o£ wages and living in the island. “I was riding through tha Interior on horseback, on my way to Ponce," he said, “when I saw ahead of me In the road a native carrying a log on his head. It was a log twelve feet long, and must have weighed 200 pounds. He seemed to trot along with it on his head without any trouble. I asked my companion to stop and ask aim about it. He did so, and the man said he had cut and ‘ripped' the log, that is, got it ready to split into tlm her, although It was not loosened enough to fall apart, the day be fore; he had brought it fifteen miles on his head that mornir.g, and had three miles further to carry It intu Ponce. “ ‘And how much will you get for it?’ asked my companion. “ ‘I hope to get 15 cents,’ replied the man, ‘but I may get only 12.’ “But that sum would buy as much as $1.50 would up here,” continued the doctor, "so the man was really working for about 75 cents a day. li Is estimated that a man can support a family by three days’ work a month. Food is practically free. Fruit is to bo had for the taking, and the poorer classes practically live upon fruit. And as for a house, a con vert borrowed a dollar from one ot our missionaries to put up a house when he wanted to get married, and it was plenty.” Serve Where Need Is Found. Still keep the armor on, The strenuous llfo maintain; All honored victors thus have won, And thus you must uttain, Gird up your loins, O man. For perils grave abide. Lest foes within or foes without Turn careless feet aside. The flzht Is ever on. And evil is alert, By stealth or by defiant blows Its falsehoods to assert. Should rare or fear oppress. And all the way seem dark. Look up and hail the coming dawn The rapture of the lark. A drone within the hive. Ignoble Is the shirk: He garners up no precious store By solf-ennobling work. The Master cams to serve; In fellowship divine You will augment your human strength. With borrowed lustre shine. Half-hearted do not wait The mandate of the king; In loyal and abounding love Unbidden service bring Y'our loins still girt about, Your burning lights afore, Rejoice to serve whore need Is found In Truth’s victorious war —Charles B. Botsford in Boston Tran script. Woman’s Caprice. The telephone bell rang loudly Frederick Billson was very busy with an Important conversation. "Who Is it?" he said to the office boy. "It's a lady." “Well—who Is she?” “Says you’ll find out when you com<. to the ’phone." "Tell her to wait. I can't be both ered.” Billson resumed his Important con versation. When he took up the re ceiver the connection had been brok en. That night when Billson called upon the Only Girl he wondered why she greeted him so distantly. At length she told him. "I think you were just horrid to speak to me that way over the ’phone to-day.” "But I never spoke to you at all." “That's Just the point—you didn’t speak to me at all. You see, you ad mit It yourself. Freder—Mr. Billson, I never could be happy with a br-r-ute —and—and—here’s your ring—notan other word-” And Billson found that he had made one more addition to his collection of data concerning the caprice of wom an. Argument Did Not Apply. The argument often made against the views of President Eliot of Har vard and of President Roosevelt in favor of large families is that it costs too much to rear half a dozen children nowadays. In the Primrose minstrels they tell a story of a family named Little to whom this argument did not apply. “You say you are the father of nine children?” “Yes. sir.” “And you support your entire family an $10 a week?” “Yes, sir.” “How can you possibly do it?” “Well, every Little helps."—New York Mail and Express. Effective Sermon. Rev. Dr. Floyd W. Tomkins, at a preachers' meeting, told this story on himself: “I preached a sermon recent ly on swearing and the extent of the habit,” said he. "A few days since a man wrote me under his own name and said that he agreed with my ser mon, adding that, 'Now every time 1 want to swear I say Floyd Tomkins Instead.’ ” Spread of Marconi's System. The attorney of the Marconi com pany, in London, has stated that they expect shortly to encircle the earth with wireless messages, and hoped to apply his system to heating, to trac tion lines and to publishing dally news papers.