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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.
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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.