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THE DELUGE &/ DAVID GBAHAM VimUP^Au&or of ~7HFCaSZ'Mkr <CafKBKSff7- /XV *vO» *01X3-/0200/ COrB&vyZ CHAPTER XXXIII.—Continued. I issued a clear statement of the situation; I showed in minute detail how the people standing together un der the leadership of the honest men of property could easily force the big "bandits to consent to an honest, just, rock-founded, iron-built reconstruc tion. My statement appeared in all the morning papers throughout the laud. Turn hack to it. read it. You will say that I was right. Well— Toward two o'clock Inspector Craw ford came into my private office, es corted by Joe. 1 saw in Joe's seamed, green-gray face that some new danger had arisen "You’ve got to get out of this,’ said he. "The mob in front of our place fills the three streets. It's made up of crowds turned away from the suspended hanks." I remembered the sullen faces and the hisses as I entered the office that morning earlier than usual. My win dows were closed to keep out the street noises; but now iliar my mind was up from the work in which I had been absorbed. I could hear the sounds of many voices, eveu through the thick plate glass. "We've got 2tH> polieeuun here," said the inspector. "Five hundred more are on the way. But—really, Mr. Blaekiock. unless we can get you away, there'll be serious trouble. Those damn newspapers 1 Kverv one of them denounced you this morning, and the people are in a fury against you.” ; up at him. It was net my chaut-’eur; I it was a man who had the unmisiak j able but indescribable marks of the , plain-clothes policeman. ‘•Where are you going?" I shouted. “You'll find out when we arrive." ■ he shouted back, grinning. I settled myself and waited—what: ! else was there to do? Soon 1 guessed we were headed for the pier off which my yacht was anchored. As we -dashed on to it, 1 saw that it was filled with police, both in uniform and in plain clothes. I descended. A de tective sergeant stepped up to me. "We are here to help you to your yacht." he explained. “You wouldn’t be safe anywhere in New York—no more wo>u!d the piace that harltored you." He had both common sense and force on his side. 1 got into the : launch. Four detective sergeants ac companied me and went aboard with me “Go ahead," said one of them to my captain. He looked at me for or ders. “We are in the hands of our guests," said 1. ‘ Liet them have their way." We steamed down the bay and out to sea From Maine to Texas the cry rose and swelled: “Blacklock is responsible! What does it matter whether he lied or told I went toward the door. “Hold on. Matt." cried Joe. spring- i ing at me and seizing me. “Where are yon going?" “To tell them what I think of them." replied I. sweeping him aside. For my blood was up. and I was enraged against the poor cowardly fools. For God's sake don't show your self !” he begged. “If you don't care for your own life, think of the rest of us. We've fixed a route through buildings and under streets up to Broadway. Your electric is waiting' for you there.” . "It won t do.” I said. ‘ I'll face 'em —it's the only way.” I went to the window, and was about to throw up one of the sunblinds for a look at them; Crawford stopped me "They'll stone the building and then storm it.” said he. "You must go at once, by the route we've ar ranged.' "Even if you tell them I'm gone, they won't believe it.” replied I. "We can look out for that," said •Toe. eager to save me. and caring nothing about consequences to him self. Hut I had unsettled the in spector. "Send for my electric to come down here." said I. "I’ll go out alone and ge* in it and drive away." "TLatTl never do!” cried Joe. But The inspector said: "You're right. Mr. Blacklock. It's a bare chance. You may take 'em by sur prise. Again, some fellow may yell and throw a stone and—" He did not need to finish. Joe looked wildly at me. "You mustn't do it. Matt!” he exclaimed. "You'll precipitate a riot, Crawford, if yon permit this.” But the inspector was telephoning for my electric. Then he went into the adjoining room, Where he com manded a view of the entrance. Silence between Joe and me until he returned. "The electric is coming down the street.” said he. I rose. "Good,” said I. ‘ I'm ready.” "Wait until the other i>olice get i here.” advised Crawford. "If the mob is in the temper you describe." said I. "the less tnat’s done to irritate it the better. I must go out as if 1 hadn't a suspicion of danger.” The inspector eyed me with an expression that was highly flattering to my vanity. "I'll go with you.” said Joe, start ing up from his stupor. "No," I replied. "You and the other fellows can take the underground route, if it's necessary.” "It won't be necessary," put in the inspector. “As soon as I'm rid of you and have my additional force. I'll clear the streets." He went to the door. “Wait. Mr. Blacklock. until I've had lime to get out to my men.” Perhaps ten seconds after he disap peared 1. without further words, put on my hat. lit a cigar, shook Joe's wet. trembling hand, left in It iny private keys and the memorandum of the combination of my private vault. Then. 1 sallied forth. 1 had always had a ravenous appe tite for excitement, and I had been in many a tight place; but for the first time there seemed to me to be an equilibrium between my interna! energy and the outside situation. As I stepped from my street door and gianced about me, I had no feeling of danger. The whole situation seemed so simple. There stood the electric, just across the narrow stretch of sidewalk; there were the 200 police, under Crawford's orders, scattered everywhere through the crowd, and good-naturedly jostling and p ashing to create distraction. With out haste, I got into my machine. I calmly -net the gaze of those thou sands, /met as so many barrels of ganpowder before the explosion. The chauffeur turned the machine. Go alow.” 1 called to him. “You might hurt somebody.” But be had his orders from the in spector. He suddenly darted ahead at full speed. The mob scattered in every direction, and we were in Broad way. bound up town full-tilt, before I or the mob realized what he was about. I called to him to slow down. He paid not the slightest attention. I leaned from the window and looked and jailers permitted to be brought | aboard—not until the last hope of turning Wild Week to the immediate public advantage bad sputtered out like a lost man's last match, did I think of benefiting myself, of seizing the opportunity to strengthen myself , for the future. On Monday morning I said to Sergt. Mulholland: “I want to go ashore lit once and send some telegrams." The sergeant is one of the detective bureau's “dres3-suit men." He is by nature phlegmatic and cynical. His experience has put over that a veneer of weary politeness. We had become great friends during our enforced in separable companionship. For Joe. who looked on me somewhat as a mother looks on a brilliant but erratic son. had. as I soon discovered, elab orated a wonderful programme for me. It included a watch on me day : and night, lest, through rage or de spondency. I should try to do vio lence to myself. A fine character. , that Joel But, to return. Mulholland j answered my request for shore-leave with a soothing smile. "Can't do it, Mr. Blacklock,' he said. "Our.orders are positive. But when we put in at ; New London and send ashore for fur ther instructions, and for the impers. you can send in your messages." “As you please." said I And i gave him a cipher telegram to Joe—an or- , der to invest my store of cash, which meant practically my whole fortune, in the gilt-edged securities that were . to be had for cash at a small fraction cf their value. This on the Monday after Wild Week, please note. I would have helped the ]x?ople to deliver them selves from the bondage of the ban dits. They would not have it. I would even have sacrificed my all in trying to save them in spite of them selves. But what is one sane man against a stampeded multitude of mani-1 acs? For confirmation of my disin- | terestedness. i point to all those weeks and months during which I waged costly warfare on "The Seven," who would gladly have given me more than I now have, could I have been " ‘GO SLOW.' I CALLED TO HIM. 'YOU MIGHT H CRT SOMEBODY.’ " the truth? See the results of his crusade! He ought to be pilloried! He ought to be killed! He is the enemy of the human race. He has almost plunged the whole civilized world into bankruptcy and civil war." And they turned eagerly to the very autocrats who had been oppiessing them. "You have the genius for finance and industry. Save us!" If you did not know, you could guess how- those patriots with the "genius for finance and industry" re sponded. When they- had done when their programme was in effect. I.ang don, Melville and Updegraff were the three richest men in the country, and as powerful as Octavius. Antony and Lepidus after . Philippi. They had saddled upon the reorganized Snance and industry of the nation heavier taxes than ever, and a vaster and more expensive and more luxurious army of their parasites. The people had risen for financial and industrial freedom: they had paid its fearful price; then, in senseless panic and terror, they flung it away, i have read that one of the inscrip tions on Apollo's temple at Delphi was: "Man. the fool of the farce.’’ Truly, the gods must have created us for their amusement: and when Olympus palls, they ring up the cur tain on some such screaming comedy as was that. It "makes the fancy chuckle, whilst the heart doth ache " CHAPTER XXXIV. “BLACK MATT’S" TRIUMPH. My enemies caused it to be widely believed that “Wild Week” was my 1 deliberate contrivance for the sole purpose of enriching myself. Thus i they got me a reputation for almost : superhuman daring, for satanic astute i ness at c^d-blooded calculation. 1 do | not deserve the admiration and respect 1 that my success-worshiping fellow > countrymen lay at my feet. True. I did greatly enrich myself; hut not ; until the Monday after Wild Week. Not until I had pondered on men ( and events with the assistance of the 1 newspapers my detective protectors bribed to ’desist. But, when 1 was compelled to admit that 1 had over estimated my fellow men, that the people wear the yoke because they have not yet become intelligent and competent enough to be free, then and not until then did I abandon the hojteless struggle. And I did not go over to the ban dits: I simply resumed my own neg lected personal affairs and made Wild Week at least a personal triumph. There is nothing of the spectacular in my makeup. I have no belief in the value of martyrs and martyrdom. Causes are not won—and in niv htini '■aooooCO»aCCOOOOPOOOOOOmnrii,ii II Copper Will Kill All Germs ' Copper is a marvelous preventive of disease. If we returned to the old copper drinking vessels of our fore lathers typhoid epidemics would dis appear." The speaker, a filtration expert, took a copper cent from his pocket. “Examine this cent under the micro scope.” be said, “and you will find it altogether free from disease germs. Examine gold and silver coins and you will find them one wriggling and con torting germ mass. Yet copper coins pass through dirtier hands than gold and silver ones. You'd think they’d be alive with microorganisms. But no. Copper kills germs. Diphtheria and cholera cultures smeared on a copper cent .lie in less than two hours. “They have many cholera epidemics in China, but certain towns are al ways Immune. These towns keep their drinking water in great copper vessels. Travelers have tried to buy these vessels, for they are beautiful, but the villagers will not sell them. They have a superstition that their health and welfare depend on their re tention. I wish all superstitions were as true and salutary as that. “The workers in the Revere copper works durlig the last epidemic of cholera in Massachusetts were, im mune. though friends and relatives fell on all sides of them. Why were they immune? The copper, with its strange power over disease germs, pro tected them. "Water alive with cholera and typhoid berms has been placed for an experiment in copper vessels and after standing seven hours this water had been found safe to drink—every germ dead. "We should return to copper drink ing vessels. Furthermore, canteens for the use of soldiers and sailors in the tropics, where cholera abounds, should be lined vrith copper and thus many a young man's life would be saved. "Copper in the form of copper sul phate will kill oft typhoid germs In reservoirs and great bodies o! water. It has frequently done so without harming the drinking qualities of the water in any way. Why is it, there fore, that the water in oar reservoirs is not microscopically examined for disease germs every day and the germs, if they are found, killed with copper? Why, for that matter, since the copper is harmless, is not all our water before ve drink it treated with copper sulphate, so that we may he sore of taking into our stomachs no living and dangerous organisms?” ble opinion never have been won—in the graveyards. Alive and afoot and armed, and true to my cause, I am the dreaded menace to systematic and respectable robbery. What possible good could have come of mobs killing me and the bandits dividing my estate? But why should X seek to justify myself? I care not a rap for the opinion of my fellow men. They sought my life when they should have been hailing me as a deliverer: now, they look up to me because they false ly believe me guilty of an infamy. My guards expected to be recalled on Tuesday. But Melville beard what Crawford had done about me. and straightway used his influence to have me detained until the new grip of the old gang was secure. Saturday afternoon we put in at .Newport for the daily comunication with the shore. When the launch returned. Mulholland brought the pa pen. to me, lounging aft in a mass of cushions under the awning, "ffe are going ashore," said he. ."The order has come." I had a sudden sense of loneliness. ‘Til take you down to New York," said 1. "I prefer to land tuy guests where I shipped them. ’ As we steamed slowly westward I read the papers. The country was rapidly readjusting itself, was return ins to the conditions before the up heaval. The "financiers"—the same old gang, except for a few of the weaker brethren ruined and a few strong outsiders, who had slipped in during the confusion—were employing al! the old. familiar devices for deceiv ing and robbing the people. The up set milking-stool was righted, and the milker was seated again nd busy, the good old cow standing without so much as shako of horn or switch of tail. "Mulholland," said I. "what do you think of this business of living?'' "I'll tell you. Mr. Blacklock." said he. "I used to fuss and fret a good deal about it. but I don't any more. I've got a house up in the Bronx, and a bit of land round it. And there's Mrs. Mulholland and four little Mulhol lands and me—that's my country and my party and my religion. The rest is off my beat, and I don't give a damn for it. I don't care which fakir gets to be president, or which swin dler gets to be rich. Everything works out somehow, and the best any man cn do is to mind his own business." "Mulholland—Mrs. Mulholland—four little Mulhollands.” said I. reflectively. "That's about as much as one man could attend to properly. And—you are 'on the level.' aren't you?" "Some say honesty's the best pol icy.” replied he. "Some say it isn't. I don't know, and I don't care, wheth er it is or it isn’t. It's my policy. And we six seem to have got along on it so far.” I sent my “guests" ashore the next morning. No. I'll stay aboard." said I to Mulholland. as he stood aside for me to precede him down the gangway from the launch. I went into the watch-pocket of my trousers and drew out the folded two $1,000-bills I always carried—it was a habit formed in my youthful, gambling: days. I handed him one of the bills. He hesitated. "For the four little Mulhollands,” I urged. Me pat it in ms pocKet. i watched him and his men depart with a heavy heart. I felt alone, horribly alone, without a tie or an interest. Some of the morning papers spoke respect fully of me as one of the strong men who had ridden the flood and had been landed by it on the heights of wealth and power. Admiration and envy lurked even in sneers at my ''unscrupulous plotting.” Since 1 had wealth, plenty of wealth, I did not need character-. Of what use was character in such a world except as a commodity to exchange for wealth? "Any orders, sir?" interrupted my captain. 1 looked round that vast and vivid scene of sea and land activities. I looked along the city's titanic sky-line —the mighty fortresses of trade and commerce piercing the heavens and flinging to the wind their black ban ners of defiance. I felt that I was under the walls of hell itself. "To get away from this," replied I to the waiting captajn. "Go back down the Sound—-to Dawn Hill.” Yes. I would go to the peaceful, soothing country, to my dogs and horses and those faithful servants bound to me by our common lovevfor the same animals. "Men to cross swords with, to amuse oneself with,” I mused: ' but dogs and horses to live with.” 1 pictured myself at the kennels—the joyful uproar the instant instinct warned the dogs of my com ing: bow They would leap and bark and tremble in a very ecstasy of de light as 1 stood among them: how jealous all the others would be, as I selected one to caress. Send her ahead as fast as she'll go." I called to the captain. (To be Continued.) GtoldYar. toitA jfrJKa, JTSSS rrmrz J?OC£5?ZZI£g IT- HA&rZIY-ZXlDGE New York.—Is there any young ! couple in all the world as lucky as young Marcellus Hartley Dodge and pretty Miss Ethel Rockefeller? They have announced their engage ment. The wedding takes place within a few weeks—very quietly be cause of the recent death of Mr. Dodge's father. It will be a marriage of millions to millions. But the millions are the small part of this newest engagement and com ing marriage. Young Mr. Dodge has youth, health, talent and popularity. And Miss Rockefeller is as fortunate. There is nothing now in the world that they may not have, save each other—and that happy day is not far away. Couple Has Vast Wealth. When the clergyman says: "I pro- ! nounce you man and wife.” out of j the church will walk the richest young pair in all New York, if not in all the United States. Nobody knows how rich young Mr. Dodge is— he has something between $20,000,000 and $60,000,000. an estate which is increasing in size by leaps and bounds every day. It came from his grand father. the late Marcellus Hartley. He cannot spend even the interest. Miss Rockefeller is one of the heir esses to the vast wealth of William Rockefeller, her father. His holdings no man could possibly figure up, save only Mr. Rockefeller himself, who is a younger brother of .lohn D. Rocke feller, head of the great Standard Oil and all its allied interests. Just imagine how fortunate these young people are. i suppose the great Rockefeller for tunes were to be wiped out in the twinkling of an eye; young Mrs. Dodge would still share in her hus band's income of from $1,000,000 to $3,000,000 a year—quite a tidy bit to keep the wolf from the door. No Danger of Penury. Should the Dodge estate go to pieces and leave not a penny, then young Mr. Dodge would have for a wife one of the richest heiresses in the United States—a wife who never has to count the cost of anything, be it a jewelt-d necklace that some queen once wore or an ocean-going steam yacht. No Rockefeller ever has to count the cost of anything, as even some of our poorer millionaires some times must. But, money having been provided for these two young people from the day of their birth, they have other things to think of. Money doesn't bring happiness to a millionaire. He must have more, because money is always there to be the ready servant of his slightest whim. He doesn't have to think about the butcher or the baker or the landlord. He doesn't even have to pay them, his secretary does that for him. Young Mr. Dodge went to Columbia university with the class of 1903. Probably he thought more of his career there than he did of the mil lions that now are his. He wanted to do something more, and he did. To begin with, he was extremely popular. When in '03 he graduated the young man was voted one of the luckiest three and one of the most ]»opular three men in his class. Lucky? Yes! Not only because of his inheritance. but because of himself. And that pleased Dodge. ’03. more than any thing else in the world. Really Useful Millionaire. Besides, he had been elected head of the college Y. M. C. A. and presi dent of his class. He was a member of the track team and coxswain of his class crew—quite a bit for any young man to achieve in his college course. He decided to return the compli ment that his Columbia classmates had paid him by doing something worth while. So with his aunt, Mrs. Helen Hartley Jenkins, he presented a $300,000 dormitory to Columbia on his graduation as a memorial to his grandfather. More luck came thick and fast even before the young man left college. His grandfather was dead and his directorate in the Equitable Life, in which he was one of the largest stock holders. was vacant. The other di rectors promptly put the college boy in his place. Then, when the will and some outside memoranda were read, it was found that old Mr. Mar cellus Hartley, for whom he had been named, had left him the bulk of his fortune—how many millions no one knows to this day. Settled Down to Work. The young man took all his respon sibilities very seriously. No butter fly society life for him! He said good-by to his classmates and went down to work in the big Broadway offices of his grandfather’s great concern, the Hartley Arms com pany. There he is working to this day. The big factory is at Bridge port, Conn., and the young man is a familiar figure up there, going over the business founded by his grandfa ther so many years ago. "I want to work," he has told his friends. “I want to prove that my grandfather's faith in me was well founded. 1 want to get down to the serious problems of life. I am not afraid of the responsibilities that have been imposed upon me. because I am sure of the aid and advice of my grandfather’s friends." He took up other tasks then. He interested himself in the Y. M. C. A. and contributed liberally. He like wise kept an eye upon the Hartley Settlement house, founded by his grandfather, and was elected a trus tee. He became so busy a man that he had to give up all outdoor sports, although athletics had been his forte. Avoids All Speculation. He has been elected to many of the directorates which his grandfather once held. To-day he is a very busy young man. Wall street is his pet aversion. He refuses to speculate. W hen he invests some of his surplus income he buys stocks or bonds of gilt-edged companies outright and holds them for investment. "If I can. 1 will make my name the synonym for the highest honor and business integrity,” he has said. Young Mr. Dodge has known Miss Rockefeller for several years, and there have been rumors before of their engagement. It was just the same old story—the love of two young people for one another. Miss Rocke feller didn t have that distressing feeling that perhaps she was being wooed for her money—as many a rich girl has had before; and young Mr. Dodge didn't have to think that he was being angled for because of his great fortune—as some other young millionaires have felt before. Engagement Announced. In due season Mr. and Mrs. Rocke feller announced the engagement at their home, No. 689 Fifth avenue. Mrs. Hartley, the grandmother of the young man, confirmed it at her home. No. 232 Madison avenue, where Mr. Dodge dwells. His mother died when he was born. His father, the late Norman W. Dodge, died at Nyack about a month ago. He was a grand son of the late William Karl Dodge, Sr., one of New York's foremost citi zens. Mr. Dodge’s wife was Marcel lus Hartley's daughter. Young Mr Dodge is now 26 years old. Miss Rockefeller some day will have her share of the Rockefeller mil lions. Her father. William Rocke feller, and her uncle, John D. Rocke feller, are two of the richest men in the world. She has been "out” for about six years, her mother giving her a formal debut in 1901. Her first public ap I>earance was at the Waldorf-Astoria at one of the Friday cotillons. But she is seen very little by the fashion ables—in fact, she cares little for small talk and late suppers, dancing or the theater. Horses are her hobby. Many a ribbon has she won. too. at the out door horse shows, where she rides and drives herself. Four years ago Miss Rockefeller astonished even her intimates by entering 29 horses at the Westchester horse show. It took j hours of begging and pleading with ; her father to gain his consent, but ; it was finally accomplished. Mias Ethel won because she frankly admit ted that she was proud of her horses, and wanted others to see what beau tiful animals they really were. And when her horse Tendresse took his blue Misa Ethel's heart waa filled with more happiness than It would have been had Standard Oil stock mounted another 100 points a share. An Outdoor Girl. Miss Rockefeller is distinctly an outdoor girl. She much prefers to canter over the Westchester roads than to frivol at an afternoon tea She can drive as well as she can ride, too, and many a fine afternoon saes her driving a spirited pair, with soma girl friend as companion. And she never lets a groom accompany her The bride-to-be is a young woman who doesn't have to be amused. She can amuse herself; she is never bored; she is bright, attractive, her gowns are marvels of taste and sim plicity; she cares little for jewelry. She is a graduate of Miss Spence’s school, from which so many daughters of millionaires have been sent forth Miss Rockefeller is decidedly good looking. She is rather petite, with dark-brown hair and eyes and a pink and-white complexion that speaks ot early hours and plenty of exercise in the open air. Her face is well round ed and her figure is excellent—in fact, she is a type of the well-groomed American girl. Fond of Early Rides. Some of this comes from her early morning rides. She never misse* them when she is up at Rockwood hall, her father’s stone palace at "Irv ington. On rainy mornings she may be seen riding along the roads at a brisk gallop, her hair flying in the wind, her cheeks aglow with youth and health. And this is the sort of a girl who is going to join the Rockefeller for tune with the Dodge fortune. They will have everything that money can buy—yachts, horses, a house in town, another in the country with perhaps a villa at the seashore They will have hosts of friends, of course, because both of them hava so many friends already, and these will join forces when the young peo ple are married. \\ hen Miss Rockefeller becomes Mrs. Dodge, there will be no more marriageable Rockefellers. She is tha last of her generation to go to the altar. Ambitious mammas will hava to wait another 20 years for anothet Rockefeller parti. All the grown-up FLockefellers will have been married! Men at the Tea Table. It is amusing to find that tea drink ing is at last being defended. Befora men took to tea drinking we used ta be told that we were ruining oui nerves and our digestions with thi* "wishy-washy stuff,” and one can re member households where early-mcrn ing tea and even the four o’clock for tifier had positively to be taken in se cret. At the sacred hour now one finds every tea shop crowded with men.—London Lady’s Pictorial. Women Canada Wants. I Canada wants and welcomes tha woman of practical ability. The idle I woman, the namby-pamby woman, the woman who lives and breathes and has her being in ‘‘family,” and tha woman who is too proud to work might just as well stay at home.—Gen tie woman. JUDGING BY THE FACE. Ability to Determine Character Is a Rare Qualification. Many professional and business men. and more especially those who super- i intend the labors of large numbers of employes. sufTer loss from their inabil- j ity to judge accurately the capacity and character of those with whom they are brought into contact, says ; Current Literature. It is seldom real ized that one of the rarest forms of human ability is what Talleyrand termed “ability to estimate ability in others.” In our country the mere money loss entailed by placing Incapa ble men in positions of supreme re sponsibility is incalculable. An emi nent British administrator has said that 94 per cent, at men of a high or der of ability, when placed in positions j of supreme responsibility, fail utterly. If, then, there be such a thing as a science at character reading and a sci ence of capacity reading, it must be still very little understood, notwith standing the various learned works now in print on the subject. The most telltale indication of char acter and of aptitude in the whole countenance is the eye and its hue. Heredity, says our observer, is written in the color of the eye. He is confi dent. after many years of first-hand ob servation, and after much perusal of the works of these scientists who have attended to this subject, that very dark brown or black eyes denote an impetuous temperament, cabbie of all great extremes of feeling, likes and! dislikes and the most passionate ardor ; In romantic love. Dark-brown eyes de note those traits in a less intense de gree. the temperament becoming more placid as the brown grows lighter. Breaking a Butterfly Poor butterfly of glided lift-. Imposed, with feeble, fluttering wing. Torn front the flowers with pleasure rife. No duty save to donee and sing. Now oil light laughters change to fears. How pitiful the change forlorn: The color washed uway in tears. And oil the dainty glories gone. Yet who shall say those poor crushed arings Had not a batter right to things? —Baltimore American. The affectionate disposition, sweet and gentle, accompanies the russet brown eye which is not yellowish. Yellowish brown eyes denote an incon stant, sallow disposition, with little will power and a tendency to lasciv lousne8s. But the ideal sublime purity of the affection is found to accompany eves of violet or darkest blue—"eyes as rare as they are heavenly.” Those who have not such eyes may take pleasure in the observation that much intellectuality accompanies them. Clear eyes of lighter blue, calm and tranquil, bespeak a cheerful, constant nature, with intellectual powers and the pas sions well balanced. Gray denotes in tellectuality always and everywhere. Architect of Prominence. The architect of the new Singer building in New York, 40 stories in height, and exceeded in altitude hr only one building in the world, ts Br nest Flagg, who had preTioesJy planned the Corcoran art gallery in Washington and the Naval Academy at Annapolis. He was a pnpil of Panl Blondel. the late “guardian” architect of the Louvre and Toileries.