6 •'KEEP TO THE RIGHT." "Keep to the right," Is the law of the road- Make It a law of your moral code: fn whatsoe'er you determine to do Kollow the road of the Good anil the True; Follow and fear not; by day and by night, Up hill or down hill, "keep to the right," Doubt w'l assail you, temptation will WUtr— "Keep to the right," for the right is the true; Doubt is a traitor, temptation a shame; A heart that is honest, a life without blame, Will rank you far higher. In worth and re nown. Than the grandest of kings, wth his scep ter and crown. "Keep to the right," in the journey of life, There is crowding and jostling, trouble and strife; The weak will succumb to the bold and the strong. And many go under and many go wrong; He will acquit himself best in the tight Who shirks not his duty, and "keeps to the right." "Keep to the right," and the Right will keep you Ifn touch and accord with the Good and the True; These are the best things in life, after all, They make it worth living, whatever befall. And Death has no terrors, when he comes in sight, For the man who determines to "keep to the right." —Charles W. Hubner, in Atlanta Constitu tion. ]!|P||g| a stirring Story >\ Life jn TUe [Copyright, 1899, by F. Tennyson Neely.J CHAPTER VHJL. — Contlnckd. "Nita, if it were only for Mr. Latrobe C should not care a snap of tnv finger, but it's you—you! I thought you hud more sense. I thought you fully under stood that you couldn't afford to lose yourself a moment, and yet if ever a girl looked like yielding you did this very afternoon. For my sake, Nita, don't let it go any further —don't fall in love —here —whatever you do." The younger sister stood at the dress ing-table at the moment, her face avert ed. The Mary Powell was just round ing the point, and the mellow, melo dious notes of her bell were still echoing through the Highlands. Nita was gaz ing out upon the gorgeous effect of 6iuiset light and shadow on the east ern cliffs and crags across the Hud son, a flush as vivid mantling her cheeks, her lips quivering. She was making valiant efforts to control her self before replying. "I'm not in love with him," she finally said. '"Perhaps not —yet. Surely I hope not, font it looks awfully like it was com iing—and Nita, you simply mustn't. You've got to marry money if I have to istand guard over you and see you do it—-and you know you can this minute — uf you'll only listen." The younger girl wheeled sharply, her eyes flashing. "Peggy, you prom ised me I shouldn't hear that hateful thing again—at least not until we left here—and you've broken your word— twice. You —" "It's because I must. I can't see you drifting—the way I did when, with things have come so terrible sudden like. This time yesterday I was living your youth and —advantages, you can jiick and choose. Col. Frost has mines •and money all over the west, and he was your shadow at the seashore, and nil broken up; he told me so when we came here. Paddy Latrobe is a beau tiful boy without a penny —" "His uncle —" began Nita, feebly. "His uncle had a sister to support besides Paddy's mother. His pay as brigadier in the regular service is only $3,500. He can't have saved much of anything in the past, and he may la,st a dozen years yet—or more. E\ter> V he does leave everything then U Lut• robe, what'll you do meantime'/ Don't fat a fool. Nita, because I was. I had to be. It was that or nothing, and father was getting tired. You heard how he talked." The younger sister was still at the dressing-table diligently brushing her shining, curly tresses. She had re gained her composure and took occa sional furtive peeps at Mrs. Frank, now seated at the foot of the bed, busy with a buttonhook and the adjustment of a pair of very dainty boots.of white kid, whose buttons gleamed like pearls. The mates to them, half a size smaller, peeped from the tray of Nita's new trunk. There came a footstep and a rap tit the door. "See what it is, Nita, there's a love —I don't want to hop." It was a card —a new arrival at the hotel. "Gentleman said he'd wait in the parlor, 'm," said the bellboy, and van ished. Nita glanced at the card and in stantly ♦ rouble stood in her paling face. Silently Mrs. Garrison held out her hand, took the card, and one quick look. The buttonhook dropped from her relaxed fingers. The card read: "Mr. Gouverneur Prime." For a second or two the sisters gazed at each other in silence. At last the elder spoke. "In'heaven's name, what brings that absurd boy back here? I thought him safe in Eu rope." CHAPTER IX. One of the most charming writers of our day and generation has declared that "the truest blessing a girl can have" is "the ingenuous devotion of a young boy's heart." Nine mothers in ten will probably take issue with the gifted author on that point, and though no longer a young girl in years, what ever she might be in looks. Margaret Garrison would gladly have sent the waiting gentlemen to the right about, for, though he was only 20, "Gov" Prime, as a junior at Columbia, had been ingenuously devoted to the lit tle lady from the very first evening he saw her. A boy of frank, impulsive nature, was "Gov" —a boy still in spite of the budding' mustache, the 20 sum men and the barely passed "exam" that wound up the junior year and entitled him to sit with the seniors when the great university opened its doors in October. Studies he hated, but tennis, polo, cricket, riding and danc ing were things he loved and excelled in. Much of his boyhood had been spent at one of those healthy, hearty English schools where all that would cultivate physical and mental manhood was assiduously practiced, and all that would militate against them was as rigorously "tabooed." At the coining of his twentieth birth day that summer his father had hand ed him his check of $5,000 —the paternal expression of satisfaction that his boy had never smoked pipe, cigar or cigar ette—and the same week "Gov" had carried off the blue ribbon with the racquet, and the second prize with the single sculls. It was during 1 lie "ex ams," the first week in June, when dropping in for five o'clock tea of some girls whom he had known for years, {lie was presented to this witching lit »tie creature whose name he didn't even 'catch. "We met her way out at an •army post in Wyoming when papa took us to California last year," was whis pered to him, "and they entertained us so cordially, and of course we said if ever you come to New York you must be sure to let vis know—and she did— but —" and there his informant paused, dubious. Other callers came in and it began to rain—a sudden, drenching shower, and the little stranger from the far west saw plainly enough that her hostesses, though presenting their friends after our cheery American fash ion, were unable to show her further attention, and the newly presented— almost all women, said "so very pleased" but failed to look it, or other wise to manifest their pleasure. She couldn't go in the rain. The butler had 'phoned for a cab. She wouldn't sit there alone and neglected. She delib erately signaled Mr. Prime. "The la dies are all busy," she said, with a charmingly appealing smile, "but I know you can tell me. 1 have to dress for dinner after 1 get home, and must be at One Hundred and Tenth street at 7:30. How long will it take a car riage to drive me there? Oh, is that your society pin? Why, are you still in college? Why, I thought—" That cab was 25 minutes coming, and when it came Mr. Prime went with it and her, whom he had not left an instant from the moment of her ques tion. Moreover, he discovered she was nervous about taking that carriage drive all alone away up to One Hundred and Tenth street, yet what other way could a girl go in evening dress? He left her at her door with a reluctantly given permission to return in an hout and escort her to the distant home of her friends and entertainers. He drove to the Waldorf and had a light dinner with a half pint of Hock, devoured her with his eyes as they drove- rapidly northward, went to a Harlem theater while she dined and forgot him, and was at the carriage door when she came forth to be driven home. Seven hours or less "had done the business" so far as Gouverneur Prime was con cerned. It was the boy's flrst wild infatuation —as mad, unreasoning, absurd, yet in tense as was ever that of Arthur Pen dennis for the lovely Fotheringay. Mar garet Garrison had never seen or known the like of it. She had fascinated others for a time, had kindled love, passion and temporary devotion, but this —this was worship, and it was something so sweet to her jaded senses, something so rich and spontaneous that she gave herself up for a day or two to the de light of studying it. Here was a glori ous young athlete whose eyes followed her every move and gesture, who hung about her in utter cflptivation, whose voice trembled and whose eyes im plored. yet whose strong, brown, shape ly hand never dared so much as touch hers, except when she extended it in greeting, lie was to accompany his fa ther and sister to Europe in a week, so what harm was there? lie would for get all about it. He knew now she wast married, l'ie was presented to Nita, but had hardly a word and never a look for her when Margaret was near. He was dumb and miserable all the day they drove in the park and later dined at Delmonico's with Col. Frost. He was sick, even when mounted on his favorite English thoroughbred and scampering about the bridle path for peeps at the drives, when she was at the park again with that gray-haired reprobate, that money shark, Casliton- —a Wall street broker black-balled at every decent club in New York. Why should she go with him? He had been most kind, she said, in the advice and aid he had given her in the investment of her little for tune. She told the lie with downcast eyes and cheeks tha.t burned, for most of that little, fortune was already frit tered away, and Cashton's reports seemed to require many personal visits that had set tongues wagging at the hotels, so much frequented of the army, where she had taken a room until Nita should have been graduated and they could goto the seashore. She had promised to be at home to her boy adorer that very evening and togo with him to Daly's, and he had secured the seats four days ahead. Poor "Gov" had trotted swiftly home from the park, striving to comfort himself over his bath and irreproachable evening clothes that there, with her by his side, the wild jealousy of the day would van ish. Sharply on time he had sent up his card and listened, incredulous, to the reply: "Mrs. Garrison has not yet re turned." He, would wait, he said, and did wait, biticg his n*ils, treading the floor, fuming in doubt and despair un til nearly ten, when a carriage dashed CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 10, 1900. up to the ladies'entrance and that vile Cashton handed her (jut, escorted her in and vanished. She came hurrying to her boy lover with both little hands out stretched. with a face deeply flushed and words of pleading and distress rushing from lier lips. "Indeed 1 could not help it. Gov," she cried. "Itold him of my engagement and said we must not go so far. but away at the north end something happened, 1 ci- n't know what, a wheel was bent, ainl : lie harness wrenched by 100 shortn.turn on a stone post at a corner. Something had to be repairid. They said it wouldn't take ten minutes, and he led me out and up to the piazza of that, big hotel—you know, we saw it the day I drove with you—" ("He was a blackguard to take you there!" burst in Prime, the blood boil ing in his veins.) "Then we waited and waited and he went to hurry them, and then he came back and said they had found more serious damages—that it would take an hour, and meantime din ner had been ordered and was served, lie had telephoned to you and the butler had answered all right." "He's a double-dyed liar!" raved "Gov," furiously. "And so what could 1 do, 'Gov?' The dinner was delicious, but I couldn't eat a mouthful. (This time it wasn't Cash ton who lied.) I was worrying about you, and —and—about, myself, too. *(Iov." It had set my heart ongoing with you. it was to be almost our last evening. Oh. if you only didn't have to sail Saturday, and could be here next week, you dear boy, you should have no cause for complaint. Won't you try to forgive me?" And, actually, tears stood in her eyes, as again she held out both hands. They were the only people in the parlor, and in an instant, with quick, sudden, irre sistible action, he had clasped and draw n her to his breast, and though she hid her face and struggled, passionate kisses were printed on her disheveled liair. It was the first time he had dared. And then lie did not sail Saturday. Prime, Sr., was held by most important business. They gave up the Saturday Cunarder and took the midweek White Star, and' those four additional days riveted poor "Gov's" chains and left her well-nigh breathless with excite ment. The strain had been intense. It was all she could do to make the boy try to behave in a rational way in the presence of others. When alone with her he raved. A fearful load was lift ed from her spare little shoulders when the Teutonic sailed. Even Nita had "Would uou like to 00 to her at once?" worried andiliad seen her sister's worry. Then no sooner did "Gov" reach Europe than he began writing impassioned let ters by every steamer, but that wasn't so bad. She had several masculine cor respondents. some of whom wrote as often as Frank, but none of whom, to do her justice, got letters as often as lie did, which, however, was saying little, for she hated writing. "Gov" was to have stayed abroad three months, piloting the pater and sister about the scenes so familiar to him, but they saw how nervous and un happy he was. They knew he was u rit ing constantly to sonte one. Mildred had long since divined that there was a girl at the bottom of it all, and longed and strove to find out- who she was. Through the last of June and all through July he resolutely stood to his promise and did his best to be loving and brotherly to a loving and devoted sister and dutiful to a most indulgent father. But lie grew white and worn and haggard, he who had been such a picture of rugged health, and, in her utter innocence and ignorance as to the being 011 whom her brother had lavished the wealth of his love, Mildred began to ask herself should she not urge her father to let "Gov" return to America. At last one sweet July even ing, late in the month, the brother and sister were wandering along the lovely shore of Lucerne, lie had been un usually fitful, restless and moody all day. No letter had reached him in over a fortnight, and he was miserably un happy. They stopped at a grassy bank that ran down to the rippling water's edge, and she seated herself on a stone ledge, while in reckless abandonment he threw himself at full length on the dewy grass. Instantly the last doubt vanished. Bending over him, her soft hand caressing his hair, she whispered: "'Gov,' dear boy, is it so very hard? Would you like togo to her at once?" And the boy buried his face in her lap, twined his arms about her slender waist, and almost groaned aloud as he answered: "For pity's sake help me if you can, Mildred. Fm almost mad." Early in August the swiftest steamer of the line was splitting the Atlantic surge and driving hard for home, with "Gov" cursing her for a canal boat. The day after lie reached New York he had traced and followed the White Sisters to West Point, and Margaret Garrison stared in mingled delight, triumph and dismay at the card in her hand; de light that she could show these exclu sive Pointers that the heir to one of the oldest and best names in Gotham's Four Hundred was a slave to her beck and call, dismayed to think of the scene that might occur through his jealousy when he saw the devoted' attention* she received from so many men—offi cers, civilians and cadets. Old Cnshtou came tip now as regularly as Saturday night came around, and there wen others. Margaret Garrison was more talked about than any womtn in Or angc county, yet who could report any thing of her beyond that she was a uni versal favorite, and dnweed, walked, pos sibly flirted with a dozen different cav aliers every day of her life. There were some few people among her accusers demure and most proper—even prudish —women, of whom, were the truth t< be told, so little could not be said. "Gov" Prime took the only kind of room to be had in the house, so full was it—a little seven by ten box on the office floor. He would have slept in the coalbin rather than leave her. He saw her go oil to the hop looking radiant, glancing back over her shoulder and smiliug sweetly at him. lie rushed to his trunk, dragged out his evening clothes and stood at the wall looking 011 until the last note of the last dance —lie. a noted German leader in the younger set and the best dancer of his 1 years in Gotham. Not so much as a single spin had he, and he longed to show those tight-waisted, button-be strewed fellows in gray and white how little they really knew about dancing, well as many of them appeared on the floor, llis reward was tendered as the hop broke up. She came gliding tohiu with such witchery in her upraised face "Now, sir, it is your turn. I couldn't give you a dance, for my card was made out days ago, but Mr. Latrobe was glad enough to get rid of taking me home. He is daft about Nita, and of course she can't let him take her to more than one hop a week. Mr. Stanton is her escort to-night." Then she placed her little hand on his arm, and drew herself to his side, and when he would have followed the others, going straight across the broad plain to the lights at the hotel, turned him to the left. "I'm going to take you all the way round, sir." she said, joy ously. "Then we can be by ourselves at least ten minutes longer." [To Be Continued,] KISSED BY THE QUEEN. Itenilnlacencc of n lliiKler Who Wm Oiu-e Granted 1) I*l Inn o l>tlied Coil* literal ion. "To be Knight of the Thistle is a big honor, of course," remarked an old quartermaster sergeant, amidst a dis cussion among some military men at Chatham, "but 1 can claim a distinction lots in front of that, or of kissing hands with the queen, as they say of the cus tom observed by cabinet ministers when taking over the seals of office." "You're chucking it, niou." observed a stalwart sergeant frae the far north. ■"Well," the veteran non-com. went on to explain, "the good fortune which be fell me was to be kissed by the queen," an intimation which caused the little party to gather round yet closer. "You're having us, .lock," observed a credulous corporal, "and if you want the hatchet say so, for the present holder is fair outclassed." "No," the distinguished soldier, as he claimed to be, contended, "it is you that's out of it, as you will see. You may have heard of my being the young est bugler that took part in the Crimea, and such fact secured for me a place among the survivors who were inspect ed by the queen after peace was pro claimed." "When the wounded went by, some in chairs—" "Quite so. Well, I was then a little flaxen-haired, red-cheeked youngster, small for my age, and I suppose con trasted a good deal with the worn vet erans. When my turn came to pass her majesty asked how old I was, and on replying a little over 13, at the same time giving quite the best salute pos sible, the queen said: 'Dear little fel low.' and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. So you see how 1 came to re ceive a gracious distinction which from generals downward no other soldier has ever been able to lay claim to. That honor's mine alone."—Pearson's Week ly- A Necpanlty. A physician, returning from his daily rounds of visits, overheard two colored citizens conversing as they ploddtai homeward from their work. "Is you gwine ter prayer meetin' dis evenin", Jim?" asked one of the pe destrians. "Yas, indeed! lis dat. Is you?" re plied the other. "You bet I is!" said the first. "I tell you. I considers'religion one uvde nec essary ebils!" —Memphis Scimitar. Soldier.* anil Capitalists. Records of the war department show that the whole amount paid by the gov ernment for its soldiery for all pur poses, including bounty, commutations and pensions, since ISIII to June 30,1899, is $2,(558,000,000. Treasury records show that the whole amount paid to the creditors and bondholders since lS(il to June 30, 1899, was $5,708,000,000, or more than twice as much. —Chicago Chronicle. Terrible Or<leal. "If you'd been half an hour later," she said, "I don't know what I should have done." "What happened? he asked. "Why, Mrs. Gadding, next door, has been in here with such an extraordinary tyJe, which she made me promise I would never breath to a living soul, that it has seemed as if I positively couldn't wait for you to come home to tell you about it." —Tit-Bits. Or<lu Ined. "There is no reason why a politician should not be honest." "No; it's just one of those things that happens. There is no particular rea son why grass shouldn't be black, but it's green, just the same." —Philadel- phia North American. DOESN'T KNOW RIGHT HAND. Some Women, Snya Tlii* Arrount, Find It Oitlieult to Difttinjf iilmU lllnl'l from Left. In some of the little things of life women are absurdly ignorant, says the Chicago Chronicle. "I saw by a paper last week that a colored woman was excluded from testifying in court because she didn't know her right hand from her left, and was, therefore, esteemed too ig norant for her evidence to be of any value." said an observant Chicago 1 man the other day. "Now, do you know I don't believe one woman out : of six knows her right hand from her I left without stopping to consider the matter. "I was standing in the foyer of 1 theater the other day at a matinee j watching the audience, mostly fem- ; JUDGE WILLIAM H. KING. The reeent special congressional tton In Utah, held to choose a successor to Brigham H. Roberts, who was turned down by the house of representatives, terminated in the election of Judge King, the democratic candidate, who ran upon a platform deploring the action of congress in refusing to administer the oatli of office to Roberts. The republican convention ignored the Roberts question al together, and this caused dissatisfaction among the voters of that party who fa vored a positive utterance against polygamy. The new congressman is a Mor mon, but lie lias never been a polygamist. inine. as it passed in. Well, each maid handed her check to the usher and he called out: 'First door to the right,' or 'Second door to the left,' as the case might be. With hardly an exception those girls turned in the wrong direction; then they'd pause to consider, exclaim: 'We're going the wrong way.' and skurry back again. "This happened so often that I spoke to the usher about it. " 'They always do it,' he replied, laconically. 'I usually point so they'll know the way, but I've neglected to do that to-day. They're all right if they stop to think, but they never do think.' "1 myself know an intelligent young woman who has to make a little mo tion as if she were writing with both hands before she can determine the right one, and she declares that nil her acquaintances are affected in like manner, so. perhaps, this is a general WHEELING IN THE FROZEN NORTH. Oliver Lawson was the first person riding from Dawson City to Skaguay on a bicycle. The entire distance was registered by a cyclometer, v. ith the exception o» 11 boat ride over two lakes, and it was shown to be miles, the first nearl> ac curate measurement recorded. The ritle was accomplished in 14 days. It was not tumid possible to ride all the way, but I.awson believes that with the lakes frozen und the trails packed hard tlie time could be reduced to l'uur or live days. Ihe picture Here given depicts the adventurer's start and how he carried his baggage. feminine failing, and the colored wit ness was unjustly excluded." ItiiiK In Love tiatl Witchcraft. The ring has figured not only in do mestic concerns —in affairs of love and witchcraft —but in church and state. The Greeks of ancient days elevated the ring from a mere bauble to a senti mental distinction, and ever since that time the ring has assumed a signifi cance accorded to no other ariic'e of personal adornment. 15y them it was regarded as a type of eternity, and be came the emblem of stability and af fection. 1110 Janeiro'* llnulhli. The following amusing notice is written in a cemetery at liio .Janeiro in several languages: "Noble mes flames and gentlemen who may desire a dog to follow in this tombyard will not be permission unless drawn bv a cable round him throttle." WHEAT FOR MACARONI. A f'urclisn Indnatrf Which May lit- Sui>|it;<•<! Soon b» Ameri can Wheat. The buren 11 of foreign commerce has received a letter from Mr. James 15. Simpson, of Dallas, Tex., in regard to the wheat which was sent to France to be tested as to its titness for use in the manufacture of maca roni and similar edible pastes. Mr, Simpson says in part: "it has been demonstrated beyond question that all northern Texas is perfectly adapted to the growth of the hard, glutinous wheats now in such great demand in France and Italy. The grain I transmitted through your kindness to Consul Covert, of Lyons, upon analysis shows the value of this hard wheat to Tex as. With the port of Galveston now open, giving us easy access to Mar seilles, this wheat is calculated to revolutionize production here. "But the difficulty lies in this: Our farmers here through negligence have mixed the hard and the starchy wheats, and we find it almost impos sible to obtain the pure hard grain. I did the best I could in sending Consul Covert the two bushels for analysis and in sending- five bushels at your request to the Paris exposition, but all had some grains of soft wheat in it. Tf the farmers here could obtain the Taganrog hard wheat for seed it would be but a few years before Tex as would control the French and Italian markets in this hard wheat." The Notch. This is known sometimes as the Crawford Notch, to distinguish it from others in the vicinity. It is a beautiful and impressive valley between W'illey mountain and Mount Webster, in the White mountains of New Hampshire. It contains the famous Williy house and presents a splendid picture, viewed from the surrounding mountains and hills, Speaking of the view from the top of -Mount Willard, Bayard Taylor said: "As a simple mountain pass, seen from above, it cannot be surpassed in Switzerland. Something like it I have seen in the Taurus, otherwise 1 can recall no view with which to com pare it." Corti'Ki' of tl»t" C'*ar. The czar of Russia's suite consists of 17.'} persons, of whom 73 are general, and 70 extra aids-de-camp. To the suite belong 15 members of the im perial family; 17 princes of not impe rial birth; 17 counts, V) barons and 11' other noblemen. Their nationalities are: 12S Russians, 30 Germans, 0 Finns, 1 Pole, 4 Circassians, 2 Greeks anil 1 Roumanians.
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