6
SUNSHINE AND SHADOW.
Boms pathways through a shadow run.
Shut out by clouds from heaven's warm
sun,
While some on sunny hilltops lie.
Close to the gladness of the sky.
Ah. some In shadow, some In sun!
So has It been since time begun.
Some always have to bear a load
Of care along a dreary road,
From which, on sunny heights, they sm
Those for whose backs no burdens be.
So shall It always be while life
Holds fast to happiness and strife.
But sometime shall a pathway run
Out of the shadow Into the sun,
And valley plodders turn and climb
To sunny heights, In God's good time.
Ah. sometime, somewhere, soon or late—
So, heart of mine. In patience wait!
So come to us whatever may.
Believe God is not far away.
And lift your eyes toward the light
That burns, a beacon, on the height.
By souls who strive the heights ure won—
The shadow leads Into the sun!
—Kben E. Rexford, In Wellspring.
BORN TO SERVEI
By Charles M. Sheldon,
Author of"IN HIS STEPS, " "JOHN KING'S
QUESTION CLASS." "EDWARD
BLAKE,' 1 Etc.
(Copyright, 1900, by Charlaa M. Sheldou.)
CHAPTER V.—CONTINUED.
"I don't call myself a society girl
at all," said Barbara, looking straight
Into Miss Dillingham's face. "1 have
to work for my living."
"No? Do you?" the young woman
asked eagerly. "It must be very in
teresting. Tell me what you do?"
There was not a particle of vulgar
curiosity in the tone or manner, and
Barbara did not feel at all embar
rassed as she answered quietly: "I
arn a servant in Mrs. Ward's house.
The 'hired girl,' some people call
me."
Miss Dillingham had leaned eager
ly toward Barbara in anticipation of
her reply. When it c.-une, she evi
dently did not quite understand it.
"The—the 'hired girl'?"
"Y'es. I do the housework there.
Everything from the marketing to
the dish-washing. I assure you I have
an occupation till day long."
"Miss Clark y; a good cook," Mr.
Morton spoke up as Miss Dillingham
stared at Barbara. "I can speak from
experience, for I have dined at the
Wards'." He smiled frankly and in
perfect ease at Barbara, and she was
grateful to him.
"It must be very—very —hard and—
disagreeable work," Miss Dillingham
stammered, still looking hard at Bar
bara.
"Some of it is," replied Barbara.
"But some parts of housework are
very interesting. It's not all drudg
ery," she added, looking bravely at
Mr. Morton, although she was talking
to Miss Dillingham.
Just then some new guests came
down the stairs, and the three were
pushed into the sitting-room. Miss
Dillingham took advantage of the
movement to excuse herself, and left
Barbara and Mr. Morton together
for a few moments.
"Do you think Miss Dillingham was
a little surprised at your occupation,
Miss Clark?" Mr. Morton asked, look
ing at Barbara intently.
"I think so. Nearly every one is.
Aren't you?" Barbara had not meant
to be so blunt. The question was
uttered before she was aware, and
then she stood more confused than
at any time during the evening.
"Yes, I am," he answered frankly.
"Of course, you are educated and—
refined —and could be—scliool-teaeh
er or—or —a photographer," he add
ed with a smile that somehow re
lieved both of them. "Instead of that
you choose to be » house servant. I
have often wondered why."
Barbara colored. How "often" had
he wondered? But she looked up at
him and then looked down again. His
eyes were very large brown eyes, full
of thought, and Barbara was a little
nfraid of them.
"I had to do something. There
was no school for me, and the stores
did not offer any opportunity for a
living. I chose the work of a servant
because it seemed to me I could at
the same time make a living and do
something for the girls who work
out, because I was one of them."
"And can you, do you think?" he
asked, with great interest. But just
then, to his evident annoyance, one
of those persons who believe in keep
ing people moving on such occasions,
broke in with: "Ah, Morton, so de
lighted to see you. A dozen people
right here want to meet you. Mrs.
Jones, Miss Wainriglit, Miss Wallace
—Mr. Morton."
Mr. Morton turned from Barbara
with a parting look and smile that
•he thought she had a right to re
member all the evening, and met the
persons his friend had mentioned.
"Permit me to introduce Miss
Clark." He presented Barbara to the
company, and she said a few words
tn reply to a word about the evening
or the weather volunteered by one
of the ladies. Then they directed all
their remarks to Mr. Morton; and,
there being no men in the little
group, gradually she found herself
outside the talk; and, as the com
pany crowded together more in the
room, she was separated from the
rest and found herself alone, with
no one to talk to. Mrs. Vane was
in the parlor, and Barbara awkward
ly stood by herself until the pushing
of people gradually moved her up to
a table where she was glad to find
•ome views to look at.
She was turning them over and
thinking of what Mr. Morton had
siuld, when Miss Dillingham came up
again with an elderly lady dressed in
great elegance like the younger
woman.
"Mother wants to meet you, Miss
Clark. She wants to talk over the
Dillinghams."
Miss Dillingham introduced her
mother, stood listening a. few mo
ments and then went away. When
Barbara saw her again she was again
talking 1 animatedly with Mr. Morton.
Once they looked over toward her,
and Barbara was certain she was the
subject of their talk. Evidently Miss
Dillingham was making 1 inquiries
about her.
"My daughter has been tolling mo
that your mother was a Dillingham."
Barbara nodded.
"We feel proud of the Dillinghams,"
the old lady said, emphatically. "It's
an old family with a record. Your
mother was related to the Washing
ton county branch."
Barbara told her, adding a little
proudly: "Mother is first cousin to
the RadcliiTs." The minute she said
it she wished she hadn't; it looked
like an obvious attempt to gain a
point socially. Mrs. Dillingham re
garded Barbara with added respect.
"The Howard Itaacliffs?"
"Yes. The governor is mother's
nephew."
"Gov. IJadelifT?"
"Yes," Barbara answered.
She was vexed with herself now for
mentioning the fact, and her vexation
was increased by remembering an
other fact, that during all her father's
financial reverses the Raddiffs had
coldly refused to help, and had been
to some extent responsible for her
father's final losses. She could have
bitten her tongue at the thought of
her silly eagerness to let this old lady
know that she was somebody.
Mrs. Dillingham was looking at her
with the greatest possible respect.
Evidently the first cousinship and the
Howard Radcliff connection were con
nections of the highest importance.
"Your father is dead, Alice tells me.
Then you are living with your moth
er?" She did not wait to give Barbara
time to answer, but said: "You must
come and see us. I shall be glad to call
on your mother, if you will give me the
address."
Barbara gave her the street and
number, and then, looking straight
into her face, said: "Did Miss Dilling
ham tell you anything else about me?"
It had begun to dawn on Barbara that
for reasons not quite clear the daugh
ter had not told the mother that Bar
bara was a house servant.
"Why, no. Is there anything more?"
Mrs. Dillingham asked in a tone she
never used except to persons who
were her social equals. "Are you re
lated to royalty?"
"Y'es, 1 don't know but I am," re
plied Barbara, flushing proudly, a
sense of the divinity of service almost
overwhelming her even before that
gorgeous figure standing so distinct
ly for the world's fashion and wealth.
"I am a servant."
"How? What is that?" Mrs. Dill
ingham was puzzled. She stared at
Barbara.
"You asked if I was related to roj'al
ty. The Son of God was a servant. I
am one of God's children in the faith.
And I told your daughter that I am
"MISS CLAKK IS A GOOD COOK," SAID
MORTON.
obliged to work out for a living. I am
in Mrs. Ward's house."
"0!" Then Mrs. Dillingham was
silent, and there was an embarrass
ing moment.
"Well—" began the old lady, slowly,
"I don't see that that fact makes you
any less a Dillingham, or a Radcliff."
"She's bravely standing by her Dill
inghams," Barbara said to herself,
and she began to admire the old lady.
"I suppose not," she said, aloud.
"But I thought you ought to know.
And then—"
"Then I could call on your mother
or not, eh?" the old lady said, sharply.
"Yes, and recall your invitation to
me," added Barbara, smiling.
"Invitation?"
"Your invitation to call."
"I shall be glad to see you any time,"
said Mrs. Dillingham, gravely.
"Still, you would a little rather I
wouldn't?" Barbara asked, quickly.
The old lady colored. "Of course,
the situation is unusual. I don't know
why you're working out. Girls do
such queer things nowadays. Is it in
order to try the real affection of so'fne
young man, and get a husband for
your own sake?"
"I never thought of that," replied
Barbara, laughing. "No," and she
became grave again in a moment. "I
have no great choice in the matter. I
am working out because no other po
sition offered at the time and we are
poor. I have to do something for a
living."
"If you do pet, a husband while you
are a servant, he will probably be a
brave and a good man. Now, my girl
tells me she is never certain of any
suitor, whether it is she or \>er money
that is wanted." The old lady looked
wistfully at Barbara, and then add
ed: "1 admire your pluck, my dear
It is a Dillingham trait. Don't forget
this: Blood is thicker than water. I
believe Alice would do what you're
doing if she had to."
"Would she?" Barbara did not u»y
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1901.
it, but. simply thought it, wondering
ly, as she looKed over at the splendid
ly-dressed young woman still talking
with so much earnestness with Mr.
Morton. And as she looked she could
not help a feeling' of jealousy at the
thought of this proud, handsome girl
with her secure social position.
Mrs. Dillingham was moving l away.
Barbara suddenly reproached herself
with a lack of courtesy.
"I want to thank you, Mrs. Dilling
ham. I appreciate your —your—
treatment of me."
"You didn't expect it, eh? But Mrs.
Vane and I are eccentrics. You
won't find any others here. We ex
haust the material. There's a good
deal of nonsense about money and
position, llut family—that's another
thing. Princes have had to cook.
Look at King Alfred. And he made a
bad job of it, too. I'm sure you do
better than he did. Don't forget
you're a Dillingham." And she left
Barbara alone again.
In a few minutes Mrs. Vane found
her.
"Are you enjoying it?" she asked.
"Yes, I've had an interesting tim»
so far," Barbara answered, truth
fully.
"I just saw Mrs. Dillingham talk
ing to you. What did she say?"
Barbara told her briefly.
"Umph! She's of good blood. We
don't agree in theology, but I like
her for her good sense in other
things. But, as she says, there are
not many others like us. Let me in
troduce Mr. Somers, and M'ss Wilkes,
and Airs. Rowland. Excuse me. I
must goto Mr. Morton. I can't let
Miss Dillingham monopolize him all
the evening."
The new group to which Barbara
had been introduced regarded her
variously. Mr. Somers remarked that
it was a warm evening. Mrs. Row
land nodded and said nothing, and
presently turned to speak to some
one else. Miss Wilkes coldly stared
at Barbara, and in answer to l!ar«
bara's remark about some feature of
the gathering she said: "Yes," and,
as a young man went by, she turned
her back diVectly on Barbara and be
gan chatting volubly to the young
man. Barbara remembered at that
instant that Miss Wilkes was one of
the young women Mrs. Ward had in
troduced her to the last Sunday
morning she was at church. The
Wilkes family sat directly in front of
the Wards.
There was no one left but Mr.
Somers; and he was saying, as Bar
bara recovered from Miss Wilkes' di
rect snubbing: "Have you met that
Miss Clark that Mrs. Vane has invited
here to-night? They say she's a
mighty interesting girl, and she
works uot, too. Some people think
Mrs. Vane carries things too far to
invite hired girls to her house. That's
one of the things that makes it in
teresting to come here. You never
know who's going to be here. Like a
kind of a grab-bag, you know. Don't
know whether you're going to grab
a bag of peanuts' or a blank. Lots of
blanks in society, don't you think?"
"I don't know; I haven't been out
very much," replied Barbara, demure
ly. She looked at Mr. Somers with
interest, lie was a tall young man in
a regulation dress suit, and there was
a look of good nature about him that
Barbara rather liked.
"Well, I should like to meet that
Miss Clark. Jjhe's probably more in
teresting than most of the society
girls. Do you know her? Do you see
her anywhere'/"
"I'm Miss Clark," said Barbara, and
at the sudden look of surprise on Mr.
Somers' face she burst out laughing,
and he finally joined her feebly.
"The joke is on me, of course. But
I never heard your name. Why don't
people speak up when they introduce
folks on these occasions? It might
save trouble occasionally. Do you
recollect if I said anything in front
of your face that I might have said
behind your back?"
"You said I was an 'interesting
girl,' " replied Barbara, still laughing
at Mr. Somers, who mopped perspira
tion plentifully.
"Well, you are; at least, so far,"
said Mr. Somers, looking at Barbara
doubtfully. He seemed embarrassed,
as if he did not know just what to
talk about; and Barbara, who was
perfectly self-possessed, helped him
out by asking him to tell her who
different people were.
Mr. Somers, who evidently went
out a great deal, eagerly took advan
tage of the opening to give Barbara
several biographical sketches.
'.'That old lady over there is Mrs.
Reed. She's the richest woman in
Crawford. That young man leaning
on the piano is Judge Wallace's son.
He's good-looking and knows it. That
little thin lady in the blue dress,
talking with Airs. Dillingham, is the
most interesting person in the house,
present company excepted. Her hus
band lost every cent she had in the
topaz mines out in Arizona last year,
and shot himself at the bottom of
one of 'em. That's Morton, the new
preacher in Marble Square. They say
he can preach people out of the
soundest sleep known to the oldest
inhabitant in Crawford. He's giitcd
and not bad-looking. We are said to
resemble each other. The person
right behind you is Miss Cambridge."
"What were you saying about me,
Mr. Somers?" inquired a very plain
looking girl very nicely dressed, turn
ing suddenly around.
Mr. Somers was disconcerted, but
only for a moment.
"I was going to say you were the
handsomest girl in the house except
Miss Dillingham," said Mr. Somers,
gravely. "Let me introduce Miss
Ulark, Miss Cambridge."
Miss Cambridge shook hands with
Barbara, and said in a low tone: "Mrs.
Vane has told me about you." She
seemed to want to meet Barbara, and
Mr. Somers turned away with a pleas
ant word of regret at the interrup
tion; but Barbara could not avoid the
impression that he was rather re-
lieved than otherwise not to hav« to
take her into refreshments.
"Will you go with me?" Miss Cam
bridge asked, and Barbara gladly con
sented. The refreshment-room was
filled except two seats. They went
over to them, and it was not until they
were seated that Barbara saw that
Mr. Morton was next to her with Miss
Dillingham beside him.
"You are having a pleasant evening,
I hope?" Mr. Morton found time to say
while conversation languished a little.
"Yes," replied Barbara.
"I hope to know something some
time of the results of your effort to
ennoble service," lie said with earnest
ness. Barbara knew the great, kind,
brown eyes were looking straight at
her. She raised her own and looked
into his face. She wondered at her
courage as she did so. For it took
courage to do it.
"I don't think I shall do anything
Ure*W" Mid.
m I Ofciafc s>ea v3O, n fco replied, quiet
ly. "1 tJsHQ fpwA tisJsih im that kind of
Ufa."
Tbara Wi so eyyortunity for any
thin? nova, ktaft Barbara cherished
itititti iff '? BP
II ' i J* '
J
"I AM MISS CLARK."
the few words as if they were of the
utmost importance.
After they came out of the refresh
ment-room something separated her
from Miss Cambridge, who had not
proved as much interested as Barbara
had imagined she might be; and again
she was left to herself. For the first
time during the evening she began to
notice that she was attracting consid
erable attention. Standing in the cor
ner by the door of the conservatory,
she could not help hearing some one
say: "Mrs. Vane has no right togo
such lengths. It is the last time I ac
cept any of her invitations. The idea
of inviting hired girls to gatherings
like this! It is simply an insult to all
the guests!"
"But the girl seems well-behaved
enough," said a male voice.
"Very pretty, too," said another.
"It may be, but it's no place for her.
It's an unheard-of thing for Mrs. Vane
to do. She's done some very queer
things, but this is the worst."
"I don't know," spoke up a voice
that Barbara recognized as belonging
to Mr. Somers. "A well-behaved 'hired
girl' is less objectionable than a
drunken count. That's what we had
at Newport last winter at the Lynd
hursts'. But then, I suppose he 'knew
his place' all right."
[To Be Continued.]
Winduni'a Wliinpor.
Don't complain when doing distaste
ful work; do it quickly and be done
with it.
The world takes more notice of your
joys than it does of your sorrows.
There is no use trying to force peo
ple into believing you are better than
your fellowmen.
Fair dealing oftentimes is made to
appear in the light of generosity.
It is a mistake to suppose that a
sorrowful aspect will be accepted as
piety.
Ostentatious display of religious
fervor frequently is nothing more
than hypocrisy glossed.
A man who is loud in his declara
tions of poverty is not always an ob
ject of charity.
Extravagance always forgets that
pay day will come some time.
The sigh in the heart deadens the
brilliancy of the smile on the face.
If your burden be heavy it can be
borne by thinking how much heavier
is the burden of some one else.—Phila
delphia Bulletin.
MlKplaced Confidence,
Sir Courtenay Boyle was one of the
best dinner companions imaginable.
He had more excellent stories than
would fill half a d-ozen big volumes.
One of them was of a stutterer who
called at a poulterer's shop for some
turkeys. "Some are t-tough and
some are t-tender?" he queried of the
shopman, who admitted the soft im
peachment. "I-I s-suppose there is a
d-differenee in the price?" the cus
tomer remarked, only to be informed
that his supposition was wrong. "I-I
k-keep a b-boys* school," he said;
"would you in-mind p-picking out
t-the tough ones?" The shopman, with
a wink, separated the tough ones
from the tender ones, and once more
the customer asked if no difference
could be made in the price. The poul
terer was sorry that it was impos
sible; and he was sorry, too, no doubt,
when the customer said: "Then I'll
take the tender ones!"— St. James'
Gazette.'
Decidedly t'p to Date.
"Is she an up-to-date girl?" he re
peated. "Is she? Well, rather. Why,
do you know what she did?"
"What?"
"Well, sir, when the young man to
whom she was engaged began to show
indications of a desire to reconsidei
she went into court and applied for ai
injunction to restrain him fron
breaking the engagement."—Chicag<
Post.
TOLI) OF ROOSEVELT.
Stories Illustrating the Character
of Our New President.
lie IM nil Approaclinlile Mnn nnil Din
plnyN Genuine Cordiality in Hi*
1111 ud mli 111* e—ll>- Mature lie
IM U Fighter,
Anecdotes in which President Roose
velt figures as the star are almost as
numerous as those told of Lincoln.
Possessing a striking personality, and
having a habit of doing «nd saying
things out of the ordinary, his words
and deeds are always interesting.
President Roosevelt is not only an
approachable man, but he displays a
cordiality toward people he meets
that makes a lasting impression.
When one is introduced to Mr. Roose
velt he cannot help feeling that he is
an object of no little interest to hi.ru.
The new acquaintance goes away feel
ing that the greeting was not one of
a mere formality. If he has had a
j story to tell he knows that it has been
heard and absorbed. A new page at
the state capitol took his first note to
Roosevelt when governor with fear
and trembling. Thoughts of the
greatness of the man he was to see
overwhelmed him. When he reap
peared from the governor's office after
delivering the note he was all smiles,
and to another page he remarked en
thusiastically: "Say, ain't Teddy a
peach?" This is not a familiarity.
That same boy would run seven miles
J for Mr. Roosevelt and be willing to
punch the boy who said anything dis
respectful. He entered the governor's
presence expecting to be overawed, he
cam out with the impression that he
had known him for a longtime and was
glad of it.
Mr. Roosevelt's interest in animals is
almost as great as in man. lie was
walking from the capitol at Albany
one day, accompanied by a friend,
when he noticed two sturdy but tired
horses striving to haul a heavy load
up the ice-covered street. One slipped.
Immediately Mr. Roosevelt stopped,
and, with an absorbed expression on
his face that he shows when deeply in
terested, watched the horse regain his
feet. The horses stumbled again on
PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT.
(From the Latest Photograph of Our New
Chief Executive.)
the ice. "Stop a moment," Roosevelt
said to the driver. "Drive sideways."
The driver did not recognize the gov
ernor. He was about to say something
unpleasant when the governor caught
his eye. Then the man zigzagged his
horses up the hill past the ice with
never a word. The grim look on
Roosevelt's face disappeared just as
quickly as it came, and the next min
ute he had tipped his hat to a little
child who saluted in true military
fashion.
Roosevelt is by nature a fighter.
He has all the stubborn tenacity that
was inherited with his Dutch blood,
coupled with almost a Celtic willing
ness to combat anyone or anything,
anyhow or anywhere he deems prop
er and necessary. When he fought
against two parties to push through
the bills giving Controller Coler, of
New York, the right to pass upon
prices paid by departments for
goods purchased and supervision in
the confession of judgments the
lenders of his party came to him and
said:
"Governor, you are building up a
powerful rival to you for next fall."
"Maybe so," he replied, "but he is
right and he's going to have those
bills if I can get them through for
him." And he got them through.
While a police commissioner in
New York city, Mr. Roosevelt did not
depend on the reports of his sub
ordinates to learn whether his or
ders were being obeyed and that the
reforms he recommended were being
carried out, but pursued the simple,
effective method of personally visit
ing the patrolmen of the force on
their beats at night. On one of these
trips he found two policemen drink
ing in a saloon. "Is this the way you
do your duty?" he asked, quietly.
Neither of the officers had seen the J
commissioner before and they took
him for some prying stranger.
"What's that to you?" replied one of
the men. "Get out of here or we
will throw you out." Mr. Roosevelt
did not get out. Nor did he lose his
temper, lie replied in the same
quiet voice: "No, I will not go out.
I am Police Commissioner Roosevelt,
and I am looking for men like you
who do not obey my orders. Come
to my office to-morrow." The men
apologized, but it was of no use.
They called at the commissioner's
bfiice the next day and were reduced.
NEW PORTO RICAN SEAL.
deled After Old Spnnlnli < onl-of.
ArniM. Hut Supplied with u
JifH Motto.
Pr>rto Rico has resolved to mark it*
adoption as a colony of the United
Slates by the adoption of a sea 1. To
that end a committee was appointed,
including the governor and secretary
of the .island, who in turn appealed for
advice and aid to Mr. Gaillard Hunt,
the chief authority on the great seal of
the United States, and author of the
historical monograph on the subject.
The old seal of I'orto Rico, granted by
Spain about the middle of the six
teenth century, presented three lead
ing features: A rock in the ocean, th»
THE PORTO RICAN SEAL.
(Modeled After the Old-Time Spanish Coat
of Arms.)
lamb of St. John and designs of th«»
Spanish flag and castle. The commit
tee wished to retain as much as pos
sible of this historic relic, but was
compelled at last to let most of it go.
The shape of the shield, however, was
retained, and also the rock, after being
so remodeled as to copy, with some
exaggeration, the contour of the is
land as it appears to the voyager be
fore entering the harbor of San Juan.
Behind the rock is shown the rising
sun.
The choice of a crest, says World's
Work, presented the next difficulty.
No heraldic animal was suggested as
having a peculiar local significance,
except the game cock, whose present
popularity the government is doing its
best to suppress. The native flora
was thoroughly sifted with a view to
finding a suitable tree. The mango
was rejected because it too strong iy
resembles an oak, and the palm be
cause its trunk is too snake-like. The
bust of Columbus was next consid
ered, and, though acceptable from a
heraldic point of view, it was disap
pointing inartistic effect. One of his
caravels, however, conveyed so hiappy
a suggestion of his work and made so
striking a figure above the shield that
it was adopted without more ado.
When it came to the motto the com
mittee decided that Spanish was out
of the question, since the new official
language of the island was English,
and English, because it was such an
unknown tongue to most of the peo
ple, so, following the prevalent prac
tice in armorial achievements, Latin
was chosen. Mr. Hunt entered into
correspondence with several of the
most eminent Latinists and general
scholars in the country. Of the mot
toes submitted by them the most poet
ical had for its central thought the
idea of a star shining brightly in the
heart of the sea; but this was open to
the objection that the star .is with us
the recognized symbol of statehood, a
condition to which Porto Rico has not
attained. The successful suggestion
presently came from a Washington
woman, and, almost simultaneously,
from Dr. David J. Hill, assistant secre
tary of state. It is from Ovid: "Pros
pera lux oritur," literally, "A happy
day is dawning." It is especially ap*
propriate to the device of the sun ris
ing over a flushed sea.
AMUSEd GOTHAMITES.
The till Riitnte, Said to Re the Small-,
eat Real Kiitate Holding in the
United Statex.
What is said to be by all odds t.he
smallest real estate holding on record
is a tiny triangular piece of ground at
INTERESTING DIAGRAM.
(Showing Comparative Size of Straw Hal
and Uhl Estate.)
the corner of One Hundred and Forty
ninth street and Third avenue in New
York city. It measures exactly a
inches by 12 inches. So small is the
property that an ordinary straw hal
will cover twice as much space, and yet
an offer of SOOO has been made for it,
while the executors of the so-calleil
Uhl estate, of which this is the prin
cipal asset, are holding it at a figurs
of SI,OOO. The tiny lot was created by
the widening of One Hundred and For
ty-ninth street, which cut off practic
ally all the Uhl lot, leaving only this mi
nute triangle. Much of its present
value is purely fictitious, being based
on the desire of an advertising firm to
get possession of the spot for the erec
tion of an advertising pyramid. At
present the so-called Uhl estate is one
of the chief centers of iuterest in the
borough of lJronx. Everybody knows
the exact location, and many strangers
come across the llariem river tog« t *
glimpse of it.