6 LOVE IS LAW, Roughly In the walls of time Progress rings Its runic rhyme! But the human heart doth feel More than wisdom can reveal; And the force that bafHes fate On proud knowledge doesn't wait. For, through all the storied strife Of the onward sweep of life There's a power that thrills tho living throng That moves each soul with an undylrg song! 0 harbinger of rare delight! •O revealer of the right! In material-burdened space Never wert thou given place! Yet dost thou light each darkened way. Thou soul-flame and celestial ray! Ruler over good and ill Stronger than the strongest will. Thou art the Law of Eove that ever pleads For higher living and for helpful deeds. Long In labyrinthine ways, Through the quick recurring days, One procession works and waits By life's outward swinging gates! And wherever smoke ascends. And wherever faith defends, Lo, a spirit flames above All the toiling—it is Love! The love that lives In one who gives His life to help all humankind; Who labors late With purpose great Tha ways of happiness to bind. Love is law! the human heart Keels it e'en in busy mart! Where worship is. wlure sacrifice Conceals its.lt by str. i.g device. There this law of life prevails, Ar.d no true love ever fails; Work is but the outward show Of the feeling hid bcluw- Wbo hopes for peace and dreams of broth erhood Molds Love to be the only guide to good. Change that In material things Beauty from the barren brings. In the soul-world serves to show Character from failure grow; And the histories of place, Annals of each buried race. Wise tradition, dear and old, Are as naught, till Love be told. When from the heart this ruling force shall fly What matters life or death if duty die? Lo, the motive In good deed. And the leaven In each creed, Strength of arm and help of hand, I'lenteous increase In the land. Temples builded, public weal. Words that doubting sorrow heal. The truth that's told on printed page And all the uplift of an age. Are but the light Of Love's great might That through man's progress ever flows; And will Is vain If conscience reign Not in the life that merely knows. —Charles W. Stevenson, in N. Y. Observer. / v The Trouble on the Torolito. BY FRANCIS LYNDE. CHA PTER XIY.—CONTINUED. His smile was inscrutable. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll go ou with the dirt-washing on my placer claim." "But you can't; your bar's gone." The mysterious smile held its own. "It's a pretty spiteful wind that blows nobody good, Jack. As you say, the bar's gone, but there is an other one formed just below. I went tip there and washed out a few pan fuls to-day, and this is what I found." He showed me a handful of dull, yellow nuggets from the size of a mustard seed to that of a pea. "Then you've struck it rich at last! 1 congratulate you, my dear boy." "Thanks; though it may not be a bonanza—probably isn't. But maybe there'll be enough to stand us all on our feet again. If there is anything In it, I'm going into the stock busi ness." "You're in that now, aren't you?" "No; the other kind of stock. The Glenlivat people will be mighty tired when they hear of this, and they'll sell out cheap, most of them. I want to buy and own 51 per cent, of the stock. If there is ever another syn dicate in the Torolito it'll be Angus llacpherson & Co." "Good; and the company?" "You know who the company will be; and that's where you come in. You've got to think up some scheme to take care of her while I'm making the turn." "It is already thought up, proposed and accepted. She goes with me to my sister in Denver, poco tiempo." ".lack, old man, you're a god in the car!"—he wrung my hand till I winced. "If you go off and die be fore you see me through on this, I'll never forgive you." "If I die, I'll leave it as a bequest to Letitia, and she will see you through, filie is a born matchmaker, as you have occasion to know, if my memory serves me." "Oh, you be d—d!" said Mac, his eyes filling. He had not sworn at me for many days, and it was hearten ing. "When will you go?" "To-morrow, if you'll lend us the team and the buckboard. Neither of xis have more than the clothes we stand in, you know." He was silent for a good while, and then he said: "May I go up to the house and see iier?—just for a minute? You can <3o the chaperon act." "No." "For a half-minute, then?" "No. We both know the circum stances, and that she can't really mourn him. But we mustn't forget Ahat, he was her husband." "That's so. Good-by, and God bless you, old man." He wrung my band again, and was gone; and I did not. return to the farm house until I had fairly lost sight of his broad back at the turn of the road. And 011 the morrow we left the scarred valley, Winifred and I, and caught the train at the Fort, and were welcomed with open arms by Letitia, who was so grateful for the added odd pounds of flesh that i brought back in my proper person thnt she was lovingly gracious to c.Lk, AfctfcUlj M come to hope more for me, and to love the schoolmistress for her own sake, my part was still harder to play; for, as 1 have hinted, my sister is a born maker of matches. Indeed, J may as well confess that 1 should have made a sorry failure of it if I had not warned Letitia off by telling her the truth, and so made her Mac plierson's advocate instead of mine. Long before the snows came lo stop the work on the placer bar, Ali ens fulfilled his own prophecy. I acted as his broker in Denver, and went gunning from time to time for Glenlivat stock. It was pot-hunting, for the greater part. The stock holders were only too willing to be out of it at any price, and the last block of stock cost lis little more than the transfer fee. Angus was jubilant, as he had a right to be; and when he was once more the king of the Torolito, he wrote me at length, detailing his plans. There was to be a new house, and a great stock farm with ancestored beasts, and a few more settlers picked and chosen from among our friends, for all of which the placer bar promised lo be re sponsible—and kept its promise. The spring was well afoot on the eastern plains when next we saw the sheltered valley nestling between its snow-crowned mountains, and trav ersed by the sparkling waters of the Torolito. But for the lower sweep of the snow-caps, it might have seemed but days instead of months since we left, it together, Winifred and I. We had driven up from the fort, she to take her summer school again, so Letitia had assured me, and 1 to try if the dry upland air might give me yet another reprieve and a little longer lease of life. It was high noon when we emerged from th cliff-shadowed portal of the Six-Mile and looked once more upon the scene which had grown dear to both of us. Winifed drew a long breath and her eyes were shining. I had thought her beautiful before, but the winter in Denver, with the crushing burden lifted forever, had made her more than beautiful. "The dear old valley!" she said. "It is like coming home to get back to it. Is that Mr. Maepherson's new house?" The old ranch house was no more. In its place 011 the knoll to the north ward stood a modern low-roofed country house, many gabled, and j built of the bright lava stone of the j hog-back. As we looked, a man mounted at the door-stotie and rode at a gallop toward us. I thrust the butt of the whip among the parcels on the buckboard and succeeded in dislodging one of them. It was Wini fred's smaller handbag, and it was well to the rear in the dust of the road when Angus met us. "Good boy!" I exclaimed. "You project your welcome into space, don't you? Will you lend me your horse and take my place? I've lost one of valises, and if you'll drive Miss Sanborn I'll ride back for it." I know not if my transparent sub terfuge were suspected. And I doubt if either of them questioned or eared, so long as they could be together. We made the exchange quickly, and Angus pointed the team toward the house on the knoll. "We'll wait dinner for you," he said. "I have Aunt Richmond here to do the honors, and you can own the ranch as long as you'll stay." I looked into Winifred's eyes and found there my warrant for a retort in kind. "We shall see about that, later. I'd like to have my*invitation from the chatelaine of a house where I'm "SHE GOES WITH ME TO MY SIS TERS." supposed to quarter myself indefin itely." It was a liberal half-hour later when I rode up to the veranda of the country house with the lost valise at the saddle-horn. There was no one in sight save Connolly, the ex-troop er, who nodded affably and grinned and* took the horse. "You'll foind thim on the pinzzy beyant," he said, with a wink and a leer, and the unfettered freedom of the great west large within him. "It's forgetting yez entirely by this toimc, they'll be." . But they had not forgotten me; and when I mounted the steps it was Winifred who came to meet me, put ting her hands in mine and blushing with sweet shyness, with Angus only a lame second. "You said you wanted an invita tion, Mr. Halcott," she said, archly. "You are very welcome to Torovista; to come and go and stay as our near est and truest friend." I looked from one to the other of them and gasped, and my heart sank a little in spite of me. Even when one has been working ami praying for some certain end the seal of fruition and irrevocability may come with a trying shock. But my part was still to play, and I played it. "Is —isn't this rather sudden? . Xiue, L .i.etl to give yon as mucli CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1902. time as 1 could—if I'd known yon were coming to meet tis, Angus, I I should have knocked the valise off miles farther back." Angus roared. "I wish I had half the nerve you give me credit for," he laughed. "We stole a march on you and did it by mail, long ago. There is to be a wedding in this shack to-night, and you're to give the bride away. Why don't you say something?" There be times when the grave diggers are busy, and the heart is too full for speech; and if at the mo ment I said no more than the hol low nothings that such occasions de mand, it must be forgiven me. None the less, when the time came, I gave her to Angus, freely and without re serve. That was five years ago; and since 1 can look back upon it now with steadfast eyes, realizing that what is is always best—her happiness and his, and the love of little Joan, my name-child, have been my recom pense for my undivided share in tho trouble on the Torolito. (THE END.) USED HIS TALENT. An Imperunloua French Noble Who I'rotlted hy ilia Ability to Muke Snlnda. M. Brillat-Savarin, in his Memoirs of his time, gives the history of several of the French nobles who fled to England to escape the guillotine. Among those who found themselves penniless and without profession or craft by which to earn their bread was a Comte d'Al bignac of old and noble family. One day, while seated in a cafe in London, three or four young English noblemen sat down at a neighboring table to dine. Presently one of thetn came to him and said: "Monsieur, I have heard that all Frenchmen excel in making a salad. Will you do us th# favor of mixing one for us?" D'Albignac hesitated, but then gayly sat down with them and prepared the salad. He had great skill. The men ate with enthusiasm, and exchanged cards with him at parting. I!ut one of them with the card pressed a sovereign into his hand. D'Albignac trembled with rage, but a quick second thought kept him silent. He was a nobleman. None of his race had ever earned money. But why should he not earn money? He had this little art:; why not use it to make his bread? Was it not more honorable than to live, as many of his fellow refugees were doing, on the charity of their friends? He bowed to the com pany and put the sovereign in his pocket. The next day he was asked togo to a large mansion where a dinner-party was to be given, to dress the salads. His salads became the fashion. He was summoned to every large entertain ment, and his skill enabled him to charge large sums. He remained in London for a few years, and then, with his savings, returned to France, bought a small estate in Limousin, re sumed his rank, and lived comfortably for the rest of his life. •She Wan Too Smart. Two years ago an American woman, visiting the south of France in the spring, heard a good deal of talk about a certain Countess of Killar ney, who was also on a visit. She looked the unknown up in a peerage to see who she was and discovered that, in the words of the immortal Mrs. Prig, "there ain't no sich per son." Full of triumph, she waited until the conversation turned on Lady Killarney, and then she brought out a thunderbolt—the woman was an impostor, there was no Lady Kil larney, and she was downright sorry that her friends were taken in. There was a pause. Then a smile began to appear, and one of the ladies re marked, sweetly: "Don't you really know that 'Countess of Killarney' is the incognito of the duchess of York?" As the duchess of York is the wife of King Edward's son, heir apparent to the British throne, there was one American woman who wished she had not been so smart.— Troy Times. Amenities in Ilenn Nnnh'a Day. One day Beau Nash joined some fine ladies in a grove, and, asking one of them, who was crooked, whence she came, she replied: "Straight from London." "Confound me, madam," said he, "then you must have been damnably warped by the way." She soon, however, had am ple revenge. The following evening he joined her company, and, with a sneer and a bow, asked her if she knew her catechism, and could tell him the name of Tobit's dog. "His name, sir, was Nash," replied the lady, "and an impudent dog he was." —San Francisco Argonaut. Somcuhat Liieertaiia, "And yet there are people who claim that a woman really knows what she wants," he remarked as he put down his paper. "What's the matter now?" she asked. "1 have just been reading the matri monial career of Mrs. Snell-Coffin-Cof fin-Walker-Coffin-Sne 11," he answered. —Chicago Post. I iino pit rn l>lc. "Oo! Oo!" exclaimed Johnnny, on his first visit to church, "what's that?" "'Sh," said his mamma, "that's the organ." "My! Is that an organ? It must be an awful big monkey that goes with that."—Philadelphia Press. Hi* Ortliouriipliic Statu*. "Spell chicken," said a I'aola teacher to a boy in the primary class. "I can't do it, ma'am—l ain't got that far along," said the boy, "but I can spell 'egg.'"—Kansas City Jour nal. MISS MABEL HANNA, "" 1 ! : -7' -#3 hjzr** jags *r•- ,j* $ The engagement of Miss Mabel, oldest daughter of Senator and Mrs. Marcus A. Ilanna, to Harry A. Parsons, of Cleveland, 0., has just been announced. Mr. Par sons is now occupying a clerical position in Washington, obtained th.'ough the in fluence of Senator Ilanna, and is a frequent visitor at the Lafayette square resi dence of the family. By reason of her delicate health the eldest daughter of the Ohio Senator takes little part in ordinary social affairs, hence Is not as well known as her younger sister. Miss Ituth, who is one of the favorites In the younger Wash ington social set. A MODEL HOTEL CLERK. He IIn» a Phenomenal Memory and ill* Cheery Manners Gludden Ilia Uneata. The hotel clerk stood behind his little bar, and, one after another, the guests arrived. Thus, smiling af fably, did the hotel clerk handle them, says the Philadelphia Record. "Mr. A., I'm glad to see you. Will you have your old room, 304, again? Good! It's vacant, fortunately. How do you do, Mr. B? There are five letters waiting for you. I rather expected you to-night, so I had a fire built in the open grate in 172. You are still fond of open grates, I suppose? Mr. C., you are just in time. Wt} engaged a new pastry cook yesterday, and the boss said he hoped you would be along soon to pass judgment on him. Would you like 289 again? All right. Front! 289. Hullo, Mr. D.! I didn't think you'd visit us this winter. One of your men told us about your ty phoid fever siege. I think you're looking mighty well, all things con sidered." Very wonderful was the hotel clerk's memory, and very pleasant was the effect of it upon the faces of the guests. Their worn and har ried look vanished; they smiled; it delighted them to be welcomed so agreeably. And thus does the typ ical hotel clerk of the big city con duct himself always, doing more by his tremendous memory and tremen dous tact than any other employe to help his boss get rich. The IleMt Hello City. Ran Francisco seems to be the best telephone city in the world. With a population of 342,782 there are 21,324 ZAMBESI BRIDGE OF CAPE AND CAIRO RAILWAY. The construction of the Cape of Cairo railway northward from Bulawayo toward the Zambesi river, a distance of about 300 miles, has already commenced. The illus tration shows the gorge through which the Zambesi flows, a short distance below the Victoria falls, and the proposed bridge will carry the railway over the tor rent. The drawing of the bridge, which is to be constructed of one span of GOO feet in length, and at a height of 400 feet above the water, has been prepared from a detailed design by the engineers of the railroad. It will be one of the remarkable bridges of the world. telephones, or 02 per 1,000. In Europe, Copenhagen is probably the best tel ephoned city, with 15,311 telephones to its 312,859 of population, equal to 49 per 1,000. In Copenhagen, too, the best conditions for the public exist, although the rates are relatively as high as those in American cities. Lon don compares very unfavorably with these figures. At the beginning of this year there were 41,111 telephones to a population of more than 5,500,- 000, or a proprtion of 7 to every 1,000 people. New York, with a population of 2,350,000, had 54,047 instruments, or 20 per 1,000. Female Labur In France, Over one-third of the manufac tured goods which are made in France are the products of female labor. Defective Grammar in i'lneland, The archbishop of Canterbury says that England is Buffering from de fective grammar. CLING TO BITS OF LAND. Town* In India Tlmt Neither France Nor I'urtuKnl W ill Surrender Claims To. Portugal owns Goa, a territory hav ing an area of over 1,000 square miles, beside Damaun, to the north of li'jm bay, and Diu, off the Guzerat coast. The French flag' floats over I'ondi* cherry, on the Coromandel coast, and, in addition, she possesses Chanderna gore, on the banks of the Ilooghly, 17 miles north of Calcutta; Karikal, a small and swampy settlement in the Cauvery delta; Yanaon, near the mouth of the Godavery river, and Ma hee, a small town on the opposite coast of the peninsula. None of these possessions are of any practical use to their respective own ers, while to England they would be of considerable value. Yet neither nation will part with any of them for any consideration whatever, says Stray Stories. After a similar fashion France watches from the islets of St. I'ierre and Miquelon, in the gulf of St. Law rence, the opposite shores that once were hers. A round £ 10,000,000 was once offered to France by liritain for these two rugged masses of granite, but the offer was refused with dis dain. PROFANITY OVER THE 'PHONE There In I.CJI* of It I'led Now Than Formerly and More Patience Manifested. "There isn't nearly as much swear ing over the 'phone as there used to be," said a girl recently in a telephone exchange. "I've been at 'central' now for a good many years—more years than 1 like to think about sometimes —and I am in a position to speak with authority of this apparent change for the better in public morals. I don't think it is because men are less ad dieted to profanity, but because they are getting used to the 'phone, and are more patient. It used to be that business men would brook no delay, and would not understand why they shouldn't be treated with the utmost consideration. Then they would swear. Now they are educated tip to the thing, and are more inclined to be pa tient." Women's Trade Tnioim. One of the strongest centers of trade unionism among women is in Denmark. The number of women or ganized in trade unions in that coun try is 7,243, of whom 5,244 live in Co penhagen. Their organizations em brace 14 trades, and include about a quarter of the women wage, earners of the country. They are best or ganized in the bookbinding, textile and tobacco trades- PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. Abernethy declared that the best time to eat was, for a rich man, when he could got appetite, and, for a poor man, when he could get food. Dr. Temple, Ihe archbishop of Can terbury, declares that it is not a bail tiling for boys to light occasionally, provided there is no feeling of malice A man in Baltimore, convicted ol shutting up three horses in a stable without food for ten days, was fined live dollars and costs and "severely lectured" by the judge. The poor, starving beasts had eaten the bot tom out of their troughs. It was pleaded that it was the man's first offense of the kind. Russell Sage employs a "bouncer" nowadays—-u giant who stands within reach of everyone admitted to the aged millionaire's private office. Th>» other day a man while talking to Mr. Sage reached for his hip pocket. The bouncer had him in an iron grip in about a second. The man was only reaching for a handkerchief. The staff of the Harvard college ob servatory presented Prof. E. C. Pick ering with a silver loving cup, in rec ognition of his 25 years* service as di rector. I'rof. Pickering is a high au thority on astronomy. For contribu tions to science lie holds two gold medals from the Royal Astronomical society of Great Britain and the lium ford and Draper medals awarded in this country. The postal savings bank department of the English post office is said to receive more curious requests and in quiries than any other branch of the public service. Recently the follow ing letter was among those delivered to the chief of one of the department bureaus: "Will you be kind enough to let me know if Mr. John Smith has got a hundred pounds in the savings bank, as he has been paying his ad dresses to me for some time? I am only a widow woman and do not wish to be taken in by him." MOST NORTHERN RAILWAY. 1 lie I.lttle Wild <ai>oKp ltnail front Nome to Anvil City lu a Money-Maker. Miners back from Nome, which is now a city of six or seven thousand inhabitants, give interesting ac counts of the Wild Goose railway, the most northern line in the world, one of the shortest, and probably for its length the most profitable, Bays a report in the New York Sun. The Wild Goose road was built by C. D. Lane, the California man who lias made so much money in Alaska. It runs from Nome five miles back into the country to Anvil City, and its running time is about an hour for the distance. it has a narrow gauge, one engine, one box car and several flat cars. It runs only in summer, but last year its net profit was $280,000. The passengers ride on benches in the one box car and pay one dollar for the five-mile journey. The freight rate is S4O a ton, the same rate that is paid for carrying freignt from Seattle, 3,600 miles to Nome. The road is not graded and its ties are laid on the frozen tundra, and when that thaws in summer the ties and the tracks with them sink deep into the mud. The engine conse quently runs through black lakes whose waters splash furiously and threaten the engine fires. There are several gullies on the line and the train rushes down one Bide with a speed that generally car ries it up the other. If it doesn't reach the top it backs off and bucks at it until it succeeds. The road doesn't possess a turn table, so the trip from Anvil City back to Nome is made backward, and in order that the engineer may see his track there is a window at each end of the passenger box car. Through these windows, also, the passengers get their only view, and the blocking of them by passengers' heads is the cause of many objurga tions on the part of the engineer. Collisions, of course, are unknown on the Wild Goose railway, but it is by no means an uncommon incident for engine and train to be tipped over on the tundra. Neither is this a serious matter, because they are so light that they are easily jacked back again. There is one draw bridge across Snake river. The whole equipment of the road was brought to Nome in the spring of 1000 by one of C. I). Lane's steam ers, and cars and engine were swung from lighters directly onto the tracks by means of big cranes set up on the beach. Signal for ill Nation*. For some time a novel alarm signal has been in use on the Alps, and so successful has it proved that several European journals are now suggest ing that it be made international in stead of merely local. The signal consists of a shout or whistle or a gunshot, which must be repeated six times. A traveler who loses his way on the «\lps can also give the alarm by brandishing a light ed lantern six times at regular inter vals. The essential feature of the signal is that the shout or the whistle or the gunshot must be repeated six times —no more and no less. Any one who hears such a signal is bound to respond immediately. Before, Imw ever, lie goes to Ihe assistance of the person in need, he must let him know that his appeal for help has been heard, and this lie is to do either by shouting or whistling three times or by firing three shots.—N. V. Herald. When I'eoplo l)o Kittlit. People so seldom do the right thing that they feel as if they ought to h« congratulated every time they do.—« Washington (la-) Democrat.
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