6 THE DAY OF THE SPECIALIST. For each of us dome task Is planned- Some thing there Is that you Way do more perfectly than I And far more deftly, too; •One doctor treats the ears or eyes. And one the dreaded knife applies— Each has his work to do. Tls one man's lot to drive the o* Along the winding trail; The scholar might attempt to tak« The driver's place and fail; >One paints, thus cheating wind and sun, One lays the plaster on and one Drives homo the slender nail. X know one who has never put The world much in his debt; Ho art, no science e'er has been Adorned by him a:t yet; You might conclude, perhaps, that hs Kxoelled In naught, but you should see Him roll a cigarette. —S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald. A Knave of Conscience By FRANCIS LYNDE. (Copyright I'JUO, by Fraiici* by ado.) CHAPTER XIV.—CONTINUED. Mrs. Rayiner smiled. "The mere fact of lier having said such a thing to you ought to be a sufficient au •wer, I should think." "I don't see why," Raymer ob ject ed. "What would you think if Gertrude did such a thing?" "Oh, well; that is different. In the first place Gerty wouldn't do it; •end—" "Precisely. And Miss Grierson shouldn't have done it. But if 'you really want to know why we haven't cultivated her I can tell you. There are a few of us who think she Wouldn't be a pleasant person to itnow socially." "But why?" insisted the obtuse one. It was his sister who under took to make it plain to him. "It isn't anything she does, or doesn't do, particularly; it is the atmosphere in which she moves. If it wasn't for her father's money she would be—well, it is rather hard to •ay just what she would be. But «he always makes one think of the bonanza people—the pick and shovel one day and a million the next. I believe she is a frank little savage at heart." "I don't," said Raymer, doggedly. ""She may be a bit new and fresh for 'Wahaska, but she is clever and bright, and honest enough to ignore * social code which makes a virtue -of hypocrisy. There isn't one young -woman in a thousand who would Slave had the courage to do it." "Or the impudence," added Mrs. Raymer, when her son had left the room, "I do hope Edward isn't go ing to let that girl come between bim and Charlotte." ■Gertrude laughed. "I should say 'there was room for a regiment to • march between them as it is. Char 'lotte has been home a week now, ■and he hasn't been over yet." "But he is going over to dinner with us to-morrow," amended Mrs. Raymer, complacently. "He prom ised me yesterday." Gertrude was arranging the center piece for the d«nner table, and when •he spoke again it was of another matter. "Did you know Mrs. Holcomb has found a boarder at last?" "No; who is he?" "A young man who has been sick at the St. James for two or three ■weeks. Be is from New York, I be lieve she said; but she didn't have •time to find out much about him. He had a relapse last night; and to day, when she sent for Dr. Farnham, %e was delirious." "Dear me! That will be hard for Martha. What is his name?" "Kenneth Griswold. She says he Is an author, but I don't recall the name in any of our reading." "Nor I," said Mrs. Raymer. "Poor Martha! We must go over and see Jf there is anything we can do." CHAPTER XV. When Margery entered her fa ther's private office after her small triumph at Rayiner's expense, her plan of campaign had taken a more definite shape. The president was busy at his desk, but he turned to say: "Want to see me, Maggie?" And when she nodded, he reached for bis check-book. "No, it isn't money this time. Has Mr. Raymer an account with you?" "Yes." "Is it an accommodation to you?" Grierson's laugh was of contempt. "Hardly. The shoe's on the other foot." "You mean that he has borro-wed from you?" "Not yet, but he wants to." "What for?" "To enlarge his plant. He's like •all the other fools; ain't content to ffow with his capital." "Are you going to stake him?" Margery waged relentless war with her inclination to lapse into the speech of the mining camps, but she •till stumbled now and then. "I guess not; I've never had much nse for him." "Why haven't you?" "Oh, I don't know; it's a stand off. He hasn't much use for me. I offered to incorporate his outfit for him six months ago, and told him I'd take 51 per cent, of the stock my self; but he wouldn't talk about it." Margery's laugh might have meant anything from applause to derision. "How singular! But now he is willing to let you help him?" "Not that way. Be wants to bor row money of the bank and give a mortgage on the plant. It's safe enough, but I don't believe I'll do it." "But T want you to do it." "The dickens you dot Say, little girl, do you know you're carrying things with a pretty high hand?" "I haven't made you lose any money yet, have I?" "No, I guess not." "Well, I'm not going to begin now. Lend him what he wants; you say the security is good." "I'll be hanged if I can see what you're driving at." "You don't have to see," she said, imperturbably. "But I don't mind telling you. His mother and sister have gone out of their way to put me down." Grierson's laugh was a guffaw. "That won't work a little bit, Maggie." "Why won't it?" "Because he ain't the man togo to his women when he gets into trou ble. They'll goon blufling you just the same." She looked at him through nar rowing eyelids. "You know a good deal, poppa mine, but you don't know everything. Mr. Raymer's in terest in the iron works is only one fourth. The other threp-fourths be long to Mrs. Raymer and Gertrude." The magnate nodded intelligence, and made a memorandum. "I savez; I'll break the syndicate for you." "You will do nothing of the kind. You'll let Mr. Raymer get into deep water, and then, when I say the word, you'll pull him out." "The mischief I will! Do you know how much he wants to bor row?" "No, and I don't care. The more the better." Jasper Grierson thought about it for a moment. Then he made a check-mark against the memoran dum on the calendar pad. "All right; go, ahead, but you'll have to keep tab yourself, and say when. I can't be bothered keeping the run of your society tea parties." "I don't want you to. Don't be late to dinner to-night. The Rod neys are coming." When she was gone Jasper Grier son tilted back in the pivot-chair and lighted a cigar. After a bit his re flections found voice. "By jing! I believe she thought she was fooling me! But it's too thin. I suppose she does want to make the women kowtow, but that isn't all there is to it, by a jugful. All the same, I'll back her to win." Accordingly, when Mr. Edward Raymer came out of the banker's of fice the next morning he was tread ing upon air, and in his mind's eye there was a picture of a great in dustry to be builded upon the ex tension of credit promised by Jasper Grierson. CHAPTER XVI. Griswold had landed in Wahaska on the day following his flight from St. Louis, too ill to care much about anything. But he was sane enough to find a bank, to rent a safety de posit box and to lock the treasure into it before he resigned himself to "BUT I WANT VOU TO DO IT." the inevitable, allowing himself to be put to bed in his room at the St. James, with hot water bottles at his feet and a bag of chopped ice on his head. For a fortnight he hung tremulous on the verge of collapse, and was kept from tumbling in only by a just horror of being seriously ill in a hotel. At the end of the fortnight he made shift togo out and find a boarding place; and the effort, cou pled with the conviction that he might safely trust himself in the hands of motherly Mrs. Holcomb, pushed him over the verge. Here Dr. Farnham found him toss ing in delirium, and his verdict was promptly pronounced. "Typhoid-malaria, Mrs. Holcomb; and a relapse, at that. What are you going to do with him?" '.'What should I do but take care of him?" said the motherly one. "You can't do it alone; it's no woman's job." "Then we must get a man. There's Sven Oleson; he's out of work." The doctor smiled. "Nobody but you would ever think of making a nurse out of that great, overgrown child. But maybe he'll do. I'll hunt him up and send him over. Where did you say this young man hails from?" "New York, he says." "Humph! that's odd. I should say he has been soaking himself full of malaria in the Yazoo swamps. But how about the expenses? Has he any money?" "Plenty, I think. He paid a month in advance, and when he went to bed he told me where to find his pocket book." "Poor fellow! I guess he was glad enough to find somebody he could trust. Well, we'll do what we can for liim, and I'll send Sven." So it caine about that the mild eyed Swede was installed as Gris wold's nurse. Luckily Oleson under stood but little English, and the sick man's ravings about the bank rob CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1902 bery meant nothing to him; but Dr. Farnliam heard them and wondered. Curiously enough a small thing satis fled the wonder, and that was the mention made by Mrs. Holcomb of his patient's calling. "II—m; an author, is he? That accounts for his harping so contin ually upon that bank robbery glory. It's a part of his plot." It was the first of May when Gris wold took possession of Mrs. Hol comb's spare bedroom; and it was a full month later when I)r. Farn liam pronounced him out of danger and in a fair way to recover if he took care of himself. During the weeks of convalescence he met many of Mrs. Ilolcomb's friends and neighbors, and among them the Raymers. The mother and daughter came with dainties for the widow's invalid; and later on they brought Edward, who was book ish enough in his leisure moments to be interested in one who was even a potential writer of books. That acquaintance ripened into friendship, and Griswold's first out ing was a ride in Raymer's buggy to the iron works. Here the two young men met upon new common ground. Raymer was, or he meant to be, a model employ er; and when he found that the con valescent was an enthusiastic stu dent of the vexed problem of mas ter and man, he unbosomed himself freely. "I've been enlarging, as you see," he explained. "But when I get on my feet and out of debt I'm going to try a plan my father had in mind —profit-sharing with the men." "Good," said Griswold. "I wish I might be in it with you. I'd like to flail that out with you when I'm fit." "So you shall, but not yet." They were on the way back to Mrs. Ilol comb's, and Raymer asked if the drive had tired him. "No indeed; I feel better for it." "Are you equal to an evening out?" "I guess so, if it's sufficiently mild." "It'll be mild enough. You know we lwve a magnate here, Mr. Jasper Grierson?" "Yes, I've heard of him." "Well, he has a daughter, and this is her 'evening.' I'm commanded to produce you as soon as you're able." "I'll go, though I shan't know any one but your mother and Miss Ger trude." Raymer laughed, and then blushed. "They won't be there. That is— Oh pshaw! I suppose I may as well tell you first as last. There are two social cliques here, a big one and a little one. Miss Grierson is la dame d'honneur of the first, and my moth er and Gertrude affiliate with the other." "I see," said Griswold. "And you hold an even balance between the two." "N-o—not exactly. But I'm tinder obligations to Grierson, and can't af ford to be offish. But Miss Margery is a very clever little person, and well worth knowing on her own account. I'll call by for you with the buggy at nine." "Thank you," said the convales cent; adding, as if it were an after thought: "Will Miss Farnham be there?" "Hardly," rejoined Raymer, gather ing up the reins. "She is with the minority, too. Queer little world, isn't it? So long, till this evening. Better go in and lie down awhile." CHAPTER XVII. On the way to Miss Grierson's "evening" Griswold amused himself by speculating upon the probable barbarism of a country reception. Without suspecting it, he was insu lar to a degree little short t>f Britannic; but he meant to be very good-natured and charitable, and to do what one man might toward ameliorating the barbarisms. Wherefore he was properly, humili ated when they were met at the door of the Grierson mansion by trained servants and announced in the draw ing-room with such pomp and cir cumstance as was neither countri fied nor barbaric. In good truth the revulsion was so great that it was he and not Miss Grierson who was embarrassed when Raymer intro duced him. "How good of you to come to us on your first day out, Mr. Griswold. Let me make you comfortable." SJie piled the cushions in a corner of the wide divan and made him sit down. "You are just to be an invalid this evening, you know. I'm not going to let anyone bore you. Griswold gasped once or twice, and grappled manfully with the facts. A young girl was at the piano; there was a pleasant hum of conversation; everybody, himself excepted, seemed quite at ease; the lights were not glaring; the furnishings were not in bad taste; in a word, the keynote was altogether well-mannered and urban and conventional. And his hostess. Griswold had met beautiful women, but none to compare with her. She shone upon and dazzled him. The charm was purely sensuous, and he knew it, but he basked in it like a lizard in the sun. But he was forgetting to thank her. "Forgive me, Miss Grierson; I'm not usually tongue-tied. But it is all so charmingly homelike; so vastly—" She supplied the word with a sil very little laugli. "Different. I know. You thought we were barbarians, and so we used to be. But we're improving. 1 wish you could have known the old W'a haska." "1 can imagine it,"he said. "I wonder if you can. They used to sit around the edges of the room and behave themselves just as hard as they could, and bore each other to death." "It's a miracle," he said, giving her full credit. "I'd like to know how you did it." She laughed lightly and did not deny her handiwork. "It was simple enough. When we came here I found a lot of good people who had fallen into a way of boring one An other, and a few who hadn't; but these last held aloof. We opened our house to the many and tried to show them that a church sociable wasn't exactly the acme of social enjoy ment." Griswold saw in his mind's eye a sharply etched picture of the rise of a village magnate. Verily, Miss Grierson had imagination. "It is all very grateful and delight ful to me," he said. "I have been out of the social running for a long time, but I must confess that I am shamelessly epicurean by nature, and only an ascetic of nfecessity." "I know," she assented, with quick appreciation. "An author has to be both, hasn't he?—keen to enjoy and hardened to endure." "I'm not an author," he corrected, with vanity struggling to muzzle the protest. "I have written but one book, and that has not yet seen the light." "But it will," she asserted, con fidently. "Tell me about it." Now, Griswold was no babbler, but the charm of her personality was upon him, and before he knew what he was about he was telling her of the dead book, its purpose and its failure. "Hut you are not going to give It up," she said, when he had made an end. "No; it's my message, and I shall yet deliver it." "Bravo! That is the spirit that wins always. And when you get blue and discouraged, you must come here and let me cheer you. Cheer ing people is my mission, if I have any." [To Be Continued.] HAD PUT IT TO PROOF. Samuel Ilnd Traveled Enough to Ile conie Convinced of the i'loincaa of the Earth. Most of the men who went west in 1849 were from the north. There were, however, a few southerners, among them a Baltimere family who took along an old slave, Samuel Jef ferson. Samuel was a patient trav eler on the long journey across the plains, but very skeptical about the success of his master's expedition. It was not until his master became one of the gold kings of California that Samuel stopped shaking his head in silent protest, relates Youth's Com panion. Samuel lived to a good old age, and after the war was the special at tendant of his master's children. One day Hugh, the youngest son, was ex plaining to Samuel the spherical shape of the earth. "If you should go straight ahead far enough, you'd come right around to where you started from." "Now look licah, chile, yo' cyan' mek me b'lieve dat. I ain' helped yo* daddy tote his things all de way out heah f'm Baltimo* f'r nuffin. If what yo' tells me was true, we'd 'a' come back to Ma'ylan' about fo' times. I knows f'm 'sperience, honey, drivin' 'cross dem plains, dat de worl' am flat out—flatter'n a hoecake, clean till yo' bump inter de ocean." Didn't HecoKnlie Iltble Quotation. In spite of the strenuous efforts of Prof. Kittridge, it would seem that Harvard undergraduates still remain ignorant of the Scriptures. Some one once said: "A Harvard man knows all literature but the Bible"—a startiing ly sweeping generality, but not with out truth so far as the Bible is con cerned. A case in point came to light the other day. Two Harvard men were reading together some famous modern orations, one of them a eulogy. The eulogy closed with the words: "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" "What a beautiful close!" exclaimed one of tfce students, enthusiastically. "The man who wrote such a sentence as that proves that the grand style in prose did not die with the eighteenth century." It should be addled l in fairness that the other student was a churchman, and said nothing.—N. Y. Tribune. Epitaph of a Good Indian. On a quaintly contrived tombstone in St. Augustine, Fla., is the following unique epitaph, carved many years ago: Notts This Werry Elaborate Pile Is Ereckted In Memory of Tolomato A Seminole Inglne Cheef whose wig warm stood on this spot and sir roundir.BS. Wee cherish his mem ery as he was a good harted cheef. He would knot take your scalp without you begged hiin to do so or pade him sum munny. He allways akted more like a Christian gentle man than a savage Ingine. Let Him K. I. P. —Chicago Chronicle. How They Felt. "How do you feel?" asked the physi cian of the parson. "1 feel for-giving," replied the good man. "And you?" he asked the auctioneer. "As usual; for-bidding," answered the red-flag follower. "And you?" queried the M. D. of the Kentucky colonel. "Oh, you know me, doc," replied the Kentuckian. "I'm always for-get full." —Chicago Daily News. Ep-tO-Dnte Deform. Crawford—l hear your minister i» taking an interest in public affairs. What is his particular hobby? Crabshaw —He Is trying to invent a system of wireless politics.—N. Y. Sun. Lesson in American History ii\ Puzzle. DE SOTO'S DISCOVERY OF THE MISSISSIPPI. FIXD MOSCOSO, DE SOTO'S SUCCESSOR. Hernando DeSoto, tlie discoverer of the Mississipppi river, followed the savage De Narvwez m the attempt to conquer Florida. He landed in Tampa bay on May 30, 1530. and began his march westward. He treated the In dians with great cruelty and soon earned their hatred and had to fight every mile in his way. He first saw the great waterway from the bluffs in what is nc w Tunica county, Miss., in May, 1541. Continuing his search for gold he marched westward almost to the foothills of the llocky mountains, and then returned to the Mississippi, where he died in May, 1542, and was buried in the waters of the river he had discovered. Moscoso succeeded DeSoto in command of the expedition and ied the few supvivors back to Cuba. FATE OF CHARRED LETTERS. If I.i'iilhli* They Are Upturned to Their Aflcii fie(lre** for Treasure*. The burning of the car does not necessarily mean the loss of every thing in it. Every railway mail ear is supplied with fie extinguishing ap paratus, axes, etc., in the use of which the clerks are instructed, so that the best practicable headway is made against a fire, and time is often gained at least for throwing out that mail which is in such shape as to be handled in bulk. Of what is injured by the fire, part is of course ruined pastall hope of identification, if it does not actually go up in smoke, says the New York Evening Post. Letters which are so charred as to be ready to drop apart, but are still legible, are put, envelopes and all, into fresh wrappers, sealed and forwarded to their addresses, so marked as to indicate what has hap pened to them. The fragments of those which are too nearly destroyed to be capable of treating that way are gathered up and sent either to the dead letter office in Washington or to the nearest inspector of the depredations division. The inspectors are-scattered all over the country, having certain districts of territory under their juris diction, and it is their business to know their districts very thoroughly. Some remarkable rescues of letters so bad ly burned as to baffle all ordinary in genuity have been made by these men. Burned remnants are preferably sent to them, other things being equal, be cause sending to the dead letter office involves the loss of all the time of a journey to Washington and back, to say nothing of the delay in the office there, where the work is always more or less congested. But where a wrecked car contains mail for a very wide section of the country, and the contents' are so confused that there are no probabilities to proceed on as a basis, nothing is left but to send the burned pieces there and let them take their chances. When it is finally settled in tliemind of the writer of a letter that it has been desroyed, it depends on a good many circumstances whether he can get any redress. If the destruction of the car was due to culpable negligence on the part of the railway company, the latter is liable. Of old, the con tracts between the government and a company for mail carriage used to stipulate that the company should be responsible for losses under certain conditions. Later this was made a part of the general law, so as to do away with the necessity of a clause in the contracts. The difficulty in most cases lies in producing legal proof of the loss itself, the question of culpability l>eing decided by the regular inquiry into the cause of the disaster. Even in these days of universal postal con veniences not a few men of large af fairs are still willing to take risks with the maiLs which they would not think for a moment of taking with anything else. They will enclose a considerable sum of money, in the form of government notes or bank notes, loose into a letter, without so much as telLing a friend of it, drop the letter in a post-box and trust the rest to luck. Of course nothing but luck can ever restore that money to them if it is lost in transit. Registered mail is reasonably safe, if not of too high a value, fort he governmentundertakes to insure the patrons of its registry service against at least a part of their losses, and the registry office receipt is prima facie evidence that.something of value was in the package which has not reached its destination; the rest of the case consists in bringing satis factory evidence of what that thing of value was. Safest of all the means of protection provided is the money or der; for its documentary evidence is spread over four surfaces—the order itself, the let t er of advice to the pay ing i.'lice, tie receipt ar.d entry cii the books of the issuing post office — and any three of the four may be destroyed and the government has still something from which to recognize its liability. CHARACTER IN BANK CHECKS. The Style of the Slip* Are in Many C urual.