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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<a»<-» I'iain or Ornamental
Like the Signer.
Man shows a deal of his individuality
in his bank checks. A "flashy" man
will have a "flashy" check, and a man
who wears "loud" clothes and big
rings will have a check engraved on
tinted paper, with pictures and his
name covering the ends of it, with or
namental characters.
A plain, quiet, business man has a
plain, quiet check. It does not fol
low because a man has his check made
to order, instead of taking the ready
made kind that the banks furnish him,
that he has a big bank account, any
more than a cheap suit of clothes indi
cates that a man cannot afford to buy
better. On the contrary, a man with
a bank account who uses quiet checks
usually has a bigger balance than the
man who sends out specimens of en
graving with his signature on them,
says the New York Herald.
The Astors use checks with no en
graving, being plainly printed. When
an Astor draws a personal cheek the
name is printed near the left edge, in
the plainest manner. The numbers are
not even printed on them, but when
filled in at all are filled in with ink.
The Astors use a good quality of pink
colored paper.
The Vanderbilt checks are more elab
orate than those of the Astors, though
not much more. They are not so elab
orate now as they used to be.
One of the first things that some
men do when they go into business is
to have their checks made to order.
They think that it gives them a certain
distinction, and it shows that they are
of importance.
If there can be said to be a fashion
in checks, small checks are the most
fashionable checks. A big check is bad
form. It is also bad form to carry a
pocket checkbook. It has an air of dis
play about it, and shows the charac
ter of a man, just as the wearing of
many diamonds does. The. proper
thing to do is to have a bip book, three
checks wide, and to tear out two or
three to carry around loose in the
pocket.
Tellers and cashiers prefer the plain
printed to the elaborately engraved
checks. They are easier to read, easier
to keep tally of, and rather hard to
alter. An alteration or change shows
easier on a plain check than on an elab
orate one.
It is with banks as with men. A
pood deal about a bank can be told
from the kind of checks it furnishes.
Country banks furnish more elaborate
checks than city banks. Big banks
have plainer checks and better paper
than smaller banks.
The Chemical bank has plain cheeks
on a fine quality of paper. ffmallei
banks have engraved checks on cheap
er paper.
i
Helping !*npa Along.
"Yes, I was engaged 14 times dur
ing- the summer."
"The usual brititle affairs, I sup
pose ?"
"Well, not exactly. Papa's going to
hold each of them to his plighted
word, one after the other, and I guess
he'll make a pretty good thing out of
it. lie said last summer that it paid to
be a damaged affeclion lawyer when
a man had such a clever daughter to
drum up business."—Cleveland I'lain
Dealer.
iliuhcNt 11 ii<l I.ovrest Water*.
Askal Chin, in Thibet, is the laka
which lies at a greater height thac
any other in the world. Its level it
10,000 feet. The lowest is the Dead
sea, 1,200 feet below seu level.—Geo
grnphSenl .!> urual.