6 THE STEPHENSON OF THE AIR. Wh"re lives hp?—that Inventive one For whom the world Is watting—where? Thi ether's lutura Stephenson, The coming conqueror of the air? And has he found the gecret yet. The solvent thought, whate'er It be? May the explorer not forget That mystic Open Sesame! And will he sail with mighty wins. Or vast balloon, or whirling fan? Or will it be a startling thing On some unprecedented plan? And when the deed'ls brought to pass And men are taught the way to fly, Siust all our railroads goto grass And all our commerce seuk the sky? I do not know ; but this I know- Whatever bulk the thought attain. It must begin ar.d slowly grow From one wee notion in the brain; Some quick ideas swiftly caught Ai d stoutly held with iron grip While patience labors on the thought Ar.d firmness will not let it slip. For never on a gale of luck Shall his tine air-ship come to port; Its kn-1 Is grit, its sails are pluck. The hurricane it dares to court! Its captain, whosoe'er he be, Has counted cowardice a sin. Has found the air a stormy sea. Has learned to struggle and to win! —Amoi it. Wells, in Youth's Companion. - V A Knave of Conscience By FRANCIS LYNDE. I J (Copyright 1 aw, by Francis Lyado.) CHAPTER NX IV. The threatening storm had blown over and the moon was shining fair and full upon a placid lake when the family dinner party at Dr. Farn ham's adjourned to the veranda. Griswold and the Raymers were the only guests, and in the marshalling of chairs Griswold was skillful enough to cut Charlotte out of the group and so secure her for himself. At the dinner table the talk had turned upon the pivotal point of the strike, but that subject was coming to be pretty well threshed out, and on the veranda Charlotte spoke of the windrblow 11 incident of the nfter noon and of the castaway on Oak island. "It was a terribly reckless thing for you to do—to go out after him in the Sprite," said Miss Farnham. Now next to being exalted as a demigod by the woman of his choice a man loves best to have her believe him fearless. So Griswold dismissed the matter lightly. "What is a man for?" he asked. "But ns for that, the danger isn't worth mentioning." "You may think so, but Gertrude nrul I did not. We stood tip here on the veranda and watched you, going and coming. Gertrude says I pinched her black anil blue grabbing her and saying: 'Oh, she's gone!' when the ecud or a big wave would hide you." Here was a small admission which no mere human sympathy could ac count for, and Griswold pinched him self black and blue in the ecstasy of it. It was coming, slowly, perhaps, but surely, and the name of it was love. "But think of it,"he said, willing to make that string vibrate some more; "think of how you and Miss Gertrude would have shone in the borrowed effulgence of me if I had been capsized. The Morning Argus would have had you out to identify the remains, and—" "Oh, please hush!" she said, and her hand was on his arm; where upon lie went obediently from the grewsome to the matter-of-fact. "Really, there wasn't any danger worth speaking of; and the fellow was glad enough to be picked up, I assure you." "Who was he?" she asked. "No one whom you know; a man named Griffin—a summerer, I fancy." "I do know him," she asserted. And then: "I don't like him." Griswold was both puzzled and curious. "May I nsk how and why?—how you came to meet him and why you don't like him?" She was silent while one might count a score, and when she spoke her rejoinder was a half reluctant question. "I wonder if I might dare to tell you about it?" "I have been hoping that the time would come when you would dare to tell me anything." She passed over the implication end went on, following out her own thought. "It is rather dreadful, and I haven't told anyone about my part in it; that is, not anyone but this Mr. Griffin, and he had a right to usk," she said; and from tills as a beginning she told him the story of the bank robbery in New Orleans, and of her part lu the apprehension of the robber. Griswold's lips were dry and there was a® invisible hand clutching at his throat when she came to the end. but he made no sign. "They arrested him in St. Louis, you say?" "Yes; hut he escaped again." He moi'.tened his lips to sny: "I didn't hear of that- I mean 1 didn't rend vi it in the papers." "Nor did J," she admit*. kV "This Mr (irillin told me." "Then he Im a u—" "A detective; yen. It seems that he came to the conclusion that a woman had written the letter to Mr. Gttlbralth. lie took the Belle Julie's passenger li-t and souffht out every one nl the w-meii on it till he came here and found me. I wus ?-orry, tiut 1 had to tell him what I knew." "Of coin But why iihould you be irnrry !" "How can you nsk! Ts it so light « thing to help ever so little to set a snare for the poor fellow!" Griswold's laugh was almost harsh. "I shouldn't waste any sympathy on him if I were you. lie is a hardened criminal, by his own admission to you." "No, he was not that," she said, quickly. "1 understood him better than that —better than I have made you understand him. lie was not a hardened criminal." Griswold's blood, which had been slowly turning' to ice in his veins, be gan to thaw out again at that. "Then you don't condemn him ut terly? You are willing to admit that his own conscience may have acquit ted him?" "I am very sure that it did; or, at least, 1 am sure that his own point of view was so obscured by what he had suffered that he could not rightly see the guilt of the thing lie had done." "But you saw the guilt of it?" "llow could I help seeing it?" "True. There is no excuse for him." "I shouldn't say that. There may be many excuses for him." "But no justification?" lie tried hard to make the saying of it an impersonal abstraction, succeeding so well that she did not remark the note of despairing eagerness. "Certainly not. Nothing could jus tify such a deed of lawlessness." It was as he had prefigured. Her womanly pity had in it the quality of mercy. It went out toward the lawbreaker as the divine compassion enfolds even the impenitent sinner. But her conscience arraigned and condemned him. He bowed his head and went dumb before the woman who had judged him; but when he would have changed the subject he found it mightier than his will to break away from it. "Your verdict is doubtless that of the world," he said. "And from what you tell me I fancy the end is in sight." "Oh! Do you think so?" she quavered, and her voice, and the tears in it, were of womanly incon sistency. "Surely. This man Griffin has made a long step on the way to the end. When he discovers the idaatity of the man who talked to you on the Belle Julie, the world won't be big enough for the fugitive to hide in." She caught her breath in a little gasp. "And it was I who ses. the hunt upon hiin; not only once, but twice." Then it was Griswold forgot his jeeril and turned comforter. "You mustn't grieve about it,"he said, gently. "You have done "no more than your plain duty. lie made yon do it in the first instance; lie would have made you do it in the second if he could have known the circum stances." She turned upon him quickly and he dared not look into her eyes. "How do you know he did that?" she queried; and though he would not trust himself to look, he felt all that he might have seen if he had J n . \ i# yip* THEY STEPPED OTJT FROM THE SHADOW OF THE THEE. lifted his eyes to her face. But he was equal to the emergency which liis slip had brought upon him. "You forget what you have just been telling me." "Did 1 tell you that, too? I didn't mean to." She paused and looked away from him, adding: "And—and I don't believe I did." Be laughed. "Then I must have read your thoughts. How else could I have known it?" "I don't know," she said, absently; and at the end of the silence which fell between them the talk went back to the strike. "I am in pretty deep water," Oris wold confessed, when the present hopeless state of affairs had been fully recounted for Charlotte's bene fit. "My responsibility is heavier than Ned's. He wanted to compro mise with the men, and I wouldn't agree to that. Now I am well as sured of the cause—which he only suspects; and 1 know the remedy— which 1 am not brave enough to ap ply." "Tell me about it," said Charlotte, with simple directness. "I hardly know where to begin. It will be fairly incredible to you. Had you ever thought that the trouble might go deeper than mere di satis faction on the part of the men?" "No. Does It?" "Much deeper. The strike Ih noth ing l> sk than a part of a conspiracy to ruin u.," "A conspiracy!" " I hat is what 1 said, but the word «loc n't fit. It takes two to eon-.pin, mid the attfc-k on um ia ' instigated by one mu i. Yoll will | know who he Is when I titty that his I motive 1 jjri ■d, pure and unallojfcd." CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1902. She nodded slowly. "I know. Hut the motive isn't altogether avarice." "What else could it be?" She defined it in one word: "Pique." Griswold did not pret«end to rnis understand. "So I thought at first. But that involves a woman as well as a man; from something which 1 learned to day I am inclined to doubt the wom an's complicity; to question whether she knows anything abotit it." But at this point Charlotte the compassionate became Miss Farnham the austere. "You may be very sure she knows all about it. If she ever sets up a crest—and even that won't be beyond her—the motto for it will be 'Hule or Ruin.' " Griswold was beginning to doubt the advisability of any further con fidences in the Grierson field, but his evil genius urged him to defend Margery. "Isn't that a little uncharitable?" lie ventured. The tone was placable enough, as it was meant to be, but Charlotte was only a woman, and Griswold had been very much in evidence with Miss Grierson of late, on the high swung trap and in the Grierson steam-launch. So she said, rather coldly: "I may seem uncharitable to you, and I am sorry I said it. But we are wandering. You say you know the remedy for your trouble and Xed's. What is it?" Now Griswold was not any braver than other men when it came to fac ing a woman piqued, but since she had taken him unawares, lie must needs lose his head and say: "It is a personal appeal to this young woman whom you don't like." The Raymers were rising togo, she rose too, meeting his frank avowal with a toss of the superb head. "By all means make it," she ad vised, icily. "You owe it to—to—" "To Ned?" he suggested. "Certainly not; to yourself." And with that she turned away to say good night to the others. That was all, save that she did not give her hand to Griswold at parting. CHAPTER XXV. In after time Griswold could never satisfactorily account for the im pulse which sent him to wander aim lessly through the deserted streets of the town after leaving Dr. Farn ham's and parting from the other dinner guests. But this night the thought of Mrs. Holcomb's and the quiet room was curiously repugnant, and so he roamed, like any vagrant, far and wide, drifting at length to the rail way crossing and beyond, and com ing to some sense of the actualities only when he found himself in the neighborhood of the iron works. At this he would have turned back. Since the closing of the works the plant had been guarded nightly; first by the inner circle of deputies, and later by an outer cordon of the striking workmen. This outer guard had latterly been maintained in re liefs and made continuous, ostensibly to show the good will of the strik ers anil their readiness to protect the property; but really, as Gris wold knew, to forestall any move on the part of himself and ltaymer to supply the places of the men with imported labor. It was a chance collision with this outer guard that brought Griswold alive to the actualities. Two men stepped out of the shadow of a tree and halted him. Rut at the word one of them recognized him. "Ob, it's you, Mr. Griswold. Beg pardon, sir, but you see we have to be sort o' careful." Griswold's smile was openly cyni cal. "Your carefulness is a good bit overdue, Martin. It should have begun before you made this sense less strike." X'ow the man Martin was in some sort a leader among the discontent ed workmen, and he asked nothing better than a chance to argue the point with one of the bosses. "There's two sides to that, Mr. Griswold, and you hain't seen but one. You don't know what it means to earn your bread from day today like we do." "Don't I?" said Griswold, smiling again, this time without the cyn icism. "Perhaps I don't, and again, perhaps I do. You're an older man than I am, Martin, but I'll venture to say that I've gone lacking more meals in a year than you have iu your whole lifetime." The man was silenced for a mo ment, but presently found tongue «iga in. "Then what makes you so tarna tion hard on its fellows?" he de manded. "If you've known what a bare clipboard means for yourself, I sh'd think you could put yourself in a workin'iiinn's place." "I can and do; and so does Ray mer. l!ut you won't believe anything we say, and that settles it." "It hain't come to anything like a settlement yet," remarked the man, sullenly. "it has, so far as we are concerned. If we can't be allowed to run our busilie sin our own way the plant may stand idle. It's ours." "I don't know about that, Mr. ISrlstvold." "About what?" "Alnmt the plant bein' yours and Mr. liayiiier's, Seems like we fel lows that helped earn the money to bilild it ought to have koine little Now this win one of th<- founda tion stoni's iu (iri--wold's theories and in his book; that the laborer Is entitled, not to ii ,ooo monks on the peninsula, maintained that their Rus sian brethren had brought the calam ity on themselves, because they had fire engines and extinguishers, and did not trust wholly in (iod. Now the neighboring Creek monastery of St. Paul, which had no fire engines, has recently been utterly destroyed by fire. It is said that the monas tery of St.. Paul was the only one at Mount Athos which has ever been visited by a woman. The wife of a Ilritish ambassador landed from her yacht one day on its tiny pier and insisted on entering the eliureh. In con eipience the monks, relieving each other by relays, for 40 days and nights maintained a continuous serv- prayer to purify the church from this communication.—X. Y. Tribune. 4 IVi*nlii» r Nit in•*, "What make you call your mule Pin Nr-Pong?" "It 'mind* me of de happy dnyt when I was workln' foh Rome o' dein select geinitieii at de ehlb," answered Mr. K last lis l»lnk ley. "When Psdrl*- in' dut mule 1 has to talk to lilin jes' about de slime as dein pi'lnliifli was tiilkilf to de ball* whcndi v was leiil'll ' to play tit* Wa Star, TENETS OF MASONRY They Were Religiously Maintained by George Washington. Painting of Flmt PreJildenlt In Mn huiilc Garb, Han Ju»t lleen I're- Nenti'il to tl»e <>rjtntf liUiU;e or KtitflJiiitl. Although the portrait of George Washington us a mason, which i 1 enry S. Wellcome has presented totlu' grand lodge of Engl:>.ltd and which Ambassa dor Choate unveiled the other day, was painted two years ago, ii never lias been shown. If this unique portrait of the first president is not historically accurate iu every detail, it is the fault neither of the Ainierican Free Mason, who ordered, nor tlie American artist who painted it. When Mr. Wellcome de cided to have the picture made, he ex plained to Hubert Gordon llardie, the artist, to whom he intrusted its exe cution, that he wished him to spare no pains to make the painting a faithful representation of Gen. Washington as he looked in masonic dress. This proved, however, to he rather a diliicult matter, it was by no means easy to find out what sort of regalia the first president used to wear. Only one of his pictures showed him in ma sonic dress, and that was an engraving which proved to be inaccurate in sev eral ways. Mr. Wellcome, however, who was determined to have his pic ture, and equally resolved that it should be exact, gave Mr. llardie carte blanche to search the records of the period and collect information from any and every reliable source in Amer ica, England and France. The artist, on his side, spared no pi ins- in his ea roll fort rust worth y data. He interviewed descendants of Wash ington wherever they could be found, from New York to Virginia, and this part of his work was both prolonged and expensive. It resulted, however, WASHINGTON AS A MASON. (Portrait Recently Presented to Urar.d Lodge of England.) in the discovery that the masonic re galia worn by Washington was pre sented to him by Mine. Lafayette. Ry the titled French woman's instruc tions, the regalia was sent to the first president by the firm of Watson cV Cosson, of Xantes, France, and Wash ington's letter tot his house, acknowl edging the ornaments, is in the possession of the librarian of the Ma sonic hull In London. It was written from New York in 17s:J. Accordingly, 111 painting his portrait of Washington, Mr. llardie arrayed the great American in the masonic re galia worn in France in his day. That lie was quite justified induing, o,doubts have been expressed, but it is generally admitted that the likeness of Washing ton's portrait, which, until Mr. Choate unveiled it the other day, had never been shown, is one of the best that ever has been made of the first presi dent. it is believed that, including the expenses of the artist in collecting material, the cost of the work was about $3,000. The ceremony of unveilingthe paint ing. in the library of the Freemason's hall, was presided over by the earl of Warwick, a prominent English mason In his speech, the earl recalled that in the revolution G«n. Washington sev eral times returned to the general of the I'.ritish forces treasures and em blems which had been captured by the Americans. He added that English men were proud of the fact that the Forty-sixth I'.ritish regiment had in its possession the iiible on which (ieorge Washington took his oath as a mason. In unveiling the painting, the Ainer lean ambassador, as usual, was both eloquent and facetious, lie spoke of tie first president a* the illustro champion of liberty and justice, and said that t' -day, after three genera tions had been completed, he still re mained the first of Americans in the hearts ■ 112 a s;reat people, lie congratu lated the grand lodge of Kntrland on having aee.-pted George Washington as one of their patron saints, and trust ed that hi;- memory might bp cher ' l < ii in Knjfland, as ill America, to the end of time. Th. painting will remain in the Ma funic library for a 111 nth or two be fore lieillf placed In the picture gal- Irv, as Librarian Sadler expr#»>ed It, «»iiiiii.<:ated" witheltb • us of the Cnited Lord I!' -el ert, who is ill Jm -session of what is mi'il to bi> the oniv v tin Itt*. tH.rtr ••' Of WW iiift- ti »t ptesea. In I n «» . W dv'.lgi w , with Mr HarJlt'a work. "JUG" MEDICINE. Sally Kept All Tlial WHS I.rfl Over t« lie When n Doctor Wasn't at Hand, Up in a little Vermont town they tell a story ot' an old nurse. She was the kind of an "old nur.se" to he found in small towns, who comes, after much urging, to "tend" u case and who has many Sairey Gamp pecu liarities, relates the New York Herald. Sally," as she was called, was in duced to come to the house of the sick wom an and take charge. She moved in—cob pi|>e, batch of starched aprons, knitting and After the good creature had seen the case through, she said to the doctor, "Doc, kin I take my toll?" "What's that, Sally''" asked the visiting physician, who had come fn in the capital city and was amused and a little irritated by the old woman's ways. "1 mean the medicine?" >aid the nurse complacently. ( "I he medicine!" exclaimed the doctor. "What on earth do you want with the medi cine?" No fifth wheel to a wagon was ever mere redundant than left over medicines. "1 puts it in me jug," replied the old wom an slowly "and then 1 gives it out occa sionally when there ain't no doctor nigh." The visiting physician roared with laugh ter, hut sobered down when the story of "Old Sally's" "jug" medicine was explained to him. That there were not more victims to her uniijue methgds of cure was a mys tery. VERY LOW COLONISTS' HATES To the West, Sort Invest nn.il South* west. I he Missouri Pacific Railway and Iron -.loui. uin Route will sell one way Colonists a "d Settlers' tickets to California and North I'acitic Coast points, also to points in Missouri., Arkansas, Indian and Oklahoma I erritories. Louisiana and Texas on the first and third Tuesdays of each month from Oc tober 21st to April 31st, at one-half the stand* ard first-class fare, plus $2.00. For further in* formation see nearest Agent, or write F1 fownsend, G. P. & T. Agent, St. Louis, Mo. "I often see tlie foreign papers alluding to 'floating'debts,'" said the grand vizier. 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