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(Continued)
And what did I find out there upon '
that street?
I then experienced a surprise that 1
to me a very great pleasure and )
which made my heart to expand un- j
til it almost burst the restraint of j
that towel of the bath under the'
bay of my brown cheviot coat. Be
fore the door of the house of the
beautiful Madam Whitworth stood
the gray racing car of my Buzz, and
before it stood a slim car of a sim
ilar make, only it was of the dark
est amethyst that seemed to be al
most black, while behind it stood one
of equal if not superior elegance of
shape which had the beautiful black
ness of jet. That was not all. 'Across
the street stood also a car of golden 1
brown and to the front of it one of,
the red of a very dark cherry.
"There you are," said my Buzz,
with a wave of his hand. "Pick one, I
with the compliments of the general, j
I think the amethyst is a jewel."
"Oh, it is not possible to me to ac
cept a present of such delight from
my good uncle, the General Robert. 1
I must go to him and say that 1 am
not worthy!" I exclaimed with a
large faltering in my voice.
"All right. Just jump into the one
you like best and drive on down to;
the Old Hickory club and say it to
him. Sorry that you can't come along
Mrs. Pat, but that glad rag you've
got on is too great a beauty with
which to appear in public. Better I
take it into the house before you
catch a cold in this breeze."
"Yes, I must run in." answered'
Madam Whitworth, with a slight
shivering in her gown of great thin
ness. "They are perfectly wonderful,
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boy. and I say choose tho brown |
darling."
"Governor Bill picked the cherry
from the catalogue for us day be- j
fore yesterday, but I think the ame- I
thyst has got it beat," answered my I
Buzz as he started toward his own
car. Jump into your choice and lead j
me on down to hear you refuse it to j
old forty-two centimeter. And, mind a
I have arranged a little dinner for i
you to-night."
Then without further remark I fol- j
lowed him down the steps and got
into that car which was the color of
the heart of the cherry and 1 raced ;
that Mr. Bumblebee through the city
of Hayesville in a manner which put j
to flight a large population thereof. ■
I had not had my hands on the
wheel of a racing car for the many
months since my father in his had j
left the small Pierre and Nannette!
and me weeping on the terrace of the j
Chateau de Grez when he went to'
the battlefield of the Maine, and I j
drove with all of that accumulated j
fury within me.
And this is what my uncle, thej
General Robert, answered to me as I t
told him of my unworthinesa of his!
gift of the most beautiful cherry |
car:
"That, is a Just return for your;
consideration for me in being born I
a boy and I hope you'll break the |
necks of about two dozen young fe- I
males in this town before the week's,
out. Begin on that baggage, Susan,
right away." And as he spoke my |
uncle, the General Robert, came
down the steps of the great club ofj
Old Hickory with the Gouverneur i
Falkner and stood beside my Cherry;
with me.
"He's no better man than I, gen- I
eral, and I've been trying it all i
year." answered my Buzz, with one !
of those delectable grinnings upon I
his face.
"Indeed, my much loved Uncle
Robert, it is Impossible that I ac-i
cept your gift in gratitude that I am'
| not a woman because for the good
I reason—" and my honor was about
| to rise up in arms and betray the
daredevil and her schemes within mo
| when that good and most beloved
I Gouverneur Faulkner interrupted me
by stepping into the cherry beside
; me with a laugh.
i "That you, general. This is just
what I need in all of my business
; with Robert. We'll be back in time to
; dine with you at 7 here at the club.
! Go out to the West End, Robert."
And with his hand on the spark he
started the cherry, and I was forced
i to sweep away from my Buzz and |
i my uncle, the General Robert, into!
I the traffic and away from the club \
of Old Hickory, which is named fori
a very great general of America and I
is a club of much fashion and somo
i bad behavior, my Buzz has said to,
! me.
"I really didn't mean to kidnap |
i you and the car, youngster, but I've j
! had a pain under my left pbeket all
| day and I have got to operate on it.)
j A sudden impulse told me that it i
! would be easier if 1 took you with |
me to—to sort of stand by," said my I
! beautiful Gouverneur Faulkner in a j
; grave tone of voice as I whirled him j
I out the broad avenue that led to the
j west end of the city.
"Oh, my Gouverneur Faulkner, Is
it that you are ill, perhaps to die by
a knife?" I exclaimed, and for a sec
ond I let that wild cherry run in a
; very dangerous manner almost upon
another large car in the act of turn
i ing into the street.
! "No, not that Robert," he answer
ed me quickly, and he laid his hand
on my arm beside htm for an instant i
as If to give a steadiness to me. "I |
want you to take me out to the state
; prison I want to talk face to face
: .with a man who killed his own j
brother In cold blood, it is said. A |
pretty powerful influence is at me j
i day and night for a reprieve, and_ 11
I— I don't know what to do about It.
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It Is a difficult case. If I went in my
official capacity to see the man it
might give his friends undue hopes,
and suddenly I felt that I could run
away from the whole bunch at this
hour of the day and see the man
himself without anybody's knowing
it save the superintendent of the
prison and myself. You don't count,
because in this case you are myself."
"Always I would bo yourself to
you, my reverenced Gouverneur
Faulkner," I made reply to him as 11
raised my eyes to his deep ones that
smiled down into them.
"I wonder if that is as good as it
sounds, my boy?" asked my Gouver
neur Faulkner gently as lie looked
down at me with both a laugh and a
sadness influencing the smite of his
mouth. "Sometimes I badly need two
of myself. They are at me from
waking to sleeping, and I often
cut into little bits and I can't even
say so. In fact, youngster. I'm squeal
ing to you more than I've let my
self do since I became the chief ex
ecutive of this state of Harpetli. |
Now, turn off into this road and goj
straight ahead. The prison is about'
a mile back there at the foot of that
hill."
"I—l like those squeals," I an
swered to his smile as I put my
cherrry against the spring wind and
raced down that long road at a great
speed that prevented any more con
versation at that moment. My pride
bade me show to that gouverneur of
Harpeth what good driving in a fine
car I was able to accomplish.
Therefore it was not many min
utes before we stood within the doors
of that very grim and terrible home
of the human beings who have sin
ned with a greta crime. I know that
I am never to forget that hour and
am to carry .forever the wound that
It inflicted upbn my heart as I walked
through the dimness and grayness
and stillness of that dark house.
At last, with many unlocklngs of
heavy doors by the director of that
prison, we stood in a room that was
as a cage in which to keep the hu
man animal that crouched down up
on a hard bed in one of its corners
and leaned a head shaved bare of
any hair upon a very thin and white
hand.
"Leave me, superintendent, for a
few minutes. The young man will
stay by the door to let you know
when I want you," said that Gouv
erneur Faulkner to the superintend
ent, who nodded and left the room
as I took a position over beside the
heavy iron bars that swung together
after him.
(To be Continued)
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Are Discussed
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BY MRS. WII.SON WOODROW
I once heard a magazine editor
say, that there was one theme for
a story which never failed to catch
the interest of the reader—that of
the man who loses out and then
"comes back."
It follows then—doesn't it—that
the reason this theme always evokes
a sympathetic response is because
it appeals to some instinctive belief
of the human heart. We all, men
and women alike, must feel within
us the ability to "come back," or we
would not so universally concede
that it is a possibility. For no char
acter and no situation in fiction can
stand unless they ring true to the
great realities of life.
There are object lessons a-plenty.
History is stuffed as full of them
as a Christmas cake is of. plums.
Washington, and Farragut and
Julius Caesar and Napoleon and Mil
ton are examples of men who came
back. There is hardly a high light
in all the records of mankind from
the days of the Patriarchs down
that does not fall into this category.
Jacob came back, and so did Joseph
and Moses and Samson and David
and Job.
And as in tMe life of men, so in
the life of nations. England, the
unconquerable, has come baciv
again and again.
The truth is, that no defeat is
final and no mistake irrevocable
so long as the will to fight on and
to succeed endures.
There is the typical case of Gen
eral Grant. He had had his op
portunity and had made reasonably
good. Thep the tide turned.
Through adverse circumstances 'and
to some extent through his own er
rors of judgment, he went down in
the scale. In middle life he stood
rated a failure. Who in 1859 among
his friends and acquaintances would
have had the hardihood to proclaim
Ulysses Grant as a coming great
national figure?
Yet the genius which directed the
siege of Vlfcksburg and carried
through the campaign which ended
in the fall of Richmond was un
doubtedly present in the thristless
tanner as much as in the great com
mander. It needed only the oppor
tunity to demonstrate itself. You
can't put an eagle into a parrot's
cage and expect it to make much
of a success at saying "Polly wants a
cracker." And, according to all ac
counts, Grant was never a very gar
rulous bird anyhow.
Certainly he did not say: "Well,
life is over and done with for me.
I have made irrevocable mistakes,
and I'm getting old, and there's no
chance for me in the future." Neith
er did he go around boasting over
his past successes—the brand of the
has-been. For the men who will
rule to-morrow are always too busy
planning and thinking ahead to
waste time on postmortems.
"They also serve who only stand
and wait." When Destiny beckoned,
Grant responded. He stepped for
ward to take his place among the
great captains of history.
It's a great, big fallacy to say
that Opportunity knocks only once
at every door. That is not an orig
inal statement on my part, but it's
a true one, which is better. For Op
portunity knocks again and again
and comes persistently and In many
different guises to us all. The musty,
old axiom which asserts the con
trary is just a refuge for the slacker
and the shirk.
It is true, however, that, as In
the processes of nature, there are
In every life longer or shorter per
iods when things seem to come pretty
definitely to a standstill. The tide
goes out until it seems to our de
spairing eyes to be receding as far
as the horizon; there is nothing but
sand In every direction. It chokes
our throats and It smarts In our
eyes and we'd as lief die as live.
But the tide that goes out has got
to come In. Action and reaction;
.that's the law of the universe. And
during the deadly periods when we
seem to be merely marking time, we
are really gathering our forces for
a fresh attack. Let us fall back
upon the eternal platitudes which
have never been surpassed as Illus
trations of human life, the grub
within the chrysalis making ready
to emerge as a butterfly, the grain
beneath the winter's snow silently
gathering energy to expand and
ripen in the summer harvests.
Often the success which one
achieves may be directly traced to
these intervals of apparent discour
agement and Inaction.
An important figure In the manu-
facturing world to-day occupied as
a young man a position of trust with
a large corporation. He drifted into
unfortunate associations and, trying
to keep up the pace, became a de
faulter. His shortage was discov
ered, He was tried and sent to
State's prison. And that was the end
of him —or would have been. If he
had been made of ordinary stuff.
But he did not yield to the da-
All's Well That
m Ends Well M
By JANE McLEAN
She has been working from early
morning and as she stooped over
the hot oyen to draw out the frag
rant tins, a discontented droop curv
ed her straight, usually patient
mouth.
She was strong and well, and very
young, and some one had told her
only a few days before, some passer
by who had glanced carelessly at
the freshness of her face and had
been suddenly soothed by it, that
she ought not to waste herself in
the country, and that no woman
with any good looks at all should
slave on a farm.
The tourists in passing through
the notch in the hills were almost
invariably lured by the vine cov
ered farmhouse, and many a load
drove up to the door and were fed
and sent on their way by the little
woman who lived there. Usually
she gave them freshly killed chicken
and country vegetables, and great
ohocolate cakes with homemade
Ice cream, and she was too busy to
listen to their conversations. But
she remembered vaguely that the
women were always beautifully
basing influences of his surround
ings. Neither did he whine, nor cry,
nor murmur that life was over for
him. For once, imprisonment had
the reformatory effect which it is
theoretically supposed to exercise.
In his cell and during the hours that
he was employed, he had ample op
portunity for reflection and he put
it to good purpose.
When he came out he went right
back to the town where he had
met disgrace and began to build
up the structure of his life all
over again. It wasn't an easy job;
it never is, to inspire confidence in
a community where you have lost
it. People are kindly enough in the
main, but there is among the major
ity a universal distrust of the convict
and his assurances of reform. This
particular convict found it exceed
ingly tough sledding. But he gritted
his teeth and held on. And after a
while the Angel of Opportunity came
around. It wasn't a thunderous
knock that the angel gave on his
door, just a hesitating, little rap, so
faint that it could scarcely be heard.
And what the angel offered was a
proposition which entailed a lot of
hard work and the promise of only
a very meagre reward.
But the young man was game
enough to take it up, and to-day he
is the directing head of one of the
largest corporations in the country,
with an income which runs into hun
dreds of thousands. That fault of
his youth has been so utterly ex
punged that it is remembered only
as a dramatic incident in his career,
and even to himself It must seem
like a dream.
A year or two ago there was pub
lished an unsigned personal narra
tive, easily recognized In Its details
by those who knew something of
the .work and history of the writer.
It told of a Western business man
who. in the attempt to expand too |
rapidly overstepped the bounds of
the law and was sentenced to a five
term In prison. His career
was blasted, his business as a re
sult of the exposure was in ruins.
Even if he were at liberty, ho ;\%d
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dressed and they all laughed a good
deal, and after the underslung rac
ing car had passed on its way with
its single occupant who had praised
her beauty which hitherto had been
unnoticed Edith Fraser had exam
ined her face in the mirror and had
found it fair.
For the first time since she had
been married she stopped to con
sider the life she was leading. Was
she happy? Was this the ultimate
goal, this staying on the farm and
working hard day in and day out?
Did she love Joe enough for that?
As she pulled out the smoking
loaves and set them by the window,
there came the sudden blare of a
motor horn outside, and the next
minute a man came around to the
back door, and, with cap in hand,
asked Edith if they could get re
freshments here. Edith smiled eag
erly, and soon the whole party wero
seated around a little round table
on the cool porch, and was de
vouring good things which were
generally kept on hand for emer
gencies.
Edith saved a great deal of money
in this way, but she wondered now
why she did It. Did she ever get
anything out of it? And she looked
down disdainfully at the crisp ging
ham house dress and wished it were
silk instead.
Edith observed the strangers
closely, and when the men finally
left, asking permission to stroll
about for a few minutes, Edith lis
tened to the women's conversation
with almost strained attention.
Somehow both of them looked tired.
They had laughed a great deal
when the men were present, but
their eyes had belied their lips.
Now onfr>-of them sank back wearily
into her chair and yawned.
"Isn't this restful, Jean?" she said
after a few minutes.
"Yes," returned the other woman,
"Just heavenly. 1 wish I could come
and stay here a year."
"I'd like to live here, If I could
leave Jim behind,"' said the first
woman, who looked about twenty
five. "He bores me to death. I'm
sure I don't see how I ever hap
pened to marry him."
"Oh, Jim is good enough; he gives
you your own way," answered the
older woman. "And you have every
single thing you want."
The other woman smiled bitterly.
"Oh, not everything, Jean; love
ought to come in somewhere."
"Nonsense; what has love to do
with it. You're morbid to-day."
"No, T guess this place with its
wholesomeness and sincerity has
roused me out of my usual self.
"How fortunate you are," she
said, turning suddenly to Edith,
who was folding up the snowy
cloth.
Edith looked down into the young,
hitter eyes, her own soft and ten
dor.
"Yes, I guess I am," she said
softly.
That night when Joe came home,
tired and hot, and vanished upstairs
to come down freshened and ready
for the evening meal, he held Edith
unusually close and turned her face
suddenly up to his.
"I've got a surprise for you, girl,"
he said, smoothing back the sott
brown hair. "I think you're looking
kind of peaked of late. How'd you
like to take a little trip, just you
and me?"
"Oh, Joe," Edith whispered, her
eyes widening.
"Seems like you're crazy about the
idea, eh? Well, we're going Satur
day, and we're going to get you
some pretty clothes, and we're going
to sprint off somewhere every little
while after this. The farm's paying
well, and I don't want you to be
getting tired of me."
And, suddenly tender, he lifted up
the tanned little hand, with its gold
band shining on tho third finger, and
brushed it softly with his lips.
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