LUCKY BOB'S INSPIRATION. How a Light In a Window Caused a Villain's Downfall. Br HOWARD FIELDING fCflpffitM, 1919, t»* AmprlPifi l r»* A«M lit* name win Midteft Bryce. Up »•« nn nllortie}, Mini ilii- law of | rat ml* Was the Held w lt«* re I u he renped mi I'trciifiit harvest of fee* III" friend* called him "l.tick; " A tun it Mould hnlurall) prefer In hnvo hi* Mttcensea credited to III* (it'll It.* rntlter Ihnti l<> hi* luck. yet It WII< no| for till* reason Ihnt Hrycf •!I«11kI hi* nli kitnmo. It offended lilin ln"< ■ n-»- It wn* n lie Thf fnlc* hiiil done tilm mi 111 turn, nnd nil Iholr favor* wer» hut mockerle*. Throe your* ngo, w ben Bryce wa« twenty-six. In* met Mnrlln 1.. Randall, who paid hlni wrll for n *ninll profo« idnnnl service. 'I hi' money came ju*t In tIK* nlrk of time, for Bryce WIN struggling hiiril to got II foothold In'ln dependent practice I : ii in I ill wn* II rich man III* hiiil mAlitlfiictut itiif Intrr i'*t* of viirloti* kllul*. Involving Ihi' 11*0 of patented machinery niid the milking of patented nrllrli'*. 11 •* took II fancy to Hrye, Intrusted him with Important affairs, kept him in fuiul*, advised him In the In vcMt uifii t of hi* Miirplii*. in vltcil him to hi* home. Friendship sprang up between tin men despite the great difference in their year*. They W ere constantly seen together. It was current tnlk that Bryce's fortune WN* made, ami hi" ml lego nickname. Lucky Huh. wn* hoard Again on IHI- lip* of his associates. On hi* first visit to linudnll'* home Bryce dined with the family, only one of whom had n drop of hlooil In com mon with Randall. Till* was his sls ler, N widow and childless. The others were a Mrs. Loring und her daughter AMY and a young niau named Ballard Dillon. Randall had been N cavalry officer in the civil war and in those days capable of romantic friendships. Mrs. Ixirliig was the widow of a com rade in anus. Dillon was the sou of , another. The lady hud been left with some small means in trust with RAN j dali. Dillon was a penniless orphan who had fallen Into the lap of lux'- Amy Loring was not yet . ighteen ( when ltryce first saw her. She j seemed to him a very pretty and well bred girl and nothing more. The first warning that Bryce re j ceived came from Bandali at the house one evening. Amy and Dillon J happened to be standing together in a good light and accidentally posed with > some artistic value. "A band some couple," said Randall, who was au admirer of personal beau ty. like most other people who have been blessed with a share of it. It was uot lons after this that Ran dall conveyed to Bryce definitely the intelligence that Amy and Dillon were intended for each other. Increasing misery was Bryce's portion from that hour, and the word "lucky" coupled with his name was bitter mockery. There may be many reasons why a woman should not marry a man though she loves him. There is no reason why she should marry him if she "A lIANDSOMK CuDI LK," SAIU KANOAIiL. loves him not. All debts are canceled, all gratitude vanishes, the wisdom of wise counselors is folly, the dictates of worldly prudence are as rash as madness, if they urge toward marriage without love. Such was Bryce's philosophy, and you may imagine his feelings at the spectacle presented in Randall's home. Mrs. I/)ring and Randall were crea tures of unchangeable decision. They had decided upon this marriage long ago. The idea of it had grown into their bones. As for Amy. she had known Dillon since her childhood and had liked him and disliked him and quarreled with him and made it up. The girl exerted a strong attraction upon Dillon, and there were moments when he fancied himself deeply In love with her. These were the mo ments of encouragement when ho seemed to see a way out of the trou bles into which he had fallen of late years through a course of elaborate duplicity and secret extravagance. For the most part he had too many worries to think of love. Ills pillow was not haunted by images of beauty. He saw Shylocks.and shysters and the wolfish faces of third rate Wall street brokers, and even the helmeted po liceman and grim visaged Jailer fig ured in the worst of his visions. Dillon's situation and character were unknown to Bryce, who charged his constantly recurring doubt of the man's probity to the promptings of Jealousy. He did not deny to himself that he was Jealous and was not ashamed of it so long as it did not be tray him to any dishonor. In June of the third year of his con nection with Randall occurred the trial of an important case. A pot of money was on the table, and the Is sues reached far beyond the visible *ake. Bryce had prepared carefully '1 was confident of success. •udall was defendant. The wlt for the other side were heard "hey appeared upon the stand, 9 mnfhpr'« snn of thorn tacitU 112 nIH mi nplfiroiit iictfc i knowl «,V - i t tthiit wn* t» Clime from the lefpli .■ The Ifile lt»waMliie«* nt IN» l!l«fi*ll o Was H pfofolMMl secret Vet i t'i e people had IfCK tnf'fnilf ■ i id to meet It 'I he father if lie* «li!i| not have lw«|»lr»i| tlieio with * 1., it.i- A. r t I The rn«e drugged through many ! d.ty*, liilt In the earlier *tiise* llry< a bih well riwnre Ihnt ho hitd lioon lie trnjed Apparently the lenk mu*t tie In III* HWit office, but ho could nut trine It ||o felt Ihnt lie WAS Iron toll nuil I new not how It hail lioon done tl ' dull wn* bitterly disappointed. Ito tfivo up the ■ n*e for lost nnd a* *'*ni 'i* 111* own testimony wn* Ii fled to rt'rnl scene*. n* wn* hi* etistMH when It) n bixl mood 110 nnd the nnd nnd tlnllnrd Dillon wont to Itlo Mu*kokn Inko*. In the highland) of ONTARIO. Ilnmlnll had some thought of B'tylng o\ten*l*e property there nnd bulldimr I. llmmer ro*idetiee I'.ri e wn* loft to *truggle with the i ISI* and with the tortures vf ho|iele*H lot In ih." afternoon of the dny !»• fore he wn* to innke hi* argument be entue from the courtroom nt the close of the *es*lo!i nnd ero**oil ton big <>tt' ■■ I lilldlng where there wn* n res t.'iunitit An acquaintance Joined him nt table. • "Did yon know," *»M this rnnn In the i oiir*e of II rambling conversation, "H at Itally Dillon had nn otllee hero?" Brno know no reason why Dillon should have mi office anywhere. ••(•ii I lie liftli floor. No. tmr "rthl the man."l dot know what lie doc*. There'* no name on the door But i'vn seen people going in." "What sort of peoplo'/" nskod Bryce. "A tall, high noscil. lawyer looking old cluip and a stocky man with n chin whisker." "Is tlint so':" -aid Bryce, and ho pur sued the subject no further. When lie had finished Ills luncheon he went to the office of the i.gents of the building. Harvey A Long The latter hail been his classmate at col lege "Ballard Dillon lias a room in this building." said Bryce "I want to get into it." "No such man here." answered Bong. ••who's in saar "Gentleman of the name of Robin son." "Take uio down there. tiet the keys." Bong stared at him and then took a pass key from a rack. Boom 528 was furnished in a style of arid simplicity. There were two ( hairs and a desk. Bryce took up one of tile chairs and broke the desk's hr-It "You may have me arrested for this tomorrow, Jlmmle," said he, "but don't bother me JIOW." Tie searched the desk, made up a package of papers, chiefly memoranda in pencil, and turned to Long, who wus fluttering about in a high fever. "Sit down," said Bryce. "I'll tell you a story." The story served its purpose and re duced Long to a state of reasonable calm. Three days later, about sunset, Bryce landed from a steamer on the Muskoka lakes at the pier of the hotel called the Cllft. There was an un usual number of people on the pier for so early in the season. Obviously the Cliff had made a better start than Its competitor. In the steep path which led to the hotel Bryce met Amy Loring. and de spite the dusk he saw at once that she was changed. Her habitual manner had beeu somewhat grave. It was uow all sprightllness and the thrill of joyous life. She walked like a wood nymph under the great arch of trees, and there was magic in her glance. Bryce, on the contrary, was depress ed by his errand, which burdened him with the most serious questions of duty. HE felt the gloom that was upon him and was not surprised that Amy should mistake its cause. •you have lost the suit," said she an i would have proceeded to make light, of it. but he interrupted her. "On the contrary," said lie, "1 have won. I went crazy on the last day and made a speech which was a won drous triumph of rhetoric over law und common sense. Sympathetic in sanity seized upon the jury, and they decided in my favor. Where is Mr. Randall?" "NE has gone out upon a launch, I don't know where." "Mr. Dillon is with him?" "No" Bryce regarded her keenly "Some misunderstanding has arisen between them ?" said he. _ _ "I violate no confidence," she replied, "for you will be Informed as soon as you see Mr. Randall. Mr. Dillon has been speculating and has involved himself in serious difficulty. Mr. Ran dall is greatly displeased." Bryce understood as clearly as pos sible that Amy saw her own release in this and that she was unable to re strain her joy even though It came through another's misconduct and dis grace. This was exactly lSryce's own position. He carried in his pocket the absolute proof of Dillon's treachery— that he had sold Randall's secrets in the suit so hardly won. Despite the obligations of honor which rivalry in love Imposes, he had not been able to see how Dillon could be spared. To attempt It seemed now doubly futile since the man's exposure had aiready begun. Beyond a doubt the path ot Bryce's love now lay open before him, nnd he read success in Amy's eyes. The time had not come for words, bul the hearts of these two lovers spoke to each other in the warm shadows thrill ing with wlldwood scents beady as wine. It happened that the Cliff was taxed to its capacity and Bryce must seek accommodation elsewhere. After din ner, therefore, he took a rowboat and pulled ncross to a neighboring hotel, the Vale. As Hryce rowed along In the dark ness ho could see a certain light on n veranda of the Cliff. It was a bright lantern on a table before the door of Amy's room. If he held a true course the corner of the hotel would cut this light off from Bryce's view, but by keeping a very little outside the line he could have it to look at, and ho umused himself by just preserving his beacon from eclipse. His meditations were of the most agreeable character, but they were rudely interrupted by \ivvV trr..itt WA« NO «*SWKM collision with n n'.ibmorKod lodge Ihnt very nearly u|i*et the Imnt No harm wn* done, however, nnd ho proceeded upon his errand llnvlng ms'uroil accommodation nt the Viile, ho returned to the CHIT, for lie had revolved to *eo both Itiitidall nnd Dillon Ihnt night. Hlleiico und Hollludo reigned every where, for Muskokn goes early to IMMI No nigu of litininn habitation I* visible from the pier, for Hie trees hide IHO hotel completely. There I* n liny *hcd on the pier, nnd n* Bryce turned in that direction aft er mnking fast Id* boat Mallard Dil lon *top|iod out directly in hi* path "1 wn* walling for)mi." *nfd Dillon, anil the 110*1 Instant lie thrust a revolv er Into Bryce'* fiioc. "Wo must have il_ little tulk, but not here Cot balk Into the liont." Bryce obeyed because be knew Dil lon. A threat from that man was not subject to any discount. In spite of Ids many weaknesses of character lie wn* one who would not display a weapon in mere bravado, but with the intent nnd the nerve to use It. Bryce got into the boat, and Dillon followed him. silting in the stern and comma tiding Bryce to take the oars. "Now pull." said ho and pointed with tbe revolver. A few strokes brought the l»oat out into the sweep of the wind, ami she began to drive off short at a lively rate. Bryce looked up at the cliff and saw the light before the door of Amy's room. "I know what you did in New York," said Dillon. "I've had word from there. I know what you've got in your pocket. Now. I can't afford to have that evidence delivered to Mr. Ban dali. I'm in troujle enough already, but I can smooth it over. Your story would put me beyond help." "Do you expect roe to promise to be silent?" asked Bryce and stopped row ing. "Keep on with those oars." said Dil lon sternly, but he did not answer the question. In a flash Bryce saw into the other's mind. His ileatli alone would make Dillon safe. His silence would not be secured by a promise, but by a pistol shot and the waters of the lake. Bryce looked up at the bright light 011 the veranda of the Cliff, and an in spiration seemed to come from it. He shaped his course as he had shaped it before. Ills life was in Amy's bunds, and she did not know it. If she should extinguish that light his guide to safety would be gone. He saw Dillon draw in his breath. Ills teeth gleamed in the darkness, revealed by the straining of the th'n lips. "Stop rowing." said he. "Give me those papers!" And lie stood up IU the boat, with both hands extended. Bryce, knowing that he must be near the place, rowed on. His eyes were fixed upon the light. "Stop, I tell you!" commanded Dil lon, bending farther forward The boat struck the rock, A wave was under her stern, and she ennic down the harder. Dillon was flung clear beyond Bryce. He struck heavily upon the rail and went over the side. The revolver was discharged, but harmlessly. The boat was swept clear of tlis ledge and tilled, her bow being stove in. Bryce clung to her and shouted to Dillon, who was now disarmed, for his revolver had fallen into the boat. There was no answer. The man was a strong swimmer, yet he did not rise to the surface. He must have been stunned by his .all, for the lake held him. He was never seen again. Bryce worked his way to shore with the swamped craft. He looked back toward the Cliff, and the bright UNIR was still there, but as he gazed it flickered as if beckoning and then was quenched. Itryce stood with out stretched hands, his heart straining nt Its moorings, toward that spot. Th* Irishman'* Rtaourc*. In his volume of essays, "Dreama Dead Earnest and Half Jest," Mr. Coulson Kernahun compares his com patriots. the natives of the Green isle, with the English: "That your Englishman never knows when he is beaten is the veriest plati tude. In all the world there la no na tionality which can play a losing game with such desperate doggedness. I venture to think, however, that the Irishman—and therein is perhaps a reaso . why he excels in the art of war —l3 more resourceful. Is quicker to think and quicker to act. "An Englishman, finding himself In a corner so tight that any one else would decide at once that there w-as nothing for it but surrender or retreat says. 'Here I am. and here I'll stick to tie shot at till I'm killed or till relief comes.' An Irishman in tiie snme place would say: 'lt's the mischiefs own hole I'm in! But wait now! What way 'll I be getting outT And get out the Irishman generally does, for he Is so resourceful that his reaourcefuiness might sometimes be better described as sllpperlness." Tha Wizard. "It's a remarkable thing." said old Brlghtboy at tea time, "bat I can push my saucer through the handle of my cup." Tbe others glanced at tbe small ban die and gave the speaker a withering look. "I can," persisted Brlghtboy. "Do It, then," they challenged. Calmly taking up bis spoon. Brlght boy passed It through the handle of the cup and then pushed the saucer with it THE SHIPWRECK OF GLOOM A Lesson In Courage and In lb* Value ol Life. I », HOWARD FIELDING. I Cnf. » 11« hi 1»W. br Am»rl<an |'t»« AMI , elm ton I Mr. Iliirilpti hurt not hto nf fli'r ilmt morning, iiml II tuny Inn bfril 111 mil I noon *lipn nil flflnliT ill" gorgisl him on tin' level nf 111* own i place nf bii»liu** Immeij—.eiy In «n* aware nf Ihe high key™ ho.vMi inlet* nf .111 turn, hi* tin inly IIIHII, II iTc'l turn of many dilllra anil nf nit 11 it * , lull*, (WotMl fidelity. "There'* H Inily wnll'i' for yaw." ill 111 .limit** "Shi** 111 ynur rim 18, *hr to." • U'lml «M»rt nf ii lady?" «*kt*d lln* - ! I ell. "A yn niifc Indf," answered .limn * "She'* I>llll l here iiliinil luilf tin hour. ! with n *ult '-ii«e. I never saw her In fore She''i Knl Id ill* eye*, Very hllle eye*, she ha* Anil I guess »li«* Bill*' feelln vi'lU I took her in a glass o wilier II oolite o' lillie* nil' Kile •Irillii. HI. She wn*llilr*ty. she won." Hurtled shook his heart. lie eolll'l not remember any young Itirty of till-* i kind Anil yet the eye* 'l'lliliii lillle eyes. .lames," said he. "like the color llint you've seen on a | tine cup iind saucer?" "Well, to tell the truth." *nld Jnine* earnestly. "I never .seen such n eolor anywhere* liefore not on iinlhin'. I didn't." Hnrtletl spent «otne seconds In re j flei'tioti. "Go into my ntlice," said he,"and *ee If there * n letter from Mr. Carver of Philadelphia amongst my mail If i there Is I wnut it." Stii'h n communication was Indeed | there, anil -lauie* brought it out. Il wad the querulous letter of n wor j rlisl <iml weary man, ami It nfTected Hurt let t like the filing of a saw, for hi* nerve* were in no condition to | endure the caterwauling* of a busi ness associate. Carver was nfraid of j a big note of Hart left's which wa< ; maturing in a Itoston bank. •"You'll have to pull money out of ; the game to meet that note," he wrote. | "anil that will cripple us. Instead of a handsome profit, we'll he likely to make a loss." And he went onto he- i wall the hiss as if It were already j made lie declared that he was not tit even to think of the matter. The long siege of illness in his family had broken his nerve. "And, though we're all o.i our feet again," he added, "I'm tho otighly tired out. We never should hr.ve pulled through except for (Vila Gilbert. and now the poor girl has broken down and must go home nervous prostration, and pretty bad. too, I'm afraid. And she'll have to travel all the way to Itoston alone unless you can go over with her Fri day night. I see by your letter that yo#il be going over Friday or Satur day to try lo lis up some way tore- SUK SMIt.KI) AT 11111. new that note. Hut you won't be able | to do il. You'll have to pay up—eon found the luck! "I'm sending Cella to you. She re j members you ten years ugo, when you were one of Johnny Harvard's lambs, though she was only a child at the time. You used to call on her sister or cousin or somebody. And. by the way. If you can go over with her, go br boat. Cella has had the most con fotjnded luck In traveling by train. She's been In three accidents-no fan cy smashups, but just the usual thing —an engineer and a couple of mail clerks sent aloft: nobody hurt In the high priced seats. The last case was a carload of laborers that got in the jvay, and Celia saw some of them afterward. I think she'd get a better night's rest on the boat." Bartlett took off his hat and passed his left hand downward from the top to the back of his head. His brain was sore to the touch. "This is my finish," he said. "The girl will drive me crazy, but 1 can't In common decency let her go over alone. I have broken bread in her fa ther's house, and the old chap was kind to me." An ordinary man might have seeu in Celia Gilbert only a very pretty girl who was pale and looked as if she had been ill. Bartlett saw far more. The slightly gathered brows, the steadied lips, the voice ccn stantly controlled to guard against the revelation of a causeless excite ment, were eloquent to Bartlett. He knew that this girl's life from mo ment to moment was held to a de termined standard of calmness by an unresting heroism, and when he re membered that she had come to this sad state through the mere exercise of helpful kindness his soul cried out against the government of the uni verse. She was cousin to Carver's wife; she had gone to ihat house of affliction because she was needed there and for no other reason. Celia sat in his office all the rest of the day. At half past .">. when Bartlett wqnt aboard the sound steamer with all his worries on bis hue! anil !'• •• pule, Mtefll t tf '1 *»• i li»l«< lotl» 112 <1 i! 11. «n fl *• he Rml II Tiny liml ««ifm ill > ■ mid j«<ritH|'« t|i« fi-'rt I t j tin ft tell At ntty fate. In nf Ibt* iifiil he Wit* *mi h 1.-I Isilnn lie |* ripl»ed Hint t. .« pi , rnrp una »mt il'i't' • lug tft I d I i ; Inlmrln* tinder a |»fi* ive||»rt Men of toll*! hi t rlTc I ll | hiii him uticlll In lie. ; In view nf her mtirtltlnn. mid 111 f*l«e notion hurt ■ iiinpletely 112. v«| him. 11l reality «he hud But uttered * 1 ininphilnl nil ilny She hail e*|ire*< | ert tin rt«**poiidetit view, hill had ite«. tly i:'r!vtl to lll«|H»l III" gloom between thetn, all nf whl' h Imd eitmnaleil from himself 'I pon my word. *nld he, ''toklig aero** Ml her. "you me h vi*.,* *,. young woman." "In com | hi rl*on with whomt" "Wywlf." She iimldeil her lienrt nurt *mlled at I ■ ilit • "I inn a good ileal worrleil." said he "TSil* lm«llM— « nf in l tii* ill Boston *n« on me like an llieubu* whatever that Is." "I ittn *nir,v." *ald *ln IVrlw|i* lie had looked for a 112 lc curiosity. and |* rha|i* • ie china blue eye* lead till* ill III* fine, for she lint fully itskcil a leading i|iic*tlon. and In* lold his lit wry. There were few pen pie in the world with wliotn be w.iujil have -poken a* frankly. "The trouble I*," said he in coiiclu- j sioti. "that I dare lint go directly to the president of the bank, lie * a tar- ' tar. mid thi* particular kind of re-1 uewal is pet aversion. Hut if 1 , can have the mailer pul up lo him In i just the right light by a friend of' mine (and a pet of him inside the j bank the thing will go through. 1 don't | waul Uoiunil even lo know that I came over to Boston to see anybody in the bank. I wouldn't have hitu know it for a thousand dollars." "Mr. Holatnl is the president?" "Yes." "Suppose you should meet him on the Street." slie suggested. "1 should dodge Into the nearest open door," said he. "If lie saw me in Bos lou at this time he'd know what I was there for, mil he doesn't like wirepull-1 lug inside ills bank." "1 don't like wirepulling anywhere," said Celia. "I think you should meet Mr. Bolaud deliberately." "Not for gold and precious stones." "I have a feeling that you will," she insisted, "and 1 don't like thi' idea that you're afraid of him." "I don't like it myself," said he, "but I am." "Then you'll surely meet him. 1 nev er dare to be afraid of anything for fear that It will happen." "I admit there's something in it." said he. Celia retired to her stateroom early, and Bartlett went down to the main (leek, where ill the girl's absence he relapsed into gloom and consoled him self with strong cigars. A streaky fog lay ou the sound. In the thicker places the steamer would slow down as if bewildered, and her whistle would exchange Impatient blasts of nautical conversation with other whistles. A human Irritation seemed to animate these tones. Bartlett thought of Celia lyinc awake and listening to the mourufr and alarming chorus. Tenderti"- eame to his heart. He regretted tii he had not been kinder to her; tip Ii j had not spoken cheerier woras at im-.' parting. "All the human sense and goodness have gone out of me," he growled. "I am the wreck of what 1 was." It was past II when he went to hi j stateroom, and he sat for a long time j on the edge of his berth, thinking I despondently of the morrow. The whi - j tie was now doing its worst, and the! answers were more petulent. lie dis J tlnguished one voice among tlicm that seemed angrier than the others, and . drew constantly nearer. Then for i interval lie missed that voice. Mleuiel reigned for perhaps no more l nan a I minute, bill it seemed much lou • • ! Bartlett rose to his feel he knew ii \ why. Jn the depths of the vessel he her-' 1 a bell strike once. The vibration e i tile fabric ceased. The engine wn rest. Suddenly, close at hand, thej whistle that he had listened for called! out with its strong voice. Two quick ' blasts answered it from his own ve ■ I sel. and instantly the bell Iu the depths j rang sharply twice. Bartlett was in part prepared for! calling to her. She answered him very much in her usual tone. "I will be ready iu a moment." she j said and almost Immediately appear- , ed. He was amazed that she should j be dressed. I "Are many people hurt?" she asked. | "We must try to help." And she crossed to the wreckage. An officer and some uniformed ne groes. with a passenger or two, were i disentangling the injured from the ' wreck of staterooms. Bartlett joined | this party and was astonished to see i men and women come forth from this j mass of splinters with but a few scratches. He worked with zeal for | perhaps two minutes, which seemed j long, and sufficed for multitudinous j service. Then he climbed out of the tangle and looked around fc«r Cella. The young lady with nervous pros- j tratlon, whose doctor had sternly or tl»r«l firr to nf»«tntn lr> m nil rv«rtl< n nlwl rti ttPfimH, wss |ihenllii* »m lh» fllK'f llf tllf «I' ( tll'flU t' I I M ||»«• wounds it|H>n it mnn's Ihm4 Aiimlrnlli'ii of hi* nwtmf thflltpj In laltti Hi' reim-nt Iwtiil thai his nun rh w*s nut ilmir A luwfsp i Wild ' nihil* from behind 11 ntmi'tunin Moor whl'h Km Jammed so It' I it '•"till! mil lw Mticmil, HnftlHl k i ItH Angers Hit' 1 'T*|e«» and rlp|s-d Ili«» MM mil ttifMiigli Hip woodwork lIK du«,r swung open Ttii" Interior of that mum. If II con ,l Htlll IK- «II 0 iii bavp mi Interior was nn ltti|w*s* i* ruin. The rear wall «n< the Kfm sea f.ig. thi- births liml fallen Into tin- nntlmr tfn knge. tin* flimr *ni alutttorpd nn that It hp tiil like HIP dftift« »112 n |il' kct fence. hut It held Anil on thill shlTpred floor, clothed u. «uvfcb'iui'lit< d bi n pitlr of Ifinmers nuil iiw Kh"f. Htmni furl In llnlnliil. president of tlip II tiliil U National bank' i Burnett rxlrmlcil n hand nnil drew him to a sourer footing. Glcrpl fur n few hrulsrs nnil scratchps lie Was unhurt. 1 Ha, Mr n-irtlrlt." mild lie cheerllv, "no ymt'rp in,* pri «i>rvi»r. Wliorc I* Ml«s Ullbirt? Hi.fe, I tru«t." Bartlett point oil across thp saloon to I where Cells ill knelt among the I wounded. | "llnd bless her'" said Poland fer ! rotitlj". "I know by s'-ilii ' hpr father aid I are ml • | tlrookl.ru Imt I have never met HIP I youiik lady. s " I kept nloof when I saw licr In the dining room this evening. I expected to timet .von ' Inter In Boston, of course." ! Till- collision of Iho two vessels seemed a * inn 11 shock compared to liis col Union with Curtis Bolaud The service lie li il rendered utterlj/dobai' ' red liim from asking favors al the J bank. The floor did not Kink under him. j The night's calamities were at nn end. Water tight compartments kept tin" ' vessel afloat, and she proceeded slow ly under her own steam to New l.on don, whence the passengers proceeded i t>y train lo Boston. Bart let t. Roland and Miss Gilbert were companions on this Journey, and for n large part of a way the lady, utterly exhausted, slept profoundly. And one of the men watched beside | her with something akin father ly affection, the other witbjfeeper ten derness. lie knew now .v*iy the eyes that he had seen ten years before hud never faded from his memory. "Bnrtlett." said the banker. "I for get whether you are married." J "I am not," nnswered Bartlett. "A year from today—who knows?" There was a long pause. "Bnrtlett, how are things going with you ?" "Every prospect pleases," responded the youhg man. The banker eyed him for some min utes. "Perfectly convenient for you to meet that note?" "I can meet it," answered Bartlett, and then he straightened up in his seat. "I can do many things that would have been hard yesterday. I have had a lesson in courage, in self forgetfulness and in the value of life I am worth a dozen of the Johnny Bartletts that have been walking the floor this last month, and one of the proofs of it is that I'm not afraid to tell you that I have been walking the floor. lam not afraid of anything or anybody," Another silence. "Send me over a little money," said the banker, "as little as you please, Just enough to make a showing. Send me the same kind of paper for the bnlance. Will that suit?" "I should think so! But I don't ask"— "Tou have asked nothing." said Bo land. "The proposition is mine." GROTESQUE NAMES. *" Burdens That Innocent English Chil dren Had to Bear. in England, as in other countries, thousands of people go through life cherishing a grudge against their par ents for giving them absurd or incon gruous names. It was most natural that a demure and pretty girl in a uortli suburb should feel resentful when she had lo answer to the name uf Busybou. . given in honor of the ) inner of a race fifteen years before. Among the names registered at Som erset House are Airs and ('.races and Nun Nicer, which were innocently borne by two little girls who found theui most embarrassing in after years. The appalling name of Wellington Wolseley Roberts was borne by a young man who. In disposition and ap pearance, was anything but militant, and as little likely to win fame on the battlefield as his predecessors Ar thur Wellesley Wellington Waterloo Cor and Napoleon the (Jrent Kagar. However, even these names, inap propriate as they may be. are to be preferred to Roger the Ass. Anna (sic) Domini Davies and Boadicen Basher. To parents of large families the ad vent of another child is not always welcome, but it Is scarcely kind to make the unexpected child bear a tok en of disapproval. It must be rather terrible togo through life, for exam ple. as Not Wanted James, What An other, Only Fancy William Brown, or even as Last of 'Ein Harper, or Still Another Hewitt. And yet these are all names which the foolish caprice of British parents has Imposed on In nocent children.—Chicago Reeord-Her ald. 4 Myitery of the Egg. An egg for one thing is a succession of bags, bagged up in one another, a series of envelopes enveloped in one another, bags aud envelopes without i joints, seams or openings. Puzzles, ships built up and full rigged In bot tles, flies in amber, are simply simplic ity itself as puzzles when It comes to how these bags wrap one another up, bag hi bag. In a hen's egg there are eight or nine or ten of the sacks in sacks ensacked. Everybody thinks he knows what nn egg is, and after weary reading and study in many languages he only begins to learn that nobody knows a tiny fraction of all the world of secrets and mysteries hidden in an egg. "As full of meat as an egg" is not the true comparison, but "as full of mystery as nn egg" is nearer the truth. Eggs arc the greatest puzzle in all nations—New York Tress. prcm in r,a worn prcrt e I" rtt»l*f"l lii f|«|i al M*P»FTAL J A H''S iitdtt**ri m iipifm stuff oil in fiwfrtofliii'ttt for fi"o|ii»> tn the Pinnf At )ir»«s«'t iii iitrp ■ liifsitms# t < mm. m till 111 noru |ieMi»'« «hi' h nn ltii| .irli il from the 1 -efli h i-nn»| Iml Il |* hitfit-il to itt|itnri' imrt of I'IIS ffndf "I flu I orili r» from w irfßl inr*" tix^r* • 112 FLU- |M'II|I|».« NTE on hsml ititl t*iti||rs r»f hmH W» Phuiii'iil in «eip-'iins HIP IM-Ithies rri>m ihi- l» ni h «t Utotnti unit j the ni'lfrhlnirttiK ftlinmsi Hi* Favorite Opiate. T'shprs In Ihi'iitl'rs linmllp Mine p* rtlllir iieiiple doting a seamm, but tb* e*|M'r|pin eof tin* employpp of a i liea|. i nut Hired playhouse was a |UIKKIr for xonip time A well dressed, tiilddlt | aged man won Id secure an end neat In ! Iho front row almost every ev • nlng. lie would tell HIP usher If he foil asleep be was not lo he illHturlied tin ! 11l nflPt the show No sooner wnnM I the or hi'Mttn piny the overture than I the ushers would notice that llie man was asleep M the close of the night's • •nlerlalnment some one would roua* the sleeper ami he would litVe with a polite ncknowleil-'u ent one night h« i explained bW slrntige behavior: "I suflTer from Insomnia," Im said. 'The only relief I gel is w hen 1 sit close to the drummer In an orchestra. There is something In the rhythmic i I testing of tie drum that soothes tns .to sleep Philadelphia Times Found a Place. Tile blll|M>ster laid one | ister left and no conspicuous place to put It. 1 lie stood on the corner and wondered i what he should do with It. Presently an Italian woman carrying a big load I of wood on her head passed by. | "Better than a Broadway electric I tower for my business," said he. Panic brush and paste were requlal j tioued, the poster was clapped on the ! perambulating wood pile, and for flf : teen minutes the ever curious Broad j way crowd stopped, turned and even followed to learn something about tho | commodity that was advertised in that I novel manner. New York Sim Wanted to Know. "Have you ever read any of toy hus band's poetry?" "Yes, I have had t hat- er—yes, irnv'am." "What do you think of II?" ' "Mad&ni, are you looking for a com j pllment for your husband's verses or ' fpj_sjmputhy for yourself?"— Houston Shopping Troubles. "Tomorrow is my wife's birthday* and I want to buy n present that will tickle her." "We have a nice line ot feather boas." "No, no. I mean something that would make a hit with her." "Anything in hammers?" "You misunderstand. 1 want soma* thing striking that"— "Ah, you wish a clock." "That's all."—Cleveland Plain Deal er. Permanent. "Mr. Smith," spoke up the young lawyer, "I come here as a oepresenta* tlve of your neighbor. Tom Jones, with the commission to collect a debt dun him." "1 congratulate you." answered Mr. Smith, "on obtaining so permanent a Job at such an early stage in your career."—Success Magaziue. Hardly. A Sunday school teacher, after read ing the story of Ananias and Sap* phiru to the juvenile class, asked, "Now. children, why doesn't the Lord strike everybody dead who tells a lie?" '"Cause." answered a bright Uttl® t fellow, "there wouldn't be anybody I left hardly."— ChlcrtK'i News. Must S3 Rich. "He must have money." "What makes you think so?" "lie never takes the thirty daya*< i grace allowed HU his life iusurancn premiums." Detroit Free Press* How to Open a Can of Corn. One of the smallest of the little girla In a West Philadelphia family had of- I ten assisted her mother in preparing the meals. She observed that her mother, who was rather hasty, always talked to herself when she had any difficulty in opening cans of vegetables. The little girl thought that the hasti ness was a part of the operation. "One day she was visiting a neigh bor and went into the kitchen to help prepare a meal. She watched the neighbor take a can of corn, apply the opener aud removn the top. "That's not the way to open a can of corn," said the little girl. "Why, what other way Is there?" asked the neighbor. "Well, you take the can of corn anA start to open it, and then you bear down and the opener slips. Then yotj say 'Darn this can!' and finish It. That's the way my mother opens a can of corn."—Philadelphia Times. iBID EV A Flella ble TIN SHOP for nil kind of Tin Roortnn, Spouting nnd Conorai Job Work. Stove*. Hoatoro, ftan««e. Furnaces, etc- PRICES TBB LOWEST! QlllLlTf TUB BUST.' JOHN 111 YSO V Ha U» E. FRONT ST.
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