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LAURENS, S. C, Mar. 18, 1003.
Ilouest hut Abandoned.
William J. Bryan stands by his col
ors. Ho is no less a free silver man to
day than he was seven years ago. He
is in astonishing contrast to others of
our great leaders. He had said in 1896
that he had convictions. So said they
all*' Be declared that free silver was
right In principle and forever right.
So said they all, Bryan Is now where
he was tbem. Not so with the others.
^j.-.Bryali writes and speaks now us he has
always spoken and written. The others
speak and write on other subjeots.
In 1896 we believed that Mr. Bryan
was honestly but hopelessly and wretch
edly ?wrong. Events seem to have
prov/w I*. In formor years, the
statesmen, the b'.g gun Democrats,
y told tho poople that freo silver was the
r great and leading Domooratio doctrine.
These Stateemen, these Big Gun Demo
t "?ats, who told tho people,making them
bolieve, that pol'tical life, salvation
and hope, deponded on freo coinage at
16 to 1, havo abandoned free silver.
They do not mention it. They dare not
mention it. Apparently they are
ashamed,?yes, ashamod of It. The
mon who were loudcat about free ?11
vor, the men most Intolerant o! "gold
bugs," aro tho men who most despise
In 1890 the DemoWats of South
Carolina sont a delegation to the Chi
cago Convention pledged to bolt the
Convention unless it should declare for
10 to 1. Thus they were ready to
smash the party to save free silver.
If free silver was a right principle
and an essential Democratic principle
then, why is it not right and essential
now? If It be right and essential now
why la poor Bryan left solitary and
alono to champion It?
The history of tho Democratic party
? for seven yoars m3rely teaches that
the people are sometimes deceived by
their leaders. The political leaders
largely shape party sentiment. They
do the talking. The average man does
not make up his own. mind. He thinks
he does, of course. But ho hasn't the
time. He hears the views of his favor
ite political lepder and begins to
Hhout. That is why it is important to
have reasonably honest leaders.
Tho habit has bjen in this state for
the leaders to suppress their convic
tions and applaud what they think Is
for the tlmo popular. This is proven
by tho fact that few of our leaders ad
vocate now what they advocated live or
ten years ago. In 1802 the sub-treasury
was the cry. It died quick and is un
niversally admitted now to havo been
a most fool proposition but the leaders
favored it.Not even the b ldest of them
who knew how silly a notion it was had
the grit to stand up before the people
and say so. Not one had the nervo to
challenge defeat for tho time. Each
one wanted ofllce and cared not a fig
for Democratic principle. It was the
samo with free silver and It will be the
same with "antl-imporalism," so
cal'ed. Now our leaders, groat lead
ers, aVo rearing In their boots about
trusts and no two of them agree on
what is meant by tha word. This Is
when they aro away from homo. Mean
whilo they aro promoting at homo the
only monopoly in merchandise that
lias oven been openly created and pro
tected by monopolistic laws in the
General Wade Hampton wa=> a leader
who did not change with the moon or
with the whim of the majority. Ho was
a gold bug all his lifo and a low tariff
man all his lifo and to hlra Domocracy
moant about tho same thing one year
as another. Ho was not afraid of de
feat. Ho folt tho duty of telling the
truth and, he did. There were very
few llko Wado Hampton .
Some of those days the people will
learn that the "underdog" Is not ne
cessarily tholr enemy and that tho man
who is making tho most noise about
what happens to hi the popular fad at
the monent Is not necessarily their
best frlond. Take prohibitionists, for
example. They are at present the
most completely whipped crowd in the
state. No man could run for office as a
prohibitionist and bo elected. In this
Stato of South Carolina we have made
' whiskey, or the trade in whiskey, our
political god. WhiSKey Is tho "whole
thing." No man could bo eleoted to
ofllce who did not approve or pretend
to approve the stnt9 whiskey trade.
And yet It Is possible that, the prohibi
tionists aro right and that in a few
yoars we shall all acknowledge it. The
Advertiser does not bolieve in either
prohibition or tho dispensary ? but
Tino Auvkrtjseu may bo in error.
Poor Bryan, he Is an object of pity
because he seems to be comparatively
honest In his views. Now lie finds him
self left desolate by the scores of great
Democrats who in 1890 and 1900 hailed
him as their prophet and free silver as
their creed. Nevertholoss, a straight
forward man like Bryan is worth more
to tho people in the long run than the
the great leaders who do not lose iheir
Mako It $000?
The tlmo has come when the salary
of the mayor of Laurens should be in
creased. The sum of $250. Is far too
small to compensate a man for the
Work the ofllce demands. The town
charter should bo amended at aa early
a day us possible. The Advkktisbr
thkiks that tho mayor of Laurens
should be paid $600 a year.
Don't forgot that tho best fertilisers
aro Always tho ehoaperst. When you
put medicine in your system, yon-wan't
the best inoJieino. When you put
medicine in your soli to tone it up, you
want the best.
Baanth* h\i Kind You Hare Always 8hjH
II BLACK Ii
how nelson camk home.
HROUGH the long summer
the mountains and the pines
were with me, and through
the winter, too, busy as I wan
tilling In my Black Rock sketches for ,
tho railway people who would still
persist in ordering them by the dozen,
tho memory of that stirring life would
como over me, and once more I would
be among the silent pines and the
mighty snow peaked mountains, and
before me would appear the red shirt
cd shanty men or dark faced miners,
great, free, bold fellows, driving mo al
most mad with the deslro to selzo and
fix thoso swiftly changing groups of
picturesquo figures. At such times I
would drop my sketch and with eager
brush seize a group, a face, a figure,
and that is how my studio comes to be
filled Avlth tho men of Black Rock.
There they are nbout mo?Graeme and
the men from tbo woods, Snndy, Bap
tiste, the Campbells and, In many atti
tudes and groups, old man Nelson;
Crnlg, too, and his minors, 8haw, Gcor
dle, Nixon, poor old Billy and the keep
er of tho league saloon.
It sooraed as If I lived among them,
and the Illusion was greatly helped by
tho vlvld lottere Graeme sent me from
time to time. Brief notes came now
and then from Cralg, too, to whom I
had sent a faithful account of how I
had brought Mrs. Mnvor to her ship
and of how I had watched her sail
away with none too bravo a faco as
she held up her hand that bore tho
miners' ring and smiled with that deep
light in her eyes. Ah, thoso eyeB have
driven mo to despair and made mo
fear that I am no great painter after
all, in spite of what my fricndB tell
me who come In to smoke my good
cigurs and pralso my brush! I can get
the brow and hnlr and mouth and
pose, but tho eyes?tho eyes eludo me.
And tho faces of Mrs. Mavor on my
wall, that tho men pralso and rave
over, are not such p.s I cou!d show, to
any of the men from the mountains.
Graeme's letters tell mo chiefly about
Cralg and his doings and about old
man Nelson, whilo from Cralg I hear
nbout Graeme and how ho and Nelson
arc standing at his back and doing
what they can to fill tho gap that nev
er can bo filled. Tho three are much
together, I can see, and I am glad for
them all, but chiefly for Cralg, .whose
face, grief stricken, but resolute and
often gentlo as a woman's, will not
leave me or let mo rest in peace.
Tho noto of thanks ho sent mo was
entirely characteristic. There wero no
heroics, much less pining or self pity.
It was simple and manly, not Ignoring
the pain, but making much of tho Joy.
And then they had their work to do.
That note, so clear, so manly, so nobly
sensible, stiffens my back yet at times.
In tho spring came the startling news
that Black Hock would soon be no
more. The mines wero to closo down
on April 1. The company, having al
lured tho confiding public with entlo
lng descriptions of marvelous drifts,
veins, assays and prospects and hnvlqg
expended vast sums of tho public's
money in developing tho mines till the
assurance of their reliability was ab
solutely final, calmly shut down and
vanished. With their vanishing van
ishes Black Rock, not without loss and
much deep cursing on tho part of the
men brought some hundreds of miles
to aid tho company in its extraordina
ry and wholly inexplicable game.
Personally it grieved mo to think
that my plan of returning to Black
Rock could never bo carried out. It
was a great compensation, however,
thnt tho threo men most representative
to me of that life were soon to visit
mo actually in my own home and den.
Graeme's letter said that in one month
they might be expected to appear. At
least he and Nelson were soon to come,
and Cralg would soon follow.
On receiving the great news I at once
looked up young Nelson and his sister,
and we proceeded to celebrate the joy
ful prospect with a specially good din
ner. I found the greatest delight in
picturing the joy and prldo of the old
man In his children, whom he had not
seen for fifteen or sixteen years. The1
mother had died some five years be
fore. Then the farm was sold, and the
brother and sister camo into the city, i
and nny father might be proud of them..
The son was a well made young fellow,]
handsome enough, thoughtful and solid
looking. The girl reminded me of her'
father. The same resolution was seen
In mouth and jaw, and the same pas* I
elon slumbered in the dark gray eyes.
She -was not beautiful, but she carried
herself well, and one would always,
look at her twice. It would be worth]
something to see the meeting between*
father and daughter. *****
But fate, the greatest artist of us all,
takes little count of the careful draw*
ing and the bright coloring,of our fan
cy's pictures, but with rude hand de
ranges all and with one swift 'sweep
paints out the bright and paints in the
dark, and this trick he served me when
one June night, after long and anxious
waiting for some word from tho west,
my door suddenly opened and Graeme
walked in upon me like a specter, gray
?nd voiceless. My shout of welcome
was choked back by the look In his
face, and I could only gaze at him and
wait for his word. He gripped my
hand, tried to speak, but failed to make
"Sit down, old man," I said, pushing
him Into my chair, "and take your
He obeyed, looking up at me with
burning, sleepless eyes. My heart was
sore for his misery, and I said: "Don't
mind, old chap. It can't be so awfully
bad. You're here safe and sound at
any rate." And so I went on to give
him tlnie, fc\it ho shuddered and looked
round and groaned.
"Now, look here, Graeme, let's have
It. When did you land hero? Whero
Is Nelson? Why didn't you bring him
"Ho Is at the station In bis coffin,"
he answered slowly.
"In his cotfin?" I echoed, my beauti
ful pictures all vanishing. "How was
"Through my cursed folly," he groan
"What happened?" I asked.
But, Ignoring my question, he said:
"I must'see his children. I have not
slept for four nights. I hardly know
what I am doing, bot I can't rest till
I see bis children. I promised him.
Get them for me."
"Tomorrow will do. Go to sleep now,
and we. shall ^arrange everything to
ru?rrow," I ?rgcci.
"No," he sold fiercely; "tonight, nowl"
lit hnlf nn hour they wero listening,
pale and grief stricken, to tho story of
their father's deuth.
Poor G'rncine was relentless In his
self condcmnntlon as he told how,
through his "cursed folly," old Nelson
was killed. Tho three?Cralg, Graeme
and Nelson?had coino ns far as Victo
ria together. Thero they left Cralg
and caiiio on to San Francisco. In nn
evil hour Graeme met a companion of
other and evil days, nnd It was not
k 'ig till tho old fever camo upon him.
In vain* Nelson warned nnd pleaded.
Tho reaction from the monotony and
poverty of cnuip lifo to tho excitement
and luxury of tho San Francisco gam
ing palaces swung Graemo quite off
his feet, nnd all that Nelson could do
was to follow; from place to placo and
"And there ho would sit," said
Grneme In n hard, bitter voice, "wait
ing nnd watching often till, tho gray
morning light, while my madness held
mo fast to tho tablo. Ono night"?
hero he paused n moment, put his face
In his hands nud shuddered, but quick
ly ho was master of himself again and
went on in the samo hard voice?"one
ulght my partner nnd I wero playing
two men who had dono us up before.
I knew they wero cheating, but could
not detect them. Gaino after gamo
they won till I was furious at my
stupidity in not bcliv* able to catch
them. Happening to glnnco at Nelson
in- tho corner, I caught a meaning
look, nnd, looking again, ho threw mo
a signal. I knew nt once what tho
fraud was and next gamo charged tho
fellow with it. He gnvo mo tho lie.
I struck his mouth, but before I could
draw my gun his partner had mo by
the arms. What followed I hardly
kuow. While I was struggling to get
free I saw him reach for his weapon,
but as ho drew it Nelson sprang across
tho table nnd boro him down. When
tho row was over, throe men lay on
tho floor. Ono was Nelson. He took
tho shot meant for me."
Again tho story paused.
"And tho man that shot him?"
I started at tho intense fierceness In
the volco nnd, looking upon tho girl,
saw her eyes blazing with n terrible
"Ho is dead," ouswered Graemo in
"You killed hiin?" sho asked eagerly.
Graeme looked at her curiously and
"I did not menu to. He camo nt me.
I struck him harder thou I knew. Ho
Sho drew a sigh of satisfaction and
"I got him to a prlvnto ward, had
the best doctor in tho city nnd sent for
Cralg to Victoria. For three days wo
thought he would live?ho was keen to
get home?but by the tlmo Cralg enmo
we had given up hope. Oh, but I was
thankful to see Cralg come in, and the
joy in the old man's eyes was beautiful
to see! There was no pain at last nud
no fear. He would not nllow mo to re
proach myself, saying over nnd over,
'You would have done tho same for
me,' ns I would, fnst enough, 'and It is
better me than you. I nm old and done.
You will do much good yet for the
boys.' And he kept looking at mo till
I could only promise to do my best.
"Hut I nm glad I told blui how much
good he had done mo during the last
year, for he scorned to tbluk that too
good to bo true, nud when Cralg told
him how ho had helped the Boys in
tho camp and how Sandy nud Hnptiste
and tho Campbells would always be
better men for his lifo among them
the old man's face actually shone ns If
light wero coming through, and with
surprise nnd Joy he kept on saying:
*K)o you think so? Do you think so?
Perhaps so, perhaps so.' At the last he
talked of Christmas night at tho camp.
You wero thero, you remember. Crnlg
had been holding a service, and some
thing happened, I don't know what,
but they both knew."
"I kuow," I said, and I saw again the
picture of the old man under the pine,
upon his knees in the snow, with his
face turned up to the stars.
"Whatever it was, it was in his mind
at the very last, and I can never forget
bis face as he turned it to Cralg. One
hears mt such things. I had often, but
had never put much faith In them. But
Joy, rapture, trjluuiph?these nro what
were In his face ns ho said, his breuth
"'You said?he wouldn't?fall me?you
were right?not once?not once?best?ck
to me?I'm glad he told me-Hhank
Godr-for you?you showed?me?I'll
fee him?nnd?tell him'?- And Crnlg,
kneeling besldo him so steady?I was
behaving like a fool?smiled down
j through his streaming tears Into the
dim eyes so brightly till they could see
no more. Thank him for that I Ho help
ed the old man through, and ho helped
me, too, that night, thank God!"
And Graeme's voice, hard till now,
broke in ? sob.
He had forgotten us nnd was back
beside his passing friend, nnd nil his
self control could not keep back the
"It was his life for mine," he said
Tho brother and sister were quietly
weeping, but spoke no word, though I
knew Graemo was waiting for them.
I took up the word nnd told of what
I had known of Nelson and his Influ
ence upon tho men of Black Hock.
They listened eagerly enough, but still
without speaking. There seemed noth
ing to say till I suggested to Graeme
that he ronst get some rest. Then the
girl turned to him and, Impulsively put
ting out her hand, said:
"Ob, it is all so sad, but how can we
ever thank you?"
"Thank me?" gasped Graeme. "Can
you forgive me? I brought him to his
"NO, not You most not any sol" she
Answered hurriedly. "Yon would have
done tho same for him."
"God knows I would," said Graeme
earnestly, "and God bless you for your
And I was thankful to see tho tears
start In his dry, burning eyes.
Wo carded. J^m, to tho old home In
thov<go^)jByrtotj^^nlght Ho by tho
B,(%J*J? *he\^l$Wj?bndfyovccl and
wroAkel. A few'frien^hmefcus nt the
wa^ywno station and fonrWcV In sad
procc^jlon along the^cpuntry rend that
wound pastvf?rm8 nrn\ through woods
and at last up' to Hie ascentywhern the
quaint old wooden church, W?-k with
the rains and snowsVof mjbjt years,
Mtt? tmwiJtMitent graved ThoJIt
tie graveyard eloped gently Toward tfis
setting sun, and from it one could see,
far on every side, tbe fields of gTatn
and meadowland that wandered off
over softly undulating hills to meet the
maple woods at the horizon, dark,
green nnd cool. Here and there white
farmhouses, with great barns standlug
near, looked out from clustering or
Up the grass grown walk and
through tho crowding mounds, over
which waves uncut the long, tangling
grass, wc benr our friend and let blui
gently down Into the kindly bosom of
Mother Berth, dnrk. moist and vrsrs,
The sound of a distant cowbell mingles
with the voice of the last prayer; the
clods drop heavily with heart startling
echo; the mound la heaped and shaped
by kindly friends, sharing with one
another the task; the loug, rough sods
are laid over nnd patted Into place; the
old minister takes farewell In n row
words of gentle sympathy; tbe brother
and sister, with lingering looks nt the
two graves side by side, tho old and
tho new, step Into tho farmer's car
riage and drive away; the sexton locks
the gate and goes home, and we aro
left outsldo alone.
Then we went back nnd stood by
After a long silence Oruomo spoke.
"Connor, he did not grudge his life to
nie, und I think," and here the words
came BlOwly, "I understnnd now what
that means, 'Who loved mo and gave
himself for me.' "
Then, taking off his hat, he said rev
"B: Cod's hell), Nelson's lifo shall
not end, but shall go on. Yes, old
man," looking down upon tho grave,
"I'm with you," and, lifting up his face
to the calm sky, "God help mo to be
Then ho turned nnd walked briskly
away, as one might who hud pressing
business or as soldiers march from a
comrade's grave to a merry tune, not
that they havo forgotten, but they
have still to tight.
Aud this was the way old man Nel
son came home.
GRAEME'S NEW UIBTlt.
HERE was moro left In that
grave than old roan Nelson's
te-vSSfwfl dead body. It acemcd to me
HBBJ tlint Graeme left part at least
of his old self thero with bis dead
friend and comrade In the quiet coun
try churchyard. I waited long for tho
old careless, reckless spirit to appear,
but he was never the same again. The
change was unmistakable, but hard to
define. He seemed to havo resolved
his life Into a definite purpose. He
was hardly so comfortable a fellow to
bo with; ho mndc me feel even moro
lazy nnd useless than was my wont,
but I respected him moro nnd liked
him none the less. As a Uon ho was
not n success. Ho would not roar.
This was disappointing to me and to
bis friends nnd mine, who had been
waiting his return with eager expecta
tion of tales of thrilling and blood
His first days were spent in making
right, or as nearly right as he could,
the break'that drove him to tho west
His old firm?and I have had more re
spect for the humanity of inwyere ever
since?behaved really well. They prov
ed the restoration of their confidence
In his Integrity and ability by offering
him a place In the firm, which, how
ever, ho would not neeept. Then, when
he felt clean, as he said, he posted otf
homo, taking me with him. During
the railway Journey of four hours he
hardly spoke, but when we had left
tho town behind nnd had fairly got
upon tho country road tha'(tad toward
the home ten miles away his speech
came to him In a great fiow. Ills spir
its ran over. He was like a boy re
turning from his first college term. Ilia
very face wore the boy's open, Inno
cent, earnest look that used to attract
men to him In his first college year.
Ills delight in the fields and woods, in
tbe sweet country air and the sunlight,
wns without bound. IIoW often had
we driven this road together In tho
Every turn was familiar. The swamp
where the tamaracks stood straight and
slim out of their beds of moss; the
brule, as we used to call it, where the
pine stumps, huge and blackened, were
half bidden by the new growth of pop
lars nnd soft maples; the big hill,
where wo used to get out nnd walk
when the ronds were bad; tho orchards,
where tho harvest apples wero best
and most accessible?all had their
It was one of those perfect after
noons that so often come in the early
Canadian summer before nature grows
weary with the heat. The white gravel
road was trimmed on either side with
turf of living green, close cropped by
the sheep that wandered In flocks along
Its wholo length. Beyond the pictur
esque annko fences stretched the fields
of springing grain, of varying shades of
green, with here nnd thero a dark
brown patch, marking a turnip field or
summer fallow, and far back were the
woods of maple aud beech and elm,
with here and thero the tufted top of a
mighty pine, tho lonely representative
of a vanished race, standing clear
abovo the humbler trees.
As we drove through tho big swamp,
whore tho yawning, haunted gully
plunges down to its gloomy depths,
Grneme reminded me of that night
when our horso saw something in that
same gully and refused to go past, and
I felt again, though it was broad day
light, something of the grewsomeness
that shivered down my back as I saw
In tho moonlight the gleam of a white
thing not far through the pine trunks*
As wc came nearer home the bouses
becaiuo familiar. Every houso had its
talc ' We had eaten or slept in most
of them; we had sampled apples and
cherries and plums from their or
chards, openly as guests or secretly as
marauders, under cover of night?the
moro delightful way, I fear. Ah, hap
py days, with these innocent crimes
nnd fleeting remorses, how bravely we
faced them, nnd how gnyly we lived
them, nnd how yearningly we look
back at them nowl The sun was just
dipping into tho treetops of the distant
woods behind ns wo camo to the top
of tho last hill that overlooked the val
ley In which lay the village of River
dale. Wooded hills stood about It on
three sides, and where the hills faded
out there lay the mlllpond sleeping and
smiling in the sun. Through tho vll
Inge ran tho white road, up past the
old frame church and on to the white
mnnso hiding among the trees. That
was Grncmo's homo nnd mine, too, for
I had never known another worthy of
the name. Wo held up our team to
look down over tho valley, with Its
rampart of wooded hills, Its shining
pond and its nestling village. The
beauty, tho peace, the warm, loving
homollncsfL^yf^ the scene, came about
our^lM&iiWj^)ut, being men, we could
And no wordt?.
"Let's go!", cried Graeme, and down
tho bill we toro and rocked and sway
ed, to the nmnKcmcje^of tho steady
team, vJuAaj^i^WfHamifctaho earli
est yonfl^PrmlPnnipres?ed' lsmn their
minds tho crhninail||^t attempting to
It gives us much pleasure to
advise our patrons and the many
friends of our product in South
Carolina that we have arranged
with the State Board of Directors
to place on sale at all dispen
saries in the State of South Carolina
For sale at all dispensaries in the
state in quart and pint bottles.
JOS. SCHLITZ BREWING CO.,
do anything but walk carefully down n
hill, ut IcoBt for two-thirds of the way.
Through the village, In n cloud of dust,
we swept, catching a glimpse of n well
known face here and there and flinging
a salutation as we passed, leaving the
owner of the face rooted to his place In
astonishment at the sight of (Irnemo
whirling on In his old time, well known
reckless manner. Only oid Dune Mc
Leod was equal to the moment, for an
Graeme called out, "Hello, Dune!" the
old man lifted up his hands nnd called
back in an awed voice:
"Bless my soul! Is It yourself?"
"Stands his whisky well, poor old
chap!" wns Graeme's comment.
Ah we nenrcd the church he pulled
up his team, and we went quietly past
the Blcepers there, then again on the
full run down the gentle idope, over
the little brook and up to the gate. He
had hardly got his team pulled up be
fore, flinging me the lines, he was out
over the wheel, for coining down the
walk, with her bunds lifted high, wns
a dainty little lndy, with the faco of
an nngel. In n moment Graeme had
her In IiIb arms. I heard tho faint cry,
"My boy, my boy!" nnd got down on
the other side to attend to my off
horse, surprised to And my hands trem
bling and my eyes full of tears. Back
upon the steps stood nn old gentleman,
with white hnlr and flowing beard,
handsome, straight nnd stately,
Graeme's father, waiting his turn.
"Weleome home, my Indl" was his
greeting as he kissed his son, nnd the
tremor of his voice nnd the sight of the
two men kissing each other, llko wom
en, sent me again to my horses' heads.
"There's Connor, mother I" shouted
out Graeme, nnd the dainty little lady,
in'her black Bilk nnd white lace, cams
out to me quickly, with outstretched
"You, too, are wclcomo home," she
said and kissed me.
I stood with my lint off, saying some
thing nl>out being glad to come, but
wishing that I could get away befoi*
I should make qulto a fool of myself,
for as I looked down upon that beauti
ful face, pale, except for a faint flush
upon each faded check, and read the
story of pain endured and conquered,
and as I thought of all the long years
of waiting nnd of vain hoping, I found
my-throat dry and sore, and the words
would hot come. But her quick senso
needed no words, and sho came to my
"You will find Jack at the stable,"
she said, smiling. "He ought to have
Tho stablo! Why had I not thought
of that before? Thankfully now my
"Yes, certainly, I'll find him, Mrs.
Graeme. I suppose he's as much of a
scapegrace as ever." And off I went
io look up Graeme's young brother,
who bad given every promise In the
old days of developing into as stirring
a rascal as one could desire, but who,
as I found out later, had not lived
these years in his mother's home for
"Oh, Jack's a good boy!" she an
swered, smiling again, as she turned
toward the other two, no,w waiting for
her upon the walk.
The week that followed was a happy
one for us all, but for the mother It
was full to the brim with joy. Her
sweet face was full of content, and In
her eyes rested a great peace. Our
days were spent driving about among
tho hills or strolling through the ma
ple woods or down into the tamarack
swamp, where the pitcher plants and
the swamp lilies and the marigold
waved above the deep moss. * In the
evenings ws sat under the trees en tbe
lawn till the stars came out and the
night dews drove us in. like two lov
ers, Oraeme and Ma mother weu?J
w?nder oft together," leaving Jack" nnd
me to each other. Jnck was rending
for divinity nnd wns renlly a fine, man
ly fellow, with all his brother's turn
for Rugby, and I took to him amazing
ly, but after the day was over wo
would gather about tho supper table,
and the talk would bo of all things
under heaven?art, football, theology.
The mother would lead In all. How
quick she was, how bright her fancy,
how subtle her intellect, and through
nil a gentle grace, very winning nnd
beautiful to see!
Do what I would, Graeme would
talk little of tho mountains and his
"My lion will not roar, Mrs. Graeme/'
I complained. "lie simply will not."
"You should twist > his tail," said
"That seems to bo tho difficulty,
Jnck," said his mother, "to get hold of
"Oh, mother," groaned Jack, "you
never did such a thing before I IIow.
could you? Is it this baleful western
"I shnll reform, Jnck," 'sho replied
"But, seriously, Graeme," I remon
strated, "you ought to tell your people
of your life, that free, glorious lifo in
"Free! Glorious! To some men per
haps!" said Graeme and then fell into
But I saw Graemo as a new man tho
night he talked theology with his
father. The old minister was a splen
did Calvinlst, of heroic type, aud ns ho
discoursed of God's sovereignty and
election his face glowed and his yolco
Graeme listened intently, now nnd*
then putting in a question, ns ono
would n keen knife thrust Into a foe,
but tho old man knew, his ground and
moved easily among his idens, demol
ishing tho enemy as ho<appeared iwith
Jaunty grace. In tho full flow, of his
triumphant argument Graeme turned
to him with sudden eerlousness.
"Look here, father. I was born n
I Calvlnist, and I can't see how any one
.with a level head can hold anything
?Ibo than that the 'Almighty has.somo
Idea ns to how, he -wants to run his uni
verse, and ho."moans to carry out his
idea nnd Is carrying It out. But > what
would you da In a caso like this?"
Then he told' the story of poor 'Billy
Breeu, hls/flghtfand his defeat.
"Would you-preach election to?that
Tho niother'S'eycsfcwere shining \with
The old gentleman*blew his noso+liko
a trumpet and thenmnid gravoly:
"No, my boy. You don't feed babes
with meat. Bub what'came to him?"
Then Graemo. asked >mevto finish tho
tale. After I bad flnlshedttho, story of
Billy's final triumph ana of Cralg's
part In It they sat long silent till the
minister, clearing his thront hnrd and
blowing his itoso more llko?n trumpet
than ever, sold, with .great emphasis;
"Thank God for auch'a-.man in such
a placet I wish there were> more of us
"I should like to see you out there,
sir," said Graeme admiringly. "You'd
get them, but you wouldn'fthnve tlmo
"Yes, yes," said, his faUiorttwnrinly;
"I should lovo to have a cfhnuice just
to preach election to those -.poor lads.
Would I wero tnfenty years* younger I"
"It Is worth a man's .life," eaid
HIb younger brotner ilurned his face
eagerly toward tho mjother. For an
swer she slipped her bnjnd into-his and
said softly, whllolberavycs ehono llko
"Some day, I Jack, Arperhaps. God
J n .
But Jack only looked steadily at her,
smiling a llttlo nnd patting her hand.
"You'd shine there, mother," said
Graeme, smiling upon her. "You'd bet
ter come with me."
She started and said faintly:
"With you?" It was the first bint he
hnd given of his purpose. "You are
"What?as n missionary?" said Jack.
"Not to preach. Jack?I'm not ortho
dox enough." looking at his father and
shaking his head?"but to build rail
roads nnd lend a hand to some poor
chap If I can."
"Could you uot find work neurer
home, my boy?" asked tho father.
"There Is plenty of both kinds near un ]
"Lots of work, but not mine, I fettr,"
answered Graeme, keeping his eyes '
away from his mother's face. "A man
must do bis own work."
Ills voice was quiet and resolute,
and, glancing at the beautiful face at
the end of the table, 1 saw in the pale
Hps and yearning eyes that the mother
was offering up her firstborn, that an
cient sacrifice. But not all the agony
of sacrifice could wring from her en
treaty or complaint In the hearing of
her sons. That was for other ears and
for the silent hours of the night. And
next morning, when she came down to
moet us, her face was wan nnd weary,
but it wore the ponco of victory and a
glory not of earth. Her greeting was
full of dignity, sweet and gentle, but
when she came to Graeme she lingered
over him nnd kissed bim ??vice, nnd
that was all that any of us ever saw
of that sore fight.
At tho end of tho week I took leave
of them nnd lust of all of the mother.
She hesitated Just a moment, then
suddenly put her hands upon my shoul
ders and kissed me, saying softly:
"You are his friend. You will some
times come to me?"
"Gladly, if I may," I hastened to an
swer, for tho sweet, brave face was
too much to bear, and till she left us
for that world of which she was a
part I kept my word, to my owti great
and lasting good.
, [to be continued.] t t
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