CHAPTER
A Thrilling Interview.
Twelve silvery strokes from the lit
tle French clock on the mantel an
nounced the hour of noon, and ere its
last echo had died away the door of
Barbara Bretton's boudoir noiselessly
opened, as Feline noiselessly entered,
bearing in his hand Milton Lennox's
card.
"I will see the gentleman here." she
assented, languidly "and, Felix, if
Dr. Hayes calls, desire him to return
In an hour."
The valet bowed and withdrew. One
glance she took about the room, then,
secure from preying eyes, she pressed
lier Hps passionate'" uron the soulless
piece of pastet oard her servant had
Just handed hei
What could huva brought him, by
appointment, at this early hour? Could
Travis have betrayed ler secret?
Even so, was she not secure at any
cost? and to see him, was It not hap
piness enough without stopping to
measure the why and wherefore?" .:
"Monsieur Lenfiox!"
Feline's perfectly trained tones thus
announced her visitor.
One moment Lennox stood on the
threshold of that exquisitely dainty
room, his eyes resting spellbound cn
the central flgur.i
Over a robe of blue she wore a gar
ment of sheerest lace, whole, but half
defining her perfect form a foot fault
less In shape with its tiny slipper and
azure silken dress half-peeped from
beneath its hem. Her Hps parted in a
Bmlle of welcome one little hand lay,
white and soft, upon the cushioned
arm of her chair. What wonder that
she reigned queen royal over mens
hearts!
But she had slain his friend—It was
this sudden thought which chased
away the momentary softening from
Milton Lennox's face, and brought the
rtern lines about his mouth, and look
of pittiless determination into his
eyes, as, carefully closing the door be
hind him, he approached her.
She stretched out the tapering, jew
eled Angers in welcome but there was
Tio answering movement of the gloved
hands tightly locked behind him.
"Madam," and at something in tils
tone new to her ear, she started, "I
cannot claim your welcome as a
friend, since I come only as another's
messenger-"
"And can Mr. Lennox doubt his wel
come, lot his errand be what it may?"
Musically sweet rang out the question,
as her dark eyes searched his fact.
"I ask no welcome," he replied, un
relentingly—"nay, more, I wish none.
Madam, may I Inquire whether it is
a customary thing for brides thus to
spend their wedding day?"
"Ah!" a dangerous fire now leapirg
into his eyes "then your friend has
already told you of my compliance
with hts urgent entreaty that I should
become his wife before sailing?"
"I have already made another call
this rooming, madam, upon the clergy
man who performed the ceremony.
He, it seems, had known of the affair
even before the expectant groom—in
fact, the bride had inclosed his fee.
Under such circumstances it is scarce
ly remarkable that my friend's elo
quence was successful. In his case It
might have been not unfitly termed
golden eloquence!"
'Sir, you insult me!"
"No, madam, but I am here to throw
aside the mask of conventionality and
meet yob face to face. No, do not
summon your servant by that silver
bell. As I said before, lama messen
ger. A bride refusing to hear a mes
sage from her bridegroom of scarce
twenty-four hours! What miracle is
this? But a truce to Idle talk. Tell
me, have you ever seen this paper be
fore?"
Proudly, unfalteringly, her eye rest
ed on the column he laid beside her,
but In reality a sea of darkness swam
before her. Save in that first instant's
glance, which told her all, no word
penetrated her brain. But with bent
head sh-i forced back her self-poskes
sion, of which momentary losing she
had given no outward trace.
"And you and he believed this lie?"
•he said, after a moment's pause.
**We know it to be true," Lennox
answered calmly. "You have been a
wife, a mother, yet he married you,
supposing you a young and innocent
girl. He was your tool, your dupe.
And why? Because he was the heir
to a wealthy and dying father be
cause by his name you hoped to re
deem your own because he could give
you the means to gratify your ambi
tions. In God's name, had you no
heart, no conscience, that you could do
this thing?"
"You darp to put to me that ques
tion?" she answered, starting to her
feet. "Conscience? No, what have
such as I to do with conscience? That
Is for little children that pray at their
mothers' knees. But heart? Yes, a
heart you toyed with as your play
thing. Yes, Milton Lennox, for once
l^our lives we will lay aside the mask,
not alone of conventionality, but of
our inner selves. A few months ago
you loved me. Ah, do not deny it
The rapture I then felt was real. I
dreamed of better, holier things, even
for me. In the dark, silent watches of
the night I would determine to tell you
all my life, but with the morning's
dawn would come the dread thought
that perhaps you might turn away
from me, and so I dared not. For the
first time in long years my heart
awakened from its lethargy, and
sprang. into such glorious life that 1
thought God had not forgotten me. I
almost blessed him. Then came cold
ness, the winter's chill, and my little
struggling heart blossoms blighted in
its breath. I sought to win you back.
Ah, from others' lips you had heard
the story the world tells of my life—a
story I hadl thought burled in the past
—a story resurrected to turn the fruit
of happiness into ashes at my touch.
Even then I would have gone to you,
and at your feet pleaded to be even
your slave, but that the baby lingers of
my dead child held me back. Would
you believo me when I told you of that
fatal night when, mad with horror, I
took her in my arms and fled, I knew
not whither, until the gates of La
Madeleine burst upon my sight, and,
knowing she would be safe and cared
for, I laid her down upon its steps?
I was mad indeed, the madness wom
en know from men and treachery. I
married him for his gold, he said. It
was a lie! I loved him with the blind,
unreasoning passion of a girl's heart!
Then I strove never to love again, to
treat men as my playthings, to make
ambition my god. I kept my vow until
you crossed my pathway. Then I
broke it and laid my heart at your feet.
You ask me why I did this thing last
night—why I linked my life with a
weak boy, who was to me but as the
dog that licks my hand. Because I
returned to my god again—ambition—
and because you drove me there!"
The magnetism of Barbara Bretton's
acting, which had ever held men spell
bound, so held her listener now. Nev
er had she been more beautiful, more
resistless for it was truth, not acting,
which swayed her.
"You drove me to it!" 1M-.
What Nemesis was in her words,
that on every side his should prove the
hand to plunge his friend to ruin? A
groan escaped him. It was her only
answer but as, freighted with misery,
it reached her ear, she sank on Iter
knees to the floor, clinging with both
hands to his arm.
"Milton, save me from myself!" she
pleaded. "Take me with you—any
where—anywhere! I will be your
slave if needs be, so that one word of
love may. be mine. Say you love me
still in spite of the cruel fate which
has pursued me!"
Her voice floated over his senses
her touch thrilled, him her hair
brushed his hand. It was as though he
gazed, fascinated, upon the entrancing
colors of a serpent. Then, with a
mightly effort, he unloosed her cling
ing hol$.
"Barbara," he said, "though you
never may lay claim to the title, I
know you as my friend's wife. I am
here as his messenger, and the mes
sage I bring is this: Each month at
his banker's you will find a sum pro
portionate to his income for your sup
port. Willingly he will never see you
again, and at any attempt on your part
to make public your claim to his name,
he will expose your past and apply to
the courts for instant release from a
now hated bondage. As to what you
have said to-day, we will both forget
it. I no longer love, I loathe you!"
"So be it!" springing once more
erect to her feet, and raising aloft her
hand. "Thus you have answered my
prayer. But beware of the woman
you put In the place I once hoped to
hold. Ah, your face flushes! You re
member that little dark-eyed girl
whose blossoming give's promise of
such radiant beauty, whose perfect
flower you hope to possess, whose
very
name you deem polluted by my Hps.
Take care for by the gods above, Mil
ton Lennox, I will strike through her
at your heart, even as you have struck
at mine. I lay no claim as yet to the
Meredith name, the Meredith fortune.
I bide my time and wait!"
Then her finger fell until it pointed
to the door, and with a white face, as
though some curse had fallen upon his
head, Travis Meredith's messanger
bowed himself from her presence, un
heeding the man who ascended even as
he descended the steps, and whom
Feline announced the next moment to
his mistress as Dr. Richard Hayes.
The vast crowd which a few hours
later threaded their way to see the
goddess of the public heart were met
at the theater by closed doors and the
certificate of Miss Bretton's sudden
and dangerous illness, which would
necessitate her Indefinite withdrawal
from the stage—a certificate to which
that sudden faint the night before lent
weight, and to which was appended
the well-known name of Richard
Hayes, M.
CHAPTER X.
The Dying Father*
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"Avice!"
It was a sick man's feeble call, but
In an Instant the slight, graceful form
of the girl thus summoned rose weari
ly from the sofa on which she had
thrown herself, and approached her
father's bedside.
His eyes, made largtir by Illness,
rested with passionate devotion upon
the young face on which her first grief
—the knowledge that her best friend
was slowly passing away from her—
had already left its impress.
"What is it, dear papa?" she said,
tenderly. "I thought you sleeping."
"No, I cannot sleep! I cannot even
die till my boy comes! Is it not time
for bim to be here?"
"The vessel's arrival has been tele
graphed, papa, and Travis may be here
at any moment Try and be patient
"My darling—my own little Avice!
I must place you In your brother's care
until he may transfer his trust to an
other, who will guard it yet more sa
credly. Do not blush, my child, but
promise me to fulfill your childish
pledge to Milton Lennox, should he
claim it. Nay, more, I would rather
these years of waiting were dispensed
with, and that you should at once be
come his wife. You are too beautiful
to be exposed to the world without a
father's or mother's shielding love.
Your heart will be safe in this man's
keeping, and I fear not but that his
true nobility of character will soon
win your confidence and respect
Promise me, Avice, that you will be*
come his wife without delay."
"Oh, papa, do not force me upon
him! For myself, I care not! If God
takes you from me there Is nothing left
to live for but do not thrust me into
the arms of a man who perhaps opens
them unwillingly to receive me. Do
not forget I have your blood in my
veins, papa, which could not turn sup
pliant for a forced affection."
What was there in her words which
made the sick man's face blanch to an
awful pallor as he turned away from
her clear, searching gaze?
"Travis! Travis! Why does he not
come? I must see him—must arrange
this matter! No, darling—no!" recov
ering himself. "You are right, but you
do Milton Lennox wrong. He will love
you, he will seek you. Promise me It
shall not be in vain!"
"Papa, I promise," the girt answered,
solemnly, falling on her knees by the
bed, while the thin, wasted hands rest
ed on the sunny hair in silent blessing.
It was this picture which met the
gaze of the young man who impetu
ously burst open the door of the room
where his father lay dying.
"Father!"
"Travis!" burst simultaneously from
both lips, as the young man sprang
forward, and with a deep "Thank
God!" bent tenderly over the dying
man.
Ten years seemed to have passed
over that young head since the night
on which his eyes had rested on Bar
bara Bretton's pictured face.
The ten days of his voyage had to
him no measurement by hours, shut
up as he was in the cabin, one moment
overmastered by love for a woman who
so cruelly had deceived him, the next
outraged and hopeless by the pangs of
memory, while now and again his
father's white dead face would float be
fore his senses, a look of reproach in
the sightless eyes, until madness
would threaten him.
But this last agony had been spared
him. His father lived, though one
glance into the worn and suffering
face ccnvinced him that life was ebb
ing fast, that death had only so long
been kept at bay by the fevered hope
of his coming.
The kneeling figure he had sur*
prised, now kneeling beside him, had
been forgotten in that first moment of
mingled pain arid, happiness, until a
low cry of "Brother!" burst from her
lips, and in another moment the sob
bing girl was clasped close to his heart.
Yet, as he held her there, a pang
shot through him. What was there in
this fresh young loveliness to recall
the fatal beauty of the woman whose
head so lately had been pillowed
there? Was her Image hereafter to
haunt liim until he fancied her eyes,
her features even, in those of the little
sister who had been his plaything in
all these years?
"Travis, I must speak with you alone
—at once. There is not time to lose.
Thank God, you have come. You might
have been—too—late—"
(To Be Continued.)
THE LAST WORD.
The Barber Had an Opinion of His
Own on the Temperance Question.
Mary Noailles Murfree of Murfrees
boro, Tenn., better known as Charles
Egbert Craddock, Is the great-grand
daughter of Col. Hardy Murfree, the
Revolutionary hero, andshe hps on the
tip of her tongue a number of stories
which, according to tradition, Col. Mur
free used to tell with great success.
One of these stories concerns a
judge and a drunken barber. The
judge was being shaved, and the bar
ber, whose hand
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was unsteady from
drink, cut him 'four or five times. Re
garding gravely in the mirror his coun
tenance bleeding from all these cuts,
the judge said:
"Friend, you now perceive, I trust,
the evil effects of intemperance.''
"Intemperance does make the skin
rather tender, sir," was the reply.—*
New York Tribune.
...
1 A SAD MISTAKE. $
The Difference In a Word Did the Edl
tor Out of Spring Frys.
"Ah! Good morning, Mr. Editor,"
said the rural-looking visitor, briskly,
entering the sanctum. "I've brought
you in some nice spring poultry, which
I—"
exclaimed the busy editor, savagely,
exclaimed the bsuy editor, savagely.
"I don't want it! Haven't any room
for It"
The rural-appearing visitor hurried
out looking scared. The society re
porter got his breath and gasped:
*Wh-wh-what's this? No room for
spring poultry?"
"Poultry! Great heavens!" and the
editor got up and tore his hair. "I
thought he said poetry."—New York
Times.
When trouble finds a woman, Inces
sant weeping is apt to spoil her eyes
with a man it is the end of the nose
that most often tells the tale.
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BBUIN HAS A HEART
CAPABLE OF STRONG FEELINGS
OF AFFECTION.
At Least, Here Is a Story Which Goes
to Prove It—Bear Cub Always Kept
Friendly Feeling for His Bene
factor...
"Its funny how people like bear
stories," said a man who was showing
a friend around the bear pits at the
Zoological Park, iu the Bronx. "Only
the other day a stranger was here and
he showed me a newspaper that con
tained a story from Gloucester, Mass...
of two of the crew of a fishing
schooner who had bumped into an ice
berg while they were in their dory,
and how a polar bear showed up and
growled at them, and then drifted
away with the iceberg.
"The stranger asked me if I thought
It was true. I don't see anything
strange about it, although I am not
so well up on polar bears as I am on
land bears. I suppose polar bears like
to peregrinate, and this one that
was
seen by the Gloucester fishermen was
probably making a voyage for his
health.
"A good many years ago I was in a
lumber camp in Minnesota. Becoming
tired of the long and dreary winter, I
concluded to go South. The Missis
sippi River was frozen over at that
point, and as I was hardy and had
plenty of time, I started on my journey
on skates.
"After I had been out several days
I encountered a brown bear that was
just emerging from its cubhood. It
seemed to be friendly and I tossed it
some of the provender from my bag.
"It evidently appreciated this, for it
made no effort to leave me. It fol
lowed me all day, and when I went
ashore in the evening to pass the
night, it would have followed me if I
had not escaped from it by strategy.
"When I went on the ice next morn
ing the bear showed up. I don't know
where it had spent the night, but it
joined me, as I have stated, in my
journey.
"A day or two later I found as I
traveled farther South that the ice was
becoming unsafe, and left the river to
resume my journey by land, in a leis
urely way. The bear stuck to me.
It had become very affectionate. Then
it occurred to me to turn into it a
source of revenue.
"I adopted it and taught it various
tricks, lingering in the vicinity where
I had quit the ice, for more than a
week. When I went out to forage I
secured the bear to a tree. On my re
turn it always greeted me as. fondly
as a dog would have done.
"Then I started with it giving bear
shows in the various towns. When I
got to Keokuk I found a bigger show
than mine in town, and as I was get
ting tired of the business, I sold my
pet to the manager and resumed my
journey like a white man.
"Some years after that while I was
In Colorado I went to a show and in
passing the animals I saw a bear
which looked familiar. I spoke to it
and it recognized me. It cut up such
capers that I persuaded the keeper to
let me go into the cage, and when I
got there that bear was so affection
ately demonstrative that I was posi
tive of its identity.
When I quit the cage It moaned, and
not long after I ran across the show
man again and the keeper told me
my bear died of a broken heart soon
after I had left it. I am convinced
that bears can love, and anything that
can• love never forgets."—New York
Sun.
Books. 5f{
Ah, Marlanna seemeth me, |i
Like nothing else so much to be
As a rare volume, richly bound.
In which, when opened,. there ia found
No knowledge, sense, nor sentiment.
But Utter unintelligent.
While Isabelle Is like a book
Made for the uses of a cook,
Which may be handled carelessly
As never other tome should be, •,
Within discover her beadroll,
Collects for body, not for souL
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And Araminla is a tract
With wordy controversy packed.
Not with tne things of mild report
Informed, but full of smart retort,
Gad! while a true man knows himself,
Such will be left upon the shelf.
But Daphne doth the heart delight,
Like volume bound in vellum -white,
Wherein may all men plainly see
Sweet wit and dainty poesy.
Wide thought of human joys and woes
And wisdom such as love bestows.
—C. I.eech in the Era.
Origin of the Dictionary.
The average person seems somehow
to think of dictionaries as the inven
tion of Dr. Johnson, and altogether
modern product. Dr. Murray correct
ed that idea. They were not the work
of one or several men, he told hts
audience, but a growth developed
through the ages. They began with
the glosses—that is, the explanations
in easy Latin or English—or hard
Latin words, written by the monks
between the lines of the manuscripts.
The glosses grew Into traslations, and
collections of glosses by this monk or
that from all the sources available to
him made glossaries or dictionaries.
Little by little English supplanted the
easy Latin explanations, and the
words were arranged in a rudlamen
tary alphabetical order, thus forming,
so long ago as 1,000 A. D., Latin-Eng
lish dictionaries. The uneducated
Normans overthrew English learning
and it was not till the fifteenth cen
tury that the revival came.
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Buildings.
During tne neit few years $6,500,000
will be spent in new buildings at the
Military Academy at West Point,
which will make that institution equal
in its architectural features, dormitory
conveniences, lecturerooms, laborator
ies and other buildings to any of the
great universities of the world.
THE 8CIENCE OF BUILDING.
Hat' "i'
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the
Exactitude Which Characterizes
Construction of Skyscrapers.
Many of the great steel structures
that are being built in every city are
are planned and molded in some dis
tant city—like the material for Solo
mon's temple of old—hundreds of
miles away. It is in some rolling mill
town of Pennsylvania that most of the
gigantic framework for the modern
skyscrapers are built. All that re-i
mains to be done is to put them to
gether, and the building rises up like
a house of blocks.
Every piece is fitted together and
numbered before it is taken away
from the steel mill. So exact are the
measurements that notNeven the drill
ing of a hole is necessary for fitting
the rivets which fasten the plates and
girdens together. The watchlike pre
cision with which these parts are
made was shown in the construction
of one of these buildings which is now
being erected in Chicago.
One of the large cross girders was
missing in the framework of the sec
ond floor, and though it did not inter
fere with the placing of the frame
work on all sides and above it, the
contractor was worried to know what
had become of it. When the frame
work had grown as high as the sixth
or seventh story and the missing
piece had not been found around the
railroad yards or heard of from any
other source, he wrote to the steel
mill, describing it as closely as pos
sible, ordering that it be duplicated.
By the return mail he received the
following reply:
"As ground space Is more valuable
in Chicago than here in the country,
we are storing missing girder for you.
We knew that you would need a steel
derrick on that floor, and kept the
girder out so you would have room.
Will ship it after the remaining
stories have been completed."
The mill men had figured correctly
on the building hundreds of miles
away, and the girder could not have
been placed In position, even if it had
been on the ground, on account of the
derrick.
STORY OF THE GOOD BOY.
No "Honesty Is the Best Policy" for
Him Any More.
A newsboy picked up a $10 bill in
front of ope of the big hotels yester
day. Another young artist of the
brush that is black, but artistic, saw
the pick-up and guessed it was money.
He made a loud plead for a division.
"Halvers, or I'll squeal," he yelled.
While Red was hesitating an elder
ly, benevolent-looking man stepped
out of the hotel and gazed at the pave
ment In an inquiring manner.
Red saw the man and guessed that
It wa3 his money. He impulsively
ran to him and inquired:
"D'd you lose somethin', mister?"
"Why, yes, little man, I just dropped
a bill. Did you see it?" he replied
with a winning smile.
"This it?" said the boy, extending
a grimy paw in which was gripped
the bill.
The other boy stood the picture of
alarmed astonishment.
The old man took the bill and said:
"That is it, little man. I am glad to
have it, but it affords me greater
pleasure to know that there is such
an honest, bright boy in the lowly oc
cupation which Is your start in life.
I predict that you will be a great man
some day. Honesty is the greatest of
virtues. Thank you, my good boy."
Red stood very still until the old
man had entered the hotel. Then he
said things. The things ha said show
ed the perfection of his training in the
elums. They were emphatic, but un
printable, and the end of the' long
sentence was "an' I t'ought I'd get
half of de and make a reppytashun
for bein' honest, and beat Swipsy out
o' de cut."
And Swipsy looked at him In silent
scorn several seconds before he stalk
ed away, leaving the good boy to
meditate—and—swear. Kansas City
Journal.
The Colored Band.
Wen de colo'd ban* comes ma'chin' down
de street
Tou kin hyeah de ladles all erroun' re
peat:
"Ain't dey handsome? Ain't dey gran'?
Ain't doy splendid? Goodness, lan'!
W'y, dey's pu'fect f'om dey fo'heads'to
dey feet!"
An' slch steppin' to de music down de
line,
'Tain't de muslo by itself dat meks It
fine
Hits de walkin', step by step
An' de keepin' time wid "Hep."
Dat meks a common ditty soun divine.
Oh, de white ban' play hits music, and
hit's mighty good to hyeah.
An* it sometimes leave a ticklin' in yo*
feet
But de hea't goes into business
Fu' to help erlong de eah,
Wen de colo'd ban' goes ma'chin down
de street.
—Paul Laurence Dunbar in New Orleans
Timea-Democrat.
Would Solve Servant Question*
A certain West Philadelphia family
has an invariable rule that the chll
dren shall take turns in saying a
grace before meals. This grace fol
lows a set form, but at the Sunday
dinner, when papa is at home, an ex
tempore addition or enlargement is re
quired.
The household had been suffering
from a long succession of incompe
tent cooks, and the other Sunday, as
the family assembled at the table, the
mother lamented that she feared the
dinner was spoiled, and that unless a
good cook could be obtained Imme
diately a contemplated trip to the
country would have to be abandoned,
It was little Ernest's turn to say
grace, and he echoed the prayer of
all present:
"Bless, oh, Lord, this food for oar
use, and us to Thy service, for
Christ's safce. And Lord, please send
us a good cook before Friday."
IT WAS PRESENTABLE.
8oldler's Wife Sat Up All Night to
Mend the Flag Tattered in Battle.
One of our leading generals, on his
return from the Philippines, brought
with him a flag all tattered with bul
lets which he had captured from the
enemy, and which he showed with
pride to his family and household.
Next morning this trophy was to be
presented to the commander-in-chief.
When he came to look for the flag it
was missing.
"Where is my flag?" he cried in con*
sternation. "What has become of it?"
His wife brought it to him with a
smile of proud satisfaction.
"I sat up all night and ^mended It,
and now It looks nearly as good as
new," Bhe said.—Springfield Repub
lican.
A Bit of Family History.
The editor and wife had another
square meal Sunday on account of re
ceiving an invitation to dine at the
hotel. Perk said he was afraid we
wouldn't accept, but we did. For the
benefit of our lady readers we will
state that they had chicken and the
stuff that goes with such a layout, and
strawberry shortcake and lettuce. Our
wife wore h3r blue and white and
lopked real dear. Mrs. Perkins had av
new skirt and looked too sweet for
anything. The editor wore his Sun-.
day, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday suit and
was sick all night.—White (S. D.)
Leader.
Returned the Kiss.
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"When I got to town to-day my old
girl met me on the street and ran
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"Oh, I see—and you kissed her
back?"
"No I kissed her sister. She's
prettier." Cincinnati Commercial
Tribune.
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WHAT IS A GENTLEMAN.
England Decides His Status by Laws
and Judicial Decisions.
England, having enriched the vo
cabulary of the world by the great
name of gentleman, has now increased
the obligation by a judicial definition
or, to speak by the card, by a judicial
declaration approaching a definition.
In a certain case tried in London the
other day the counsel objected to &
certain letter, because It described a
house painter as "a gentleman." This
objection obviously called for a ruling
by the bench. The bench began by
stating that, in view of the Herald's
college, no man was a gentleman un
less his grandfather, father or the man
himself was entitled to bear arms, or,
to speak In modern fashion, possessed
armorial bearings. In mitigation of
the rigor of this ruling, which would,
of course, have barred the house paint
er, the bench pointed out that the Jury
would observe that not only the coun«
sel on both sides, but even the bench
itself, had addressed them as gentle
men and further, the bench opined
that much of them as were possessed
of votes were invariable greeted with
the title of gentleman, at least at po
litical meetings where there was a
question of disposing of said votes.
The learned judge then went on the
other tack by pointing out that while
the house painter had, It was true, a
card, nevertheless a card was not the
same thing as a coat of arms yet,
said the judge, the good painter has
at least one characteristic which Is
thought invariably to be the mark of a
gentleman, namely, the gout. If any
one after reading the above ruling is
still In doubt as to what a gentleman
is, then there Is no virtue in law. Let
it be recorded that the legal luminary
bears the fascinating name of Jus
tics
Darling.—Harper's Weekly,-'
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