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Whoever was responsible for the
steering of the launch had done a
thing to be repented of, and not now,
any means, to be repaired.
had put the little vessel's head to the
storm instead of running before it,
which was the better chance, and
now, when the waves were breaking
over the low bows, it was too late
to ta ke the alternative. Any attem pt
to tu rn tail and run before it must
inevitably put the narrow-beamed
launch into the trough of the seas,
and yet this was what the foolish
steersman was evidently trying to do.
Griswold luffed a little from the
me re life saver's instinct, but he re
membered his own responsibility and
let the catboat fall off again.
"Don't look," he said, shortly.
"There will be another tragedy over
the re in a minute or two.
"Oh, go to them, Mr. Griswold!
Please don't mind me!" she pleaded.
"Give me the sheet to manage I
kn ow how, and I'm not afraid now."
He looked into her eyes and saw
he heroine there the heroine that
he had known was in her from that
first seeing of her in the far-away
southern city. I made his love for
her fill his heart to bursting, and at
he moment he could have met death
at her side with a smile.
With that look to steady him, he
put the tiller down, crouching with
er to keep the launch in sight. Bu
as the catboat came around to
thra sh sidewise through the reek
and spume on her errand of rescue,
he launch lurched to its jammed
helm, swung into the trough, rolled
heavily once or twice and disap
I was fortunte for all concerned
that the rescue of the members of
the launch party did not hang whol
ly upon the upcoming of the "Sprite."
The distance to be covered was not
great, but with a howling gale fairly
abeam the catboat steered like a
sand-flat, and Griswold had his hands
full to lay the course and hold to it.
Recalling it afterward, he liked to
think that it would have been im
possible but for Charlotte's help.
or a terror-stricken moment she
crouched, beside him, as helplessly
frightened as any woman could be.
But at the critical instant she sat up
very straight and relieved him of the
"You manage the sail I can steer!"
she cried and she did it like a sailor,
bracing herself and easing the labor
ing catboat through the seas as skill
fuly as any skipper of them all.
Ye*t it was lucky that not all the
lives spilled overboard by the capsiz
ing of the launch depended upon the
heroic endeavors of these two in the
"Sprite." Other help was at hand and
nearer. The launch was no more
than fairly helpless when the flag-
A Knave of Conscience
(Copyright, 1900, by FranoULynde.)
boat of the Wahaska Yacht club
rounded the southern point of the
island, close-reefed, but drhing at
railway speed before the squall Her
skipper saw the accident and was
happily a man for an emergency.
Moreo\er, he had a trained yacht's
crew aboard, ready to spring to
quarters at his veiled command. So
it came about that the "Diana" was
the first on the scene, and her crew
was picking up the shipwrecked ones
when the "Sprite" came up, head to
the wind, in the thrashing seas.
Notwithstanding, the "Sprite" had
its mission, and for all the quick
work of the big sloop's trained crew,
one life would have gone out in the
smothering billows but for the up
coming of the catboat. In all the
fierce excitement of the moment, it
was Charlotte who kept cool, and it
was she who caught a glimpse of a
white head upthrust for a moment,
of that and of a hand flung out to
grasp hopelessly at nothing. In a
flash she gave Griswold his cue and
jammed the tiller down to utilize the
last forging rush of the catboat's
momentum. The reefed sail had
spilled and would draw no more, but
the quick sweep of the big rudder
sufficed and Griswold, leaning far
over the side, clutched the despairing
hand just as it was disappearing.
This was how it came about that
an old man whose span of years had
well-nigh bridged the little rift of
Time which lies between the two
shores of Eternity, was helped to
make that rift a little wider. For all
his years, and the fierce struggle in
the foam-smother, Andrew Galbraith
was yet conscious when Griswold
dragged him over the gunwale of the
catboat and his first gasped-out
word was characteristic of the man.
II told that gandering loon of
an ingineer he'd lose Mr. Grierson's
boat, and he's done it the noo! And
I's warrant she cost a pretty penny,
With the lake still lashed into fury
by the squall, which was now spend
ing itself in spiteful catspaws, Gris
wold had his hands full with the
"Sprite and yet in all the distrac
tion of it he saw the shadow of a
smile in Charlotte's eyes, and found
time to answer it. Found time for
this, and for the thought which
welled up in sudden ecstacy at this
little lover's proof of the consanguin
ity of kindred souls. But after that
he became the cool and intrepid
sailor-man again.
Taking the tiller, he let the catboat
fall off until he could speak the
"Sloop ahoy!" he called "have you
got them all?"
"All but one," was the answer,
blown back on the gale.
"All right we have that one,"
shouted Griswold and at the word,
the two boats shot apart, each to
make its laboring way towards the
Wahaskan haven.
Andrew Galbraith was silent on the
short run before the gale to the pier
head at the foot of Main street. For
one thing, he was not a man of many
words and for another, he was
chilled through and thoroughly un
None the less, he made shift to
thank his rescuers in fitting phrase
at the point of debarkation, and to
intimate, as a gentleman might, that
his gratitude would wait upon a fit
ting opportunity to take a more sub
stantial form. Charlotte offered to
walk home, that Griswold might see
Mr. Galbraith safe to his hotel, but
this the old man would by no means
"Na, na," he said, relapsing, as he
did now and then, into the Scottish
mother-tongue. "I'm wet as any
drowned rat, but I'm not that badly
fashed. Take the leddy home, Mr.
Griswold, and do you two be seeing
after yourselves. You're as wet as
I am."
Accordingly, Griswold accompanied
Charlotte to her own gate, and then
went home to change his clothes.
Just what" he meant to do afterwards
was not very clearly defined, but dur
ing the changing interval he made up
his mind with sudden determination.
Whatever should come of it, the
thing for which all other things must
wait must be said. He had reached
the parting of the ways he knew, as
he might have known from the mo
ment of love-making on the "Belle
Julie," that life without Charlotte to
share it with him would henceforth
be no more than a shadow of the
He had a good excuse for going
straight away back to Dr. Farnham's.
The very least he could do would be
to call and ask if she had come
through the adventure with no worse
consequence than a shock and a wet
ting. And yet, when he had let him
self out of Mrs. Holcomb's gate he
did not go directly to the house on
the lake's edge. Instead, he made a
long detour, walking aimlessly and
deeply buried in thought. This thing
which he was about to do was not
to be done lightly. So far from it,
the more he pondered over it the
more he realized that it was likely
to prove the turning point in his life.
Now, that he gave himself the back
ward glance which he had steadily
refused since the morning of the
Bayou bank incident to take, he saw
that he had been living tentatively
passing from day to day as one who
waits upon the event of the day
looking neither backward nor for
ward. Though he had worked faith
fully, doing the thing that lay next
to his and, he knew now that his
work, on his book or in the office
with Eaymer, had been purely ex
trinsic to any well-considered future.
But now the future demanded
thoughtful considerationwould have
it, whether or no and, as was in
evitable, the past colored every fore
casting picture.
For one thing, he had come to that
stone of stumbling which he had
forseen in his earliest imaginings
touching his future relations with
Charlotte. Without being unduly be
sotted, the hope that he should not
plead with her in vain was almost an
assurance. If he could gain his own
consent to let the past lie buried in
oblivion, the vista of the future
opened out before him with all the
barriers to happiness brushed aside.
And yet, try as he might to resolve
to hold his peace touching the past,
he could not bring himself to the
point of taking her conscience un
awares. He was far enough from
realizing that his own conscience was
interposing this obstacle. He
thought, when he allowed himself to
think in that direction, that he had
settled the conscientious scruples for
himself once and for all. Neverthe
less, there had been moments, brief,
fleeting moments, for the most part,
when he would have given the rever
sion of years of life to be as he had
been before the pistol-drawing inci
dent in Andrew Galbraith"* private
office. But these little upflashes of
remorse had been but match flares,
going out in a sudden whiff of the
wind of finality. For the thing was
done irrevocably and could never be
In the aimless detour which
However much or little Griswold
ever meant to say to Margery Grier
son on any of his visits to Mereside,
she never suffered him to follow out
any programme of his own. She did
not do it now and when he would
have spoken about the loss of the
launch and her own narrow escape
from drowning, she turned him aside
with a word.
"It was an accident, and accidents
are always happening," she said,
lightly. "Nobody was drowned, and
I hope nobody will be silly enough to
take cold. That wasn't why I was
hoping you would come."
"No?" he said, following her as she
led the way to a wicker tete-a-tete in
the hammock corner.
"No. Sit down and be prepared to
give me what I have never had a
good, sound flogging of advicea
cool-headed man's advice. You'll do
it if I can make you understand how
much I need it."
His smile was self-depreciative.
"You have hit upon the worst pos
sible man, I fear. I'm more in need
of counsel myself than able to give
She regarded him with a curious
little smile twitching at the corners
of her piquant mouth. "Are there
two of us?" she asked.
He saw beyond and behind the
smile saw troubled depths in the
bright eyes, and was suddenly moved
to pity, though why she should be
pitied he could not guess. The pity
was the first step on the way to other
things, but this he did not suspect.
He was conscious only of a certain
pleasure in her nearness flattered a
little, too, as any man would be, by
her implied promise to take help
from him.
"I can't imagine your leaning on
anyone," he said. "But if a broken
reed will serve your purpose"
"Hush!" she commanded. "That is
conventional cant, and you know it.
You are not living up to your pose
here in Wahaska. You may think
you are, but you are not."
"I don't know why you should say
"If I couldn't say it, I shouldn't
be asking your ad\ice," she retorted.
"Not many people here know the real
Kenneth Griswold, but I think I do."
Griswold smiled. "Describe him to
me, and I may tell you if you are
There was a little pause, and
though she was looking past him,
there was a certain rapthess in her
eyes that was new to him.
"He is a very ruthless man at
heart," she said, speaking slowly
"hard and unbending, and terribly
self-centered, but with eyes that see
through all shams but his own. He
thinks thoughts and would do deeds
that would shock conventionality into
a state of coma and yet convention
ality is his god. Am I right?"
Griswold took time to think about
it. "Perhaps you are," he said, at
"I am going to assume it," she
went on, "and ask himthe real
Kenneth Griswold, you knowto lend
me those hard, unpitying, all-seeing
eyes of his. May I?
"If I say 'yes' it is without preju
dice to the right of protest."
She waved the condition aside in a
quick little gesture of impatience,
and what she said seemed altogether
"In your opinion, Mr. Griswold, how
far may a father go in demanding
the loyalty of his child?"
The question was so totally unex
pected that Griswold had once more
to take time to think about it.
"If you mean in the ethical field, I
should say his right stops this side
of wrong-doing."
"Thank you. Now supposing that
the father of a young woman pressed
his demands beyond that point
would she be justified in open rebel-
"In refusing, to be sure."
"No, but in rebellionin open re
prisals, I mean?"
"I don't know possibly the cir
cumstances in some particular case
might justify open rebellion. But I
can hardly conceive the conditions."
him from street to street and finally
into a road that brought him out
upon the lake front far from town,
these things all came up for a hear
ing, and he gave them room patient
ly, as a judge hears a plea that he
knows well he must disregard. The
storm was over, and the sun was set
ting in all the glory of the broken
cloud rack in the west. Griswold had
the artist's eye for nature's grand
eur, and at another time the sunset
would have held him spellbound. But
now he plodded along with hands
behind him and his head down, seeing
nothing but the all too clear vista of
the past, and that other vista of the
future which had but now become a
valley of shadows.
So plodding along the lake drive,
he came at length to the boundaries
of Jasper.Grierson's domain, and al
most before he knew it, he was climb
ing the path to Mereside. At the
very veranda steps he came alive to
some sense of what he was about to
do, and would have stopped to weigh
the consequencesto turn back, it
may be. But a trim little figure
slipped from a hammock at the cor
ner of the veranda and Margery came
to meet him.
"I'm so glad," she said, standing
at the steps to give him both her
hands in welcome. "I did so hope
you would come."
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"Can't you? JLet me see if I can
suppose them for you. Picture to
yourself an unhappy marriagethe
unhappiest of all in a world of un
happy marriages. Let the blame of
it lie where it may fall, on either
side, but remember that the man was
brutal and the woman was weak.
Suppose there was a child, who, in
stead of being a bnd between them,
was a bone of contention. Do you
follow me?"
"Perfectly." She was looking past him again,
and there was a certain quality of
hardness in her voice that spoke of
unsuspected depths of bitterness.
Y.et she went on steadily.
"Suppose when this child grew up
she was compelled to choose be
tween the mother who needed her
and the father who could gratify her
ambitions. Suppose, if you can, that
she made some sort of a compromise
with the little speck of conscience
she had and went with the father
who, if he was brutal, was also
She paused again and he said:
"II am afraid I am boring you."
The eyes were downcast now.
"No, you are not. Go on."
"Well, let us say that after a time,
this girl, who had some of her fa
ther's hardness and some of her
mother's weakness, came to see that
she had taken the winning side mere-
Iy because it was the winning side
that she was helping her father to
become harder and more pitiless than
ever that she was really helping him
toto ruin other people who couldn't
fight as well. Then you are to imag
ine, if you find it possible, that her
speck of a conscience rose up in re
bellion that the father tried to bribe
her to be loyal, and that she took the
bribe and afterward went about de
liberately to upset all his plans for
ruinfor getting the best of other
people. Don't you think such a
young woman would be an object of
contempt to any really good man?"
There was not any of the hardness
with which she had dowered him in
her description in the eyes that met
hers. In the room of it, there was
something she did not understand.
"It would depend somewhat upon
the man," he said, slowly "and much
more upon a thing quite extrinsic to
all these conditions you have been
supposing for me."
"Yes?" she said, and she could no
longer meet his gaze fairly.
"Yes. If the man, knowing all
these hard conditions, still loves you,
She interrupted him with a sudden,
fierce energy. "Oh, but he couldn't,
Mr. Grisewold, indeed he couldn't!"
Her hand was on the low dividing
rail of the tete-a-tete, and he cov
ered it with his own.
"The man loves you with all his
heart, Margery, and will always love
jou, no matter what you tell him
about yourself or your past."
"Oh, Kenneth!may I call you Ken
neth?If I could only be sure of
"You may be sure of it now and al
ways. Butbut, Margery, dear, you
must cherish that speck of a con
science, for I happen to know that
this mythical man sets great store by
consciencewill be very unhappy if it
is lacking in the woman he loves."
She was standing before him now,
and her eyes were alight from with
in. But what she would have said is
not to be here written down. For
at that moment there was a heavy
step on the gra\ el and some one came
to interrupt. It was Andrew Gal
braith, calling with old-school punc
tilio to see if his hostess had suffered
in the accident on the lake.
When Griswold took his leave of
Miss Grierson, which he did as soon
as he could after Mr. Galbraith's
coming, he did not go to Dr. Farn
ham's. On the contrary, he went tQ
his room at Mrs. Holbrook's, and
spent the hour before dinner tramp
ing up and down with his hands be
hind him and with a sharper trouble
than he had ever known gnawing
ruthlessly at his peace of mind.
All through the talk with Margery,
and up to the very instant of inter
ruption, he had made sure' that her
thinly veiled hypothesis revolved
about one Edward Raymer. But at
the last moment, this conviction had
trembled upon its pedestal and tot
tered to its fall. He thought he had
come to know Margery pretty well
well enough to be sure that she
would not misunderstand anything
that he might have said. But when
he came to weigh those sayings of
his in the light of a possible miscon
struction he was moved to grind his
teeth in a very manly agony of
He had neither weighed nor meas
ured them at the timebeing so sure
that Eaymer was the man but in
that last little outburst of hers there
was room for a most disquieting
doubt and since a man may be a
knave of conscience and still be a
gentleman, Griswold despised himself
very heartily after the fact, going so
fan as to question his right to go to
Charlotte until after this terrible
doubt was drawn and quartered and
decently buried out of sight and be
yond the possibility of a resurrec
It was during this ante-dinner in
terval of self-recrimination on Gris
wold's part that two men met behind
a closed door in a first-floor chamber
of the summer hotel on the Point.
One of them was Mr. Andrew Gal
braith, but now returned from his
call on Miss Grierson. The other was
a shrewd-faced man, as yet in the
prime of life a man with a square
jaw and thin lips and ferretty eyes.
Mr. Galbraith held a cigar between
his fingers, but it had gone out. The
other was smoking a Regalia, and its
subtle fragrance filled the room.
"You think you are sure of your
man this time, are you, Griffin?" said
the banker.
The supply of pens, ink and
paper has arrived.
The boys who have been absent
digging- potatoes have returned to
The fifth grade had a half holi
day Friday as a reward for good
Wanted, in the eighth grade,
two pupils to fill the seats vacated
by Miss Hoyt and Nellie Cameron.
The basket ball court has been
arranged and as soon as their suits
are ready the girls will begin to
Miss Lina Severance of Spencer
Brook who teaches at Spring Vale,
visited the high school Tuesday
During the month there were
only three cases of tardiness and
an average of over ninty-eight
per cent present.
A large number of the high
school pupils have invested in high
school pins. The pins are purple
and orange engraved with the let
ters "P. H. S."
Out of Death's Jaws.
"When death seemed very near from
a severe stomach and liver trouble,
that I had suffered with for years,"
writes P. Muse, Durham, N. "Dr.
King's New Life Pills saved my life
and gave perfect health." Best pills
on earth and only 25c at C. A. Jack's
drug store.
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Mr. Blair's sick folks are im
Fred Gladden is down from
Mora visiting his mother.
There are land hunters around
occasionally looking for land.
A new family has moved into
Mrs. Gladden's house for the win
We hear that Mr. Cone is about
to move to Bridgeman in Mille
Lacs county.
Reed Gladden has gone to Wis
consin with Rev. Orrock to attend
a series of religious meetings.
The first snow storm of the sea
son came last Monday and made
the potato diggers get an extra
hustle on themselves.
The boys went to charivari Benj.
Carpenter and they were invited
in and introduced to the bride and
told to come again and they would
be used in a hospitable manner.
Potatoes are not as good as were
expected. The yield is about 65
per cent of last year. It is no in
ducement for farmers to haul them
to market at the present low price,
as it costs too much to dig and
haul them.
The new minister has not been
heard from yet, but there will be
services at the school bouse in dis
trict 43 next Sunday by Geo. Gal
braith. Sunday school at 11 A. M.
Come out and have a good school
and make it interesting for the
The road work in our town is
too slack altogether. There
should be more interest taken to
have good roads. The town pays
out enough to have good roads,
but there is much money wasted
in the work on the roads. A farm
is of little use to a farmer unless
he can have reasonably good roads.
The members of the Methodist
church gave Rev. Paul Haight a
farewell reception and a God
speed to his new appointment.
They showed their appreciation of
his services on this circuit during
the past year and regret that mat
ters in some respects were not as
pleasant as they should have been.
Mr. Haight had many things to
contend with while on this circuit
and it is to be hoped that in his
new field of duty he will find
things more pleasant and agree
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W. C.T.tJ.
In Montreal, Canada, the ef
ficiency of the fire department has
been raised by a ruling that in the
future only men of temperate
habits shall be taken on the fire
brigade. Any employe now in
the department w^ill be suspended
for drunkenness, and if reported a
second time will not under any
circumstances be reinstated. This
we note here as another encour
aging item for temperance work
Temperance Notes.
Canada spends $40,000,000 every
year for strong drink.
San Francisco favors raising the
liquor license from $84 to $400
per annum.
Mr. Bramwell Booth reports the
Salvation Army's work among
women inebriates as most gratify
The prison statistics of Switzer
land show that the chief cause of
the crimes and arrest of 37.7 per
cent is drink.
In Russia the demon of drink is
so strong that the Czar deems it
expedient to devise some means of
limiting the power of this demon.
The French Chamber of Depu
ties forbids the manufacture, sale
and advertising of liquors "dan
gerously injurious to health."
The United States Internal De
partment shows a great increase of
liquor drinking in the year ended
and a decrease in the consumption
of cigars and cigarettes.
Govenor Stanley, of Kansas,
says, "There are thousands of
young men in Kansas who never
saw a saloon. There are thous
ands who would probably patron
ize saloons if sanctioned by law."
In 1829 the places where liquor
was sold in Britain were about
50,000.* At present thev number
200,000 in Great Britain alone.
The population has doubled while
these places have quadrupled.
The county of Wexford, has an
Anti-Tr^eating league and many
parishes throughout Kerry have
followed the example. Beneficial
effects are noticed, especially at
fairs, markets, and other gather
Sunday closing is being rigidly
enforced at Milford, Ohio.
A Law and Order League has
been formed at Heightstown,
New Jersey.
Arlington, Texas, has voted no
license. The women took an ac
tive part in the campaign.
Mayon. Koutsky, of South
Omaha, Neb., has ordered a strict
enforcement of the Sunday closing
FOR SALEThoroughbred ram, two
years old. Inquire of J. D. Tann,
Princeton. 42-3t
Goes Like Hot Cakes.
"The fastest selling article I have in
my store," writes druggist T. Smith,
of Davis, Ky., "is Dr. King's New Dis
covery for Consumption, coughs and
colds, because it always cures. In my
six years of sales it has never failed. I
have known it to save sufferers from
throat and lung diseases, who could
get no help from doctors or any other
remedy." Mothers rely on it, best
physicians prescribe it, and C. ^A..
Jack guarantees satisfaction or refund
price. Trial bottles free. Reg. sizes,
50c and $1.
responsibility tor the
sentiments and statements contained herein "^5
Our Motto. "For God and Home and Native^ **M
Liana. *j3!
Our Badge: A knot of white ribbon.
Our Aims: Home protection, prohibition of
the liquor traffic, equal suffrage, one standard
of morals, and the bringing about of a better
public sentiment.
MRS. N. C. L.IBBY, President,
Mas. JANE OBTON, Secretary
New Metamoras, Ohio, W. C.
T. U. has been doing some very
practical work. Lecturers were
secured previous to election day
and during the day a good whole
some dinner was served to all who
would partake. Badges of white
ribbon with the words "Vote Dry"
were distributed. The election
under the Beal Local Option Law
resulted in a decided victory for
the temperance people. When
the result of the election was made
known, the bells were rung
throughout? the town, people
rushed into the streets and many
wept for joy.
An interesting question is pend
ing in the Iowa courts. A Sioux
City liquor lawyer has announced
that saloons, which are now clos
ing at 10 P. M. standard time, have
a legal right to operate under solar
time, or 10:26. If these twenty
six minutes mean so much to the
saloonmen they also mean much to
the moral welfare of the city.
What tricks and quibbles the
liquor power resort to in their
fight against restriction and regu
lation! But it is just such tactics
which help to open people's eyes
to the characteristics of the drink
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