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&jr W Makes or Break By Harriet Prescott Spoffbrd Copyright. 1905, by Hairiet Pretcott Spoffocd I the mediaeval days were full of demons with which one reckoned, today has many of them concen trated in a single aspectthe de mon of unrest. It possessed Charlie Harding in his shop in the village, the mills, the depot, the meeting house, be ing hard by, and all the gossip of the burg about his counter. And the world outsjde grew tempting. But it was thought that a rich find of silver had been made '.1 tho neighbor hood, and at once the oi e^ery old pasture that even the Loop them selves would have disdainei to crop had gone soaring out of sight, and the staid old parish"that had followed the way of its forbears for 200 years and over had gone wild over its potentiality of riches. Of course Captain Hardinga train band captain of militia was hehad not been in the center of all the talk without finding opportunity for bond ing and buying and selling land, and he had, as he phrased it, melted down a good pocket piece through the vari ous transactions. In the swinging of fate's pendulum, however, it was pres ently found that the silver was not of a paying sort, and the boom in land ex ploded like a bubble. But it left Char lie Harding full of eagerness and the Wild spirit of adventure in money mak ing. "Why ain't you contented where .you be?" asked his wife's grandfather. "There's allers ben silver here sence afore you was born. "Why should it make sech a difference to ye all on a sudden now? Trouble is -ye have to put it in to get it out. Costs more'n it comes to. There's folks I know has silver spoons made of it more'n 200 years ago. But, bless ye, them spoons cost more'n gold. There's gold too. Didn't ye know^t? That Californy feller panned some gravel out, I heerd say, an' got what he called a color. But long's spring pans out in the grass an' yarbs I do' know's I keer for the other color. As long as the bloodroot comes, an' the marshmaller, an' tbo long leaf of the dock that makes a most healin' salve, an' burdocks for blisters, an' crambries to draw out cancers, other folks may have their silver. Ef you an' Grace wants sil ver, jest keep to work. An' the sooner ye git this silver maggot out'n yer brain the better it'll be for you. You got a growm' business, you're pop'lar, an' it ain't more'n a mile's walk(morn in's over to your store when you can't uW yer wheel. My king! Here's spring for sure! Here's a mournin' bride!" And, all excitement, the old naturalist forgot his stick, hurrying and halting and slipping and stumbling, but mak ing sure of the beautiful butterfly. Captain Harding looked after him and wondered how a reasonable being could be contented with such a lifeno bet ter, he thought, than a mole's. Grace Harding, through some un known freak of descent, had developed a great deal more worldly ambition than any others of her family. She had insisted on going to school when her sister Louisa preferred staying at home and drudging with her mother, and she had read novels and taken a fashion paper, and on her marriage she had gone to housekeeping in an old weather beaten farmhouse only as a prelimina ry to something altogether finer. It was a pretty place, under a green hill, with great sycamores and a brook whose banks were lined with blue for getmenots. They had built a little piazza where they could sit at night looking down over the marshes, myste rious in shadow, enchanting in sun light, and on some days he rode over to the store on his big wheel, on which he loomed a giant figure against the skyit was before the days of the safe tyand on some days he walked, and the store thrived gently, and Grace had her flower beds and her row of sweet peas and went to meeting in her myrtle green silk gawn, with pink roses in her bonnetlooked upon by Louisa in her brown delame as ve'-y much the fine lady. Life then was flowing on serenely, with now and then a tea party at the village and every day a visit with her mother and with Louisa, who was now married herself and living at the top of the hill, when one night her hus band came home and threw down his hat in a temper. "Well, I'm sick of this!" he cried. "I've ben doin' some little outside the store, you know. But now the boom's gone up, and there's nothin' more ra land round here. I've turned over quite a few properties, though, and made my penny every time. But this is the end of it. How'd you like to go to Colorado?" "Colorado!" "Yes, I'm like the wild beast that's tasted blood. Say, I could just shut the store as it standsI took p'r'aps mos' a dollar todayturn the key an' put It in my pocket an' git out there in the thick of things, an' if I didn't stake out claims an' strike pay dirt I'd put out what was worth floatin'. An' I've an idee I could make my innings. I learned a lot fum them fellers that was here lookin' over the lay of the land. I see 'em tryin' out the silver buttons" "You saw," said Grace calmly. "I saw them. An' now I've* a little suthin' to the good suppose we just turn the two keys an' try it. The worst We can do isto come back again." 'And they did, Captain Harding with fierce but,gay determination, and hia mte with a Jeating heart and a fluster gl.face, but^with a sort of eager curl- UBity. "It's js tomfoolery," said her moth- the corridors of the Fifth Avenue hotel, after returning from the far west, a little awed by the velvet carpets, the satin curtains, the gilding, the mir .rors, the splendor of the other women, sheiwas conscious of something about herself not as it should be. Her hus band was all well enough, a bluff and ready man of business in a business suit But either she had on too much or she. didn't know how to put it on. She felt she was unlike these grandes dames who talked and laughed and moved at ease. Her hands troubled her and made her uncomfortable her hair lacked the touch. But still she knew it was only a matter of time she would catch on. Charlie, anyway, looked at her with admiring eyes when he had any time to look at 'her at all. She was more lonesome than at first, for her husband had become entirely absorbed in his schemes. Meantime she was seeing the world. It went by her in the beginning like a panorama itfalmost made her dizzy. Yet, although at last she was a part of It and as eagerjta the rush as any, she was never quite at home in it. Captain Harding had indeed had some measure of the luck he had hop ed for, and he was floating the shares of the Nimble Dollar mine in a way that made his wife hold her breath when he reported his successes to her. He had been on the ground, he had seen the mine, he knew what he was talking about, he was hot anxious for too large a price, and he came out of the transaction with a small fortune. "Now," he said, "if I did what my folks and your folks would approve of I should lay this down to grass that means interestand go home and build a house with bow winders and a French roof and be the rich man of the region." "Yes," said Grace. "But you believe in me, don't you?" asked he anxiously. "Yes," said Grace. "You'd like to see me one of the mil lionaires? I've as good a right to big money as the best of 'em, and I'm goin' in for it. I'm goin' into WTalI earnest!" And Captain Harding had a sense of assured success which made him the happiest, best natured and busiest man alive. "'Tain't luck," he said to his wife. "It's a long head. I'd look pretty hidin' such a knack of busi ness in the corner store, wouldn't I? And as for you, I'm proud of you ev ery day!" But Mrs. Harding was not proud of herself. She would not let her husband know it, but she felt herself wholly unequal to meet the women of society with whom her husband's affairs brought her into some association, in vited now and then to their houses, to their opera boxeswomen who had ac quaintance with each other, with for eign life, who knew what to do and how to do it and who without the least ill feeling often overlooked and ignored her and made her feel herself out of it. She sent home boxes of gowns and oth er things to Louisa and her mother (of which in their private talks they said they would have preferred her own things to make over for themselves, without dreaming how unsuitable they would be), and she sent grandma a gray silk wrapper in whose ruffles and lace she would look like a little old flower, as Grace pleased herself by thinking, and she sent her grandfa ther a fur coat and a wonderful meer schaum pipe. She had a feeling that such things were, as her husband phrased it, so much to the good. Now ana then she sent her father a little money, but she did not have much money. Captain Harding needed all er, with a weary sigh, as she twisted Things seemed to her to be in such a her sparse and hay colored hair out of whirl that sometimes she wondered if the way. "Why ain't they satisfied she were not dreaming. She wrote with things as they arethe store an' home, but she said very little of her- the place an'all? I don't b'lieve Charlie Harding '11 ever grow upCap'n-Hard ing! What's he cap'n of, exceptin' it's Grace?" "Grace is cap'n, then," said her grandfather. "I can't tell where Grace got her am bitious sperrit" said her mother. "Oh, I do' know," said her husband. "I was mos' crazy to go to sea, fust v'y'ge. But one good wreck cured me, an' p'r'aps 'twill them." "Yes," said the olft grandfather, laughing half to himself. "I guess he'll be glad to git back on to the land ag'in." "I wouldn't wonder if it all turned out for the best," said Louisa, who had come down from the hill with her sew ing. But Captain Harding had n doubts on the subject. "First thing, some clothes," said he. "I've heard say there's nothin' succeeds like success, an' so you've gotter look successful. An' I'll say one thingif there's any body that'll be a credit to fine clothes it's my wife!" And yet, as his wife walked through street in Ms ready money, but she had generous that that was not the reason she onen creditand bills. "Pile it on!" said her husbandi "One must look success ful in order to be successful, you know!" They still lived at thev hotel, where they had what seemed to her royal rooms, although she never grew used to them, and, although entertaining there those who accepted their invita tions, she always had a sensation that one day those people would find her out for a fraud. She laughed sometimes when she saw herself in the glass, with her bare shoulders and jewels, her satin and lace and marabou, with a kind of mockery. But she never let her hus band know that this was not what her soul longed for, that she was afraid of the other women or that she felt all their own new way of life to be of very uncertain tenure. She did not have so much chance as once to let him know her state of mind. He was occupied from morning till J3J be ready in no time. Which is it night he wasvwriting and telegraphing ronighj Harder work than when I and seeingjpepple and down In the lob- 'went trainisty'ith the militia." by talkingvlb.men till midnight, the i Jt was seroal times infcthe course of hotel lobbyiSSetog a minor Wall street wat evenlnjgFthat Canjiln Harding self and her life Sh described imper sonal things, like pictures and shops. "Louisa," said her mother once, "it's borne in on me some ways that Grace ain't happy. She's got the desire of her heart, she's out in the worjd seein' things, but she ain't happy." "That's because she"hasn't any ba- by," said Louisa, dancing her boy on her knee and then letting him pull her curls all about her face. "I'm sure I don't know what we done before this little person camp." "I'd like to see your baby," Grace had written her sister. "Some time Just for a lookI may drop in upon you when you least expect it." "I wish't I could drop in on her," said her mother. "You wouldn't know her," said Lou isa. "I wouldn't wo. dcr but you'd think it was the queen or the presi dent's wife or suthin'." "I guess I should know my own child," said her mother, "if she was ever so fine. I'm glad she ain't ever sent for Tommy the way she said she wahis i life',to. but somehowtI feel'sto though goin I wouldn' want stand grandfather was better for him than Captain Harding. I wish't she'd tell What she's doin' and wjiere she goes. I "i'd look pretty." don't make out the pictur'. Louisa, you'll never learn that child to walk if you carry him so And it's bad for your back to carry such a burden." "That's what mothers' backs are made for," said Louisa, laughing and kissing her mother. Kisses were rare among them, but in those days Louisa felt as if she must be Grace and her self too. Whether she was sorry or glad, the days went by with Grace, and in their course she began to understand through the little she saw of her husband that they were critical days. "It's make or break," he said to her once. And as she saw his preoccupation and his anxiety day after day and the breath less way in which he lived she felt breathless herself. She scanned the market reports and specials she listen ed as she could to the talk of stocks and points and margins, yet she could make out but little, and it was all very harassing. She thought she had under stood at last that everything depended on an arrangement called a deal, which, if it could be brought about, meant wealth beyond dreams for all concern ed, and, if it couldn't, meant ruin. But it was going to be brought about it couldn't fail women couldn't under stand business of this sort she must possess her soul in patience. And she tried to do as she was told. But she knew now that her husband had every thing staked on one throw. She leaned over him in his snatches of sleep, mut tering and tossing in his dreams, and as she smoothed the lock lightly from his forehead she felt she would take all the anxiety from him if she could give him either success or peace of mind. He had grown white and gaunt of late, eating nothing, waking before light, sit ting lost in thought, starting at slight sounds with all his nerves on edge, hur rying as he walked as if he pursued something flying from him. He was very much fcfter for dinner one day than ever before. Early in the afternoon a telegram had come and had been brought up to her. Telegrams usually went to the downtown desk. She waited, expecting her husband, a long while, and then, as he did not come, she opened it. She said it might be from home. But she was conscious edit. It was a very simple message and in very terse language, "Gone up." But she knew in an instant what it meant, and she summoned all her forces about her. Her husband came in after awhile rather more boisterous than commonly. "Do you know where myxoid silver watch is?" he asked while making his toilet. "Why, to be sure in the upper draw er in my dressing case." "With the two keys," he laughed. "You're a sentimental woman. I sup pose you hve some fancy or other about those keys. You're all ready for the dinner and look like a princess. Toggery's becomin' to you. You like it." "I don't know," she said. "I used to like my old pink ginghams." "So did I!" he exclaimed. "Tiresome .work, this going out to dinner business. looked at his wife with a smile of triumph in spite Of circumstances. With what an air she carried it off, he thought. How she became wealth and splendor! And yet the girl in the pink gingham dress had been as pretty. The truth was that for the first time in this career Grace felt sure of herself and on her own ground. "Well," he said to her when they were again in their rooms, "I don't be lieve any of those men felt as proud of their wives as I did\of you. This is the sort of life you were meant for. It's too badI'm sorry. But now brace up. I've something to tell you." "No, you haven't," she said, laughing, her great blue eyes blazing, it seemed to him joyously. And she drew the tel egram from under a book. "By George!" he cried, gazing at her with fresh admiring pride. "You beat the record! That's what I call sand! And you knew it all the time! Well, there it is. I ain't no match for these fellers. By selling my watch and your jewels and furs we'll get out whole and have enough to buy a little stock of fresh goods for the store. Andand what do you say?" "That we can't start an hour too soon!" she cried. "Then we'll go back and just open up the store and dust it out as if nothin' had happened, as if we'd been out to see the world and had seen it and was satisfied and was back again to the old stand with some new notions," he said gayly. "Sowed our wild oats, so to say." "And I'll give you raised biscuits and doughnuts for your breakfast. And I'll feed my chickens and have my plants. I'll have a jack rose. Why, Charlie, we'll be real happy yet!" "You better believe! And with this load off my shoulders! It'll be nuts to, your grandfather, fhough." "He'll like to hear you talk. He'll be at the store early and late. And some days," said Grace, one glad smile breaking after another across her face, "I'll bring my sewing down to the store and visit with you myself. And every day I'll see father and the rest of them at the old place. And I'll ha-^ so much to tell mother and Louisa that they'll think I'm making it up. And Louisa's babyoh, Charlie, it will be just too sweet for anything! I shall feel as if I'd been born over again!" "And if we find a silver mine in the back yard we'll board it up," said he. Speeding Murder Trials. Recently the Solicitors' Journal of London referred to the long spun out Thaw trial as "a terrible blot upon the legal procedure of the United States." As compared with the London case of one Rayner, who was convicted on March 22 for a murder done Jan. 24, the contrast is striking. But brevity for the sake of brevity will not go in America where human life and libert^ are at stake. We regard the life and the liberty of the citizen as sacred. The law is made for man, not man for the law. Long trials in murder cages |vhere the question of guilt is involved in ob scurities are expected. People will in sist that the accused be given every chance, preferring that a guilty man shall escape or even ten guilty men rather than that one innocent man be condemned. So long as capital punish ment is the rule and the fight is over a life public sentiment will be found to justify every reasonable expedient on the parfi of the defense. The prose cution has advantages not possible for the prisoner. He is entitled to the ben efit of a doubt and to wide latitude in establishing a doubt. Our consular representatives in for eign fields have been so vigilant in sending valuable news of trade open ings that these items, when printed in the Daily Consular and Trade Reports, Issued by the government at Washing ton, were cabled to Europe by foreign envoys in our national capital. To cir cumvent this and give the first service to American exporters, the daily pub lication issued by the bureau of manu factures of the department of com merce and labor has introduced a new feature. It has begun to publish refer encest to these commercial opportuni ties abroad without giving exact in formation about the locality. These trade notes are numbered, and Ameri can manufacturers may address the de partment in regard to them. A correspondent of the London Times estimates that no less than 40,000,000 acres of land in the Canadian north west have been obtained in various ways by rich capitalists and richer cor porations for the purpose of specula tion. The land grabber has shown that he can work north of the forty ninth parallel about as well as south of/that line. The trouble with the Pathfinder's son, Major Fremont, U. S. A., appears to be that he has allowed his living ex penses to exceed his income and that his I. O. XL's had the habit of always turning up. After every arrangement shall have been made nearly two years in ad vance for filling the presidential office something may happen only a few months in advance to upset the entire scheme. Roosevelt is in favor of jiu jitsu. Not content with knocking the other fellow off his feet, he wants to throw him on his head. The late Galusha A. 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