THE MORNUsTG TIMffS, STJSTPAY, JANUARY 31, 1897
,By GEORGE P. ORMSBY
" Tou have oroKen your doll, I know."
James Whitcomb Uilcy.
The -wind i s lnishcd over the pale, dying
wild roses ota 13ar Harbor hedge near me
"June roses" that have awakened too late
and are dropping to pieces as with fright
at the bold, glaring red and yellow August
flower-neighbors about them. The air
scarcely stirs the ivy tliat climbs up the
pillar or the veranda on which 1 linger.
Fo that it cannot be a sway ivt. i c i gli which
gives an Impression of something beckoning
down an avenue of great chi-j-tnut trees to
the left a quiet, untraveled way that leads
to an unvisited canoe wharf. Nobody
cares to go there any more; like the little
girl's broken "teaset blue and playhouse
to .," it is or the "things of the long ago";
yet a watchful gioap of stalks Willi the
rtature or human beings and with oval faces
of quaint wan blossom-clusters waiting by
the side or this unpopular road, appear to
grow very wugular in their motionless,
expectant attitude as twilight comes.
To the right is a broad, sloping green
lawn, on which lie prostrate the long, black
in ages or the very high "white" beeches
beyond. There is Minsct gold in the deep
El.rubbery which begins at the fool of the
piazza steps and in the tops of weeping
H'ruces. In the distance arc dark emerald
Islands, with that restless stealthy level
called "Frenchman's Day'' a &apphirelevel
which changes to amaranth as the sun
It is only now that the earth grows gentle
and tender as it watches tin- day leave it.
Generally there is a tharp. fierce glitter
over the face of the laud a landscape
which is like a woman-face unshadowed by
a cross, unsoftcned by faith, unglorified by
renunciation. To its granite breat-t the
deep-breathing sea moves forward with
whispers, but sweeps back sighing. About
the feminine brow are the tresses of
feathery larch and fir, with jewel-gleams
of birches, pearl, ruby and topaz-yellow;
and there lb an effectrrom azure liiountaln
vistas like that Iron cold blue eyes. But
the cold blue gaze softens at evening to a
pensive violet; cliffs faintly flush, valleys
darken meditatively, instruments of melody
unfamiliar to visible fingers are touched,
and tiie witch hazels rustle softly in the
mysterious atmosphere with the delicacy
of Chopin's music.
The dust returns to earth as It wrrs, and
the rest uato God who gave it- Universal
spirit lives everywheie, in the murmms
of Use trees, in the love expressed in the
-warm tints or the sunset. -May not some
thing else live with it, blending with Omni
presence tn this clinging ivy? Is their lire
wholly spiritual? Slay they not have an
othcr-worid skill and deftness in dealing
with "material," when some fading crimson
streak is dimmest in the western sky, in
re-combining their former dust and vapor
momentarily in the dusky uncertainty
into a likeness of their former self? Do tliey
never greet our senses with one loving
glimpse only our reason?
My memory is busy with ilcEdelssohnV
"All seems dead when she's away,
Tueaf and blossom faded ''
-and with a symphony intertwining with
this, as in Bach's fugues two airs in
termingle. This symphony interwove
llwlf into the world more recently than the
teuel tree's, and I run over Its sentimental
' There, littl girl, don't cry,
Tliej have broken your slate, I know;
Ami tne glad wilu ways or your fcciioolgirl
Are things or the long ago;
.But lire au.J love will soon come by"
here reminiscences or Mr. Riley's poem
and Mendelssohn abruptly desert me. 1
im conscious only orinky shades and glooms
Skulking in tiie abysses or Thunder Moun
tain, gorges filling with umbras, a night
blooming flower near awakening with a
curesbing. wild, indefinite lrngraiice, and
In the long empty avenue's diminishing
perspective two rigures coming silently
into view. One is a girl In a pink dancing
dress, with the precision and charm or
txime beautirul grace or sculpture ;the other
a man in cloudy gray. Overtliesere leaves
which the late summer gales have scattered
upon the gravel they go without an au
diMc rootTall. Tiie elegant leaves or the
castanea are whisperless above them the
warm green leaves or Salvator Rosa's fa
xoritetrees;perhapstlicspirit or the wicked
old master or the uncannily picturesque in
landscape painting is among their massive
ovate trunks, conjuring up one or ins
haunted scenes. Here and there in the
foliage arches are broad, clca r spaces, which
the red flare or the vermilion disk loiter
ing among the purple summits, rills with
ruddy erfulgence. "Lire and Love" are
passing by. And the waiting groups of
tall stalks teem to have had their pallid
faces startled into phantom brilliancy.
I look Tor the. two gaunt late-afternoon
eclipses whose lengthening shapes
should be gliding at the side or the stroll
ing couple, lurking among the hydrangeas,
syringa bushes and snowdrops that skirt
the border. None are there; yet the girl's
bright, brown hair, straight, Greek brow,
gay, careless smile and moulded chin, are
alias certain in space as chiseled marble;
bo clear cut as to stand out rrom her vague
companion like a head suspended in air.
"Why does she cast no shadow?
It was she who sang for me Mendelssohn,
and, on that last forenoon, that about
"childish troubles will soon pass by;"' then
came the twilight hop here, and then the
lunnse! When a snowflake melts into
invjsibility, it is still somewhere, with a
capacity for rejoicing the world" again?
1 glance at the rocks where the canoe was
found bcttomside up in tiie early morning
afterward. They are pea eeful.slcepy, dingy
brown reefs, commonplace, witii hardly
n speck of roam; but out or their muttering
I seem m distinguish what sounds like
"have broken your heart, I know," and
some gurgling jingle concerning "fairy
gleams youthful dreams things of the
long ago." was that a graud-plano keep
Ing accompaniment or reverberations from
tills hollow, shut-up house? an echo
which started three years back and whose
sound-waves are moving somewhere on
into eternal space to be overtaken by our
It is only an instant that I listen to the
gibberi ng o f th c rocks , and watch the bro wn
bea-wced rising and sprawling; the weed
feedson drowned mud drownedthings gen
erally. When I lookback the ghost-walk is
vacant. They have gone these two mere
iigures of mist, with a rainbow's scarlet
ine this Illusion of sundown, vapor, re
fraction, and that arch-sculptor, Memory.
Or do the hour and place foini a photo
graph gallery, which "spirits" wise from
the post-graduate art-school of heaven
know how to use? At leasttuereis no more
trace or her now than a departed rainbow.
They became affiinUes or melted haze and
the night and the Unknown three years
ago, disappearing in the flesh forever on
tins avenue toward the wharf; 'he in omi
nous gray; she. glittering in her diamonds
and something like a pink dawn with the
mocking branches of Salvator Rosa's trees
interlaced above the two in fineTdistorted
lines on a crimson sky.
Lucifer had hung his wedding wreatlis
over tnem. The nextmorntnga man's hat
was discoverd, going out with the ebb,
bobbing and bowing to tiie dredgers for
tiie bodies. Nothing wasever found of her.
The Bar Harbor tides chant trist Wagnerian
harmonics by the dark-green, pine-crowned
Islands and shewasfondor German opera.
She is attending it rather longer tiiau
usual, in her roseate ball gown and dia
monds, among the fishes sonurwbere atthe
bottom of Fronchman'sEay. The lullaby of
the currents, low and interrupted, come
to me through the sylvan interval with
UlO broken sweetness of Isolde's death
song. But there was a time when the song had
not overmastered her, when her fingers
flew over the technical difficulties of
Liszt's transcription of it, from "Wagner's
"Tristan," like a bird over the Himalayas.
And Chopin with her, those breezy Etudes
of his especially, would have directed your
fancies toward the tree-tops to where
prayer goes. Altogether, she was like the
immovable earth, with its bird carols and
wild woodland witchery, while he was as
blue as the beseeching sea. She did not
care for him; there wassomcone else, and
she sang "Heaven holds all for which you
sigh" very earnestly. Earthquakes and
storms, however, change ordinary condi
tions; being bottled up and labeled "Cham
pagne," they were uncorked at the hop on
tills ivy-garlanded verandah, and in the
now vacant, spider-webbed parlor behind
me. This house-to-lct has been solemnly
temperate since; atlcast tw of the dancers
have vanished back Into the earth and sea.
The wind Is rising? It brings strange
voices from the laurel shrubbery; shadows
schottische and waltz about the verandah
and peer in the windows of the dusty ball
room; hills wane beneath the vast fading
sky; forests lose color, and fields grow dim;
a shiver runs through the neglected grasses,
and down the shadowed lane something
goes silent, secret, swift to where the
ocean hums Isolde's love song.
As to what this is I suspend judgment;
also as to whether she is somewhere In
Space or only in Time; "beyond theutars,"
or only on the other side of Tester Jay.
Ever since the Erl Tvlng set the fashion
streaks or vapor have been in vogue with
artistic entities or the unseen, and these
wreaths of fog that go wandering about
Bar Harbor are very capable ot manipula
tion by the disembodied that wish to dress
up in them and "manifest" themselves,
more than are lilies, daisies, honeysuckles
and such otlier transformations of human
dust. Yet ho wthese tardily a wakened "June
roses"' gaze at me! Has her soul ltlswith
this psychic presence which Inter-penetrates
all things cnteied into them for
one sweet moment? The glistening drops
that are on their pink petals now is it the
evening dew? There, little girl, don't cry.
Mr. MaeQueen Points Out now They
Can Get Alous Together.
Rev. Peter MaeQueen, a Congregational
pastor, of Boston, was interviewed the
other day on his opinion of Sunday news
papers, and when asked: "'Do you think
speaking against them does any good?" he
'There" Is just the point. So many
people make a reputation tnese days
by simply railing against something that
is no temptation to them. A man with a
wooden leg can well afrord to rail against
the evils or dancing, ir you get up and
attack anything these days, you will pass
ror something good and great. The ractis,
we are in a new age, and it has new vices,
and the mass of people have not yet found
out Just what the sins or our day arc, hut
ihcy are looking ror them, and ir anybody
comes along and says: "Here they are; the
evils of our day and their panaceas,' then
everybody is ready to believe. Many peo
pie stay at home rrom church. It'sa bad
thing to do.
"Somebody then cries out: 'The Sunday
newspaper, the vile Sunday bheet that
is what Is emptying our churchca!'
"Now, to tell you the truth, I cannot
much respect a man who has no more soul
than to Torsakc the church' entirely in
these days, when the church never had bet
ter music, better ministers, belter deacons,
better members never was nearer the
heart or God and the life of Christ. And
if I saw him lounging with a Sunday paper
Tom nnd Engineer
I should be inclined to think hard or him.
But the ractis, the man has a malady far
deeper than his paper and "his cigar. The
flush on a man's cneek wneu lie tias heai t
disease would never kill him. This un
godly Sunday newspaper man has a wast
ing Might which comes from a deliberate
attempt at spiritual suicide, and not from
his editor. Clean the hearts or this gen
eration and the church and newspaper shall
dwell together is brethren should."
"Mrs. Lincoln's Zouaves."
Julia Taft Bayne, in February St. Nicho
las, describes the pranks or "Willie and
Tad Lincoln" in tiie White House. The
President's sons weie playmates of her
brother, "Budd." Mrs Bayne writes: About'
this time they formed a military company
callcd"Mrs. Lincoln's Zouaves." She gave
them a flag, and they were reviewed by
the President from the portico. The Secre
tary of War promised to furnish light (con
demned) rifles, but I do not reniember
whether they were "ever armed or not, for
the company dwindled until it was' like
Artemus Ward's "all officers." Willie
was colonel, Budd major, nudllallycaptam,
while Tad refused every rank but that of
drum-major. The officers had old-fashioned
swords, given them cither by the Seerctary
or War or by Gen. McClellan. They spent a '
great deal of time on the rlat copper roof of
the White House. I' was surrounded by a
stone balustrade, and here they built a
cabin. The roof wa3 by turns a "fort" and
a "quarter-deck." They used to raise and
lower the flag with due ceremony, and look
for "strange sail" through a spyglass.
Life Insurance Ut-.efi.
Mr. Mann Carrie, 1 have had my life in
sured tor $10,000 today.
Mrs. Mann How good of you! Now,
there's nothing to prevent our taking that,
trip to Europe next summer, Is there? Our
expenses won't make much of a hole in so
much money as that.- Boston Transcript,
Ato "With a Knife.
Insalubrious Combination: "The new
sword swailower eats pie with a knire,"
whispered the infant marvel when the lec
turer had gone to the other end of the curio
hall. "Ho mist have a stomach like .an os
THIS CUT HfELHG
Six Hundred and Seventy-live Tiiousand
Already Covered by Old Tom
of the Alameda.
Here is n cat that is striving to make a
unique record. To cover 1,000,000 miles is
the goal or Its ambition , and that or Its
owner, Ohier Engineer A. D. Little, or the
steamer Alameda, or the Oceanic Line.
It is the most widely traveled cat In the
world. Up to the present time Torn has
covered a distance or 675,000 miles, and
both he and his master are livingin the hope
that he will be able to reach the million
mark. Incidentally, Tom lias had many
strango experiences. He has been bat
tered about and laid on the sick llbt more
than once, but never has this prevented him
from continuing- his travels.
Tom has done most of his journeyingson
the Alameda, on board of which Mr.
Little has sailed as chief engineer for over
thirteon years. The Alameda piles between
San Francisco, New Zealand, Hawaii and
Australia, and at every port whore the
vessel touches Tom is as well-known as
the oldest salt in the, service. There are
dozens of persons interested in him, and
many or them keep a record or the miles
lie travels, adding to the score whenever
the famous old feline reaches port. On
the water front at San Francisco Tom Is as
well-known In fact, better than the
oldest policeman on the beat, and surely
twice as well liked, and at Honolulu, Apia,
Auckland and Sydney he Is first favor
ite with all who frequent the docks.
It was not until Tom had been at sea
for ten years that Mr. Little began to
rigure up the number of riillcs he had
covered, but since that time he has kept
a careful record, and at the close or the
last voyage, when it was discovered that
Tom had covered a distance of 675,000
miles, there was general feasting among
From the moment that Tom boarded the
Alameda he kept to himself. No amount
of coaxing could make him friendly. He
would not allow anyone to pick him
up, and, if any of the sailors tried to
stroke him, he would dart off and dis
appear for a couple of dnys. Then he
would renew his crusade among the rats.
This was the case on the first voyage that
Tom took. One day he happened to chase
a monster rat into the galley. In his
anxiety to catch his foe Tom jumped on
the stove. His feet were badly burned,
and with a howl or pain he rushed out of
the galley and stowed himself away In
the 'tween decks. Engineer Little started
for him, groping nmong' the cargo for
several hours, at last finding him writh
ing in pain between two barrels. Little
picked up the cat and took him to his
room, dressing his feet, with vaseline
every day until they were cureil, aud from
that time Tom has been friendly to the
Of late years Tom has acted as sentinel
atthe door of Engineer Little's stateroom,
but there is something paradoxical about
his methods. He will kill every rat that
dares to make a n appearance, but if he ends
the life of one anywhere else on the ship
the first thing he does is to deposit tiie
carcass at Mr. Little's door.
This wondcrrul traveling cat is sagacious
in other ways. He knows the sound or u
flying rish. and never one Talis on the deck
that does not rind its way to the chief
engineer's door. Flying rish are consid
ered a delicacy at sea, but Tom is always
rewarded for his faithfulness by being al
lowed to eat his captive. The only anuoy-
Little of tbe S. S. Alnninda
ing part about this peculiarity of Tom's is
that lie will orten crawl upon Mr. Little's
bed and awaken him if he has a victim's
body to display.
Tom has never missed a sailing day. He
is too anxious to travel. In his younger
days he used to go ashore a great deal,
and sometimes he stayed a way Tor a day or
two at a tune, but he always showed up
at muster on sailing day. Mr. Little has al
ways been at a loss to know how the cat
seemed to realize that the ship was about
to sail, but the fact remains that he did
so. and does so still.
COSTLY HALLS BY TIIE RICH.
The Rainsfordlnterview Which Has
Caused Discussion In New York.
Here is the Rev. Dr. Rainford's inter
view, which, being applied to the coming
costume ball ot Mrs. Bradley-Martin, has
stirred up discussion in New York on the
giving or elaborate and expensive enter
tainments by the rich:
"I believe that the giving of lavish enter
tainments by the rich is at this time polit
ically, socially and ethically unwise. I do
not wish to be understood as.condemning
any persons, or warniugagainstany partic
ular entertainment. I speak generally, and
because I believe that those who have
wealth should not at this time give the'
demagogues assistance in spreading the
reeling ot' discontent among the poor.
"The political importance or New York is
threatened by the attacks whicli have been
made upon her in the West, and ostenta
tious entertainments and extravagance
would furnish fresli texts for other at
tacks. "1 think" the commanding political im
portance of New York has decreased in the
last fifteen years, and I think the time has
come for something to be done that will
check, instead of increasing, this loss of
influence. A large part of the country's
population is crying out against existing
social conditions, and ostentatious display
here in the East would only widen the
breach between this .suction and the West.
"Never were the lines between the two
classes, those who have wealth and those
who envy them more distinctly drawn.
o longer ago than November 3, more than
6,000,(100 persons expressed their eon
Yictjoa that the existing conditions were
unsatisfactorily, Whether we like It or
' not, it is an InconFrovertible fact that u
largo portion of oujkridpSlatlon is discon
tented, and does noTeslijc to expresB its
feelings. Extra vagajitentlrtalnmcntsdraw
attention to and,acceniuate existing Eoclal
difference and to'thc jjvidenlnE chasm be
tween the rich andjpoor.
"With want on every side, contributions
to charitable societies decreasing, and ap
plicatlons for aid increasing.lt Is most un
wise now to- offer- tests to social dema
gogues and political extremists by ostenta
"I believe in social entertainments; but
there should be a rea'sonable limit to dis
play and a roasonable'tlrhe chosen for it.
Money is not the root of evil; the love of
money Is. That text Is directed against
the envious poor man as well as against the
selfish rich man. To gratuitously increase
discontent by accentuating the poverty of
the unfottunate in such days as these is an
action greatly to be deplored."
KLECTKICIJY AND ADVEHSITY.
Dr. Hell on Several 'Carious Present-Day
. The hard times do not appear to havcTc
tarded the growth of the electrical indus
try. In the Engineering Magazine Dr.
Louis Bell says: "It is hard, indeed, to es
timate the growth of electric motlvo
power during the last decade. In place of
-the little group of struggling electric roads
of ten years ago we have today very nearly
13,000 miles of traok equipped with not
less than 30,000 motor cars. The rail
motors in uso aggregate fully 1,000,000
horso power, and the generating plants
close to 500,000.
"During the year Just past about 1,900
miles of electric railway track have been
built and nearly 5,000 motor cars have been
added to the equipment list. This Increase
means an aggregate investment of sonie
thingliko $35,000,000 a prodigloussum to
be added to a single Industry in a year
added to the equipmentllst. This increase
means an aggregate investment or some
thing like $35,000,000 a prodigious sum
to be added to a bingle industry hi a year
that lias been rar rrom prosperous.
"Or stationary electric motors, the num
ber defies exact calculation, In so many
directions and rrom so many sources lias
the growth extended. A single plant In
New York city carries nearly 10,000 horse
power In motors upon Its circuits and the
aggregate or those thus operated rrom cen
tral stations primarily intended for light
ing certainly reaches 100,000 horse-power.
Those operated by scattered stations and
power transmission plants and used in
miscellaneous ways, bring the probable
total amount or power, to 25,000 horse
power. Including railway work, It is safe
to'bay that the gross power or the electric
motors used in the United States is at pres
ent not less than 1,250,000 horse-power, or
power transmission plants proper, Inaug
urated mainly ror minor purposes, there
are now probably 150 about 100 of them
using the modern polyphase systems,
which, by simplifying the question of dis
tribution, have mndu power transmission
practicable. A scorej of 'thQsc plants trans
mit power ten miles or more and half a
dozen over twenty miles. '
"The secret or this astonishing growth
lies in the simple fact that capital will be
invested to effect certain-retrenchment,
even when it cannot' be 6btalned for any
other purposes I n , prosperity men will
work harder to make a'dollar than to save
one; in adversity this tendency Is re
versed." INGEHSOLTi'S IDEAtJ CHURCH.
It "Would lie LurgOv'and Rather- So-,
ciable and NoTielHii Its "Ways.
Col. Robert G.,.Ingersjllm hi? lecture on
"How lb IteJorllntKJndA; describes his
ideal church ar'fSltfrs?T!dur churcheSr
for the most part, ar,& )l6?ed during the.
week, being used only.a part or one day in
seven. No one wishes' o destroy the
churches or church organizations. The
only desire is that they shall accomplish sub
stantial good for the world. In muuy of
our small towns towns of 3,000 or 1,000
.people will be found four or five churches,
"Now, it seems to me, that it would be
far better for the people of a town having
a population of 4,000 or 5,000 to have one
church, and the edifice should be or use,
not only on Sunday, but on every other day
of the week. In this building should be
the library or thetown. It should be the
clubhouse or the people, where they could
find the principal newspapers and periodi
cals of the world. Its auditorium should
be like a theater. Plays should be present
ed by iiome talent; an orchestra formed,
music cultivated. The people should meet
there at any time they desire. The
women could carry their knitting and sew
ing; and connected with it should be rooms
for the playing of games, billiards, cards
and chess. Everything should be made as
agreeable as possible. The citizens should
take pride in this building. They should
adorn its niches with statues and its walls
with pictures. It should be the Intellectual
center. They should employ a gentleman of
ability, possibly of genius, to address them
on Sundajs on subjectsthat would be of
real Interest, of real importance."
WHITE HOUSE ILYND-SHAKLNG.
A Sugire&tionTlin-eSIny Help Relieve
the Tired Occupants.
. (From the Boston Advertiser.)
The question of hand-shaking at Pres
idential receptions springs up with new
energy about the time or a new Presi
dent's inauguration. Somebody takes upon
him to say that Mrs. McKinley Intends
to sit in a rocking chair holding a bunch
of roses in her lap during thPse White
House functions. Whatever she may now
intend, she will do nothing of that sort,
unless fouiebody can invent a machine or
suggest a metl.o'l for satisfying the dear
public in tomepther way than bj the time
1 o:iored pump-handle exercise.
We offer this plan: Have an electric
battery in the reception room; let the
President and his wife either stand or
sit, as they choose, or" do the one and
the other, alternateljj'gpt them main
tain a contact with tne battery, holding
each other's hand; tlTe!" let the butler
the coachman, the fo.qtrnau, the head
took, the chaiubermaidjtjtjje nursery gov
erness and the otherejiiployeR of the
Presidential mansion tjake turns in shak
ing hands with the public, being careful
all the while when pressing the palm or a
visiting statesman wih,jthc right' hand
to maintain a McKinley Jiand grasp with
the left. In that wayqyery participant
in the reception will Receive an electric
sl.ork" that will be warranted to have
in the course c?r its prOgfesS-thrilled the
nerves and emanated ffcrrti the person of
President and Mrs. aftKInley.
If the electrical enefgy is kept suffi
ciently mild the di.'JiiVgiised host and
hostess will experience no 111 effects;
they will be relieved fio:n the intolera
ble bmden of shaking innumerable hands;
aud. c'oubtless, every one who attends a
White House reception -will be pleased
To He Called at Eight.
Landlady Then you would like to be
calledatS, sir. New Lodger (with retiiing
allowance) Well, no", not exactly called,
don't you know; butthe,girl might mention
the time then, quietly very quietly, in
case 1 should be aslep. Fun.
Briggs Simmrjioon, the inventor, sajs
his wiie doi'sit teven, know what "business
he is in.- G-riggs Why has he concealed it
from her'lf BUggs-He 14 afraid she might
get thoinpression that he could do odd
jobstfroinid the house.HLire.
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The Newsboy's Investment
By ANNA B. PATTEX.
Clinton R. Forbes had expressed his
views quite forcibly on the newsboy ques
tion. Not only that, but he had used his
influence, as a prominent banker, to make
the law an assured fact.
Surely the liible set aside Sunday as a
day of rest. but how could oneobcysuch an
injunction when his
sleep was disturbed
at an early hour
by the shrill shout
of "those street
Aa for convenience,
that was but a trifle.
One had but to order
his paper from the
newsdealer. So the
Mr. Forbes left the
office with a pleased
sense of having ac
complished his duty,
and took ms way homeward to sleep the
sleep of the just.
The -next day was dull and cloudy. A
misty .rain was falling, and the newsboys
dragged along the slippery asphalt, with
lagging step and countenances that har
monized with the lowerlug atmosphere.
There was no piping cry of "Mornln
pap'rs yere Sun'ay Times!" Perhaps that
was the reason Sir. Forbes slumbered on m
heavily. He awoke with a start and raised
himself, involuntarily, to listen for -the
ramlllar sound. Then he recollected and
sank back on the pillow with a muttered
exclamation, tor he suddenly remembered,
too, that In his haste to fill an appoint
ment he had neglected to slip Into the
newsdealer'sandorderhls paper. He leaned
over and gave a glance at the watch. One
o'clock 1 How had he ever slept so late?
He dressed hurriedly and went down stairs,
to find the breakfast cold and unpalatable
"Did you get the morning paper?" he
asked, almost gruffly, of his wife.
"Paper? No, dear. It is strange, but
I have not heard a single newsboy this
Sirs. Forbes was a bright, pretty little
woman, but she never concerned herself
with the questions ot the day, either
local or national.
"Well, send someone out for one as
quick as you can," this time Sir. Forbes'
tone was rar from pleasing. His wife
looked at him reproachfully.
"Whom shalll send, dear? Thisis John's
afternoon off. and I let Philip go over
to his Uncle Nat's,
(i. -tiff; i
and poor Ned is hick
in bed with a tooth
ache." Sir. Forbes came
very near using a
strong term , that wivs
not In keeping with
tho sacred day, but
ho refrained. He
would have to leave
his warm fire, and go
out In the rain! Just
then there was a
peal at tho doorbell,
and Koran brought
in the familiar yellow-brown envelope, that
strikes such a chill to feminine hearts. Mr.
Forbes broke it open with an angry jerk.
"Meet me at the Astor House, at 9:30,
Sunday night, without fail. Important
business. , JIIVERS."
So this was the day of rest he had
planned for himself. He had barely time,
now, to catch the 3:15 train.
It was a very choleric-looking gentle
man who stood on the street corner, an
hour later, gesticulating with his umbrella
to the car-driver. The rain was coming
down in torrents. There was only cue
other occupant of the car a rotuud colored
woman, who sat in the farther corner.
Just as the conductor came forward for
ills fare a little newsboy vaulted ou, the
platform with a package of papers under
his arm. Sir. Forbes beckoned to him
"Hi, there, boy! Give me a Tlnjts.-i'
and he plunged his hand Into Ms pocket
I for the required change, but it was nofc
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forthcoming. One pocket after another
was investigated, while the conductor and
the newsboy -stood attention.
"By George! I believe I've left my
pocketbook at home," he ejaculated in
The newsboy passed on a nlck'bl to the
conductor with the air of a financier.
Never mind, boss, I'll pay yer fare.
My name's Tim Cronin, an' I live at 23
Burnt alley. Every one knows me. they
Tho conductor winked slyly at the
banker as lie punctured the fare, but the
urchin went on glibly.
"Yer needn't take no 'count uv that!
Yer see, terday I'm one uv them men on
the change they tells
I couldn't dolt. Sun
days I makes more.
I alters getsSla bacon
we Jest has tater. I
thought I might save
'nuff ter have chops
soon, but they've
stopped us singin' out
tho papers, an' I
ain't made but 50
cents siuce 9 o'clock!"
Mr. Forbes lookedat
the small lad, who
had already heaped
coals ot fire on his
head, with a deprecating air:
"Do you want to make some money, my
boy?" he. asked briefly.
"'Yon bet!" was Tim's emphatic re
joinder. Mr. Forbes took a note book out of his
pocket and scribbled a few lines.
Uear Wife: Get my purse out or the
pepper and salt trousers, in the left
hand corner or my wardrobe, and send
it hy this boy. He is honest, I think.
When John comes back, send him to No.
23 Burnt Alley with the best dinner vou
and Norah can scrape together. Will
"There!" he said, as he placed this note
in the grimy hand ot his messenger.
"Take that to Rhode Island avenue,
and If you bring the answer to the Fenu
sylvania depot in time for the 3:15"traln
I will pay you well. Take car, cab, or
anything you like, as long as you get
there in time!"
The boy had vanished.
"Queer kid," said the conductor, as he
gazed after the flying figure; "but they've
got the right ot it. It's plaguey mean
of them as only has to lie in bed and take
it easy, to begrudge them small fry what
little savings they can muster. I take
It you ain't one ot them kind?"
Mr. Forbes had felt very" small when
he had placed his hand in his pocket
and found it empty. For one moment he
had experienced the vacuum to which
Tim was never a stranger. After the con
ductor's remark he felt even smaller.
Supposing his bank should fail tomorrow,
or liis dividends cease to make returns.
They were only the
creatures ot circum
stances after all.
Poor shabby Tim had
little to work upon.
Then a transition of
feeling took place.
Was he not imprudent
to trust the boy? It
was a great tempta
tion. Whatever had
induced him to take
such risks? He might
have gone Into a tele
graph office or sent a
then the chance, of
being too late; there
had hardly been a minute to decide.
He paced up and down the platform,
watching the hands ot the clock creep
round, to 3:15. Only five minutes more!
How annoying that he should have got in
"such a predicament on Sunday. It all
arose from sleeping toolate, and that arose
yes, there was no one but himself to
blame. It was that confounded news.boy
question why, had he meddled with it
Three minutes now. He might as well
give him up altogether. Just then the
door flew back and a panting, drenched
figure burst Into the waiting-room, holding
a package tightly clasped In one hand.
"Here 'tis, boss. I hired a bislccle on
Fourteenth street. The man didn't take,
uny stock in me. tell I showed him the
note, an I let' my papers fur s'curlty."
TimH breath came in gaps ,and bfa
face was bathed in perptrat!on. Mr.
Forbes' voice trembled.
"You shall not loie by it: never fear,
Tim!" Then, as he rushed for the tickut
office, he turned and looked at the boy.
"How would you like to go to New
York, with me, sonny?"
Tim's eyes bulged in amazement. Hfe
face was sufficient answer.
"Hurry up, there! Two tickets for Seyr
York," said Mr. Forbes, tossing down a .
S10 bill. Tim could hardly get hia breach.
"The bisciccle," he managed to gasp.
"The bicycle? Oh, ncer mind. I'll
tend to that." And he hurriedly snatched
up a timetable and tore through the
gates, followed by Tim, whose face woro
a look of rapturous amazement.
Every one in the Pullman glanced Ini
astonishment rrom the weK-groomed gen
tleman to the shabby little urchin, who
looked so very much out ot place; bc
Mr. Forbes smiled on his companion reas
suringly. His anxious period of suspend
had given him food for reflection. The
"electric," vith us gong, and the steum
car, with its piercing yell, werd surely
disturbers of the Sabbath peace. Sap
posing they had been abolished he could
not have made connection today and saved
a tidy little sum; yet he had been ouy
too eager to deprive a little newbboy ot a
part of his paltry pittance.
When they arrived at Jersey City, Tun
aroused, the same curiosity, not to menttun
suspicion. A policeman came forwanl
with an ominous twirl of his billet, but
Mr. Forbes waved him back imperatively.
In the vestibule or the Astor House the
clerk looked Tim over with a frown.
"Now, boy, we don't want any becgarai
or loarers around here. Make yuRri-eir,
Mr. Forbes came to Tim's assistance and
the clerk retreated obsequiously, but he it
solved to tell the bell-boy to keep a wath
on "them parties;" then Mr. Rivers, a Weil
known New York speculator, came for
ward and greeted the new-comer Tlt!t ef
fusion, so he suddenly changed his mind.
"Well, Forbes, I've been on teiiter-hoote
the last hour. You've taken a load ofT
my mind, I tell you," Then, as ids eyes
lighted on Tim: "What la tiie name
"Never mind, Rivers. Tins is a Hula
friend of mine. Tim, you go over in the "
torner and wait until I come back. Then
we will have dinner and see about a v
When Sir. Forbes returned, rubbing: lite
hands gleefully at the tLought of having
flipped his head out of a ccose Justin
time, and with a corresponding flow nt
gratitude for the humble person who had
assisted hinrin this perilous undertaking,
he found Tim sandwiqhed in the corner
with the bellroy on one side aud th&call
1 oy on the other, bi.th of them striving
to exercise their authority over the ill
At the sound of Mr. Forbes stern voice
they made a sudden exit. Then Tims
feasUng began. First, a note was senc
to his mother with a hill inclosed. Then
he was given such a dinner as the famished
little fellow had never thought ot in his
wildest dreams. That night he h&d the.
luxury of a room all to himself, with
such a comfortable bed that he woke up.
every now and then to pinch himself so
as to be sure it was all true.
The next morning they paid a visit to
tho tailor, and then Tim strolled up
Broadway In his new habiliments, and
entered the big stock exchange, gazing
open-mouthed on its pandemonium.
A remarkable change was noted, also.
In the bearing of his benefactor. When the
people were agitating a petition for tho
revoking of the law In regard to the news
1 oys, he astounded everyone by uphold
ing it as stanchly as he had its pred
ecessor. "Yes, I'm for It," he wa3 heard to
say, with an emphatic shake of the head,
"that, and the Newsloys' Home, and a
Christmas dinner, and a Fourth-of-July pic
nic, and anything else you might mention
in that line ! Why, one i.f my best friends
is a newsboy. Working his -way up, too.
Yes, he saved me a r,C0o deal the tuer.
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