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Chapter I?Bob Brownley creates a
panic in Wall street. He is a friend of
Jim Randolph of Randolph & Randolph,
bankers and brokers. Brownley
and Randolph had gone to college together
and entered the employ of Ran?
dolph's father at the close of college
days. Brownley is a Virginian by
birth. Beulah Sands, daughter of an
old Virginia house, calls on Brownley
and tells him her father has been
practically ruined by the stock operations
of Relnhart. She hopes to utilize
her own money in Wall street in
retrieving her father's fortunes before
his condition becomes known, and
asks for employment in the office that
she may have an opportunity to better
understand how her money is invested.
She does not want it used in a
purely Wall street gamble, but in the
buying and selling of legitimate securities.
Brownley agrees to help her,
and falls in love with her.
Chapter II?Brownley plunges in
sugar stock. He uses the money or
Miss SgJids. his own and in addition
is backed heavily by the Randolph
millions. His coup seems successful,
and he tells Miss Sands that she has
cleared $1,800,000. But the market
had not closed.
Chapter III?Barry Conant, head
* broker for Standard Oil and sugar interests,
suddenly begins to sell "sugar."
In the midst of a panic he breaks the
market and with its fall carries away
the earnings and much of the capital
of both Miss Sands and himself. A
pretty love scene occurs between the
two at the office when Bob attempts
to tell her the terrible truth of their
fall. Brownley takes a trip to Virginia.
p Chapter IV?Beulah Sands and Bob
become engaged. Randolph wants to
loan her father the money to meet his
obligations. She refuses. Bob figures
on how to beat Wall street at its own
game. Sugar takes another sensational
spurt upward, but Brownley keeps
' Chapter V.?The "bulls" toss sugar
to record breaking point, and the
"street" goes wild. Barry Conant, for
the "system," pushes prices up and up,
and a wonderful clean-up is promised
when the exchange closes, Thursday,
November 12. Sugar opens higher
Friday morning, November 13. When
the price had passed all bounds
Brownley steps into the pit and begins
to sell. He sells every share "the
system's" brokers will take, and
t pounds the price down and down until
failures are of momentary occurence,
and "the system' has lost millions. He
has made millions for Beulah Sands
and her father.
Chapter VI ?Beulah Sands Insists I
upon being assured that there is no
W dishonor connected with the money he
has made for her. and he cannot honestly
answer "no." He leaves her to
think it out. When he returns he
finds her staring at me glaring neuxillnes
of a newspaper extra announcing
that her father, while temporarily insane.
had killed his wife, his daughter
and hipiself, and Beulah Sands had
gone crazy.
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An old gambler whose life had been
f spent listening to the rattle of the
drop-in-bound-out little roulette ball,
was told by a fellow victim, as his
last dollar went to the relentless tiger's
maw, that the keeper's foot was upon
an electric button which enabled him
to make the ball drop where his stake
was not. He simply said: "Thank
God. I thought that prince of cheats.
Fate, who all through life has had his
foot on the button of my game, was
the one who did the trick." Long suffering
had driven the old gambler to
the loser's bible. Philosophy! Cheated
by man's device, he knew he had some
chance of getting even; but Fate he
could not combat.
Bob Brownley had thought himself
in hard luck when his eyes opened
to the fact that he had been robbed
by means of dice loaded by man, but
when Fate pressed the button he saw j
that his man-made hell was but a j
feeble imitation, and?was satisfied, as
whoever knows the game of life is
satisfied, because?he must be. Bob's
strong head bowed, his iron will bent,
and meekly his soul murmured: "Thy
will be done."
, That night he married Beulah
Sands. The minister who united the
grown-up man and the woman who
was as a new-born babe saw nothing
extraordinary in the match. He
murmured to me, who acted as best
man to the grroom, maid of honor to
the bride, and father and mother to
both: "We see strange sights, we
ministers of the great city, Mr. Randolph.
The sweet little lady appears
to be a trifle scared." My explanation
that she and Mr. Brownley were
the awful survivors of the awful
tragedies of the day was sufficient.
He was satisfied when he got no other
response to his question: "Do you
take this man to be your wedded husband?"
than a sweet childish smile as
she snuggled closer to Bob.
Bob and his bride went south to his
mother and sisters the next day. He
left to me the settlement of his trades.
He instructed me to set aside $3,000,000
profits for Beulah-Sands-Brownley,
and insisted that I pay from the
balance the notes he had given me a
few weeks before. There rer?\alned
something over $5,000,000 for himself.
The leading Wall street paper. In
Its preaching on the panic, wound up
"Wall street has lived through many
black Fridays. Some of them have
been thirteenth-of-the-month Fridays,
but no Friday yet marked from the
calendar, no Saturday. Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday or Thursday yet garnered
to the storehouse of the past
was ever more Jubilantly welcomed_by
his Satanic Majesty than yesterday, wei
pray Heaven no coming day may be
ordained to go against yesterday's record
for tigerish cruelty and awful destruction.
It is rumored that Mr.
Brownley of Randolph and Randolph,
either for himself or his clients cleared
>25,000,000 of profit We believe
that this estimate is low. The losses
coming through Robert Brownley's
terrible onslaught must have run over
>500,000.000. Wall street and the
country will do well to take the moral
of yesterday's market to their heart.
It is this: The concentration of wealth
in the hands of a few Americans is a
menace to our financial structure. It
is the unanimous opinion of 'the
Street' that Robert Brownley could
never have succeeded in battering
down the price of .sugar in the very
teeth of the Camemeyer and Standard
Oil support as he did yesterday, without
a cash backing of from >50,000,000
to >100,000,000. If a vast aggregation
of money owners deliberately place
themselves behind an onslaught such
as was so successfully made yesterday,
why can that slaughter not be repeated
at any time, on any stock, and
against the support of any backing?"
When I read this and listened to
talk along: the same lines, i was puzzled.
I could not for the life of me
see where Bob Brownley could have
got five to ten millions' backing for
such a raid, much less fifty to a hundred.
Yet I was forced to confess
that he must have had some tremendous
backing: else how could he have
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done what I had seen him do?
Bob left his wife at his mother's
house while he went to Sands Landing
to the funeral. After the old judge
and his victims had been laid away
and the relatives had gathered in the
library of the great white Sands mansion,
he explained their kinswoman's
condition and told them that she was
his wife. He insisted upon paying all
Judge Sands' debts, over $500,000 of
which was owed to members of the
Sands family for whom he had been
trustee. Before he went back to his
mother's. Bob had turned a great calamity
into an occasion for something
near rejoicing. Judge Sands and his
family were very dear to the people
of the section, but his misfortune had
threatened such widespread ruin that
the unlooked-for recovery of a million
and a half was a godsend mat maue
for happiness.
Two days after the funeral Bob's
dearest hope tied. He had ordered all
things at the Sands plantation put in
their every-day condition. Beulah
Sands', uncles, aunts and cousins had
arranged to welcome her and to try
by every means in their power to coax
back her lost mind. They assured
Bob that barring the absence of
Beulah's father, mother, and sister,
there would not be a memory-recaller
missing. Bob and his wife landed
from the river packet at the foot of
the driveway, which led straight from
the landing to the vine-covered, white
pillared portico. Bob's agony must
have been awful when his wife clapped
her hands In childish joy as she
exclaimed, "Oh, Bob, what a pretty
place!" She gave no sign that she
had ever seen the great entrance,
through which she had come and gone
from her babyhood. Bob took her to
the library, to her mother's room, to
her own. to the nursery where were
the dolls and toys of her childhood,
but there came no sign of recognition,
nothing but childish pleasure. She
looked at her aunts and uncles and
the cousins with whom she had spent
I her life, bewildered at finding so many
strangers In the otherwise quiet place.
As a last hope they led In her old black
foster-mother, who had nursed her In
babyhood, who was the companion of
her childhood and the pet of her
womanhood. There was not a dry eye
In the library when she met the old
mammy's outburst of Joy with the puzzled
gaze of the child who does not
understand. The grief of the old negress
was pitiful as she realized that
she was a stranger to her "honeybird."
The child seemed perplexed
at her grief It was plain to all that
the Sands home meant nothing to the
last of the judge's family.
Bob brought her back to New York
and besought the aid of the medical
experts of America and of the Old
World to regain that which had been
recalled by Its Maker. The doctors
were fascinated with this new phase
of mind blight, for in some particulars
Beulah's case was unlike any known
instances, but none gave hope. All
agreed that some wire connecting
heart and brain had burned out when
the cruel "System" threw on a voltage
beyond the wire's capacity to transmit.
All agreed that the woman-child
wife would never grow older unless
through some mental eruption beyond
human power to produce. Some of
the medical men pointed to one possibility,
but that one was too terrible
for Bob to entertain.
The first anniversary of their marriage
found Bob and his wife settled
In their new Fifth avenue mansion.
He had bought and torn down two old
houses between Fortv-second and
Forty-third streets and had erected a
palace, the Inside of which was unique !
among ail i\ew roro unusuai structures.
The first and second floors 1
were all that refined taste and unlimited
expenditure of money could projduce.
Nothing on those splendid
floors told of the strange things above.
A sedate luxury pervaded the drawing-rooms,
library, and dining-room.
Bob said to me, in taking me through
them, "Some day, Jim, Beulah may j
recover, may come back to me, and I
want to have everything as she would
wish, everything as she would have
had it if the curse had never come."
The third floor was Beulah's. A child's
dainty bedroom; two nurses' rooms
adjoining; a nursery, with a child's
small schoolroom and a big playroom, 1
with dolls and doll houses, child's
toys of every description in abandon, ,
as though their owner were in fact .
but a few years old. Across the hall
were three offices, exact duplicates of
mine, Bob's and Beulah Sands' at J
Randolph & Randolph's. When I first
saw them it was with difficulty that I
brought myself to realize that I was '
not where the gruesome happenings
of a year before had taken place. Bob '
had reproduced to the minutest de- 1
tails our down-town workshop. Standing
in the door of Beulah Sands' office
I faced the flat desk at which she
had sat the afternoon when I first saw
that hideous result of the work of the '
"System." I could almost see the little
gray figure holding the afternoon ]
paper. In horror my eyes sought the J
floor at the side of the chair in search .
of Bob's agonized face and uplifted '
hands. As I stood for the first time
in the middle of Bob's handiwork, I
seemed to hear again those awful
"Jim," Bob said, "I have a haunt- '
ing idea that some day Beulah will '
wake and look around and think she
has been but a few minutes asleep. '
If she should, she must have nothing
to disabuse her mind until we break
the news to her. I have Instructed ,
her nurses, one or the other of whom
never loses signt or ner mgni or uay,
to win her to the habit of spending
[her time at her old desk; I have told
them always to be prepared for her
awakening, and when it comes they
are instantly to shut off the rest of the
door and house until I can get to her.
Here comes Beulah now."
Out of the nursery came a laughing,
happy child-woman. In spite of her
finely developed, womanly figure,
which had lost nothing of Its wonderful
beauty, and the exquisite face and
golden-brown hair and great blue eyes,
which were as fascinating as on the
day she first entered the offices of
Randolph & Randolph; In spite of the
close-fitting gray gown with dainty
turned-over lace collar, I could hardly
bring myself to believe that she was
anything but a young child. With an
eager look and a happy laugh she
went to Bob and throwing her arms
about his neck, covered his face with
"Good Bob has come back *o play
with Beulah," she said, "she knew he
would. They told Beulah Bob had
gone away to the woods to gather
pretty fiowers. Beulah knew if Bob
had gone to the woods he would have
taken Beulah with him. Now Bob
must play school with Beulah." She
sat at her desk and opened her child's
school book. With mock severity she
said, "Bob, c-a-t. What does it spell?"
For half an hour Bob sat and played
scholar and teacher by turns with all
the patience of a fond father. With
difficulty I kept back the tears the
sad sight brought to my eyes.
For the first year of Bob's marriage
we saw but little of him at the office.
The Exchange saw less. Me naa wandered
in upon the floor two or three
times, but did no business and seemed
to take but little interest.
"The Street" knew Bob had married
the daughter of Judge Lee Sands,
the victim of Tom Reinhart's coldblooded
Seaboard Air Line deal. Otherwise
it knew nothing of the affair.
His friends never met his wife. Occasionally
they would pass the Brownley
carriage on the avenue or in the
park and, taking it for granted that
the beautiful woman was Mrs. Brownley,
they thought Bob a lucky fellow.
It seemed quite natural that his wife
should choose seclusion after the awful
tragedy at her home in Virginia
But they could not understand why,
with such cause for mourning, the
exquisite figure beside Bob In the
victoria should always be garbed in
gray. After a while It was whispered
that there was something wrong in
Bob's household. Then his friends
and acquaintances ceased to whisper
or to think of his affairs. With all
New York's bad points?and they are
as plentiful as her church spires and
charity bazaars?she has one offsetting
virtue. If a dweller in her midst
chooses to let New York alone, New
York is willing to reciprocate., In her
most crowded fashionable districts a
person may come and go for a lifetime,
and none in the block In which
he dwells will know when his coming
and going ceases. When a New Yorker
reads In his newspaper of the man
who lives next door to him, "murdered
and his body discovered by the gas
man" or the tax collector, the butcher
or the baker, as thi case may be, he
never thinks he may have been remiss
In his neighborly duties.
There Is no such word as "neighbor"
in the New York city dictionary.
It may have been there once, but,
if so. It was long ago used as a stake
for the barbed-wLre fence of exclusive
keep your distance and we keep our
distance until we know youness. It Is
told of a minister from the rural districts.
an old-fashioned American, who
came to New York to take charge of
a parish, that he started out to make
calls and was seized In the hall of what
In civilization would have been his
next-door neighbor. He was rushed
away to Bellevue for examination as
to his sanity. The verdict was: "Insane.
Had no letter of Introduction
and was not in the set."
(To be Continued).
Story of the Little Mountain Kingdom
In the Adriatic.
Montenegro Is so small a European
state that one has to look twice to find
It. It is about two-thirds as large as
Connecticut, and is all mountains. The
villages themselves are merely attached
to these mountains. The name
of it means black mountains and it
sustains these names in four langauges?Sclavc,
Turkish, Albanian and
French. The Turks call It Karadagh
and the Albanians Mai Zeze. The mapmakers
use the French name.
Montenegro Is situated on the eastern
coast of the Adriatic sea?a mere
patch on that coast. Its population
numbers 225.000?a little more than
twice the population of Hartford. In
religion nearly 200,000 of these people
are Orthodox Sclavs, the remainder
being Mohammedans and Roman
Catholics. The language used is a
very pure dialect of the Illyrico-Ser
vlan branch of the Sclavlc. At one
time Montenegro was part of Illyri:um;
In the fourteenth century It
formed a part of Servia, which then
stretched from the Black Sea to the
Adriatic. The language perpetuates
the memory of those old relations.
The only manufactures reported In
Montenegro are coarse woollens. The
main business is agriculture and It Is
strenuous agriculture all the while, on
the lower slopes of the mountains and
In the narrow little valleys, the lowest
of which are some five or six thousand
feet above the level of the sea. The
printing press reached Montenegro
about 1841, but the first political
newspaper was not issued uptll 1871.
Cettinje, the capital, had a population
of 4,300 In 1905, not counting the regular
garrison of 600 men. The imports
that year amounted to $970,000;
the exports to $355,000; the public revenue
was $620,000, and the public debt
5350,000. These figures measure this
little principality better than words.
Montenegro founded herself, politically,
In 1852. Before that date she had had
a good deal of history of the desultory
kind. For one thing, there was
very generally a question of some sort
on hand as to whether she owned herself
or was owned by another. As to
the government, however, this was
conducted by the church. The head
of the church was called the princebishop,
and he cared for both the spiritual
and secular needs of the people.
This system of prince-bishop began In
1516 and continued until 1852, or for
more than three hundred years. Then
the ruling prince-bishop woke up and
discovered things. He discovered that
during' me preceding iou yearn mc
prlnce-blshop had always been of his
family, the family of Petrovitch; and
It occurred to him that a house that
had maintained Its ruling position for
that length of time might as well go
It alone, without the cover of the
church. So. In 1852, he dropped the
bishop from his title, and made himself
a plain secular prince as Danllo
1. He had a fearful time with the
Turks about this change, but the sturdy
mountaineers generally gave the
Turks rather more than a stomachful.
Finally, in August. 1860, Danllo was
assassinated, and his nephew, Nikolo
Petrovitch-Nlegosh, succeeded him
This is the Prince Nicholas who Is the
ruler of Montenegro today. He is
now sixty-six years old, and he has
held his Job for nearly forty-seven
years. He had a dangerous time of it
for some eighteen years; but in 1878
the independence of Montenegro was
recognized in the treaty of Berlin, and
since then he has led a fairly peaceful
life under the shadow of the Coneert
of Rurnne The hlgeest thing that
he has done during his entire reign
was to marry one of his daughters,
Princess Helene, Into the royal house
of Italy. As the father-in-law of King
Victor Emmanuel he has reason to believe
that the external relations of his
little principality are on a secure basis.
It has been reported by telegraph
this week that the internal relations
of. Montenegro were somewhat unsettled.
The conservatives and the radicals
of the rugged little land were said
to be almost at swords point with each
other, and ministerial changes were
expected. The story as told Is very
much like a common council row In
an American city of 200,000 inhabitants.
The liveliest sort of a political
commotion In Montenegro would not
make a ripple of disturbance outside
that country, and. unless guns were
unshouldered, would not do appreciable
harm in It. Prince Nicholas's long
experience will doubtless enable him to
adjust these current political rivalries.
?Hartford Currant.
in Moorish days the town of Cordoba
had over 4,000 mosques and 900
public baths.
2Histcllantou$ Reading. )
Newest Addition to the List of Athletic
Contests. s
Throwing the Javelin, or lance, Is
the newest addition to the already ?
long list of athletic contests. Proper- t
ly speaking It Is the revised edition of j
aii ancient pastime and was officially j
catalogued for modern discussion at |
, the Olympic games at Athens last a
t'oa r.
That It will rank prominently among t
the recognized forms of modern field
sports there Is no reason to doubt. ^
Medical science has stamped it with
approval. It Is said to develop the f
thorax and respiratory organs, and for t
a man inclined to pulmonary trouble c
there Is no better tonic than regular f
Indulgence in the pastime. n
Probably, for these reasons, in olden 0
times It had a place on the list of medical
gymnastics, and it was also rec- s
ommended to men of plethoric temper- q
ament and those subject to spells of n
vertigo. The action of the arms and n
the body of propelling the Javelin fl
through the air tends to strengthen 0
the shoulders and chest, thereby In- t,
duclng the proper amount of circula- a
tlon in the region of the lungs. s
Another thing that will help the
sport to become popular Is that the v
most delicate person can freely indulge n
in It without the danger of strain or a
injury so often met with in more vlo- n
lent practices. The modern Javelin Is t;
nhont plcht fcot Inner shod with a <.
steel point, the socket of which is 8
two feet in length. A
In due course Americans may effec- t
tively "hurl their lances in the sun" s
and rank with the foremost experts,
but Just now Sweden has the lead in j,
the record department. This Is not to q
be wondered at, for the game has been q
revived In that country for the last ten tl
years, while only a few contests have 8
been seen In America. t<
At'the Olympic games the Swedes |(
captured all the honors. E. Lemming ti
made a world's best mark with a p
throw of 175 feet 6 inches; Knut Lind- q
berg was second, with 148 feet 2 2-5 ti
inches; B. Soderstrom was third, with h
147 feet 4 inches, and M. Mellander f,
fourth, with 145 feet 3 3-5 inches.
Prince George of Greece, governor
general of the island of Crete, brought
an expert with him named Anedsakes, y
but the Cretan, although showing scientific
methods and making a smooth
throw, proved no match for the Norsemen.
Neither was Jaervinen, a gigan- R
tic Finlander, who was expected to ^
eclipse all opposition. v
Almost every contestant, and there h
were a score, had a different style of j.
throwing. The Swedish throwers
grasped the Javelin in the middle of j
the shaft and shot It away with a )(
quick twist of the arm. The Germans,
Greeks, Hungarians and Bohemians y
threw much the same way, but the big
Finn exhibited the most original plan.
Balancing the top of the handle on a
the tip of his index finger he drove c
the Javelin high Into the air. It show- ^
ed wonderful muscular power on his ^
part and was highly spectacular to w
watch, but the throw was wanting in n
the main desideratum of the contest? j(
Besides being a regular event of the
Olympiad, this feat of throwing the 8
Javelin formed one of the five contests t|
which made up the Pentathlon or all
around championship. In the first re- ^
vlval of the games in 1896 the javelin ^
was left out because the Hellenic of- ^
flcials were not sure what class of
spear to use. Finally they selected one k
specimen, and it is supposed to be an g
exact reproduction of the weapons used w
in the early days of Greece. n
In ancient times most spears or e
darts thrown with the hand were alike, n
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tinctlve. There were the djerid, the w
pllum and the javelin.
To the Orientals was generally confined
the practice of throwing the
djerid, and for centuries they were renowned
as experts in its use. This
djerid was a hardwood reed, very slen- t|
der and about six feet in length.
Unlike the other two, it was usually t|
festooned with tassels, and oftentimes j
ornamented with a feather at the top; ^
the latter attachment to keep It from ()
wabbling in its flight. Though once an
offensive weapon the djerid Is prlncl- ^
pally used In the sham fights and
Jousts of the Arabs and Persians. ^
The game of djerid Is played on foot h
and on horseback, but the latter way
Is more favored as it gives a chance for ^
a display of equestrian agility. The t|
game is rather simple. If there are,
say, thirty horsemen, they are evenly
divided into two squads and take op- j
posite sides of the field. Sometimes (j
they are separated by a fence or bar- ^
rler, which Is disliked by the players,
as it prevents the more effective work
with the horses. ?
After lining up, at a given word v
they charge at each other, seemingly
with all the fury of a real battle. Then ^
the lances fly thick and fast, the horse- c
men yelling as they pass and repass.
So dexterous are the Persians at ^
handling the djerid that they can
swing themselves under their horses'
bellies, pick the weapons ofT the ground v>
and swing back into the saddle without
their horses losing a stride. Others
are so quick of eye that they are
able to catch the djerid of an opponent
as It flies through the air. j
Innumerable marvellous deeds with
the djerid are recorded in Arabia, It ^
being said of the Emir of Lobeia that p
on horseback at full gallop he used to (
fling the djerid forward with full force t
and catch It before it landed. Similar
feats are attributed to the Persians. y
They would hold the djerid by their
side in a perpendicular position as they v
rode along. Then when the horses '
broke into a pa I lop they would brandish
the spears above their heads and
swing them around like a sling before n
letting them fly. At the same time the *
horses were urged forward to the ut- ?
most speed and the riders would almost
to a man catch the djerids be- 1
fore they fell to the sand.
The pilum was a Roman weapon and j
somewhat different from the javelin,
as an examination of the ancient monumental
figures and Inscription will
prove. It was over seven feet long, ^
the shaft being of thick, heavy dog- c
berry wood, and it was used both as 1
a stabbing weapon and a projectile. J
The spear proper consisted of an t
Iron spike with a socket which extend- t
ed half way up the handle. The Em- 1
porer Commodus is credited with some *
extraordinary throws of the pilum, _
llstory having It that he learned the
irt from the people of Mauritania
'amed for their prowess In this line
ind Instructors of the Romans undei
he empire.
The Moors, and Caduslans or Qeles
l people of Media, were adroit throw;rs
of the pilum. Even to the present
lay natives of these regions have kept
ip the exercise. In order to gain a
tetter grip on the handle of the
)llum when throwing the Romans had
t fitted with a leather loop called an
imentum; placed so that the hand
:ould slip through It and at the same
ime grasp the handle. It was as
erted that the device gave a greater
legree of precision to the throw.
The Javelin was used In three dlferent
ways by the Greeks. It was
hrown for distance, was discharged by
atapults of other machines of warare,
and it was used In the same
nanner as a pike or lance as a means
>f attack.
According to Homer, Hector was
lain by Achilles under the walls of
'roy with a Javelin. Warriors who
nade use of the Javelin after the manler
of Achilles carried two into the
leld of battle. After having singled
ut their opponents they let fly one or
oth of the Javelins at him and usully
wound up the encounter with the
In much the same fashion the Javelin
/as used by the early Irish, and remarkable
throws are related of the
ntlque Celtic warriors. One of these,
otably Cuchalllan, Is credited with a
hrow of 200 yards In length and the
a-velln wqnt clean through an adverary
at that distance. Several very
ne specimens of bronze spearheads of
his class are to be seen in the mueum
of Trinity college, Dublin.
In southern Europe the use of the
ivelin was not confined solely to the
Ireeks. From their earliest youth the
'urks, by continual and varied pracIce,
trained themselves to master the
ecret of throwing. While yet at a
ender age an iro javelin much heavsr
than the ordl. dry one was put In
heir hands and they spent months
itching it at a mound of soft earth,
'hus their arms became so accustomed
a the heavy spear that when they
andled the light one it felt like a
1/ - * . i?i iu. ii.. u:.u.. 11 _ , r,^i
THbWIlOU illU IT! CI 11 I uyuwi V p hum
Learned What He Knew.
A few years ago a stalwart young
mn, with muscles of steel and phyIque
to match, came from the state of
[entucky to the city of St. Louis. He
as an entire stranger, knew no one,
ad no "pull" and but little money,
[e came to the city to seek his forune,
and he applied for a job with a
irge business firm. The proprietor
>oked him over, seeing he was a man
f muscle, said: "Yes, sir; we can give
ou a Job. Go down in the basement
nd the foreman will put you to work."
He never stopped to ask about salry,
time of quitting, or to look at the
lock, but to the basement he went;
here he was put to work handling
oxes. He never stopped to consider
hether It was a white shirt Job or
ot, but went at his work. It was not
mg until he was called to the first
oor; he was too good for the baselent.
He was soon transferred to the
econd floor, and so on until he knew
he entire business. And today he is
ne of the largest salaried men in St.
.ouls, also having an interest in the
usiness, says J. M. Baldwin in the
'hicago Tribune.
Why was this man a success? He
new nothing about the business. No
pecial reason may be given only he
as a hustler; he had the makeup of a
lari. The job he started on was one
aslly handled; he kept an eye on the
mn above him until he knew the
usiness. This man was willing to
rork and learn, and he got there.
The difficulty with most men is they
re blind to business progress. They
re not watching every move of the
tan above them. It takes men with
yes and brains to succeed in business
hese days. The day has passed when
man could work as he felt. Learn
he man's work next to you; it Is not
ard to do, for the reason that many
o their work in a poor manner, and
r you are watching you soon will surass
him. Get some life into your
ody, hustle up and study the business
ntil you have it down to perfection.
rou never will get any farther than
andling boxes if you do not put some
Inger.into your work. Learn to hanle
your boxes better and faster than
he other fellow, and hustle with all
our manhood.
It Is not necessary for you to do an
njustlce to the man above you in orer
to reach the manager's desk. Dong
your work better than the man
hove you will be advertisement
nough. If you do your work well it
>'111 not be necessary for you to say a
,-ord about advancement.
It was not the man's strength in
andling boxes that brought him sucess,
but It was knowledge of the busness.
When It became necessary to
ave a .man in a certain place he was
eady and filled it. He did not scheme
o get ahead of the other fellow; adancement
was an easy matter. The
mbltlon to be a man. to reach the top,
aused him to surpass his fellow worklan.
There are changes being made in
irge firms every day. when the right
nan comes along. When the man of
orce puts in an appearance he has an
asy climb up the ladder. Some men
hink they are not treated right when
he other fellow passes them in the
ace of success. Say naught against
our fellow workmen; if you cannot
peak favorably, say nothing. Keep
our mouth shut, work and keep an
wo nnernn'a nr\olt?nn
wil IIIO *iintl CV51A O rniiiv/ii.
There always are opportunities! Do
lot think that you have no chance at
he manager's desk. Keep on digging
,nd you are sure of advancement. The
Irop of water continually falling on
he rock eventually wears It away. So
t is with your work; your coninued
efforts will bring Its reward. It
s your business to be prepared when
t appears.
First Dude?How Is It that you
;et Invitations to balls, parties, wedlings
and other festivities? Second
Dude?It Is the simplest thing In the
vorld, my dear fellow. When I sus>ect
that any of my big-wig acquainances
are going to give one, I tell
hem I shall be out of town. They
magine It Is safe to Invite me. They
lo so, and lo and behold! I bob up
lerenely. Strategy my boy, strategy!
[ For Centuries We Have Been Having
False Alarms.
There are persons who In normal
times are always expecting the end of
, this world. From the time of the delt
uge there have been such persons.
| Traditions of destruction that has once
( come and that will come again form a
I part of every mythology. Whether Its
t end be by fire or by water, the human
t mind easily has been led to think of
( the earth as transitory. Not that such
forbodlngs largely affect the actions
, of men or have ever done so; man Is
far more prone to act as If he were
Immortal than as if his days were
! strictly numbered.
But the Idea of the end of the world
has been ever In the background; It
has formed a constant theme for
preachers and moralists; It is the chief
stock in trade of some religious sects.
Books that have predicted a certain
, date for the world to come to an end
have been largely successful in their
sales. Journals that do the same And
ready readers. Everything in the
Scriptures that can be tortured to
their service has been laid hold of by
prophets who in deceiving others have
sometimes deceived themselves also.
This state of things began long since.
Certain of Christ's own words that
ilearly bore a spiritual significance,
were for long years Interpreted literally;
St. Paul and the writer of the
apocalypse seem to have expected an
early fulfilment. It may be that the
symptoms foretold were more strikingly
manifested at that time than ever
since. Tremendous earthquakes and caamltles
desolated the Roman' empire.
The terrible siege of Jerusalem was in
Itself a literal judgment day for the
lews. Vesuvius flowed over on the
doomed cities at Its base, its ashes were
blown far across Europe and Asia.
Christians believed that the world
would terminate with the first century
\fter Christ, yet the year 101 dawned
and the sun still rose on a fertile
earth. With the easy adaptability always
characteristic of doomsday
prophets the date was moved to 133,
the -centenary of Christ's ascension.
We cannot question the sincerity of
these predictions; to the harassed
Christians they were both a comfort
and a stimulus. When Hadrian built
a temple to Jupiter on the site of the
temple the Jews thought that this was
Indeed the "abomination of desolationstanding
in the holy place. Outraged
Jews rose in thousands against the
sacrilege and pulled down the heathen
altars; nearly a million lives were lost
In the subsequent struggle.
Christian enthusiasts linked the endurance
of the earth with that of the
hated Roman power; yet emperor afemperor
died stained with the blood
of the saints and the end did not
come. At length Rome herself tottered
before the invasion of countless
Gothic hordes that brought their primitive
vigor and boldness to combat a
power sapped by luxury and vice.
Rome was taken yet the world remained.
It was necessary that the
prophets should revise their calculations
and now they granted the world
a little breathing space.
The "thousand years" theory was
started: the millennium was to begin
with the year 1000. This Idea was accepted
as a certainty." Fear Is never
of much use as a reforming: agency;
we cannot allege that the dark ages
were any darker because people Imagined
that the earth had still some hundreds
of years to run. But the year
1000 approached at last and the earth
was certainly ripe for doomsday If
misery and crime constituted ripeness.
Fraud and violence, cruelty, vice,
reigned supreme; outside the pale of
the church there was no right but
might. Famine and pestilence were
constant; blood flowed like water; men
were marauding savages; women and
children were mere slaves. Horrible
epidemics, savoring of cannibalism, appeared;
persons smitten with lycanthropy
tore the bodies from the graveyards;
there was a literal truth in the
stories of vampire and werewolf. The
punishment of death could not deter
wretches from devouring human flesh.
Wild beasts so greatly multiplied that
they broke into the towns, even by
daylight, carrying off their victims.
A passion for religion swept across
the sin stained populations. Churches
became crowded with worshippers.
Many a fine minster and cathedral
dates from that period; churches already
beautiful were pulled down to
make room for others more beautiful.
During this tenth century it Is said
that as many as 1,200 monastic foundations
were established in England
alone. Conscience started into life
with persons who hitherto had small
knowledge of It; wrongs were righted,
thefts restored; some persons sold all
they had and grave to the poor. Thousands
went on pilgrimages. Asceticism
and penances were practised with eagerness.
Nerves were so highly strung
that many persons died of sheer
fright. During one thunderstorm in
Paris twenty-seven people expired of
pure terror.
But the eleventh century dawned and
found small permanent result, except
In the churches and religious establishments
that had benefited by this
foretelling of an immediate doomsday.
A period of relief followed, yet the subject
of doomsday had powerfully affected
the imagination of Europe. We
see Its traces in the painting and the
literature of the middle ages.
Five centuries passed before the
next general panic. An astronomer
named Stoffler predicted that a con.
i? iR<)i would hrinsr
junction (H (iiaucio lu m.i u
about a deluge and though the church
could hardly sanction a warning that
contradicted Biblical teaching, the belief
was widely accepted. Many persons
followed the example of Noah;
one wealthy Parisian built a raft and
stored It with provisions to last six
months. The Inhabitants of a small
village many miles from any water
used all their money In constructing a
large vessel. Smart men of business
took advantage of the scare by buying
land at absurd prices. If the flood
came they would be no worse off than
their neighbors; if not, they had made
a fortune. But the date passed and no
arks were needed.
The great eclipse of 1654, gave the
i world another terror. Though long
foretold by astronomers, the ignorant
augured the worst from so rare an occurrence.
There was an Idea that the
eclipse would somehow destroy the
earth's atmosphere or poison its waters.
Churches were again crowded,
conscience became again a potent
But the eclipse came and the world
survived. Then appeared the comet of
1679, which really approached very
near to the earth. Many persons
thought that this was to bring about
the burning of the world. The demand
for Bibles was so great that a London
bookseller struck off two large editions.
The comet passed and the
world was not burled; Bibles could be
bought second hand at low prices.
Then came the terrible earthquake
at Lisbon, the shock of which was
widely felt The cry again was raised
that the end had come. Every similar
experience has wrought a similar panic.
This has been true in civilized f
lands as well as among the ignorant
tribes of barbarous forests and islands.
Even when the very glorious display
of aerolites astonished the eyes of Europe
about sixty-five years ago, many
interpreted these as signs of the
world's end; the "stars were falling."
Acting on this belief, a man named
Miller fixed a date for the great event;
but, like many another doomsday
prophet, he was compelled to remove
his dates, one after the other, when
the end declined to come. Some persons
went so far as to prepare their
ascension raiment for the occasion,
hoping to rise into the heavens in becoming
attire; but the garments never
attained the intended use. Perhaps a
little adaptation fitted them for more
ordinary purposes.
The prophets are still with us. Every
earthquake, every famine, every
war or pestilence or national disaster
is read as a sign. So long as there
are those ready to believe, there will be
found those willing to prophesy. Material
science, arguing from known
data, promises yet a long life for this
earth, which is already very old; but
behind the material there is the unknowable
and we shall be wiser If we
leave all such speculation alone,
dealing with the earth as it exists, for
us to help make or mar our own small .
corners of It.?Chicago Dally News.
When the Drydock Oewey Made 8ubig
"Water-spout off the port bow. sir!"
Before the searchlight could be
brought to bear it vanished in a hissing
"Light ho-a!" almost immediately
"Where away?"
"Dead ahead, sir!"
It was a far-flung American lighthouse.
We had gone east till we came
into the west, the Dewey's voyage was
The sun was just peeping over the
beautiful mountains that surround
Subig bay as the Glacier's long white
clipper bow slowly appeared around
Grand Island at its entrance. They
were on the lookout for us, and instantly
there arose over the peaceful
quiet of early morn the high crescendo
scream of the Ohio's siren as it
rassed the word to the other ships
further in. They, too, joined in the
exultant paean, and even the sleepy old
hills awoke and sent back gun for gun
amid the siren's shrieks and the hoarse
bellow of the more dignifled whistles,
till the whole bay was filled with the
glad, triumphant chorus, and launches
and tugs chased about as excitedly as
a fox-terrier at a fire.
With fluttering bunting the capri
Clou8 uteaur mtuio uer uvn, auu uiv
good old wheelhorse Brutus took her
honors, as she took everything else, as
a matter of course.
But when the Dewey lumbered In it
was given an ovation all Its own; the
steam about one of Its tall funnels
showed It. was doing its best to be
heard, and the new great ensign broke
out In proyd folds as It caught the
bright morning sun; well it might, for
the dock was home at last
The Glacier's line came In for the
last time, and as she swung about
gracefully in a great figure eight saluted
Rear-Admiral Train In the Ohio
and Rear Admiral Dayton In the Rainbow.
With a hearty goodwill the
jackies "walked back on Number One"
or "came up on Number Two."
The fellows in the fleet were watching;
envious, perhaps, for after all,
they had not brought the Dewey.
Thus ended the first voyage of the *
floating dock Dewey, and It Is the
earnest wish of all concerned that It
mgy be Its last.?Scribners.
They Are the Haunts of Modern Robin
The mazes of the Ten Thousand Islands
have proved a sanctuary for the
pursued since before the War of the
Rebellion, during which they harbored
j???*??? OAPVlM.
uc^ci icra 11 u11 me wutvuvtMkv
some of whom continue their residence
within their boundaries In apparent Ignorance
that the need therefore has
passed. Often In the cypress or mangrove
swamps which border the Everglades
you will meet men who turn
their faces away, or, If they look toward
you, laugh as you ask their
names. After they have passed, your
boatman will mention names that will
recall to your memory stories of tragedies.
These men trap otters, shoot alligators
and plume birds, selling skins,
hides and plumes to dealers who go to
them secretly, or through Indiana, who
often help but never betray them.
When I asked an Indian whom I knew
well when he had last seen a certain
one of these refugees, his "Um-um, no
see, long time," together with an earnest
shake of his head, would have been
convincing if I had not happened to
know that he had been with the man
inquired of on the previous day.
Sometimes these outlaws kill one another,
usually over a bird rookery
which two or' more of them claim. I
?*** oamn r\f twA Af thAITI h^
paoocu iiic v?.iup vi, %?. v w ?
side, which hung a dozen otter skins,
and a few days later learned that both
had been killed, probably in a quarrel,
but possibly by some third outlaw,
tempted by their wealth of skins. The
country in which they live is a labyrinth.
The big rivers fork Into smaller
streams, which divide and subdivide
into creeks that, although deep, will
for miles give passage only to skiffs,
for which a way must frequently be
cleared with knives through vines and
overhanging bushes. Often these
creeks branch out into hundreds of
shallow channels, making a thousand
tiny mangrove keys in each square
mile. Within these mazes are occasional
blazed trails, upon one of which
I found hanging to a tree an old shoe
containing a bit of paper on which was
penciled "ef u want Sum grub torn has
got It."?Scribner*s Magazine.

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