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rS) Pub. by Doubleday,
A Lover's Quarrel.
It was half past ten before Stuart
reached Gramercy Park. The wind
'iad shifted to the southeast and a cold, i
drizzling rain mixed with fog enveloped
the city. Somehow the chill found
his heart. The windows of Nan's room i
were dark. For the first time In his i
life he had called and found her out. ]
He rang the doorbell In a stupor of 1
disappointment. For just a moment i
,k? nf disaster was so complete I
it was ridiculous. I
A maid answered at last and usher- i
ed him Into the dimly lighted parlour, i
"Miss Nan is at home, Berta?" he '
asked eagerly. i
The little Danish maid smiled know- i
lngly: 1
"Na, but Meesls Primrose?" <
With a groan Stuart sank to a chair.
The maid turned up the lights and left i
the room. He looked about with as- <
tonishment. Things had been hap- i
pening with a vengeance during his
absence. The entire house had been |
redecorated. An oriental rug of daz- ]
zling medallion pattern was on the
newly polished floor. Instead of the
set of Chippendale mahogany the s
Primroses had brought from the- f
south, a complete outfit of stately
gilded stuff filled the room, and heavy j
draperies to match hung from the tall
windows and folding doors. 1
On the table in the corner stood a
vase filled with gorgeous red roses. <
The air was heavy with their perfume. ]
It made him sick. The mother's velvet
hand he saw at once. Of course
she had not borrowed the money from .
Blvens. She was too shrewd for that, j
But she had borrowed it beyond a '
doubt, and she had evidently gone the limit
of her credit without a moment's i
hesitation. He wondered how far she |
had gotten with Bivens. Could it be <
possible that Nan was with him to- 1
? 1 ? t.AO XT? n.nn/.<,(orAnil' Hp hPArd 1
IIIK111 ir?j/i cpvoiv* WMO . .. ... ,
the rustle of Mrs. Primrose's dress and
saw the smile of treacherous Joy slow- j
ly working into position on her plausible
face before she entered the room. j
She greeted him with unusual effusion:
"Oh, Jim, this is such a glorious i
surprise! Nan didn't expect you till j
morning and she will be heart-broken j
to have missed you even for a half
hour. My dear, dear boy, you have no i
Idea how lonely both of us have been I
without you the past two weeks." I
"You missed me too, Mrs. Primrose?" I
"Of course, I missed you, Jim! 1
You've come to be like one of us." <
She leaned close and purred the last
sentence in the softest feline accents. I
Stuart felt his nerves quiver as the ;
imaginary claws sank Into his flesh,
but he smiled back his grateful an- i
"It's nice of you to say that."
"What's more natural? You know I
I've always loved you next to Nan." i
She spoke with such fervour that j
Stuart shivered. It was sinister. She
evidently felt sure of his ruin. He
was too much dazed to And a reply, j
and she went on earnestly:
"We needed you here so much to >
help ur fix up. We've had the good i
luck to rent our second floor to a
young millionaire?"
"Mr. Bivens. yes?" I
"Why, how did you know?" she |
asked with a start.
"Dr. Woodman has Just received an ,
important letter from his dated here, i
and he asked my advice about it."
"Where's Nan?" Stuart asked, with
sudden anger in spite of his effort to
keep cool. i
"Why, she's giving a little box party
at the theatre tonight?"
"And our mutual friend, Mr. John C.
Calhoun Bivens, is presiding?"
"Why, Jim, how could you he so absurd,"
she protested indignantly. "I've
been saving money for a month to
give Nan this chance to return some
courtesies she has received from rich
friends I need Mr. Bivens's money to
nay the rent of this big house. But
any attention on his part to Nan would
be disgusting to me beyond measure."
"Yet he's the sensation in high finance
Just now," Stuart said, with an
unconscious sneer. "They say he's
destined to become a multi-millionaire."
"Come, come, Jim. it's not like you
to be nasty to me. You know as well
as I do his origin in North Carolina.
His people are the veriest trash.
He was at college with you?"
"And how did you know that?"
"Not from you, of course. You've
never mentioned his name in your life.
He told me.
"Oh, Bivens told you!"
"Yes, when I asked him if he knew
you he told me with a touch of genuine
pride that you were friends. He
thinks you are going to be the greatest
lawyer in New York. And I told him
we'd known that for a long time."
Stuart turned his head to hide a
"But of course he's not in Nan's social
set. I told her the day he came
that we would treat him politely but
draw the line strictly on any efforts
he may make to pass the limits of acquaintance.
The men who associate
with Nan must belong to her father's
world?to your world, Jim?the world
of good breeding and culture. I've
dinned this into Nan's ears from babyhood.
You know yourself it was the
greatest Joy of my life the day she told
me of your love."
By a supreme effort Stuart suppressed
a laugh and answered seriously
"Your approval has always been an
inspiration to me, Mrs. Primrose. I
hope to prove myself worthy of it."
A carriage stopped at the door.
"There's Nan now!" the mother exclaimed,
rising to go. "I'll leave you to
surprise her Jim."
Stuart heard the carriage door slam,
and in a moment the girl he loved
stood in the hall, the Joy of an evening's
perfect happiness shining in her
great dark eyes. He watched her a
moment, unobserved, as she laid aside
^ of Iff!
45 DIXON jl
y Thomas Dixon.
Page & Co., N. Y. fW
her opera cloak and stood before th
big1 mirror proudly and calmly survey
Ing her figure.
Never had her beauty seemed to hin
90 dazzling. The cream-colored even
ing gown fitted her to perfection. Shi
lifted her bare arms and touched ai
old silver brooch that gleamed in thi
mass of black hair, and smiled at th<
picture she saw reflected. The smilt
was one of conscious power. The cor
rters of the full sensuous lips curvet
the slightest bit as the smile fadet
and a gleam of something like crueltj
flashed from the depths of her eyes
as her head lifted. She turned side
wise to catch the full effect of thi
shining bare neck and shoulders, ant
stood an instant with her beautifu
bosom rising and falling with com
acious pride.
Stuart, unable to wait longer, was
about to spring to her side when sht
?aught the flash of his laughing fact
n the mirror and turned.
"Oh! you rascal! To surprise m<
ike this:" she cried, with joyoui
"In all your pride and vanity!"
"Well, need I apologize tonight, sir?'
the asked, with a shrug of her beautb
fill shoulders.
"No. You're glorious. I don't blamt
She seized both his hands, stil
"Yqu know how it is yourself? Yoi
lo the same thing when your door h
nr-L-pH?nnw don't VOU?"
"Of ccvrse." V
"You can't help being a little vain
Tim, any more than I can. You know
rou're a stunning-looking fellow. Thes<
Fankee girls all love you at first sigh'
?the tall, straight, sinewy figure
strong and swift in every movement
the finely chiselled face, the deepset
lark brown eyes under their heavj
wows, that big masterful jaw and flr.r
Stuart suddenly tool: her in his arm!
md kissed her into silence.
"Hush, Nan. I don't like the wai
i'ou say that!"
"Why? Am I too modest?"
"No, too deliberate and coldly mistress
of yourself. I wish you loved m<
i little more tumultuously, as I d<
"Well, let me whisper then that youi
eturn tonight has made a perfect ending
to a perfect day. Oh, Jim, I'v?
jeen so happy tonight! Seated in tha'
>ig stage box, I felt that I was some
body. This is the first really deeen
jress I've ever had in my life."
"You were just as beautiful in tha
blue cotton one, the day I first kisser
you, Nan."
"I know you thought so, Jim. Bu
the world wouldn't have said it?"
"And tonight?"
"They agreed with you. I could se<
t in the craning necks, the glances, th?
ivhispered comments, and the stare o
tnannerless men."
"And you were proud and happy!"
"Proud for your sake, Jim?yes?
md happy in your love."
Stuart's face clouded and he turner
iway, startled for the first time by s
strange similarity in the tone of Nan'i
voice to her mother's.
The painful impression was sudden
ly broken by a quick touch of Nan'i
band on his arm.
"Oh, Jim, I'm glad you came a da]
earlier. I've something to tell you
something wonderful?something tha
will bring our happiness near?"' He!
voice sank to the tenderest accents.
"What on earth?"
"You know Mr. Bivens?John C
C'alhoun Bivens?"
"Yes." Stuart answered evenly, con
trolling himself with an effort.
""Well, he has taken our second floor
I had a long talk with him last week.1
"But of course, goosie, it was busi
ness?all business. By the merest ac
cident I learned tnat nis rug i rusi, in
American Chemical Company, need
another lawyer. They pay an error
nious salary with all sorts of chance
to got rich. They are making million
on millions. I told him that you wer
the very man lor the place and tha
you were going to he the greatest law
yer in New York. Imagine my joywhen
he not only agreed with me, bu
said he would double the salary if yo
would accept it. He thought yo
wouldn't, merely because you lived i
the house of old Woodman with whor
the company may have a light. 1 tol
him it was nonsense?that I knew yo
would accept. Of course, Jim, dear,
couldn't tell him why?I couldn't te!
hint what it meant to tne, though
felt like screaming it in his fac<
You'll accept, of course?"
"Emphatically no!"
"You can't be so absurd!"
"Yes I can."
"Why ?"
Stuart looked away in moody silenci
"Have you been receiving the atten
tions of this distinguished young mil
lionaire. Nan?"
"I've been cultivating him."
"Yes. for your sake only?you l>if
handsome, foolish, jealous boy! Yo
can't be in earnest when you say tha
you will refuse such an offer?"
"I am in earnest," was the grim re
"Rut why?why?why?"
"First, because I will not become th
hireling of a corporation, to say noth
ing of this particular one headed h
Mr. Bivens."
"Nonsense. Jim. You wouldn't be
hireling. You would lay the law dow
for them to follow."
"No. A modern corporation has 11
soul, and the man who serves thi
master must sell both body and sot
for the wages he receives. I am
lawyer of the old school. My wor
is illumined by imagination. My bus
iness is to enforce justice in the rela
tions of men."
"Rut some of the greatest lawyers i
America are corporation attorneys?"
"All the reason more why I shoul
keep clean. lawyers once constitute
our aristocracy of brain and culture
p "But, Jim, you could prevent Injustice
by your will and ability!"
> "Nonsense, Nan. It's the kind of
work you have to do. The very nature
of it excludes an ideal. Its only standard
is gold?hard, ringing metallic
gold. I can't prostitute my talents to a
work I don't believe In. A man's work
is a revelation of what he is. And
what he is will depend at last on what
he does."
A frown of impatience had steadily
grown in the girl's face and the
curves of her lips hardened with
^ sudden determination.
"But you mean to be rich and powe
erful, Jim?"
"If it comes with the growth of manI
3 3 ../?n D,.? f ...111
iKKiu ami rimittuici, ,>ca. uui 1 win
not degrade myself with work I hate,
- or take orders from men I despise.
e The world is already full of such
1 slaves. I mean to make ore less, not
e one more of them."
9 "You know I don't wish you to be
9 degraded," Nan broke in, earnestly.
" "I want you to be great."
* "Then, don't forget, sweetheart, that
1 it's the great man who can be content
r now with a fair share of money. It
? requires more stamina, more charac"
ter, more manhood to live a sane, de9
cent life In this town today than It
* does to become a millionaire."
1 _ . . .. .
"But I want you to ne ammtious,
" Jim!" the girl exclaimed, passionately.
"I am ambitious?for biff things?the
' biggest things. For that reason it will
i take more than a child's rattle to satJ
isfy me, though it's made of gold. I
must have the real thing?the thing
1 inside. I hope to have the applause
J of the world, hut the thing I must
have is the approval of my better self
?can't you understand, Nan?"
Stuart paused and laid his hand
" gently on the girl's white round arm.
and she turned "with a start.
i "I didn't hear your last sentence,
' "Of what were you thinking?"
"Of what a woman is always think1
ing. Consciously or unconsciously, of
s my home?whether it shall he a hovel
or a palace."
"It all depends on whether Love is
> the builder?"
' "It all depends on the man I marry,"
i was the laughing answer. "I've always
' dreamed of you as a man of wealth
and power. Your splendid talents
mean this. When you came to New
York T was more sure of you than
r ever. You've simply got to make
' money, Jim! Nothing else counts In
the world today. I hate poverty?I
' fear it?I lqathe It! Money is the
badge of success, the symbol of powr
er. Nothing else counts."
"And yet," the lover said, drawing
closer, "I hold the touch of your little
" finger of greater value than all the
1 gold on the earth or beneath It."
* "Don't interrupt me, please, with Irrelevant
remarks," Nan cried, laughing
r in spite of herself. "Seriously, Jim?
you must listen to me. I'm in dead
) earnest. There's no virtue in riding
t behind a donkey if you can own a
carriage. There can be no virtue in
t shivering in a thin dress if you can
wear furs. Even the saints all dream
t of a Heaven with streets of gold,
1 chariots to ride in, and gleaming banquet
halls! I'm just a practical saint,
t I want mine here and now. You must
have money, if for no other reason, because
I wish it!"
i "Even if I enter a career of crime
i with Bivens as my master?"
f "Come! Mr. Bivens is a devout
member of the church. And you know
that he's In dead earnest?"
"About getting to Heaven? Of
course. That's simply his insurance
I policy against fire in the next world."
i "oh, don't talk nonsense, Jim. The
s possession of money is not a crime."
"No. Crime. Nan, is in the heart,
- and its seed always springs from the
s soul. Its roots must always strike one
soil to live?the selfish will to have
i what one wants regardless of the cost
i, to others."
t "Is it a crime," Nan asked, passionr
ately, "to wish to live a life that's
worth the struggle? You must take
conditions as you find them."
'. "That's just it. I won't. I'd rather
create new conditions and mould life.
- I'd rather lead, organize and Inspire,
than follow. I refuse to become a mere
money-grubber, because I'm in love
" with Life."
"And you would be willing," the girl
- said dreamily, "to sacrifice the happi
ness of all those you love and all who
e love you to follow this whim?"
s "Sacrifice your happiness? Why,
- the one purpose of my life is to make
s you happy?"
s "Well, I can't be happy In poverty,
e The man I love must be rich. Oh,
t Jim, you shall be! Wealth Is the
- only way to climb on top."
"Rut. suppose I don't wish to climb
t on the top of people?"
u "You can't be such a fool!"
u "Rut suppose I am? Money is the
n most obvious sign of success in a new
n crude world. Ours is no longer new,
d no longer crude or isolated. True
u civilization has always placed manI
hood above money. The only names
II in our history worth remembering?
I are there, because they did something
i. else than make money. Washington
was the richest man in America in his
day. Rut nobody remembers this?
why? Because it is of no importance.
The men you call great would simply
reduce life to the terms of a commer?.
cial dividend. Yet nothing pays that's
- really worth while."
"Jim. are you crazy?"
"It's true, dear. The lover who
watches by the side of a stricken loved
one and loses time and money?is he
I, crazy? My father pave up his law
u practice to bend oyer my mother's
it bedside for six months. He was a
piant in mind and body?she a poor
- little, broken, withered invalid. He
lost money and clients and never repained
them. Did it pay? Does anye
thing that's born of love pay? Surei
l.v not children. I was always a dead
y expense. The bippest fee I ever received
as a lawyer in New York was
a a shout of joy front a poor woman,
n whose boy I freed from a false charpe
of crime. She fell snhbinp before me
o and actually kissed by feet."
is "Oh. Jim, why can't you be practitl
cal? Why are you not willinp to
a flpht for a fortune?as other men?"
k "Because, dear." he answered quicki
lv and tenderly, "we haven't time?you
- and I. Life is too short. Dove is too
sweet. The fields are too preen. The
n birds sinp too sweetly. The treasures
' of earth are already mine, for Love
d has piven me eyes to see, ears to
d hear, and a henrt to feel. Perhaps I'm
just a little crazy by the standard of
New York, but, dear, I thought you
were my mate! Have you forgotten
our old day dreams In the fields at
"I've forgotten everything," she answered
bitterly, "except that you are
failing me when put to the first test.
And it would be.such a little thing
for you to do."
"At the price of my self-respect?
and you call this a little thing?great
Nan rose with a sudden gesture of
"You refuse absolutely to consider
this generous offer?"
I "Absolutely."
"And you are not willing to let these
romantic fancies wait until you ve
made your fortune?"
The girl spoke with cold deliberation.
"How can I wait to live? I'm twenty-six.
I'll never have those glorious
days of my young manhood again. My
ears will never he so keen again or
eyes so clear again. What is the use
of years of preparation to live, if at
last you don't know how?"
"And you are willing that the woman
you love shall live In poverty
while her more fortunate sisters laugh
and dance in luxury?"
"The one joy of my life will be to
gratify every reasonable wish of your
body and soul."
"Yet the first reasonable wish I express,
you refuse to consider."
"It will he suicide?"
"Oh. Jim, don't talk like a fool! Mr.
Rivens says he would make you a
millionaire in five years."
The blood suddenly rushed to Stuart's
face, and the square Jaws came
together with a snap.
"That's very kind of Mr. Rivens, I'm
sure. When I need his patronage, I'll
take my place in line with other
henchmen and ask for it. At present
I'm paddling my own canoe."
Nan suddenly extended her hand.
He attempted to draw her into his
"Not like that. Nan."
She repulsed him and repeated her
cold dismissal:
"Nan. dear," he pleaded, "we've
never parted in anger before. Of all
the hours of my life this is one in
which I?I?least dreamed of such a
Without a word, she turned toward
ho at o I v*a
"Nan!" he called tenderly.
The proud white figure slowly)
mounted the first step. He seized his
hat and coat and grasped the door,
fumbling at the knob in rage.
A dress rustled and he turned, confronting:
Nan. Her face was scarlet
and two tears were creeping: down her
cheeks. With a sob she threw herself
Into his arms.
"Forgive me, Jim!"
"Forgive me, dear, If I've seemed
unreasonable," was the low answer, j
"But you will think It over, won't
you? just for my sake?Just because
I ask it?won't you?"
"Just because you ask it?yes, I will,
He kissed her tenderly and walked
home with a great sickening fear
slowljr creeping into his heart.
(Tn be Continued.)
^ -- ? ?i?a.. _r u/:u
i ne nare i amaras?rum/ or nnu
Carabao, Boar and Doer.
"A paradise for hunters," is the way
Judge Liddell describes the country in
the vicinity of his home and plantation
on the southeast coast of Mindoro.
One game Mindoro excels in is the
tamarao, rarest of animals and one
which is found only in Mindoro. This
fierce animal, much like an American
buffalo, is held In universal dread by
every native on the island, who looks
on him as a far more formidable creature
than the maddest of wild carabaos.
The tamarao is seldom seen in clearings
because he sticks to his native
wilds. When he does come near a
clearing the natives in that vicinity
make for the nearest shelter. For the
tamarao does not wait to attack. He
takes the initiative himself, charging
every one and everything in sight.
Mrs. Liddell, wife of Judge Liddell,
is perhaps the only white woman who
has ever seen a tamarao. A few weeks
ago one came within fifteen feet of the
window of the Liddell kitchen, where
she was instructing the cook, and
peered in. The natives in the neighborhood
took to their heels and then
the tamarao quietly walked off.
But if the tamarao is the piece de
resistance among the game of Mindoro
it is not the only game to he found
on the island. There are myriads of
deer, wild chickens and game birds of
all sorts. There are also plenty or
wild hoars on the Island, some of them
of extraordinary size and none of them
noted for their docility. Judge IJddell
has one tusk fully 18 inches long.
This came from a monster hoar, which
charged the hunters repeatedly before
he was shot down.
Wild carabao hunting is another
pastime of the Mindoro planters and
one that is not destined to soothe the
nerves of weak hearted men. These
big animals are at all times dangerous,
and when once wounded or angered
will charge their hunters with all the
ferocity of an African buffalo.
James Liddell, a son of the judge,
had an experience with one of them
recently that will not he forgotten in
a hurry. He was hunting and shot the
big fellow, knocking him off his feet.
As the carabao lay still he approached
him and when not a foot away the
carabao leaped to his feet and charged.
There was no time for a shot, so
vnnticr T.lddcll did the nnlv thine onen
to him grappled with the infuriated
beast. Three times the animal gored
him, and finally the hoy made his escape.
What the Filipinos In his party
i regarded as the miraculous feature of
the accident was the fact that the
carahao had permitted him to escape.
. ?Manila Times.
A Famous War Fleet.?The battleships
of the Atlantic fleet which sailed
out of Hampton Roads in December,
1907, on the famous around the
world cruise?the Alabama. Illinois,
1 Maine, Missouri, Ohio, Kearsarge,
Kentucky, Wisconsin and New Jersey
i ?have passed from the first fighting
line. Today every one of them is 11st >
ed "in reserve," and their places in the
fleet have been taken by newer and
more powerful ships.?Argonaut.
Great Conflicts Often Brought About
By Events of LHtle Importance.
It is expected that the raising of
the wreck of the Maine from the mud
of Havana harbor will settle once for
all the question of whether the war
\yith Spain was precipitated by an
outburst of righteous indignation or
l?y a display of unreasoning popular
fjiry that gave neither time nor op
portunity for Investigation or sober
second thought.
Champ Clark is given as authority
for the statement that the war of 1812
is I attributable to the squeal of a
Rhode Island pig.
Opinion as to either the necessity or
tpe advisability of war with England
v^as divided, with the Democratic party
favoring and the Federalists opposing
a resort to arms. Up In little
R^tode Island, on one fateful election
day, one lukewarm Federalist put offl
going to the polls until the last minute.
After finishing his chores, he
mounted his horse and started to town
to exercise his right to suffrage. Just
at the ph.vchological moment his attention
was arrested hy the loud and
J ! C _ ...UUU
(iinurhbifik ?(|untuiik im a |mk, wiiiiii
had been indiscreet enough to put its
head between the rails of the fence that
surrounded the pasture field, and was
unable to withdraw It. So the farmer
dismounted and tarried long enough to
liberate the thoughtless pig. Then he
mounted his horse again and hastened
to town, only to find the polls closed
and his chance of voting irretrievably
When the votes of that district
were counted, it was found that the
Democratic candidate for the state
legislature had been elected by the
narrow margin of one vote. If the
Federalist who had been detained by
the squealing of his pig until after
the closing of the polls had voted, the
election would have resulted In a tie,
and the Democratic candidate would
have failed to win his seat in the
state legislature.
In the state legislature a United
States senater was chosen. He won
hiB seat without a single vote to spare.
So If that one Democratic assemblyman
had failed of election the Democrats
of Rhode Island would have been
unable to send a Democratic senator to
represent them at Washington.
In the United States senate the
strange chain of circumstances dependent
upon a single vote reached
Its end and climax. So evenly was the
senate divided upon the momentous
question of war or peace with England
that the war party carried the day by
a single vote. The new senator from
Rhode Island voted with his party,
for the war, which otherwise would
not have taken place, or which, at
least, would have been deferred.
Wars have been fougTit for'Tand, foF"
fame, for food, for gold, for honor and
for women: but It remained for the
year of grace, 1907, to place upon record
a war waged for a mule. Senor
Arenos Selgada was exiled from the
republic of Nicaragua on account of
l>ernlcious activity against the peace
of mind and tenure of office of the
duly constituted authorities, and showed
his lack of Judgment and good
taste by settling in the neighboring
republic of Honduras, in close proximity
to the international boundary
line. One dark night thirty-five cavalrymen
of the Nicaraguan army
crossed the line and boldly captured
Selgada's mule.
Selgada told the tale of his woes
to the department of state at Tegucigalpa
and demanded redress.
As it happened. President Bonilla of
Honduras, imagined himself the Napoleon
of the west and was literally
longing for a casus belli that his thirst
for martial glory might be gratified.
T3ioi?i? tho ?hoff nf Snlearla's grav
mule was an insult of such magnitude
that the honor of Honduras could be
saved only by prompt and decisive
action. Acting under his instructions,
Senor Augusto C. Coello, minister of
foreign affairs opened diplomatic correspondence
with Jose de Oomez,
holding a like office in the. Nicaraguan
cabinet, giving full details concerning
the outrage and demanding immediate
restitution of the mule to its owner,
and ample apology to the offended
government. The demand was couched
almost in the terms of an ultimatum
and elicited an equally spirited
reply, with a virtual refusal to continue
diplomatic correspondence in relation
to a matter of such little moment.
Alarmed at the loud harking of the
dogs of war. President Roosevelt, of
the United States, and President Diaz
of Mexico, set the machinery of the
two great republics of the north in
motion, and succeeded in having a
hoard of arbitrators appointed. But
the prospect of a peaceful solution of
a question so vitally touching the supersensitive
"honor" of the two warlike
nations \\;as too galling to he endured.
The interchange of diplomatic
discourtesies continued, and the feelings
of all concerned soon grew so
warm that war was the only recourse.
Bonilla's troops invaded Nicaragua for
the purpose of recapturing the mule,
and the war was on in earnest.
Mexico has had numberless revolutions
(once "enjoying" 13 of these lit
tie disturbances in a period of 12
months), some of which had curious
and remarkable origins. The republic
has not been involved in many foreign
wars; but one of these (which was
really only a near-war) was brought
about by as odd and trivial a cause as
ever led a strong nation to take advantage
of the helplessness of a minor
power. The episode is known in Mexican
history as "Ouerra de los Pasteles,"
or the Pie war.
The name is truly descriptive, for it
was a war that occurred in 1838 over
a few pies baked by a French pastry
cook in the City of Mexico and stolen
by hungry peons. He put a claim
for an indemnity of $60,000.
Strangely enough, the French government
took cognizance of the claim
and made formal demand upon the
Mexican authorities for its immediate
payment. In Mexico no one knows
what "immediate" means?and, anyway,
the Mexicans had no intention of
paying either immediately or "rnanana."
In fact, they looked upon the
matter as a joke.
But France was not joking. She
promptly sent a fleet of war vessels
to Vera Cruz and landed a large force
of troops, commanded by the Prince
de Joinville. The Mexicans were taken
completely by surprise, but made a
show of resistance. One of the houses
attacked was that occupied by General
Santa Ana, who lost a leg by a cannon
shot. A few Mexicans were killed and
more were wounded, and then the government
sued for peace at any price.
The price was surely high enough to
pay for the settlement of a squabble
about some pies. Mexico was mulcted
to the tune of J600.000, and the French
troops and warships withdrew, covered
with glory and (It is to he hoped)
sated with pastry.
Sometimes the immediate occasion
of a war may be trivial, while its real
cause is deep-seated and serious.
That is true of the War of 1812, already
referred to; and notably true of
the war of the Austrian succession.
In the beginning the conflict was between
Spain and England, and was
facetiously referred to as the War of
Jenkins's Tar."
In 1731 Captain Jenkins, skipper of
the ship Rebecca of London, was engaged
in the West Indian trade. Sail
ing rrom Jamaica on nis way 10 me
American colonies, his ship was hailed
by the Spanish coast guard of Florida,
hoarded on the pretext that he was a
smuggler and thoroughly searched.
There were many British smugglers in
West Indian and Florldian waters In
those days, but it does not appear that
Jenkins was one of them; and the
most thorough search of the vessel
failed to reveal anything that even
the Spaniards could construe as evidence
of illicit trade.
Enraged at their lack of success, the
Spaniards gave a good foreshadowing
of modern American police methods in
the endeavor to make Jenkins confess,
administering the third degree in a
manner calculated to make the front
office force of any large American city
just a little envious. Jenkins was
hanged to the yardarm and lowered
Just In time to save his life. Then
other methods of torture were tried,
without success; and Anally the skipper's
ear was clipped off and given to
him, with instructions that he take It
on/1 (vli'O it t r\ Vila Irlnar
It was years before Jenkins got back
to England, but he never forgot the
Indignities to which the hated Spaniards
had subjected his person. In
England he told his story, and in due
time was summoned before the house
of commons. There some one asked
him how he felt when being maltreated.
His answer was: "I recommended
my soul to God and my cause to my
Those words touched a chord of
sympathy, and soon all England was
athrill with martial ardor to avenge
the loss of Jenkins's ear. In response
to the popular clamor, war was declared
against Spain October 19, 1739.
It was not long confined to Spain and
England, but soon broadened into a
general European war, known as the
War of the Austrian Succession.
Not so well vouched for is the story
to the effect that the War of the
Spanish Succession, which lasted for
twelve long years (1701-1713), was
caused by the simple spilling of a
glass of water. It is said that an English
woman, named Mrs. Mashaur, at
a society function, while carrying a
glass of water became involved in a
disagreement with the Marquis de
Torley. In the heat of the argument
the ladv was so unfortunate as to spill
the water upon the French statesman.
His soiled linen so incensed him, not
only against Mrs. Mashaur, but against
the whole English people, that he devoted
his great abilities and powerful
influence to fomenting war between
Frg^ce and England.
Camphor Is Important to the art of
war, as now conducted, for the reason
that It is necessary In the manufacture
of smokeless powder. That the
invention of a process for manufacturing
camphor artificially from turpentine
should result in a destructive war
between t-he?Japawesi and the head
hunters of the interior of Formosa is
an unlooked-for consequence of the
Industrial chemistry.
Inrustrial chemistry.
The world's natural supply of camphor
is derived from the island of Formosa,
much of which is covered with
forests of champhor trees. A little
more than forty years ago 220-pound
tubs of crude camphor could be bought
for J16.50. Owing to the vast Increase
in the demand, for the manufacture of
celluloid, the manufacture of smokeless
powder and other industrial purposes,
the price rose rapidly until In
1907 it reached the record figure of
$168 per tub.
While the price had been soaring
German chemists had been thinking
and experimenting, and In 1907, when
it appeared that the price was likely
to reach $200, or even more, per tub,
great quantities of "synthetic camphor"
were suddenly thrown upon the
market by German manufacturers.
The price dropped at once, and exports
from Formosa and Japan ceased.
So long as Japan monopolized the
world's supply of camphor the Japanese
cared not at all how high the price
was. So no efforts were made to Increase
the supply to keep pace with
the world's increasing requirements.
But when it became evident that Japan
must either produce natural camphor
at prices lower than the cost of
manufacturing the artificial camphor,
the government got busy at once. In
the interior of Japan are vast virgin
forests of camphor trees, capable of
supplying the world's requirements for
decades, or, perhaps, for centuries.
These have never been touched for
woooon Hot tho intArinr nf thp i<l
land is occupied by untamed tribes of
Malay head hunters, of unexampled
ferocity. In order to make these forests
available for the purpose of placing
a more abundant supply of camphor
on the market and preventing the
Germans from driving Japan out of
the camphor producing business, Japan
appropriated a sum equivalent to $7,175.00ft
for prosecuting what is practically
a war of extermination against
the head hunters of Formosa.?Kansas
City Star.
Their Methods of Working Copper Deposits
of Lake Superior Region.
The copper mines in the Lake Superior
region were most important to
the Indians. When we remember that
they did not understand the smelting
of ores we can appreciate the value of
these mines. In them the native metal
occurs both in small pieces and great
masses. The Indians had only to dig
away the earth and smash the rocks
with stones, some of which they provided
with a groove and attached to a
handle by means of a withe around the
Archaeologists have found that they
also built fires upon the rocks and thus
cracked them that they might more
easily be smashed with hammers.
One piece of copper propped upon poles
over fifteen feet below the surface of
the ground was found by explorers
where it had been abandoned by the
Indian (juarrymen. Weighing almost
three tons, it was a monument to the
industry of the North American Indians,
who have too often been considered
lazy, and who, we must remem
iter, had only the simplest tools
with which to raise this heavy mass.
One of their shafts, which contained
a mass of copper weighing several
tons, was twenty-six feet deep
and the mass of ebpper had been raised
several feet, probably the only
means the Indians had of moving it
being wedges and sticks.
These were exceptionally deep shafts,
many others being smaller. In one
place an area of about 400 acres had
been worked over. Judging from the
number of stone hammers or mauls
found in a given bulk of the debris excavated
from these ancient diggings
thousands and thousands of the hammers
must have been used and may be
found by clearing out the old workings.?Southern
Modern Geniue Has Improved on the
Goldbrlcklng Is still practised, but
the style has changed. Where the
crooks used to inveigle some person
Into an old cave, there produce an Indian
and a gold brick and sell a piece
of rock for gold, now confidence men
and fakers plat a section of the azure
sky and sell town lots. The fact is
goldbrlcklng Is as prevalent as ever,
but the crooks are becoming more scientific.
That Is the opinion of E. P.
Boyle, Inspector of detectives for KanIsas
Within the last year two men purchased
420 acres of land In Arkansas.
Their Investment was on the basis of
$1 an acre. The land would have
made a splendid goat pasture, located
on top of one of the Ozark mountains,
ten miles from the nearest railroad
and unfit for cultivation. These men.
without surveying their tract, made a
plat of It, and advertised that It was
within a short distance of a big coal
mine, was on a railroad and eventually
would be a big city. Their literature
was very alluring.
They went from town to town, and
on street corners they distributed
their literature. They announced In
each town that fifty lots, no more, no
less, would be given away absolutely
free. The drawing of the lots was to
advertise the country. The public
couldn't lose?It was to get the lots
free. Here was an offer that listened
better than a gold mine. Where did
these men make their money?
livery one of the lots given away
meant that the person accepting
would have to pay for the title?a
mere bagatelle! Especially since the
land itself was obtained tor nothing.
The man conducting the donation parties
employed a Justice of the peace
not far from their mountain top who
looked after all the deeds. The deeds
were printed by the thousand. He
charged J4.au tor eu.cn iraii?v.iiuii.
As fifty lots were given away each day
this meant $225. There were approximately
4,200 lots in the tract, and
when all were disposed of it would
mean a clear profit of more than $10,000.
But about the time the scheme
got to working fine, something happened.
The government learned that
the mails were being used to defraud.
There are many creditable companies
that buy up valuable land holdings
in Texas and western states and
sell them in a legitimate way. These
reliable concerns suffer because of the
crook. He will buy for a dollar an
acre, perhaps, a big tract of alkali
land and advertise that with irrigation
it may be made a veritable paradies.
Lawyers are hired to word the advertisements
alluringly without making
the company liable for violating
the postal laws. Goldbrlckers have a
greater fear of the Federal law than
of that of the states.
Goldbricklng in land is only one of
the many modern methods. A Kansas
City doctor not long ago advertised an
electric machine which was an alleged
cure for catarrh and deafness. The
advertisements stated that the cure
was free. All that was necessary was
for the patient to write and medicine
would be sent. Then when the ailing
person would write the doctor would
.pend bjanks which were to be fljled.
After getting a full description of
the disease?how long the patient had
been ailing, the number of times other
doctors had attempted to effect a cure
?the doctor would write to his prospective
patient that the case was so
complicated that mere medicine would
not cure It?"what you need is a head
cap," the letter would say. "And if
you will agree to take my medicine
for two months at $8 a month I will
furnish the headcap." in inis way
the doctor hoped to avoid contact with
the postal laws. He was surprised
when arrest followed. Before the arrest
his business had expanded to such
an extent that twenty-four stenographers
were kept busy constantly and
It was estimated that he was malting
approximately J 10,000 a year.
Diamonds make big profits for
crooks. Last week two prosperous appearing
men entered a Kansas City
Jewelry store.
"We would like to get a diamond."
The jeweler ascertained the size of
the stone sought and displayed his
wares. This gave the crooks a chance
to exchange a bogus diamond for one
of the good stones. The trick would
have succeeded had not a woman connected
with the store seen the exchange.
She told the jeweler.
"I have some blue ones here that I
think you would like to see," said the
jeweler as he opened another drawer
He jerked out an automatic revolver
and pointed it at his customers, at the
same time demanding restitution. The
command was obeyed and the crooks
hurried away.
The Pinkertons recently had their
attention ' called to a new scheme?
crooks who work upon the butcher
and the baker. The first of the month
when shop keepers mail Itemized accounts
there are men who watch for
the mail carrier. Perhaps these letters
are pushed under an office door
or tossed Into a mail box. Crooks
have a faculty of knowing how to remove
such letters by means of a small
wire. Once a bill is in their possession
they call the butcher or baker by
telephone, tell him that the account
has been received and that the office
girl will be sent down with a check.
When a girl appears at the butcher
shop with a check to pay Mr. Brown's
bill the butcher immediately remembers
that Mr. Brown called him on
the telephone. Everything seems all
right. The check Is made out for $10
more than the bill and the girl is given
the difference. Nine times out of
ten this scheme will work.
George A. Leonard, a postofflce Inspector,
says that the old idea that
farmers are the readiest victims in ine
gold brick schemes Is a wrong Impression.
Mr. Leonard believes that the
man In the city working for a salary
really gets fleeced more than any other
class. They seem ready always to
put their money Into an alleged bonanza?a
fake mining scheme. But
mines do not offer the field for crookedness
of twenty years ago. The people
are more wary than they used
to be.
It was P. T. Barnum who many
years ago observed "There's a sucker
born every minute." And Lawrence
Spruce, superintendent of the Kansas
City district of the Pinkerton service,
believes that this is as true today as
It was In the day of the veteran circus
A well-to-do ranchman while on a
visit to Kansas City a short time ago
made the mistake of writing his name
to a check for $10,000. The ranchman
thought he was signing his address
In an ordinary memorandum
book. This is the way It was worked:
A crook having learned that the
ranchman was prosperous and had
several thousand dollars on deposit In
a New Mexico bank, folded a check in
such a manner that the average man
might examine the notebook without
detecting the check.
The crook led the ranchman to believe
ihat he owned Innumerable cat
tie 011 a Wyoming ranch. He sought
to buy some choice stock from the
New Mexico man to mix the breed.
"Let me have your name," the crook
said, "and when I go back to Wyoming
I will mall you pictures of my
There could be no objection to that,
the New Mexican thought, and he
signed his name in what he believed
was a memorandum book.
When the New Mexico ranchman
returned home his banker asked him
if he had bought a farm. One surprise
followed another. There was
his name signed to a check for $10,000.
There must be some mistake?
no. there could be none. Finally it all
dawned upon the ranchman, but too
late. It had been two weeks. He was
the loser, for was It not his signature
upon which the bank had paid the
Down at Buckner, Mo., there Is a
case pending In the courts to determine
whether a bank or the victim
shall be the loser In such cases. A
patron of a Buckner bank signed his
name to a letter of recommendation.
The crook traced the signature on a
check with a drawing pencil. Then
the impression was inked and the
likeness was an exact reproduction of
the signature. The patron admits
that it Is his signature, but contends
that he did not sign the check. The
[courts will have to decide the case.
Most banks watch closely the accounts
of their patrons. Especially do
the paying tellers. They are careful
to know the persons to whom money
is paid, and if the amount is large
they are doubly careful. But often
collections are made through other
banks and the payee is not Identified.
And even should a teller suspect that
a check is bogus sometimes it is not
the best business policy to call a de
positor over me leiepnone ana asx
him If the check to Jones for $3,000
is all right. Depositors, many of them,
especially if the transaction Is with a
friend, feel that the paying teller is
annoying them and at the same time
embarrassing the friend when the telephone
Is used to verify a transaction.
Fo It goes.
There are many ways In which
sharks prey upon banks. They are
big game and crooks realize that one
haul from a bank Is equivalent often
to a dozen other ventures. The national
banks of the United States to
protect themselves from a gang of
sharpers who obtain .money by telegraph,
found It necessary to establish
a universal cipher code. For example,
a Texas bank recently received a
telegram from an alleged Kansas City
bank to pay John Jones $1,000. Jones
explained that his wife had died and
the Texas bank, believing that it was
accommodating a Kansas City bank,
paid the money. The cipher code will
check this. But check it only, because
the state banks have no universal
code, and were a crook to get hold of
this code used by the national banks
It would mean a big loss to the Institutions
which happened to be the victims.
Paying money by telegraph is
a big factor that is entering more and
more into the legitimate business
world every day.
In a New York bank a queer Incident
happened last month. A package
of valuable securities was thought
at first to have been stolen from a
safety deposit vault. The manager of
the institution showed that this would
have been Impossible. Then the patron
remembered an incident which
explained ev< rythlng.
Man is more or less a creature of
habit.. A member of the gold brick
fraternity stationed himself In the vicinity
of a safety deposit bank In New
Tork for several days. He learned
the habits of the different customers.
One patron of the bank was seen dally
carrying the same kind of an envelope.
The envelope was always the
same color. The crook noticed these
things, and in the rush of the busy
hours as this man came into the bank
he stumbled at the door. He ran Into
a heavy Individual. The envelope fell
to the floor and a little man who was
near picked it up and seemingly returned
it to the owner.
All went about their business. A
week later, after the patron had accused
the bank of losing the envelope
from his safety deposit box, he remembered
how he had fallen. It all came
back to him and he remembered that
the little man had turned around before
giving him the envelope.
The old game of borrowing money
to, pay U? freight on a car of cattle,
the finding of a pocketbook with $20
In it and the old shell game are too
old and too well known to meet with
success, though occasionally the police
department hears echoes of the past.
But these are reminders of days that
are gone. It is not the old games
which they must be on the lookout for
but the n;wer creations of the gold
brick world.?Kansas City Star.
Romance of the Earl and the Queen
and that Famous Cirolat.
The announcement that a ring given
by Queen Elizabeth to the earl of
Essex la to be sold In a London auction
room, recalls one of the greatest
romances of history which popular
fancy Is unwilling to let die, in spite
of the protests of investigators who
declare it to be without foundation In
fact. That Queen Elizabeth, in her
old age. did give a ring to Robert Devereux.
the second earl of Essex, for
whom she "conceived an absurd passion.
is probable, and that the ring to
be sold at Christy's auction shop is the
royal gift. Is equally probable. Doubt
Is cast not on the Identity of the ring,
but on the story that, with the gift,
Elizabeth gave a promise that she
would pardon any wrong Essex might
do if he would send her the ring as a
petition for the redemption of her
It Is a fact that she pardoned more
than one of the handsome young
? 1 - * ? CL a f hp
earie .1 estapauca. one
fizzle of his Azores expedition; she
forgave his various intrigues that
made her own affection for him doubly
ridiculous; she forgave the insult he
offered when he turned his back upon
her In her own court, and was punished
on the spot by a resounding box on
the ear. She forgave the disastrous
collapse of the Irish expedition, but
she did not forgive the revolution he
attempted to incite in the streets of
London. The tradition of the ring Is,
however, that she would have forgiven
him even that had he Implored her
pardon by returning the ring. The
story goes that Essex sent the ring
from the tower by the countess of Nottingham,
who, to revenge herself for
a slight that Essex was presumed to
have forgotten, kept it until the earl's
head had fallen on Tower Hill. Our
school histories used to tell the tale
of the repentant earl, the malignant
countess, and the queen, at first furious
and . fterward heartbroken over
the discovery that her favorite had
perished through an unpardonable
breach of faith.
What does it matter after all that
the precisians insist that there is no
truth in the story of the ring. For the
matter of that, they insist that there is
no truth in the stories of Coeur de
Lion and the minstrel Blondel; of the
Prince Edward, rescued by the Princess
Eleanor from the dagger of an
assassin; of Robert Bruce and the spider;
of Sinbad the sailor, and Bluebeard
with his curious wives. Worst
of all, they have been known to doubt
the story of George and the cherry
tree, and when a man doubts a tale
told to impress the value of truth up
on a more or less deceitful world, he
will doubt pretty nearly anything. The
romance of the earl's ring has survived
for more than 300 years, and,
though all standard historical books
of modern times Ignore It, we rather
think It will persist for a century or
so yet.?Brooklyn Eagle.
ti The Bookseller?This, sir, Is an
excellent book on swimming, and a
very useful one, too.
Customer?Useful ?
The Bookseller?Yes, sir. If you
ever And yourself drowning you have
only to turn to pages 88 and 89 and
there you will find Instructions how to
save yourself.?Sketch.

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