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DKM BIBB i B No. io Helena, Montana, Thursday, February 3, 187. Volume xxi. j^eeklg |(jcrahl. R. E. FISK 0. W. FISK, A. J. FISK, Publishers and Proprietors. Largest Circulation cf any Paper in Montana ------ Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY °HERALD: One Year. (In nclviinoe).............................S3 00 Hix Months, (in advance)............................... '? Three Months, (in advance)...........................- 1 When not paid for in advance the ra'e will be Four Dollars per year! J'ostaKC, in all cases, Prepaia. DAILY HERALD: City Subscribers.delivered by carrier 81.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. 89 00 Six Months, by mail, (in advance)............... 5 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... CfiO ZZ* All communications should he addressed to FISK BROS., Publisher), Helena, Montana. THE STiY OF A MINE By B RET~HA BTE. ' [Copyrighted, IS-SC, by Houghton, Mifflin A Co., and published by arrangement with tlicm.J [CONTINUED. J CHAPTER XII. A RACK FOR IT. OVAL THATCH ER worked hard. That the boyish little painter who shared his hospital ity at the "Blue Mass" mine should afterward have lit tle part in his ac t ive life seemed not inconsistent with his habits At present tlie mine was his only' mistress, claiming his entire time, exasperat ing him with fickleness, but still requiring that supreme devotion of which his nature was capable. It is possible that Miss Carmen saw this too, and so set about with feminine tact, if not to supplement, at least to make lier rival less pertinacious and absorbing. Apart from this object, she zealously labored in her profession, yet with small pecuniary result, 1 (ear. Local art was at a discount in California. The scenery of the country had not yet become famous; rather it was re served fora certain eastern artist, already famous, to make it so; and people cared little for the reproduction, under their "very noses, of that which they saw continually with their own eyes and valued not. So that little Mistress Carmen was fain to divert her artist soul to support her plump little material body; ami made divers excursions into the regions of ceramic ait, painting on velvet, illuminating missals, decorating china, and the Eke. I have in my possession some wax flowers—a startling fuchsia and a bewildering dahlia— sold for a mere pittance by this little lady, whose pictures lately took the prize at a foreign exhibition, shortly after she had boon half starved by a California public, and claimed bv a California press as its fostered child of genius. Of these struggles and triumphs Thatcher had no knowledge; yet ho was perbajis more startled than he would own to himself when, one December day, he received this dispatch: "Come to Washington at once.—Carmen Do Haro." "Carmen Do Ilaro!" I grieve to state that such was the preoccupation of this man, elected by fate to bo the hero of tho solitary amatory episode of this story', t liât for a moment he could not recall her. "When the honest little figure that had so manfully' stood up against him, and had proved her sex by afterwards running away from him, came liack at last to his memory, he was at first mystified and then self reproachful. He had been, he felt vaguely, untrue to himself. lie hail been remiss to the self-confessed daughter of his enemy. Yet why should she telegraph to him, and what was she doing in Washing ton? To all these speculations it is to lie said to his credit that he looked for no sentimental or romantic answer. Royal Thatcher was naturally modest and self-depreciating in his relations to the other sex, as indeed most men who are apt to tie successful with women generally are. despite a vast degree of super annuated bosh to the contrary. To the half dozen women who are start-led by sheer au dacit v into submission there are scores who arc piqued by a self-respectful patience; and where a woman has to do half the wooing, she generally makes a pretty sure thing of it. In his liewilderment Thatcher had over looked a letter lying on his table. It was from Lis Washington lawyer. 'Ehe conclud ing paragraph caught his eye—"Perhaps it would be well if you came here yourself. Roscommon is here; and they say there is a niece of Garcia's, lately appeared, who is likely to get up a strong social sympathy for t he old Mexican. I don't know t Hat they expect to prove anything by her; but 1 in told she is attractive and clever, and has enlisted the sympathies of the delegation. 1 hatcher laid the letter down a little indignantly. Strong men are quite as liable as weak women are to sudden inconsistencies oil any question they may have in common. AA hat right had this poor little bud he had cherished—he was quite satisfied now that he hud cherished her, and really had suffered from her absenee-what right had she to suddenly blossom in the sun shine of powi r to lit 1 , jicrhaps, plucked and worn bv one of bis enemies. He did not agree with hi> lawyer that she was in any way con nected with his enemies; he tlusted to her masculine loyalty that far. But here was something vaguely dangerous to the feminine mind—jiosition, flattery, power. He was al most as firmly satisfied now that he had been w ronged and neglected as he had Ix-en posi tive a few moments liefere that he had been remiss in his attention. The irritation, al though momentary, was enough to decide this strong man. He telegraphed to San Fran cisco; and, having missed the steamer, se cured an overland passage to Washington; thought U tter of it, and partly changed his mind an hour after the ticket was purchased; but, manlike, once having made a practical fctep in a wrong direction, he kept on rather inconsistency to himself. Yet r* m V V< - :✓ he w as not entirely satisfied that his journey was a business one. The impulsive, weak lit tle Mistress Carmen had prudently scored one against the strong man. Only a small part of the present great transcontinental railway at this time hail j been built, and was but piers at either end of ! a desolate and wild expanse as yet unbridged. When the overland traveler left the rail at Reno, he left, as it were, civilization with it; and, until he reached the Nebraska frontier, the rest of his road was only the old emigrant trail traveled by coaches of the Overland company. Excepting a part of "Devil s ( an yon," the way was unpicturesque and fiat; and the passage of the Rocky mountains, far from suggesting the alleged poetry of that region, was only a reminder of those sterile distances of a level New England landscape. The journey was a dreary monotony that was scarcely enlivened by its discomforts, never amounting to actual accident or inci dent, but utterly destructive to all nervous tissue. Insanity often supervene«!. "On the third day out," said Hank Monk, driver, speaking casually but > liaritably of a "fare" —"on the third day out, alter axing no end of questions and getting no answers, he took to chewing straws Hint he picked outer the cushion, and Uussin to Lisself. Erom that very day 1 knew it was all oser with him, and I handed him over to his friends at I 'Shy Ann,' strapped to the back seat, and ravin' and eussirr at Ren Holliday, the gen tlemanly proprietor." It is presumed that the unfortunate tourist's indignation was ex cited at the late Mr. Benjamin Holliday, then the proprietor of tho line—an evidence of his insanity that no one who knew that laige hearted, fastidious and elegantly-cultured Californian, since alli«*d to foreign nobility, will for a moment doubt. Mr. Royal Thatcher was foe; old and expe rienced a mountaineer to do aught but accept patiently and cynically his brother Califor nian's method of increasing his profits. As it was generally understood that any one who came from California by that route bad some dark design, the victim received little sym pathy. Thatcher's equable temperament and indomitable will stood him in good stead, and helped him cheerfully in this emergency, lie ate his scant meals, and otherwise took care of the functions of his weak human nature, when and w here he could, without grumbling, and at times earned even the praise of his driver by his ability to "rough it." Which "rough ing it," by the way. meant the ability of the passengers to accept the incompetency of tbe company. It is true there were times when hs regretted that he had not taken the steamer; but then he reflected that he was one of a vigilance committee, sworn to bang that ad mirable man, the late Commodore Cornelius Vanderbi t. for certain practices and cruelties done upon the bodies of certain steerage pas sengers by his line, and for divers irregulari ties in their transportation. I mention this fact merely to show hoiv so practical and stout a voyager as Thatcher might have con founded the perplexities attending the admin istration of a great steamship company with selfish greeil and brutality'; and that he, with other Californians, may not have known the fact, since recorded by the commodore's fam ily clergyman, that the great millionaire was always true to the byinns of his childhood. Nevertheless, Thatcher found time to be cheerful and helpful to his fellow' passengers, and eveu to be so far interesting to "Yuba Bill," the driver, as to have the box seat placed at his disposal. "But," said Thatcher in some concern, "the box seat was purchased by that other gentleman in Sacmmento. He paid ex tra for it, and his name's on your way bill!" "That,"' said Yuba Bill, scornfully', "don't fetch me, even ef lie chartered the w hole she bang. L«x>k yar, do y r ou reckon I'm goin to spile my temper by setting next to a man w ith a game eye? And such an eye! Ge whillikins! Why, dam my skin, the other day when we were watering at Webster's, ho got down and passed in front of the off leader —that yer pinto colt that's tin accustomed to Injins, grizzli«« and buffalo—and I'm bless ef, when her eye tackled his, ef she didn't jist git up and rar round that I reckoned I'd hev to go down and take them blinders off from her eyes and clap on his." "But he paid his mon«'y, and is entitled to his scat," persisted Thatcher. "Mebbe he is— in the office of the kempeny," growled Yuba Bill; "but it's time some folks knowecl that out in the plains I run this yer team myself." A fact which was self-evident to most of the passengers. "I supjio.se his authority is as absolute on this dreary waste as a ship captain's in mi«l ocean," exclaimed Thatcher to the baleful eyed stranger. Mr. Wiles—whom the reader has recognized—assented with the public side of his face, but looked vengeance at Yuba Bill with the other, while Thatcher, innocent of the presence of one of his worst enemies, placated Bill so far as to restore Will's to his rights. Wiles thanked him. "Shall I have the pleasure of your company far?" Wiles askeil, insinuatingly. "To Washington," re plied Thatcher, frankly'. "Washington is a gay city during the session," again suggested the stranger. "I'm going on business, said Thatcher, bluntly. A trilling incident occurred at Pine Tree Crossing which did not heighten Yuba Bill's admiration of the stranger. As Bill opened the double locked box in the "boot" of the coach—sacred to Wells, Fargo & Co.'s express and the Overland company's treasures—Mr. Wiles perceived a small, black morooeo porte manteau among the parcels. "Ah, you carry baggage there, too?" he said, sweetly. "Not often," responded Yuba Bill, shortly'. "Ah, this then contains valuables?" "It belongs to that man whose seat you've got," said Yuba Bill, who, for insulting purposes of his own, preferred to establish the fiction that Wiles was an interloper, "and ef he reckons, in a sorter mixed kempeny like this, to lock up his portmantle, I don't know who's business it is. AY ho?" continued Bill, lashing himself into a simulated rage, "who in blank is run ning this yer team? Hey? Mebbe you think, sittiu' up thar on tho box seat, you are. Mebbe you think you kin see round corners with that thar eye and kin pull up for teams round corners on dow n grades a mile ahead?" But here Thatcher, who, with something of Lancelot's concern for Modred, had a noble pity for all infirmities, interfered so sternly that Yuba Bill stopped. On the fourth «lay they struck a blinding snow storm while ascending the dreary pla teau that henceforward for IKK) miles was to be their roadbed. The bornes, after flounder ing through the drift, gave out completely on reaching the next station and the prospects ahead, to all but the exjieriencal eye, l«x>ked doubtful. A few' passengers advised taking tosle«Iges, others a postponement of the jour ney until the weather changed. Yuba Bill alone was for pressing forward as they were. "Two miles more and we're on the high grade, wbar the wind is strong enough to blow you through the windy anti jist jK-art enough to pack away over them cliffs every inch of snow that falls. I'll jist skirmish round in and out o' them drifts on these four w heels whar ye can't drag one o' them flat bottomed dry goods boxes through a drift. " Bill had a California w hip's contempt for a sledge. But he was warmly seconded by Thatcher, w ho had the next best thing to ex perience, the instinct that taught him to read character, and take advantage of another man's experience. ''Them that wants to stop kin do so," said Bill authoritatively, cutting the Gordian knot; "tk«'in as wants to take a sledge can do so, thar's one in the barn. Them as wants to go on with me anil the relay will come ou." Mr. Wiles selected the sledge and a driver, a few remained for the next stage, and Thatcher, with two others, decided to accompany Yulia Bill. These changes took up some valuable time; and the storm continuing, the stage was run under the shed, the passengei-s gathering arounfl the station fire; and not until after midnight did Yuba Bill put in tbe relays. "I w ish you a good journey," said Wiles, as he drove from the sheil as Bill entere«!. Bill vouchsafed no reply, but, addressing himself to the driver, said curtly, as if giving an order for the de livery of goods, "Shove him out at Raw lings," and passed contemptuously around to the tail board of the sie«!, and returned to the harness ing of his relay. The moon came out and shone high as Yuba Bill once more took the reins in his hands. Tb# wind, which instantly attacked them as they reached the level, seemetl to make the driver's theory plausible, and for half a mile the road bed was swept clean, and frozen hard. Further on a tongue of snow, extend ing from a bowlder to the right, reached across their path to tbe height of two or three 1'eet. But Yuba Bill dashed through a part of it, and by skillful maneuvering circum vented the rest. But even as the obstacle »as passed, the coach dropped with uu 'A A A A, ✓ V / 0 / A * Yuba Bill teas o a the road in an instant. ominous lurch on one side, and the off fore wheel flew off in tbe darkness. Bill threw the horses back on their haunches; but before their momentum could t>e checked, the near hind wheel slippeil away, the vehicle rocked violent]}', plunged backwards and forwards, »nil stopped. Y uba Bill was on the road in an instaut with his lantern. Then followed an outhreali of profanity which I regret, for artistic pur poses, exceeds that generous limit which a sympathizing public has already exten«led to me in the explication of character. Let me state, therefore, that in a very few moments lie succeedeil in disparaging the characters of his employers, their male and female relatives, the coach builder, the station keeper, the road on which he traveled, and the travelers them selves, with ociasional broad expletives; a«l dressed to himself anil his own relatives. For tb« 1 spirit of Ibis and a mors cultivated poetry of exjiression, I lieg to refer the temperate reader to the Third chapter of Job. The passengers knew Bill, and sat, conser vative, patient, and expectant. As yet the cause of the catastrophe was not known. At last Thatcher's voice came from the box seat: "AA'hat's up, Bill?" "Not a blank lynch pin in the whole blank coach," was the answer. There was a dçad silence. Yuba Bill exe cuted a wild war dance of helpless rage. "Blank the blank enchante«! thing to blank!" (I lieg here to refer the fastidious and culti vated reader to the only adjective I have dami transcribe of this actual oath which I once had the honor of hearing. He will, I trust, not fail to recognize the old classic de mon in this w ild western abjurgation.) "Who di«l it?" asked Thatcher. Yulia Bill did not reply, but dashed up again to the box, unlocked the "boot" and screamed out: "The man that stole your portmantle— Wiles!" Thatcher laughed. "Don't worry about that, Bill. A "biled" shirt, an extra collar and a few papers. Nothing more." Yuba Bill slowly descende«! AVhen he reached the ground he plucked Thatcher asiile by his coat sleeve: "Ye don't mean to say ye had nothing in that l>ag ye was trying to getaway with?" "No," said the laughing Thatcher frankly. "And that AA'ih's warn't one o' them detec tives?" "Not to my knowledge, certainly." Y uba Bill sighed sailly, and returae«! to as sist in the replacing of the coach on its wheels again. "Never minil. Bill," said one of the passen gers sympathizingly, "we'll catch that man AA'iles at Rawlings sure;" and he looked around at the inchoate vigilance «xunauttee, already "rounding into form" about him. "Ketch him!" returned Yuba Bill, derisive ly; "why we've got to go back to the station; and afore we're off agin he's pinte«! fur Clar mont on the relay we lose. „o._ II—ll's full of such ketches!" There was clearly nothing to do but to go llack to the station to await the repairing of tbe coach. AA'hile this was being done Y uba Bill again drew Thatcher asiile: "I allers suspected that chap's game eye, but I didn't somehow allow for anything liko this. I reckoned it was only the square thing to look arter things gen'rally, and 'sjKs ially your trajis. So, to purvent troubil, and keep things about ekal, ez he was goiu' away, I sorter lifted this yer bag of biz outer the tail board of his sleigh. I don't know as it is any exchange or compensation, but it may give ye a chance to spot him agin, or him you. It strikes me as bein' far-minded ami squar';" and with these words he deposited at tho feet of the astonished Thatcher tbe black traveling bag of Mr. AA'iles. "But, Bill—see here! I can't take this!" in terrupted Thatcher hastily. You can't swear that he's tak«*n my bag—and—and—blank it all—this won't do, you know. I've no right to this man's things, even if-" "Hold your bosses,'* said Bill gravely; "I ondertook to take charge o' your traps. I didn't—at least that «1— <1 wall-eyed—Thar's a portmantle! I don't know who's it is. Take it." Half amused, half embarrasseil, yet still protesting, Thatcher took the bag in his hands. "Ye might open it in my presence," sug gested Y uba Bill gravely. Thatcher, half laughingly, did so. It was full of papers and semi legal looking docu ments. Thatcher's own name on one of them caught his eye; he opened the paper hastily and perused it. The smile faded from his lips. "Well," sai«l Yuba Bill, "suppose we call it a fair exchange at present." Thatcher was still examining the papers. Suddenly this cautious, strong minded man looked up into Yuba Bill's waiting face ami said quietly, in the ilespicable slang of the epoch and region : "It's a go! Suppose we do." CHAPTER XIII. how it became famous. UBA BILL was right in believing t hat AA'iles would lose no t\me at Rawlings. He left there on a fleet horse before Bill had returned with tho broken down coach to the last station, and d i s - tanced the telegram sent to detain him two horn's. Leav its dangerous tele graphic stations, he pushed southward to Denver over the army trail in company with a half-breed packer, crossing the Missouri be fore Thatcher had reached Julesburg. AVhen Thatcher was at Omaha AA'iles was alreaily in St Dm is; and as the Pullman car contain ing the hero of the "Blue Mass" mine rolled into Chicago AViles w as already walking the street^ of tho national capital. Neverthe less lié hail time en route to sink in the waters of tbfe North Platte, with many expressions of dienst, the little black portemanteau be longing to Thatcher, containing his dressing case, p few unimportant letters and an extra shirt.,I to wonder why simple men did not travel with their important documents and valuables and to set on foot some prudent and cautious inquiries regarding his own lost carpet bag and its important contents. But for these trifles he had every reason to lie satisfied w ith the progress of his plans. "It's nil right," said Mrs. Hopkinson, mer rily; "while you and Gashwiler have been working w ith your 'stock,' and treating the whole world as if it could Ik' bribed. I've done more with that earnest, self-believing, self deceiving and perfectly-patlietic Roscommon than all you fellows put together. Why, I've told his pitiful story, anti drawn tears from the eyes of senators and cabinet ministers, 'lore than that, I've introduced him into so ciety, put him in a dress coat — such a figure!—and you know how tbe best folk wor ship everything that is outre as the sincere thing. I've made him a complete success. AVhy, only the other night, when Senator Miwianey and Judge Fitzwaildle were here, after making him tell his story—which yoa know, I think he really believes—I sang: 'There Came to the Beach a Poor Exile of Erin,' and my iiusbaml told me afterward it was worth, at least, a dozen votes." ."But aliout this rival of yours—this niece of Garcia's?" "Another of your blunders; you men know nothing of women. Firstly, she's a swarthy little brunette, with «lots for eyes; and strides like a man, dresses like a dowdy, don't wear stays, and has no style. Then, she's a single woman, mul alone; and, although she affects to be an artist, and has Bohemian ways, don't you see she can't go into society with out a chaperon or somebody to go with her. Nonsense." "But," persisted AA'iles, "she must have some power; there's Judge Mason and Sen ator Pealxxly, who are constantly talking about her; and Dinwiddie, of A'irginia, es corted her through the Capitol the other day." Mistress Hopkinson laughed. "Mason and Peabody aspire to l>e thought literary and artistic, and Dinwiddie wanted to pique me !" "But Thatcher is no fool-" "Is Thatcher a lady's man?" queried the lady, suddenly. "Hardly, 1 should say," responded AA'iles. "He pretemls to lie absorbed in his swindle and devoted to his mine; and I don't think that even you—" lie stopped with a slight sneer. 'There, you are misunderstanding me again, and, what is worse, you arc misunder standing your case. Thatcher is pleased with her because he has proliably seen no one else. Wait till he comes to Washington and has an opportunity for comparison," and she cast a frenk glance at her mirror, where AViles, wi:h a sardonic bow, left her standing Ur. Gashwiler was quite as confident of his own success with congress. "AA'e are within a few days of the eiui of the session. A\ e will manage to have it taken up and rushed YUBA BILL. ing the stage road and tnrough liefere that fellow Ti.etcher knows what he is about." "If it could lx* don© before he gets here." said AViles, "if- a reasonably sure thing. He is delayed two days; he might have lieen de layed longer." Here Mr. Wiles sighed. If the accident haii happened on a mountain road, an<l the stage had been precipitated over the abyss, what valuable time would have been save«!, and success become a surety? But Mr. AA'iles' functions as an advocate did not include murder; at least, he was doubtful if it could lie taxai as costs. "AV'e nasi have no fears, sir," resumed Air. Gashwiler; "the matter is now' in the hands of the highest tribunal of appeal in the country. It will in«*ot, sir, with inflexible justice. I have already prepared some remarks--" "By the way," interrupted AA'iles infelii it ously, "where's your young man—your pri vate secretary— Dobbs?" The congressman for a moment looked con fused. "He is not here. And I must correct your error in ajiplying that term to him. I have never put my «'onlitieiice in the hands of any one." "But you introdueal him (o me as your sec retary." »'A mere honorary title, sir. A brevet rank. 1 might, it is tme, have thought to repose such a trust in him. But I was <1«> ceival, sir, as I fear I am too ajit to lx- when l j ennit my feelings as a man to overcome my duty as an American legislator. Mr. Doblis enjoyed my patronage and the oppor tunity it gave me to introduce him into pule lic life only to abuse it. He became, I fear, deeply indebted. His extravagance was un limited, his ambition unbounded, but with out, sir, a cash liasis. I advanced money to him from time to time upon the little prop erty you so generously extended to him for his services. But it was quickly dissipated. Yet, sir, such is the ingratitude of nan that his family lately appealed to me for assist ance. I felt it was necessary to be stern, and I refusal. I would not for the sake of his family say anything, but I have missed, sir, liooks from my library. On the day after he left two volumes of patent office reports and a Blue liook of congress, purchased that day by me at a store on Pennsylvania avenue, were missinj —missing! I bad difficulty, sir, great difficulty in keeping it from the papers!" As Mr. AA'iles had heard the story already from Gashwiler 's acquaintances, with more or less free comment «m the gifted legislator's economy, he could not help thinking that the difficulty had been great indeed. But he only fixed his malevolent «ye on Gashwiler and sai 1: "So he is gone, eh?" "Yes. " "Ami you've made an enemy of him? That's bad." Mr. Gashwiler trial to look dignifiedly un concerned; but something in his visitor's manner made him uneasy. "I say it is bail, if you bava. Listen. Be fore 1 left here, 1 found at a boarding bouse w here he had boarded, and still owed a bill, a trunk which the landlord retained. Opening it, I found some letters and jiajiers of yours, with certain memoranda of his, which l thought ought to lie in your possession. As an allegal friend of his, I redeeme«! the trunk by paying the amount of his bill, ami secured the more valuable papers." Gashwiler, w hose face had grown apopleo tieally suffus«?d as AA'iles went <>n, at last gasp«'d: "But you got the trunk, and have the papers?" "Unfortunately, no, and that's why it's bad. " "But, good Go«I! w hat have you done with them?" "I've lost them somewhere on the Overland road. " Mr. Gashwiler sat for a few moments speechless, vacillating between a purple rage and a pallid fear. Then he said hoarsely: "They are all blank forgeries—every one of them." "Oh, no!" said AViles, smiling blandly on bis dexter side, and enjoying the w hole scene malevolently with his sinister eye. "Your papers are all genuine, and I won't say are not all right, but unfortunately I had in the same bag some memoranda of my own for • the use of my client, that, you understand, might lie put to some bad use if found by a clever man." The two rascals looked at each other. There is on the who'« really very little honor among thieves—at iea*t great oues—anil the Inferior ras. nl succumbed at the reflection of what he might do if he were in the other ras cal's place. "See here, AV Ses," he said, relaxing his dignity with the perspiration that oozetl from every pore, and made the collar of his shirt a mere limp rag. ".See here, we"—this first use of the plural was equivalent to a con fession—"we must get them papers." "Of course," said AViles coolly, "if we can, and if Thatcher doesn't get wind of them." "He cannot." "He was on tho coach when I lost them, coming east." Mr. Gashwiler paled again. In the emer gency he had recourse to the sideboard ami a bott , forgetting AA'iles. Ten minutes tx* foro AViles woulil have remaineil seated ; but it is recorded that he rtise. took the 1 Kittle from the giftal Gashwiler s fingers, helpal himself first, anil then sat down. "Yes, but, my boy," said Gashwiler, now rapidly « hanging situations with the cooler AViles; "yes, but, old fellow," he added, pok ing AA'iles with a fat forefinger, "don't you see the whole thing will lie up before he gets here." "Yes," said AViles gloomily, "but those lazy, easy, honest men have a w ay of popping up just at the nick of time. They never need hurry:all things wait for them. AVhy, tlon't you remember that on the very day Mrs. Hopkinson and I and y«m got the president to sign that jiatent, that very day one of them «1 -ii fellows turns up from San Fran« is«-o er Australia, having taken his own time to get here— gets here about half an hour after the president ha«l signed tbe patent and sent it over to the office, finds the right man to introduce him to the president, has a talk wiuh him. makes him sign an order counter manding its issuance, and umloesall that has been done in six years in one hour." "Yes, but congress is a tribunal that <loes not revoke its decrees.'' said Gashwiler with a return of lis old manner: "at l«-ast'' he added, observing an incredulous slung in the shouldiT of his companion, "at least «luring the session." "AVe shall see," said AA'iles, quietly taking his hat. "We shall see, sir," saiil the member from Remus with dignity. CHAPTER XIV. WHAT CULTURE DID FUK IT HERE was at this time in the senate of the United States an eminent an«l re spected gentleman, scholarly, orderly, honorable, and rad ical—the fit repre sentative of a scholarly, orderly, honorable and rad ical commonwealth. For many y*'ars he had held his trust with conscious rectitude, and a slight depreciation of other forms of merit; an«l for as many years had lieen as regularly returned to his seat by his constituency with equally con scious rectitude in themselves and an equal skepticism regarding others. Removed by his nature beyond the reach of certain tem tations, and by circumstances lieyond even I the knowledge of others, his social and polit i ) eal integrity was spotless. An orator and practical ilebater, his refined tastes kept him from jiersonality, and the public recognition of the complete unselfishness of his motives and the magnitude of his dogmas protected him from scurrility. His principles had never been apjiealed to by a bribe; he had rarely lieen approached by an emotion. A man of jiolishal taste in art and litera ture, and possessing the means to gratify it, his luxurious home was filled with treasures he hail himself collectai and fu; ther enhanced by the stamp of his appreciation, llis library had not only the elegance of adornment that Lis wealth aiuld bring and his taste approve, but a certain refined negligence of habitual use and the easy disorder of the artist's work shop. All this was quickly noted by a young girl who stooxl on its threshold at the close of a dull January day. The card that had been brought to the sen ator bore the name of "Carmen «le Haro;" and modestly in the right hand corner, in al most. microscopic script, the further descrip tion of herself as "Artist" Perhajis the pic turesqueness of the name and its historic sug gestion caught the scholar's taste, for when to his request, through his servant, that she would lie kind enough to state her business, she replied as frankly that her business was personal to himself, be direct«*«! that she should be admitted. Then intrenching himself be hind his library table, overlooking a bastion of booksanda glat-isof pamphlets and papers, and throwing into his forehead and eyes an expression of utter «lisijualification for any thing but the business liefore him, he calmly awaited the intruder. She came, ami for an instant stood, hesitat ingly, framing herself as a picture in the door. Mrs. Hopkinson was right—she had "no style," unless an original and half foreign quaintness could be callal so. There was a desperate at tempt visible to cfimbine an American shawl with the habits of a mantilla, and it was al ways slipping from one shoulder, that was so supple and vivacious as to betray the deficien cies of an education in stays. There was a cluster of black curls around her low fore head, fitting her so closely as to seem to be part of the sealskin cap she wore. Once, from the force of habit, she attempted to put her shawl over her head and talk through the folds gathered under her chin, but an aston ished look from the senator cheeked her. Nevertheless he felt relieved, and, rising, mo tioned her to a chair with a heartiness he would have scarcely shown to a Parisian toil leta. And when, with two or three quick, longstejis she reachai his side and showed a frank, innocent but strong and determined little face, feminine only in its flash of eye and beauty of lip and chin curves, he put down the pamphlet he had taken up some what ostentatiously and gently beggal .to know her business. I think I have once before spoken of her voice—an organ more often cultivated by my fair countrywomen for singing than for speaking, which, considering that much of our practical relations with the sex are carried on without the ail of an ojiera score, seems a mistaken no tion of theirs—and -if its sweetness, gentle inflexion, and musical emphasis. She hail the advantage of having been traînai in a musical language, and came of a race witli w hom catarrhs and sore throats were rare. So that in a few brief phrases she sang the senator into acquiescence a« she imparted the plain libretto of her business—namely, a "desire to see some of his rare engravings." Now the engravings in question were cer tain etchings of the early Great Apprentices of the art. and were, I am happy to believe, extremely rare. From my unprofessional view they were exeeaiingly I nul —showing the mere genesis of something since perfected, but dear, of course, to the true collector's soul; I don't believe that Carmen really ad miral th«»m either. But the minx knew that the senator prided himself on having the only 'jot hooks' of the great 'A,' or the first ar tistic efforts of 'B'—I leave the real names to lie filled in by the connoisseur,—and the senator liecame interestal. For the last yiiar, two or three of these alxnninations had lieen hanging in his study, utterly ignored by tbe casual visitor. But here was apprecia tion! "She was," she guidai, "only a poor young artist, unable to purchase such treas ures, but equally unable to resist the oppor tunity afforded her, even at the risk of seeming bold, or of obtruding upon a great man's privacy," etc., et<\ This flattery, which, if offered in the usual legal tender of the country, would have lieen lookal upon as counterfeit, delivered here in a foreign accent, with a slightly tropical warmth, was acceptai by the senator as genuine. These children of the sun are so impulsive! We, of course, frei a little pity for the jierson who thus transcends our stand ard of good taste and violates our conven tional canon—but they are always sincere. The cold New Englander saw nothing w rong in one or two.direct and extravagant compli ments, that would have insure«! his visitor's early dismissal if tenderal in the clippal ine A SENATOR. tallie phrases of the commonwealth he rep résentai. So that in a few moments the black, curly head of the little artist and the w hite, flowing locks of the senator were close together bend ing over the rack that contained tho engrav ings. It was then that Carmen, listening to a graphic description of the early rise of art in the Netherlands, forgot herself and put her shawl around her b«*ad, holding its folds in her little brown hand. In this situation they were, at different times during the next two hours, interrupted by live congressmen, threw senators, a cabinet officer and a judge of the supreme bench—each of w hom was quickly but courteously «Usmissed. Popular senti ment, however, broke out in the liai 1. "AA'ell, I'm blanked, but this gets me." (The speaker was a territorial delegate.) "At this time o' life, too, lookin' over pic tures w ith a gal young enough to be his grandchild." (This from a venerable official, since susjiected of various erotic irregular ities.) "She don't handsome any." (The honorable member from Dakota.) "This accounts for his protracted silence during the sessions." (A serious colleague from the senator's own state. ) "Oh. blank it all!" (Omnes.) Four went home to tell their w ives. There are few' things more touching in rlie matri monial compact than the superb frankness with which each confides to ea« - h the various irrégularités of their friends. It is upon these sacred confidences that the firm founda tions of marriage rest unshaken. Of course the objects of this comment, at least one of them, were quite oblivious. "1 trust," saiil Carmen, timidly, when they had for the fourth time regarded in rapt admira tion an abominable something by some Dutch woodehopper, *T trust I am not keeping you from your great friends"— lier pretty eyelids were east down in tremulous distress—"I should never forgive inyself. Perhaps it is important business of the state?" "Ob, dear, no! They w ill come again—it's their business." The senator meant it kindly. It was as near the perilous edge of a compliment as your average cultivated Boston man ever ventures, and Carmen picked it up, femininely, by its sentimental end. "And 1 supjiose I shall not trouble you again?" "I shall always De prouil to place the port folio at your disposal. Command me at any time," said the senator, with dignity. "You are kind. You are good," said Car men, "an«i I—1 am but—look you—only a poor girl from California, that you know not." "Pardon me, I know your country well." And indeed he could have told her the exact number of bushels of w heat to the a«Te in her own county of Monterey, its voting popula tion, its jiolitical bias. Yet of the more im portant product before him, after the manner of book-read men, he knew nothing. Carmen was astonished, but respectful. It transpired presently that she was not aware of the rapiil growth of the silkworm in her own district, knew nothing of the Chinese question, and very little of the American mining laws. Upon these questions the sen ator enlightenal her fully. "Your name is historic, by the way," he said pleasantly. "There was a Knight of Alcantara, a Me Haro,' one of the emigrants with La Casas." Carmen îmdded her head quickly. "Yes; my great-great-g-r-e-a-t grandfather!" The senator stared. "Oh, yes. I am the niece of Victor Castro, who marrial my father's sister." "The A'ietor Castro of the 'Blue Mass' mine?" asked tbe senator abruptly. "Yes," she said quietly. Had the senator ba-n of the Gashwiler type he would have expressed himself, after the average masculine fashion, by a long-drawn whistle. But his only perceptible apprecia tion of a sudden astonishment and sue-pic ion in his mind was a lowering of the social thermometer of the room so decided that poor Carmen looked up innocently, chilled and drew her shawl closer around her shoulders. "I have something more to ask," said Carmen, hanging her head—"it is a great, oh, a very great favor." [to be continu A Different View of It. A Detroiter, who was driving out on the Holden road the other day, eamo to a sjxit where the snow had badly drifted on each side of the track just as a woman driving a horse and "pung" entered the other end of the cut. As both held to the road their horses soon came head on and stoppai. "AA'hy didn't you turn out?" shoutal tho man. "AA'hy didn't you?" replied the woman. "I've got seven miles to drive, but I'll stay here all winter before I'll turn out?" "And I've got five dozen eggs liere, and I'll let 'em freeze as hard as rocks before I'll give an inch!" The man dropped the lines, lighted a cigar and leanol back on his seat. Tho woman dropped her lines, lighted her pipo and wrapjxal the old buffalo robe around her feet. Thus they sat for eight minutes, when the man grew impatient and call«*l: " AVhat's the price of hogs out your way?" "Oh, you've got all tbe pork you want in your sleigh!" she answered. "I'm glad I'm a widower!" "And I'm glad I'm a wid«ler!" "Eh? Are you a widow?" "Sartin, and I own 225 acres of the best land in Greenfield. So you are a wid ower?" "Yes'in. Madam, pray excuse me. I'll cheerfully turn out." "Oh, don't mention it. I'm perfectly will ing to haul into the snowbank." "Ah! madam, allow me to hope that you will overlook my"-- "Oh, certainly. Fine weather, but rather cold. Good by." "Good-by, madam. Hope you a safe journey."—Detroit Free Press. An Omatiaha. Colored Citizen—Talk about de frealom ob deese ere'Merican in'stootions; dey wouldn't low me ter vote at all. Omaha Man—But, Sam, you hadn't been here long enough to be entitled to a vote. "Can't help dat. I feel mighty bad bout it, jest the same." "But you knew none of tho candidates. What difference did it make to you?'' "Dir rence. I done had to give de states man bis dollah back, sah."— Omaha AA'orld.