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T* E The Denison Review E.F. TUCKER, Publisher. VENISON, -*5 v* IOWA. GREED. ^v'le" God had made the world He stood And gazed upon the charms had: TThe thing that He had done was good. Its glowing beauty made Him glad. O: llie flowery meads, the verdant hills. The fragrant woods, the spreading uki, ™ne fertile plains, the laughing rills And snowy peaks combined to please. Contentment, full and deep and sweet. Was over all that crawled and crept. Between the drowsy tiger's feet The hare lay down and calmly slept. ^Then God, the Maker, standing there, Became perplexed and shook His head: 'The world that I have made is fair, Nor might be more sublime," He said- ''But if in such a realm as this Js' 1 I set up man to proudly reign, ilow should he dream of future bliss And future glories to attain? *'Here, mid the beautiful and grand, From sorrows left forever free. His highest hopes would center, and Down here his paradise would be Therefore, that man might never deem The world sufficient to his need And so that Heaven should be supreme The Lord created Greed. —S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald. Old Miss Hortense. By S. Rfiett Roman. '\KTHAT did you say?" asked Mc- VV Ferson, pausing in the act of pouring seltzer water into his white "wine and looking suspiciously at the •dainty, well-gowned handsome young •woman sitting on the other side of the table, who was absorbed in peel ing iced shrimp as if to the manner •born. "Antiquities shops?" she said, lacon ically, looking^ up with laughing eyes and a gay determination which had its effect. "What for?" queried McFerson, be fore helping himself to the broiled jpompano, which presented an enticing appearance. They sat in the dining room of the St. Charles, where it was cool and pleasant, idling over their luncheon, a ad they were evidently strange^and people of decided social importance, as their air, look and manner indicated. "Why, Dan, because I must get a lovely, dear old-fashioned desk, Louis XIV. style, you know, to match my furniture. I want to put it in the cor ner of my room, near the big bay win dow, just underneath one of those candelabra we got in Europe. We'll lake our drive, then drop into some of those curio places I've heard so much about, where they sell beautiful •old things. We'll come back in plenty time to dress for dinner. We arc to •dine., at the Carringtons to-night, ybu know." "Drop in, .did you say?" McFerson retorted, smiling ruefully in answer to the winsome gayety of the face, which to him (and to some others, too) was the most beautiful on earth. "You evidently know nothing about man-traps. Those antique shops. A woman who once gets the antique craze, my dear child, goes from bad to -worse, and there is no limit to the time she will spend in pursuit of the ideal in localities inhabited by rats and spiders. Drop in, indeed you'll be there hours and hours. "I'll tell you what we'll do. Don't •waste this fine day in shops. We'll take a drive, and when we get back home again I'll write for pictures and photos and you'll get any kind of desk you want." "Indeed not. I must see what it looks like. Why, Dan, how absurd you are. I'll make a bargain with you. Take me to that extraordinary place, it's a real art museum, at the corner of Royal, and I don't remember the other street, and look at your watch. I promise not to stay more than half an hour. Honest." "All right! I'll drive you there if you'll add another promise that you •won't go beyond $500." "Why, of course not. I don't expect to spend one-fifth of that." "Shows how much you know about antique shops," McFerson remarked. Then the discussion waxed animated and prolonged until it ended in a truce. McFerson reached over for an apri cot, while the waiter brought in the small cups of coffee, as it is made in Louisiana, an aromatic essence and a nerve tonic. It was some hours later when a coupe, going rapidly down Royal street, drew up at a corner. "Here you are," McFerson said, get ting out. "Now, remember your oath, one-half hour and not over $500." Alme jumped out, and nodded gaily, and going in drew a breath of delight. "Why, Dan, this is magnificent," she said, looking around, and pausing be fore a console, whose workmanship bespoke the patient art spirit of the Cinque Cento period, while a tall clock of ancient Florentine design swung its pendulum with a slow grace and equal indifference to the hurry and scurry of the present bourgeois twentieth cen tury. There were chairs and baliuts of old Flemish oak, carved by the dexterous fingers of earlier centuries, and Vases of iridescent Gubis ware, an art lost to modern days. There was a rare wealth of curios and furniture, whose grace and finish make machine manufactures of the liour appear commonplace and clumsy. Alme sat down with a sigh, of de light on a Spanish sofa which had been brought from the parlor of an ancient convent in Mexico, the mother superior being glad to sell a thing so black with age for good money, wherewith to re furnish the chapel, where mass had been said from the time of the Spanish conquest. One of the proprietors of this fas cinating place came leisurely forward. His was a kindly face and one which bore the stamp of a keen intelligence and of much culture. His manner was quiet and pleasant. "Where did that lovely thing come from?" Alme asked, pointing to a bronze candelabrum, from whose twist ed branches hung small, glittering crystal drops. They threw shafts of light over the tesselated flooring, as the late afternoon sun, pouring through the open door, glanced upon them. "Just recently it came from a resi dence in Mexicb, which belonged to the decadent descendants of a time-hon ored house of Spain. The lady who lived in it died in poverty and every thing was sold by a public crier—what we call auxtionnaire. Originally that candelabrum must have been brought from Seville. Look close and you will see a name. "It is that of a famous artist of the fourteenth century. His name appears in old records of the art works of that period in Spain." Alme sprang up and questioned eag erly. McFerson looked at his watch, with a smile, and put it back in his pocket. "You said something about a desk?" he remarked. "Oh, yes. I want a particularly love ly Louis XIV. desk. Of course you have one? I'll hang that candelabra right above it. It's a thousand times more artistic than ours. The light from it will be charming." The proprietor led the way to a certain high-ceiled room, whose con tents made Alme express her delight with warmth and decision. Alme had been so much absorbed in her examination of the beautiful ob jets d'arts, crowding on all sides, she had hardly noticed a small, daintily dressed, old-fa3hioned womaij, who, with her black satin skirt, black lace shawl, wealth of white hair and strange, old-time bonnet, seemed to be long to another period. "Come in and look around, Miss Hortense nothing new to-day," the proprietor said in a pleasant voice as she stood timidly in the doorway. She came forward with a dignified, gentle air, and began peering about among the furniture in an anxious way, and when Alme spoke of a desk she drew close to her and listening to her followed her eagerly. "I am anxious to see a lady's desk myself an old desk with bronze door trimmings. Quite a pretty thing. My mother s, she said, in a low voice, hnldins: Aimo-'o-aWva -MAIIIAII- has promised to get it for me. He will some day. There is a will locked up in it my grandfather's will. It will be found, of course. Everything was sold while I was away—everything It was quite a number of years ago. I drop in occasionally to see if they have found the desk for me. My lawyer tried to trace it Tor me, but perhaps you have noticed, my dear young lady, that lawyers are not very efficient. So I have undertaken to find the desk and the will myself with Mr. Norton's kind assistance. Yes, yes it will turn up some day. It is my grandfather's will. I have inherited great wealth— a vast amount of landed estate—quite a large property. I would be very patient, my dear, about the will and content to wait, only you see I must send Rene to college. My sister's son. A fine lad. He must have every educa tional advantage, so I must hurry to find the testament which is to place me in possession of the land. In my will I leave it all to Rene. Nothing new, to-daj^Mr. Norton?" Her voice was sweet and low and her manner gentle and refined, and she re minded Alme of an old-fashioned pic ture. Her rambling talk caught Alme's attention, who looked down compas sionately on the small, pathetic lit tle figure. "She is perfectly harmless. We let her come and wander around as long as she cares to do so. They were all very wealthy people formerly, and to day this elderly lady and the lad Rene, her nephew, are all that are left of them. They are in sadly reduced circumstances. The boy works cheer fully and hard." "Who supports them?" Alme asked, a feeling of immense pity -welling in her heart for the poor, forlorn little woman whose troubles had evidently brought her to her present benighted condition. "Her neighbors. This is a poor but a kindly neighborhood." "Where does she live?" whispered Alme, as the little figure moved softly away. "She lives right next door," Mr. Norton said, with a slight embarrass ment, which Alme understood, for there was a look of gentle compassion easily read in his face. "There are several which might suit you. They are of the period you men tioned and can be restored to their original condition," Norton said, turn ing away. "Well, little woman, look around and make up your mind. I'm going to see some carved oak dining sets." Mc Ferson went off with a young man, Norton's assistant. But Alme was too engrossed in her examination of an array of slender, graceful Buhl and Marquetterie desks, with many drawers and much gilding, to pay any heed to Dan McFerson's remark. "Embarras do richesses. I don't know which is the most fascinating," Alme said, opening and shutting some doors, from which faint odors of faded loses crept out. "Here is a remarkably fine piece. It was discovered only recently In a ne. gro hut in St. Bernard parish. Our buyer went on a duck hunt with some friends and they stopped to get water in a settlement of Acadians and ne groes. He noticed the gilding on the feet, although they are badly tarnished, and he got the mulatto woman, who said the desk was her property, to sell it to him. She was eager to get rid of it, and the presumption is she never came by it honestly. It is particularly fine. There are wreaths and flowers and bronze doors splendidly executed. It a beautiful piece of workman ship." Alme gave an exclamation of de light and decided then and there to become its owner. She was bending forward, admiring the delicate tracery of inlaid scroll work when she felt the flutter of a hand on her arm. Turning, she saw-the frail, delicate little old lady, Miss Hortense, stand ing by her side bending forward, her gaze fixed in trembling anxiety on the desk, her face drawn and gray, while her lips moved inaudibly. "What is it? For heaven's what is the matter?" Alme throwing an arm around the trembling form to support her. "fr knew we would find it—my mother's desk. Mr. Norton said some day he would have it brought back," she said, in a small faint voice. "The will is in there—my grandfather's will. The key is on this chain. I always wear it around my neck, because there is so much land and property men tioned it is safer. Take it, my dear. •The top of the desk is double. Do you see the key hole? Open it. Youi young eyes are better than mine. Give me the papers. I promised my law yers I would bring the document to them as soon as I found it. You see, it means enormous wealth. Take the key, my dear, and open it. How for tunate you came I am not as strong and young as I used to be, and the sight of my mother's desk has affected me. Her name was Flore d'Aurillae. Her initials are in silver inside. I felt confident that with the assistance of my good Mr. Norton I would some day get back my own again. It is for Rene's sake." sake said, thin, She held out a small gilded key, her transparent hand trembling violently. "Better humor her take it," Mr. Norton whispered over her head to Alme, slipping his arm around Miss Hortense, whose deadly pale face leaned against him, as if she were about to faint. Alme took the key, and, talking en couragingly, placed it where Miss Hor tense told her. To her intense surprise the lid opened, and in the narrow space lay a slim folded paper, yellow with age, and tied with a faded ribbon. Mr. Norton gave an exclamation of equal astonishment as Alme took it from its long-time repository and it to Miss Hortense. "IV liar -handed'•a-tuoh.-ve he placed it gently in her trembling fingers. "Why, Miss Hortense, this is a great find. But you are not feeling very strong to-day. Suppose you let me take this will of your grandfather's to your lawyer? Judge Duval, is it not? He will come around and .see you and start proceedings to get all your property back for you and Rene. He'll call round to-night. Suppose you let me take you to your room?" Lifting her gently and saying he would be back in a few minutes, Mr. Norton went out. In the other room Dan McFerson was discussing the respective merits of Flemish and French oak of the middle centuries. "Excuse me for keeping you wait the dealer in curios said, coming back some ten minutes later. "It was a singular find, but it will make her happy for the few remaining years she has to live, poor soul." "Was it the will?" Alme asked, clos ing the lid of the pretty desk. Mr, Norton shook his head. "An old love letter best destroyed and forgotten. But she thinks it is the will and is rejoicing in the thought of the boy's future and laying out great plans for him." "Poor little thing," Alme said, com passionately. "What will become of Rene when she dies?" "He will be cared for," the art dealer said, quietly. "He is a good, honest lad. We'll make a civil engineer of him. That's better than giving him Chevalier d'Aurilliac's wealth." Alme turned and shook hands warm ly with Mr. Norton without speaking, her brown eyes a little misty, although her smile was winsome and bright. "Have you concluded your pur chases?" McFerson said, coming in and taking out his watch. "Some of them—yes. This lovely desk, and the old Spanish chandelier, and the. buhl chiffonnier, it's a dear, and—" "Better come back another day. It's rather late, you know. We have a din ner engagement. We have been here exactly one hour and a half." "Good heavens! I had no idea it was so late," Alme said, leading the way out. Mr. Norton helped her in the coupe, while McFerson filled out a check. "Good-by. I hope Miss Hortense will feel better to-morrow," Alme said through the window as they drove rapidly away. "Who's Miss Hortense?" McFerson asked. "A fragile little plaything of fate— the dearest little old-timey lady you ever saw. Was it very much, Dan?" "It might have been worse," McFer son answered. "Only $700." Then added: "We'll say quits, Al. I got that Flemish oak library set for $1,000. It's good-looking furniture." Alme leaned back and laughed with entire enjoyment. The next day Miss Hortense received a box of flowers with Alrue's card,—N. O. Times-Democrat. vWv" lawfully deprived of a whole slock of magazines which rested on the counter outside his shop. All attempts to dis cover the author or authors of this theft proved fruitless. Some few years ago a bookseller in Manchester, who had provided himself with 300 copies of a shilling almanac il lustrated. by Kate GnVnawa.v, was gratified to find his stock exhausted al most within a week. He was subsequent ly visited by a would-be purchaser, who tendered three pence and demanded as many copies oC the almanac. In re sponse to the bookseller's' protest, the customer informed him that copies of the almanac were being sold at that mo ment in Piccadilly—Piccai'illy, Man chester—at a penny apiece. Inquiry not only proved this statement to Ije quite correct, but elicited the fact that the books in question were the stolen property of this very bookseller. It is pleasing to learn that the book thief does not always get off scotfree. Mr. Rumpus, of Holborn, captured a thief only six months ago, and he went to hard labor. Another thief was caught red-handed in Fleet street even more recently. AN OVER-WISE CAPTAIN. Did Not Helieve in Weather Predic tion* a nil 1'aiil Dearly tor llis Skepticism. The weather bureau has saved hun dreds of vessels from shipwreck, and thousands of human beings trom drown ing by its forecasts for the benefit of mariners. Once in awhile its hurri cane predictions are not materialized, owing to the dissipation of the atmos pheric disturbance before reaching the latitude calculated, or by reason of the storm veering off in some other direc tion. Usually, however, disturbances of such magnitude as to warrant the is suance of hurricane warnings make themselves felt sooner or later. An example of the dependence that may be placed on these warnings occurred dur ing the latter part of the summer. On August 11 the weather bureau sent a graphic warning to Tamp.'co, Mexico, that a hurricane was approaching the Mexican coast. As the following day, however, was clear, with a light breeze, the captain of the steamship Jason sailed on the 13th late in the afternoon. The ship's log tells the rest of the story. Fine weather up to midnight, then cloudy, and finally rain at dawn on the 14tli, accompanied by a gale and very rough seas. The storm increased in force until evening, and by morning on the 15th had exhaust ed its fierceness, and by the following morning sufficiently to permit c.f the hatches being opened for the first time in three days. A lifelong sailor de clared it the worst storm he had ever encountered. The sea was comparable only to a seething, boiling cauldron. When the hatches were at last opened 270 head of cattle, out of a cargo of G13, were found dead. The captain, deceived by the fine weather and nonappearance of the storm on schedule time, took hit chances, with disastrous results. BAT AND THE TWO WEASELS. Find Another llat. A Weasel seized upon a Bat, who begged hard for his life. "No, no," said the Weasel, "I give no quarter to birds." "Birds," cried the Bat. "I am no bird. I am a Mouse. Look at my body." And she got off that time. A few days later she fell into the clutches of another Weasel who, unlike the former, had a stronger antipathy to Mice than to Birds. The Bat cried for mercy. "No," said the Weasel "no mercy to a Mouse." "But," said the Bat, "you can from my wings see that I am a Bird." And so she escaped that time as well. Moral—Make conditions lit your opportunity when you can do so honorably. LONDON BOOK THIEVES. An Evil That Causes the Bookseller* 'Inch Annoyance a lid l'eeu ninry I.ONN. It is not generally known that the wire "cages" which have lately become a feat ure of many booksellers' outside shelves are intended as a protection against theft. Booksellers ar# particular suf ferers in this respect, says London Academy and Literature. One would hardly have suspected it, seeing that books' seem hardly adapted to conven ient barter and are certainly of no use when Loiled down. Books are not in trinsically valuable, but in these days ot big discounts when the "thirteenth to the dozen" so often affords the booksel ler his sole chance of profit, the loss of even a single volume is a matter of con sideration. These depredations' appeal in many instances to be committed by well-dressed persons of the "klepto maniac" class, but in many instances the professional gentry are not above directing their attention to the book sellers. Not long since a well-known GOT IN ALL DETAILS. WOman ho Opcueil Dnnlc Account!* "J?*' 'or Nephews anil Xicces Gave Particulars. A reporter who was in a hurry was standing in line at a local bank wait ing his turn to deposit. There was only one person ahead of him and he was congratulating himself upon his good luck. The person ahead was a woman, and when the reporter arrived she was just opening up negotiations with the receiving teller, relates the Washington Star. "Now, I want to open accounts," she began, "for some little nieces and neph ews of mine. It's for a Christmas pres ent, you know"—confidentially—"and I'm only going to put five dollars in each book. Of course that isn't much, but" —here the teller endeavored to get down to the business details, but in vain— "if they're real saving, as I want them to be, they'll soon make it more. Lota of rich men started with—" "Yes, yes, madam," interrupted the J,5 V8£s6QBfi?fui&f]| names and ages?" 1 "Why, there's Fannie, my namesake she's nine—no, maybe, it was eight her last birthday— What? Oh, her full name? Frances Anne, of course—how stupid of me—and then Joe—no, Joseph William, named after an uncle that died —he's six and just as cute as he can be. You wouldn't believe what that child—" "Yes, I would, madam. But please be as brief as possible and omit every thing but business. Are there any more children?" "Oh, yes there's the baby, Mildred. She's ten months old, and I thought she seemed pretty young to have a bank book all to herself so I'd like to take one for her and her mother together- her mother's only my brother's sister in-law, but she's just like an own sis ter to me. What? I can't' do that? Well, that's funny. But you fix it ac cording to the rules, of course." The reporter, who had at first glared savagely at the loquacious depositor, now shifted wearily from one leg to the other and began to show signs of col lapse. The teller succeeded in extracting the necessary information as to the birth place of the children, and then inquired in whose name the books were to be held in trust for them. "Will you have it in their mother's name or their father's?" he asked, shortly. "Their father's? Mercy sakes!" ex claimed the depositor, energetically. "Why, he's a perfect, good-for-nothing scamp, if there ever was one. You couldn't trust him—" "No, I suppose not," hastened the teller, repenting that unfortunate sug gestion. "The mother's, then, I sup pose. Her name, age and birthplace, please. Be as quick as you can, madam." As he finished the entries he turned with a sigh of relief to see who was next but the reporter who had been waiting so long had given up. He was already half a block away from the bank, walking dejectedly and wiping his brow like a man who had done a hard day's work. AVlien In a Man Kich? A man with a single million may tell you in all seriousness that he is peer Judged from the plane of the pluto-mil lionaire he is, indeed, too poor to enter into and hold his own with their reerea tious, pleasures, functions, etc. A man with $50,000 is considered well to do. He himself may claim no mere. But from the point of view of the man with noth ing at all, $50,000 might purvey all the dreams of avarice. But even the penni less man who has a spirit like Cyrano should be counted rich, for he feels it.— Dccembcr Cent, per Cent. MIIICVKI Production. The mineral products of the United States are $350,000,000 in coal, $242, 000,000 in pig i'--on, $87,000,000 in cop per, $78,000,000 in gold, $C6,000,000 in petroleum, $55,000,000 in stone, $33 000,000 in silver, $27,000,000 in natural gas, and $23,000,000 in lead. CARS~cbOLED BY AIR. Ilave Compressors That Are Drives by the Motion of the Wheels in Transit. In recent years there have been vast improvements in the methods of refrig erating railway cars for the transporta tion of perishable goods, such as fruits, vegetables, eggs and meats. The fre quent icing of refrigerating cars en route constitutes one of the largest items of expense in the handling of perish able freight. Whenever trains carrying a refrigerating car arrive at certain designated stations they are halted for the refilling of the ice chests of the cold storage cars. A Philadelphia inventor conceived the idea of applying mechanical refrigera tion to such railroad cars, depending upon the car axles to furnish the neces sary power for compression purposes. Inasmuch as train-lighting systems in numerable have been devised, and prac tically operated on this principle, it is only a question of mechanical details to similarly operate a refrigerating sys tem. The sides of the ears are lined with refrigerating coils containing com pressed carbonic acid gas or carbonic dioxide. A tank carried on the roof of the car supplies water for the con densing purposes, its effectiveness being enhanced by the use of an absorbent covering for the condensing pipes. The problem of furnishing a reservoir of cooled material to supply the necessary, cooling while the car is at a standstill on side tracks or at terminals or wait ing on belt lines has been solved by the use of brine-filled tanks located at the ends of the cars. The expansion coils are immersed in these brine baths, reducing the tempera ture of the brine sufficiently so that the radiation from the tank into the car maintains the car at the temperature desired, the capacity of the compress or being sufficient to furnish a sur plus of refrigeration beyond that neces saiy for the maintenance of a proper temperature while the car is in motion. An automatically temperature-controll ing door is also embraced in the" inven tion. Its function is to prevent the car fiom attaining too low a temperature, which in the handling of some classes of goods, notably fruits, would be as fatal as too high a temperature. This door opens into the atmosphere at a predetermined temperature, through the medium of a thermostat, automat ically closing again whenever the tem perature has risen to the proper point. EXPENSIVE SAWS. Have Diamond I'oluteil Teeth and Aro tseii in Cutting Slabs of Slute. Probably the most expensive saws in use anywhere in the world are those in the factories of Pennsylvania, where i^VfestFe're are 300 hori zontal saws, 12 feet in length, each of which is furnished with 75 cutting dia monds, each saw being worth $5,000. The slate land which furnishes the ma terial for these costly saws to work upon was once so little valued that the tract upon which the famous Chapman quarry in Pennsylvania is situated was sold for a jJint of whisky, its subsequent owners have taken millions of dollars from the land. The most valuable slate deposits in the world are found in the central part of the state. In the neighborhood of the Pennsylvania quarries there are houses whose walls are entirely of slate. The blocks of which they are made are smoothly sawed, and are most substan tial. When slate is blasted in the quarries the rough slabs are taken to the shantie3 of the "splitters." The stone forms nat urally the layers, and the "splitter," following the grain, or "ribbon," with his large chisel, separates the blocks into strips. Then these strips are passed through a trimming machine, where, by blows of a heavy knife, they are cut into rectangular "shingles, ready to be used for roofing purposes. When slate is cut up for use in other" ways the procedure differs. The huge horizontal saw, with its scores of dia monds, is called into play it is lowered upon one of the blocks of slate by a ratchet. The workmen play a stream of water upon the slate to keep it cool, and wash the dust from the cut. After sawing the block is planed by being moved back and forth by machinery un der a firmly-fixed chisel. It is after ward polished much as marble and gran ite are. The value of the slate quar ries run into the millions. Jupiter's Atmosphere. Owing to the high gravitation, "the atmosphere of such planets as Jupiter and Saturn is very dense, and so loaded with opaque particles that we cannot see through it to the body of the planet within. But though the body is be yond our scrutiny we can infer that it is very hot, even at the surface for if the solar system is formed (as is as sumed) by condensation of nebula, the heat of condensation hmst be propor tionately greater and longer retained in a large world than in a small one. Thus, for the purpose of life on these great planets, the energy radiating from -with in may be available and, indeed, may largely exceed the energy received from the sun at so great a distance. Artist VMCM Camera, Probably no living artist makes such a liberal use of photography as an aid to his art as Mr. Linley Sambourne, the well-known Punch draughtsman. In a single Louis Seize cabinet he has no fewer than 10,000 photographs of every description of military uniform, and there is at isast an equal number of cam era studies of every conceivable subject likely to be of use, "from an elephant to a hospital nurse." Many of these have been taken by Mr. Sambourne himself, who is an expert with the camera.