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Denis Kearney and His Ca reer, as Shown In Mrs. Fre mont Older's New Novel, <4 The Socialist and the Prince," Just Published by Funk & "Wag nails. JT Is after the sandlot agitation against the Chinese, which Mrs. Ol der is praised by Mr. Kearney !•* having reproduced with wonderful fidelity, that, as the hero of the story, he attract? the attention of the " beautiful daughter of his chief enemy, the Nob Hill multi-millionaire. Colonel Peyton, and is beguiled by her in 10 not only dining with her rich friends but into a midnight' interview afterward. It follows in part: Theodofcia leaned forward, her elbows on her knc«, holding her head upright. "Tell me, at ;ou would an«»er your conscience, are >ou Bin cere. Mr. Sinner He hesitated, closed his eye» In thought; Then hi* mouth formed into ¦ straight .line. ¦The first time I ever «aw you. Miss Peyton. I could have tntvnvd with certainty. No man i.ould have arconiplishei] what I have unlek* stBQere. 1 was *incer». Now, I will tell .ycu >an£;dlv. sometimes I do not know. I am like ¦ Christian who begin* to doubt, and It hurtt Hi*,' ' 'Then Mr. Pickens influenced youT* " "No. You.' " "IT »liy. I am a Btryulte." " XDh. yes; in theory. You rive in luxury and Had it Interesting to Bay that, but «n reality •very feature of your face, every curve to your frame, demands voluptucua ease." ¦ •• 'Why should that alter your opinion T asked Tlieodosia. " 'You make me imagine I really want what you have. You cause me to be discontented. You compel me to value what you like. Ever •ince I aw you. Misg Peyton. I have been at times a hypocrite, and it stung like a first sin. ' have stood before my own men reiterating my belief, while- your face rose before me, telllntr me I was Insincere. I was a warrior with my. right arm wounded. I have grown to fear you, Mies Peyton. I should have continued to refute to know you, for you have weakened my con fidence in myself. When I look at you the highest possible product of civilization of the nineteenth century, and the luxury by which you are surrounded, you and it are what I de eire. Is it strange that I doubt myself and at ¦times execrate all that keeps me from your "It was too soon. Theodcwia preferred fccrjne as a hero. Nevertheless, her eyes much softened, 6he extended her hand and said to him, 'But I believe in you so absolutely. Mr. fctryne. You must have faith in yourself.* . " That is my only recompense. Miss Peyton. I feel elnce I have become weaker I am de pendent on your faith. Good God to rely upon a woman, isn't it pitiful? No. 'i will not. I must have my own power. You must give It .¦back to me. Miss Peyton. Promise that rou will nexer cpealt to me when we meet again. I have the force not to seek you. but I cannot re fuee when you ark me to come. Observe me. the coward, begging temptation to flee. This *" the end I dreaded and feared. If ever rn»n was iron, if ever man was rock, it was I. Oh! the quicksilver of sex.' Strj ne moved his chair more closely to Theo dosia. and then gravely Mked. his feature* set with determination. 'Did it ever occur to you as strange that you know nothing of me 7" iUrtl*d h>> l d ° kn ° W y ° U *' Theodos 'a was »m yes " >ou know a m * n PauI Stryne. at 'nis monwnt a leader of tbe worklngmen in fcan , Francisco, but you have no knowledge of That Is true. "Who are your " •God knows. I've ae ked him often enough to tell me. I've etared In the faces of men «.n<3 women of two continents, begging "Are you my father? are you my mother T' For gfff, * ver y ho "I l h * ve «udled race charac rnl ,«';,, I s Mld t0 •»>••?»: "Does that be long to the fcaxon or the Latin?" I have lived in so many lands that I have a few of the marks of each nation, but no complete de velopment. 1 am still a. mystery to myself ~»»P >e^ lo6 I a u lean '' <1 far back ln her chalf "I ponflTrd. Then fhe started and said* - 'Your name. Paul Stryne, that should'con vey something to you.' • "That Is not my name.' Theodosia wag a wax figure of astonish ment Her chair moved a bit from Stryne. 'What is the * " "I cannot say.' " 'Where did you get itT " I Mole it. Miss Peyton.' "Smiles le:t the features of Theodosia And a arm parted her I'ps. 'But you know the be ginning of your life, your childhood T " 'Ye* my childhood. As you understand it. I had none, but Miss Peyton. 1 will tell you ebout It. It is not a nice story and will place us far apart. My earliest reflection la of going with ¦ heavy, loin-browned woman from house to houM> and pleading for food. Think of the handicap of a sou I scarred with beggary. I galled this woman mother in our tongue, the language of the gypsies. There were half a jioien children of us, my brothers and sisters. hree , m * n • mok *<l *» <3««y In the tenU end I did not know which was my father. •' 'The other children of the camp might have been born of my mother but I realized with a flash that I was not her child. No man there could possibly have been my father 1 told them bo and they, caring only for the pittance I could bring them, were too Indif ferent to c>ny It. I ran away.' •• "I walked for throe day* to Trenton. New ¦Jersey, and begged my food on the way. When I knew I was beyond the reach of the camp I found work with a Dr. Paul Hamilton. He allowed me to read when I had leisure and in a short time I had devoured and digested many rood and bad bock*. At last I came upon the life of Napoleon Bonaparte, and it was the only volume that ever kept me awaic« nil night. I read it, feeling It beyond credence. When morning came I crept Into Dr. Hamil ton's office and aiked, "Is it all true?" "Yes." be answered, "even" word." "I am so glad,*' ta id I. "I was afraid It was a novel." After fliat I read ttrore lives of Napoleon and be '*m» familiar with everything history tell*. T even pinched my companions' ears as be did. . , . ¦ - — ' .'. •*. "Once 1 was playing with some boy* of fcy own eize and we founJ a vine bearing scar- THE TRUTH AND THE FICTION IN THE SOCIALIST AND THE PRINCE let and gold leaves. I made a crown of them, placed it on my head and earned myself Em peror of the French. The following day n.y head wa* swollen with a band of red flesh. The physician said the -leaves of which I wove the crown were poisonous. I became ill frotn fever and tore off th« scarf of skin. That left the- scar on my brow — the flrat that ambition pave me.' '• "Poor fellow!" exclaimed Theodosia, genu inely moved. " 'During my sickness they told me I called "St. Helena. To St. Helena," When I re covered It was as If the delirium continued, f'jr the word "St. Helena" sounded in my eats from dawn till dutk. I was determined to go there and I left a message with my employer, "I have started for fit. Helena." " 'On my way down the s.recte of Trenton I thought of & name for myself. At first I considered Paul Hamilton, that of my em ployer. Presently I uaw the name of Stryne on a door plate. It pleased me, for. like my self, it expressed nothing. I became Paul Stryne. Why pot? I must have a beglnn!:.*. God did not give me any and was it my fault that I made one for myself?' " "Of courte. there is no reason why you should not bear any name you wish,', answered Theodosia. 'but It is so strange actually to know some one who has no family, no name, no tradition, nothing.' " 'I am glad of It. Miss Peyton. My exist ence has b«en all my own.*- retorted he, with an outburst of determination. " 'Tell me, then what did you do?' " 'My name, Paul Rtryne, gave me man hood. I'had a foundation. 1 rfid not beg— I worked— until at last I>each«d New YorK. The first thing I went down to where the. ships docked. I wandered along the great whartcs. " 'Finally a sea captain said to me. "Well, my man, where are you bound for?" ""St. Helena," I answered. H* did not smile. At first I thought it a part of my fever when he r*plied, '•Come with us then; we pass Ht. Helena." Extraordinary as It may se«m, no one directed me to that particular sailing ve» •el. Th* next day we left New York. There is nothing to tell about the voyage except that 1 read and stole.' " " "Stole, Mr. Stryne? How horrible.' " *Y«s; I read all the books that were to be had and stole everything each man knew. I recall a hundred childish devices for making the officers talk. I felt that I had been robbca of schooling and an honest foundation, and so I must not rest until I squeezed dry the brains of all the men. This pirating of other men'a Ideas, manners and experiences began on that Bhlp and lasted the entire voyage. It Is char acteristic of my life. I have stolen every thing which came within the grasp of my mind. I claim the right, tor I was robbed of a beginning. ""I da not recollect anything that I dls flained to learn, a little music, enough danc * n f-, somethlnr atx>ut art. fencing, shooting I idled from one country to another, studying the people, the languages, the history: on* day living with socialists, the next I was the servant of a potentate.' " "Oh. Mr. Stryne, do not tell •me that you were actually a servant,' «xclalroed she, mak ing a grimace of repugnance. ""Often, Ml«s Peyton. What better method Is there of learning the intelligence, the man ner and the secrets of the great? To the observing It is an education.' " 'But it Is not nice. It Is not respectable ' " 'Recollect I did not start to tell you a nice story, nor- a respectable story, but a true story. I have spared you and myself many of the details. At best min« is but a life built upon dregs and decay. I had a certain., number of years allotted to me and I was already late in the race. Should I lose or should I make short cuts. I made chort cuts, for I had aa much right to win as any one. Yet I waa not. Insincere. I be lieved every principle I expounded because I knew it was right. Ii hav« met my kind in all climes and we are all alike. Other men take their thoughts from their beliefs but we because we think, and thought with free ac tion Is democracy; with fettered power It is anarchy. After I met you. Miss Peyton the river was turned a little from Its course, and sometimes I wondered If I uttered my doctrines because they pay, because from them and by them I am to build my life and future Your cold eyes, your frozen features, tell m» I was ln error. Now the water* are back once more flowing straight to their destina tion with a fury. I believe." I believe again. I believe every. word I said.' ~ "iTSf m * n '".. face waa <Jult * paIe as h« walked up and down the drawing-room, the red Bears standing out like a blister. Theo flosla. motionless In her chair sat watchln™ him ag If be were a strange beast " 'You are unnecessarily emphatic about IT, Mr. Stryne. No one has contradicted you.' " 'I beg your pardon, Miss Peyton, but you did.' "'When? Howr " 'When you appeared ln the doorway tha first night I eaw you, showing me the start ling contrast between my life, and yours.. When you came to the prison with your Jew els and bonds. When you met me in your fresh younE beauty on the : street. When I saw you here in your home to-night. What Is it you are always saying to me? That I don't believe my own words, that you are more precious than they. Let me assure you. I believe. I was never so confident of myseli as at this moment. You and I never were so fRr apart an now.' "Theodosia rose, looked at Stryne's agitated, quivering face. She was thrust from him by a thousand Invisible forces. Yet as, if duty forced her sh« asked: "'Have I done anything wrong? I don't feel quite happy about it all.' " 'No, Miss Peyton, you have been most kind.' "Stryne started to go out into the hall. Theodosla seemed to think aloud: 'It Is so strange to learn all - "that. - Mr. Stryne. You were good to tell . me, but I wish you had not. 1 was positive \ou w«re a gentleman.' "His story produced the effect he Intended, and yet It hurt him to see her so cramped and limited by prejudice. His success .was too complete. It would have comforted him somewhat had she; felt, a little, sympathy In stead of mere disenchantment. | " 'No, only the valet of a gentleman,' he answered. 'You - and I alone have knowledge of my entire life. Miss Peyton.' t "."And we shall continue to have also. . I cannot express to you, Mr. Stryne. how murh success 'you deserve,' said she coldly, but still making a pretense of cordiality. "Stryne read from her manner that this waa their farewall and she wished him gone. It gave him courage to reply determinedly. " 'I merit none, I am afraid, but I will have a great deal.' "As he left the Peyton residence and iwuny open the heavy Iron gate Prince Buspoll met him and said : \ ." "Buona sera, Slgnore.' "Stryne saluted without response. . After , this disastrous love scene-- with the daughter of bis enemy Stryne plunges back into the excitement of, the sand lot scenes with renewed energy,' and at one of his meetings deliberately insults his rival, the Prince, who challenges him to THE gUKDAY CALL.. a duel. . Stryne accepts the challenge and the duel takes , place on , the morning: of the election, upon which, Stryne's whole future depends, -The Prince 'Is' seriously wounded and Stryne disappears, leaving his • followers to stave off political defeat as bestthev may. The end of the dory Is so unique that It would be a pity to spoil the -readers' pleasure in the book by betraying what it is. but it is far from the real career of . its . putative hero:i?M?&ggs&&&EmjBBUi <% Y ES, I've read Mr— Fremont Older** / I 'novel, "The Socialist and the M Prince," finishing it at the first sit- ting. She gave me an advance *— * copy on the fly leaf of which was written, "To Paul Stryne from his crea tor, Cora Miranda Older." and In the pas sages where she -described the sand lot meetings and the trouble over my subse quent imprisonment she has written so well that if the book were to be drama tized and the lines that were put Into the mouth of Paul Stryne should suit ma I should be tempted to act the part be fore the footlights. But as for Paul Stryne'a love scenes In the book— well, a chivalrous feeling to ward the author forbids me to criticize them. Still as Mrs. Older was writing a novel to appeal to all classes I suppose the love scenes were necessary. At any rate, my daughter, who has also read the novel, says they are perfectly fascinat ing, but that if she could get her fingers In Theodosia Peyton's glorious wealth of hair she would show her what It means to treat me, or rather Paul Stryne, as Theodosia treated the hero in the novel. Of course, as my own private life, both before, during and after that big agita tion was so different from Paul Stryne' s I cannot give any opinion as to the merits of these love passages. My life., too, since the election that formed the climax of her story has been so- vastly different from what she leaves her readers to infer that it was that the absolute novelty of the ending of her book necessarily docs not strike me as foicibly. as convincingly as It might oth erwise—were it to concern some on* else, for instance. ¦ -. ¦ • . But. though she has written so vividly of those sand lot days, she has skipped some of the striking incidents of my life during those troublous times, such as the plot that was hatched to kill me In Santa Ana the night I was hammered and kick ed Into insensibility, and later the fa mous Palace Hotel meeting when a purse was raised to have me assassinated. Two Nob Hill ladies were my informants and their inf oi niation came within an ace of bringing about a tragedy, and later kept me in striped clothes In the House of Correction for forty days and forty nights. Of the bribe of $350,000 which I refused to oppose the adoption of the new. constitution and the further bribe of $75,000 'which I refused to combine with the "honorable bilks" and help fix up a State ticket, my fight with a newspaper, the shooting of my candidate for Mayor and the subsequent killing of the man who shot him, my hurrying to tbe city on a special train and meeting at the ferry 10,000 armed men all clamoring for his life, my dispersing that crowd with a wave of the hand, the immense recep tions that I received all over the East, and, after the final success of the agita tion, ray winding up by being obliged to make a living by selling coffee at 10 cents a cup on the ocean beach a little this side of the rock on which Stryne and Theodosia stood that awful stormy night she has said nothing. So far from not knowing my real name or my antecedents, as Paul Stryne did in the book, let me say that I was born in Oakmount, County Cork. Ireland. My father was a gentleman's foreman to the magistrate of Oakmount, but died when I was only nine years of age. Before I was 11 I stole awav from home in the winter of 1857 with no money and noth ing in the way of extra wearing apparel excepting a pair of woolen socks made by my mother which 1 carried In my pocket. I knew nothing about a city and never saw salt water. My ambition was the sea, so I skipped as cook on a Col lier, though I. knew nothing about cook ing and had not yet seen a stove. In half a dozen months or so I shipped before the' mast on a deep water ship and soon became a full fledged sailor. As such I visited most of the principal seaports of the earth. As a boy I was very studious I studied navigation and read such books as I cou.d get. I knew Shakespeare by heart, could quote Byron by the ream. Moore, Burns, Shelley and Sir Walter Scott were my constant companions dur ing the watch below. The history of the Denis Kearney and His Ca reer, as He Himself Has Writ ten It for The Sunday Call Aftor Beading Mrs. Older's Novel, Which Is Built Around His Life. French revolution, which I picked upin a ship's forecastle, was a «»°«. '£"$ of tho»e day*, as was ¦»•* the Aw -or Rfason" and the works of *«"*£•• ™«> were my chum* then for the ver> good reason I couid get no others. Ma> Den is from these Incidents that Mrs- Older constructed the ahildhood of &tr>ne. I arrived In this city In 1M7 «»«"»« °™' cer of the clipper ship Shooting Star ami have lived here continuously ever smew. It was during the next ten >'«*" „, I gave up the sea. was quietly marr.e-i and had built up a bis graying businw. when the riot at the Mail Dock. *»»ch Mrs. Older described *o vividly, took place. That was the night I decided to nut my plan to drive the Chinese from i his city In operation. I sacrificed my business, a good one, the future happi ness of a wife and little children, not knowing" but what the next day would find me a corpse, and started In to bat ter jdown the ramparts of corruption which was supported by the allied money power of the State, T hired Dashaway Hall, had 400 circu!ars printed and circulated them from tny Oray whlla going to and fro ln the line of business. The bail waa packed, the Worklngmen's party waa «r ganlzed and I was elected Its president despite my earnest protest. My business called for fourteen hours of my time every day, so I planned on giving two hours every night and half a day on Sun days to the new movement. The meeting passed a resolution to push the organiza tion of clubs Into every ward of toe city and every village ln the State. I proceeded at once to carry out the Instructions of ta» meeting. New clubs were organized every night, great big bonfires directed people to the meeting places and the neighbor hood rang with the hurrahs and shouts of workingmen. Mrs. Older could hiv* based (ana I suppose did) her first two chapters on the above events. Finally X announced a meeting on tha nobbiest nob of Nob Hill to organize- a club In Xh» Sixth Ward. It was th* bis bonfire together with the roars, shouts and tramping of GOCO men to the top of the hill on that night that terrorized people who were easily frightened. Consultations among capi talists Immediately followed and th* ma chinery of the courts was sec ln motion to cast me Into prison. It was here that the meeting between Theodosia and Stryne took place and ths novelist's imagination did the rest. A warrant was issued for my arrest, but so far from having such Iovs scenes as are described in the book I was bowed with grief, for it so happened that my youngest baby died and the funeral was held the same day the warrant came out. On returning to my house after the fune ral I noticed two detectives and a car riage close by, so I sllppad into the house, out the back way and down town I went. It was Saturday night and I was ex pected to address a big crowd opposite the plaza on Kearny street. I had been talking to that crowd for about ten minutes when two police officers combed to the stand and my arrest followed, al most exactly as described in "The So cialist and the Prince." The efforts to ball me out, the enact ment of legislative "gag-laws," the or ganizing of a military force, the special election of a State Senator, all followed quite as Mrs. Older described them, but there were no love scenes at the beach, rto duel with an Italian prince, anil no flight before the election that wa.s to decide the fate of the Chinese move ment. We won the election triumphantly, but it left me financially ruined. My draylng business was netting me about S500 a month at the time. One of my best patrons employed something like 400 Chinamen in his tobacco-house. After the Nob Hill meeting the firm withdrew their patronage and were followed by all of the others with the single exception of the tlrm of Cartan. McCarthy & Co. who have grown rich, while the most of the others went broke. I, however, turn ed the business over to my brother Dan. who ran It for a while, but my name wan against his making much headway and so he let It go for a trifle. Both princi pal and Income disappeared in the short space, of a few months. That was a loss that did not bother me Ynucn. Jt was the loss of my two babies, followed later by the d°ath of my two younger brothers, that grieved me. espe cially so as the rascals refused to let me out of jail long enough to attend tho funeral. • This was a period in my life when there was none of the romance set forth In the novel. I tried to keep my family from starvation by selling refreshments at the beach. When the Park Commissioners fired- me off the beach, tent, coffee ket tlefe, doughnuts and all, 1 opened an em ployment office and a steamship agency and ran It for several years, but on flnd"- Ing the Federal courts were boring holes Into our anti-Chinese exclusion laws I closed ud my office and started out to plug em up. The passage of the Scott exclusion act was the result, and my pubtic career was at an end. and I went back to my wif« and children for the reace I had not known In years.