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Author of “The Kidnapped Millionaires,'* ‘‘Colonel Monroe's Doctrine,” Etc. • Copt bxgiit, 1802, ur I All rights | Coptbioiit, 1003. ur Pbbdbiuck Upbam Adams I reserved I A. J. Übikl Uiddli CHAPTER XV. A Brilliant Campaign. James Blake yet longed for specula tive laurels. His one ambition was to achieve some sweeping coup, and taste the inward Joy of triumph—sweeter far than the undeserved fame which had amassed half a million of dol lars the temptation to risk it was too «trong to be resisted. John Burt had just terminated a campaign which had netted him nearly a million in profit, and John Hawkins had been equally successful. Blake saw a chance and took it. With nerve and skill he forced a stock to a point where vic tory seemed certain; but an unfore seen event ruined his chances at the moment when the spell of ill-luck seemed broken. The market turned, but by a series of moves, brilliant as If inspired by success instead of dis aster, Blake saved himself from a complete rout, and emerged with one half of his capital A few days later he held an Inter view with John Burt—an Interview destined to mark an epoch in his ca reer. “Can you arrange your affairs so as to go to New York for me, starting on Saturday?” asked John Burt. ‘‘l can start to-night if necessary,” replied Blake. “Saturday night will be better.” said Burt. “Two important railroad stocks will decline heavily next week. They are now bouyant, and the public is eager to buy them. I shall have dis posed of my interest in them before you reach New York. Two million dollars will be placed there to your credit. Proceed at once, on your orrival. to sell short one hundred thou sand shares of each of these stocks. You should be able to do this in three days without seriously breaking the murket. You hold in your name be tween five and six million dollars' worth of stocks and bonds, which are listed on the New York exchange. Ex press them to New York at once. I propose to convert them into cash. When I wire you, throw them on the market and sell more of the railroad stocks. This is our introduction to tho Eastern market. We'll discuss the details before you leave, and I ■have absolute faith in your ability to conduct the campaign.” It was a proud moment for Blake. There was no shadow of envy or jeal ousy in his thoughts as he looked into the fqce of the companion of his boy hood. and heard him speak calmly of millions and of launching them against the giants of Wall street. “I can do it! I will do it!" he ex claimed. "I see your plan, and its magnificent. John, magnificent! It will win—win beyond a doubt.” John was silent for a moment, and a far-off look came to his eyes. “I have two important personal com missions for you, Jim,” he said. While in New York ascertain for me if Arthur Morris is alive. Find out what he is doing, and learn what you can about him. The second task is a more delicate one. It concerns Miss Carden. I wish to know " “I know exactly what you want." in terrupted Jim Blake as John hesita ted. "You want to know where she is. how she is. if she loves you. and ” “You need not attempt the latter task.” said John rather shortly. "You are likely to undertake too much. For the present I do not care to acquaint Miss Carden, or any one in the East, with my whereabouts, or even with the fact of my existence. Be careful in this matter. Jim. Of course you will go to Hingham and visit your ■kinsfolk. You can easily learn all I care to know from the Bishops, or per haps from Sam Rounds. If not. go to Boston; but get the facts without calling on Miss Carden. You under stand. don’t you, Jim?” “Certainly I do. old fellow.’’ said Jim heartily. “I’ll be as cautious as a dime-novel sleuth.” After repeated conferences every de tail of the Wall street campaign was agreed upon, ar.d James Blake sot his face toward 3 the East. He arrived in New York on Friday evening. Early the following mcrnlng he appeared in Wall street and pre sented letters of introduction to the banks and brokers who had been se lected by John Burt as agents in the •pending operations. On Monday morning he opened ac counts with brokers and began selling By FREDERICK UPHAM ADAMS small blocks of the two railway stocks. The market was strong, and all offer ings were eagerly absorbed. In three days he had sold one hundred thou sand shares of each stock, and the market was stationary. He wired the fact to John Burt and received In structions. The following day he be gan the cash sale of the stocks and se curities. When half of them were sold the market began to weaken. On Thursday morning he received a cipher telegram which, when trans lated, read as follows: "Sell remainder of securities at market price, and then ofTer railroads A and B in five thousand lots. “J. B.” Beneath the weight of these offer ings the market trembled and then broke sharply. I-ate in the afternoon came the news of the resignation of powerful directors on railroads A and B; the organization of a competing line, and the passage of a resolution for enormous bond issues. When James Blake went to bed late Saturday night it was after fifty hours of work without sleep. He had prac tically concluded one of the most de cisive campaigns ever waged on the street. Before turning out the lights he again read a telegram received a few hours before, and his handsome face flushed with pleasure as he read: “Accept my congratulations on your superb handling of our campaign. Mr. Hawkins joins In salutations and we drink your health. J. B.” " ‘Our’ campaign?" said Blake, half aloud. "That’s the highest of com pliments. John must have won tor tunes. and I’m a millionaire at last. Wonder if I can sleep. Here goes.” He dropped into a slumber deep and untroubled ns that of a child. James Blake found himself the Wall street hero of the hour. He was ac claimed the young financial giant from tho Pacific slope—a market Ivanhoe who had driven his lance through the armor of famed knights and warriors. He drank deep of the glorious nectar of victory. The day had dawned when he could accept honors fairly won. While admitting that John Burt was the master-mind of the campaign, Blake knew that he had played no small part In Its consummation. He had Invested every dollar of his own. He had carried his stock to the bot tom of the market and covered in time to profit on the reaction. In a week of furious conflict he had not made a mistake. New York threw open her gates as to a victorious general, proud to be looted in honor of his fame. She be came the opulent and willing mistress to his pleasures. She fanned his fevered brow and whispered soft words of praise Into his ears. He banqueted with money kings In staid bid clubs; he met as an equal the dashing young scions of wealth around the boards In fashionable cafes; ho drifted through drawing rooms brilliant in light, and looked in to tho admiring faces of radiant women: he mingled with the jeweled throng in playhouse and opera; he read his name and the story of his fame in tho public prints—and he for got John Burt. He spent an evening in a Fifth Ave nue Club —the guest of a young bank er and broker who had profited from the coup. Blake was faultlessly dressed, and his fine face was more handsome than ever. He goodnatur edly declined to discuss his triumphs in California, but told with spirit, frankness and humor the tales of suc cessive reverses and modestly at tributed his recent run of success to luck. "You must transfer your activities to New York.” advised young Kings ley. who had been willed several mil lions and a banking business. “San Francisco is too small and provincial for you. Ah. here comes a fellow you must meet!” A thick-set young man had entered the room. He stood and listened with a bored expression to a friend who was enthusiastic over some matter, and persisted in repeatedly shaking hands. "That’s Morris —Arthur Morris.” ex plained Kingsley. “Son of old Ran dolph Morris—don't you know. Pere Morris retiied from business two weeks ago and turned everything over to Arthur. He was a wild one, but hos settled down. The Morris rail lions won't shrink In his hands. I want you to know him. Blake." When Morris’ name was mentioned Blake started and gazed Intently at the stolid face and heavy figure In the far corner of the smoking-room. With shame he recalled that he had made no Inquiry concerning this man, whose death or existence meant so much to John Burt. For a moment his nerves tingled, and he longed to walk across the room and choke Morris for John’s sake, but he reflected that this was folly. It was enough to know that Morris lived. John Burt was dead —so far as Arthur Morris was concerned —and Blake, as John's reincarnation, threw himself on guard, determined to profit to the utmost by the incident. “Glad to see you, old man!” ex claimed Kingsley, rising to greet Mor ris. “I want you to know my friend, Mr. Blake —Mr. James Blake, of San Francisco —Mr. Arthur Morris. You certainly have heard " “ ’Pon ray word this Is unexpected luck!” Arthur Morris thrust forward a soft hand and winced as Blake clasp ed It with simulated heartiness. “Delighted to meot you, Mr. Blake!” Morris exclaimed. "Been looking for you everywhere! Sent my card to your apartments this evening. By Jove, you're a corker, don’t you know, Mr. Blake! Walter, a bottle of Perler Gouet, ’54. I want to drink your health, Mr. Blake.” “Glad to meet you. Mr. Morris!” said James Blake, looking him full In the eyes. "I've heard of your father, and the famous old firm, and learned only to-day that you’ve succeeded him in business.” Two years spent by Arthur Morris in an apprenticeship to the trade of money grasping and holding had seamed the puffed, round face with hard lines. Tho once dull eyes glow ed with the newly-lighted fires of avarice. The sensuous lips dropped at the comers with a cruel curve. Tho former air of Indifference was re placed by the alertness of defense and aggressiveness. Close observers predicted a great ca reer for Arthur Morris. His father was delighted with the transformation and did not hesitate to give to his heir the keys which unlocked the Mor ris treasurer vaults. The hours glided by to the music of clinking glasses and the rising clatter of conversation. And as James Blake talked and listened and drank, his aversion to Arthur Morris relaxed, j He loved John Burt and was eager to espouse his cause, but John had not commissioned him to quarrel with Arthur Morris. Perhaps the affair of the years beforo was only a boyhewd dispute? He glanced nt the white expanse of Morris' shirt front and wondered If tho scar of John’s bullet showed over his heart. Morris lived, and the thought came to Blake that the score was even between John and the young million aire. The feud had made John rich — why should John complain? And Arthur Morris did not seem to be such a bad sort of a fellow after all. Thus reasoned Blake as Morris took his arm nnd led him away from the noisy club men. “Say we get out of this?” said Mor ris. proffering a cigarette case. “You’ll be my guest to-night, Blake! Won't listen to a refusal, my dear fellow! I’ve bachelor apartments, and anything you ask is yours. I want to have a quiet chat with you. Let's make our excuses and stroll to Delmonlco's for a bite of supper. Then we'll go to my rooms.*' Blake accepted tho Invitation and after supper they drove to the Morris apartment. “I’m rather fond of these quarters, don’t you know." said Morris, as he showed his guest through a suite worthy of a Lucullus. "Picked up some of this stuff abroad, and the governor contributed tho rest of it. Rammohun, serve us that 1809 brandy!” The Indian servant bowed and moved noiselessly away. Morris open ed a writing-desk and glanced at a number of unopened letters. (To be continued.) SHIRTS MUST HAVE SHRUNK. Red Flannel Garment Wife Mistook for Coral Necklace. “Jim” Sullivan tells of a friend, a sufTerer from rheumatism, who. hear ing during the early part of the win ter that red flannel worn next to the body was a remedy for that com plaint. purchased several undershirts made of that material. The clerk as sured him that the goods were guar anteed In every particular. About two weeks afterward Mr. Sullivan’s friend revisited the shop where he had bought the red flannel shirts and registered a big kick against the perpetuation against him of what he termed "a fearful swindle.” "What's the matter?” asked the proprietor. "Have the shirts faded or shrunk?” "Faded! Shrunk!” howled the man "What do you think my wife said to me when I came down to breakfast yesterday with one of them on? Well, sir. she smiled sweetly and asked: “ ‘Why are you wearinr my pink coral necklace around your throat, John?’ ” —New York Times. Russia's Army. It has been estimated that the to tal war footing of the Russian army after calling out all the reserves amounts to 5,250,000 men. or more than ten times that of Japan. The soldiers are drawn from the Ignorant peasant class and the officers from the governing ranks cf society. Should Russia call out all her troops she will have 78.827 officers, 5.180,- 958 soldiers, 613.400 horses and 4,000 cannon. Germany Is the only nation that exceeds Russia In Its military equipment. NO CALL FOR INTERFERENCE. Wife Thought She and Her Husband Got Along Reasonably Well. J. Adam Bede, is fond of telling a story of what he vows was a real ex perience in one of the 'remote corners of his district. “I was traveling around just before election, of course purely for pleas ure," lie says, “when passing a small house in a little clearing 1 heard a terrible uproar Inside. A free fight of large proportions seemed to be in progress. Abandoning ray horse, I rushed to the door. My knocking was drowned by the disturbance, so I pushed open the door and entered. A husband and wife were having a little controversy. He was armed with a wooden ladle and she with a heavy frying pan. and they were belaboring each other unmercifully. "The fact is, they were about even ly matched, but I did not have time to see this, and fearing the women would be hurt. I seized the man by the collar and dragged him back, gasping and speechless. Not so tho woman. With a final bang of tho pan over his head she turned on me savagely and said; ” *See here, what right have you butting in? Go on and mind youtf own business! I’d have you to un derstand that we get along about as well as most married folks!" —Satur- day Evening Post. BOOKMARKS OF ALL SORTS. City Librarian Hat Collection Left by Forgetful Persons. “Anything in sight will do for bookmarks,” said a librarian of a city circulating library recently. "Many In returning books forget to keep their bookmarks. As a result 1 have an large collection of odd things in the bookmark line. “Among them were stacks of let ters. business letters of importance, letters containing grocery bills, gas bills, meat bills, due bills, bills of sale, mortgages and Insurance poli cies. social letters, family letters and letters of the amorous sort, photo graphs, hairpins, spectacles, keys, scissors and single keys sufficient to equip a gang of burglars." Wild Flowers. Scan-*- known by name. they pie the ground With motley colors, starry forma. In them the minuet skies are found That follow after, storms. And blurs of crimson, blue and gold. Their graceful chnllces unfold. While 'inld the dead leaves pile and pent Humbly they live and die content. Huge oaks shove them lift their heads And drop the acorn, shed the leaf. The harvest Hold far round them sheds Plenty In many a sheaf. And they, half fragrant, brighten earth. Low In the shadows where there's dearth Of pain or pleusure. love or fife. Far from the world's mud. ceaseless strife. They speak no message, net no part. Th--y have no works to show; Deep hidden here they touch no heart. And <lo not ask to know; Yet If one meet the eye of man It all unfolds the Master plan— The Power that painted this fair bloom. For man can have no futile doom. —Charles W. Stevenson In New York Observer. Birds Lived Long in Captivity. After seventy-five years of captiv ity, female eagle owl has just died In an aviary In England. Brought from Norway in 1829. this bird within the last thirty years has reared no less than ninety young. Although the eagle owl is reputed to live to a great age, there appear to be but few re corded instances where the age could be definitely ascertained. A golden eagle which died at Vienna in 1719 was known to have been captured 104 years previously, and a falcon, of what species Is not recorded, is said to have attained an age of 162 years. A white-headed vulture, taken in 1706 died In the zoological gardens at Vienna in 1824, thus living 118 years in captivity. Destructive Ivy. A striking, lesson as to the destruc tive effects of the unchecked growth of ivy can now be seen a few miles to the north of London. A fine old parish church has been wrecked by the green parasite, which lias been too long encouraged from a false idea of picturesque beauty—the old Essex Church of All Saints, Chingford. Last February. In the midst of bleak, windy weather, the crash came; the whole roof of the nave and south aisle collapsed in a complete wreck, baking and Imperiling the walls, which are bound speedily to follow. —The Athenaeum. Quieting the Baby. The young medical student was try ing to photograph his two-year-old nephew. Two-years-old refused to sit still. It was an affectation with the student to carry a stethoscope In his inside pocket. He took it out and placed tho ear pieces in the little boy’s ears and the sounder on his stomach. Then as the baby diges tive system sent up some sort of queer rumble which was reproduced by the stethoscope in resounding roars, the little boy's face grew rapt with an over-powering scientific in terest and the shutter snapped. Negligence Caused Riot. At Daimlel, a town in Central Spain. ti procession was arranged in honor of the Virgen de las Cruces. The city authorities failed to provide a band for the occasion, which so incensed those who were in the procession ihat they marched to the court house and broke all the windows with .-tones. Then they bombarded the house of the alcalde with stones «.nd set it on fire. The firemen were Im peded in their work, and It took the town's whole police force to quell the riot. BEFORE FAME REACHED HIM. Letter Written by Great French Author in Pessimistic Mood. A letter written by Talne. the groat French author, during the years that he struggled for recognition has been published recently. He writes: "A vision of a book worth writing lias been flitting before my eyes; I am sorry for it. Those momentary delu sions awuken the passionate animal which I believed to be crushed or asleep, and I afterward fall back Into reality with great bitterness. Then I have to cool myself down with ice cold arguments. I hope, with time, to succeed in killing my old self and only preserving the machine. I treat myself every morning with the follow ing sentence: ’A codfish coutalns 4.M00.000 eggs, 200 of which reach the adult stage.' It is natural that 1 should be one of the 3.999.800 others! This phrase, properly applied and suf ficiently soaked in a Spinoza infusion, helps one to become a reasonable and worthy beast in an overcoat, a black tie -and spectacles, working as regu larly as a mill horse, generally es teemed. useful to society and perfect ly worthy of being a navvy or u min ister.” WROTE WHILE IN PRISON. Famous Poets Composed Great Works in Solitude. John Bunyan wrote "Pilgrim's Prog ress" during one of his terms in pris on, which altogether lasted twelve years. The brilliant Frenchman. Mir aheau, during his three years’ impris onment at Vincennes, wrote many pamphlets and his "Lettres de cachet et prisons d’etat.” Luther, while in the solitary castle of Wartburg, wrote that noble hymn "Ein Feste Burg, Ist Unser Gott.” During his thirteen years’ confinement in the tower of London Sir Walter Raleigh wrote a history of the world from the creation to 150 B. C. Daniel Defoe, who was imprisoned for two years for the pub lication of an Ironical pamphlet en titled "The Shortest Way with Dis senters," produced during his impros oninent several of the 210 works he Is said to have written. The poet Love lace wrote "I«ucasta” while a political prisoner, and the Roman philosopher, Boethius, wrote In prison a work sin gularly appropriate to his situation — “Ou the Consolation of Philosophy " Midsummer Day Festival. Midsummer day, or St. John the Baptist’s day. Is a festival of much Importance among the Masur peasant girls In East Prussia. On this day they each make a wreath, and each in turn tries to throw her wreath so as to lodge it on a fruit tree. A girl must keep on throwing until her wreath stays in the branches and the number of attempts Is supposed U> In dicate the number of years she will have to wait to get married. When the girls are thus engaged the young men of tho village stand around chaf fing them when they miss. The girl who lands her wreath at the first at tempt Is vehemently applauded. The Masurs are Poles who live In that part or Prussia which was once part of Poland. “Praise Not the Day Till It Is Over.” Thou shnlt not prills-' the day till night Is falling. However fair its dawn and noon may he: Ofttlines at eventide come storms appall ing. Hetting the lightning and the thunder free. Thou shalt not blame the day till It la , Though It has brought thee flood and hurricane; Full *>ft at nightfall comes dee" pe-vee. descending In sunset gold and roses, glorious gain. I'ralse each fair tuorn that calls thee up from sleeping. And through the hot day work v/lth all thy might Then leave the evening hour In Heavens keeping. Which sent both winter cloud and sum mer light. —\\ e-tmlnster Gazette. Too Much for Bismarck. During a visit to London Bismarck was invited to Inspect a famous brew ery. and. in acknowledgment of his reputation lor beer drinking, an enor mous tankard of old ale was set be fore him. “I seized the tankard.” said the iron chancellor, "ami I thought of my country and drank to Prussia and tilted it till It was em pty. Then I thanked my entertainers and succeeded in making my way as far as London bridge. There I sat down in one of tho stone recesses and for a considerable length of time the great bridge went round nu<J i round me.” Blunders in Translation. In New Britain a missionary, in translating, was seeking some native idiom to convey the idea of a binding oath, when a chief suggested that the desired phrase was. "I would rather speak to my wife’s mother than do such and such a tiling.” In British Columbia a missionary wanted his catechist to translate “A crown of glory that fadeth not away.” This was done to the satisfaction of all concerned, but ultimately the mlfl ft»onary found to his horror that it had been rendered. "A hat that never wears out!” Pipe Made of Bamboo. A traveler in the Philippines writes: "You see that girl coming along the streets carrying a long cyl inder of bamboo upon her shoulder? She is returning from the water works and is carrying home a good supply of clean drinking water. Yes, it is a big bamboo tube—surely eight feet long and twenty-two Inches at least In circumference. The Inside iXvlslons have been forced out by meats of a stick nnd the Internal compartments all combined Into oao. It holds T lot of liquid.” English vs. American Hotels. Landlord Simeon Ford of New York, who has Just come back from foreign ports, tells how much easier It Is to keep a hotel in England than in this country. If an Englishman doesn't want mutton chops for hts breakfast, he wants bacon and eggs. Tho land lord can depend on that. Over here, however, it is different. The hotel! keeper must cater to dozens of distinct food zones, and the bill of faro must take in everything, including scrapple, hog and hominy, pie, doughnuts and all the other local specialties. “The habit of serving seventy-five bad things to eat In seventy-five separate canary bird baths I regard as a draw back to our country hotej-s,” say* landlord Ford. Teeth Made of Paper. One of the most novel inventions which halls from Germany is false teeth made from paper. Many of the dentists are using thorn and find them to be entirely satisfactory. They have several advantages over the ordinary ones made of porcelain or mineral composition, as they are cheap, do not break or chip, are not sensitive to heat or cold, nor has the moisture ul the mouth any affect upon them. Arriving at a Verdict. Kushequa, Pa.. Aug. 1. — (Special)- In this section of Pennsylvania there Is a growing belief that for such Kid ney Diseases ns Rheumatism and Lame Back there is only one sure cure and that is Dodd's Kidney Pills. This belief grows from such cases as that of Mrs. M. I*. Davison of this place. She tells tho story herself as follows; "I have suffered from Rheumatism for thirty years ami find that Dodd's Kidney Pills have done me more good than any medicine I have ever taken. I was also bothered with Hack and I can only say that my back hasn’t bothered mo since I toolc Dodd’s Kidney Pills." Considering that Mrs. Davison only took two boxes of Dodd's Kidney Pills, the result would be considered won derful If it were not that others are reporting similar results daily. Kushe qua is fast arriving at a verdict that "Dodd’s Kidney Pills are the one sure cure for Rheumatism.” Nice Girl—Which is the luckiest day In the week to get married on? Cynical Bachelor—l think it’s safest to wait for the eighth. Every housekeeper should know that if they will buy Duflauce Cold Water Starch for laundry us# they will save not only time, becauso It never sticks to the Iron, but becauso each package contains 16 oz.—one full pound—while all other Cold Water Starches are put up In %-pound pack ages, and tho price Is tho same, 10 cents. Then again becauso Deflunce Starch Is free from all Injurious chem icals. If your grocer tries to sell you a 12-oz. package It Is because he ha» a stock on hand which he wishes to dispose of before bo puts In Defiance. Ho knows that Defiance Stnrch liaa printed on every package In large let ters and figures "16 ozs.” Demand Defiance and save much time and money and tho annoyance of the Iron atlckftig. Deflanco novor sticks. Tact Is the art of doing tilings with* ..hi appeal mg lo .1.. 11 ■ •*in $100 Reward, $100 The reader* ..f thin paper will be plca*rd to le»rn ttntt there l» at leant one .treaded dlteaan dial a.-lenre baa been able t„ i'ur« In all Itn «t«ge*. and that W Catarrh. Haifa < aiarrh < urn I* the only P<*«U!va cure now known to the tne.ll.-al fraternity. < atarrti being a r.iiiatltutlolißl dUesae. require* a oiiatUu tlonal treatment. Half- < alarrli Care la taken In ternally. acting directly upon 'be blood and mucous aurfacea of the ayaieui, thereby deatraylng the foundation of the dl-eaw. apd girliuj lb- patient strength by building up the e-iii*tMutton and aaalat fng nature In doing Ita work. 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