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of his fellow men, rich and poor, held
most sacred in his manly bosom where
beat a heart ever warm towards those
he styled the misguided ones. Misquoted
by his enemies, misunderstood by
friends, but not misled by either, he
died a victim of the hatred and malice
of beasts that bear the name and wor
ship the image that he fought to his
latest hour. And the comparative few
that have stood by him in opposing the
wrong are maligned, scourged and ar
raigned for crucifixion as was Jesus
Christ for doing only good to others. In
the future as in the past they will stand
opposed to the same enemy of the peo
ple, private gold in exchange for the
people’s bonds, the greatest curse oi
the ages, written of by inspired men
two thousands of years ago.
We all know that seven great Chris
tian nations have been deceived by the
sorceries of the gold standard manipu
lators. Why all intelligent people, even
our children, know that the value of an
labor, all productions of labor, and all
wealth has been given to gold, this dol
lar above all other dollars, measuring
all values, buying and selling the wealth
of all nations.
No bushel of wheat or other product
of labor has one cent’s worth of value in
it, to the producer, the value is in the
dollar, and the dollar in the hands of
the man with the mark of the beast,
that buys and sells. If gold, or the
beast mark wheat on exchange in New
Vork tomorrow at 80 cents per bushel
out! a producer of wheat sends 1,000
bushels there, freight, grading, weigh
ing, inspecting and commission is
charged up against it, then the word
of money, the mark of the beast sells
and buys.
If that thousand bushels of wheat
graded by private gold or money which
in buying and selling is equal to gold,
sells for one cent a bushel less than the
charges against it, the beast draws on
the farmer for $lO.
Who can buy or sell in this city?
None but those bearing the mark of
the dollar, measured by gold, the image
of the beast, that the people must wor
ship or be starved, or as the Bible has
it, killed.
Had the majority of our legislators
for the last 30 years been men with the
ability and honor of Ignatius Donnelly,
today the poor would have the gospel
preached to them ana many tnousanus
would be alive and in the enjoyment of
home and friends that now till the graves
of paupers, lunatics and debauches.
S. M. FAIRCHILD.
TWISTS REACHING OUT.
I.ntost Development Is the Great
Traimportation Combine.
The “community of ownership' idea, said
to be an invention of John G. Carlisle,
which is to be used by the Morgan-Rock
efeller-Hill triumvirate in bringing üßder
one management the most colossal trans
portation combine the world has ever
known, is intended to accomplish among
other things an evasion of the adverse
ruling of the supreme court against the
Joint Traffic association, says the Kansas
City Times.
By having one company practically own
ing a majority of the great railroad lines
it is expected that the flanking of the
Sherman law prohibiting “unlawful com
bines in restraint of trade" can be effected.
The defense that these consolidators if the
law to restrain them is invoked may make
will be that they are not a number of
railroads separately owned and managed,
association in an agreement to charge
specified and inflexible rates, but that they
are in fact one organization in ownership
and management.
Another purpose these three men and
their associates have in view is outlined
in an article in the Chcago Record of
Jan. 7, in which it is stated that the finan
cial powers controlling the destines of the
great railway systems of the nation are
planning one of the biggest economical re
forms in the history of American railroad
operations. The intention is to dispense
with the vast army of traveling passenger
and freight agents and other officials di
rectly engaged in the soliciting of busi
ness for the lines.
Should the plan be carried out The Record
estimates that it means the discharge of
more than 50,000 men and the annual
saving of millions of dollars to the carry
ing companies.
Here we have a trefoil exemplification
of the fruitage of the trust development
which the policy of the Republican party
lias caused to blossom and grow rank
upon our soil, sucking away the strength
of the multitude of minor business inter
ests. narrowing the opportunities for wage
earners and nullifying the expression of
popular will at the polls through the
leverage of the corrupting inuences that
vast wealth and the control of the arteries
of commerce can exert.
The law restraining trusts is proposed
to be defied by the invention of an in
genious technicality, an army of wage earn
ers is be thrown helpless into a field of
employment constantly and rapidly narrow
ing, and tlfe millions of shippers through
out the country and the traveling public
ate to be placed under whatever tribute the
participators in this “community of own
ership" scheme may choose to impose upon
them. —National Republican.
The consolidation schemes now in
progress are truely stupendous. Every
thing is working lovely. We couldn’t
have planned it better ourselves. The
railroads are taking the lead in these
consolidation schemes. They will be
first to pass under the wire in the mad
race to get under one management.
Railroads are to a large extent re
sponsible for all other monopolies.
Standard Oil made its start by a rail
road rebate. Morgan has cornered and
got control of the nation’s coal supply
through controlling the coal-carrying
railroads. He could fix the freight rate
to be paid by his competitors and thus
force them out of business.
It has been said “the protective tariff
is the mother of trusts,” but the rail
road monopoly is the father of trusts.
Many people still believe the old
chestnut that if the government would
take off the tariff trusts would disap
pear.
As a remedy for the trust evil we be
lieve one small measure of public own
ership is worth a cartload of tariff.
These consolidations are the short
est route to public ownership of ail
monopolies., Railroads are first in logi
cal order because they are the feeders
for all the others. Let them consoli
date. The sooner the work is completed
the sooner the people will see their best
interests lie in public ownership.
E. A. T.
PERSONAL.
PRETTY, honorable girl, very wealthy,
desires early marriage. I. 8., box
948, Milwaukee, Win.
IN THE
LABOR WORLD
■ v. ■ —.
Sliort Hoar*.
The figures furnished by Prof. Hetzka,
the Austrian economist, to show that
were all able-bodied adults between the
ages of 21 and 45 put at productive la
bor, using the present machinery and
mechanical appliances, it would require
2VZ hours per day from each to supply
all the wants of the people of that coun
try, have been called in question by
some. But now comes an American stu
dent, J. L. Franz, and proves, in the
December issue of the International
Socialist Review, that a better showing
even than this can be made for the
United States.
The problem Mr. Franz set himself
was this: Proceeding from the present
state of mechanical productive power,
how much time or daily labor would be
needed under Socialism to create all
the means of comfortable standard of
life, wholesome recreation and the high
est possible culture for all the’members
of the commonwealth.”
Taking the thirteenth annual report
of the United States commissioner of
labor as the source of his facts, he finds
the labor cost of 22 agricultural pro
ducts. Thus the labor cost of a bushel
of barley is five and a fraction minutes,
or, expressed in the money equivalent,
two cents; of a bushel of wheat, a little
over nine minutes, or 3.44 cents; of a
ton of hay (baled) 15 hours and 7.8
minutes, or $1.29.
Now, selecting wheat from among the
other articles, he proceeds to ascertain
the “aggregate” labor cost of a bushel
of wheat—that is, the lacor cost from
the time the ground is prepared and the
seed sown to the time the wheat is de
livered to the retail wheat merchant. To
the labor cost of 9.43 minutes he adds
the other costs, as follows, seed grain,
one-twelfth of a bushel, .79 of a minute;
loading, transferring grain from stor
age bins to steamship, .54 of a minute;
unloading, transferring grain from canal
boat to storage bins, .30 of a minute;
railroad freight, 1,000 mites, per ton per
mile, 21 (40 bushels to one ton) 10 min
utes, fertilizer, 4 minutes; depreciation
of machinery, implements, etc., 8 min
utes; superintendence, bookkeeping,
clerical labor, etc., 12 minutes; cost other
than specified, 5 minutes; total aggre
gate cost 50.06 minutes, or $16.63 cents.
Then for the sake of having rouna
figures for easier reckoning, he adds
ten minutes to the aggregate cost, thus
making one bushel of wheat cost ou?
hour in labor.
He next finds that 350,000.000 bushels
a year is the amount needed for home
consumption; and that the number of
persons now actually engaged in pro
duction of this quantity of wheat, in
cluding small farm owners, members of
their families and laborers, varies in the
neighborhood of 1,000,000.
As it takes only one hour to produce
one bushel, to produce 350,000,000 bush
els, it will take exactly the same number
of hours; thus a million persons would
need to work only about 87 days of 4
hours each, or 300 days of 1 hour each;
or 250,000 persons working four hours
all the year through, Sundays and holi
days excepted, could produce all the
wheat needed by the entire population
of 80,000,000 people.
These figures, derived from an in
vestigation of the cost of wheat produc
tion, as a basis, and extending his in
quiry to the manufacturing industries,
Mr. Franz arrives at the further con
clusion that “one hour’s work per day
of 50,000,000 adults and able-bodied per
sons of this nation is sufficient to per
form all the work reasonably required
to satisfy the national demand for all
the products or services available from
agriculture and manufacture, transport
ation and distribution, and also of
science and art —in a word, of all kinds
of occupations that are to furnish the
means of sustaining, elevating and re
fining them l”
In other words, if our industrial sys
tem were properly organized and placed
on a scientific basis for wealth produc
tion and distribution, we should need
to work only four hours a day for three
months in the year to produce all the
necessities and a goodly supply of lux
uries of life.
In New Zealand, where railways are
owned by the government, small ship
pers secure as low It rate as larger ones.
A farmer can send 56 pounds of garden
truck to market in the city for only 12
cents.
A seven-pound parcel can be sent
anywhere in New Zealand for 25 cents.
The government owns and operates the
railroads.
Si'hnrk & Copeliu Mimufact uriiiK Co.
Few of the general public realize the
important part the factory of Schock
& Copelin Manufacturing company
plays in the Minneapolis furniture in
dustry, nor, indeed, does the average
man even know that the maker of
frames is the chief factor in the excel
lence or lack of it that furniture pos
sesses, yet the costliest couch oi tete-a
tete and the daintiest chair that adorns
the parlor depends upon the rigidity of
its frame for its life., and the frame
maker, instead of the upholsterer, is re
sponsible for that piece of furniture’s
reputation. Not many factories are
equipped with the machinery necessary
to frame-making, and as the trade is
a distinct branch of furniture carpen
try, requiring special skill and knowl
edge, most of the local furniture makers
rely upon the Schock concern for their
frames. For such service the firm is
notably well equipped. The factory al
1820 Sixth street northeast is supplied
with modern machinery, and employs
a competent force of expert workmen
in the production of all kinds and styles
of lounge and parlor furniture frames,
made in any required style or finish and
marketed at prices which defy competi
tion. An adjoining mill is operated os
a picture frame and molding factory,
and this output comprising every sort of
plain and ornamental picture-frame ma
terial, easels, wall-pockets and decora
tive wood novelties, finds its consumers
all over the Northwest. This enter
prise was started some six years ago,
upon an extremely small scale, by P.
Schock, F. Erickson and L. Erickson.
Success attended the venture from the
beginning, and it grew so rapidly that
a year of existence saw it attain nearly
to its present size, the firm building
most of the capacious plant now occu
pied during 1893, and now again enlarg
ing the factory.
Growth of this healthy character is
forced by merit, and fostered by pro
gressive methods, and the future pros
perity of this representative house seem
well assured.
Prosperity for tlie Railroads.
There is being made up in St. Pad! a
private train which will carry J. J. Hill,
of the Great Northern, and the railway of
flcals over tens of thousands of miles of
railway lines. The object of this journey
is to reduce the expenses of the operating
departments of the railroad systems over
which it travels, and it is estimated that
50,000 men will lose their jobs between the
time this train passes out of the snow
covered yards of St. Paul, and the time the
engine whistles for the town on Its return
trip. Fifty thousand men, or more, will
go out onto the street, without hope or
expectation that the places they filled will
ever again be open to them. For the year
ly millions that there.are in it for Rocke
feller and Morgan and Hill, these jobs will
be abolished—traveling freight and passeng
er agents will be decapitated by the whole
sale, city freight and ticket offices closed,
railway yards and freight houses consoli
dated, and where in towns there has here
tofore been from two to 12 local freight
and ticket offices, there will in the future
be one. This to the end that property may
profit. At a low estimate, the bread to
250,000 mouths will be stopped, and upon
the hunger thus produced, will be built the
avalanche of wealth to be squarndered by
the profligates, both titled and otherwise,
of the Old World and the New. The pro
ducers get no benefit—that all goes to those
who hold the bonds. The public pays-ju
as much for transportation as it did be
fore. but the consumption of products is
increased and this army of out-out-work
men produces others of their kind. But
this is what the people voted so strongly
at the last election. It is what they want.
They want to own nothing themselves —
and as sure as the sun shines, they will
never own anything or be anything until
they know enough and have enough strength
of character to enter the field and give
battle for their rights. So, here's success
to Hill and his decapitation train.—Apeal.
A City Owned l»y Workingmen.
In Tell City, Ferry county, Ind.. such is
the case. The workingmen of that city
own, control and operate the factories and
fix the price of labor. The toilers are
formed into companies, and operate their
factories singly. There is, however, no
common Durse for citizens. Each man must
make a living 'for his own family, but the
matter of employment is so simplified, that
the difficulty of this is minimized. The
city was founded in 1853 by the Swiss Col
onization sociey, of Cincinnati. Each fac
tory in the city is owned by a stock com
pany of citizens. They were started years
ago by small sums furuished by individuals.
Year by year the business grew, and as
soon as a dividend was declared, this money
was added to that already in the business.
In this .way new buildings were erected,
and great sums of money were eventually
invested in the industries which have made
Tell City a flourishing and famous manu
facturing center of wooden utensils of all
kinds. Each stockholder in a factory in
Tell City selects its own board of managers
and superintendent, who are always stock
holders. Each laborer is paid at the end of
the week, according to the amount of work
done, or at a siiuplated sum per hour. The
vartous industries employ 595 workmen,
end represent nearly $700,000 of capital.
There are no unemployed, and everybody is
busy and contented, and most of the work
men own their own homes.
H. H. Taylor.
Economy and utility are closely allied
in many of the industries that flourish
in Minneapolis, but nowhere are the
two more evident than in the products
of the busy factory at 617 and 619 Bryant
avenue north, where H. H. Taylor en
gages in a manufacturing enterprise
quite unlike any other the city has. Mr.
Taylor's business could be described as
the making of new floor coverings out
of old ones.
Prior to the advent of the Taylor fac
tory in 1881 no one hereabouts had found
any possible use for a carpet which was
so worn as to be unsightly. Old car
pels, whether of ingrain, brussels, Wil
ton velvet, or whatever, became dis
carded when their surface showed signs
of hard wear and the average carpet's
life hardly exceeded five years. Mr.
Taylor, with looms of his own invention,
proposed to make these old carpets into
new ones and handsome rugs, using
from five to seven pounds of the worn
out carpet for each square yard, and
producing a result more durable than
the carpet had been. Rug making is
the specialty of the establishment, and
no carpet, if it is not worn threadbare,
is so old that the Taylor looms cannot
fashion a novel and serviceable rug
from it. Any size is made on the big
looms, which carry a rug 12 feet wide
and as long as required, while the uni
fore rate, ranging from 75 cents to $1
a square yard, puts the product within
anyone’s reach at a cost far below that
of a new carpet of the same size, and
yet affords a floor-covering of greater
durability and handsomer appearance
than could he bought. Decidedly “new
carpets for old” is a success, as Mr. Tay
lor has proved.
State factory inspector of New York re- i
ports as follows: “Under the tenement- j
house system of manufacture our beneficent
laws restricting the hours of labor for all I
women and minors and prohibiting the !
employment of children are set at naught. ‘
The inducement of long hours of toil and ;
the utilization of chiid labor in order to i
swell the pittance received from unserup- i
ulous manufacturers and contractors is un- j
doubtedly one of its most baneful evils. !
This condition can never be successfully or j
wholly regulated in the home as it can be
in the shop or factory. Tenement-house j
manufacture is also au unmixed evil from |
a sanitary standpoint. The danger of the
contamination and of the wholesale spread
of disease as a result thereof is one of the
greatest dangers attendant thereon.”
Last year the Standard Oil company dis
tributed dividends as follows: In March.
S2O per share; in June, $10; in September,
$8; and in December, $10; total S4B per
share, or $48,000,000. On March 15 next
another dividend of $20,000,000 will be made.
From IS9I to 1895 12 per cent was paid.
The total jumped to 31 per ceut in 1896;
the year following it was 33 per cent; in I
1898. 30 per cent; in 1899. 33 per cent, and
last year. 38 per cent. In spite of these
liberal payments the company has reserve
enough to maintain a $40,000,000 surplus.
All this wealth would belong to the people
under a proper system of government
ownership.
She —A married couple should puil
together like a team of horses.
He—Yes, and they probably would if.
like a team of horses, they had but
one tongue between them.
THE REPRESENTATIVE: . THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 14. 1901.
THE BOERS
WHL WIN
r f ,
i
Prediction of Joseph Schweit
cher in a -South African
Letter.
He Claims That Discontent
Deigns in the Brit
ish Camps.
* *
* Conditions in South Africa are *
* nearing a crisis. A speedy capltu- *
* lation Is at hand, but it will not be a
* capitulation of the Boers. Every in- *
•X- dication is now in favor of thef *
* Transvaalers, who are by every 4$
* clock tick nearing step by step the *
* success of their cause. Discontent *
* reigns among the British troops. With *
* less than three-fourths the strength *
* of the British troops, the boers are *
4r holding back their powerful oppon- *
* ents, and with a serious loss to the *
* latter. *
* *
***************************
Thus writes Joseph Schweitcher, formerly
a member of the First Oregon volunteers,
to J. C. Shillock, Minneapolis, who was a
member of Co. L., 13th Minn. During tho
service of the two regiment In the Philip
pines Mr. Shillock made the acquaintance
of Joseph Schweitcher, who after being
mustered out of the service of the United
States, went to South Africa to seek new
adventures.
In a recent commnuication received by
Mr. Shill bock, from Schweitcher he offers
no comparison in fighting in Transvaal and
Manile. While he casts no reflection on the
work of American troops, he decalres that
it is not to be compared with the endurance
and danger that characterizes the Boer
war.
THE LAST STRUGGLE.
“The final and last struggle for liberty,”
writes Mr. Schweitcher, “is now being
brought by the Boers. Though I do not
suppose it is being made known in England,
it is a fact that they are stronger now
thau ever. Assistance is coming in secret
ly from all the adjacent colonies, and the
reports circulated by English war cor
respondents that thousands of Boers are giv
ing up and removing into the Portugese
territory are d—— lies.
“Since I arrived here, about a year and
a half ago, there has been nothing but
continual fighting. The work of the Boer
scouts is practically the life of the strug
gle. Since the arrival ol European and
American soldiers, who come here to help
the Beers ou their own hook, there has
been organized a tlorpfe of scouts, whose
only duties are to ieann the conditions of
the British.
“The numerous ffiniforms captured from
the British are just tthe thing for this kind
of work, and there .are so many scouts in
the British army now that they do not
know if they hang one of their own men.
or spies from the, flopr army, after they
are mistrusted and convicted.
LIVE IX RUDE HtT&.
I 1 •!
“During the fight at Sanna. Post there
were some Boers and t'lkeir sons and grand
sons who were on duty to from 48 to 70 and
80 hours, and continually fighting. For
nine months many of them have net seen
the inside of a house,: ‘Rude huts are being
built in mountainous Regions, which serve
as hospitals, headquarters, churches, in
truth, it is all some of the Transvaalers own
in the way of shelter.
“Twenty men held back for over half a
day a whole battalion of British troops from
on top of a little kopje, near a place called
Wilmington. It seemed that the British
could noL summon courage enough to storm
the place, for fear of not knowing how
many there actually were. During this
scramble there was not a single Boer killed.
One was slightly wounded in the left loin,
but not so seriously that he could not
continue.
“When the insurgents attempted to attack
the railroad at Bigaad, Island of Luzon, P.
1., which fight is well remembered, I
thought I would never live to see another
night like it. 1 can assure any American
soldier that we weren't in it with some of
the reckless attempts of these farmers and
d d fcols,’ as the British call them.
“We are still in a perilous position on
account of the overwhelming majority of
the British. The whole war can well be
called a hand to hand four to one.
Delay in the arrival of supplies and other
causes of discontent are causing trouble in
the British camps. An entire reorganiza
tion of the British troops is being effected,
which, fortunately for us. 1 believe will
complicate matters a great deal more than
ever.”
Siviwn ItniiroiMiM.
They have a very crude and oppres
sive way of handling the railroads busi
ness in Switzerland. About two years
ago the government bought the entire
railroad system of the nation and pro
ceeded to show what it could do. After
increasing the wages, reducing the
hours of employes and reducing the
tariff to one-third of its former rate
on both freight and passengers, the of
ficials were not satisfied and put in a
system of season tickets, by buying one
of which for sl6 you can ride on any
railroad in the nation as often as you
please, as long as you please, and at any
time within its limit that you please.
Did you ever hear of such oppression?
Was ever tyranny more tyrannous?
How thankful we should be that we live
in a free country where we have to pay
three cents a mile to travel, have to use
the ticket on the day of purchase or
lose it. where we hav6 to sign our names
and prove our identity to every conduct
or. where we are looked upon with sus
picion whenever we'present a coupon
ticket for fear wfe have patronized a
scalper —you bet, how thankful that we
live in a free country. And what is
worse, the government of Switzerland
receives enough returns to pay the in
terest on SIOO,OOO a fnile which is paid
for the railroads, and is laying by a
sinking fund that will wipe out the debt
in 50 years. But then, the Swiss are
heathens and don't know nothin’ nohow.
—Appeal to Reason. ( f
Deafness Cannot be Cored
by local applications, as they cannot reach
the diseased portion of the ear. There is
only one way to cure deafness, and that is
by constitutional remedies. Deafness is
caused by an inflamed condition of the mu
cous liuiug of the Eustachian Tube. When
this tube gets inflamed you have a rumbling
sound or imperfect hearing, and when it
is entirely closed deafness is the result,
and unless the inflammation can be taken
out and this tube restored to its nornt<tl
condition, hearing will be destroyed for
ever; uine cases out of ten are caused by
catarrh, which is nothing but an inflamed
condition of the mucous surfaces.
We will give one hundred dollars for any
case of Deafness (caused by catarrh) that
can not be cured by Hall’s Catarrh Cure.
Cend for circulars, free.
F. J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, A.
Sold by druggists, 75c. .
Hall's Family Pills are the best.
FDfiAR MORETTE
(Continued.) [
“Yes, Mis* Murdock,” he answered,
gravely. "I shall not have to trouble
you to pose again.”
Miss Murdock’s attention was at
tracted by the melancholy note in liis
voice. She observed him from the cor
ner of her eyes in kindly curiosity.
The artist fell into a moody silence.
For awhile he worked with feverish ac
tivity at the portrait; and then, grad
ually falling into a fit of melancholy
abstraction, he sat, with poised brush,
gazing intently at the beautiful girl
before him. His task forgotten, he
was apparently unconscious that he
was taking advantage of his privileged
position to stare at his fair subject. Ag
nes felt his burning glance and was em
barrassed by it; but, womanlike, she
retained control of herself, outwardly,
at all events, us she uttered some com
monplace remark, which broke the
spell and brought the artist to his
senses with a sharp consciousness of
his rudeness. He replied to the young
girl’s question in a low, changed voice,
and then relapsed into a gloom}- silence.
After an awkward interval he asked,
suddenly:
“Are you so very glad, Miss Murdock,
that our sittings are almost over?”
“Why. no, Mr. Sprague,” replied Ag
nes; “I did not mean that. Of course
I shall be glad when the portrait is
finished, because I wish to have it home
and to let my friends see it. But I
should be indeed' ungrateful if I be
grudged my poor little time and trou
ble, when yours have been so lavishly
and .so ungrudgingly spent.”
“These sittings have been a source
of so much pleasure to me,” continued
Sprague, thoughtfully, “that I have
selfishly overlooked the fact that they
could only be an annoyance and a bore
to you. 1 fear 1 have needlessly pro
longed them.”
“But, indeed, Mr. Sprague, I assure
you it lias been anything but a bore to
me to pose. lam sure 1 shall miss the
pleasant morning hours I have spent
here.”
“They have been the happiest hours
of my life,” said Sprague, earnestly, in
a low voice, “and now they are nearly
gone —forever.”
Agnes started slightly, blushed' and
riveted her gaze upon the dainty white
hands which lay clasped together iit
her lap. Her bosom rose and fell in
quickened undulations.
“Why forever, Mr. Sprague?” she
asked, softly; “do you think of leav
ing New York?”
“No,” lie replied quickly; “it is you
who are about to desert this studio,
which for a short time has been
brightened by your presence—”
“Well,” interrupted Agnes, “since
CHAPTER* Vlll.
THE PORTRAIT.
Sprague was seated before his easel
arranging his palette for the morn
ing’s work. The unfinished portrait of
Agnes Murdock looked down upon him
with eyes of living beauty. Occasional
ly the artist would bestow a deft
touch upon the glowing canvas and
would retire to a distance to note with
a critical eye the new effect. Then he
would consult liis watch in nervous im
patience; and, going to the window,
he would glance anxiously up and
down the street. Once or twice the
rumble of wheels caused him to look
up in glad expectancy, which gradual
ly gave way to gloomy discontent as
the noise died away in the distance.
At length hope seemed to depart al
together from the young man’s breast.
He threw down his brushes, gave up all
pretense of work and drifted off into a
brown study. His eyes, fixed' upon
those of the portrait, had a troubled
look in them-rso troubled that it was
clearly out of all proportion to Ihe
professional disappointment of a paint
er kept waiting for a fair subject.
So absorbed did lie become in his
gloomy meditations, that, when at last
a carriage stopped before the house,
the artist did not hear it. But when,
presently, a gentle tap sounded upon
the door of t he st udio, he sprang to his
feet as if he had received an electric
shook.
Perhaps he had: for it was followed
by a rapid current of delicious thrills
tingling through every nerve and ef
fecting in his whole being a sudden
and marvelous transformation. At
once the furrowed brow was smooth;
the drooping lips were wreathed in
smiles; ihe troubled look gave way to
one of glad welcome.
For she had come at last. There she
stood, with laughing brown eyes and
glowing cheeks, when Sprague threw
open the door. Alas, as usual, she was
accompanied by her maid. Nevermind;
was it not enough to have her there at
all, to bask in tlic sunshine of her
smile, to look into the dangerous
depths of those soul-stirring eyes, to
listen to the rippling of her silvery
voice?
“i fear I am a little late, Mr. Sprague;
I am sorry to have kept you waiting.
But you see this is how it was—”
What mattered it to him now how it
was? Was she not there? An eternity
of suspense and misery would have
been wiped out by that single entran
cing fact. Her words heat upon his ear
like rapi nrou< melody; he drank them
in, hardly conscious of their meaning.
Agnes Murdock, followed by her
maid, proceeded at once to the dress
ing-room set apart for the use of the
artist’s models. When she returned,
dressed for the sit ting, she assumed un
der Sprague’s directions the pose of the
portrait, while the artist critically ar
ranged her draperies and adjusted the
shades and screens.
The maid had remained in the dress
ing-room.
“And so these are positively the last
final touches, are they. Mr. Sprague?”
asked the young girl.'mischievously,
after a few minutes. “You artistsseem
to be quite as uncertain about your
farewell appearances as any famous ac
tress or singer.”
Tlie artist looked up quickly as the
girl spoke. An expression of paia
crossed his features.
you are not going to leave New York, I
I hope you will continue to call on !
us.”
“I suppose I shall continue to call •
on your reception days, if that is j
what you mean,” said Sprague, some
what disconsolately. J
“Now that,” laughed Agnes, “is not ;
in line with the polite things you have
been saying.”
“I did not mean to say anything
rude, Miss Murdock, but a call on
your reception day is a call on your
guests. Surrounded as you are on
such occasions, one has barely a
chance to catch a glimpse of you,
much less to speak with you.”
“We are always glad to see our
friends at other times than on our
reception days.”
“Do you really mean it?” asked the
artist eagerly. “May I call on you
sometimes when the crowd is not
there ?”
“We shall be happy to have you
call at any time, Mr. Sprague.”
Sprague thought he detected a
slight emphasis on the pronoun.
“But it is not we I wish to call on. i
It is you, Miss Murdock.”
Once more the young girl’s express
ive eyes fixed their gaze upon the del
icate hands in her lap, and once more
there was a scarcely perceptible flut
ter beneath the lace which lay upon
her white throat.
The artist sat w’ith intent eyes
fixed upon her.
“Of course I shall be pleased to
have you call at any time, Mr. i
Sprague,” she said, after a brief in
stant. ;
What more could any ex
pect a modest girl to say? It is not so
much the words spoken as the manner ;
of their utterance that, conveys mean
ing. But it is a truism that a lover •
is not a sane man. Sprague was not
yet satisfied. He was about to speak
again, when a knock sounded upon j
the door.
It was the hall-boy with a letter. j
“Miss Murdock?” he inquired, glanc
ing in the direction of the young
girl.
“For me?” exclaimed Agnes, sur
prised.
“Yes, miss; a gentleman left it
for you.”
Agnes took the letter, inspected it
curiously for an instant; then, ex
cusing herself, she tore open the en
velope and unfolded the note which
it contained.
At once a deep flush suffused her
face, and an expression of annoyance
passed over her features. She glanced
up hastily at Sprague, who was ap
parently hard at work upon the back
ground of the picture.
The liall-boy was waiting expect
antly.
“There is no answer,” said Agnes
quietly.
And as the stern mandates of fash
ion either forbid a woman to wear ;
a pocket, or else decree that it shall
be located in some particularly inac- i
cessible position, the young girl
dropped the letter and its envelope I
into her lap and resumed the pose. |
Sprague tried to renew the comer- !
sation where it had been interrupt
ed; but his efforts were in vain. Both
he and Agnes were preoccupied dur
ing the balance of the sitting.
When at last ihe time came for
Miss Murdock to leave. Sprague ac
companied her to her carriage. After
watching it until it disappeared
around the corner, he returned mood
ily to the studio.
As he entered the room, his eyes
fixed in a vacant stare upon the floor,
he caught sight of something white
a sheet of paper—resting there. Me- j
chanieally he pushed it to one side !
with his foot.
The sunshine seemed to have gone j
with Agnes Murdock. A gloom had
fallen upon the place and its occu
pant. The artist tried to work; but
he was restless and depressed. At
length he threw down his brushes;
ami rising from the easel, he put on !
his hat and coat and started out for j
a walk, in the hope that exercise ,
would drive away the blue devils
whose grip he felt tightening upon !
his heartstrings.
Meeting some friends in the course
of his aimless wanderings, he was
persuaded to spend the rest of the
day in their company, and returned
to his bachelor quarters late in the
evening, tired enough physically to •
obtain that healthful sleep which is
the boon of strong youth.
CHAPTER IX.
THE KNICKERBOCKER BANK.
Richard Dunlap was a man who had
never missed a train nor been late in
keeping an appointment. On the j
morning following Sprague’s dinner j
party, he walked briskly down Broad
way from City Hall. It was New
Year's day; the great thoroughfare j
was deserted. As he turned Into j
Wall street, tbs hands of the Clock
in Trinity steeple pointed to three i
minutes of nine. The financier pulled
out his chronometer, found that the I
clock in th e old belfry wee right, ;
and quickened his pace.
Wall street slumbered peacefully j
and silently, like a battlefield after j
the roar of the cannon has been ;
hushed, after the victors and the van*
quished have disappeared, leaving be- j
hind them only the ghosts of the '
slain. The deathlike stillness was op* j
pressive. ,
At last, as Dunlap reached the 1
Knickerbocker bank, the clock In the |
belfry struck the hour. The reporter
was not there. The banker uttered j
an ejaculation of annoyance. He
looked up and down the street. There '
was no one in sight. He resolved tp •
give Sturgis five minutes’ graoe, and
began to pace back and forth before
the entrance to the bank. Then a
thought struck him. There was an*
other entrance on Exchange place—
that generally ueed by the employee
and officers. Perhaps the reports*
was waiting tljere. Dunlap walked '|
around to Exchange place and glanced |
up the street. He saw a man stand*
Ing In the gutter and bending low • '
over the curb. Dunlap advanced to
obtain a front view of him and rec
ognized Sturgis. The reporter had
not noticed his approach; he held a
magnifying glass in Ms hand and
seemed deeply interested in a minute
examination of the smooth-worn curb.
“Good morning, Mr. Sturgis.” said
the banker, “have you lost some
thing?”
(To Be Continued.)
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