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Vol. XXIII. —No. 25.
By Lovte
A Story o Puchos and Truth of a
Man Marrying His Own
Beloved Wife.
“It is useless to argue further,” said
Wallace, “if you are still unconvinced
of the truth of my original assertion
that we receive payment in full on this
earth for all misdeeds. If,however,you
will bear with me patiently a little while
longer I will give the particulars of one
instance to illustrate the truth of my
statements. The case which I cite is
but one of many which are happening
daily, though it is not always possible
to follow to an end every case of wrong
doing. □ Now, 1 do not wish you to lose
sight of my original premise, for my ar
gument is, that everyone who merits
punishment either gets it after wrong
doing, in advance, or all along the live.
The justice of such treatment I do not
~ All I know is that it is so
and my experiences of life, as you well
know, are many and varied, as well a 9
-extending over many years.”
The above conversation was the out
come of a friendly discussion which had
started, after a strictly business dinner,
at the old Hoffman House, New York
city. Those present were the speaker,
Bertram Wallace, a newspaper man of
proved ability and integrity and some
six or seven Wall Street brokers who
had adjourned to the smoking room for
wSnPStfhra ' ot inviesti'gatloirTOto Che 5
cause of failure of one of their coterie
vtlibse shortcomings it was desirous to
-cover and who, it hadbeendecid©d,Was
guilty of a gross breach of business
ethics by npt shouldering his own lia
bilities, when able to do so, but instead
had decamped with funds entrusted
by credulous investors. It had bt en
decided, to leave him to the working of
fate, to be his Nemesis. It was at this
point Wallace had propounded his
" “As I wassaying,”continued Wallace,
“every evil action brings its own re
ward. I will also add that even one
wrong will often bring severe punishr ;
tnent and this fin spite of an hitherto
blameless life, while it appears to us no
allowance, no compensation or no re
ward is accorded to the good which has
possibly been done by the same party.
“The story which lam about to relate
has reference to one who has been known
and respected by you all for many years
tjut who, now that he is dead, can in no
wise be injured in the telling. I allude
to Gerald Portsmore. When he tirat
<*ame into our circle we all knew him to
be taciturn and unsociable and yet, in
after years, we also knew him as one of
the most joyous companions it is pos
sible to meet. Many of you will re
member that the change In his disposi
tion took place immediately after his
marriage—a marriage which most of us
condemned and prophesied would re
sult in failure—but which I being in
his confidence,.knew would be other
wise for I also knew he was marrying
his own wifel That you may the bet
ter understand this assertion—for I see
surprise written on all your faces—let
me tell you that Mrs. Mason had no
right to that name and it was only as
sumed when she first deserted her hus-
“Yes—deserted I say—and if I could
use a stronger word I would do so, for
it was at the time of Portsmore’s wrong
doing that she turned from him though
fully aware that what he bad done he
did for her! lam aware that this skel
eton in Portsmore’s closet was never
known to you but this part of his life’s
history is soon told. Portsmore, at the
period to which I allude, was 25 years
old. He idolized his wife, whileshewas
fond of him in her own selfish way, but
loved society and show more than .all
else. There was with her a perpetual
desire for luxuries which, situated as
tie was then, he could not give and Uxa
momen of weakness and /coaptation
he took of trusted funds a sufficiency
to enable an ordinary woman to live in
luxury and comfort many years. Not
so with her. Accompanying him in his
flight all life went along like a song
un the usual result—arrest, disgrace,
and imprisonment. To Portsmore no
hand of friendship was extended to
mitigate his fifteen years of weary im
prisonment and even from the wife who
was as morally guilty as he, no word
was received in the hours of his repent-
“The curtain now rises on the day of
his liberty, appparently an outoast, de
serted by friends but with an rath to
fulfil. During the early days of hiß in
carceration he had vowed revenge and
even while he vowed, his heart yearned
for his old love. Time softened his
feelings and with this change of deßire
came also the determination to carve
out for himself a future, to make res
titution, and if God so willed, he would
also save and find his wife, for he had
heard that she, still craving excitement
and riches, bad made her home with an
other who was capable of meeting her
demands. Portsmore had learnt many
a bitter lesson; had fought many a des
perate fight, and had come, purified as
by fire, from the furnace of his own
sonl’s bitterness. He resolved, I say, to
save his wife and by love win love.
The difficulty was to locate his wife after
so many years. The fear that he might
cross her path before his plans were
matured and fearing him, escape, he
did not consider the years of suffering
and hurship, through which h e had
passed, bad seared his face as with a
A. : disguised him.
The first move he made was to engage
the services bf the most able detectives
bntall to no purpose and when at last he
was preparing to abandon his search
tbeiieving that it was contrary to the
will of Providence, be found, to his joy
and surprise, that the All Good had
been directing hjs paths right along.
“Portsmore, at this time, was in San
Francisco. It was a bleak and miser
able night—Christmas eve and while
he dragged his weary footsteps to
wards his hotel thinking of the many
he irts that would rejoice together on
the morrow, he was accosteJ l y one
voice recalled him to things ma
terial quicker than anything else could
do. He turned and looked, butthe face
was not the one besought, but then the
voice, the actions, the eyes, could it be
possible it was her child, his child, to
whom he was speaking and thus fal
len? The words, “Oh God, help me to
bear even this cross,” were imudibly
uttered and yet had Portsmore known
what the sequel would be, his prayer
would have been cne of thanksgiving
and praise.
“Portsmore looked searchingly again
at the young girl and then taking her
arm, with quiet authority, by a few
pointed questions, drew forth the story
of her life.
“I remember full well,” continued
Wallace, “the pathos of it all. Kate,
for such was her name, stated that her
mother had brought her up with every
luxury. She bad never been taught that
God was anything more than a myth
and his teachings of doubtful authen
ticity. Seeing her mother’s whole life
devoted to pleasure it had created in
her a desire for similar excitement. The
glamour of the footlights had seized
her but as an actress she was a dismal
failure. She stated her mother knew
not where 6he was—that she was too
proud to write home—that if ehe did
her stepfather—as she then believed him
to be—would intercept or ignore her let
ters‘for he hates me,’said Kate, and
this because my mother often says I
remind her of my poor, dear papa who
has been dead many, many years. I
can only just remember him but I do
know he loved me and of late my moth
er often speaksof hi mjßaying‘that since
he died she hasnever known happiness’
Lecause she was not what she should
have been to him during some greaq
trial—of which, however, f knew no
thing during his life. ‘Mother says’—
„; (Continued in' column page.)
JMaVy Yards
Some of the Innovations of the Ger
man Government Regard-
Paper Read Before the Chautamua Circle.
Wilhelmshaven,acity of 35,000 popu
lation, situated on the North Sea, is one
of the strongest naval ports which the
German Empire in case of war, has for
protection. More than half of the city
is in possession of the Imperia Navy
Yard, in which about 8,000 men find
their daily employment. The whole
navy yard ie divided into three different
wharves, Torpedo—Outfit—and Main
wharf, of which the latter is the most
important. Each one of these wharves
is surrounded by a great stone wall
which has several gates open to the dif
ferent departments. A soldier picket
rema ns on each gate aud his duty is
not to let any civil body pass through
without permission from a police in
spector. The main gate, called gate
number one, is situated on the west side
of the main wharf. , More than 6,000
men pass through this gate alone four
times a day. There is a special train
running bet ween the navy yard and the
workingmen’s district. This train is
furnished free bv thje Government for
the benefit of the workmen and gives
the latter an opportunity to eat their
noon meals at home! Aside from this,
taking the railroad .wires into considera
tion, i t will save the workmen quite
a sum each year.
In the last ten years the Government
has itself given much attention to help
and lead the workman to a better and
more comfortable life. It increased the
wages on an average of 20 percent and
reduced the work hours from ten to
nine and eight hours a day. Further
more,it erected and provided homes for
thousands of workman in the town of
Bant, which is situated only a little dis
tance from the navy yard. Right in
front of the main gate the Government
| built a very large and handsome hotel
in which only workmen of the navy
yard ate permitted. This hotel is sur
rounded by the be an tif u 1 Adalbert
Place in which the woi ldknown, famous
Navy Band, under the direction of Con
ductor Woehlbier—plays very frequent
ly. Back of the hotel are several bowl
ing alleys, a beer garden, billard halls,
and different apparatuses for gymnis
tic exercise, so that there is no difficulty
for the workman to ex hil ara te and
amuse himself.
The foundation of the Wharf Work
man’s Sick Fund to which every em
ploye is compelled to contribute, is an
other gieit inn >va‘ion by the Govern
ment. This Sick Fund is divided into
several classes, and the average prices
paid by the workmen range from five
to twelve cents each week, according to
his occupation. For this the workman
is entitled, in case of sickness or an ac
cident, to free professional medical at
tendance. If an accident occurs how
ever, and is of considerable consequence,
the invalid will be sent to the Wharf
Hospital, and the Government will pay
the same a certain amount of money
until his recovery. Lawyers, ambu
lance chasers and sueh lik e have on those
occasions no chance to graft any money
from the workingmen, as would be the
| case in other circumstances. „
Each individual who is employed by
the Government for a considerable
length of time, receives after superan
nuation a certain amount of money
which is payable to him on the first of
each month. Furthermore, he has the
privilege to obtain medical attendance
free of charge.
Each boy who desires to learn a trade
in the navy yard must show a school
certificate to the overseer. If the certifi
cate i s not satisfactory to the over
seer, it will be difficult for the appren
tice to find any employment by the
Government. During the time of bis ap-
ing its Workers.
prentice6hip, which lasts from three to
four ye ire, the apprentice is obliged to
visit the Technical Institute at least
three evtnings every week. This insti
tution is particularly established to as
sist the apprentice to become an excel
lent mechanician or whatever he desires
jtoiearn. Every teacher is obliged to
keep good control of his students.
Should it be necessary to report a stu
dent for negligence or disorderly con- j
duct, the teacher must at once inform
his foreman. All the work whic his
completed during the year by the ap
prentice will be displayed for inspection
of the Board of Directors. After tak
ing every detail into consideration the
Board will distribute several valuable
prizes to those boys who furnish the
best work.
Each apprentice receives after his ap
prenticeship a testimonial from the
general overseer. Without the same it
would be almost impossible tor him to
obtain any work by any other firm in
G. E.
Lo\te Worv Bvj Lo^e.
continued Kate—‘that she has been
punished for her neglect of him and
that her supposed happiness is all un
real and at heart she is miserable. Now,
sir, I am a good girl—yeti Ido not
desire to do wrong but I have no friends,
no home to which I dare return and no
money—so what can 1 do? I am too
respectable to beg and these socal led
charities judge me by my appearance
of prosperity and only offer m e—ad
vice!’ ... .1
“I will draw the curtaiii,” said Wal l ]
lace —“over the Beene when Portsmore
made himself known to his daughter.
1 will not weary you either with the
plots and plans which the two matured
on the following,now happy, Christmas
day. Suffice it to say, Portsmore de
termined to save the mother. The hand
of Providence had Burely intervened
at the psychological momeut. Th e
daughter was the emissary to the moth
er and a successful one. From Sa u
Francisco the two surreptitiously es
caped and for months they live! in ex
clusiveness in this city. It was then we
first heard of Mrs. Mason, the presum
ed widow, and it was not long after
wards Portsmore married his own wife
and went through the form of marriage
once again to confirm, in the eyes of
the world, the presumed legitimacy of
of Mrs. Mason’s past standing.
“How Portsmore eventually won his
wife’s love is also now known, as both
he and she—in different ways—paid for
their pa-.t sms has been told and yet not
all for, as you know, Mrs. Portsmore
still lives and realizes now when too
Jate, how many years of happiness she
lost through her folly—how she was
the cause of liis wrongdoing and how
her daughter, uow living and worthily
loved, can never respect and love her
as she would wish—knowing her past.
The five years of happiness that Ports
more and his wife were granted, after
his second marriage, were poor recom
pense for the years of suffering, but in
Portsmore’s case I know, were appreci
ated as a worthy reward for his past
“Of Mr. Mason, any habitue of the
Grand Hotel, San Franciscc>, can give
information, should you ask. With the
loss of his supposed wife he became the
laughing stock of all and by drink and
debauchery met the end which every
one is deserving who will beguile and
seduce from the paths of uprightness
another man’s wife—instead of giving
that counsel and advice which would
surely save from destruction many a
poorly tempted Martha.”
The way of trangreseors is surely
hard but the paths of the righteous are
paths of peace.
A. li.
The Poets’ Defender.
a ghoulish feast of ribald jest and mer
riment, it will arise and rend limb by
limb, the infamous detractors of the
poetical temperament. And the man
gled remains will pot to shame the
Harpies and Furies of fable, in ferocity,
for the poet’a wrath is unquenchable,
and by the side of which, the fires of
Hell seem but dead ashes.
Passing to the vulgar parlance of con
temporaneous events —this ought to
hold for a while, so it’s me back to the
silence of the cold storage, for I am to
be stuffed and served wit* cranberry
sauce at the next Feast of the Fleet and
Purified. Si Haskell.*
_ _ ($1.(10 a year, In advance
TERMB!"} gtx Months, go cents.
Tke Poets
Si Haskell, in Eloquent and Burn
- Words, Defends the
Local Lyrists.
Not so very Jong ago the subsidized
automaton who occupies the editorial
sanctum of an erstwhile respect able
weekly had the assumption to say
through its columns that he presumed
that the local crop of poets was either
dying out or else had gone into snug
quarters to hibernate for the ensuing
winter. In any event they were becom
ing conspicuous by the lack of lyrical
lush that usually flowed in at his front
door and out at tie back.
Aye, and forever and aye! The spirit
of immortal verse arises from its slum
bering couch and waves the scepter of
scorn and comiempt at this apostate,
this onetime scribbler of senile drivel
ings and nonsensical roundelays, but
now clothed in the ermine robes of ed
itorial dignity.
Again, aye! The rankling,red rag of
Anarchy flaunted in the bosom of hu
man liberty could not cause a more bit
ter wound than this perverted witticism
caused in the hearts of the locals bards.
Raw, rancorous and rabid is the venom
that drips from gossip’s forked tongue
to chafe the tender chords than bind the
poet to his muse.
Aye! Poets do not die! Their im
mortality g.t> ea on, and. qu,~£orever
Clothed iii empyreal symphony, in some
celestial abode, they set to verse the
music of the twinkling stars, which
make divine melody with the golden
harps that echo down through all eter
Iliternate? Poets? Nay! Earthly
discord breaks the harmonious lay of
the poet’s lute, and he seeks teclusion
to nurse the wound and lave with di
vine inspiration the tender thrills of
sentimtnt. Or mayhap, the spirit of
immortal song calls him faeqde'and he
wanders with whiterobed divinities in
realms of etheieil bliss,gatheringanew
the joyous chords of an elyßium to be
settorbyme to thrill the minds and
hearts of lowly nan.
Lyrical lush I The murky streams of
sodden humanity clotted with the mun
dane clay of mortality would besmirch
the gossamer of a fairy’s wing, or en
shroud with gloom the pellucid tones
of a celestial choir. The muddled vi
sion of a pessimistic biped Would make
the transj arency of a summer’s day as
foreboding as an eternal eclipt e,or make
the crystal urops of a mountain stream
as unwholesome as the diitstained gutr
ter of a city’s squalor. -
Poets break out! “Stone walls do
not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage,”
at least not for the poet. Far above the
sordid haunts of man the poet’s fancy
wanders amid scenes of splendor, and
in quiet nooks and shady dells. Dream
hands guide his footsteps and dream
lips caress his brow; dream couches
and dream banquets are set for him,
and dream Nectar of the Gods salutes
his lips. While darkeyed houris carrol
in perfect harmony, a fairylike form
clothed with celestial radiance waves a
wand of enchantment and w e a v e 8
around him visions to be carved in
verse and song on the hearts of his fel
Through the windows of his soul he
sees humanity, and pities; he looks
again and his heart beats high with
deeds of heroism and valor; again he
looks and the tender chords of love’s
fondest dream warm bis bosom and
lend new light to his eye.
Anon, a grotesque satyr gambols to
his side and whispers low, a jest—a bit
of mirth tinged with wormwood; and
low the poet’s fancy changing he looks
in wondering contempt on the earthly
creature that walks on two legs for con
vedience’sake only. Then comes the din
of human strife; the discordant cry of
pity; the wails of woe, and sin and mis
ery. The vision passes, and the poet
takes up the routine of mundane drudg
ery, and the old world wags on again
with its bitterness, itsdisappointments,
and occasionally, its bit of sunshine.
A Banquo’s ghost 6talks'through these
dreary halls, and sometime, when the
poet’s fancy is being dragged forth for
(Continued in column 4thi» page.)
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