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a word the nssuranco of the belief that
olio loved him.
The first few moments following the
tinkle of the ball he never remembered
clearly. Savo for the rustle of the
prompter's book there was absolute si-
leuee behind the scenes. The house was
as still. On the hush voices swept to
him speaking the words ho knew by
Heart. The music, commenced faintly
like the distant sob of waves—a swaying
melody painful and sweet. Tom dared
to lift his eyes and watch the steno;
theu by degrees the painful sense of
trepidation left him, for this was the
.:regnant action ho had dreamed of.
These were the words fire laden, scorch-
ing, living the passion that had put
on the garb of reality—the humor, sweet,
surprising and irresistible. Sometimes a
gust of laughter swept over the house,
intermittent applause that showed crit-
ical appreciation, or dead, absorbed si-
lences.
But when the curtain fell a sound
like a thunderbolt leaped across the
footlights and made the scenery quake.
It sank only to revive again, its clamor
swelling like a storm at its culmina-
tion. Ali, then he seemed lifted up. The
sound made him sick with delight. His
hour had struck.
The players stood around him, a flush-
ed, triumphaut group.
I's a go."
hit e
"Went swimmingly. . Every line told.
I never played to a warmer house."
Words like these and the persistent
applause followed him down the nar-
row passago to the street. He wanted
to fool alone for a little while the rap-
ture of triumph. They lied who said
that hope was a fallacy, life a failure.
The world had widened and grown so
fair. The years teemed with rosy pos-
sibilities, mystic, beckoning, His Heart
was full with a rush of joy.
It seemed to hien there never was a
fairer night than this, which marked the
first important ascent in his life. Frost
glittered on the pavements like pale
dust. The rays of the moon blanched
window panes into squares of pearl and
sketched the outlines of chimneys and
doorposts in fanciful black angles.
As he strode along his- blood tingled
in the seductive confusion of a dream
Where passion and triumph walked hand
in hand. Virginia—he loved her sot She
was so necessary to him. He would make
up for all sho suffered now. Ah, would
ho not? It would be sweet to Lavish
neon her tho dainties and elogancies that
all women love. She should have done
With pinching and worry in that happy
time.
Wonderful visions those, which Tom
saw revealed in the moonlight. Stain-
less, they buoyed his spirit and beckoned
him on.
When he reached tho theater, the sec-
ond act was over. He felt a little tired,
and his breath came fast, yet in his ex-
altation he was scarcely conscious of
having walked.
At the box office the manager stood
chatting with some friends. A low,
thick laugh gargled from as lips; his
face was radiant. Everything about
him told of a crowded house and big boo
office receipts. Ho saw Tom rand beck-
oned to him.
"Shy, aro you?" ho asked, with a rol-
licking wag of his head, an -expanding
wave of his white hands.
Ile was a large reran, red faced, pale
haired, ono who had always a genuine
welcome for himself, and whose every
action was climatic. If lie wore only
offering a -cigarette, he plunged into his
octet with -an air
pof mystery and
brought forth a triumphant surprise.
"You stole away from us all after
making the biggest hit I've seen in 15
years. , Come, come, that will never do.
You wvant to pull yourself together,
youngster, and get cheeky, for you'll
have to face tlio crowd by and by."
"Pace the crowd? You don't mean" --
"Yes, I do. They'll call for you. Then
you'll go ottt with a pretty speech, and
all the girls'will fall in love with you.
The last is most important, by the way.
It will bring crowded matinees. The
women keel the theaters going, just as
they elect the presidents. They're the
ones you want to please. Yeu'll please
'em, nay boy; yeu'11 please 'em."
He laughed knowingly, his friends
joining. Then his face grew suddenly
allup attd serious, something hawklike
chasing the lazy good humor from his
expression.
"Here's Delatole. Ile nice to hits,
and hell make your fortune doubly
sure. I heard him asking for you Dania -
tate ago."
"Delatole? The critic on The Chal-
lenge
"Tho seine. Soo hero, 14Intray. 1,11x•
tie .flattery goes a longwvay with him,
If be Mass y ea personally, the dictionary
doesn't ,hold words strong enough for
Isis praise. 1f he doesn't, ale can do the
(c•minnow
trifle, something associated ii ith the dear 1
dead clays, I will not," he said in aclear, ,
studied voice—'.'I will not be interfered
with. Now, if you please, my child., •
we'll say nl> more about it, Whenever
you want to talk over household matters
with me, I am always at your service—
in private."
Nothing more was said, and the bust
was placed near the melodeon. But •
Virginia could not bear to look at it. •
Poverty was biting, their needs urgent
.and debt abhorrent to her. How many
• 'panels she would have to strain .ter eyes •
over before half of f00 was earned. .A.
'burning mist fell over her sight. She
looked up and met Tom's compassion- '
.ate eyes. They counseled herr to be pa-
. tient, Ah, what did these .small briers
;.ratter since ho loved her?
There lay her hope, her refuge.
CHAPTER V.
"I don't know," and' Mr. Plunket sat
' back thoughtfully crossing his legs, "but
it seems to mo thet stroug speech of
Lemaire's conning a closely upon Miri-
am's denunciation takes the ginger out
of Miss Stone's lines. Tono that clown,
Murray, or hold it back a bit."
The rehearse): of "The World's Way"
was on. Raw gaslight flooded the stage
and showed ,the auditorium beyond, a
shadowy pit that echoed every Word, '
l Toni etoocl?ear thetanager, the prompt-
took iu his hand, interlining it with new
suggestions for stage business and some-
' times altering a line to be more effective.
He was accustomed to the theatre by
this time. For two weeks he had been
c coming and going, spending much of his
time among scone painters and holding
long interviews with tho manager. He
no longer felt resentful at hearing the
text slurred at rehearsals and only the
cues given with distinctness. He was
accustomed to seeing the players go
through the "business" like automatons.
and climaxes his heart hail stood still in
creating arranged with mechanical ex-
actness.
Tho skeleton of the players' craft --
without the simulated passion and hu-
mor—the hardship and disillusion, were,
all familiar now.
Tho clays were too short for all he
found to do, and sometimes it was past
midnight before ho thought of returning
to Chelsea s:luare.
The interrupted avowal of his love to
Virginia had not been finished. But in
a vague, happy way she understood that
even that meet remain abeyant to the
success of his play.
• Ofttimes the thought that it might
fail ;ave him a soul sickness that im-
bittcred his food and kept sleep away.
It was not enough to hear it praised and
feel its reality himself. The final ver -
'diet must come from the crowd, the
vague mass called the public, depending
upon its mood, What this would be
who cottici foretell?- He heard on every
hand of plays teeming with promise that
had gone down like ships at sea with
flags dying and cargoes. of 'gems on
board, of others of only doubtful value
that had made fortunes and established
reputations.
Doubt left him no peace, and the first
night. of "Tho World's Way" found him
with every sense quivering and alert.
Behind the scenes the stir was freighted
With fever. Everybody was whispering,
peeping, speculating except Tom, and
he leaned against one of the wings wait-
ing. He could do no more. Opallike
gleams of excitement flickered in his
eyes, nervous tremors ran through his
blood, and behind an easy* smile his teeth
-ere elinched. Ile could not breathe
w o
freely until the first act was over.
Five minutes before the curtain went
up he peeped ever the gasimtn's shoulder
and looked eagerly at the upper right
hand box, Ile saw Mr. Kent first, stand-
ing well itt front leisurely surveying the
house through an opera glass as famil-
iarly as if booms on first nights were
, quite everyday matters.
A. little more itt shadow sat Virginia,
Tons scarhely knew her in the new gray
grown and the feathered hat with bent
rims. Howpretty she wast Happiness
Was a tonic that had softened every
oaarvo of her face. Her eyes, dilated to
a starry radiatic°, rested dreamily oa the
still undrawttourtain. Her cheeks were
is burning pink.
A tenderness swept over his heart, and
the thought of all she Was to him rose
triumphant above every other feeling:
Was it not good to know that one in
that crowded house was thinking with
basrdertaetss of him, not as the now dram -
1J st making IS bid for fame, but just as
"Tem," whose every hope Wife at stake?
Perhaps as they Went h+irma'he alright
it,.!Prlvitaibr thee* three Wordfe that hold im-
aFort in their small circle the her -
of the world. 1;iti aright tell her
tthre orvwdsd car, or for a moment be.
ag in the hall. It mattored
sfr Where if tally he received its
wet blanket busntess in the most ex-
�.
d Ltit?it0 dlyd.tiorr you ever read. Ask him
1
to supper. Cultivate lulu. He's a bit
of a schemer, two faced as they snake
'em, and I wouldn't trust him around
r r t►
thecorner—no,t n u ler tI c corner.
t 710 U rn t.
Ah Delatole how are you? You're a the
, zr
very man we want to seo," lto cried as
the newcomer strolled up to them,
"What do you think of the play? Some
of you fellows would rather roast us
than do the other thing troy play. But
you'll do ns justice. As I was just say-
ing to Murray, be eau rely on you for
fait play."
The lie was spoken with impressive
earnestness, suggesting a deeply rooted,
long tried confidence, but was rceom-
y:Med by a thumb thrust that left an
aching memory in the region of Tom's
ribs.
Ho moved from the thumb's vicinity
and found Delatole critically examining
.till..
So this was Delatole, the feared, the
brilliant, the applauded, The very chil-
dren were familiar with his name. Es-
says, poems, reviews, had trickled from
his untiritt; pen in crystalline phrases,
the pattering music of a mandolin in their
light swing. Ho had been pioneer in re-
forms in the political, social and ethical
centers of the country, But he was best
known as a dramatic critic, a mechanic
of verbal eccentricities that surprised
and dazzled. Idis paragraphs lingered in
the memory and could not be forgotten.
With his pen he let out the blood in the
veins of the plays ho condemned, and for
those that won him wove in one magical
sentence a verbal crown of flowers lan-
guuidIy sweet and penetrating as a fall of
happy tears. This was Delatolo, the an-
thor, the poet realist of theater lobbies.
So this .vas Delatole.
The man 'at first glance was disap-
pointing, Tom had fancied him gray
and dignified, his eyes heavy with the
disillusion of life, but instead ho found
• him only a little older than himself,
small and pompous in bearing. His
spare face was sallow and ended in a
. pointed black beard. His eyes were
• hollow and of that dense blackness that
resists light. A sardor;ic flippancy had
curled his upper lip to ono side.
As ho languidly drew ono hand from
the pocket of the great, shaggy coat en-
veloping him like a blanket, Tom no-
ticed it was pale and forceless as the
hand of a delicate woman, the tips of
the fingers senna brown from the use of
tobacco.
' "I've been looking for you. ,I wanted
a word with you," he said, tone and
glance counoisseurlike. "Is it true 'The
World's Way' is your first play?"
• "Tho first that has not died almost at
birth." a ''
• As Tom spoke he felt the sensitive
pleasure all who first came in contact
with Delatole experienced in some de-
gree. The restful assurance of his man-
ner, the flashes of his shrewd eyes, tho
musical, drawling voice, were all insinu-
atingly attractive to Tom and filled him
with admiration. By comparison he felt
himself too brusque, too impetuous, al-
most an artless savage.
"You interest me," said Delatole. "I
must have you tell mentors of yourself.
Unless I'm greatly mistaken, New York
won't be averse to hearing a little about
you tomorrow. After the play, if you've
nothing better on hand, suppose you
comp and sup with h me.
The act had commenced, and he scarce-
ly paused to hear Tom's murmured ac-
ceptance. It was a. foregone conclusion
that a new author would not dream of
refusing Anthony Delatole.
When the curtain fell, the excited
audience rose and cheered. They 'want-
ed the leading actors, the manager and
lastly tho author. Virginia gave D little
excited sob in her muff us she listened to
. the hoarse, irregular cry. They wanted
Tom. Oh, to think of it! They were
calling for hint as for a victor. Her
heart throbbed exultantly under a eves -
sure of happy pain, and when he -came,
an expectant hush awaiting his words;
when she heard his rich toned, familiar
voice across the footlights, steer, did fall
on the now pearl colored gloves.
• As he retreated amid more "bravos"
and hand clapping be sent her a glow-
ing glance, awl she waved her hand to
hits. It was worth having lived forthat
moment.
Ile was waiting outside the theater,
but only to say he could. not return with
her, and he introdueod Delatole, who
stood by, his chin luxuriously burled in
a groat fttr collar,
Before turning away he Managed to
say in low voice:
".lave I justified your belief in me,
Virginia? Tell ms that.".
"'Volumed not ask. The public han.
t uswc cc tt
t rl but e. on
, as have
y any
doubt let me tell you I wanted to hug the
audience en mese, andaejust look at
gloves."
He left her laughing and half looking
back, ando 1 —
ba ah was d e 1
g a y s, glad—of
this chance that made him the guest of a
brilliant man oh this happy night, But
something cold fell upon her heart as in
crossing the street she turned her head
and saw Tom abiding away intim show-
er of moonlight by his new friend's side.
It was a foolish, womanly apprehen-
sion without root or reason, such as, born
in the darkness, die in the morning.
Fight it as she would, however, it Game
buck and clung to her as the dampness
clings to the walls of a sunless room un-
til every semblance of cheer died under
the depressing chill.
"It will be different tomorrow," she
said. with a heavy sigh, as she fell asleep
that night. ,1
CHAPTER VI.
"We won't cline tete-a-tete," said De-
latole, with a dry smile, as he led Tom
across Madison square. "I'm going to
have you meet sone other fellows.
Friends of mine. It will be well for you
to know them,"
And he - ran over a list of names, all
familiar to Tom and young, like himself
.—artists, writers, painters and wealthy
dilettanti. His heart grew large with
pride. He tingled with anticipation, and
tremors of ecstacy passed over him as if
ho had drunk tho distilled witchcraft of
the moonlight. The artistio world was
his to enter, and Delatolo, a leader, was
holding the door open -fol him. Like a
companion picture in shadow rose the
memory of the night when he walked
along its the rain in the sore travail of
spirit out of which this first success was
born.
Was he that man? Was the illu-
minated blue above him the same sky
ho had looked at then?
"It's so awfully good of you to give zino
this opportunity," he said, and Delatolo
understood all that, the joyous inflection
in his voice expressed,
There was not much about the ingen-
,nous young fellow beside him that Dela-
tole did not shrewdly understand. It was
his custom to study the people he met
and adapt thein if possible to his require-
ments of the moment. Ho used his
friends. When they tired of serving him,
ho turned his secret enmity to account
whenever opportunity offered by stak-
ing them the subjects of scintillating,
scathing attacks iu the press that added.
to his fame. How Murray could serve
him ho had not yet determined, but his
gratitude was what he wanted. Such
fresh and promising material, which
would easily receive whatever impress he -
might place upon it, was not mot with
every day.
"Oh, yen needn't thank mo, Murray,"
he said, with his acid smile and shivering
even in the depths of his cumbersome coat
as an icy wind swept across the square:
"I'm a little bit proud of this chance to
take you up. You mustn't be too mod-
est. You aro a success. You've written
a play that's caught the town—a play
that will live. How you did it is a mys-
tery to me. You haven't lived long
enough to know the awful truth of all
you've said. Once or twice there was a
pain in the place whore my heart used
to be. Read what I've said of you in
The Challenge tomorrow. I went out
during the act and dashed off a criticism
in a beer saloon. In a few days I'll go
into the subject at some length, and—
well, you'll see! But tell mo now how
your inspiration- came. You're some-
thing of to problem to me."
"haven't known much life," said
Tom, "and Isupposel'm unsophisticated
and credulous. But somehow I under.
stand this game in which as yet I've
scarcely taken a hand. Somehow I seem
to know how I wottld suffer under the
stress of the temptation I described.
Some of the words burned me as T wrote
them. Dived in the scene. Within my
own consciousness' loved, struggled, fell
and repented with my hero."
"Go on. I like to hear you. You sound-
ed tho depths of your emotional possi-
bilities before the water was troubled. I
understand. Tho plummet went to a
dark depth to have 'given you even a
shadowy insight into such intensely hu-
man o st
arces and.
pain.
Think of it, by
Jove! You who've hardly known a. sor-
row made the }women weep! And that
small, pale ray of promise at the end was
mastorly,"
Tom felt a nearness to this stranger,
almost an affection, as ho littened. By
degrees his uneventful history was won
from him. He felt alittle abashed at its
nothingness, the narrative of clays flow-
ing quietly in an unfashionable neigh-
borhood, and his almost friendless :condi-
tion.
"02 coarse there aro 141x. Kent and
Virginia," ho said more brightly, "but 1
know few people in Nov/York. I didn't
caro for the fellow$ in college. My fa-
ther died four months ago. That was
my first grief, as I don't remember my
mother at all. I v: cold often have felt
desperately lonely if it had not been for
Virginia.'
"The girl I tnet tonight? Al, yes.
Pretty eyes. Rather •a dangerous sort of
friend, I should think, for .a fellow like
y oft."
"•You don't know what T'ho's been to
ntr," said Toni. And then, morbidly
fearful of uppearietg ,sentimental, he re-
lapsed into silence.
Delatolo asked tto vie/Alen. There Wei
no need of oho.
"isn't it strsaigei," said Tom sites, a
pause lilted only with the erwaciu of their
footsteps on the frosting** mew,
used. to' think myself awfully wrotcItod
n forsaken
a( r 7i r hu ars
andhad ..
regent idea. that I was the most abused
fellow in New York, But after I had
grouped my characters and grew to
know their imagined faces, after I had
knotted the tragic.ad '010 heldtletri
then I know tho difference. Poverty
and the small perplexities of my life lost
their sting when I faced the picture of a
stricken soul of my own creating. No,
• I can never be bitter or discontented
again. I have learned a new and sweet
philosophy—to acoopt the littlonosees of
life gladly, if only peace go with thein,"
Delatole's oyes were fixed upon him
now. The burning and of the cigar be-
tween Tom's lips throw a red gleans upon
his darkly handsome face at every respi-
ration, Tho dreaminess softening it, the
lingering tenderness with which he spoke
the last slow words, told his companion
that what ito had half divined boforo was
true:—if Murray had not lived, at least
love had not passed him by, -
A. species of envy mixed with Delatole's
alert attention. He thought of his ox=
hausted sensibilities and of the jaded
commonplace which even the best and
brightest iu life had become to him.
What would he not give to have book
the youth of heart ho saw in Tout's oyes?
"Fresh for the feast with spurs val-
iantly won in the fray and under the
domination of a romantic passion—per-
haps the first, And he is so untried he
doesn't know he has cause to cry aloud
and beat his hands for joy. It won't
last. It never does. By and by, when
life has left a bitter taste in his mouth,
he will remember with wonder and long-
ing that he once thought one particular
woman worth this • impulsive worship.
He's quite capable of making a fool of
himself. I know the tone. I know the
look. So .ler name's Virginia, and she's
been much to him? But I needn't laugh.
Was I not just such a deliriously happy
idiot once?"
They had readied a broad, windswept
street that crossed Madison avenue not
far above the Kitten, and Delatolo turned
the corner. -
• "You.havo heard of Max Glendenning,
of course. Ho leaves for Japan tomo_ -
row and gives a farewdl•hurra:t tonight,
Quito inforra�nal, you know. Meats on
the sidoboalel, help yourself, comp' and -
go as you please, plenty to driuk, some
good stories, some pretty women. Any
friend of mine is his. Wo were chums,
had chambers together and lived a free,
ideal existence until"—and a savage sneer
twisted Delatole's lip still farther to ono
side—"he went down before Madeline
Sorel, the burlesque woman. I never
saw a man so madly in love. She kept
running after him, too, making herself
confoundedly at home in our quarters
with her rouge, her songs and her ciga-
rettes. I wouldn't stand it, We split
and parted irrevocably, but with no hard
words. He'll marry her yet—the fol-
lows are making bets on it—and when he
does—baht" Delatolo stood still in the
street. "Have you ever thought, my
young friend, to what lengths a znan's
infatuation for a woman may load him?"
Raising his elbow ho lowered his.extend-
ed index finger with a jerk. "Straight
down. There's no help for him."
"A woman like thaw" exclaimed Tom,
with sweeping disgust.
. "Any woman, if sho becomes neces-
sary to him, can kill ambition in an art-
ist. Perhaps she does it with sugared
poison, but the dose is sure. Oh, don't
suppose I haven't loved romantically,
wildly, and not a woman of the Sorel
typo either. The girl who fired my heart .
—it seems a century ago -was a lovely
little thing with heavenly oyes, and I
used to sing hymns with her. When
she sent me a little note as swept as her-
ace?
"Hero Hero «e are."And
Delatole stepped.
d,
ata h,
It tivasousesquare, solid, chocolate colored,,.
capped by the sky's frosty bine. Half a.
dozen cabs stood at the door. A. great"
jottingtin wins
Ow Onthe second storY w�
'
, flooded with rose colored light.
Half way up the high flight of steps
Delatolo paused and abruptly laid his.
Aland. on Tom's shoulder;
"Look here. Now you mustn't think
mo officious, yon know, You mustn't,
'for you know I like you, Murray, and I
always speak my mind. I'm frank some-
' times d. You wn't bo "
"I'ntto euro
ruIenesswon't, But
oif I can'tangry?ac-
cept your biting skepticism you mustn't
• blame me. Are you going to tell mo not
to fall in love?" And throwing away
his cigar Tom feigned a careless laugh
and Hoot his companion's alert, serious
gaze.
"You regard mo as a cynic who reviles
romance because he has lost the power
of feeling it, but you're wrong. I reason
looking backward with a horribly clear
vision, and I see how love becomes a
weariness, a curse or a farce. Yon hope,
dream a:tc1 r ovelin a glorified haze, Now
I .lave the most profound respect for
youthful enthusiasm. I .tate to try
to brush it away; it is; beautiful
thing; t But it has caused rtoreirretr'iev-
able mistakes. than any othepecies of
delusion I know of, • Bo careful; oll, be
careful. You havo madpa brilliant stoat. -
If you don't won't trap tnglt like,a me-
; teor into darkness „'lux 4;1m remembered
only as one who perish ecliloriousiy, keep
' yourself unsh4cklcc ' ;;i've done now.
•
Come." :
"
CHA ' E"a VII.
i Dawn, a monotinie in level gray, hung
`. over the town ore Tom with the last of
the revelers loft,Glonclenning's.
- "Ugh: bow cold it is. My blood .is
thin at this unearthly hour'," said Dela-
tole, lighting a cigarette as they paused
to separate at Madison square. "I've
often thought if I ever do assist my own
i departure from this perpetual dressing
and undressing it will be in this gray-
stillness,
raystillness, when one seems to feel the pulse
of the world. Will you be on tho stage
tonight?" •
"Yes but suppose—now, supposs,you
dine with me," said Tom, with a hazy
recollection of the manager's advice.
Isis epocch was thick and wavering.
Delatole's head seemed spinning round
like a top. The trees in rho square were
certainly dancing a minuet. •
"Charmed. And now go home, Mur-
ray, and go to bed. Not used to wine,
are you? You might -forget my address,
so I'll put my card in your pocket—there.
.Come down at 4 and have a smoke in my
den. Not such a fine place as Glenden-
ning's, but cozy, you'll find."
When Tom reached Chelsea square, the
sparrows were chattering as if mad.
Their shrill clamor and his own unsteady
footfalls made the surrounding silence
seem more dense. The college buildings,
like great gray watchers,, frowned upon
Lim front behind a blue haze, trembling
and mysterious.
He had walked down the street only
the preceding evening on his way to the
theater, and yet in a bewildered, hazy
fashion he felt that between that hour
and this there had come a rent in his
nigral fiber like a narrow cleft in a riven
rock.
A blinciingpain stun ; his tired oyes.
There was a burning iu Itis chest, The
thought of reaching his room unseen and
letting slumber blot Q;at the modllry of
:tea:.: •
Dclotee paused and abruptly/ -laid Mir
hand on Tom's shoulder.
self telling. Inc she had flung me over for
a rich fellow, I almost lost my mind.
Ah, but that blo saved me. If I suet
hor today, I'd thaai : her for it. Loolc at
Glendenning. Nature intended him for
a painter. Riches at first stood in his
'way. Necessity did not chive hint, whip
in band. Pleasure in art was his only
incentive, Even so, he did .good work,
Some day be would have done great
work. That's all over now. Ile is un-
der :a spell, What does it matter if the
viuman who weaves it is unfit to tie his
sloes? It's the absorption of love x'xn
speaking of—good, bad or indifferent.
Once you surrender to an inftueuco
stronger than the elm= of creation the
richness of fancy will pale, the hand
lveai:en, the artist holed,"
, Tons blew a cloud of stroke into the
soar and reiatained silent. The words had
Untied a&ird shocked tum a little, They
set a naw olrole of ittapresslons moving
in his braise. Could, lore wield a Wok.
tin iattlaemoe? wear it net Kit~
(tette.awe--'+itiaioit hid tiustit Ada to
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Mr. J. Tf . Dyleerntan
Bt. George, Now Brunswick.
After theCarxp ' ..
No Strength, No Ambition
Hood's Sarsaparilla Cavo Perfoet
Health.
T!>e following letter is from a well-known
merchant tailor of St. George, N. n,:
"0, T. Ilond & Co., Lowell, Mass.:
"(ienti'rnou. •I sin glad to say that Wood's
13arsaparflJtt aici !load's I'pls have clone mo a
great deal of pal, 1 had a severe attack of
the grip In the winter, and after getting over the
fever 1 did net seem to gather strength, and had
no ambition. flood's ilarsapa)'ilia proved to bo
just what 1 nesdt,ed, The results were very
satisfaetory, and 1. reeomiaendt this medicine to
an who Are .a011etedWith xheuntatism or other
�',,t�Hood'3z3
a
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i
ti
afrlfetIone (lensed by poison niter poor blood.1
grays keep Hood's Sersaparilla'in my house
F.d elite ft wbeta1 need ,toile. 'We also ,keep
ad 4. tta oM churl an tl ink ltlgl►iyof t e►n.'
lav DYK1E>Ili►t(, (°1t, floor e,Notwitrd►1ib11�ICk,
HOOd's Pills arosurely' vegetable, s4sad. dao
goo % 'ge,IWHorfrit*, Sola by an, dt .
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WHEN THE OW
WHIST7,E.`tR. N
'`You won't find no man fond r unfelt
Of music sweet then me.
'The hummin' of the butterfly,
,An' Li the bumble bee;
'The laughter of young children,
gay,
The shout of schoolboy g,a, ,
Ifsmusics sweet; eaeh 'slough to c
hase
The blackest c are. away..
But there aiu. t no kind of music
Quicker a;au sty eat' unlock
Than the meek) of toe whistle
Wheu it blows at six o'clock.
d love to hear the music of
The organ in the church;
An' the robin singing sweetly,
On his swayin' hazel perch;
An' the babble of the brooklet
As it ripples'mong the trees;
'The sweet angelic whispers
Of the even' scented breeze;
„But. gosh! there aiu't no music
Gives my ear a sweeter shock
'Than the music of the whistle
When it blows at six o'clock.
Oh, I tell yon, when a man is
Nigh to three score years and tea;
An' he's kept his shovel movie'
All the day 'pipet younger men;
When his poor old back is breaking,
An' his head a whiffle' goes;
,An' be feels his heart a-goin'
Downward, downward to his toes,
al„„'There s no sweeter kind of music
In all Mother Nature's stock,
'Than the musio of the whistle
When it Mows at six o'clock.
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•listracts FromMr. Mowat's Spec
at Whitby.
1-tr. Sandficld Macdonald's Gov(
ment was in power when the ]3ri
North America Aet' was passed.
the provisions of the act the provii
!of Ontario and Quebec were to
each a share of the debt of the old •
Vince, which was in excess of that
sntnvd by the Dominion. To pay
tario's share theG overnuicnt kept u:
pended as much money as possibl
The sum amounted to $3,500,
n,ncl it has been falsely said that it
the intention of Mr. Macclonald to 1
the accumulated money untottehed
• to use the interest only, and that
Reform plirty have erred in usit
for public purposes.
Mr. Macdonald's own words in
Hours are a sufficient denial of
He himself appropriated $1,500
out of the funds for the aid of raiht
Thu sutn was not paid until aftei
change of Govermnent when its
augmented by father appropria
so- that up to the end of 1803 the
vinee has paid out in melt for rel
aid nearly $6,000,000. The poll
the Macdonald's Governmentwir
riecl out to the letter 'but ll gr
scale.
The assetlsstill• •refaining • tc
• Province insist of the follc
particulars, said Sir Oliver:
(1) Standing timber on same
000 Square miles. of territory.. ("2
sold Crown lands, including fis
• and mines of gold, silver, el
nickel, eto. (3) Unpaid poi
moneys on Crown lands herctofo
and not yetpatented. (4) A per
t annuity or subsidy of about $:
jk 000 ($1,196,882),to which the Pr
is entitled from the Dominion
the B. N. A. Act, and which is p
every half year. Also a furtli
nual.sum of $142,000 payable
manner under Dominion. acts
187i3 and 1884. The speaks:
exhaustively into an explanat
each asset, and then had this
of the liabilities. °
The only liabilities on the 3
• comber, 1802, were (1) some
sums mentioned by the Treat
'.1 his statement presently
amounting in all to $19;090
some ontstancling railway ser
and soiree annuity to meet
. obligations,andpayablcinfutu
without interest, It has not
custom of either the DoininiOi
Province to reckon such ann
debets to bo taken into ace
reckoning up the debts of the
If we should reckon them
nary debts,the amount to bo
for thins •on business prim
their present value, no tit
amount, as they are not
parable, and do not bear in
fore becoming due. It is oir
specific sums payable withot
in future years are not of . 1
value as the same sums Wol
payable imniediately and i
without interest being front
Ment time.
When we take into aced
ever, as I have been doing,,
of the provincial assets, the
these assets is so largo that
tle moment for any praetic
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whether Wo count the 1 tailwt
tions according to their fat
and as if pr ementty payable
deduction in order to take
• eotlnt what is their present
• The gross amount ofthe rat
Wes and certif ectaa is OM