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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1894-4-6, Page 2CHAPTER VIII. Oliver wondered if the Frenchman had nom( to kill hien. There was no time to cry out or to move in self-defence. 1f Pe ;f eetautl came to murder, ire was prepared to do it quiekly : up in the valley of h Aroublesctne lie had boon aaUad a good shot.A vagrant ray of ounohino filtered en between the slats of the closed blind, xeseiug on a faded spot on the carpet. Oliver idly watched it while thoughts of hie peat, the present, the woman who had Bust written him, went through 1110 mind .swifter than ever electricity carried e. mew mage. A lamp lit and bright, a flash, a crash, land darkness. Oliveret fingers tightened ;nn the arm of his chair, his lips quivered. ,11Ie moaned to be gazing down the nnfatho• . stable depths of eternity. The 'sins of his past came and leered at him; the awful, un- onewered question of the centuries, of all recorded tune, haunted him : " And Afterwards?" He had heard that madmen quailed at bravery, were deterred front evil purpose by quiet common sellae: 00 he looked steadily at his visitor. What a dreadful creature he heel become ! Nor was 10 liquor alone that had crazed his brain. There is a drug so easy of purchase, so pleasing of .effect at first, that insensibly it steels away reason, caution, decently. On rho hairy hand of the Frenchman were tiny red dots; and similar dots tattooed all his body. He had not learned to tako morphine in the convenient capsules,snd hie d.sipation was attended by atiny pain like the prick of conscience. He was terribly pale,with the glazed pallor of a corpse, his eyes weirdly bright, his hair,a few months ago untouch- ed by time, streaked with gray. Of all sad drift on the shores of time a human wreak like this is the most dreadful. " You are surprised to nee me," De 'f-i,estaud said, calmly, but his long thin fingers trembled, showing the agitation he strove to repress. " 1 should be glad to assist you in any may," Oliver answered, his veioe strangely hoarse, the words coming with difSnulty. "I think you can," said the other,slowly, "for you seam to have influence with her and that old she -dragon, her aunt. I know all about that night, your visit down the railroad. 1 know 1 have a son, and for his sake I want you to help me." "What am' do ? Surely you musthave a lawyer of your own. I would not under- take your case for any consideration." " Do not bo too hasty, Mr. Oliver. I do not require your services in any legal capacity, but, as you say in this country in your labor difficulties, as an arbitrator. lhly nephew in France is dead, and my father writes one to come home and bring my wife and child." "She will never consent," Oliver said hastily, "Her aunt would not let her go." "I think a husband has some rights, 1,1r. Oliver. You see I am very temperate in the matter, thought 1 have cause for anger. Now, my son has a future; my father will make him his heir, for my brother is rich, and, besides, none of us are long•lived. I shall not last long; you see I have failed very fast, I want to go back to my own country and live the few days left, and I- 1— want you to help me.' He broke down in a womanish we y and tools out his hand- kerchief. Oliver had felt contempt before, it turned to pity now for the ehambline creature so wretched in his mental degrada- tion. "I am willing to forgive her the dis- grace she has brought upon me," he sobbed, •'even that application for divorce. My father will overlook the fact that I married cut of my station,—beneath me; though never before would he notice my marriage. a in the bhe difference The child Itas made all h world and I haven't oven been allowed to see him. It is a crime to treat a father so. :Even an American court must recognize my rights." " I have no confidence that; you would treat your wife decently if she came back. It world be an unwise experiment." Oliver said, coldly. "But I give you my word I will. She can have that awful aunt with her always. I will not say three words to either of them. She can have her own house in Paris, or live with my father: only ask that my child shall be brought back to me and my father shall be his guardian. You see your- self I am fair and generous in the matter. There is a great difference between the heir of the De Restaud millions, one of the finest names in France (I know I ani not a worthy representative of the family,monsiour),and the child of a divorced woman in that frightful Maine town, where they go to sewing-soeietieador one ploaeure and to prayer -meetings all the week. You know a divorce trial seldom comps out with a good name,—not without reproach. tjon' eider it well, and write Mian Patten what I say. Truly 1 think my wet() liar a groat Minty for you," to door. " Ala Oliver rase and opened the de l ctatand, I will write you my decision. I really mast ash yon not to prolong this interview. There is a limit to my forbear- ance." De Hasten('„ bowed mockingly. I simll look for your answer soon. Perhaps the doctor also could influence Mrs, de Restaud. I esteem the doctor : he is au honest man, and has been good to my son.” With a polite bow the Frenchmen disap• peered, and Oliver event back to hie desk. What should he do . what could he do ? Do Restaurl would carry out his threat there was no 1100111 of that. And, after all, would it not be batter for his wife to re - tam ? etitin? If the family in France would tare for her and the child they would be safe ; and most women would loop termed. to such a bright future. Tl she refused to tome, a trial, the publicity of a courtroom, the nowepapers, a life-long something to be whispered aboot her by some one who had heard, How explain that daring delve acroea 000ntry ? viewed in the cold light of reason it eves a foolish thing ; and he, Craig Oliver, must go on the witness• stand and be questioned. A lawyer is a poor witueso, and he would bo. A man of his egedoingsunh aromantic, silly action. Then that story to the conductor. The other side would find him, of course, and perhaps a passenger who had seen hlinny's farewell. The whole thing was inexplainable. Than his own past, the life of a wifeless ratan of the world,—how would the jury of hard working men view that? They had families and uo temptations, and he was rirt• and had enemies. It was social and political death for Lim, and lie knew it ashe sat there, yet he did not write. A week later Doctor John came in. Thera was no need of telling him : he had met Do Restaud, and had oome to see what Oliver would do. "I have not written her," said Oliver, awkwardly, "except a little note thanking her for her letter, I shall not Write what he wanted." "I have, though," seed Doctor John, ' both to Mrs. Minny and her aunt. The Frenchman cannot trouble thorn long, and after a year or so Mrs. Minny will be a Parisian. All I know of Paris said life there is from novels. Gad, I think if they are true Mrs. Minny will be quite at home in France. She likes things different, you know." I should be a coward to advise her in this matter," Dried Oliver. " I shall have nothing to do with it." However, after an hour's talk with his sensible old friend he changed ais mind and wrote a severely formal letter to Mrs. de Restaud, advising her to return to her hus- band. Her answer was a piteous appeal. What did he mean ? After all that had happened, did he 'think she should trust herself with a man who every one said was crazy. Dootor John read and shook. his head. "She won't come," rte said ; "but you keep on writing, for the Frenchman means what he says. I see him often as he comes to my office. She need notsay three words to him, and her aunb can be with her always till she'ts safe at his father's. This was duly written, but the answers both from Miss Patten and her niece wore unsatisfactory until a few days before the time set by De Restaud. Oliver, madden- ed by her disregard of his warning, for he learned De itestaud had his lawyer engaged and the case would be pre- sented, telegraphed her, "Are you coming or not? I bog you will come at once. We cannot face the consequences." use u areas.' Ho felt like a coward, but what else could lie do ? Fight with a madman in a court -room ? it was horrible. The answer came promptly from Mrs. de Restaud : she would start at oaoe. Oliver took the telegram and went to find Do Restaud. The suit hill done h e part r divorce there stopped. P was no need for further anxiety. He drove, to Doctor John's office, but the doctor was up in the mountains attending a case, and would not be back for a day or two. He knew where De Restaud lived,—a furnish- ed house he had hired for a fow months,— and he drove there. After some delay, Annette, more corpulent than ever, opened the door in response to his ring. She seem- ed worried and timorous in her manner, and looked at him blankly as he asked Mor in Englieli if Monsieur was at home. Then Oliver remembered, and tried in imperfect French. She brightened up. "No, monsieur,' she said eagerly, "he is seldom here ; and Louis is always away. TSF B]bETSS LS POS', At the pollee station Oliver could •learn nothing ; De Rostaud had y+, nn from a -Oliver it d seri tion of the object of hie march to a a ee ire went home. In the early morning the man carne to hes henna, He had nob found De Rostaud, bub had learned and told such a story of depravity and vice that Oliver's half•formed purpose became an insbane decision, detective said 000ll " lenses," the da Y, when agent gits clown he's apt to be a eight lower then jest a borned tough ; and, as I can learn, thio pertikler one has se out to see just how quick lee kin fling awity what little life he's got left in him, wa' how low he kin gib wdoin' ib ; an' this ain'b harf I've learned." "It is enough," Oliver said, briefly, es he paid and dismissed him. Phan he hastily ate breakfast, left directions for his clerks, and took the train for the East. He had write ten Mrs. do Restaud whet road to Dome to Chicago, for he might wish to telegraph her there and he reckoned there was yet time to meet her before she took tram for Denver. He would tell Miss Patton the whole story and send her and her niece back. He would advise them to go direotto Paris. Annette's advice was good. He was Dare• loss never to have thought of it before. Oliver shuddered at the prospect of the case in court. He would have to endure it if De Restaud would not listen to row son. Perhaps he could keep it out of the papers, But he knew in lits heart not : he was well hated. "All for the Troublesome little lady," he sighed. "A pretty mess I got myself fate, assisting distressed dam. eels. And yet what man situated as I was that night would have done otherwise?" In the depot in Chicago a pretty 'young woman was frantically searching for a par- ticular baggage•man. She had on a neat blue gown, a seal -skin jacket, and a jaunty hat set over her curls. She was so sweetly pretty that several iron•liearted train - employees were moved to interest and gym. pathy. "He was quite short and fat," she said, anxiously, and Skye really seemed to like him, and he slid he world take the very best care of him" "What is the matter, Mrs. /slimly?" said a voice just behind her. "Oh, Mr. Oliver 1" she cried, delighted- ly, giving him both her hands. 'How glad I am to see you 1 1 have been so wor- ried 1 I hate travelling ! I can't find the mat who has my dog. Oh, there he is 1" A fat baggage•nnan carte along the plat- form at that moment, dragging a discorso• late mass of wool tied by a disproportion- ately large rope. " Oh, thank you ever so much 1" /finny beamed on him, hnggiing the dog in her arms. Isn't he nice? Ho knows every- thing." "A sight," said the man, pleasantly, "and wasn't no particular trouble." au we were having auoh a lovely bine. I l to go back to iim, Yen know I thought hew sorry you l be when I (lied o n broken ant t'a nness and 'oe'd acme to see me in my coffin, The Troublesome little lady would be Troublesome no more, but still and quiet es you'd lilts eor to ba, and ofd and e0rrowful, for one clay of my old life with hint would take all the young• nose out of me. Perhaps your 0onecience Would hurt you a little because you had driven me back; for I would not have oono but for you, The thought that your kind - nese to me would injure your good name made me miserable. I)r, John wrote how your political prospects world bo ruined,— politioal prospeste is right, is it not 1—and you couldn't bo governor 01' anything," "Minny, say no more, oiled Oliver, his office trembling, " my dear little.girl, It breaks my heart Dootor John was gruel to write such nonsense ; he Was too eager to serve me, I don't want office ; and I would face the elender of the world to spare you a moment's pain.". She trembled so at his words he stopped in the midst of a sentence, reproaching him- self for his lack of self•control. They were silent a few moments; then alio said, with Iter old smile,— "Now we've made up,—haven't we?-- and you aro just as nice as you were that night,. so please may my dog. run a little on the snow ?" Of course," he said, and let free the small animal, who darted after birds, bark- ing joyously. Among the discomforts of having an erratic mistress were long con- finement in cold dark oars and aurrepttoious jouroeyings under shawls and in baskets : so in these latter days of sudden journeys and imprisonment Skye had grown. to prize his Moura of freedom. Perhaps in hie heart, though, he willingly endured nights in the baggage -car for the joy of being rid of that rod -faced black•eyed something who slept so much and whom he must never waken with a happy bark or jump. How many times o0 account of that red-faced thing who cried had his darling's aunt scouted hint out of doors with a broom, saying, " Scat, you dog ! there, you've waked the baby again." Now, his dear mistress was litre her old self, and he, Syke, though he never would tell, had seen Miss Hannah and that baby slinking away from the house in Maine like criminals, and he had never noticed their departure by one small bark, for fear they might return. ver far yenr0, to can't help being fully boouuae I don't baro evidently bought immunity meet 1 Tile SoYeile• haled Knife, f b len sr tae he eyed with hunger and longing the handsome pookot• knife which his uncle was just replacing in his pocket, "ain'tthat stunning? Wouldn't I like to have one lilts it, though? Quite a difference." And as lie spoke the words of comparison, he drew from his pocket his mitoh.abused, nicked, single -bladed knife, which had been a Ohristmas present to him only a few menthe ago. " I (Mould nay there is quite a difference." responded Hurry, with a sniff towards Jack's knife. "Maybe when you got to los AS old as uncle Raymond, Jack, you, con have enols a knife as thou ourself. " You'd bettor believe I will," was Jack's putitive assurance, "Yee," said mole Raymond, who had been quietly rubbing the blade with his silk handkerchief, and apparently" not noticing whet the boys were saying. antl you can get it in the same way I got mine, if you choose." Why, how was that ?" asked both boys in concert. Well, I don't mind telling you. It was on the principle that quality is better than quantity. Look there, Jack, your knife ie almoeb as large as mine," The boys looked perplexed, as though they did not understand their uncle Ray mood's remark. Seeing their looks, he pro- ceeded to explain. " Yon see," said Ito, "ib was this way when I was a boy. For a long time I thought the m0o0 desirable thing in a poc- ketknife was size, and when I eaw a boy at and heart, which brings into play tho high- er faculties of the nature, such as sympathy, benevolence, faith, courage, self-deniai and virtue, each of which is a blade in itself, giving employment and enjoyment when the possession and gratification of mere wealth utterly fails tosatisfy."—[New York Observer, ,Stolt ab heart , llvot gate 0 p Whew 1 " said Jack d 6 t and heart l! i mea ) my wife is not fit to bring up a child. How 1 like the farm better. I am alone always, did she act with you ? Was that right end always. Monsieur is so bad, too,—oh, proper oven in an Amoricau young fy, dreadful I ever, Louis is afraid of him." eh ?" "I fail to see anything in the conduct of 1 Oliver hesitated. The poor soul was even Mrs. de Restaud that would not stand, nefriendly, she was so lonely, Perhaps she most searching investigation." said Olfm. r. "Your own case would not be so clear; a 1 ware you an American jury is always d n the aide of a woman it she is good and has been wronged." "You are on a very high horse, Mr. Oliver. Perhaps I can assist you to dis- mount. My wife's lawyer writes me she will sue tor a divorce. Very woli,so shall I myself." "Really Mr. de Restaud, this is none of my affair," cried Oliver, impatiently. "I refuse to listen to you any longer." "You will, monsieur, because it shall be your affair." "How?" "I shall name you the co-respondent. Your drive with my wife that night will have no romanoe for a jury of aober- minded citizens. Do not be too hasty. I have letened to conversation at a club political hero, and I have heard you desire office some time, to be governor of the State. The scandal which you cannot anemic will hurt your ohanoos, oh ? I find the world eager to hear such things, the newspapers of the opposition most anx- ious to publish ugly stories of an opponent. You have made many enemies hi your pro. feseion : this will be their opportunity," "You are an infernal scoundrel I" said Oliver, white to the lips. " If you were anythieg but a morphine wreck I would throw you out of my otfioe." " I do net desire to quarrel. I am a oink man,—much weaker than I thought." De lteotaud paused and wiped 1110 wet fore. head, breathing heavily, "Theo has been a task. You know the consequence, : you persuade my wife to come beak to me, with the aunt if she desire, but my child, and go to France, or I bring suit for divorce add the custody of my child and tell all the facts." "Itis utter folly," cried Oliver. " What can 1 do? I have no lnfiuonoo over your wife; I hardly know her; and the aunt Will neverermit her 10 return." "The old is strict; site ie proud, ton well, for the- mad Frenohma had been t "NOW, please don't be email," her pretty and a young woman who had been through jfaniliar figura bi the night, world of Den. mouth quivered end her oyes filled, "jttet salute to the red ensign, was not bad hearted. "Do you think it would bo right for madam to return 1" he asked, slowly re- calling each word from an i mperfoct memory. He repeated it, es she did uotconprohend; then her manner ohenged. " Oh, Monsieur," she riled, in horror, "novor, never 1 Ho has said he will kill her. He walks all night sometimes, and raves about Mor, and looks so dreadfuh Louis said be did nob like Madame, but for fhe general's sake, she must keep away from Monsieur. There would be a crime) and the De Restauds are 30 proud. 1 think Monsieur is quite mad now ; end be is so thin ; he eats nothing, and some nights there are two sten to hold him, he sees auoh things, I did not like Madame, she was not a French lady, but I wish my worst enemy no such fate as to he here." "You knew," said Oliver, "theta was a baby, a little boy?" "Yea, monsieur, and I am thankful. Madame may have a good heart : she loved the little dog. I think she would do right to go to France,—to the general ; he is a grand man, and now there is no ono of the name ; little Alphonse in Paris le dead, and his beautifnl mother is dying of grief, they write us." ' Oliver eloped a dollar in the woman's fat hand. "You are a good soul," ho said, kindly, "I trust name day you will be back in France and have a farm of your owe." " Here is my trunk -check," Minny said, giving it to Oliver, "and my satchel is somewhere: in that corner, 1 set it down ; it's a wonder I did not lose it. 01, what a time Inc'had I Now where shall we go?" "To find Miss Patten," smiled Oliver, taking the satchel and umbrella, while she followed carrying the dog, and the small audience of trainmen looked after her in open approval." "To lend Miss Patton, of course." "011, goodness ! 1 wish we could 1" giggledMrs. Minny, ' What?" cried Oliver. "It's her turn, Mr. Utive.', She has run away. "Not with you? You are not alone?" "Why, of course. Who was there? I think it mean of you to look cross, when I came to keep your name outof my troubles because the doctor wrote it would ruin all your political prospects. You helped me once, and I am coming back to a man I—I hate,—yes, I do, —and am afraid of, so no a word a bout you." She look- ed say one w Y d at him with triumphant virtue so satis- fied P fiad and sweet he hung his head, the words of reproach dying on his lips. "Well, there's the baby and nurse -girl," he said, hopefully. " Why, no," she laughed. "Didn't Ito you ? Aunt Hannah stole the baby. She ran away herself this time. Oh,' do hire ono of those cunning Dabs, and we'll go for a drive, and I'll tell you all about it.' "Theolts, monsieur,—and the bosutilnl poultry I had such comforb with in the moilntaine; it was better there," He hoard the holes rattle behind him as be wont to the waiting merino. The poor soul was almost a prisoner from her hare, What should he do'1 Mrs. Minn}, had Muted, and he could not roach hoe by telegraph. He told the driver to go to the different gambling -horses, and. at each ono he got out and searched for the French- man. He was not gambling, the dealers told him, all knowing Do Redland only too APRIL 0, 189,1- it 89,t it all around, said: "Very good, very geed; My boy, provided you aro going to plate a business .+f cutting kiodliage or brueltWOoI 00 skinning doer ; but none of thee() !hinge Mho very inttolt skill. It la better to bo a mat of many toots than of one, and 1 poo• mise you that every now tent of whieb yon l,arnthe pam0 and use 80 ae to handle lb with caro and 01ti11 I will get for yore" "After t hat I went to work learniot something oleo besides whittling. I learn- ed to bore, drill, eaw, file and do half a dozen other thinge, and when the timeoame. for fulfilling the promise, my grandfather, who had recently made a trip to the oily, handed too ont this beaubiful knife with its complete sot of tools." "And I can't do anything bot whittle with mine 1" said Jack, looking ruefully at Ids big one -bladed "toad stabber,' au Harry called It ; " while you tau do a dozen things with yours." "And don't forget, boys, there ie as auoh difference in mesas there is inknives,". said Unolo Raymond. " A boy may geb the idea that money can take the place of character and culture ; but it shows he doesn't know the difference between a single bladed knife and one with a set of tools." "Well," said Jack, speaking half to himself, and as though his mind was felly made up on the snbjoet. " I tell you what ; I moan to be a eeven.bladed knife, and Frank Brown may be a one -bladed knife if he chooses. I don't believe there is so much in money after all." " Not half so much in the way of con- tributing to one's happiness," said Uncle Raymond, by way of a parting remark, " as there is to that cultivation of mind "I am very hungry," said Mrs. Minny as the carriage turned back to the city, " and as my dog is hungry 100, it would he a good idea for you to take us to a private room in seine restaurant, where we can feed Skye on the carpet when the waiter is out." Tluare was nothing to do, of course, but to accede to this denmised: The very fact that she was hungry appealed to Oliver's generous heart. He thought, however, as they went up the stairs to a 000ey private supper-room,this wouldsoundunploasantly to a jury. He could even fancy the actor• ney for the prosecution's question, "Did you, Mr. Oliver, think this proceeding a proper ono?Does societycousider it discreet for an unmarried man to take a young married Indy to such a piers in the absence of her husband?" etc. Still, Mrs. 1tlinny enjoyed everything so much, Oliver forgot his fears, and wee merry enough in his way. The dog, gorged with food, showed oft his most amusing tricks, which Mrs. Hinny admitted he never would do before when strangers were present. "I think he is really getting fond of you," she said tenderly. Oliver, aware of the silliness of it, but pleased at that trustful glance, said he hoped so. He left Mrs. Minny at a hotel, register- ing her name and ordering a good room for her, than with almost a sense of relief walked to another hotel, a long distance away. He hoped the spy might be follow. in :once or twice be looked behind but S 1 a tele• thein seemed no one. At his Roto gram awaited him. It was from a clerk in his office : "Dr. Achoro telegraphed from Pueblo to you in Denver, ' Hons. de Rostaud died this morning at the insane asylum. Fun• eral in Denver.' I telegraphed him you wore in Chicago." A second telegram was brought Oliver just as he was going to', bed : it was from Doctor John : "Toll Mrs, de Pasteur'. They need not come on—too Wafer funeral. Was uncon- scious. Left no message. Glad you aro with them. Jottx Aarioxx." Death had released the suit for divorce : it would never be brought, and the vengeance of a crazed brain was over. With a quick boat of his heart Oliver realized Mrs. Minny was free at last: perhaps she could learn to care for him some day,—with a swift re• pulsion as ho thought of the deed far across the plains. Yet for Daae death had boon kind to the living, and who was there to mourn Henri de Restaud? His mother flied in his boyhood, his father drove him from France, his wife hated and feared him, his child would never see his face, and his servants ware only kept by lavish payments. So men may make a mockery of living, a shame of days, may be blots on Oda fair earth, useless in a uaoful world, may cause but pain and sadness, and go into eternity more friendlies, more wretch• el in their ealf•infliotod degradation, than the outcast dog slinking through the alleys of a city. (TO DE C0\T15UeD.) "The hansoms would be too cold, Mts. Minny. We will take this carriage," he said, calling one ; and she, very well pleas- ed, got in with the dog while he deposited her luggage on the front seat. "You see," she said, loaning baok on the oushioned seat as the carriage left the noisy stone pavement and talking was possible, "Aunt Hannah got it into her heed that I did not love Francois—the baby— enough. He really did seem to fuse the moment I took him ; and Aunt Hannah knows so many rules for bringing up ohil- dren that I was nowhere with my own child. Old maids do, you know. Then bo got to look more like Hon—Monsieur de itestaud every day ; and that was a trial. Aunt Hannah said he was just fretty, Int I thought him de Restauly. I suppose I am awfully wicked, but I was glad Aunt Hannah wanted him. Then there was--" Mrs. Minny hesitated and looped away ; a faint blush colored her rotund cheek,—" a redheaded young man who took me riding, --horsebaok•riding. I am sure thele is no harm in that. A homely young man; she added, seeing the shadow on Oliver'o face, "not nioo at all ; but ono must have some friends. And then one morning when she was making the bed Aunt Hannah found your letter under the pillow,—your first ono; not the ugly ones telling ma it was my duty to come back to my husband. Funny business letters tlioae, not like you or that lovely ride we had. I was deeper. ate at having to come back : so maybe I was mean to Aunt Hannah. One day she and the baby and its clothes disappeared, and she lofts note tolling me that' was not to search for her, for she was going to put Frankie—that's What she calls him—in safe keeping." I am sure there was no harm in that latter," he said, stiffly. "Oh, she wouldn't read it ; I couldn't got her to ; and, just to tease because she said my behavior was scandalous, I kissed the tetter and hid it away." Well, this is a nice affaiu," said Oliver, smiling a little because Mrs. Minny was so gayly happy. " I don't see what we are going to do. I thought your aunt would be with you so I hurried en to prevent your coming, It would not 1i0 safe. Your —Mr. do Rostaud has grown worse,—I think is losing hie mind. I oamo to send you to Franco, to the ell general, whore probably bliss Patton has gone. Now you are alone. De itestaud has e spy following tee, I am sure ; ha had in Denver, and -- Oliver could not say his womb sttspioion0. school with m knits larger than mine, envied trim and din not rest satisfied until 1 had in some way traded for that knife. Than I was satisfied for a little while, until I saw a larger one, when I wanted to got that ; and so kept on until I became the proud owner of the largest knife in the whole neighborhood—an immense hunting knife. which was almost too heavy for my pocket." Ho, ho I" laughedJack, "that reminds me of what father said about Mr. Brown buying land. He first owned a small farm, then bought a larger one, then another ad- joining that, another adjoining that, endso kept on buying farm after term until ho owned more land than any other man in the country, butetill he was not satisfied." " No ; nor do I suppose I should have been with my pocketknife, Ifsome one had told me that in another town there was a pocketknife as large as is butcher's cleaver, I should have wanted to go straight and trade for that." " Aud," broic° in Harry, " they say Mr. Brown is going to leave all his land to Fran!!. Prank was bragging to the boys the other day about what a fine time he would have. Fre pooh-poohed ab the idea of his having to study hard at acltool. What need would he have for so much education, when he was going to be rich ? Ho guessed he wouldn't have to earn his living by teaching school or keeping books, or anything of that, sort. I'd like to be as rich as Frank will be." " It's the same mistake," said uncle Ray mond with a quiet smile. " Quantity can never take the plaoe of quality, The man who looks upon his time and opportunities as mere tools with which he can carve out success in a given time, that 10, getting ahead of his follows, makes the name was. take I did about the pocketknife." " That isn't belling us, uncle Raymond," sugaested Jack, " how you came to get the seven -bladed knife. You've forgotten your story." I'm coming to that," said uncle Ray- mond, "as fast as I can. Now you nee that the largest blade in my knife is not more than a fourth as large as Tack's, yeb it is plenty large euongh for all my uses. There is no use in carrying around a lot of metal fn one's pocket merely for the sake of hav- ing a larger knife than any one else. Now that's a good deal like Mr. Brown's land and a groat ileal like some acus miners. For the sake of having more wealth than somebody else, they load themselves with riohes far beyond their wants or uses, and it does nothing but wear them out. There is just about aa much real glory in it as there 10 in lugging around the biggest knife in the school, when one a fourth as large would whittle just as well. The time is coming when a man will bens much asham' ed to overload himself with wealth while many of his fellow creatures suffer with want as ho ought to be to overload his stomach with food for which he had neither appetite nor digestten." 'But you're not telling us how yon got the knife," insisted Jack, who had been looking straight at his uncle during all this conversation, and wondering if ib had anything to do with the way he had been heard to openly express. himself that he wished to he as rich some day as Frank Brown. "Yes, I am Homing to that," said uncle Raymond. "Now here is another blade," he continued, opening a slender, polished pert of the knife not much bigger than a darning needle, "that isanut pick ; I often Glad it very handy." "Why!" exclaimed Jack, "I thought n knife was intended to out, and not to eat note with. " "Some people make the same mistake," said uncle Raymond, "in reference to elle- into thevvaley." cess in life. They think it means just one' Nobody answered him. All talk,• dills• tiling—goating rich—and they narrow it cult enough before on account of the ruah- down to that; but my knife, you sae, means ing wind, note ceased, and in silence we "It will bo brought out in the ma, this nl00 little ride and everything," ohirped Mos, Meny, "like the chops and tomato sande in Dickens, and everybody will think me dreadful." a ea{d You are vary thoughtleee, he , ddldly. On a Hand -Car. A correspondent of Forest and Stream went up the Oroya Railroad in the Andes, a wonderful piece of railway engineering. The sharp ascent began at noon, over terraces, through tunnels drilled in the solid rock, and over brides spanning awful chasms. At three o'clock they reached their destination, some ten thousand feet above the level of the sea. After a subs- tantial dinner, which the mountain air rendered doubly acceptable, the party began making preparations for the descent, which was to be accomplished in a hand- car by the force of gravity alone. The hand -car had boon brought up. with us on the train, and when the men came to put it together it wee discovered that the iastoninga of two of the wheels were broken. After a hurried consultation, as it was growing late, some telegraph wire was. found, and the broken portions were tied together. The morin charge of the descent hoped OM would answer, they said. And if it dosau't?" I asked. Tluey shrugged their shoulders. I looked askance at my co npanion0, but they stood by in silence. Probably, like myself, they world willingly have seconded a proposition to return by the regular train, but wore too proud to make it, Without a word we took our seats on the car. Silently one of the employes opened a bag and took ant three revolvers, handing one to each of his compauiona. They cook- ed these weapons in a :natter -of -fact way and planed them between their feet. "This car is used by the paymaster," one of them thoughtfully explained, "and it isn't uncommon for desperadoes to throw it off the track. I got a tumble and a ballet myself not so very long ago." Again I looked at my companions. It was per- haps owing to the altitude that they seemed to exhibit, BRITISH SHIPS:AT RIO atea quiet fief, Creative Work; Was bone 00 itrltlsh Protection. A London despatch says :— eater all thab has been heard of the energy diepray. ed by the American admiral at Rio and the supposed reluctance of the British naval force at that port to render adequate as. sistanco to our mereenbite fleet the testi- mony of Col. Howard Vincent i0 most wel- come. As an eye-Witne00 ho declares what' Hor Majesty's chips have been able to do and have done. Naval officers have con- ducted mail steamers to a safe anchorage, have escorted passengers embarking and disembarking, and have afforded British negate: (and there have been hardly any others) proteotton fron the fire of either sire, althaueh the nature and destination thereof wore often a subjaat of legitimate suspicion. Asan instance, Colonel Howard Vincent mentions that Admiral de Mello threatened to stop the royal mail steamer Themes, on board which were he wife and hitnself,bocansecertainpa:c ongers, behaved to be sailors going to man a Government steamer, were not allowed to be arrested. Captain Lang intimated at once that this would not be allowed, celled his command to gtiartoro, and directed Captain Ilicke, of the Thames, to steam out very slowly directly under the stern of the Agotdaban, Bettor counsels prevailed upon the flag• ship, and the groan flag was lowered in taie the preliminary symptom of mountain sickness. As for myself my heart was in my mouth ; but it did not trouble me long, for of a sudden the brakes were taken off, and with a spring, the oar shot for. ward, apparently leaving at the point of departure my entire internal eaono- e4 my. Down we rushed with ever increasin speed, the oar swaying from side to side, on ono hand the mountain wall, on the othera drop of perhaps a thousand feet, through tunnels of midnight darkness, round sharp curves where the broketsvltels fairlyereak. ed with the strain. The starless night closed in around us. It wes now simply a question of chance as we plunged into the darkness. "We ought to have started sooner," mut• tared one of the men; "a stick or a stone, or even a dog on the track, would throw us more than cutting. Here, far fpotanee, in a little gimlet ; I found it very' handy last winter when I wanted to screw on my sltates for the first time. This blade is an awl. I used it the other day !e prepare the way for driving a serol wlbhoub split' ting a piece of board, and Fiore is a screw• driver with which I drove 11 home. You see, I can amuse myself or make myself useful wibh my knife, even where whittling is forbidden by Jaok of a stick of the right sort, or the libber the ehaVings make. Now that is one of the differences between the man whose chief aim in life is getting rich, and the man whose chief aim in life to to be useful and to get knowledge by wbioli he may bo of serves to himaolf and others. Stop the first man from the one thing of getting moony, awl he has nothing with which to employ himself, but the other mean has a much wider and higher range of on. joymont. Do you begin to see the differ. eoeo now between Frank Brown, without an education, and with all his father's money, and Jack Somers, with te knowledge of history and literature and science turd medicine or law or some outer useful pro- fesaion, but having to earn what, mousy he needs?" .lack nodded his heat, "I emppos° you moan to nay, Uncle Raymond," he suggest- ed " that Frank Brown would only bo a one•bladed knife, no matter bow largo the blade was, while Jack Somers would have just as many different blades me ho had use. ful accomplishments, and when one failed him, hecould try another." "Exactly," said Uncle Raymond. "Now T finish tellingh Igot th watched the sparks fly from the wheels, Thoughts of armed outlaws and of broken fastenings kept running through my mind, and the journey seemed ahnost endless. At teat the Maiden twists around the sharp ourves ceased. We were in the val. ley. Presently a big light buret upon its. "Down brakes!" cried one of the men. The station was before us. Thank God A Lucky Player. Two travellers in the express from Parts to Nice got into convoreation. " Going to Nice ?" " Yes." "Also to Monte Garlo?" "Oh, yes 1 I go there every year." " Yon play there 000asionally, no doubt ?" "Certainly; ones In the morning and ono in the evening—twice a day regular. ly_" "And yet Pose now and then ?" " Never." "How is thab possible? Do yott mill tolling mo how you manage it?" "Teat is very ehnple; I play the violin." —(Le Figaro. Tho frock neat first made its appoaranoo in England in WO, in the reign of Honey Vali. 'Numerous Gorman works, both prose and poetry, have been translated into Hindnetan0o, the translator being one Numocokld, who a aged sixtyfive, and, who Mae already translated over thirty German must are t day you law a works, roman0110, hietorfos end poetry, the huffs, One I way showingrfa my redo ootr been the most popular with his hunting' knife to my grandfather, who, P y g P P after he had turned it over and looked at o0untrymon