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The Exeter Advocate, 1894-10-4, Page 3Woman's Crime.. BY Ar-U ercariere .. so he tbl " ec b permission o theowvn i f t 1!'t situf e ! Y Copyright. (CONTINUED.) •''What is true?". stamping her slipper - ed foot wrathfully.- "Tell me instantly." "Well, I am going to'" cried be- ginning e - ginning to recover herself a little, "You see Lenore dragged us down among all those horrid, nasty smelling Germans, and at last turned down the awfullest, awfullest dirty street you ever saw in your life. We tried to coax her to turn " tin Chicago,' was se back, but no, sheg she said, and she must see all of it. So on we went, and. oh how it did smell ! When eve had got to the nastiest, mean- est, dirtiest place of all, we heard some- one screaming, and someone else swear- ing in awful ]dutch. There was a sort of alley -way, and as we came to it there we saw a big man beating a woman with his great, dirty, awful fists. The woman was down cn her knees beside a little pile of wood, and a mallet and wedge lay beside the man. Before we could think Lenore hacl rushed at tho man screaming in the awfullest way, 'Stop, you beast, you devil; stop, I tell you.' But the man. roared out anotheroath and struck the woman again so hard that she fell over upon the wood. In an instant Lenore had seized that great mallet and struck the roan an awful blow upon the head. We could hear his skull crack. Oh, Nett, it was awful. And there stood Lenore above the man, and you could fairly see the sparks fly out of her eyes. 'Lie there, you brute,' she said, and I thought she would kick him with her boot. By that time a ragged little girl ran up, and at her heels a big, ugly policeman. I saw him go up and take Lenore by the arm, and then I ran away as fast as I could." Having finished her "awful" story, Mrs. Warren sat down to recover her breath. "And gate," asked. Min. Ruthven, all in a tremble. "I tell you, he has got her too. Think of it, Nett—Kate and that awful Lenore locked up in a police station." "Who talks of my being locked up in a police station," cried a clear, vibrant voice, and simultaneously the door swung open, and Lenore Armyn appeared upon the threshold, with cheeks flaming, eyes blazing and nostrils quivering. "Is it you, Drs. W'erren? Oh, you pitiful cow- ard ; you would stand by and see a human being killed by.•:� brute and then run away and lie abou4bne who dared to interfere. Bah ! I despise you." And Lenore Armyn turned on her heel and walked straight to her own room. "Jess, how could you," said Kate Sea- ton, who had followed Lenore into the room, looking very pale but quite col- lected. "You have made Lenore so angry." I made her angry," retorted Jess, growing suddenly brave. "I made her knock that man down, I suppose. Heavens, I am afraid to live in the house with Lenore Armyn ; she is a fiend in- carnate. I shall never forget how she looked. But of course you wont say a word against her, not if she kills the whole family some day. It's a pity the policeman didn't shut her up," said the now hysterical Jess. "If you are afraid to live here you had better change your quarters," said Kate, in a white heat. "Rest assured Lenore will never kill you, she doesn't care enough about you one way or the other" "Don't she ?" hissed. Jess. "Well, I hope some day to prove more worthy her consideration," and she flounced out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind her Mrs. Ruthven turned to her sister. "Kate, what on earth does this all mean ! Did Lenore Armyn strike a man?" "Yes, Nettie, she did," replied Kate Seaton, gravely. "She felled him with one blow. He went down like an. ox, and he deserved it. But oh, it was terrible to see Lenore. I never dreamed she coilld a seen her possess such a temper, eyes flash, and her hands clench, at the mention of wrong or outrage ; she was always the champion of the weak. I have seen her interfere between quarrel- ling children more than once, and shake a boy as big as herself nearly out of his boots. But nothing like this. Nettie, she was livid to the lips—and her eyes, I shall never forgot them. She told the policeman what she had done, and he looked thunderstruck; then, as people be- gan to flock around, he told her she had served the brute right, but that she had better go home as quick as possible. "I wouldn't arrest you if you had killed him,' he said, `but someone else might if you stayed.' Then I wanted her to run, but she would not ; of course I would not leave her, and she walked along so stead- ily all the way, but with that dreadful look of anger on her face. Nettie, I' would not wrong Lenore Armyn for the world. If any man ever does, she will murder him." CHAPTER XI.—SETTING THE SNARE. Lenore Armyn kept her room until luncheon time ; but when she came down and took her seat at the table she was, outwardly at least, her usual calm self. When the heat of her passion had died away, she had regretted her hasty speech to Jess Warren, and now she turned to- ward her, saying:. "Mrs. Warren I trust you will con- sider the state, of my mind when I so in- sulted you to -day. I was beside myself. I never knew until to -day what a temper I possessed. Will you try and forget my words?" It is only generous natures that can make or accept apologies graciously and gracefully. Jess Warren was not of this order. "It's of no consequence," she said, with an effort at carelessness that was an utter failure. I am not at all,off ended. Let it pass." " I was terribly angry," said Le- nore. turning her eyes toward Mrs. Ruthven. Inwardly, I am angry yet. I think if I should hear that I had dealt that villain his death blow I could not be hypocrite enough to say that I•regretted it: I don't like to talk of the affair; let us never mention it, please. They had planned a drive for the fol- lowing day. .Clarence Arteveldt was to come with his landau and take the three ladies, MIS. Warren, leeinore Arrnyn and tate Seaton, for a drive, in the parks. " We must make the most of this fine weather," Arteveldt had said ,""Septem- ber is: the month for pleasant dr'i'ves, and it is almost gone..'' Clarence Arteveldt had been falling deem., and deeper into ea tui e at d suspense' was becoming unbearable. Be had decided, over and .over again, to. 1 r hislove forw dec, a e ov Lenore, but somehow s h the right sort of an opportunity had been laeking. As they drove through the city on this pleasants inwardly vowing dayhe wa ar l v w n to d put an end o. his suspense, and declare himself. He did not know how the op- portunity for a declaration was to` be brought about, but, all unknownto him- self, he had an able coadjutor. Mrs. Warren, the artful, was fully aware of the situation. It was plain enough to all save Lenore that Clarence Arteveldt was her lover. And it was plain enough to Mrs. Warren that Lenore Armyn had no love for the young man. She had not been in daily, almost hourly, contact with the frank girl without learn- ing to read her opinion of the men who hovered about her. " What a 'splendid catch Clarence Artevelt would be for you Lenore," she had said one day, "So rich, and then so handsome. And I think he likes you." "A splendid catch indeed," the girl had replied, with her ringing laugh, Why, Mrs. Warren ! you wouldn't con- demn me tolive all my days with such an aimless cuniberer of the ground as he, would you? If one wants a parlor orna- ment, a China man would be equally at- tractive, and much less trouble. Think of being married to a pretty man !" They were driving south on Dearborn street, when a trifling incident occurred. They had halted at the Madison street crossing because of the press of vehicles, and the passage of street oars, when Clarence Arteveldt; who sat behind Le- norne, put a hand upon her arm, saying : ""Miss Armyn, do you see that hand- some fellow there waiting for that car to pass? The one in gray, 1 mean." Yes." " That is a particular friend of mine." Then, as the carriage started forward, he leaned toward her, saying, in a low tone, "I can trust you with a secret; he is a detective." As he uttered these words Jess Warren, who could not hear them, and was watch- ing the faced Lenore, said to herself : i" What did he say to make her turn so pale ?" " You hardly saw him, Miss Armyn ; look again," said the young manin his ordinary tone. Don't you call him a fine fellow ?" " I saw him," replied Lenore, looking directly away from the crossing where Neil Bathurst stood, all unconscious of the proximity of the carriage and its oc- cupants. "I saw him distinctly ; he is certainly handsome. Can't we go faster now ?" They drove upon the South Boulevard, and from thence to the western portion of the city. "Let's drive in," said Jess, as they approached Union Park. "Let's drive in and get out and see the horrid bear and go up on the mound ; we have driven so far that it will rest us, and Lenore has never been in Union Park on foot. Have you, dear?" Thus appealed to, Lenore, who had been invariably polite to Jess, on princi- ple, signified her approval of the plan, and they left the driver to meditate at leisure, while they walked about the park. Without being able to tell just how it. happened, Clarence Arteveldt found him; self walking beside Jess Warren. He was scarcely able to conceal his ehargin at this arrangement, but Mrs. Warren chatted carelessly zmtil the two girls were left out of hearing, than she looked up into his face and said, with her most sympathetic smile : " Shall I guess your thoughts, Mr. Arteveldt?" Clarence looked. annoyed. " You aro thinking of Lenore," said pussy -cat. softly, "and no• wonder; she is a sweet girl. Take my advice, sir, and don't loose too much time. Half the men who have seen her are wild about her." "But what can Ido?" said Clarence, thrown completely off his guard. "Do ! why make sure of her at once. Don't let some one else come in ahead of you." "Mrs. Warren," said he, suddenly, "do you think she cares for me." " How should I know?" laughed the widow. "I would tell you if I could. I like you both, and would like to see you both happy" " If you could only find out for me," he said, eagerly. "If you could say to me, 'Clarence, I know she loves you,' I would give you anything. I would give thousands for a word of dope !" "Foolish boy," purred the widow. "Do you mean to say that if I could tell you how to win Lenore Armyn you would give me—say, five thousand dollars?" " I do ! I do ! Only tell me how, and it is yours." "Listen !" said the woman, moving nearer to him. "I will:'go and draw off Kate Seaton. Then do you propose to Lenore Armyn without loss of time. If she refuses you—but of course she won't —I promise that she shall unsay her words. She shall be your wife. I can tell you how to win her, and I will." "Are you in earnest?" Perfectly so. If you want my help, do as I say ; if you don't, we will drop the subject:" " But if she refuses me ?" " If she refuses you I will meet you this evening, say at 7 o'clock. I will go over to Miss Van Buren's and you must call there ; then you can offer to escort me home, and I will tell you how to win a wife." She turned abruptly and called to the girls. In a few moments the positions were reversed, and Clarence Arteveldt had the opportunity he had longed for and dreaded. Jess found no other chance to speak with him, but his face, as they drove to- ward horde, was not a happy one. 4.s he assisted her from the carriage he whis- pered in her ear, "I will call at Miss Van Buren's at 7," and Jess Warren en- tered the house with a triumphant smile upon her lips. Mess Van Buren's dwelling was nearly a block from the Ruthven's, and an hour later saw the widow and Carrie Van Buren standing in the doorway. They had been in close consultation for more than en hour, and Mrs. Warren was now taking her leave. " You are sure there is no risk ?" asked Miss Van Buren, with a foxy look in her eyes. "Perfectly sure ; if you can manage your part es you say you can." ""011 ! that is easy." " Then the rest will be. Leave me to talk it over. I know just how to do it. His love is perfectly selfish ; he will do anything to gain the girl. Trust me to parts will be simple manage him, Our p , to look on,be erfectl. wo have Only 'perfectly sur- prised, and as indignant as we like—and pocket a thousand dollars each," "I'll do it," said Miss Van Buren, with an emphatic nod; "it'sworth some risk." And thepussy -eat went home content and purring. CfIAPTI33It. XII.—SPEIN•GING THE `CRAP. Nearly a week elapsed before the plot- ters found a suitable opportunity for pet- ting - tin theirscheme execution, Notthat it had taken so long to persuade Clarence Arteveldt, For the first time in his gay, dissolute life that young man had found himself thwarted. For the first time had found a woman who would be insensible to the charms of his person—and purse. Under the skillful manipulations of Jess Warren, all the worst passions, the lowest and most selfish elements of an always selfish nature arose and asserted themselves. The widow knew her •man. She understood him as he did not under- stand himself. He was as wax in her hands, Anda Arteve dt yet Clarence 1. c would haveof being scoffed at the idea managed—and that by a woman. " You have but one flaw in Leno*e's eyes," said the artful woman, when, on the evening preceding the day destined to inaugurate a tragedy in the lives of the lover and unloving, they were re- hearsing their programme for the last time—' while sheadmires your charms of person and manner, acknowledges you socially perfect, she asserts that you are lacking in force, that you are tooprosaic; in short, not enough like a hero in a " LID THERE, YOU BRUTE." novel; or a knight in a play. Only yes- terday she said to Kate, who, by the way, is a great fool, 'It is no wonder that love seems out of date, when men woo with bouquets and opera boxes, and hob -nob with the ones who slander their own sisters. What man would fight for a woman now? One might love a knight who would overcome all obstacles to win the lady of his choice, if only for his very bravery, but sighing swains who ac- cept their conge and then grow misan thropical on champagne and smoke— bah, I don't admire them !' Mark my words, Clarence, give her a taste of the romantic, once show her that you are in earnest, and she will forgive you, andlove you into the bargain. I know it." This supposed speech of Lenore Armyn's —considering that it emanated from the not over -eloquent brain of Mrs. Warren —produced a marked effect upon the young man, and added new strength to his already sufficiently firm resolve. " She will find out whether I am a mere carpet knight or not," he muttered, as valiantly as if about to storm a city. "Everything is settled then. You say that Jeff does not know?" " Jeff knows that we are coming to dine with him, and that we are to bring a lady friend. He told Carrie that he should invite some young fellow, a friend of his, and we didn't dare object, of course. He seemed unusually glad to give this little dinner party ; said that he expected to enjoy himself very much." " But he doesn't know—" "How exceedingly ignorant and un- sophisticated Miss Armyn is ? What a question ! You know that if he did he would soon spoil our plans." " But he won't kick afterward?" " Not he. Jeff is too philosophical for that" There had stood in the way of their success a formidable obstacle in the shape of Miss Kate Seaton. But a way had been found tp dispose of her, a way that made the introduction of a new confeder- ate necessary. Luckily for the plotters, Clarence Arte - veldt could suggest an improvement here. His friend, his shadow, George Fordham, had been assigned an outside part in the plot. Clarence suggested that Fordham be the man who should keep Kate Seaton from doing mischief, and at the same time make the girl an unconscious abettor to their vile ends. To this end Fordham, who was but slightly acquainted with the Ruthven, and who had not been includ- ed in the little gathering that welcomed Lenore Armyn to the city, must put him- self upon an easier footing among them. In a home where the formalities were so little observed this was not a difficult matter. During the week that inter- vened between the hatching of the plot and the execution thereof, Clarence Art- eveldt was, as usual, an almost daily vis- itor at the Ruthven, and as his intimate friend, George Fordham two or three times accompanied him, on which occa- sion he, Fordham, devoted himself almost exclusively to Kate Seaton. Kate's admirers were not numerous, and the courteous attentions of the good- looking young reporter were not unwel- come to her ; and when one day, the very last in the month of September, the lan- dau of Clarence Arteveldt and a light carriage driven by Fordham, and drawn by a handsome pair of bays, drew up be- fore the door, she was as pager as any for a drive. It happened that Miss Carrie VanBuren had dropped in, and straightway, with much gay badinage and laughter, the driving party was termed, Mr. Fordham and Kate Seaton driving away in the smaller conveyanee and Mr. Arteveldt with Lenore, Joss and Miss VanBuren in the landau. i,The day was oxhilerating and the party ire high spirits. They had driven about fdr more than an hour, during which time Mr. .1,+ ordham, for some reason, had allowed his bay to fall behind the lan- lau, when suddenly the gushing Miss Van Buren uttered a little shriek of rapture and leaned forward, clapping her gloved hands, while she said.: " Oh, girls ! such a splendid idea. Let's stop and surprise Uncle Jeff. Let'smake him give us ono of his splendid bachelor dinners. That will it" off our drive and add a spice to it, . Joss Warren turned a beaming hoe to- wards Lenore, "Do lot's !" she said appealingly. "Car- tie's unelo is such a jolly old baeholor, and his rooms are exquisite, such books, such pictures; won't it be fine, Mr. Art- eveldt t 7" "Fine indeed," replied Clarence, as suddenly caught with the idea. "The old chap would be more than glad tohave us pounce in upon him. I'm in favor of it if it suits Miss Armyn" "Anything that is pleasant and agree- abletothe rest willSuit Miss Armyn," said thatyoun lady,indifferently. "But Kate and Mr. Fordham?" "Well, now that we are so independ- ent of them, I must tell you a secret," replied Arteveldt. "The foot is, Ford- ham declared his intention of taking Miss Seaton fora tete-a-tete drive, and when I came out with my landau he quito snubbed me. I don't really think they will favor us, but of course we can ask them." "It is evident that they don't court our society," said Jess, looking back. "They are out of sight this minute. Well, do we go?" "Yes ; do, do !" said Miss VanBuren. es,by all moans, if you agree, Miss Armyn.," added Arteveldt. Jess. `"Oh, Lenore! please say yes," coaxed "As I never neard of Miss VanBuren's uncle until the present moment he can't, of course, be very obnoxious to me," re- plied Lenore, "I am at your service." Thus, with apparent carelessness, was ended the first act in this shameful drama. Ten minutes later the horses were drawn up before a large brown stone building, which stood almost in the cen- tre of a block of similar commercial look- ing edifices, in one of Chicago's busiest thoroughfares. The pavements swarmed with people, and street cars, carriages, hacks, drays and all manner of vehicles blocked the roadway and made frequent stoppings and slow progress a matter of necessity. "We might get out first and run in to ourselves, while u chance announce to see Mr. Fordham,"yosuggestedwaitfora Miss VanBuren to Arteveldt. "A good idea," laughed the young man, seeming for the time to have for- gotten to consult Lenore. "You two la- dies being quits at home can run along ; I will escort Miss Armyn." In a moment the two, Jess and Carrie VanBuren, were out of the carriage and had disappeared up a broad flight of stone steps just beyond. . Clarence Arte - veldt made a pretense of looking vainly for his friend, and then he said "We won't wait out here, Miss Armyn; I will take you in and set the driver to watch for our friends." Had -Lenore looked back as she sprang from the carriage she might have seen Mr. Fordham and Kate Seaton coming slowly around the corner, not half a block away. "Hallo, there is Arteveldt and Miss Armyn," exclaimed Fordham so prompt- ly•that a suspicious listener might have fancied that he expected to see them there. "Where are the other ladies? and where in the—beg pardon, Miss Seaton, where are they going?" "Where, indeed ! "Drive faster," cried Kate Seaton ; "call to them !" Then, as Lenore and her escort disappeared up the stone steps, she sank back with a low cry: "My God ! my God ! where have they gone ?" Fordham turned toward her a face upon which rested anexpression of unutterable astonishment. "Good heavens," he cried, in well feigned alarm, "they have gone—but no, I am—I must be mistaken.' "You are not mistaken," cried Kate Seaton, wildly; "I saw them. See "—as they came opposite the stone steps—"they went up those steps. They are behind that green door. My God, what shall we do ? Lenore Armyn is in a gambler's den." More than once while passing through the streets, in company with her sister and Charlie Ruthven, had the latter pointed to that green, nail -studded door saying : "Look, girls; there is the finest private gambling arouse in the city: there is the den of the keenest gamblers in all Chi- cago. He is called among sporting men Gentleman Jeff." Let us follow Lenore, the victim, and with her make the acquaintance of Gen- tleman Jeff. They go up a flight of stairs, pausing midway at a door which swings open at their approach.; the door is massive and presents a battered appearance, and near the top is a little sliding panel through which one, standing two steps higher on the inside, could take observations. This door opens on hinges that are stout springs, and a colored servant holds it back with some effort. They pass this portal, which Lenore scans wonderingly, and arrive at the landing ; here the car- pets are like dark moss, and a tall man, plainly dressed and wearing an expression of habitual gravity, awaits them. rlurriedly Arteveldt performs the cere- mony of introduction, so hurriedly that Lenore :does not catch the name of the tall man, and then the three pass up an- other fight of softly carpeted stairs along a broad dimly -lighted passage, and into a room rich in upholstery, glowing with rare flowers, adorned with pictures, cabi- nets, book -eases, • bronzes, all that wealth could purchase and all in faultless taste. This was the home of no ordinary gam- bler i Gentleman Jeff had some claim to his title. Here waited. Jess Warren, Carrie Van Buren + and a young man with pale hair and paler eye -lids, Mr. Williams=the friend of "Uncle Jeff." It was a very pleasant party ; every- body talked and everybody laughed, "Uncle Jeff" the least of the party per- haps, but then he was not a man to laugh at doubtful wit. Lenore soon decided upon this, and her keen eye saw that her host was inclined to be quietly amused and somewhat sarcastic at the expense of the widow and his niece. Lenore was a trifle surprised at this, but felt, neverthe- less, almost tempted to encourage him in it—any woman can tell you why, She does not feelmuch drawn toward. Mr, Williams. Ho laughs more than he talks and has not a keen look by any means. Nevertheless Mr. Williams is a cunning young man, otherwise he would not be tho friend of Gentleman Jeff. Presently, stirprisingly soon,, dinner is served. It is sent from an adjacent res- taurant, and noiseless waiters bring in a table, a queer looking table covered with green baize, upon which they spread a snowy cloth. It is a faultless dinner, and Lenore Armyn, seated beside her court- ous and entertaining host, thinks that bachelor hospitality is a fine thing. She thinks that there is an unusual amount of champagne at this dinner, and that Jess and her friend are drinking of it rather freely. But "bachelors can't he expected to know what is proper at a din- nor like this." she thinks, and she drinks no wine herself, although so often urged by Joss and young Arteveldt. At last the dessert is on the table, and now the drama is interrupted by a farce, notted upon b th corn p y e conspirators, In the hall voices were heard. in loud a1- tercation, andin another moment the door was flung open and an elderly r r appeared upon the threshold. The host looked up, and uttered an exclamation of astonishment. "Colonel," he said, quickly, , "what is the matter? Come in," "What is the matter?" cried the man, excitedly. "The police are coming. You will be raided within the next three minutes !" CHAPTER XII[,—THE PARCH AND DRAMA Di A GAMBLER'S DEN, The scene that follows this startling announcement is indescribable, All seem panic-strieken ; but the terror of Jess Warren, Carrie Van Buren and Mr, Wil- liams passes all bounds. Miss Van Buren is in violent hysterias. Jess runs distractedly from window to window; and finally flings herself upon the broad chest of the gray-haired news - bearer, imploring hint to save her. But the conduct of Mr. Williams is still more extraordinary; he is running about the room, half -bent, peering under chairs, lounges, everything ; trying to wrench open cabinet doors, and peer into various drawers, in a distracted effort to secrete himself in impossible places. " Oh ! hide me, Jeff," he implores, tragically. "Don't let me be taken; would be my ruin. Tell them I never gamble, Jeff ! Oh, why did you ask me to come here to meet these wicked wo- men?" But Jeff is standing 'erect and silent, watching the three with a queer look in his eyes. " H1rry, Jeff," cries the elderly man, making a movement as if . about to shoulder Jess, "Bring along the women, we will drop them out of the back win- dow, it's not more than forty feet." Jess utters a scream of terror, and Clarence Arteveldt, who has been stand- ing motionless and bewildered, starts for- ward involuntarily. But Mr. Williams makes a frantic dash at the speaker. " Take me !" he Dries, holding out two angular arms. "Save me, do, dear man! drop me, carefully, down first ! I'm so young to be caught in a gambling house! Don't let me be arrestedl' " Oh ! oh ! oh !" shrieks. Miss Van Buren, who is kicking vigorously; "take me out, take me out, dont let me be ar- resteed; open the window and let me jump ! At the moment of the alarm they have sprung from the table as by one impulse —all except Lenore Armyn. That young lady has not stirred. She sits in her place, gazing from one to another, with an expression ofabsolute wonder upon her face; but not one shade of fear. She turns her gaze upon the host ; he does not look like a frightened man.. " What doss it mean, sir," she says, somewhat imperiously. "The police— and all this talk of arrest; what has that young man done ?" But Gentleman Jeff does not hear her. His eyes aro fixed upon that magnificent impromptu comedian, bis friend Wil- liams, whose gymnastics are indeed won- derful, and bis features are convulsed with some strong emotion, which he in vain endeavors to to suppress. (To BE CONTINUED.) GOODAND BAD LUCK. They May be Determined by the Law of Probabilities. A great deal of sophistry has been wasted in vain attempts to prove that there is no such thing as luck, good or bad ; that nothing happens by chance, all results coming from some definite cause. Even though the latter sentiment could be proved or should be admitted, it would not preclude the existence of luck to the individual. That which occurs, favorable or unfav- orable to him, from any cause beyond his con+rol, is good luck or bad luck so far as he is concerned, and there is no doubt that luck plays some part in the history of every one, but it is of much more import- ance'than the idle or indifferent suppose. The individual may or may not take ad- vantage of the fortuitous circumstances or luck which he meets. That depends on himself, his abilities, his industry, his boldness, his character a thousand qualities of mind or person. Moreover, as one cannot control luck, the important thing in life is to prepare one's self to meet it and turn it to some account. Those who lay too much stress upon luck seldom deserve good. fortune. They are indolent, without enterprise or zeal, and spend their time in complaining of their own hard luck or in envious consideration of the good luck of others. Lowell, in one of his essays, says that "Luck may and often does have some share in ephemeral successes, as in a gambler's winnings spent as soon as got, but not in, any lasting triumph over time. It is, of course, conceivable that an ephemeral success, arising from luck, might lay the foundation for lastingesuc- cess due to hard laborr and deserving, but the rule, is that unearned advantages can- not be held;the winner is not fitted by traininganhabits to hold fast to that which he has gained. Cobden pictures the subject truly, so far as young men are concerned,' when he says that "Luck is ever waiting for something to tura up. Labor, with keen eyes awl ..trona; will, will turn up something." last sen- tence is one of great significance to the young. Mch that is called luck is not really such, but follows deserving. Real luck is a mere matter of chance upon which we can no more depend for a living or for advancement than upon the turn of a card. He who would command good for- tune must depend upon his own industry 'and character. He may meet with hard fortune, it is true, but industry, zeal, honesty, will surely lift him out of it in the long run, and, if not his fortune can- not be altogether bad when he retains to the end his honor and indopen dente The young may properly recognize that there is such a thing as luck, but they should place no dependence on it, but think only of fitting themselves to make good use of it if it should come their way. The chances which may come to every- one, and which are wholly beyond one's control, are innumerable, but he who speculates upon them will lose as surely as the gambler, or,when he wins, show a amblers recklessness in: getting rid of his winnings. There is a German proverb that "luck seeks those who flee and flees those who seek it." 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SECRETARY. 28 Bank of Commerce Chambers, Toronto, Ont. .............,......,4',.e$. 5 PER CENT. Private Money lent on Farm, Church and City Property at five per cent. Municipal Debentures Purchased. Notes Discounted. W. A. WRIGHT, Financial Agent, 44 Bay St., Toronto. FOR SALE_ Toronto (Street) Railway Co. Two Hundred Shares of $100 each for sale in large and small lots. W. A. WRIGHT, , Financial Agent. 44 Bay St., Toronto, • L'LIECTIC MOTORS from one half Horse Power up to Eleven Horse Power. Write or prices, stating power required, voltage of :urrent to be used, and whether supplied; by • tieet ear line or otherwise. TORONTO TYPE FOUNDRY,5 * Toronto and Winnipeg "PrERR WATER MOTOR, from one -eighty to twenty horseower. Comparative tests have demonstrated this water motor to be the moat economical agent known for generating power from, a system of waterworks furnishing a pressure of 5e, pounds and upwards. In writing for information State the water pressure yeti pr pose to use and the cla.s of work to be done, and we will be pleased to furnish all information re- garding the Size motor and the pipes nenessary;to drive any kind of machinery*, TORONTO Tea% FOUNDRY, Toronto and Winnipeg.