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Established IHftO. I Vol. xlix No. «. f Oldest NewsDaoer in the Wvomine Vallev PITTS TON LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEHBER 23, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I SI .00 a Tw Id AdTUM. was quiet, weii balanced, wnotesoma She knew she was the passionless choioe of his calm, wise momenta "A Circle in the Sand," CHAPTER XXII. benind ner dark: bead the room swam in rosy gloom. The air was beavy with the perfume of roses. He seemed entering a garden with Anne by his side, pale from her illness and with dovelike eyes. In a few moments another rider came out of the plantation and drew up beside him. He was a big, fair haired man, his light blue eyes a strange anomaly in his senna brown face. When he spoke, his broad, musical accont conjured a vision of English fields on a spring morning instead of the hot, slothful land blazing around him. voice but his own or nis servant's vibrated on the sleepy air. As Donald looked upon it now the quiet place seemed to feel the dissatisfaction rising from his tormented heart and to meet it with almost servile protest. tOPPER IS THEIR MONEY compel. The rich resources of the mineral mountains and tropical valleys at Mexico, which should be made to contribute so far as possible to the well being and well doing of the natives and citizens of the republic, who are exneoted to maintain its government and defend its flag, are through the always connected possibilities of "Mexican silver and cheap labor" placed at the disposal of the alien and the foreigner toe a return so inadequate as to insnre the perpetuation of the poverty and misery which are the only free possessions at the common people of Mexioo. It was a wild night. Au icy torreut of raiu was tossed by a wind which seemed sent to wail over the world. Nora came in, a muddy letter in her hand. The study where David Temple sat was as cheery as tirelight and shaded lamplight could make it. He was conscious only vaguely of the sputtering ooals sending up fuchsia tinted sparks and of the torrential rain shaking the window casings, while his thoughts wandered into dreams of other places and times. "The fool of a postman, to save cooling his feet, put this under the mat instead of ringing the bell. It'B a sorry looking letter it ia now," and Nora dried it on her apron before putting it in Anne's outstretched hand. The Mexican Laborers Use It BY In Their Dealings. A soul wave of mutual comprehension made him feel his ooming had been half expected and that she was glad. When he had made her sit again in the low armchair and bad arranged the silk pillow at a comfortable angle for ber head, he sat down beside her and looked at her earnestly. lie hail done what he could to make the house habitable. It was even a pretty house when compared with the bare hideousness with which Armitage and Morgan were content. The laced bamboo flaps on the windows made the place swim in gloom as restful after the sunlight as the feeling of a cool hand on the brow. There was matting on the floor, a hammock swung in a corner, some sketches of his own were upon the walls, some books on tho mantelshelf. Chief among the books were Anne's and just above them bung a small, unframed pastel he had made, showing her face with the expression he loved best, the eyes glancing sideways, half questioning, tender. Jfato Jordan, "Waiting for me, Sefain?" "No, I was thinking. I knew you'd follow." THEIR PITIFULLY SMALL WAGES. Author of "The Kits of Gold," "The Other House," etc., etc. It was from Donald. Her eyes brightened as she took it quickly and drew the rustling pages from the envelope. She read: The Englishman looked at him, hesitated and at length spoke: Provisions Bought In Quantities to Be Sold [Copyright 189H, by the Author. | Save for the servants he now lived alone in the old Waverly place house. It was strange to sit there on this January night and hear neither voice nor footstep, to find himself listening gladly to the clock's light strokes, feeling depressed when the last vibration had whirred into the silence. "Almost better, aren't you?" he said gladly. "Your face is getting back its rounded look, and soon you won't get a single bit of sympathy." "Sefain, you're making a hard fight here, aren't you?" He asked the question abruptly as they moved on at a crawling pace. chases Computed and Completed In Centaros Worth Less Than Half a Cent. at a Cent a Package — Nearly All Pur- Dearest Anne—It's very quiet where I tit tonight writing to you. The short twilight has disappeared into a dark blue night, tho southern cross ia in the sky, and the few other stars are bigger and brighter than the many at home. How far away you are from me! Somehow I never felt so alone in the wilderness as 1 do tonight. A longing to see you eats at my heart. There is no voice In the world as sweet as yours. I love your eyes, the way your lips look when you laugh. Oh, Anne, Anne, if I could see you now I Mexican Dollars a* MsntaadiM. In some respects the gold standard is in as practical operation in Mexioo today as in any country In the world. All investment inducements state promised profits in gold, the earnings at all important industries are discuMed in term8 of gold value, merchants seek to make their prices alluring by quoting the lower price on a gold bams, ami hotel keepers accompany information as to their rates by reference to the fact it is a certain amount in Mexican silver, which they tell you is only so much in American money or gold. The purchase and sale of Mexican dollars are carried on in little shops, as is the sale at railroad transportation in the scalpers' quarters of the larger cities of our own country, and like the ticket scalper the dealers in dollars make large profits in handling the so called money, because of its variable and uncertain value. The value of the Mexican dollar is given day by day in the daily newspapers of the republic, ss the value of iron and coal and variations in the quotations of the former are as frequent and as comparatively wide as in the case of the latter, but % m*" who toils in the mines or at the smnltsr hears nothing and knows nothing at the existence of any money in Mwiw save the cheap silver, even though the corporation for which he toils receives its returns in gold and adjusts its business to that basis. The laborers in the fields the artisans in the shops, the deft fingered weavers at the looms and in ths homes, and he who tram daylight to dark upon the streets and highways at the republic bears burdens upon his back that a horse would soon tire with —all these, laborers, farmers and mechanics, are the free silver servants of the subsidized corporations and importers who receive their returns in gold. There is no cheap silver in Mwiw for the workingmen or their families. They give the constant labor of their lives for a few coins, now so shrunken in value as to barely prevent starvation, in order that Mexico may be proclaimed as the unique possessor of prosperity through its twin blessings of free silver and cheap labor. arsenic" "Why?" and Donald's uncommunicative soul, aroused to interest, looked for a moment speculatively from his brilliant eya [This series of letters is the result of a personal visit to Mexico made by the writer early in 1888 as a special representative of the Michigan Republican Newspaper Association to investigate the monetary system of that country.) CHAPTER XXL "Oh, I assure yon, no! ways as white as milk." She was al- "Almost better," Anne echoed, an excited catch in her voice. "I assure you, reposing on this pillow in a sort of Cleopatra attitude, I feel quite a fraud. I'd like to have gone for a tramp in this wild rain. Listen to it. How it sighs and sputters, and then with what a sweep it comes on!" Anne had entered Dr. Ericsson's house as a member of the family. Mo one had urged her to go, but she had come to see the necessity of it After a long illness her aunt had oome back to only a quiescent consciousness of life and with body partly paralysed. The reins of government had fallen from her hands forever, and a woman was needed by her aide. Anne did 'not renounce work to be with her, but she condensed it into as few hoars as possible and spent her leisure in the Waverly place house. "Then she's organically unsound, bloodless, and she hasn't the stuff in her to last. They say she has hysterics like insanity, and her temper's frightful. 1 know for a positive fact she boxed her coachman's ears in Melbourne." Olga had been dead six months. He thought of her grave in Greenwood, her mother's but the reach of an arm from her—the finale to a story in those two luounds—of Dr. Ericsson, gone to spend his last years in Sweden, in the house where he was born and which had come to him a few months before throngh the deata of a brother; of Anne, but lately returned to her old rooms, her life unchanged."Oh, I can see it Yon hold your tongne better than any man I've ever met and I've knocked about a bit in this oontTary world. But I know you axe simply sickening for a sight of home —and some woman.'' "Silver is the money of the common people," is an arbitrary statement many Kmes made in connection with the advocacy of the free coinage of silver in the United States. "Copper is the money of the common people in Mexico," is a statement which can be more truly made relative to this country, where all the possibilities of free silver have unquestioned control. For as It is most convenient in the United States to conduct mercantile and business operations involving only small amounts in silver currency, so is it necessary in Mexico, by reason of the pitifully small wages paid and the poverty of the masses, to transact a large part of all trade with the so called common people in copper oentavos, worth less than one-half a cent in American money measurement. These fancies are wild, you will think maybe. Oh, but 1 do love you sol A nigger somewhere in the darkness outside is playing a passionate tune on a tin flute, and the savage notes go throngh me, racking me with a miserable sort of happiness, they are so like the aohe I feel to see you, to touch you! He dropped the big manilla hat to the floor, sank into a cane chair and stretched his body out in a way expressive of unspeakable weariness. Now that hia forehead was bared, the sun's strength was seen in the pallor of the skin just below the hair, making a division as sharp as a saber cut. "Really! And she always seemed so amiable! I oan't fanoy her even disturbed."While the words left her lips she was thinking that it was strange and troubling to be there alone with David, the firelight on his near face, while beyond the close curtained windows the Btorm called and called to them in vain. She know why ho had come. The words sent a dark flush up Donald's cheek and his silence was cold. "Disappointment, my dear lady, is like a blistering sun on the sweetest milk—sure to turn it sour, eh?" I've worked very faithfully. The mea I'm thrown with, Armltage and Morgan, are holly good fellows and, like me, are hoping and tolling for prosperity under another sky as the reward. 1 like them both immensely, and 1 think they like me pretty well. "Fact. Bat don't suppose I'm trying to forco your confidence, my boy." He laid his hand on Donald's wrist "I speak this way, because—well, because I'm deuced sorry for you"— "She appeared in London last month. The reports say she made • failure there." David rose and paoed the room, a line oreeping down between his brows. The silence seemed speaking to him of Anne tonight. She bad been the star of his life. He freely acknowledged it. Ste bad drained much of the bitterness from his adversities. No man could have had a more satisfying companion, a better friend. These blessings had been his, though they were neither bis right nor his reward. Armitage was right; ho was used up and needed a rest. His hand sought some cigars upon a small table and then slipped back. It would be better not to smoke until Tomas had brought hi6 ooffee, Tomas of the many lies, the sickly sweet smile and the coral tipped pendants in objectionable ears. Her intuitive mind, leaping to conclusions, told her that words having no kinship to farewell were faltering on his lips. She felt a sudden uneasiness and excitement. The beating of her heart was painful. She had found it hard to be unselfish and go, particularly when she knew David had insisted on remaining there and assuming the duties of a son toward the old man be loved and the woman he pitied. She bad struggled with her own heart and bad beaten down her pride only after a hard fight. Daily companionship with David Temple was the last thing in the world she desired, and she loved her free life as she loved the sunlight. But there was nothing else to be done. Mrs. Ericsson's apathy was a ylea mingling with the voice within Tier which oommanded in the name of duty. If only selfishly, for her own peace, she obeyed it I wish you could see your two books. You'd hardly know them, they are so thumbed. 1 almost know them by heart. There's a bright future for you, Anne, dear. Oh, I hope you'll have all yoor dreams realized, every one! But there's bitterness in the thought forme. I see more and more how much I aspire to In loving you, how mad the dream that maybe— But 1 can't go on. Nothing can alteWthe fact that I do love you, and, though you go quite out of my life and marry and are happy without one thought of me, I must still love you. Nothing can ulter that. "You're wasting your pity then. What the devil do you mean? One would think I'd been playing the part of a sentimental fool.'' "One hasn't much 'go' playing a losing game. It will be a good thing for the society woman who talks and thinks nothing but stage, stage, stage, to remember one thing—the vast difference between playing to the big, cold hearted publio whose eyes are all strabismus, and playing to Tom, Dick and Harry, with whom she has dined, flirted or had 6 o'clock tea. The publio is a bulldog. If it doesn't get what it wants or expects, it bites. "You'll be gone a month?" "Hold on, mi amiga Let not 'the Inglez' quarrel and set a bad example to these brown beggars here," and an imperturbable smile distended Armitage's full cheeka "I haven't finished. I'm sorry, and I'm envious at the same time. God I To be not yet 30 and in love. To know the world—only in one pair of eyes and comprehend heaven in the touch of five slim lingers. What would not I give to feel this, tell myself fondly I was a fool and be glad I was! Hug your misery, my boy. Be such a fool. Some day, maybe, when you're like me and not a living thing is really necessary to you, when you know only the sleek and deadly level of practical self content, you'll remember and wish the longings which tear you now could come again and hurt you. That man only is blest whose happiness depends upon another human being." "At least a month," she nodded. "I'm reveling in the thought of getting back to summer and for the first time smelling a lily field in bloom. The word 'Bermuda'has an exotic sound to mo. Have you ever been there?" All sorts of thoughts and half thoughts floated through-his mind, the heaviness of the day, the knavery of the Portuguese agent on the Dom Pedro II railway, the wish to make money faster, the surprising words Armitage had spoken on the road, and always, no matter what his surface thought, the fierce and living croisckrasness of Anne underlying all, the ungovernable longings he had let speak in that last letter to her, the craving for her answer, the constantly recurring waves of homesickness checked by returning determinations to be strong to the end. At all the markets patronized by the laboring people little portions of the few articles of provisions they can afford to bay are made up in quantities to be sold at 1 cent each, and they bay in this way one, two or three portions of lard, beans, peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, or as the pittances they possess will permit. Shelled corn is bought and sold by the quart, out of which the tortillas are made through being boiled and crushed, and baked when mixed with water, and which with beans form their almost exclusive article of food. In the trade transactions of the laboring masses of Mexico it is seldom that a purchase is made that it is not computed and completed in their copper centavos, the same meager measurement being applied to their earnings as to their spendings. If therefore it is desired by the advocates of free coinage in the United States to herald the results of their selected currency system, as shown by experience rather than by theory, they should be as further progressive as such conditions fully justify and seek added favor for their cause by proclaiming copper as the money of the common people, as it is in Mexico, the ideal home of the free coinage of silver. He wanted to tell her this and more. She bad been ill, the result of a heavy oold, and on the morrow would leave for a holiday in the south. Something urged him not to let her leave New York without expressing what she had no doubt come to realize—how much her going from under the same roof had taken from his life. Oh. I wonder will yon ever lave me? Will 1 ever be able to go to you and ask you that! Will I dare? What you've been to me I Only today us X Rtood watching the negroes among the eolTee shrubs I thought of the night In the mines when we gat with our hands clasped in the blackness and I talked to you of my wretched self as I'd never spoken to any living being and the night when Joe died and I tried tu tell you all that waa In my heart. Do you re.neinbvr it as I do? 1 kissed your hair that night. You didn 't know It, Afterward, when you laid your cheek against my arm, your beautiful iaoe so white, and whispered, "I'll remember, Donald," I thought my heart would burst with pain and joy. Ob, bow 1 wiah 1 could hare my Ufe to live over again and be at this moment the n.an God bad meant me tg be, not full of bitter memories, still half afraid after fighting the habits of year*! If away back in the past when I waa a little chap I could have known that one day I'd meet yon, love you, need yon so, how little all that was miserable would have seemed—only a time of darkness to be lived through Amehow with happiness awaiting me at the end! "No," he said absently, and, leaning nearer, said earnestly, "I'll miss you so, Anne.'' During her drive home the words she bad heard staid with Anne, but insisted on remaining beyond her belief. Olga pitied, ridiculed, faded—she who bad been so seoure, so envied! And but little more than a year had gone! His fingers touched hers, and she met his eyes. They were grave and dominantMore than a year had passed. It bad grown to be a right and natural thing to Anne to meet David at breakfast and pour coffee for him, to watch for bis coming at night At first this bad seemed unbearable, impossible, but habit is coeroing and inflexible and women are adaptable. She even managed not to be discontented though she lived in a dull atmosphere, in a quiet house where three disappointed lives drifted on. "Yes, I miss her," he said in concentrated accents as be stood still and listened with the subtler inner hearing to the vast silence wrapping the house. "And how I've missed you these last five weeks!" he went on. "I find myself listening for your step, for memory plays me cruel tricks. But you are gone, and I have to learn all over the lesson of philosophy. I've grown to hate the place. Just to look at the corner of tho table where you used to pour coffee for me makes me blue." She sat with wide, speculative eyes, watching the sentinellike lamps flash past, and tried to picture Olga as she had been described. Failure had come and bitterness bad followed. Exhausthg travel, nervous days and nights and the pains of wounded vanity had done the rest. Prosperity and confidence in herself had been the qualities formipg a foundation for Olga's winning unconcern and amiability. With defeat, with struggle, the real nature had peered like an ugly faoe from behind a mask and left ber a bitter, turbulent woman, a logical development of the peevish obi Id who scratched. One more year of work, and he would have tested himself enough and made enough money to go back to New York. He saw the town plainly and with an unappeasable longing. There were The Citizen offices, the panorama of sparkling bay and clotted smoke against a copper sky seen from its western windows, tho brisk crowds on Broadway, snow, furs and violets, but most of all Anne's rooms, the firelight clasping her a« in a confidence, and Qerhans coldsivto ram wttMuitig a winter plant upon the window sill—cold, cold, sweet rain, not the sticky mist and windless showers falling at intervals in this hot season. He longed to feel its riot and chill against his face and hear the ring of the stone pavements under his tread or to hurry through miles of frosty sunlight to Anne's Bide- He stepped iuto the hall. burning brightly, but the curve of the high stairoase was lost in shadow. He thought of how often Anne had come down, humming a song. But a few nights before Dr. Ericsson's departure be remembered her coming back half way to say good night to him, and how her long braid of hair becoming loosened bad swept bis cheek like a silky lash. It had been an incident for a laugh then, but now the memory of her tress' touch, her hand, her eyes, made bim resent his loneliness. As he spoke quietly and half confidingly Anne became aware of a disappointment in herself. He was going to say more. What had been her dearest dream was going to intensify itself into a certainty touight, and yet she was aware that if some interruption had come and David had been forced to leave her with the words unsaid she would have been relieved. Donald looked at him in amazement. He had never heard words like these from Armitage. They touched him too. Over his lean, brown face a dreaminess stole, and just as they crossed the fanlike shadow of the solitary palm upon the roadway he moved his companion's hand from his wrist and gripped it Olga's name was never beard. Mrs. Ericsson, calm, almost mindless, sat all day by the window of her room, her eyes fastened on the street She seemed watching for some one; she always looked out. The attitude bad become mechanical long after a realization of the reason bad died. It was the expression of the passive desire in her maimed brain to watcb for Olga's retarn. David worked harder than ever, apparently unchanged save that be was more reticent. Dr. Eriosson's practice was bat a name, and be looked an aged man. These are thoughts which haunt me all tb« time, though I've little enough time to think. There's so much to do I've grown very practical. Hut it's so quiet here tonight, ana you are so very far away, and I do crave with physical pain for one sight of you, and the nigger's melody has fired my blood, and a queer bird outside my window utters now and then a soft good night note as sad as death. The house was wrapped in slumber when she reached it But she knew by the light left burning in the library that David bad not yet returned. For leveral days she had only seen him in the mornings. "Armitage," he said, roused for the moment out of his self reserve, "I almost wish, then, you could love a woman as miserably, as passionately, perhaps as hopelessly, as I do. She is tho desire of my life and its greatest good." He went into the drawing room, but oame out of it quickly. It was there among the teacups and in tbe firelight be bad asked Olga to be his wife, there her coffin bad stood. It was a hated room. Ghosts were its tenantry. "Yes, I've missed you, and I will miss yon," he continued and lifted her hand to his lips. "Does it matter that you are very dear to me, and I want you always? Will you be my wife, Anne? Will you?" Oh, to have you beside me In thia little room just for a moment, to bless it for all the dayi to come with the magic of your amilel 1 love your dearly. Anne; need you mora. Subsidised Corporations. I have referred above to "subsidised corporations,'' and in order that it may not be assumed that I am merely dealing in phrases to create prejudice M should be explained that Mexico had paid and is paying liberal subsidies to the railroads, manufacturing plants, breweries and almost every other desirable or undesirable industry, as individuals may view them. Even the boast of cheap labor, rich and undeveloped resources and the assumed blessings at free coinage of silver were not to prevent the annual payment from the Mexican treasury in some recant years of as much as one-fourth at its entire customs receipts to but four railroads alone, and the fact that many I'iivU* ~L „_a. 1 v A J In their efforts to create opposition to the present monetary standard of our country they include denunciation of banks and corporations and trusts and syndicates and monopolies, as if it were true that some principle inherent or pertaining to the free coinage of silver would prevent and provide against the evils they thus eo fiercely portray. If there is any truth whatever in their assertions and assumptions, it should be made apparent in Mexico, where the system they seek has always prevailed and such virtues as it may possess have been given uninterrupted opportunity for experience in action and in effect. of affairs in Mexico most decidedly the opposite of that which it has been boastfully assumed would accompany the free coinage of silver. She went to ber aunt's room to see if she slept or needed anything. The light burned low and made big shadows among the bed curtains, the air was 1 suppose you are very much at home again in your old rooms. I can fancy the year you ■pent in Waverly place was deadly dull, although you wouldn't say so. You say David lias bought the old mansion from the doctor and regularly settled down there. I wonder why he does this unleas he intends to remain a hermit or marry again. "I knew it The signs never fail. And now I want to talk to you. We might as well here as at the fazenda. Why don't you sell out to me or to Morgan, take what you've made and go home?" Tomas entered with the coffee and a dish of peppered chicken, but midway across the room he paused and let hia melancholy eyes rest upon his master. He was asleep, his head fallen back and exhaustion marking the features. Sleep was better for him than peppered chicken, Tomas reasoned, and remained considerately quiet, his gaze as melancholy but more watchful as he lifted a piece of the meat to his lips with his fingers and rhythmically licked their brown tips. It was indeed well for his master to slumber on, and if he took another piece there would still be enough. As was expected, tbe newspapers bad made a sensational heroine of Olga. Soon after ber departure photographs of her from San Francisoo bad found their way to Broadway windows and reported interviews with her had been wired to New York papers. These were highly colored and probably false. Gossip tossed ber name like a shuttlecock from one to another. Going back to tbe study fire, be lit a cigar. The past unrolled itself before him, and be tried to approximate tbe years to coma The deductions from his reasoning were as clear aud strong as if spoken by a bell-like voice beside him. A sense of coming triumph filled David as he spoke. He was aware he had not feared failure. During the last year Anne had so let herself be knitted with his life it seemed only a natural conclusion that he was as neccKsary to her as she to him. Besides, he had never failed in anything save hia marriage, and without egotism he did not consider that this pule and lonely woman whose affection he had tested could disappoint him now. sweet with the odor of lilacs, and a cool wind swept like a sigh through tbe plaoe. Do you know I feel sorry for David? Yet 1 don't think it would pleaae him to think any one felt pity for him. I used to think In the dark days before you came to me U would be the sweetest moment in my life to see him in some position where 1 oeuld pity him. He used to antagonize and attmct me In the one hour. But that's past and uoae with. There's not a tinge of envy in my feeling for him now. Since bis wife's death ba's written to me very seldom. Do you think he Joved bar very much) used to do? You and he were" etftxibl once. 1 hated him then. And onoe—shall ] tell you?—I thought that maybe he might love you and win you. If he bad, 1 think I'd have gone mad with grief. David's had everything all bis life aod had it before my longing eyea. Hut If von'ft loved him Anna I would hav* "Home?" echoed Donald, unable to repress the note of hope and yearning in his voice at sound of that sweet word. "Why?" Anne tiptoed to tbe bed and looked at the small, huddled figure, tbe hands lying palms upward on the counterpane, the faoe turned sideways, resting on the shoulder in tbe attitude of watching, which had become habitual. She brushed a IOCK 01 natr fnna tire wot. vrtrrt, placed tbe big fan which had fallen within reach of her band and crept out, Olga's face haunting her. Loneliness was horrible. It turned a man into an intellectual machine, warped his nature, put him out of touch with his kind. Once he bad been proud to stand quite alone, absolute master of every heart throb and every moment, hrt be had tasted the joy of a sympathetic woman s daily companiflnsnip and was unfitted forever for a self contained life where the ego was supreme and ambition the ruling passion. "Do you think this"—with a contemptuous gesture toward the grrnp of low, tiled roof buildings and the bare land—"pays for the pain in the heart? As for the money you make, it's not •««*nk #CswD f a--»vl D -'"L , J. gone when big fortunes were made in coffee planting. It doesn't matter much whether my bones eventually lie under thia sun or Korea's, and it's the same with Morgan. But you—well, there's a woman you love far away from this wilderness. For God's sake, seize your happiness, sail out and go to her." As an actress she had not met with emphatic suocess. At first people went to see her in great crowds because she was tbe well known eastern belle; they went a second time because she was a beauty. Soon her vogue lessened. It is one thing to be a rich woman dabbling in a profession, another thing to enter the market and strive with practical Pjif A nru» Hrow atrfl v ffotr* Mm «nrl while his hand still held hers a wave of relief from the deeps of her soul went over her. She seemed suddenly set free from chains. David's manner, his gentle, tender words, had left her cold. He was clear eyed, sensible, happy, but temperate and master of himself. She felt no desire to respond to his touch or glance. Instead there leaped into her mind a regret that she must deny him without quite realizing why. thought voices outside surprised him. He hurried to the door and met the Spanish housekeeper of Senor Morgan about to enter. At a little distance be- in addition to the government gifts lavishly bestowed for various other purposes leaves it not a matter of surprise that in addition to issuing bonds to the amount of nearly $30,000,000 for the payment of railroad subsidies, as mi done in 1890, Mexico has been compelled to adopt and maintain a system of taxation probably the most excessive of any nation in existence when compared with valuations involved and the amount of business transacted. Relative to the bonds above mentioned, it should also be said that they were sold at a discount of per cent, bearing 6 per cent interest, and were guaranteed by 12 per cent of the customs reoeipts. In addition to the subsidies granted the corporate and individual interests so favored have their federal taxes remitted for the term of years covered by their concessions. A few nights later a letter oame to Anne by the last post. It was from London, and she reoognized Olga's handwriting. It was the first she had received since her departure. She carried it np to her own room, and even after the door was olosed she hesitated with it in her hand, fearing what was written within it. If be had learned this from the year of life nndcr one roof with Anne, how maoh deeper the lesson would be if she had been his wife. If Anne had been his wife! The words filled him with passive regret as he lifted her photograph from the mantel and looked into the eyes which seemed even there to question and comfort him. bind her he saw a small group of people, two strange women, evidently "Inglez," and with them Senor Armitage. At the entrance to the court stCfod an ox cart in which the visitors must have come from the station. The heavy beasts were rubbing their noses together, moving the iron bells upon their collars and sending a lonely clang through the sunlight.workers. The criticism aroused was different too. Olga had found this out. She had been too ambitious. With all oer natural taient sue was snu uniurnjed, really fit only to interpret: the rudiments of her art, and what had seemed praise compelling in fashionable New York, where gloved hands awarded the affirmation of success, was merely promising, sometimes impertinent, where people paid money at a box office to see I stranger. Banking In Mexico. The banking business of Mexico is principally conducted and controlled by two large government favored institutions, the Bank of London and Mexico and the National Bank of Mexico. The Mexican government issues neither government notes nor coin certificates, the function of issuing legal tender paper being delegated to the banks above named, the paper circulation of which is guaranteed by the government. There are state banks of issue as well, but they are not so favored, and their notes are accepted only at a discount, except perhaps in the immediate locality in which they are issued. These few favored banks are permitted to issue notes to three times the amount of their paid up capital, the only added requirement being that thetr deposits shall be equal to one-third of their notes issued. They are also permitted to loan money to the government at 6 per cent interest. The Bank of Loudon and Mexico is principally owned by English and German capitalists, and its capital stock is reported to be $10,000,000. The capital stock of the National Bank of Mexico is given at $20,000,000. By reason of the privileges they possess these banks are enabled to show dividends upon even the enormous capital they proclaim of from 18 to 25 per cent. It is therefore not necessary to further suggest that there is nothing inherent in the free coinage of silver to prevent enormous profits for banks nnd bankers. On the contrary, the reduction of the currency of the country to a commodity the value of which persistently varies gives to' banks and bankers in Mexico the opportunity whieh the strong always possesses over the weak where values are uncertain and loss or gain through such conditions thereby made possible. ThCD free silver shrinkage in the value of its representative centavo in the hands of the toilers of Mexico has contributed to the princely profits of the foreign owners of the Bank of London and Mexico. "I won't," said Donald quietly. "I've a task to accomplish. " "Anne," he said again, hia face anxious now—"Anne, can you—can you love me? Will you marry me?" "OfchPT th*n flip avwr«tnncr r\f « of 8 shillings and tuppence on a bag of 60 kilograms?" When she drew it from its oover, she read these words: If he oould have loved her, if he could but love her now, as any man, the greatest, might be proud to love her. His feeling for her was very near the richest hiB nature oould germinate. Gentleness and sympathy were in it, pride and reverence. It but lacked passion to make it perfect. This he had known for one woman, a beady, unreasoning, intoxicating love, without substance or depth. Anne did not arouse it in him, he could not add it to the involved longings which made her necessary to him, very probably it would forever escape him. "Other than that I am content with these medium profits. I came here not only to conquer or at least disarm fortune, but to conquer myself. I'll stay the time I inteuded." Mv Ueab Annb—You've bad very hard thoughts of me, I know. You never wrote to me yourself, and in the brief notes received from father there wan no message from you. However, I'm going to ask you to let my humiliation brush all these thoughts from your mind, for 1 am humiliated, and it is bitter to say it, I can tell you. I've failed. There's no use mincing words or beating around the buah. I've failed, and I'm ill, very ill. Nobody seems to know just what's the matter with me, and J don't much care. I'm probably dying, and that doean't matter either. But just now I've got a longing to go home. I have heart enough for that. I know mamma is all broken up, but still I keep thinking how pleaennt it would be to lie in my oooL green room and have her fuss around me as she used to do when I had a cold She stood up and turned her head away, still feeling strange to herself. When she spoke, she obeyed a new knowledge, imperative, yet mystifying. "Mother of God, the senor will be surprised!" Morgan's housekeeper was saying in shrill tones, swaying from hip to hip in her excitement "He will shout and throw his hat into the air for joy when he knowa Ah, you will all see! Aye, it is wonderful. Out of the way, stupid pig!" to Tomas. "I am to tell the senor that his love has come to him over thousands of miles." Many things that must have stung David were said of her in every paper ftxcept his own. But even to Anne'a eyes be was impassive. He went into the world, particularly the society of men and clubs, as much as formerly, and those who found pleasure in discussing his affairs behind bis back were oareful to read the hint in bis attitude and offer neither sympathy nor advice. "David," she said seriously, "I don't love you that way." They rode on silently. An oldnegress with a child on her hip stopped in the middle of the road, her palm outstretched, and, following a curious custom, rried in Spanish: He remained silent until she forced herself to look fully at him. "Ah," ho said, as if it were the first breath he hud taken since 6he hud replied, "is it so? I had hoped—but no "Bless me I" "God bless you I" said Armitage, and she went on. There is no other country on the glob* in which corporations are so favored and monopolies so dominant as in Mexico. In view of these facts the pretense that the free coinage of silver is a system necessarily favorable to the interests of the common people as against corporations and monopoly is surely an indulgence in extravagant and cruel irony. Perry F. Powxaa. matter now." "The senor sleeps as if the sun had touched him," interposed Tomas with a glance of murder, for he hated the housekeeper, who annoyed his reveries Dy taiKing too mucn ana Knew so wen how to take precise aim when she threw broken crockery at him. "1 would not rouse him for the chicken even"— Anne gazed shrinkingly at his serious, composed face and held out her hands. He took them and looked tenderly at her. "We'll forget this, Anne," he said. Her eyes looked franKly ana sorrowfully into his. A cart drawn by goats and filled with firewood passed them. Black vultures as motionless as if fashioned in basalt looked down trom the stump of a dead tree as they neared the fazenda. May was almost spent. At the oorners of the streets barrel organs churned antiquated love songs; sparrows built their nests in the weakly budding trees; Need this prevent him from asking her fcn he bin wife, from makimr her happy should she give herself to him? What be had to offer was better far than what he lacked—the fever of passion which could thrive in the most meager natures, the most evanesoent, the basest ingredient of all in love. Anne oould be dear and necessary to him without this madness which could never come again to him. Without being in love with her, he loved her tenderly. Was there as much importance in the Bubtle difference as romantio minds sup posed? "I know— I know all now! My dear, dear, dear!" or a neaaacne. mere s • com ran in cms ana in feeling that no matter what I've done I do belong to mamma and she'd never give me the cold shoulder. suffered pangs too Intolerable to think of without agony. 1 can lose you to another man and bear iuj disappointment as well as 1 can. But to David Temple—1 can't bear to think of It It would seem too wretchedly consistent with all that '§ «one before. But you're not going to marry him, so I'll stop tormenting myself this way. Close by the details of the place were even more unlovely than the misty whole seen from the hilltop. Cattle grazed loose under the charge of an aged negro squatting in the sun and slumbering with his almost fleshless face against his knee. The gates through which the two men passed were, like everything else about the place, constructed to do what was required of them with the least possible exertion, and having been swung back as if under protest when the horses were pushed against them they returned only half way with a screech eloquent of rusty hinges and stuck fast in a tuft of weeds. A large family of cats too attenuated to frolio strolled languidly around the paved square or sat winking their half blind eyes in the glare. From some of the white laborers' cottages came the smell of pork and frying bread. Over it all the sun flamed hard. But then, as I said, I hear (he's not as she was, and perhaps no one else would care to see me at home. Do you think David would take roe back? I don't expect his forgiveness, nor that he could the least bit regard me as he used to do. But he may forgive me enough to let me go back to my home, which is his now. I want to go home and rest, and this is all I care about. Will you ask him, Anne, and write to me ? I'm ao tired of myself. You never can know just how utterly sick and weary I am. My face in the glass frightens me, it is so lean and bloodless. I long so to reet, to fall asleep in a safe place and not think or care what the end may be. You won't believe it maybe, but I'm not a bit pretty any more. I ve gone off horribly. At first I minded, but I don't now. Nothing seems to matter. I've had my cake and eaten it. It disappointed me, and there's no one to blame but myself. Cable me here at Langham'a, and if I may return I'll go home at once. I with now I'd never gone on the stage. But what's the use of crying when the harm's done? Do try and thiak kindly of me and welcome me back. Ouu. "I go away tomorrow." Her fingers held his closely. "Say goodby, and say it as if you forgave me." "Because, beast, you wanted to eat it yourself! This is more important than food. Let me in!" City of Mexico. "For what? My dear Anne, you need no forgiveness from me." Rlo't "Joologfoal fludm." How long will it be before I see you T Oh, 1 do want to youl I hare succeeded moderately, have paid David his loan and made some money liegiries. One year more of this and I'll be able to go home. Home! One year) And then? Well, you know all 1 dream of. You are everything to me. Ton seem near to me some days. I wonder If your thoughts stray to me now and then and I feel them. Oh, do think of me and as tenderly as you can! Do you understand how 1 love you 7 Do you know what you are to me? 1 cannot write mora. Armitage pulled her back and motioned Tomas aside. Rio de Janeiro has some active agents of publicity who themselves possess the gift of tongues. Certain of these gentlemen who feel an Interest In the gardens of Rio have lately decided to advertise this attraction among the strangers and pilgrims coming into the harbor. They have therefore issued a circular "M visitors lying at anchor," Which is expressed in Portuguese, English, French and German, and which deserves to be quoted In part as a specimen of English aa she is spoken by the unattached professor. The circular runs thus: "I've given you some pain, David. I've disappointed you. I'm sorry." "Go away, both of you!" he said in a whisper of command. "You couldn't help it," he said. "You don't love me. How are you to blame for that?" He turned to one of the strangers. She was young, dark eyed, a little too white and slender for his idea of beauty and with marks of travel weariness on her face. His head was cool, his heart oraving sympathy. He desired urgently not bo much Anne's kisa as her companionship, not to give himself into her power and lose himself in her, but to know the happiness of her dependence on him. Her mind grasped at the words eager ly. It was true. She could not help it. She was not to blame. "Good night, Anna I hope your hoi* iday will do you good, and I know it will," David said, quite in his usual coiie. iwu't ran to let me mow wnen Donald. "Let your maid wait here. You will find Sefain in this house. They say he is sleeping." The letter slipped from Anne's fingers and lay a small, white patch against the whiter hem cf her gown. She thrust her hands out invitingly. Her eyes had the look of a child's in the dark waiting for the coming of the light. The breath came and went unevenly through her parted lips. A happy smile broke over her face. Good night. When bis cigar was finished, he went back to the table and looked down at the letter he had oommenced to her. Anne's lids sank for a moment over her eyes as if a throe of insupportable v„, DiC. Ciimi " Joologioal Gardens.—In these gardens the visitor will find soum of rarest et best specimens of wild beasts of Brazil; also a collection of Suaks (snakes), repliles. Seo. Whlck will prover a source of wlterest et Entertainment to many who ham a four bours to span whib in Rio Janeiro. Traways belanglng to Compy Evry 10 Minutes."you return." Sho let him go with another handshake, and went back to the fire. For a long time she crouched over the coals, her face sheltered by her hands. Nora's entreaties about preparations for bed were unheeded. Anne read the letter twioe, and the picture her fancy conjured of Olga made a pain rise in her throat Of course she would apeak to David as soon as be oame in, and of oourse Olga would return. "The pity in David'a heart would let him receive back thii wasted, disappointed woman and she would scarcely remind him of the splendid beauty who had failed him when he needed her moat. Boon Olga would be home, oreepiug like the ghost of herself through the familiar rooms. Her soft step would be beard on the stairs. She might be changed in soul and heart, and in her weakness and defeat be to David what be had longed to make her. "My dear Anne." The stereotyped words were so wholly inadequate they irritated him. He crushed the puper in his palm and flung it into the fire. He would go to her. As he took hiB overcoat and hat from the stand in the hall, he muttered impatiently: She herltnted with It In her hand. wagons heaped with glowing plants halted at area gates; the crannies between the paving stones held spears of grass as strengthless as the down on a boy's lip. Donald and Armitage alighted at the factory, and from this came the low crooning, the murmur of mixed song, heard wherever the negro works. "1 want to be alone," sho said, pushing the girl away. "Come back by and by-" She picked the letter up and pressed it to her lips several times before she spoke to it, as if to one who listened: It may farther interest the common people of the United States, who have been urged to believe that a free silver system carried with it some features of peculiar home favoring policy, to learn that the great profit earning franchises or concessions of Mexico are almost entirely owned and controlled by foreign capitalists. They buy the legal labor paying currency of the country at its depreciated market value, and through investments made and wages paid in this cheap currentD loreigu capital is given an unusual advantage of which it has not failed to fully possess itself. The street railway system of the City of Mexico is owned in London, and its business offices are conducted in England's metropolis. The electric light sys teni of the city is the proporty of German capitalists. The Mexico and Vera Cruz railway is owned in London, the Monterey and Mexican Gulf railway ia the property of Belgian stockholders, the Mexican Central, the most important railway of the republic, is principally owned in Boston; the Mexico, Cuernavaca and Pacific railway is owned in Denver, and of the other railroads of the republic, not all of which in Mexico equal the mileage of the single state of Kansas, the controlling stock is held in England, Germany or the United States. What an opportunity to make use of that Bonorous sentence, "Free and unlimited coinage of silver at the ratio of 16 to 1 without the aid or consent of any other nation on earth I" whore the free and unlimited coinage of silver permits the reaping of profits by the capitalists of every other nation with the return of less than half for the possession of Mexico's natural resources and the service of Mexican labor, which the currency standard of the WadMig of tbe world woqld It is obsoure, but one seems to feel what the Joological gardens are driving at. The Teuton finds himself in a worse oaae. He is invited to the "Garten au Bar" and will hardly be flattered to And that his beloved biergarten has been converted into bear garden by the lively Portuguese.— Pall Mall Gazette. "I know—I know all now! My dear, dear, dearl" "I'm dead for a siesta. My clothes seem weighted with stones," said Armitage, yawning. "I was up before the sun this morning—long before it. So were you," he broke off suddenly, "and, by George, you look dead boat. You'd better go a little easier. Do as I do, Sefain. After your coffee lie down." On a warm night Anne took a hansom to one of the big studio buildings on upper Fifth avenue to attend a dinner given by a oelebrated artist just over from Paris on a visit to his native land. "What shall I say to ber? How can I put it to her?" She eat in the empty room, watching the fire sink lower. She was groping in the dark tor an understanding of her own heart and the reasous which had made her refuse to be David Temple's wife. She had loved him the night he had sat in this same room and told her of Olga. She had continued to love him miserably, with passion, and had struggled to forget him through conflicts of regret. In the days when peace had come to her he had still seemed the roost important and dearest in the world. She had mauv times thought of him so during the year'spent in the same house with him. In a few momenta he was on the street, making his way against the wind to her rooms on Washington place, where some of the most contented hours of his life had been snent. CHAPTER XXm A man on horseback appeared at the bead of the road leading from one of the cup shaped bills to the fazenda Ricardo in S. Paula de Muriahe, in the province of Rio Janeiro. He wore a short, white coat and nankeen trousers. A blue scarf, loosely knotted, showed a few inches of darkly tanned throat A wide leafed straw hat, evidently of Brazilian manufacture, was pulled over his eyea Even In shadow the eyes were unmistakably Donald Sefain'B. Where She Got Then. A brilliant 14 rot down at tbe round table, and she fonnd herself between tbe athletio young novelist who took ber in and an Australian capitalist. As dessert came on there was a lull in tbe entertaining nonsense and piquant discussions between herself and ber dinner oompanion and she listened to the scraps of conversation around ber. Tbe name "Temple," spoken in soft,amused, scornful accents by tbe Australian, reached her. His big, bald bead was turned from ber, but owing to bis slow, distinct utterance she could bear almost every word. He was speaking of Olga. Tbe flames in tbe street lamps danced under his feet in the drenched pavements, the crossed streets lay in stormy "But," said the inquisitive bachelor after the baby had been carefully placed in his arms, "where does she get her blue eyes? Yours are dark and so are her papa's." "I'm going to," said Donald listlessly."Yes, but sleep. Don't lie and think. Why don't you go now and let Tomas fetch your coffee at once? It's almost 8." As Anne stood witb the letter in her band she heard the street door close softly. Without giving herself time to think wbat she should say she went down to tbe study. Tbe full gaslight poured on David as he stood by tbe table, bis chin lowered. His faoe was more than fatigued. It was pinched, and ■he could see a moisture on bis forebead. He looked up, but did not greet ber or move. "Oh," the fond young mother explained, "she inherit* them from my side of the family. My brother Will'* wife has Just such eyas exactly.• « e i — "After I see Seraphine aud find out what that rascal of an agent at the railway had to say in answer to my complaint Must we keep trusting his honesty in weighing the sacks? I'd as soon trust the devil." looked down at LhjiutlU feeling conrsed through her, which might have been apprehension, pity or love, and she entered the dim room. She stood with loosely clasped hands and looked down at Donald. Often during the travail of the long journey so impulsively undertaken she had wondered what emotions would come to her in this moment when sho faced the straggler who needed and loved her, the man sho loved. Why, then, when he had spoken the words she had believed would hold the richest harmony in her life, had they meant none of these dear things? Why had they not been acceptable? He pulled in his horse and remained lost in a study of the scene, while the sunlight of a Brazilian January bathed him in an intense flood. Cleveland Leader. Bpr * of tho Glob* for *S f rheumatism! ■ NliUaATiGIA and ilmflar Oomplmixtif J and prepared under tiro itrtngent A MEDICAL IkVl.M pregcri bed by eminent ph y»aiaai^®M Km dr. mcHTEirs Ja ANCHOR ■PAIN EXPELLER! I World renowned! Remarkably anceeasfnl! 1 ■Only gennfne with Trade Mark " Anchor,"■ ■t. Id. Blchtet 'Co., C16Pear)8t.v New Tort. ■ I 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. ■ 13 Pranoh Honsaa. Own Qlutwarka. M B a:, ud io eta. ■•fern* »d i.immM kr M K rttin a rtn. n i mm *»——■ B. G. «U( K. M lartk Blwt, i. H. HOI CK, 4 R*rtk lata H. PITTSTO», M. "Ah, what can wo do? That's the leakage through which our profits drip. But because time and exertion are as valuable as money in this enervating plague spot we must trust as we go and be cheated from the moment we leave the sacks at the station to the moment they are shipped in Ria Don't let nie think of it. The helplessness of it drives me frantic. It's too hot to object even to being fleeced," and Armitage swung across to Morgan's house, where he knew pork and plantains were waiting for him. "They fade quickly, those very pale blonds, don't yon tbink? Excitement and what not have spoiled a very pretty woman in Mrs. Temple. A shocking failure she is too. In Melbourne, where ■be tried to force Parthenia down our throats, I assure you she was laughed at A playful little kitten style of woman in a comedy is as much as she should bave attempted. These people never can measure tbeir ability. After years and years of work and work she might bave attempted parts, but, Lord, not now!" "David," she said uncertainly, "don't be angry, but I must speak to you of Olga." She had outlived her love for David Temple without having become aware of the change in herevlf. She had not even pitied him acutely, as women do pity what they must hurt. On every hand as far as the eye could see the land was prostrate under the stare of a pitiless sky. There was no shadow near him save that of his horse and his own broad hatted figure. Half way down the hill one bushy headed palm and the prongs of some cacti lay patterned sharply on the bare and dazzling earth. Below, in the middle distance, he saw the fazenda, the ugly factory, the unsheltered square and cluster of outbuildings. Behind him lay the waving line of hills on which the ooffee shrubs flourished and from whioh the soft, monotonous chant and quavering of the negroes came to him. He drew in bia breath and closed bis eyes. "Ab, you know then, you know," he murmured. Donald's lids showing blue against tlio broken and sunken fat e, the clamminess upon the strip of pale forehead, the parched lips parted, the unguarded heart crying out its distress in the fixed expression of sorrow and appeal, were like so many chords around her heart drawing her toward him. She had done right to come to him. Was he hurt very much? He had been very sure of her. With flue, convincing intuition she had felt the confidence underlying his caressing worde, had divined it in his calm eyes. He missed her, that was true enough; needed her for the simplest and most sensible rearons. He was fond of her. She had his admiration, confidence, respect. From habit she had become necessary to him. His silent house required a mistress, his life a companion. But the love whioh conies to curse or bless a life and which is all of life was not there. Even the exaltation of tjie senses, misquoted love, wmoii ue nart u It tor Miga, was absent. There was no illusion, no pain* no ro~ i» David* km. it 'ff've a letter from ber." And she held it out to bim. "She's very ill and wants to come home. She wants me to ask"— "Almost belter, aren't you?" he tald. shadow, icicles on trees aud palings clinked in the rush of the freezing rain; once the numbed face of a beggar looked at him; onoe a stray dog pressed lonepomely against him as he strode on. Tbe world seemed full of mist aud pain, but there was light in his soul and when he saw the firelight on Anne's windows he felt almost ashamed of the sense of well being which came to bim while others in the world suffered. seized tbe band that held tbe let ter and looked suffering, forbidding. "You'll let her come home here, won't yoa? I was sure you would, Sbe seems to want nothing else, she doesn't expect or ask for forgiveness"— Half an hour later Donald, with hands in trousers pockets and hat tilted lazily over eyes that seemed asleep, went down the stone squaro to the end farthest from the factory and paused before a small house exactly like the others save that it stood apart, a palm within a few feet throwing a top heavy shadow across its white facade. A wild joy filled her as she crossed the room to his sida But though she leaned above him he still slept, not knowing heaven was near. She sank on her knees and laid her cheek upon his drooping hand as she called him clearly twice. Donald started forward, dazed. The reality came in Anne's kiss as she clung to him. "Sbe was considered a great beauty here and a very good actreaa," came from tbe listener on the other aide. This scene made his life—the coffee benring hills, the nnsheltered road lying between them. Ugly, arid, lonely, were the words that rose in his mind ns he panned there. The very truth and force of the artist in him made his heart rise in hot rwvulfc. Hatred and longing wm • i "Of course, of pourse. I fancy wben ■be bad everything ber own way and didn't have to fag sbe was healthy and probably a beauty. Bat aba's down oq |h» laak. Shea a—in, toft ar that "Ob, bush 1" he said wildly and witb difficulty, opening bis other hand and ■bowing a crashed cablegram. "I can never tell ber now that I would bave pitied ber, yea, even forgiven ber the wranff aha did aaa, fur aW a dead, Amu*. Anne opened the door of the sitting room herself. Sbe waa atl in white, of bawnr b))ilD| MMtial. and Home—that silent, shaded little house of fomr snail rooms where no fa•ttiatiM m« vdcaiMd hint and no TU KND~
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Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 49 Number 6, September 23, 1898 |
Volume | 49 |
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Date | 1898-09-23 |
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Description
Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 49 Number 6, September 23, 1898 |
Volume | 49 |
Issue | 6 |
Subject | Pittston Gazette newspaper |
Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
Publisher | Pittston Gazette |
Physical Description | microfilm |
Date | 1898-09-23 |
Location Covered | United States; Pennsylvania; Luzerne County; Pittston |
Type | Text |
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Language | English |
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Full Text | Established IHftO. I Vol. xlix No. «. f Oldest NewsDaoer in the Wvomine Vallev PITTS TON LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEHBER 23, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I SI .00 a Tw Id AdTUM. was quiet, weii balanced, wnotesoma She knew she was the passionless choioe of his calm, wise momenta "A Circle in the Sand," CHAPTER XXII. benind ner dark: bead the room swam in rosy gloom. The air was beavy with the perfume of roses. He seemed entering a garden with Anne by his side, pale from her illness and with dovelike eyes. In a few moments another rider came out of the plantation and drew up beside him. He was a big, fair haired man, his light blue eyes a strange anomaly in his senna brown face. When he spoke, his broad, musical accont conjured a vision of English fields on a spring morning instead of the hot, slothful land blazing around him. voice but his own or nis servant's vibrated on the sleepy air. As Donald looked upon it now the quiet place seemed to feel the dissatisfaction rising from his tormented heart and to meet it with almost servile protest. tOPPER IS THEIR MONEY compel. The rich resources of the mineral mountains and tropical valleys at Mexico, which should be made to contribute so far as possible to the well being and well doing of the natives and citizens of the republic, who are exneoted to maintain its government and defend its flag, are through the always connected possibilities of "Mexican silver and cheap labor" placed at the disposal of the alien and the foreigner toe a return so inadequate as to insnre the perpetuation of the poverty and misery which are the only free possessions at the common people of Mexioo. It was a wild night. Au icy torreut of raiu was tossed by a wind which seemed sent to wail over the world. Nora came in, a muddy letter in her hand. The study where David Temple sat was as cheery as tirelight and shaded lamplight could make it. He was conscious only vaguely of the sputtering ooals sending up fuchsia tinted sparks and of the torrential rain shaking the window casings, while his thoughts wandered into dreams of other places and times. "The fool of a postman, to save cooling his feet, put this under the mat instead of ringing the bell. It'B a sorry looking letter it ia now," and Nora dried it on her apron before putting it in Anne's outstretched hand. The Mexican Laborers Use It BY In Their Dealings. A soul wave of mutual comprehension made him feel his ooming had been half expected and that she was glad. When he had made her sit again in the low armchair and bad arranged the silk pillow at a comfortable angle for ber head, he sat down beside her and looked at her earnestly. lie hail done what he could to make the house habitable. It was even a pretty house when compared with the bare hideousness with which Armitage and Morgan were content. The laced bamboo flaps on the windows made the place swim in gloom as restful after the sunlight as the feeling of a cool hand on the brow. There was matting on the floor, a hammock swung in a corner, some sketches of his own were upon the walls, some books on tho mantelshelf. Chief among the books were Anne's and just above them bung a small, unframed pastel he had made, showing her face with the expression he loved best, the eyes glancing sideways, half questioning, tender. Jfato Jordan, "Waiting for me, Sefain?" "No, I was thinking. I knew you'd follow." THEIR PITIFULLY SMALL WAGES. Author of "The Kits of Gold," "The Other House," etc., etc. It was from Donald. Her eyes brightened as she took it quickly and drew the rustling pages from the envelope. She read: The Englishman looked at him, hesitated and at length spoke: Provisions Bought In Quantities to Be Sold [Copyright 189H, by the Author. | Save for the servants he now lived alone in the old Waverly place house. It was strange to sit there on this January night and hear neither voice nor footstep, to find himself listening gladly to the clock's light strokes, feeling depressed when the last vibration had whirred into the silence. "Almost better, aren't you?" he said gladly. "Your face is getting back its rounded look, and soon you won't get a single bit of sympathy." "Sefain, you're making a hard fight here, aren't you?" He asked the question abruptly as they moved on at a crawling pace. chases Computed and Completed In Centaros Worth Less Than Half a Cent. at a Cent a Package — Nearly All Pur- Dearest Anne—It's very quiet where I tit tonight writing to you. The short twilight has disappeared into a dark blue night, tho southern cross ia in the sky, and the few other stars are bigger and brighter than the many at home. How far away you are from me! Somehow I never felt so alone in the wilderness as 1 do tonight. A longing to see you eats at my heart. There is no voice In the world as sweet as yours. I love your eyes, the way your lips look when you laugh. Oh, Anne, Anne, if I could see you now I Mexican Dollars a* MsntaadiM. In some respects the gold standard is in as practical operation in Mexioo today as in any country In the world. All investment inducements state promised profits in gold, the earnings at all important industries are discuMed in term8 of gold value, merchants seek to make their prices alluring by quoting the lower price on a gold bams, ami hotel keepers accompany information as to their rates by reference to the fact it is a certain amount in Mexican silver, which they tell you is only so much in American money or gold. The purchase and sale of Mexican dollars are carried on in little shops, as is the sale at railroad transportation in the scalpers' quarters of the larger cities of our own country, and like the ticket scalper the dealers in dollars make large profits in handling the so called money, because of its variable and uncertain value. The value of the Mexican dollar is given day by day in the daily newspapers of the republic, ss the value of iron and coal and variations in the quotations of the former are as frequent and as comparatively wide as in the case of the latter, but % m*" who toils in the mines or at the smnltsr hears nothing and knows nothing at the existence of any money in Mwiw save the cheap silver, even though the corporation for which he toils receives its returns in gold and adjusts its business to that basis. The laborers in the fields the artisans in the shops, the deft fingered weavers at the looms and in ths homes, and he who tram daylight to dark upon the streets and highways at the republic bears burdens upon his back that a horse would soon tire with —all these, laborers, farmers and mechanics, are the free silver servants of the subsidized corporations and importers who receive their returns in gold. There is no cheap silver in Mwiw for the workingmen or their families. They give the constant labor of their lives for a few coins, now so shrunken in value as to barely prevent starvation, in order that Mexico may be proclaimed as the unique possessor of prosperity through its twin blessings of free silver and cheap labor. arsenic" "Why?" and Donald's uncommunicative soul, aroused to interest, looked for a moment speculatively from his brilliant eya [This series of letters is the result of a personal visit to Mexico made by the writer early in 1888 as a special representative of the Michigan Republican Newspaper Association to investigate the monetary system of that country.) CHAPTER XXL "Oh, I assure yon, no! ways as white as milk." She was al- "Almost better," Anne echoed, an excited catch in her voice. "I assure you, reposing on this pillow in a sort of Cleopatra attitude, I feel quite a fraud. I'd like to have gone for a tramp in this wild rain. Listen to it. How it sighs and sputters, and then with what a sweep it comes on!" Anne had entered Dr. Ericsson's house as a member of the family. Mo one had urged her to go, but she had come to see the necessity of it After a long illness her aunt had oome back to only a quiescent consciousness of life and with body partly paralysed. The reins of government had fallen from her hands forever, and a woman was needed by her aide. Anne did 'not renounce work to be with her, but she condensed it into as few hoars as possible and spent her leisure in the Waverly place house. "Then she's organically unsound, bloodless, and she hasn't the stuff in her to last. They say she has hysterics like insanity, and her temper's frightful. 1 know for a positive fact she boxed her coachman's ears in Melbourne." Olga had been dead six months. He thought of her grave in Greenwood, her mother's but the reach of an arm from her—the finale to a story in those two luounds—of Dr. Ericsson, gone to spend his last years in Sweden, in the house where he was born and which had come to him a few months before throngh the deata of a brother; of Anne, but lately returned to her old rooms, her life unchanged."Oh, I can see it Yon hold your tongne better than any man I've ever met and I've knocked about a bit in this oontTary world. But I know you axe simply sickening for a sight of home —and some woman.'' "Silver is the money of the common people," is an arbitrary statement many Kmes made in connection with the advocacy of the free coinage of silver in the United States. "Copper is the money of the common people in Mexico," is a statement which can be more truly made relative to this country, where all the possibilities of free silver have unquestioned control. For as It is most convenient in the United States to conduct mercantile and business operations involving only small amounts in silver currency, so is it necessary in Mexico, by reason of the pitifully small wages paid and the poverty of the masses, to transact a large part of all trade with the so called common people in copper oentavos, worth less than one-half a cent in American money measurement. These fancies are wild, you will think maybe. Oh, but 1 do love you sol A nigger somewhere in the darkness outside is playing a passionate tune on a tin flute, and the savage notes go throngh me, racking me with a miserable sort of happiness, they are so like the aohe I feel to see you, to touch you! He dropped the big manilla hat to the floor, sank into a cane chair and stretched his body out in a way expressive of unspeakable weariness. Now that hia forehead was bared, the sun's strength was seen in the pallor of the skin just below the hair, making a division as sharp as a saber cut. "Really! And she always seemed so amiable! I oan't fanoy her even disturbed."While the words left her lips she was thinking that it was strange and troubling to be there alone with David, the firelight on his near face, while beyond the close curtained windows the Btorm called and called to them in vain. She know why ho had come. The words sent a dark flush up Donald's cheek and his silence was cold. "Disappointment, my dear lady, is like a blistering sun on the sweetest milk—sure to turn it sour, eh?" I've worked very faithfully. The mea I'm thrown with, Armltage and Morgan, are holly good fellows and, like me, are hoping and tolling for prosperity under another sky as the reward. 1 like them both immensely, and 1 think they like me pretty well. "Fact. Bat don't suppose I'm trying to forco your confidence, my boy." He laid his hand on Donald's wrist "I speak this way, because—well, because I'm deuced sorry for you"— "She appeared in London last month. The reports say she made • failure there." David rose and paoed the room, a line oreeping down between his brows. The silence seemed speaking to him of Anne tonight. She bad been the star of his life. He freely acknowledged it. Ste bad drained much of the bitterness from his adversities. No man could have had a more satisfying companion, a better friend. These blessings had been his, though they were neither bis right nor his reward. Armitage was right; ho was used up and needed a rest. His hand sought some cigars upon a small table and then slipped back. It would be better not to smoke until Tomas had brought hi6 ooffee, Tomas of the many lies, the sickly sweet smile and the coral tipped pendants in objectionable ears. Her intuitive mind, leaping to conclusions, told her that words having no kinship to farewell were faltering on his lips. She felt a sudden uneasiness and excitement. The beating of her heart was painful. She had found it hard to be unselfish and go, particularly when she knew David had insisted on remaining there and assuming the duties of a son toward the old man be loved and the woman he pitied. She bad struggled with her own heart and bad beaten down her pride only after a hard fight. Daily companionship with David Temple was the last thing in the world she desired, and she loved her free life as she loved the sunlight. But there was nothing else to be done. Mrs. Ericsson's apathy was a ylea mingling with the voice within Tier which oommanded in the name of duty. If only selfishly, for her own peace, she obeyed it I wish you could see your two books. You'd hardly know them, they are so thumbed. 1 almost know them by heart. There's a bright future for you, Anne, dear. Oh, I hope you'll have all yoor dreams realized, every one! But there's bitterness in the thought forme. I see more and more how much I aspire to In loving you, how mad the dream that maybe— But 1 can't go on. Nothing can alteWthe fact that I do love you, and, though you go quite out of my life and marry and are happy without one thought of me, I must still love you. Nothing can ulter that. "You're wasting your pity then. What the devil do you mean? One would think I'd been playing the part of a sentimental fool.'' "One hasn't much 'go' playing a losing game. It will be a good thing for the society woman who talks and thinks nothing but stage, stage, stage, to remember one thing—the vast difference between playing to the big, cold hearted publio whose eyes are all strabismus, and playing to Tom, Dick and Harry, with whom she has dined, flirted or had 6 o'clock tea. The publio is a bulldog. If it doesn't get what it wants or expects, it bites. "You'll be gone a month?" "Hold on, mi amiga Let not 'the Inglez' quarrel and set a bad example to these brown beggars here," and an imperturbable smile distended Armitage's full cheeka "I haven't finished. I'm sorry, and I'm envious at the same time. God I To be not yet 30 and in love. To know the world—only in one pair of eyes and comprehend heaven in the touch of five slim lingers. What would not I give to feel this, tell myself fondly I was a fool and be glad I was! Hug your misery, my boy. Be such a fool. Some day, maybe, when you're like me and not a living thing is really necessary to you, when you know only the sleek and deadly level of practical self content, you'll remember and wish the longings which tear you now could come again and hurt you. That man only is blest whose happiness depends upon another human being." "At least a month," she nodded. "I'm reveling in the thought of getting back to summer and for the first time smelling a lily field in bloom. The word 'Bermuda'has an exotic sound to mo. Have you ever been there?" All sorts of thoughts and half thoughts floated through-his mind, the heaviness of the day, the knavery of the Portuguese agent on the Dom Pedro II railway, the wish to make money faster, the surprising words Armitage had spoken on the road, and always, no matter what his surface thought, the fierce and living croisckrasness of Anne underlying all, the ungovernable longings he had let speak in that last letter to her, the craving for her answer, the constantly recurring waves of homesickness checked by returning determinations to be strong to the end. At all the markets patronized by the laboring people little portions of the few articles of provisions they can afford to bay are made up in quantities to be sold at 1 cent each, and they bay in this way one, two or three portions of lard, beans, peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, or as the pittances they possess will permit. Shelled corn is bought and sold by the quart, out of which the tortillas are made through being boiled and crushed, and baked when mixed with water, and which with beans form their almost exclusive article of food. In the trade transactions of the laboring masses of Mexico it is seldom that a purchase is made that it is not computed and completed in their copper centavos, the same meager measurement being applied to their earnings as to their spendings. If therefore it is desired by the advocates of free coinage in the United States to herald the results of their selected currency system, as shown by experience rather than by theory, they should be as further progressive as such conditions fully justify and seek added favor for their cause by proclaiming copper as the money of the common people, as it is in Mexico, the ideal home of the free coinage of silver. He wanted to tell her this and more. She bad been ill, the result of a heavy oold, and on the morrow would leave for a holiday in the south. Something urged him not to let her leave New York without expressing what she had no doubt come to realize—how much her going from under the same roof had taken from his life. Oh. I wonder will yon ever lave me? Will 1 ever be able to go to you and ask you that! Will I dare? What you've been to me I Only today us X Rtood watching the negroes among the eolTee shrubs I thought of the night In the mines when we gat with our hands clasped in the blackness and I talked to you of my wretched self as I'd never spoken to any living being and the night when Joe died and I tried tu tell you all that waa In my heart. Do you re.neinbvr it as I do? 1 kissed your hair that night. You didn 't know It, Afterward, when you laid your cheek against my arm, your beautiful iaoe so white, and whispered, "I'll remember, Donald," I thought my heart would burst with pain and joy. Ob, bow 1 wiah 1 could hare my Ufe to live over again and be at this moment the n.an God bad meant me tg be, not full of bitter memories, still half afraid after fighting the habits of year*! If away back in the past when I waa a little chap I could have known that one day I'd meet yon, love you, need yon so, how little all that was miserable would have seemed—only a time of darkness to be lived through Amehow with happiness awaiting me at the end! "No," he said absently, and, leaning nearer, said earnestly, "I'll miss you so, Anne.'' During her drive home the words she bad heard staid with Anne, but insisted on remaining beyond her belief. Olga pitied, ridiculed, faded—she who bad been so seoure, so envied! And but little more than a year had gone! His fingers touched hers, and she met his eyes. They were grave and dominantMore than a year had passed. It bad grown to be a right and natural thing to Anne to meet David at breakfast and pour coffee for him, to watch for bis coming at night At first this bad seemed unbearable, impossible, but habit is coeroing and inflexible and women are adaptable. She even managed not to be discontented though she lived in a dull atmosphere, in a quiet house where three disappointed lives drifted on. "Yes, I miss her," he said in concentrated accents as be stood still and listened with the subtler inner hearing to the vast silence wrapping the house. "And how I've missed you these last five weeks!" he went on. "I find myself listening for your step, for memory plays me cruel tricks. But you are gone, and I have to learn all over the lesson of philosophy. I've grown to hate the place. Just to look at the corner of tho table where you used to pour coffee for me makes me blue." She sat with wide, speculative eyes, watching the sentinellike lamps flash past, and tried to picture Olga as she had been described. Failure had come and bitterness bad followed. Exhausthg travel, nervous days and nights and the pains of wounded vanity had done the rest. Prosperity and confidence in herself had been the qualities formipg a foundation for Olga's winning unconcern and amiability. With defeat, with struggle, the real nature had peered like an ugly faoe from behind a mask and left ber a bitter, turbulent woman, a logical development of the peevish obi Id who scratched. One more year of work, and he would have tested himself enough and made enough money to go back to New York. He saw the town plainly and with an unappeasable longing. There were The Citizen offices, the panorama of sparkling bay and clotted smoke against a copper sky seen from its western windows, tho brisk crowds on Broadway, snow, furs and violets, but most of all Anne's rooms, the firelight clasping her a« in a confidence, and Qerhans coldsivto ram wttMuitig a winter plant upon the window sill—cold, cold, sweet rain, not the sticky mist and windless showers falling at intervals in this hot season. He longed to feel its riot and chill against his face and hear the ring of the stone pavements under his tread or to hurry through miles of frosty sunlight to Anne's Bide- He stepped iuto the hall. burning brightly, but the curve of the high stairoase was lost in shadow. He thought of how often Anne had come down, humming a song. But a few nights before Dr. Ericsson's departure be remembered her coming back half way to say good night to him, and how her long braid of hair becoming loosened bad swept bis cheek like a silky lash. It had been an incident for a laugh then, but now the memory of her tress' touch, her hand, her eyes, made bim resent his loneliness. As he spoke quietly and half confidingly Anne became aware of a disappointment in herself. He was going to say more. What had been her dearest dream was going to intensify itself into a certainty touight, and yet she was aware that if some interruption had come and David had been forced to leave her with the words unsaid she would have been relieved. Donald looked at him in amazement. He had never heard words like these from Armitage. They touched him too. Over his lean, brown face a dreaminess stole, and just as they crossed the fanlike shadow of the solitary palm upon the roadway he moved his companion's hand from his wrist and gripped it Olga's name was never beard. Mrs. Ericsson, calm, almost mindless, sat all day by the window of her room, her eyes fastened on the street She seemed watching for some one; she always looked out. The attitude bad become mechanical long after a realization of the reason bad died. It was the expression of the passive desire in her maimed brain to watcb for Olga's retarn. David worked harder than ever, apparently unchanged save that be was more reticent. Dr. Eriosson's practice was bat a name, and be looked an aged man. These are thoughts which haunt me all tb« time, though I've little enough time to think. There's so much to do I've grown very practical. Hut it's so quiet here tonight, ana you are so very far away, and I do crave with physical pain for one sight of you, and the nigger's melody has fired my blood, and a queer bird outside my window utters now and then a soft good night note as sad as death. The house was wrapped in slumber when she reached it But she knew by the light left burning in the library that David bad not yet returned. For leveral days she had only seen him in the mornings. "Armitage," he said, roused for the moment out of his self reserve, "I almost wish, then, you could love a woman as miserably, as passionately, perhaps as hopelessly, as I do. She is tho desire of my life and its greatest good." He went into the drawing room, but oame out of it quickly. It was there among the teacups and in tbe firelight be bad asked Olga to be his wife, there her coffin bad stood. It was a hated room. Ghosts were its tenantry. "Yes, I've missed you, and I will miss yon," he continued and lifted her hand to his lips. "Does it matter that you are very dear to me, and I want you always? Will you be my wife, Anne? Will you?" Oh, to have you beside me In thia little room just for a moment, to bless it for all the dayi to come with the magic of your amilel 1 love your dearly. Anne; need you mora. Subsidised Corporations. I have referred above to "subsidised corporations,'' and in order that it may not be assumed that I am merely dealing in phrases to create prejudice M should be explained that Mexico had paid and is paying liberal subsidies to the railroads, manufacturing plants, breweries and almost every other desirable or undesirable industry, as individuals may view them. Even the boast of cheap labor, rich and undeveloped resources and the assumed blessings at free coinage of silver were not to prevent the annual payment from the Mexican treasury in some recant years of as much as one-fourth at its entire customs receipts to but four railroads alone, and the fact that many I'iivU* ~L „_a. 1 v A J In their efforts to create opposition to the present monetary standard of our country they include denunciation of banks and corporations and trusts and syndicates and monopolies, as if it were true that some principle inherent or pertaining to the free coinage of silver would prevent and provide against the evils they thus eo fiercely portray. If there is any truth whatever in their assertions and assumptions, it should be made apparent in Mexico, where the system they seek has always prevailed and such virtues as it may possess have been given uninterrupted opportunity for experience in action and in effect. of affairs in Mexico most decidedly the opposite of that which it has been boastfully assumed would accompany the free coinage of silver. She went to ber aunt's room to see if she slept or needed anything. The light burned low and made big shadows among the bed curtains, the air was 1 suppose you are very much at home again in your old rooms. I can fancy the year you ■pent in Waverly place was deadly dull, although you wouldn't say so. You say David lias bought the old mansion from the doctor and regularly settled down there. I wonder why he does this unleas he intends to remain a hermit or marry again. "I knew it The signs never fail. And now I want to talk to you. We might as well here as at the fazenda. Why don't you sell out to me or to Morgan, take what you've made and go home?" Tomas entered with the coffee and a dish of peppered chicken, but midway across the room he paused and let hia melancholy eyes rest upon his master. He was asleep, his head fallen back and exhaustion marking the features. Sleep was better for him than peppered chicken, Tomas reasoned, and remained considerately quiet, his gaze as melancholy but more watchful as he lifted a piece of the meat to his lips with his fingers and rhythmically licked their brown tips. It was indeed well for his master to slumber on, and if he took another piece there would still be enough. As was expected, tbe newspapers bad made a sensational heroine of Olga. Soon after ber departure photographs of her from San Francisoo bad found their way to Broadway windows and reported interviews with her had been wired to New York papers. These were highly colored and probably false. Gossip tossed ber name like a shuttlecock from one to another. Going back to tbe study fire, be lit a cigar. The past unrolled itself before him, and be tried to approximate tbe years to coma The deductions from his reasoning were as clear aud strong as if spoken by a bell-like voice beside him. A sense of coming triumph filled David as he spoke. He was aware he had not feared failure. During the last year Anne had so let herself be knitted with his life it seemed only a natural conclusion that he was as neccKsary to her as she to him. Besides, he had never failed in anything save hia marriage, and without egotism he did not consider that this pule and lonely woman whose affection he had tested could disappoint him now. sweet with the odor of lilacs, and a cool wind swept like a sigh through tbe plaoe. Do you know I feel sorry for David? Yet 1 don't think it would pleaae him to think any one felt pity for him. I used to think In the dark days before you came to me U would be the sweetest moment in my life to see him in some position where 1 oeuld pity him. He used to antagonize and attmct me In the one hour. But that's past and uoae with. There's not a tinge of envy in my feeling for him now. Since bis wife's death ba's written to me very seldom. Do you think he Joved bar very much) used to do? You and he were" etftxibl once. 1 hated him then. And onoe—shall ] tell you?—I thought that maybe he might love you and win you. If he bad, 1 think I'd have gone mad with grief. David's had everything all bis life aod had it before my longing eyea. Hut If von'ft loved him Anna I would hav* "Home?" echoed Donald, unable to repress the note of hope and yearning in his voice at sound of that sweet word. "Why?" Anne tiptoed to tbe bed and looked at the small, huddled figure, tbe hands lying palms upward on the counterpane, the faoe turned sideways, resting on the shoulder in tbe attitude of watching, which had become habitual. She brushed a IOCK 01 natr fnna tire wot. vrtrrt, placed tbe big fan which had fallen within reach of her band and crept out, Olga's face haunting her. Loneliness was horrible. It turned a man into an intellectual machine, warped his nature, put him out of touch with his kind. Once he bad been proud to stand quite alone, absolute master of every heart throb and every moment, hrt be had tasted the joy of a sympathetic woman s daily companiflnsnip and was unfitted forever for a self contained life where the ego was supreme and ambition the ruling passion. "Do you think this"—with a contemptuous gesture toward the grrnp of low, tiled roof buildings and the bare land—"pays for the pain in the heart? As for the money you make, it's not •««*nk #CswD f a--»vl D -'"L , J. gone when big fortunes were made in coffee planting. It doesn't matter much whether my bones eventually lie under thia sun or Korea's, and it's the same with Morgan. But you—well, there's a woman you love far away from this wilderness. For God's sake, seize your happiness, sail out and go to her." As an actress she had not met with emphatic suocess. At first people went to see her in great crowds because she was tbe well known eastern belle; they went a second time because she was a beauty. Soon her vogue lessened. It is one thing to be a rich woman dabbling in a profession, another thing to enter the market and strive with practical Pjif A nru» Hrow atrfl v ffotr* Mm «nrl while his hand still held hers a wave of relief from the deeps of her soul went over her. She seemed suddenly set free from chains. David's manner, his gentle, tender words, had left her cold. He was clear eyed, sensible, happy, but temperate and master of himself. She felt no desire to respond to his touch or glance. Instead there leaped into her mind a regret that she must deny him without quite realizing why. thought voices outside surprised him. He hurried to the door and met the Spanish housekeeper of Senor Morgan about to enter. At a little distance be- in addition to the government gifts lavishly bestowed for various other purposes leaves it not a matter of surprise that in addition to issuing bonds to the amount of nearly $30,000,000 for the payment of railroad subsidies, as mi done in 1890, Mexico has been compelled to adopt and maintain a system of taxation probably the most excessive of any nation in existence when compared with valuations involved and the amount of business transacted. Relative to the bonds above mentioned, it should also be said that they were sold at a discount of per cent, bearing 6 per cent interest, and were guaranteed by 12 per cent of the customs reoeipts. In addition to the subsidies granted the corporate and individual interests so favored have their federal taxes remitted for the term of years covered by their concessions. A few nights later a letter oame to Anne by the last post. It was from London, and she reoognized Olga's handwriting. It was the first she had received since her departure. She carried it np to her own room, and even after the door was olosed she hesitated with it in her hand, fearing what was written within it. If be had learned this from the year of life nndcr one roof with Anne, how maoh deeper the lesson would be if she had been his wife. If Anne had been his wife! The words filled him with passive regret as he lifted her photograph from the mantel and looked into the eyes which seemed even there to question and comfort him. bind her he saw a small group of people, two strange women, evidently "Inglez," and with them Senor Armitage. At the entrance to the court stCfod an ox cart in which the visitors must have come from the station. The heavy beasts were rubbing their noses together, moving the iron bells upon their collars and sending a lonely clang through the sunlight.workers. The criticism aroused was different too. Olga had found this out. She had been too ambitious. With all oer natural taient sue was snu uniurnjed, really fit only to interpret: the rudiments of her art, and what had seemed praise compelling in fashionable New York, where gloved hands awarded the affirmation of success, was merely promising, sometimes impertinent, where people paid money at a box office to see I stranger. Banking In Mexico. The banking business of Mexico is principally conducted and controlled by two large government favored institutions, the Bank of London and Mexico and the National Bank of Mexico. The Mexican government issues neither government notes nor coin certificates, the function of issuing legal tender paper being delegated to the banks above named, the paper circulation of which is guaranteed by the government. There are state banks of issue as well, but they are not so favored, and their notes are accepted only at a discount, except perhaps in the immediate locality in which they are issued. These few favored banks are permitted to issue notes to three times the amount of their paid up capital, the only added requirement being that thetr deposits shall be equal to one-third of their notes issued. They are also permitted to loan money to the government at 6 per cent interest. The Bank of Loudon and Mexico is principally owned by English and German capitalists, and its capital stock is reported to be $10,000,000. The capital stock of the National Bank of Mexico is given at $20,000,000. By reason of the privileges they possess these banks are enabled to show dividends upon even the enormous capital they proclaim of from 18 to 25 per cent. It is therefore not necessary to further suggest that there is nothing inherent in the free coinage of silver to prevent enormous profits for banks nnd bankers. On the contrary, the reduction of the currency of the country to a commodity the value of which persistently varies gives to' banks and bankers in Mexico the opportunity whieh the strong always possesses over the weak where values are uncertain and loss or gain through such conditions thereby made possible. ThCD free silver shrinkage in the value of its representative centavo in the hands of the toilers of Mexico has contributed to the princely profits of the foreign owners of the Bank of London and Mexico. "I won't," said Donald quietly. "I've a task to accomplish. " "Anne," he said again, hia face anxious now—"Anne, can you—can you love me? Will you marry me?" "OfchPT th*n flip avwr«tnncr r\f « of 8 shillings and tuppence on a bag of 60 kilograms?" When she drew it from its oover, she read these words: If he oould have loved her, if he could but love her now, as any man, the greatest, might be proud to love her. His feeling for her was very near the richest hiB nature oould germinate. Gentleness and sympathy were in it, pride and reverence. It but lacked passion to make it perfect. This he had known for one woman, a beady, unreasoning, intoxicating love, without substance or depth. Anne did not arouse it in him, he could not add it to the involved longings which made her necessary to him, very probably it would forever escape him. "Other than that I am content with these medium profits. I came here not only to conquer or at least disarm fortune, but to conquer myself. I'll stay the time I inteuded." Mv Ueab Annb—You've bad very hard thoughts of me, I know. You never wrote to me yourself, and in the brief notes received from father there wan no message from you. However, I'm going to ask you to let my humiliation brush all these thoughts from your mind, for 1 am humiliated, and it is bitter to say it, I can tell you. I've failed. There's no use mincing words or beating around the buah. I've failed, and I'm ill, very ill. Nobody seems to know just what's the matter with me, and J don't much care. I'm probably dying, and that doean't matter either. But just now I've got a longing to go home. I have heart enough for that. I know mamma is all broken up, but still I keep thinking how pleaennt it would be to lie in my oooL green room and have her fuss around me as she used to do when I had a cold She stood up and turned her head away, still feeling strange to herself. When she spoke, she obeyed a new knowledge, imperative, yet mystifying. "Mother of God, the senor will be surprised!" Morgan's housekeeper was saying in shrill tones, swaying from hip to hip in her excitement "He will shout and throw his hat into the air for joy when he knowa Ah, you will all see! Aye, it is wonderful. Out of the way, stupid pig!" to Tomas. "I am to tell the senor that his love has come to him over thousands of miles." Many things that must have stung David were said of her in every paper ftxcept his own. But even to Anne'a eyes be was impassive. He went into the world, particularly the society of men and clubs, as much as formerly, and those who found pleasure in discussing his affairs behind bis back were oareful to read the hint in bis attitude and offer neither sympathy nor advice. "David," she said seriously, "I don't love you that way." They rode on silently. An oldnegress with a child on her hip stopped in the middle of the road, her palm outstretched, and, following a curious custom, rried in Spanish: He remained silent until she forced herself to look fully at him. "Ah," ho said, as if it were the first breath he hud taken since 6he hud replied, "is it so? I had hoped—but no "Bless me I" "God bless you I" said Armitage, and she went on. There is no other country on the glob* in which corporations are so favored and monopolies so dominant as in Mexico. In view of these facts the pretense that the free coinage of silver is a system necessarily favorable to the interests of the common people as against corporations and monopoly is surely an indulgence in extravagant and cruel irony. Perry F. Powxaa. matter now." "The senor sleeps as if the sun had touched him," interposed Tomas with a glance of murder, for he hated the housekeeper, who annoyed his reveries Dy taiKing too mucn ana Knew so wen how to take precise aim when she threw broken crockery at him. "1 would not rouse him for the chicken even"— Anne gazed shrinkingly at his serious, composed face and held out her hands. He took them and looked tenderly at her. "We'll forget this, Anne," he said. Her eyes looked franKly ana sorrowfully into his. A cart drawn by goats and filled with firewood passed them. Black vultures as motionless as if fashioned in basalt looked down trom the stump of a dead tree as they neared the fazenda. May was almost spent. At the oorners of the streets barrel organs churned antiquated love songs; sparrows built their nests in the weakly budding trees; Need this prevent him from asking her fcn he bin wife, from makimr her happy should she give herself to him? What be had to offer was better far than what he lacked—the fever of passion which could thrive in the most meager natures, the most evanesoent, the basest ingredient of all in love. Anne oould be dear and necessary to him without this madness which could never come again to him. Without being in love with her, he loved her tenderly. Was there as much importance in the Bubtle difference as romantio minds sup posed? "I know— I know all now! My dear, dear, dear!" or a neaaacne. mere s • com ran in cms ana in feeling that no matter what I've done I do belong to mamma and she'd never give me the cold shoulder. suffered pangs too Intolerable to think of without agony. 1 can lose you to another man and bear iuj disappointment as well as 1 can. But to David Temple—1 can't bear to think of It It would seem too wretchedly consistent with all that '§ «one before. But you're not going to marry him, so I'll stop tormenting myself this way. Close by the details of the place were even more unlovely than the misty whole seen from the hilltop. Cattle grazed loose under the charge of an aged negro squatting in the sun and slumbering with his almost fleshless face against his knee. The gates through which the two men passed were, like everything else about the place, constructed to do what was required of them with the least possible exertion, and having been swung back as if under protest when the horses were pushed against them they returned only half way with a screech eloquent of rusty hinges and stuck fast in a tuft of weeds. A large family of cats too attenuated to frolio strolled languidly around the paved square or sat winking their half blind eyes in the glare. From some of the white laborers' cottages came the smell of pork and frying bread. Over it all the sun flamed hard. But then, as I said, I hear (he's not as she was, and perhaps no one else would care to see me at home. Do you think David would take roe back? I don't expect his forgiveness, nor that he could the least bit regard me as he used to do. But he may forgive me enough to let me go back to my home, which is his now. I want to go home and rest, and this is all I care about. Will you ask him, Anne, and write to me ? I'm ao tired of myself. You never can know just how utterly sick and weary I am. My face in the glass frightens me, it is so lean and bloodless. I long so to reet, to fall asleep in a safe place and not think or care what the end may be. You won't believe it maybe, but I'm not a bit pretty any more. I ve gone off horribly. At first I minded, but I don't now. Nothing seems to matter. I've had my cake and eaten it. It disappointed me, and there's no one to blame but myself. Cable me here at Langham'a, and if I may return I'll go home at once. I with now I'd never gone on the stage. But what's the use of crying when the harm's done? Do try and thiak kindly of me and welcome me back. Ouu. "I go away tomorrow." Her fingers held his closely. "Say goodby, and say it as if you forgave me." "Because, beast, you wanted to eat it yourself! This is more important than food. Let me in!" City of Mexico. "For what? My dear Anne, you need no forgiveness from me." Rlo't "Joologfoal fludm." How long will it be before I see you T Oh, 1 do want to youl I hare succeeded moderately, have paid David his loan and made some money liegiries. One year more of this and I'll be able to go home. Home! One year) And then? Well, you know all 1 dream of. You are everything to me. Ton seem near to me some days. I wonder If your thoughts stray to me now and then and I feel them. Oh, do think of me and as tenderly as you can! Do you understand how 1 love you 7 Do you know what you are to me? 1 cannot write mora. Armitage pulled her back and motioned Tomas aside. Rio de Janeiro has some active agents of publicity who themselves possess the gift of tongues. Certain of these gentlemen who feel an Interest In the gardens of Rio have lately decided to advertise this attraction among the strangers and pilgrims coming into the harbor. They have therefore issued a circular "M visitors lying at anchor," Which is expressed in Portuguese, English, French and German, and which deserves to be quoted In part as a specimen of English aa she is spoken by the unattached professor. The circular runs thus: "I've given you some pain, David. I've disappointed you. I'm sorry." "Go away, both of you!" he said in a whisper of command. "You couldn't help it," he said. "You don't love me. How are you to blame for that?" He turned to one of the strangers. She was young, dark eyed, a little too white and slender for his idea of beauty and with marks of travel weariness on her face. His head was cool, his heart oraving sympathy. He desired urgently not bo much Anne's kisa as her companionship, not to give himself into her power and lose himself in her, but to know the happiness of her dependence on him. Her mind grasped at the words eager ly. It was true. She could not help it. She was not to blame. "Good night, Anna I hope your hoi* iday will do you good, and I know it will," David said, quite in his usual coiie. iwu't ran to let me mow wnen Donald. "Let your maid wait here. You will find Sefain in this house. They say he is sleeping." The letter slipped from Anne's fingers and lay a small, white patch against the whiter hem cf her gown. She thrust her hands out invitingly. Her eyes had the look of a child's in the dark waiting for the coming of the light. The breath came and went unevenly through her parted lips. A happy smile broke over her face. Good night. When bis cigar was finished, he went back to the table and looked down at the letter he had oommenced to her. Anne's lids sank for a moment over her eyes as if a throe of insupportable v„, DiC. Ciimi " Joologioal Gardens.—In these gardens the visitor will find soum of rarest et best specimens of wild beasts of Brazil; also a collection of Suaks (snakes), repliles. Seo. Whlck will prover a source of wlterest et Entertainment to many who ham a four bours to span whib in Rio Janeiro. Traways belanglng to Compy Evry 10 Minutes."you return." Sho let him go with another handshake, and went back to the fire. For a long time she crouched over the coals, her face sheltered by her hands. Nora's entreaties about preparations for bed were unheeded. Anne read the letter twioe, and the picture her fancy conjured of Olga made a pain rise in her throat Of course she would apeak to David as soon as be oame in, and of oourse Olga would return. "The pity in David'a heart would let him receive back thii wasted, disappointed woman and she would scarcely remind him of the splendid beauty who had failed him when he needed her moat. Boon Olga would be home, oreepiug like the ghost of herself through the familiar rooms. Her soft step would be beard on the stairs. She might be changed in soul and heart, and in her weakness and defeat be to David what be had longed to make her. "My dear Anne." The stereotyped words were so wholly inadequate they irritated him. He crushed the puper in his palm and flung it into the fire. He would go to her. As he took hiB overcoat and hat from the stand in the hall, he muttered impatiently: She herltnted with It In her hand. wagons heaped with glowing plants halted at area gates; the crannies between the paving stones held spears of grass as strengthless as the down on a boy's lip. Donald and Armitage alighted at the factory, and from this came the low crooning, the murmur of mixed song, heard wherever the negro works. "1 want to be alone," sho said, pushing the girl away. "Come back by and by-" She picked the letter up and pressed it to her lips several times before she spoke to it, as if to one who listened: It may farther interest the common people of the United States, who have been urged to believe that a free silver system carried with it some features of peculiar home favoring policy, to learn that the great profit earning franchises or concessions of Mexico are almost entirely owned and controlled by foreign capitalists. They buy the legal labor paying currency of the country at its depreciated market value, and through investments made and wages paid in this cheap currentD loreigu capital is given an unusual advantage of which it has not failed to fully possess itself. The street railway system of the City of Mexico is owned in London, and its business offices are conducted in England's metropolis. The electric light sys teni of the city is the proporty of German capitalists. The Mexico and Vera Cruz railway is owned in London, the Monterey and Mexican Gulf railway ia the property of Belgian stockholders, the Mexican Central, the most important railway of the republic, is principally owned in Boston; the Mexico, Cuernavaca and Pacific railway is owned in Denver, and of the other railroads of the republic, not all of which in Mexico equal the mileage of the single state of Kansas, the controlling stock is held in England, Germany or the United States. What an opportunity to make use of that Bonorous sentence, "Free and unlimited coinage of silver at the ratio of 16 to 1 without the aid or consent of any other nation on earth I" whore the free and unlimited coinage of silver permits the reaping of profits by the capitalists of every other nation with the return of less than half for the possession of Mexico's natural resources and the service of Mexican labor, which the currency standard of the WadMig of tbe world woqld It is obsoure, but one seems to feel what the Joological gardens are driving at. The Teuton finds himself in a worse oaae. He is invited to the "Garten au Bar" and will hardly be flattered to And that his beloved biergarten has been converted into bear garden by the lively Portuguese.— Pall Mall Gazette. "I know—I know all now! My dear, dear, dearl" "I'm dead for a siesta. My clothes seem weighted with stones," said Armitage, yawning. "I was up before the sun this morning—long before it. So were you," he broke off suddenly, "and, by George, you look dead boat. You'd better go a little easier. Do as I do, Sefain. After your coffee lie down." On a warm night Anne took a hansom to one of the big studio buildings on upper Fifth avenue to attend a dinner given by a oelebrated artist just over from Paris on a visit to his native land. "What shall I say to ber? How can I put it to her?" She eat in the empty room, watching the fire sink lower. She was groping in the dark tor an understanding of her own heart and the reasous which had made her refuse to be David Temple's wife. She had loved him the night he had sat in this same room and told her of Olga. She had continued to love him miserably, with passion, and had struggled to forget him through conflicts of regret. In the days when peace had come to her he had still seemed the roost important and dearest in the world. She had mauv times thought of him so during the year'spent in the same house with him. In a few momenta he was on the street, making his way against the wind to her rooms on Washington place, where some of the most contented hours of his life had been snent. CHAPTER XXm A man on horseback appeared at the bead of the road leading from one of the cup shaped bills to the fazenda Ricardo in S. Paula de Muriahe, in the province of Rio Janeiro. He wore a short, white coat and nankeen trousers. A blue scarf, loosely knotted, showed a few inches of darkly tanned throat A wide leafed straw hat, evidently of Brazilian manufacture, was pulled over his eyea Even In shadow the eyes were unmistakably Donald Sefain'B. Where She Got Then. A brilliant 14 rot down at tbe round table, and she fonnd herself between tbe athletio young novelist who took ber in and an Australian capitalist. As dessert came on there was a lull in tbe entertaining nonsense and piquant discussions between herself and ber dinner oompanion and she listened to the scraps of conversation around ber. Tbe name "Temple," spoken in soft,amused, scornful accents by tbe Australian, reached her. His big, bald bead was turned from ber, but owing to bis slow, distinct utterance she could bear almost every word. He was speaking of Olga. Tbe flames in tbe street lamps danced under his feet in the drenched pavements, the crossed streets lay in stormy "But," said the inquisitive bachelor after the baby had been carefully placed in his arms, "where does she get her blue eyes? Yours are dark and so are her papa's." "I'm going to," said Donald listlessly."Yes, but sleep. Don't lie and think. Why don't you go now and let Tomas fetch your coffee at once? It's almost 8." As Anne stood witb the letter in her band she heard the street door close softly. Without giving herself time to think wbat she should say she went down to tbe study. Tbe full gaslight poured on David as he stood by tbe table, bis chin lowered. His faoe was more than fatigued. It was pinched, and ■he could see a moisture on bis forebead. He looked up, but did not greet ber or move. "Oh," the fond young mother explained, "she inherit* them from my side of the family. My brother Will'* wife has Just such eyas exactly.• « e i — "After I see Seraphine aud find out what that rascal of an agent at the railway had to say in answer to my complaint Must we keep trusting his honesty in weighing the sacks? I'd as soon trust the devil." looked down at LhjiutlU feeling conrsed through her, which might have been apprehension, pity or love, and she entered the dim room. She stood with loosely clasped hands and looked down at Donald. Often during the travail of the long journey so impulsively undertaken she had wondered what emotions would come to her in this moment when sho faced the straggler who needed and loved her, the man sho loved. Why, then, when he had spoken the words she had believed would hold the richest harmony in her life, had they meant none of these dear things? Why had they not been acceptable? He pulled in his horse and remained lost in a study of the scene, while the sunlight of a Brazilian January bathed him in an intense flood. Cleveland Leader. Bpr * of tho Glob* for *S f rheumatism! ■ NliUaATiGIA and ilmflar Oomplmixtif J and prepared under tiro itrtngent A MEDICAL IkVl.M pregcri bed by eminent ph y»aiaai^®M Km dr. mcHTEirs Ja ANCHOR ■PAIN EXPELLER! I World renowned! Remarkably anceeasfnl! 1 ■Only gennfne with Trade Mark " Anchor,"■ ■t. Id. Blchtet 'Co., C16Pear)8t.v New Tort. ■ I 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. ■ 13 Pranoh Honsaa. Own Qlutwarka. M B a:, ud io eta. ■•fern* »d i.immM kr M K rttin a rtn. n i mm *»——■ B. G. «U( K. M lartk Blwt, i. H. HOI CK, 4 R*rtk lata H. PITTSTO», M. "Ah, what can wo do? That's the leakage through which our profits drip. But because time and exertion are as valuable as money in this enervating plague spot we must trust as we go and be cheated from the moment we leave the sacks at the station to the moment they are shipped in Ria Don't let nie think of it. The helplessness of it drives me frantic. It's too hot to object even to being fleeced," and Armitage swung across to Morgan's house, where he knew pork and plantains were waiting for him. "They fade quickly, those very pale blonds, don't yon tbink? Excitement and what not have spoiled a very pretty woman in Mrs. Temple. A shocking failure she is too. In Melbourne, where ■be tried to force Parthenia down our throats, I assure you she was laughed at A playful little kitten style of woman in a comedy is as much as she should bave attempted. These people never can measure tbeir ability. After years and years of work and work she might bave attempted parts, but, Lord, not now!" "David," she said uncertainly, "don't be angry, but I must speak to you of Olga." She had outlived her love for David Temple without having become aware of the change in herevlf. She had not even pitied him acutely, as women do pity what they must hurt. On every hand as far as the eye could see the land was prostrate under the stare of a pitiless sky. There was no shadow near him save that of his horse and his own broad hatted figure. Half way down the hill one bushy headed palm and the prongs of some cacti lay patterned sharply on the bare and dazzling earth. Below, in the middle distance, he saw the fazenda, the ugly factory, the unsheltered square and cluster of outbuildings. Behind him lay the waving line of hills on which the ooffee shrubs flourished and from whioh the soft, monotonous chant and quavering of the negroes came to him. He drew in bia breath and closed bis eyes. "Ab, you know then, you know," he murmured. Donald's lids showing blue against tlio broken and sunken fat e, the clamminess upon the strip of pale forehead, the parched lips parted, the unguarded heart crying out its distress in the fixed expression of sorrow and appeal, were like so many chords around her heart drawing her toward him. She had done right to come to him. Was he hurt very much? He had been very sure of her. With flue, convincing intuition she had felt the confidence underlying his caressing worde, had divined it in his calm eyes. He missed her, that was true enough; needed her for the simplest and most sensible rearons. He was fond of her. She had his admiration, confidence, respect. From habit she had become necessary to him. His silent house required a mistress, his life a companion. But the love whioh conies to curse or bless a life and which is all of life was not there. Even the exaltation of tjie senses, misquoted love, wmoii ue nart u It tor Miga, was absent. There was no illusion, no pain* no ro~ i» David* km. it 'ff've a letter from ber." And she held it out to bim. "She's very ill and wants to come home. She wants me to ask"— "Almost belter, aren't you?" he tald. shadow, icicles on trees aud palings clinked in the rush of the freezing rain; once the numbed face of a beggar looked at him; onoe a stray dog pressed lonepomely against him as he strode on. Tbe world seemed full of mist aud pain, but there was light in his soul and when he saw the firelight on Anne's windows he felt almost ashamed of the sense of well being which came to bim while others in the world suffered. seized tbe band that held tbe let ter and looked suffering, forbidding. "You'll let her come home here, won't yoa? I was sure you would, Sbe seems to want nothing else, she doesn't expect or ask for forgiveness"— Half an hour later Donald, with hands in trousers pockets and hat tilted lazily over eyes that seemed asleep, went down the stone squaro to the end farthest from the factory and paused before a small house exactly like the others save that it stood apart, a palm within a few feet throwing a top heavy shadow across its white facade. A wild joy filled her as she crossed the room to his sida But though she leaned above him he still slept, not knowing heaven was near. She sank on her knees and laid her cheek upon his drooping hand as she called him clearly twice. Donald started forward, dazed. The reality came in Anne's kiss as she clung to him. "Sbe was considered a great beauty here and a very good actreaa," came from tbe listener on the other aide. This scene made his life—the coffee benring hills, the nnsheltered road lying between them. Ugly, arid, lonely, were the words that rose in his mind ns he panned there. The very truth and force of the artist in him made his heart rise in hot rwvulfc. Hatred and longing wm • i "Of course, of pourse. I fancy wben ■be bad everything ber own way and didn't have to fag sbe was healthy and probably a beauty. Bat aba's down oq |h» laak. Shea a—in, toft ar that "Ob, bush 1" he said wildly and witb difficulty, opening bis other hand and ■bowing a crashed cablegram. "I can never tell ber now that I would bave pitied ber, yea, even forgiven ber the wranff aha did aaa, fur aW a dead, Amu*. Anne opened the door of the sitting room herself. Sbe waa atl in white, of bawnr b))ilD| MMtial. and Home—that silent, shaded little house of fomr snail rooms where no fa•ttiatiM m« vdcaiMd hint and no TU KND~ |
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