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ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKYILLE. 8. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11, 1900. NO. 29.
LOVE MD
BY JEANNETTE ]
Copyright, 1S99, by Jeannette H. Walwortb
Synopsis op Previous Installments.
In order that new readers of The Enquirer
may begin with the following installment
of this story, and understand it
just the same as though they had read it
all from the beginning, we here give a
synopsis of that portion of it which has
oli-oodu Loon nnblishorl !
Torn Broxton comes to Broxton Hall
from college, having been summoned to
his father, who is dying. Mr. Matthews,
Tom's guardian, passing "Mother" Spillman's
cottage, drops a bag of papers. The
next morning Matthews comes to look for
one of the papers which have been lost.
He does not find it, but Jimmy Martin, a
gardener, soon afier brings it to "Mother"
Spillinan, She pledges Martin to secrecy .
and hides the paper in the back of an old
chair. Tom Broxton visits the room in
which his father lies, finds some flowers
on an easel and among them an unfinished
letter from bis father to himself.
Through ground glass doors he sees a figure
tampering with the papers contained
in his father's desk. Before he can enter
the room the figure disappears. Approaching
his father's body lying in his coffin, i
Tom looks for a seal ring worn on the finger,
but it is not there. Olivia Matthews t
arranges with heV father for a garden par- f
ty at Broxton Hall on her eighteenth
birthday. Her father, riding past the
Hall, stops there and sees the mysterious c
figure standing over Colonel Broxton's 1
desk. After the lawn party Tom Brox- v
ton and his guardian sit at the Hall talking
about it, ana Mr. Matthews proposes that s
Tom, after being graduated at college, 1
shalljjo abroad to study and declares that c
the Hall must be sold, to both of which
nmnnoitintw Tnm rifimnrs. Mother Snill
man cautions Tom against bis guardian, 1
but fails to convince bim. Olivia rides 1
out with Clarence Westover on horseback.
Tom goes to the Hall, where he finds
Olivia, who has been thrown from her '
horse, and carries her into the house. She \
is not severely injured. The party remain s
at the Hall. At midnight a scream is
heard. It has come from Olivia, who has
seen the mysterious figure standing over t
Colonel Broxton's desk. Two years (
elapse. Broxton Hall is sold to the West- j
overs. Tom Broxton is studying abroad.
He writes to Olivia declaring his love for
her. His guardian writes him that his
estate has beeu lost, and Olivia writes bim t
that she is engaged to Clarence Westover. n
Mr. Matthews' study is burned under b
suspicious circumstances, and all his pa- b
pers destroyed, including those pertain
ing to the Broxton estate. Tom Broxton
returns from abroad and settles in the 11
the west to practice his profession. Mr. a
Matthews is taken ill. Oliva" visits the c
room where her father lies. Half con- h
scious, she sees "Mother" Spillman, t(
whom she recognizes as the figure she had l|
seen standing over Colonel Broxton's 1
desk, bending over her father and accus- 0
ing him of having stolen the Broxton es- h
tate. Olivia visits the Spillman cottage, >'
where she finds that "Mother" Spillman 11
i f * J.-J A!!..!
DOS jusi (lieu, uuvia rwugui4C3 mo i>uau
in which she had once seen "Mother" I
Spillman searching and asks permission
to come again and search for the papers
her father lost the night of Colonel Broxton's
death. After she has gone Malvina
pulls out an unused drawer, and the
missing package falls out. It contains a
deed to the Broxton property, showing
that the property was entailed and could
not be sold. Clarence Westover comes in
and takes the deed away to copy. Mr.
Matthews demands that Olivia marry Tom
Broxton to cover up the fraud. Westover
seeks Broxton ana delivers the deed to
the Hall. Tom declines to avail himself
of it. Olivia tells Westover that she cannot
marry him.
CHAPTER XVIII.
TIIE NEGATIVE OF YEARS AGO.
"Olivia."
"Well?"
"What on earth have you done with
it?"
Miss Malvina was crocheting one of
those mysterious receptacles which every
woman makes and no woman uses
when she asked that direct question
with a face full of amazement. Olivia
was writing something in her diary
which wild horses could not have made
her reveal when It was asked. She
glanced across the table to find the
wide eyes of the erocheter tixea upon
her denuded third finger.
"I have given it back to Mr. Westover,"
she said and bent her head
quickly to hide the importunate tears.
"You don't mean me to understand"?
"That our engagement is broken off?
Yes, I do. Please drop the subject."
Miss Malviua flushed an unbecoming
red and looked very unhappy. "1 can't
but think. Olivia"? she began in an in?
jured voice.
"I know?I know exactly what you
think. You mean that, seeing you are
trying to be father, mother, friend and
brother to me all in one, you dear, good
Miss Malvlnn. you are entitled to moro
respectful treatment. I think so too.
But it Is hard to talk on some subjects.
I have just made up my mlud that I
don't want to marry anybody. I think
you are the wisest woman I know. 1
am going to do just like you."
"Oh, but. my dear, you Just can't!"
"Cannot?"
"No. You see things are entirely different
with you. Some women are put
into the world Just to fill up chinkssubstitutes.
as It were, for better things
that are unattainable. That's me. The
Lord makes them plain, so that they
shan't be tempted by man's homage to
forget what they nre put here for, and
meek, so that they shall not disdain !
their mission. I'm only a chink filler. 1
my dear. Other women he makes so
pretty that they must be loved, so
tender that they must be hovered un
OCT Mllfliri lll^ n nigs, w on vv> >uu, ..
Is happiness just to do for them. That
is you. You could no more fill my 1
place, OIL'e. than I could fill yours."
Ollie looked at her disconsolately. 1
"No. 1 don't suppose there is any
chink in the world so small that 1
could till it respectably."
'No. but you can have your pick and 1
choice of lover.s."
"1 have made my choice."
Miss Malviua's face was fairly Illuminated.
With that Hashing ring
gone and Westover eliminated, was
the road made clear for her dear Tom?
Almost involuntarily she called the
A WAT.
3. WALWORTH.
He took a chair near the sofa on which
she was sitting.
lame aloud. Olivia recoiled with a
,'rown.
"Don't mention his name. 1 have
;hoseu you. You and I are going to
lve on just tills way until you get to
)e nn old lady hobbling about with a
itick and 1 am wearing nose glasses,
ifou will have to wear a mob cap. be:ause
you won't have any hair at all.
ind I will have Just a few gray wisps
eft I'm never going to marry any)ody."
"You ridiculous child!" said Miss
tlalvioa and fell to crocheting again,
vitb an inscrutable suiile hovering
ibout her thin lips.
The first snow of approaching winer
was powdering the earth when
>11 via dispatched a letter to Thomas
Broxton. She wrote:
Dear Thoma??Miss Malvina and 1 s'art tor
lice In about two weeks' time. We will spend
he winter there. She has a cough that makes
le very uneasy. Dr. Govan recommends Nice,
>ut she will not consent to go without me. She
as been everything to tne since my father died
nd all my other friends forsook me.
She begs me to ask you if you cannot find time
o spend one evening with us before we start. She
ays I am to ask you to come at once. She especially
wants to see you, and a refusal will give
er great pain. We had hoped you would come
o see us some time without waiting for a formal
avltation, but since you have not we are sending
he invitation. We understand that you are one
f the busiest men in the world and that you
ave invented something that is going to make
ou rich and famous. Come and tell us all about
t for auld lang sync's sake. Your friends,
Malvina Spillman and Olivia Matthews.
With the pen suspended over her
>wu signature Olivia fell Into a som>er
reverie. Quite a year now since
ier father with his last breath hud
)idden her marry this man, almost as
ong since, iu the spirit of compromise,
ihe had sent from her the man she
oved and declared her intention to
narry uo one. Surely the hurt she
tad inflicted upon herself might be
aken as expiation for lack of obellence.
If she had denied Thomas
mnnlness. she had also denied it to
lerself.
Would Clarence come back, as he
lad said he would? She doubted it She
narveled languidly at her own utter
ndifference to his coining. Was she
jecoming like Miss Malvina in her
'rank indifference to all men? She
mew that the Westovers had come
>ack to Bro.xton Hall, for Jeanne had
:ome once to see her. only once, to upjrald
her for her maltreatment of
'poor dear Clarrle." But from him nev?r
a word had come back. Of him the
japers kept her well informed.
Now he was in St. Petersburg, again
n Florence. Then a woman's name
:rept in. and the Mandeville Morning
Sews informed its readers that rumors
from a reliable source announced
he pleasant fact that when Mr. Clar?nee
Westover did return to America
Broxton Ilall would become the home
)f a lovely Parisleune. The lady was
he foreign born daughter of a oue time
American embassador to France.
Ollie liad read tills item among the
local brevities and had passed the
morning's paper across to Miss Mai
rlna. Miss Malviua had read It and
looked at the girl so timidly that Ollie
lad laughed aloud. "You are watching
to see me swoon? I am wondering myself
why 1 don't feel any of the proper
. motlous on the occasion. It must be
because I am so much more Interested
u Granny Maxwell's winter flannels."
All of this came back to her when she
wrote that note of Invitation to Tom
Broxton.
"Could anything be bolder?" she ask?d,
blushing a vivid pink as she alflxed
the stamp.
"Could anything be more studiously
polite?" Tom asked himself as he
crammed the letter in his pocket to be
reread after business hours.
A letter from Olivia was not in itself
i disturbing occurrence. They had never
ceased writing to each other In n
desultory way. The total lack of mention
of Westover's name, especially as
he always made free use of it himself,
struck him as a piece of uncalled for
consideration for himself. Somewhat
in the old time fashion she wrote to
him about his work. He dwelt upon It
rather lengthily In reply, as much to
cover space as anything else. The line
was comfortably taut between friendship
and the old disturbing sentiment.
Miss Malvlua considered It a bad
sign that OHie always passed Tom's
letters over to her to read. Together
they rejoiced over his rapid ascent of
tils chosen ladder, but she mourued
over the absence of sentiment.
"Oh, 1 always knew." Miss Malvlna
would say after every letter, "that
you could not down Tom Broxton! He
is his father all over again, and when
that is said all is said that need be
to describe a grand man. 1 wish he
would marry some, good. swget_girl
that would make a real home for him.
"So do I." Olivia would reply
promptly.
But as the mouths rolled by Ollle's
"So do I" grew less and less emphatic,
and when the prospect of a long absence
from home stared her In the
face she was distinctly conscious of a
longing desire for the dear old companion
of her childish days. Folding
up his latest letter, this longing bad
found wistful utterance.
"I wish we could see the dear boy
before we cross the ocean."
And Miss Malvlna. always lying In
wait for her opportunity, had echoed
the wish with such fervor that the letter
Tom called "formal" and Ollle
"bold" was the logical outcome.
A week after It had been dispatched
Miss MalvlDa. passing through the
library with her arms piled high with
slip covers to shroud the parlor furniture,
baited to rouse the girl from one
of her somber reveries.
"Has Tom ?ent any answer to our Invitation
yet, dear?"
"Oh, yes! I meant to have shown
you his note. It has just come?very
short. 1 am glad be did uot make his
stenographer typewrite It."
Said Miss Malvina with ready championship,
"No doubt Thomas Is a very
busy man, but 1 am sure he could
never do a discourteous thing."
Olivia read the short note aloud with
her pretty head held at an angle of resentment:
My Dear Little Friend?I am truly glad that
you and Miss Malvina are going to leave Mandcville
for a change, but am sorry to think you go
on account of her health.
If you will let me come to you on the Sunday
before your departure, It will give me the greatest
pleasure to dine with my old friends on that
day. I promise to be punctual. Taking your
consent for granted, I am faithfully yours.
Thomas Broito.n.
There were two red spots burning Id
Olivia's cheeks as she flung this note
down upon her desk. "Could anything
be more Insufferable? He graciously
accords us an hour or two of his valuable
time."
Miss Malvina looked Imploriugly at
the flushed young face over the pile of
covers she was resting on the desk.
"Disappointing, Ollie, decidedly, but
not insufferable."
"1 say Insufferable and abominably
patronizing. Ills dear little friend, and
he is glad 1 am going away! Not that
I wanted or expected him to be sorry."
"I think he meant be was glad on our
account, dear. Perhaps he thinks?I
mean he did not tninK ue nau any
right to?you know he don't? Perhaps
he thinks you are?you are"?
"That I am what. Miss Malvlna?
Please do finish at least one of your
sentences. 1 don't know anything more
trying than such verbal convulsions."
"I meunt that perhaps he thinks you
are moping ubout Clarence Westover,
or perhaps he don't know about the
breaking off. But. yes. he does."
" 'Yes, he does?' What does he know
about Mr. Westover and myself?"
Miss Malvlna blushed guiltily. "I am
afraid I did?1 did?I wrote to him
about the engagement being broken."
Olivia looked at her Icily, but the hot
blood of humiliation dyed her cheeks
and forehead. "Oh. you did! And perhaps
you also asked him to come and
assume the task of consolation?"
"Olivia, you know 1 did not."
"You have covered me with confusion.
I am sorry that invitation ever
went to him. He has only accepted It
because he could not refuse. Oh, it Is
all horrid, just loo horrid for anything!
He has a right to think me a bold, in
delicate wretch, i don't doubt for a
moment that he does."
At which Miss Malvina flamed up.
"You never were just to Thomas Broxton.
and 1 suppose you never will be.
You are always Judging him by commonplace
standards, and they don't fit
him at all. He is a man incapable of
harboring a mean thought -or committing
a mean action. If you had ever
been worthy of hitu. Olivia, you never
would have played at being in love
with a man not worthy of breathing
the same air with 1dm."
With which burst of eloquence Miss
Malvina gathered up her chair covers
and went about her business. She observed
with secret satisfaction, however.
that as the time approached for
Thomas' arrival Ollie's spirits rose
most unaccountably. Her black dresses
made her look pallid always now.
but on that Sunday morning the softest
of pink flushes dyed her delicate
skin, and?oh. the guile of woman!?
Tom's favorite shade of chrysanthemums,
a rich mahogany color, was
piled high in a great glass bowl upon
the hall table.
Tom timed his arrival carefully. Just
in time for dinner, but when dinner
was over Miss Malvlna herself suddenly
developed an amount of guile no one
would ever have credited her with.
"I've got so much to do. Torn, that I
can't afford to remember the Sabbath
day to keep It holy. I am going to
count nil the silver this afternoon and
interview Reuben about a caretaker he
wants us to leave in the house. I will
have to leave you on Ollie's hands for
a little while, but don't you dare to run
away until 1 have had my private interview.
There are some things 1 want
you to do for me about the Lodge."
She nodded her little corkscrew curls
gayly and trotted away, leaving Olivia
almost gasping for breath.
It was left to Tom to relieve the
strained sltuutlou. He had been Inspecting
a newly executed portrait of
his guardian while Miss Malvina bad
rattled off her apologies. Olivia had
asked his opinion of the painting, and
he bad given It He came over now
and took a chair uear the sofa on
which she was sitting. It was as If he
had put up a bar between them. Simple
as the act was, it made it very bard
for her to hold fast by a resolve she
had come to. She wished he had seated
himself on the sofa by her side. He
would have done so once. She lifted
shy eyes lo his as he said easily:
"And so my little sister is going out
to see the great world? Tell me something
of your route."
She was so intent upon her own line
of thought that she did not answer.
IIow cniin and self possessed lie look
ed! What a strong, forceful face his 11
had become! Scarcely a vestige was si
left of the shy, bashful boy she used to fi
patronize and torment, sure of his al- h
ways loving her. Tom had grown S
away from her. q
"Or perhaps," said Tom, filling In si
what threatened to become an awk- ei
ward pause, "you have not marked f<
out any arbitrary route. So much the a
better. Are you going career co in ice t
"Yes, I suppose so. I don't know. A
It will be the Innocents abroad when a
Miss Malvlna and I slip our moorings."
* t<
She laughed hysterically. How could
she ever say "ItV" How could she go ll
away without saying "It?" She felt ^
like a leaf In a winter storm. How h
cool and steady his voice was! a
"You will meet with agreeable sur- ^
prises In that respect Everything Is ?
so simplified and systematized nowadays
that women can travel over the "
world with Impunity. I am sure you I
will enjoy It" t<
"And 1 am sure 1 shall not. I never d
expect to enjoy anything again. Tom. 81
as long as I live, never?anything at 1(
all." t>
Her eyes were wet wltb unshed e<
tears; her cheeks were hot with un- e
bidden blushes; her clasped hands p
trembled visibly; her excitement was c:
getting beyond her control. Broxton ci
looked at her In grave surprise. Then V
a smile of pity came Into his fine face.
"You are young yet Ollie, so young, o
and to the young sorrow has such a
dreadful finality In seeming. But It v
is only In seeming, little friend. We a
can outlive and live down about all p
the troubles a malicious fate can con- A
celve of for our torment If we will ti
only believe In ourselves, be true to o
the best In us." a
She looked at him with the ghost of
a smile on her lips. "That sounds
dreadfully experienced. Tom."
"And am 1 not experienced? Not."
he added, with quick thought for her.
"that 1 am quarreling with destiny.
My philosophy Is that all that is Is
right"
"That Is fatalism, and 1 do not think
fatalism Is healthy, especially for so
young a man. You see, I have not forgotten
how to And fault with you.
Tom."
"No. Come, now, this grows promising.
I lived In Germany just long
enough to acquire a taste for metaphysics
and to miscall myself a philosopher.
We don't Indulge along that j
line at the works. Let me hear you
define fatalism."
His cool acceptance of the existing
status of things exasperated her most
nnreasonably.
"You are turning my meaning Into a
Jest, Thomas. I suppose I am not ?
worth a serious thought nowadays, so
you are obliged to think of me as a d
good joke. No; I don't mean that at n
all, for that Implies that you do some- b
times think about me." I
"I am glad you do not mean It We b
have been good friends too long to li
quarrel with each other Just as you are tl
about to put the ocean between us, and e
we would have no chance to make up
Inside of a whole year." n
Nothing could be more matter of s<
nr>tViin<T ipqq loverlike than his li
entire bearing from the moment of bis b
arrival. If only she could tblnk be n
was acting a part If only she could d
think he felt as he had once felt to- 1
ward her, wanted what he once want- a
ed?her?It would make It easier for a
her. Before he had come she, standing
before her father's portrait had regis- S
tered a silent promise. v
"I will try to do your bidding to the bi
utmost father. Heretofore I have only v
refrained from doing that which s<
would have come between me and It. fl
I am going to marry Thomas Broxton. o
Then your sad, pleading voice will die f;
out of my memory perhaps."
But Tom was making it so dread- p
fully difficult She took the plunge s
presently. Her voice trembled at the n
start. J
"Thomas, I am going to ask you a n
question before we part Will you an- g
swer It very honestly?"
"That depends." He smiled down
calmly Into her troubled face.
Her eyes fell before the cool steadiness
of his. She clasped her hands c
tightly upon her lap.
"I want to ask you how long you j
were standing In the doorway of fa- .j
ther's room that?night?before you b
closed the door so softly that I thought
It was the night wind?"
A troubled look came Into his eyes. ^
He had not expected this direct catechising.
He answered lnconsequently: ^
"Reuben Is a bungling old Idiot. He ^
told me his orders were to send me direct
to my guardian. When I got there. ?
I found you were with him, and It was ^
no time for me to Intrude." ^
"Nora saw you close the door. She
told me long afterward. 1 want to ^
know, Thomas, how long you had
been there."
He moved restlessly in his chair.
For her sake he wished he might evade
the truth. "Not very long?in fact, only *
a second or two."
"Were?you?there?long enough to
hear my father's last words?" s
He remained stubbornly silent. She j
raised her eyes In desperation. He was
looking at her pityingly. It was In- *
tolerable. She lifted her head defiantly*
'
"You will please answer me, Thorn- *
as. It Is necessary that you should. '
Did you hear my father's last words?"
"I heard him lay a command upon 0
you," came with slow reluctance in an- t
swer.
" 1 ?J ?wno/ItT AKatt IKa_i
"ADU I?UUl? tu uucj vu? ^
command." _
The words escaped her in a husky t
whisper. Her head drooped as If
weighted earthward by the dreadful
humiliation of the moment. Would he
never say anything to ease the smart
of those words? F
The darkening air was heavy with
the fragrance of the dowers she had
plucked for him. A boy's shrill whistle v
came through the window to her ears v
discordantly. She could hear old Reu- B
ben call the dogs to their dinner. Ev- ^
cry sense was on. the ulect. It was as |a
' her nerves had neen laid bare by a
nrgeon's knife. She bad tried to ful11
the command of tlie dying. She
ad offered herself to Thomas Broxton.
he was vindicating her tardiness and
ucstlonlng the cruelty that kept him
(lent in the same breath. Tom's voice,
tirely unshaken by Its burden of
jeling, brought her back to the molent
she had to deal with.
"Poor little girl! My poor little Ollle!
.nd you thought so meanly of me as
11 that?"
"Meanly of you, Tom?" she managed
) ask.
He went on rapidly, as if raistrustlg
his own strength of purpose. "I
'as very unhappy when 1 heard you
ad broken with Westover. I was
frald you had done it through a inisiken
sense of duty to your father,
iut I could not help you nor ray
fiend. The dying often hamper the
ving in some such cruel fashion, but
do not hold that one is called upon
> sacrifice happiness to any such
eathbed mandates. Westover Is a
plendid fellow, and 1 know that he
>ves you dearly. If It were not for
ae pain that I know you have endurd
in the effort to obey your father's
ommand. 1 would be glad of this oportunity
to free you from your fanled
obligation. Now, with a clear
ansclence, Ollie. dear, you can recall
Pestover."
"I shall never marry Clarence Westver,
Tom, never!"
He seemed not to hear her. "Once,
rhen I thought I could support you
s my wife should and must be suported.
I asked you to be my wife.
.11 through my early boyhood 1 enterlined
a sweet vision of a future
lessed by your love. I loved you
nd asked you to marry me. You
ler hot cheeks were buricdin the cushions
of the so fa.
Id not love me, and you refused to
larry me In terms wblcl> I In my
oylsh sensitiveness called merciless,
could not now accept, either from a
elated mercifulness or an overweenig
sense of filial duty, a reversal of
tie decision which years ago 1 acceptd
as final.
"In that letter"?a bitter curve
larred the corners of his mouth for a
econd?"you said your 'No' was final,
t must stand at that. If 1 have been
rutally plain, It Is because there must
ot be the possibility of any mlsunerstandlng
between us in the future,
'he negative of years ago cannot by
ny sophistry be turned Into an afflrmtlve
of today."
He stood up and held out his hand,
he made no response. Her hot cheeks
rere buried in the cushions of the
ofa. Only the coil of her golden hair
ras turned toward him. He left her
o. He thought of her tenderly as the
ying landscape shot past the window
f the car that was bearing him away
rom her.
Now that she bad done all in her
ower to obey her father's command
he would feel at liberty to recall the
lan she loved. Ah, well! That was
ust as It should be, but she would
ever know what It had cost him to
- 1 -- ? ? f 1mA
ive ner ujj a. hcwuu uwc.
TO BE CONTINUED.
MORTGAGED BRIDE.
When a Chi unman falls in love, he
au he just as sharp and full of guile
s the "Mclleaii muu." Chow Sam
.ung, therefore, when he looked upon
Ittle Ah Moy and saw that she was
eautiful and young, at once fell down
ud worshiped, liguratively speaking,
ud hegan to investigate as to his
hanees of making her his wife.
Now, Chow Sam Lung was young
ilmself and a very successful gambler
y profession, being the keeper of a
ambling house in San Francisco. But
he cruel parents of Ah Moy had promsed
her to old man Low How for his
ourth wife and would not retract their
irouiise. Did Chow Sam Lung sit down
nd bewail his lotV Not at all. Heat
uce made her father's acquaintance,
nd, beguiling him Into his gambling
ilace. proceeded to let him play and
vin. Then lie played and lost. And
Jhow Saiu Lung said: "No matter, you
re my friend. 1 will trust you."
After awhile the old man owed Chow
lam Lung $1,400. Now. old man Low
low was to give Ah Mojtis father
1,000 on her wedding day, but when
sew Year's came, and every Chinanan
must pay Ills debts before he can
taste his prayer in the josshouse, Ah
loy's dad was short and failed to
aise the $1,400. So Chow Sam Lung,
vbo had previously taken a mortgage
n the girl, promptly foreclosed It and
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OOK UOr IU Uia UUUli: Iii
it old rnau Low How. And that's
vhat happened in San Francisco Cbllatown.
And Ah Moy was very
nuchee happy.?San Francisco Call.
In Them All.
"Nobody ever accused me of being a
lolltlcian out of a Job," said Senator
iorghum blandly.
"No." answered the guileless person
vho takes everything literally. "It
vas only the other day that I heard
ome one saying you came pretty near
ielng mixed up In every job that came
long."?Washington Star.
pisccllnncous Heading.
SECRET OF DEWEY'S CANDIDACY.
Conspirators Against Bryan May Defeat
McKlnley.
Washington Correspondence Atlanta Journal.
Hera is tbe secret of the Dewey announcement
for president in a nutshell
: The scheme was engineered by
Colonel Hugh C. Wallace, of the state
of Washington, ex-Secretary William
C. Whitney and Hon. Daniel Lamont.
It took first shape at the Whitney
dinner in New York some weeks ago.
Its purpose was to disorganize the
Bryan Democracy.
At the time Dewey had not been
cousulled aud Wallace was delegated
to approach the admiral. Just before
Dewey went south Wallace called on
the admiral and stated the proposition
and assured him that it would be possible
to capture the Kansas City convention
by keeping the scheme quiet
until the proper time to spring it.
Dewey discouraged the idea; but
frankly admitted that he would aid
any movement to defeat McKinley.
When the admiral and Mrs. Dewey
returned from the south, Wallace approached
him again and this time he
took the matter under advisement.
Thursday afternoon last, Lamont call
ed at the Dewey home and was in
conference with the admiral for
an hour. Mrs. Dewey was in this
conference and advised her husband to
become a candidate. It was agreed at
the time that the announcement
should be made only indirectly until
the effect of the suggestion could be
tested.
After Lamont had returned to bis
hotel the admiral sent for Charles S.
Albert, the chief of The World's Washington
staff, and gave to him the dictated
interview. The idea of the engineers
of the movement was to ascertain
if the Dewey anuouncement
would meet with such popular favor
as to carry the country by storm, aud
at least deadlock the Kansas city convention
with the possibility of either
nominating him or nomiuatiug some
oue other than Bryan.
Dewey, ou the other hand, is bitter
toward McKinley, as is also Mrs.
Dewey, largely for personal reasons,
and be is willing now to head an inHern-iwipnt.
movement if he can draw
enough Republican votes to assure
even Bryan's election. His candidacy
has fallen flat, bis promoters are
unwilling for him to bead any movement
that might assist instead of detract
from Bryan, and there is already
a threatened split between the new
candidate and those responsible for his
candidacy.
AH factions are now waiting for developments
before making another
move. If after the first wave of disapproval
and resentment, the reaction
is in favor of Dewey, he will be urged
by the Lumont faction to continue th?
race, and go to Kansas city a candidate.
If on the other hand it has
been seen that there is absolutely no
possibility to capture the regular Democratic
nomination, the question of his
heading an independent ticket will be
discussed, and decide upon its possible
results.
In the meantime Dewey says he is a
Democrat, and bis platform is that announced
iu The Journal yesterday, except
is stated today that be has modified
to a degree his views on the tarifl
to favor high tariff now for luxuries
only. There is not the slightest probability
that he can capture the Kansas
City convention, and if Dewey
runs as an independent it is frankly
admitted thAt on bis platform be will
poll the anti-administration Republi
cans and elect Bryan. He is willing to
this, and the original purpose of his
promoters may yet have a reverse
result.
WHEELED 18 PLEASED.
His Ambition Has Been to See the North
and South Re-United.
General Wheeler's attention having
beeu called a few days ago to a sug
gestion of himself as a vice presidential
candidate, he made the following
statement:
"I do not think that my name has
ever been mentioned in thut connection
except as very many other geutemeu
have been referred to, simply in
the way of personal compliment. I
have appreciated these flattering allusions
to myself; but never regarded
them as at all serious or other than the
kind expressions of partial friends.
"The greatest ambition of my life
has already been realized. I have
seen those who were once Confederate
soldiers fight under the Stars and
Stripes against foreign foes, as soldiers
of the United States. I have seeu the
masses of the people of all the southern
slates eagerly and earnestly offer
their services to fight in the couutry's
cause, and have seen them thus become
participants in the events which
suddenly made ours the leading among
the great powers of the world, aud
opeued avenues which enables us to
establish the most favorable commermercial
relations with countries containing
nearly one-third the eurth's
population.
"I have seen the cordial relations
which existed during the first 70 years
of government firmly re established
betweeu the people of all sections of
our common eouutry, and iu all this 1
believe I see the dawu of a new pros
peiity, iu which the soulheru states
will he the largest beneficiaries. The
realization of conditions so advatageous
to our whole country fills the measure
of my desires and beyond that I have
no ambition whatever."
Dewey Has Never Voted?Admiral
and Mrs. Dewey returned to
Washington tonight from their briel
: visit to Philadelphia, says a dispatch
of Friday. A uumber of reporters
were at the house awaiting his return,
i In response to a question, the admiral
said that he expected in a few days to
have ready for the press a statement as
to his future plaDs.
"Certainly I am a Democrat," he
replied, in answer to inquiries. "I
have always beeu a Democrat."
"Have you ever voted the Democratic
ticket?"
"No ; no never voted in my life. The
only man I ever wanted to vote for
was Mr. Cleveland."
"It is said that Mr. Cleveland wants
you to run on a straight gold Democratic
platform ?"
"Good night," answered the admiral.
without answering the nuestion.
T * " O ~1 1
and retiring.
RURAL FREE DELIVERY.
Officials (ipponed Because It Detract* From
the Importance of Their Jobs.
There is a funny situation in the
postoflice department which indicates
lax discipline on the part of our handsome
and eloquent postmaster general,
says a Washington dispatch. It has
been discovered that both the second
and the fourth assistant postmasters
general have been fighting the rural
delivery system under the very nose
of their superior in office, whose idol
it happens to be. We have had such
situations in Washington before, but
seldom so conspicuous a violation of
official etiquette and discipline.
Second Assistant Postmaster General
Sballeberger is fighting the new rural
delivery because it is gradually replacing
the star route system under
his jurisdiction. Fourth Assistant
Bristow is fighting it because it reduces
the number of fourth class postoffices,
of which be has charge, and
both of them have been using their
influence to prevent congress from
making appropriations asked by their
superior officer, the postmaster general.
and recommended by the presi
dent.
The second assistant postmaster
general even addressed letters to every
member of congress calling attention
to the extravagance of the free delivery,
and claimed that the service
could be done by his star route carriers
with less expense. These letters were
1 brought to the attention of the postmaster
general, who, in a rather emphatic
reply, knocked out both of bis
subordinates.
The popularity of the free delivery
service is clearly demonstrated by the
action of the bouse committee on post1
offices and postroads in framing the
annual appropriation bill for the postoffice
department. In the estimate
submitted to congress $1,500,000 was
asked for the coming year, and the
committee, which has a reputation for
economy, after careful investigation,
' voluntarily increased the item to $1,750,000,
and that amount will be submitted
to the house.
PROTESTS HIS INNOCENCE.
Taylor Says the Insinuations Against Him
Are Vile.
A Cincinnati dispatch says that Governor
Taylor gave out the following
signed statement last Friday:
"For weeks I have been made the
target of villification by certain un,
principled newspapers in Kentucky.
, The vilest accusations have been made
and the most outrageous falsehoods
have been told. When I was called
to attend the funeral of a beloved brother,
it was seized upon as an attempt
on my part to^ly from justice. Again,
' when called to my home by reason of
the death of a dear sister, the fountains
of abuse were opened and a flood
of falsehood and slander poured upon
me, the charge again being made that
I was attempting to fly from the state.
Ou ray return to Frankfort those papers
hastened to publish the statement
, that I was met at the train and es,
corted to my home by a squad of soldiers
with a Galling gun. There is
nna ninrd nf truth in this Slate
raent; but nevertheless it was published
to harm me. Not content with
this infamous, ghoulish work, which
i with unblushing audacity has followed
me to the graves of my brother and
I sister, even the privacy of my family
has been invaded, and because my wife
drew from the bank some money with
; which to pay the soldiers, an attempt
was made to impress tbe people tbut
i she, too, was preparing to fly. Once,
and for all, I desire to say neither directly
nor indirectly, had I any coni
nection with the assassination of Senator
Goebel. I am a citizen of this
state, amenable to its laws. Whenever
indicted, if such an outrage should be
i committed, I shall appear for trial,
conscious of my innocence, and of tbe
ultimate triumph of right and justice,
i The whole purpose of this persecution
has been, and is, to drive me from my
post of duty, and to punish me for
i holding the office to which I have
i fairly been elected. Such surrender I
have not made, nor will I make it, unless
the highest courts of this land adjudge
that I do so."
New Theory of Electricity.?
Electrification is likely to become an
importaut condition iu tbe classification
of climates, with warmth and
cold, moisture and dryness. This is
the view of Dr. Schliep, of BadenBaden,
who fluds that the atmosphere
is usually positively electrified; but
that there are a few days in every
month wheu negative electrification
can be observed, and rare occasions
when scarcely any electrification can
be detected. The influence of the
variations on comfort and even health
seems to be marked. Negative electrification
is liriug; positive is exciting,
> and stimulates the circulation and the
nervous system. Strong electrification
may produce nervous disorders and
even inflamation of respiratory organs
?this being too much of a good thing.
Negative electrification, on the other
hand, brings depression and its attendant
disorders, aud is likely to be a reason
when milk sours, meat spoils and
bad smells come from the gutters.
The growth of plants and germs is
favored, the soil itself being negatively
electrified at all times.