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CHAPTER L
Old Jason Fanshaw sat at an open
window, his fat legs on the sill. As
he talked, his hearers in the big bare
room drowsed, nodded or Btared at
him with lack-luster eyes. He usually
held forth on Sundays when the law
and the Lord prohibited work and there
was nowhere to go.
On this sultry afternoon his theme
was his own misfortune in being burdened
with a family that contributed
naught to bis desires. He had never,
? in exaot words, voiced their shortcomings,
but in his secret soul he would
* * ' ' 1 1 lit,, kin,.
uAve naa mem pcruaps icss jmc u?f>sclf,
certainly less like his wife, who
weighed 200 if she weighed a pound.
The two girls, Mary Lou, aged 18,
and Ann Josephine, 20, threatened, as
their bedslats continued to break, to
surpass their mother in the flesh they
were heir to, and in addition to this
Impediment to activity and encourager
of sloth, they had come honestly by a
^ combination of their father's tow-colored
and their mother's red hair, which
little suited their florid complexions.
They bad, also, freckles as big as pockmarks,
which a diligent application of
"stump water" had failed to dim.
Fanshaw had two sons. Ronald, the
eldest child, was not in the room.
David, a lusty fellow built on his father's
plan, but with a more cheerful
face, was lying on the high-posted bed
In the corner of the room. He always
burled into his father's tirades against
bis family comments in favor of his
brother, whom he admired intensely.
"You cayn't complain of Ron," he
said this afternoon, as he fanned the
flies from his face with his big straw
hat lined with blue calico. "He looks
after his own business. Mr. Hague
-? said Saturday before last th'&l he'd
ruther have Ron rent land from 'im
than any man in the country. He
'lowed Ron paid every dollar he contracted
to pay an' that the niggers
liked Mm so much that they'd work
twice as hard for 'im as they would for
anybody else."
"That don't do me no good," snarled
Fanshaw.
"No, I reckon not," admitted Dave,
"but you won't ever be ashamed of
Mm, if you are of the rest of us. He's
been readin* and studyin' every spare
minute seuce be was knee high to a
grasshopper. For the last six months
Mr. Redding, the best lawyer in Dan- I
ube. has been providin' 'im with books,
an' my idea is that he is goin' to make
- a lawyer out'n hisse'f. You cayn't
bold *im down; he'll rise like a cork;
an' as fur good looks, geewhilikins!
Did I ever tell you-uns what happened
at campmeetin'? I was a settin' under
the bush arbor about four benches
from the front last Sunday was a
week when Ron come in dyked out
In his best Sunday clothes. You ort
to a-seed how the folks turned their
heads. A young dude behifld me axed
a man next to 'im who in the thunder
that was, an' the fellow said he wasn't
certain, but he 'lowed it was some
chap visitin' at Col. Hasbrooke's from
Boston or New York. Then it was my
put in. 1 bent over an' informed 'em
that it was Ronald Fanshaw, the old- j
est son of Jason Fanshaw. An' you j
ort to a-heerd 'em giggle. Then the
man that had axed the question come
-* back at me fairly slobberin' in the
mouth to keep frum laughin' out loud.
** 'You're away off, my friend.' sez
he; 'you shorely ain't acquainted 'bout
beer. Old Fanshaw is the daddy of the
sorriest lay-out on the face of creation.
I hain't never been to his sideshow
myself, but I krow a heap o' folks
that has paid the'r way an'never axed
fur the money back, nutber.'
r "Then I jest punched my face over
to hit yeer an' said, 1 did: '1 ort to
know 'im,' I says, tetchin' the butt
o' my pistol. 'He's my brother, an'
when raeetln' is over me'n you'll go
into the sideshow fur a minute; the
tent's stretched right out thar in the
bushes an' the latest addition to it is
a Buffalo Bill dead shot.'
"He wilted an' got as white as the
inside of a cucumber, an' then the
preacher axed everybody to kneel down
and pray. 1 was axin* the Lord to
bless my purpose when them two riz
an' poled it out over the straw. 1 half
way got up, but the preacher broke
off in his prayer an' begun to talk
about the law agin disturbin' public
worship, an' I sunk down on my knees
an' seed them two mount an' gallop off
like the woods was afire."
"You ort to a-mashed 'is teeth down
his throat," said Mrs. Fanshaw.
"Folks has poked too much fun at us
IC SUIT me. lli V> ai llllicajvu nvuiuu .
s-stood it, Jade." She called her husband
Jade, not because he was tired
or was a horse, but because it was th?
only abbreviation of the name she
knew.
An expression of hot fury lay on
Fanshaw's wrinkled face as he looked
out into the yard where half a hundred
ducks, turkeys, guinea-hens and peacocks
were feasting on the remains of
the watermelon the family had just
eaten. '"My Lord." he grunted, "ef 1
* took folks to taw ever' time they joked
about you-uns, I'd have my hands full."
'"Well, they'd better not let me heer
'tm throwin' off on us." declared Have,
nd he stood up and stretched hiin<-?lf.
"But when you come to think of it. Ron
is so different from the rest of us that
it's no wonder folks take 'lm for one
o" that highfalutln' crowd. I tell you
he's no slouch!"
I
N. Ktltof g N?wsp?p?r C*.]
Dave west out Into the back porcft,
where a stream of water shot from
the end of a hollow log Into a trough;
the water came from a spring on a billside
half a mile distant. The inventor of
this crude aqueduct was Ronald Fanshaw;
he was only a boy when be con
ceivec, me iuea, out xjc g#?c ct?j ?
moment to its construction. He bad
felled the trees, dug the long ditch
through the meadows and fields, taken
the level and completed what was sMlT
considered a marvel of convenience by
the neighbors. While it was building,
Jason Fanshaw bad contributed many
peevish objections to the work, which
he considered a waste of time, but when
the clear, cold water gushed out at his
door, he melted under a blaze of wonder,
and now no stranger ever came to
his house who was not shown "the waterworks."
"Huh," he wonld exclaim with pride,
"nobody else has got a spring on his
land high enough fur such a thing. Col.
liasbooke would pay no end o' money
ef he could have it. He has to keep two
niggeis busy fillin' his tank an' then the
water's stale an' hot. You see, we sunk
our pipes so deep that the water's as
cold as ice."
A hundred yards from the house
was a dense wood which stretched on
to a small river a mile away, and further
on to a high mountain, and here
Dave found his brother lying on the
grass -eading his Blackstone. In his
unlikeress to his family he was an
anomaly; he was over six feet in height,
well built, slender, dark of complexion,
hair and eyes. There was in the
shdpely prominence of his brow a'suggestion
of strong mentality one might
look for in vain in any of the other
Fanslaws; his limbs had the slight,
strong look of a blooded horse; a palmist
would have said that his hands in
| dicated the possession of a refined, sen*
sitive spirit.
"Oh, I had no idea you was heerl"
exclaimed Dave. "I jest thought I'd
take a walk to git away from all that
clatter up at the house. An' to tell
jrou the truth, I've got a quart hid in
that stump thar; don't you want to
wet yore whistle, as the feller said?
I have to keep it hid from the old man;
he's too all-fired stingy to buy whisky,
but he loves it like a hog does slop."
"You know I never drink,"replied the
other, firmly. His words formed a
striking contrast to the dialect of his
brother; there was a vague sadness of
tone in his voice, and his eyes drooped
as if th.?y were weary of the print upon
which they had been resting.
"Well, I reckon you won't mind ef I
take a pull at it," said Dave. "I'm dry
as a powder-horn." He removed a flat
.stone from the hollow of the stump
| and took out his flask. "Here's lookin'
at you," and the neck of the bottle went
| into bis mouth.
"I suppose they made me the subject
of their talk, as usual," said Ronald,
when Dave had replaced the flask under
the stone and sat on the stump, his legs
crossed.
"Not any more'n common, Ron;
they've got to talk; talkin' comes as
tun
"WELL, ! RECKON YOU DON'T MIND."
Datura! to women as cluckin' does to
hens; the only difference is bens cluck
when they are busy, an' cackle when
they've laid; the time to git away from
a woman's tongue is when she's idle,
an' that's ail the time. But, honest,
I don't see why they won't let you
alone. You want to read an' study, because
it suits you, an' 1 am with you,
tooth an' toe nail. Now, 1 had my head
set on ranch life out west, because 1
liter'ly love hoss flesh an' cattle-raisin',
but they all confe down on me like a
landslide an' l's had to hoe corn an'
cotton 'ikeaniggerfuraboutforty cents
a day, when 1 might a been makin' two
dollars an' a-had my independence."
Bor.fild Fanshaw smiled genially, but
be made no reply, and Dave sauntered
away to the river to see if his trout
lines bad caught anything. When he
found himself alone our hero fell to
dreaming of his past life. Above the
tree-tops half a mile to the east, or
a sliirht elevation, he could see the
high, steep roof and dormer windows
of the chief mansion of the locality,
"Carnleigh," the splendid home of the
county's greatest planter, Col. Henry
Hasbrooke.
The house, in its silent grandeur, representing
wealth and power, had been
a potent factor in the struggles of this
young n;an towards the acquisition of
things above and beyond him in the
flreamy blue realm of possibility. Its
massive Corinthian columns, its vast
white proportions and its aristocratic
inmates, whom he saw driving alonir
the roads, told him constantly what lie
ind his family were not. Up to his
twenty-fifth year bis fancy had dared to
play only about the exterior of this old
family seat, but of late bis imagination
?call it ambition, if you will, had led
him beyond the mystic portals, and he
walked there with men and ladies; he
dined there; he discussed topics he had
read with the white-haired host; he
stood near the piano and heard Evelyn
Hasbrooke play and sing; he saw her
white hands fiit over the keys, and felt
her smile up at him. And then the
bubble would burst and the grim, sordid
contrast 0} his real existence would
grasp and wring the gall from his soul.
Evelyn Hasbrooke was unwittiugly
responsible for these later dreams. He
had rendered her a service the preceding
summer when she was home
from school. To him the act was
nothing, but when It was over she had
hung white and quivering on his arm,
and in that wonderful cadence of hers
had told him that he had saved tier
life. He had helped her over the fence
and felt the warmth of her breath on
his face. They had stood and chatted
for awhile and then they had parted.
He had not seen her since, for she was
at school in Boston, but he had never
forgotten the glory of her deep, gray
eyes, the infinite sweetness* and
beauty of her face. A thousand timps
since that moment he had wondered
if she, too, remembered. Sometimes
when his hopes were brightest he fancied
that she did?that she must If
only because his mind was on her so
constantly.
CTIAPTER II.
About a week after this he heard
that she was home again to remain,
her school days being over. His informant
also told him that Carnleigh
was to have visitors ? Mr. James
Hardy, a cotton merchant of Charleston,
who was supposed to be a suitor
for the hand of the colonel's eldest
daughter, Caroline, and Capt. Charles
Winkle, who owned a fine plantation
five miles beyond the mountain and
was believed to be an admirer of the
young debutante.
Ronald was longing to see Evelyn
again, but he met the two sisters and
their escorts sooner than he desired.
He had taken his books and fishing
tackle to a shady nook on the river
b&nk and was just getting settled
when heard merry laughter in the
wood between the river and the road
and a moment later the two couples
emerged from the tangle of cane, vines
and foliage. Instinctively Ronald drew
his wide-brimmed straw hat down over
his ejes, and Evelyn did not recognize
him for a moment. He had resolved
that he should never speak to
her again unless she showed a disposition
to renew their informal acquaintance,
and he was averse to putting
her to the test before the others.
But Capt. Winkle knew by sight
(he did not bother himself with their
names) nearly all of what h/jocularly
termed "the white trash" of that section,
and he usually addressed them
without ceremony or courtesy. For a
moment he paused watching Ronald's
line, and then he asked:
"Are they biting, my man.?"
Ronald felt the hot blood of anger
ruBh to his face and his fingers tightened
on his rod. It was on hia tongue
to retort sharply, but Evelyn's presence
helped him control his temper.
He made no reply. Capt. Winkle curled
his mustache with his white fingers;
he thought the fisherman had not heard
his question.
"I see you have some bait, my good
fellow," he Baid in a louder tone. "Will
you let me have Borne of your crickets?
the boy has not come with ours," and
the captain tossed a silver coin on the
grass nekr Ronald. There was a pause.
Ronald was conscious that Evelyn and
Mr. Hardy had moved on and that Miss
Caroline was waiting for Winkle. Then
our hero picked up the piece of silver
and tossed it into the stream, at the
same moment he doffed his hat and
lifted his basket of crickets.
"You are welcome to them," he said.
"I should hate to see ladies lose their
sport."
"Oh, no,Capt. Winkle!"objected Miss
Caroline, "do not mind them; we are
very much obliged, I hear the boy coming
now."
As she turned away and the captain
was following her he looked back and
aid with a sneer:
"I think, Miss Hasbrooke, that we'd
better go further down the stream;
he'll be diving for that money and will
frighten all the fish."
Ronald's ear had never been so acute;
he heard Caroline Hasbrooke's low,
guarded voice above the rustling of the
leaves against her stiff duck skirt.
"You ought not to have noticed him,"
she said; "that's one of old man Fanshaw's
sons; he has taken up the study
of law, and it seems to have given him
the big head."
"You don't tell me," laughed the captain,
"haw, haw!"
Then the negro boy. carrying a basket
of crickets, passed at the top of his
speed. Ronald baited his hook and
flung the line into the stream; bis
hands were quivering; he was almost
beside himself with rage. The drone
of vr'ces told him that the fishing party
had paused about forty yards away. The
reflection of the sunlight on the face
of the water was maddening. This,
woo Vi i o 1r?n cr rl rPnmpH nf m PP"t inf*
lut?i? "?o ui? iviie w? ??o
with Evelyn; she would hear her sister's
account of what had taken place
after she had moved on. Half an hour
passed; a fish nibbled at his bait, taking
his line round in a circle, but he did
not notice it. Suddenly there was a
light step on the grass near him. It was
Evelyn Hasbrooke and she came to him
with hand outstretched.
"You must pardon me, Mr. Fanshaw,"
she faltered. "I did not recognize you
under that big hat, I did not know it
was you till sister mentioned it just
now."
He stood up, dropping his bat on the
ground.
"1 really did not presume that you
would care to?to renew our slight ao
quaintance," be stammered, recTln the
face.
A pained expression passed over her
beautiful features.
"I can't remember anything I have
done to moke you think so ill of me,
Mr. Fanshaw."
She seated herself on the root of a
tree and opened the novel she held in
her hands. He found himself unable to
formulate a suitable reply and be drew
in his line and put another cricket
on his hook.
"I am afraid," she said, searching his
face, "that Capt. Winkle offended you
just now. I am sorry that a guest of
our house should fail to treat anyone?
you especially?with due courtesy, and
I am glad you rebuked him as you did."
"You are very kind, Miss Has
brooke.
"My sister is Miss Hasbrooke," sbe
said, with a little laugh. "I am still
little Evelyn, even if I have laid my
school books away."
Again she had made an unanswerable
remark, and silence fell between
them. He broke Jt after a moment's
pause.
"But you have grown; you are" (he
wanted to say more beautiful) "different."
"I presume a year does change a girl,
but you are just the same, Mr. Fanshaw?exactly
the same."
It would have been impossible for
him to believe that she was not speaking
to him as she would have spoken to
An old friend, and this drew him to her.
The irritation of a short while before
was swept away. He found himself
telling her that he had feared she would
never remember him, and that she had
made him very happy by coming back
to speak to him.
"As if I could forget the first time I
ever saw you!" she exclaimed, clasping
her hands over her knee and lookingout
over the stream. "I had actually
given myself up for lost, Mr. Fanshaw.
Being a man, it may not seem that you
did much for me, that day, but I have
seen that frightful bull in my dreams
and heard his awful bellowing a
thousand times. I remembered that he
had gored a little boy almost to death
the spring before and when I saw him
coming I simply could not run. Then
I saw you rush into the very arms of
death and catch it by the horns. Ah,
I have Been that awful struggle in my
dreams, too! You don't know how terrible
it was; the veins of your face and
neck stood up like cords under the skin
and your eyes nearlyleft their sockets.
Once your foot slipped and I screamed
as you went down. I thought it was all
over then, but you held onto bis horns
and when he flung up his head be
raised you. Then I saw the gleam of a
set purpose in yotfr eye ar you slowly
backed him to the big stick near by and
then I saw you grasp it and beat him
on.
She paused out of breath, she had
spoken so rapidly.
"I see you have not forgotten," he
laughed, modestly. "My arms ached
for a week after that. I don't think I
ever gave my muscles a greater test."
She gazed at him admiringly.
"I think a strong, manly man is God's
beat creation"?her tone was almost
reverent. "No, I have not forgot?I
never shall forget that you offered your
life as readily as Capt. Winkle" (she
sneered slightly) "would hand me a
glass of wine. You were so exhausted
afterwardB that you could not speak
and yet you helped me over that high
fence; I know you were exhausted, for
you sank down and could not rise."
Ronald flushed slightly. "I hoped
you would forget that," he said.
"It is what I want to remember
most," the girl declared, "because it
proves how very much you did for me."
Her voice was low, and it quivered as
if strong emotions were working in her
breast. The branches of the trees were
moving overhead, and a shaft of shifting
sunlight fell on her glorious, gold
en brown hair. The breeze coming rrom
the east brought the strain of a plantation
melody sung by the negroes
working in one of her father's cotton
fields. For one instant the eyes of these
two met, and then, like a man in a blissful
dream, he turned and picked up his
rod. His cork was under water and he
could see the slack line being drawn
here and there. It was a fine trout
and he laughed merrily as he drew it
out of the water. She sprang up and
stood by him as he took it from his
hook and put it into his basket.
"I am afraid I am disturbing your
sport," she said, tentatively.
"You see you have given me good
luck," he made answer.
"I have wanted another talk with
you for a long time." She cast a glance
in the direction of her party. "I presume
I ought to join them, but I have
really not said all I wished. It seems
half a lifetime since we met."
Later that day he actually shuddered
over the boldness of bis reply to this,
and yet I am convinced that it was one
of his remarks which she remembered
in its entirety.
"The meeting in itself seemed a
whole lifetime to me," he said, in a
full, tense voice?"the beginning, the
end?a short, beautiful life, for 1
thought I might never, perhaps never,
see you again."
"You thought we should never meet
again!" she spoke in slow surprise, as
the import of his words dawned on
her, and then he saw her eyes go down,
and a fresh shaft of bitterness pierced
his heart. He knew she was thinking
of the gulf which lay betwe^u them.
The look of pain which crossed her face
almost distorted it. Still it was only
to add new character to her beauty.
"I want to tell you more than all,"
she shrugged her shoulders, as if to
shake off the unpleasant thought he
had just read, "how very much good
your example has done me You remember
you told me how you had
learned French by studying it at night,
and by hiring a man to work for you
who spoke the language to you as you
worked in the field together, and that
you used to walk three miles after
supper to an old German, who spoke
his tongue to you and lent you the
German duties? Well, when I got
back to school and was tempted to
neglect my studies I recalled the efforts
you were making to educate
yourself and I became ashamed of myself
and really I profited by your example.
I took two medals. I should
never have won them but for you."
Her companion laughed softly.
"I did not have such good fortune in
adding a teacher of Italian to my faculty,"
he told her. "He was making
his way over the mountain with a lytndorgan
and a monkey and told me he
was out of money. My answer to him
was that I needed a man to pick cotton
and that I would pay him the
wages of an experienced hand if he
would stay with me through the season.
He readily consented and everything
might have worked out to the
glory of my perseverance, but he insisted
on working with the monkey
on his shoulder, and the two together
proved such an attraction that all the
negroes in my field gathered around
him. I gave them the first day ofT, but
when the next came and the pickers
came in holiday attire accompanied by
hosts of neighboring negroes I called
T DIDN'T KNOW ANYBODY WAB
HERE."
a halt. I paid the stroller for the
day he had not worked and dismissed
him. This infuriated him, and 1 received
my first gratuitous lesson in
Italian?a beautiful string of oaths
which may never be worth what I paid
for them."
Evelyn laughed long and heartily.
"You are the most original man 1
ever met," she declared. "What funny
experiences you do have. And did your
Italian master forsake you?"
Ronald laughed drily.
"After he had got his organ out of
the barn, he began to play it in the main
road, and it wasn't twenty minutes
till every negro, young and old, for a
mile around was dropping hiB money
into the monkey's cap. The trouble is
the farmers in the neighborhood
blamed me with the commotion and
called me a greater crank than ever."
There was a sound oI some one
coming through the woods, and David
F&nshaw, barefooted and coatless,
emerged carrying a gun and a bag of
game. Seeing them together he stared
in astonishment, and shifting his gun
awkwardly from one band to the other
he blurted out: "I didn't know anybody
was heer; I was after a flyin'
squirrel in that tree thar."
"I wouldn't shoot here," his brother
admonished. "There is a party fishing
a little way down the stream."
Without saying more the great illclothed
fellow shouldered his gun and
plunged again into the wood; this time
headed for the main road.
"It is my brother David," explained
Ronald to Evelyn.
"I thought he was," she said, looking
down, "but I don't think he is at
all like you," and then it seemed to
strike her that the comparison was too
great a reflection on David to be quite
polite, for she reddened.
"No, we are decidedly unlike," he
came to her relief. "In fact, people
are constantly remarking that I am unlike
my whole family."
"I?I think you are very unlike them
all," agreed Evelyn?"all that I have
happened to see."
There the conversation paused. A
merry laugh came from the fishing trio
and then there was a low mnttering
of voices, in which Evelyn's same was
spoken by her sister.
"1 think they are wondering what
lias become of me," said the girl. "I'd
better join them."
He held the vines which hung over
the path out of her way, and when
she had gone he went back to his fishing;
but he found himself casting an
unbaited hook into the water and holding
his rod in tense, quivering hands.
How much he bad lived in those few
moments! He took a deep breath. "My
God," he Baid, "I don't know-what has
come over met Am I mad;? Am I
fool enough to think?to hope??"
He checked himself, and opened the
law book he had brought with him. But
though his eyes rested on the page for
twenty minutes,"he read r.ot a word. The
sun went down slowly; he saw its light I
on the brown side of a distant cliff
creeping upward; he heard the distant
crack of his brother's gun, and,
picking up his things, he started homeward.
to be continued.
Archbishop Ryan's Wrr.?One wintry
day. shortly after Bishop Horstmann
of Cleveland had been caused
considerable trouble by the Polish
Catholic element In his diocese, he
visited Philadelphia, his native city,
and dined with Archbishop Ryan, who
was also entertaining an ecclesiastical
visitor from New England. The latter
inquired of the bishop of Cleveland regarding
the weather in Ohio.
"It has not been unusually severe,"
replied Bishop Horstmann.
"No," said Archbishop Ryan, "Just a
few breezes from the Poles."?Philadelphia
Press.
^Miscellaneous Mcadinfl.
HOW THEY 8TARTED.
Rich Men- Saved From 8mall Wage*.
One cannot save very much on $2 a
week, especially when this munificent
salary is the whole means of existence.
Even James J. Hill could not He was
working at an inn in a little hamlet up
In Canada, when he read In a stray
newspaper that "there were splendid
chances for a young man out west"
His capital consisted of his coming
week's wages. Borrowing $10 from a
friend, he started west. The $6,000
which he afterward returned represent
ed the rate of Interest with which he
always repaid kindnesses.
When he reached St: Paul he L~ot
wages no larger while he was a "roust
about" on the wharf. When he soon after
got to be shipping clerk he saved a
little money with which he set up business
for himself.
Perhaps one of the secrets of the
way in which the business prospered
was that back of it was a high hope?
the hope of having beautiful and winsome
Mary Mahegan for his bride. At
any rate, out of the first earnings of the
little business Mr. Hill furnished the
money to send the girl to an eastern
boarding school and to equip the home
in which they afterward set up housekeeping.
Carnegie Bought 8tock.
Mr. Carnegie tells the story of the
first money which came Into his possession
over and above the salary of
$25 a month which he was earning as
a telegraph operator.
"One day Mr. Scott (the superintendent
of his branch division), who
was one of the kindest of men and had
taken a great fancy to me, asked if I
had or could find $500 to invest. I answered
promptly:
" 'Yes, sir, I think I can.'
" 'Very well,' he said, 'get it A man
has Just died who owns ten shares in
the Adams Express company, which I
want you to buy. It will cost you $80
for each share.'
"The matter was laid before the
council of three at home that night and
the oracle (his mother) spoke. 'It
must be done. We will mortgage our
home. I will take the steamer for Ohio
tomorrow and see uncle and ask him
to arrange It. I am sure he can.' Of
course the visit was successful?when
did she ever fall?
"The money was procured; paid
over: ten shares of Adams Express
company stock were mine, but no one
knew that our little home was mortgaged
to 'give our boy a start.'
"Adams Express then paid monthly
dividends of one per cent, and the flrst
check arrived. The next day being
Sunday, we boys?myself and my ever
constant companions?>took our usual
Sunday afternoon stroll in the country,
and, sitting down in the woods, I
showed them the check, saying, 'Eureka
I have found it.'
"Here was something new to all of
us. for none of us had ever received
anything but from toli,. A return from
capital was something strange and new.
"Some of the boys wh? had met in
the grove to wonder at the $10 check?
"My indispensable and clever companions"
he called them?were afterwards
his partners in his famous company.
Allerton Worked for Farm.
To the boy Samuel W. Allerton working
as a farm hand the ownership of a
farm represented the sum total of human
delights. Next best in the line
of coveted possessions was the rental
of a farm with the horses and implements
to run it. For these he hoarded
as other boys will for guns and Ashing
tackle. These savings were invested in
equipment and the rental of one farm
after another until he was ready to
buy one outright.
"It was Just $100 which I had gotten
together and with which I paid the
rental on my first farm. It kept growing
larger by being turned over and
over in farm property In spite of the
fact that friends at first warned me I
was embarking on a foolish venture."
That he would compel success was
the answer Allerton made to this. He
worked the land he had rented for five
years, saved more money, bought a
farm for his father, and invested In
more tools and horses for his own use.
He then rented more land, out of which
he made $3,200 In three years. This
was invested In his first stock farm in
Illinois.
When Gates Saved Money.
"Laboring men of- the best class
should be able to save out of the wages
they earn now," Is a statement for
which men, unions, labor organizations
and even corporations nave cnaucngcu
John W. Gates.
The fierce light which beats upon his
career as a money spender Is the one
which Is always turned upon this utterance.
John W. Gates' record as a speculator,
Instilling it upon his son's mind
to look lightly upon money and regard
It as dross; as a poker player. In which
the $200,000 won from Lelter and the
$35,000 lost at Saratoga were mere
bagatelles; as a financier, buying million
dollar mlllr by telegraph, with negotiations
opened and concluded all
In the half hour's stopover on a railroad
trip, are Incidents which make
the story of his first savings pale Into
insignificance.
Earlier records, however, tell of the
days when he traveled In Texas on a
hundred dollars a month. Here he was
inventing ways hitherto unheard and
undreamed of for selling goods. All
the time out of this salary he was saving
the money which afterwards was
the nucleus of the little capital with
which he accomplished his grand coup
of the moonshiner factory. Later, when
he married upon $3,000 yearly, he still
added savings enough to this nest egg
so as to have a considerable sum when
the inspiration came to him to-start
his barbed wire plant.
Lawson Showed Gameness.
Thomas W. Lawson once said the
history of his first Christmas In State
street, Boston, illustrated his life. It
was then that he received Ms first
lump sum of money. He was twelve
years old and had come into the office
of Armory Stevens ft Co. in reply to
a sign of "Office boy wanted." He was
so little his chin barely came to the
table top and was greeted with laughter,
but he got the Job. At Christmas '
he was given a present of $100. About
this money he says: "I went up State
street to buy presents for my brothers
and sister, and after spending $87 of
it on something for my sister Tras bitterly
disappointed that I couldn't get
three Buch presents as I wanted out
of my $100."
Lawson started out for himself as a
trader while with the same firm, and ,
when he was seventeen had $80,000
In the bank. Out of this money he
gratified what had been the desire of
his whole life and bought a buggy and
a team of black horses. Soon after this
he was in a deal In which the stock
rose so fast that before he could "cover
er In" he had dropped $59,841 of his
$60,000. "I remember" he says In tellIng
of this, "that I decided to make a
clean sweep and gave a dinner at
Young's to a few friends with the purpose
of getting rid of the $159 left
When the dinner check was paid there
was still $4.80, which I gave to .Sorace,
the head-waiter. I was broke at seventeen,
after making what some people
would be satisfied with as a fortune,
and started in again to ftlck up
what I could here and there."
Wanamaker Bought a Salesman.
John Wanamaker tells that Ids first
incentive toward self-denial came to
him with his first pennies. "The first
money I received," he says, "was seven
copper cents, which seemed to give
me the Idea that If 1 was ever to do
better than my comndes 1 would have
to learn to save." The small wages
he frot while In his first position In a
publisher's office he saved religiously.
At the same time he developed tho faculty
of spending generously and effectively
when he chose, as a prettv story
is told of his buying Ills mother a present
every pay day, w aioh, though small
was really a substantial one as compared
with the pay lie earned.
His first large sum of money was
both acquired and expended along the
same lines. In the few years it which
be worked in a ciouung store aiaa acted
as secretary for the Y. M. C. A. be
saved $2,000. He and a friend with
the same amount of capital decided to
start a clothing store of their own.
The way in which he handled his capital
at this time seemed like tie most
reckless extravagance to his business
contemporaries, fie engaged as a
salesmen one of the best men he knew,
to whom he offered a salary of $1,3S0,
which he had to guarantee for the first
year out of his capital. He again drew
on his expense account by taking this
salesman with him when he vent to
New York to buy goods. The association
with this salesman was his investment
upon which he expected to realise
in credit. The result was even
more successful than he fonssaw.?
Chicago Tribune.
THE DE8ERT TRANSFORMED.,
How a California C>unty, Twice the
Size of Conneotiout, Was Rsdosmed.
Writing In the February World's
Work on "Building a Wonderful Community,"
French Strother tells the
story of a remarkable western county:
Thirty-two years ago there vras but
one house In the town of Fresno, In
the central desert of California. A hole
was dug under It, forty feet deep, Into
which the inmates lowered themselves
by a bucket and a windlass, to escape
the heat of the day. Around it, as far
as the eye could s?e, stretched the
glaring desert, unbrolken by an if cultivated
spot of green. The wholo country
seemed a hopeless waste?dead
and profitless.
Today this spot Is the centie of a
cheerful community of 8,000 homes, In
a land made fertile by Irrigation. Ten
thousand children attend Its public
schools. The Industries there yield
814,000,000 annually. The rals'n crop
of 1902 put Into the farmers' bunk accounts
82,300,000. All the raisins imported
into the United States In 1902
amounted In value to only 8400,000. In
1902 the oil wells of Fresno county
yielded 670,000 barrels of crude petroleum,
worth 8200,000 before refining.
Eighty-nine thousand head of cattle
graze on its rich alfalfa.
When a few straggling fortune hunters
came to the county late in the
'60's, they were welcomed by this sign,
hung over Fresno's one building:
"Bring your horse. Water, one bit;
water and feed, three bits." Fresno
was a "watering station" only. In
1872, however, Mr. M. J. Churrh conceived
the Idea of bringing water In
ditches from King's river, twenty
miles away to Irrigate the land. His
- ?? ioi,?ho<i at a a a dream
propusui woo iauQ..v,. ? _
er'8 scheme. But persistence won; in
1876 he had water on land within
three miles of the town of Fresno, and
the first year's crop proved the soil
to be fertile. The area of watered
ground was rapidly extended. Today
there are 360,000 acres under irrigation.
Has a Buslv.es8- Ljki. Look.?We
see it stated that former United
States Senator J. L. McL&urin, of
South Carolina, chaliman of the committee
appointed by the Southern Inter-State
Cotton convention to wait
on President Roosevelt and ask him to
form a commission to Introduce American
cotton into the Orient and other
undeveloped markets, will visit the
president February 20. Mr. McLaurln
thinks that if China may be Induced to
use American cotton, it is not unreasonable
to believe that 26,000,000 bales
of the American crop will be consumed
after five years. Somehow, this
proposed visit of M-. McLaurln to the
president has to us a business-like
look. ?Charlotte Chronicle.