i ???i? THE TRIBUNE. W VOL. II.--NO. 2(p. BEAUFORT, 8. C., MAY 10, 1876. ' $1.50 PER ANNUM. * '?' . ? _ ????^ _ ? ... r i ~~~ ? iu-iih) anu iiercarter. Upon my lips alio laid hor touch divinoj And merry speooh and careless laughter died ; She fixed her mo'ancholy eyes on mine, And would not be denied. I sat. the west wind loose his cloudlets white, In flocks careering through the April sky; I could not sing though joy was at its height, For slio stood silent by. I watched the lovely evening fade away, A mist was lightly drawn across the stars ; She broke my quiet dream?I hoard hor say, Behold your prison bars ! Earth's gladness shall not satisfy your soul? The beauty of the world in which you livo, The crowning grace that sanctifies the whole< That I alone can give. I heard and shrunk away from her afrdkl, But still she bold mo, and would still abide; Youth's bounding pulses slackened and obeyed With slowly ebbing tide. " Look thou beyond the evening sky," she said, ' Boyond the changing enlendora of the day ; Accept t'ie pain, the woariuees, tho drew], Accept aud bid me stay." I tamed and clasped bur close with sadden strength, And slowly, sweetly. I became aware, Within my arms Qod's angel stood at loogth, White robod, and ca'm, and fair. And now, I look boyond the evening star, Beyond tho chauging splendors of t ie day, Knowing tho pnia He sends more precioas far, More beautiful than they. MILLY'S FALSEHOOD. THE REASON WHY SHE TOLD IT 'I can't stand it any longer?I can't 1 I'd rather sweep the streets for a living. Oh, father! oh, mother! do you know how your poor ohild is treated, or can't you feel any trouble in heaven ?" M?lly sobbed violently for a (ow momeats, then raised her head resolutely, and driod her tears. "Crying does no good. 1 must think what I can do. I won't be dependent on theso horrible people any longer. But how shall I earn my living? I can't teach?can't evoa sew docontly. All they have taught me is to drudge at housework. I may thank myself for anything else I have learned." She considered a moment; then said, in a determined voioe : " I'll do it?I'll go out as housemaid. False pride shan't stop me. What am I now??only I don't earn anything, as I would in a place. Oh, mother 1"?with a sadden revulsion of feeling?" if you had known I would come to this I" Tears rolled down her cheeks again, poor girl. She was scaroely seventeen, a ohild in many ways as yet. But the little thing had a resolute spirit of her own. and in another moment she was on her knees before an old chest, looking hurriedly over a very scanty wardrobe. "Poor aud plain onough, Bhe mused, aloud. " I think, with all her wealth, Aunt Peters might have afforded to dress her orphan niece a little decently. But she wanted all the finery for her four lovely daughters." Milly's lip curled as spoke; her naturally sweet temper had become somewhat iinbittered during the last ten years. But her look softened again, as she took from a seoret corner a gold chain rather old fashioned in style. It was her mother's gift. She pressed it passionately to her lips. " How can I part with it?" she sobbed out " Oh, mother, dear, forgive me ! It's all I can do." ******* " Another girl to see met?oh, dear! Very well, Jane; I'll be down directly." Mrs. Jfoun# rose, from her comfortable lounge with a gesture of weary impatience. She was a woman of about forty, plump and ro>y cheeked, with the look of one who would fain tAke the world easy it it would only let her. But a very unpleasant frown wrinkled her forehead just now. , " Dear, dear t now I must go down ftflrain tn Ha nnaafinnn/1 Kw *1 -r, -?vu?vllUU UJ UUU U1 llUUHO 'high-flown ' miuxes who want every thing 'first class' except their own ? work. Or maybe it's a creature like the last, iu a dirty dress and a white laoe bonnet. If it is, I'll send her paoking very quiok." She went down stairs to the diningroom, looking as grim as you please. No wonder the timid young girl waiting there felt her heart sink within her. Keep up your heart, dear," whispered a Kind woman beside her. " Remember you've got me to baok you now." But Mrs. Toung's face had softened already. Such a fresh, sweet, modest girl I She looked trim as a daisy in her gingham dress and neat straw hat. Surely here was the treasure she had sought so long. " You ho#e seen my advertisement f" she asked, graciously. 11 Yes, ma'am," said Milly's companion, answering for her. "This is my niece, ma'am, just come up from the oountry. I would like to find a place for her." Milly blushed more painfully than before. Deceit #aa so foreign to her nature t Never had she felt so abased in her own eyes* Poor ohilcL how she must have suffered, to make Mrs. Kel ly, coming to her rescue with this false hood, seem like aa angel of relief I " I suppose you can give me good references, Mrs. Kelly ?" said Mre. Young, after asking a few quostions as to age, capability, etc. "Indeed I can, ma'am," said Mrs, Kelly, confidently. " Thero are man} families I've worked for will be glad tc speak a good word for me, I'm sure." Milly, or Maggie, as she now called herself, was engaged, on condition th< references proved satisfactory; and promising to return that night, she lefl the house with her " aunt." "You're in luck, Maggie doar," said Mrs. Kelly, as they went down tht street together. "She seoms a very nice lady, and twolvo dollars is a good beginning for a girl like you." ? mm** " Oh, Tom, I am so perplexed and troubled ! She really? I never tool such comfort in a girl before. Bo neal and quick about lier work, and so sweel tempered and obliging 1 I felt "? 44 Well, aunty, why neod you worn so ? Just take tho comfort of her. II may bo all right." 41 All right! How can you talk so i And what comfort can I take in a pcrsor I suspect of being an impostor ? All sorts of horrible suspicions come intc my head. I t':ink you might help me, Tom." 44 How can I help you ?" asked Tom, with a quizzical air. He was a tall, dark young fellow, with a face almosl too sharp featured for beauty, but the good natured gleam in his largo black eyes softened their keenness. A smile crossed Mrs. Young's anxious lace af she looked at him. He was evidently a favorite of hers. 44 Why, you are a sharp boy?nobody knows that better than yourself?and ii anything is to bo found out "? Tom looked gratified; he was only twenty-three, and nothing flatters a young man of that age moro than to be credited with an uncommon degree ol penetration. Mrs. Young knew hi? weakness, and took advantage of it in a way scarcely creditable to horself. 44 Oome, my young detective, you must help me. I'm sure you'll clear matters up." 4 4 It seems kind of moan, though, for a young fellow to play spy upon a nice, pretty girl like that," paid Tom, in a tone that showed some disrelish of the task imposed upon him. 4 It's a great deal meaner to allow your aunt to i>e imposea upon?to harbor a disreputable person in her house, perhaps," said Mrs. Young, vehemently. 44 There's no help to bo got from your uncle?ho won't hear a word of the matter. And 1 can't speak to the girl; I may be mistaken, and then "? " There, there, aunty, I'll do my best for you; only?don't expect miracles from me." 14 I don't; I only expect help. It's lucky you're boarding here?yoii'vomoro chance for observation." 44 Well, fo business 1" said Tom, leaning forward, and trying to look like his idea of a detective. 44 State your grounds of suspicion, madam." 44 Well, the first time I saw her it struck me queerly, the difference between her and her aunt. Mrs. Kelly is a deoent sort of body, but this girl is so gentle, so refined, numbers of pooplo have asked me who that young lady was. She speaks excellent English, writes a very pretty hand, and 1 am sure has read a great deal. Then "? 4 4 All this is very well, but hardly proves her au impostor. Don't j udge tho poor ohild too hastily, aunt." 441 don't intend to ! But can j'ou explain her being oonfused and turning as rou as nre wuen i questioned lier about tbo place she came from ? And see what Cousin Lu found in hei room." " Lu be hanged !" said Tom, pushing tho little pocfcotbook angrily aside. 44 What business has she poking over tho poor girl's things that way? I tell you, aunt"? 44 Tom, Tom, be quiet I wo shall be overheard. This pocketbook is a sort of diary; that is, it has a fow blauk leaves to be written on. And on ono of these leaves "? 44Don't!" said Tom, surprised and almost dismayed at his own agitation. 44 Poor little soul! It's too mean to haul over her diary and thiugs 1" He shoved back his chair violently, ready to beat himself for the almost agonized desire he felt to 44 know the worst." 44On one of these leaves," repeated Mrs. Young, resolutely, 44 is written a name, iMilly Westermann, and right under it, Boston, April 17, 18?. That'e just three mouths ago. Tho haudwritinir i< Mnffcie's?fchero't* no miafnlrc about that. What am I to think oi that, when her aunt told me this was the first city * the poor child ever set foot in?'" "It's queer, but may be explained. Porhaps she wrote a friend's name. I must think it over, aunt," said Tom, as he loft the room. Onoe in his own ohamber, he bolted the door, and righting a oigar, sat down to think. An unpleasant frown darkened his f*ee. " Who got me into this scrapo?" he soliloquized. " Partly my own vanity, Sartly a wish to quiet' aunty, and make er let the girl alone. But it's dead earnest now- Little serpent 1 to impose upon honest folks with your baby face and soft, innooent ways t But you've met your match now, miss. I'm on your track, and if I don't find you oul before this week's over "? Tom never stopped to ask himself the reason of his exoeesive agitation and wrath. He only shook his head grimly three or four times, in a manner verj portentous to poor Maggie, and resumed his cigar. "What is the matter? Have they found mo out? Mrs. Young is so cold I to mo ! and for all Mr. Tom's so polite and smiling, I feel no's watching me all i the time. God help me ! A falsehood always brings its own punishment ; but if ever a crirl was tempted "? ' Poor Mnggie thought all this to her> self, dusting the parlor mantelpiece the while as if her life depended on it. A I few hot tears would fall now and then. > " I've a great mind to confess, and I ease my heart of this load. If only"? t " Milly I" "Sir!" said Maggie, turning, with a I great start in the direction of the voice. > Then she recollected herself, turned ' scarlet and pale by turns, but braced I hprRAlf O.Q nnlv a mnmon nor* on M tTv/ujuu v <&u nuuu UU UCI self-defense, and paid, quietly: "Did you call, sir ?" . " "Yes, and you answered," said Tom, | coming forward. His voico had a pleas' ant, half humorous toue, but there was I a gleam in his eyo that was almost a " threat. Not less defiant phone the light in tho blue eyes looking back into his, [ though she dropped them immediately, ' with a simple : , " Did yon wish anything, sir?" "On her guard," thought Tom. [ "What the douce has mado her suspect ? She looked fit to murder me jus ' now.". Aloud he said, carelessly : "Oh, 1 nothing. I run down to Westbrook today, and as your uncle lives there "? ' Maggio's faco grew deathly white. ^ She turned away without a word. ' "As your uncle lives there," Tom ! went on, pretending not to notice, " I k thought you might like to send some | word." ' "Thank you; I won't troublo you, 1 sir," said Maggie, in a cold, haughty voice. " Oh, no trouble," said Tom, cheerfully. " Shall I tell him you are well and happy ?" "You needn't tell him anything," 1 paid Maggie, some irritation mingling ! with her alarm. " How! not a word to the old gentle1 man ! What an undutiful niece you are, 1 Maggie !" Maggio struggled a moment with her | tears, then took refuge in anger. " I can manage my own affairs, sir, and send messages when I choose. Please leave mo alone." Tom stood silent a moment, then said, 1 in a tone of cool surprise: "Oh, very ' well, if iliai's f ho von-o mn fool Vrnncio me for asking yon. And with a brief good morning ho went ont, very hot and angry inwardly, and more than ever determined to find the mystery out. Maggie clasped h^r hands with a look of litter despair. " How cruel he is! I wouldn't have thought it of him. Oh, that wicked lie, and stupid lie, too; for how could I think to pass for her niece? And I'm sure she hasn't told her brother. It's but two weeks since I came here. Oh dear, oh dear I what shall I do ?" " Tom, how late you aro ! Make haste and dress yourself. Dinner will be ready directly, and we have company, you know." " What company have you ?" asked Tom, pausing. He looked pale and i much disturbed, but his aunt ecarcely noticed this in her haste. ' Oh, only the Sbaws, and a friend of theirs from Boston, a Mrs. Peters. Run , up and dress yourself. I will delay dinuer a few moments." Then, in a whisper: " Maggie has done soibeautif ill ly all day, I do hope she's all right. i And "? " Humph i" muttered Tom, under his breath, as ho turued away. Half-way i up btairs he met Maggie, who had ; escaped from her work a few moments ; to change her dress. She was very pale. It was easy to see sl^o had been crying a good deal, but somehow she had ne.ver looked prettier, Tom thought. Her dress of blue and white striped calico 1 was becoming to her fair complexion. She wore a jaunty white apron, and i bright blue ribbons at her throat and ' round her pretty head. Sho started i with a half frightened exclamation as i sho met Tom ; but he only gave her a cool little nod, and passed on. The I poor ohild felt her heart swell almost to breaking. Tom had always been so i kuui, so civil, 10 ner. one nau grown 1 to liko him bo much ; and now this i yonng fellow, but six years her senior, > seemed turned into her inexorable judge. She hurried on as fast as she i could, pausing a moment on the kitchen , i stairs to wipe away her blinding tears. As for Tom, ho dressed himself in a i half savage mood, feeling the stern satisfaction common to us poor mortals i when intent 011 " doing our duty " by sorao unforlunato fellow creature who i lias offended us. How much boyish > vanity and self-importance was mixed up with this feeliug is diflicult to tell. We only know that Tom kept repeatiug ! to himself, in an exoitcd manner, that i "she"?Maggie, presumably?should "hear of it" before tho day was out. Ho would say nothing to his aunt?at least as yet?but that little jade should I know her wickedness was discovered, and confess everything to him, Tom t Fox, or he'd know the reason why. The dinner bell rung in the midst of , tt u'1_ - i menu uiouuatiuiiH. aiwiuj concluding his toilette he went down stairs. Ere i ho reached the foot, he heard somebody i rushing along the hall in frantio haste, i It was Maggie. She shrank back, terrii fled, as she encountered Tom at tho foot k of the stairs. 'What's up now?" asked tho young ) man, rather sternly. I was taken ill?a little faint," r gasped Maggie; and indeed she was r deathly pale, and looked frightened out I of her wits. "Please lot me pass, sir," sho went on. " Jane has told Mrs. Young she will wait on the table, and "? I Here the tears begun to flow; she wiped them away, and made a motion to pass him. " No; come into the parlor with me," i said Tom, decidedly. " I want to speak 1 to you." < " And I want to bo lot alone," said 1 Maggie, firing up, as she marked his de- i termined look. " Let me pass, sir." i "Look here!" said Tom, taking her < arm in his strong grasp, "either you 1 come into the parlor with me, or I take ] you down stairs and say what I've got to i say before my aunt. Take your choice < now." i Poor Maggie hesitated a moment, then 1 made a motion toward the parlor door. < He understood her, and led her in. " Dinner is all ready, sir," sho mur- 1 mured, faintly, as he released her arm. I " Dinner be hanged !" said Tom, ve- I hemontly. "Now, Miss Milly Wester- < mann," in a tone of stern decision, 1 " tell mo who and what you are." < Milly gave a frightened little gasp, < and was silent. 1 " I've been to Westhrnnk. " Tnm wiint i on, mercilessly. "I saw that worthy old man yon called your uncle?I saw his niece, Miss Maggie Reilly. Now I want to kuow who you are, and why you've heeu imposing on us all." Then, in a solemn voice, and with very little idea of what he was talking about: "Do you kuow what you've done ? Do you know the penalty of taking another person's nume that way?" Milly was young?only seventeen. It never entered into hor head that Tom might not be so hard as ho Beenied. Dim visions of chains and dungeon cells rose before her. She stretched out her hands to him with a little imploring cry. "Oh, forgive me I I didn't know 1" she sobbed out, and burst into an agony of tears. " Darn it all I" thought Tom, " I might have foreseen she'd turn on the water-works." Aloud he said, in a considerably softened voice : " There, there ! stop crying, Maggie?Milly, I mean. I won't be hard on you; only" ?a shade of Btcrnness in his voice again ?" you must tell me everything. I'll stand your friend wiih my aunt, if you'll only bo honest and own up." " I will." said Millv. triMnrr nnf /-> _ , J , ?J o cry. 441 wanted to tell Mrs. Young muny a time, but my oourago always failed me, Mr. Tom, that woman down / stairs is my aunt." " What ?" "That woman?Mrs. Peters." Somewhat composed by this time, Milly took breath, and with a simplicity that touched Tom aud impressed him with her truth, told her pathetio little story from beginning to end. " You have done very wrong, Milly, no doubt," said he, gravely, when she had finished; " but there's great excuses for you, after all. And if that old hag hadn't put it into your head "? " Oh, don't 1" cried Milly, piteously. " She isn't an old hag. Sho pitied me, a poor girl all alone in this great city. I was most to blame; I knew better. And I'll never forget her kindness as long as I livo." " You're a pretty good little soul, I think," said Tom, "after all that's come aud gone. Dry your eyes, now?that's right?and come down stairs with me." "Down stairs! To my aunt! Oh, Mr. Tom 1" "Yjs. What else?" responded our hero. And befoie poor Milly could gasp out another remonstrance, he had whirled her down htairs and into the dining-room with the speed of a voung locomotive. Dinner was nearly over, and poor Mrs. Young sat trying to entertain her COEODanV- while she in\rver her restored favorite. It's so long ago that tho untimely en* >f Charlotte is lost to history, but sub ected to chloride of lime, she held he: >wn for years. A Soldier Without Nerves. A correspondent of tho Manchesto N. H.) Mirror thus discourses of Gen itark : Gen. Stark was never hilariouf ihough his hospitality was sinoere, an ao enjoyed his gnests. It is rotated c aim that he was never known to show hi amotions in word or expression of faoc in old resident averring that he wa lever seen to laugh or shed a tear. Oi mo occasion, to test his strength o lerve, a townsman offered to fire jistol close behind his back while th general was busy conversing. A part; n the experiment agreed to watch th general's faco in front and report the re mlt, and see if ho were startled or not There was 110 visible alteration in hi expression or manner, but he turner rery quietly to see tho cause of the ex ilosion. He was quite as much note* or vigor in the management of his faro is in the management of troops, am jould never endure indolence in any on vlio had the strength and capacity t abor. At tho time of the arrival of th :ourier bringing news of the battle o Lexington, Stark was hard at work i 118 Bftwmm, taxing advantage of th spring floods to finish the sawing of log Irawn in the winter then just past ruis mill was on Bay brook, near th lite of the dam that produces Dorr' pond, and the remains of it are still die jernible when the low water will admit Did settlers assert that the log left lial sawed by Stark, as he mounted hi lorso to beat up recruits, was never die ;urbed afterward ; it decayed with th nill in the eight long years of fightinj ;hat ended with the surrender of Corn vallis. Stark's integrity and eoonom; n government contracts and the die lursements connected with army sup ilies was never questioned. He sacri Iced his private interests and the enjoj nent of domestic life through the Revc ution without aoy hesitation, and er souraged the same spirit in his sonf So was incapable of dissimulation, an wen when blunt, rough and eooentric ncant kindness where his manner migi >ciin his heart. What he Thought. A gentleman who held a rosponsibl position under tho United States go\ ;rument at Washington concluded t jliauge his lodgings. He sent one o tho waiters of the hotel where ho ha< jelected his apartments after his bag ?age. Meeting the waiter an honr o two afterwards, he said : " Well, John lid you bring my baggage down ?' "No, sir 1" blandly responded the waiter "Why?what's the reason?" "Be jause, sir, the gentleman in the offio< ??id you had not paid yonr bill." "No jaid my bill?why, that's singular?hi mew me very well when he kept th< jlirard House in Philadelphia." " Well nay be," rejoined John, thoughtful!] icratching his head, " that was the rea ion why he wouldn't give me the bag ?ago ?" Glad to Hear It. Tcolaml in b<>ttar nff flmn nma lukliava^ [ ho volcano-vomited pumice dost thai vRs to destroy the pastures, on the oon rary, makes the grass grow where il lever grew before, and the islanders whc rere threatened with famine are founc lourishing on fish. We are very glac o learn these things, as man attempted >ut little to relieve the threatened want rhioh nature, in her own mysteriom my, removed from the stnrdy peopl< rho woo her in her most repliant fast leases. Items of Interest. T The table of interest?The dinner 1 table. y g Hard thinking tires the body more j than hard work. f Trousers obtained on oredit are a breeches of trust. i Not less than twelve thousand women a are employed in the glove trade in the Y department of the Loire, Franoe, alone, j Russia oontains 12,818,558 children of between seven and fourteen years of . age, and only sixty-nine per oent. attend * school. r "Is your house a warm one, land. lord ?" asked a gentleman in search of a y house. " It ought to be," was the re0 ply, "the painter gave it two ooats rea oently." s The coroners' reports show that three f hundred children are suffocated in bed 1 each year in the oentral districts of Midv dlesex, England; and that most of these ii suffocations occnr on Snnday morning. 1 A young lady who had an offer of marriage from a Mr. Moore, wrote to ? him and asked for. time to consider the matter. The letter was courteous and _ brief, closing with " No more at present." t_ The papers ore making a great stir j over an apple, still plump and solid, ] said to have been picked bj Washington r in 1772, at Portsmouth, N. ZL, and oare3 fully stuck in with cloves and guarded as an heirloom by two generations. * As a young shaver of five or six years 1 was reading in school the other day, he 7 came upon the passage : " Keep thy tongue from evil and thy lips from * guile." Master Hopeful drawfod out: 0 " Keep?thy?tongue?from?evil?and " ?thy?lips?from?girls." ? Atrocious usage of children h? been the practice in the Ohio soldiers' or' phans* home. An official investigation shows that pounding with barrel staves, , blows in the faoe that left disfiguring marks, and other equally severe puniah~ ments, were daily inflicted. Two hundred trains pass daily over the Pennsylvania railroad between New Tork and Philadelphia. A train leaves Jersey Oity every seven minutes, night and day. After the Centennial has r fairly opened it is reported that the |number of trains will be nearly doubled. . (\ The moet trying moment in the life of >f a youth is when he slips, for the first is time, into a barber shop to be shaved, (| and meets his father there on the same a errand. Somehow it takea eome limn a for the parental mind to beoome reoonf oiled to the fact of his hopeful's pin a feathers. e " May they always live in peaoe and 7 harmony," was the way a marriage noe tice should have wound up; bnt the h compositor, who oooldn't read manu i. script very well, put in type, and hor8 rifled the happy oonple by mating it 3 read: " May they always live on peas - and hominy." * A partridge flew through a window, in j? a house in North Greenbush, N. Y., and 1 striking a sewing machine near the wiu6 dow, broke it, and fell to the floor dead. 0 Upon examination it was found that th? ? head of the bird was crashed into a 1 shapeless mass, probably by its contact Q with the glass in the window. ? He was a timid fellow, bnt fond of borrowing John Phenix's jokes; so "6 when she asked him how be felt, he s averaged himself aooording to the h Phemx plan of being very definite, and he said ne felt " about eighty-eigut per t cent." "Indeed," she said, with a de' mure look, "are yon never going to . P^?" e From Punch?Soene on an KngliA ? railway train : No. 1. " Bather remarki able, ain't it, sir f Bat 'ave you hewer o noticed as mostly all the pieces on this \- line begjps with a 'HP " No. 2, "Aw? beg your pardon." No. 1. " Look at [. 'em. 'Ampstead, 'Ighgate. 'Aokney, r. 'Omerton, 'Endon, J Arrow, 'Olio way and y. 'Ornsey." i- A blacksmith in Humboldt oounty, i. California, offered himself as bail for a d prisoner whose trial was put off till the >, next term. V Are you surely worth $600 it above all your debts I" inquired the reoorder. "Why, sir, I hold my wife to be worth $600, without oo tin ting property. " " The oonrt is satisfied; take the bail," replied the recorder, e A pauper in an English poorhonse rer. cently wrote to the guardians that, 0 " Being.shut out from public life," he f wished them to insert an advertisement 1 for him as a horse trainer in the leading English sporting journals. They rer spectfnlly declined. Another, at the , same meeting, asked to be supplied ' "with eggs and wine, as she oould not . eat meat." This was also declined. A harmless, inoffensive beggar ap3 poored in Oconto, Wis., dresaedinrags, . begging from door to door by day, 3 sloeping in the barns at night, and serving as a target for snowballs whenever ? the boys felt sportively inclined. Every7 l;_ nu-.ii- i.. t i uoujr u.ucu mm. ruicu; 110 i uuu uuo 8j ooiftl man, and then it tuned oat that ' the beggar was a Nevada detective. The man he fonnd vu a murderer, whoee trail he had fallowed for ihree yearn, and far whoee arrest a heavy reward was offered, t A oertain pompous judge fined several - lawyers $10 each for oontempt of court, t After they had paid their flnee, a steady > going old attorney walked gravely up to i the benoh and laid down a $10 bilL. I " What is that fort" inquired the judge. I " For oontempt, your honor." " Why, t I have not fined you for oontempt. 8*1 i "I know that," said the attorney, "hat ) I want you to understand I cherish a - secret oontempt for this oouet all the time, and I em willing to pay for it."