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•4 I > « » •* «* ABNER DANIEL 9 ; , +H- , ++ , h v B,... WILL N. | HAR.BEN I. Author qf ^ “tlftjltrftlt" ^ Copyright, 1902, HAR.PER. <a BROS. Who PublisN tNe Work in Book F*rm. All RitfbU Reserved - • os.. i( CHAPTER VIII. |FTER the dance Frank H1U- house took Dolly home In one of the drenched and bespat- _ ri ,- r| _ tered hacks. The Barclay residence was one of the best made and largest In town. It was an old style southern frame house, painted white, and had white columned veran das on two sides. It was In the edge of the town and had an extensive lawn In front and almost a little farm be hind. Dolly’s mother had never forgotten that she was once a girl herself, and she took the most active interest In ev erything pertaining to Dolly’s social life. On occasions like the one just described she found it impossible to sleep till her daughter returned, and then she slipped upstairs and made the girl tell all about it while she was disrobing. Tonight she was more alert and wideawake than usual. She opened the front door for Dolly and almost stepped on the girl’s heels as she fol lowed her upstairs. “Was it nice?*’ she asked. “Yes; very,” Dolly replied. Reach ing her room, she turned up the low bunning lamp and, standing before a mirror, began to take some flowers out of her hair. Mrs. Barclay sat down on the edge of the high posted mahogany bed and raised one of her bare feet and held it in her hand. She was a thin woman, with iron gray hair, and about Afty years of age. She looked vjs if she were cold, but for reasons of her own she was not willing for Dolly to remark it. j. ‘‘Who Was there?” she asked. “Oh, everybody.” “Is that so? I thought a good many would stay away because it was a bad night, dut I reckon they are as anxious to go ns we used to be. Then you all did have the hacks?” "Yes; they had the hacks.” There was a pause, during which one pair of eyes was fixed rather vacantly on the to have him plunge in here some day and have your father break out like he does In his rough way. What did Alan say?” “He said very little, but he looked it. You ought to have seen him. Frank came up just about that time and in vited me to have some Ice cream, and I had to leave him. He was as white ns a sheet. He had made an engage ment with me to sit out a dance, and he didn’t come in the room again till that dance was called, and then he didn’t even mention it. He acted so peculiarly I could see it was nearly killing him, but he wouldn’t let me bring up the subject again. I came near doing it, but he always steered round it” “He’s a sensible young man,” de clared Mrs. Barclay. “Any one can see that by looking at him. He’s not responsible for his father's foolhardy venture, but it certainly leaves him in a bad fix ns a marrying man. He’s had bad luck, and he must put up with the ^consequences. There are plenty of girls who have no money or prospects who would be glad to have him, but”— “Mother,” broke in Dolly as If she had been listening to her own trou bled thoughts rather than her mother’s words, “he didn’t act as if he wanted to see me alone. The other couples who had engagements to ta’lk during that dance were sitting in windows and out, of the way corners, but he kept me right where I was and was as carefully polite as If we had just been Introduced. I was sorry for him and .tmd at the same time. I could have pulled his ears.” "He’s sensible, very sensible,” said Mrs. Barclay in a tone of warm ad miration. “A man like that ought to get along, and I reckon he will do well some day.” “But, mother,” said Dolly, her rich, round voice rising like a wave and breaking in her throat, "he may never think about me any more.” he best, "How “ Weil, i »i?i i ti i, \ "i.'OVll 1 1 1 clear, un ,i‘ r the eh t ■ e. •es. “Best V Dui.y it ,.iteci out. can .vui :-ay M .it. wo ,i wee ti" "Dolly . you ari ■> not really ah*),it hi m. . re < iii'r ' Mrs. I’.; face di'i ]>l'o 1 itt.o tlerpe.' •> I'.oti Dolly lo. keel ;! .,,lt i \Vllr after you was born. The neighbors had to feed his children.” “But you loved father, didn’t you?” Dolly breached, in some relief over what she thought was coming. “Well, I can’t say I did,” said Mrs. Barclay. “We had a terrible tiine get ting used to one another's ways. You sec*, he’d waited a good while and was some older than I was. After awhile, though, we settled down and now I’m awful glad I let my father manage for me. You see, what your pa had and what my father settled on me made us comfortable, and if a couple is that It’s a sight more tha<i tie poor ones are.” Dolly stood before her mother, close enough to touch her. Her face wore an indescribable expression of dissatis- favtion with what she had heard. “Mother, tell me one thing,” she said. “Did you ever let either of those boys —the two that you didn’t marry, I mean—kiss you?” Mrs. Barclay stared up at her daugh ter for an instant, and then her face broke into a broad smile of genuine amusement. She lowered her head to her knee and laughed out. “Dolly Barclay, you are such a fool!” she said, and then she laughed again almost immoderately, her face In her lap. “I know what that means,” said Dolly, in high disgust. “Mother, I don’t think you can do me any good. You’d better go to bed.” Mrs. Barclay rose promptly. “I think I’d better, too,” she said. “It makes your pa awful mad for me to sit up this way. I don’t want to hear him rail out. like he always does wben he catches me at It.” After her mother had gone Dolly sat down on her bed. “She never was in love,” she told herself. “Never, never, never! And it’s a pity. She never could have talked that way if she bad really loved anybody as much as”— But Dol ly did not finish what lay on her tongue. However, when she had drawn the covers up over her the cold tears rose in her eyes and rolled down on her pillow as she thought of Alan Bishop's brave and dignified suffering. “Poor fellow,” she said. “Poor, dear Alan!” CARNEGIE AND FRICK. Work Done by the Latter For the Steel Company. VICTOR OF HOMESTEAD STRIKE. This story will be continued in next Friday’s issue. OLD FASHIONED. Uetja n to take $ome flowers out of her hair. Image In the mirror. The other pair, full of impatient inquiry, rested alter nately on the image and its maker. “I don’t believe you had u good time,” broke the silence In a rising, tentative tone. “Yes; I did, mother.” “Then what’s the matter with you?” Mrs. Barclay’s voice rang with Im patience. “I never saw you act like you do tonight—never in my life.” “I didn’t know anything was wrong with me, mother.” “You act queer; I declare you do,” asserted Mrs, Barclay. “You general ly have a lot to say. Have you and Frank had a fulling out?” Dolly gave her shoulders a sudden shrug of contempt. “No; we got along as well as we ever did.” "I thought maybe be was a little mad because you wouldn’t dance to night, but surely he’s got enough sense to see that you oughtn’t to Insult Brother Dillbeck that way when he’s visiting our house and everybody knows what he thinks about dancing.” “No; he thought I did right about it,” said Dolly. “Then what in the name of common sense Is the matter with you, Dolly? You can’t pull tho | wool over my eyes, and you needn’t try it.” Dolly faced alxmt suddenly. “I reckon you’ll sit there all night un less I tell you all about It," she said sharply. “Mother, Alan Bishop was there.” “You don’t say!” “Yes, and asked me to let him take me to church tomorrow evening.” “Oh, he did?’ “Yes; and, as I didn’t want father to Insult him, 1”— “You told him what your pa said?” “No; I Just told him father didn’t want me to receive him any more. Heaven knows, that was enough!” “Well, that was the best thing for you to do.” Mrs. Barclay took a deep breath as If sho were Inhaling a de licious perfume. “It’s much better than for a moment. Tl:en # sl'e faltered: "1 don’t know, mother. I I'm afraid if 1 keep on feeling like 1 do now i'll never get over it.” “Ah, but you'll not keep on feeling like you do now,” consoled the older woman. “Of course, right now, just after seeing how hard he took it, you will kind of sympathize with him and want to help him; but that will all pass away. I remember when I was about your age I had a falling out with Will Despree, a young man my father didn’t like because bis graudfa- tlier had beeu an overseer. And, do you know, I thought I would actually kill myself. I refused to eat a bite aud threatened to run away with Will. To .this day I really don’t know what I would have done if your grandfather hadn’t scared him away with a shot gun. Will kept writing notes to me. I was afraid to answer them, but my father got bold of one and went after him on a fast horse. Will’s family heard what was up, and they kept him out in the swamp for a few days, and then they sent him to Texas. The whole Despree family took It up aud talked scand’lous about us.” “And you soou got over it, mother?” ssked Dolly almost In a'tone of dis may. "Well,” said Mrs. Barclay reflective ly, “Will acted the fool so terribly. He wasn’t out In Texas three months be fore he sent back a marked paper with an article in It about hls engagement to the daughter of a rich man who, we found out afterward, used to keep a livery stable; then I reckon hardly any girl would keep caring for a boy when hls folks was telling such lies about her family.” Dolly was staring studiously at the speaker. “Mother,” she asked, “don’t you be lieve In real love?” Mrs. Barclay laughed as If highly amused. “I believe In a different sort to the puppy love I had for that boy. Then after that there was another young man that I thought more of, If anything, than 1 did of Will, hut he was as poor as Job’s turkey, and my folks was all crazy for me and your pa, who I’d never seen, to get married. I held out against the idea, Just like you are doing with Frank, I reckon, but when your pa como with hls shiny broadcloth coat and spotted silk vest- no, it was satin, I think, with red spots on It- and every girl In town was crazy to catch him and there was no end of reports about the niggers he owned and hls high connections- well, as I say, it wasn’t a week before I was afraid he’d see Joe Tinsley and hear about mo and him. My father was in for the match from the very Jump, and so was your pa’s folks. He put up at our Iiouho with his nigger servant and didn’t want to go about town much. I reckon I was pleased to bare him pick me out, aud so we soou fixed It up. Is>rdy, be only bad to mention Joe Tinsley to me after we got married to make me do anything he wonted. To this day be throws him up to me, for Joe never did amount to anything. He tried to borrow money from your pa What has become of the old fash ioned man who had been married only once? What has become of the old fash ioned woman who expected her chil dren to “mind?” What has become of the old fash ioned man who was always wanting to bet a can of oysters? What has become of the old fash ioned lover who gave his girl a copy of “Lucille” at Christmas? What has become of the old fash ioned woman who said she “backed” an envelope when she wrote an address on it? What has become of the old fash ioned woman who eiplained her pov erty by saylng.an elephant stepped on her pocketbook? What has become of the old fash ioned woman who screamed at the thought of her husband taking out life Insurance, saying that it sounded ivs If he didn’t expect to live long?—Atchi son Globe. Carton • Will*. 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Jump* Howard Bridge, la Doncrlhlna the ('arnriclc Steel Company'* His tory, Draw* a Strong Contrast Be tween the Owner of Sklbo Castle and HI* Former Baslne** Associate. “No great business has yet been built upon the beatitudes, and It is not all cynicism that condenses a negative dec alogue Into a positive exhortation to be successful—somehow.” The above Is from the Introduction prepared for the “History of the Car negie Steel Company” by Its author, James Howard Bridge, who was born In England forty-five years ago, says the New York Herald. He was for a time private secretary to Herbert Spencer and has written much on subjects connected with the study of political economy. Mr. Bridge assisted Andrew Carnegie materially In the preparation of hla book “Trium phant Democracy.” The work, In most elaborate style, has recently been brought out for pri vate circulation by the Aldlne Book company. If it is a labor of love It Is . made certain that Mr. Andrew Carne- ' gie is not the sole object of Mr. Bridge’s ; affections. Throughout some 370 octavo pages the theme runs along without variation —“be successful, somehow”—and In Its application to Mr. Carnegie some very unpleasant material Is presented. The action of the ironmaster toward hls as sociates, particularly Mr. H. C. Frick, through whom, as the work says, “suc cess was achieved, somehow,” discloses some curious ideas of business moral ity. Wall street has experienced a verita ble sensation In the appearance of Mr. Bridge's book. Copies of It have ap peared on the tables of banks and bankers’ offices from quarters un known. It Is a book which must have cost thousands of dollars to prepare, full levant morocco bound, made of beautiful Japanese paper, copiously 11- I lustrated with photogravure plates, all In the highest style of the printer’s art. The first edition is said to have been limited to fifty copies at $100 each, and a second edition de luxe to 450 copies at a cost of about $25. To find such rare and beautiful books Insome cases donations has surprised even Wall street bankers. Surprise has given way to amazement ns in turning its pages the renders have found all sorts of sensations staring them in the faoo. The Innermost se crets of the Carnegie Steel company stand revealed to the light of day. In the history of the Carnegie Steel company one may read Mr. Schwab's statement that steel rails oould be pro duced at $12 a ton at a time they were costing the consumer $28. One may read of a division of profits running as high as 88 per cent to the members of the Carnegie association. Mr. Bridge, the author of the book, was once private secretary to Mr. Car negie. That he writes with a strong bias appears evident from the very in troduction. In tolling of his search for material he says, “I found Andrew Carnegie’s own narrative the least trustworthy of all.” He follows this up with a dedication: "To recall their forgotten services this history of n great business Is dedicated—to the memory of the men who founded it, saved it from early disaster and won Its first successes.” Mr. Andrew Carnegie’s name is not Included In this list. Mr. Bridge’s history of the Carnegie company dates back to 1858, when An drew Klomnn started a small forge at Glrty’s run, In Millvale, Duquesne bor ough, Allegheny. He traces the com- j pany step by step down to the time when It passed to the United States Steel corporation. Great credit Is given by the author to Mr. Frick for hls work In the Carnegie company. As to the growth of the com pany’s earnings In later years and until that preceding Its absorption, the fol lowing Is the result: Net profits of the Carnegie associations, Carnesio Bros. & Co., limited (to 1892), Carnegie, Phipps & Co., limited (to 1892), and the Carnegie Steel company, limited : (from July, 1892): 1889 |3,5i0,000 1896 16,000,000 1890 6,350,000 1896 6,000,000 1891 4.300,000 1897 7,000,000 1892 4.000,000 1898 11,600,000 1893 3,000,000 1899 21,000,000 1894 4,000,000 Plus $4,500,000 reinvested. The work done by Mr. Frick during the Homestead strike forms an Impor tant part of the work. The author draws a strong contrast between Mr. Frick, wfliom he describes aa lighting the battle for the company beset by as sassins, harassed by political Influences and the like, while Mr. Carnegie is fish ing for salmon or playing golf at Sklbo ’ castle. As a result of the strike, the credit of winning which Is given to Mr. Frick, the work says: It Is believed by the Carnegie officials, and with some show of icason, that this magnificent record wa* to a great extent made possible by the company’s victory at Homestead. From that time on the firm profited by the heavy investments it had made in labor saving machinery, and costs got so low that one year when the Carnegles made over $4,000,000 their chief competitor, the Illinois Bteel company, had upward of $1,000,000 loss. The follow ing year the Carnegles made over $8,000. 000, while the Chicago company made only $860,000. By 1897 tho cost of steel rails on cars at the Braddock mill was only $12 a gross ton. Every detail of the hitter quarrel be tween Mr. Carnegie on the one hand and Mr. Henry Phipps and Mr. H. C. Frick on the other Is spread out for public view hacked by documentary ev idence, copies of confidential docu ments, trade secrets, cost of production and the like. 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