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Oy VINGIE E. ROE -^sJaL
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COPYG/C/fT GY POOD, MEAD AUD CO Cl PA HY
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Siletz of Daily’s lumber
ramtj watches a Strang'r mishandle his
ho rat? in climbing the ridge and directs
him to the camp.
CHAPTER TI—Walter Sandrv introdm e*3
lmnseR to John Daily, f..,, man a, * i h
lhllingwortb Dumber Co., or most of it
* HTAPTKR ITI Sandry makes a«••pi,' a*
an« • With tile camp and the u >;
<orne from the East to superintend and
make successful.
•
( HAPTFR TV' Sundry wisely decides to
leave immediate super vision in »h«* harms
of Daily and writes to ids foti i tt
he intends to get a handful «»f the wi^i»b
In the uncut timber of ti e r < n.
CHAPTER V- Sundry gives S!**tz per
mission to ride Black iioit. bit s; 4.e
horse.
( HAPTER VI- Sundry In in er* rg'-my
finds himself no luiniarn, n. p>
to the for* man that hr i . t !. • ir
judgment. Siletz tells Sandry of the
Preacher.
CHAPTER VTT—Sandry discovers tliat
Siletz bears the sign of the Siletz tribe •
ot Indians and wonders what ) ■ v sur
name is. In the flush of a tender moment
he calls her “the Night Wind in the
pines” and kisses her.
CHAPTER VTTT Poppy Ordway. a mag
azine writer from New York, mines t«»
Daily’s to get material for a romano*- of
the lumber region. Hampden of ! <- > el
l«<w Pines Co. wants Sundry to kr p imT a
tract of sfumpag* he claims title to n«t
Pandry thii.ka lie has bought as the East
Belt.
CHAPTER IX - Hampden pets up n
cabin on the East Belt and warns tr< s
passers off. Sandry can find no written
evidence of title to the tract. H s - u
I nil down the cabin. Sandry compares
Siletz and Poppy.
CHAPTER X —Sundry’s and Hampden’s
m-n fight over the disputed tract. Tie*
Preacher stops the tight.
CHAPTER XT Sandry finds that the
d**« d to the East Belt has never been re
corded. He decides to ge t out Tils con
struct first and light for the stumpage aft
; erward.
CHAPTER XTT—Poppy scents trickery
and ttirts with Hampden to gain Tns >n- j
fldence. She tells Sandr\ that H uipl'-n i
Is crooked and that she’ll get him.
CHAPTER XITT -Poppy goes to Salem
in search of evidence ag.jinsf Hampden.
Sundry and Siletz ride to the se- shore I
und Siletz sees the ocean for tin* first
time. Sundry’s men desert him for Hamp
den, who has offered more money.
CHAPTER XTV—Silotz goes to her
friends the Si washes and persuades them
to work for Sandry to save his contract.
CHAPTER XV—Poppy tells Sandry that
sh» has proof of Hampden’s filing bogus
entries in collusion with the commission
er. She sees Siletz and Sandry talking
together and becomes jealous.
CHAPTER XVT—The big timber raft !s
started on its way. hut is blown up and ,
Sandry is dangerously injured.
CHAPTER XVIT Peppy ii -:sts on tak
ing ( are of Sandry nnd c s' * is ' is
promised wife. "No." - . S :**tz. “lie
kksed me and I am ids woman.”
CHAPTER XVTII-Tn Sundry's d Hrfum
b“ gives Poppy a elm to hiss past. * ».i
recover!pr I-ally tells Mm <.f t)« ■
cossful filling of his contract and he : v«
that he is going after Ilai .pden ha
and “Ret him straight.’'
CHAPTER XIX Mri Pally shows Sun
dry Poppy’s not«.s of his delirious tall:
J’oppy plays with Hampden and a s
Sandry when he will let her ime her in
formation to stop the crooked dealing.
He refuses her aid and she tells him she
is going East for a while.
CHAPTER XX-Rack East Poppy finis
that Kindiy held up an associate of a
crooked partner of his father for the !
price of the Rillingworth Lumber Co., the
associate dying the same night.
CHAPTER XXT Poppy goes hack to
Daily’s arjd hints to Sundry that she
knows his secret.
CHAPTER XXTT Sandry Is called Fast
by his father's sickness and is v\ith him
when lie dies.
CHAPTER XXTTT -Sundry sends money
to Musseldorn. in a - iter which 1* ppv
steals and copies Kiietz in turn st• uls
that and other papers from Poppy.
CHAPTER XXIV- To prevent Sundry
from sending East for a lawyer In fi-rht
Hampden. Poppy engages a lawvtr who
betravs her ‘ to the commissioner and
Hampden. Tn the agony of a man be
trayed by the woman lu* loves Hampden (
decides to “make a fight that will be re
membered all along the coast.”
CHAPTER XXV Devastating forest
fires, mysteriously kindled, thr. u'<.n Kao
dry’s holdings and every available man
turns out to fight them.
CHAPTER XXVT-Sandry. hading tlrn
forlorn hope against 4ln fires, wins his
spurs with the lumVicrrnen. who have al- '
wavs held him in contempt as a tender-’
foot.
CHAPTER XKVTh Silefz. f aring for
Sundry's safety, follows him into the lulls j
nnd Puppy follows her.
CHAPTER XXVTJT Pandrv catches
Hampden in the act of starting another
fire At the scoundrel stands at h:iv the'
two girls appear arid .Hint as Hampden
fires at Sandry the Preacher, who at- f
tempt* to make peace, steps in and re
ceive*? the ha 1 let,
CHAPTER XXTX Reforo the Preach
er’s death Siletz discovers that she is his
da lighter.
CHAPTER XXX Hampden and Sandrv
fi lit and K ndrv's leg is broken. Bib tz
raves him from d< >:h while Poppy looks
on helpless The fir-1 surruinfls them all
and Hampden and Poppy go away on the
only available horse.
CHAPTER XXXI.
The Red Death.
So they were left, these two- the
East and the West—alone upon the
mighty pyre of the jumbled peaks.
Only the forbidding spine of the Hog
Pack, running like a great thin blade
high between the red surf creeping at
its base, carried a passage out of the
roaring death. Siletz had planned
tbet the splendid black should make
It first.
hew she turned bn 'dr to the two
men she loved the Preacher, silent
under the shielding ferns with his
lfible and IiIh llutn, Sundry prone upon
the earth, bis face m tbe pine nee
'lea. 81k. passed 1r,m and "knelt heal!»
Pie ether. Her eyes were dim with
the oid look of emotion S ;e bur rl
the white fane and razed lone upon
it The tail of blood had ever held
her to th.a man mystecfouslv. though
both were ipnorant of tne vital tie
iii'ti’oi'n them, the prenrlier beecisc
of t!. dreamy blank in his mind Ripen
‘he tragedy of that far-off day. Silets:
b-cause Kolawmia. wise opyond hi
grneration, had seen how blood takes
to its own. e'-en at its cost. Me had
loved h r m ther and had tried to
make her Indian, though she was
w lie, a wait of the old frontier, and
he ha 1 seen her break her heart and
die.
vi, re, after silent hours bv the
Hr- at. Wiifera ho had re. opted the.
m:-:!e of Destiny and h, d taken irn
hath- I the Proken 8;an and given
her t.. the only white woman he would
trust., Ma Dsi’.y, who took her with
few questions when she ho w he would
not teii her history. So now Sm
j .ked for the first and last time eon
solo;,sly upon her own. Presently she
.eaned over un i kissed him softly, re
iilao ; the feins and rose
! i-its Sanary she stop] d stood »
nomeut gazing around at the nine
holes mat loomed like lean el ghosts
;u the smoke, and sat d-.wn beside
dim. 1 nek in:, her teot with the nge-onl
; oof ion oi the blanket wearers beneath
"d skirl so deeply bad he vi sor! d
the ways of tne dusky peeplo whom
she loved.
She aid not speak.
Wl, n at fast th--- than, bis face
drawn out oi nil r • nb: nee to itse.t.
raised his eyes to hoi she was calm
ns the bids before t! fire. He looked
at her. raising himself on his eibow.
looked long while Knowledge was
hors in him.
So this wr.s the Wert, the world he
had one* thought so unbearable, this
was the wild the untaught, the crude
-this slim forest creature who served
him without question because he had
bought her with a Uwho asked
nothing, who stayed by him to die be
cause she lovi :! him! Who still be
lieved in him despite that other's dec
laration that the was his promised
w:fe! And yonder yen! his world,
his cultured, polished East, riding
down to life and safety, her love for
gotten in t e face ot danger! Yonder
vent 'a ::at he had thought “the best
blood of the land!’’
May, be Had been wrong! It was
here beside tiim, its feet tucked under
it in me,!1 nt s. the savagery i. dden in
its dim black eyes! The last barrier
A Great Black Horse Carrying a Dou
ble Burden.
went down in Walter San dry the last
'a.st s.irmid of proimiie br< k with a
■snap. Ik rolled near anil caught the
hem of her ragged shirt.
"kittle Siil/.!” ha said brokenly,
"oh. 1.it tie .'-‘ li t. 1 M(mt am I that you
should have done this thing!”
Sin* looked down at him and the
rare smile curie up the corners ot the
Ups above the sign.
"You are my man,” she said softly,
“the king of the whole world! You
art the lig1 t on the waters, Sundry,
tin mist m the valleys, the path to
th? feet of Cod! Only 1 have lost my
looting thereon.”
A t' nder wistfillness rang in her
voice. She fell si' nit after h r fash
inn when grant emotions stirred her.
Sundry's eyes smarted under blind
f?'f ti irs. Iks chin was quivering
with the mighty emotions that swelled
his heart to bursting and his scorched
and blackened hands clung, trembling,
to Si lot.::' skirt.
“See. little one! T come at last to
your ‘God above the sea! Take ray
hand that we may go together, and
pray. ’
But the girl raised a calm face to
y e uuspo'iuable heavens- a face in
which all struggle had been staled
where there was neither hope no» fear,
only gn .u content.
“No. she said, "1 cannot pray for
I hav< no mjiiI. 1 have lost it as the
price of love."
The man could not sneak and she
answered the look In his face.
“V. o -vill go t jgether. You have had
no €od. I have forsworn mine. We
will go to hell —it is the right law -
the sure and just. wave of sin,” she
was falling into the £G#te*y Hitde lan
gv.rgo taking on the simple dignity of
the Preacher's way an t manner, "hut
I we will go together, i give my soul
to you. ’
Biting Ids ashen lips Randry rose on
1 his knee and gathered tier Into his
j'. is. He heid her to liitn \vi* all he
t yearning oi his ..it: / heart and
1 hui 'eii his face in her throet.
The dull rumbling ,d~ l broke
‘hrough the howling* of the st'rrn of
'ire that was fa t surging its way to
the cup among the peaks.
* * * * * * . *
ll-d]old the Hog Bask running out
from the jumbled peaks, a blade be
tween the surges tar be!, w. Iiel.o d a
«r at black horse, carrying a double
burden, stags -ring blindly.
See a ou rrnoili mongrel who tugs
at the nun tied lo his collar and
•(••.-.ins to follow the dim trail which
'•alls only to the heavy muzzie hugging*
the earth.
Ar:l listen! A won;un's golden voce,
ahr 11 witn exquisite agony.
”i II Ip! My God! Oh mv
Gen! f ro choking! J can’t .breathe!
Save me! Save me, I'. nipd n \ou
greet bi ut«\ cant you do something?”
In her wildness she turned and struck
the tv.an ip hind her on.! i ke •> >•
Vt;.'w mat her beautiful iiand was red
with th - Hoqd of liirs wound.
As Hampden looked into her face,
r : I'd like a Tireaaca. his I ;d
ev s so I ten id. He knew how slim the
odds (hi t they would beat the flames
to the toor ot the trail Also he knew
in thr* rn aijcnt that they would never
make it,
‘•Yes. he said, swiftly, “there is
Ronie.ttim’ i can do. |le slid of) tlfe
i ' mo. With in-^vy han * he seized
tae skirt Oi the womans gown aud
r pped it from her, tearing It '.Vito
strips which he wound about, her ana
rasicned securely to the saddle horn.
"A hen you come to th' Hog Back
shut yer eyes an’ a or t look down.
He ll take you ail right. Now - Good
bye."
He stepped back, then caught her
arm for one fleeting second.
"Poppy girl," he sain hoarsely, “kiss
me—just once. I’m done for. but i
love you My Clod! Ilow i love yon!
Hut Peppy Ordway shook his band
loose and shrieked to the horse, which
siarted forward with renewed heart
under the Iigtrer load.
Out upon the two foot b’ade of the
Hog Back ert pf ('oosnah, tiis long
body fiat tenet! to the rock, his pale
eyes contracted to pin points.
Rise!: Bolt stopped at the awful
point where the spine left the moan
tain, trembling in every limb, and
snorted with tear. Far below in the
saa of smoke long red streamers
licked up toward them and blaring
torches lighted them like searchlights
But the dog pulled ahead on the long
r> ns as he was bidden to do. He
was going home, faithful, wistful hy
brid that he was.
And the horse was of that fine
mettle which does its best in the face
of danger. -Therefore he shook him j
sell slightly, gathered his feet and j
sH pped out carefully on the narrow
path. Almost fainting, the woman in
the saddle shut her eyes and clung to ,
the saddle horn, every nerve in her
body stretched to the utmost and her .
hr- lit held hard.
Once she swayed, opened her eyes |
unconsciously, and saw the pine tops
lai below where a cross-gust oi wind
blew the smoke abide.
CHAPTER XXXII.
The Blessed Rain.
At camp at. the upper roll way John
Pally was searching ■ ihlly in the |
crowds of silent, exi.w ..'ted men for j
trace ol Sundry, of Silct. and of Miss
Ordway.
His face was ghastly, for love tore
at his heart with double force.
Ma Daily had not seen him for two
da vs and when site met him she said j
straightly:
"S'letz went into th' fire, son, after i
Sundry. That was hours ago. An j
tli’ Jezebel woman went, too."
That was the hardest knock of the '
big man's life and he came near not .
taking it standing, lie staggered as 1
from a blow and looked away to the
inferno they had left at the north— j
the great dun canopy that covered the j
sky.
Then he started on a wavering run
among the men calling for volunteers, j
shrieking hoarsely that two women j
were lost up there and that he was go
ing after them. As lie ran, looking
up, something fell from the hidden
heavens and splashed upon his lace. ;
Jt stopped him in his tracks. Then j
another fell and another, big. plash- I
ing drops that struck him like stones ,
in their portent. They thickened !
swiftly, hr ..ting up the light ashes in i
tiny puffs, and from the gathered men,
busy with rod - all and accounting,
there came first astounded exclama-j
tions ana then, as the drops gathered j
headway, a mightv cheer that r-. nt the j
c overed skies. o< ui ns a heavy clap of
thunder shook the hills.
• 1 tie rams!" they cried, "the rains! ;
The first rains!”
And It was even so. Nature took j
a hand and rent Destiny skulking
from the havoc oi her carnival. The
plac-hip! s turned to a downpour
Among the mountains the effect was
indescribable. The thing that took place
was too big ’or man to gnu p. It was
greater than the fires had been n».
Long sheets of water fell at Swart
the world, slanting from some tilted
a t of the Infinite. They dash (I in
among the canyons, played along the
rldge-sjashed slope and lodge a_d val
(
lev. The smoke was beaten to the
earth in a blanket that spread ovei a
hundred miles and more. It writhed
i and twist' 1 and v,. s lost in the. clouds 1
of steam that tied, hissing. high above
| the Mils. The pods played with the
Coast eoiiTvry. Daily turned hu« face
away from any man and the general
went to the little south room in the
cook-shack for unaccustomed prayer.
The wor'd turned blue with rain as
it had been white with smoke.
Aii! the premies, men, who had
fc’t.'.h' so long and failed tossed thoit
block cried hands in triumph and shout
ed with the last, of their voices.
For an hour, two, it rained until
the black spikes on the devested
slopes were blotted out.
“it’s mighty om:su:i>. a rain's hards
th's specially the , >t rains." said a
man from To' do, or. . tv. "Don't
ever remember one’s hum D'you
Dill?" And Bill d.dn't.
lb rend • in the second hour of the
do. njiiuir. a s*r. iii;-.; procession loomed
out oi the gray-hiu ; sheets, atari Hug
'!.'e men who w i. out in it too glad
to shirk its worst, standing like ducks
in the ashmud.
It was the long, shining body of a
pie at dog, still tapping at the reins
lied to his collar, a dripping black
horse, tireu to the point ot falling, and
a woman who sat j. ncri to the can
tie with strips oi broadcloath, and
whose face was not good to look upon
it oore upon its features the brand oi
too much horror.
They f'l -Ked around her with cheers
anti hands, am! questions that'
tumbled over each oi her. Hut John
Daily thrust them all aside to seize
her wrist and demand word ot Sundry
aiid Siletz.
“Th y're—up behind — the FTos !
Rack, she shuddered as she spoke
that. name. 'VVe found Hampden—set
ting the—tires—with canules. ’
Here there were awed mutterin'"1
“lie hot that--Preacher, li s*,d
A Huddled Heap Lay at its Base.
—the F mf Flelt deed was recorded
all i-'iit but that -tie owned -the
recorder ,
She seemed dull; bent on straight
ening out some tangle. “Sandrv is—a
nan despiti all. Get Hampden—it
—be? anve. No. i dr n't mean -that
Ho- sent me down. The noise was
near done. As she slid down into
Daily's arms she said ly.ith her las’
ounce ol si rongi h but with such com
mandtng spirit that he knew she was
in deadly earnest. “Gel me—a convey
anco at once. I want to ne in Toledo
—tor the—night train—out.'
****** »
Thus it Came that, as night closed
down blue with rain over the tortured
country, two things ot import to the
fortunes or the Jtillingworth and its
owner were taking p*ace. Poppy (Jtd
way stood on the platform of the
dreary station at tlie lost little town
on the backwater, bound for the out
side world and the far cities.
At the same moment yet one more
proeesslon was coming slowly down
from among the peaks, a line oi men—
a long line, for weary as thev were
dozens had followed the foreman into
the wrecked, mud-deep forest—who
bore tenderlv among them two slings.
It was a significant fact tnat scat
tered along that scarecrow line was
every man of Sandrv s old crews who
had gone over to Hampden.
in one sling there swung gently the
still figure ot the Preacher, its Hook
upon its breast, its martial flute beside
it. “itk glinimerin ,s ot the Past tor
gotten, its wistful searchings ended.
In the other lay Sandry, his right
hand clipping two small dark ones
whose owner fudged faithfully beside
him refusing all offers of assistance.
A holy joy was in his heart his lips !
moved noiselessly in the rolling Latin i
of a “Te Deum.' This was tlf hour
for which he had carelessly lea it i
at college.
Pnashamed ho acknowledged the ox
istence of tnat Power which he nad
once denied to Kiletz.
And the little maid who had loaf
her soul for io\o lifted wondering eyes
toward the west ridge, hidden in the
dim distance, where her sanetuarv.
the seven foot fir stump, waited in
vain for her rites of worship.
'lit re v s a wistrol pathos in her
calm acceptance of the mighty price
which had been asked Of her, and yet
she was content. She had offered both
her soul and body, exalted glortlied,
in that she might serve this man.
Where her mud had been there was
n sweeping, burning glorious passion
v.hii.h tw'LUMl' d. her clasp on Sundry's
I
hand. Neither she nor the youne own
er real'zed that they had exchanged
places on the path of life.
The procession, headed by .John
I~>: ily who carried one end of Sandry's
‘dint; 1 was filled with a generous
Joy in that he had found these two
alive, vo o,d slowly down from the
ei;i) behind the Hog Back, penetrating
11 .it fringe of pines at its foot which
had formed the trap. They were now
but hideous blackened shapes, mon
si rs that towered frightfully into the
rain, ih; ir bases smoking here and
there where a bowlder shielded stub
born fires.
CT se along the face of the giant
cliff they pressed, taking the shortest
way.
Suddenly, without warning, they
came full upon a huddled heap that
lay at its base. It was pitifully flat
and broken, as if it had fallen from
a great height, and it bore upon a
shoulder a dreary crimson stain,
washed and widened by the rain
Ltaiiy haited and sent a cry along
the line.
They touched the thing with awed
amaze, turning up in the blue dusk
the heavy face of the Yellow Pines
owner.
Hampden, with the aid of the tow
critic spine ana the sheer depths, had
made good his words. They would
l-t-v.T send him to the chair.
And with the passing of the won
drous tace under the disheveled gold
hait had gone nis last desire.
They hastily constructed another
sling and added one more burden to
the procession.
So at last and forever Walter San
dry came unto his own. There was
yet timber in the Coast country. Tile
Hast Belt was all but free of the
shadow. Those old hidden records
should be unearthed through Hamp
den a boast, or ne would file on it
legitimately nimseif, for that confes
sion ol Frazer's recorded deed would
invalidate the O Connel tiling.
His enemy was gone—in shame and
wrath and dishonor. He had won nis
fight.
1 hat old rnme, done in poetic jus
tice tinner the Right Law oi primal
man, troubled him not at all. for he
saw the glory 01 his father's face,
heard his “I am at peace. ’
Beside him walked that love of
which he had dreamed, the pearl o)
price which he had so nearl. lost in
his blindness. Before him went his
Med friend, big John Daily, whose
heart had shut on its own pain and
opened to him the more.
At the camp waited the white haired
general who was a mothei to him.
Here was his lile from this time
forth, amid the stark forces ot a vir
gin country. The cities were tar : way,
remote.
He had heard the Winds of Hod
upon the Sounding Board of the Hills
and they had shown him Deity. He
was no longer a questioner, an agnos
tic. He had come too close to the
hare heavens.
Thus hr was borne down the drip
ping valley, filled with a vast peace,
content—a Westerner at last.
*******
“Sandy,” whispered Siletz, as the
procession wound up the slope to the
cook-shack, lilting troubled, adoring
dark eyes to his, "will it make any
difference to you that 1 have no soul?
Will my heart do?"
And Sandy could only hold more
tightly the two small brown hands.
THE END.
MAKE MONEY IN SIDE LINES
European Municipalities That Make
Provision to Add to Their Ordl* I
nary Revenues.
There are foreign municipalities as
■well as foreign governments that do
not think it beneath them to add to
their revenues by "a side line or two,"
an exchange states.
The city ol Paris, for instance, in
creases its revenues by a few francs
each year by the cultivation of a little
state orchard in the Luxembourg gar
dens, and the same municipality alsc
takes its share of the receipts of the
Eiffel tower.
A curious revenue accrues to the
city ot Paterno, which makes com
mcrcial use of its snows from the
mountains The Sicilian snow le
brought down at night in baskets and
shipped to the neighboring towns
where it is sold Tor refrigerating pur
poses.
The Greek government has a most
profitable side line in its monopoly in
playing cards, from which it derives a
handsome income. ,
The Russian government once un
dertook, to its profit, to deal in junk,
it was Just alter the Crimean war.
when for months old Iron, shot and
shell were picked up around Sebasto
pol. A regular trade in this Junk
sprang, up. thousands of tons being
sold. Finally it struck the govern
tnent that the idea was such a good
one that it would take a hand it3elf
It thereupon intervened between buy
ers ail'd sellers, imposing a tax ol
about ten cents per hundredweight it J
was estimated that, the imperial gov
enir.ii':,t profited in this way to the ex- ;
tent of $30,000.
LET HIM THINK SO, ANYWAY
Widow Was Wise, and Lever Never
Knew That His Particular Brand
of Hypnotism Didn’t “Work.”
Harold Wlhlits had a great id^a.
"I'll !'.>pnoti>< tb widow and then
pr'pose!" h thought. "It won t take
any nerve then. I can hypnotize peo- -
pic. I used to when J was a boy ' [
So that evening he_ se.id to her.
as he sat on his end of the sofa and
she sat demurely in the middle, "Mrs.
Weevils, Just for fun. you know—tee
he,e—won’t you let me try to hypno
tize you?’’ -
Oh. do!” she aprped, for she was
n woman who was in for anything,
one of that kind.
"You are completely in mv power,
sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep!” chanted
Harold solemnly, and he passed nia
hands foolishly in front of her face.
And io! the fair girl's eyes closed
and her head sank onto Harolds
shoulder.
“Kiss me, I command you!” said
Harold. And obediently she kissed
him. Then, with a start, hair way
through the kiss, she opened her love
ly eyes.
“Where am I?” she cried, three
quarters way through the kiss.
“You're here, engared to marry
me!” cried Harold.
"This is so sudden!” she murmured,
and never told him, though they lived
happily for sixty-seven years after
ward, that she hadn’t been hypnotized
at all.—Louisville Times.
In tha Matter of Opinion*.
The Madras Law Journal of India is
authority for the following: Mr. Faza
kerly, an eminent counsel, was once
stopped by a country gentleman, a
neighbor, who asked him about some
point then very important to him. and
got the opinion verbally. Some time
after the gentleman called on the coun
sel and said he had lost Ji’.bOO nv his
advice, as it was a wrong opinion, the
counsel said he had never given an
opinion and. turning to his books said
he was confident of that. Being re
minded that it was given during a
drive the neighbors had one summer s
day near Preston, the lawyer replied
‘Ob. i remember now; but that was
only my traveling opinion, and, to ted
the truth, neighbor, my opinion is
never to be relied upon unless me cut
appears in my fee book.'
SAY WORKER MISSES MUCH
Many College Presidents Averse to
Students Being Employed While
Obtaining an Education.
Becky Sharp was the first society
woman on nothing a year. She made
the phrase famous and the fact infa
mous. But there are circumstances
under which nothing a year can be a
blessing.
The secretary of the Christian asso
ciation at the University of Pennsyl
vania announces that over JUO Penn
sylvania men are already supplied
with work to help them through their
college year. In other colleges, per
haps In every college, men are being
so aided to get their education. And
a surprising number of these men
have literally nothing a year besides
the income from their work.
There will always be a serious doubt
in the mind of college men whether
working one's way tiirough college
really pays in the end. the Philadel
phia Evening Ledger says. College
presidents have frequently been quot
ed as advising students to borrow
while they are at college so that theiy
minds and their time may he tree for
their college work and pleasures. The
two together make up a college life.
A book education without a social edu
cation is hardly worth having.
The college man who works his way
through misses much, to be sure, in
social contact, in the graces of inter
course with other men. His college is
chiefly a place for lectures and
“exams." The larger education he
gets, in pursuit of his tuition fees and
room rent, is hardly of the polished
and suave kind which college should
bring. It differs not at ail from what
he will meet later on.
College aa a preparation for living
ought to ba broader than any one life.
As a foundation for character it ought
to be brouder than any career. That
is why the man who works his way.
through really loses—because he iden
tities college with life, too soon.
WRONG IDEA ABOUT WORDS
Writer Claims Old Impression That
They Express Thought Is Sim
ply a Delusion.
Our molders of opinion—our preach
ers and politicians and editors and
publishers—are not speaking in order
so much to convince us as to make us
act or vote or feel with them. Their
words are chains of phrases, strung
together almost undesignedly, witli a
view of pulling us to the cause or
party or idea they are supporting.
It is a curious delusion that words
express thought, the New Republic re
marks. Tlie object of most words is
to short-circuit thought. Fhrases like
democracy, liberty, militarism, the
principles of justice and humanity, are
not primary meanings at all. They
are epithets hurled at us to arouse
some desired resentment, or they are
spotlights guaranteed to create cer
tain warm emotional glows of assent
in tlie mind which receives them, it
is the reaction they touch off that
makes them significant, not their
meaning. Words are such deadly
things not because they mean some
thing, but because they get wrapped
up with our emotion and pull it
up with them when they are seized,
in support of the articulate emotion
there may be any number of highly
rational arguments which have come
first, it is the antagonism or tlie glow
of approval, while the evidence has;
growff almost vegetatively around the*
emotion.
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