Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 29 March 1895 — Page 7

By OHABLEB HOWARD MONTAGUE.

lOarpyrlcht, 1884, by American Proa* Awmnta Uon.1

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"mo morcnanrs nupu ami no imgnc still see his child kept him alive for years, but the time came when the physicians said that he must die. Home weeks before his decease he called his lawyer, an old and trusted friend, to ask his advice in a most important matter. As the result of that advice the merchant for the third time altered his will. The lawyer mistrusted the Jew, but the merchant to the last held blindly to his faith in his integrity. Still the counselor persuaded him easily enough to protect his child in the strongest manner. The will as then framed provided that two-thirds of his fortune should go to his widow, and the other third, with the exception of a stated sum, given to the faithful Jew, was to be hold in trust by the lawyer and other honorable gentlemen for his daughter Ethel. If, at the end of 30 years, sho had not been heard from, her share of the property, which amounted to nearly $500,000, was to go to various charitable institutions. This will was made on April 14,1875, signed and sealed in the presence of witnesses. On April 21 of the same year the lawyer was hastily summoned to attend Mr. Forsythe, who was dying, and who, apparently in perfectly sane mind, told him that, having decided at the last moment again to alter the will, he had done so in a codicil, which ho only desired him to examine as to its legality and force. There could be no doubt about that. The codicil had been added in the Jew's handwriting and was countersigned by three servants in the house, who, in the eye of the law, were disinterested witnesses. It was certainly legal, but the startling nature of the alteration alarmed the lawyer and aroused his darkest suspicions. It revoked the provisions of the previous clause regarding his daughter's legacy, reduced the number of years the money was to be held for her from 80 to 10 and mado the provisional legatee, in the event of her not being found at the expiration of that time, instead of the charitable institutions, the Jew himself. "The lawyer did not let this pass without remonstrance, but the dying merchant refused to alter the testament. 'I owe everything to my good Felix,' he said, referring to the Jew. 'Why should you envy him?' But so certain was the lawyer of the exercise of undue influence upon the merchant's mind that after his death he hunted up a distant relative and persuaded him to dispute the will. The case was tried in court and resulted in a triumph for the Jew. The will held. "Ansel Forsythe died April 23, 1875. The court decided in favor of the legality of the will in October of the following year, and on that day the Jew disappeared personally from the field of war and transacted such business as it was necessary to transact with reference to the trust property in the hands of the executors through his solicitor. Mr. Forsythe's old lawyer naturally drew a sigh of relief when matters assumed this quiet state, from which they did not seem likely to emerge for at least 10 years. But he drew this breath altogether too soon. The moment the status of the will was settled by the court a new complication arose. The same impostors who had before appeared and new ones who had come into the possession of the necessary facts began to impersonate the lost Ethel and to set up successive claims to the property. Most of them were so ridiculous on the face that they did not merit sober consideration. Others were more shrewdly planned and gave the executors much troubla If false witnesses could have perjured their way to wealth, the property would have been wrested from the execntors long ago, but fortunately the Jew's secret was a secret still, locked up in the breasts of half a dozen people whose interests bade them not to speak. When the left foot of the claimant was bared, the chances of success vanished like smoke before a high wind. 7 "'A peculiarity,' said one, 'of this child's ankle renders your claim defective. The real child had a malformation which you do not possess.' So they had brought us cripples and joint diseases by the score. Unfortunately for them, they believed what we told them too implicitly. After the examination by our physician and the positive manner in which be told them that there was 110 foundation for their claims, there were few who dared risk the penalties for perjury by bringing the case to court. Our private tribunal generally settled the matter. The few who dared to risk a legal trial have had the leisure to repent their folly in a prison. But all this took time and work and was expensive. The will expressly stipulated that the costs of research and legal protection should be taken from the trust property tself, and in 10 years these expenses alone have more than eaten up the interest on the money, so that the trust property today does not amount to quite $400,000. "So matters stood on the 21st day of April last past. On that day the slate was clean. There was not an unsettled claim pending. The last Ethel Forsythe had been disposed of, and there was nothing more to be done. Ten years having elapsed since the date of the will and the lost daughter not being forthcoming, Felix Rosenfel had a clear title to her property. The lawyer expected daily a call from his solicitor. The days went by, and he did not come. The papers were prepared, the property was ready, but no Jew. He did not come. In fact, there was a great hue and cry raised about this matter, for the Jew had disappeared as suddenly and completely from his home and his acquaintances as if, unseen and alone, he had, like Elijah, been translated into heaven. He had gone out one night on an errand. He had never returned. "Meantime what was to become of

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the Forsythe property: rnB win was clear and explicit on this point. In case of the Jew's death and the nonappearance of the missing heiress the trust funds reverted, as before, to the charities. The trustees only awaited proof of the Jow's death to lift this burden off their shoulders. Then, like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, a last and most dangerous Ethel Forsythe appeared upon the scene. This girl had been brought up 1 a certain George and Mary Stevenson in the country as their own daughter. They now declared that in her infancy the child had been placed in their hands by a certain Leander Dye, who had paid them rovally for her surmort. An affidavit, sworn out ty Dye Deioro a justice of the peace, averred that he had stolen the child from Ansel Forsythe's house in hopo of a ransom, had been terrified by the results of his deed, and had been afraid ever since to produce her through fear of the Jew. "So far the case was simpler and more straightforward, but not more plausible, than some of its predecessors. But the physician's test threw the executors into confusion. Miss Stevenson's left foot met the requirements of the case. The third toe had been amputated. At once there arose a dispute among the executors. Some were for admitting her claim without further inquiry, but the good sense of the others prevailed, and tho most rigid investigation ensued. A choice list of the best physicians in the city was made up, each of whom was to make a separate examination of the scar left by the amputation and return to tho executors his opinion as to its age. Tho opinions varied greatly, but the average result was certainly of a character to justify our worst suspicions. The general verdict placed the date of the wound within a year, and there was but one voice to the belief that the amputation, instead of being the intelligent and careful work of a physician, was the bungling performance of a person ignorant of the first principles of surgery. The physician who had operated upon the real Ethel was dead, but his standing and knowledge of his profession were undoubtedly of the first order. Here at the outset was a manifest flaw in the Stevenson case, but before it could be followed up information was obtained which let the light in upon the whole mystery. While the executors were getting over the shock of the first astonishment caused by these developments and were preparing to proceed to extreme measures the last of the Forsythe impostures came to a sudden termination by the flight of all concerned in the conspiracy. "Such is the remarkable Forsythe case as we knew it and as the world knew it a week ago today. This is the outer and surface history. I have added a brief statement of the secret history as the events of the past few days have made them known to us. "Ethel Forsythe was stolen by the Jew himself. From the day of her ab­

duction she led a forlorn and unsatisfactory life. She was brought up under the false name of Annette Dye. She traveled about the country, believed and believing herself to be the daughter of a moral coward whom the Jew had succeeded in getting completely under his thumb. She might have been the daughter of that moral coward still had not an accident revealed to her a part of the troth of her situation. She committed the indiscretion of telling this knowledge to her pretended father. He flew with the startling news of her fatal information to the Jew. At first the Jew was paralyzed with fear, but he was too determined and unscrupulous a man to permit the schemes of ylfcrs to be dissipated to the winds without a struggle. He took prompt measures, terrible means, desperate means! "It is perhaps useless to inquire into the Jew's motives for using the precise method for the removal of the heiress from his path to which he resorted. At any rate, he wrote the letter purporting to come from the Hapgood woman and caused the unwilling Dye to aid him in his nefarious work. But he swore a solemn oath to that poor, weak gentleman that his only purpose in bringing the heiress to the sea road was to frighten her a little, and that he would not harm a liair of her head. Think of the utter depravity and unscrupulousness of a mind like that 1 Observe, gentlemen of the jury, the grim humor in the postscript of his letter, in which I10 says, 'I may be late, but I shall not fail to keep my appointment.' "The Jew was a monstrosity of heartlessness. Ho could have chosen no safer method for a deed of violence, as the event proved, and if he had been successful in his search of her pockets for the letter he had written, which she carried in the bosom of her dress, clews to the perpetrator of the assault would have been entirely wanting. But with all his trouble his first attempt was unsuccessful. He tried again. I11 the second trial he was thrown from the window of the rear room of the upper story of 20 Ballavoine place while trying to make an escape by way of the roof. "The investigation into the causo of the disappearance of Felix Rosenfel failed from lack of evidence. The reason lay in the fact that the only person besides the criminal himself who held the clew to the matter would not speak. This person was Mrs. Forsythe. It is entirely outside the scope of this simple statement of facts to enter into a description either of the character or the life of this corrupt and unprincipled Woman. Some time we shall know the whole truth. Already enough is known to make us hold our breath with wonder and horror. This woman led two lives. In one life she was the model of respectability and virtue. In the other she had no scruples and no decency. The mystery is how she was able so long to hide the fact that she played this dual role from the keen and suspicious glance of society. The reason can alone be found in her extraordinary ability and cunning. This woman was a paragon of deceit and duplicity. There can no longer be any doubt that poor Forsythe was deceived even as to her purity. Miss Stevenson is her own daughter, and the

people who brought lier up told one truth when they said that they had always been paid largo sums for the child's boiird, though tho fact that this money was paid Leander Dye, or that he even knew them before tho necessities of the conspiracy brought these precious people together, is entirely improbablo. "Mrs. Forsythe alone knew of her brother's connection with Leander Dye. She alone knew that Mr. Dye had been with him on the day of his disappearance. She alone suspected the truth. The use which she made of these suspicions has already been placed before you. After years of secret hato and fear and bitterness, when tho wretched Dye, in a moment of frenzy at the thought of his own degradation, dared to strike the blow that rid him forever of his unscrupulous master, I10 fell at once by virtue of this very deed under the tyranny of a still sterner hand. From being a tool in the grasp of the man he became a tool in the grasp of the woman, and the woman was less lenient than tho man. "In a private room on the second floor of the Forsythe mansion, on Livingston street, on the 30th day of January last, the unfortunate child, who for the previous two weeks had been known to the household as Mrs. Forsythe's niece, took ether and submitted to be operated upon with a cold steel chisel and a redhot curling iron. Mr. Dye, who assisted at that operation, was prostrated by the effects for days. No more need be said for the fortitude and strength of purpose of the woman who played the dual role of saint and sinner. "On the 1st of June Leander Dye, after placing his valuable knowledge of the facts in relation.to the real Ethel Forsythe in tho hands of the authorities, died at the city hospital. Immediately following his confession the body of a man, which was recognized from some papers in a pocket to be that of Felix Rosenfel, the Jew, was found entangled in the piles beneath the windows of the house at 20 Ballavoine place. "On the 3d of June the executors of the Forsytha will, with the full knowledge and agreement of the representatives of the charitable institutions, which would otherwise have profited by the legacy, drew up the papers that will make over, legally and formally, that portion of the Forsythe estate remaining in their hands to Ethel Forsythe, now Mrs. Julian Maxey, and her heirs and assigns forever.''

The lawyer's voice ceased abruptly, and there was silence in the room. The river glistened in the sun. The summer wind rustled the curtains at the windows.

Miss Maxey smiled. The artist looked in a grave, wistful way at his wife.

As for Mrs. Maxey, there was a bright light in her wonderful eyes.

As Maxey went through the narrow

passage between the two rooms he met his wife for the first time alone since the reading of the lawyer's document.

By the light of the gas jet he could see her bright eyes shining through the tears and a feverish glow rising into her beautiful cheeks. She threw her arms about him in a long and silent embrace. She spoke, but she did not lift her head from its resting place on his shoulder: "Dearest husband, it is all yours 1 For your sake it is the greatest joy of my life!" "Well," said Maxey, "why should you cry about it, then?" "Oh, my dearest husband, I don't know, but I can't help it." 'Neither can I,'' said Maxev. 'Deuce take it, I believe I am as big a baby as you are!"

At the very moment when Maxey gave way to tears Dr. Lamar sat with a grim, contemptuous expression about his lips at his desk, his dry eyes fixed upon a stained and almost illegible bit of writing before him, the reading of which he had just finished. The letter read:

MY DEAK EUSTACE—If

you but knew how

your cruel words when I last saw you hav» tortured me since, you would—oh, I know ycu would—have forborne to utter them. There has not been day nor an hour in my lonely exile since when they have not been with me. Oh, Eustace, 1 did love you, and you have BO cruelly misunderstood me! Are you blind? Can you not see tli»t it was for your sake, for yours alone, not mine, that I fought out that wretched fight for a future? What could 1 do? Unfortunate speculations and unwise management had ruined mine. 1 know how proud and ambitious your mother was. It seemed so easy to retrieve it all by a simple plot which would harm nobody, because they could not know that they were robbed. Besides what are people like these to you and me? For your sake I would have gone through ten times worse and fought, a thousand times more desperate battle than this rather than have had you speak to me as you spoke to me that night in the carriage. But all is not lost. You were beside yourself, and I—I, too, said that for which 1 bitterly repent. You told me that yonr life was ruined, that you had lost your hold upon favor, that your practice was slipping away from you. Come, then, with me and lay the foundations of a greater fortune in a distant place, I will go anywhere with you, Eustace, to the end of the world if need be. No other woman will ever love you as I have loved you. No other friend will ever light your battles and scheme day and night for your advancement and your greatness as I will flglit and scheme. 1 know what my power is over men. It is still great. It will make you great and fortunate above all competitors yet, Eustace, if you will come with me. These are no vain words uttered in a moment of wildness. It is tho solemn truth, for I know it better than you. And I am not penniless, dear Eustace. I have enough left—enough for us both —enough to build upon, and I will make it a foundation for your future if you will como with me, dear Eustace. 1 do not ask you for a sacrifice I do not ask you for a marriage vow I ask you only for yourself and your presence and your love. I will give you everything, myself and all I have, and ask for nothing in return if you will but come with me, dear Eustace. Come oh. come! The light is fading, and I cannot see to write. I am so impatient that you shall get this and understand all that I offer you that I shall hasten to the post with it myself, leaving unsaid BO much that I might say till I shall see you. Do not stop to ana' er it. Do not pause to say goodby to this humdrum life which you will not regret, but come on the wings of love and passion to your

FOSTEU.E.

"What fools men are!" said Lamar within himself. "Time was, I doubt not, when this bit of writing would have filled me with a fever and a fire that would, have burned (lown all before

it. should navo sacrificed everytning

"I should have sacrificed i'vcrythltuj." and rushed like a fool to my doom. Thank God, I am no longer young. No. Matters of this sort shall como into my life no more. I will devote myself from this time forth to my neglected business. I will build up my practice, restore myself to favor and succeed, and then"

He stopped. The thought of a sweet smile, a frank and kindly hand, a warm womanly presttice, in which ho had so often in tho chambers above the river forgotten the worry and euro that oppressed him, stole into his heart, and •orneliow it cheered and comforted hijn.

THE END.

THE BATTLE OF ST. LOUIS.

It WHH Blue Against lJliiolt, but tlio Cadets Were the Victors.

"Attention! Forward, march!" These were the words of Captain Brown of the Manual Training school, Company C, and instantly 50 pairs of heels ranged themselves in a straight line, and 50 blue coated, blue capped, white gloved boys, "dressing to the front," stepped briskly forward. Not one faltering cadet made a misstep, and everything went along smoothly. At that time the thought of possible wars did not disturb the serenity of the occasion, and it is doubtful whether or not the whole Chinese army and a company of regulars could have scared the cadets to flight, but they had no sooner begun to cross over to the south side of Lucas plaoe than a couple of coal drivers, without even so much as a vestige of blue or the sign of a weapon, appeared upon the scene, and as they were anxious to proceed with their load they did not heed the passing soldiers, but ran their wagon straight through the ranks.

Not thus did the prospective warriors propose to be rudely interfered with, and regardless of their military discipline they broke ranks and pursued tho offending coal men. One venturesome boy climbed 011 the wagon, and had it not been for the poorness of his aim I10 would probably have severely injured one of the men with a large lump of coal. Noither were the drivers to be "bluffed," for they also tried to ward off their pursuers by chunks of coal large enough to have built a comfortable fire. And so for a few moments the battle raged, coal fighting coal, blue against black. But it was only for a few moments. It did not take long for 50 large sized boys bent 011 mischief to rout two men, and the drivers were glad to make good their escape. The wagon was quickly taken in charge by the boys, and while a squad was appointed by the captain to watch it the company proceeded on its march as if nothing had happened. The men were pursued some distance, but the best sprinters in the company were unable to get near them.—St. Louis Republic.

LOOK OUT FOR ALLISON.

The Lon( Headed Cincinnati Enqoirer Discusses Republican Politics.

The dangerous candidates for the Republican presidential nomination are Allison of Iowa, Reed of Maine and Ben Harrison. It is the belief among the long headed that within the next year whatever there may be now of strength for McKinley will have been largely dissipated, because it will then be apparent that the Republicans cannot hold the northwestern states with a candidate committed to ultra protection theories.

Dp to about the close of tho recent congress Reed was far in tho lead. Like others, however, who have had the presidential itch, he was forced to a showing which ho would much preferred to have passed over. This was his vote 011 the proposition for gold bonds. The vote, though given no doubt with honest sincerity, lost him perforce a strong following in the far west. It has now drifted away, and the loaders from such quarter are beginning to more than seriously consider Allison.

It is evident that as Reed loses strength Allison acquires it. Ho is, happily, not 011 record with ultra views on either the tariff or silver. It is recognized even by tho 11101*0 ardent friends of tho principle of protection that tho Republican party cannot afford at the next election to mako a campaign 011 radical lines. It is because MoKinley is the apostle of protection that ho is weak. Tho strength is his gentle character, good looks and noisy friends.

Mr. McKinley will also be woakened by tho espousal of his cause by Mayor Strong of New York. Strong is leaning to such a point of independence that neither his friends nor his enemies know how to place him. What is not wanted is such a man in the White House, and to the extent of such influence Ohio's governor suffers.

1UDGK FAIOI.

The wheat never looked better than at present. ®4 Rev. Brown, of Yountsville, delivered a sermon here Sunday, ft**.'.'

Uncle MatthiasElmore and grandson are some better at this writing. 4 Cyrus Little is able to be out again. He had a very serious time of it.

Henry Bell and wife opened up their house to their friends last Sunday. The sick list at this writing is Elbert Hughes, Elbert Hankins, Matthias El more, Gus Musser, John Grav, Oscar Elmore and Mrs. Haley Bell. WBB8S?Ti1K 1

OLD ELI'S FAVORITE SON

A fievelation of the Komantic and Remark' 1) able Career of Lawrence hangs, the Famous Yale Athlete.

C'HAFTER I.

THE NA.MK ANI) FAME OF I1ANOH. A little round stone litv in tho grass in that portion of tho Yale baseball ground which is technically known as loft Hold. Tho color of the stono was blue. Its position was exactly right, and the grass was just long enough to conceal it. Those details had been arranged by fate with Iter usual care and foresight. If the stone had not been round it would have been useless and if tho grass had not boon carefully nourished by rain and sun it would not have concealed the stone, and somebody would have thrown it away.

The decisive game between Harvard and Yule had progressed as far us tho last half of tlit* ninth inning. Yalo needed two runs to win. Two of her men were out, and two were on tho bases. .lack Hangs was at the bat and a responsibility larger than two full moons rested upon his shoulders. Nobody who has not, boon in a similar situation can know how I10 felt.

If an individual with horns and a tail, and carrying a blue ilag as an evidence of good failh, had risen beside Jack Hangs with the presidency of the United States in one hand and abase hit in the other, Hangs would have struck him over the head with his bat for insulting him wiili the suggestion of a choice. Hut that individual did not rise beside Hangs. Perhaps he was out in left lield watching the little blue stone.

The Harvard pitcher tried to remember a short Latin prayer which had.once struck him as a good thing to use in desperate, emergencies. Failing in this he made several good resolutions. Then he launched the ball, lie Imparked to it a peculiar rotary motion which caused it to leap up about a foot just before it got to the batter. This was done for the purpose of deceiving Bangs so that he would cither strike under the ball or send it up into the air. Bangs' bat encountered tho ball with a sound like the crack of a riile. The sphere soared aloft. A dreadful din of voices rising after it seemed to buoy it up. All the pretty girls in blue cried "Yale, Yale!" But as many of their brothers as knew tho game were silent aiul their hearts were like lead.

The Harvard pitcher felt a strong spasm of relief. His "rise" had done the work. Bangs had batted a high fly. The odds at that moment were a thousand dollars to a cent against Yale, for that Hy would drop into left field, where "Infallible" Lee kept guard for Harvard. The pitcher was assure that Lee would catch the ball as lie was that it would not stay up in the sky.

Lee had to run in a little way to get under the descending ball. lie was perfectly sure of it. The game was as good as won. Already the cry of "Harvard!" seemed to be drowning the cry of "Yale!" In the tempest of shouting he distinguished his own name with remarkable clearness. It had rung out like that before in many similar emergencies and a great cheer had always followed it. lie remembered suddenly that lie would never hear that, thrilling cal! again. This was his last effort in any college contest. He had borne the red II on his breast for four glorious years, and this was the end. Well, though it must come, it could not come better. lie was very glad of the final opportunity. He could think of all these things as

THE VAST CIUIWD YKI.I.ED I.IKE .MAI) I'KOI'I.E.

he ran, for the time seemed as long as .i dream. And then lie trod upon the little blue Stone. It caught the metal plate on his shoe and rolled 1 ilee a wheel on the ard ground. He plunged forward and the ball went over his head.

Everybody in tho world cried: ",i ale!" The two blue-logged runners crossed the plate. The game was lost and won. hi an instant the crowd swept over the liekl. Above the frantic throng appeared nine figures borne upon the shoulders of their friends. Kaeh was surrounded by a cheering, struggling mass, and the biggest and the wildest was around .lack Bangs.

But out in the left field, alone, a figure lay upon the ground. It was tho infallible Lee who had failed just when there was no hope of retrieval. They say he sobbed like a child. And he was six feet and one inch tall, and could lift a load of hay. Well, there's a loser for every winner, though wo do not hear so much about him.

In the grand stand, meanwhile, the enthusiasm had been enormous. The vast crowd was upon its feet yelling like mad people. Pretty girls perched upon the seats and screamed aloud. Some of them knew that Yale had won without being told but most of them didn't and they just yelled because they couldn't help it. Among those who saw and understood was a particularly pretty girl named Florence Lorne. She had kept a full score with her own fair hand and had every point recorded, with a few extra errors for the Harvards. For Florence was a Yale girl through and through and wore half a cable's length of blue ribbon

fin

linr dress.

When it was all over she trembled to think how near sho had come to miss-/ ing that glorious culmination. In her excitement sho would certainly have fallen oil' the seat on which she was standing if she had not steadied her-, self by putting her hand upon the broad shoulder ofa man in frontof her. lt.waB a consider ble satisfaction to her that I10 was introduced almost immediately afterward for it gave her a chance to thank him. That was quite unnecessary lor he had been entirely oblivious

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the occurrence,

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Chang, the Chinese giant, ho would not. have felt the weight at such a, moment. "Oh, Mr. Hangs!-'she exclaimed when the apology was out of the way, "wasn't! it perfectly thrilling?" "It was indeed," he rejoined with what remained to him by way of a voice after the cheering. "Did you enjoy it, Mrs. Lorne?"

Tho question was addressed to a pretty, motherly woman who stood beside Florence. "I'm afaid I didn't appreciate all of it," she replied. "Hut I'm glad Yalo won. 1 have a son in college." "Poor Jimmy!" exclaimed Florence/ "1 lo's an outluisiast,, but ho can't play ball. He didn't even make the freshman nine this year." "Perhaps he will develop," said Bangs, sympathetically. "I've known 111011 to fail in the freshman year andi do very well afterwards." "Were you interested in athletics when you were in college, Mr. Hangs?'" asked Mrs. Lorne. "Mother!" Tho girl's tone was full of reproachful pity. "Head your country's history. Everybody in the world has hoard of Mr. Harry Hangs. Ho was the greatest, back-stop Yale ever had, and played football, too. He was the man who broke Harvey Duff's noso in the great slugging game of '80. And that saved the game because Duff was the best ground-gainer that Harvard had. Isn't that so, Mr. Bangs?" "Well, in the matter of Duff's nose," said Mr. Bangs, "I'm afraid I'll have to plead guilty. Tho remainder I leave to the historian." "Mother is just beginning to learn,"1 said the girl, "but sho is doing very well. You must know, mother, that Mr. Bangs' family has been very di»» tinguislied at Yale. They have done more for the university than any other."

Bangs, who had been in high spirits^ became suddenly gloomy. "I'm afraid our day is over," ho said. "My cousin Jack graduates this year." "Can't he go to one of the professional schools?" "He's been through 'cm all. lie's been in college nine years, but he's got to go now. And he's the last, hope of the family." "But there's your In-other!" exclaimed Florence, with sudden recollection. "I hoard that lie was going to enter this fall."

The gloom on Bangs' face became a dozen times darker. "It's a hard thing to speak of," he said, "but I'm afraid my brother is a. total failure." "Oh, what a pity!" exclaimed Mrs. Lorne. "Can't he pass the examinations?"

A grim and mournful smile overspread Harry Bangs' face. "Mother doesn't understand tlieso tilings," said Florence, gently, "or sho would be just as sorry as I am. Can't your brother do anything at all?" "He won't try," said Bangs, bitterly. "He'd rather read Greek." "Oh, what a shame. Can't you do something to influence him?" "That's my only hope. You see the trouble is that I haven't had a chance at him. Every time he's been homo from school in the last two years, I've been away, and I haven't seen him in that time. But I've written constantly and father has done what he could. It's ail no use. Lawrence is big enough, I'm told, and perfectly sound, but he hasn't the head for it. He can't do anything but study. I tell you it's a. hard blow to the governor."

There was silence for a moment out. of deference to Mr. gangs' sorrow. Then the young man said: "It's ungracious to begin an acquaintance by unloading one's burdens. Von must pardon me. On such a day as this I can't help brooding on it. To think that a brother of mine—" ilo broke off suddenly, and turned his face away. Florence was ou the verge of tears, but sho compressed her pretty lips and said: "This simply shan't be. Introduce your brother to me, Mr. Bangs, and I'll talk to him. We'll set Jimrnie after him too. Ah, here I10 comes. He slipped away the instant that run came in to look out for our carriage."

Jimmic Lorne was made acquainted with the famous athlete whom he regarded with veneration. He would have remained there till the following day imbibing wisdom from this eminent authority, but Mr. Bangs discreetly took himself away.

As he walked across the field through the crowd now rapidly thinning there was alight of hope in his face and he whispered to himself: "If my brother could fall in love with such a girl as Miss Lorne it might mako a man of him."

(TO UK CONTJNUEn.)

T1LNKYVIL.I.K.

David Remley has drained his fish pond and got some beauties. Wilhelm is trimming grape vines and fruit trees around town.

There will be a dandy exhibition at the school house EViday night. Howard Nutt & Co. are putting a fine play house back of the barn.

Mr. Rogers and son, of the Vanhook farm, will move back to Greene county. Mr. Williams, it is said, got a carp out of Troutman's pond while frozen weighing 17 pounds.

Joe Morgan has ten milking Jersey cows and one young gentleman cow. Frank Burgess helps with the chores.

John Goben has removed the old front fence and after grading the lot will put up a neat new fence and make a sidewalk.