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cwilf ' y*" B * f ~~*> CHAPTER X\ll.—{Continued.) Lady Hilda laid her face iq»on lier toothers; she touched the pale brow with her warm, loving lips. Mother, ’ she whispered, “I begin to remember you. I love you, and have nothing to forgive.” There was a strange likeness between the two faces—one wearing the pallor of death, the other rich m youth’s best beauty. “Mother.” whispered Lady Hilda, “let toe send for my husband to see you.” “No. my dear child,” said her mother, ■tarting, “that cannot be. I have not come to drag you down to my level, Hilda •—to*bring shame and disgrace upon you—to humble the pride of those who claim sou now. Keep my secret as I have kept L I only came to see you once more—to hear you call me mother, to kiss your face, and touch with my hand the golden curls I remembered and loved so well. 1 •hall be buried where you can come at times to see my grave, but the story of toy life must not be told. Hilda, swear to me that you will never reveal what you now know.” Standing by her mother’s deathbed, Lady Hilda Bayneham made a vow to keep her secret faithfully and truly, and never to reveal one word of what had passed. “You are very beautiful,” said Magda* len Hurst, fondly, as her hand lingered on the golden curls; “tell me, are you very happy, darling?—does Lord Bayneham love you very much?” Hilda told the simple story of her love —told it with sweet, shy blushes that gladdened the weary woman who gazed Upon them. “Has he never asked who your parents were?” she said. “His mother did,” replied Hilda: “but all that seems to be forgotten now.” “Let it be so,” said Magdalen Hurst; “no good could come of telling the story, only bitter shame and sorrow to you. I gave you that ring, Hilda, on the day I left you. I meant to keep my word, and never see you again, but I could not. My heart seemed to burn with the thought pf you. When I reached England, after that long abseflce, I took no rest until X had discovered all about Lady Hutton f Ward. I heard that Lady Hutton was dead, and that you were married to Lord Hayneham. I had but little money; I walked from London to your home here, pud watched for three whole days at the lodge gate until I saw you. The wild rush of joy comes back to me now. I paw a lady with a lovely face and golden hair: my heart gave one bound, then a •olemn silence fell over me. It wrs you. toy little Hilda, no longer a child whom 1 could clasp in my arms, but grown a beautiful, stately lady. When you came hear I saw your face was like what mine was when the world called me fair. I longed for one word. You gave me a flower; see, all these months I have kept it. Your sweet eyes smiled on me, your voice pierced my heart, and I wonder now that the joy did not kill me. I have •ten you since. I could not leave the place where you lived. I took this room. Ind two months since I fell ill here. 1 have waited impatiently for death, knowing that when my last hour came I should ask for you. and you would come.” “How you have loved me, mother!” said Lady Hilda. “Why did you not send for me before?” “It is better so, darling,” said Magdalen. “You might have betrayed the secret if you had known it. Before the sun pets I shall have gone to rest, and no one but you will ever know who sleeps in the nameless grave provided for me. I should like to tell you now of your father. Let me rest my head upon you awhile.” For the last time Lady Hilda pillowed the drooping head upon her arm. “I loved him,” said Magdalen, “all my life; I love him now. All is clear at the hour of death; I understand him at last. 1 thought he was a hero. Hilda—a grand, noble, brave gentleman: he was simply a handsome, good-natured man. I worshiped him, and he knew it. If he had married some one with sense enough to have seen his faults, and have helped him to mend them, life might have been different to him. He married me for my beauty, Hilda, and I think he loved me. My poor father and mother were proud of my good match. Lady Hutton tried everything in her power to persuade me to break it off. She told me that I should be wretched, and I have rightly punished, for my answer was that I would sooner be miserable with Stephen Hurst than happy with any one else. ] “I need not tell you the story of my married life,” she continued; “I need not Swell upon your father’s sin. He broke I the law’s, and met with his punishment, i The tragedy of my life began after he left England. His sentence was transpor- | tation for ten years. At first he seemed | Heart-broken, and wrote continually, beg- i sing me to join him. 1 had no money and qo friends. Heaven keep you. my child. | from ever feeling a grief like mine when | Lady Hutton offered me money to go to ! my husband, if I would leave you with I her. I left you. He knows what it cost me. You were three years old then, and lovely as a fairy. I went that long, lonely journey with an aching heart. True, I t was going to my husband; but I had left my child. Hilda, at times I used to go j crazy with grief; night brought you back to me in my dreams. “At last I reached the place where my husband was. Many suns have risen and set since then, but the old pain comes back to me as strong and sharp as ever. I had left you for him. but he was not pleased to see me. He had w ritten, pressing me to come, but the very sight of my pale face seemed U vex him. His first question was not of my child or my journey, but what I had done to lose ail my beauty. Did I think he should care to show such a wretched, pining, miserable creature as his wife?

“I answered him not a word, Hilda; the life-bleod seemed leaving my heart. It was for this I had left you. Yet even then, ungrateful, unkind, and unloving as he was. be was still my hero and my king. It took many years of neglect to lessen my love. “I need not trouble you, my darling, with the history of those ten years. To me they were one long martyrdom. Surely heaven has kept count of all I suffered. “The time came when Stephen Hurst was once more a free man; that is eight years since. He was even then handsome. and full of high spirits. “ ‘Maggie,’ he said to me one day, ‘Maggie. you must try and work your way back to England. I am going off to the diggings. You cannot accompany me.’ “I implored him to let me go. I promised to work and help him, but all in vain. “ ‘I cannot be hampered with a woman,’ he said, roughly. ‘Go back to England. My plans are I shell make my fortune at the diggings, and then go home to spend it. If I fail, then I must die there. In either case you would be equally in the way!’ “Then he badetae good-bye, Hilda, and left me alone in that strange land. He took leave of me carelessly and lightly, as though he should return in an hour. “I remember his handsome face, with its careless smile. “ ‘Good-bye, Maggie,’ he said, lightly ; ‘we have not had the best of luck. I think our marriage was a mistake, after all: no good has come of it. Get back to England as soon as you can. and make yourself comfortable.’ “Hilda. n my passionate sorrow I prayed to die. What had I done that such heavy woe should fall upon me? I had but a few shillings. I was alone in a strange land; you. my child, were lost to me. and my husband had deserted me. I did what other women do. I fell upon my face, and cried out for death to release me from all sorrow, and lay me to rest.” Magdalen Hurst paused, as though the sorrow so vividly remembered were fresh upon her, and for some few minutes was unable to continue her life’s history. CHAPTER XVIII. When Magdalen Hurst had sufficiently recovered from the painful remembrances of her past life, she spoke again. “I lived through it, Hilda.” she said; “death had no mercy for me. It took the young, the loved, and happy, but passed me by. “For nearly six years I. worked and saved, so that I might once more return to England. Then came a letter from my husband—a cruel letter; but it had no power to hurt me, for I was long past all pain. He told me his fortune was made, that he had been wonderfully successful in the diggings, and now he was going home to spend his money, and resume the position he had forfeited in marrying me. He said if I applied to his solicitor in London, I should receive a yearly annuity that would keep me from all want or poverty. But I would not touch his money, Hilda —I never answered his letter. “I paid for my journey home out of my little store of savings. I went direct to London, thinking I might gain some information as to Lady Hutton. There I heard of her death, and your marriage. I could not rest until I had seen you; so I resolved to find my way to Bayneham —to look once more upon your face, and then I was indifferent as to what might come. “There was some more sorrow in store for me. I was walking down one of those grand side streets in London, where, they told me. the nobles of the land dwell, i saw my husband, looking young, handsome. and dressed as he used to be when I saw; him first at Brynmar. He was talking and laughing with three or four gentlemen. Hilda, my whole heart went out to him. I forgot his cruelty, his desertion —he was my lover. I saw’ no longer the side streets of London —I was in Brynmar woods, and he. with love in bis eyes and on his lips, was by my side. Hardly knowing what I did, I cried, ‘Stephen! do you not know me?’ “I forgot that my face had lost its beauty—that I was poor, ill-dressed and faded. “He turned when I uttered bis name; a white, savage look came over his face when his eyes fell upon me. He bowed to his friends, and walked hastily away to one of the large, grand mansions near. I followed him. not for money. Hilda — not because he was rich and prosperous—but for love of the handsome face that had once smiled into mine; for love of him who had once loved me. “I followed him up the broad flight of steps: the hall door opened, and 1 stood upon the threshold. “ ‘Stephen,’ I said, ‘speak to me only one word, and I will never trouble you again.’ “For an answer, he called with a loud voice, and a man servant came at his » summons. “ ‘John,’ said he to him. ‘look at this 1 woman, that you may remember her. j | She it an impostor who annoys me. If • she comes here again shut the door in her fare, or call a policeman to eject her.’ “His eyes glistened as he spoke; there | was a hard, cold, cruel look upon his face, | that hurt me even more than his words. He neither spoke nor looked at me, and j I have never seen him since. I turned ; with trembling steps from my husband’s ! magnificent home. I do not remember i how time passed. I asked a servant who I came from the house the name of its master. “ ‘Mr. Fulton,’ he replied; and then I j knew that Stephen Hurst had changed his ; name. “My husband judged me rightly. Hilda. ; He knew I should never claim through • law’ or justice what he did not give me from love. I could have taken revenge; I could have covered his name with infamy; I might have stricken the smiles from his handsome face, and have held him up to scorn and shame; I might have done these things had I not loved him! Even then I would have laid down my life to serve and save him.” The faint voice grew still weaker, and Lady Hilda, caressing the white, beautiful face, prayed her to rest. “I have little more say. my darling,” replied Magdalen Hurst. "I must give

you one Warning. Your father Would like to discover you now. He knows you were adopted by a wealthy lady. I e knoWr Lady Hutton was my friend. If he should hear that you were her ward, and see your face, so like mine in its youth, he will claim you as his child. Avoid all chance® jf meeting him if you can. I hare hqpni that a new and strange gift of foresight comes to the dying. It has come to mo, and I see trouble for you, my darling, from his hand.” “I must bear it, mother, patiently, as you have done,” said Lady Hilda. Then there fell upon them a deep and solemn silence. Death was drawing near; his awful shadow cast an ashen pallor on the face of Magdalen Hurst, and dimmed the light of her eyes. “Hilda, darling,” she whispered, “if there should come to you, as there has come to me, a wonder why I should have suffered—l, so young, so innocent, so unconscious of all wrong—promise me to remember that all those things which puzzle us here will be set right in another w’orld. I shall soon know w’hy my life has been so sad and sorrowful.” As the shadow’ fell more deeply and darkly, the golden head of the young girl lay near where her mother's hand could touch the loved face. Lady Hilda was not frightened; she had seen death once before, and knew’ its power. All fear, all thought, was lost in the one great knowledge that she was with her own mother at last. Hour after hour passed, and the shadow deepened; there were no more w’ords, for Magdalen Hurst’s strength had failed her. Until sight and hearing were closed for this world, her eyes were fixed upon the face of her child, ami she listened to every word that fell from those pure young lips. But when the grim presence stood by her, she made one great effort. “If ever you sbouSl meet him, Hilda,” she murmured, “tell him I forgave him, and loved him and blessed him as I died.” And then the aching, wearied heart was at rest. Death left strange beauty on the white face; the closed lips wore a smile as of one who had found peace. Warm tears fell from Lady Hilda’s eyes as she crossed the white hands over the quiet breast, and smoothed the long veil of golden hair from the white brow*. “Good-bye, mother,” she said, pressing her warm lips on the cold, dead face; “Good-bye. You were lost to me in life, and found in death. Y’ou will sleep well until I join you.” Mrs. Paine came up when she heard the sick woman had ceased to suffer. “I am glad she sent for me,” said Lady Hilda, in a cold, calm voice, that startled her as she spoke; “she nursed me years ago, and I am her only friend.” Mrs. Paine saw nothing peculiar in that, but she wondered why Lady Hilda shuddered when strange hands began to touch the lifeless form. • “Let some one come and stay with you,” she said; “I will arrange all the payments. Let the funeral take place on Tuesday, and let her be buried in the church yard at Oulston. You can attend to it, I presume?” Mrs. Paine was eloquent in her protestations. “She has lodged with me for many months,” she said, “but I do not know her name. What shall I say when I ask for the papers?” A crimson flush covered Lady Hilda’s face. Was she, her beautiful, deeplywronged mother, to lie in a nameless grave? No, it could not be; a plain stone might mark her grave, but those papers should bear no false name, let come w’hat might. “Her name was Magdalen Hurst,” she replied, with quivering lips. Lady Hilda knew’ it would not be possible for her to return to the cottage, if her vow and her secret were to be kept. She bent once more over the quiet, dead face, and kissed the smiling, cold lips. She looked her last at the mother she had known only in her dreams and in death; then she went out, leaving the dead alone. In the same cold, tearless voice she gave her final orders to Mrs. Paine. “Let the funeral take place at tw’o o’clock on Tuesday afternoon.” she said. “I will see you again when it is all over.” Like one in a dream, she left the cottage where her dead mother lay. It was then nearly eleven; she had to walk home and prepare to meet her husband. There was no time to lose; she went through the park with rapid steps. All was silent in the castle; the senants were busy, but none of the guests seemed to have left their rooms. She reached her own apartment unnoticed. When she stood there, with the same dream-like feeling of unreality, there came to her mind strange, solemn words she had read, and had never understood before: “The sins of the father shall be visited upon the children, even to the third and fourth generation.” A Curious Collection. A well-known Leeds banker possesses an immense number of different bank notes issued at various times by banks that have come to grievous smash and which have involved thousands of persons in their ruins. Not alone are bank notes included in this curious collection of relics of broken banks, which must start a world of painful reflections in a commercial community, but also bonds relating to celebrated undertakings which have proved sources of immense loss to speculators, these including “script” of the South Sea bubble, of many of the schemes of Hudson, the railway’ king, and of the Tichborne bond enterprise. So far as the bank notes are concerned, it is astonishing to see what a large number of establishments they’ refer to, and the whole collection represents the names of schemes which have drained the investing public of hundreds of millions sterling. The collector relates that on several visitors who have seen the collection have, on coming to some particular note, burst into tears, for they’ have been directly connected with the ruin wrought by’ the crash indicated by that same note.— Cornhill Magazine. Cycling Watch. A proposed novelty is a cycling watch with a good-sized dial fixed to the handle bar. The rider is thus enabled to regulate his pace without constantly dragging out his own timepiece the depth of his breast pocket. Benjamin Harrison was a close student, and had all the advantages of a liberal education.

WE .MI ST RETRENCH. HOW TO DECREASE PUBLIC EXPENDITURES. Aloni; with a Demand for Lower Duties Tariff Reformers Have Always Urged Retrenchment in National Expenses. Governmental Extravagance. Along with a demand for lower duties tariff reformers have always urged the necessity for sweeping retrenchement in our national expenditures. It is greatly to be regretted that the late Congress was unable to escape from the bad precedent set by Czar Reed’s “billion dollar" Congress, and cut down a great many unnecessary appropriations. But the fact may as well be admitted that economy Is not popular in Congress, simply because it is not popular with the country at large. The people talk economy, and the politicians of all parties promise to be economical, but neither people nor politicians really want smaller appropriations. As an abstract theory everybody says: “Certainly, I want to see our national burden of taxation reduced.” But when it comes to a question of log-rolling for each community or selfish Interest economy is whistled down the wind and everybody goes in to grab all they can for themselves or neighbors. This country is so great that by the time eaeb has received an appropriation, the total annual expenditure has grown to an enormous sura. The alarming growth of governmental extravagance in recent years is largely due to the idea that indirect taxes are not paid by anyone in particular. anil that anyway, spending a great deal of money is good for the country. The vigorous protest against the income tax showed clearly that while men will pay a tariff tax amounting to 20 or 30 per cent, of their income, a proposition to directly tax incomes 2 per cent, will raise a lively row. The lesson Is that if all taxes were direct it v/ raid not be so easy to get money to be uselessly squandered. As for the notion that the government’s spending money taken from the people is a good thing, it is only necessary to point out that if the money were left in the pockets of the people, they eoultl spend it for some useful purpose, Instead of having it practically thrown away. Under present conditions it Is useless to argue for lower tariff duties unless we convince the people that direct taxation would lead to a general protest against all sorts of government corruption and extravagance. A flout Deficit and Such. An esteemed Ohio contemporary, the Portsmouth Blade, which worships at the shrine of McKinley, observes: “The Wilson bill has caused a deficit of fifty millions of dollars, and labor will have it to pay. Oh, yes, the poor man’s blanket comes cheaper; but what does cheapness amount to without the money in the laborer's pocket to take advantage of it?” What is a deficit? And what causes it? The people who pay into the Federal Treasury the money to keep the government running, it would appear, have not paid enough by fifty million dollars to meet the expenses for the current fiscal year. The fifty million dollars which the people have not paid therefore, remains in their own pockets. If the government be obliged to borrow, it pays no more fur the use of the money than its use is worth to the taxpayer. The taxpayer, therefore, loses nothing from the interest charge. No harm comes from a temporary deficit, to a government in good credit. If the money, however, have been used for extravagant or needless purposes, that is another consideration. In the case of the United States nearly half tlie revenue of the Treasury is paid out for pensions. There is still another view of the matter. Mr. Jay Cooke, a Republican financier of authority in the good old greenback days, declared that "a national debt was a national blessing.” There are thousands of good people who are still possessed of the notion that a fiat debt, payable nowhen and nowhere, is a thing altogether lovely. This doctrine is unsound: it cannot be denied but that there Is one element of advantage in a lean Treasury. Deficits are breeders of economies, precisely as fat surpluses are incentives to wild expenditures. Economies don’t hurt. The Portsmouth Blade should deal a little more fairly with its readers, and not try to pull the wool over the eyes of laboring men by making them think they have been cheated because the taxgatherer has failed to call upon them for all his due.—Philadelphia Record. A Reversible Picture. Frank R. Stockton once wrote a funny story of an artist who painted a peculiar picture. When hung right side up it was a morning scene, with the rising sun reflected in a woodland lake. Turned upside down it was changed into a twilight view, with the sun going out of sight. A similar picture has for a long time Wien painted by high tariff orators and editors. Holding up a daub entitled “McKinleyism,” they point out the beautiful high prices in the foreground. "These,” they say. “are the effects of protection. By shutting out foreign goods with a high tariff wall, we enable the home manufacturer to get higher prices. Because of his higher prices he can pay higher wages, people can then afford to pay more for goods, and thus everybody is benefittod." Then, suddenly flop! goes the picture. and the high tariffite resumes. “This gorgeous work of art by the illustrious Mr. Chromo, is intended to represent an era of lew prices, caused entirely by high protective duties. By shuttingout all foreign low-priced goo-ls we greatly stimulate our home industries. The result of this home compet-

| tition is to put prices lower than they I are already. In this way everything is I made cheap, and everybody is helped.” 1 Summed up. the argument for protection amounts to two principles: First, it makes wages higher by raising prices; second, it makes goods cheaper by increasing competition. You pay your taxes and you don’t get your choice. Protection and ImmigrationTile R* v. Madison C. Peters, of New York City, is a euri.ms preacher of the doctrine of “Peace on earth; good will among men.” In a recent sermon he declared himself in favor of protecting the American capitalist with a tariff, and of suspending all immigration until all the men now in this country have found work This idea of shutting out the people who want to come here and add to the wealth of the country by helping produce things is’frequently heard among high-tariffites these days. They realize protection does not help the workingmen and so are taking up the anti-immigration fad as a new scheme to hoodwink the people. But it is rare to find a preacher of the gospel who professes the restrictionist theories so boldly as does the Rev. Mr. Peters. It is hardly necessary to explain that immigration is not the cause of hard times. This country is far more prosperous and wages are higher now than forty years ago, yet since that time we have received over 8,000,000 immigrants. Each man who comes here able and willing to work is a direct benefit to the country so long as all the opportunities for employment have not been filled. And who is there will pretend that all the work of this country has been done? Are there not lands to clear and cultivate? Forests to convert into lumber? Coal and iron in vast deposits to furnish iron and steel? Surely there is no lack of opportunity for men willing to work. The real trouble has been that under a foolish tariff system, which restricted foreign commerce, our industries have lacked a market for all the goods they could produce. The industrious foreigner who came here expecting to settle on our vacant land and raise crops found hims -If so taxed by the tariff, and foreign trade so hanqiered by protection, that he could not compete in the markets of the world. The skilled workingman found factories runniug with all the men they might employ, because the home market for goods was glutted and tariff taxes on raw materials made it impossible to send goods abroad. The result has been that Instead of going out on farms, where they would become consumers of our goods, or going to work in factories, of late years immigrants have swelled the number of the inemployed. The remedy for tills state of affairs is the adoption of a tariff policy which will make farming profitable, and give wider markets for our industries. Then we shall be able to welcome every honest willing workmen who comes here to share the privileges of American citizenship. And we shall not find clergymen preaching a gospel of selfishness, ill-will and restriction, but of the brotherhood of all mankind. “Crushing Industry,” The Crane Company of this city, one of the largest in its line the world over, lias voluntarily advanced wages to its employes by 10 per cent. The company was never doing a larger business. There was no demand on the part of its employes for more pay, but the company concluded that it was fair, considering the present condition of its affairs, to give its wage-earners a larger share of its profits. That step toward commercial freedom which was taken by the Wilson bill does not appear to be erushing anybody. We were told that it would prostrate industries and reduce labor to a woeful condition. Such does not appear to be the effect On the contrary, greater activities arc manifest everywhere, and with the increase in earnings come 'arger employment and added wage. The Wilson bill is a winner; a mascot, not a hoodoo.—Chicago Chronicle. Can’t Write It Down. The Home Market Bulletin, a protectionist publication, has issued what may be termed a symposium of high tariff comparisons between the conditions of textile industries in April, 1893, and April. 1895. It is a very depressing statement, in sharp contrast with the hopeful and promising statements that have recently filled the columns of the newspaper press. But even the Bulletin concedes that the volume of production and the wages paid are only 5 per cent, below the average condition when McKinleyism had full swing and had wrought its perfect work. Business in the United States is getting better, Protectionist journals will soon give up the attempt to write it down.— Philadelphia Record. An Accurate Answer, An always anti-Democratic newspaper which sometimes masquerades with the Democrats says of the Ohio Republican platform: “When the Republicans say that the present administration has inaugurated a policy looking towards free trade, which has deranged business, crippled our industries, distressed our homes and dealt labor a serious blow, what can Democrats reply?” If they don't care for circumlocutions they can say that it is a lie. This is the shortest and the most accurate answer. And it applies with equal pertinency to the most of the Foraker platform.—New York Wo Id. Boom in the Ir 'n Business. The Bulletin of the Iron and Steel Association remarks that in all its experience in dealing with the iron trade it has never known wages to be advanced with such general good will on the part of the employers as at this time. The obsei vation is Interesting as showing the spontaneity of the present boom in business.—Boston Herald.

A COLLEGE COURSE. ’ Its Value to Young Men Discussed By Dr. Depew. How much of practical value is to be got from a college course by a young man about to engage in business or a profession has always been, and will continue to bo, a mooted question. It is generally understood that Chauncey M. Depew believes in the modern university, and that he is in about as close sympathy with the college student to-day as when he was himself a student at Yale. But while Mr. Depew believes that the college bred young man has much the better chance in the race of life, still he does not consider the college training of these times altogether faultless. In a recent interview in the New York Herald Mr. Depew says"In one respect the graduates of 1895 are far behind those of 1855. Few of the boys who .will leave college this year will be good talkers. They may be as good thinkers as those who were gradually four decades ago—better, for all I know. They may be able to grasp business and scientific problems as readily, but they will not be nearly so capable of telling what they know or what they think as the older chans. W hy ? Because of the decline of the debate as a means of training. There were debating societies in college when I was a student, and all the brightest men belonged and took part in the discussion. Nowadays few college students would think of stooping so low as to belong to a debating society or of engaging in a set discussion of any problem I regard this as a national calamity, which, however, is mitigated to some extent by the fact that, while the debating club has been practically abandoned by the college boy, it has been taken up by the workingman. who, by its use, as he could by no other means, is clarifying his mental vision as to certain matters. “As to the advantage of a college training in everyday business and professional life,” Mr. Depew went on, ‘ there is to say. in the aggregate, indeed, a great many of them, who seem to get through life as well without the knowledge and training acquired at a college as if a full course had been taken. Yet it is my opinion that these men, even those of marked success, would have done better had they been college wr- - CHAUXCY M. DEPEW. trained. They might not have risen higher, but the rise would probably have been easier, and, on the whole, more satisfactory to them. To the average man the college course is extremely variable. It teaches him how to use his mental powers: how to reason from cause to effect and back arain; how to concentrate his engines; how to adapt himself quickly to suddenly changed conditions. Whoever would succeed in real life must get his training somehow, and in my judgment it is better to get it in college than while ‘sweeping out the office.’ If the ‘ sweeper out’ gets ahead of the college boy in business, in his profession, or in public affairs, depend upon it, it is because of superior native ability, harder work or greater endurances. It is in spite of the lack of college training, not because of it. I know that as a rule the great corporations of to-day choose heads of departments mostly from the ranks oi college graduates holding subordinate places, not because of the mere possession of diplomas by the graduates, but because the college man so often displays more ability, sounder reasoning, better judgment and quicker decision. But the young man who cannot get to college should not be discouraged by this state of things—he should work and study all the harder. ■’ As a matter of fact,” continued the speaker, “almost any young man who really wishes to do so can go to college. It is as easy to work your way through now as it ever was. “ Physical training? Ido not believe it is overdone except in a few cases—so few, indeed, as to be hardly worth considering. There are some in every college class who carry athletics and gymnastics to the extreme. But for the mass, I believe the present system has wrought wonders. When I went to college few students took physical exercise at all, and beyond an occasional farmer’s son, who had developed his bones by pitching hay and walking in the furrow behind the plow, most students were Bible-backed and hol-low-chested. Now, however, it is not so. The average college graduate of to-day has a broad and deep chest and plenty of muscle, and stands up traight. He is physically superior to most men he meets, and his extra bodily strength will be found to be of substantial advantage through life. If the young college man of to-day only knew how to talk he would be invincible.” There are at present 3,000 languages spoken by the inhabitants of the globe, whose religious convictions are divided bet ween 1,000 different confessions of faith. The number of males is nearly equal to the females