Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Volume 8, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 June 1877 — Page 4

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THURSDAY, JUNE 14, 1877.

KASSON has been given the mission to Austria. He should hurry across the sea or he may be snatched up as a contraband of war.

IK the pretty Parisian ladies in our city yesterday,—members of the red ribbon excursion,—are fair samples or the effect of temperance in our sister city, live sobriety forever.

SHERMAN seems to be in excellent voice. He can call louder and longer for bonds, than any man in the country. And they flock about him too when he calls, like the hogs from a thousand acre field when Uncle Johnny Williams visits his farm, and lifts up his voice to announce dinner.

RICHARDS lake, in New York State, is suffering from a fish plague. For a week or more the fish in the lake hare been dying by thousands. No cause for this alarming mortality has been discovered, and the people near the lake who have depended upon the fish tor food are getting "alarmed.

ALL of America's great men are going jjie \ye

day. Justice Ward Hunt of the U. S Supreme Court will follow a few days later, and we ire thinking of crossing the big po*d ourselves. The summer in this country promises to be very dull.

PRESIDENT HAYES will go to Boston on the 36th inst., staying there two daj s. While there, he will attend the commencement exercises at Harvard. Hiram Grar.t never attended a college commencement during the eight year9 he was Presider.t. He didn't enjoy them.

A

horse race, or a ride on a a sound steamer with Fisk, Gould and brother-in-law Corhin, was more to his taste.

"THE contendings factions"—this is what the dispatch calls them—of the Republican party in Alabama, called on Attorney General Devens yesterday, to see about some appointment. Devens gave them the good advice to kiss and make up. By the bye, when did the Republican party get big enough to split up into factions? The GAZETTE thought it was too small to divide, and too naughty to split. _!\-

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Yesterday was a lively day for Terre Haute and it was so, especially because our friends from along the line ot the E T. H. & C. railroad, stockholders in that corporation, spent the day here. The example President Collett has set in this matter of bringing all the stockholders on hi9 road to Terre Haute once a year to attend this meeting is worthy the imitation of all the other roads leading mte Terre Haute. It would certainly be a good thing for the railroads as well

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ter of the six daily issues. The W EEK^T GAZETTE is the largest paper printed in Terre Haute, and is sold lor. One copy year, IS, six months,

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lives coming here would interest

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pcopie in cities

may enjoy spending a day in the woods, but the best sort of holiday for people in the country or small towns is to visit a city. Bring them here and let them enjoy themselves. Activity upon the part of our railroad managers in this matter will be greatly to their advantage.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. James Russel Lowell, the professor, author and poet, has been tendered, and has accepted the mission to Spain. No better appointment could have been made than this. He is now, and for many years past, has been a Professor at Harvard College. He is too much of a philosopher to have caught the true spirit of poetry, and his verse not unfrequently reminds one of a dialogue of Plato set to metre. But keen perceptions of right and wrong, and a strong sense of justice «inini«itc and vivify all the subjects which his profound scholorship illuminate and adorn. What his special qualification for a diplomatic position may be, we do not know, though it is scarcely probable tha^ in his wide reading he has not given some attention. As a diplomatist of the School of Talleyrand he would certainly not be a success, his training have been in the better school of which Franklyn was the founder and where words are used to reveal, not conceal thought, and where a straightforward and honest course is pursued. But there is really little real diplomatic business to be transacted between our country and Spain. If the present administration has oo dishonest Santo Domingo schemes like the administra tionof Grant—and it has done nothing so far to make the country institute so

THOMAS A. HENDRICKS who starts for Europe in a few days, will be the first Vice-President of the United States who ever visited a foreign country du— mean a comparison—or casts no covet ring the period for which he was elected ous eye towards Cuba, as it certainly to office. If the rulers of effete mon- should no archys want to look upon a live Vice- any, reason President, let them cast their eyes Hendricks.

there is for our

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on with Spain ever amounting to much. this event., Lowell, ot all our citizens, can best improve his time. He will not be

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abroad. Vice-President Hendricks left his devoting himself to Spanish literature to-day for Europe. President Tilden

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HAVB you contributed any thing yet to that Fourth of July fund? Have you written to your Country Cousin yet, inviting him to come over and bring his relations and friends to help us celebrate the birthday of our Republic?

Have you talked about the matter to everybody you met? Ask yourself these questions before you go to bed to-night, and if they can" not be answered rightly, fall upon your knees and ask the Lord to forgive.you for the GAZETTE won't.

ROUMANIA is a veritable land of the blest. It must be the land flowing with milk and honey. On no other hypothesis can we explain the fact that three hundred and seventy newspaper correspondents are now there. And all these men are there because War has broken out. The GAZETTE hopes they will catch him and give him hail Columbia. And when they are done they might come over here aud help us catch Whitehouse and the measfes, both of whom have broken [out.

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Conkling of New York, leaves on Mon- ready valuable contributions to the literaTir .J

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THE FOURTH OF JULY. At last the Fourth of July celebration has assumed such definite shape and fo.-m as will make its success a certainty. Much still remains to be done in fac^ as yet, little has been done except the making of a good beginning, and a thing well begun is half done. But all the details are yet to be wrought out by the hard work the laborious committeemen. For them the GAZETTE bespeaks a generous welcome at the hands of every citizen and business man upon whom they shall call for a contribution. This labor of raising funds necessary to secure the success of the celebration is not a particularly pleasant duty at its best, but it can be made especially unpleasant if not properly supported and sustained. But the GAZETTE does not anticipate anything of this kind. Among all classes of the community, the greatest unanimity exists upon the point that we ought to have a celebration and one worthy of our beautiful and thrifty city. And now we are certain to have it. This is as it should be. In aid of the enterprise every citizen can contribute, and in an effectual way, too. Our neighbors for fifty miles around must be apprised of this fact, and kept daily informed on the matter. Write letters to them speaking of it. Send them your copy of whatever Terre Haute paper you take, with anything in it relat ting to the forthcoming celebration,marked. In that way you will beat no expense, save only the postage stamp and the labor of mailing it. and a labor or love ought not to be irksome.

If you go out of the city to any of the neighboring towns dsn't fail to tell all you know about the celebration. Tell them it is to be the biggest celebration Terre Haute ever had, and that will fca the truth fon*it is to be. This advice wil particularly apply to that large ar.d most patriotic portion of our community the Commercial Travellers. They had a celebration of their own a year or so ago at their owu expense and an elegant one it was too blessings on their heads'for it and may they do so again, early and often.

condition ofthe county jail is deserving GAZETTEknows they will—put all their lights on top of the bushel to blazon

of serious consideration. It. was preUI BCriUUK

In the pursuit of their vocation they

the Grand Jury on the travel all about. Let them,—but the

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sented to Judge Long yesterday and will forth the facts, so that this coming event be found in lull in another column. Of shall cast a broad band of light before it» present condition and utter unfitness it. as a rcceptacle for prisoners they speak in terms of the strongest condemnation, friends dwelling in all the bright j'oung The

conclusion they arrive at is that a towns tributary to Terre Haute the GAnew jail should be built. All the argu-

And to our country cousins, and our

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ments for this conclusion are forcibly set tenders the liberty of our city. The forth in their report and deserve the spirit and the people say comer Yea, cartful consideration of the commission- come quickly, with your families and ers.

a cordial welcome and

•arry Mid make merry with us.

THE lEBKE HAUTE WEEKLY GAZETTE.

JOSEPH YATES' TEMPTATION.

"Deposit money all right? Fifteen minutes to closing." "Twenty-five," 6aid Joseph Yates, looking up at the dusty old clock, that never varied five minutes the year round, "And here it is in the four packages."

Peter Gale ran it over* briefly. Yates could not tell why, but these were always times of trial for him. If he should make a mistake some day! And it always seemed as is Gale suspected him of keeping something back.

A hard, sharp, shrewd man was Peter Gale, though there wasn't a firm in the city that stood higher than that of Gale & Co. Mr. Fielding, the company, traveled the greater part of the time, and Gale managed the indoor affairs.

It was all right. Gale ^ave a brusque nod. "There's those invoices must be made out to-night "Yes, sir." "There's no sense in such an endless string of holidays, that stop business and get men into lazy habits."

Yates glanced at the clock again. Perhaps the master understood the hint, for he went off grumbling, and the man was left with a good half day's work before him for on Saturday as well, everything must be ready for morning.

He was a rapid and true accountant. Peter Gale knew his value well. He felt that he was worth a higher salary, bu business had not been overbrisk for the last vearor two. although "old Gale" was making money fast enough.

Something fluttered down to the floor. Why, what is this? Barton Casey's check tor one hundred pounds. Yates struck his hand to his forehead in terror. How had he forgotten it

Right in the press of business, an hour ago, Casey had rushed in on his way to the railway. "I'm off to Ireland," lie exclaimed "and though that bill of mine doesn't fall due unMl the second ot January, I'd rather take it up and have it off rny mind. Here, receipt this, Yates. Quick as lightning, man."

He had laid it aside to explain to Mr. Gale. Then in the hurry of making up the deposit it had slipped oat of his mind.

He was tired out mentally and physically. Every nerve had been stretched and strained. The day's work was hard enough, but to do two in one was doubly severe. So his thoughts were slow and half terrified as he stood a moment thinking what had better be done. To confess his negligence would be to almost ruin Gales estimation. And just when he needed to ask a favor too!

He went on with his figures, trying to think of a plausable way out of the difficulty, but Gale returned and night was comingon. He slipped the check in his pocket there was no entry made of it in the day's ledger. He must trust to luck to make it right on Monday.

Gale went round in his stealthy, suspicious fashion. Yates balanced his long lists, made entries, sorted papers. His master chuckled a little under his breath at his slave's rapidity. It would have taken him a week to get through with that amount of work correctly. He stood with the safe door open waiting /or the books.

Joseph Yates had meant to get the check in the safe somehow. A cold perspiration broke out on his forehead, for it now hung over him like a horror. The door shut with its 6harp, mysterious click. Yates reached for his ovcrcoat, fumbled awkwardly, then turned: "Mr. Gale "What now," was the gruff" rejoinder. "Mr. Gale—" and Yates cleared his throat—"I wanted to ask you if you could—or would—advance me a trifle from my month's salary."

His eyes were downcast now, and the lines round the mouth twitched nervously under the soft, brown moustachc. He had nerved himseif to ask the favor for the sake of his wife and children. For himself—well, he would have starved sooner. "I don't do those things Yates, and you know it. I pay a man fairly when his work is done, and not a day before, and 1 pever ask any man to pay me until my money is due. I know you want it for some stupid nonsense, but poor men like you had better save their mon ey. This holiday, business is bad for poor men like yoij."

He clipped off every word just a* a chisel cuts bars of steel or iron with a merciless thud.

Yates turned without another word, Outside the street lamps were burning dimly. The storm was just beginning— fine sleet that blew out of the clouds in spiteful gusts. He pulled his coat collar over his ears, for the bitter wind nipped them, and almost flayed the skin on his cheeks where the curling beard did not keep him warm.

He went stumbling along, thinking. What had he done that misfortuue should follow him, while such men as Gale, who wrung the life blood out of their fellowcreatures, prospered and hoarded their wealth? Gale without a child in the world, and he longing for a crown to buy his little ones some gift. Oh! vihat cruel straits there were in this life, what narrow, pitiless souls to make them severer still. Was there any truth in his boy hood's lessons, in his manhood's beliefs? he had never turned his face from any poor man: he had been so glad to help one another to send gifts at this festive season. Was there any heaven that took these things into account? Was there on this earth -good will to men?"

He was not congratulating himself upon his past good deeds. His mood was too talthless and bitter just now, and he had dons his from the delight o: giving pleasure rather than settled principles. For ten veafs he had been a happy and prosperous man, comfortable in circumstances' generous in heart. During that time he had married, and three children had been born to him. Then came misfortunes, losses, adversity. He had paid his debts, given up his home and its pretty simple luxuries and retired to a lodging. Suppose instead, he had looked out for himself, cheated right and left and been a rich man to-day. The world might have sneered a litile, but it would not have passed him contemptuously, neither would his wile and children be enduring privation.

And a shiver passed over him, but it was not altogether cold. Here in his pockets were a hundred pounds, about which there would not be a question asked for days. He could endorse it easily enough." It was more than half a years salary, and looked like a fortune iO him. He "could go somewhere and take afresh start He was tired being ground down to the eartYi. "Evening paper," sang out a shrill lit­

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tle voice at his elbow, "Oh, please, I want a little money so much!" "So do I, child," he answered, almost roughly, pushing him away

A hundred pounds. A few years ago it would have appeared sueh a trifle. A few years ago he would have thrust a shilling into the little beggar's cold fingers. Not a penny for pleasure or charity.

He had been so scrupulously honest, so careful of his good name, what had it brought him? Next week there weuld be quantities of money coming in. Old Gale was slow at figures, and he could manipulate the books a little, arrange it so that several weeks would elapse before the fraud would be discovered, resign next Friday, and be off to a more prosperous life. Why, how easy it was to be a thief! Thisoue hundred pounds in his pocket had paved the way. He would consider it a loan merely, and presently pay it back to old Gale.

Well, here he was. He stamped his feet, and stumbled by the stairs. The family on the lower floor never sndulged in a hall light save when they expected company. But Bessie opened her door. "Oh, Joe! I thought something had happened. Why, how cold and wet you are," and she kissed the frosty lace. "I walked up." "In this storm? Oh, Joe." "Yes: I spent mv last sixpence for Innch."

He uttered this in a moody, despairing manney "But why did you not take more change this morning."

He made no reply, but taking oft" his coat, stood before the grate-fire worn and gloom.

Bessie Yates looked so bright and cherry in her crimson merino gown with crimped cambric ruffles at throat and wrists, and a few geranium leaves in her fair hair. And the room was so cozy and inviting with the unsalable relics of former prosperity and Bessie's quick eye and fairy fingeis. His slippers were warming in the firelight, and his chintecovered easy chair, gave him a welcome. "You are very tired."

The soft cheek was pressed against his, and the loving arms were rounds his neck.

He made no answer to the question of voice, or still tenderer question of eyes, "Has it been a very hard day?" "Rather," in a slow, weary tone. "Then you have earned vour holiday. Come and have a cup of tea, and we will talk it ever "Earnedit! Yes. But a man like Gale thinks you a mere engine. Not a pleasant word to-night, not a cordial wish. If he could have his way there wouldn't ever be a Sunday. It is true and honorable souls that suffer, and whose place can no more be found Why, we have dropped out of memory and love and friendship, as completely as if we had committed some fearful crime If I had paid half my debts, kept my house and taken afresh start, the world would have thought better of me today." "You are tired and discouraged. Come and have some supper, and then you shall sec whatl have made lor the little ones's holiday present "Poor babies!" "Oh, we have planned to be merry enough," and she laughed gleefully.

Many a time she had beguiled him with her pretty ways, but to-night he could not smile. She broiled him some slices of rare beef, toasted his bread, gave him a saucer of canned fruit, and chatted pleasantly.

When he stayed so late, the children always had their supper and were put to bed, but to night Bessie wished they were up to help her woo Joseph from his despondency and bitterness. "Bessie," he began abruptly, as he rose from the table, "let me run over your house account book. How do we stand?" •'Don't bether your head with it toniarht. I want to show you the children's gifts."

She studied his face for a moment. Something quite new had come to it. A kind of hard, desperate resolve, shadowed by a secret gloom. Seldom had she seen him in such a reticent mood. "It has been a hard month with us," and her smile was unconsciously sad, when she said: "There was the coal and the doctor's bill for little Bits"—the baby's pet name—"and the barrel of flour—one gets so much nicer flour by the barrel for tne same money."

S:ie said this'lingeringly as she brought him her small housekeeping journal, kept in the fashion of a methodical business man. lie looked over the entries and disbursements for three months back. "You have no washerwoman, Bessie." "No I can wash very well myself. It makes less trouble and saves something." lie groaned aloud. His darling Bessie, of whom he used to be 60 tender! "We shall owe nearly six pounds out of the month's wages." "Oh, my darling, we can make it up when summer comes. I am well and strong, and I can't help hoping for better times." "Better times! Oh, Bessie. When one begins to go behindhand "I shall try to be more economical." "My poor de?r girl, you must make a slave of yourself now." "There! Put the bnthering thing away. Now !ook at my gifts!"

She took a large parcel from the closet and unfasten it with an air of triumph. '•There are dresses for Nelly and Rose, made out of my blue poplin that you liked to well. No one would dream that it had been washed, and I made the old velvet do duty again. And are not these stylish Normandy caps? Then I've crotcheted them mittens and leggings. I like to see them look pretty on Sunday, and they do so love to go to Sunday school. And here is Bessie's suit—" "Which cannot be an old dress turned?" •No it is a Scotch plaid circular I had years ago. Isn't it pretty? And loo* at these shoes!"

Two pairs of dainty baots, of thick, pe«.rl colored cloth bound in blue li»r one, and scarlet for the other. •'You did not make them?" "Yes, I did out of scraps left of my cloak, with the tops of those old Frencn boots of yours for soles. Am I not a genius?" "Oh, Bessie and he hid his face. "And look at my dolls!"

They were almost as good as "boughten ones," in their gay dresses. She had marked eyefl, nose, and mouth, giving them pink cheeks and a pretty substitute for hair, "Little midgets, they will be wild with delight." "Oh, Bessie! I was thinking of them

to-night. We were never so poor fore. Not even a penny to spend!" "It is hard! I shall never be converted to the idea that rich people often advance about the poverty being the happiest state ot life, and poor people being from care. The tweet sleep of the laborer is so often quoted, but I wonder how many of them lie aarake planning how they can make ene pound do the work of two! But we have each other and health and taith in Heaven—" "Bessie," he interrupted, "how much does a woman love? How much would she forgive—endure?" "To the end. All things, Joseph— poverty, trial, sacrifice." "'And shame, disgrace?"

She was clinging to him, trembling in every pulse. Oh, not that!" »he cried. "Better the bitterest poverty. It is my one great comfort that you never did anything dishonorable. I would rather be poor as we arc to-day than to think you had wronged one living soul." "He could never tell her how easy the villainy looked to him, how certain the prosperity seemed at the end. Oh, Heaven he could not stay here, studied by her Clear eyes, kissed by her pure lips. Why it would end by making an honest beggar ot him! "You are not going out again, Joe darling—" "Bessie, I must—for a little while.. It is business—something that may better us a bit if I should be successful. "Joe "There sweet wife! Heaven knows you are an angel! I won't be gone long

Somehow she had not the will to detain him. She crouched over the fire, listened to the storm, and prayed—it was all she could do—for her dear one whose heart and hands had always been kept clean hitherto.

The storm was fierce enough. It chimed in with desperate mood. In a month maybe he would be an outsider, a thief, a fugitive, skulking in darkness and dread, a dishonored man. On in the darkness He must think it out now— decide. "Evening paper Oh, sir, please buy a paper!"

There was a lamp-post at the corner, and Joseph Yates caught the poor little waif by his shoulder. "You're the boy I met down in Pine street," he exclaimed. "Don't you know you cannot sell papers this time of night! Run home out of the storm." "Oh, sir! mother—she's starving! And there's a great window full of things down yonder that look so good—so good! Why, the very smell ot 'em's a teast. I can't steal, but, oh, won't some one give me a tew pennies?" "Here," he said "let us try. We will both beg. They are making ready for a great feast. Come along!"

He pulleJ him almost roughlj by the arm over the sleety steps, through the open door, into the light, the warmth, and the spicy fragrance. "Willyou save a poor, perishing soul this night?'' he asked, addressing the group- "Is the love of Heaven within you great enough to keep this child and his mother from starvation

They gathered around and the story was soon told, A small 6um was speedily gathered— ten shillings—and the boy's joy found vent in tears and thanks. "For. you see, I'm not used to selling papers, nor matches, and the other boys run me off. I'd do anything—but steal.''

Joseph Yates looked at the pitiful little mite. Not ragged, nor with the vagrant air of waifs in general. Why, what was there so oddly familiar about the face?

Somewhere it had peared at him with not quite the same look in the eyes, but rousing him to some other sentiment than that of pity.

They walked out together and went to a shop, where the boy displayed the prudence of a market woman. "We've no fire." he said. "I'll carry some wood," sa'd Yates, 1 he 6hop keeper tied a stout string around a great bundle, and Yates shoul dercd it.

On they trudged, up an alley finally, and to a room on the ground floor, clean but poor and very scantily furnished. ''Oh, mother, mother! "I've brought you something to eat, and wood to make a fire, and this gentleman

The child was sobbing on the bed, uttering broken sentences, and then laugh ing hysterically.

Joseph Yates began to build a fire in a mechanical way, thinking oyer his temptation, and whether Heaven had saved him. "Oh, how can 1 ever thank you?" the woman began presently.

Don't," he said huskily, "I have given nothing—nothing, I am a beggar myself, or perhaps worse." "You may be poor, but you have a heart. And poor Will—it's been so hard for him. If he had only one friend!"

Then she raised herself suddenly, and an eager light shone in the sunken eyes "There is a man," she went on, slowly, "Peter Gale by name, in this city—a rich man. Did you ever hear of him?"

Hear of him? I am his book-keeper," he answered, grimly. "If I could see him! He might—

Joseph Yates smiled bitterly. "Don't count on him," hesaid. "He is as hard a6 the nether millstone."

But if he knew he had a child—a son. He used to desire it so much." The head fell back feebly, and the thin fingers grasped at the coverlet.

Yates looked at her in amazement. He remembered now that he had heard some story about Gale's marriage years ago, and that his wife had left him.

He caught the child again and studied the thin face by the lamplight. Yes, that was it—the likeness that had puzzled him so. "His child!" he repeated, in a blind, dazed manner. "His son! and you are his wife?" "Yes," "The kettle boils,'' said Willie "I'll make you some btef-tea. Oh, mother, mother! you will get well."'

Peter Gale's wife and child! What wCre they doing in beggary? He helped the little boy prepare some nourishment for her, and presently he listened to a broken, disjointed story.

How she had been high-spirited, and they had disagreed, until one day she she renounced him and gone off in a fit ot passion. And when her child was born, months afterwards, how she had triumphed in the entire possession of him.

She had a small fortune of her own, which had sufficed her until a year ago, when an unforseen loss had swept it away.

Then she had sold her furniture, jewels sewed a little, but with her failing health, she could not accomplish much.

She had come to London to stay with

a friend until she could decide upon her wisest course, for she was fearful that her injured husband would take the child and disowti her.

Her friend had died suddenly a week after her arrival, and she had gone on in fear and suspense until, as it seemed now death was near for herself "Will he be glad to have his child?" she moaned. "Oh, if I only knew—if I only knew

He gave the poor thing hope, and left her much comforted. Then he vent out in the street once more.

Bessie had watched the hours away in strange affright. Never had she seen Joe in such a mood.

What had happened to him? The fire wasted to ashes. She shivered and drew a shawl around her shoulders.

What if Joe's mind had met with some great strain and he had gone off to selfdestruction?—worse than that she could not think of him.

The clocks were striking nine. There was a step on the stairs, and she opened the door.

Joe came in quietly, kissed her, took off his overcoat and his boots, and sank into his easy chair. He was deathly pale now, with great shadows under his eyes. "Joe!" •'Bessie, darling, have I acted like a brute—a fiend? I've been tempted by the evil one! I had made up my mind to be a thief, for I thought I saw no other way out of my wilderness. Don't cry out Bessie I am an honest man, and will go honestly to my grave. I could never be tempted again after having been snatched out of these depths."

She was crying at his feet. He raised her, kissed her with solemn tenderness, and told her his 6tory.

He put on his coat next morning and wnt to Mr. Gale's. it was a dull, unpretending brick house but warm and comfortable within.

The master sat over his lonely breakfast, his face grave and sterner than ever.

Had he been thinking over all dreams long since come to nothing? "What, now?" he said gruffly, as Yates entered the room: "This," answered Yates, and he laiu the check beside his plate. "You see it came yesterday." "And you—" "It was accidental at first. I mislaid it in my hurry. I did not tell you then, because I wanted to ask a favor, and knew you would be angry at my carelessness. I put it in my pocket, and it became Satan's temptation to me. Do you suppose this paltry hundred would have satisfied me? I knew how easy I could make false entries and repay myself the sum I am worth to you that your penuriousness keeps me out of. I went out in the storm last night, and fought as a man does for his life, and, with Heaven's help, conquered. I found a poor little stray, not yet nine years old, hawking papers to keep himself and sick mother from starvation. In his anxiety even he refused to6teal. And this child that saved me, and made it an utter impossibility ever to touch one penny of yours or any man's money that I have not honestly earned is —listen, Pter Glae—your son, your baby, born less than nine years ago, months atter his mother had left your house. "My child my son. What trumpedup story is this?" "Go and see for yourself-there, 12 James Court. The woman is dying."

Peter Gale's face took an ashen tint. He rose and tottered a few steps, shaking as if with an ague. "Willyou go with me. Yates? I- there are so many impostors. But I should know Margaret's face. Dying?"

What bitter memories surged up in that hard heart only Heaven knew. Yates took his arm and led him alorg. "Here is the place-this door. You have no further need of me. A man and his wife are best alone when they have a 6tory to tell."

Joseph ates went home again. "I shall be discharged of course,"he said to Bessie. "Peter Gale would never forgive such a thing. It's a hard winter, but I can't think Heave.i will let us starve."

He went down to the counting-house on Monday and took his place at the desk.

Peter Gale came and laid the check on his book without saying a word. He had changed greatly since Friday night, looked older and broken, and fearful, as if suspicious that every one he mfet would pass judgement upon him. "Yates," he said, at night, "stop awhile, will you? That was my wife and my chiid—my little boy," he added with a curious tremble in his voice akin to tears,

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can't tell you about the old timess when we were both at fault. Margaret' sorry enough now, and Heaven knows, so am I. She can,t last long, but I've brought her home, and the boy hangs after me and kisses me, I never knew be fore.—"

He paused, and, after clearing his voice and drawing his coat-sleeve across his eyes, continued: 'Yates I've been a hard master, I know, but you're a good man, and I couldn't spare you. I want you to stay and take charge at fire hundred pounds a year—will that do? And I refused you your own on Friday- but here's a gift to make up, for you brought to me—oh, Yates, such a gift as one man seldom brings another. She might have starved before morning. I shall never forget— never, Heaven bless vou, Yates—"

A few tears dropped on Yates' ledger. He opened the folded paper. It was a check lor a hundreJ pounds!

Disease Is An Antagonist

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