The Syracuse Journal, Volume 3, Number 43, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 February 1911 — Page 6

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Usually Cautious, He Hastily Bought the Nickel Plate Because It Was Going to Be Sold to Jay Gould. “I wish you could have sgen William H. Vanderbilt upon one occasion when ho thought he was compelled to decide whether he would spend several millions In the purchase of a railroad Dr let it go,” said the late Charles C. Clarke, who was for many years one Df the most intimate personal friends of Mr. Vanderbilt and a vice-president of the Vanderbilt lines. “In order the better to understand the description, I am going to feive you, I ought to remind you,” continued Mr. Clarke, “of the manner in which the Nickel Plate railroad was built. It was promoted chiefly by Gen. Sam Thomas and Cal Brice — we always called him Cal —and we suspected from the beginning that it was* built with the intent, by a sort of genteel blackmail, to compel Vanderbilt buy it. It ran from Buffalo to Chiicago and practically paralleled the Lake Shore railroad. There did not appear to be the slightest necessity for building a railroad there, slnoe the Lake Shore could take care of all the business that was offered. That was the reason why we suspected that the chief object Brice and Thomab had in promoting the railroad was to unload it at a fat profit upon the Vanderbilts. “Just abput that time Mr. Vanderbilt was having a good deal of perplexity on account of the building of the West ijlhore railroad, which practically parallels the York Central from New York cityvto Buffalo; and he was accustomed to declare that he’d be hanged If he’d buy the West Shore, and he’d be d —d if he’d buy the Nickel Plate. Yet he bought the Nickel Plate, almost in the twinkling of an eye; and I’ll tell you exactly how it happened, although a part of the anecdbte has already been published. “One dajr I was with Mr. Vanderbilt In his office when some one brought to him a telegram that had come over the company’s wjres from Buffalo. He opened it and read it, and then handed it :to me. As nearly as I can recollect, the telegram stated that Gen. Thomas and Cal Brice had just left Buffalo in a private car with Jay Gould as a guest, and that they were going to take him on a tour of inspection over the Nickel Plate. “ ‘What do you think of that, Charlie?’ asked Mr. Vanderbilt excitedly. “ ‘I don’t know what to think of it,’ I replied. “‘Well, I know,’ Mr. Vanderbilt cried, as he jumped out of his chair and began walking excitedly back and forth. ‘They’ve got tired fishing for me and they’re going to have Gould make an offer to buy the Nickel Plate

President Who Was Forgiving

William McKinley’s Unfailing Kindliness and Tenderness of Heart Illustrated by an Incident at a Cabinet Meeting. During the entire period that William McKinley was president of the United States, Lyman J. Gage was secretary of the treasury, and as such was brought into close official and personal relations with McKinley. "With the exception of Abraham Lincoln, McKinley, in all probability, had a greater tenderness of heart than any man who has been president,” said Mr. Gage, "and his nobility of mind was the equal of that of any of his predecessors. Let me illustrate by an incident that occurred in a cabinet meeting, and for the occurrence of which I was primarily responsible. "After I had been in the treasury department for some time it was brought to my attention that one of the department’s subordinate officials had dared to write for publication an article that, to my mind, breathed insubordination of the highest degree. Quite naturally, I was offended and indignant, so much so, in fact, that I took the first opportunity to call the attention of President McKinley and the cabinet to the breach of discipline. 1 minced no words in declaring to the president that peremptory removal of the official in question was Justified by his disloyalty and the studied insult he had placed in his communication. Then 1 read in full what the subordinate had written, observing all the while the president seemed greatly interested. "When I had finished, the president was silent for a moment, then he ■aid: " *Mr. Secretary, it seems to me that If this communication is written in a spirit of disloyalty, and if it contains a studied insult, as you believe and de- , clare, then that disloyalty and that insult affects the president of the United States quite as much as they do the secretary of the treasury.’ “'That is precisely my view of the matter, Mr. President,’ I replied. That Is why I "have brought this communication to the attention of yourself and the cabinet. I do not believe that It is right, nor for the best Interests of

and do what he wants to with it That must be stopped.’ “It seemed to me that Mr. Vanderbilt was in a good deal of a hurry: so I said that if Gould bought it he would only get a roadbed and a streak of rust. “ ‘That doesn’t make any difference,’ he retorted vehemently. 'He mustn’t have it We don’t want any more trouble with Gould. I am going to aocept Thomas’ ofTer Instantly, and perhaps Gould will learn before he 1 gets through the tour of inspection that Vanderbilt’s got control of the toad-’ “Cautious a man as William H. Vanderbilt was, and though wonderfully accurate in his forecasts 1 and judgments, as I almost. always found him tb be, he yet seemed to be carried away by this Impulse to buy, and as he did not ask my advice, 1 did not give it. But I felt there was some trick about it all, and I was sure that if he waited, he would get the road for practically nothing. “Weil, that very day he bound the bargain—he was not his usual calm self until he had done so—and he chuckled not a little as he thought of the manner in which he had overreached Gould. But a few days later he catne to me with a woeful face. “ ‘Charlie,’ he said, ‘that was all a trap. They set it for Gould and for me, and they caught us both. Gould

Layman Taught Head of Yale

M. C, D. Borden Showed Arthur Twihlng Hadley How to Raise the Bicentennial Alumni Fund of a Million Dollars. When Arthur Twining Hadley became president of Yale university, being elected to that office at a younger age than any of his predecessors, he knew that one of the most important of the duties that lay immediately to hand was the raising of the bicentennial alumni fund of one million dollars. For it was hoped and expected that Yale would be able to celebrate its two hundredth anniversary not only with formal ceremonies, but by the announcement that a fund of one million dollars had been raised. The young president started out to secuije this fund. What was at first enthusiasm on his part was followed by something like despair, until at last he called upon one of the most enthusiastic of the alumni of Yale, M. C. D. Borden of Fall River, Mass., the largest cotton manufacturer in.the United States. Mr. Borden heal'd patiently the young president’s narration of the difficulty he had met with in securing pledges. “Arthur,” he said, at last, “you are expert authority on economcs and on

the department, to retain in it anyone who is so disloyal and so insulting to the president of the United States. So I desire to receive from you authority for the prompt and peremptory removal of this Insubordinate official.’ “The president looked at me thoughtfully for perhaps half a minute, and then directed his glance at the other members of the cabinet, one after another. So far as I could fathom their opinions with respect to the situation, they accorded with mine, and it seemed to me that the president also reached that conclusion after he had looked searchingly at each of his advisers. At last he spoke: “ ‘Mr. Secretary,’ he said, slowly, *if it appears to you that this communication involves the president as well as yourself, I wish you would let me take it. I will read it carefully, and then, if I find that your opinion of it is Justified, I think I will keep it and forgive the official who wrote it.” “With that,” concluded Mr. Gage, “I handed the letter to the president, who put it upon his desk, turned serenely to other affairs of government, and afterwards, to my own personal knowledge, actually forgave the man who had dared to be insubordinate and to Insult him.” (Copyright, 1910. by E. J. Edwards. All Rights Reserved.) Oldest Frult-Bearlng Vine. Under the headline “Old but Sweet,” a German agricultural paper publishes a description of what he calls the oldest fruit-bearing grapevine in the new world. The vine is on a farm in Roanoke Island, North Carolina, "where it has flourished more than three hundred years. It was planted by one of the followers of Sir Walter Raleigh in 1584, and the history of the old vine shows that it. has borne fruit every year.” In Railroad Local Color. A Santa Fe brakeman wrote this poem and sent it to the company’s publication office: "There was a young lady’ named Fitch, who heard a loud snoring, at which—she took off her hat and found that her rat had fallen asleep at the switch”

had no intention of buying the road; he was perfectly innocent in the matter. Now that we have got it, we must make the best of it, but I am sure that if we had waited we could have got it on our terms, and saved several million dollars.’ “Had Mr. Vanderbilt lived a fe* years longer than he did,” concluded Mr. Clarke, whose death occurred a few months ago, “he would have been gratified to know that, after all, his purchase of the Nickel Plate was a wise venture, for it has proved a most valuable subsidiary to our Lake Shore system." (Copyright. 1910, by E. J. Edwards. Ail Rights Reserved.) To Get Rid of Smell of Tobaoeo. There is no odor more disagreeable than that of stale tobacco smoke and tobacoo ashes. Sometimes a room becomes so permeated with it that it becomes hardly possible for delicate persons to breathe in it. Here is a remedy suggested by an Englishwoman who suffered and overcame: Close the room up well over night, with doors and windows tightly shut, and leave in it a large pail full of water, with a few wisps of straw. For some reason, the water and Btraw together absorb the smoke, and even take up the odor of ashes. Needless to say, all discoverable ashes should previously have been removed and thrown away. By morning the room is odorless, and a little airing will cool it out and put it again in condition for use.

railroad management and accounting. But you have got something to learn about the way to collect a big fund of money. You never will get your million dollars if you continue in the way you have begun.’’ “What, then, shall I do?” the president of Yale asked. “That’s exactly what I am going to tell you," Mr. Borden replied. ‘There’s a good deal of human nature to be studied if you’re going to raise a large fund of money. Now, what you must do first is to get four or five or even six men to say they will contribute the larger part of the fund. When you have got pledges of that kind, you will be astonished to see how quickly other rich men will fall into line. That’s the human nature of giving.” “But where am I to find four or five or six men?” Yale’s president asked. “I am going to show you. I will be one of six men to pledge in all six hundred thousand dollars. You shall have the other pledges within two or three days. Then, when you hava them, you will see how quickly others will join the procession, and you shall get your million within a month.” Here was a new philosophy of life for the new president of Yale. But he knew from Mr. Borden’s manner that it was a correct philosophy. On the day following Mr. Borden met Frederick W. Vandervilt, an alumnus of Yale. “Fred,” he said, “I’d like to have you be one of the six who are going to contribute six hundred thousand dollars for Arthur Had ley’s bicentennial fund.” “It would give me the greatest pleasure,” responded Mr. Vanderbilt Mr. Borden next called upon three other graduates of wealth, and he had simply to repeat the request he had made to Mr. Vanderbilt to get their subscriptions. Then, within a few hours, he called upon James J. Hill, whose sons were graduates of Yale. “I won’t do it,” said Mr. Hill, at first “Oh, yes, you will,” was the reply; and after some further conversation, Mr. Hill offered to give twenty-five thousand dollars. He was told that that wouldn’t do. Then he offered to give fifty thousand dollars, but was told that that amount also was too small. Along in the small hours of the morning Mr. Hill yielded, so that within three days the fund of six hundred thousand was raised. ‘Take that, Arthur,” said Mr. Borden the next day, “and we’ll see if I was not correct.” The young president of Yale, going forth with the pledges of six men for six hundred thousand dollars, found that it was even as Mr. Borden had said. Other rich men stepped up quickly, so that they might be in time to join the procession; and almost before President Hadley realized it Yale’s bicentennial alumni fund of a million dollars was secured to the last dollar. (Copyright, 1910, by E. J. Edwards AH Rights Reserved.) Benefactor, of Mankind. The man who Invented the wheel did much for the convenience of mankind, but we know no more of his identity than did the ancient Egyptians who used his device just as we dot His labor-saving device must have astonished and pleased his fellows, and it may be that it amused them as a toy before they put it to practical use. In Some Cases. “Do you think kissing is dangerous?” "Well, that depends in some oases on the sise and attitude of the husband.” 1

I MRS. FANE’S I I FORTUNE | By CLARISSA MACKIE Chester blew a cloud of smoke into the air and lazily watched it dissolve in the moonlight. From her seat in the shadow of the veranda, Mrs. Fane observed the pale, clear-cut profile of him on the steps. Her eyes lingered on the fair hair, the broad forehead, the straight nose and the thin, sensitive lips, and a sharp sigh escaped her. She turned her eyes to the beautiful garden that lay about Evelyn Marshes house. She looked and envied the girl the possession of the great country estate with its appurtenances of wealth, its horses and carriages, its motor cars and boats, its troops of servants. She quite forgot that these were all that Evelyn Marshe possessed in the world. The girl just out of the schoolroom was without any near relatives. Agatha Fane was her paid companion and Ralph Chester was her betrothed lover. Mrs. Fane’s eyes came back to Chester’s face and in the shadows her beautiful lips pressed into straight hard lines. Once she seemed about to break the silence that had fallen upon them, but stifled a cleverly-contrived yawn instead and the young man opened the way for what she wanted to say to him. “Very inconsiderate of Evelyn to linger so long,” he said with a smile softening the stern lines of his mouth. “You are undoubtedly tired after your long ride this afternoon.” “I am rather fatigued—but you know, Mr. Chester, a paid companion must attend to her duties whether she Is ill or There was a biting flavor in her low tones. “Come now, Mrs. Fane —I’m positive you’re mistaken in Evelyn,” protested Chester, rising and leaning against a pillar. “I’m sure she’s the most tender-hearted girl in the world. I' she knew you felt the least bit

“Very Inconsiderate of Evelyn to Linger So Long." tired after the ride she would dismiss me in a jiffy and close up the whole establishment —pardon me for mentioning it, but she has done it before.” Agatha Fane arose also and posed her slender height with its sweep of soft black draperies in the brilliant moonlight of the steps. She turned her pale face toward Chester and the fire of her dark eyes seemed to strike answering sparks from his cool gray ones. “There was a time,” she said deliberately, “when you would have sprung to my defense quite as readily.” “Agatha!” he said sharply. “You are not just—you dismissed me of your own accord. You preferred Fane —and you know how I, felt about it. You can’t blame me now if circumstances have so altered that it finds ns both here as —” He hesitated and her ready tongue filled the pause. “As dependents—in away,” she said acidly. “1 as a hired companion to a girl whose parents were poor and uneducated and would this day be occupying some menial position in the world if her father had not perfected an invention that made his fortune. You, first as tutor —and now her future husband. No, Ralph Chester, I cannot blame you because a mere chance led you under this roof—butT do despise you because you are marrying Evelyn Marshe for her money!” Bhe flung this last at him with a defiant toss of her head. He laughed oddly. “What makes you say that, Agatha? How do you know that I do not love her?" Her voice was triumphant.* "Because you once made love to me, Ralph—and I have not forgotten! Your wooing of Evelyn has been a fhree —the poor girl never had a lover before you came and she does not know the difference between the real thing and the poor substitute you offer her. That is why I despise you, Ralph; because you have not the moral courage to forego her fortune and marry where you love." Her tone sunk to a tender cadence. "Where do I love?” he asked calmly. She did not answer. Her dark head was turned away toward the dim fragrance of the moonlit garden; it was almost as if in that garden of

roses and lilies and heliotrope, old loves wore calling—calling to them both. Would he never listen again? "Where do I love, Agatha?" he repunted in the same level accents. “Here!” she cried with sudden fttmrpnoss ns she smote her breast fiercely. “Where you first loved, Ralph, where you will always love!” Again she turned her face to the garden that called to her. His harsh laugh broke the painful silence that followed her Words. "Agatha, you force me to remind you of the circumstances of your marriage to Fane.” “I know I married Lee Fane for his money when I loved you and you alone. And I was punished, for he made me miserable and squandered his fortunte so I was deprived of both. Now, now, I would save you from a similar fate.” She waited for his reply but none came. Then with a long-drawn sigh she said: “If money you must have, Ralph, if you will refer to this morning’s newspaper you will see by my grandfather’s will that instead of disinheriting me as he threatened, he has made me his sole legatee—so I am rich! Richer even than Evelyn Marshe!” A girl’s light laugh came from the hall. “Who takes my name in vain?” she called, coming to the doorway where she stood wraith-like in her white gown. “I must crave forgiveness but—to tell the truth I went to my room for a wee moment and fell asleep. I believe it was that long ride in the warm sun, followed by Chloe’s delicious dinner. It’s a sign of advancing age to nap after meals, isn’t it?" She came into the veranda and stood on the edge of the top step, between • them, graceful and dainty in her slimness. The moonlight touched Her heavy hair and silvered it until it became like her purely profiled face, as if done in marble. She was very lovely. Suddenly aware of their unaccustomed silence, she broke the spell of her presence and turned her head toward Mrs. Fane. “I am afraid that you, too, are tired, Agatha? I ought not to have left Ralph for you to entertain.” “I’m afraid we are all rather dull tonight,” said her lover with a forced laugh. “Seems to be a combination of ride, dinner and moonlight.” “I am rather tired,” said Agatha languidly. “If you will excise mel believe I will retire now.” She turned to enter the door but Evelyn’s hand on her arm restrained her. “Wait just a moment, Agatha,” said Evelyn hurriedly; “there is something I must tell you tonight—will you tell her, Ralph?” She stretched out her other arm and timidly touched her lover’s strong white hand. His fingers closed over hers and held them tightly. Agatha witnessing this, moved slightly and freed herself fropa the girl’s detaining hand. “Please tell her, Ralph,” Insisted Evelyn. “Evelyn wants me to tell you, Mrs. Fane, that all of her fortune has been swept away and that she is penniless now. It appears to be a matter of unworthy trustees exchanging her solid securities for flimsy ones with the inevitable result.” Mrs. Fane’s face was invisible in the shadow but her voice was unmistakably one of triumph. “Ah, I am so grieved, Evelyn, dear! How sad for you! Is it not strange that the very day that sweeps away your fortune should bring me one? My grandfather’s millions became mine today.” Evelyn’s congratulations were sincere enough to soften the coldness of any heart that was not numbed with the ache of jealousy. Then, recalling some duty within doors the erstwhile heiress flitted away and entered the house. Mrs. Fane and Ralph Chester were once more alone on the veranda. “Well?” she asked sharply—anxiously. “It is very well,” he said in his deep voice. “And she holds you to the engagements?” “No —she has released me. But I hold her to her word. We are to be married the sooner now that disaster has overtaken her fortune. Her greatest distress was because of the plight you would be in, but your inheritance solves that problem," he said in a friendly tone. “You are to be congratulated.” “Then —then —then—” she hesitated long over the question. “Then, it is not the money after all?” she blurted forth at last. “It never has been money with me, Agatha,” he said sadly. “I suffered once in my life because love was weighed with money, I would never risk my happiness again on the balance of that scale.” For a long time Mrs. Fane stood motionless, one small foot tapping the floor nervously. Suddenly she flung up her dark head and laughed shortly. “I may as well go now,” she said bitterly. Evelyn’s voice came piercinglj sweet down the long hall. "Did somebody call me? I’m coming!” They passed in the doorway; the woman who had gained a fortune and the one who found herself penniless. And the richer of the two was the dowerless one who went straight to her lover's arms in the fragrant moonlight. A Necessity. Fido —Are you very much attached to your master? Bruno —Well, when he puts that great thick chain on my collar, I have to be.

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USE FOR THE NEWSPAPER Story That Contains a Moral It Might Bs Well to Keep In Memory. A little King Charles dog, a pet In a family where he had been the playmate of a little boy, slipped through an open door some time ago and disappeared. Servants and the children of the house searched everywhere, asked questions at all places where It was thought possible the dog might be in hiding, but to no avail, and the animal was finally given up for lost and there was deep mourning in the nursery. One day recently the woman who owned the dog met -a neighbor at a florist’s shop, who had oh a leash a dog strangely like the lost pet, and asked where he came from. “Why, he ran into our house a few days ago, and,we don’t know where he belongs." The dog knew his old mistress and was quickly surrendered. “You might have had him sooner, had you advertised,” said one woman. “And you could have found the owner sooner had you advertised," said the other —and the newspaper man who heard the story added the moral. Granite of the South. When one speaks of granite the mind naturally reverts to Vermont. It is difficult to associate granite with any section of North America outside New England, yet it must now be acknowledged to the credit of the south that Georgia, North Carolina, Maryland and Virginia are producing large quantities of stone of good quality which insures the squth a place in the market at any ra,te. The annual output is now worth about $3,600,000 and the Industry is growing. It may be of comparative interest to know that New England’s output is about $9,000,000 worth of stone annually. Cause Enough. “What’s the bearded lady so mad about?” inquired the armless wonder. “Somebody sent her a catalogue of a safety razor factory,” said the living skeleton. —Chicago Tribune. Great Home Eye Remedy, for all diseases of the eve, quick, relief from using PETTIT’S EYE SALVE. All druggists or Howard Bros., Buffalo, N. Y. The brotherhood of man does mean better wages, but it also means better work. A good way to keep well is to take Garfield tea frequently. It insures good health. Every hear of a pearl being found In a church fair oyster?

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