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"New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Frautar—snorrnrlnr.
Henry Markham, M. I‘., had ac.
ccpted an invitation from his politi-
cal friend, Sir. George Howard, to his
country house. As the visit was more
political than private, Mr. Markham
brought his private and political secrc
fury, John Warrington, with him. An
important measure was before the
House. and a division was expected to
take ])l2l<'f3 immediately. Sir Gcorgc
rcprcscnn-rl,lnnd. Mr. Markham capi-
tal, and \\':irrington know more about
both than either. Beside, Mr. Mark-
hzim was vivaciously engaged on a
work dealing with bimotallism. War-
ringfon had ideas on the subject. and
Mr. Markham believed in these so far
that he had decided to put his own
name to them.
“Wurrington.” he explained to Sir
George, "is a deuced clever fellow. He
works up my speeches. You see, I ’am
very busy, and upon my soul, I could
not do them better myself."
This statement was scrupulously
true. .‘.!r. Markham and his secretary
achicvtul immediate and merited un-
1';opularify with Sir George Howard’s
household and guests. Markham was
ignorant. ill-bred and arrogant. The.
secretary was a man of undoubted
natural gif'ts——he was highly educated
and bad a fine literary style—but ho
was lacking in the savoir-vivre that
makes civilization worth while. A‘
strong character, he wanted that pre-
cise mental adjustment necessary to
those who make the best of life as if
is. and leave the conduct of life as it
ought to be to remote posterity. War-
rington‘s apparent indifference to his
own and chief‘s social failure was
pure aff’ectation. Ho wasmiscrnbleand
tried to disguise his emotion by an
overdone cynicism, and a preposter—
ous interest in bimetallism. llo
ivorkcd night and day at Mr. Mark—
ham‘s book. with only an hour off in
the afternoon for pistol practice—bis
sole recreation. .
Miss Marion Howard, Sir George‘s
daughter and mistress of his house,
was at first civil to the private and po-
litical secretary. It was her duty. Bi-
metallism she earnestly believed to be
a bore. though a harmless one, but
when she discovered the bimotallist
was also a socialist, she was not sure
that she ought not to send for the po-
lice. The secretary‘s fate was sealed.
IIenceforth there must be a. great fa-
boo. Warrington was a dangerous
character. But the great division was
still in the future. The dangerous
character" ust perforce be tolerated
for the pr .ent. A committee of pub-
lic safety was meantime organized. Its
president was a public school boy, and
its action was worthy of its president.
One evening the secretary was stroll-
ing through the grounds. thinking
about bimetallism and other firings.
In a dark corner of :1 shrub-bordered
path be stumbled over the outstretched
legs of :1 man lying on the grass. \Vai'«
rington apolr’igizcd, but the man was
not z‘mpeascd. Ills coarse face. enor-
mous rnus'clcs and whole sot-up could
hardly be. mistaken; he was :1, prize
lighter, or should have been.
would accept no apology.
“I have apologized.” said \‘Varring-
ton; "what more do you want?"
“I want to know if, as you think
yonrsclf‘ .‘l mun, you'll out up your
lives?“ .
"No.“ said \Yarringfon; “I won':.
But I'll tell you what'l‘ll do."
He put his band into his hip pocket
and snatchcd out a. short, black object
with a barrel, which he pointed at the
man's face.
"If you advance :1. single Slop l‘ll
put a bullet in your skull."
The man fcll back. There was a
slight movement in the. Shrnbbcny.
VVarrington noticed it.
“Observe," he said sharply. “You
think I could not hit you in the head in
this light? See me take lhat branch
offll‘hc yew!"
He pointed thepistol straight at the
densest growth of nndorwood. ’l‘hcrc
was a. hasty scuamble and the sounds
of running footsteps, The pugilist
again gave ground.
‘G-o!” said “'arrington. “And if ever
you molest me again I'll fire and think
the matter over afterwnrt ."
In the smoking room that evening
Warringfon was reading and smoking
a. cigar, when young Charlie Telford,
the president of the committee. ex-
claiincd.——- .
"What do you think of a sweep who
draws a revolver on an unarmed
man?" -
“That. he is a sweep." came so unani-
mously that it was evident the scene
had been rehearsed.
\Vnrrington'did not appear to hear.
“What do you say, Warringtou?"
Telford asked, pointedly.
“It depends,” replied the secretary,
“upon what the unarmed man is doing
If he was inoffensive,
the man with the gun was a criminal
ruffian.” . -
“Suppose the unarmed man was of-
fensive?" ‘ -
“Then the man with the gun was an
ass." -
“For what?"
“For not tiring.”
“Ob. indeed! Perhaps under the
same circumstances, you would have.
fired.” . I .. :
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" W b y, certainly.”
"'l‘hat‘s curious,” broke in two or
three, "for they say that you yourself
were molested this evening and that
you didn't fire.” ' ‘
"l was molested, as you say, but it
wasn’t necessary to fire, fortunately for
me, as I had not got a gun.” .
"We won’t haggle over the word gun.
It is certain you had a pistol.”
"Oh, dear, no,” said \Varrington.
knocking the ashes off his cigar. “i
had only a pipe case.”
Te subject was 'dropped, and with it
the private secretary. When Miss
Howard received the report of the com-
mittee she laughed immoderately. S .
they had had their trouble for notl.
mg. At the same time the girl did no
fin-give the secretary certain sins (
omission. He had treated her fror
1120 first with marked indifference. Sti”
rillf‘ was glad of the overthrow of th
committee. She wanted to be her 0w;
executive.
Bliss Howard told her best girl f‘riem
that she began to hate the sccretar:
hmrfily on his own merits. Shc of'tcl
met him as he was entering or
leaving the castle for his daily walk.
\Vhen she was wearing a new or‘par
ticularly attractive gown she was cer-
tain to meet him. This coincideDCc
was without exception. The secretary‘s ‘
tired face began to brighten as she
passed. Her antipathy was really less
violent than she had described it to her
friend. But he was still contumacious.
He had not yet bent the knee, and did
not seem likely to do so.
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Mr. Markham’s visit was near ly over.
The last evening had come. .\ skat-
ing party had been ilnpl'oviM-d. All
the guests except the :f-cretary were
on the ice—t1 lake the miles over a
lonely moor. VVarringt..n went. there
too, but only to look on. He did not
care to join the skaters. They did not
care either. One, perhaps—but that
would anticipate. As the chning ad
'aand snow began to full. It. came
gcntly at first, and the, skaters enjoyed
it. It dulled the sharp ring of their
skates into a muffled rumble as they
sped over the fast-coating
clung in delightful little frosty fila-
ments to the eyelashes of the girls and
whitened the mustachcs of the men.
It was grand. Then the snow king
changed his mind suddenly. llc sent
forth his tempest in a momcnt. The
little flcccy fiakelets were f'ol‘lowcd by
blinding drifts. Darkness covered the.
land and an impenetrable snowfall
the skaters. Racing blindly for the
lake shore they found banks here and
there in detached groups; sometimes
three or four together. hand in hand;
often one by one. blinded. dazed, do
moralizcd.
The secretary sat on a tree stump by
the bank and watched, careless of his
snowy jacket. The thing interested
him—nothing more. llc told himself
that he did not care a straw if the
whole party, man, woman and child.
perished in the drifts. Still he waited
persistently. He did not tell himself
for what. At last he rose. Just then
a muffled hum of a pair of skates
sounded far out on the ice. The sound
waxed louder and fainter alternately.
Like the traveller in a primeval forest
who has lost his way, this skater was
moving in a circle. Let him circle till
he perished. She must now be well
on the way to the castle. But—~duty!
\Varringfon put his two hands to his
mouth and sent a deafening shout
across the ice. A faint cry answered
back. He shouted again to indicate
the direction. Then he. heard the sound
of skates plowing through the deepen—
ing snow straight. for him.
swerved to the right.
“This way!" Warringfon roared from
the shore.
In (on seconds Miss Howard fell cx:
baustcd into his arms. It was impos-
sible. to keep the snow off her. Ilc
could only.wait until she had recovered
brcntb. and then \villioni :1 word of
apology hc took her up in his arms
and carried her to the partial shelfcrof
a bell of nndcrwood. The cold bo
cnmcinfc-nsc. Wa rringfon soon sawthat
bcf‘orc shc had even recovered strength
Ibo girl's circulation was running
down. She must be kept moving or
she would freeze to death. Sbc was
already half asleep. Fortunately he
had a small flask of brandy that the
housekeeper of the castle had pressed
upon him when he started. He forced
some drops into the girl’s lips, and
when she partly revived said sharply:
“Now then! March!"
“I cannot move a stop.
I cannot get breath.
snow!" l; ~
Ilc shook her reughly. She would
not stir. I-lc burdened his heart. and
struck her in the face with his open
hand-s. She only moaned and hid her
head upon his shoulder. He tried to
cover her from the awful do’wnf‘all,
which momentarily increased. Then.
failing in this. he burst out. passion»
:lfcly:
"Listen to me. Where areyour
friends gone? Why have they desert—
ed you?" (’l‘hey had not really missed
her.) "Do you hear me? I am going
to stand by you, and won’t you even
try to move?"
I am faint.
This awful
~"l cannot; save yourself," she
inonncd.
"No. I am not that sort. Now,
then’"
He raised her in his arms, and slow-
ly ploddcd through the snow. He had
trumped that. pathway often. and
knew it well. But the snow was ter-
rible. Down it came, thickening
every minute. lIt beat him soon. He
was knee deep in it, and he. was off
the track. When he discovered this by
the uneven fo-oting' underneath the
deep coating, he stopped. Warringfou
was no coward, butIhis heart failed
him. He was physically incapable of
carrying the girl farther. No shelter
was near. The girl herself was abso-
lutely exhausted. He appealed to her
again. '\ "
ice. It-
The sound‘
N QRWALk - o AZETTE“
“Could you not try to walk a bit
' just to rest me? I can ’do no more; dr
try.” .
"\Vhat’s the good of trying?” sln
answered, feebly. “It is impossible
Why don‘t you leave me? I want tr
sleep; I want to die.” '
"That’s where the trouble
don’t want you to die.”
Again he struggled forward. Some
shelter must be at hand; some help
must be near. If neither one nor the
other—well, he could take a leaf front
the book of the dainty little patriciar
he carried in his weary democratic
arm's. He, too, could die game; and
so. forward! The snow was worse
than ever. The girl by a great efiorl
aroused herself and said:
"You have done enough—too much
I am sorry to have not quite under
stood you. I know you how. God
blrss you! Save yourself; I asked yor
before.” .
“i will not save myself,” he cried
hysterically. “I will not leave you. i
will fight. on."
But he was dead beat. The gir
flung herself from his arms, saying
”'l‘ogcthcr then!" Hampered by her
dress, the exertion of forcing her way
thror gh the drifts wasterrible. His
courage gave her strength. The end
came soon. They faced each other si
lcnfly, each waiting for the other tc
speak. Then the man said quietly:
“The snow must be clearing off. or
we are in the lee of something—some
shelter.”
“God grant it!” said the woman. "i
noticed it, but I feared'it might no‘:
be true.”
'.Il.‘he_vI could not see a yard ahead
Another effort! After a few steps they
were brought up by a wall. It mus:
be an outbuilding of some farm house
They found the door; they were saved
for the moment. The house, a mere
cattle shelter, was fortunately nearly
full of hay. He twisted a firm whisp
of hay, and brushed her skirts clear
of snow. She must have perished if
the thick coating had been allowed to
thaw and drcnch her. He wrapped her
up in a heap of hay and induced he:
to swallow a few more drops of bran-
dy; then he incontinently finished the
flask himself. Going to the open door-
way of the shelter, he stood on guard.
As the night wore away, the snow
gradually ceased. The moon at last
shone out. To his surprise Warring-
ton recognized the locality—a, hillside
half way between the castle and the
rectory, wherc'Miss Howard‘s mar-
ried sister lived. She was asleep when
he went-to her. He awoke her gently.
She was now well rested and almost
strong.
“So we can get back to the castle be
fore daybreak?” she asked anxiously.
"No,” he answered. “We can make
the rectory-n0t the castle.”
“Why not the castle?”
“There are various reasons," he said,
quietly.
She would not argue with him; he
had saved her life. They started for
the rectorx, and now that they had
sufficient light to avoid the deeper
drifts, reached their destination with-
out much difficulty. They rarely spoke
during the journey.
"Not that way,” Warringto'n inter-
is. 3
posed, sharply, as Miss Howard was.
making for the hall door of the rec-
tory. IIc wrapped 'her handkerchief
round his right hand and broke the
glass of a ground door window. “This
will serve better,” he said, as be 1m-
fastened the clasp and threw up the
sash. “Let me help you.”
He took the girl up in his strong
arms and set her in the room. The
wind was rising; the moonlight failed;
snow began to fall again. ,
“Good-nighti" he said, softly;
hope you won‘t be any the \vorse——”
She seized his outstretched hand and
held it fast. "Where are you going?"
“Going? Oh, going, in the first place,
to lose myself in the snow again."
“For what purpose?" .
“So that, don’t you see, when 1 flat
my way again, I will be at the castle,
you here. That—~that cattle' shelter
business is all a myth. I say so who
should know;r You see now?"
There was; pause, and then the girl
said with a Slight sob,—
"You are sure you will find your way
to the castle?“
“Oh, yes, sure enough, and not very
particular whether I do or not."
“You must be not only particular,
but certain; else—”
“Else what?" '
“I go with you. I know what it
means, but I will go—unless you prom-
ise to rind your way to the castle and
‘)
"I
“How much more?”
“To come back to-morrow or—"
She kissed him on the lips. He for-
got the piercing cold, the merciless
snow. He took her face in his be-
numbed hands and drew it close to
him again.
“Do you mean it?” he asked in a-
trembling voice.
“Yes, with all my heart.”
“Then I promise."
He turned from her and set his face
against the storm. Soon he. DaSSt‘fl out
of her sight into the snow.
"He will come tomorrow,” she said
in a low, happy voice.
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THEATRfEAL' GOSSIP.
NORDICA’S AGE RENDERS PHYSICAL
CULTURE NECESSARY. _
tiniloert-‘s Modesty is Not Displayed in
ii'cr Interviews—Viola. Allen 'Gives a
Glimpse Behind the Scenes—Bernhardt
and the Legion of Honor.
To preserve her slimness, Madame
Nordica is continually sparring with a
stout inflatable bag, which cannot re-
sent any amount of punching. Miss.
Emma Eames goes in for gymnastics:
Another well known operatic singer,
at present a. statuesque creature, but
who has had distinct warnings of a
possible calamity in the shape of em.
bonpoint, has taken to “bowling.” In
addition, all these women have regu-
larly to undergo massage.
In an interview, just before she
sailed for Europe, Yvette Guilbert
said: “For several years past I have
been explaining to people why I don‘t
go on the stage. ‘Why don’t you
act?’ I have been asked by the critics
in Paris until I am tired of answer-
ing the question. Now I. propose to
try. I can do it even if I don’t suc-
ceed at it at first. I could not sing six
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YVETTE GUILBERT.
years ago as I do now. I began very
modestly. One doesn’t learn every-
thing in a day. No artist really great
ever stepped on the stage and was
perfect from the commencement. I
may not be an actress when I com-
mence, but I know I can become one.
A year ago I thought that I should
never go on the. dramatic stage. I was.
unique, and I dreaded the risk of
failure, but I feel that I can make the
attempt now. My reputation is estab-
lish-ed, and I am rich. A failure can-
not affect me very seriously now. Be-
sides, I won’t fail. I shall succeed,
may be not at first; but eventually."
Yvette said that in New Orleans she
had for the first time enjoyed the ex-
perience of singing before an audi-
ence which was as much in sympathy
with her as the audiences that listen
to her in Paris. She is taking back
to Europe enough money to enable
her to stay» in Europe and let this
country lie fallow for .a. year. She is
said to have made on this trip be-
tween $30,000 and $40,000. The lack
of appreciation which attended her
efforts did not diminish her profits.
They were arranged before she re-
turned here. That is the reason they
happen to be as great as they are.
Viola Allen has been writing to the _
New York papers about the seamy
side of stage life, and the burden of
her story seems to be that monotony
of the drea‘iest sort is the curse of
existence behind the scenes. On this
subject she says: “If you are in a
stock company your relative positions
in the various plays are very much
the same. Miss A. must'at times dur-
ing a five years’ engagement get
weary of being constantly proposed
to or jilted by Mr. B., or Mr. B. must
become most excusably tired of pro—
posing to or being jilted by Miss A.
six nights and a matinee year in and
year out. I have often wondered my-
self that we have not, in sheer des-
peration, defied the author some
night, and when I was proposed to,
instead of consenting to marry the
hero, have flatly refused him by way.
of variety. If I had done so it- might
have broken up the play, but it
would have been an immense relief.
Did you never have a nervous desire
to say or do something that you ought
not to. to laugh,_when at a funeral or,
the like? \Vell, that is the way you
feel sometimes during the long run of
a play."
The proposal to bestow the Legion
of Honor medal upon Sarah Bern-
hardt is bitterly opposed in some of
the French papers. One writer, in re-
ply to the plea that Mme. Bernhardt
deserves a reward for her struggles
in the cause of art, says that in real-
ity the “great Sarah" has struggled,
“not for her art alone, . but for _a
deafening, turbulent, tedious, implac-
able and greedy notoriety. Always
and everywhere, quand meme, we
find her ‘struggling.’ By means of her
hats, by means of her toilets, by
means of her dogs, her negroes. hc-r
poets, the tame. panther-s she brings
back from her travels, she is ever be-
struggling." This is. of
course. perfectly true, but it does not.
constitute axreason why an actress of
genius should not be decorated.
. . Rosa FAxcuox.
How He Saved Himself.
A spring poet sent some v-verscs cn-
ritled "Why do I live?” to a California
journal. and signed them “Bully Roy.”
The verses were not published. but
the following paragragz h appcarcd ult-
der ‘ “Answers ' to Correspondents 2—
" ‘Bully Boy.‘—\Ve cannot: use your
contribution, but we can answer your
You live simply because
you sent your verses instead of bring-I-
lng them." ' . , . _ ‘
« up.
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A MILLION joLLARs...
l .
HOW IR. RAINSFORD WOULD SPEND
IlT FOR CHARITY.
The Famous Critic. of the Bradley Martin
Ball Answers the Question; “ How
“'ould You Spend a Million Dollars in
hag-ity ‘3" '
lev. Dr. lainsford has told what he
would do with millions if he had them.-
In reply to the question, “How would
you spend a.million dollars in charity.
if that sum were placed in your hands
to-morrrow?" the minister who criti~
cised so harshly the lavish expendi-
tures of wealth upon the Bradley Mar-
tin ball, replied: '
“I would do one of three things, and
am not equal to the task of choosing
between them. The only way I can
find out of it. is to be allowed $3,000,-
000 instead of $1,000,000, for I guaran- '
tee a good investment on three times
the money.“
The question was asked Dr. Rains-
ford by the e'ilitor of the Illustrated
American. and in a recent issue of that
publication he made an interesting rc—
ply. The three things which he hesi-
tutcs as to a choice between are:
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RAINSFORD.
unv. on.
lt‘il’slw'l'o buy as large a plot of
ground as the million would purchase
in the very heart of the. city and make
a children's playground of it.
Sceond~Estublish enough kinder-
garten schools to accommodate all of
the childrrn of the city over three
years of age. .
'l‘hird—Ercct dwellings for working-
men to be rented at a low rate, suffi-
cient merely to pay a percentage on
ihc money invested, the money from
such rents to be reinvested for the
same purpose:
Dr. Ruins-ford declares that in order
to effectually help the poor the giver
must know something of their actual
:‘omlition. Charity. he says, not only
fails to do good in a great many in-
stances, but often succeeds in press-
rtg toward pauperism those who-m it
Iacoks to relieve.
“When we are dealing with poverty,”
he goes on, “we are dealing with a
:lisease that affects mind and body and
aharacter, and therefore need to avail.
ourselves of whatever experience or
scientific knowledge others have ac-
quired. We must know something
ibout those whom we wish to relieve,
and in order to know properly we must
go ourselves. Every good citizen
should know something of the main!
ind important things in his city‘s life.
“In other words, when it comes to
spending money. use proxies by all
means, till your own intelligence is
trained, But let no living soul do the
rtudying for you, and so rob you of
ihe solemn, yet large and hopeful vfgw
)f life that such study will bring."
_ Then Dr. Rainsford describes more
lully the. details of his plans for spend-
ing a million—0r rather for spending
;hree millions. .
“First I would buy as large a plot
is I could in the most densely inhabi-
ted part of New York, knock the houses
D11 it down. clear the ground, put a
fence around it, but no sod on. it or
)bstructions of any sort, give it to the
tity on the condition they guard it—.«
and there, \Vinter and Summer, let
the people breathe and , the children
play. It is impossible to exaggerate
the harm done the children of our
Eity by refusing them, as we practical-
ly do, the right that every child should
rlaim—of playing in order to grow.
“Second, our public school system in
New York takes the children when
they are six and is supposed to keep
» them until they are fourteen. Every-
one who knows anything about t inc"-
[ion knows that education should bu-
giu at least at three. The time will
come, and it may not be far away,
when room will be made for every lit-
tle tot in our cities in. a kindergarten.
“In the third place, I would like to es-
tablish another trust fund, similar to
that which George Peabody
has given_to London. It should be.
used to erect, where they are most
needed, buildings for the working men,
to be rented at a rate to pay a certain
percentage on money invested for the
same purpose.” .
'FEMININE INSTINCT.
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