z. ‘y' i_ ‘., m.“ OF NEW YOIRK. RICHARD A. _. Mccuanr, tatenient for the building Dec. 31:9 In: MUTUAL Lli'll [renames flu, President. * . According to the Standard of .the Insurance Department of the State of New York. w IN QQMEO Received for Premiums . . . . From all other Sources . . . . DIS/EUESEMENTS.“ To Policy-holders for Claims by Death To Policy-holders for Endowments, Dividends, etc. Fer all' other Accounts . . , . ASSETS. 5| United States Bonds and other securities . First Lien Loans on Bond and Mortgage . . Loans on Stocks and Bonds . . . Real Estate , . 4 . Cash in Banks and Trust Companies Accrued Interest, Net Deferred Premiums, etc. . Reserve for Policies and other Liabilities . Surplus .Iinsu-igance and Annuities in Force a $42,693,201 99 11,469,406 2.4 $54,162,608 23 9. $13,279,630 66 . 12,712,424 76 I - 50,132,005 57 $36,124,060 99 - $132,017.34! 45 - 69,423,937 3! 12,880,308 00 21,618,454 88 - 11,705,195 82 . 6,141,200 20 5W 218,278,243 07 $35,508,194 so $936,634,496 33 l have carefully examined the foregoing Statement and find the same t ? liabilities calculated by the Insurance Department. CHARLES A. PRELLOEIIIO. ifidietitr' From the Surplus a dividend will be apportioned , Report of the Examining as usual Committee. - Office of the Mutual Life Insurance Company of New York. To THE HONORABLE, THE BOARD OF TRUSTEES or TNE'MUTIMI. LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY OF NEW YORK. The undersigned, a Committee appointed by your honorable bod second day of December. I897,to examine the Annual Statement ofiihgrédgiepdgfghyd to verify the same, respectfully—-——-r REPORT That, Pursuant to the power and authority thereby conferred the Com ' ' I ‘ , mittee have at varIou A date of the said reference and the date of th is Report, attended at the office of the Company and 113?? betmien the by th e. Treasurer, the Comptroller,the Auditor, and the Cashier, together with the respective assistants :fegucjhaliieid 00 0 cars and have carefully gone over all the items contained in the said Statement, and have found the same to be co rre have examined and counted every certificate-of stock, bond and other obligation the prices at which the same are carried in said Statement with the market quotations 3 ct. They and compared and find the same not exceeding held by the Company, such quotations—in fact, in many cases below them. They have examined and counted the bonds and morto'ag 1 1: es OH [‘68 property held by the Company, and find the same to be as stated. They have also verified the valuationpf the Com- pany’s holdings of real estate and have verified the deposits of money in the various banks and trust compa d . . mes, an have counted the cash on hand held by the Cashier. And. the Committee certify that all the books, papers, documents, and evidence of title of every descriptio n neces- sary in such examination have been freely submitted to the Committee by the said officers and their assieta ts . .. n , the same are accurate. in good order, and well kept. And the Committee further certify that the investments of the Company are of a high order and methods adopted by the Company in recording its transactions and caring for the assets are entiti ELBRIDGE T. GERRY J. HOBART HERRICK CHAS. R. HENDERSON S. V. R. CRUGER All of which is respectfully submitted. NEW YORK, January 21, 1898. and that and that the szStem ed to commendation A. N. WATERHOUSE JAMES C. HOLDEN Board. of Trustees- FREDERIO CROMWELI. J ULIEN T. DAVIES A. N. WATERHOUSE S. V. R. CRUGER CHARLES R. HENDERSON RUFUS W. PEORHAM J. HOBART HERRch WM. P. DIXON I ROBERT A. GRANNISS SAM D. BABCOOK RIGHARD A. MCCUBDY JAMES C. HOLDEN HERMANN C. VON POST WILLIAM J. SEWELL OLIVER HABRIMAN ROBERT OLYPHAN'I‘ GEORGE F. BAKER DUDLRr OmoTT HENRY H. ROGERS WILLIAM BABcocx STUYVESANT FISH H. WALTER WEBB ROBERT A. GRANISS, Vice-President. ‘9‘ .e-wu. - WALTER R. GILLETTE, General Manager. DUES du—P. BRECK, Correspondin Seer t ALBERT KLAMROTH, Assistant Segzretary‘imy ISAAC F. LLOYD, 2d Vice-President. WILLIAM J. EAS'I‘ON, Secretary. ‘ ~ _ FREDE RICOROMWELL, -T- ‘ JOHN A. FUN DA, Assistant Treasurer. JAMESeTslilllligS WILLIAM P. SANDS, Cashier. _ EDWARD P. H'- Joglgigfthgg%LlNTOCK, Actuary. CHARLES A. PRELLER, Auditor. ”‘3 ’ Asmmc Am” C. CLIFFORD GRETSINGER, As-Iistant Auditor. JNO. W AUCHINCLOSS THEODORE MORFOBD AUGUSTUS D. J UILLIARD CHARLES E. MILLER WALTER R GILLETTE WILLIAM W. HENRY :5. BROWN, Assistant Comptroller, GEORGE G. HAVEN ADRIAN ISELIN JR. . GEORGE S. Bownouv WILLIAM C. WHITNEY WILLIAM ROCKEI'ELLER JAMES N. J ARVIE CHAS D. DICKEY JR ELBRIDGE T GERRY JAMES SPEYEBJ ‘ ON. 2d Assistant Treasurer.. OLDEN, Assistant Cashier. RICHARDS, Comptroller. JOHN C. ELLIOI‘, Superintendent of Domest' ' ._ 10 A e - . ED WARD LYMAN SHORT. General Solicitirimle8 MEDIOA- D : ELIAS J. MARSH, M. l)° 1‘ IBEOI‘OBS , , G. S. WINSTON M. D. Consulting, GRANVILLE M. WHITE, M D_ EIGHOLS ‘55 @ELBJEJEE. General Agents. A. H. GAME, Local. Agent. T HE. E "v n'n‘InG G Az E T'r s THE CAPTAIN’S STORY BY ALBERT DELPIT. It was just after the scandal at our club and a little group of us wrrc talking in a very animated way of the affair.. Captain Joulert did not jci in the conversation, and did not evcn Seem to be listening to us. "What will you' take for thoughts?" I said to him at last. ‘ “Oh! they are not vorth much. 1 was thinking just then of an incident which occurred once at a club in" :1 small provincial town where I hap- pened to be staying." ' “Tell us about it!” exclaimed one of the other men, and the captain lighted a cigarette and, putting his elbow on the mantel-shelf gigainst which he had been leaning, l'Ief'began his story: “Well. it was when I was in garri- son at M——-, one of the dullest and most stupid of provincial towns. “When I was off duty I gradually got into the habit of turning in to the. Union club. which, by-the-byc. was the only one the town possessed. “There was very little play at this: club, except at the time of the three annual fairs. each of which lasted a week. One autumn afternoon, just at she opening of one of these fairs. l Iappcned to go to the club rather early. , “ ‘They are playing high to-duy.’ said one of the habitues of the club to he. I turned round towards the table to watch the game, and was so sur- prised at the sight of one of the play- ers that I almost exclaimed. “It was a young man of some twen- cy-two or twenty-three years of age. Whom I knew by sight. I was very much interested in him. for his father and fought courageously at Magenta. Ind had been killed on the field of bat- tle, leaving his widow and son by no means well provided for. The young manpcame very rarely to the club. and i had never seen him touch a card be—' fore. I was stupefied, therefore, to see aim holding the bank, and a good )ank it was, too, for there were plenty of notes and gold coins heaped up in front of him. “ ‘How much?’ called out one of thc olayersi. _ “‘Oh;’ ‘ laughed a wealthy farmer. ‘M. de Mertenf is in luck's way; he can safely keep his bank open.’ “I noticed that the young man’s face was deadly pale. and that there was in excited look in his eyes. “ ‘Open bank!‘ he said. and it seemed is though the very words had changed the luck. , “Ten times running Mortens lost. and in a quarter of an hour his'bank was cleared out. Another man took ’llS place. and the play went on. It got so exciting that I. too. was fus— ciiiated, and joined in. Thcrc was no room to sit down at ihe table. so I zontinued standing. holding my hat in my hand. and throwing my winnings anto it. I had a run of luck, and went on playing in the most excited way. until I was startled by some one call: lug out: “ ‘You are being robbed. Captain!’ “I started. and instinctively seized a hand which had knocked against mine through my sudden movement. it was M. de Mertens’ hand. and he held the forty poun' note ‘which he had just taken out of my hat. The wretched man’s face was convulscd with emotion. Our eyes met: his were diluted with terror. and there was a look in them that seemed to hold me spellbound. “ ‘M. de Martens is my partner.’ I Said. haughtily, to the man who had warned me; ‘and I am surprised that you should dare to bring such an ac- cusation against a gentleman whose .‘eputation is so well known.’ “The individual who had called out and never been to the club before, and lid not know M. de Mel-tens at all. We hadsall been standing round the table close to each other, and on sale- lng another player put his hand into my hat,» it fills very'nuturnl that the man should have thought it his duty to warn me. On. hearing my explana- tion he apologized most humbly to M. de Mei-tens, and several of the ac- quaintances of the latter gathered mound and expressed their regret that such an insult should have brcn cf;— !cred him. “We 'then continued our play. and M. de Mertens soon left the club. l‘hree days passed. and Ibeard noth- ilg‘ more of the young man. In shield- l‘ltg him as I had done. my first thought had been of his father. and I your - and determined to save from disgrace the name of the brave Soldier of Ma- genta! “One evening.‘ however. just as I , was going out to, nay some visits, my Irderly informed me that a lady Wish- !d to see me. I went into the'fdraw- lag-room, and there I found a- woman if about forty-five years of age; ”She was very dignified—looking and there was an open, honesf' expression about her face which fascinated me. “‘I am Madame de Mertens,‘ she} said. simply. ‘My son told me every- :hing about the afl‘air at the club, and , I have come to thank you with all my neart for having preserved for us in- :act the honor of our name.’ “‘Madame—’ I began. but she in- :errupted me in her emotion and ner- ' rousness. ' ' a “ ‘.\Iy son had got entangled in vari- ous ways. and in desperation had to?“- an~to play. It appears he had lost cv- ary penny he possessed that n'ght. You know the rest. alas!’ “I felt very much embarrassed. for the poor mother’s grief was terrible to witness. She was still standing there in front of me, her face was Iealy pale. and the tears were trem— eling on her long dark eyelashes. “Tie is young. madame: you must Iot take it to heart so.‘ I stammeI-cd, It was just a moment’s weakness. I will see your son. and—-—’~ “.‘No, captain.’ shu sald,.‘ shaking her head sadly, ‘he is no longer here . . he has enlisted, and is already on his way with the regiment.’ ” We had all been listening attentive- ly to Captain Joubert’s‘ story, and when he stopped speaking there was silence for a few minutes. “And what happened to M. de Mer- tens, captain?”asked one of the group. "Did you ever hear?” “He is dead. . Six months ago I received a leter from Kelung—a pit« iful little letter—written with very pale ink, on a sheet of paper that was all crumpled and yellow with age. There were only a few'lines for me to read. [ know them by heart. They were as follows: “I am mortally wounded. . . Ad- miral Coubert has just brought me the cross; but . . I am dying. I am sending it to you, my poor cross . . for you saved me, and I should like you to wear it . . ” “This is Why, my friends, instead of wearing the decoration which I re ceived from the chancellor, you al- ways see me with the sergeant’s cross which poor Mertens sent me. Poor boy! To think that he started as a thief, and died a hero’s death at Ke- Iung.” ' A STRANGE MISSION. BY ELLA M. HESS. “I should like to do something to help the missionaries,” said Gertie White to Mr. Storm, the near-sighted, good-natured old pastor. “Are you in earnest, Gertie?” “Of course I am in earnest!” said Gertie, a prettyhdark-eyed lassie, with waving hair and lips red as holly ber- ries. “Because,” said the old gentleman, thoughtfully. “I’ve heard of a vacancy that wants filling. But it is rather a menial position.” “Nothing is menial in the details of missionary life,” said enthusiastic Gertie. . “The Reverend James Marshton is going to Brazil on a special mission to the heathen—” _ “Oh, that is glorious!" cried Gertie, with kindling cheeks and eyes. “And he wants a. help.” “A help?" “Well, my dear, to put it in plain English,” said the old man. “I suppose he means a servant maid. He has written to me to know if! I can recom- nend a meek-spirited, efficient young woman, Who would not. shrink from the path of duty, however thorny the )ath might prove.” “The very thing!” cried Gertie. “And is for servants are we not all the ser- vants of one Master? Yes, I’ll go to Brazil—that is if the Reverend Mr. lIaI-shton will take me. Since poor namma died and my sister Mary mar- ried. there is nothing on earth to keep us in one place more than another. But what sort of person is this Rev- )rcnd James Marshton?” with a. lit- :1c natural curiosity. “I don’t know, my dear,” said Mr. Storm. “Our communications have seen carried on entirely by letter. and i shouldn‘t know him if I were to nest him to-morrow face to face. But I saw Mrs. )Iarshton once—a pretty, ittlc. old lady. with white curls and a face like a winter apple.” “I‘ll go!” said Gertie,.promptly. “I tan sew, cook, wash and iron: and, whatever I can’t do, I shall be glad Ind willing to learn." “That’s the right spirit, my dear!” Jeamed Mr. Storm. “How soon will my services be re- luired?” ‘5At. :ays.” “Then I‘ll go at once," said Gel-tic. ‘Please give me the address.” * * all * it 4: James Marshton was sitting alone n his litle study. before a meagre fire, lrinking a cup of poorly made tea. for :he landlady didn’t think it worth her while to. put herself out for a lodger who was so soon going to emigrate to Brazil. He was a tall, pleasant-faced young nan with dark, pensive eyes, dark aeard. and features that betoken deli.- 2acy of character and extreme refine- nent; and. as he sat there. he was nentally taking himself to task, in abut his heart should fail at the very )utset of the career he had most cov- sted 'ever since graduating from the :heological institute. “Alone? soliloquized Mr. Marshton. ‘Of course I must go alone. What right have I to expect anything else? is it for me, one of the humblest work- ers in my Master’s vineyard, to pick Ind choose how, when and where I rm to be employed? And——” Just here came a soft, little flutter it the door. Mr. Marshton paused and listened. ‘ , “It‘s my landlady’s cat.” said he. ‘Poor thing! I'm almost Sorry that I nade a pet of her. She’ll be lonesome once—so my correspondent * II ' vhen .I am gone; and perhaps. on the whole, it may be better for me not to et her' in.” ~ ' Tap, tap. tap! Again came the hesi- ating, uncertain sound. - “The cat never made a noise like that before!” cried the Reverend lames ‘ Mnrshton,‘ miich marveling. And he rose, set down the cup of ukewarm tea, and opened the door. There stood a pretty young woman. 11 a dark, well-fitting suit edg‘d with fur, and a face like a rosebud, a'l ilushes and sparkles. . “Does the Reverend Mr. .‘Iarshtou ive,here?” asked Gertie Wh'te. “That is my name,” said the rever- end gentleman. “If you please, Sir,” said Gertie. feeling an instantaneous sensation of [“19 thrill down- to her heart, “Mr. Alexander Storm sent ’me here. The mung person, sir—the help." “Oh!” said Reverend James. Marsh- :on. “Be so good SS‘ to walk in. lies. exactly): And Reyerend Jamel Marshton took i l up the tray and put it down again, in some embarrassment. . . “Did he think you would suit?" said he. . “Yes. sir,” said Gertie. “Here is his letter.” Reverend James Marshton unfolded the letter and read: “Dear Brother Marshton: Allow me to introduce to you Miss Gertie White, A truly worthy and ndustridus young female, who I thiifkcan scarcely fail- to ”suit you in the capacity mentioned. “Yours with many good wishes, I “ALEXANDER STORM.” Reverend James Marshton folded up the letter again. and looked helplessly at the tray before him, as if for fur- ther inspiration. “It’s a very important step that you are taking, Miss White,” said he. .. “Please don’t be so ceremonious. Mr. Mnrshton,” brightly interposed Gertie. “Call me by my name—Ger- tie. Oh. yes. of course it is important; but I’ve fully made up my mind to it." “You are young.” said Mr. Marsh. ton. . “I can be all the more useful,” said Gertie. “You look—excuse me,” stammered the young clergyman, “but you look delicate.” ' “Indeed I am quite well and strong," said Gertie. “And I understand all the branches of housework. and I reallv think I can suit you.” , ‘ “But your friends.” . -. “I have no friends who will miss memuch,” said Gertie, speaking with dew in her eyes and a little quiver in her voice. “Henceforward, my mis- sion will be all in all to me.” “I wish I could have seen a little more of you,” said the Reverend James Marshton. “All this is rather sudden, you know.” , “Everything is sudden—just at the last,” said Gertie, cheerily. “You need have no fears, sir; I am certain I shall suit you.” He held out his hand with a bright smile. ' « “Well spoken. Gertie!” said be. “There is an electricity in your; look and voice that encourages met 'in a most marvellous degree; But I desire you to think it well over before you decide.” . ‘~ ' ' “My decision was made the first hour that Mr. Storm mentioned your name to 'me,” said Gertie White. “Strange—very strange!” said Mr. Marshton, instinctively stroking his silky beard. “And you really think, Miss White—Gertie, I would say—that you will bear all the hardships and difficulties incident to the life of a missionary/"s wife?” . “Of a—what?” questioned Gertie, not quite certain she had heard aright. “Of a missionary's wife,” Solemnly repented Mr. Marshton. “Of whose wife?” asked Gertie. “Of my wife!” Ger-tic rose to her feet, blushing like a I'OSO. “I—-I never dreamed of this!" said she. “Mr. Storm told me that Vou wanted a help.” ' ' “A helpmeet,” gravely explained the young clergyman. “But Mrs. James Marshton?” “Eh?” said. Mr. Marshton. “A little old lady with silver curls, and a fresh complexion," faltered Ger- tie. “Mr. Storm said he had seen her." “That was my mother,” said the missionary-elect. “She died a year since. Had she been with me still. I should have needed no one to hold up my weary hands or cheer my solitary hours.” - Gertie put both hands over her scar- let face. “0hl how could. Mr. Storm make such a blunder?" she cried. “I’m afraid it was partly my own ‘r‘ l fault," said the young man. “My handwriting is apt to be illegible at times. I——I am very sorry, Miss White." “What must you think of me?” tale tered the girl. ‘ “I think you are a sweet lookinh young woman.” said the missionary, gaining courage, “and you seem very much in earnest. I don’t see why you can’t be my helpmeet in good earnest. It is true we have not known each other long; but we have each Mr. Storm's kind recommendation, and if I am not postitively disagreeable to you____n “Oh, I don’t dislike. you at all!” in- terrupted Gertie, laughing in spite of lidrself, at the comicality of the sit» nation. “Then,” said the Reverend James Marshton, “we will send for a college- mate of mine, whose parish residence ls in the next street, and we’ll be mar- , rled at once.” Gertie White hesitated. “But will that be helping the mis- sionaries?” said she. “It will be helping one particular missionary very much indeed,” said the Reverend James Marshton. “Well—perhaps—if it won’t seem so very strange,” said Gertie. “Is it yes?" pressed the young cler gyman. “I——suppose—so,”‘ said Gertie. _ And when the ship Monitor sailed for its future destination, containing in her list of passengers the names of “The Reverend James Marshton and wife,” few who read the register knew how it had all happened. ' But the Reverend James Marshton was very happy, and so was his wife. Highly Sensitive. “I’m going to report that post office clerk.” indignantly exclaimed the young woman with ink on her fingers. “He always seemed very polite," said her companion. _ “Well, he isn’t. .What business has he to try to, criticise my writing? When I went to mail a, lot of poems lie asked it they _,wer_en’-t isscond'clasa matter." a.
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