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PLYMOUTH", N, 0., FRIDAY. FEBRUARY. 5,-1904.
NO. 46.
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PROGRESS.
That we all are here through struggle,
through the fruits our fathers won,
Makes ua brothers strong and worthy in
the course still o be run
Who shall say the end is useless, or the
mighty labor done? .
Systems still are blown, to atoms and the
earth will meet its doom,
In the eve of all the heavens man is ever
in his tomb,
But we see the smallest blossom still out
, . , bursting into bloom.
Oi, TELL you," said the man
ta Y doggedly,-"that I can pro-
JL 2 duCe a self "steerinS torpedo
which answers to every
sfGXZ' one of your specifications.
Any other fleet lies at your
mercy with it."
"And you ask?" questioned the min
ister. '
"Only the means to complete my in
vention and 200,000 down when it has
justified my specifications.'.'
"And if we refuse?" queried Lord
Penriyfeather.
The man rose abruptly and took up,
his hat.
-"The French government would not
be so foolish," he said curtly.
There was silence' for some moments.
Tall, angular," thin to emaciation,
Patrick O'llara was chiefly remarkable
for his piercing black eyes, which
glowed like living coals in his pale,
ftaggard face. :
"Your answer is ?" he asked, with
a movement of impatience.
"If theiie is anything in it, 'Yes.' ','
replied ord Penny feather. "It's a lot
of -money, though."
The young man sprang into a hansonr
cab, gave a hurried direction, and flung
himself back abong the cushions impa
tiently. For he had pledged himself
to report to his chief on the authen
ticity of a rumor that had readied the
information bureau of the Admiralty
within. a week, and of the week only
two hoiiW remained.
The vi- horse was weary, dog-tired.
Rain fell in torrents, and gusts- of wind
drove it through the open window.
' "Wh'aa climate!" he muttered re
sentfully. 'The w!" .-.-.
Five minutes later the horse stumbled
on the slippery wood "pavement, and
fell headlong. ... . '
Dick St. Aubyn was flung on to the
road, where he lay for a moment
stunned.
The accident had occurred in a nar
row street, where the houses showed
"lodgings" stamped in evei"y detail of
their sordid structures. A door opened
and a flood of light illuminated the
street.
The cab driver was cursing and
grumbling in his efforts to raise -his
horse.
"My God!" cried a girl's voice. "The
man is dead! Father, father, how ter
rible!" In a moment the slight,, black-robed
figure was kneeling beside Dick, scan
ning his pale face.
Dick's eyes opened and looked
straight into her own; then closed
again.
It was half an hour later before' he
regained consciousness. He lay in a
poorly, furnished room, on a hard horse
hair sofa, a delicate-looking girl lean
ing over him, and a tall, ' dark man
standing behind her.
"Where am IV" he asked, putting his
hand to his head.
"Wifh frieuds," said the man kindly
enough.. "Stay quiet, until you feel
better."
But a flood of memory rushed over
Dick's mind. Ho struggled to his feet,
grasping the sofa for support.
"I can't!" he muttered. "I have' to
keep an appointment."
. The room swaih before his eyes,- but
ho was obdurate. A cab must be called
at once, his business was urgent,. Im
perative. So the man, without further
demur, left the: room to obey his
wishes. The girl 'stood silently watch
ing him.
Dick turned toward her. . "I must
thank you,".-he said, "for your kind
ness." Then ho stopped. .-It was the
most wonderful face he had ever seen;
, the most beautiful, ho told himself the
most bewildering. . "
The girl inclined her head slightly.
The door opened abruptly and the
, man stood on the threshold.
"Your cab is here," he said. . ; - .
H ft DOUBLE GK,
Just alone that man is noble, just alone
- - that he have worth.
Just alone that he shall ripen what was
seed in him at birth,
Is a more imperial problem than the end
of all the earth.
. Human progress still points peaceward and
still further from the brutes
Let the end be hidden from me, let eternity
be mute,
I will struggle on and upward as the flower
"vjJi WHS lUUbt
7. Oppenheim, in Youth's Companion.
Long after. Dick St. Aubyn's cab
wheels had ceased to echo through the
silent street, the man stood on the wet
pavement. .
"Twenty -five Barkley street," he
muttered. "What on earth is he doing
there? And who is he?" for 25 Barkley
street was the private residence of the
first lord of the Admiralty.
,
The butler flung open 'the door and
announced. Mr. St. Aubyn.
Lord Penny feather rose with a smile.
"Just within your time, St. Aubyn,"
he said. . . . .
Dick, covered with mud, dishevelled
and pale, staggered into the room.
"A cab accident!" he ejaculated, as
he sank into a chair. "Deay unavoid
able. I have Learned cm the best au
thority that France lias discovered a
genius who promises' her a new self
steering torpedo within two months.
The naval experts across the ch. nnel
evidently pin their faith on it. This
may or may not account for the un
compromising attitude 'the Dual Al
liance has adopted."
There was a silence, a heavy pause.
.'Self-steering torpedo," said the min
ister, after a long silence. - "It's a cu
rious coincidence. This . very day I
had an interview "with an inventor, or
a crank, who promised Did you
hear," he added sharply, "whether the
torpedo was steered by a new appli
cation of a submarine electric cur
rent?" - -Dick shook his head. . "I could learn
nothing' definite beyond the fact," .he
answered.
"Look here, St. Aubyn," continued
his chief, briskly, "you have done ad
mirably. You must now discover the
details of the new French torpedo."
- . .
St. Aubyri had been in Paris for ten
da'yV, he ; was absolutely nonplusge.
: most '.unusual position lor that acute
intelligence- officer to find himself in.
Dressed as a beggar, he remained
outside the -French admiralty office
noting .with, keen eyes every man, wo
man, or child who entered. St. Au
byn was acquainted with half the men
who passed through the doors, but, in
spite of this, he learned nothing. ,. -"
One man passed in whose face Dick
knew, but could not put a name to. He
puzzled long, but could find no place
for it in' his memory. The Government
confidential clerk knew no more, if
as much, as he did himself. He re
turned disconsolately to England at
the end of ten day,?, and reported his
lack of success at 25 Barkley street.
"I don't like it," said Lord Penny
feather, in glancing over his report.
"It looks too much as if they had wind
of a patent we are experimenting with
ourselves. That invention I told you
of " , .
"May I interview your' protege?"
asked Dick. "He probably knows -the
names of the men working on the same
lines."
. Ten minutes .later Dick Aubyu was
bowling along in a hansom cab, ac
companied by -the minister's confiden
tial secretary. In five minutes he was
standing in a large workshop, crowd
ed with models of torpedoes, in which
half a dozen men were working la
boriously. Cyril nardacre, the sec
retary, took him into a smaller room
beyond. A man writing at a desk lift
ed his head quickly, and rose to greet
them. . '
Dick uttered an .exclamation of sur
prise. "Why, you are the man who
was. so kind to. me the other night!" he
cried.
He held out his hand and the other
placed h'is long, nervous fingers;. for 'a
moment in his grasp. "I should much
like to call and, thank your daughter
for her hospitality, if you will allow
m.e" he added. '-. ' : "
Dick found it impossible to fix his
mind on explosives and infernal ma
chines. .'
He shook himself angrily. What a
time to be engrossed in lover's dreams,
when his business was urgent and his
reputation at stake. He strode along
the streets resolutely, fixing his atten
tion on the matter of torpedoes, but
do what ,he would the pale face and
deep-set eyes of Eileen's father re
mained before him. Suddenly "he
pased, his brows knit, his face clouded.
"Zounds!" he muttered. "What was
Fatrick O'llara doing in the French
admiralty offices last week? What a
fopl I was not to recognize his face be
fore!" ' ' -
. r
"You aren't in earnest, St. Aubyn?"
asked Lord Pennyfeather, looking at.
his visitor open-eyed.
"I wish to God I was wrong, sir,"
said poor Dick. "O'llara is a swind
ler; he is selling his torpedo model to
the French Government on . the same
terms as ho is selling it to the Eng
lish. The identical torpedo is being
built in their workshops as in ours,
and Patrick O'llara works at it for,
a fortnight there, and then for a fort
night here. He intends to get 200,000
out of each Government, and then dis
appear." Half an hour later Patrick O'nara
was confronting the first lord of the
Admiralty and Dick St. Aubyn.
"O'nara." said the former, quietly,
"your treachery is discovered. The
French model "
The man turned livid. He gazed
Toundjhim like some hunted animal
seeking for a means of escape.'
"The room is watched," said the
minister, quietly; "policemen ,are un
der the . windows and at the doors.
You are a prisoner. Great heavens!
St. Aubyn, quick!" ?
' With a gasping, choking rattle in
his throat, Patrick O'Hara flung up
his arms and fell heavily forward.
"Heart disease," said Lord Penny
feather, softly. "Has he any rela
tives?" "A daughter," said Dick. His lips
were dry. The words choked him.
"You had better go and break the
news,-to her, St. Aubyn," said his chief.
"You told me you knew hcr, I think."
. ' '
Eileen gave Dick a' letter, addressed
by her father to the English Govern
ment, which set all doubts as to her
knowledge of his guilt at rest'
Patrick O'llara had conceived the
criminal plot of duping two Govern
ments in order to enrich the girl he
felt he might so soon be called upon,
to leave penniless. He askedonly that
she might be kept in ignorance of' her
father's guilt if death claimed him and
his duplicity were discovered.
And Dick swore to himself on "the
.day.. tUAt- Eileen O'Hara became, Ei
leen St. Aubyn unit nis wisnes snouiu
be respected. New York Commercial
.Advertiser. ' - '
Kinj; Edward Taken Aback; .
There-are times when the most tact
ful of men are taken aback by some
unexpected retort. Such' an experience
befell King" Edward of , England in
connection With the visit ot the South
African contingent of colonial troops .
to London at the termination bfthe
Boer war.' One' of the Cape scouts
was an unmistakable mulatto, with a
magnificent record for gallantry, how
ever. The King was reviewing the
men, walking down their extended
line, and occasionally, speaking to one
of them.. Opposite the colored man he
stopped.-
"And who are you, my man?" he
asked.
"I'm a nigger, youah majesty."
The- "most tactful ruler in Europe"
was nonplussed-by the unlooked-for re
ply. But he managed to say:
"Good! Then remain so,-my brave
fellow." With this he passed on. Sue
cess. Automobiles and JPotatoeu.
Rapid progress is being made with
the preliminary plans for the produc
tion of alcohol on a large scale in Ire
land for motor purposes, torwhich the
Department of Agriculture In Ireland
Is now turning its attention. Early
next year it is hoped the making of
alcohol from potatoes on a large scale
will be in full swing In Ireland. With
one exception all the petroleum con
sumed in that country is a foreign
product and the supply is limited. Al
cohol, on the other hand, is much
cheaper, can be produced in unlimited
quantity' from the potato and will
drive a car just as fast, if the mechan
ism, be slightly, modified. It is prob
able that an "international alcohol
competition-'' will-be- held.' in Ireland
next year, each car to use alcohol of
its own country's manufacture. Chi
cago News.
i WINDY WEATHER TALES.
The Place to See It Blow Ileal Hard in Up
in the North Sea,
The man who-lived in Canada opened
the store door and a gust of wind al
most blew out the lamps.
"Shet it, quick!" yelled the store
keeper, .making a grab for the wrap
ping paper.' .
. The man paused with the door half
open and surveyed the crowd in dis
gusted surprise.. Then he carefully
shut the door and took a seat as far
from the crack in the wall as possible.
"Sho, it's windy," said the town mar
shal. "Don't reckon them boats will
try ter git out to-day."
. The man eyed him pityingly. "Call
this windy? Shucks! "Why, up in Can
ada folks would say this was so nigh
a dead calm that It war n't no use ter
try ter go sailin'. 'Member one time
nothin' out' of the, common up thar,
but you "fellers might think it some
thin' I :was a-helpin' ter build a house,
and 'long in the evenin' the wind com
menced ter git up pretty strong. By
ah by It got so strong that us that
was workin' on the side of the house
that the wind was a'blowinr aginst
couldn't draw back our hammers
aginst it ter hit the nails, an' it kept
gittin' harder. Then I thought of a
way. I would just hold a nail where
I wanted it driv an' that blamed wind
was a'blowin' so hard that in less 'en
a minute that nail would be driv' plum
up. Got my side of the house finished
'fore them, on .the sheltered, side "was
half done." ... , .
"Huh!" " said the 'retired whaler,
"don't call that sich a hard wind. The
place to see the wind, blow hard is up
in the North Sea. .1 recalls a little. inci
dent that took place" when I was sec
ond on the Mary Jane bark, when we
was a'wintering' up . 'mongst the Ice
packs. An' bears? Them floes , was
jest natchally swarmin with polar
bears. We had muzzle-loadin' guns in
them days, an every blarsted grain of
our powder had got wet in a squall,
so we jest had to set an watch them
fine fat bears walk up an look at us
sorter contemptiou's an' then walk off.
"Wa-al, I didn't like that, so one day,
when thar was a little more of a breeze
than.usual, I fill up a pocket with bul
lets an' go for a walk.
"In a little while I. sees a bear right
straight down the wind from me, so
I takes out a bullet an holds it up
between my finger an thumb an' then
lets go. That bear dropped dead with
a hole plum through him; an' I "went
on huntin' till all my bullets was gone.
We killed more'u a thousand bears that
winter." . ,. .. . .
"Come back,, an'' shet that door!"
shouted the storekeeper after the man
who had" lived In Canada. Judge.
' A Conquering Fawn.
A sambhur.fawn I possessed in In
dia of the age of. four to six months
made -a practice of chasing all dogs
that 'came 'into the compound and did
so with every appearance of consid
ering it the. greatest' possible fun. The
dogs, on .the other hand, fl'e'uV.with their
tails between their legs' This fawn
evidently imagined itself -to be the
guardian and protector of.ihe estab
lishment. I have a 'vivid picture in
my" recollection of the gentle little
beast transformed into a perfect fury,
its coat bristling on end to make it
look twice its usual size; head and tail'
defiantly erect, stamping sharply on
the threshold with its dainty forefeet,
demonstrations intended to- frighten
away two pariah dogs who cringed
before it on the veranda, yet showed a
great desire to Intrude into the house.
The dogs finally sneaked off, depressed
and defeated, and the' conquering fawn
swaggered back into the room to be
praisedby me either' for. oncd. disdain
ing to chase its foes or deterred there
from by its strong dislike to the noon
day sun. London Spectator. . ,
A Pleasing; Army Incident.
One of those little incidents which
make army life in. Europe so pleasant,
is reported from Irkutsk. A Russian
army officer stationed there asked a
Jew for a match to light a cigarette.
The latter thought the tone used by the
officer Avas insolent and refused to
give him one. The officer thep. of
fered him money for a match, but
without, success. Then the officer
pulled his revolver ami shot the Jew,
mortally wounding him. In the gen
eral scrimmage which followed the of
ficer mortally wounded another civ
ilian. - The German Empire is divided info
145 Chamber of Commerce districts.
Each Chamber of Commerce has con
trol of its own finances and is com
pelled by law to appoint an able and
experienced man as Secretary. . ,Wi
" ... ' MINCE PIE.
I love to sit and think a while
And smile!
I love tf sit and think a while.
Awhile the waiter up to the aiale .
Between the rows"of tables neat, "
Brings me the jumbled gob of swee6
Mince pie!
Oh, my!
I love to grab the sprinkler in
My fin
T love to grab the sDrinlder in
My shakinK hand and then begin
To gently lift the pie's hot edge,
And pulverised in rapturu wedge
. In ray . '
Mince pie! "j
And then I love to take my case
And freeze
And then I love to take my case
And freeze to it, and rub my knees
With t'other hand in set conteal-
All raptures of the joy gjtfcs blent
In me!
Oh, gee!'
I lore to taste the toothsome disk
And wis'.
That I might taste the toothsome disli J
Till elephants all turn to fish
L maidens never long to wed!
No other bliss may serve instead
Of my
Mince pie!
And then, when everything ia done.
And none
And then, when everything is done.
And none is left where I'd begun,
I love to feel my proud soul soar
As eagerliy I order more
Mince pie
Oh, fie!
Baltimore News.
"You acted terribly distrait this af
ternoon. Are you in love?" "I don't
know; it all depends on Bradstreet'sr
papa is looking him up." Houstoa
Post .
Cholly "D-did; I hit anything,
guide?" Guide "No; you fired too
quick. If you'donly waited ten sec
onds my head would have been right in
range." Judge.
Though perhaps created second, ...
Lovely woman need not smart; ;-.JV
Like the. postscript to. the. letter,. 4
She's the most important part. '
New York Sun.
Briggs "There are a number of
strangers in town just now." Griggs
"How do you know?" "Well, to-day
I noticed in the cars that quite a num
ber of ladies were offered scats."
Life.
First Tourist (in Switzerland) "Our
landlord must know English pretty
well." Second Tourist I haven't
heard him speak it yet.? First Tourist
"No; but he understood your uer-
mau." Judge.
The Husband "I'll make out the de-
nosit in your name, and all you have to
di is take it to the bank." The Wife
"But sudooso I want to draw out some
day, how will they know which is my
money?" Brooklyn Life.
Butler "I know that butcher acts
rather queerly at times, but the doc
tors say he is in full control of his
mental faculties." Baker "Yes, but
that cannot call for much of an effort.
you know." Boston Transcript.
A garden is this world of ours,
Where fate has scattered many seeds;
And Kome may pluck the bonnie flowers
And some must sioop 10 pun i;us.
Washington Star.
Mr. Klumsav (waltzing) "My, how-
slippery this floor is! It's hard to keep
on your feet." Miss Sharpe un.
you're really trying to keep on my leer.
thpn nre vou? I thougfit it was mere
ly accidental." Philadelphia Press.
Mrs Newrich had been describing
her visit to Turkey. Friend "Then,
of course, you saw the Dardanelles r
Mrs. Newrich "Why, no, we didn't.
Thev called, but we were out." Cin
cinnati Commercial-Tribune.
"Telegraphing without wires is no
new thing," remarked the gray-haired
tassenger. "Isn't, ea:'r querieu im
drummer. "Not by a jugful, contin
ued the old man. "Why, sir, when I
published a country newspaper forty
years ago I got. nearly all my telegraph
news that way." Chicago Daily News.
The Bones of St. Nicholas.
- The cities of Bari and Venice, in
Italy, have long disputed as to which
possessed the authentic bones of 'St.
Nicholas. . The question eems now
to have been settled' in favor of Bari
for a Russian general, B:ij;;doiioviteh.
evidently acting , for .his Government,
has offered Bari 1.000.000 roubles for
them, about $5:2000. Before tta Czar
ascended the throne he visifed the rel
ics aud Quceir Helena adjured the or
thodox church, and joined the church
of Home in the Bari Cathedral, where
they are deposited. It is not likely
; that Bari will accept the offer, ..4
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