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"Not so tiresome as the day," he answered. 1 bad to red-ink the same grammatical error a eoglasen different and "cogsecutive ex- amination papers,. and if young Morgan had made it inthe nineteenth, 1 should have kill- ed him--slgwly and painiully." "Eighteen?" she questioned, trying to smile and squint through the eye of a needle at the same time, "Well---at least three," he confessed. "They are nice boys, but they | instead of lie-- like a lot of hens, That A at will have to bant before it can get through the eye of your needle," . It was in before he had &nished speaking, but her glasses fell 'off, and it popped out again, "It's the rich man and the kingdom of heaven," commented Graham, "Try again It's unly twice too large fog the hole" "Only women can do the impossible," she answered unperturbed, and succeeded forth with! "There!" "You're right," he answered, w.th pected seriousness; "only women can." He bent forward to knock our his pipe on the andiron, and remained for a moment with his elbows on his knees, staring at the fire. She looked across at hin, her needie caught in the middle of a stitch; the sadness of his face was very evident, becayse he did not know that she was watching him. She went with her sewing, casting furtive glances aft him the while; presently the sound of sleigh bells broke the silence. : "There's Johnny," said Graham, and Tose A draught of air made the fire flicker, and their elder boy--the one who was a Senior at Yale--came in, kissed his mother, shook hands with his father, and asked for a cup of tea, "Why, it's nearly dinner time," objected Mts. Graham, as she touched a match to the aleohol lamp; "you'll have to wait til] the water boils again. Turn on the light, Johnny. I can't gee you with only the fire." {You could see well enough to embroider towels," reproved Johnny. "When will you learn to take care of your eyes?" "Probably never. Besides, it's close work. Do turn on the light" The house was wired for electricity, ap- parently for use in illuminating the room. It was nevir used anywhere John lit the lamp. "McGurk drove me up," he said, as he fe- placed the chimney. "He had to leave Sea- bury and Hawkins at the school, so we went there first." "They're back for the alumni dinner, I sup- pose?' said Mrs. Graham "Yes. I stopped there a mgment to see the kid. He told me to tell you he was bring- ing a couple of boys avr for dinner" "Porthos and Athos, i suppose?" Graham, / "The. same. They're a 'great triumvirate, aren't they? Mr. Blake said that the "Judge and the Magnate were going to arrive to- night." "Good! an age." Mrs. Graham had gone out to tell the cook that there would be extra people to dinner, and the pious ejaculations of that perfervid Hibernian retainer, who always prayed both loud and long when told of an"unexpected J guest, came faintly from the kitchen. "Maggie's always up to sample, isn't she?" commented John, "I wonder if we could get along without her?" "We couldn't, and she knows it," replied Grahani. "Did 'Maggie enter her usual pro- test? he asked, as his wife came back. " "The shtedk is not made av rubber, praises. be," quoted Mrs. Graham, in a rich South Irish brogue. "'An' how can I maké food fer three feed a dozen? Answer me thot! Oh, Maggie is tow absurd." - "Protest is in her. blood," answered Gra- ham, "and she doesn't mean any more by it than any other Irish: legislator. Here come the boys," he added, as the stamping of feet and a laugh in the corridor heralded "the Three Musketeers. "We're not late, are we?" younger of the Graham boys. again" "I suppose it will be one of those con- foundéd white Christmases," commented Graham as he shook hands with Porthos and s. "Well, perhaps they have their good points," he corrected as he caught his wife's reproachiul eye. "Mrs. Graham will. never let. me sdy anything against them, but I'd unex- not. very else, asked I haven't seen either of them for asked Peter, the "It's snowing try that wasn't so aggressively Puritanical-- the West Indies, for instance. - Many old boys back for the dinner?" | "Lots," answered Peter, "and more com- Jing to-morrow. The Judge and the Magnate get 'here on the eight o'clock. It's great ey're © 2 » "Who are they exactly?' asked Athos. "Theyre the two boys that gave me the most trouble in my first year here" answered | Graham. "Everybody prophesied an evil end '} for both of them, and everybody was right, as usual. One's a judge for the Circuit Court, and the other owns all the railroads east of the Mississippi." \ "Then how de you mean that everybody i was right?" asked Porthos, who sometimes rose too late for the fly. od "Becuuse Syerthody a be Jw ® replied Athos, indul : ; Porthos said Peter, his eyes on the: ceil- i "Porthos doesn't 'express himself at all. He comes by fseight--in the cabguse." "Dinner's ready," interrupted Mrs. Graham, J who was always alittle aired that achoo boy nage ypight hurt the feelings of her goo Daas In hér girthood she ha wn his mother, and had been intimately acquainted with himself when the was du in- lize that he was old enough to take 'fant #8 @ consequence she could. read care of f biwsel : : "All the same," said Porthos to Athos they moved towards the dining-room, | don't think Mn Graham prophesied a bad end for sgither of them" 2 § "Shi" sald Athos, "he'll hear you" i . du't he? demanded Porthos. seryedin the | as " bath- | prefer to migrate every winter to some coun- ¢ THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG SATURDAY, JUNE 4, 1910. Grahams resélve to dismiss their tr vants] and get a Maggie to do. the work, if they had to go to Irelind after her. But they mover did, because they could never find 2 Maggie. She was waitress, valet cook, und spiritual adviser all in one, and this evening when she opened the dogf to the Judge and th nate, she openly ained, God for their pres. ence. When Graham reached the door, 'she had begun to scold them both for walking fre m the school in a howling blizzard, "Well, welll" said the Judge, as he greeted Graham. "1 don't believe you or yours have changed a bit since 'the Flood, and here's the Magnate bald as a tin lamp, and me with one foot mn the grave™y Be'it known, the Judge was so great that he had no need to be grammatical. "It's mighty good to be back" said the Magnate, apd they came into the library with Graham between them, all three talking at once. "It makes me feel twenty years younger to sce you two again," said Mrs. Graham. Now sit right down and tell me a1 about yeyery- thing--both of you--bgfore 4 lot more ofd boys come and sidetrack Martin agd me" It was a large order, but they did their best fo fill it, and succeeded to Such good purpose in fifteen minutes, that the Three Musketeers sat: silently. agape except when they were. laughing. The Magnate was a wit and the Judge was a humorist; Graham was a little bit of both, and Mrs. Graham knew how to keep them all going. As the room filled with graduates, Graham and his wife werg swept away in the currents of hospitality, but not before they had jointly extracted promises from the Jadge and the Magnate to remain after all the rest had gone. The erowdsre- cent alemai for the most part--filled the little library, overflowed into the dining-room and parlor, gave vent to occasional soil, and sé parated into groups where £yvery sentence began with "Remember the time?" Fhe Gra- hams had their hands full; the Judge and the Magnate remained Jn their secluded corner, and it is doubtful if cither of them onee mgen- tioned the Interstate Commerce Law, though the Magnate might have to appear beforeWhe Judge almost any @ne day to answer viola- tio of it. Presently, as middle-aged' men will, when opportunity offers, they took to examining the younger generation. "Don't these boys average ten years young- er than we did at their age?' remarked the Judge. "Do you put sentences like that opinions?" retorted the Magnate. "I hope not. But don't they?" % "They do," said the Magnate, and added, "Do you come back here to see the schoot or to se¢' Graham?" "I've thought of that too. I Graham with me--mostly Graham, rate." "Me too," said the Magnate. "I often won- der' why he ever stuck to school teaching. Nts all wrong, I know, but somehow | can't feel that 'it's quite the plice for a man as | brilliant as he is." # "Why is that, I wonder? It's hard to ex- i plain why a fine profession is almost univer- satly considered petty--and all wrong, as you say. Do you know, Billy, I've often had an idea that he was never quite satisfied with it?" | The Magnate- locked hun with mm measureable scorn. "And you a judge! Just had a vague idea-- is that all? Servant of M:immon that am, I could tell that by looking at him. "Looks discontented, do you think?" "Far from it. There's something, though ~~cah't you sec what I aneéan? Wait 6 he smiles, The Judge waited. "I said, | had an idea that he wasn't satis fied," he remarked slowly; "that's legal cau- tion, 1 suppose. There's always been some- thing in lus face that baffled me. It's not disappointment, 'or resignation, of ydiscontent, or any of those things, because 1ere's no- thing womanish about Graham, and hes about the best loser ever knew. He's a Lighter." ' "1 wonder if you know that as well as 1 do? murmared "the Magunate. The Judge, over his ears in his favorite pool of character study, did not hear him. "You've only to laok at his jaw to see that," he went on; "that is, if you didn't know it in other ways it's not resignation, nor anything weak and acquiescent like that. But lie's not in love with his profession" "Generally," said the Magnate, "a man can control circumstances if he's as strong as Graham is. But solpetimes there's a psycho- logical mioment to secure control, and if you don't do it then you never can" "That's it!" exclaimed the Judge. "Graham missed his moment, and he was too good sport ever to squeal zbout it to any one. That's why we're reasoning from a surmise imstead of from a certainty now." "But did he, afier 3 Would he be as big a man anywhere else as he is here? Can a man's own preference always be relied upon to show him his work in the world?" "Perhaps not. Perhaps not. How many hundreds of boys have graduated from here since ? Mag. b in your think at it's any ut 0, our time? "A good many." "And they've all got something of Graham in them--all that are good for anything. He's a big man, Billy, a mighty big man, and the sphere isn't so limited as it looks." "Rar you suppose," 'said the Magnate slow- ly, "that he ever thinks of that side of it? "Not he! He doesn't knew his own size in the first place." "Ye# he's missed his moment, and he's not as happy as he should be. Deo you think 'any one ever tells him things such as we've been saying now?" | The Judge caught the idea. Afterward he ; claimed that he thought of it first, and that the Magnate only clabora the details. i Eventually the discussion/almost 'caused a ; rupture in their friends, But just mow there "was no disputation, for the time was y short if they weg to put the great scheme through beiord Christmas. It was a scheme more Gallic than Afglo-Saxon; the Judge's name 'was Duhamel, and he afterwards {brought forward that fact in sapport of Rus claim the discovery, but the Magnate cast aspersions ont his logic The Magnate's name was Jenkins. : {The two were the list to feave Graham's house that sight for their quarters in ome of |e school bu:ldings; it was after one in the { morning when the door closed behind them, Graham came back to the library when he had seen them off, and found John standing alone by the fireside. - = "The snow is making fast" he said as he sank into his favorite chair, and lit a good: night pipe. "It's nice to see them all again-- 'some in rags and some in tags, and some in velvet gowns." a velvet tham rags. though, bless 'em! pipe was i "Father," answered the boy, "I'm been thinking over our last conversation, and 1 cant see my way to being dependent on yo for a medical dmcation, with the kid coming on and all. J conlik make enough money in three years--school-teaching™ Grahzm's hand bad betn over his eyes, shading them from the lamp. He dropped it at John's last words, and the boy saw in his father's face something that was almost neve villible there--the bitter travail in which his characteristic smile had been born. "Johnny," said Grah-m after a moment, "you have no right tc md me of anything we have looked forward to so long. If your inclinations "You kndw my inclinations, sir. "Better than you do. They wege mine once, ind I've had thirty years to get perspective on them. I thought, as you do, that I could » earn all T needed in three years--and I'm not | in a a doctor yet. "I've been all that time rofession that deserved a man's heart and bad only hall of mine. Ive€ hated it sometimes, and it's far too good for that. All that time-- all these thirty years--the blood has gone back to my heart and made me sick every time I dodged an ambulance in the street, or saw the outside of a hospital. It would have been much better to borrow the money at ruinous interest, and--" He broke off, and poked the fire savagely. "Don't be a fool, John. - If you are, you'll be a failure too, and you may miss meeting the woman God made for you--as 1 have not" With a hand that trembled, the b3y turned op the lamp till it smoked, and then turned it down again. - "I think 1 never understood before--at least not quite. I'll let Sou pay." "Thanks," said Graham, dryly. He rose and stood with his back-to the fireplace, the ome weak spot in his armour once more ¢f-: John fectually concealed. Upon impulse, placed both hands on his father's shoalders and looked into his eyes. "But a failure--you?" he said. "I think you're the most successful man in the world." One of Graham's usual guizzical retorts was on the tip of his tongue, but he did not let it slip off. "The leopards spots, my dear boy" was all he said "I'm a very fortunate man at any rate." "Aren't you two boys going to bed?" said Mrs. Graham, entering at that moment. "I've decided to do what Father wants about studying medicine." John blurted it ont "I'm so glad. at her husband. "Well, let's all go to bed," said Graham, characteristically closing the subject. But he lingered after they had left the library, revolving many memories and pondering many hopes. So well and carefully did the Judge and the Magnate conceal their tracks, that until Gra- ham came down to; breakfast on Christmas morning he suspected nothing. His end of the table was almost entirely covered with letters; Mrs, Graham, John, and Peter, who were accessories before the fact, were in a state of more or less suppressed enthusiasm, inl Maggie, who always invaded the dining- roony horse, foot, and artillery when interest- ed in anything that was going on there, was very much ith evidence. Graham looked aghast at the, letters. "My sins have found me ont," he said "These must be from nearly all my former wives." "Look 2t 'em, Dad," pleaded Peter. "At the outside--yes. - Bat 1 shan't Open them till I'm a guod deal less fervous than I .am now 'The Red Cross stamps alone would endow the Adirandacks." He controlled his curiosity till he had ed his breakfast, and Maggie becime so ampaticnt that she retired to the kitchen and smashed crockiry for five minutes pon end "Lhe man ate heartily sestzed calm,' opened the first letter. She kissed him, and smiled condewincd Grabam's face changed he read, as sure. It was a shadow of the way he had booked at their wedding, his wife and at a very few uther times m cogether, He read le€ter after letter, oblivi- pus or almost oblivious of the rest of the 'amily. There were letters from men who had been boys thirty years ago, and from poys bf last year; letters from boys he dimly remembered, and from some that he had al- most completely forgotten; letters {rom the West, the East, the South, and the North; irom. Wall 'Street, and from the prairies. None of them were very long, but every one of them recalled relations and events which 1¢ thought had long since faded from the memories of these Christmas correspondents. Some thanked him for something that he wad done for them in the old days; some, and these were the most pleasant of ally thanked fim not at all, but only wished him the merriest of Christmases; some jested, and a iew were pensive. All {he parties signatory had quite evidently 'written with a keen plea- sure in the writing, for the Judge's circular letter had commanded this--"if you can't do it con amore, don't do it at all" As Graham inished each letter he passed it to John, and t went the round of. the table. In thé end ie looked across the centre-picce at his wife, shen turned. to John with a smile that was is his old smile, yet in some way subtly dif- ferent, 8 "Perhaps," he said, "you'd better school after all" Saved Bishop Anderson's Family. The presence of mind of Motorman Henry teach Cawdrey, Chicago, saved the children of Bi- shop Charles P. Anderson from almost cer- tain death, last week, in a collision on the Batavia branch of the Aurora, Elgin & Chi- sago railway. Seven persons were . among them the three daughters of "the Pishop, who suffered painful cuts and bruises. ¢ girls are Katharine, aged seven, Nancy, aged five, and Janet, aged eighteen. They sad been visiting Canon Moore of Batavia and were returning to Chicago when the ac- sdent" ofturred. A runaway coal ear caubed the wreck srashing into the from end of the passenger car. When Ceowdrey saw a collision was bound to result he reversed the power and set the brakes; then ran back into the car and seized the smaller Anderson children He had succeeded in getting them halfway to the rear of the car when the crash tame. The children were in the front seat, just be- hind the motorman, at 'the spot where the [demolition was must complete. Canadian friends and relations of the Bi- : Canadian wife, feel deeply grate. courageous motorman. Er So the deprive your mother i i and observed Jobm, as his father and! lost the expression of whimsical dismay that | had rested upon it since he entered the room, | [he deep lines softened; the calm optimism | of it became vavitied by a very poignant plea-; thought, | their life hurt-- BISHOP KNEW THE KING. ------ Was "Every Inch a Xing" Says the Great i Bishop Poane, in Albany Church Record. Slight and remote as they are, my associas itlons with, and my recollections of, King {Edward VII. so interested a few people with iwhom | was speaking of them tid other day jthat they asked me to.put them in print. My {fest association is with a service in Trinity {church, New York, at which 1 was present, {when he came over as Prince of Wales in 1860. In the regular Psalter of the day, -in that not infrequeny fitness of coincidence, came the verse, "Give the king Thy judg- iments, O God, and Thy righteousness unto ithe king's son." When the Prince went to Philadelphia. in the old Camden and Amboy days, he passed through Burlington and ask- ed about my father, saying that he had promised the Queen to look him up because she remembered him when he was in Eng land in 1841. The conductor of the train took him to the platform of the car and {pointed out St Mary's church, and in the {churchyard the tomb over my father's grave i Years afterwidids, when I was presented to the Prince, I reminded him of' this and told him of the pleasurg it had given me, and he called the fact. 1 had the honor of several presentations to the Prince and was once presented to him | singe he™Decame King. He combined in a {very royal way genial and kindly humor with ja very marked dignity of presence. As he | walked up the long central passage of the Imperial Iystitute in his full uniform, beside {the minute figure of his mother dressed in the plainest possible black, he looked what he was--although then only the Prince-- "¢very inch a king" The last time that I saw him was in Buck- ingham Palace at one of the evening musical parties given there. When I was passing through the room in which the famous Wind- sor plate is kept, the Ambassador saw me 'and called me in to the enclosure where the : Prince was, and said: "Your royal Highness, {this is the Bishop of Albany in America, who 'has come here to preach the anniversary. sér- mon of the S.P.G" And 1 said that 1 was gratified to find that the Ambassador could rattle off those mystical words so fluently, i because when | was dining with him the day before he had not the faintest idea what they stood for until I told him. And, much to the { amusement of the prince as well as of my- self, he said he was going to deliver an ad- 'dress to the Society for the Propagation of Green Peas. 1 remember the Prince turned to the Ambassador then, saying (it was dur- ing the Boxer movement in China), "Dy you think, Mr. Ambassador, that this is a boxing match or a war?" - !. During the last Lambeth Conference 1 was twice presented to him, once in Bucking: ham Palace and once in Marlborough House and one never can forget the really: cordial courtesy of his manner to each or us. His death ends a very remarkable reign, short but most significant, and summed up in what is said to have been almost his last conscious utterance; "It is 411 over and I think 1 have done my duty.' iw i § : t : ire | | | | i An Incident in Biarritz. A circumstance of singular pathos was re: called by Rev. B. 8S" Batty '(vicar of Bols over), at the outset uf his sermon on a recent | Sunday morning, Wh le worshipping dn a little church on the Spanish fronticr a fortnight ago, he said. he noted with- what fervor a gentleman sitting in front of uhm was singing the hymns--the {Bymns they had sung that morning--"0 God our help in ages past," and "Jesu lover of my soul." He noticed how that gentleman was those hymns joyiully. They wert { i singing gImnmg ng: F'me, like an ever rolling ijpass all its sons away; y fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day I'hey also sang that moming: Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storms of life be past; Sufe into. the haven guide, OQ, recgive my soul zt last He (the vicar) was talking to the English chaplain after the service, and the latter told him that they had those two hymns becaus: that gentleman had especially asked for them, and that they were his favorite hymns. "That was just a fortnight ago to-day, and that gentleman was King Edward VIL" ct-- stream, Books of the Old Testament. The Great" Jehovah speaks to us {In Genesis and Exodus; i Leviticus and Numbers see, : Followed by Deuteronomy; {Joshua and Judges sway the land, { Ruth gleans a sheaf with trembling { Samuel, and numerous Kings appear, {The Chrogicles we wondering hear; Ezra and Nehemiah, now Esther, the beauteous mourner, show; Job speaks in sighs, David in Psalms, The Proverbs teach to scatter alms; Ecclesiastes now comes along, And the sweet Song of Solomon; {saiah, Jeremiah then With Lamentations takes his pen; Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea's lyres Swell. Joel, Amos, Obadiah's Next, Jonah, Micah, Nahum come And lofty Habakkuk finds room, Zephaniah to repentance calls * Haggai, Zachariah build the walls, And Malachi, with garments rent, Concludes the ancient Testament. | | | | { hand; . 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