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BY FRANK H. SWEET.
HE GREAT week was over, and “That is nice. By to-morrow the
of the three or four hundred girls dear old buildings will be empty and ho had filled the college-buildings and ready to enter upon their long summer mpus with their bright, earnest lives, sleep. How strange to think of our girls t more than a dozen remained; and becoming so scattered! Where do you bst of this dozen had their trunks go ?” ked for speedy departure.
“To Longley." But among the two or three who had The answer was unpremeditated; but , who did not even know whether she oddly enough, with it vanished the listuld pack, or where she could go if she lessness and discontent and doubt from , was Mary Cathcart, the poet of the the girl's face. As the French teacher duating class.
turned away, she skipped rather than This morning she was standing near walked across the campus, ran up the entrance of the lecture-hall, wonder- steps and into the building which had been what she would do. For ten days her home for four long years, and on up had been looking hopefully for a the stairs to her own prettily furnished er, but none had come.
room. To Longley? Of course. It ly to come now.
was from there that she had been expecthe had not fitted herself for anything ing the letter. ial; and she rather looked forward Two hours later her trunk was packed oming back after the summer holidays and at the station, and she had purchased ake a post-graduate course, when, if a ticket. She had money enough left hould seem best, she would study for to pay her expenses for a month. Beof the half-dozen callings which many yond that she did not know. er schoolmates were already entering As the train whirled away from the 1. But it all depended on the letter, station she caught a fleeting glimpse of the letter had not come.
the college-buildings on the slope, and girl but little older than herself came her face grew tender. They had been kly from the building, folding some the only home she had known since leavs
which she had apparently justing that other one in the Far West, where h. It was the French teacher, and for years she had been nurse and her vas now going straight to the station, mother invalid. Then the trees shut ke the next train for home. Mary the buildings from view, and her thoughts d at her a little enviously. She had went forward to Longley. Whom would her trunk taken away a half hour she find there? Would she even find
anybody? A letter which had come to the teacher reached the foot of the her after her mother's death, more than she smiled and nodded.
four years before, bidding her to enter Not gone yet, Miss Cathcart ?” she upon a course at college, and stating that
money would be sent to her from time No; I am looking around."
to time, as before, was all she had to go understand. It is a lovely place. by. The letter had been posimarked pected to find it hard to leave; but “Longley.” Before that, money had the past week everything seems so been sent to her mother from banks in and dreary that I am glad to get New York, Boston and other cities, but When do you go?"
never from the same city twice. And second before, Mary had not even during her college course it had been the ht of packing her trunk. Now she red promptly: “On the afternoon She had always been generously sup
plied, and had furnished her room well,
and dressed well, and had money to “Y-es, I thought I might find a relaspend. Then, as the end of the course tive here. When is the next train ?" approached, she had confidently looked “Not till to-morrer.” forward to another letter. But none had She drew a long breath.
The one postmarked Longley “Is there a hotel near ?" was her only clue; and even that might “Fact’ry boardin’-house; but I guess have been mailed by someone passing it's pretty full. It only has rooms for through the place.
seven or eight. That's it down yonder," Her mother thought the money might pointing with his finger; "the house with have come from a wealthy uncle who had a blind swingin' on one hinge. Be you some disagreement with the family, and lookin' for a job? The bookkeeper 's who took this way of saving his pride. been fired, an’ they ain't found another He was eccentric and fond of traveling yet; though I do n't know as they 'd about from place to place. But there take on a woman. Then I hear they 're was also a family tradition of a great aunt needin' two or three more somewhere, who had property, and who That 's all the jobs I know of, unless it's never communicated with any of her old Tom Farrar's. He's been man-o'relatives.
all-work 'round the mill ever since nobody The train rushed on, and the half-dozen knows when; but has been sick now for schoolmates who were in it dropped away a month or so an' sort o'wanderin' in his one by one. At length Longley was mind. Gettin' old, ye see, an' been called, and Mary rose with suddenly workin' pretty hard. But of course you beating heart and hurried out to the little do n't want that job. Well, good luck platform of a small country station. to ye, whatever ye do. But oh, say!”
But as she looked around, her heart as she started down the platform. “I sank. There was a long, unpainted 'most forgot. I heerd this mornin' that building with many small windows, which the woman who's been nussin' Tom is she afterwards learned was a cotton-fac- goin' off to-day. Mebbe ye could get tory. She could hear the harsh "clack, her job. The pay won't be much, but clack, clack-i-clack,” of the looms from Tom's home is a good place to live in as where she stood. Around the mill were homes in fact'ry tenements go." several dozen small houses, all alike, and Mary nodded her thanks, a sudden all without shade-trees or yards. She resolution flashing into her eyes. She looked around eagerly for a mansion with was a girl who made up her mind quickly, piazzas and lawn, but there was none; often on impulse, as now.
She had not only the unpainted factory tenements, thought of obtaining a situation, but why with two or three buildings in the midst not? If she returned to the college-town of them which might be stores or offices. she would scarcely have money enough Just from the campus and spacious col- to pay her expenses through the vacation, lege buildings, it seemed unutterably even with the strictest economy. By the dreary and lonesome, and Mary turned time school commenced she would of longingly toward the train which was course have another check from the undisappearing in the distance. Of course known relative, and be able to keep on it was a mistake, coming here.
with her studies; but she did not like the The station-master was dragging her idea of getting entirely out of funds. If trunk back from the edge of the platform she could do something to even pay her where it had been dropped. She went expenses, she would be able to save the to him.
little she had for any emergency that “There are no Cathcarts here, of might occur. course ?” she said, more as an assertion So when the boarding-house keeper than a question.
grimly informed her that there was not “No, guess not; never heerd of any. a room, not even a lounge, vacant she Be you lookin' up some ?”
did not look dismayed as she might otherwise have done, but smilingly inquired snatches of song as she did so. She had her way to the home of Mr. Farrar. not known what she was fitted for. Now There she found a middle-aged woman she knew that she could be a good nurse. who greeted her anxiously. But on learn- Perhaps she could also be good at other ing Mary's errand the woman's face things; but she had not found that out cleared.
yet. “That's what I call a special Provi- What surprised her most were the books dence!” she exclaimed, heartily. "You in every room, some of which even she see, I've got to go, for my sister 's sick; looked at with awe. And they all showed but I have been hatin' to leave old Mr. marks of much use, as well as loving care. Farrar. The very best I could think of The old man's hands were rough and was gettin' a neighbor's little girl, only calloused, as befitted a man-of-all-work fourteen, to come in; but she'd be a around the mill; but for all that, he was pretty poor excuse. Have you done any evidently a scholar, and Mary felt that nussin'?"
she could read proof of it in the strong “I took care of my mother quite a
brow and dreamy eyes. good many years before she died."
As the days went by these eyes began “Then it's all right, an' I'm glad. to follow her as she moved softly about You won't have a bit of trouble lookin' the room, contentedly and lovingly at arter things here. Mr. Farrar 's one of first, then with a questioning wistfulness, the best housekeepers I know, if he has as though the clouded mind were striving kept bachelor's hall
. There's every- to grasp something it could not quite thing one wants to do with, an' it's all reach. Then one day there were several spick an’span. An' Mr. Farrar him- minutes when the eyes grew clear and self won't give a mite of trouble. Even intelligent, during which they gazed at when he's wanderin', which has been her with almost startled wonder. The most of the time, so fur-he's gentle an' next day the lucid interval was longer, soft-spoken. One can 't help lovin' the and several times repeated. But he did old man.
But come in! come in!” not speak, only gazed at her and passed stepping back from the doorway to allow his hand across his brow from time to Mary to enter; "you might as well be- time, as though to clear his brain. Once gin right off, an' I'll be packin' my he turned his face to the wall, and when trunk.”
she went to him a little later she found “Is he very ill ?” Mary asked, as she of tears upon his cheeks. went inside.
Then came a morning when he was “Well, no; not so very, now. He's strong enough to sit up in bed; but still gettin' better slowly. The doctor says the wistfulness and wonder remained in he 'll begin to sense things in another his eyes, and mingled with them now was week, an' arter that he 'll pick up fast. a certain resignation. Presently he moBut you ’re likely to be needed for a tioned Mary to his side. month or more.
“You are a new nurse ? ” he said. when I fust come that he could only pay “Yes." three dollars a week, for he had other “I knew it, of course, but I have n't expenses to meet outside. I s'pose you said anything. I-I have been trying 'll get the same. But it's a nice place to get my mind clear. I thought as I to stay, an' I think you 'll like it."
got stronger my mind would get better, She was right; Mary did like it. As but it do'n't. I-I'm afraid it is getting the woman had said, there seemed to be
I suppose I'm growing old and everything to do with, and it was all in it's to be expected, but I've been planits place and “spick an' span.” She ning for a good deal of reading and study remembered many of the tempting dishes yet, and have n't realized how the years which she had prepared for her mother, slip by.” and she made them now, singing little Mary stroked his hand softly.
“You cannot get well all at once, Mr. into the world. But I did n't give up Farrar,” she chided. “You have been the idea altogether; I would send somevery sick, you know. But you are grow- body in my place. So I looked around. ing stronger gradually, and your brain I had no relative save a little girl I played is becoming clearer. I can see it." with when a boy. She had married and
“You do n't understand,” he answered, gone West. I traced her up, and found gently. “My body's stronger, but my that her husband was dead and she an mind don't seem to gain. It made you invalid without means. That was someout to be somebody else from the first, thing nearer than college; so I sent her and has persisted in the hallucination what money I had to spare from time to ever since. I've looked in other direc- time. When she died, I had her girl go tions, and changed my thoughts to other to college.” things; but it's no use. You've taken He paused with his gaze upon the care of me, so my mind says you are coverlet, his eyes unobservant, dreamy, somebody I used to know a long time reminiscent. ago, who's now dead. I suppose it's Mary had risen, her eyes shining. what people call second childhood.” Why did n't you write to her direct ?” Then, changing the subject abruptly: she breathed. "How long have I been sick ?."
“Well, she was a college-girl, you see, “I do not know. I have only been with college-girls' notions. I liked to here two weeks. It is now the fifteenth think of her as my girl, and to plan things of July."
for her. If I'd written to her direct itHe looked startled.
it might have been different. You see, “ That late!” he gasped. “Why, I- I'm just a man-of-all-work in a factory.” I've got a little girl off to school who He held up his hands, white and transought to have been written to long ago. parent from his illness, but still knotty Will you bring me my pen and paper and hard from a lifetime of toil. “Í from the desk?"
do n't know much about girls," he went She complied, but his hand trembled on, "but I want to think of this one as so that he could not hold the
mine, and I can't bear the thought of “Let me do it for you,” she said, taking her ever the pen from his shaking fingers and “Mr. Farrar, do you think any girl moving a small table close to his bedside. could be ashamed of you?” "Now how shall I begin ?”
The quick, passionate cry brought his But he remained silent, looking at her gaze suddenly from the coverlet. What doubtfully.
he read in her voice, in her eyes, brought "I--you see, I do n't write to her a look of rapt understanding to his face. direct,” he said at length, hesitatingly. "Then it is n't my mind wandering!" “There's an old friend in New York he exclaimed, tremulously. “It's her, who acts for me.” He was silent for really and truly her! Mary, bring me some minutes longer, then went on, that tin box in
She brought it, and he ran his fingers “The letter must be written, and I through the contents eagerly, soon findsuppose it 'll be best to explain things a ing a tintype which he opened and held little. You see, when I was a boy I had up for her inspection. It might have a strong notion for college, but there were been her own picture, so exact was the reasons why I had to work hard year after likeness. She recognized it with a low cry. year. When at last I was so fixed that I “It's your mother, Mary," he said, could go, I felt that I was too old. Besides, softly, “taken just before she went West.” I was sort of settled with the books I liked
FRANK H. SWEET. to read, and had lost ambition to go out Waynesboro, Va.
MIRROR OF THE PRESENT.
IGNIFICANT EVENTS IN THE POLITICAL, SOCIAL AND
e New Political Revolution Inaugu- the government of many cities and states had rated by The November Elections
practically passed into the hands of notorious in City and State.
bands of criminals whose leaders were in the "HE NOVEMBER elections have an United States Senate or were occupying other
historic significance. They represent powerful positions in government, while their opening battle in a new moral revolution lieutenants were acquiring millions of dollars
revolution incomparably greater and through the sale of the people's public franre significant in its influence upon the fun- chises to the multi-millionaire representatives hental principles of democratic gover- of public-service corporations and monopolies ht than any popular uprising since the anti- operated for the despoiling of the people and ery agitation which preceded the Civil the enriching of the few. From year to year
For almost fifty years there has steadily republican government became more and en in the American nation a distinctly un- more a farce. From year to year the tyranny erican and reactionary movement which and oppression of corporation magnates and pred class-government and was inherently high financiers became more unbearable, yet rical to free institutions. For many years their power seemed to be constantly augmented sinister influence of the political machine in the nation, the state and the city. The inated by corrupt bosses failed to prop- November election was the first registered
impress the electorate with its menace protest on a large scale of the American people
corporate wealth, and finally for the a sweeping victory over the most corrupt, al domination of government by public- powerful and arrogant machine in any muce companies and powerful trusts and nicipality of the United States, with the posþpolies, had it not been for the union of sible exception of the Tammany organization leged interests with unscrupulous parti- in New York, and in spite of the desperate
the former furnishing vast campaign efforts of the corrupt boss, United States ibutions and the latter building up cor- Senator Penrose, and the discredited Gov
organizations dominated by men inno- ernor Pennypacker, both of whom fought bf all moral principles and ready to resort with the fury of despair to further the interests 1 forms of dishonesty and corruption to of the thieves who had robbed the city of un
victory for their bosses and masters, told millions of dollars and had been respon-
that behind them stood the wealth of dred citizens through typhoid fever.
But for the last quarter of a century the United States. Its infamous character minous and sinister onward march of was admirably described by Mr. Blankenburg pntrolled machine has been so rapid that in his great series of ARENA papers which did