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froff sued , f nlaceii my mother in a chair, and •Oteretl my eyes with my hands. All !Lbt all fear, was gone. Then, kneel- n* by my mother's side, I said, in a !ne tremulous froni joy while the ttap- y tears ran down my face: ; "I must go to them at once, mother. What would you have thought If, when l y own dear father, your husband, Tame lionie, never having seen his son, : had dallied with the time, as I am doing now, instead of hastening to your ,y e to embrace you and your child? Ah be Ju st to me—and to Mabel! Can volt imagine that I ant not hungering fora sight of my child and my darling site? Ah, you have filled my heart with Joy! Remember what we said to each other when I was last at home. There Is no happiness without love- It is true, it is true! The world he a hell, if love did not exist In it," it Is heaven to me now. So, you see that I must go without a moment's de- none. lay. Be happy till I return. I will run back soon, and tell you that all Is well. Nay, do not fear for me, mother. I will be cautious with Mabel; I will take care that I do not frighten her: though it would be a thousand times better if you would go in first and break the uews gently to her. Are you equal to It? will you render this service to the son that loves you as I love you, my old mother—will you be strong for my sake? You will—I know you will! Here -here is your bonnet and shawl. Never mind the snow; I'll carry you through It, I'm strong enough to carry two such fond, foolish mothers, and never feel the weight. I have a child—thank God. I have a child! Come, mother, hasten, hasten; or I must go without you." She made no movement in response to my appeal. The bonnet and shawl I had thrust into her hand fell to the ground. "Gracious Lord!" I heard her murmur, "how shall I tell him? How shall I break the news to him?" A film came into my eyes, and all my fears returned with terrible force, in j another moment my mood had changed. "Mother," said I, in a savage, impa- j tient tone, "in the name of my dead father, I command you to speak plainly I to me!" "Oh, Amos, my son," she asked, with infinite tenderness and pity, "are you strong enough to bear it?" • "Go on. My wife- !" "Was not .vorthy of you, was not worthy of my son! Ah, me." she moaned, wringing her hands. "Why did I bring her into this house? But she was a child then, and I thought her innocent and pure." A strange calmness came upon me. "If you do not wish me to curse the tongue that casts a doubt upon my wife's purity, be silent, and speak not another word. Ay, if an angel on this holy Christmas night said to me what you have said, I would curse him as he stood before me. I am going now to Mabel's house." I made for the door, but my mother strove to hinder me from my purpose, crying: "Stop, for mercy's sake, Amos! Your wife is not there."' "I'll see for myself," I muttered, doggedly, "I'll give neither Mabel nor my child cause to throw reproaches in my teeth for lack of faith or love. I'll stop to hear no more enigmas." I walked swiftly through the snow to Mabel's house, looking neither to the right nor the left. It might have been the brightest summer's night, instead of the bleakest and dreariest, for all the notice I took of it. I knocked loudly at the door, and almost immediately more loudly still, in my impatience;, and iiresently I received a rough greeting .lira voice that was strange to me. A dog in the back garden began to bark furiously, and I heard him tearing at his chain. "Who's there?" cried a man from the window above, which had been partly raised, "It is I, Amos Beecroft," I answered, bewildered by the strange voice. , "Interesting to you, doubtless," said the man, "but not so to me. If you, Amos Beecroft, don't take yourself off Instantly, T'll let loose the dog and There was no doubting the truth of the man s words, and t walked slowly back in the direction of our cottage of shells with a sort of dumb despair settling upon me. Midway I met my mother, who had toiled after me through the heavy snow. She was panting for breath, and looked Inexpressibly sad and woe-begone. but i bad no pity for her—indeed, no feeling whatever with respect to her. l was absorbed in my own grief and amazement at this unexpected shattering of my cherished hopes. I took her arm, and led her back to iher borne. No word passed between us on the way. She glanced up at me many times "-id;-, pityingly, Imploringly; but if her features had been carved In stone, her entreating looks could not have made less impression upon me. How bleak and drear the night had grown! The wind chilled me to the marrow, and 1 trod the white snow with sullen steps. It suited my mood to tear and deface it as I walked. What beauty for me was there now in the unstained carpet? I took a savage pleasure in marring its purity, and I dragged my feet through it vindictively, as though it were my enemy, and could feel thj wounds I was Inflicting upon it. In this way, and In perfect silence, we reached the cottage of shells. "Sit there," 1 said, sternly, to my mother, pointing to a chair. She sat down obediently. "Now," said I, in a hard tone, "tell me everything plainly, and let no tenderness for me Induce you to put a false color upon what you have to say, and I must hear. Speak the truth without ."•iservation. as you would on your death bfcrt. If you value, my love, do exactly as I bid you." I turned my face from her, and stood thus while she told her story, keeping a strong restraint, upon myself, steeling myself, as it ml^ght be, and speaking only necessary words, though it was hard to do; but you who have sustained heart-shocks will understand my feelings and what torture I endured during the recital. her for ft great fnany weelts. 1 n&ti ! *j i M4M' lost couftt ot the time, A»6a, kit it j UAO.D m«st have beefi quite three months be* tots 1 saw her, aftd theft 1 did flot s«e her to speak to. Before she ctiB* back all the mischief had been dtffte, aftd I was not on guod terms with a single soul in the neighborhood, I-can't tell you how unhappy 1 was, all alone as I was, and wita my son that 1 loved so far away, Weli, one night I happened to hear that Mabel and her mother were at home, and without Waiting a moment, I ran to the house—" She paused again, and passed her hands across her eyes, striving to recall something which had slipped her memory, t did not help her fay A word! even when she held her treiabHng hands Imploringly toward me, appealing to me by that action for even the slightest sign of encouragement, 1 made no movement. There was no room in my heart for compassion at that time. She continued, but in a Weaker and more uncertain voice than ft If,?, JIAMi "SiBBV" M'PHie fefcf Efts TWEfctlEfM SfeASOtf. Hl§ in the Ftun ftAtt THMr before. N view of the uum* foer of forfeited pamcs this season the league should at Its next meetings enact some measure by which their recurrence will be impossible in future Seasons. In the fiist place there Is no justification or excuse for a forfeited game, The gen- Wftlfeli f*$fe*SMtS tftgm. It Is a teflSe* tloft 'tijton tif& sfsdrtiag blood of In8 cranks <rf this Monumental City that their einb should drstw more ffioney. upon the road than it does at home, and yet that appears ttf be the case 1 . If the chameloiishlp should gb elsefthefe this season—although it is unlikely, unless the fialtimof&ans fall down—it Would be a pttsitlve benefit to every other club in the league. This repeated winning of the pennant by one club has robbed the championship of much of its interest in every city save fialtl- mord. and there is nothing to prove that there has been any uudtie ehthtis-| iasm there since the season of 1S!>4.' There isn!t a follower ot the game in the country wild isn't glad of Ned ttanlon'a success, but who doesn't deplore the fact that he stacked up agalnat such an unappreeiatlve town. *%&*&%&&& -•v^ AJ *• *~ >•' t*"ij r ^ ffiAtiEDY OF API1 st VL t»«j»*j*t* Hint 1U*» *t*«i Arti-eitr.it ».» Artjtfitnfc t" *«*»|i6*t Irftiflt CHAPTER XI. H E neighbors," said my mother, "began to talk soon after you went away. Before that they always spoke well of you, but now their tongues were all against you. I couldn't make it out, and I quarreled with them for slandering you. And when they told me you had a wife in another country, I threw the lie into their teeth, and asked tliem how dared they set their tongues to it. 'Oh, we know what sailors are!' they said; 'dnd your son's no better than the rest.' Then it began to be whispered about—how shall I tell you, how shall I tell you?— it began to be whispered about that you laid a base plot to ruin Mabel's character; and those I quarreled with—I did not use gentle words to thorn, you may depend—became more bitter than ever, and said worse and worse things. I came upon some of. the baek-biters one clay, and saw Mr. Druce among them "Forgive me, Amos," she said, humbly, "but it is hard for me to remember what came after that. You will know why presently, and then perhaps you will pity me. I went to the house, and saw Mabel's mother outside. Amoa, she waited till I got close up to her, and then turned her back upon me, and slammed the door in my face. At that, of course, 1 went away all of a tremble, thinking that Mabel would come to me. I stopped at home till ten o'clock at night, but Mabel didn't coma. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't make out the reason of her keeping away; she ought to have run to me the moment she came home—you know that, Amos. If she had loved you " I Interrupted her sternly. "Go on with your story, and tell it straight. Never mind what ought to have been done. Let me know what was done." "Waiting for her who should have come, but didn't, was driving me mad, and I couldn't abldc'it any longer. Late as it was, I went to her house again. They were not abed, as I could tell by the light, and I was going to knock at the door, when, happening to peep through the window, who should I see in the room, with a glass before him, but your enemy and mine, Mr. Druce. Both Mabel and her mother were with him, and they were talking together, as the best of friends might do; and Mr. Druce was sitting there as though he had a right to be in that plane, and as though he did not intend to go away in a hurry. Amos, if I could have found heart and strength to knock at the door, I am sure they would have turned me from the house. But I had no thought of anything or anybody but you, my son, away on the seas, while your enemy was laughing and joking with her who should have spit in his face for daring to speak to her! I turned from the window, more like a mad woman than anything else, intending to come home to our own little cottage here, where we had spent so many happy years; but I was blind with grief, Amos, and missed my way. Even now I don't know where I got to nor how it happened, but all of a sudden I heard a shouting and screaming, and I was knocked down in the road and run over by a cab, I lost my senses then, and don't know what was done to me that: night, nor for many a long, long night afterward. It would have been better for me if I had never risen from my bed rather than that the son I suckled and worshiped should show me, as he shows me now, that all love for his oli? mother had gona from his heart!" (TO BB COXTINDEU.I oral public is not a party to any quarrels that way arise between two clubs, nor is the public to be made suffer because an umpire to protect lilmaoll from personal vllliflcatlon Invokes the highest base ball law. The public pays to See a game of base ball, and thert is n& jeason why it should be denied seeing that for which it has paid. \Votild it stand being dismissed from a theater because the leader of the orchestra happened to have a run-in with the leading lady? Or if ,the curtain was rung down, would any manager in the land have the norve to dismiss the audience without making Rood the amount paid for tickets. Tbs rule making forfeited games possible should he wiped off the books, and In its stead there should be another providing that every club owner who permits his players to take exception to any ruling of the umpire shall bo fined not les^ •than $500 for the first offense, and an additional $500 for every subsequent offense, said fines to go to a permanent fund for the benefit of a Home fot Umpires with "Wounded Feelings. Lei a lulo like this be passsd-and lived up to, then the greatest field pport ever Oevised could be witnessed without the ears of the spectators being assailed by the billingsgate of the players and hoodlums, nor the eye offended by the physical contortions of the coachers and the maneuvers of thoso in finest nl the blood of the poor devil of a Daniel. , riaylne on JT*l-te. President Hart, of the Ghlcagos, is one of the magnates Who does not be* Heve that Baltimore is going to win the championship. Indeed, President Mart thinks that the champions will be lucky to finish third. Said he today. "I think that those fellows are just playing on their nerve. There are three teams that 1 call to beat them in the final sprint. When it comes to final figuring, you watch Boston. Those fellows are playing ball, and the kind that counts. They are after the game at the bat, on the bases and in the field. Give Brooklyn another pitcher and they would be, In the lead in less than two months. Cincinnati is going to show the champions their heels, too, In my mind. The Heds are putting up i A >°€W Ona. Umpire Tim Hurst is one n? the wltf of 'be diamond, and he can tell a.' n-nny good stories in a fanning match ;ia anybody in the land "Sometimes, 1 said Tim, "you run across a player who U loo much, for jou. Last season at Cleveland t.lial youngster, Tom Delenanty, was a'. tl:o tmt, and 1 called t; strike on him. I!n was just in from tii«> country, and I fiidu'c expect much kicking from hiii 1 , lint Ic: gave me an avvtul look. 1 :;•.'.'<! ; 'Jusi; turn that face of yours toy. anl the scenery u: the field.' The next ball was over and that made two strikes. When I put on niy mask and walked behind the plate, I said to the lad: 'My boy, you're not playing In the Pewee Valley Leagm now. When a pitcher cuts the corners in this league you know those are called strikes.' Del came back' at me jn an instant. 'Yes,' said he/ 1 did know about the corners, but I~didn't know that they'd built bay windows tr; the home plates!' That was a new one on me, and I thought to myacl! 'That young fellow ia all right.' " AS OTHERS SEE US. JAMES A. HART. a great game, and, strengthened at first as they are, they ought to make the sand fly. I think Pittsburg is ahead of its game. I do not believe that they will figure In the championship scramble beyond pulling down some of the leaders and mixing things up. Our team will not be In the fight, but they will be out of the second division before they quit." the police. You've mistaken the house, my man." J "Que moment," I cried—"one moment, for pity's sake! You seem npt'to j know my name " "I do not." "I am a sea-faring man, and have just arrived home after an absence of three year's, i \va s supposed to be drowned "What is that to me?" • /'Nothing, 1 know, But listen," I Im- for the window rattled as he were about tq clpse'Jt In ray § we, "My wife shared the general 1m- Precision, and believes that 1 am dead. I have only Just come home, iio you My wife Jived in this cottage I left. J have pome bere to see no strength to proceed, further. i9)t be," was tlw> I held my breath; I had been waiting to hear thiy name. "But he walked away, and would have nothing to say to me. He had a letter in his hand, which 1 think he had been reading to them. It got into my mind somehow that he was the mischief-maker, and 1 went to his office the next day, and asked him about it. There was a boy in the office, and I had no sooner commenced than Mr. Druce sent him for a policeman. 'Your son's a low-bred scoundrel,' be said to me, 'and I'll ue the ruin of him and YOU' There was no one but us two Wen he said that, and though I knew I had no business to be in his place, and was frightened of the policeman coming I answered that, you would make him smart for his words when you came home, and that he was a mean creature to try and take away the character of a young woman. 'A pretty thing you are,' he cried, 'to speak o taking away a woman's character! Let Amos Beecroft deny that he was seen, while Mabel's mother was away, break- ins into her house late at night, when no one was about.' 'He'll deny break- Ing into the house/ I said, 'but he'll not deny' the rest. He had the key of the place, and Mabel stopped with me, to escape being insulted by a wretch she despised.' • He got furious at tins, and I don't know what more wou d have been said for a policeman came In just then, Sdl was turned out of the office Mr, Druce telling me to be thankful that I wasn't taken to the pollco court. I Bought I should have died, Amos, I am getting old, and I have had a long, ~ and her tear? l»t« »9 * But it' for owney of a year an,4 § half, Uves wjjh we- AII Anierlt'iin, Two Juimitttse mid a Ulsl ot Potatoes, Even those who desire to be strictly accurate sometimes erect their story from a single instance, as a geologist conceives the framework of a long extinct animal from one bone, says the American Kitchen Magazine. The fallacy of so doing is well illustrated by the following story told to the writer by on« of the participants: A few years ago two Japanese gentlemen of high standing were traveling in the United States, and, among other places, visited a large and widely known manufactory. They were afterwards invited by the senior member of the firm to lunch with him. Col, M. was also of the party. It happened that the first food placed on the table was a dish of fried potatoes, anil as the manufacturer enthusiastically explained his business to his guests he unthinkingly took a piece of potato from the dish with his fingers, and ate it, A second and third piece followed. The Japanese listened politely, but Col. M. observed that they were closely . watching their host's method of eating. The colonel had a keen sense of humor and he at onoe decided that he would follow bis friend's example and see what 'the others would do. He did so and instantly both Japanese jnade a dive for the dish, and they thus sat eating potatoes with theiy fingers, presenting, it is to be feared, the appearance of four men who had had nothing to eat fpr a long while and exp«cted never to get anything again, Will it be surprising if In ft future Japanese book, ojj America this breach of good planners shall A Veteran John Thomas Piokett is one of UK veterans of the diamond, this being liis twelfth season as a professional; most of the time, however, was spent In minor leagues. He was born Feb. 20, 1865, at Chicago, 111., and first obtained his knowledge of the national game with amateur teams of his native place. After gaining considerable local renown as an Inflelder and batsman he received his first professional engagement with the Milwaukee club, of the Northwestern league, in 1880,. participating in seventy championship games that season, in sixty-nine of which he played third. base, His best batting feat in any one game was the making of four safe hits, including a home run, a triple and two double bag- gers. 'On each of two other occasions compelled her to pause. I bit my lips «n4 dug my UwS ' A 1'lp f' 0111 Selre, "I have managed three championship teams during my eight years' oxperi- er.C3 with the Boston club," said Manager Selee yesterday, "and I am firmly impressed that the present team Is the strongest that ever represented the Hub city." "Where will you finish?" "First, second or third," was the reply. "If we don't win the championship it will not alter my opinion of the team. This is a better team than any one of our championship teams, and our only excuse for not finishing in front will be that the League is stronger than it iifed to be." "Where does your strength lie?" "We are strong all around. We have good pitchers, fine catchers, hard-hitting batsmen and our fielding on the trip has been everything that could be asked. We have won twelve of the last seventeen games, and although we have only played five games on the home grounds we are within striking distance of the leaders. No team ever got a worse start than we did. We only won one game out of the first eight. We lost flye and made two draws. Long wa<; away off in the first eight ''gkmes, and lost nearly all of them by his errors." The JournnlUtlo Piinli. Photographer BetK of Baltimore, who took a group picture of the newspaper raen In attendance at the spring meeting of the national league magnates at Baltimore during February, said last week that copies of the pictures could be had very shortly. The delay, it appears, was due to the carelessness of a retoucher, who In handling the nega^ live allowed it to fall, U was badly broken,'but after much delicate work Mr. Betz has pieced it together and has since secured a proof, This has been retouched by an ovtls't and will within a day or two be photographed, As BGim as the second plate is developed, Betjs wlU be able to supply orders for copies. find a place as an America^ wth be p,fJ,wUh, y, 0 u! Up w}fe pi |ny man's H Y «B 1ft t)U» ,, w her. J knew if I d! that wfluW Iff** «°wn, and. had wl M «>»» to. top part rf ?wS I *W»e4, J'et dreads It j 8 a mistake to suppose th&t tat tip of the tongue is the mast sensitive part of the body, T*W $9gaged, |n balls, W - any other § gre,e of as any JOHN THOMAS he, jnaqle twq.home runs and 3 bagger, Purlflg the season he UQme ru'as, eleven triple baggers apuble basers, He 'is doing thi|S eeasoj} f»r the th^wh^fce. .. _„.„.,„ bja&tto Ma sepp^ v *" * ' } ^^^^^^^PPW^S m (.'wtclter. Wilbert Roblnsgn is Walt Brodle's beau ideal of a backstop. "Hobble" declared the Oriole, "is the mainspring' of th$ Baltimore teanj. He is the brain-' Jest' catcher Jn the league to-day and J9 better ..paved on the weaknesses qf; In tb <s! tk&ft^bla'-th.we town} ••- pitcbei-s ei the "- tljey wore, «u,cpeps- •& ftgilshttiatt gees;-' wrOag, he eftfiftf l runs away hiffififelf id South AMea, w ^ •' l his family «elt la -' ^ council nnd titB'tin ,*' him there. The §fc? .» :\ lie departs iittde* --^ varied condition^' , - \ Me may. posses^ a -", 10-pound note foe* ' ; toftd his fare; he may possess ft fSW •hundred pounds; he may be guaranteed s a quarterly allowance on his promise to remain away from hie respectable brothers and sisters. With the exception of the latter class, which is speedily wiped' out by drink, the fate of the prodigals Is almost always the same. Nine times out of ten they drift further and further away from Belt-respectfulness, and never acquire that will-o'4he-wlsp they t seek, a fortune. But the object sought by the old folks at home has at last been gained. In burying themselves on the veldt, they have burled the past —the shame. Therefore, South Africa has been called the "grave of lost reputations." The average prodigal thus banished is a peculiarly useless creature in a new land. He is net a carpenter, nor bricklayer, nor mason, nor engineer. But there is an opening for him if he is of sound body and. can ride a bit and shoot a bit. He can enlist, and the prodigal, in innumerable cases; gives up all hope of making a fortune and goes soldiering. It is real soldiering; there Is always ,, war or rumors of war. There are several companies to choose from when one has decided to join, and they are, nearly all kept moving. There are the Cape Mounted Rifles, the Natal mounted police, the British South African' Company's police, the Bechuanaland Bcrder police and others. It has been stated in recent dispatches that England can bring the Transvaal to her with 20,000 men. These forces were not inclusive of the African commands, which hardly seem to be taken into consideration. Such an audacious raid- as that of Dr. Jameson could not have boon made save with the backing of a number of desperate adventurers, such as swarm all over South Africa—the English outcasts. They have cut away from home ties and the past forever, poor prodigals! Their only trust lies in desperate remedies. They are ready for anything. They have nothing to lose, sa.ve life, and that is little to them. It is to 'be supposed that 3,000 free lances like these, rough riders, sharpshooters, make up a force to bo reckoned with. In the^r ranks, side by side, stirrup to stirrup, ride the son of an aristocrat and the son of tho small farmer, the university man and the jailbird. Misery levels all ranks and 50 does the veldt. It is not well, when among them, to be too curious in conversation, about a. man's antecedents. But occasionally a, flash of bitterness, a burst of confidence, throws a gleam of light upon the past of a trooper who interests you. In 1892 and 1893 there were hard times at Johannesburg and all over South Africa very hard times, and an all-pervading peace. So quiet was everything that Mr. Rhodes disbanded his troops in the conquered country and they swarmed down to the gold fields and to Klmberly. They Jiad money In their pockets, but not one of them thought of going home. They were under promise, as it .were, to bury their reputations and the interment was not finished. A wilder lot, a more reckless, was never seen on the plains in America, They were mostly men of education, some of excellent birth and breeding, Evary man had his own secret; the one shame which had wrecked his life, but there were among them no criminals in the technical mean* ing of the word. When the full recognition of their position came to them, the fact that, as troopers, they were not wanted, that their money was spent, and that there was no employ* meut for them, they buckled to in the moat cheerily desperate way to tide over the hard times. None of then* dreamed of writing home for assistance. They had, none of them, trades. The petty artifices of the swindler or the beggar were impossible to them. They were willing to aune* a few hundred square miles of other people's country and be proud of the fact; but they would be horrified at the idea of ti es.pas.sing with evil intent cm a»* other roan's backyard, The jolly old brotherly, reckless, hopeless outcasts! Their daily prayer \\as that "old kobengula" would run urn uck and place them in the saddle again. 4Io has since then, «nd been wiped out, and Dr. Jamison has led the exiles on his foray, and np,\v are stirring times out there, a»a s?| ; ^ are as happy as ifcey pan be leash, and yej'pjng to he iupie4

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