The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-09-08

| The incongruity of his name had al.
ways been an annoyance to him. Tc
be called Dollar and never have a snare
coin in his pocket seemed a cruel IRONY
of fortune, but the name of LADY Fe.
licia would remove all vulgarity. Lady
Felicia Dollar sounded extremely we'll
he thought.
The next smile was purely epicurean.
Rev. Mr. Dollar had no bloodthirstv
tastes; in other words, he was NOT =
sportsman, nor was he a mountaineer
But he was lover of horses. His idea
of physical enjoyment was quiet ride
through green country lanes with an
agreeable woman, who should he as
well mounted as himself. Lady Felicia
was an admirable horsewoman. This
should be their one luxury and pastime.
for Rev. Mr. Dollar had spiritual as we'll
as sensual ideas. He did not intend TO
squander his wealth in self-indulpence
His millions should at least benefit
others as much as himself There were
public causes he would further, social
questions affecting the good of the com
monalty; he would now uphold move
ments, spiritual, mora and intellectual.
and take active part in them. He
should come into the arena of active
life without the oft-times hamperinc
sense of routine. just as the skilled
amateur will often show broader views
a iuster insight and deeper, more natu-
raj feeling than the professional artist
or critic, so may an ingenious, un.
trained philanthropist or sociologistl5e
able to take wholly. new views of human.
ills and their palliatives. Yes, to dis
cuss the various schemes for imppving
the world with Lady Felicia as they
rode through country lanes would be
enjoying life and opportunities indeed.
From thinking of generalities he came
to particulars. If it would be uplifting
to benefit suffering humanity, how much
more delightful to benefit his friends!
And who hath friends of the rich and
happy only? The new-made million
aire felt a pang as he reflected that the
two beings who had shared the poverty
of 50 many years could not share his
wealth. He had no near kinsfolk to be
gladdened by the crumbs that fall from
the rich mans table. But if he had
no blood relations, he had those bound
to him by closer ties. There was an
old college tutor of his, on whom had
fallen evil days. On the occasion of
his last visit to him-how well John
Dollar remembered it!-in his dingy
chambers the old man had apologized
ruefully for the poor fare.
The doctors orders were chicken
and Madeira, forsoothr' he said; ''as
well order Cleopatra's pearl stepped in
vinegar"
Dollar went home determined to dis
patch the regales, but, alas to this day
money had been wanting. Henceforth
his friend should have chicken and
Madeira in plenty. Dollars eyes mois-
tened at the JOY of informing his old
tutor that he should have two hundred
a year. This was one pinched life to
be eased along the downhill path. Like
all poor men, Mr.. Dollar had many
proteges and hangers-on. He felt in
duty bound to share his prosperity with
his old tutor, but early association and
kindly feeling now took the shape of
many q claim. There was his college
friend, James Downing, who had taken
to literary pursuits instead of the out
of door life that might have given him
a physique This poor fellow was hope,
lessly struggling against consumptive
temperament and ill-health generally,
with the cares of domestic life and
smoky London climate, when couple
of winters at Algiers might quite set
him up. Then, not to speak of pen
sioners, how many small yet priceless
services might a rich man render his
friends-help this ones promising lad
to a profession, that ones girl to a
marriage outfit or college curriculum.
a millionaire may, indeed, supply eyes,
ears, hands, digestion, and even appe-
tite to his friends, seeing most of us at
some time or other find out that these
tried servants of ours, the senses, are at
least for time worn out. Especially
in Dollars line of life that was the case,
most of his friends being of those who
wear out their brains and bodies by
perpetual strain. AT last he began to
think of himself, and what a wide field
here for satisfaction and benevolence
Rev. Mr.. Dollar was not a vain or self
inflated man, and did not overestimate
himself; perhaps, indeed, erred on the
other side. The superciliousness of the
world had led him to discommend his
own ego. He had summed up things
in general with the reflection that, after
all, human beings were poor creatures,
and Rev. John Humphrey Dollar had
got, perhaps, his deserts.
But all the time there had been a
lurking conviction that the world was
Judging or rather misiudging him by
circumstances rather than character.
And is any of us without weakness? 1t
was pleasant to think that henceforth
he should be listened to, made way for,
no longer meet with the half attention
accorded to shabbiness, no longer be
jostled against by careless neighbors.
Respect hath more than charm. 1t
brings consciousness with it. as Mr..
Dollar knew to his cost. How MANY
times but for his calling he should have
cursed the time-serving spirit of his
fellow-townsfolk. 1t had again and
again happened to him that when max
ing hasty purchases in the brief inter-
val between school hours, the shopman
would leave him, his business but half
done, to attend bareheaded upon some
lazy dowager in her carriage, and. in
the case of young girls similarly cush-
Toned, insult seemed added to injury
Again, as we all know, our friends treat