Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-11

Chris Whelan had not been crying; tn
play had had different effect on him;he Tel
stirred, awakened, exalted and almost envl
GUS. He had felt the grandeur of the story
keenly that he envied the great actor wh
had played the hero's part his opportunit,
of seif-sacrifce as intensely as If the sacrl
| fee had been q reality.
Fate had been very kind to Chris w helan
He was young, strong, and impresslVel.
handsome; he was rich, well-born, wei
hammered and thoroughly well liked; bu
vet he was not exactly content, becaus
Impossible as it may seem in the nineteenth
century, he would have liked to be hero
He had tried such means of self-sacrifc'
as appeared open to him; he had gone il
for Summing when it was the rage, but h
did not catch fever, nor lose his life nobll
rescuing some one from anything dlsa
greeable; moreover, several of the ladie
with whom he worked showed signs o
falling in love with him, so he gave uI
Summing as failure.
He had tried politics, choosing an unpro-
pitious time to attach himself to an un'
popular party, but did not ind even that
successful as a means of self-sacrihce, fol
his colleagues simply worshiped him, and
none of his old friends made the least differ
ence in their behavior toward him. Some
Of them indeed we're more conspicuousiy
cordial than ever, either because they
wished to show that they too were capable
of magnanimity or because they had been
rather jealous of his popularity while he
had been on their own side, and they were
glad to get rid Of him.
On this particular night ne walked home
ward feeling very discontented indeed; the
paths of romance and self-abuegation seemed
closed against him, he seemed doomed to
perpetual enjoyment, which was common.
place and prosaic. He was so wranned in
his own thoughts that he Scarcely noticed
when some one touched him ON the arm.
''Hallo, Davis" ne said absently, tiwhere
do you come from ?''
81 have been to your rooms" said Davis:
s'they told me there where YOU were. i tried
to wait till you came in, but got so impa-
tient couldn't keep still, SO I came to meet
you"
Whelan was still only half recalled from
his own castle building. "All right; do you
want anything ?" he said.
''Yes, want-generosity."
Davis would rather have said ''iustice," {"
but some instructive knowledge Of his
friends character told him that he would be
much more likely to get what be wanted if
u6 Call0u ~ Wy Tue LuOEc dtSfdcblVe name.
To be just is only ones duty, that is why
one 80 seldom dBesft, but there is something
fattering to ones vanity in the mere name
OF generosity.
WhelaD was thoroughly interested now.
"You are in some trouble, % be said, ''and 1
can help you. Come into the Mall and let
me hear"
They walked along slowly in the shadow
of the trees, silent at first, but presently
Daniel began his appeal.
"Chris, old fellow" he said, eve have
been friends long time"
1--WE have and mean to be, come what
may"
Whelan half expected a confession of
murder, forgery or bigamy. or perhaps all
three, and was fairly reveling in the thought
of how steadfastly he would stand by his
friend.
Davis went on.
.e"You are lucky fellow, Whelau; you
are rich, popular, in good society, fayorite
with the best sort of women"
"Well, yes" said Whelan. It was all
true, and he did not see any need to deny it.
well, yes, what then?''
'On the other hand, I am-well. not auv-
thing to look at or to talk of-a person of
no account whatever. 1 want you to see
clearly how much that is worth having YOU
have, and how little have. I want yo1 to
recognize this and be generous"
II have not many virtues, Tom." said
Whelan warmly, "but know what friend