Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-16

wardly waiting in front OF the counter,
but Sandie did not seem inclined for fur
ther conversation. At last, feeling rather
uncomfortable, determined to put an end
to the interview.
"'Well, III wish you good morning.
said moving to the shop door.
"'Good morning. grunted Sandie, not
raising his eyes from his desk and ledger,
to which he had just gone
81 walked out of the shop, indignant at
the mans imperturbability CHANGING
back from the pavement | saw Sandie's
face quietly regarding me over his ledger
and smiling-just as it had smiled when
] saw him reading my first effort in liter
ature. He was certainly quite irrecon-
| cilable.
About this period Of my career, as you
may remember, | was particularly severe
in my writings on the British Philistine
and on the sordid self conceited, money
grubbing secularity Of the trading classes
in this country | denounced the hypoc-
risies of Sodom and the leshpots of Go
morrah. The press took up my cry and
Philistinism had n bad time of it, Poor
idiots, they thought that | had grievance
against society Nothing of the kind.
was only trying to have my revenge on
Sanhe Macpherson
"ivr, wrestle as | might against him,
! the man had mastered me- Folk might
compare me to John the Baptist preach
ing in the wilderness; they might say that
| had come to preach honesty and in
dependence, pure living and high think
ing to a rotten generation, but Sandie
Macpherson knew better Sandie saw
through me. 1t was no use posing as a
great thinker and teacher before him.
minded his words, 'Mony things please the
folk in Lunnon that would ma gang doom
in Glasgow 1t was humiliating, to say
the least of it. Much as ! despised the fell
low, his attitude Of invincible stupidity
was something Titanic To the bedside Of
the heather emperor a slave used to come
each morning saying, Philip, remember
you must diep To my bedside for many
day came the spirit of Sandie saying,
Thomas Carlyle, remember you're "A poor
creature, and know itn
Il thought to have my revenge on Sandie
at last, the day they made me lord rector
Of the University Of Glasgow.
"More proud and eXultant than you can
think, went down to my natal city to de-
liver the rectorial address, / was an old
man by this time, and had a great name
all over the world. Such reception as
they gave mel As stood in the large hall
with the professors and citizens around
me, the students in their thousands cheer
ing me, fine ladies in the galleries smiling
down upon me, felt that | had reached
the height of my ambition. addressed
them like a man inspired. ] spoke of my
early days, my struggles, my fOndness for
the country Of my birth, and was in the
middle Of a splendid peroration. when all
Of a sudden became conscious Of "A mans
face looking quietly up at me.
"One mans face in all that sea Of facesl
But | knew it only too well-grim, cold,
hard as granite yet with a kind of plying
smile upon it-whose face could it be but
the one ! had dreaded all my life? The
words went out Of my head and ended
feebly, sitting down into my chair with a
sigh of relief when | had finished. The
/ next day there were columns in the papers,
and in the course Of the long report some
thing to this effect: AT this point Of his
discourse, abiding to his early days in this
city, Mr.. Carlyle was visibly affected His
| emotion was touching TO witness and he
almost broke down, but amid the loud
cheering Of his enormous aud fence he at
last concluded his magnificent address.
'Visibly affected, indeed Touching emo
tionp They little knew that my speech
] was Tulutu Dy lut hlulSAtE luuutuCe OF
Sandie Macpherson"
The great man paused, half amused, half
angry at the remembrance of his odd ex-
perience. Reaching out his hand he took
down pipe from the mantelpiece, filed
and lit it, and smoked for some minutes in
silence, with his sad eyes fixed upon the
fire. sat watching him, reverently and
wonderingly. At last he broke the silence
Il never saw Sande again after that.
about a year ago, however, an old
friend, a minister Of the kirk, coming on q
visit from Glasgow, informed me that my
former schoolfellow, who was one Of his
congregation, had recently died. My
friend had been with him frequently dur
ing his last illness | asked, not without
anxiety if the poor fellow had still re-
membered me.
my friend smiled.
"Oh, yes, he remembered you WE'LL he
replied, and only a few days before his
death he spoke about you
Indeed and what did he say? l said
carelessly.
"'Shall give you his very words" asked
my friend.
Certainly
They're telling me- he said, that Car
, lyle has just written another book. Lord,
! minister surely the world mas gone clean
daftl What can folk see in such silly
sumph as yonY
80 Sandie passed away" concluded the
old philosopher, land now whatever hap
pens to me know that my career must be
considered failure for the one dream OF
my existence-to make an impression on
Sandie Macpherson-has been rendered
impossible forever. Robert Buchanan in
Bongmans Magazine
The "Man Tiger of India.
The imam tiger" is perhaps the most