The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1896-01-03

When l marry / will choose my husband
from among the ranks of the people;
my hero must do great deeds, not dream
them all day long
"My dear socialist" said Morris, with
the familiarity of long acquaintance, eff
you will listen to reason moment you
edysa g'snst5 any evils; with0ut IL yol
are practical helpless.''
j How ma evils. haYe you RENT
edieN Mnr..is Sc .gsger nae that. s.f
- = y ~ Gsu 1f6it But. Eleanor,
Is Il my fault my father LETT me-
d fortune? TisteAl dearest | will
call you so this once. Why not help me
become his allnoner? At least l am
not a profigate.''
pardon me- returned the young
woman, tearing the heart from a rose
"a performance which made the sensi-
tive Morris wince-"I think you are
profligate with time and influence,
and all the other good things which YOU
waste by laNishing them on yourself
How will you accotint for wasted OPP
portunities andstalents folded in a nap
kin WhsiI-the day Of reckoning comes 2"
What would you have me do to
prove myself hero?" asked Morris
Holmes, with a gently patronizing air,
as if he had been speaking TO child,
and which Infatuated Eleanor.
"Do?" she repeated, with whitening
scorn; "do anything to show the world
that you are man, and at least capable
of managing your own affairs! Life
is full of instruction, but you have
never learned one of it's lessons. You
have not even been a profitable dream
err"
She was intense and angry, and at
last he was aroused. He rose without
his usual dawdling elegance of man
ner and said:
"You have taught me one lesson,
Eleanor that l shall not forget. hope
when you find your hero he will love
you as truly as | have done-as | will
continue to do, if you do not forbid
me. And now, good-by. We part
friends, do we not?"
Before she answered him Eleanor
roNe and in so doing dropped the flow
ers she had been holding. Morris
sprang to pick them up, when instantly
she placed her small, imperative foot
upon them, crushing them to the floor.
He looked at her, shocked and wounded.
"You see how hopeless it is that you
should ever understand me" she said,
bitterly. "You have more considera-
ton for these dollhouse weeds than for
the souls of those around you. You
i T. Ind
ence to vital questions, but you are
sorry for the roses! Good-by, Morrisl"
"No berths left in the sleeper, SIR"
"But, tell you, must have berth
l can't sit up all night" and Morris
Holmes shivered at the thought of such
a hardship.
"a great many good people do, sir,
said the conductor. ''There's old Judge
Skinner and his wife, they are both
going to sit up tonight"
"But my man telegraphed for Sec
ton"
s"They were all taken then, sir"
1t was strange that at the first mo-
ment Morris Holmes started out to be-
life he should be reduced to actual suf-
fering like this. If he had been
dressed in his usual fashionable and
elegant travelling attire the conductor
would have suspected that he had UNI
limited wealth and would have bought
out some less important traveller or
sold him a berth already negotiated
for, as the all-powerful car magnate
has the privilege of doing.
But Morris Holmes had donned the
plain dress Of the ordinary business
man, and wore a hideous gray ulster
that concealed his elegant personality,
and was on his way to the mining dis
trict, where mine was located ofwhich
he was part owner; not gold mine,
but one that brought in gold a btu
minous coal mine, known as the Little
Summit.
Morris had taken little or no notice
of this branch of his wealth, the man
agement and details being left to his
agent, but when he left Eleanor Lands
berg on the occasion of her second and
final refusal of his offer of marriage,
he suddenly determined to take trip
to the mining country and try his hand
at heroism, in the way of improving the
condition of the men who worked in the
underground chambers, u work TO him
the embodiment of hardship and pri-
walton. He was going incognito, with
the feeling of one who was about to
perform long neglected duty.
A more desolate place than that IL:
which the Little Summit mine was To-
Gated would be hard to describe. The
mine that poured wealth into the CO..
fers of it's owner was conducted by III
paid, sodden men, scrubby boys, and
half-blind mules. The foreman vas
brutalized by a long course Of iow
wages, heavy expenses and sordid sur
rounding. 1t was word and blow
with him, or an oath more dcmoraliz-
ing than blows. When stranger APP
peared he was received with sullen and
suspicious silence, being more than
half suspected Of waiting the bread
out Of some other mouth. Morris was