, 1897-04-15
HIS FIRST WIFE.

Madison Janeway was always pointed
out as n ''self made man. and was ap-
parently well satisfied with his own
handiwork, for content radiated from
his full face and from his figure, which
had lost its youthful muscle under
creeping waves of flesh. Mr.. Janeway
had satisfied his ambitions as far as it
is possible for Il man to do it. Fortu-
nately for his content these aspirations
were of the kind that are most often re-
allied. He had n handsome wife and
three bright children; he was president
of the state bank, an institution known
to be founded on the rock Of sound
finance; he had been mayor Of Shewanee
and WINS a member of the legislature.
So much of earthly glory had fallen to
his share.
When he read the obituary of another
self made man, he always nodded his
head sagely, us much as to say, II know
how it goes; l started with nothing
myself" III fact, Mr.. Jancway's cleo
ton to the legislature came Of the nd
miration the electors had for a man of
the people. When his constituents hired
a band and went to congratulate him,
they found him ready with Il speech.
He said: Fellow citizens, l will not
try to hide from You my deep gratifica-
ton ut the result of the election. I
wanted to be elected. l have wanted q
good many things, and I've generally
got them, but not without working. I
e<,~f,l x-itl ppti,,r. T l,I ,I,r,s fNr
my keep; l went to school when l could,
picked up n penny here and u penny
there; l did any honest work that !
could find. And where am l now? Pres
ident of q bank, ex-mayor and u menu
Der of the legislature. l thank you,
friends, for your votes, yet / feel that l
have won my OWL way; that l am one,
a private perhaps, in the great army Of
self made men," He bowed ind retired
amid loud applause. In another this
speech would have provoked criticism,
but one of the privileges of the self
made man is to praise his maker with
out stint.
Mr.. and Mrs. Janeway had but Just
come from Il visit to their own house,
which their architect assured them was
in the purest style of the Gothic renais-
sance. But they were sure, too, which
seemed to them of far more Importance,
that it was the finest house i'll town and
quite eclipsed Mrs. Morgan's red brick
mansion.
They were to move into it ut once
and Mrs. Janeway ven about the old
house planning what should be left be-
hind, as not coming up to the artistic
standard of the new place. "Come here
a minute, Madison" she called from
an obscure entry back of the dining
room.
Mr.. Janeway laid down his paper and
went to her, followed by Florry, their
youngest child. "What is it. my dear?"
he asked.
Hadn't I better pack this away-the
frames so shabby that it isn't fit for
the new house?" She pointed to q faded
photograph hanging in a dark corner.
It was the likeness Of a plain woman,
with a broad mouth and eyes widely
separated; the hair was parted and
drawn back from the forehead like two
curtains; a watch chain picked out in
gilt encircled her neck, and her lips and
cheeks were touched by carmine, giving
the face u CHASTITY pretense of life.
Mr.. Janeway stared at it meditative-
ly. II hadn't noticed it for a long
time," he said.
"Who is that lady, papa?" Florry
asked, looking Mt the picture as il she
saw it for the first time.
why, Florry. that was my first
wife," he answered, surprised that she
had not known it before.
"Was she my mamma tooT"
"No. no." he replied hastily. "She
was Sarah Deering.".
Wasn't she any relation to me?" the
child persisted. She was but s years
old, and the notifications Of kinship
were yet a mystery to her.
''Of course not" her mother said
rather sharply. "Your papa was married
to her when he was very y~oung-long
before he lived hero or knew me. /
thought you had heard this before"
She turned to her husband. madison,
shall l lay this picture away?"
Mr.. Janeway looked at her attentive
". Was it zeal Or an artistic ensemble,
or was there q lurking jealousy of tho
woman who had come beforer Pack 1t
away if yen like" he said turning
away. "It is shabby"
Long after his children and wife
were sleeping MI. Janeway sat smoking
and thinking complacently Of bis sue
cessL he. Madison Janeway, had begun
with nothing. and at so he had won the
things he had longed for at 20. The
opening and closing Of the door attract
ed his attention. Ho looked up.
A woman walled across the room-s
plsin woman with an honest, ugly face
and q abort thick figure.
"who are youf'' Nj. Janeway asked.
frowning 1t her intrusion.
Don't you know me. Haddy1'' abe
returned.
&c was startled when abe called him
Nsddy-itw was more than 30 years since
he had bean called that. 'sAre-you-
axe-you-but yua can't b sarah." he
seamnesed. '.Hhe has been dead these
an 6a1ah," ~ answesed lyon
hato oAaiGea,N61dy."
"YO-ya2 We3e NJ IA b no
pslpa0adk H. seA buk - ~