The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1897-12-11

BILE for man to do it. Fortunately
for his content, those aspirations were
OF the kind that are most often real.
lied. He had handsome wife and
three bright children; he was Presi.
dent of the State Bank, an institution
known to be founded on the rock OF
sound finances; he had been Mayor OF
Shewanee, and was member of the
Legislature. So much of earthly
glory had fallen to his share.
When he read the obituary of an
other self-made man, he always nod
ded his head sagely, as much as to
say, 81 know how it goes; started
with nothing myself" In fact, Mr..
Janeway's election to the Legislature
came of the admiration the electors
had for man of the people. When
his constituents hired o band and
whent to congratulate him, they found
him ready with speech. He said:
''Fellow citizens, 1 will not try to
hide from you my deep qualification at
the result of the election. I wanted
to be elected. 1 have wanted good
many things, and I've generally got
them, but not without working. I
started with nothing; did chores for
my keep; I went to school when I
could picked up penny here and a
penny; I did any honest work that I
could 6nd. And where am I now?
President of bank, ex-Mayor and a
O member of the Legislature. I thank
you, friends, for your votes, yet I feel
that 1 have won my own way; that I
am one, a private perhaps, in the
great army of self-made men,"
He bowed and 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 without
stint.
Mr.. and Mrs. Janeway had but just
come from visit to their own house,
which their architect assured them
was in the purest style of the Gothic
renaissance. But they were sure, too,
which seemed to them of far more i'm
portance, that it was the.fnest house
in town and quite eclipsed Mrs. Nor
gan's red brick mansion.
They were to move into it at once,
and Mrs. Janeway went about the old
house planning what should be left
behind as not coming up to the artistic
standard of the new place. Come
here 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 Florrie,
their youngest child
s'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
a faded photograph hanging in dark
corner. 1t was the likeness of plain
woman, with broad mouth and eyes
widely separated. The hair was parted
and drawn back from the forehead
like two curtains; watch chain picked
out in gilt encircled her neck, and her
lips and cheeks were touched by car
mine, giving the face CHASTITY pre-
tence of life.
Mr.. Janeway stared at it meditative-
ly. ct hadn't noticed it for long
time" he said.
"Who is that lady, papaa" Florrie
asked. looking at the picture as if she
saw it for the first time.
"Why, Florrie, that was my first
wife," he answered, surprised that she
had not known it before.
"wasshe my mamma, too?"
.'No, no, he replied, hastily. .'She
was Sarah Deering."
Wasn't she any relation to me?"
the child said persistently. She
was but eight years old. and the rami-
fications of kinship were yet amyssery
to her.
.'Of course not" her mother said,
rather sharply. "Your papa was mar
ried to her when he was very young
long before be lived here or knew Inc.
] thought you had heard this before.