The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1899-06-03

III all VI hlpllllS . many DoOhS Ho pdood5e
of equal length is more vivid than the de-
scription, in Captains Courageous" of
Harvey Cheynes rush across the CONT
merit, to meet the son whom he had mourned
as dead. This is said to have been based on
a record trip between the same points
San Diego, Cal, and Boston, Mass.-mado
by western railway president in 1885. By
permission of the Century company we
print herewith the passage in question,
from Chapter TX. of Captains Cour-
ageous."
HHATEVER his private sorrows
w may be, multimillionaire, like
any other working man, should keep
abreast of his business. Harvey Cheyne,
Sr., had gone east late in June to meet
a woman broken down, half mad, who
dreamed day and night of her son
drowning in the gray seas. He had sur
rounded her with doctors, trained
nurses, massage women, and even faith
cure companions, but they were useless.
Mrs. Cheyne lay still and moaned, or
talked of her boy by the hour together
to anyone who would listen. Hope she
had none, and who could offer it? All
she needed was assurance that drown
ing did not hurt; and her husband
watched to guard lest she should make
the experiment. OF his own sorrow he
spoke little-hardly realized the depth
of it till he caught himself asking the
calendar on his writing desk: What's
the use of going on?"
He had taken the wife to his raw new
palace in San Diego, where she and her
people occupied wing of great price,
and Cheyne, in veranda-room, be-
tween secretary and typewriter, who
was also a telegraphist, toiled along
YEARLY from day to day. There was a
war OF rates among four western rail-
roads in which he was supposed to be
interested; devastating strike had de-
veloped in his lumber camps in Oregon,
and the legislature of the state of Cali
fornia, which has no love for it's makers,
was preparing open war against him.
Ordinarily he would have accepted
battle ereit was offered, and have waged
pleasant and INSCRIPTIONS campaign.
But now he sat Imply, his soft black
hat pushed forward on to his nose, his
big body shrunk inside his loose clothes,
staring at his boots or the Chinese junks
in the bay, and asserting absently to
the secretary's questions as he opened
the Saturday mail.
Cheyne was wondering how much it
would cost to drop everything and pull
out. He carried huge assurances, could
buy himself royal annuities, and be-
tween one of his places in Colorado and
little society chat would do the wife
good), say in Washington and in the
South Carolina islands. a man might
forget plans that had come to nothing
On the other hand y
The click of the typewriter stopped;
the girl was looking at the secretary
who had turned white.
He passed Cheyne telegram repeat
cd from San Francisco:
Picked up by fishing schooner We're Here
having fallen off boat great times on Banks
fishing all well waiting Gloucester Mass
care Disko Troop for money or orders wire
what shall do and how is mama Harvey N
Cheyne.
The father let it fall, laid his head
down on the roller-top of the shut desk
and breathed heavily. The secretary
ran for Mrs. Cheyne's doctor, who found
Chevne pacing to and fro.
''What-what d'you think of it? Is il
possible? Is there any meaning to it
can't quite make it out" he cried.
81 can" said the doctor. 81 lose seven
thousand year-that's ALL" He
thought of the struggling New York
practice he had dropped at Cheyne's
imperious bidding, and returned the
telegram with sigh.
'You mean you'd tell her. May bt
a fraud?"
whats the motive?" said the doc
tor, coolly. "Detection's too certain
It's the boy, sure enough"
Enter French maid, impudently, a.
an indispensable one who is kept OF
only by large wages.
'Mrs. Cheyne she say you must come
at once. She think you are seek"
The master of thirty millions bowed
his head meelly and followed Suzanne
and Thin, high voice on the upper land
ing of the great whitewood square stair
case cried: "What sit? What has hap
pened?"
No doors could keep out the shriel
that rang through the echoing house
moment later, when her husband blurt
ed out the news.
"And that's all right" said the doc
tor, serenely, to the typewriter. "Abou
the orly medical statement in novel
with any truth to it is that joy don't kill
Miss Kinney"
Il know it; but we've heap to d.
first" Miss Kinney was from Milwau
kee, somewhat direct of speech; and a
her fancy leaned towards the secretar
she OWNED there was work in hand
He was looking earnestly at The vas
roller nap of America on the wall.
"Milsom, we're going right acros,
Private car-straight through-Bostor
Fix the connections" shouted Cheyn
down the staircase.
81 thought So"
The secretary turned to the typ,
writer, and their eyes met tout of ths
was bern a story-nothing to do wit
this story. She looked inquiringl,
doubtful of her resources. He s.gne