The Irish standard., 1899-05-06

ueIlts u meet lNe SUI WHOtIl lie udu IHOurUeU
as dead. This is said to have been based on
a record" trip between the same points
San Diego. CAL, and Boston, Mass.-made
by western railway president in 1895. By
permission of the Century company we
print herewith the passage in question,
from Chapter TX. Of Captains Cour-
ageous."
WHATEVER his private sorrows
any other working man, should keep
abreast of his business. Harvey Cheyne,
ST., 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: whats
the use of going on?"
There had always lain pleasant no.
ton at the back of his head that, some
day, when he had rounded off every
thing and the boy had left college, he
would take his son to his heart and lead
him into his possessions. Then that
boy, he argued, as busy fathers do,
would instantly become his companion,
partner and ally, and there would fol-
low splendid years of great works car
ried out together-the old head backing
the young fire. Now his boy was dead
lost at sea, as it might have been a
Swede sailor from one of Cheyne's big
tea ships; the wife was dying, or worse;
he himself was trodden down by
platoons of women and doctors and
maids and attendants; worried almost
beyond endurance by the shift and
change Of her poor restless whims;
hopeless, with no heart to meet his
many enemies.
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 a veranda-room, be-
tween secretary and typewriter, who
was also telegraphist, toiled along
YEARLY from day to day. There was
war of rates among four western rail-
roads in which he was supposed to be
interested; a 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
tleereit 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 (that would do the wife
good, say in Washington and in the
South Carolina islands, man might
forget plans that had come to nothing.
On the other hand x
The click of the typewriter stopped;
the girl was looking at the secretary,
who had turned white.
He passed Cheyne telegram repeat
ed from San Francisco:
Picked up by fishing schooner We're Here
having fallen off boat great times on Banks
fishing all we'll waiting Gloucester Mass
care Dlsko 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
Cheyne pacing to and fro.
''What-what d'you think of it? Is it
possible? Is there any meaning to it?
l can't quite make it out" he cried.
II can,'' said the doctor. II lose seven
thousand a 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 a sigh.
"You mean you'd tell her. May be
fraud?'
"What's the motive?" said the doc
tor, coolly. "Detection's too certain.
It's the boy, sure enough"
Enter French maid, impudent1v, as
an indispensable one who is kept on
only by large wages.
"A[rs. Cheyne she say you must come
at once. She think you are SEEK
The master of thirty millions bowed
his head meelSly and followed Suzanne;
and thin, high voice on the upper land
ing of the great wildwood square STAIR
case cried: "What is it? What has hap
pened?"
No doors could keep out the shrek
that rang through the echoing house a
moment later, when her husband blurt-
ed out the news.
"And that's all right" said the doc
tor, serenely, to the typewriter. "About
the only medical statement in novels
with any truth to it is that joy don't kill,
Miss Kinney"
II know it; but we've a heap to do
first" Miss Kinney was from Milwau-
kee, somewhat direct of speech; and as
her fancy leaned towards the secretary
she OWNED there was work in hand.
He was looking earnestly at the vast
roller map of America on the wall.
'Milsom, we're going right across.
Private car-straightt hrough-Boston.