The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1900-02-01

they're 80 mischievous. Somehow
couldn't sleep. seemed to be th:l'k-
ing all night of what my dead mothc,
would feel if she knew. And think
the dead do know. And l kept won
dering if the dead weep and if she was
weeping"
"Don't you worry about the dead.
Miss Warren. The dead are dead,
think. As for the children, they will
be all the better for little discipline.
Manly boys are spoiled every day by
too much sentiment. Being a woman,
suppose you don't believe that. Women
only believe in the illusions-they pay
next to no attention to the facts. They
are always under spell, thinking some
ordinary man the finest creature in the
world, or some brat of boy the most
marvellous prodigy. Women go about
attaching fictitious values TO things"
isn't value q matter Of opinion, sir?"
"Values are established things in
civilized countries, Miss Warren. AT
least among the men. But with women
things are worth so much to one indi-
vidual and SO much to another. An i'm
palpable entity unknown to trade.
called sentiment, enhances the value OF
all they possess. Now know that even
this sentiment has avalue-paradoxica
4 though / may seem to be. No country
could be conducted without these sem
! timents and illusions. We need to con-
slider ruler sacred; we require reli-
gion;. we must respect authority
though all these ideas are illusions.
Man made all these things and can dis
sipate them in moment. 1t is also
necessary for man to labor under the
impression that he is of Importance,
though egotism is the most absurd illu-
sion of all. But take II that 1t is nec-
essary to evolution-don't you think SO,
Miss Warren?"
~ think it is an Illusion that men
have more than women. sir"
"Ha, ha! Do you. Miss Warren? Very
likely. Well. I SHARED myself in my own
net that time! admit have that one
illusion Of thinking myself and my
business of importance. whereas it
wouldn't make the slightest difference
If and my business went to pieces to-
morrow"
ut would make a difference to me,
sir. and at least rs young men whose
names are on the pay roll. And over in
Java there are whole families who
would care, suppose. Will you look at
these dispatches, sir?"
"You wish me to 60 to work, do you?
But | am always at work, Miss War
ren. You ought to permit me to be
garrulous once in awhile, now that old
age is creeping on me-"
He smiled contentedly as he said II,
for he was superbly young. Miss War
ren smiled, too, blushing slightly.
HE never was SO friendly before"
she said to herself. "He is certainly
an interesting man, but few persons
seem to care anything about bim. He
hasn't what would call friend in the
whole world"
But at this point Mr.. Cuscaden inter-
ruPted her with curt:
"Ready, Miss Warren?" And she
seized her pencil and pad and settled
herself for three hours of close work.
The merchant had hardly spoken a
dozen words when there came a soft
tap ~ the door-<a tap which neither
MIR. Cuscaden nor Miss Warren had ever
heard before. Soft as 1t was, ii seemed
to claim attention, and the merchant
called "Come in!" in q tone in which
there was more of curiosity than an
noyance.
There entered two men. First, thin,
graceful creature with opaque eyes,who
moved across the room with the motion
of some sinuous wild creature, and be-
hind him the Amsterdam correspondent
of the house, whom both Mr.. Cuscaden
and Miss Warren had seen several times
before.
"Mr. Turbu desires to meet you. Mr.
Cusoaden." said the gentleman from