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The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-06-23
BY their fruits shall ye know them.

BY their fruits shall We know them.
Still to ourselves in every place consigned.
Our own felicity we make or find.
He lay on his bed-cot and looked at the
stars through a chink in the roof between
windows and canvas.
II was a very hot night. of that breath
less, lurid deafness hat makes a Malta
summer q WEAKNESS Of the flesh. Inside
under their brown blankets. tho sleep of
the just. but the fourteenth. Gunner Am
herst, had been awake since Lights out"
and sleep would probably not viAt his Eyes
at all until the little bugler sounded reveille
from the guardroom steps at Tgne sort.
He wal thinking. n perhaps there was
some excuse for the deep concentration
did not often indulge in an art SO purely
imaginative.
Tn tramp Of the sentry up and down
across the sQuar on his eternal round, the
sob OF the tide under the sheer cliff. the
call OF . distant siren from a ship in the
grand harbor. were the only sounds that
broke the stiffness OF the night.
In the daytime Gunner Amherst had 10
time for thought. Drills and fatigues, drinks
in tho canteen. cricket or football. as the
season might allow: bathing. a further pint
IN the canteen with q chum. and then Last
post" did not leave much time in which q
man might develop original traits or even a
habit Of thought. for in his set the reading
room wa not the fashion.
His face was puckered into a brown that
marred the usual good temper of its dare
mind. and that something led him at last
TO rise from his bed-cot. and don the few
clothes necessary to decency. quietly tip
toeing at last out OF the tent
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rock bowlder. and tore up q tussock Of
grass!
"A N. c. o. mayn't speak to a ordinary
gunner when . pals with the other lot O.
sar5ints and their belongings. Don't know
a. I . pants to do that. though! II 1t was me.
I don't think a. 'ow I'd ever chuck a pal
and yet there's a deal o. pleasure in being
looked up to: not as any one'l ever look
up to me-I'm Q bit Of q waster."
There was q Suspicious moisture In the
eyes Of this bit Of q waster." He was not
In the least q romantic figure. His good
looking face had not the alert expression
Of influencing power that belongs to the
born noncommissioned ofiicer Of the British
Army. His clothing. too. was unromantic.
a patched vest. hum on anyhow. his feet
thrust into broken canvas bathing shoes.
He was reused by q quick step on the
grass behind him. and started at once into
defiant life again. Tears would be a last
ing disgrace II discovered. and he became
merely a motionless gunner. looking out
with stin intentness at the far faint line
Of the Sicilian coast.
"Davy! Whatever are you doing here?"
1t was the old name. Familiarity spoken.
No one ever called him Davy now. To his
superiors he was simply a bad lot, though
a good all-round athlete: and to his COM
panions. a fellow who could crack Q good
tale. and put away more beer than any
other-a fellow. too. whose one stupendous
folly was being too chummy with q man
who was on the roll for promotion. a man
who loved the r-eading-room. and who was
In the choir at the little Garrison Chapel,
and in high favor with the powers that be.
Yes. Jem." he said glibly. Il wal just
avn a bit Of a toddle-the tent seemed
chokey like. I should think a. the Their
mometer must be about q 'undred in there"
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Keeping in the shadow Of tho buildinRs,
AWAY from earshot of the sentry, he skirt
ed the camp till he came out beyond the
gray walls Of the fort above the sea- There
he sat him down among the short sunburnt
stubble and sand. and barred his great chest
to the cool night wind Of heaven that blew
from the dread sirocco quarter.
"Lord!" he said. I'm battlin' Il out. but
, don't come anigh the end Of It. II Jem
takes the stripe. It's splits between him n
me; there's too many 'alf-QuarternsNor the
end on 'em-down agen me. to SEQ me q
bloomin' Bombardier. Now Jem'n 60 mash
in about with N. c. O.'s, and mayn't look
at an old pal. and as to speakin' to me
friendly like. why. it's all down in the Reg
uiations. as there's a great gulf between
them and the likes of us. me in particular.
as n as as as many things down on my
defaulter's sheet as shouldn't be there.
We've been friends since the first day g
Joined-m an me ogether-rookies as
didn't know a gun from a pea-stick. II was
always the same afore we Joined. at 'ome
in the old place. II there was a furrough
to be plowed. Jem always took first prize.
though 1 might run the show pretty nigh:
or a piece to be sung at the harvest-home.
or a holiday-making. when there was q
choice Of any one to go. Jem was always
chosen. But / was never one to feel Jealous
like. Same as when e went on with my
gal. Molly Maloney-'oo could feel jealous
Of Jem?"
Amherst paused a moment and gaxed at
the sky. crisped into points of yellow stars.
The wash of the sea had made him melan-
choly. perhaps. as he was out Of sorts.
That one last glass of beer the night be-
fore in the canteen had been too much for
"Old Devil-may-care." as his companions
called him. He leaned up against q gray
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= DAVIS voice was hoarse. he was 90 eager
10 ma an excuse for the man to whom he
had been doggedly faithful for these many
years through thick and thin.
Twas only natural a. she should pre-
fer you. I'm a poor one at expressin' my
Ieein's ana Q poor sort Of chap and all:
while as for you"
While as for mo" said Jem, calmly.
you thought a. 'ow I was q nasty, sneak
In chap. and had took Molly away from
you: temptin' her like: while the real truth
Is. lazy. though I never told you before,
tnat she wasn't worth q snap Of your IN
gers or OF mine. for I knew she was Dirt
IN with that red-hsaded chap at tho black.
smiths all the time you was a-courtIn' Of
'er. and II a girl could go on with one char
when she had promised to marry another
1t seemed TO me a. she was not good enough
to be Q pals wife. She walked with me a
bit. and then-why. I told 'er a. I meant
nothtn'. SEEM she was on with two or three
other chaps. and you was too bin to see It.
l only done II to show you what she was
and to stop you from THROWN your stupid
old self away upon a good-for-naught."
You did II for that?' Davy's voice was
tremulous in its intensity Of earnestness
why. I thought a. 'ow you loved 'er. and
was goin' ter get the stripe 10 a. you could
get married to 'er."
I'm not a-goin' to take no stripe" said
Jem- steadily. You're out there. Davy."
why. the Colonel spoke to you this morn
in. I know . did. for Stubs told me-"
Aye. Davy. did you never think that you
Is from yon mountain? You've been q BIT
unfortunate in the drinkin' line, and that's
agen you for promotion. but II you was
thinkin' that I was q goin' TO be set over
your head you was wrorg. Davy Amherst.
Pals We was In the old days. and pals we'll
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AYE" said Jem. laconically. Il seed
pass. I was standin' at the door OF No. ];
hut. and I thought as 'ow I'd come and see
what you was up to-"
You might get into a row." returned
Amherst. and that 'ud be bad for you just
now"
N worse for me than you"
Jem set himsel sQuarely down on a boul-
der at his c~ompanion's side, and settled his
chin upon his folded brown lists.
"Davy." he said. do you remember Molly
Maloneyr"
Amherst's face quivered. but he said. stur-
Oily: Aye: I will not talk of 'er just now,
Jem."
Jem's face was determined, his mouth
good looks. giving to his face an expression
OF obstinate firmness that gave one a fresh
insight into his character.
d you mind her yellow hair, like the
buttercups in Mile End Close Farm, and
her eyes blue and big. like the forget-me-
nots by the millpond. where the rushes was
80 fine and large? She was q neat dresser
and had a pretty foot. too"
Aye" said Davy.
And the Sunday evening when We three
walked back from church. and the sky was
like the inside Of u pink shell. with streaks
like violet here and there? And she says
to me. what q pretty voice I had in the
tenor parts. and never said q word to you.
though you and she was courtin'."
Amherst made a motion with his head. for
his lips " . dry and SPECIFICS.
And maybe you were wondering why we
weren't married. and why 1 never said a
WORD about II to you after she give you
the chuck. and she and mo went walkin'
together"
Maybe you was delicate about II and
DIDN'T like to hurt my feelin's,"
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No roof ~ the gracious frau-

be under the same roof ~ the gracious frau-
lein with the curls.
OFerrol spoke fuehrer's German duentIy.
and appeared to be having a difference Of
opinion with old Saasbach. Neither MoreI-
la nor Ozzie understood a syllable which was
perhaps fortunate. Ozzie was as white as
q sheet. and felt. in his own outspoken
words. "beastly cheap" Devoutly did he
wish himself in bed. He had been q fool to
come out at all. Being Intellectual and all
that was all right. But this getting up
early was too much Of a grind. He beUn
to feel that living the higher life was NOT
% jolly as the old one.
And somehow the priestess Of thai severe
cult had lost some Of her attraction.
He would have blessed old Saasbach had
he guessed that this worthy was foretellfax
q storm and urgently counseling O'Ferrol
to postpone the expedition. Weather in
the Alps Is as uncertain as q theatrical
speculation. and all the stars had van
ished.
They started. however. II was darker stiu
in the dense woods. and the upward track
vas very steep. O'Ferrol whistIed blitheIy.
but Morella found herself too scant of
breath to be entirely comfortable. Ozzie
Flooded along in deep detection, ana 50
slowly that the guides were t~horoughIy ex-
asperated. The air had lost its vitality.
and was heavy with q boding heaviness.
By and by. however. the path grew easier.
and then Morella's tongue loosened and
O'Ferrol listened She had never had such
a listener. So intelligent. 20 deferential.
SO charmingly ap~preciative. She ignored
the tagging Oxxie far behind. and fell into
the snare laid fog her much more readily
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By ROWLAND GREY.

began to read. But her reading was desul-
tory and her attention wandering. Just as
any maiden. sans science. sans degree,
might have done. she fell to thinking or
Mike O'Ferrol. His estimate of Ozzie Sop
stock was doubtless correct. II the boy
spent his time Dragging of vulgar Cam
bridge conqaests. he was really beneath her
attention She would dismiss him firmly
but decidedly. She must not regard his
protests or his suffering: IL was q duty she
owed to herself.
Finally she fell asleep over her German.
and awoke shivering. as the aggrieved por-
ter knocked at the door.
She found O'Ferrol active and alert. max
ing coffee In the gaslit sale a manger. and
equal TO breakfasting heartily from yester-
days admantine rolls. and eggs Of un-
certain though possibly remote date Poor
Ozzie looked lamentably pale and could eat
nothing.
And the little fool can't fancy himself
In love any onger after seeing her like
that. was Mikes mental comment as he
took stock of Morelia from struggling hair
to substantial mikes.
II was very dark outside. Two ~taciturn
guides carried lanterns and ropes. and the
black-eyed Fritz everything that was
heavy. according to custom. They were
looking at the sky. and were rather out Of
temper.
Why their best patron should suddenly
give up q really good climb In their com.
pany. to drag . pair Of buffers up the COW
track. passed their comprehension. and
Alois wondered what sort OF madman was
this English Herr. who seemed to like such
ugly women. when he was happy enough to
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also capable Of approaching female in
teilect. So they went out. and she began
to deliver q rather faulty lecture in ele-
mentary astronomy.
O'Ferrol listened with an absorbed aspect
that enchanted her. But in reality his
thoughts were entirely absorbed by the
white magic Of the moonlight.
That was, in fact. the gist of Professor
Tellson's final lecture last term. As you
see. he proved the entire fallacy Of the old
theories"
Mike came back to prose with a rush
and a certainty that he should commit him.
self badly unless he were very careful.
Professor Tellson IL a great man. he as
serted. with safe decision. though. needless
to say, he had never heard Of him before.
But for the beneft of outsiders like my
sell 1t Is. indeed. a privilege to listen to
50 lucid an abstract as yours. L. that Venus
ehinins so very brightly In front Of usf
You Will be able to tell. / know"
Morella gave the wrong name to the star
fn question with perfect assurance.
You will have q splendid night for your
expedition" she said. after half an hour
spent In a series Of wonderful ASTRONOMERS
tlunders.
O'Ferrol sighed softly: Yes. fine enough.
but II will be fearfully dull alone with the
guides. I confess l think climbing slow
work without a lady in the party"
You viii have Mr.. Sopstock?' Mid the
staid Morella.
Poor little Ozsie. nice. ~good-natured lit
tie chap. but with q head a. empty a. q
Chinese lantern. After such conversation a.
We have had, Ossie's little tales Of the
week viii fell rather na&."
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The artful Mike contrived to fire three
shots that told In this last speech. She did
not relish the plain statement that Ozzje
ras q fool. That he was very young. and
tnat there had been other girls pleased her
even less. Morella had certainly reached
years OF discretion. but she knew much
more OF comic sections than of loye-makine
except a Ia Ruskin. 30 she merely gave as
sent by her rather mortified silence.
You are a really good climber, old Sass
oach assures me. and he In no fiatterer."
pursued Mike. following up his advantage
untruthfuliy. NOW. why don't you take
compassion upon US and come. too?'
Really. Mr.. O'Ferrol. you are very
kind Morella was almost kittenish in an
abo-tfve EFFORT after q sort Of cumbrous CO.
quetry.
The kindness would be on your side.
Miss Morella: you would be able to make
me understand mountains a. I have never
understood them before. You could give
me some information about the botany,
geology. and all that. as We went along"
The idea was too tempting, for Morelia
did. indeed. love to instruct" The prospect
Of ~haransuing 30 respectful an auditor vas
sweet.
Il shall have to change my things IL de-
eide to CO."
Then au r~evoir: at 2 o'clock / must 30
down the village and find Fritz"
Morella had not quite meant to be 50
prompt. but O'Ferrol was already hurrying
over the gravel that scrunched under his
heavy nails
Morella assumed her climbing dress-what
there was Of II. Then she took . volume of
German philosophy and . dictionary .
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n He was not handsome, but there
were women who acknowledged hi there
was something about him." probably be-
cause he was an inveterate nirt. and did
the thing very neatly and well.
Miss Slater. tonight. had gone In for the
ultra-feminine. In a teagown of the wrong
shade OF terra-cotta- 1t was crumpled after
q course Of Newman cocoa parties, and its
effect was not financed by the inappro-
pirate addition Of q plaid golf cape. The
hall was crowded. and every one moboed
round the bureau AZ II English letters and
newspapers mattered much more than . full
moon over the mountains. The chaplain's
wife was immersed in Vanity Fair. having
CHANGED on a parasraph limiting at the pos
sible divorce Of one Of her acQuaintances.
Professor Sturm hurriedly ran through .
lengthy missive from his professorin. pug
cling over the spider-like crossing on thin
paper in purple ink. This conscientious
housewife boosted that she had had his
laboratory well cleaned out during his alb
sence. and the unlucky scientist was well
aware Of the certain consequences. II he
dared take a holiday alone the frau wa
amply avenged.
"Good-evening. Miss Slater" cried O'Fer-
rol. as he sauntered up. What glorious
really believe there Is something unusual
a turn
Morella put on her spectacles and hitched
up the tea-gown with a brass-colored patent
susrender. Had the patient Oxxie been at
hand she would not have deserted him. A.
It was she had a faint touch Of satisfaction
In the discovery that Mike 0'Fsrrol was
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It was. Of course. nothing to Michael
OFerrol that Ozzie Sopstock was In love
with Morella Slater. Yet tho utter unfit
ness OF the affair irritated him and made
him feel there would be joy in nipping 1t in
the bud. Every woman and most Of the men
at the Kronberg were acquainted with the
self-evident fact. and extracted the usual
enjoyment from its discussion. The hotel
cynic had said the humor of the situation
was "G1lbertain." and further described
Morella a Q woman whom to know was
to avoid, to avoid successfully as a fine
art. The acknowledged belle. Miss Cicily
could be such . goose. for II he was only
. short undergraduate he dressed well.
and was quite good looking in a baby
style" Oxzie's belongings merely laughed.
for they were wise. and knew the foolish
ness OF being too serious.
Morella Slater was q strong minded young
person Of %. with straight hair and a led
dish complexion. with which much ice
climbing in u~nspeakable boots had wrought
havoc. She wore brief petticoats. and af-
fected q deer-stalker cap with flaps. She
the New Woman of caricature incar-
nate. but was, however, in reality. Of that
quite other type that Is immense Upon tlain
living and high thinking.
She was pleased to encourage her young
adorer. and had been seen seated in the
woods with the boots well in evidence. ex-
planning tough morsels of Browning to o.
sie. In his best f~lannels. with . cummerbund
Of red silk
Mike O'Ferrol was an engineer and q
climber Of note, and tonight ne was to try
. new route. He was also an Irisbman.
With . persuasive tongue and an engaging
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BY G.. e. WEIGALL.

Be TN We mum out. and that's enough Tor
me. II It 10 for you"
Amherst's hand stole Q little nearer to
the cltnched fist On the stubble. God's
truthr' he said.
Gods truth" said Jem.
some pledge Of vast importance vas bein9
registered.
"Jem. II was 'urtin' M cruel, that
thought Of you ND me never spsaktn'."
said Dayy. At last. shsepishly. IT you IKE
I'll keep q bit straightsr. At least. TN Try
to keep that way on"
Amherst was nothing II not honest. and
Jem admired him for It.
"ltn b no use. Davy. I know you Of
old" he answered. hopefully. THE very
smell Of Q beer jug n draw you Q mile, but
III take the viii for the deed. old chap"
. . . .
When two furtive. lightly garbed figures
stole back to their respective beds. the sky
was shivering toward the dawn. A. Am.
herst crept into his bed. the next man to
him moved. and muttsred In his eleep.
We beseech the to hear u, Good Lord"
He was the secon tenor In the choir, and
had been practicing some new music the
day before At the squeaking harmonium.
Amen" said Davy. fvently. a. he drew
the blanket over his head.
"Reveiiie." clear a Z bsiHsssonsnt g the
last ~trump-each note rising and falling on
the still air. II was echoed from cuS 10
eiin. from Fort to barracks I'm the whole
And the gunner Of Tisne woke to 70
luctant life. and !erumbled themselves into
uniform and pipe-clayed helmets once
But there was sladness In two rough.
honest hearts. Tor a shadow had rolled
away with the purple line Of night-cloud In
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A heater article Of the National had
never been put up on the home grounds.
and when the visitors picked up the stick
In the hnal with The tally standing -.
everybody. from the Oldest fan to the
younger paper seller. was standing on his
seat and yelling to the local slab artist to
serve up his choicest assortment of round
house benders. and keep whatever guy was
handling the ash pivoting at decisions. The
twtrler was up to the business, and laid 'em
over 50 fast that the receiving end Of the
battery. who wearS the bird cage and liver
PAD. looked a. II he were Smelling peas.
Inc nrst two victims only tore rents IN
the atmosphere. but the third guy con-
nected and laid on q flaming eraser which
wouio nave made q projectile from a
irch gun look like . bean bag tossed from
one baby to another. The man on the dif-s
hcult corner was right there, though. ana
Tagged the horse-hide pill with his sinister
talon. assisting 1t over to the initial hassock
In such short order that someone yelled
oerisively. That fellow runs like an Orange
street automobubble." The home axsreea-
ton came to the bat. Every one was con-
hdent mat they were going to pound tie
sphere around the lot. but the opposing
team ran In a new guy with a slow soutn
wing. ana before they were onto the fact
hat they were not putting the willow onto
the yarn as they had expected there were
TWO men down and two strikes on the nexf
guy. But. oh. Phoebe! ON the next deliver
he became the father OF q bouncing svnt
which landed In the last row of potatoes
In the outer garden and enabled him "a
pass down three buttons and scratch ~
suDOer. Dlo the crowd 90 Wild? Say, did
Record. 100
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II THE MHUM& Of COMRADES AND THE SUCCESSFUL Interference Of THIRD PERSON.
JOB STONOR'S c. r

But you are not ashamed Of such
~thoughts?"
mo. no. God forbid: It's not that. but 1t
seems like forcing oneself. taking advan-
tage Of a XII listener: for you ma'am
must have plenty Of your own thoughts to
with"
I looked from him In the direction Of the
cottage. The sun shone on its windows and
on the white stone before the threshold:
everything seemed dainty and spotless.
D you live alone. orr"
He broke into my sentence. There was a
look OF terror in his pale blue eyes. as II he
feared I should finish II.
Yes. I live alone. and nave lone 20 for
years. Some day I should al It as a
great kindness. ma'am. II I might show you
my little garden"
Il should greatly like to see It: even from
here I can make out climbing rosea What
ID that graceful climber over your porch?'
call Il the Glory Flower but It owns a
longer name. though I don't mind II. III
take some cuttings for the rectory: there's
no plant easier to strike. Last year II grew
thirteen feet. far above the porch"
His pale eyes kindled. and q hectic flush
showed on his thin face: It was easy to zee
how dearly he loved his flowers.
You are rather lonely out here. are you
not?'
He thought before he answered.
NO. ma'am: I can't say I'm lonely. This
place"-he looked round at the headstones
and crosses-'1s full of friends. I can no
longer see them. but they're very present
to me while I'm tending their resting place.
You've seen that picture. ma'am. OF the
resurrection? It's by some great Italian
painter: the heavens above are opening.
and. below. the ground parts here and
there. and bodies rise in answer to the call
they hear-ths trumpet notes Of the resur-
Tection."
That picture il In Italy: I have seen .
print Of it"
Yes. yes; their spirits are often here; I
am sure OF that. but when that trumpet
sounds an answer will come from every
grave. and all who are left will see them.
No. I could not be lonely here" His eyes
gitstened and his voice grew earnest. THE
flowers. too. keep me company" He looked
cautiously round. to make sure he was not
overheard. II call them whispers from
heaven. ma'am. to mind me there's another
world. and to give comfort In this. Most
of all the tall white lilies: they're too full
of Whispers"
1 wanted to call on the village schoolmis-
tress and on the dressmaker. CHANGING up
at the church clock. 1 saw that l must
leave my interesting friend. With a prom
Use that I would soon call to see his gar
den. l quilted the churchyard.