The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1903-08-14
VOL. XLVIII--NO SO

ClltlC Is! lOu lIlSil just as REASONABLY
ask a man to put up Il century against
the Australians simply because he pre-
Sumcs to point out what it. and what
is not, good cricket. Don't you see,
dear"
Il know you always do sound right.
But what is the use, for you, mean?"
MIR. Stuart-Smith entirely nlisunder-
stood the last question.
We'll, it keeps me before the public.
Besides, one must get at the truth of
things, and if the individual shirks the
labor it will assuredly be left undone.
The mOck-modest plea of unftness is
nearly always the cynical gospel oflaissez
faire. BY the bye, dear, want you to
so with Lady Synclair to the ladies'
gallery tonight I'm going to speak"
She did go, and it was very hot, and
the legislators talked and talked and
talked, and her companion reminded her
husband was really one of them! 1t
seemed to her tired brain that some little
side issue of the big war was being dis
cussed, the relief of some frontier village,
as far as she could gather. And then sud-
denly they all became silent, and some
body read a telegram out loud.
The village, it appeared, had been re-
lieved with the loss of eighteen killed Tin
Guiding Lieut.. Audley) and forty-six
wounded.
The girl leaned back in her seat, press
ing her hands tight ag ainst her forehead
to avoid fainting. When she recovered
complete consciousness, laug
and pathetic-resounded from both
sides of the House.
Somebody was making amusing speech,
and her husband was leaning eagerly
forward to catch the points. But Dicky
her Dicky-was already completely for
gotten. Instinctively she knew that her
husband was going to speak. Yes. yes,
he had risen; he was speaking now. Of
course, he couldn't listen long. She
closed her eyes, and tried to realize it.
SO Diclly had played the real game at
last. Dicky had talked to his half.com-
pany under whitening fire. No, they
couldn't make the-what was the word?
they couldn't make the ante too high
for Dicky. But would these others ever,
ever stop talking? 1t seemed to the girls
dazed brain that all England was being
dashed into foam of rhetoric, and that the
pressure was too strong for her. But
Dicky, she told herself, had died a quiet,
fearless gentleman. 1t didn' matter much
what they all said or did now. And then
it came home to her that she would sacri-
fee the whole Housc-everybody, every
body-to find herself back again one year
ago with Dicky beside her waiting for the
answer her lips had never given him.
well. Lady Synclair; well, Violet, l
rather hattcr myself that went 1t will
read well, too, if the newspaper fellows
only caught it. My voice-oh, say,
Violet, what's the matter? Not wool
gathering arc you?'
Il was thinking" the girl responded,
as she rose from her place.
What were you thinking"
THAT they couldn't make the ante too
high for Dicky. j. A. T. Lloyd, i'll T.
P.'s Weekly.
The President and the Tariff.
The President has an eye to the tariff
all the time. He regards protection as
the bedrock of American prosperity, and
he is afraid of revision. He would not
even lop off a twig less the tree should
fall. 1t is admitted that he present tariff
is uuscicntiic and excessive. 1t is, more
over. an invidiously discriminating tariff.
But the country is prosperous, and tariff
commerce begin to dwindlc. Possibly
that time is not so far distant as MIR.
Roosevelt may imagine. The people are
expected to believe, mean while not only
that they have been enriched by taxation,
but their prosperity will fail when they
are no longer compelled to pay higher
prices for American goods than the same
articles command in European markets.
Not even to crush or check the trusts can
they take the risk of lowering duties that
are i'll many instances exorbitant and in
Others manifestly useless even to the in
dustres in behalf of which they are os-
tcnsibly laid. But the argument tells.
and Mr. Roosevelt dwellS upOn il, giving
no credit for good times to the country's
free institutions, its immense extent and
growing population, its wonderful va
riety of climates, its mineral wealth and
the splendid opportunities afforded by
freedom of trade between all its sections.
New Orleans Picayune.