The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-01-27
''well, don't mind. They may say
what thy like. I'm entirely within my

Inc fOSt utlIllllS llIttL 1ieIe, III Iestu
you what 1t says, my. dear. Mr.. George
Carter, whose name has been so .promi-
nently before the public OF late in con-
nection with his splendid efforts in win
side of humanity, has himself been the
victim OF some very high-handed OPP
preston. He has discovered most
back country where no European ex-
borcr had ever trod before, and with
7oil and care, and in fact with genius,
had brought cargo after cargo Of the
valuable ore down mysterious African
creeks and rivers to spot where the
ocean steamers could conveniently ship
T. To be precise hn hired fact from Messr ns
ground, dumped his ore on that as he
creeks in a string Of dugouts. and there
T. "a s not tn flood the
markets, and cause ruin to the tin In.
dustrlcs IN l.ns land- shall go on?
please DO, Aunt"
but presently an interviewer ar
iirm of West African merchants and
mondsonss interest in their Smooth
River factory. found that Mr.. Carter
had no lease. and gave him notice to
alternative to removal they demand an
annual rent which amounts to more
than fifteen, per cent. Of the value of
the ore stacked there. In other words,
almost ym , q piracy, to force them
that" -
Mrs. Craven looked at the girl over
her spectacles and then said she, wait
we should add that what gives these
proceedings moro unpleasant flavor
than would appear at first sight Is the
himself. He had left West Africa when
action was first taken, and It has been
discovered that he was still In igno-
steamer called at Las Palmas. The
whole thing will be sprune upon him
with a shock of unpleasant surprise
row. row. ~ 'Ai0E' - = 80
Ah' said Kate.
Mrs. Craven folded the paper, stood
up and walked towards the door AS
usual my dear, you have carried out
your plan very. perfectly
What plan?" asked Kate incautious-
"of treating Mr.. Carter 50 badly"
said Mrs. Craven. turning the handle,
that presently when he he hits you back
hate him Bqt then da,r YOU are aWays
you set your hand toctryingly success vs.
went out and shut the door softly be-
Kate nodded at the door. aunt
moments when you are a perfect cat
But ] viii make him detest me for all
that. and then I can truly and comfor-
tabiy hate him. It's all very well their heir
calling him a martyr. Why should
everybody's, feelings be consulted eS-
cept mine?"
tain degree to public sentiment One
thinks also that she had not toughened
herself sufficiently to meet Garter face
urgent affairs called her to London, and
whirled off Aunt Jane to her fiat that
very night. She left Crewdson to fight
Instr instructions 'to in writing that he was
not to bulge an inch from th the iirms
she ordered .if there is the least oc-
But it seemed that West Africa pur-
'That London? That Miss Head?
This is Liverpool. Crewdson. London's
Just been calling yo ,,ra up. d., VIII W. You on
that? No. Four-naught-seventh three
Pad Yes that's it.. Goodnight, Miss. =
let 4,o7s Pad alone. She was tired, and
somehow in spite OF all her successes she
was good deal dispirited. The British
public had bought no less than four
offered them: the shares were all at
premium; everybody was pleased; and
she had transferred her own profits
safely into land and trustee securities.
bince her ilrst burst Of success, money
had simply rolled In on her, and ~
ready 1t had ceased to give her amuse-
ment. Successes lay sour. in her mouth.
She asked Fortune for just one thing
more. Because she was a woman she
gould not go ana t get it for for herself.
convention that held her back-but she
bhuddered and chilled all over at the
thought of breaking that conventions.
She sat In a deep soft chair, twist
Ing her long Stoves into hard string,
and staring into tho glow of the fire.
and then with a "Faugh" at her own
weakness. she threw the gloves onto
the fender, and walked across to a ,ele-
phone that stood on a Side-table.
"Four-owe-S even-three Pad, please.
No. Forty-seventy;t three Paddington.
Yes. Hullo? Hullo? Is that Four
gnought-seven-t three? This is Miss
OrNeill. liverpool rang up to say you
wanted to speak to me. Who is that,
please?"
mo one you know" came in the
small clear voice Of the telephone cone
Of those sort Of people, who writes LETT
ters to the papers above some such
signature as well WiSher'"