The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-03-13

and we-aTe now legally as welI az
actually sound but we did not suffer.
We cooked out on the sidewalk, and
supplemented our cooking with young
Tracy's stove.
I told you of Janet's engagement.
Comfortably. my dear Peggy. am
. bit responsible, They met by chance
on the train: and assure you, al
though shance might have parted US.
l did not let 1t. | chung to Nephew
BERTHE. I'm sure he wondered why.
I knew bettsr than to let him suspect
But success you can't share is like .
rose without smell So confess to
you, I have made this match. But
when you see Millicent she will tell
you that she helped things along. She
has abused Janet like a pickpocket;
but now, since she has discovered
Janet didn't draw the Daughters carl
cature Of her, she regards her as one
of the gems Of the century.
We are recovering from the terri.
Bile events Of which we wrote. 1t is
certainly relief that Atkins is killed.
He was one of the two scoundrels who
sneaked into the patio and put the
bombs into the automobile. BERTHE
shot him. You have no doubt heard
all about Mr.. Keatcham's death. He
was killed by the man whose wicked
ness he had unconsciously fostered.
He did not know it, but I make no
doubt his swollen fortune and the I'M
scrupulous daring Of Its acquiring had
great influence in corrupting his
secretary.
And his corruption was his masters
undoing. / must say sympathizs
with young Tracy, who said last night:
II feel as IL had been put to soak
in crime! That bomb was the limit
! In future, me. for the common or gar.
den virtue; 1t may be tame, but pre-
, fer tameness to delirium tremens!"
used to think that l should like
to match my wits against flrst-class
criminal intellect; God forgive me for
the wish! I have been matching wits
for the last month; and never putting
on my shoes without looking in them
for a baby bomblet or feeling twinge
of indigestion without darkly suspect
ing the cook-who is really the best
creature in the world, sent Mr.. Arnold
by good Chinese friend of mine. Il
had chance to do good turn to my
friend, by the way, during the earth.
quake and thus repay some of his to
me.)
Archie is we'll and cheerful. Isn't
1t like the Winter temperament to
lose its melancholy In such horrors as
we have seen? Archie IL distinctly
happier since he came to California.
AS for Janet and Rupert-oh, well,
my dear, you and Johnny know! The
house has been full of people, and we
have had several friends of our own
for day or two. got a recipe for .
delicious tea cake from Mrs. Wiggles-
worth Of Boston. She didn't save any.
thing but her furs and her kimono
and bridge set, besides what she
had on; she packed her trunk with
great care and nobody would take II
downstairs. OF course she saved her
bag of Jewels, which reminds me that
poor Mr.. Keatcham left Janet some
pearls-that is, the money for them.
He was very much attached to her.
We buried him on the crest Of the
hill; later, when more settled times
shall come, he may take another and
last Journey to that huge mausoleum
where his wife and mother are buried
Poor things! it is to be hoped they had
no taste living or else that they CAM
see now how hideous and fiamboyan,
is their last costly resting place. But
IL Keatcham hadn't q taste for thu
, fine arts he had compromising quail
ties. I shall never forget the night Of
his burial. 1t was Z wonderful great
night of stars" as Stevenson says. A
poor little tired-out clergyman. in
bedraggled surplice, who had been
! reading prayers over people for thu
let ten hours and was fit to drop, hur
ried through the service; and thu
town the dead man loved was flaming
miles beyond miles. About the grave
was none of his blood, none Of his an
cient friends, but the men l believe
he would have chosen-men who hat
fought him and then had fought fol
him faithfully. They, were haggart
and spent with fighting the fire; and
they went from his burial back to day,
and nights OF desperate effort. HI
had fought and lost and yet did no
| lose at the last, but won, snatchint
victory out of defeat 40 he was won
to do all his life. The heavy burdens
which have dropped from his shout
ders these others whom he chose will
carry, maybe more humbly, perhaps
not so capably, but quite as courage
ously. And it is singular how his in
fluence persists, how 1t touches Kit
and Haley, as well as the others.
| "shure," said honest Haley (whos'
wit you are likelyto sample in the neal
future, for he has elected to be tn,
Rupert Winters chauffeur; they DON
know 1t yet, but they will when 1t 4
time); ."shure," says he, "whin tho
man 80 mashed up there ye cudn'
move him for fear ye'd lose the mali