The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1910-04-21

1lcA4t SCI AQol gu my MaUto SOIL
ceaea to be free man: invisible detec
tives put me in social irons; cruel
warders imprison me with adamantine
barriers. where I am obliged to eat
and drink and speak and have my be
Ing according to rigid rules I must
give my money for what satlsGeth
not. and go to the funereal hostelries
frequented BY my peers. I must don
evening dress. and wear unlimited pur.
pie and fne linen. Then my exasperat,
ing relatives win poster me with invi-
tations. because they think they must
not neglect that poor old beggar Ev.
erton. Now. on the other side Of the
Channel my only habitation Is an airy
bedroom. outside which q whole world
OF cafes and restaurants are before
ME where to choose my breakfast and
dinner. where meet pleasant. lntelll-
gent people Of every shade Of opinion.
with whom can converse freely In
happy ignorance OF their names and
condition. as they are OF mine: and
occasionally stumble on old acquaint-
ances who enjoy life In my own fash
lon. cheerfully accepting the contemp
tuous treatment OF Dame Fortune. who
in emptying our pockets also relieved
US OF tiresome responsibilities. It Is
wonderful the clearness OF Judgment
and general enlightenment Of those
who are not weighed down By this
worlds goods
4 dare say you are right. Lord Ev.
ertOn- sim. a few OF them are advan-
tageous: though Z do not see that
money can purchase any essential OF
life"
That depends very much on what
you consider essentials
That IS true But Miss Dacre
Is going to make a speech. for that
young lady had said. in an audible
tone. Il am going to tell you a story.
4 know whispered Lord Everton.
IF her pockets had always been emp
". she would have known better how
10 hold her tongue"
This story came to me IN a letter
rom the wife OF a cousin OF mine /
whose cousin was eyewitness OF the
adventure" Miss Dacre was saying. as
he posed herself on an ottoman and |
.very one turned towards her Scene
j dark. stormy night. q distant sea,
ne Of Her Majesty's big ships tossing
bout on the waves. which make moth
ng Of her bigness. Young sailor, do
ng something incomprehensibIe with
rope or ropes. loses hold or balance
nd drops into the black depths Of the
aging waters. Captain orders boats
0 be lowered Hell be gone before
on can reach him. they say. He can
Iot swim cries another officer. throw.
ng on his boots while he npoke. and
bringing over at a bound
This Is suicide exclaimed the
aptain- The young ofncer Is a huge
avorite with the crew. the crew work
nth a viii. the boat is lowered, a life
oat probably. they surmount the
raves and slide into the watery hol
,ws. they come up with the gallant
eutenant. who Is supporting the
snseless sailor and nearly exhausted
imself. they drag them into the boat,
icy regain the ship. the men crowd
,und the-whatever you call II where
icy get on board. their cheers ring
Doye the roar Of the storm. the res !
led and rescuer are safei"
Most dramatic" said Lord Everton.
Worthy Of Brandrsm." added +,
gorge Lumley.
Il don't exactly See" BEGAN !
lchard Savf1le.
NO. Of course you DO not; there Il :
thing to see exactly interrupted
iss Dacre. quickly.
i have heard the tale before. Ths
ily difference Is that the weather was 8
t quite 90 stormy a. your correspond
{ represents Il. sad Mr.. Rawsou.
aging with his double gIassea
1T was really mucn worse than I 4,
present." exclaimed Miss Dacrs.
ia an air Of profound conviction. -,
low. does no one want the name Of :.
: hero7"
There was q moments pause. Mra.
VILE sat silent in her armchair.
Imley's laughing eyes sought Miss
'smond'4 but she was sheltered b. n
I'd a massive urn which always ap-
ared at tea-time. Only Lord Ever.
] rose 70 the occasion. "a
I am dying Of curiosity. my dear re
as Dacre," be said Ianguidly 81
'Namel namel" cried Lumley. q
Hugh savillei" said Miss Dacrs.
Ing and assuming an attitude.
! thought 80. said Richard.
Just ike himI" cried LumIey. cor -
lily.
Give me your arm, Mr.. Rawson.
e letters.to show you in my study. -
welded church because. did not III
ak prayers or sermon would I'm, ~
We ny headache. did not bargain
being obliged to SIT out dramat.
recital" said Mrs sayfiie, dryly.
added TO the company. You viii yoI
use me, DO not feel equal e gen,
conversation" ard she touched he
Rawson's with the fngsr.tfps Of
right hand. and walked with un'
n dignity fhrouah the door which VII