The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-01-04

sHe goes INTO the park 10 READ tne Will ot
an old friend OF her mother. who has LETT
her property. There she In accosted by
stranger, who follows her tn the auto
climbs In and chloroforms her.
CHAPTER il.-Continued.
So he remembered Clara Van
Camps advice, wrote the whole story
to Aleck, and cast about for the one
successful business chance In the four
thousand nine hundred and ninety
nine bad ones-as the STATISTICS
have II.
He actually found It in shoes. FOOT
ball muscle and grit went into the Jop
of putting superior shoe on INFERIOR
foot, II necessary-at least on some
foot. He got chance to try MS pow
ers In the home branch OF manu-
featuring house, and made good'
When he came to fill position wnere
there was opportunity to try new
ideas. he tried them He inspected
tanneries and stockyards. He got com
posite measurements of all the rect
in all the women's colleges IN the
year ninety-seven, he drilled statesmen
and opened a night school for the
buttonhole-makers, he made scientihc
study of heels, and he invented an
aristocratic arch and put 1t on the
market.
The family joked about his doings
rs the harmless experiments OF i've
" boy, but presently they began TO
enjoy his income Through 1t all they
were affectiohate and kind. with the
matter-of-course fondness which a
family gives to the members that
takes the part OF useful drudge John,
the pet OF the parents, married. and
had his own eyes opened, II Is 10
be supposed. Donald. the genius, had
Just arrived, after dozen years or
go. at the stage where he was men,
toned now and then in the literary
Journals But Jim stuck to SHOES
and kept the family on a fair tide or
modest prosperity.
Once, In the years OF Jim's appren-
ticeship to life, there came over MIN
a ut of soul-sickness that nearly
proved his ruin.
81 can't stand this" he wrote to
Aleck Van Camp; 'it's too hard and
dry and sordid for any man that's
got soul It isn't the grind mind,
though that is bar enough; 1t is the
Commercial Idea that eats into
mans innards He forgets there are
things that money can't buy, and In
his heart he grows contemptuous OF
anything to be had without money
and without price He can't help 1t.
II he is thinking of trade nine-tenths
of the time, his mind gets set that
way. I'm ready any minute to jump
the fence, like fathers old colt up
on the farm. I'm not snob, but
recognize now that there was some
reason for all our old Hambleton an
cestors being so finicky about trade.
DO you remember how we used to
talk. when we were Riddles, about
keeping our ideals? Well, l believe
I'm bankrupt. Aleck, In my account
with ideals. I don't want to howl, and
these remarks don't go with anybody
else, but can say to you, want them
back again."
Aleck did as kiddie should do,
writing much advice on long sheets of
paper, and illustrating his points
richly, like good Scotchman. with
scientific instances. A month or two
later he contrived to have work to
do in Boston. 80 that he could go out
to Lynn and look up Jimmys case.
He even devised a cure by creating.
in his mind. an office In the biological
world which was to be offered to
James on the ground that science |
needed Just his abilities and training |
But when Aleck arrived In Lynn he |
found that Jim, in some fashion or
other, had found cure for himself |
He was deeper than ever In the bust |
ness, and yet, in some spiritual sense.
he had found himself He had cap
tured his ideal again and yoked It to |
is great feat.
After twelve years Of ferocious la
Dor, with no vacations to speak of,
James mind took turn for the worse.
he was as sound as a bell,
though of lath-like thinness: but an
in his blood lured his
mind away from the study OF lasts and
accounts and Partisan models and /
sent It careering. like Satan. up and
down the earth. Romance. which had
been drugged during the transition
from youth to manhood. awoke and
coaxed for It's rights, and whispered
in an ear not yet dulled to
It's voice. Freedom. open spaces,
laughter, the fresh sweep Of the wind.
the high buccaneering piracy Of life
and joy--these things beglamoured
his senses.
30 one day he locked his desk with
! final click. The business was In