Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1914-07-24


an unfinished product What. l won
der, viii the new life that succeeds
me as his mentor make Of him? Per
haps ! should let him strike out for
himself and learn at once the ugly
cruelty OF the struggle that now seems
to him so glorious. But we oldsters
have the habit OF helping youth to the
sugar-plums Of which we have learned
the after-taste. And this IN
PRODUCTION is the last thing can do
for young man who means much to
me-"
After many minutes study Mark
came 10 his decision He would pre-
sent himself and the letter to Thomas
Henley. He would do it that very
night He rose from his dinner
Where" he inquired OF the super
cilious clerk, does Thomas Henley
live! must see him tonight"
The directions brought Mark at
length into the heart of small com
munity from which the city still kept
at a humble distance. Not so the fog.
which was no respecter even of gilded
colonies. From tall iron fence sloped
wide sweeping lawn dotted at exact
intervals with trees and shrubbery.
And In its center doomed u great
Bhadoyy mass, punctured by many
windows shooting broad luminous bars
into the fog. 1t was the castle OF tho
tanner.
HeNproceeded with boldness proper
to adventures in Eldorado. past the
waiting carriages that lined the grav'
eled driveway, to the wide veranda'
There he halted. From within came
the strains of music and gay clamor
Of voices. He could not know that
on this night the tanner gave a feast.
q formal dedication of the new castle
to the entertainment Of his kind. But
he felt the hour to be ill-suited to his
purpose.
Yet It was effected.
Curiosity to look WITHIN carried MN
TO a window. To his wondering gaze
unfolGed a vista of Irish point and
damask satin, carved mahogany and
marble figures, gilt-framed pictures
and silken rugs
And amid this lavish display OF beau
ties paraded a bevy Of creatures seem
ing 20 HE excited fancy to have
stepped out of Arabian Nights"
Unity" he said, will like that"
While he stood there troop OF men,
CARRIED In a monotony Of black and
white, marched into the room, Al the
same time voices came from another
wing OF tho veranda.
And then he, son Of the blacksmith
of Bethel, became spectator at the
birth of a project that for a brief
but brilliant period was to move the
world to hosannas!
Henley" said the fist voice, deep,
yet softly flowing as honey u have
come to the time OF life when a man
OF sense puts away the lusts of the
flesh"
is your digestion out OF order?" In
terrupted the second, sharper, less
must, al and with sardontc quality
that delighted the listener Il noticed
you didn't eat much tonight"
"Ah! 1t is more than stomach. 1t
Is soul" the mellow voice flowed on.
my labors and Investments have been
blessed with good fortune. So ] am
now able to turn my energies to the
higher duties, to doing large things for
humanity. And lately my thoughts
have dwelt much on philanthropy and
paleontology."
The speaker, like Brutus, paused for
q rely.
"Mmm! Two 'p's," 1t came. Quite
alliterative. Go on"
Henley, you are the first to whom
have spoken of my purpose 1t Is
fixed In what nober work, what
mope fertile philanthropy, can a man
OF wealth engage than In the develop
ment OF the science of paleontology
Think, Henley-to add to humanity's
knowledge OF the extinct life that
came before our own! 1t is a labor
TO fire the imagination And that Ia
my purpose shall build and endow
In this city the most complete pale
theological institute in the world, and
before lay aside the project, a branch
institution In each of the largest cities
of the nation" The voice trembled
with emotion.
There was q sound "a of two hands
sharply meeting. Good! see! Let
the Scotchman look to his laurels
MacGregor may build his libraries. but
Quinby shall have his archaeological
institutes!"
Mark wondered at the patience OF
the answer "Ah! You are pleased to
Jest But the project h new TO YOU
And" sighingly, "the young think only
Of wealth and power"
my dear Mr.. Quinby, the other
purred, mo man In his senses could
jest at paleontology, - What the
DEVIL"
The speakers had turned the corner
OF the veranda and come upon the
eavesdFopper, Thus for the first time
Mark Truitt looked upon the two men
In whose legions he was to conquer.
Who has not in fancy's gallery A
portrait of Jeremiah Quinby, taken
from the prints Of the day when his
star swept SO brilliant through the
SKYE The lofty brow seems to sheltel
very ferment of noble projects. The
grave eyes and mouth speak to US o.
great soul anguished by the sight o.
suffering humanity's needs, which ht
le bravely. self-effacingly seeking Il
relieve.
Photography has been less kind K
Thomas Henley. No philanthropy hai
claimed him AZ its apostle. And theI
he was less promising subject fol
the art His body was squat ant
hoavy; his face was bony and ugly ant