The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1915-08-04

a mere side issue there's billions
in it,
Gordon Barclay remained for lons
time in profound thought
There Is. as you say he said al
last, billions in It, Yet IL was sure
that VIC could make 1t happen, really
make everybody eontented and not
poor I'd be content to give up every.
thing nave already and 1 could die
happy"
$50 would L. exclaimed Stilliter
hurriedly. But I'd rather make the
world happier and myself with it
Wouldn't your
Barclay shook his heavy shoulders
lifted his lionesque head and smiled
"Ot course" he said, II was dream
ing. believe the thing can be done.
And without any sacrifice whatever,
either spiritual or material"
1T will take long time"
81 understand that. You have to
teach her almost from the beginning.
81 don't teach her exactly 1 make
her believe"
Have you child in view?'
"Now that you're with me, shall
soon find one."
What are the chances against us?"
only these: That before we bring
her to earth to preach our gospel you
are dead, or i am, or the revolution
has already come, and borne differ
ent and better fruit for US all .
Professor Miles Stilliter was never
idle, except when he was asleep On
certain morning in the spring OF 1900
Professor Stilliter, having mislaid MS
glasses, was unable to tell what time
it was, though he held his watch as
near to his eyeball as he could with
out touching it. 1t was however, MS
usual time for beginning the day, toI
at that moment his valet brought IN
the morning papers
The following headline I'D a New
York newspaper almost immediately
caught his eye, and put an end to any
further search for news:
TRAGIC END OF A EUGENlc 70
NANCE
brilliant John Amesbury, Who Mar
ried One OF Americas Greatest Beau
ties, Killed by Trolley Car-Wid
ow Frustrated by News, Not Elk
pected to Recover"
A cut of a handsome young man
and beautiful young woman lent to
this unusual item OF news q tinge of
real tragedy.
Professor Stilliter was out of bed in
a twinkling Of an eye.
The late John Amesbury's house was
At Scarsdale. On the morning in which
his narrative opens number of vii
age boys were pulling off a dog fight
N the quiet country road that Dor
1ered the narrow front lawn Tommy
Steele, aged twelve, hearing this
Jacket from afar and full OF the trag
edy which had overtaken the kind and
friendly people in the big house, came
Up on a dead run. His efforts to inter
ere with the sport ana to secure
)eace and quiet for the sick woman in
he house were not met With approval
ina indeed for a moment it looked as
I the noise of the dog fight was going
o be swelled by the noise OF o boy
light, dozen to one. Fortunately foI
Tommy, the door of the mouse opened
Ind trained nurse. with long face
md a domineering eye, came running
Town the front walk with an expires
lion SO ominous and formidable that
Without word spoken. the dogs were
ragged apart and the boys made off
It high speed. Something in Tommys
ace attracted the nurses attention.
She was far kinder than she looked
DO you want anything?" she said
"The papers said" said Tommy,
that Mrs Amesbury wouldn't get
VEIL" He said no more, but his whole
attitude and expression was a poign-
int question. The nurse laid her hand
on his brown head patted
'lumsily, shook her own head just the
yeriest trifle and hurried back to the
house.
A shadow fell upon Tommy, and ne
ound himself looking into the i'm
nense, thick-rimmed glasses OF Pro
essor Stilliter. Intuitively the boy
md the man disliked each other Pro-
essor Stilliter would have rather
asked almost any other small boy If
hat was the Amesbury house. Tommy
would have preferred to tell almost
my other man that it was Professor
his question answered, moved
upon the house, and from
he maid who answered the bell in.
Iuired for the latest bulletin OF Mrs.
Amesbury. He stepped forward as If
o enter the house, and the servant
made the least show in the world of
shutting the door in his face. Pro
essor Stilliter turned reluctantly
away and heard the closing of the
loor
At that moment a buggy, driven
'uriously, stopped at the front gate,
md. thanks to his glasses. which gave
his helpless eyes an almost hawklike
Vision, Professor Stilliter recognized
Doctor Wainwright. an old acquaint-
lnce. II not friend.
Glad to see YOU said Professor
5tilliter Are you In charge here?"