Evening capital and Maryland gazette., 1915-06-19


published as a serial story in THE
EVENING CAPITAL The pictures
viii be shown az THE PALACE THE
ATRE every Fridsy.
The picture shown win be for the
lnstallment published the preceding
week and ending Thursday, the night
before.
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Continued from Yesterdays Capital
lnat nIEar JEe ru~ men met oy ap.
pointment Oau.us his plan. and
occcsl0 l0ually gci1r iac detail Profes-
soJ SuliitcI t1lkaI amLly Tor almost
two nCurs w- teaauz Tin the
sweet stcod or ss crcv aud his voice
began to fail him. He finished with
these words; And for a few Of US, rs
a mere side issue, there's billions
in it."
Gordon Barclay remained for a long
time in profound thought
There is, as you say" he said at
last, billions in it. Yet II / was sure
that we could make it happen, really
make everybody contented and not
poor, I'd be content to give up every.
thing have already, and l could die
happy
so would l." exclaimed Sulliter
hurriedly. But I'd rather make the
world happier and myself with it.
Wouldn't you?"
Barclay shook his heavy shoulders,
lifted his lionesQue head and smiled.
ka
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. I make
her believe"
"Have you a child In view2"
Nov that you're with me, I 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 a differ
ent and better fruit for us all"
Professor Miles Stilliter was never
idle, except when he was asleep. On a
certain morning in the spring Of 1900
Professor Stilliter. having mislaid his
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 II. It was, however, his
usual time for beginning the day, for
at that moment his valet brought in
the morning papers.
The following headline in a New
York newspaper almost Immediately
caught his eye, and put an end to any
further search for news:
TRAGIC END OF A EUGENIc Ro.
NANCE.
brilliant John Amesbury, Who Mar
ried One of Americas Greatest Beau
ties, Killed by a Trolley car-Wid-
ow, Frustrated by News, Not Ex-
pected to Recover"
A cut of a handsome young man
and a beautiful young woman lent to
this unusual item of news a tinge of
real tragedy.
Professor Stilliter was out Of bed in
a twinkllng Of an eye.
The late John Amesbury's house was
at Scarsdale. On the morning IN which
this narrative opens a number Of viii
lage boys were pulling of dog fight
in the quiet country road that bor-
dered the narrow front lawn. Tommy
Steele, aged twelve, hearing this
racket 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
fere with the sport and to secure
peace and quiet for the sick woman in
the house were not met with approval,
and indeed for a moment it looked as
If the noise Of the dog fight was going
to be swelled by the noise Of a boy
fight, a dozen to one. Fortunately for
Tommy, the door of the house opened,
and a trained nurse, with a long face
and a domineering eye, came running
down the front walk with an express
sion so ominous and formidable that,
without a word spoken, the dogs we're
dragged apart and the boys made off
at high speed Something in Tommy's
face attracted the nurses attention.
She was far kinder than she looked.
"Do you want anything?" she said.
"The papers said" said Tommy,
chat Mrs. Amesbury wouldn't get
we'll" He said no more, but his whole
attitude and expression was a pOign-
ant question. The nurse laid her hand
suddenly on his brown head, patted
clumsily, shook her own head just the
veriest trife and hurried back to the
house.
(Continued)