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cess on the bench" — Another tap—“He will observe, upon the element of recogniwas of unusual executive ability"— Tap tion, upon the tribute paid to the party's -"In the Civil War he supervised the fidelity to the Administration's policies in organization of a dozen regiments" - the last election.” Tap—"He was one of the best gov- Graves's glasses tapped the desk very ernors the State ever had; a party

man softly. The State, for years counted safe, who knew no partizanship when public in- had been held in the party column by the terests were at stake."

narrowest of majorities. But Breelton, There the glasses beat a tattoo, while to unheeding, continued his remarks to the Shelby's eyes Breelton swelled like a tur- managing editor. key-cock. He seemed to be accepting the “I have also prepared a telegram to recital of Harding's virtues as a handsome, the President in acknowledgment of the if indirect, tribute to his own.

honor done me, and one of thanks to Sen“Sir,” he said pompously—“sir, I shall ator Worth for bearing the suggestion of be pleased to strive, and I trust compe- my name to the White House." tently, to prove myself a worthy successor. "Worth?" Shelby repeated. “So he enAlso I shall endeavor to instil into my gineered it?" policy that which our diplomacy has too Breelton's eyebrows rose, as if he took often lacked-vigor, sir, vigor. But I in- exception to such bluntness in dealing with sist-I positively must insist — that the the seats of the mighty. “My dear sir," personal element in my selection, no mat- he began hotly, then suddenly changed his ter how gratifying it may be, must not tone. "Lest there be misunderstanding, I make us lose sight of that other element to will explain--as a highly confidential comwhich I have referred-recognition. Sir, munication, that before Senator Worth I deem this a recognition not only of such went back to Washington I confided to humble services as I may have been able to him that I should be pleased to place myrender --" Here he paused briefly, as if self at the Government's disposal; that I expecting protests at this self-abasement- should enjoy residence abroad for a time; "Ahem! not only recognition of my own but that I should allow him the greatest services, but also of the magnificent sup- latitude in selecting a post which would port the party in this State has given to the be commensurate not only with my labors Administration. It is because I regard the for the party, but with the party's record matter thus that I have decided to prepare in our State as well. And, if you will be a somewhat formal statement to the peo- so good, sir, as to see that these messages ple.”

are filed with the telegraph-company, I Graves glanced at Shelby. "Mr. Breel- shall be your debtor." ton prefers the statement to an interview," He took the other papers from the he explained.

table, and handed them to Shelby. "Exactly," the ambassador-to-be chimed “No trouble at all; I'll send them in. “It seems to me the greater formality over," the managing editor said. He better accords with the dignity and impor- turned away, but Breelton followed him tance of the subject. It seems to me, too, into the hall. that it should be given the greatest possible "Just a moment, Mr. Shelby," the publicity, and I shall thank you, Mr. favored of Fortune cried. “May I ask Shelby, to see that it is widely dissemi- you not to intrust them to a-ah-ah-a nated. Your press association would fur- common messenger ?". nish an admirable medium, would it not?” "I'll give them to one of our most

“The best,” Shelby told him. “State- trustworthy men.” ment ready?”

“I thank you,” Breelton said impresBreelton picked up one of the papers sively, and went back to resume his confrom the table.

ference with Graves. "I have aimed at brevity, sir,” he said, Brief as this interview in the corridor "and I think I have attained it. You re- had been, it was to play its part in the call Lincoln's 'Gettysburg Address,' I night's events. It chanced to take place presume? He had the same idea that I opposite the door of "Baldy" Sanderson's have-go right to your point when you room, at a moment when the demon of the wish to reach the masses. I dwell, as you wire had paused briefly to secure a firmer hold on his hammer. “Baldy” looked up, wrote a line or two on a slip of paper, and saw the two men. So did a copy-boy which, a moment later, he laid Sore who happened to be at his elbow. Now, Sanderson. what a healthy copy-boy does not know The operator glanced at it, and nodded. about current gossip in a newspaper-office "Something just coming on that," he is not worth knowing. The urchin nudged said, and threw a vindictive energy into “Baldy" vigorously.

his pounding of his keys as he set down the “Pipe him off! That 's him," he said following: in a stage whisper.

CorrectionT. editors-In Wash"Who?" "Baldy" growled.

ington diplomatic appointments please “The guy that 's goin' as 'bassador to read, Jerome H. Breelton of Vershire, , Czar Nicky. You got the word just be consul at St. Peter's Bay." fore lunch."

Whether or not this was the precise "Umph!" the operator ejaculated; but form in which the "correction” came over he stared hard at Breelton. That an am- the wire is neither here nor there. As bassador! Doubling up for two days and written out by “Baldy," it might have nights on a heavy wire tends to dim sunny been taken to cast responsibility for the optimism and to sharpen criticism of fel- error on the sender; but Shelby asked no low-men. Somewhere in the back of annoying questions. Despite his lack of Sanderson's brain doubt stirred - such a love for Breelton, it was with reluctant doubt as comes to harass Mr. Suburban foot that he entered the editorial-room, when he counts his bundles preparatory to though he passed the message to Graves the dash for his train, a suggestion of almost eagerly. Everybody likes to shift something amiss, something overlooked, the burden of breaking bad news, and this something not as it should be. Just what news was bound to be more than merely was it that happened when that despatch bad. Graves read, gulped, and glared at was coming in?“Baldy's" big dose of Shelby with savage reproach; but the mancoffee had dulled his thirst, and it had also aging editor declined to meet his eye. quickened his wits and made him less like Breelton, pausing in the midst of somea recording automaton. That an ambas- thing very like an oration, was smitten by sador! That fussy little man a figure at vague forebodings. the Russian court! Apparently so, and on “What is it?" he asked. "Anything the strength of his testimony and the tes- more about me--about the appointment?" timony of the great press association of Graves cleared his throat.

“I regret, which he was the mouthpiece. The oper- Mr. Breelton, to say that it is." ator's hand stole to his key, and he began The other leaned forward in his chair, to click off a message to division head- his hands gripping its arms. "Something quarters.

---something about the ambassadorship?" Shelby, meanwhile, had sought his own he gasped. “Some other man-some other den, and was poring over Breelton's ad- Breelton--gets it?" dress to the public. It was short, as the “You 're the man; but-but it is n't an author had declared; but its taste was ambassadorship. You 're offered a place doubtful and its phraseology ponderous. as consul." If the nomination really had been made, “Consul!" Breelton's voice rose in a people would smile; if there was any mis- falsetto shriek. "Say, you're joking! take, the roar of laughter would shake a You must be! Me a consul! Let me see dozen States. But could there be a mis- what it says!" take? Despite faith in the inerrancy of He caught at the despatch, but his hand the news service, Graves undoubtedly was shook and his sight seemed blurred, and a skeptic, and Breelton's own explanation the paper Auttered to the floor. Graves removed the chance of Effingham's Mach- picked it up. iavellian hand in the affair. Shelby's “You 're trying to fool me!" Breelton uneasiness was growing. He had no stir- cried. “It 's a put-up job. It 's a joke, I ring desire to protect Breelton, but it was tell

you; but I'm on to it!" his mission in life to save the paper from Graves brought down his glasses upon blunders. He tucked the statement and the desk as a speaker might wield a gavel the telegrams into a pocket, and swiftly to calm a boisterous legislature.

places."

"Mr. Breelton, this is Amalgamated "Who-who's had the job Press matter," he said solemnly; "and it's Shelby turned to another axiomatic that the Amalgamated Press does n't appear to have bee never jokes."

regularly filled. There was Even the distracted Breelton could not Utah who was appointed thr disregard the tone of authority.

but he did n't stay long. A "But you—it-it can't mean consul,” seems to have had charge sinc he said almost with a whine. “Consul- salary 's a thousand a year. ” general it must be.”

A convulsive tremor ran Graves shook his head, but Breelton was figure huddled in the chair. insistent. “Must be at least consul-gen- to be repressed, broke from t] eral,” he urged. “Maybe that would pay Graves leaned forward, and better- less expense, you know."

upon his knee. “It is consul.”

"This has been a distressi Breelton's jaw dropped, but he strug- standing,” he said kindly; gled to regain self-control. “It 's--it 's nately it has been discovere not what I-what my services deserve, save you greater embarras gentlemen," he said. "Of course it lacks you don't have to accept th the diplomatic honors and robs me of the know.” opportunity to enjoy circles where I 'd Breelton raised a hagga have shone; but I-I 've got to have time there was a new light in his to consider it. Consul to St. Petersburg! "If it takes every dollar I I don't know-it 's possible– I 've heard world, I 'll get even with 1 there is a big income with some of those political trickster Worth,”

ciously. "Send me off to a pe Again Graves cleared his throat. “It would he, to have me die of is n't St. Petersburg. It 's St. Peter's and that other thing! The Bay."

for you! Don't you worry, Breelton sprang to his feet. "St. Peter's show him, and I 'll show hii Bay!” he roared, and shook a fist in he is." Graves's face. “And where in Hades is It was Shelby's turn to ex St. Peter's Bay ?"

ing hand. "There's that “Don't know; never heard of the

yours--you

'll wish it place." The editor had dodged instinc

course?" tively and escaped harm, but his tone was Breelton half rose, but sa sharp. It indicated very slight concern in pathetic air of helplessness. this geographical puzzler.

"Stop it, I beg you, Mr. Then Shelby intervened. He had taken let it get out.

Great he a big book from a ready reference-shelf, people see that, and read wł and now he read from one of its pages. fitting tributes and --er-e

“St. Peter's Bay,” he said, “is the seat of it, they 'll laugh me out of government of a British crown colony. those telegrams to the Pres It's tropical— latitude four degrees, twenty infernal villain Worth! minutes north, to be exact. Rainfall, one called back! I 'll give an hundred and thirty-one inches a year. anything for the man wh Population, in 1900, 4356, of whom that humiliation." twenty-three were of European blood. If "Why, that will be eas it had a better harbor, it might do more gan, but Shelby broke in u business. The climate renders it unde- upon his chief's comforting sirable as a place of residence for women Shelby had an inspiration. or children of Caucasian stock; but, except “Mr. Breelton, we 'll for beriberi and bubonic plague, it has been you,” said he. "We can fairly free from epidemics in recent years." ment without trouble so f

Breelton dropped back into his chair, is concerned; but as for th and covered his face with his hands. There the press association and was a long pause before he spoke dully and of yours to Washingtonunhappily:

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is like a stone started rolling down-hill. long breath; a great weight seemed to It 's hard to catch up with it sometimes. have been lifted from his shoulders. He You ought to have the help of somebody turned to Hamilton. who 'll throw heart and soul into the task, "You-Harry?” he said, and his manbut-well, I'll try to put a man on it ner betrayed the fact that until this instant who 'll do all that mortal can do."

he had given no heed to the identity of his "I 'll be eternally in his debt, if he suc- benefactor. "You-well, it 's funny it ceeds -and in yours."

should have been you who did this for me! "Wait here, if you please," Shelby said I-I thank you from the bottom of my briskly. He hurried into the hall, and heart. I won't forget. Sometimes, in opened the first door on the right. The his haste, a man 's led to say something young man and the young woman sitting he 's sorry for afterward. And—and supby the table seemed to be startled by the pose we let it rest there for the present.” abruptness of his entrance.

"Yes, sir," the youth responded respect"Beg pardon!” the managing editor fully. He shot a glance at Shelby, and said. “I've something for you to do, modestly retired from the center of the Hamilton. Take these papers" -- here he stage. drew three documents from his pocket- A little later Mr. Hamilton had the “and in five minutes come into the edi- honor of conducting Miss Breelton to her torial-room. Come on the jump! Rush carriage, walking beside her unchallenged in! Give these papers to Mr. Breelton; and approved. Her father, lagging behind and, as you value your bodily safety and them, chanced to overhear part of a brief future happiness, don't tell him how you exchange between Graves and Shelby, who got them. Don't tell him anything. Just had escorted him to the head of the hold your tongue and look modest. That's stairs. all. Good-by!"

“Observe the young folks?” the manBefore he went back to Graves and aging editor said, with a chuckle. “And Breelton, Shelby glanced into the apart- do you mark the paternal attitude? Acment where the telegraph-sounder clat- ceptance of existing facts, is n't there?" tered and where “Baldy" Sanderson, clear “Recognition, anyway,” Graves of conscience, thumped a type-writer and swered. There was a carrying note in his longed for the welcome “Thirty,” which voice, and Breelton caught the words. He in an hour or two would mark the end of wheeled on the stairs, and looked up at his trick. Shelby looked at him and them. In a curious fashion the movement grinned, without thought of chiding or re- suggested that his spirits were rebounding proof; for in the philosophy of a busy from the depths of despond. newspaper a miss is not merely as good as That 's it, Mr. Graves," he said ala mile; it is a mile, and a full mile, at most eagerly. “You 're right, sir; you 're that. Then he went on to the editorial- right. It is n't what I 'd have chosen; room.

but, after all, it 's recognition, sir-recogEven to Shelby the remaining minutes nition." of the five dragged; for Graves was dis- Shelby pursed his lips and whistled posed to silence, and Breelton was not in- softly as Breelton's back was again turned spiring company. Suddenly there were to them. Graves chuckled. sounds of hurried steps in the hall, and in “My boy,” said he, “it's a frightful rushed Hamilton, holding the telltale pa- drop from St. Petersburg to St. Peter's pers.

Bay; but every office-seeker has his paraBreelton snatched them from the young chute with him. And the old rule still man, glanced at them hastily, and tore holds: few of them die, and none of them them into many pieces. Then he drew a declines."

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TITHIN a wondrous glass,

'SSENCES of old love I bring A wondrous, magic mirror,

To make the new love sweet. I gaze and see my features nobler shown Oh, many an old and broken thing Than I can dare to own

Makes love complete!
Oh, nobler, fairer, dearer,
Which inward graces brighten as they pass !

What memories that buried lay

In graveyard of the past How beautiful, how strange

Take resurrection from this day, To note so wondrous graces!

Divine at last! A queen might feel her scepter cheaply sold

If she could thus behold A glass wherein her face is

What whispers on what summer eves, Beyond desire made fair by magic change. What worship overthrown,

What faith a loveless man believes

No more his own!
Such mirrors no one buys,
But they may freely own them

Who rightly love, who gladly greet the time. What scattered, hopeless dreams arise
All these will have sublime

And reign within my heart! Their souls and features shown them,

The union of what prophecies, Nobly renewed within their children's eyes. My love, thou art !

"FORGET THE GRAVES OF HEROES”

TORGET the graves of heroes, and no more laurel give

So many lives are lived by those too sick to live,

So many deeds are done by those too weak to do.

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