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himself a comrade in the French sense of the word. Shooting, fishing, sketching, or card-playing, he had been invariably the best of company, a prince of good fellows.

“And she?” said Little quietly. "Does she care for you ?Jack stroked his blonde mustache.

Well, yes, she does. And that 's the devil of it, for of course I can't marry on my present income."

“Not marry!” cried Little indignantly. You don't tell me, you don't dare to tell me that in your disgusting selfishness you have engaged this girl's affections only to trifle with her!”

" Why, how hot you are, old chap ! Anyone would suppose you were in love with Antonia yourself. I never saw you so excited. But you put the case too harshly: I never intended to trifle with


say she nearly swallowed me, her mouth was large enough. Then there was Fanny Porter, and that awful Oregon girl, and Mercedes, une Andalouse au sein bruni, and Alice Carr. Sweet Alice, where art thou ? Gad, how I loved Alice. but she had n't a cent, not a maravedi! My wife, you see, my dear Arthur, must support me. Obviously 1 cannot support her."

“ You have been engaged ?"

“Bless you, a dozen times. Soberly speaking, 1 ought to settle down. I'm not getting any younger, or jollier, or better looking. I really feel like marrying, and being a good boy for the balance of my days.”

Arthur writhed in spirit, but said nothing. Mr. Remmington, who liked the sound of his own voice, continued :

"l've had splendid chances and let 'em slide. I never could resist a pretty face, and the ugly ones who have the cold cash are so damnably particular. That fiddle-headed Porter girl gave me the sack because she caught me kissing her French maid. But speaking of pretty faces, I've seen nothing to compare with Antonia Fawcett ; 'Matre pulchra filia pulchrior. And she's the most affectionate little thing on earth. Watch her with horses and dogs. Any fool can see with half an eye that she has a superfluity of the milk of human kindness and Fawcett is a regular clam. He can shut the child up with one look, damn him! How cheery this fire is. That and your sober old phiz inspire confidence. I'm going to tell you something. I'm head over ears in love with Antonia.”

It was out at last. Arthur sighed. He considered himself under great personal obligations to this man. Making allowance for a streak of levity in his character, he gave him (had always given him) credit for many excellent qualities. During the past three months he had proved

" You never intended ! Good God! He says he never intended! You are a scoundrel, John Remmington, and you have done a scoundrelly thing !”

Remmington's florid face grew very white.

Keep a civil tongue in your mouth, Arthur, till I explain. You force my hand. When I asked Antonia to become my wife, I thought - damn it all, how can I put it? It sounds brutal, but I thought you were dying. The doctor that fellow in San Lorenzo

told me so. Then we came on here and you said, sitting in that very chair, the day you had that bad coughing spell, that -- that --er

- you had willed me the bulk of your fortune. The next morning I met Antonia. After that we were together a good deal. Fawcett and you seemed to pair off, and I -- well, I'm not made of stone I found out that she liked me. We became engaged. I begged Antonia not to speak to the old man.

She agreed readily enough. It appears he had

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already warned her to beware of me, but “Generous as a caliph and true as steel, she confessed that she 'd loved me from but cold - cold as charity. I don't supthe time she found my footprint at the pose he could fall in love to save his life !" willow spring. I told her that I was expecting a great deal of money from a rela- Ten months later the screws of the tive and that we must wait patiently till Cunard Company's Steamship Umbria I was in a position to approach her father. were churning into yellow foam the Then you began to mend and my bubbles waters of the Hudson. A few more of romance burst. We kept our secret minutes and the great ship would be in jealously, but the cat's out of the bag dock and her cargo scattered broadcast now. I love her, better than all the over the city. The Remmingtons — Jack others put together. I feel a better man and his wife -- were pacing slowly up in her presence,-but marriage ! How can and down the hurricane deck. I marry on nothing a year ?"

“In half an hour,” said Jack, “We He stared moodily into the crimson shall be shaking hands with old Arthur. ashes of the cones. They had blazed up How glad he will be to see us.bravely for a few minutes, giving forth “And how glad we shall be to see great heat, light, and perfume. Now, him," suggested Antonia. practically, the fire was out. Little know, Jack, I once fancied he cared for called to mind the sacred flame of love me. I was thinking of you and blind to which burns eternally in the hearts of everybody else, but still I fancy " some, but in general glows fiercely for a “Of course," replied her husband, brief season, with exceeding radiance, “ he was a victim. You women are all and then dies.

savages at heart.

Your favorite amuse“I beg your pardon,” he said slowly. ment is counting scalps. But, my dear "I see my responsibility and will shoulder child, in this case you are vastly misit. I'll give you an income,

taken. Arthur is the best fellow in the thank me! - if you really love An- world but he has spent his life taking tonia."

care of himself and thinking of that one “I swear that I can make her happy.' lung." “ That is the right key. I expected to

“O Jack! How can you say such hear you say that she could make you things! After all he has done for us. It happy, which we will take for granted. sounds so ungrateful." Take care of her, Jack. She is a sensi- She looked wistfully into his handsome tive plant. You pride yourself on doing face, tanned by wind and sun. How things well, better than other men. Ap- strong he was! What a man! ply that principle to marriage. Begin by of late certain misgivings had assailed considering and pleasing your wife, and her. Jack was very loving, very attenyou will end by pleasing yourself. To- tive, very jolly, but Antonia had begun morrow we will discuss this in detail. I to realize his limitations.

He was SO am tired tonight, and am going to bed. exacting, so intolerant of feminine weakGood night and God bless you.

ness. A headache, lassitude, any trifling They shook hands and Arthur retired. ailment, annoyed him. But Remmington threw a log on the expir- When I narried you," he had said ing embers and sat-thinking of the future more than once “I gave you credit for - for a couple of hours.

perfect health. A sickly woman is an “Queer chap Arthur.” he mused. awful nuisance

no, don't

And yet

He expected her to be always tirée à Antonia listened, trembling, to the quatre epingles, or as he phrased it, “on end. Her husband kissed her, but she deck.” She remembered, with a pang, drew away from him, sobbing bitterly. how-shortly after their marriage-she So uncontrollable was her grief, so irrehad been unable to attend a great ball at pressible her emotion, that he became Delmonico's. Jack had been absurdly peevish. angry, and finally had gone alone, leav- “Come, come,” he said, frowning. ing her in tears, the bitterest she had “ That will do, Antonia. It's bad form ever shed.

to make such a scene as this. Confound Ungrateful,” he repeated, pulling his it — the hotel people will think I'm long mustache, “well, I'm hanged ! beating you. Poor Arthur is better off Did n't I give up six months of my life where he is. There is, really, a fate in to Arthur Little ? He repaid me royally,

He repaid me royally, these things. When a man survives his true. But all said and done, the income usefulness — and what can a one-lunged he allows me is a mere flea bite to him. man do? — Providence generally takes He admitted to me that I saved his life. him off. Think of the good use we shall I'm his next of kin and-er-"

make of his millions !” “Don't," said Antonia, wincing. “ Have you no heart?'

she cried pas“Don't finish the sentence, Jack." sionately. “We have lost our dearest

The huge vessel was majestically friend, the kindest, the most generous approaching her moorings. The crowd man in the world, and you prate of bad on the wharf could be distinctly seen: form. Merciful Heaven! have I made a handkerchiefs fluttered and hoarse cries mistake?'' were borne across the shimmering water. He glanced at her coldly, contemptuNothing in life yields more pleasure to ously. the second than the meeting of those we “ A mistake? What the devil do you love after long absence. The recogni

The recogni- mean?tion, first of voice, then of form, and She shuddered. lastly feature. But the Remmingtons “What do you mean?” he repeated. were denied this pleasure. To their “I insist upon an explanation.” great disappointment, Little's frail figure “I mean,” she said quietly, putting and kindly face were not to be seen. her hand to her throat, " that I know

As they went down the gangway a tall now, now that he is dead, that Arthur thin man with very white whiskers and loved me.

And I might have loved him, very pale face touched Jack upon the but instead I loved you. Do you know arm, and leading him aside, whispered a how a child of seventeen can love? few words.

No, - you don't! But I think he did. Anything wrong?" asked Antonia, There lies the difference between him noting a peculiar expression upon her and you; and today, hearing you speak husband's features.

as you have just spoken, and knowing, “Nothing,” he replied hastily.

as I know, that you are thinking, not of But at the hotel, when they were your friend, but of the money he left alone, he told her as gently as he could behind him, I ask myself - have I made that Little was no more. He had taken a mistake!” cold: violent inflammation had set in : Her husband laid his heavy hand upon he was dead and — buried! The funeral her shoulder. had taken place the day before.

“I can answer the question,” he said

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brutally. “We've got to live out our years together. You ask, “Have I made lives together, and as we're both of us a mistake?' The woman who frames remarkably healthy persons, the odds that question in regard to her husband are we shall spend some forty or fifty has already answered it !”

Horace Annesley Vachell.


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THIS month of It was perhaps too proud of being known as July, 1895, makes the Atlantic Monthly of the Pacific Coast. It the twenty-seventh honestly earned the title, but in so doing it lost anniversary of the its own peculiar individuality. The American in birth of the OVER- the libraries and club rooms of New York, LAND.



Boston, London, and Hong Kong, takes up the In this period of OVERLAND to read of California and the Pacific over a quarter of a Coast - of its history and romance: he does century, which cov not care for an essay on Socialism, a dissertaers more thau half tion University Extension, or a New York or the history of the Paris drawing room story of love and intrigue.

State, the common He can get all of this done to his own taste in wealth and the magazine have seen good seasons his own magazine. The OVERLAND has its and bad. There was a time when the OVERLAND own field and he expects it to fill it and not in: was first published, in 1868–69, when Bret Harte vade that of another. was its editor and was just realizing fame and There are plenty of reasons why the OVERmoney on his “Luck of Roaring Camp" stories, LAND or any like magazine on this Coast cannot that the OVERLAND felt sure of its existence and own its own publishing house and pay small free to boast, but for the past twenty years for one fortunes for lives of dead heroes or the work of reason and another it has always been thankful to world famous novelists. There are only one and see its birthdays safely behind it with a half ut a half million people on this Coast. Of that tered prayer that it would reach another one. But million and a half the majority are in one way in spite of hard times, rich rivals, and small bank and another readers of the OVERLAND, – in accounts, it has always kept steadily forward, the school libraries, reading rooms, clubs, etc., one true, unswerving mirror of all that was best which fact, while it is gratifying to the editor, is and most praiseworthy in Californian life and not always quite satisfactory to the manager. He story. If the present writer might be allowed to often remarks of his magazine as he sees the both criticise and praise the management of the letters of commendation and approval pour into magazine during this time, he would say that its the editorial department, that he realizes what business end had been sacrificed to its editorial and Bill Nye so graphically said of the Platte River, literary ideals.

that it had a tremendous influence but small


article on the Coeur'd Aléne Coeur d'Alene troubles of 1892, is rendered Troubles. especially timely by the tel

egrams in the current daily papers, telling of new disturbances. That article puts the reader in a position to understand thor. oughly dispatches like the following:


It is likely to Break Out at Any Time in

Coeur 'd Aléne.

circulation. We are not apologizing for the OVERLAND or its field, but when you stop to consider that in and around New York there are three millions of people as a basis for the circulation of a New York magazine, you cannot wonder that the OVERLAND and its managers, past and present, feel like crowing a little on every birthday. When the managers, editorial or business, are mentioned, it must not be forgotten that there has always been a corporal's guard of prominent Californians who have stood back of and under the magazine, always ready and willing to help it over every seemingly unsurmountable obstacle. They certainly should not feel angered if their names are entered here as deserving the thanks of all who are jealous of the good name of State and Coast. Judge John H. Boalt, Mr. Irving M. Scott, Mr. Henry J. Crocker, Mr. Wakefield Baker, Captain J. M. McDonald, and Hon. W. W. Foote are the present directory. And there are others who either as directors or stockholders have been and are deserving of all the gratitude that will ever be awarded them for their unfailing interest. But the list is too long to chronicle. They themselves know and they know that we know and are grateful.

DENVER, Col., June 12. -An alarming state of affairs exists in Coeur 'd Aléne, Northern Idaho. News received here today indicates that serious trouble is likely to break out there at any time between the Miners' Union and the law and order men who have organized to protect laborers in their right to work and the mine-owners in their right to employ whom they please.

A man who incurred the enmity of the Miners' Union was killed there recently, murdered with an ax, which was found buried in his skull, and the Coroner's jury returned a verdict of suicide.

Governor McConnell has made a requisition on the Government for arms and has obtained several hundred stand. Over 200 volunteers are drilling here tonight to prepare for the coming conflict, which seems imminent. Idaho has no State militia.

NO CHANGE AT COEUR 'D ALENE. Trouble is Feared, However, When Work is

IT CAN do no harm thus The to talk freely of the hopes, Overland's aspirations, and successes, Birthday. of the magazine to friends

and well wishers on this,

its natal day. We are constantly doing it verbally and by letter in in answer to direct questions. Never in the past twenty years has the magazine been in a position to talk with better grace. We have not reached the 50,000 new subscriptions that we boasted we would have by July; but we have done so well that we have no fault to find with the hard times or indifference of the few.

It is almost foolish to state figures and facts regarding circulation in these days when competitors boast of 250,000 and 400,000 circulations; but it can be said, and said truthfully, that the OVERLAND has within the past year, the hardest this Coast has ever seen, more than doubled its Coast circulation, and added one third to its Eastern and foreign circulation. Now, from the nature of things we cannot invite you to a birthday party, but we are in a position to receive congratulations and presents. Let the presents be subscriptions, and remember in this case it will be more blessed for you to receive your own magazine than to give the small subscription. Who will be the first?

Resumed at the Mines.

SPOKANE, Wash, June 13. – There is no change in the labor situation it the Coeur 'd Aléne mines. The Bunker Hill and the Sullivan people are preparing to resume work on a basis of $3 a day for miners and $2.50 a day for car. men and shovelers, a requisite number of citizens having signed a petition pledging them support.

What the result will be is a matter of conjecture. The Miners' Union declares that there will be no lawlessness, but that the companies will not be able to secure men at the cut wages. Men well informed respecting the situation, however, fear trouble and violence.

NEVER in the memory of The the present generation of Presidential voters has there been so little Bee. chance for a good Yankee

guess as to who will be the next presidential nominees on the Republican and Democratic tickets. The favorites are too few and the field too large. Were it not for the good old-fashioned national objection to seeing any one man serve more times in the Chief Executive's chair than its first great occupant, one

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