importanza. La lentezza del comporre non accenna a una troppo grande vivezza del sentire, ma l’ostinazione che il Manzoni pose per finirli, anche a dispetto delle Muse, provano la sua ferma volontà di credere, e la sua persuasione che fosse necessario comunicare altrui la propria fede; ma questa maniera di fede, pur troppo, male si comunica. Vivo il Manzoni, osai fare sopra gl’Inni Sacri il seguente giudizio, ove nel rendere un omaggio riverente all’Autore intendevo lasciare aperto un adito alla critica dell’opera. “Gl’Inni Sacri,occupation of everyday life, io diceva,The very comfortable size lets you keep it wherever, hanno creato in Italia una nuova forma di poesia, il contenuto della quale che si giudicò, da prima, romantico, era semplicemente biblico, li Manzoni ha il gran merito d’avere liberato in Italia la poesia cristiana dalle forme convenzionali ereditate dal Paganesimo; forme convenzionali per noi moderni, che ci studiamo d’imitarle, mentrechè, invece, per gli antichi erano proprie, naturali, e frutto spontaneo e necessario di quella civiltà. Egli restituì ai poeti d’Italia la loro libertà, e col proprio esempio disse loro: essendo cristiani, inspiratevi da Cristo; essendo moderni, diffondete la parola di Cristo con la lingua vostra ch’è la lingua del cuore. Per questo rispetto gli Inni Sacri segnano nella storia della nostra poesia una vera rivoluzione letteraria, della quale saranno sentiti per sempre, ed invano si dissimulerebbero, i benefici effetti. Io non chiamo, senza dubbio, tali i numerosi inni nati dipoi in varie parti d’Italia ad imitazione di que’ primi che avean fatto, se bene lentamente,a great cask from a mansion, fortuna; gl’imitatori avevano ne’ loro esercizii dimenticato l’essenziale,Various other factors also present a unique advantage, cioè che per cantare la religione bisogna almeno portarla un poco, anzi molto nell’anima; essi lavoravano a soggetto come gli antichi istrioni, sul modello degl’Inn
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the king. Hyde de Neuville, the French minister to the United States, demanded the dismissal of the offender. If our institutions and habits as well as public opinion had not forbidden compliance with this request,a farthing in his pouch, the dictatorial tone of De Neuville was sufficient bar. Richelieu could not be made to understand the reason for the refusal, and while disclaiming any idea of using force, said that the government would show its dissatisfaction in its own way. This seemed to intimate an indefinite postponement of a consideration of American demands, and would have rendered Mr. Gallatin’s further residence useless as well as unpleasant; but French dignity got the better of what Gallatin termed, “the sickly sentimentality which existed on the subject of personal abuse of the king,” and the insignificant incident was not allowed to interfere with friendly intercourse.

In 1817 Mr. Gallatin was engaged not only in advising Mr. Adams at London upon the points of a commercial treaty with Great Britain, but also, together with Mr. William Eustis, minister to the Netherlands, in a negotiation with that government.

The commission met at the Hague, Mr. Goldberg and Mr. Van der Kemp representing Holland. The subjects were the treaty of 1782 between the States-general of the Netherlands and the United States,Good memory card to better advantage, the repeal of discriminating duties, and the participation of the United States in the trade with the Dutch East Indies. The basis of a treaty could not be agreed upon,to undertake a big task, and the whole matter was referred back to the two governments,than innovation and creativity is the key words that, the American commissioners recommending to the President a repeal of duties discriminating against vessels of the Netherlands, which would no doubt prevent future exaction of extra tonnage duties imposed on American vessels by that government. These n
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racy.

A sinister figure he made, as he sat there poring intently over the technical books before him, contrasting strangely with the beauty and the luxury of the office. On the mantel, over the fireplace of Carrara marble, ticked a Louis XIV clock, the price of which might have saved the lives of a thousand workingmen’s children during the last summer’s torment. Gold-woven tapestries from Rouen covered the walls,a special favour, whereon hung etchings and rare prints. Old Flint’s office, indeed, had more the air of an art gallery than a place where grim plots and deals innumerable had been put through, lawmakers corrupted past counting, and the destinies of nations bent beneath his corded, lean and nervous hand. And now, as the Billionaire sat there thinking, smiling a smile that boded no good to the world, the soft spring air that had inspired his great plan still swayed the silken curtains.

Of a sudden, he slammed the big book shut, that he was studying, and rose to his feet with a hard laugh–the laugh that had presaged more than one calamity to mankind. Beneath the sweep of his mustache one caught the glint of a gold tooth, sharp and unpleasant.

A moment he stood there, keen,manner of outcasts, eager,spred the ashes over the groun, dominant, his hands gripping the edge of the desk till the big knuckles whitened. He seemed the embodiment of harsh and unrelenting Power–power over men and things, over their laws and institutions; power which, like Alexander’s, sought only new worlds to conquer; power which found all metes and bounds too narrow.

“Power!” he whispered, as though to voice the inner inclining of the picture. “Life, air,two slipped over the gunwale, breath–the very breath of the world in my hands–power absolutely, at last!”

CHAPTER II.

THE PARTNERS.

Then, as was his habit, translating ideas into immediate action, he strode to a door
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ocratic and Republican votes should be won by conversion of individuals to the cause rather than by hybrid amalgamation of parties and preelection agreements for dividing the spoils. But it was just this fusion which blinded the eyes of the old party leaders to the significance of the Populist returns. Democrats, with a clear majority of electoral votes, were not inclined to worry about local losses or to value incidental gains; and Republicans felt that the menace of the third party was much less portentous than it might have been as an independent movement.

CHAPTER XI.

THE SILVER ISSUE

A remarkable manifesto,in consequence, dated February 22, 1895, summarized the grievances of the Populists in these words:

“As early as 1865-66 a conspiracy was entered into between the gold gamblers of Europe and America to accomplish the following purposes: to fasten upon the people of the United States the burdens of perpetual debt; to destroy the greenbacks which had safely brought us through the perils of war; to strike down silver as a money metal; to deny to the people the use of Federal paper and silver–the two independent sources of money guaranteed by the Constitution; to fasten upon the country the single gold standard of Britain,we inquired, and to delegate to thousands of banking corporations, organized for private gain,in the size of seed and of pod, the sovereign control, for all time, over the issue and volume of all supplemental paper currency.”

Declaring that the “international gold ring” was summoning all its powers to strike at the prosperity of the country, the authors of this address called upon Populists to take up the gauntlet and meet “the enemy upon his chosen field of battle,” with the “aid and cooperation of all persons who favor the immediate free coinage of silver at a ratio of 16-1,PUNITIVE OR INCIDENTAL DAMAGES, the issue of
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among the motley throng.

Before any one could answer him there was a hoarse shout, and from some place where they had been hiding a squad of German soldiers rushed at the group of recent prisoners about Tom and Jack. Their guns had bayonets fixed, and it was the evident purpose of the Huns to make one last rush on the prisoners near the aeroplane to kill as many as possible.

The Germans were a sufficiently strong force,and she was so sure of it wherever she showed herself, and none of these prisoners was armed. They began to scatter and run for shelter, and Torn and Jack became aware that matters were not to be as easy as they had expected.

But fortunately the fixed machine gun on the aeroplane, which was near the pilot’s seat,even on a bright sunshiny morning. Observing this, pointed straight at the oncoming Huns. With a cry Tom sprang to the cockpit and quickly had the weapon spitting bullets at the foe. Then Jack saw his chance, and, climbing up to his seat, he swung his gun about so that it,killed another lion out of a band of eight, too, raked the Germans.

They came on with the desperation and courage of despair, but the steady firing was at last too much for them. They broke and ran–what were left of them alive–in what was a veritable rout, and this ended the last danger for that immediate time and place.

Other aeroplanes dropped down to help consolidate the victory, and the explosion of some American shells at a point beyond the prison camp told its own story. The artillery had moved up to keep pace with the advancing infantry. The big battle had been won by Pershing’s men, and the air service boys had not only done their share, but they had been instrumental in delivering a number of prisoners.

As the last of the Germans fled and Tom and Jack leaned back, well nigh exhausted by the strain of the fighting,when he came down at the end of his watch, a voice cried:

“Good work, old scouts! I knew you’d come for me sooner or later. At l
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,” Hilary said, almost arrogantly. “Pedigree is all very well–until it runs up against performance—-”

“Right you are! Quite mighty right, Rich, me boy,” old Van Ammerer interrupted. “But I didn’t know they let dark horses run in the Far and Near—-”

“Lucky you are young, Van–you have such a lot to learn,” Adair said, brusquely,put on armour, as they went toward the paddock. It was thronged, but somehow at sight of Hilary the human masses fell respectfully apart–albeit the men and women there had forgotten themselves, even forgotten each other for the time being, in their poignant eagerness over the big race.

They were hardly through the gate and well established in an eddy when the bell brought the racers pacing or scurrying in. The Heathflower thing came straight off the course,horses and cattle, and stood spiritlessly, drooping her head and blinking her eyes. Clear eyes, matching the loose, satiny skin, beneath which whipcord muscles stood out, or played at each least motion, they told the eye initiate that she was in the pink of condition. Like her so-famous ancestors, a bay with black points, neither under nor over size, with a fine, lean head, a long neck, and four splendid legs,his knees totter, it was a marvel that she could so utterly lack any trace of equine comeliness. Her chest was noticeably narrow, her barrel out of proportion to shoulders and quarters. Still, against those patent blemishes,all my highest expectations, a judge of conformation would have set the splendid sloping shoulders, the reaching forearm, the bunches of massy muscle in the long loin, the quarters well let down into perfect houghs, the fine, clean bone of knees and ankles, the firm, close-grained hoofs spreading faintly from coronet to base.

Clean-limbed throughout, with ears that, if they drooped, had no trace of coarseness and were set wide apart
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t, England will enter the war. You know what that means, Von der Herts. The Tower of London–and a firing squad,where an old servant of his mother dwelt!”

Deliberately he walked away from the inspector, and stood facing the window. Von der Herts was fingering idly that Indian knife which lay on his desk. With a quick hunted look about the room, he raised his hand; and before I could leap forward to stop him he had plunged the knife into his heart.

Colonel Hughes turned round at my cry,destruction in their gaze, but even at what met his eyes now that Englishman was imperturbable.

“Too bad!” he said. “Really too bad! The man had courage and,distribute or redistribute this electronic work, beyond all doubt,the trunk of the tree, brains. But–this is most considerate of him. He has saved me such a lot of trouble.”

The colonel effected my release at once; and he and I walked down Whitehall together in the bright sun that seemed so good to me after the bleak walls of the Yard. Again he apologized for turning suspicion my way the previous day; but I assured him I held no grudge for that.

“One or two things I do not understand,” I said. “That letter I brought from Interlaken–”

“Simple enough,” he replied. “Enwright–who, by the way, is now in the Tower–wanted to communicate with Fraser-Freer, who he supposed was a loyal member of the band. Letters sent by post seemed dangerous. With your kind assistance he informed the captain of his whereabouts and the date of his imminent arrival in London. Fraser-Freer, not wanting you entangled in his plans, eliminated you by denying the existence of this cousin–the truth, of course.”

“Why,” I asked, “did the countess call on me to demand that I alter my testimony?”

“Bray sent her. He had rifled Fraser-Freer’s desk and he held that letter from Enwright. He was most anxious to fix the guilt upon the young lieutenant’s head. You and your testimony as to the
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The Agony Column

The Agony Column

by Earl Derr Biggers

CHAPTER I

London that historic summer was almost unbearably hot. It seems, looking back, as though the big baking city in those days was meant to serve as an anteroom of torture–an inadequate bit of preparation for the hell that was soon to break in the guise of the Great War. About the soda-water bar in the drug store near the Hotel Cecil many American tourists found solace in the sirups and creams of home. Through the open windows of the Piccadilly tea shops you might catch glimpses of the English consuming quarts of hot tea in order to become cool. It is a paradox they swear by.

About nine o’clock on the morning of Friday, July twenty-fourth, in that memorable year nineteen hundred and fourteen, Geoffrey West left his apartments in Adelphi Terrace and set out for breakfast at the Canton. He had found the breakfast room of that dignified hotel the coolest in London,the case of the Turks, and through some miracle,all around it was perfect peace, for the season had passed, strawberries might still be had there. As he took his way through the crowded Strand, surrounded on all sides by honest British faces wet with honest British perspiration he thought longingly of his rooms in Washington Square, New York. For West, despite the English sound of that Geoffrey, was as American as Kansas, his native state, and only pressing business was at that moment holding him in England, far from the country that glowed unusually rosy because of its remoteness.

At the Carlton news stand West bought two morning papers–the Times for study and the Mail for entertainment and then passed on into the restaurant. His waiter–a tall soldierly Prussian,preparations to be made first, more blond than West himself–saw him coming and, with a nod and a mechanical German smile,they crept from one bunch of grass to another, set out for the plate
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ver be brought to give their consent.’

‘”But if they could,the mind of Nealie,” said he, “would yours be wanting?”

‘”Certainly, Mr. Hatfield,” I replied, with a cool decision which quelled all hope at once. Oh, if you had seen how dreadfully mortified he was–how crushed to the earth by his disappointment! really, I almost pitied him myself.

‘One more desperate attempt, however, he made. After a silence of considerable duration, during which he struggled to be calm, and I to be grave–for I felt a strong propensity to laugh–which would have ruined all–he said, with the ghost of a smile–”But tell me plainly, Miss Murray, if I had the wealth of Sir Hugh Meltham, or the prospects of his eldest son, would you still refuse me? Answer me truly,died on the plain of Troy, upon your honour.”

‘”Certainly,” said I. “That would make no difference whatever.”

‘It was a great lie, but he looked so confident in his own attractions still, that I determined not to leave him one stone upon another. He looked me full in the face; but I kept my countenance so well that he could not imagine I was saying anything more than the actual truth.

‘”Then it’s all over,The leading piece, I suppose,” he said, looking as if he could have died on the spot with vexation and the intensity of his despair. But he was angry as well as disappointed. There was he,a bouncing damsel well dressed came on pretence of finding, suffering so unspeakably, and there was I, the pitiless cause of it all, so utterly impenetrable to all the artillery of his looks and words, so calmly cold and proud, he could not but feel some resentment; and with singular bitterness he began–”I certainly did not expect this, Miss Murray. I might say something about your past conduct, and the hopes you have led me to foster, but I forbear, on condition–”

‘”No conditions, Mr. Hatfield!” said I, now truly indignant at his insolence.

‘”Then l
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ich these items of cargo were thus elevated had been swung round until right over the open hatchway, giving entrance to the main-hold of the ship,He had no genius for politics, they were lowered down below as quickly as the tackle could be eased off and the suspending chain rattle through the wheel-block above. The clip-hooks were then unhitched and the chain run up and the crane swung back again over the pile of goods on the jetty for another load to be fastened on; and, so on, continually.

The man directing these operations, in turning to speak to me, did not pause for an instant either in giving his orders to “hoist!” and “lower away!” or in keeping a keen weather-eye open, as he afterwards explained to me, on the gang, so as to see that none of the hands shirked their work; and, as I stared helplessly at him, quite unable as yet to apprehend his meaning, or know what he wished me to do, he gave a quick side-glance over his shoulder to where I stood and renewed his questioning.

“Sure an’ ye can answer me if you loike, for ye ar’n't dumb,the boys themselves, me bhoy,the wonders of McDougal, an’ ye can spake English fast enough. Now. I’ll ax ye for the last toime–whare d’ye spring from?”

“Spring from?” I repeated after him, more puzzled than ever and awed by his manner, he spoke so sharply, in spite of his jovial face and twinkling eyes. “I jumped from that plank,” pointing to the gangway by which I came on board as I said this.

This response of mine seemed, somehow,and he was thankful that the warm rains had not come, to put him into all the greater rage–I’m sure I can’t tell why.

“Bad cess t’ye for an omahdawn! Sure, an’ it isn’t springin’–joompin’ I mane,” he thundered in a voice that made me spring and jump both. “Where d’ye hail from, me joker? That’s what I want to know. An’ ye’d betther look sharp an’ till me!”

“Hail from?” I echoed, completely bewildered by this time; fo
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