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. ~- xt~64â€" .- (, g ,1 l .4 5». u .< s. ‘wfiW‘1~dt’\,/‘â€"J «.5. ~-â€"54~..1~. :‘rvj‘Lil‘JN “1AM I / l I 1,27, .' L... \IA 0,; {A A)I\I/\lf\,/\"I\.q:f\tf\tf\l [Ayn ./\I_I\_I/\II . ‘ * w” . l w.. ' . '3 u‘f‘vaVvovu/tv‘iviv VIVIV Viv“! vvvivsva‘lvfx ' A v A Novel . 1 ‘2- Expcrimcnt > > I \ A A A A; | Way/q. - A A... V A. A‘ A A ‘A‘ H, V ‘ V v Viv vlvfivalvlmvivagvle/vv v V "I don’t know what he will say." said Nellie Arkwright, as she looked into her lover’s face. "Sometimes I think he will be nice, at others, I fear he will be cross. But he’s a. dear old dad, and loves me very dearlyâ€"so ‘he can't be cross long. can he '2" . "Well, darling, I must take my chance of a forcible ejection!" re- plied Ronald, with a smile.~ “How many steps are there to your front door?" ' Nellie laughed. f‘You silly boy she said merrily. "1 can’t see my father doing that. He’s much too cool. I don't think he couldbe dovmright angry if he tried. But. he could be terribly stem." 1 For a moment there was silence. And then Ronald asked abruptly: “What is your father, Nellie ‘2 You have never told me his profession.” Nellie Arkwright hesitated. "Dear Ronald," she said at last, “I know you will think it strange, but dad has forbidden me to mention the nature of his profession to any- one. It is an honest oneâ€"that I may at least tell youâ€"but there are reasons why he should, as far 'as possible, hide his identity with the profession he has chosen. When you call toeâ€"to ask him for me, dear,' I expect he will tell you all about it himself. But Iâ€"I mustn't, until he bids me, even to you!” She looked intreatingly into Ron- ald's handsome face. It seemed a strange thing to have to say to one who should have had her every thought. But. he understood and re- assured her. in an instant. “You don't mind, do you?” she said. I ~ “Not a bit." He pressed her little ungloved hand with tender warmth. The publicity of a park seat admitted of no better demonstration of his feelings. Pre- sently they rose and moved slowly out of the park and in the direction of Nellic's home. Nearing it, Ron- ald's face became imbued with a sudâ€" den resolve. “Nellie,” he said, I shall have to Wt "I . speak to your father ere long. Why not toâ€"night?" Nellie started and flushed as she heard the words. "Just as you Will, dear,” she murmured. “Dad’s sure to be in." Turning into -a quiet sideâ€"street, Nellie led him to the door of her father’s house, and, _in .a few mom- ents later, they were standing in a small, prettilyâ€"furnished room where ' lilr. Arkwright sat. “Daddy,” said Nellie shyly, “this is Mr. Ronald Haldane, and he has come to ask you a question. 'Andâ€" and if you say ‘Yes' to him, dear father, itâ€"it will make me very hap- p}..l’ She moved towards the door, her lovely face pink with blushes. But 'her father stopped her. There was a. curious look on his face as he eyed the young man before him with a quick, comprehensive glance. Upon Ronald’s face, too, there was an exâ€" pression of puzzled bewilderment that was slowly resolving itself into one of apprehension. But erc he could voice his request Mr. Richard Arkwright turn- ed to his daughter, and asked coldâ€" ly : “Am I to understand that this man has come to me, with your san~ ction, to ask to give youâ€"the dear- ' est treasure I have on earthâ€"to him â€"'to him?” 'A strange, frightened look came into Nellie’s eyes as she heard her father's words. Somethingâ€"she knew not whatâ€"seemed suddenly to threa- ten her, and she glanced from one to the other in blank amazement. But Ronald, who had by this time parâ€" tially recovered himself, spared her the trouble of a reply. “Mr. Arkwright," he said resolute- ly, though ‘ his face was strangely white, “permit me, in your daugh- ter’s stood. to answer your question in the affirmative. I came here to ask you frankly for your‘ daughter’s hand. My position is adequate to maintain a wife in comfort, if not quite in luxury. And I think I may be so bold as to affirm that your acceptance of me as a sonâ€"inâ€"law will materially add to her own for- sonal happiness.” For a moment Richard Arkwright made no reply. He stood there sil- ently and sternly facing the man who a’sked him to deliver his daugh- tcr’s life and happiness into his hands. “Do you know Who and what I am?" he asked. Ronald l-laldauc hesitated. “I am not sure,” he said, a flush rising to his liandSome face. “Then I will tell you!” came the quick response. “I am Detective ‘Arkwright of New Scotland Yard. Now, be good enough to similarly introduce yourself to me, and to my daughterâ€"not in your new character, but in the old." There was a dead silence in the little room. Richard Arkwright’s face was set and stem as he fixed his keen grey eyes on the man be- fore him. Nellie, pale and trembl- ing, could only look from one to the other in helpless bewilderment and anxious dread as to what was to come next. For a moment Ronald stood speechless, ,._Then a great wave seemed to sweep over him, and he lifted his lifted. "I am Ronald Ilaldnne,”. he said quietly, "Formerly convicted of forgery and sentenced to two years' penal servitude. Does that content you, Mr. Arkwright?” But the detective’s eyes were on his (laughter. She stood as if trans- fixed, gazing into the face of the man she loved. Then, with a quick movement, she Went towards him and laid her hand on his shoulder. “Ronald,” she said shakily, “tell me it's not trueâ€"oh, tell me it's not true!” Ronald never stirred. “I Cannot," he said huskily. “It is'true. Your father was the man who arrested me seven years ago." ‘ “Butâ€"but you were innocent?" murmured the girl brokenly. “As yourself," was the reply. “But the plea of innocence, in the face of conviction, is one that has no weight with the hard oflicial mind of a detective. Such men are rich in brains, but poor enough in heart." He spoke bitterly, and Nellie her small white hand over- mouth. put his “Hush!” she whispered. “You misâ€" judge him. I believe you dear Ron- ald. and, when my father knows you .bettcr, he will do‘the same.” She would have said more, but her father interrupted her. “Nellie,” he said pcremptorily, "go to your roam! I will deal with this â€"gentlcmanl ’ ’ . _ There was mocking taunt in the last word that escaped neither Ronâ€" ald nor his daughter. For a mom- ent Nellie stood still. Then she'liftâ€" ed her skirt with one white hand, and, with head erect and blazing eyes, turned to go. Ronald sprang to open the door, and she greeted him with a radiant smile. _ “Always, always!" she whispered, and swept out of the room. _ Ronald closed the door after her and walked back to the centre of the ’ room. “Now, then,” said Richard 'Arkâ€" wright bluntly, "let us make an end of this business. You have asked me for my daughter. I would rather see her dead than as the wife of a convicted felon. Do you understand me?” Ronald bowed. The hot blood was surging to his temples, but he kept himself under control. I “Quito!” he said coolly. “But I shall not relinquish my pursuit of this object, Mr. Arkwright. Your daugh- ter is of age and can act for herself, and, if she stands by you for a while, I can wait. 'And I will wait â€"five, ‘ten, fifteen, twenty years, if necessaryâ€"but I shall not abandon the hope of my life!” There was a. bright light in his dark eyes as they 100kcd fearlessly into the face of the detective. For a moment the latter regarded him in amazement. _ _ _ “By Heaven,” he said at length, “you have your share of effrontery, my man! But you'll grow tired sooner than you anticipate; while, as for my daughter, she has been too well schooled in obedience to act contrary to my commands." Ronald smiledk 4 ' “You may have never heard of the power of love," he said coolly. “Obedience is not or‘.0_of the first forces in life. Some day you may realize this. ‘And, in the meantime, permit me to wish you good evenâ€" m ." - file bowed stifily, and going to the door, let himself out. When he was gone, Richard Arkwright sat .down again in the chair from which he had risen. “I could almost have believed him, too!" he said to himself. “The fol- low's eyes were as clear and steady as my own. 'And when he dared me, he seemed a bigger man than I. By Jove! I almost admired him for what I termed his efirontery! I won- derâ€" But that’s absurd! A British jury is not a. pack of idiots, and the 0Vidence was incontcstible. The 'man’s guilty, right enough, and Nel- lio must forget him as soon as she H! can. So he dismissed the subject from his mind. But, though the days sped into weeks, and the weeks into months, Nellie did not forget the man to whom she had given all the wealth 0f love in her heart. _ Her face grew pale, her eyes brighter, and she lost all her former interest in life. The songs that had once been constantly on her red lips were never heard now. She had rcceivgd but one letter from Ronald since his interview with her father. In it he told her that he was very busy with his work, to which he was devoting himself with renewed energy. He was an author, writing always under a .nom de plume, and his literary genius _was rapidly bringing him to the front. He told her, further, that the dark secret attending his early life had bemme so insupportable because. of the barrier it created between them, that he had resolved to clear up. the mystery by hook or by crook. To this end he was devoting both time and money to the discovery of the'real perpetrator of the crime of which he had been accused god for which he had unjustly suffered. By this means only, he said, could he reasonably hope to establish his in- noccncc. Finally, he would not write again. Her father had forbidden it, and for the present, at least, he would not thereby add to the humiliations she must endure. But he was, she knew, just the same as ever. 4 Day after day Nellie Arkwright waited for the glad news that would restore her lover to the place she desired for him in her father's heart. But it did not come. He was work- ing hard to bring it about, she well knew ,but the task was not an easy one. Seven years had gone by since that darkest day in his past history, and all his efiorts . seemed wholly futile. He was slowly ing the golden ladder of Fame, and With his increasing popularity came an increasing danger of his identity being discovered with that other Ronald Haldane who stood, a con- victed felon, in the dock of a great court and heard the dread sentence of two years' penal servitude passed upon him. He had begun life in a large mercial house as a junior Clel‘k- His progress had been rapid. and he had been promoted above the heads of several of his seniors. _ Such promotion too gives rise to the bitterest envy, and young Hal- dane found his own case no excep- tion to the rule. He was shunned and ostracised by his fellow clerks, studiously left out of their conversa- lions and discussions, and made to feel that he was not one of them. But he paid no heed to the matter, though he felt the slight keenly, deeming it best to live it down with the quiet demeanour of respecting manhOod. 'AllA too late he learnt to what depths the human heart will sink to grasp the empty bubble we call re- venge. It was Ronald’s duty to keep the cheque-book of the 'firm under lock and key. One dayâ€"a day he would never forgetâ€"he was summoned into the private office of his employers to find them closeted with a man he did not then know, but whom he knew now as Detective Arkwright. To his utter amazement. a cheque washcld before his eyes and he was asked if he could account for it. It was filled in in his own handwriting, the signature Was a forgery, and the cheque had been torn from the book in his charge. His own handwriting! Yes, it was his, and yet not his, for he had filled in no such cheque. He could only look from one to the other in helpless amazement. The power of speech seemed momentarily to have forsaken him. And then his books Wore placed before him, and, to his astonishment, he found falsifiâ€" cations of Which he had been wholly unconscious the day before. He had left the office earlier than some of the rest the previous even- ing, but this thought never evcn ocâ€" curred to him. He was too bewilâ€" dered to think, and marched like a man in a dream to the district police station, where he was formally charged. And then had come his first hearing, his remand and lastly his final trial. but steahily mount- com- selfâ€" stood silent for some time. Then Ronald, who had been closely study- in the face of the old detective, as cd suddenly : "Mr. Arkwright, surely you have not discovered anything bearing on my case?" “Did you know anyone by the name of George Thorold?” he asked. Ronald started. “Yes,” he said eagerly. “He was a, fellow clerk of mine. He never liked me, and, truth to tell, I reâ€" turned the compliment.”_ ‘ "Just so," said the detective. “Well, for the past three weeks I have been hunting down a man who has committed some of the most clever and daring forgerics of the century. Two days ago I captured him, and his name is George Thor- old." He paused and looked kindly at the young man before him. "Yesterday," he went on, “the magistrates granted a remand, and he was conveyed to prison. In the afternoon he asked to be permitted to write a. statement, and pen, ink, and paper were accordingly taken to his cell. He was all right when the warderslooked in last night, but this morning he was found in a dying condition, owing to a dose of poison which, in spite of the vigilance of the prison authorities, he had conâ€" trived to retain on his person. "The sheet of paper was covered with’ writing, and the confession it contains not only bears upon the present case, but also completely clears you, Ronald Haldane, of the dishonor and shame which have been yours for eight long years. The man was not dead, and the state- ment was read over to him in the presence of witnesses, who afterâ€" wards aflixcd their signatures to the document. You can read if for your- self.” He held the paper out to Ronald, who took it dazedly and read it through. - “Thank God it has come at last!” he exclaimed fervently. “And now,” said the detective, “I have to ask your pardon for my treatment of you a year ago. An old man like I am should have; learnt enough of this world’s doings to know that even the smartest of men cannot judge by appearances. I have done you a. wrong, and it is now my duty to make atonement for that, wrong.- I trust you will be amply satisfied with that atonement.” Without another word he left the room, closing the door softly be- hind him. For a moment Ronald and Nellie stood facing each other, Then Nellie dropped her eyes deâ€" Even ho, innocent though he knew lniul‘ely. himself to be, was staggered by the mass of evidence him, and the sentence had struck “I suppose I am the atonement,” brought against she said. ‘And Ronald supposed so, too. Or him like a blow, to send him reeling at least, he acted as though he did, down the steps that led (lock to the vault below. How he ghad lived through those two years he did not know. When he once more_ returned to the great world outside he found his commer- cial career closed. to him for over. Then he had sat down one day to write a story, based on his own ex- periences, and the editor to whom he submittcd it wrote to him for more. That was how it had begun. Genius, dormant so long, was as- setting itself now, and Ronald Hal- dane was a rising man in his profesâ€" sion. But that heavy, dark cloud still hung over his head, and he longed to sweep it away for ever. So he waited, and hoped, and workâ€" gddto bring it about. But he never 1 .‘ Fate, or pcrchance a higher power than Fate, had destined that this task should fall into the hands of another, and that other the man he least expected. Richard Arkwright sat at his little study table and glanced for the twenâ€" tieth time at a long blue foolscap sheet that lay thereon. Presently he went to the door and called his daughter. When she entered the room, he was again in his seat by the table. He looked up as she came in and smiled. “Nellie,” he said, "come and your old father, dear.” She went quickly over to him, and, putting her arms about his neck, kissed him tenderly. “That's right," he said huskily. “Now, I'm going to ask you a ques- tion. Do you know where Ronald Haldane is?" . The girl started, flushed painfully, and stood erect. “No,” she said, with just the least suspicion of hesitancy. The detective regarded hcr keenly. “But you could find himâ€"eh?" he asked with a twinkle. Nellie's color had left her now and she was very white. “Iâ€"I don't know, “Why, father?” “Because I want him." ‘ ‘Youâ€"wautâ€"him ! ’ ' She rather than spoke the words. kiss 1! she faltcrcd. gasped “Yes, I want him. I’d rather you went than I.’ Take a hansom at the corner and see if you can find him, and if so, bring him back with youâ€"that is," he added smiling, if he wants to come, of course." “Oh, daddy!" But her father moâ€" tioned her away, and she sped upâ€" stairs like a. bird suddenly freed from long imprisonment. Richard Arkwright got up from his chair and began rapidly pacing the floor of the room. In less than an hour he heard the stopping of a hanâ€" som outside, and a moment later his daughter Nellie and Ronald Haldane we're in the room. Richard Ark- wright held out his hand. Ronald hesitgtcd. ‘ ' _“Do you still regard it as hand of a criminal?" he asked. “No.” ' The two men grasped hands and clist sud-don sound immediately the machine gono Causes the waves, in the air, which, though in- tographed. them. when an express train flies bells, from the â€"Penrson’s Weekly. -+ HOW WE HEAR. Some Curious Facts About Waves of Sound. Have you noticed how the sound of .a bell suddenly changes as a cy- swiftly passes? There is a. drop in the pitch of the has A bell, when sounding, formation of pulses, or by. visible to the eye, have yet been phoâ€" "l‘hcse waves are not at all small, those produced by a shrill bell being about a, foot in length. They are quite easy to measure, and a very great deal is known about Those who have noticed the drop in pitch of a locomotive whistle through a station will have a clear idea as to the actual change in the note. by whistles or or any musical instrument, rush through the air at a rate of about 700 miles per hour, and, in ll’aves produced spite of this great speed, fall gently on the ear. The pitch of the note heard is described by the number of waves which reach the car per secâ€" ond. Some curious results might arise from this kind of phenomenon. Sup~ pose a, band to be playing and a perâ€" son hastening rate of 760 miles per hour, then with the note he hears as he starts ring- away from it at the ing in his cars, he flies on, and hears no more so longr as he Keeps up his pace. band, at this mediater rises his rate hour, band has already sent in the opposite direction. and backwards. Should he move towards the rate, every note im- one octave; while if becomes 1,520 miles per he overtakes the waves the tune then hears the .â€".â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"+ A DIFFERENT PROPOSITION. Mother (noticing cut on. young hopeful’s face)â€"“Tommy, didn’t I tell you not to light any more ?" Tommyâ€""1 haven’t been fighting, ma.” _ Motherâ€""But somebody struck you.” Tommyâ€"“No, ma, I wasn't fightâ€" ing at all. It was an accident.” Motherâ€""An accident?" Tommyâ€"“Yes, um. I was on Johnny Ginger, and I forgot to hold his feet.” A CASE OF NECESSITY. “My small boy son," who was digging, “don‘t .you know' that it is a sin to dig on Sunday except in casa of necessity?” “Yes, sir,”. replied the youngster. "Then why. don't- you stop it?” the asked the good man. “‘Cause this is a case of necessity" replied the young philosopher; “a fuller can’t fish without bait." WWWâ€"m sitting .thank you, we like said the parson tout. “7“ WW INDIA’S nun". Slum HIGH PAID ‘38 British Officials in the Arc Chosen With Care. East The civil service of India and 0th. British provinces in the East is a matter of national pride, and no one can study its records and its meth- ods without admitting its succesn and superiority to the ordinary 0111-- cinl administration of other Govern- ments. The reason for the character and efficiency of the oflicial stall in Egypt, India, Burma, Ceylon, the Straits Settlements, the Malay Fodâ€" eration, Hong Kong and other Brit- ish provinces in the East is easily found. The Government gets good men because it offers suitable induceâ€" ments, permanent positions at large salaries, rapid promotion for merit, with liberal leaves of absence and pensions upon retirement at the ter- mination of certain periods of serâ€" vice. ’ Lieutenantâ€"Governors in India re- ceive $38,800 a year, and secretaries or heads of bureaus in the Provinces are paid $12,500. Members of the Boards of Revenue in India receive $15,000 a year, 'All magistrates of the first-class throughout the Em- pire are paid $10,000 a year, which is, the minimum of the judiciary. District and session judges receive from that amount to $15,000 a year. according to their length of service and importance of the circuit OVER WHICH THEY PRESIDE. In Burma, where official responsi- bilities and duties are as light as in. any other country of the world, and where the population is only 7,605,- 560, the Governor receives $38,000 a year, the chief secretary $12,500, four under secretaries $8,000 a,year each, the finance officer or treasurer $14,500, disbursing officer $11,500, commissioners, who are local execu- tives in charge of districts, $12,500 each, and a commissioner of Agricul- ture $11,500. All of the gentlemen now occupying these positions and drawing these salaries, excepting the judges, began at the bottom of the ladder. They entered the public service in the Indian colonies before they were 25 years old after passingltwo examinaâ€" tions, thc‘seconvd occurring after one year of probation, in which their administrative qualities and adapta- bility had been fairly tested, and the record they made during that first year counted so many numbers in their total standing. They have been compelled to submit to similar examinations at every promotion since, and have worked their way up by merit without political influ- ence, although, as is always the case, the personal equation entered into every calculation. A good many weak ones drop out by the wayside. The civil service in the East Indies is a survival of the fittest; and you may be sure that‘s. man who survives all of the tests and conditions incident to advance- ment is made of good stuff. 'At the same time, when he enters the ser- vice he knows that nobody but a better man can get ahead of him; he is sure that he WILL NOT BE DISPLACED by the favorite of some member of Parliament, and that every time a vacancy occurs he stands an equal chance of promotion with everybody else of his rank. He knows, too, that his employment is permanent upon good behavior, and, that, after twenty-four years of service, he will be entitled to a pension if he desires to retire. These pensions vary from $360 to $1,080 a year, according to the rank of the official, and they have the privilege of commuting theN and receiving a. stated amount of cash, which is calculated by an actuary on the same basis as is a life insurance premium. But, if a pensioner accepts any other office or receives any other cmolument from the Government the amount of his pension must be deducted. The British Government-gich pens sions to both' its civil and military officers upon retirement for age or disability, but requires both to pro- vide for their wives and children af- ter death by a form of compulsory insurance. The details may be found at length in the army regula- tions. Similar regulations prevail in all the European countries. Every officer who enters themilital‘y ser- vice, if he be married, must, as a condition of his appointment, pay into the treasury a stated sum for his wife and for each .of his children. This sum varies according to his age and is based upon the some ris‘ts as life insurance premiums. Every time he. is promoted and upon the birth of every child his premium, or “contribution,” as it is called, is inâ€" creased and each officer, both mar- ricd or unmarried. must submit to a monthly deduction from his pay for insurance purposes. _._.+â€"_ M.â€" Rector’s Wife (to villager)â€"â€"â€"“l\'cll, Tompkins, I hope you like the new curate." 'l‘oiiipl<iiis-â€"“'ch, ma'am‘, him very wellâ€"â€" (pausc)â€"â€"but I don’t think he's as fluent as we.had a right to expect, seeing as his father was a hauctionâ€" CCl". v~â€".â€"- “I don’t want to be too easily won," she said.- “Naturally,” ho Concedcd. “So, if I say ‘No' now,” she went on anxiously, "Tm? won't got cross about if and never ask me iagain, will you?"