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One division of this Congress repre- the executive, the legislative and the judisents millions of citizens; the other divi- ciary. Should the executive act illegally, sion represents about half a hundred the judiciary will intervene; yet the judiGovernors of States. The theory of this ciary is powerless to act save through the is, that the people, by virtue of their Con- instrumentality of the executive. When stitution, place a Senatorial check upon the legislative has published a law, a lawtheir own representative wishes.

breaker may appeal to the judiciary to deAlso, every city makes its own laws, termine the lawfulness thereof. and every county makes laws for all cities Since the Government is an expression within it, and every State makes laws for of the will of the majority, therefore the all the cities and counties within it; and executive, the legislative and the judiciary the nation, for every city and county and endeavor to act complacently therewith. State within itself.

But this is difficult, because no one knows No city or county or State, nor any who the majority are, where they are, nor number of them, may withdraw from the what they desire. union.

The majority does not know itself unEvery citizen is a sovereign, because til after the votes are counted. there is no sovereign in the country. The majority might favor legislation

The sovereignty rests in all the people; evil and oppressive unto the minority; which is the wherefore that each and but in this regard a peculiar condition exevery one is a sovereign.

ists. The majority of the citizens are The supreme law of the Federation is

poor; the rich are few. And yet, so much a written constitution, which forbids honesty is manifest that the multitudimonarchical uses; yet the treaty power nous poor never make laws that are desof the President and Senate dealing with potic upon the few rich. In truth, the foreign monarchs is of equal supremacy. latter are in better circumstances here The sovereign people's House of Repre- than in monarchies; wealthier than monsentatives cannot enter into the treaty ne- archs. gotiations. The most precious possession Thus, much credit is reflected upon the is liberty, and the majority rules. Thus,

Thus, poor for not using their powers ill. the majority has the most liberty.

CHAPTER VIII. The majority of Congress is the majority of the country in representative The world is a different one from that capacity.

in which Wah-wah squatted with his pile Congress makes laws under power of of flints. Different and yet the same old the Constitution, and the Supreme Court world. It has made little if any discovhas power to declare these laws unconsti- eries below the depth of human nature tutional.

where Wah-wah stood. His meagre deIn all these matters, the people erectvelopment and sub-savage arts were all their laws over themselves. They publish consigned to the pride that led Ainu to legislation which they continually break. his cave. And all man's intellect now, his They are proud to break laws which they feats, his demonstrations and his rarities themselves have made instead of being are bundled up in the leading away of a punished by laws that a monarch might woman before the rest of his kind. But, have made.

say that we have more. We have in our These laws emanate from the wisdom hands more emblems of the infinite, more of the country at large. Congress and the tokens of heart and brain, and finer diverPresident represent this wisdom and the gencies. The sentiments we extol, and will thereof. Many of the wisest law- the customs and vanities and sincerities, givers in the country being in Congress, existed with Wah-wah, or shortly after they therefore represent the will of the less him. Our politicians grapple with greater wise. Thus, if the law-givers use any problems; to wit, the handling of greater superior wisdom which they may possess, numbers. Our priests talk to us with they do not represent the will of the peo- more subtle ideas, yet pull the veil of the ple.

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men. We have had more oratory, more be admitted that, in point of patriotism, books, prayers, miracles and dreams, we are not at the present time a nation prophecies and commentaries—above all,

We are a country. How can commentaries. Yet here is the same man we feel with that sworded patriot whose struggling for mastery among his fel- race and nation and country and city lows; his manifold pleasures merely the were all in one? He stood upon a hill and stings of a more involute desire.

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temple frieze This is not pessimism. Not one deed is to outer wall. He, when invader adversely criticised. It is but to say that threatened, grasped his buckler and cried, amid his gallery of pictures and hall of “These men are attacking me—my very inventions and panorama of power, with self. He reared a statue or smoothed out here and there a mansion of telescopes, a road and meditated, it is mine, my daily glaring, still stands the ancient man. And life; its beauty is of me. That Man is always The Man. Analyze We have many States, whose inhabitants him as you will; say that he is this and are of aforesaid every race, creed, color that, is more of one thing and less of an- and previous condition, and only one thing other; and beneath it all is the one thing in common-a flag. The colors is the only you cannot analyze, cannot fathom, can- bond of these many colors. And this was not touch, cannot see, cannot govern, and not theirs all their lives. seldom speak to the man.

In times of peace, there is no emblem of He stands now in well-fitting clothes; patriotism save that of war. And patriothis hair is exactly brushed; his linen, ism schisms up into love of State, municiwhite; and he dons his kid gloves with pal pride and street improvement coma knowing air. Perhaps he is something mittees. of an artist or sporting gentleman or has It was with such thoughts as these that a vein of cowardice, or has succeeded in Malachy Mulverhill tapped his Havana something. In his own mind he is what cigar and watched the ash fall to its rehe has never told you; that is, that which flection on a silver tray.

a silver tray. In point of you yourself are, while you wonder if color, the ash may have fallen from his others be the same.

ashen hairs, or, brightened, been the light It is because man has given names to of his eyes. His visage was what might so many new things and has a diversified be termed Greek-Irish; classic yet modern system of nomenclature for himself that —the physiognomy of his blood. he esteems himself different. Names are Near him sat his nephew, Lysander invented for inventions; and some of the Mulverhill, who was leaning over his reold implements are honored with

new flection in a long mahogany table. terms because their wooden originality was After some deliberation, Malachy Mulreplaced with gold, then with copper, verhill remarked, “I sometimes think then with iron, then with steel, and then that this country will be a stupendous with tin. Sovereigns as well as sugar- arena for the first man who understands bowls. A king may or may not be what a it.” king was; nor a sword nor a scutcheon Lysander grimaced over this proposinor a coat. Yet men use the words to tion, but gave cogitation no further explay on the same old passions amid which pression than such facial as aforesaid. those glittered.

Malachy continued: “This country For instance, there is patriotism. It could be handled as easily as a comic opera has become of little use, save for the on a stage by the right man.

If I were purposes of war. Let a hostile explo- young, I would try. sion be heard off our coasts, and there “And so would I, if I were youngerwould be the

gathering of five or six years, say; that would make sturdy spirits that ever has hurled back me about nineteen. Unfortunately, at the invader to his ships and the bloody that age, the idea did not occur. billow. And he who does not feel the flag then agitated by the American girl queswaving in his heart and the drum beating tion and took no interest in affairs of the in his blood should not be permitted to ballot." He gazed ahead or maybe into dwell in the land. Nevertheless, it must the past dreamily. “Do you think my

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complimenting Honora Faraday. “I think I shall smoke the rest of this Some weeks before, Lysander had had cigar in the presence of your father,” the same refreshing comment for her; but Malachy mused. “It is a fifty-cent ova- soon his admiration was becalmed by the tion from a very dear friend of mine; public note of her engagement to his your frivolous temperament is not con- friend, Anthony Bruges. It necessarily ducive to the full enjoyment of its deli- brought him to a reverie and conclusion cate Cuban aroma. I had wished to offer that began with “After all- In this you some advice, and

case, the "after all” took place before any"Found me unworthy?"

thing had begun. After all, a woman “Merely unprepared," replied Malachy, who would be wife of Anthony whose uncleship was as suave as his con- Bruges was not the woman to be desired. genial respect for a good cigar. Momen- This consolation did not nullify the detarily, in departing, he stood motionless mand for further solace. It was befitting in the doorway; a weakness

of his. to estimate Honora Faraday over and Malachy Mulverhill seldom left

again. A woman must be measured by without pausing to meditate the her loves and not her charms; by her acts threshold. There he would suffer a sudden instead of her hair. He returned her the thought, lift his head, and stride poten- affection he had taken in fancy, and untially away.

kissed the kisses that had not been. He Lysander looked down at the wide- transferred her to Bruges, as if she had spread polar-bear rug, with its huge head, once belonged to himself. Bruges and gleaming eyes and powerful array of teeth. Honora might be mated, but they never The head in some way reminded him of could match, it seemed. There is no egohimself; of the same seeming strength, tism like the lover's. Thus, in Lysander's but without activity. Inwardly as savage view, she receded from a woman of beauty as the bear had been, he had borne him- to woman in the abstract. The abstract self almost as actless as the rug was now. woman is always subject to criticism. A

Those that can see the soul formulating man conjures up all those witty French itself, incarnating itself and developing proverbs. For about seventy-five cents, the features, might have suspected in him one can purchase upward of two hundred a mysterious underheart of energy, an un- and fifty maxims appropriate to the rederlying voice that wanted to roar. But gard of a disgruntled lover. Woman, ever withal he had been modern and ethical, exacting, never exact, is the burden of docile, half-imaginative of his own latent their style. The disappointed one beheld desires. Seated on the shimmering up- an exhibition of these in a bookshop winholstery of wealth or a pace below the high dow, but did not push his researches in windows of commercialism, he had lightly the feminine mind by their means. suppressed the infernal growl of the sav- Anthony Bruges was popular, influenage. Yet even the passing critic might tial, handsome, and Lysander himself had have remarked that behind that counte- extended him some degree of friendship. nance had been more than one baleful mo- He had followed, feasted, laughed and ment, and more than one abhorrent glance sported with Bruges. At that period at the artifice of things. No impotent there had been no occasion for elevating melancholy was there, but a power to re- the man to a high standard of criticism. strain without apparent effort the darker It was the comparison with Honora Farapotencies of human nature.

day that immediately caused Mulverhill With such, he was trenchant enough to to see all the contrasting hues in Bruges' possess the olden virtues, love for his kin, personality. gallantry in duty, combining a pleasant In the ordinary pleasaunces of life, voice, a kindly smile and a dignified man- Bruges could have passed mostwheres and ner.

mosttimes in the usual good-will of most It was in this amiable mood that he of his fellows. Still, in romance, the specnow went in search of his uncle to request tator has, Lysander opined, the right to that advice he had so flippantly rebuffed. expect an ideal. A love affair must be

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melodramatic; it must be uncontaminated “May I?” he redounded on the instant. with the worldly; it has rules and regula- "And yet, do you know," he added tions of its own. In marriage, woman thoughtfully, "the villain is always fancyshows her highest achievement. Selection ing himself the hero. He might think among her suitors is her broadest scope that rescuing the forlorn maiden from the for honor and perspicuity. Lysander was powers that bind her arms is but heroic a belated suitor. He had arrived upon the play; but who can wrench her from the scene a few days after the betrothal kiss. black arts that darken her mind. One is He wondered why she had not waited, hardly able to rescue a maid who is loth procrastinated, dallied, used some strategy to leave." after seeing him, Lysander, before pro- Purple on her hat seemed to illuminate claiming her until-death choice.

the black hair and fade to a lavender “And father? Is he booming ?” in shadow on her face. Dim, tawny shadows quired Malachy Mulverhill.

were in the tents of her white skirt. Care“Anthony is making an astonishing fully he noted them. fight for him," Honora replied, with a Without ado, he arose, arms folded. smile and a mimicry of enthusiasm. "Tu- "Madam,” he whispered, “permit me to multuous applause, uproarious sentiment, declare that in the privacy of my thoughts deafening cheers and all that,” says An- I have been standing as Anthony Bruges' thony, "are about to be.”

rival.” Love scowled on his features. "Lysander,” said the gray Mulverhill, She arose gaily. “I should not think “is it not time that you become tumul- you would have told me this." tuous, uproarious and deafening in Mr. There was no doubt as to his manner. Faraday's cause? Consider how delight. He was not burlesquing the fairy-tale. He ful the obligations involving Miss Fara- was blushingly in earnest. day if you should help instate her father “We may meet frequently,” he resumed. at the White House."

You are warned.” "Miss Faraday has consolidated all ob- She glanced toward her mother and ligations toward her admirers," said Ly- Mrs. Mulverhill; then back to him. “I sander. "However, I am ready to assist need no warning." without reward of even one smile."

"Perhaps women—no; I shall not say She paid him in advance, somewhat ag- that.”

. gravating, and the two were soon seated "You may; one is not frank unless he beside. Within a small circle of their is entirely so.” chairs was brilliantly displayed the fact “I meant to say that perhaps some that they were seated in the metropolis of women might consider it bad art for a their country. Honora was metropolitan man to warn them. Now will you forto the last sheen of her hat.

give me for that?” “How did we come to be talking of “Forgiveness is too serious a matter to fairy tales ?” Lysander asked.

he debated between us,” she drawled mer"I think we had been discussing honor rily. and the like.”

“You are disappointed in me?” “The result was inevitable. However, “I had no sentiment that had advanced you and I are not in the one story. I met far enough to be disappointed.” Bruges the other day and enviously con- "You are depressed with something." gratulated him. It must be said, he "Scarcely. And yet I was thinkinglooked the part of a fairy-tale prince, with no; I am not as frank as you. I withthe addition of a pointed mustache. And draw the statement. You know, we are "happily ever afterwards to you, Miss Far- in politics now. '

We must be cautious." aday. I shall be a most interested reader "You mean," he suggested, “that a of the enchanted story and your happiness, beautiful woman never knows the delight absorbed in the plot as if I were a char- of friendship. It is always love, is it not? acter in it.”

From this man and that, in his eyes she “Can't you find room as a wicked giant? sees nothing but love. It is, it is wearying, You know, a tale is not complete without I admit. The beauty of friendship is not a villain.”

for beauty.”

A half hour afterwards he was up- try. With such a lineage, one would not stairs in his rooms. Honora had left a feel the weight of Bruges' coming to banquet of memories by which to stand in Honora with love in one hand and ambisentimental hunger. The lavender-shad- tion in the other; wooing the daughter owed face and white dress between black with his heart and tempting the father hair and the black velvet carpet. The hair with the hearts of his fellow-citizens. Ly-Bruges had kissed it, doubtlessly. Those sander was not addicted to the seeking of eyes; they had bedewed with love for Bru- honors nor the begrudging them to others. ges. The mouth had felt his mouth. The He could have borne a hero on his shoullong but not prominent nose well nigh as ders as a prank and blithely held the joke deep at the brows as at the base was too to be on the hero. rare for Bruges' appraising. The affair was He might study politics as Malachy had incomprehensible. She was incomparable; advised. Verily, he must do something. Bruges one of many. “The girl is mad," At one time he might have entered West the lover should mutter. “No, woman's Point; but practicing the arts of war in beauty is merely an accident of form and peaceful times was like learning football color. In our transports it seems to mean from a book. Politics, though, would be something. That is what mystifies. We a capital experience, one that was in the are puzzled by that which she seems and manner of his family. It was, moreover, then seems not. Were she honest, she a duty he owed the country from which would not seem, but be. And yet, she the family drew revenue. must mean something. Nature would not It would not be difficult for him. Nothlet such imperial complexion go to waste ing was. That was his quarrel with life: on nothing of within. A month ago, and it would not quarrel with him. And now, I was proud to think it meant she was in Honora he had the difficulty he had almine.”

ways sought. Strange to relate, he did He roamed to his rear room, which in- pot esteem it. In truth, from the first dicated the mingling of his tastes in that moment of meeting, he had felt absolutely it contained a piano and a punching bag. assured of her. She had been momenThe piano had been purchased as a place tarily delightful. When she thwarted the to lay the banjo; on the latter his reper- delight, he was more bewildered than tory was three airs; on the piano, five. pained. But the pain was to come. With the punching bag he was more pro- It came the more each day. Every move ficient, and was a master of its various of his mind sunk him deeper in the quickrhythms.

sands. Now and then he disjoined her Now, with one hand atop of the piano from his thoughts altogether. She and the other holding the chandelier, he turned with more fascination than ever. dominated the room, in meditation. The worst of it was, he oft pictured her

Perhaps Honora's marriage was politi- as side by side with himself, and could cal. Bruges was not only a millionaire think of no man and woman more picbut a politician. It was not sweet to think turesque or mateable. of the matter in this way.

Besides, in her countenance was that Peradventure, Lysander would go into which was mystic and perplexing. In politics himself. Jonathan Andrew Far- spite of her soft loveliness, her eyes had aday as president of his country. The a barbaric gloom that sent his fancy thought caused him no deeper concern. searching back into the unsearchable past. The Mulverhills were of an old Irish fam- Once he heard her sing. Her voice was ily, connected with antiquity by a few as of a woman heard from some moonlit legends. A president's four-year suprem- ruin in the distance. It was like a weird acy was not to be viewed as an excellent calling. It seemed that the weirdness honor when poised against a proud ances- was especially directed to him.

(To be Continued.)

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