cheek. With an exclamation she quickly brushed it away. The steady tramp, tramp, tramp ceased; she heard the officer coming down the ladder, and drew back against the cabin-for she was afraid that he might wonder at her being there at that hour, and stop to speak.

"What's this?" It was not the officer's voice. "Why aren't you in bed?" Farrell pulled one cold hand from its big pocket. "It's too damp out here, there's a fog coming up-"

"I couldn't stand it in my room, it's hot," the girl muttered.

Be

"But you're shivering now with the dampness. I beg you to go to bed. sides you ought not to be out here. very late."

It's

"You may go on. I am going to stay out a little longer."

"I know-" Farrell put the hand back in the pocket-"But I shall go on when you do. If you are going to stay here, I'm going to find some rugs for you."

She felt tempted to run, but stood motionless until he returned and pulled up a steamer chair.

"At least sit down," he said coldly. "Almost every one's gone below. You'll be undisturbed. Let me make you comfortable and you can go to sleep. I'll smoke a bit, and keep watch."

"I don't want you to sit down-I'm not cold-nor sleepy-and I don't need you to keep watch." Another tear rolled down her cheek and this one she did not brush away.

"Oh, very well." He was not going to argue with her. He threw the rugs down and pulled out his pipe, filled it and struck a match which went out. He struck another and by its light saw her face distinctly, and noticed the wet path of the last tear.

Farrell smoked on in silence, walking back and forth far from her. The wind freshened and the mist turned into a drizzling rain.

"It's a nasty night we're having," he remarked as he walked by. There was

no answer.

"Mr. Farrell," she finally faltered. "Well;" he knocked the ashes from his pipe and went to her.

"You know the phosphorescence was really very pretty-"

"Doubtless," he acquiesced with a tinge of sarcasm in his tone.

"And I was listening. I heard all you said-"

"Yes, I am content. You wanted to stop me, and you did effectually, the phosphorescence idea was a good one-" "You need not be so sarcastic-"

"No, not now. The hour permits pain talk. We've only a little while left. I understand, little girl. You feel sorry for me, you've worried over it all, my words and your carelessness. You've made yourself wretched and come out here, because-well, that wretchedness drove you out. And now, because I happened down that gangway and stumbled against you, your heart has softened; you are moved by pity to try and patch over what you said. It's all fair; I'm afraid I'm a bit off tonight.

She pulled her hands out of her ulster. The wind was driving the rain in her face.

"Oh, you are so certain about all that, that I suppose you are right. I guess you are- -" but her voice quivered a lit

tle.

He was looking away and could not see her face. He scarcely heard her words.

"Yes, you're pitying me and I thank you for even the pity. Now that that has been given, hadn't you better go below, for it's raining pretty hard."

"Yes, I'll go below."

She walked straight toward the cabin door. At the threshold she paused. The smile on her face as she turned to him was sweet, though it only trembled there an instant.

'Ships that pass in the night,' you know-"

He closed his fingers over the hand resting on the door frame.

"And speak each other in passing,' he took up the words, "only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness'; good night, little one. We'll reach Sandy Hook by noontime."

There was a great deal of bustle aboard the next morning. Miss Fay was

very busy. She spent almost the entire time in packing. When she came on deck Lincoln and others were waiting for her. Farrell was not in evidence; but when the customs officer boarded the ship, he appeared.

"I'll see that your luggage is attended to," he said and walked away. Lincoln, standing close at hand, muttered something under his breath about a sullen fool.

The girl saw scarcely anything of Farrell until the steamer had reached her dock and the passengers were leaning far over the rail and shouting wildly to the people standing below. She stood a little apart.

"Then you have no friends waiting for you?" Farrell asked, as he joined her.

"No, no one knew Aunt Mary was going to send me home on this boat. And I had no time to write, you know. How happy the people all are. Shall you go directly to the West? I think you told me that you intended to do so."

"I might as well. My playtime's over. And you?"

"Oh, I am going to my cousin's in the city. I wish you were to stop over." Farrell laughed. "How formal we are growing," he muttered.

"I want to thank you for all you have done for me, and Aunt Mary will thank you when she returns," then she ventured, "I shall stay at my cousin's until I hear from uncle,-and-why, I don't believe you are interested at all!"

"I was thinking of something else; of that day on the Rhine when you laughed at my ideas of love and all that, and said you should never marry until you had had all your play out-"

"I meant it," Miss Fay colored a little. "You remember everything, don't you?"

"Yes, about you. Well, I'll give you five more years to play, then you'll be serious and someone else will be with you then, while I'm plugging away on a Western newspaper."

Miss Fay looked at him intently. "Do you mean that? Five years is a long while, and much may happen in that time; the West is a long way off, and memory softens everything."

"I should like to see you five years

from now," he touched her arm. In the excitement no one was noticing them.

"You may," she half smiled, but there was a wistful look in her eyes. "You have my address, and I have yours."

"We'll call that a bargain, little girl. That will be something. Come, they're lowering the gang plank."

"Well, it's over. I hate to say goodbye," she said as Lincoln joined them, his face flushed with excitement. He had found scores of friends awaiting him.

The girl was tired when she reached. her cousin's, and she excused herself early in the evening. Sitting in her open window she listened to the distant roar of the city and watched the glowing, flickering lights. After a little she took some note paper from her suit-case.

"I'll just write a line or two," she thought. "I don't believe I thanked him."

She commenced to write almost unconsciously. It was as if her pen was forming the simple sentences.

"I'm lonely tonight; I want the old way back again, for the restlessness has come. You didn't understand why I went out on deck last night, nor did I understand myself when I went, but now I know and I shall tell you. I cannot be happy until-”

She put her pen down suddenly, watching the lights twinkle and glimmer in the distance. Then she picked up the sheet of paper and kissed it.

"He said it was all right. Perhaps I misunderstood him, who knows." She drew her finger across the words she had written and then tore the note into small bits.

John Farrell took a sudden leave of absence one September and went East. He made no explanation and his staff was a little at a loss to understand his action, but they went on working without him.

He stopped in New York a day, then went on to Springfield, where he put up at a hotel for the night. He was well known, the West could not claim his literary work, and he met many acquaint

ances.

After a hurried breakfast he called a carriage. Some one at the desk asked him if he was in Springfield on business. He did not answer for a moment, but looked nervous and worried.

"No," he replied shortly, and walked away.

"Acts odd," said the questioner as he turned to a companion. "These literary chaps are queer customers."

It was cold for September and Farrell found himself shivering. He gave a card to the driver and stepped into the carriage, staring hard at the end of his cane. He seemed to ride for hours and he started as the driver pulled up before a roomy, old-fashioned house. Windows and doors were thrown wide open; there was a bustle of preparation about the entire place. He stopped unconsciously to pick a flower from one of the beds and put it in his buttonhole. Then he rang the bell but it seemed a very long time before the little maid appeared.

"Does Miss Fay live here?" he asked. The maid twisted her apron in a quandary until an old woman appeared.

"Come in, come in, the latter urged. "Miss Fay? Yes, but bless you, she's not here now, we're just getting the house ready for her. They're coming back the latter part of the week."

Farrell followed her into the old-fashioned library. "Oh, they're coming back," he repeated with curious empha

sis.

"Yes, bless her heart. I was the child's nurse when she was a baby," she explained. "Yes, they're coming back," and she bustled around the room arrang

ing the chairs, "they've been in Europe, you know, all summer-'

Farrell sat down. "Oh, yes, they've been in Europe. May I write a note at this desk?" He opened it without waiting for permission. His eye first fell on a photograph. He recognized it. It was Lincoln.

"And-is-this her husband?" he asked slowly.

"Yes, an' sure he's not good enough for the child. I'm thinking that she didn't love him overmuch."

Farrell had commenced to write. There were only a few lines. It was more of a scrawl.

"So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and voice, then darkness again and a silence!" -John Farrell.

His hand trembled a little as he signed his name.

"Will you give that to Miss-Mrs. Lincoln, tell her I called, here is my card. And-" he did not finish, but turned away. At the door he stopped.

"Be good to her," he said thickly.

The old nurse stood irresolute with the note in her hand. She stopped him. "Are you well, sir?" she asked, timidly.

"Perfectly." He smiled and nodded, but his white face belied his words.

"Something's wrong with him," she muttered. Standing in the doorway she watched him as he entered the carriage and rolled away. He had dropped his head on his hand. The woman did not understand, but she felt it all. "Poor man," she sighed, as the carriage was lost in the street's busy throng, "poor Martial de Beauford.

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The remarkable success of the College of Agriculture of the University of Wisconsin in helping the farmers of the state with the solution of their practical problems has led President Van Hise and the university regents to extend the same methods of instruction to the man in the shop, the clerk, the bookkeeper,

the housekeeper, the teacher, and wageearners of every class who are unable to attend college, so that they may increase their practical knowledge and their opportunities for advancement.

This extension work of the university will be done through correspondence courses, which will be simple and prac

tical, and will be given at a cost so low as to cover only the expense of maintenance. It is planned to have these correspondence courses fit into the regular courses of the university in such a way as to inspire young men and women with an ambition to continue study at Madison and fit themselves for higher positions.

The schedule arranged for this work has been planned with a view to meeting, as far as possible, all demands that may be made upon the department. Courses in mathematics, languages, history, English literature, politics and economics, education and philosophy, business methods and engineering will be included. Of special interest to public officials, in both municipal and rural districts, is the course on highway construction to be given by W. Ŏ. Hotchkiss of the geology department of the university, who has been making making special investigations throughout the state this summer regarding the construction and maintenance of good roads. His course includes a consideration of both country roads and city streets, their construction, drainage, bridges, culverts, and a detailed study of the merits of various paving materials.

Fifteen courses in business administration are offered by the department of political economy. These include subjects fundamental in all business activities-courses in business forms, correspondence, organization and management, bookkeeping, commercial, financial and factory accounting, with a study of the cost of production, office appliances and systems, advertising, salesmanship, buying, credits and collections, financial operations and a general course on the practical problems of business management. Every one of the thirty students who was graduated from the regular university course in business administration last June obtained a good position before receiving his diploma, and large business houses sent more requests for such graduates than could be met.

The department of political economy

has prepared three courses, each of forty weekly lessons, including the elements of political economy, transportation and the labor movement and socialism. The first course will give a general survey of the fundamental principles, with a discussion of leading economic problems, such as trusts, taxation, trades unions, railroads, money and banking. In the second course the relation of railroads to other branches of industrial life will be considered, with the growth of the present system, combinations, rates and fares, discriminations and public regulation. Considerable attention will be given state and federal legislation and recent court decisions on railroad questions. The growth, policies and methods of labor organizations, the conditions of employment, the trend of wages, public activity in behalf of the workers, and, finally, the significance of the socialist's appeal to the laboring classes, are to be considered in the third course.

The elements of political science will be treated in five courses. One course will devote twenty weeks to the organization, methods and present-day problems of national government, and a similar time to American states and municipalities and their problems. A second course will treat of the law of journalism and business; a third of legislatures and political parties; a fourth of American diplomacy and world politics, and a fifth with constitutional and institutional law.

All courses will be so related and adjusted as to meet the need of the individual worker, and the instructors at Madison will give personal attention to each student in a way that is not always possible in large classes in an institution. Each student will be assisted in finding the course best suited to his needs. The local centers for the work will generally be in the libraries and schools of the various communities, and when possible students will be gathered there by the teachers and study leaders. for conference and discussion.

The trustees of the Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching unanimously voted, at their annual meeting in New York, to refer to their executive committee an appeal from State and land grant universities and colleges. for participation in the benefits of the foundation. Discussion of the appeal took up almost the entire session. President Henry S. Pritchett presided. Mr. Carnegie's gift is devoted primarily to the pensioning of university and college. professors after long and faithful service. All of the trustees, twenty-five in number, were re-elected, headed by the following: President Charles W. Eliot, Harvard, chairman; President David Starr Jordan, Leland University, vice chairman; Charles F. Thwing, Western Reserve University, secretary.

French statistics show the expenses of the various European States for the education of their subjects. In Germany there is one school to every 700 inhabitants, and on an average 100 children attend one school. The expense amounts to 38.25 cents a head of population. In France there is a school to every 500 inhabitants, a schol is attended by sixtysix children, and every Frenchman contributes 29.5 cents to the expenditure. In Italy, where there is a school to every 600 inhabitants, a school is visited by fifty-six children and a pupil costs 16.75

cents.

A joint convention of six educational and scientific organizations of national importance was held in Baton Rouge, La., in November. It was the first time that any one of these bodies has met in convention in a far Southern state. The organizations represented were the American Association of Farmers' Institutes, the National Association of President of State Universities, the National Association of Presidents of Agricultural Colleges, the National Association of State Experiment Associations,

the American Association for Promotion of Agricultural Science, and the Association of Southern Entomologists.

Superintendent of Schools Elson of Cleveland, O., has introduced a new course of study for pupils in schools of the elementary grade. The children are to be taught just what are the duties of the mayor, the city council, the police department, the board of health, and so on. These are things that coming citizens need to know about, and an early start is desirable. "Such a course," says Mr. Elson, "should be particularly valuable in a city like Cleveland, where there is a large foreign element."

Schoolboys in old England took to Latin and Greek at an early age. At St. Savior's Grammar School, Southwick, in 1611, a pupil of seven years and three months was admitted as an ordinary occurrence, who signed his form of admission, stating himself to be "reading and learning in the Accidence, and entering into Propria quæ Mariubs, etc.; and also Tully, his second epistle, among those gathered by Sternius, and Corderius's dialogs, etc." The hours of study were long, too. An old record says that from March till September "the child is to come at six in the morning and be at school till eleven. Again at one and tarry till six; the rest of the year he is to begin in the morning at seven and leave at five in the afternoon. The maister shall not give leave to play but once a week."

The first number of the "American Political Science Review" appeared in November. The magazine is edited by Professor W. W. Willoughby of Johns Hopkins university and is published by the American political science association which was formed about a year ago. The political science association is the last of five national societies of a similar nature to organize, the others being the Ameri