some capacity?"

"Yes, as master of the house."

"You don't mean it?"

"I certainly do. He owns it, and made every
cent of the money that paid for it!" said the Major
proudly. "That's why I wanted you particularly
to note that 'eminent characteristic' I spoke of.
Tommy could just as well be sitting, with a fine
cigar, on the front piazza in an easy chair, as, with
his dhudeen, on the back porch, on an empty box,
where every night you'll find him. It's the
unconscious dropping back into the old ways of his
father, and his father's father, and his father's
father's father. In brief, he sits there the poor
lorn symbol of the long oppression of his race."




MRS. MILLER

JOHN B. McKINNEY, Attorney and Counselor
at Law, as his sign read, was, for many reasons,
a fortunate man. For many other reasons he was
not. He was chiefly fortunate in being, as certain
opponents often strove witheringly to designate
him, "the son of his father," since that sound old