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a desirable and picturesque singleness of
impression. It is greatly to the credit of
the consulting architects that they do not
in any way counsel the adoption of scheme
" B/' but rather the simple, scrupulous
propriety of the plan previously discussed.
There being no possible means of ob-
taining sufficient space for committee-
rooms and offices in the Capitol proper
without injury to the character and com-
position of the building, the decision to
erect separate structures was inevitable.
Pursuant to the original requirements
of the quadrangle, as previously noted,
two entirely new buildings, one for the

Work has already begim on the House
office-building, and its progress will be
watched with increasing interest, for it
marks the first step in the creation of the
new Capitol— the Capitol which will not
be a single isolated structure, but a comi-
posite group of buildings.

In their report to the Joint Commission
the consulting architects make a number
of minor though advisable recommenda-
tions, all of which have been approved and
now await the action of Congress. The
refacing of the older portions of the Capi-
tol in marble, to correspond with the
wings, has already been mentioned, and


Senate and one for the House, will shortly
flank the large inner court. These build-
ings, duplicate in appearance and in di-
mensions, will form great colonnades, in
each case about five hundred feet long,
fronting on the quadrangle. Lower not
only in themselves, but being on land ten
feet lower than the Capitol, they can
hardly fail to enhance the impressive con-
formity of the general effect. Mr. Carrere
for the Senate building, and Mr. Hastings
for that of the House, have agreed in
choosing the Doric order as being less
ornate than the Corinthian, which has
been so freely employed in the Capitol
both on the first floor and in the dome.
The buildings will contain respectively an
office for each congressman and two offices
for each senator, besides large caucus-
chambers, as well as dining-rooms and
other agreeable and convenient features.

should be undertaken at the first favorable
opportunity. On stud)ring the eastern
facade, it is apparent to the most casual
amateur that there is no sculptural group
in the pediment of the House wing to
balance that now adorning the pediment
of the Senate wing. This should of course
be supplied ; and while it must be similar
to its predecessor in size, character, and
finish, it is to be hoped that it may prove
less platitudinous in sentiment. The sug-
gestion for replacing the present blue-stone
steps on the west front of the Capitol with
steps of white marble is neither costly nor
arduous, and would add sensibly to the
reposeful uniformity of the approach.

It is not the contention even of enthu-
siasts that the Capitol is, or ever will be, a
complete and perfect whole. There is little
hope that it will ever be entirely finished,
and still less that it may attain perfection.

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Apropos of the dome, for instance, it may
be recalled that the rhetorical and fastid-
ious Riiskin does not admit of iron as a
constructive material, and on those grounds
inveighed disdainfully against the spire of
Rouen Cathedral. Purity and pettishness
aside, there are other reasons why the
building fails to conform with the essen-
tials of really great architecture. As far
as the interior is concerned, the situation
is an3rthing but sublime, and it is hence a
pleasure to know that Mr. Elliott Woods,
superintendent of the Capitol building and
grounds, has under advisement a proposi-
tion for the rehabilitation of the Rotunda.
Yet the faults of the Capitol appear in a
measure ine\ntable to those who know and
treasure its history. Looked at broadly.

they are not faults, but merely venerable
shortcomings incidental to growth and
development. Considering the importance
of the prospective alterations and exten-
sions, the evolution of the building seems
to have entered upon an approximately
final stage, and it is gratifying to know
that Congress, the superintendent, and the
consulting architects realize the dignity
and seriousness of the task in hand. Some-
thing of the old simplicity should guide
and chasten each effort. To this simplicity
should also be added a reverence for those
traditional ideals and aspirations which
are, happily, a country's or an individual's
most cherished heritage.

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inspiring spectacle. Grouped about the
spacious court will be five superb struc-
tures,— the Capitol on the west, the Senate
and House office buildings to the north
and south, and the Congressional Library
and its companion on the east. To the
average eye the Capitol will offer little
change; there will merely be a grateful
gain in repose and proportion. It will, as

before, continue the focal point, the key-
note of the composition. Despite its im-
mensity, there appears to be nothing that
is pompous or pretentious in the sdieme
as at present outlined.

It is but the logical fulfilment of plans,
long since formulated, which are the fit-
ting symbol of a subsequent national and
territorial expansion.



KEEL aslant, keel aslant,
I sail and sail into the west.
All day the sacred songs I chant ;

In Mecca shall my soul have rest.
In holy Mecca I will bow,

My prayers before the altar pour.
Oh, gracious monsoon, aid my vow
And speed me to the Prophet's shore !

Lone on the cliff above the sea,

When I sailed out, a chosen man.
My weeping sweetheart beckoned me

Like some sweet sprite from Jinnestan.
Sweet sprite ! I mourned for her despair.

But still must seek the blessed wage —
The snow-white fez that hadjis wear.

Returned from Mecca's pilgrimage.

Keel aslant, I sail and sail ;

The sweet rains fill my pans of clay ;
The mullet leaps the weather rail.

To feed me on my pious way.
The way is clear for me who seek

To tread the ground Mohammed trod,
To hear the chief muezzin speak.

And kneel within the mosque of God.

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Author of •• Pa Gladden "

JY daddy, Mis' Renfrew, war a
race-hoss man, too; thet air,
when he war a kid like Bru-
cey. He rid 'em till he war
too heavy, stripped clean ter
the skin ; then he got on ter the fence an'
calkilated fer outsiders. Natchully, we
war brung up sportin', bein' no detryment
ter a leddy o' balance."

The speaker was a woman, still under
thirty, who stood forth in the early April
stmshine, smiling and unembarrassed. She
had deposited a basket of freshly ironed
clothes in the back part of a Jersey wagon,
and now, at the front wheel in a friendly
attitude, was ready for a chat with her
pretty, pale employer.

Mrs. Renfrew was interested by the
bright heartiness of her tone.

** I was raised on a big stock-farm my-
self, Mrs. Goforth. Sometimes I miss the
country very much."

"Waal, it air cur'us whut luck I hev
hed thet way. I been straight eriong in
one place," beamed the owner of the two-
room log-and-frame house on the slope
behind. "Ye get out o' pinin' an' home-
sickness. I war brung up various places
'tween here an' Pond Creek, an' I don't
know no other home, ner don't wanter.
This part o' the country air truly beautiful,
hain't it. Mis' Renfrew ? "

The city woman gazed at the steep, rain-
worn hills to the right and left. Beyond
a huge shoulder lay the city. She shivered
with the thought of what the night would
be in this rock-strewn hollow.

" Is n't it lonesome sometimes ? "

" Law, no I I never hev time fer thet.

Ef ye hed ter work like I do, ye never
would hev light-weight idees. It air a
strong finish fer me when one day don't
lap over inter the next. Thet 's the good
o' work. Ye see, the Lord hez good reasons
fer all his doin's."

Her smile was so genuine, so inspiring,
that something like a pure, high wind from
the Enna meads of girlish enthusiasm swept
over Mrs. Renfrew's languid soul.

" You seem to have deep religious be-
liefs, Mrs. Goforth."

" I lays no claim ter the churchy reli-
giousness," returned the woman, quickly.
" I few times, if ever, gits ter meetin'. I
uster consider thet the church-goin' war
whut pulled one right under the wire at
the finish, but my name war whut actooally
did hold me back from committin' myself
in airly days. Now I calkilate ter place
my religious feelin's in their proper spot.
I don't calkilate ter let anything throw me
off my feet. Religion air a belongin' like
lovin' : it air better when ye don't keer ter
discuss it. But it war my name kep* me
from bein' a perfesser."

" Your name ? I do not see why."

"It makes rae feel pussonal. I never
went ter church when I would n't be
wullin' an' eager ter bet thet, eriong
with readin' an' expoundin' Scriptur', the
preacher would n't get in suthin' er ruther
erbout ' Goforth.' Them air masterful an'
commandin' words, an' soun' well ter
ruther folks. I feels like raisin' wings,
chicken-like, ready ter take p'rempt'ry
orders fer uttermos' parts, j'inin' the Salva-
tioners er missionaryin' in fureign places.
It clean onsettles me fer doin' fine fambly

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washes on Mondays an' 'rastlin' roun' fer
meals out o* next ter nothin' fer the hull

" It is a queer name, come to think of
it. I do not believe I ever heard of it be-
fore ; but it has a cheerful sound."

" Hain't it, now ? " The large brown
eyes looked up. " An' ye hain't heard the
hull o' the name, either. Merino— thet 's
my name— Merino Goforth. Itwardaddy's
ch'ice. I jist loved my daddy a leetle
more 'n ever I hev loved anything but my
one an* only. Daddy war no fav'rite o'
Luck. She clean missed him ; but he had
the dispysition of a nangel ef ye did n't
rouse him too much. He could actooally
sit down an' smoke thet peaceful when
things war at twenty-ones, let alone sixes
an' sevens, I never dare hopes ter see his
ekal. Arter he war dead, I merried Bird
Smith. Bird war no better ner no wuss 'n
common, but I got along fust-rate. I bar-
gained with him ter be known ez Goforth,
an' when Brucey came ter town I names
him Goforth straightway. Thet war lucky,
too, 'ca'se Bird got shot accidental by some
low houn's, puppose, down ter Probst's,
an* thet war the end o* his spirit. Would
ye b'lieve it. Mis' Renfrew, I never 'lowed
no courtin' roun* me fer months, even ef
every disconnected male creatur* from
Fenley Woods ter Valley Station did n't
lope up Pond Creek, whar we war livin',
right arter sun-up on Sunday? But I 'm
thet put up, Mis' Renfrew, thet I soon
shets the stable door on 'em. I took ter
the field an' showed 'em my heels, not
seein' the use, knowin' I could n't merry
with 'em all. But ter get shed of the rest,
I finally took 'DuUam Snawter. He prom-
ised me thet I should be Goforth ez be-
fore. Snawter hain't a bit high-soundin'
name, ner airy-like. So I been continooally
Goforth, ez ye kin ascertain by inquirin'
in these parts.

"But bosses? I air right ter hum on
bosses. It air in the blood, ter be shore.
My fust recall air of them blessed animiles
on the race-track, comin* lickety-spHt up
on a sunny momin', them leetle pearts
astride lookin' big enough ter me, holdin'
on, teeth sot, eyes bulgin', caps gone,
shirts a-flyin' sometimes. It war entirely
movin'. Mis' Renfrew. I war gin'rally
settin' on a post, er up in a tree, daddy's
arm erroun' me. He jist uster love ter take
keer o' me, ter git the chancet ter skin

erway from chores an* scrapin' roun* arter
victuals. Daddy war thet good. He never
needed no watch ter time 'em. He jist
felt the seconds, an' he could place a
streak clean across the field. Daddy war
devoted ter the boss in all his divulgin's.
A boss could raise his spirits as nothin'
else could, bein' ez they war natchully low.
Shorely, Mis' Renfrew, he hev now a string
in heaven. What air heaven 'cept a place
whar we wull git all we hed orter bed
down here ? Ef I hain't no habit o* goin'
ter meetin' reg'lar, I feels decided thet the
Lord air good an* wull obleege us when-
ever he kin."

Mrs. Renfrew's eyes had a misty look
in them.

" You make me homesick to see daddy."

" Now, do I ? But them air real heart-
some aches. I hev 'em. Ye see, my boy
air erway from home now. He f oilers
bosses, ez air natchul. He air up ter
Churchill Down track, an' sometimes I
gits sech a feelin' in me thet I hez ter go
up. I fries a young hen, cooks up a kittle
o' hominy an' a pan o' sodys, an' tromps
over. It would do ye good ter see him
clean them up. Them meals he gets air
not satisfyin' ter growin' boys. Brucey air
a cute leetle weazen yet, an' thet sharp
they calls 'im Gimlet. Shorely I air blessed
in thet boy."

" And where is Mr. Snawter ? Does he
go with the horses ? "

A cloud passed over the bright and
cheery face, and was gone.

" It air the blastin* fack, Mis' Renfrew,
thet 'Dullam done me a bad trick a spell
back. Thar war a slick widder woman
over by Penile Church, an' she moved inter
Louisville. She got 'Dullam ter holp her
take 'er things in, an' he stayed thar. He
hain't turned up oncet sence. Mis' Tanner,
her thet lives down the Man's Lick Road,
seen him, an' he tole her thet he war too
'shamed ter show up fer a spell. But, law,
Mis' Renfrew, I hain't lettin* thet upsot
me ! I got a leetle o' daddy's balance in
my own make-up, an' it kerries me through,

There walked lightly through the wide
gate of Churchill Downs race-track a red-
cheeked woman with a basket on her arm.
Although the April air was chilly, her only
wrap was a shoulder shawl of black-and-

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white plaid, and on her waving black hair
she had set a summer sailor hat at least
one size too small for her. Radiant was
the spring sunshine, and the woman's face
matched it

" Hev ye seen leetle Brucey Goforth ? "
she inquired of a watchman. " I means
this momin*. He 's a stable-boy, an' ye
could n't miss 'im."

" There 's been enough of 'em roun'/'
replied the man, relinquishing his pipe
with regret.

" But ye could n't miss thet tyke. He
air thet sharp all the boys calls 'im Gimlet."

" I know 'im," with emphasis ; " but he
hain't been roun' ner in ner out fer two er
three days. They can tell ye erbout 'im up
yon," with an indefinite wave of the hand.

An hour later he saw her still hunting
about for news of the boy. N o one seemed
to have seen or heard of Brucey for a long
time. Had he done what many others had
done, and ** gone away with the horses "
that were always coming and going?
Finally she met a trainer that she knew,
a small man with beady blue eyes and a
shrewd smile.

" Law, Mr. Merrygol', hain't I glad ter
see ye ! Whar air Brucey ? I can't get no
wind o' him anywhar, an' I got his washin'
an' some pervisions fer 'im. Hev a chicken
sody, won't ye ? "

A generous biscuit, with a chicken wing
between its layers, was not to be despised.
Mr. Marigold accepted it promptly.

" The boy is over ter Douglas Track
with a new man I dunno. Mis' Goforth.
Promised 'im a dollar a day ter ride a new
boss. Ez thet war more 'n any o' the boys
gits usual, Brucey went. It air a runnin'
boss, an' I hev let the name slip me.
Brucey 's been erroun' exercisin' oncet er

Mrs. Goforth was immensely relieved.

" You 're truly a friend, Jim Merrygol*,
an' I won't fergit it." With a hearty laugh,
** Do hev another sody, won't ye ? "

" Don't care if I do," replied the trainer,
with a grin ; " an' then I will send you to
Douglas on the street-cars. It is too far
for you to foot it."

" I 'd go .ten mile ter see my boy," re-
torted Mrs. Goforth ; " but ez I allers teks
p'liten esses kindly, ter be shore I wall ride,
ef ye pleases."

Half an hour later she was walking
about the trotting-track park with the old

query. No one seemed to know anything
of the boy. Over in the greening grass she
saw a small prone figure. She bent over it
with concern, for it was a boy in grief.

" Now, whutever air ailin' of ye, son ? "
she asked tenderly, although the clenched
hands showed negro blood.

Tear- wet eyes looked up for an instant
into her own.

• " Nawthin'," was the boyish reply—
*• nawthin'."

" Mebbe ye air erway from home, and
ye gits low oncet in a while. Here, sonny ;
set up an' eat a leetle. I kin spare ye a
good sandwidge an' a hard-b'iled egg, I
calkilate. Mebbe ye kin show me whar
the lastest bosses thet comes in air."

The sandwich disappeared, followed by
the egg. Afterward the boy rose and sol-
emnly said, " Come on," without deigning
information as to the cause of his grief.

** Boys air boys, be they colored up ez
they may be," soliloquized Mrs. Goforth.
" I hev seen Brucey do jes thet same way
a hun'erd times, ef one."

" Thar 's Twilight Star an' thar 's Mun-
dane in them two stalls," indicated the
boy ; " them 's the lastest bosses thet come

" Do ye know Brucey Goforth ? " asked
the mother, eagerly ; " leastwise, Gimlet fer
short ? "

" Yaas," with a faint accent of surprise ;
"he kim over from the Downs ter ride
Mundane. Say, he air sick er sump'in*. I
jes seen him lyin' on the straw."

" Then I come at the right time," said
Mrs. Goforth. "Go show me the place,
fer I air his maw."

In a few moments, skirting the stables,
the two slipped unnoticed into an empty
stall, where a lad lay motionless on a pile
of straw. Mrs. Goforth hung her basket
up on a convenient nail, kneeled down,
and gently turned Brucey over. He was
a slim rascal, with a head as curly as
her own, and with well-molded shoulders,
chest, and limbs. His face was now red,
his breathing heavy.

The mother looked, lifted his hand, and
leaned over him. Then she stood up, and
the mulatto was frightened at her look.

" Some one hez given ray boy liquor ! "

She fumbled in her pocket and brought
out a few pennies.

'* Bub," she went on in her softest tones,
" thar air a grocery right in sight. Run git

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me a leetle mustard, an' be quick. Ye '11
git somethin' more ter eat."

By the time he was back Brucey was
prepared for a generous dose of mustard
and water, accompanied by divers pokings
of Mrs. Goforth's lingers down his throat.
In twenty minutes a sadder, wetter, and
wiser boy sat up in the straw, with Mrs.
Goforth sternly in command. She dis-
missed the other with a handful of food,
and regarded the offender in ominous

But Brucey was human, and not yet old
or bad. He glanced up once in a while,
and he saw the face he best knew and
loved wearing such an expression of in-
jured dignity and majesty that he quaked ;
finally he wept.

"I did n't wanter drink none o' thet

" Yes, you did. Ye air gittin' like them
other crap-shootin', triflin' young colts
thet hain't hed no upbringin' — none the
leastest. The most of 'em never hed no
mothers, even— jes pick-ups an' wuss ner
orphants an' reform schoolers runned
erway. Ye hain't in thet class, son. Ye
air of pore but hones' stock, an' ye must
show it. Brucey, I calkilate ye must quit
the tvu^ even afore ye gits heavy. Yer
wull-power air too feathery an* wuthless."

"They makes me do it, ma, hones'.
They says I air sech a fancy size, an' liq-
uor wull stunt me."

" Stunt ye ? Waal, I hev somethin' ter
say erbout thet. Stunt ye ! Yer lawful pa-
rents war sizable pussons, an' it air calki-
lated thet ye wull tek on ter six feet two
er three inches afore ye air twenty. A
fancy size! Waal, listen ter thet! Ye kin
jist answer right up ter any one thet says
it, thet the Goforths don't grow up like
gourd-vines, in a night er two. We pur-
ceeds natchul-like. Soon ripe, soon rotten.
Ye air sizable fer the Goforths at yer age.
Now onfold the truth. Who air them vil-
yuns thet gave ye the liquor ? "

" His name air Yanney," replied Brucey,
weakly ; " an' his trainer air Tobey. They
wants me ter go off with 'em ter ride
Mundane on some other track arter the
Darby. They said they *d gimme a dol-
lar a day, but I hain't hed a cent yit. I
hed ter promise ter stay erway from all the
other boys, an' not ter talk o' the hosses
ner hev boys roun' the stable. They say
them hosses air so narvous at strangers an'

won't hev folks erroun'. Oh, mommy, my
head do hurt ! "

" Prubably an' likely," replied the mo-
ther. " I do hopes you aims the money,
ez we needs it fer taxes an' int'rust an'
spring garding-seeds. Ye know the cow
air dry yit. Air this hoss ye air ridin* a
good one, Brucey ? "

" Fust-class," said the boy, eagerly ; " but
I never gits ter let him out none. It air
allers pullin' in, holdin' back— them 's the

"Slip erroun' thet stall an' change yer
clothes, son. Ye look scand'lous. Oh, yes;
ye air weak. Fools air allers knock-kneed
arter fool doin's."

Shamefaced, the lad presently returned.
Mrs. Goforth washed his face, and with a
tuck-comb from her hair made his cuiis
tidy. Then she picked up his clothing.

" Ye air suttinly mortal hard on clothes,"
she sighed. " But whut on this airth air
these turrible stains on the legs o' yer
jeanses, anyhow ? "

The boy, still in a flabby condition,
stared at the trousers stupidly.

" I dunno, mom, onless it comes off the
big hoss when he sweats. I gits it on my
hands spmetimes."

" Hosses don't sweat no ink like thet,
ye crazy boy."

"Mundane do," asserted the boy,
stoutly; "an' it hez a quare smell, some-
times, mom, I don't keer whut ye say."

" Thet air truly fine talk fer them chicken
an' sodys, now. I wull take ye on my knee
an' chastise ye, ez the Bible sajrs ter do.
Ye air corruptin'."

The boy looked sober.

" Mommy, it air true. It do seem funny,
don't it?"

" We won't quarrel none over it," said
the mother, lightly ; " but do ye come right
erlong an' p'int me out them men. I wamts
ter spot 'em, an' hev a leetle talk on this
stuntin' an' liquor bizness. Don't ye craw-
fish none ner meddle with me. Ye wull see
me comin' in fust, er the Lord air not with
the widder an' fatherless."

" But ye hain't a real widder, mom."

" I air wuss, fer yer own paw air dead
onnatchul airly, an' his substitute air ca-
vortin' roun' in other pasters. I hain't got
a livin' sure thing but ye, Brucey."

Brucey squirmed.

"Ye air shorely responsible fer a hull
lot ter me. A woman hez ter hev men folks

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roun' ter be happy, an' mine hev been
lopped off onaccountable. I expects ye
ter make up all them other shortcomin's."

The boy's eyes, large and very like his
mother's, were doubtful as she went on.

" Daddy war sort o' shif less, but he
war never crooked. Yer paw, Bird Smith,

had filled that little fellow up with whisky
and busied themselves while he was in his
first stupor. What they said at this sudden
and untimely resurrection, Mrs. Goforth

One of the men was tall and grizzled-
gray. His eyes were a hawk's, gray-brown.

Drawn by W. L. Jacobs. Half tone plate eiiifrayed by J. Tinkey

hed his faults, but he war straighter 'n the
usual run. I don't trot in any class, myself,
with them thet air off color er tricky; I
expects ye ter be squar* likewise. Don't
ye wamt a leetle bit o' chicken breas', son ?
It do stand ter reason thet ye air ez empty
ez a rain-barrel in August."

Upon the top row of seats in the grand
stand two men sunned themselves and,
by their countenances, gravely discussed
weighty matters. U p toward them climbed
a prepossessing, alert woman, half support-
ing a pale boy. The men stared at him
and at each other. Two hours before they

and over one of his eyebrows circled a
peculiar mark or scar. 'Fhe other man was
bullet-headed and stocky, with a bloated
fare and meeting, sullen brows.

The vivid color faded quite out of Mrs.

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