Brother Cadle is a member of Div. 179, Sedalia, Mo. He worked his way up from a wiper, was promoted to engineer in 1879 on what was then the Illinois Midland, now Terre Haute & Indianapolis and joined Div. 155. He went to the Missouri Pacific in 1884 and transferred his membership to Div. 178. He was a part of the G. C. of A. on that road from 1887 to 1892, when he was elected Chairman, holding the position until his election of Assistant G. C. E. at the Los Angeles Convention, May 31, 1904. trinket by special promises when he had put it on her finger. Trying to console herself with hopes of finding it, she scrambled over every inch of the little place, uplifting every blade of But then, besides the tender bond of which it was a token, it had been Roland's mother's ring-it had been the betrothal sign for two generations in his family-and now it was lost. Brother Hurley is a member of Div. 439. Boston, Mass. He was in the service of the N. Y., N. H. & H. System for some twenty-five years, associated with committee work most of that time, was for many years Chairman of the G. C. of A. on that system, and held that position when elected Assistant G. C. É. at the Los Angeles Convention, on May 31, 1904. sleeve, as she was going by without speaking. "What in the world is the matter?" asked Rachel, in a soft voice, examining with comprehensive glance the face of Rose. "You look as though you had met stood still before her. Then said, angrily: "It has nothing to do with verbs, and I don't want to discuss the subject now. Let me go to monsieur." "Oh, I beg your pardon," said Rachel, Brother Wills is a member of Div. 125, Clinton, Ia., was in the service of the C. & N. W. for a long term of years, being promoted to the position of engineer in 1868, and was for many years Chairman of the G. C. of A. for that system, and Chairman of the Legislative Board of Iowa. He was elected Assistant G. C. E. at the Los Angeles Convention on June 3, 1904. often irritate her beyond endurance? It was very strange. According to all appearances, Rose ought to have loved her cousin very much, and been thankful it had happened so that she was an established inmate of the family. Rose had diversion from her troubling thoughts. Monsieur looked as all Frenchmen ought to look-and a vast number of those who find their way to this country fulfill their duty, and present to us just such a face and figure as did Rose's teacher. He was below medium height, slender, swarthy, with heavy dark hair and eyebrows, small eyes, beard a la Napoleon III., mustache waxed elaborately. But all Frenchmen do not possess such insinuating address, such politeness that is devotion itself, such tact, such gentle modulations of voice, all combined with an apparent unobtrusiveness, and then he was in reality a Parisian, and talked good French with a good accent. A very fitting man, you will say, to be Rose Maple's teacher, while her lover was away. He was, in truth, a perfect jewel for a teacher; if a pupil did not learn rapidly and correctly, it was no fault of his. Rachel North had once been a pupil of his, and it was she who procured his services in behalf of her cousin; for Rose, as the future wife of Roland Wallace, would be obliged to reside for several years, at least, in Paris, and it behooved her to know something of the language. "Mademoiselle is not in the mood for her lessons today," he said, as she sat down opposite him, in her little low rocking chair; for she was accustomed to rock furiously, when trying to recall a rebellious conjugation. "No; I am not in the mood," she said, sadly, his well-modulated tones rather soothing to her. "But we will begin, if you please, though I am sure I am more terribly ignorant today than usual even." "Because something troubles you," he said, apparently in no humor at all to begin his task. It was noticeable, if anyone had thought of it, that it required a remarkably long time for his lessons at that house-much longer than it took for the three romping boys who were blessed with his services next door. Monsieur was very kind and sympathizing, and Rose's heart was heavy. "Yes, I have lost something very valuable to me-and it's very mysterious about it. I cannot understand." Monsieur, thus addressed, instantly looked at her left hand, and exclaimed, in a low voice: "It is your ring! It is gone! That is, indeed, a loss! And monsieur, urged by his profound pity, took the hand in his, held it a moment, contemplating it with a kind of deprecating admiration; and then suddenly he raised it to his lips, and kissed it fervently. Rose drew it away with a start and blushed, and monsieur exclaimed, in a half whisper: "Oh, pardon me! Pardon me! You must have pity on a man tempted by such a beautiful hand, it is your fault, mademoiselle; you should not expect men to be indifferent." Then he turned hastily, and opened his book, not without a covert glance at the girl, to see how she took his boldness. But, as he rightly conjectured, that boldness was so strongly veiled-so pretended as an irresistible impulse, for which he was not accountable-that Rose thought it would be foolish in her to be angry. So, with burning cheeks, she also opened her book, and began hastily and blunderingly to translate. He let her go on, gently correcting the most flagrant mistakes; and when she had done, he read it to her in such a way, that she realized, for the first time, that it was an impassioned love passage from "Corinne," and she blushed still more as she listened. When monsieur was going down the garden walk, after his instruction was over, it happened that Rachel was standing beneath the lilac bush at the gate; and standing so that she could not be seen from the house. "How do you get on?" she asked, as monsieur paused by her side. "Charmingly. I have kissed her hand with fervor today, and have gazed at her with my soul in my eyes, as the novels say," was the answer. "Pshaw! Your soul!" exclaimed Rachel, with a laugh. "That sight must have touched her heart. Shall you win the little simpleton's affection?" "That remains to be seen," he replied, "but the sport bids fair to be really enchanting. She is a divine child!" "Oh, yes! So all the gentlemen think -including Roland Wallace. But he wouldn't fancy hearing you speak of her in that way. Rachel ceased speaking, and drew something from her pocket, holding it out to her companion, and saying: Can you make good use of that ?" "It is the lost ring!" he exclaimed, taking it in his hands, and smiling as he read the words engraven within it, "Faithful forever." "So you found it? Oh, I see-the plot thickens. That Wallace is a fortunate man in that he is beloved by two such women. What will you have me do now? I am half resolved today to take the blonde child for my wife when her lover is alienated." "The blonde child may be your wife, for all that I care," said Rachel's softly bitter voice; "but I predict that you'll find a vein of real character beneath her pretty ways. She isn't shallow, though she is childish. Win her if you can. Wallace comes back in a month. Keep the ring; let him know you have it as a gift from her before he sees her on his return, then the marriage may not be so near. this small conspiracy a success." and you have wit enough Both are proud enough, to make "Then Wallace may return to the fancy black eyes on her face. "And then?" asked monsieur with his 1. M. L. Code. 373. 2. H. R. Calehan, 200. 3. J. O'Brien, 113. 4. F. H. Hughes, 131. GENERAL COMMITTEE OF ADJUSTMENT, CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE & ST. PAUL SYSTEM. 5. W. M. Ballard, 66. 6. J. T. Rych, 102. John Conway, 203. 8. J. W. Carney, 490. 9. David Rock, 618. 10. C. S. Daniels, 633. 11. T M. Dunn. 357. 12. Thomas R ng 313. 13 C E. Lighter 117. 14. H. Ferlany, Sec. & Treas. 15. J. Chaloupka, 119. 16. Mrs. Ferlany. 17. J. A. Parkinson, 297. 18. F. S. Rodger, Gen'l Chr., 73. 19. C. E. Sullivan, 292. 20. J. B. Smith, 538. 21. R. McMahon, 13. |