ing thething to pass by his own dogged efforts. Men fell into the habit ofcalling him Luck, and they forgot that he had any other name; so thereyou have it, straight and easily understandable.
As luck would have it, then,--and no pun intended, please,--he foundhimself en route to Dry Lake without any trouble at all; a mere matter ofone change of trains and very close connections, the conductor told him.So Luck went out and found a chair on the observation platform, and gavehimself up to his cigar and to contemplation of the country they weregliding through. What he would find at Dry Lake to make the stop worthhis while did not worry him; he left that to the future and to the godChance whom he professed to serve. He was doing his part; he was goingthere to find out what the place held for him. If it held nothing but ahalf dozen ex-cow-punchers hopelessly tamed and turned farmers, why,there would probably be a train to carry him further in his quest. Hewould drop down into Wyoming and Arizona a
certain she, sometimes at least, must say whatis worth hearing about such matters."
"Well, but she's an exception. Besides, she hasn't any children."
"Then," said my husband, "there's Lady Bernard"--
"Ah! but she was like no one else. Besides, she is almost a publiccharacter, and any thing said about her would betray my original."
"It would be no matter. She is beyond caring for that now; and not one ofher friends could object to any thing you who loved her so much would sayabout her."
The mention of this lady seemed to put some strength into me. I felt as ifI did know something worth telling, and I was silent in my turn.
"Certainly," Mr. S. resumed, "whatever is worth talking about is worthwriting about,--though not perhaps in the way it is talked about. Besides,Mrs. Percivale, my clients want to know more about your sisters, and littleTheodora, or Dorothea, or--what was her name in the book?"
The end of it was, that I agreed to try to the extent of a dozen pages orso.
ed another door, which ushered him at once into a very large hall, the aspect of which quite bewildered him. There were a great many desks and tables about the hall, with clerks writing at them, and people coming and going with passports and permits in their hands. Rollo stepped forward into the room, surveying the scene with great curiosity and wonder, when his attention was suddenly arrested by the voice of a soldier, who rose suddenly from his chair, and said,--
"Your cap, young gentleman."
Rollo immediately recollected that he had his cap on, while all the other people in the room were uncovered. He took his cap off at once, saying to the soldier at the same time, "Pardon, sir," which is the French mode of making an apology in such cases. The soldier then resumed his seat, and Rollo and Carlos walked on slowly up the hall.
Nobody took any notice of them. In fact, every one seemed busy with his own concerns, except that in one part of the room there were several benches where a number
get killed, in advance, you will learn the same thing in the same way I learned it. Where are your blamed batteries?"
"Bill, you are all right."
"I am, am I?"
"First help me enter these way-bills and check up the express packages so I can deliver them to this mob."
"My business isn't checking up express; but I like you, young fellow, so, go ahead. Only you talk too much."
"Just a moment!"
At these words coming from the other end of the office, the lineman and the operator looked around. The military-looking man and his companion had entered the room unobserved and stood at the counter listening to the colloquy between the Eastern boy and the plainsman--for neither of the two were more than boys. Dancing saluted the new-comers. "It's Colonel Stanley and Bob Scott," he exclaimed.
Bucks walked forward. Stanley handed him a message. "You are the night operator? Here is a despatch for General Park. Get it out for me right away, will you?"
Dancing came forwar
it too mooch col' in wintaire, but, voila! Better A'm lak I freeze l'il bit as burn oop!"
The Texan laughed. "I don't blame you none. I never be'n down to Yuma but they tell me it's hell on wheels. Go ahead an' deal, Pedro."
"Pedro, non! Ma moder she nam' Moon Eye, an' ma fader she Cross-Cut Lajune. Derefor', A'm Batiste Xavier Jean Jacques de Beaumont Lajune."
The bottle thumped upon the table top.
"What the hell is that, a name or a song?"
"Me, das ma nam'--A'm call Batiste Xavier Jean----"
"Hold on there! If your ma or pa, or whichever one done the namin' didn't have no expurgated dictionary handy mebbe they ain't to blame--but from now on, between you an' me, you're Bat. That's name enough, an' the John Jack Judas Iscariot an' General Jackson part goes in the discards. An' bein' as this here is only a two-handed game, the discards is dead---- See?"
At the end of an hour the half-breed watched with a grin as the Texan raked in a huge pile o
al or tutelary, others Dissocial or Self-regarding. Dispositions.The consequences of a mischievous act. Punishment. Private Ethics(Prudence) and Legislation distinguished; their respective spheres.
MACKINTOSH. Universality of Moral Distinctions. Antithesis or Reasonand Passion. It is not virtuous acts but virtuous dispositions that outweigh the pains of self-sacrifice. The moral sentiments havefor their objects Dispositions. Utility. Development of Consciencethrough Association; the constituents are Gratitude, Sympathy,Resentment and Shame, together with Education. Religion mustpresuppose Morality. Objections to Utility criticised. Duties toourselves, an improper expression. Reference of moral sentiments tothe Will.
JAMES MILL. Primary constituents of the Moral Faculty--pleasurable andpainful sensations. The Causes of these sensations. The Ideas of them,and of their causes. Hope, Fear; Love, Joy; Hatred, Aversion. Remotecauses of pleasures and pains--Wealth, Power, Dignity,
ing thething to pass by his own dogged efforts. Men fell into the habit ofcalling him Luck, and they forgot that he had any other name; so thereyou have it, straight and easily understandable.
As luck would have it, then,--and no pun intended, please,--he foundhimself en route to Dry Lake without any trouble at all; a mere matter ofone change of trains and very close connections, the conductor told him.So Luck went out and found a chair on the observation platform, and gavehimself up to his cigar and to contemplation of the country they weregliding through. What he would find at Dry Lake to make the stop worthhis while did not worry him; he left that to the future and to the godChance whom he professed to serve. He was doing his part; he was goingthere to find out what the place held for him. If it held nothing but ahalf dozen ex-cow-punchers hopelessly tamed and turned farmers, why,there would probably be a train to carry him further in his quest. Hewould drop down into Wyoming and Arizona a
certain she, sometimes at least, must say whatis worth hearing about such matters."
"Well, but she's an exception. Besides, she hasn't any children."
"Then," said my husband, "there's Lady Bernard"--
"Ah! but she was like no one else. Besides, she is almost a publiccharacter, and any thing said about her would betray my original."
"It would be no matter. She is beyond caring for that now; and not one ofher friends could object to any thing you who loved her so much would sayabout her."
The mention of this lady seemed to put some strength into me. I felt as ifI did know something worth telling, and I was silent in my turn.
"Certainly," Mr. S. resumed, "whatever is worth talking about is worthwriting about,--though not perhaps in the way it is talked about. Besides,Mrs. Percivale, my clients want to know more about your sisters, and littleTheodora, or Dorothea, or--what was her name in the book?"
The end of it was, that I agreed to try to the extent of a dozen pages orso.
ed another door, which ushered him at once into a very large hall, the aspect of which quite bewildered him. There were a great many desks and tables about the hall, with clerks writing at them, and people coming and going with passports and permits in their hands. Rollo stepped forward into the room, surveying the scene with great curiosity and wonder, when his attention was suddenly arrested by the voice of a soldier, who rose suddenly from his chair, and said,--
"Your cap, young gentleman."
Rollo immediately recollected that he had his cap on, while all the other people in the room were uncovered. He took his cap off at once, saying to the soldier at the same time, "Pardon, sir," which is the French mode of making an apology in such cases. The soldier then resumed his seat, and Rollo and Carlos walked on slowly up the hall.
Nobody took any notice of them. In fact, every one seemed busy with his own concerns, except that in one part of the room there were several benches where a number
get killed, in advance, you will learn the same thing in the same way I learned it. Where are your blamed batteries?"
"Bill, you are all right."
"I am, am I?"
"First help me enter these way-bills and check up the express packages so I can deliver them to this mob."
"My business isn't checking up express; but I like you, young fellow, so, go ahead. Only you talk too much."
"Just a moment!"
At these words coming from the other end of the office, the lineman and the operator looked around. The military-looking man and his companion had entered the room unobserved and stood at the counter listening to the colloquy between the Eastern boy and the plainsman--for neither of the two were more than boys. Dancing saluted the new-comers. "It's Colonel Stanley and Bob Scott," he exclaimed.
Bucks walked forward. Stanley handed him a message. "You are the night operator? Here is a despatch for General Park. Get it out for me right away, will you?"
Dancing came forwar
it too mooch col' in wintaire, but, voila! Better A'm lak I freeze l'il bit as burn oop!"
The Texan laughed. "I don't blame you none. I never be'n down to Yuma but they tell me it's hell on wheels. Go ahead an' deal, Pedro."
"Pedro, non! Ma moder she nam' Moon Eye, an' ma fader she Cross-Cut Lajune. Derefor', A'm Batiste Xavier Jean Jacques de Beaumont Lajune."
The bottle thumped upon the table top.
"What the hell is that, a name or a song?"
"Me, das ma nam'--A'm call Batiste Xavier Jean----"
"Hold on there! If your ma or pa, or whichever one done the namin' didn't have no expurgated dictionary handy mebbe they ain't to blame--but from now on, between you an' me, you're Bat. That's name enough, an' the John Jack Judas Iscariot an' General Jackson part goes in the discards. An' bein' as this here is only a two-handed game, the discards is dead---- See?"
At the end of an hour the half-breed watched with a grin as the Texan raked in a huge pile o
al or tutelary, others Dissocial or Self-regarding. Dispositions.The consequences of a mischievous act. Punishment. Private Ethics(Prudence) and Legislation distinguished; their respective spheres.
MACKINTOSH. Universality of Moral Distinctions. Antithesis or Reasonand Passion. It is not virtuous acts but virtuous dispositions that outweigh the pains of self-sacrifice. The moral sentiments havefor their objects Dispositions. Utility. Development of Consciencethrough Association; the constituents are Gratitude, Sympathy,Resentment and Shame, together with Education. Religion mustpresuppose Morality. Objections to Utility criticised. Duties toourselves, an improper expression. Reference of moral sentiments tothe Will.
JAMES MILL. Primary constituents of the Moral Faculty--pleasurable andpainful sensations. The Causes of these sensations. The Ideas of them,and of their causes. Hope, Fear; Love, Joy; Hatred, Aversion. Remotecauses of pleasures and pains--Wealth, Power, Dignity,