THE COURAGE OF CONVICTION.

Woodville Examiner, Volume XXII, Issue 3872, 11 May 1906, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE COURAGE OF CONVICTION.

Politico are still in tho air, anti although tho 'absolute neutrality of this journal cannot bo too .strongly insisted upon, it .seems only fair that the .sacrifices of Mr. William Newman, for tho salve of hi.s political convictions, should bo recognised. “ You’ro a Tariff Reformer, ain't you, Bill?” queried his friend '.Mr. 'Simpson. “Well, Jack,” said Mr. Newman, somewhat dubiously, “I am, and in spito of everything I stick to it. Yes; in .spito of everything. Even although •when I got home tho other night I found that the wife had purchased foreign matches, instead of English, and this made me so cantankerous that I exported tho lot, and tho fire imported them free of tax. Tho result was—chimney ignited, spoilt my togs, burnt my hands, got fined soven-and-sixpence, lost a day’s work, and paid for a new st t cf brushes for the sweep ; but I will still stick to being a Tariffor, Jack, tbough there’s some men who wouldn’t.”

A woman’s idea of good luck is to find a pair of socks in the pile that doesn’t need darning.

‘‘’ky; as a .signal that the incomino- - was cine. ° They had watched it many times hefoio, and, when the passengers were landed at last, had turned away with heavy hearts for he whom they expected never came. Presently Eva pointed to a distant trail of smoko creeping up along the coast, and .said slowly: /' There she i.s at last. I wonder if lie will over come, then yon will hear it all and ho at rest.”

Paul Considino glanced down into his daughter's faco and sighed. There was no brilliancy in the clear eyes now. Perhaps it was only the effect of the dinging robe of black, hut it seemed to tho oljl man that tho pale face, with its quiet, thonghful expression, was strangely thin and haggard. “ All tho good your English visit did has disappeared, Eva,’’ ho said; “and as for me, I am very tired of Africa. Once we hear tall the story from tho man into whoso charge I gave him wo will go hack to tho ohl country, that I may pass my last days and lay my hones when it seems good to the Almighty to call me—in the land whore I was horn.” “It is no uso fretting, father,” was