concert, posing both as season ticket holders. A man who was nimble of foot and cool of brain could reduce the cost of a journey by bolting out of the train and hastily booking for the last part of the journey while the train was waiting at the station; he probably booked for the first part of the journey, then travelled without cost for the interval and put himself right, as he would say, by taking a ticket for the final stage. The inspector's eyes, however, were sharp, and the inspector proved to be ubiquitous, and the adroit culprit was unexpectedly confronted by the inspector at the city terminus, and was shown to have in his possession a ticket for the first stage of the journey, and to have given up at the barrier only a ticket for the last stage; and as the inspector had watched the whole manoeuvre, the smart young man was haled forthwith before the magistrate. But here is the most curious tale I heard among the tales told me that day. A certain man was a clever draughtsman, and he bought every Saturday a week-end ticket from King's Cross to Hornsey. Before using it, he altered HORNSEY to HOLBECK. This required some skill; but it was done, and done so well that the fraud was not discovered for some time. Every week this man travelled to Leeds, alighting, as his ticket intimated, at Holbeck. No one noticed that the ticket had been tampered with, and even when the fraud was discovered it was not discovered through any clumsiness of the craftsman culprit. It was discovered when a new route was opened for a short portion of the line, and tickets were issued with the additional words: "By West Yorkshire line," or some such indication of the new route. The new words were wanting on the adventurer's ticket, the lack of them led to inquiry, and the inquiry to discovery, the discovery to conviction and imprisonment. But now comes the most strange and singular part of the story. What was the object of this weekly journey to Holbeck and back? It was to preach at some evangelistic or open-air service in Leeds. Human nature has its surprises. I confess to a wish that I might have heard what this strange man had to preach; what odd contradictions must have existed in such a man! Did he find in his missionary task a justification of his fraud? Did he lie down to rest on Sunday nights with a quiet and self-approving conscience? Or did he make his preachings profitable, and was he all the while laughing in his sleeve at the deceived congregation and the defrauded railway company? Was he the deliberate deceiver who, like Horace's false worshipper, besought the gods to help him to appear good while he was not so? "Labra movet metuens audiri: Pulchra Laverna Hor. Ep., i. 16 (543). "Divine Laverna, grant me safe disguise, Let me seem just and upright in men's eyes, Shed night upon my crimes, and glamour o'er my lies." Covington's Translation. But I must leave these Holbeck memories, yet not without a tribute to the kindly, hardworking men who smoothed my way and often revived my heart. You will not find them in Holbeck now. All are scattered; I saw recently one familiar face which brought back old memories, but it was not at Holbeck. Not one, I think, of the old Holbeck men are to be found there. Davey is dead. The strong, big, kindly man-the father of the platform-has passed on to the other world. The light of that other world shone in his life and brightened his closing days. Holbeck could never seem the same without him. MR. MILLWRIGHT I HAVE met men who have interested me and even impressed me by some trait or traits of character which are unusual. Two of these recur to my memory: both are dead now, but there are people alive who perhaps would not wish them to be spoken of by name. I shall, therefore, speak of them by some fancy names. Mr. Millwright was not a typical Yorkshireman he was not, that is to say, of the John Browdie sort. He was lithe, active and almost nervously built. He had a wide brow and a face weather-touched and broken into a few broad folds. It could not be called wrinkled, and it certainly was not fleshy or flabby; but there were distinct marks of effort and energetic attention in its lines. His life had been successful.. He had been brought up in a fairly cultivated home, and he had been designed for one of the professions: he was looked upon as the future clergyman of the family-a foolishly attempted anticipation which led to its own defeat. A lad does not like to have his future fixed and paraded perpetually before his eyes. The wellmeant, but silly talk of the home provoked an obstinate distaste in the lad's mind, and he turned his thoughts to business, and in business he succeeded. His success, however, was not due to what we call business capacity, which often means adroitness and that smartness which is second cousin to fraud. His success was due to the patience which is said to be synonymous with genius he was a born inventor, and he had the gift of that tenacity of purpose and long-continued attention which so often ensures success. If Sir Isaac Newton was right in saying that he owed his success to his habit of "always intending his mind," this man of whom I write might fairly make the same claim. Witness him when all the workmen and clerks have gone home! See how he spends the night! He is lying at full length below one of the fabricmaking machines: he is watching the mechanism he will start the machine and note the interplay of wheels and teeth, of leather bands, or rough canvas foundation, and he will devise some method of simplifying the process, and so effecting economy in production. He lights upon one simple method of economy. When the foundation material passes through the machine, the machine only works upon one length of fabric. If the downward thrust of the machine produces the required result, the upward thrust might be utilized to produce a similar result. Let us run another course of foundation material parallel to the lower one, and let the machinery work upon two lengths at the same time. It will then only need to cut the threads between the two parallel breadths to produce two lengths of fabric instead of one. With a very simple device the productive power of the machinery is doubled. This is only one of the many simple contrivances which resulted from nights of patient observation and reflection. It was to this power of attention and energy of action that |