Pittston Gazette

              reL"i"..n»r.i" i Oldest ."'ewsnaoer in the Wvoming Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1891. A WteKly Local and Familv lourrial. ANAWPqRTIZY jiu a ferment. vtrwsbsrg. ten .lied bv jthe jeers of itu townspeople i.itj th.* Ijolief that he was to be pros -cut; 1 for perjury, lud slid awav o.i a ni ;ht train now that it knows tho truth, to make the faintest amends? Not one. and was fallv prepared to meet them. She had heard, too, of Mr. Hearn's sudden departure; a brief note had come to Mrs. Lane early in the morning, over which that bonny matron had had a good cry. Tho visitors only succeeded in finding Miss Marshall as brilliant and entertaiuing a3 ever, but more provokingly inscrutable. It was impossible to determine from her manner of speaking of Mr. Hearn and his departure whether there was an engagement or not. "Just stepped into tho dining room a moment," said Mrs. Lano promptly, though her eyes were brimming. "Now, isn't that Mr. Hearn all over?" very shield of the soft May moon was peeping into view; but the fairy shafts of her gentle light could not yet penetrate the gathering gloom here in the grove where swung the hammock. Still the hot tears came trickling down between the white fingers and, yielding at last to the mournful influence of the dying day, Georgia Marshall wept unrestrainedly—wept while great sobs shook her frame; and while one fluffy kitten, disturbed in her intended nap, stretched forth a furry paw and lifted up a querulous note of remonstrance, her companion, suddenly dislodged from her cozy nest in Georgia's lap, clawed vigorously back upon the heaving folds of the summer fabric, glared arouud in excited search for the possible cause of such seismatic disturbance, and instantly set back a pair of tiny ears, arched a furry back, bristled her stiffening tail, and gave vent to spiteful challenge at the fell disturber of her peace. There stood a man. BILL NYU STANDS READY tho Mambrino King will lull you to sleep in your little bed, Earnest." Come "The time has come for you now to quit at once and for all a profession which the people of tho north so little appreciate and so persistently decry. 1 am aging fast, and shall be glad to have your strong arm to lean upon. A year or two in my office will fit you for the bar. Meantime you can havo nearly double the income that tho government pays you, and when I am gone all I have, practically, will be yours. Come back to us, my boy; come to the mother, the father, and the people who love you; come home to us who know and need you; you are not wanted where you are." as soon as you can —•'gone to purchase goods in St. Lnais," sail his unhappy spouse. Welsh, the martyr, had essayed to desert the sDame night, and. as a cat plays with a mouse, old Kcuyon had let him go until the intent was made plain by bis boarding the eastward bound train in civilian dress, and then had had him hauled off by two stalwart infantrymen and, incidentally, by the nape of his neck, and once more Welsh was remanded to his familiar haunt—the guard house at Ryan. This time a still more serious charge was hanging over liis head—that of assaulting a non-commissioned officer in discharge of his duty, for Corp. Brent had recognized him as his assailant the instant ho heard his voice. So had another witness. It was Georgia Marshall who turned to Kenyon the moment Welsh had finished his testimony and said, "I have heard that man speak before," and who-nnhesitatingly declared after Goss appeared that though by sight she could identify neither man, by voice she knew that the one who had assaulted the corporal of the guard that night was not Goss, but Welsh. Then Welsh himself broke down. But Georgia Marshall had not gone into tho dining room. Mabel found hei over at tho end of tho veranda gazing at the distant night lights across the dark and silent vallev. HE IS WILLING TO AGITATE HIS FRISKY FEET UPON THE ICE. Today I received a nice typewritten letter from the. well known poultry works at Newton, Sussex county, N. J. I need not give tho name, but the letter asks: "ifay I send yon a sample box of three, six, nine or twelve dozen new laid table eggs? I have 4,000 laying hens, many of them game. The eggs are shipped the next day after they are laid. Respectfully,  By Gapt. Gtias. King, U. S. fl„ His Heart Z* Touched »iy the Patbetir Aothorof "The Colonel's Daughter," "The Deserter," "From the Ranhs," "Dunraoen Ranch," "Two Soldiers." September came, and the Eleventh would soon bo on its homeward march. Letters to tho regiment made frequent mention of old Kenyon's devotion tc Miss Marshall, and even Hearn had to hear occasional bits of conversation that told him that in quitting Ryan he had abandoned tho field to a rival. But when orders reached them there was other news: Miss Marshall was to return to tho east at once. "Despite every plea," wrote Mabel, "she persists in it, and adamant ia no more yielding than is her determination. I am utterly heartbroken, but cannot prevent it. She has been making arrangements for a new position of 6ome kind for the last six weeks, and sho will leave .before the regiment gets back." Letter of a Man Out of :i Job—Tho Price of Aristocratic Commented Upon, Nor was any 0110 a whit wiser at the end of the week. "If sho is engaged to him." said tho dame3 an 1 damsels, "she is receiving rather too much attention from tho major, who lets no day go by without it; call, and thj calls are grow- The joyous season for skating is now drawing to its close, and with it ceases the best record for many years in these parts. My attention has been called by friends to the following challenge, which I print herewith and reply to later ou: [Copyright by Edgar W. Nye.] I Copyright, 1690, By J. B. Lipplncott Company, Philadelphia, and published by special arrangement with them.] On the lower left hand margin of the letter is the list of ladies in New York who use these eggs exclusively. The list reads like that of the patronesses of the Charity balls. It is a very swell a fray of pomp, wealth and good victuals. People are there named who think no more of paying seventy-fife cents a dozen for the eggs of a blooded hen than I "do of using white sugar in my coffee every day of my life. For some timo Maj. Ken yon stood in silence. At List, seeing that he was expected to express his opinion, he slowlj spoke: (concluded ) In vain Lawler propounded questions tending to show his witness, thus assailed, in a better light; bat the more he examined the more damaging was Gosa's testimony. At last the witness slouched out under escort of a sentinel. iiK\X[XTK"ic d. Wasn't it luck that I snoulJ have known of the previous rascality of that clerk, and Bo was able to make Uiin co' Je to terms? Here is his duplicate receipt in full. flleJ carefully away among my papers. It \va» the means of saving a capital officer, too ing longer The undersigned, being 70 years of age, hereby challenges any person of the same age, or upward, to compete with kirn in skating from GO to 500 miles, and will accept a handicap of twenty rods for every mile. He also challenges any person in the world, irrespective of age, to compete with him in delineating on k-e by skating tho capital letters of the alphabet, in forming the name of any person, pliice or thing, or SLiiy sentence in the English language. W. J. Weeks, Long Inland. ■"I feared that that first letter would come, and I might have known that this would follow. Wlun will you answer?" Mabel Lane, who bad looked pale for a day or two, wa3 blithe and sunshiny as ever, so far as Ryan society could judge, and in the absence of any local sensation soino people were disposed to regard the situation as decidedly disheartening. No woman rests content who suspects an engagement and cannot prove it. Your letters constant Joy to me, my son. If it liad but pleased God to s;Daro yoiir dear mother, I know well liow proud and happy a woman she would have been in her great boy and bonny daughter; but his will be done. I may not write again before leaving fur San Carlos, but my goes with every line of this. There i3 sucli comfort in the frankness with which you told me of those college debts. Trust me fully; confl le i'. me In any trouble, my son; no man son devotedly your friend than I—your "Not just yet. I must think it over. Not—not until after to-night, anyway." But a greater sensation still was awaiting the patient listeners in the court room. The next man to enter, leaning heavily on the arm of the hospital steward, and accompanied by Dr. Ingersoll, was Corp. Brent, looking white and feeble, but very calm and self possessed. A tall young fellow, erect and powerful in build, clad in civilian garb, but striding across the lawn with the asking of a trooper, halted suddenly not ten feet away and lifted from his shapely head a aat oanried LeavUy with crape. T&e next instant he had hurled this aside, stepped quickly forward, utterly ignoring pussy's hostile guise, had thrown himself on one knee beside the hammock, and the drooping .mustache almost swept the soft, white hands as he impetuously seized them. That evening Mrs. Morris insisted upon everybody's coming to har house "to celebrate." The news that Henrn had been released by telegraphic orders was all over tho post in half an hour, and that he would start to rajoin the regiment in the field was of course a foregone conclusion. Only, said that all important personage referred to generally as "everybody"—only he will probably want to delay a littlo while on Miss Marshall's account, for if they are not already engaged it is solely her fault. Any one can see he is utterly in love with her. But that is not the way to catch me and Russell Sage. We don't work all 4av Jfcird, hu'1 iiieu fs»Dck our whole salary into Asiiajiond back terrapin debauch at night; do1 we, Russ? And we do not buy eggs at $1 a dozen, just so as to eat the same breed of eggs that Col. Elliott Shepard does; do we, Russ? We would rather be a little, plain, American citizen, eating the honest handiwork of a broad and democratic, though low flung hen, tlianr to pay four prices for the highly legitimate masterpiece of a gamey hea just because those gamey eggs are usoCi habitually by the tallyho sons-in-law of the Nanvoo Rich! Letters from tho regiment gave no clew. Lano wrote to Mabel every day— another thing that made him culpable in the eyes of lords les3 uxorious—and she was besiegod by tho other wives with questions a3 to what was going on in the field. But what ha wroto her of Hearn she would tell no one, not even Georgia —who never asked. , And when the Eleventh eame marching into Ryan lato- in tho month, and a host of tanned and bearded troopers rode in behind the band on its dancing grays, Georgia Marshall had vanished from the scene. I allow no malt To defy mo in this way, even if he be 70 or 170 years old. No Long Islander shall come out and shake his bony finger at a Staten Island- ever "Give your fall name, rank and regiment," said the judge advocate, without looking up. father. Tlie draft I sent will doubtless have removed ell care and anxiety and left you a little sura to the fore. Spend it 03 you please, yet "do uot dull thy palm with entertainment of each new hatched, unfledged comrade." What words of wisdom spoke that fond old fool! but be loved his boy as I love mine. Such was the feeling against him among the men, such were the threats which he could not but hear as he lay in his barred cell, that he begged to be allowed to apo the commanding officer. He was in fear for his life—poor devil! and indeed nothing but the discipline so derided of the newspapers saved him from the tarring and feathering and riding on a rail that tho soldiers were wild to give him. In piteous accents ho implored Kenyon to have him sent away, even to prison at Leavenworth. He would plead guilty to desertion, guilty to theft, guilty to assault, guilty to anything, if the major would only get him away from the terrible scowls and curses of his erstwhile companions. Only if the major would but believe him, he really had never struck the corporal at all; he had hurled the pepper in his eyes and run. Brent, blinded and raging, had rushed in pursuit, and had struck his head against the sharp edge of the brick pillar at the south end of the troop barracks. Very possibly this was true; for the gash was deep and jagged. "The name under which I enlisted is Malcolm Brent, corporal Company C, —th Infantry." Presently Kenyon took a long leave and disappeared. "Having it it with his newspaper friends in Chicago," was Martin's suggestion. But the next thing heard of him he had turned up in Cincinnati and Mabel knew well what that meant, and waited with bated breath. For a month there came no further news, and then ho was reported at St. Augustine, more crabbed than ever. '•The court will .note, I trust, tho singular character .of the witnesses introdnood by the accused," said Lawler promptly. 'Tho last, by his own admission. is a thisjf and a deserter whom Welsh very properly essayed to cut loose from t !i discovering his real character: and titiiv wt licve a second who plainly Good night, my lad, "It has been a hard ordeal for Hearn, as any ono can see." wroto the captain. "He lias aged and changed greatly. The youngsters had jjlanned a Eort of love feast for liim, but he begged them that nothing of the land bo held, and he lias really shunned society since rejoining. He claims that all his timo is taken up with his troop, and of course wo are very busy; but thero is something behind it. and I think you know." "Georgia," he whispered. "This abovo all, to thine own self be true; And it must 'ollow, as the night the day. Thou canst not then bo false to any man." Your father, Ji. F. R»wuns. Once in a while "everybody" makes .a mistake. This time "everybody"' was practically right. No one more thoroughly than Ilearn himself knew how utterly he was in love with Georgia Marshall, and nobody but Kenyon knew that, yielding to tlio plea in his father's letter, Hearn might not return to the regiment at all. Heavens! what a start! In her wild consternation she recoiled from his touch, striving at the same instant to sit erect. Hammocks are not made for combinations so eccentric. The next instant the flimsy thing had slipped from under her and she felt herself going. Drowning men catch at straws; drowning women seize the hand they would have shunned. But for his sudden spring, but for prompt clasping arms, she would have gone headlong to the ground on the opposite side. For a minute she was held in close embrace, a confused mingling of dusty braids, of throbbing femininity, of hotly blushing, tear wet face, of cool linen lawn and clinging hammock netting. Then her hands regained their canning and found his broad shoulders and she pushed herself free, and then hysterical laughter came to her aid and the shaded grove rang to a peal that, if not merry, was at least irresistible, and at last, as she sat there restored to equilibrium and striving to regain her whirling senses as he stood patiently bending over her, half praying that the inspired hammock might yet attempt some new freak, she glanced up at him through smdMand tears and disordered bangs onlyx^feay: "How utterly abtarfl!" To which philosophical remark he vouchsafed no reply whatever. * That's me and that's Rush Sage! For a moment after Thorp's deep voice had ceased its* task the silence in the heated room was broken only by some half stifled sigh. Corp. Brent had covered his pale face with his hands. Mrs. Lane was weeping silently. Hearn's eyes, swimming, were turned toward Georgia Marshall, who was bending over her friend, quietly fanning her. The effect of this letter was not unexpected; she had heard every word before.This is not all. This pf sky egg sharp advertises to supply only the bong tong with goods from hi3 fowl works, but does he? Does he confine himself to the tables of the wealthy? Am I assured that those eggs will not be also sold to coarse and vnlgar people who nurse their own children? Paii! Tho thought of it would drive mo wild. "Then he, too, ha3 been rejected," said Mabel. And she was right. Kenyon did not rejoin until long after the Christmas holidays. I intimutes that the name he gives is not "It is the one by which ho is known to military law all tho same, Col. Lawler. Please to proceed," said Col. Grace testily. his owu.'' Old Blauvelt by this timo had been sent before the retiring board, which recommended him for permanent shelving, and he was still on leave until the needed vacancy should occur. Hearn meantime remained in command of his troop, no longer encumbered by the presence of Trooper Welsh, who had been formally "sent to Leavenworth." Corp. Brent had won his sergeant's chevrons, and was looking forward to examination for promotion. It was a joyous gathering at the Morrises', and yet thero had been a singular conversion at tho Lane3' beforo Mabel could induce her friend to go at all. Sho did know, and yet could not tell. It was her penanco for breaking faith with Georgia. Tho latter had forbidden that sho should tell to any one the fact that Mr. nearn had indeed offered himself and had been refused. "You know the accused, X presume, or he wcv.ld not have called upon you?" was Lawler's snapping query of the witness. No, the eg-.? works at Newton cannot sell me any eggs. I am afraid that the proprietor might forget himself some time and sell to the tradespeople. "Mr. Hearn will certainly come and ask to be your escort," caid Mabel the moment Mrs. Morris was gone. "How can you say no?" "Only as a soldier knows an officer whom he has every reason to respect. I have never exchanged a word with the gentleman, but I recognize him as Lieut. Heam, of the Eleventh cavalry." It was Grace who spoke at last, after no little preparatory clearing of his throat: But Lano learned it soon enough. From tho moment of Lis return to the regiment tho young Eoldier spent most of his time, when off duty, in ihe society of the captain, and ono night in the fullness of liis sorrowing heart ho tohl his friend of the bitter disappointment that had come to him. Ho loved her deeply, had iisked her to be his wife, and she had gently, even tearfully, but positively, said no, it simply could not be. He had begged her to give her reasons, and she refused. Sho assured him of her faith, respect and esteem, but pointed out to him that in every way possible since tho trial sho had striven to avert the declaration which sho frankly confessed she could not but foresee. He was forced to admit this,, and could no longer press her for reasons, since she had plainly discouraged his suit. Yet it was hard—very hard. . If I thought I had secured an eggist whom I could trust, and in fancied security I bought and ate the eggs of his haughty hens, many of whcaa are game, ami paid a big price for them, knowing that there had been no scandal connected with them for many generations back, and then I should find that I had been duped, and that it was not true, or that there was a strain of Plymouth Rock or a doable yolker mesalliance which, had been hushed up by tho press, or that the dealer, in whom I had trusted as thoroughly exclusive, prostituting his business and hiSiair name by selling the same eggs to tho vulgar herd, the low, coarse people who are not wealthy enough to run an account and then get mat of paying it, the canaille, the sans culottes and sans finger bowls, who laugh when they feel like it, and weep when they aro sad, and who otherwise demean themselves, I would almost give up the fight and ask some kind friend to take me out behind the barn and knock me in the head. "And have you other letters from Capt. Rawlins?" "He will ask you, Mabel, as I shall not be visible, and von must accept. If you will wail: over tliera ana Uaclt witti Mr. Hearn, I will go; otherwise I shall have a splitting headache and be confined to my room." "Many, sir, but this was the last," was tho almost tremulous answer; "he was killed within the week that followed."PRACTICING. Again there was a ripple of applause in the crowded court, which brought Lawler, angry and protesting, to his feet. Silence restored, he presently read aloud the nest question from a slip handed liiin by Mr. Hearn, which he slowly jmted on the sheet before him: And Brent was convalescing rapidly, but between the ladies of the Lane, Brodie, Cross and Graves households stood in danger of being killed with kindness. There was just the least little spark of jealousy among the women of the infantry because it was to a comparative stranger that he should have revealed his identity, and by her be brought to the front at so supremo a moment. But it was Miss Marshall who had" been greatly interested in his case from the very night of his mishap, and she and Mrs. Lane had been most kind and assiduous in their attentions to him during his days of suffering. Everything was going blithely at the post, but for the sadnes3 that seemed to have clouded one young soldier's life, et with impunity aa regards skating. I do not'know what a handicap is, neither do I care. Mr. Weeks can wear such clothes as he looks best in, but when it comes to skating I take up the gauntlet on behalf of Staten Island, the hotbed of athletic sports, where firemen are not allowed sufficient beer money to make an ordinary fire any object at all. "And you are?"  "Malcolm Brent Rawlins, his son." "How utterly absurd, Portia! Everybody expects himtoescortyou. Noother man in this post will ask you so long as he is here. It is ;v foregono conclusion that Mr. Ilearn will." and for tho anxious look on Mabel Lane's face when Portia was asked for, a? Portia oftei was. "Teaching children all the fall and winter was telling on her," wrote an old school friend, and when April came she was reported ill, though her own letters made no mention of it. The family would move to their country seat in a week, and she would be so glad, sho said, to see the trees and birds again. CHAPTER XVII. "What do you know with regard to the amounts charged against the accused on the books presented before this court and alleged to be unpaid?" ml him 'by two stalwart ft "That is why I want you to go with him. If I go it will bo with Maj. Kenyon." And then Miss Marshall took the flushed, perplexed, but lovely face of her hostess between her slender hands and kissed it. "Mabel, I must not go with Mr. Ilearn. Some day I'll tell you why." And then she ran to her room. I will accept the challenge to a limited extent only. I am getting along in years myself, but still read fine print, though preferring editorials and display ads. I am an American by. birth, and remember very well the fight between Heeur.n and Sayers; also Lydia E. Pinkham—was kissed by her as a child. I can saw a cord of wood in a given time, and look forward to a pleasing immortality beyond the grave. "I know that they were paid long ago. I heard the story of the whole transaction from the lips of Capt. Rawlins himself."It is a full minute before she recovers, even partially, either breath or sell [Dossession. Then she holds forth her hand, and he assists her to rise. "Hearsay evidence," promptly interrupted the judge advocate, rapping on the table. When ho heard of tho charges against Lieut. Hearn, and of the outrageous falsification of tho«.'viw, Schonberg, his determination to conceal his name was at last overcome, and to Miss Marshall and to Dr. Ingersoll he told his story. His father's sudden and lamentable death at the hands of the Apaches had left him no alternative but to make over to his sister every cent that had been hoarded up and set aside for his education—every cent that was his by the old soldier's will—and then, leaving with her the little box that contained tho captain's papers and letters, and quitting college he went-to New York and enlisted, choosing the infantry service rather than the cavalry, because his father's old friends and associates were mainly in the latter, and though he had seen none of them since his boyhood days, he thought recognition not impossible, and ho determined to make his own way and owe nothing to any man. "I'm glad Uo camo to us," said old Kenyon. "I'd do pretty much anything to see him in any other profession, but as he is bound to bo a soldier Til do all I can to place 'candidate' alongside his name on our muster roll, and then it would be just my luck to find him commissioned in the cavalry." "Tell me, indeed! I know too well," was tho almost tearful answer. "You are prouder, far prouder, than I ever was." The first of May had _ come. The lovely suburbs of a bustling city were shrouded in the richest, freshest green. The sweet breath of tho early summer, laden with tho perfume of lilac and honeysuckle and of myriad blossoms, was sighing through the foliage of a park of grand old trees and rippling the surface of a grassy lawn. Robin and bluebird, oriole and crested woodpecker flashed and flitted through the sunshine, now splashing in the basin of the fountain, now chasing each other in chattering glee through tho slanting light and shadow. The drone of beetle and hum of dragon fly fell soothingly on the drowsy ear. Lane simply could not understand. "Is thero any ono else?" he wrote to Mabel, and Mabel said sho waa sure there was not; but she was equally sure Georgia meant no. Mabel herself was even more perplexed than the captain, since Georgia had gently but resolutely forbidden any further mention of tho subject between them. And now, with the utter inconsistency of her sex, pretty Mrs. Lane was all eagerness to discover and demolish the barrier to a match which a month ago she would have opposed because it seemed inevitable. "But Schonberg's written acknowledgment and this letter of Capt. Rawlins will not be so considered," answered the witness respectfully, and bending forward be placed on the judge advocate's table a little package of papers. Tho court room was hushed. Even the pencils of the correspondents were arrested. Every eye in all the throng was on the pale face of the young corporal. Members of the court had whirled around in their chairs so aa to look full upon the new witness. Old Kenyon, with lifted spectacles, brimming over with eagerness and excitement, was fidgeting on his chair. Pretty Mrs. Lane, all smiles, was keeping her fan in lively yet noiseless play. Georgia Marshall's heavily fringed lids were drooping over her downcast eyes; but the soft, summer * fabric of her dress rose and fell upon her bosom like tho billows of an unquiet sea. She was seated where every word of the witness could reach her ears, but no longer so near the little table where sat tho calm young soldier whose trial had nearly reached an end. There was no longer need of counsel for tho accused; yet his eyes time and again glanced yearningly at her. trawler was the nrst to speak. He dandled the papers contemptuously as he glanced them over: "This is not the welcome 1 should give you. Shall we go( to the house?" But even as she asks and her eyes glance nervously, shyly, up into his face, she knows he will accept no invitation that will peril this tete-a-tete. She sees how the lines have deepened in his frank, soldierly face, and that a sadness not all of his recent bereavement has left its traces there. She would lead him from the shaded grove to the parlor, where the lamps are already beginning to twinkle, but he will not budge one step. Ho stands confronting her And so, though elio gained her point for the timo being, though Hearn had to offer his services to Mrs. Lace when ho called and could not see Miss Marshall, though Mabel went on that moody young gentleman's arm and Miss Marshall followed with her stanch friend the major—Hearn raging with jealous pain the while—tho timo camo when she found her precaution of no avail. Mr. Hearn was too much in earnest, too deenlv in love, to be longer held at bav. "Mrs. Lane," he stammered at last, as they were walking home late at night, "I must speak to Miss Marshall. Surely you know why. Have I not your good wishes? Will vou not help me?" How could Mabel" Lane refuse? Once the gate waa reached she bade both men come in, though Miss Marshall would have dismissed tho major; and then slipping from tho parlor along the hallway to the dining room she left Miss Marshall to entertain her guests, while with nervous hands she set forth wine, and then presently called Kenyon, iis though toner aid. He came instantly, and Miss Marshall would have followed, but Hearn was too quick and sprang before her to tho doorway. For threefour minutes, nervously, incoherently, Mrs. Lane strove to keep up a laughing chat with the bulky major; but he, too. saw the ruse as he sipped his wine, and neither was practiced in the art of dissembling.Suddenly Hearn's footsteps, quick and firm, were heard in the hallway, the front door closed with sudden bang, and without a word to his hostess he was gone. Mrs. Lane's heart sank within her. Conversation was at an end. Kenyon stood for an instant in awkward silence. Then Miss Marshall's skirts were heard as she fairly rushed up the stairs, .and the major took himself off as quickly as a clumsy man could effect an escape. An instant later Mabel Lane stood at Georgia's door. It was closed. I hereby agree to skate with Mr. Weeks from 500 to i ,500 miles in an easterly direction, from any point he may select on Long or Staten Island, with bare knuckles to a finish. I also challenge him or any other skater from 70 years of age upward to skate backward up the rain water pipe of the Chicago Auditorium for gate money and the championship of the world. I will also agres to challenge Mr. Weeks or any other gentleman of his ago to compete with me in delineating on the ice four pages of Sanscrit which I will select. Again, how am I to know that the eggs are lain—yes, lain—on the day before? Is each hen to be provided with a Then camo a joy in which Mrs. Lane tor the time being forgot her perplexities, vapt. r reo ooiainea a seven days' leave from the regiment and flew as straight to her arms as a circuitous railroad route "No! I have come solely to see you. Is there any reason why we cannot stay here a moment?'" And she can think o£ none. Oh, what infamous fate that he should have found her weeping—bathed in tears! The court Had finished its labors and gone. The correspondents had gone, bat presumably only to renewed labors. The various journals throughout the northwest that had so confidently predicted the summary dismissal of the offending lieutenant were now in a somewhat difficult position. They had started in to prove tli# officer a blackguard and the private a martyr; the result was exactly the opposite, and the problem was now how to get out of the pickle. To the average man, soldier or civilian, the consciousness of having publicly wronged a fellow being would have proved a source of distress so deep that nothing short of retraction as public and apology as far reaching as the affront would satisfy the offender. But. in its Jovelike attitude as censor of the morals and manners of the people, the press has no such qualms -of conscience. fantrymen. The little knot of Jerseys browsing in the paddock down the eastward slope huddled together sleepily in a shaded corner. The tennis court was deserted, the mallets lay sprawled about the croquet ground, and a pair of Maltese kittens that had been scampering about playing hide and seek among the currant bushes, seemed at last overcome by the langorous spell ia which all nature was hushed, and with the confidence of kittenhood proceeded to clamber into the slowly swinging hammock, hung well back in the shade, wherein was reclining the one human being visible in the entire picture—a tall girl with big dark eyes and a wealth of somber braids of hair—a gill whose soft cheeks were almost as thin and pale as the slender white hands loosely clasping an open letter that lay in her lap. And it was this that the foremost pussy, after clambering by swift springs up the pathway afforded by the trailing white skirts, now impatiently pawed to cno 6ide and curled herself up in its place; there she was promptly joined by her playmate. Slowly the thin white hand was lifted and gently stroked the fur of th9 pretty, graceful creature. I also challenge the world to compete with me in skating on the ice an ornamental poem' from Browning, which I shall select: also decorating margins of same with fancy scroll work, turtledoves engaged in trysting at springtide; also eagle with Grseco-Rouian beak and Spencerian pretzels in his tail feathers. I will also agree to skate on more parts of myself at one and the same time than any other man between tho ages of 70 and 75 years respectively. could carry him. Ho greeted Miss Marshall as cordially :is ever, but he did not call her Portia as he had intended, because Mabel warned him in a letter that it served to revive associations which were not all joyous. "I called her Portia long beforo she met Mr. Hearn," was Lane's stout reply; "but if she doesn't like it, that's enough." Maj. Kenyon was bidden to dinner the evening of his homecoming, and of course many of the garrison people happened in, and so thero was nothing but general chat But two evenings later, when the major was sitting in the big armchair and discoursing on some of his favorite hobbies, ho broached anew the matter of Judge Hearn's letter urging his son to quit the service. "1 hardly thought to see you at all, especially after—the great—sorrow of your father's death," 6he falters, her heart leaping and bounding despite her effort to be calm "I am taking mother north," he answers simply "It was a cruel blow to her and a liar J one to me. It wait all over before 1 conld get homo. Mother will spend the summer with her sister on the St. Lawrence, but she has to rest in Cincinnati until to-morrow night I left her with old friends this afternoon and came out here to find yon. I must go back this evening And now hare you no word of welcome for me? Did you not know that I would come, loving you as I do?" I will challenge any man of twice my own weight and age to skate tho score of the opera of II Trovatore backward, together with scroll work and ornamental swan at top, wearing donghnnt wings and beautiful full arm movement pantalettes.THE NEW DRIVER. rubber dating stamp, and between her glad cackles of welcome to the newly discovered egg will she stamp the date, hour and all, in purple ink? Or must we trust to the honor of one who courts the patronage of people who can be worked by the simplest tyro in crookedness? But if there was excitement at Ryan, just fancy the feelings of the officers and men in the Eleventh, now 200 miles away in the Indian Territory, when the letters came detailing the events of the last day of that court martial—Schonberg's exposure, Brent's unveiling, Welsh's disgrace, Hearn's undoubted acquittal, Lawler put to confusion and fight, and Georgia Marshall the heroine of the whole thing! "These are of no earthly account— mere forgeries possibly. One only purports to be a duplicate, anyhow." For purse of $5,000 and funeral expenses I will agree to skate across Lake Victoria Nyanza as soon as tho ice shall be suitable for that purpose. I also will accept a handicap of twenty rods for each mile, or anything else that is not too indigestible. "Duplicate of what, sir? The court will be glad to look at those papers when you are through with them," said CoL Grace. Vanity is the open avenue to the parses of people who are otherwise lucid at times. Make them believo that your rates are a little high in order to keep away tho people who get right down and sweat* (instead of perspiring in a genteel way) and you get a great manyj of them. Th£y are most all susceptible if you go at it right. As one eminent journalist expressed it, "Of course wo are sorry wo are misled somewhat, but we can't take back what has been said; that injures the paper." And of course as between injuring the paper and injuring the man it is the man who must suffer. Another gifted editor, in whose eyes no benefit was quite to be compared with free advertising, expressed himself as considering that "That young fellow really ought to feel very much obliged to us; nine-tenths of the people might never have heard of him at all if it hadn't been for this." And he spoke in all seriousness."Have you never heard Hearn's answer, major?" said Lane. "He read it to me before sending it, and I thought it so good that I kept a copy. Here it is." What answer can she make? Her head is drooping low, her hands are clasped together, her bosom heaving, her breath fluttering away, and yet how wild a joy, how exquisite a hope is throbbing in her heart of hearts! '.'1 object to their introduction as evidence, in any event, and protest against their admission here. What possible business can a corporal of infantry be having with the private papers of a deceased officer, anyway? Where did yoq knoyr the late Qapt. Rawlins—even supposing that he did write that letter?" •' " 'A Daniel come to judgment; ay, a Daniel,'" quoth Martin, as Lane read aloud Mabel's enthusiastic description of what 6he teftned the "trial scene." "The whole regiment sends heartfelt congratulations to Hearn and love to Portia," was the telegram that came flashing back to Mrs. Lane. Morris lost no time in dictating a diplomatic message to his absent subaltern, expressive of his desire to welcome him back to duty after so complete a vindication. But Morris felt very ill at ease, and waa not surprised that no answer was vouchsafed. He retired to his tent, and was not seen for some hours after learning of Brent's identity. Hiss Marshall was sitting at the table under the bright lamp as Lane began to read. Mabel noticed that she leaned forward, shading her eyes with her hand. The following bona fide letter, with the name slightly suppressed. is givec merely to show that good help can always be had in America if one goes at it in the right way. The right name is not Earnest Pernambr.co, but I do not wish to use the real name, fearing that some one else may seek to decoy my new coachman from me before I can get him home: "Georgia"—he speaks impulsively, his deep voice trembling—"you made me accept your answer then and bear my bitter disappointment without a word, but I have borne it too long now Had you been at the other end of the world 1 must have followed you, for the longing to see your dear face, to hear your voice, to look into your glorious eyes, has overmastered me time and again. 1 had to come, and now I will hear what it is that stands between us. God knows my love and honor have been yours a long long year. God knows there can be no content or joy for me if your answer be final You have bound my life in yours. You won my whole heart, my deepest gratitude. No; you cannot check me by impatient gesture now You must hear. You told me there was no other man. Is that true?" "It is a holidav for us. isn't it. Fluffvkin? murmured the girL "The children and doggy both gone, and it's almost time for us to bo thinking of tea—tea all alone. There's the whistle of the sunset train now." The smith who shod my justly cele-. brated, hov.-.e Two Strike last summer charged me a dollar extra, "because it was a gintleman's job, your honor, and the same kind of work and price that I do for the gin try that lives on your terrace, beggin' your honors pardon." A friend of mine was charged $5 a visit by a physician who had generally a charge of $2 per visit, as my friend knew. My neighbor kicked, and spoke quite firmly aud holly to the doctor, refusing to pay the bill. "Why," said the physician, "I certainly never had any complaint before, and I .always charge $5 a "Portia," she called, ij low. pleading tones, "Portia, mayn't I come in?" "I have thought it all over, my dear father. The offer you mako me is one for which I thank you with all my heart. Few men could quit the service under better auspices, or return to a home more loved or friends more loving, and yet—I cannot. Ten years of my life, perhaps the best ten, have been spent in a profession which with every year presents new fields, new studies and new requirements. I have worked honestly, have won friends and, in all modesty may say, a good name. Admitting all you writo of this recent attempt of the papers to blacken it, my friends here tell me that it but proves the strength of my record that even concerted newspaper assaults could not harm me in the eyes of right thinking people. "Any question on that score the court may choose to ask I will answer," was the reply, with quiet self possession. "But I can swear to the genuineness of both papers." For a moment no answer at all. "Georgia, dear, do speak to me At last a quick, impetuous step; the door was thrown open. All was darkness, but as Mrs. Lane entered with outstretched arms there came a low, almost wailing voice from the bedside: "Oh, Mabel, Mabel, how could you?" For a moment the wooded slopes on both sides of the valley echoed to the rattle of the incoming cars, the sharp hiss of steam, the distant sound of voices at the little station down the winding village street, arched over with rustling foliage. Then the clang of the bell and the hurrying engine again pushed northward, impatient of delay. A few light carriages and pony phaetons came driving swiftly by; a few of the occupants waved hand or handkerchief to the reclining figure in the hammock, but far more passed by on the other side without a sign or token, and presently silence and solitude again settled down upon the shaded lawn, and the last rays of the westering sun kissed the tree tops good night and slowly died away. jenuauy 16, Pi Capt. Thorp had already possessed himself of the duplicate receipt, and after a brief glance tossed it over to the opposite member. Of course the correspondents themselves had long sinco seen the inevitable results, and had duly prepared their respective papers for the crash. Some of these journals promptly dropped the matter at once and for all as no longer worthy of attention; others transferred their assaults from the array of lieutenants to the array of courts martiaL Others still, too deeply committed to extricate themselves, threw open their columns to any damaging story affecting the army which their correspondents could fabricate; and those papers which made any reference to the facts elicited before tho court did so in the smallest type, but head lined the item in sarcastic or explosive big capitals. Norway Herkimer CO X Y mr Bill Nye seein your leter in the new york weekly world and t.hlnkin that you mite wish to employ a hand to do some of your arents I thaUt I wood aply before enyone elce had taken tho job I wish to know it you wished to imploy a man that is 63 years old and an oldo crippel but can walk with out a cano Bein disabeld in one arme can drive a jentel horse if desired to but dont know eny thing about the city of new york tho I have been thar for a few days I did not get eny aquanted with tho streats or numbers of lots but think I cood drive if tho lady now whare she wood like to go I wish to liavo good bord and good logins this means a good bed to rest on after a days work don arents or driven do you think I can get a place to drive for a lady or do arents some say that 1 am good lookin but I dont wis.li to say eny thing on this subject pleas if thar n chance in form mo yonrs with respects Kahxest Pkrnambuco. "Schonberg, without a doubt," he whispered. CHAPTER XVIII. Meantime, just when one would suppose that all was plain sailing, balmy breezes, sun kissed wavelets, etc., just when nothing should have stood in the way of Mr. Hearn's rejoicing with all his hebrt, and just when the course of his true love ought to have been smooth and sweet, the very imp of perversity seemed to have suddenly developed in Georgia Marshall's breast, and she who had done so much to clear his name of "the clouda that lowered over" it, and had for two weeks been the young soldier's most valued friend and ally, now most unaccountably held aloof andfairiy shunned his society. She met him only in a crowd. She simply would not meet him alone. On one pretext or another she avoided him, and poor Hearn, wounded, utterly unable to account for this sudden change, utterly incapable of fathoming a woman's whim, was now plunged in the depths of a distress exceeding that from which he had just emerged. She had rescued him Meantime, old Grace had received and was conning over the other, which he suddenly lowered and looked in amaze at the calm face of the witness, then handed it to Maitland, who read, started, and gazed too. So you see that on a certain street, with a house that has brown stone trimmings, you innft expect to pay a little inoro for vonr exclusiveness, and also buy your eggs cf a man whoso hens eat blue points and olives and have never scratched for a living. visit on your terrace." "I know this hand, sir. I know it as that of an old and valued friend," said Maitland, with lips that quivered perceptibly. "I could almost swear to its "Perfectly," she answers proudly "And yet you would not listen to me. You would not be my wife." "I love the duties. I am deeply attached to many of my comrades. I can be a very fair Eoldier, and might only make a very poor lawyer. For these reasons I think I ought to stand where I But there is still another reason. "You forget it was just after the trial. You seemed to think you owed me such a world of gratitude; aud—do not men sometimes mistake gratitude for love?" Will some kind reader put me onto a good butcher whom I can rely npon, and who will furnish mo with an aristocratic liver fresh from the interior of some well known animal whoso death cast a gloom over the en tiro community? Some butcher who gets. Ills tripe from the American Herd book and his sausage wrappers and fillers from the Guelplis or the Napoleons? As it is now I am eating the unknown lunis and ill begotten side pork of a man who does not know that there ever was such a swollen, un-American, unmasculine, falsetto voiced and unreached ass from away up the brook as Ward McAllister. genuineness myself. It is probably one of the last letters the dear old  ~ ever wrote, and it is to his boy at college. Here, Thorp, you read it aloud." And, though Lawler would have protested, protest was useless. Thorp arose, clicking his heels together as though on drill, and in a voice that was audible all over the big room, read: Fobt Graham, N. M., June 14, 188-. My Dear Malcolm—It seemshardly possible that three week* ago I was with you under the elms of the old campus listening to college and seeing the glad faces of yourclaismates—as man 1y a set of young fellows as it was ever my lot to meet—and now here I am again in harness under • blazing sun, with arid, sandy wastes on every side, and not a leaf that is not shriveled by the fierce rays. I find the old post much as I left it; but I go over to San Carlos In a day or two on court martial duty, and so am writing my letters to-night. In the first place you will be glad to know that the gold leaves are in sight. If all goes well I Miall become major of i he Seventh and be or dered eastward within the next six months. Then I shall (It out my quarters in cozy style, and as soon as Mamie has finished her next year at mar dame's she shall come and keep house for iqe and turn the heads of the youngsters. Yet I do not want her to marry in the army, any more than I want you to enter it. Think of it, Halcolm, for twenty-five years now have I followed the standard, and if anything were to take me away what have I to leave you and May? Little or nothing. "Surely there should be another letter from Mabel to-night; this one is a week old now," said Portia. But, old as it was, there seemed one page which deserved re-reading, and the white hands sought and found the letter and lifted it before her eyes: P O I should want $10 dolara a month  bord and login and waahia yours truly E. P. The Palladium, or rather its editorial head, when explaining matters to a knot of men at the club, quietly justified the course of kin paper by saying: "We did not send Mr. Abrams there at alL He had gone to Central City on some personal business of his own, to look into some property, and while there this Mr. Schonberg, a wealthy, prominent, and, as we Ruposed, reputable business man, told him about the offensive manners of the officers to the people, and offered to prove that they would be insulted and ostracised if they Ventured to visit the garrison: and Abrams got warmed up and telegraphed to the managing editor that ho was 'on to a good thing,' and bo wo wired him to go ahead." But a junior member of the editorial staff frankly admitted that he, in common with other journalists, had for sixteen years been "laying" for a chance, as he expressed it, to get in n good whack at the young West Pointer, and here they thought they had it. aiii, "Oh, heaven!" he interrupts her impetuously, his hands outstretched. " Yoa do not mean you doubted me, Georgia? If that were your reason is it not banished now? Look—look up into my eyes, my darling, and tell me, if yon dare, that it is gratitude, not deep and fervent love, 1 offer you. Nay, you shall see." And before she could retreat his strong, trembling hands had seized her drooping head, and between them her face, with its dark, lustrous, swimming eyes, with cheeks still tear wet, yet burning with blushes chasing each other to her very brows, her soft red lips quivering and trembling at the dimpled corners—all— all now lifted to his worshiping gaze; and she can repel no longer. One swift glance, and if ever vestige of doubt remained it vanished then and there. No woman on earth could have looked into his eyes and denied the love that burned within them—all her own, all her own. exkuse all bad spelin or liten "Father, when I bound myself to the United States as a cadet I received at the hands of the uation a schooling such as I could get at no other institution in the world, and was molded by the nation for its sen-ice. If in after years 1 found myself better fitted to serve in some other way, then there might be excuse for tendering a resignation. But when I feel and know that I am far more soldier than I can ever be anything else, it all the more convinces me that my efforts belong now and for a lifetime to tho nation that trained me and that 1 have sworn to serve. In me fancy I can see meself trying to get from the Cortlaudt street ferry to Forty-second street station on three wheels to catch a train, with Earnest on the box and a tamarack pole under the axletree of the off corner of our coach, while I hold in my lap the dished and disheveled nice red wheel which now looks like a countryman's character after one session in the New York legislature. For a minute she xras held in cloxc em- brace. When it wiis generally understood around Fort Ryan the following afternoon that Mr. Hearn had taken the first train and gone after the regiment early that morning people were somewhat surprised. Along toward sunset the ladies began to think it time somebody went to call at tho Lanes' and see why it was tha* neither Mrs. Lane nor Miss Marshall had been abroad during the day. Incidentally, too, it might be jDossible to find out whether congratulations were in order. Nobody could account for the sudden departure of the lieutenant. Kenyon knew of it of course, but to all questions would only reply, as though in surprise: "Mr. Hearn has been gone a week now, and we miss him sadly. He had almost made his homo here with us during the winter, and rarely spent an evening anywhere else. His father's death seems to have been very sudden, and it was a great shock. Ho has a month's leave, with permission to apply for an extension. Georgia — Portia—I could say so much, so very much, if you would only listen. If you would only release me from that promise! I was thinking but yesterday how I blessed tho day that my pride broke down and gave me Fred and happiness. Sometimes I cannot but think that only pride—foolish, unwarrantable pride—stands between you and a life as blessed as my own." Oh yes, Earnest, we can show you the streets, but we cannot show you how to sit up straight along West street or Fulton street or lower Broadway and look like an ice cream Joseph wliilo the rum nosed driver of a load of loud smelling green hides and pelts peels the nice paint off your carriage and cnrscs yoa iu low discord cut tones. You could also run up "arents" for us, but you must get yourself out of the Foundling asylum, and the dead letter office, and the Old vVoman's borne iF you get lost. 1 cannot agree to go in search of my beautiful Earnest among the brothels and such things which are the bane of our growing town. You must bo home nights, Earnest, and wash off the cow and put neatsfoot oil on your boots against the coming of the morrow. from the toils only to plunge him into worse entanglement. It was the fourth day after the adjournment of the court when Maj. Kenyon came to Mr. Hearn's rooms with a telegram just received from division headquarters, and found that young gentleman dejectedly reading a long letter in the handwriting of Judge Hearn, his father. Kenyon had grown to know it well. "Released from That means you can go and join the regiment as soon as you like. What does the judge say now?" "The dear ones at home know me best, it is true. Tho class in whose supposed interests I have been so unjustly assailed, it is also true, is very different from that in which wo movo. But, in the broad light of a soldier's duty, neither the love of the one nor tho unreasoning hate of the other should swerve me. The hardest knocks a soldier has to bear come sometimes from tho very men. whom he is sworn to defend. You would not have me yield because of a stinging wound or two, nor would I be worthy of your name if I faltered now. It is my belief that, despite apparent apathy, thero is still north or south a place in the hearts of the people for every soldier who seeks faithfully to serve them, and in that faith—God helping me—I shall follow the old flag to the end." Surplus.ige. Telegraph Clerk' (reading over telegram)—-"To Mrs. (J rabbet, Margate. Hear—with—grief—death—of — Aunt— Judith. — Will —in—our- -favor.'' Two words too many. sir. "Speak to me. Georgia. Do you behave me now?" "Go? Why, of course ho went! What else would you oxpect of a man like Hearn? He was all ready to join his regiment—why shouldn't ho go?" "Yes," she whispers, and her face would have hidden itself but for those strong hands again. Air. G.—Eh? O'ar-eli?—um—ma! Ob, well, look lu-re! Cut out "with grief!" —London Ti Impatiently the letter was hurled upon the grass, and, half turning, Georgia buried her wan face on her arm. Of what was she thinking? Surely those wero hot tears trickling through the long white fingers; 6urely there was little evidence of stubborn pride in the abandonment of that silent, lonely sorrow. All day she had been at leisure, tho family and children away in town, and, though neither her duties had been very onerous nor the trials of her new position very great, sho had drooped all winter long, u This was the first real day of rest; yet, with all its sweetness and sunshine, had it not been full of tears?— full of vague unrest and longing? And now even the sunshine was going, and the gloaming was slowly settling down upon the valley. Meantime the record had gone to department headquarters for the action of the general commanding, and Lawler went with it to tight the case to the last. There was not a soul at Ryan that did not know that, though the lips of the court were sealed, the finding had been "not guilty" on every possible specification. All Lawler could hope to do now was to persuade the general to pick the proceedings to pieces and rasp the court in his review of the case; but even this proved futile. The general, it seemed, would do nothing of the kind; it was even hinted that he rasped Lawler for the very one sided investigation that be made at the outset. "And you have no love to give in return?"Bits "Read that page," was the answer, as Hearn placed the letter in the major's hand. And with knitted brows Kenyon read as follows: Even if you wero to turn over your modest share Still, as Mr. Hearn had not said a word about going, even when questioned the night before, every woman at Ryan felt sure there was somo sudden reason, and equally sure that Miss Marshall, if sho only would, could tell it. Very probably the first callers'fully expected to be told that Miss Marshall was not well and begged to bo excused. That would have settled the matter to their entire satsfaction. But, on tho contrary, Miss Marshall, looking every bit as fresh and cool and animated as ever, came tripping lightly down the stairs the moment they were announced. She perfectly well knew that they would be coming, A little silvery beam is peeping through the foliage now. The kittens, forgotten, are rolling over each other in mad frolic at their very feet The last chirp of drowsing bird has died away. The silence of the sweet summer night has fallen on all surrounding nature, yet he can hardly hear her whisper  "You never asked it—until now." "But it is mine, really? Georgia, tell me," he implores. "It has been—all yours ever since the night I heard your letter—ever since you wrote that you would follow the old flag to the end." Mrs. Pi iti.-u—I'm afraid you won't do. As nearly aa I c an find out yon liavo worked jri six ofr eijr'nt places during the past year. lli'fcrcncfs I^xclumgeil, to her, as you so gayly spoke of doing, and enlisting in hopes of winning a commission she would not have more than enough to keep her from want, though so long as your Aunt Eleanor lives she will never be in need of a home. Ah, well, Clod spare me a little longer! I so pray to live to see you both happily settled before I am called hence. "And now again I urge upon you, my son, the step I eo earnestly counseled in my last. Maj. Kenyon's telegram just received says that your acquittal is assured and that your vindication is triumphant. This I felt would be the case. But what reparation have you for the wrongs and insults heaped upon you by the northern press? What proportion of the people who have had you portrayed to them as a low bully, a drunken brute, and a swindler will ever know the contrary? What paper that has vilified you will have the decency or tho courage, And yon cannot Bit in the box with us at the opera unless you have an extra pair of boots aside from those you do your chores in, Earnest. Miss .ulary Mahdiijr—Huh! And how minny gir-r-tls has yuresilf had in the samc toiiiK? No lias, I'm t'inktn'.—Puck. After our talk I cannot but hope that you will see how little there is to look forward to in the career of a soldier in our service—in peace times, of course. But if the longing prove too great I will not stand in your way. The life has its attractions. You will never have stancher or truer friends than those who wear the blue. But it has Its trials and perils outside of those encountered in the field. I told you of the case of young Mr Hearn, as fine a soldier as there is in the regiment today, yet he was weU nigh mined through foiling into thSLtemda aMhe Jennrhen young and "By Jupiter!" said Kenyon, as he sprang to his feet and strode excitedly up and down tho room, "isn't that enough to make ouo damn the liberty of tho pres3, to think that a month ago it was holding -up that fine fellow for everything that was low and contemptible! Miss Marshall, if I were— Why, she's gone!" You shall have as good board as I do, Earnest, except that I generally get the first whack at the porterhouse steak, because I am riot real well and I have to be careful of myself. As for ''logins," you will sleep in the most desirable rooms over the harness room, and the smell of new mowu hay, and the drowsy coo of the Shanghai, and the Plymouth Rock, and the Polled Angus, and Thoughtless, to Say the Least. At the milliner's: "Do von think, Hans, deir. that this hat suits the color of my hair?". '•I don't seo tlujt that makes any difference. Kit tioesp't suit this color you can wear it with another one of your wigs to-morrow. "-i-Fliogende Blatter, THK KXD. For two days following the adjournment of the court Fcrt Ryan was fairly The Aehley Kr. of L. shoe factory company has declared an 11 per cent, dividend. Far over tho eastern heights the sil- J*