Pittston Gazette

              V ESTABLISHED I8!D0. • VOL. X LIII. NO. Hi. I Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Vi lley. IMTTSTON. H'/EUNK CO.. P.V., FRIDAY, .IULY 21, 18 1'J A Weekly Local and Family Journal. A NVMP1I OF THE WEST spirit, lashing it small cedar with her ruling whip in her embarrassment. "I knew all the while we should find him at some farmhouse. But I certainly think, Hal," she added, glancing down at Cynthia, who, with lowered crest, had been caressr ing her fawn and lavishing tender solicitude upon the solemn Aulus ever since the ladies' arrival—"I certainly think you are very exclusive in regard to your And with a gesture of utter bewilderment and disgust she disappeared in the kitchen. and lack of repose that seemed to I fC 11 r picioned thct gal to hov designs oa my futur' state and reckoned I'd give her a bint thct I was onto it. 'Sal,' sez I, 'ye can't hev my scalp nohow, much as ye admire it.' Sue li ver bed much to say "Rather a dangerous one to interfere with, though," commented- Mrs. Kernochan, with a gesture indicative of his revolvers, contrasting strangely with the suggestion of the troubadour at his back. r.TLL NYE'S VISITOR. tiere is a ooy wno wnten me on a postal card, notwithstanding the ruling in the Thirty-fifth Massachusetts Reports in Bingham versus Hingham, page 305 —viz, that correspondence purported to have been carried on by means of postal cards is not admissible as evidence, the court having dismissed the case with costs because the evidence hung upon matter written on a postal card. He reminds me of you, Thurber, in the way he reprimands his superiors and snubs them and sauces them by postal card for laxness in sending two autographs at once—one for himself, I presume, and one for the cigars: eloquently, "Detain me. if you please:'' Bruce was swift in his deductions. II - took pity on the fluttering waif. This time it rested confidingly in both his own. But the face buried in the fnr of the antelope wtis very restless, as if endeavoring to bore its way into the fawn's innermost emotions, and after Iiumiy J will you That picturesque banquet under the good live oaks was long remembered by guests and host. The details of the memorable repast are not strictly a part of this veracious chronicle. We are not called upon to record how Cynthia arrayed herself in her most gossamer robes with a view to paralyzing the faultless Edith and presided at the upper end of the festive board, flanked on either side by the patient Aulus and the mischievous fawn; how the great turkey was served in a tremendous dish iDan, it happening that there was no other utensil at the ranch sufficiently large to afford him accommodation; how the last drops of the extra proof whisky which Sheriff Mosely had donated were lavishly poured to crown the cups of cheering eggnog that passed from guest to guest, and how, above the heads of the merry revelers, the hardy Texan oaks bent ever with a sturdy sympathy and showered their bounty on that rural feast, dispensing a perennial benison of sprays and withered leaves that lent the affair, in the words of Mrs. Phil Kernochan, "a addressed by this tin By HOWAED SEELY. exhibited tlii! cus- WILLIAM WRITES FEELINGLY OF A MERRY LITTLE MOUNTAIN MAID. r alacrity in alcoholic niat- to mo arter thet "They don't tally very well together, that's a fact!" said Ike, glancing down, "but I'm equally prepared now, you see, for peace or war. Well, goodby, ladies. I must be off. It's a long ride yet to Oskaloo. Come, boys!" and baring his bald brow in a sweeping salutation the sheriff was off to the gate with his quick, nervous stride. [Copyrighted, IBS, by I). Appleton Co. f'utvlli-liett by 6ptCciul arruiiguuient with U.C m. j out a hand more or ntl "tetters" for "To change the subject somewhat, gentlemen, from the fair sex to more vital interests,:' put in Henry Bruce, "1 fear your labors are not yet over. I surprised Lem Wickson and his gang this morning engaged in their old pastime oi hog hunting on my range. The hogs they were shooting belonged to Alcidet Dallas and had his road brand. They wero over by the 'soldier's water hole' on tho Twin divides." the 1 And Talks Confident hilly to Mr. Thurber. luents of this distressing conduct Cynthia's loosely gathered tresses took compassion on their owner also. Jler hair came down and wept in golden rain upon her shoulders. Her agitation now suffered an effectual eclipse. some mo ! Ib D was i a pjvppsHp&siflg object. His r i (11 down Tij/ori his coat nl was and ■that tetter From a Sixteen-year-old Wlio Re- CHAPTER VI new rtulcinea." quests an Autograph—Conjugation of the The vertical rays of noontide were beating down upon Cynthia's bower. The leafy ceiling above was bright with a thousand luminous points from the steady glare without. Now and then a cone fell or a feathery seed vessel slipped softly to the earth in the gloom of the columned aisles. The rattling notes of a banjo struck at intervals, the low murmur of voices in conversation, and above all the odor of burning tobacco, overmastering the aromatic incense of the wilds, announced the presence of visitors. They were Druce and Cynthia. Verb "Done." nntr rils v nose was gon there, but only [Copyright, 1893, by Edgar W. Nye.] in i i s to v o rifts or fissures in Jake Sharp and Humly Jim dropped down from the railing of the veranda, like a pair of rusty coated crows which had been spending the interval in quiet and gloomy communion upon some convenient fence. With bows that were phenomenal for their awkward originality they slouched away after their chief. Buck Shoals, N. C., D Arden Postoffice, July. ) After an interval of what might have been termed silent communion, during which Mr. Bruce stroked fondly the little fingers within his own, the gentleman hazarded n remark which his knowledge of the facts hardly justified. his di.-i the bridge of that It is now that everything is in full leai In this country. A young woman a trifle over 7 feet high comes to my slosh on the French Broad and sells me berries. Once my wife was away, and I did not know how wo were fixed for berries. Berries, both black and straw and rasp, are sold here at 5 cents per big quart and hulled ready for the table at that. They are good all summer. di.-iin -.ijstiii.: feature having been literall}' plowed away by a G-shooter bullet in a duel at close quarters. Melrose, 11ms., April 91. Dear Mr. Nts—1 sent to yon a letter on the 22d day of February asking for two of your autographs. I Inclosed a 2-cent stamp. Now, I do not see why I have not received a reply, I« it because you did not receive my letter, or is it because you are, as I have heard Is the cm* with all humorists, unwilling to oblige me, or is it for some other reason? Pray relievo my mind by replying and sending two autograph#. I am a boy 16 years of age and go to the high school. Yours truly, Aucx I. "Ye don't say!" said Mosely, rising upon his elbow excitedly as he received this intelligence. ''Is it possible them fellers art' in thet bus'ness yet? They must be hankerin fur a term in jail at The Post, and Leui, I reckon, is lookin forward to beiu the principal figure in one o' 1 hem 'necktie matinees' thet I've presided at more frequent lately than I hev any use fur. Leastwise thet's wot he'll liev to attend ef he keeps on with this boss ftealin." Despite the disorder of his dress, due to dust and loud riding, the small stature of the first speaker, his heavy mustache, bald forehead and nervous manner revealed Sheriff Mosely of Oskaloo. He blew the few remaining drops of spirit from his huge mustachios and tweaked "Are you so sorry 1 am going away. Cynthia?' he asked, apparently addressing the tumbled mass of golden hair. There was a leisurely adjusting of girth and stirrup at the rancho gate, a hurried scramble into the saddle and an abrupt departure. Smithareens developing some eccentricity—possibly owing to the strange burden her rider bore —called for a display of horsemanship on the part of the sheriff, which was promptly responded to with whip and spur. This incident awoke the latent humor and merriment of the two deputies. At last, with loud laughter, a clatter of hoofs and an accompanying cloud of dust the cavalcade got fairly under way. In a few moments their mounted figures were scarcely discernible amid the lengthening shadows of the valley. The disheveled locks were suddenly agitated by a tumultuous movement that was barely intelligible. Evidently their owner was nodding an assent. The young girl was seated at the base of a scarred and denuded hemlock, the light sifting through the branches above and falling fullu{Don her head and shoulders. A small banjo, showing signs of abuse and exposure ty the elouumU. lay in her lap. Occasionally she struck the strings. Half reclining at her feet and completely enveloped in the wreaths of smoke that brooded like a blue vapor in the quiet air, Bruce lay smoking. Tlie antelope fawn, its feet curled up, its velvet eyes blinking drowsily, solemn and meditative its usual, aud Aulus completed this rural quartet. them fiercely as lie dismounted You do wrong, in the first place, ia signing yourself Aleck I, or Smart Aleck I. Aleck MDCCCXCIII would be more appropriate, for I have other such postal cards. "1 reckon we better tie up till the sun gets down a little," he said to his companions. "I ain't very wellknown here, but if thet chap Kernoch;i|| is as likely a feller as his pardner, Iienry Bruce, we •won't get no slouch of a reception. Ye might give Smithareens a feed of corn " HY hare found i/om omt at. la*t!" Bruce glanced at b • "Why?" inquired Bruce, ceasing to caress the hand. "I'm too tuck (red out jest now," continued Ike, sinking back in his chaii with an air of fatigue, "and my possy ifi too badly used up to push things right away. I'll hev to enter a 'nolly proseqnv' fur tlio present. But, howsumever," said he. rising up again excitedly and laying a significant hand on his revolver, "I'll run thet Lem  down afore I'm a month older, or my name's not Mosely. Thet man is gettin on the inside track of my moral principles by his impudence, and thet's suthin I won't allow no one to do. Besides, I owe thet much to Allsides himself." A long pause. Finally the usual r ply came apparently from an inaccessible depth and accompanied by a long drawn sigh. hazel eyes that was uiuinsl reproach. Their eyes met. Edith's expression was one of defiance, but in spite of herself there stole into her dark orbs such a wistful tenderness—such a caressing fondness for the man before her—that she let their curtained fringes drop before his steadfast gaze and turned her attention to Miss Dallas. An embarrassing pause en- true picnic flavor"—all these are phases of the festivities less to be dwelt upon than imagined. But I will not try to brave it oat, Aleck. I alone am to blame. It is better to expose myself in the paper and let the whole world know what a wretch I am. I must not omit to mention, however, a musical feature of this frontier dinner. It waa at that convivial period usually indicated as "across the walnuts and the wine." The afternoon was declining. The short, bright wintry day was losing itself in pensive shadows and gray monotone. Something of the sadness of the approach of night began to fall u]Don the company when Mrs. Kernochan proposed singing, probably from a sense of this. After various ineffectual efforts to arouse the table to the attempting of a chorus she abandoned these in a personal appeal to Miss Stafford and Henry Bruce. Bruce smiled Ur himself. whether from gratification or in irony of the feminine reason did not transpire. The gentleman not venturing upon any further inquiry nor hazarding any additional endearments, the young girl suddenly sat up. " Because." afore ye come in." With this considerate suggestion for the welfare of his mare—a long limbed, gannt, ill favored roan—he unslung his revolvers from his saddle pommel and strode away to the porch, buckling on his holster belt as he went. Aleck, I was unworthy of your trust. I used the stamp you sent me. I embezzled it. I wrote to my grandmother in Wisconsin and put that Btamp on the letter. You know how times have been since. sued, "Cynthia," she heard the cordial voice of Bruce say a minute later, "this is Miss Stafford—the lady of whom I spoke as having given me the pipe. Let me make you acquainted; also with Mrs. Kernochan—my partner's wife." The afternoon sunshine was slunilx'ring on the broad veranda. A pair of Scotch greyhounds raised themselves lazily from the doorstone and barked at the stranger. The quick rustling of a woman's dress and a vision of fluttering ribbons and flying braids as she hurried into the house indicated that the fair Kate had also been surprised by the ar- A sudden breath of air dispersed the smoke, favoring the dog with a passing whiff. He sneezed violently and looked annoyed, as if the last test had been put upon liis patience. "Do you mean it?" she said, regarding him wistfully through the mist of hi t tangled tresses that streamed i,i hereyes. A Double I'roDlera. I could not write to you and tell yon what I had done. I was unable to right the great wrong or even confess it to you. Have pity on me, Aleck I, aged 10—have pity and let it go. The teacher had the arithmetic class before her, at the head of which was the grocer's boy. "Mean what?" "That vou are really goin Sheriff Mosely's righteous ontburst ol indignation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and voices as Mrs. Kernochan and Miss Stafford came out upon the veranda. The usual courtesies were exchanged, the bluff sheriff exhibiting an offhand gallantry in meeting the ladies which invariably surprised those who knew the man aiid the rough duties of his calling. F«r different was the bearing of the deputies, Jake Sharp and Huinly Ji;n, who were instantly surprised into that nneouthne3s which overtakes the uncultured male animal in the presence of beauty and refinement. They descended abruptly from their perches, executed the customary awkward salutation and theg, climbing back upon the railing from sheer embarrassment, were overcome by a painful silence and a conviction of beiugall hands "John," she asked, "if a man should buy a barrel of sugar weighing 200 pounds at 8 cents a pound and sell it at 6 cents a pound, what profit would h6 make?" "You smoke too much, Mr. Bruce," said Cynthia, waving the passing cloud from the dog's head with a compassionate hand. "£f you keep it up, 1 wouldn't wonder ef one day you got jest as homely and coffee colored as thet skull. Why don't ye quit before it gets your" The ladies exchanged salutations. Mrs. Kernochan bestowing a kindly glann; ujDou Cynthia as her admiring eyes dwelt upon the piquant face in its picturesque setting of re«l gold tresses. Cynthia's greeting was frank, but accompanied by a shy restraint that was unusual with her; Miss Stafford's disdainful and reserved. Probably her feminine appreciation of th« fact that Diana's namesake was both fascinating and pretty preceptibly lowered the temperature of her rec- "Certainly." "What, for—so as to be v illi lit r." "Soas to get home and attend to im business," Bruce replied, avoiding tin You speak harshly of humorists. That does not concern me. Your cold stab* per postal card fall harmlessly on nj massive skull. When you revile the farmer, I writhe and squirm, bat your attacks on the humorist do me good. Hop on 'em, Aleck! They deaerv* it. They would be improved by It. Write them on the back of a postal card frequently. But go easy on us fanners. You cau have no idea, Aleck, what • shrinkage there has been in values. It applies to everything. A week ago I had a World's fair watermelon! Yesterday I went down to gloat over it. It had shrunk to a little dead melon that had been tapped twice! "Come, Edith," said she, "you and Hal must really do something for us. Sing that lovely thing you have been learning lately that is so like a hope of heaven in a field of graves." SHE SAT DOWN. "Sit down on the porch, Birdie," I said, "and converse." issue, rival The girl swept her heir out. of her ey. with a sudden impatient movement and leveled her brows full upon him. one it, tlvfs u woman all flaim'itl the nheriff, baiting iu liis tracks and patting the heads of the ' fawned tijKjn him. No dumb Id long resist the approaches s any tiling of the canine sed the true sportsman's defected it at once. John gave the question only a moment's thought. She sat down, but still remained taller than I was. I never saw a longer waisted person or one who was so uniformly of one size all the way down, as my friend Comstock says—not Anthony, but another man altogether. She had a chest like a grasshopper, and as she sat there with her long, sad face, reminding me of a horse with a sunbonnet on, I said to myself: "Shall I buy these berries and let her go home or wait till my wife comes and discovers us conversing and then remains forever unhappy? Shall I break up our happy home or not?" over!" C "Seven dollars and a half, ma'am," he answered with confidence. "Next," said the teacher promptly, "Hold on," interrupted John, "my answer was right." Bruce laughed and removed the long amber mouthpiece of his pipe from his lips. It was of meerschaum and carved to represent a hand holding a human skull. ■Jhus bidden, after the usual protestations of being in bad voice, etc.—afflic- afflictions which I observe affect the amateur vocalist quite as unremittingly as the most capricious prima donna—Miss Edith uplifted a contralto so singularly rich and thrilling that the very mocking birds among the live oaks were stricken mute with admiration. Doubtless they were charmed, too, with the tenor of Henry Bruce, who sang with an appreciative sympathy which is often lacking in the work of more accomplished vocalists. About his performance also there was a subtle suggestion of being quite in harmony with the beautiful brunette whose voice thrilled so passionately with his. "Then she hasn't anything to do with it?" she said, with a look of relief. animal C of Ike, i! "She will be in the party, of course but that is not the reason of my d* par ture," he replied, truthfully enough. type, touch "It was not," said the teacher with firmness. "I don't know," he said, blowing a huge ring that shot forward with curling folds until it broke upon the nose of the nodding antelope. • "I suppose I like to smoke, and then I seem to stand it very well. Possibly, too, there is something in my associations with the pipe." ogmtion, .1 tl s a woman even' time," .con- A few moments later they were all wending their way back to the ranch, Cynthia preceding them, escorted by the gracefully tripping fawn and the dignified Aulus. Bruce accompanied the ladies.Cynthia was silent, apparently think ing. tinned M Most confiding a knowing ;ts of the front gallery, gone in to slick np. It's hi I've been tryin to iniie female sex fnr the best rin life thet they hain't no illy over the sheriff of Os- "Why Wasn't it?" insisted John. "Let" the next boy answer and you will onp " ' OCv« » "You'll come and see me again?" she iaid at length. "Of course 1 will—if yon wish it." "I do," she replied frankly. Both were silent. wink t The next boy answered $6. "That's correct," said the teacher. John looked at the other boy contemptuously.110 use t Do not write me any more, however, Aleck. I do not build up a correspondence generally with those who write me for two autographs. I"- v — part of a wC power uatct kaloo." it on t and feet, "Who gave it to you, Mr. Bruce?" said Cynthia, quickly raising her eyes to his. They were solemn and deep, and beneath their dark lashes reminded Bruce of some calm, blu6 pool he had seen in the shadow of a wood. "This picturesque gypsy acquaintance of yours is quite enchanting, with her quaint simplicity and original pets," remarked Miss Stafford, glancing at Bruce from under her eyelids as they fared on. "I can readily see how easily you forget your former friends." "You were speaking C f Alcides Dallas Mr. Moselv," Mrs. K rnochan remarked, sitting down in on-.' 1 f tlw large old fashioned rocker.-*. "How is that queer old man and his quaint little daughter? Does he entertain visitors as much as ever with his bewildering music upon the vio- She looked hungry too. She was. I would say that, regarding her from a Scriptural standpoint, sliefwas without form and void. ( "Henry Bruce," CjTitliia said at last, lifting her eyes to bun with a pleading earnestness, "there's going to be a ball over at San Marcus one of these days, and I want you to take me. Will you "Maybe it is in arithmetic," he said, "but it ain't in the grocery business," and as John gave place to the boy below him the teacher heard him mutter something about "extry fer sand."—Detroit Free Press. In spite of the emphatic protest of Mr. Ike Mosely in regard to the invulnerability of l is affections, it was quite There is another reason why in Inter years l have neglected my autograph friends, and I am sorry and ashamed to admit it here in public, but the consumptive young man who did my best autograph fact similars is dead. The red bugs seemed to annoy her a good deal on the ankles. That is how I came to learn that her calves were on the front Bide. She reminded me of a Staten Island ferryboat—you couldn't always tell whether it was going over to Staten Island or returning. lotieeable iteps, he t that, having mounted the Dk the opportunity of survey- "A friend of mine," ho answered in definitely, noting her earnestness. "Nonsense, Edilh!" Bruce returned, with some impatience, breaking a small twig of dry brush as they passed and hurling it from him violently as if to give vent to his irritation. "This banter and child's play liave gone far enough. The little Lone Star maiden is quite a character—a charming little idyl of her native river. I want you to cultivate her and appreciate her originality. She is like a spicy breath from her native woods; she interests me by her very This was very convincing to one of the audience. She sat apart, quite dejected and alone. Her sweet eyes were downcast, and as she raised them at the close there was a strange dew upon them,"like woodland violets newly wet." Yet lest you, my dear sir or madam, fail to appreciate the pathos of this affecting duet I subjoin the words. Read them, since they are eloquent with a faith more cheering than creed or sermon: do it?" "Yes," she said, "but I meant was it a man or wasn't it?" "I guess so," the yonngman replied indifferently. "That is, if nothing happen to prevent. Have you 110 other escort?" in# Lis warlike undersize in the short mirj'or of tiio ranch window and actually pa ed his short fingers through his ocks as lie Bank down in the jsrccliniag chair. A small hand- lin?" "Having just returned from a professional visit down in the lower country, 1 can't really tay just how they are gettiu on over 1 Dy the Colorado," replied the sherifF, willi a hnmorous twinkle of hit blue eye that showed lie appreciated the lady's comment, "but I suppose the usual overtures to courtship and matrimony are still in order. By the way, aro you ladies aware that there is to be a ball given at San Marcus immediately after the sprug roundups? It can't be more than a fortnight away, and suuli another opportunity for a stranger in the Lono Star to witness the gayeties of the season is not ouen anoruea. iou musi ask Mr. Bruce to escort you," turning to Miss Stafford. College Athlete*. ||gy / HE READ ALL THESE LETTERS. Her eyes dropiDed suddenly from his face, and she struck the banjo roughly in her embarrassment. Cynthia scowled " *wv" "I never saw the time vet I had to scant; lurur kercl: She was a merry little mountain maid. I think they call her about here Splayfoot Sal, but it may be another girl who gathers berries and lias that name. I am not sure. She is the Tarheel Sequoia of Ticktown. It would do you good to see her guileless ways. Some day she will marry a low set man with 11 dogs, and they will live on wild cucumbers and blackberries and rear their young, and they will never laugh, and he will never get asphyxiated unless some neighbor in the feud business asphyxiates him with a double barrel shotgun, and their lives will be as even and as devoid of incident as they would be in the penitentiary. Yet they will be content. Neve* having seen Tiffany's store, they will not yearn for any of his goods. Never having boarded at Delmonico's, they will actually prefer bacon and corn bread or hominy. Two friends of Splayfoot Sal went into Asheville to work at Oakland heights. They did well for a month. Then they came to Miss Vaughan and said they guessed they'd have to quit. "It waa a lady," Bruce replied gravely round begging, "Captain ioraker, 1 reckon, is gliid enough to get tlie chance. He's very obliging." replied tart tii polka dots—one of those "Light or dark complected?" asked Cynthia breathlessly, not raising her eyes. dfJicat • that femininity affects— was crumpled tip in tho fur of the groat buff, Jd robe. Ike took it up carelessly. It was redolent of a delicate perfume anil plea.-antly suggested the owneiv He raised it reverently to his lips. / Bruce overlooked tho inference. "When in this remarkable afl'iiir to come off?" he inquired. "Dark," said Bruce in the same tone— "a rich, creamy brown. I don't think that even that beautiful tint there," he continued, indicating where the soft white of the stem was faintly dyed, "could hope to vie with her. Her eyea were dark, too—more like that,"—touch- touching the hue of the bowl—-"and her hair —there is nothing here to show you that can do it justice." Some day, we say, and turn our eyes Toward the fair bills of paradise; uovcltv "About the close of the spring 'round ups'—some weeks off yet," she replied looking at him fixedly and twistirig»thC antelope's coat in a way that must havi been torture. "Your eloquence is quite astounding, considering the apathy of your interest," Miss Stafford returned satirically, glancing away in the direction of the low western hills. Some day, some time, a sweet, new rest Shall blossom, flowerlike. In each breufcl; Wo don't tr ■t very much of tliis biz ess in our profession," he soliloquized, but it's humanizin and makes a man re- Some time, some day, our eyes shall see The faces kept in memory; member who lie is." "Cynthia," sriid Bruce, leaning toward her mid looking into her eyes, "I want you to promise me that you won't let that man take you anywhere. You must know, from what your father says, that his company is not creditable to any young woman—much less yourself."Ho Ik came strangely quiet, and his hard, steel blue eyes took on a softer look as the faint odor woke a chord of his memory. What was it alD6nt the* scent of those orange blossoms that took him back in tho past? He saw art old plantation house and its outlying fields of corn and cotton. The moon rose softly over the bayou, tipping the low porch with "But how came she possessed of that beautiful antelope?" inquired Kate, anxious to divert Edith's jealous annoyance. '•1 quite envy her such a charming companion."Some day their hands shall clasp our bands Just over 1b the morning lands; gome day our ears shall hear the song Of triumph over sin and wrong; "A ball!" exclaimed the fair Edith, who had been leaning against a pillar of the veranda listening listlessly to the previous conversation, "a genuine frontier merrymaking such as I have heard so much about? That is delightful! ] must see it by all means! You will take me, Hal, of course?" Cynthia sighed. "Lawful sakes!" she exclaimed. "An is thet the reason you're sinokin thet thing all the while, 'cause ye jest naturally expect one day to make it look like the chocolate colored woman?"' Some day, some time, but, oh, not yet, But we will wait and not forget "Isolated as she is," "Bruce replied gravely, "she is not without her admirers. The mother of this fawn, she tells me, was shot by one Buck Jerrold, a cowboy admirer of hers, I fancy. He found the little thing bleating about the body of the dead antelope and brought it in to her after one of his hunting tripe. Patient nursing enabled her to rear it." ley had reached the ranch gate and r ed within the inclosure. Alcides as, smoking one of Phil Kernochan's ; cigars at a precarious angle owing 'ie scarcity of his teeth, was seated . nail keg under a live oak, regaling 1atterwith one of his most dismal upon the violin. That, some day, all these things shall be. I used to practice for days trying to do it as well as he did, bat never could get it quite so accurate as he could. I brought him here hoping that his longs would heal and health return, but ha exposed himself too much. He attended to all my correspondence, read all the appealing, begging letters 1 received, letters asking me to lecture to a penitentiary or to open an asylum with a few characteristic remarks, assuring me that I would be blessed fourfold, when the writers had no authority to make such promises, having no influence whatever. And reat be given to you and me. The girl looked down at the fawn. '"Say you'll take me, and I she stipulated. Bruce hurriedly disclaimed any such intention. Bo wait, my heart, though years move slow. The happy time will come, we know. black W1 that standing in (he shadow I am afraid, however, that what most Appealed to our little Cynthia and caused the singular dew above alluded to was a certain energy of conviction about the smgmg or ine musical coupie anu an apparent belief in an earthly "rest" and a "happy time" that would attend both, albeit their Impatient hearts found the years "moving slow." I am not positive, of course, but it would seem that the circumstantial evidence pointed to that conclusion. I can only say that when the sweet ballad ceased and the little concert was at an end she was oppressed by a sudden sense of loneliness and left the banquet quite abruptly. She hurried away to her bower, there to confide her disquietude to the circumambient pines. What view was taken of her agitation by these ascetic mourners of the wood I cannot say. I only know that after Cynthia had relieved her overburdened feelings in a shower of passionate tears they were as ignorant of the cause of this 6udden melancholy as their protegee."I have already— rejoined. -conditionally," Bruct there, Hi" vines of tho trellis drifting in patche s over her i' 'r young face? And who that young fellow, small of stature, but lithe and active, slipping upon the little hand a circlet of gold beneath the pale moon's glamour? Ah, yes, it was all "Well, I wouldn't try," she rejoined, "for by the time you've done it ye'll prob'ly be d-ad. Father lied a meerschaum that he was colorin once, but he said before he got through it colored him instead. I reckon so." After th.s alarming instance of the effect of nicotine, she became silent. Bruce continued smoking. He—Do you go in for athletics at Vas-0"I know that," said Cynthia, "lmt I don't want any hangin fire. Are you thinkin of takin that dark girl?" sho suddenly inquired. f&gpllfe 4 }X*w' ' ■ ■■•' ■ " e—Yes, in an indirect way. tie—How is that? She—We go in for athletes.—Truth. "What's the matter?" asked Miss V. "Well, we can't live on this here truck you give us to eat." "Nut at nil," Bruce answered, "but business might prevent. I may Ik? at The Post selling my wool. I might be nick—a thousand things might happen. I cannot promise." past 1 There was a small green "Why, don't you get the same that we all do? What do you have to eat?" mound out by t he lagoon which the "sentinel cypress tree stands over." And the willows wail d a low dirgo by the hurrying stream. It was all gone long ago! But somehow tho rough sheriff, for all his brusqueuess, found the sunlight too strong for his eyes again, even upon the -hady veranda, and shielded them against it with his In aw hat brim. Patent Applied For. This department has applied for a patent on a badge designed for the protection of orphans and others who realize the futility of trying to answer all the leading questions of the day. The badges will be handsomely printed in letters of gold on pink silk and read as follows: "Why, we get beefsteak and white flour bread and veal and lamb meat and knickknacks. Them don't sustain folks. They just tantalize 'em." "How old is she?" Cynthia inquired, suddenly, turning from him and glancing across the river. Well, he read all theee letters as they came and overwept himself and cried into his overshoes a good deal and forgot to change his socks, and so he died. "Very well," said Cynthia, rising witli decision, but with a disappointed look. "Neither can I. I reckon I hear your sweetheart a-callin you. P'raps you better be gain." Ij: A " pu "That's an uncertain question," the gentleman replied. "In fact, I know nothing so difficult to ascertain precisely as the age of a young woman." Mr. Kernochan, discreetly removed to the vantage of the distant doorstone, was preserving the attitude of polite attention, but with a contortion of feature that was distressing to witness. The tableau was so ludicrous and expressive that the party burst intolaugliterasthey joined him. Alcides, seeing that his efforts were producing an erroneous impression. ceased t/lavinsr at once, and setting his instrument down regarded then; vacantly, a hand placed idly upon eithei knee. "What do you want?" "Why. bacon and corn bread. There's somethin to hit, but we can't work here week after week on goodies. We want somethin that won't 'vanish itself away* in a honr or two." In answer to a northern friend I give below the conjugation of the verb "done." It is from advanced sheets of a new grammar which I am now working on: ,-v I have not been to the World fair. : I will go the World's fair when I get good : and readj-. ; It is not hot enough for me. : 1 am going to remain in the city all sum- : mer. : Cynthia looked puzzled. Then she apparently an inspiration. And calling to Aulus and the antelope she whisked suddenly out of the bower. A .step on the jtorch recalled him. It was Henry Bruce. He came toward him with an outstretched hand and a frank "Didn't ye get to see her teeth?" she inquired demurely, but revealing an irresistible circle of pearl by the question. Bruce returned to the ranch with a feeling of discomfiture. He had the welfare of Miss Dallas sincerely at heart. He had decided to warn her against the attentions of Captain Foraker, of whose indiscrimination and heartless gallantries he had long been aware. But he had met with rebuff and was naturally chagrined. "A ball!" evchihned the fair F ' "I suppose so," replied Bruce, a hesitating tone on being thus u' appealed to. "I hope you won' me rude, Edith, but the fact is 1 already part way committed mj regard to that affair." One old lady took a bite at the same place one day, being a sort of pensioner on the bountv of the nronrietress. Miss V. gave her some vanilla ice cream.- The old lady kept talking and running on about times and how hard they seemed. Then after swinging her knife aimlessly around and standing it up on the table awhile she swooped down on the vanilla ice cream and spread some of it on her bread, talked some more, ate some more and then burst out with: recti CONJTJOATieif Of THE VERB DONE— PABT TIMS. Singular-1 done it. You done it. He or ah* done it. Still More Singular—I done done it. Theaet you done done it. He done don* it. Plural—We done It. You done it. Theydoa* it \VC il, well. Sheriff Mosely, glad to seo uvC r Otir way at last," lie said with a hearty handshake. v tuner" The gentleman overlooked in silence this query, prompted no doubt by her knowledge of sheep. you Persons desiring badges come early to avoid the rush, as the demand promises to he something phenomenal.—Washington Star. cordially. WlUell v "Where does she live?" inquired Miss Dallas, nothing daunted. "On the way hum now," Mosely rejoined. returning the grip with sinews of steel. "Badly done up, too, and generally knock"• i out by the experience of the last three weeks. Me and my two depyties hev been down on the stage road, layin fur road agints day and night. We had a bru-h with 'em night afore last and done pretty well, but Huinly Jim got a bullet through iiis hand, and Jake Sharp lost a finger. I ain't been in a bed fur a dog's age." Still More Plural—We done dose it. Tw done done it. They done don* it.  "Ye don't 6eem to ketch on to what ] was gettiu at," he said, regarding them with his lack luster eyes. "I reckon ye would have, though, if ye'd waited till 1 got to the 'winduD.' But ef ve'd known Marier ez I did and hed to live with her ez I hed inter the bargain I allow there'd been no question." Why was she weeping, pray? She was not in love with this fascinating Mr. Bruce—she, Cynthia Dallas, wh® knew nothing in nature altogether admirable save her antelope fawn, no loyal heart except the dignified and magnanimous Aulus. Wherefore this gratuitous thunderstorm?"And to whom, pray?" inquired raising her pretty brows in the cot. ness of her surprise. "What sii anticipated me in this request, I  like to know?" "About 20 miles from hen?," Bruce replied. Slim. FRIOB PAST TENS*. Singular—I done gone done It. Thou or Ton done gone done It. He done gone done it. Plural—We done gone done it. You dene gone done It. They done gone done it. POSSIBLE PRIOR PAST TENSE OF VERB DO KB. Singular—I might, oould, would or should of done it. Thou or you might, could, would oi should of done It. He might, could, wonld of should of done it. PluiDl—We might, could, would or should ot done it. You might, could, would or should of done it. They might, could, would or should of done It. He found his companions mounted and impatiently awaiting him. Phil Kernochan was holding the bridle rein of a small sorrel pony already saddled for the journey. Judge—You are charged with running a game of chance—guilty or not guilty? "Oh!" said Cynthia. She was suddenly silent. The soft sunlight played amid the tresses of her golden hair as with downcast lashes she caressed the antelope, burying her fingers in his rough coat. A few needles Khaken from the pines drifted down upon her. It was as If the fond fathers of the wood were wafting a benedic tion upon the one who cheered their solitude. "Oh, it's a little favor Miss Dallas requested during my visit there," Bruce responded carelessly enough. "I'm sorry these engagements conflict, however. What do you think I'd better do about it?'' Prisoner—Not guilty, your honor. The man who goes against my game has no chance on earth.—Detroit Free Press. "Gosh, Emilie, how cold yer butter is!" And yet these plain people are as contented as Tliurber of Washington, who is private secretary for President Cleveland. Tliurber does not greet the glad morn more blithely than do these simple children of the vales of Pisgah and the covey clearings and settlements of Roan mountain. Of course I do not know Mr. Thurber, but Mr. Cleveland has promised me a letter to liim, and I shall hope to call his attention to the pure joy that comes not of unlimited powers alone. To him it is pleasant, of course, to mold an administration or make up an itiner ary for the president. But let us pause, Thurber, pause to consider that, stirred up and vexed and worried over holding up one side of the great national fabric as you are, especially when the president is out of town, we are 92,500,000 miles from the sun, and we only get one twobillionth of his solar heat. Other worlds get the balance. He paused as if for confirmation. That being not forthcoming, but his visitor? preserving a grave silence—an apology-, it seemed, for their previous rudeness— he essayed to present his reflections in a more forcible wav. Bruce delayed only to shake the horny hand of his host and wave a farewell to the ebony Amelia, who was standing in the doorway of her quarters. ~Cynthia was nowhere to lie seen. Springing into the stirrujw of the sorrel, he rode away with the rest, absorbed in his gloomy reflections.Nevertheless it was with a feminine conviction that the faultless Miss Edith Stafford had taken her at a very unfair disadvantage and wounded her in a very sensitive spot by singing so bewitchingly with Henry Bruce that this Lone Star logician dried her eyes. Had Bhe sung badly or been guilty of the slightest discord she could have overlooked it. But under the circumstances it was altogether unpardonable. She had been tricked and cajoled. "Do about it?" returned Miss Stafford, with a proud toss of her ! * "WhD" you'll,take me of course. I'll wrk. Miss Dallas a note—I'll write it for yen if it's too much bother—in which you say tliat your first duty is with youguest, and that she won't release yC unuer any circumstances. * won w think that disposes of the matter vc satisfactorily," she concluded, with certain triumphant smile of superior! which would have charmed the absen. Cynthia hail she been privileged to wit "I suppose he must have saved his life lome time, Smith seems to feel under oucli obligations to him." Unparalleled Consideration. »y imi1 killed?"' inquired Bruce, y tlio sheriff's delicate habit of g the fatal details in these mid- Singular—I might, could, would or should oD jest plumb done gone and done it. Thou or you might, could, would or should of Jest plumb done gone and done it. He might, could, would or should of jest plumb done gone and don* it. PECULIAR PAHT TENSE OF VERB DONE. Suddenly Cynthia raised her head. "Do you expect to see her soon?" "See—whom?" "Thet girl you're so gone on?" she inquired with matter of fact gravity. "It was nigh onto 10 years," ho said deliberately, crossing his legs luxuriously as he sat upon the nail keg, removing his cigar carefully from its socket between his teeth and blowing a volume of smoke forcibly upon the weed—"it was nigh onto 10 years thet I lived with Marier, and a more hair raisin existence, I'll allow, was never lived by any critter within the circle of God's providence"— ilVOlMl nivrlit en intt-rs "It was more than that. He declined n invitation to visit Smith during the Yorld!s fair."—Chicago Inter Ocean. But a few hundred yards from the house what seemed to him to be the loud chirrup of a ground squirrel caused him to look up as he rode far in the rear of the cavalcade. "Lessee!" said Mr. Mosely, putting his head on one side, closing his eyes and ajD- parently indulging in ;i sincere effort A Sure Cure. Plural—We might, could, would or should ot jest plumb done gone and done It. You might, could, would or should of jest plumb don* gone and done it. They might, could, would 01 should of jest plumb done gone and don* It. Bruce was about to enter an emphatic protest. In his earnestness he leaned toward Cynthia and took her hand. The girl trembled a little, and the color dyed her cheek, but she did not withdraw her hand. She lifted her eyes to his and smiled upon him so sweetly, that whatever of mischief there had been in her question fled before it. Such a radiant beauty had suddenly come to dwell within her eyes. I' ClisremoinlDer exactly whether it was three or live of tlicm fellers )... il in his ehijjB. I got two, I know, with thet new self cuckin colt's ole man Dallas give ine. Geewliittaker! but thet are a pretty boy to shoot, ly—lDeat» the olo fashion of fillii. iler all t*D death. Hnnily Jim tli his Winchester— hot [ ever see—hy if memC Dry Anderson—My memory is getting v. eaker and weaker every day. Biggs—I can give yon a remedy. "What is it?" "Lend me $5."—Tit-Bits. To be sure, she entirely overlooked in her sophistry the fact that Miss Stafford had known Henry Bruce long before she had been favored with his acquaintance, but she would have dismissed this reflection as irrelevant had it occurred to her. And I think that through it all a vivid recollection of the air of ownership with which that lady had laid her gloved hand upon the gentleman's shoulder when she had surprised them together a few hours since still rankled in her memory. What right indeed had she to treat hiin as if he were some fine wooled sheep marked with her "road brand" and to be claimed as an estray? The}- wefe just passing a pile of rocks on the crest of a western divide. On the topmost pinnacle of this natural elevation he caught a glimpse of Cynthia seated in her gossamer rohcs, an arm thrown about each of her inseparable companions. A light breeze stirred the disheveled masses of her golden hair, which she had not yet taken the trouble to rearrange. She smiled down upon him serenely from the inaccessible height. Bruce waved her a parting greeting with his heavy riding quirt. As he did so he saw her bend forward ea gerly and with the rosy tips of her littl fingers fling him a dainty kiss. 1)088 it "Father," said Cynthia, coming forward with a look of annoyance in her bine eyes, "aren't it almost time to have dinner? Don't yon think you better put off what you're goin to say altout mamma until we've all had sometliin to eat and'll l»e better able to stand it?" "I'm afraid Cynthia will regard that as coming with a very ill grace from me," Bruce rejoined, as if thinking aloud. "However, there is considerable force in what yon say. By the way, sheriff," he said suddenly as Mr. Mosely rose with a quick glance at the sun, as if about to take his departure, "do you happen to be going in the direction of the 'Dallas ranch?"" Whiskers. P. 8.—The expense of smoking thr«« 5-cent cigars per day for 60 years la $54,- 162.14; for 100 years, $108,824.28; for 300 years, $216,648.56. This sum carefully deposited in a private bank would maintain five officers of the bank well for four called . the briiroC id 1 nechap in line rum Jack—Clara showed a great dislike to my mustache last night. Gus—How was that? Jack—She Bet her face against it.— Truth. k it w i me who winged The qaick snapping of a twig caused Bruce to look np. He dropped the giri's hand abruptly with an embarrassed air. Two ladies were standing in a sunlit opening without and gazing into the bower. They were in riding habits, their long skirts gathered in their left hands, their whips in their right. The younger of the two—a dashing brunette- him Jake, how many did yon git Think of that, Thurber, when you put on your black cambric sleeves and reign. I could imagine Robert Browning calling for you if he were nere and waiting out in the front entry quite a long time yhile you quarreled with the cabinet or An amused smile went round the circle.Jake?'' lie inquired, as the two deputies lounged slowly up the steps of the porch and perched CDn the low railing. No liigger! years in Toronto. B. N. He—This shoe doesn't fit. Try a bigger one. "I reckon so, Cvnthy," said lier father, rising to his feet, not withont visible regret at her interruption of his narrative. -aid Jake sullenly. "Not a in ez I knows oil. My hand 11 hij like all possessed thet 1 She (severely)—No, sir. Bring me the QAnie lize a little larger.—Denver Sun. ODDS AND ENDS. "Well, I do happen to be ridin that way," Mosely replied. "I was about to say, ladies, that I regret professional duties will prevent my offering my personservices in the present emergency." T sheriff belonged to that recognized c' of individuals whoso vocabulary "What's gone with Ameelyer natch'ally? Tell her to hurry up her cakes and not keep everbody waitin. S'jiosin we fetch the table out an eat dinner in the open air, where we'll hev plenty of room, bein ez we happen to bo so dumed crowded?" With this hospitable climax he rolled an inquiring eye around the assembled company, resting finally upon Bruce. was 1 told one of them who was a little unruly to remain with you after the others had gone home. I 6ay I could imagine Robert cooling his heels and shaking the water out of his umbrella in the front entry of the White House waiting to get in, but, failing even to do that, then going sadly away, while in the distance he could hear you pouring out a volley of oaths on Mr. Cleveland. Then I hear the gentle, quiet voice of the poet as he quotes from himself: The average sise of an American farm M 610 acres. She had lashed herself into a tempest of indignation over his last thought when she was startled by some one quickly entering the bower. It was Henry Bruce. Cynthia looked up at his strong, athletic figure and his kindly eyes, beaming down upon her with a certain caressing glance quite inseparable from his look when interested—a characteristic, by the way, that was very misleading and had brought misery to many a confiding feminine heart—and it seemed to her lie had never appeared so handsome before. Posiribly jealousy had supplied her with spectacles. CHAPTER VII Ho exhibited the stumpj of his finger, Oandaged in a bloody rag. It was now apparent tlui.t Humly Jim had also suffered in the night encounter. His left hedn't any use fur a (J-shooter Fatal. You can often measure a man's debts by the size of his diamonds. was A trio of mounted men rode up to tliG Mesquite valley ranch. They were dusty and travel worn, and the horses they bestrode were jaded and flecked with the foam of hard riding. At the ranch gate they halted, and the central figure of the group—a small man with a slouching seat in the saddle—removed his distinguishing sombrero and wijied the perspiration from his high forehead. This land of woes and ills! We miss his face about the town; Wo miss his balves and pills. Alas, old Dr. Brown has left modishly attired. A glossy black beaver, perched saucily on her head, accented the flash of the dark eyes beneath. The tu uiuck lace ac nor tnroat was fastened with a diamond. Her hands were fastidiously gloved. She laughed a merry, ringing laugh as she advanced into the bower. The cry of a wounded hare resembles that of a child in distress. Mill was worn in ii sling. "Ef this yer foolishness continners," remarked Mr. Mostly in a disgusted veying liis woinded suhordiils in this country will hev ir spectacled to find a Bound, into it. They ain't ;kaloo tliet's got the f and toes. that being, unfortunately, out C i proves with their surroundings, He had a light case of the grip, A slight cold in his head; He took a dose of deadly drugs. And now the old boy's dead. Marriage is never a failure, but every wedding is not a marriage. question, Mr. Bruce, if I can t; Charity finds the steps to heaven by keeping her eyes on the ground. tout message to Miss Cynthia or Clo \\ "Oh, that would lie charming!" exclaimed the impulsive Mrs. Kernochan, with a little of ecstasy. "So like a picnic! Ard to think of our being able to do it with perfect comfort in the month of February! There is something astonishing, Edith, to write about to your northern friends." nates to put on t uiao other favor. I'm here to do it!' Yet 'twas no suicide's wild act That laid him on the shelf; He simply tried that grand old gag— "Physician, cure thyself." Foundations for a seat in the kingdom ef heaven must be laid on earth. "So, sir!" she said, laying her slim gloved hand upon Bruce's shoulder with a certain familiar air of proprietorship, "we have found yon out at last! And, as usual, surprised you in the attitude of a gallant. Do not let us interrupt, you, I beg, but at least favor us with an introduction.""No message is necessary—thanks!" Bruce rejoined in rather an emphatictone, "and I feel a natural reluctance about making the request I do. The fact is I think a guitar would be such an improvement upon that poor, weather I featen Lanjo Miss Dallas possesses that 1 should like to send her my own. I think, with her knowledge of the banjo, she will readily learir to play upon it. But it's an awkward thing to carry in the saddle, sheriff." "By the Lord!" he exclaimed, dashing a hard, small hand across his eyes with a quick, iuijiatient gesture, '"how the sun glares today! Whether it's my Itein up so much nights or thet Lampasas whisky. 1 kin skursely see my hand afore my ii light -Life. About 90,(gD0 cabin passengers Journey from America to Europe every year. itvcra And yet I deem that God is not disquieted. Do yftu realize, Thurber, that you and 1 and the German emperor are only worms in the vast economy of nature? The design round a shilling is the onehalf a laurel branch and the other half an oak branch. ithont t. i ■. and tlley's a few"— r foff'lv to himself—"ez is losin r, but the majority o' them art Well Named Elderly Party—But what in the world, ma'am, made you call the poor child Beelzebub? Forthwith the edict of Alcides was carried to the ebony Amelia by the delighted Cynthia. "Why are you moping here all alone, Cynthia?" he demanded, as if he were reproving some wayward child. "Don't you know we are almost ready to go? The ladies are looking for you everywhere."their 1 married Do you understand that men struggle to the close of a long lifetime and are never heard of? That they study and work to get even an opportunity to appear on the stage, think a thought and retire? Do you consider the fact that they fail even in that? If raised dough is kept several days upon the ice the last baking will be much better than the first. face. Diek, chuck me over thet fla k of 'tarantula juice!'" As tl Bheriff concluded ho gravelj iinty locks anil rubbed Fond Mother—Which it was contrary to my wishes, mum. but his father said that what with the price of coal and the strikes and one thing and auofher it would be a comfort to have something that at least sounded warm about the place.—Fun. She glanced coldly down at Cynthia, who, intuitively recognizing a rival, returned the glance with the customary feminine cordiality. nncov C1 hi The hobby rider who rides to the end of the race before dismounting is sure of one thing—"he gets there." •' 'Pears likede domestic contrapshuns ob dis yere ranch am all absquatulated," grumbled that important personage as she busied herself in carrying out the crockery and arranging the table. "De boss am jes' ez crazy ez do rest ob 'em," she added darkly as she noted old Dallas still violently attacking liis cigar and watching her preparations with evident satisfaction. "De fac' is, fo' God, I spec' de ole man's brain hab lieen soft'nin fo' de las" yeah. Ef he keeps up like he hab been goin on lately, de reckonin day am not. far awav."  Thus commanded, the individual ad dressed—one Mr. Jake Sharp of choleric memory—extracted from his ducking jacket a large tin pocket iuiu(nuiiwn known 011 the frontier as a "silent comforter" and tossed it tCD hi-; comrade. He was a big, muscular man of the her culean type, and lie flung the 11 ask from him as if it lito? been a feather. The other caught it deftlv. his bald [ te with his red bandana. "N-n-n lieved \ iody can a alow tliet a gal rey-y-youni," stammered Professor Huxley says that an oyster la a far more complicated piece of machinery than the finest Swiss watch. "Why, Edith—you here?" exclaimed Bruce, springing to his Teet and clasping the gloved hand in both his own. "And Kate?" advancing to meet the lady who had lingered without. "How is this?" "ItVieans," said Kate, laughing, "that you are a careless, wicked fellow and that Edith has been half dead with anxiety, fancying you killed or starved to death." "I don't care," the girl replied, turning away and hiding her face in the rough coat of the antelope, which had gone calmly to sleep during his mistress' recent emotion. Humly Jim with a spasm of merriment as malevolent as the laugh of a hyena. "Bless your soul, man, don't let that worry you!" exclaimed Mr. Mosely; "ef there's a strap or band about it, I'll pack it as easily as ef it were a grip sack. Let's Why should you and I try, Thurber, try to 1)0 great stars and be well fixed, Then the nearest fixed star is so far away . .it, it takes three years for its light to ■?, us, and he is not so very well fixed - •;.? Not iu ' «aid the sheriff shortly, il once who was a little The St. Andre de Poirier mine of Frtaet is the deepest in the world It is now worked 4,000 feet below the surface. "ThC was a have it at once!' A llurlal Custom In Greenland. When a child dies in Greenland, the ni "Why, what is the meaning of this?" Inquired the young man, throwing himaelf on the ground beside her and taking one of her hands gently in his. It was snatched rudely away and buried in the fur of the antelope, but soon reappeared again, with an indecision of movement soft on hip, and she said to me, 'Oh, how 1 wish 1 bed your hair!' I lied more of the article then than I have now,'" Mr. Mosely remarked apologetically. "She said thet from a spirit ©' gush, I reckon, but meaniu it all the same, ye know. Howsuiuever, I didn't cotton. I sus- Tlius urged. Bruce stepped quickly into the house, returning with the instrument enveloped in a green baize case. tives bury a live dog with it—the dog to bo used by the child as a guide to the otht* world. When questioned iu regard to tbia peculiar superstition, they will only answer:A western schoolmaster is being prosecuted by an irate father, whose son was compelled to eat soap as a punishment. V.* ould not overestimate ourselves, Tin.. Wo should be modest. Look at tho pictures made to represent me. Would you stand that, Thurber? No, indeed v! "A-ahl" ejaculated the first speaker, clearing his throat after throwing his head back an J partaking freely of its contents, "that stuff takes hold whether "They'll take mo for a traveling minstrel show this time, sure enough," laughed Ike, passing the attached ribbon deftlv over hia shoulder. The number of places of meeting for religious worship recorded on the register in England up to Nov. 1 last was no less thaa Ci1 ~2toaucb thing I" recMed E&tfc with "A dog can find his way anywhei*." {•turson's Weekly.