Pittston Gazette

              • I I "t %fBw 1 FSTABUSHKD 1 S'HO. *. N OL M ill. NO./J. Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming V( iley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., I\\„ FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1893. A Weekly Local and Family Journal . *l.BO J'KR ANNUM i 1 \ ADVANCE A MS f IE By HOWARD SEEL WEST with a sneer, attempting ta intercept him by keeping his gray in front of him with whip and spur—"tryin to get away, are y£? I want you to und'shtan, young feller, yon can't do tliat until 1'ia done with you. I want you to nnd'- shtan"  ling himself in the clutches of the law eor killing his adversary in a fair fight, mid the risk of exposing himself to the infuriated soldiery at the post, who would naturally feel a partisan resentment at the death of their chief. heads to t.o ugly, and then tliar's no tellin what they mightn't jest natch'ally do." ows of the aisles. The glancing ngnt flashed upon the figures of the men busied in cooking or lounginx in groups about the doors of their tents, upon arms and accouterments staked and piled against various trees. The fires roared and crackled, the steam of the broiling morsels filled the air, and in the background, where a somewhat larger and more comfortable tent stood by the side of a quiet pool, the rising globe of the silver moon swung silently over the forest picture. for the death ol' the captain. Some vigorous personal criticism and animated invective delivered through the windows elicited the information required. Bruce had kept his own counsel while Mr. Lemuel-\Yic'c-on had replied cheerfully to this genial badinage. Being free to move about, he gratified his resentment against Bruce for his capture by going to the window and giving whispered and startling accounts of the killing of Foraker. It appeared from these vivid word pictures that the ex-horse thief had been an eyewitness to the tragedy. His imagination was entirely responsible for his facts. Yet so cleverly did he work upon the excited sympathies of the indignant company that by nightfall it Was generally believed that Foraker had been butchered in cold blood while drunk and asleep. It was doubtful whether during the interval Mr. Wickson, by the invention of local color and realistic detail, had not persuaded himself of the truth of his statements. Sheriff Mosely and one deputy mounted guard during the day and interposed a spirited but ineffectual denial to this version of the affair. Some local disturbance in the town of Joaquin hail unfortunately necessitated the absence of Jake Sharp. upon Ms shoulders and gazing into his eyes, "ye don't need me to tell ye thet this'll be a close call for you and me and mebbe one or both of ue is goin home. But, by the living God, I'm here to tell ye thet thar's no man I'd rather fight for or die alongside!" ApUITr t r\r 1 4 t "rrnTTirri il I '.chrr, lift villi* haCl his nose r Tj \V JjUI AL 11 EMS', kccxikedoil wbiie piaviag theinational game at C ;; 'in iHii. In in a sort of brown study, sejit it to first with such force that the stake extruded through thfc backoDtlfq kkcft 18 inches, making it extremely difficult for him to change hi? clothes in Vimefpij the funeral. These are among the reasons why boys leave the farm. He turned his dull eyes toward the river and devoted sonin moments to profound meditation. BILL NYE REPORTS HOW THINGS ARE Finding at length tY it Bruce was de- "I'm not, so sure it wouldn't be a right Colonel Hunt and liis GOING AT BUCK SHOALS, tCpii»iKVit«4,18US. by IX Aopieton A Co. Pub| )t4a« tDD iiii with them.] But here Bruce struck Buckshot sharply and attempted to dash by him. pj-mined, Mosely reluc tantly acqnieaced, smart idea to 1 He pressed a pair of 6-ahootere into his companion's hands as he spoke. "Now, then," he said, setting his square shoulder against the shoulder of Bruce, and cocking his pistols, "let'em come on, d 'em! They'll find they've got more than they bargained for, or else I've forgotten how to shoot!" [continued.] but insisted that he should accompany them as if merely a traveling companion and not under arrest. Bruce was about to reply, when it suddenly dawned upon him that he was riding Buckshot, and that he might be susjiected of having itolen the horse—an act generally re- rangers know how matters stand," he suggested. He glanced inquiringly at J err old. That gentleman appeared lost in thought. "Waal, 1 reckon I'll go to town and see what's the latest developments," he said finally. "Hedn't ye bet- Plum Levi Closes ITp Owing to tlie Paulo, CHAPTER X. The captain saw his intent, and striking his spurs into his horse made an effort to stop him a second time by running into him. The effort proved futile. Buckshot had already got under way. Euruged at his want of success Foraker rose in his stirrups and as Bruce passed him struck him over the head with his heavy riding whip, summoning to the effort all the b jength he could muster, .a, and Kope Ellas Gets There as Eternal 11 HeYiry Brtitfe walked rapidly away in the1 uiellow light of the moon. By the side of a leprous sycamore he paused to light a cigar. In the quick, upspringing light, of tha match he beheld a man seated upon the doqrst'one of Murray's store and dejectedly smoking. The soft moon Tiiys peat gently down upon the dejected figure, idealizing hi* attitude. The man was armed, and his revolvers glanced in the moonlight A large, rawboned horse stood' gauntly outlined in the sliadoy?. Bruce recognized Buck Jerrold and the erratic Buckshot* Revenue Collector—Notes on Farming. A Poem ob Nature. A subscriber at Alliens, in tup following clipping and inquires if we think it correct: The waters were already beginning to shimmer and dance with its reflected rays when the flap of this tent was pushed aside and a man strode out of the opening. As he did so the light of a campfire opposite flashed full upon him and revealed the features of Colonel William Hunt. [Copyright, 1893, by Edgar W. Nye.] NEWS ITEMS AND SOCJETY GOSSIP. f arded by Lone Star tribunals to be less ustifiable than actual homicide. He explained hie position to the slieriff. Mr. Jen-old reflected. He would have much preferred a half hour's conversation with Cynthia, but the occasion was evidently not a propitious one. Sincethe delivery of his. mi welcome intelligence he had seen nothing of her. He lounged idly about the door a few minutes in the hope that she might come out. She did not apiDear. So he turned reluctantly to accompany Alcides. ter go 'long! A British scientist recently stated th'at if a mun weighing Mft pounds were placed under a hydraulic ws and Hat' the result would be I1 16 jipunds of water and 35 pounds of dry residue. A rush from without drowned his words as a blow delivered with the force of a battering ram caused the door to leap inward. A shower of dust and plaster fell to the floor. A second rnsh and shock followed. The dooi1 fell from its hinges with a crash, and the moon shone boldly in and streamed upon the stone pavement. Bruce and Mosely retreated into the shadows of the doorway. Here, unseen by those without, they covered the entrance with their cocked revolvers. The moonlight flashed coldly on the glistening barrels full in sight of an excited crowd of men poising a heavy beam. Suckers have quit biting! Oh, how hit dill rain three weeks ago! Jake Huff is out with a new straw hat. Read the poem by Pearl Winterbottom in another column. "Don't let thet worry you," replied that worthy, quickly cutting the Gor- Ji»n knot of the difficulty with official promptitude. "Ef you're bound to We would hhte fo venture an opinion on this, not having been presetit' when it was tried, hurt presume it if? trite. Yet what could be the scientist's object? We would not treat anybody in that way nailer any circumstances. Some scientists seem to have no higher ambition in '•fe than to supply mal firial for nutopsies. The writer moved away from Xew Sork to escape from, a prominent physician who wished to make a thorough examination of a few vital organs of his that do riot in any way concern the public. A man can't be too careful that way in these davs. ' D;,i The blow made Bruce reel in his taddie. For a moment he feared he should be unseated. The next, wheeling hia horse about, he dashed against Foraker, closing with him in a mounted struggle for th? whip. As the horses came together Bruce saw the captain shift hia whip to his left hand suddenly and caught the ominoo* glitter of a revolver ia the light of the moon. He had barely time to cifouch in the saddle when the weapon Was fired, the bullet whistling close above his head. Clearly the time for temporizing had passed. Forbearance was now Suicidal In an instant Braee had drawn his own pistol, and as the captain raised his arm a second time he leveled it upon him. It was a characteristic face. One understood at a glance why it was that this man had been chosen to lead the disciplined band that followed him. The locks that he bared to the evening air were a trifle grizzled with age. Hardship and privation had set their seal upon the face, but only to intensify its look of determination and daring. Decision and will dominated the strong lines of mouth and gSaw. It was apparent at once (hat wKrarer courage could undertake fir energy achieve yielded before the marked personality of the man. make me arrest ye, thet matter's easily battled. Freeze to the critter, pardner, for the rest of this trip. The state allows me to provide the means of bringin .in my prisoners, understand? It won't pother Jerrold much. I reckon I'll attach the animal fur yonr partickler hen- Hit." Some fiend in human form tapped our largest watermelon last week and let the auntie mires into it. "A fine night for a ride," he said, piaffing his cigar. The Epworth league of Enck Shoals has decided to keep open on Sunday. Otherwise it would not pay. Mr. Jerrold raised hia head gloomily. •'Well enough for them ez carea to ride," he assented, "but I ain't in no humor fer thet sort of amusement." CHAPTER XI. ••Tastes (lifEer," replied Brnoe pleasantly noting the other's *nd shrewdly divining its cause. "No\fr, I should like nothing better—myself." , "Why don't ye start in theuV" returned Mr. Jerrold. "I'm sure thar's prairie enough before ye to make it an object." "Simply bccause I have no  Bruce rejoined. "1 came over from the ranch with the rest of my party in a cnr- The «jvent of the San Marcus ball had sot proved entirely satisfactory to Cyn:hia, nor her stay with Miss Bertha Maverick an unalloyed delight. She returned to the Dallas ranch with a very decided feeling of disappointment. Perhaps the behavior of Alcides on the evening in qnestion sensibly aggravated this state of mind. As the afternoon wore away the feeling of animosity against Bruce grew more expressive and violent. The crowd of loungers about the jail increased. Personal abuse of the prisoner was indulged in at the windows, and even threats of violence were openly heard. Some of the boldest went so far as to counsel Wickson to kill Bruce, declaring, with a mob's ready acceptance or responsibility, that the}* would "stand by him." A moment's pause ensued. The soldiers, thinking that the weapons were those of the sheriff and his deputy and that Bruce was in the interior of the jail, were averse to unnecessary bloodshed. At this instant there was a crash of musketry in the rear, accompanied by the jingling of glass and the whistling of bullets. The leader of the party held up his hand to parley. Strayed—From the chateau at Buck Shoals, one low set burro, or child's donkey, named Marie Antoinette. He is of a mouse color, shading into elephant's breath on the stomach. He has had liia hair on one side clipped with scissors by the children, orivinf? thai (side a corrugated appearancewhioh is noticeable even at a distance. He 18 81  of age and is in his eigh,ty-seccwl i year now. 1Dut does not show it. be taken for V!) or 80 only. His tail has not been shaved since lie left home, ani so there mnst be a week's growth of beard on it. He went away because the children made lirm wear & 'Miilbonriet at Eaabur time, and he ha* jnst decided lately that it was aa inairitJ Mary Antoinette at times shows signs of second childhood approaching, but noticeable only to those who kuow and love ljim best. He went away in the, .nig})j; and may have elupod with someone. Any one finding him is cautioned about shaving his tail without running it through an ansnr hole in the side'of the barn and holding it with a pair1 of pltttiibkf'b forceps. A reward of *H will bo given' tor the return of Marie Antoinette and  at 90 days given for crops destroyed by him. ii ; Colonel Hunt did not stop until he reached a large tree that stood like a giant picket upon the very confines of the grove. He leaned his back against it and stood looking out upon the shadowv plain which the moonlight was beginning to uiuunne. turuiy nau he done so when the rhythmic hoof beats of a horse, coming toward him at full gallop, struck his ear. He stood erect and listened. A breeze had sprung up, and as its light breath fanned his furrowed cheek he could even distinguish the panting breath of the animal, as if driven hard or furiously ridden. Surprised that any cue should be approaching the camp at such a rate of speed, he stepped out into the open. In an instant he was almost run down by Cynthia, mounted on the foam covered Pepita. The two weapons exploded simultaneously—the flash from his opponent's revolver almost blinding Bruce as the deafening reports rang out npon the still air. At the sound of th& shots the horses sprang apart* and through the smoke that hung heavily between them Bruce t-ould see the captain endeavoring with difficulty to keep the saddle./ Hardly iiad he realized that he was himself unhurt when Foraker swayed suddenly in his stirrups and fell heavily to the ground. The gray trotted off a few paces and then stopped quietly to graze. riage." The door had hardly closed on tha departing Foraker when the old man presented himself, gun in hand, before the astonished Maverick household and excitedly announced his intention of taking his daughter home with him that very night. In vain Cynthia pleaded fatigue, and Miss Bertha declared that the festivities of the week weie not ended. Jn vain the accommodating blacksmith extended to Alcides the hospitalities of his dwelling and urged that it was too late altogether to think of attempting the journey. The old man remained obdurate, and there was nothing to do but comply. "I reckon you hear that, Ike Mosely," he said, with an oath. "The boys are rakin your lockup from the windows. You might ez well hand that feller OTer quiet and peaceable before they take him out a corpse. We've sworn to string him up, and ez we're ten to your one ye might as well be sensible and give in."' '%C•!!, ef that's all thet stands in jer auv," replied the accommodating Mr. Jerrnkl, taking his pipe from his lips, "thar's Bncksfadt. Barrin a disposition to rare and 'bnck' now and then, ez yejve seen, he's a jwrtrt hoss enongb and isjat yer service. For myself, I've gotenoufch to think alwut withont ridin into tjie Mr. W ickson had expressed in wordfl a cordial willingness to comply with these requests, but when It came to deeds had shown a singular reluctance. He alleged as the reason for this delay the fact that lie had 110 weapon, but as Bruce himself was unarmed this statement was hardly pertinent. How far he was influenced by a certain cold glitter in the latter's eye did not transpire. The fact remains that he listened quietly to the urgent but impracticable advice of the soldiers to "cut the tenderfoot's heart out," to "throw the stove on him" and other unconsidered suggestions that were rained upon him nil the afternoon. But at nightfall Mr. Wickson was still conspicuously doing nothing. "Henri/ Hmrc," said J err old quietly. The old man had already mounted the box seat of Ins wagon and taken up tlie reins. He whipped up smartly, and with a loud protest from axle and spring the crazy conveyance got fairly under way. Jerrold tarried only to cast oile regretful glance in the direction of Cynthia's window; then mounting the graV he dashed after him down the road. Ill a few minutes the figures of both men were lost to view in tho shrubbery that bordered the river. "You think so, do you?" retorted the sheriff through his set teeth. "I'll let you know I think different! I'll allow thet me and Jim kin hold only one end of this jail, but thet's about what we calculate to do. Of course ef you kill mm ur wwmfctfiiitme ~ x aitrf t&sponsF ble, but the first man of you thet steps across thet doorsill is gone in—I give you thet flat!" bargain." He took a 6-shooter from his belt atd regarded it absently, cocking and uncocking the weapon with the finger a»d thumb of his brawny right liand. The clicking of the lock sounded ominously far the still night. Bruce threw himself from his horse and bent over the prostrate man. The captain was lying upon his face, his hand still grasping the revolver. A -light smoke issued from the damp barrel. As he turned the body over, something warm fell u;xDn his hand, causing him an indescribable thrill. It was blood—from a wound m the breast! The red drops were trickling fast over the "Vnnt of his uniform. Foraker was dead. The apparition of her mounted presence came upon Hunt so suddenly that he cried out, "Halt!" with the sternness of one used to command. The mare was phecked instantly, but with a violeuce that almost threw the exhausted animal upon her haunches. PTXM LEVI'S RAZOR. Buck Shoals is in the center of the thermal belt. See that your World's fair ticket gives you a stop over here. Brace looked curiously at the man hefore availing hiuisclf of his offer. He ■eemed to have eomethingujKm hiaipinfl. However, he nntethered Buckshot, arjd hanging the long riata from the saddlfc bow sprang into the (saddle. - It will be understood by my feminine readers that the young lady did this with very ill grace, and that she rose rather late upon the following day a little fretful and cross in consequence. Who was the melodious ass that named the town of Rutherfordton in thiR state? Was he sober enough to give the name at the time? Then came a lull. The men dispersed for supper. Sheriff Mosely availed himself of the interval to send a message of the state of things to the colonel at the fort, a messag? which that worthy unaccountably saw fit to disregard. The sheriff had hardly spoken when the door of the Inner room swung quickly back and HumlyJim appeared. He waa pot visible to the throng without. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it. His voice came distinctly to to the ears of Mosely and Bruce. The house grew strangely quiet after their departure. The ebony Amelia liai departed early that morning for a day'$ holiday at Han Marcus, so the busy sounds of the kitchen were hushed. A general air of reposeful indifference seemed to have settled down upon the Dallas ranch with the sun beams that slumbered on its porch. "I suppose them earrings didn't fetch that Foraker to the extent she expected," commented Alcides, who was making preparations to ride into town for some family stores he had forgotten. The elder Dallas referred to some jewelry of glaring pattern ho had recently pur* chased for Cynthia. He was not altogether confident of the purity or appropriateness of his own taste. Be continued his preparations for departure, but was quietly observant and critical. "Who's there?' demanded the colonel, striding up. no nwlr at a swinging gallop througji the main Rtroet of the little frontier town. the hoofs of his horse echoisb loudly ou the level road, lu a few moment* he had. left the settlement behind liim and waa aloue upon the vast, illiin- Notwithstanding the justice of his aoiion, Bruce rose to his feet with an overmastering feeling of awe. As ho stood gazing down at the dead man, and the eyes so lately opened upon him in hate stared blankly up into his, he tottered and felt faint. Whit® as wm the face of the dead, his own was yet whiter and took on a ghastly expression in the cold, gray light that seemed suddenly to possess earth and sky. Bruce gazed vacantly about him and realized that it was morning. A faint flush was visible in the east. 1 ' ■ Kope Elias was the man who made the arrangement with the Richmond and Danville railroad. You will find no nioe fresh lawn growing under the feet of Kope Elias, For a few moments there was no reply. Then a voice in the gloom panted, "Cynthia!" and immediately after the girl slipped lightly to the ground and stood leaning exliaustedly against the saddle. After this he loaded his extra pistols and withdrew with Humly Jim to the little guardroom behind the outer door. Here he had recourse to his pocket flask and philosophically awaited developments."Thar ain't no use for me to put in any more time in thar," he said slowly. "Thar ain't no prisoner to guard. Leastwise none thet's likely to git away. Thet last volley tettjed Lem's account for good and all, I reckon. The durned idgit# killed the wrong man. P'raps thet bein the case you've got more use for me here in front." Toe following poem, or portion of !ohe, there being 1U other stanzas \+hioh are omitted Ue?e, is taken froma paper published near Cripple Creek, CoJo,, called The Iris: George W. Vanderbilt bought 20,000 acres more of perpendicular farming lands near here recently. This tract is grand and upright also. It aifords a beautiful view of Buck Shoals. He will fence it in and use it for rearing whippoorwills some say. liable plain, It was late in the afternoon when thq door ojionod suddenly and Cynthia cama out. She was dressed as for a journey. She wore tho long habit familiar to her riding excursions, and as she  from the doorstono her Claintijy gathered ajjrirts revealed diminutive riding boots and silver spurs. Beyond a slight Redness of the eyelids, there was no trace of the agitation of a few hours before, but in place of it a settled resolve shone in her movements. She passed quickly across the dooryard, heedless of the gambols of Aulus and the bleats of the teth ered antelope. The grateful transition from the fevers ish scene he had recently quitted to the perfect freedom of boundless space brought to his spirit a sense of rest an (J jH-ace. The night was so serene, so calm; so passionless. Everywhere the dominant moon silvered the landscape with the distinctness of day. She was so breathless and spent with the fatigue of her long ride that at first she could only indicate the urgency of her errand by broken sentences. Meanwhile the colonel, roused by the eloquence of her pale face and disheveled tresses, was moved to sympathy. When at last with many pauses for breath, but with an earnestness that betrayed her anxiety, she had made her purpose known, the ranger's response was kindly and reassuring. A HINT FROM NATT'-RE. T,'ong ago in the olden times ... People ftid not notice iu»Wre,T)Titviv« "I allow," he said quietly to his only remaining deputy after participating with him in this refreshment, "thet we don't get through this night's bizness natch'ally without suthin of a row, but whatever happens, Jim, Ike Mosely don't reckon 011 bein either euelired or bluffed. I don't projKise to let Lena thar git out. aud they can t have lieury tJruce except over my dead body. Savey thet?" Are older and \vi«or and Should notice all things, you see. Miss Dallas took no notice of the solicitude of her 6ire. She was annoyed and displeased for many reasons; at her father, for his abrupt termination of her visit; at Henry Bruce, for not proffering the attention she had determined beforehand to thwart; at the captain, for his susceptibility to the attractions of other belles and his disposition to be convivial while in her company. Cynthia was too experienced in the society of the frontier to be either nuritanical or prudish in the matter of beverages, but she resented the captain's indulgence under the circumstances with the sincerity it deserved. Mosely was about to whisper some hurried command to his deputy when a second volley crashed through the inner room, splintering the woodwork and beams. The sounds of this terrific fusillade had not entirely ceased before a sudden noise borne on the night wind came to their ears from without. A low rumble aa of distant thunder shook the earth, and the windows of the jail rattled with a strong vibratory tremor. The crowd about the shattered door turned in surprise. A clear, ringing cheer burst suddenly upon the still night. There was a sound of galloping hoofs and a murmur of many voices, and with a sudden rush and tumult a mounted cavalcade Awept round the jail, the moonlight flashing upon their brandished rifles. In an instant the building was surrounded. Plum Levi of Aslieville closed his barber shop for three days last week owing to the panic, but reopened one-half of the business this morning. The receiving window is open again, and he hopes to open the disbursing department as crops begin to come in. Mr. Levi has enough assets, all good, but cannot realize on them. He has the promises of all our leading citizens that he may shave them after death, but you can't hurry up such collateral as that. The season has been too healthful to realize on Plum's property. "When pushed by his creditors, he could only run around among customers and look at their tongues. Plum's popularity among the dead is remarkable. Friends of deceased always send for him, too, because his shaving is a sure test that the remains are not in a trance. Plum has an old razor called Excaliber that makes one's face feel like a pillar of fire by day and a pillar of prussic acid by night. Wherever it alights one notices a little tickling sensation as he doth who sitteth down where the little black hornet or typhoid touchme-not of Tennessee is opening a World's fair. Did you oyer notice nature? She talks nil day long. Perhaps, friends, yt)U don't know The brook's murmur is its aonff. After a long, exhilarating canter, he checked his jwiuting horse and rode back upon his tracks. Tlie stimulus of physical exercise had quite dispelled the feeling of irritation which had driven him out of town at this unseemly hour upon horse-, back. Aside from his encounter in the sheriff's behalf, which had naturally reacted somewhat upon bis nerves, there were other things which had tended to disturb the equanimity of his temper. It was no sense of guilt, bnt the sickening realization of having sent a human being to bis long account, that made his heart heavy as he mounted again and rode slowly back along the level road. It was the horror of the thing. So far as the act itself was concerned it was clearly justifiable. It had been done in self defense. " 1 C i The deputy did. "Ye're brave little girl," he said, "and a man oughter feel proud that one o' your style takes the trouble to show an interest in him. Well, Miss Cynthia, come up to the camp, and we'll see what can be done. It's a full moon tonight, and only a few hours' hard riding from here to The Post. Perhaps it'd be jest as well if I took the boys over for a little pasear. They won't mind it much, and even if nothing comes of it it will set your fears at rest at any rate. Ef thar's a man in my company that isnt willin to make this trip when he hears of the ride you've taken to save Henry Bruce, lie's not fit to serve under Colonel Hunt. You've struck us at the right time, too, young lady. Supper is waiting—such as it is! As soon as that is over we'll Baddie up and start. Ez for yourself, I can send you back by the night coach thet ]»sses Thompson's ranch about an hour from now, I reckon." "Now, what I expect of you, Jim," continued Ike, "is what I allers get— cl'ar grit and nothin else." Arriving at the bam in the rear of the ranch, she roused herself sufficiently to shut the great hound in a neighboring box stall and hook tho door securely, whereuiDon, without further delay, she led her pony from the stable and saddled i and bridled him as fast as her eager fingers could manipulate buckle and strap. She accomplished this task with a deft ease to which habit had long accustomed her. \\ ith equal readiness she led the obedient mustang to an adjacent tree stump, where she etfocted successfully the somewhat discommoding achievement of mounting. Then with a sharp cut of her riling whip she started Pepita at once into a gallop and struck out over the prairie with a direct ness that showed her fixedness of purpose.His mind was made np as to what he 6hould da He would ride back to San Marcus, seek out Sheriff Mosely, acknowledge the shooting and the circumstances and give himself np. For a moment his courage misgave him as he realized that there bad been no witness to the encounter and that his justification must rest upon his own unsupported He leaned forward aud gripped his ill favored comrade's hand as he said this. The two men exchanged glances. As he rode on in the stillness, unbrokrTi save by the monotonous footfall of his borso. his thought* constantly reverted-to Cynthia and her behavior with the captain. •t had annoyed him undeniably, without Iris knowing why. Brace did not believe himself to be interested In Miss Dallas. Having little of that vanity which characterizes most men.lt had probably never occurred to him that much of Cynthia's apparent interest in Foraker was prompted by pique at his own refusal to act as her escort. He was aware that the quaint , breezy little maiden, who had rescued him bo pluckily from his predicament in the Coiorafio some montns Derore, interested him greatly; that he felt strangely drawn toward her whenever he found himself in her society, aud that, being impelled by a thoroughly masculine impulse to favor her with sound advice and bene' ticial counsel, he was annoyed to find that she ignored it. Then there were other matters of solicitude—not so apparent to the masculine mind, but which a sympathetic sex will readily appreciate — matters between herself and Miss Bertha, wherein the rival charms of the young ladies had come in collision, resulting in consequent jealousy and woe. "Ef they start to break in here tonight Til draw them fastenings," pointing to the iron door that led into, the room where the prisoners were confined, "and call on Henry Bruce. We two'll keep this place against all comers or die together, yon can take iny word for thet! Your bizness'll be to go in thar and hold thet tarrier, Wickson, and prevent his gittin out. Ef he makes a break or acts anyway obstrep'rous, shoot him jest the same ez ye would a jack rabbit. Thar ain't no other way with sich cattle. He's more'n half responsible for the tronble we're goin to git tonight, and I only wish my 6-shooter lied sorter gone off by accident 011 the way op here. It wonld have saved iny conscience consider'ble wear and tear. Ez it is now I'm about eut up with remorse." statement. He was pondering this fact with deep and increasing misgiving as he rode forward when a familiar Voice hailed him just ahead so abruptly as to startle him and cause him to stop short. Four mounted men had halted on the highway in frost of him. It was now broad daylight. Bruce recognized thefamiliar figure of Dee Mosely in the man who had addressed him. His deputies, Jake Sharp Mid Humly Jim, were assisting him as mounted escort in conducting the horse thief LemWidkson to the military jail at Bradford post. The leader of the party charged the group of soldiers before the doorway al a gallop, reining np his horse so fiercely that the hoofs of the animal struck fire in the resisting gravel. The agony of mind induced by such a succession of causes is readily apparent, so that later, when Mr. Buck Jerrold rode np to the ranch gate and threw himself from the saddle, he was welcomed ' with a cordiality that might have been misleading. "Fallback!" shouted "the imperative voice of Colonel Hunt. "Fall back, now, all of you, and disperse! This business has gone far enough." STRAYED FROM TT1F. CHATEAU Perbafs you neverihink, WbeiDyou go out. for a walk. "What hoss ye got thar, Buck?" inquired Alcidea suspiciously, noting the enthusiasm of his daughter's manner. "AInt thet Foraker's gray!" Her mind was made up: she had decided what to do. in the interval 6ince she had learned of the misfortune that hail overtaken Henry Bruce she had weighed the possible tlang»-rs of his position and resolved that assistance must be Bent him at all hazards. The forebodings Of Alcides were scarcely spoken when they awoke the courage and sympathy of her resolute little heart. She had waited only to s( e if her father or Jerrold would return to send the warning the former had suggested. They had not done so. Housed now to n fever of excitement at the delay, sho had deter mined to be the bearer of the tidings herself. At the sharp command Foraker's men. realizing they were now between two fires, scattered in all directions. The soldiers in the rear of the jail were as quickly routed. Hardly three minutes elapsed before the horseman threw himself from the saddle and striding over the fallen door entered the corridor. But here he paused at a gesture of dissent from Cynthia, who had taken the bridle of Pepita and was already leading her intolhe grove. The appointment and administration of Kope Elias as internal revenue collector of this district is giving more and more satisfaction. He has 450 agents nnder him, all of whom are a perfect gentleman. The internal revenue affairs here have never been so genial in North Carolina as at the present time. Such men as Hezekiah Gudger agree with this sentiment. It has always been a very difficult matter to attend to revenue affairs here without making personal enemies, but at the present time all is harmony, Kope Eliaa is the most harmonious man that the president could have named. He is one of our subscribers and knows that we will send back the little willow covered tank as soon as we are through with it. A few more harmonious appointments would please us at any time. Skoal. Kope. Skoal just once more for the seegars. That every flower unjJ Ulade of ttram IS trying to get you to slop and talk. 3 And if you Kit, cjowu DDear a tree Among the grass and flowcr.4. "I reckon so," Mr. Jerrold returned, with a gravity of manner that impressed both Alcides and Cynthia. "I reckon bo, Al, and I don't wonder ye ask me. The fact is, so much hez taken place jence last night thet I kin hardly git it Itraight myself or git started to till it I'm ridin thet hoss because I've got permission from Jedge Pemberton to do so, and because Ike Mosely hez seized Buckshot to transport a prisoner to the jail at Bradford post." "How now, pardner?" remarked Mr, loosely geniallv, slipping one foot free from the leather stirrup and throwing l:b leg easily over the pommel of his saddle. "Yer takin rather an early constitutional, ain't ye, fur one who's been up pretty near all night? I ain't specially fond of ridin before breakfast myself, but Lem here was so anxious about gettin into comfortable quarters I reckoned we'd better humor him, so we've started for the post. P'raps you'll reconsider on thet position of yours last night and be willin to celebrate thet pistol trick with a leetle genooine opedeldock." "Send me back by the night coach!" she rejieatod, glancing at him and knitting her brows. "Thank you, sir, I'm not to Ite disposed of so easily. I have friends at The Post and reckon they will be willing to take care of me tonight. At any rate, I'll ask 'em. If you can give me a fresh horse and it's all the feame to you, Colcnel Hunt, I reckon 111 ride along too." As the shadows of evening drew around the jail the sheriffs forebodings seemed at first without foundation. With the beating of "taps" lights vanished at the fort, the sounds of frontier discipline were hushed, and the camp apparently sank to repose. Deceived by this absence of hostilities, the solitary deputy dozed on a bench of the low corridor. Only Ike Mosely remained alert and vigilant. If you u a »-ross and Sod; ' " ' Nature will reason iviUUyou forJuTOM. » •••■»,» Yes, GqC1 lias iciven ns To lielp us on nur life's tyiir, Sn when v u ar • sa'i ami weary NaCture w ill help usw:r sadness topndnrB. It C-t An incident of the early evening had not tended to increase the serenity of his temper. It was when upon first recognizing Cynthia at the ball in company with Foraker he had so far forgotten himself in his suspicion of the man as to inquire: k. ,'F / • ji I MH|L JV « *' y Cynthia Dalian staggered trembling to the doorway. Nature rtas neVfer iriojsvn to weep Or to tDe sacior cross. DC■ i Ah! if we were to lose nature. It would be a vt'Cy loss. Slido*re»n»t for the melancholy— :' For she has al\VH)'sD aspired-*- t iii.vM She laufehs gayly with the blithe, , She tenderly i-oolite* the tfred; ;; "Who is that fellow, Cynthia?" He glanced quickly at Cynthia. "To cut a long story short," he continued, averting his eyes from the girl's face, "Jack Foraker was found lyin dead on the prairie this mornin with a bullet wound in his left breast. His hoss was grazing quietly in the neighborhood. There wasn't any explanation of the Bhootin, and all sorts of theo ries were flyin about at San Marcus, when a couple of fellers rode into town and allowed thet they met Ike Mosely and his deputies half way to The Post, and thet they hed the man who done it." CHAPTER 30J. The moonbeams, stealing through the barred grating of the roof, were falling almost vertically upon the stone pavement at his feet when liis quick ear caught the sound of voices. Drawing a narrow slide in the outer door, he peered through its semicircular guard. A crowd of men were collected in front of the jail. They were conversing together in low tones. In the light of the moon the sheriff recognized several of the most desperate of Foraker's men. One burly fellow held in his hand a coil of rope. Closing the slide cautiously, he roused his companion and examined his pistols. A second later the jail door vibrated with a blow struck upon it by some heavy object from without. "A gentleman," Misa Dallas replief provokingly. The rebuke was crushing. He writhed under it now at the recol- The full moon in meridian splendor shone calmly down on Bradford post. The little plateau on which the frontier fort was placed stood out above the outlying country with all the distinctness of day. The moonlight flooded everything within The Post itself, steeping the three sides of the level square, illuminating the low barracks of the soldiers and the adobe dwellings of the officers opposite, and slipping ghostlike from the white flagstaff, which seemed to stretch a spectral finger to the stars. It wanted yet two hours of midnight, but the lights were out which, earlier in the evening, had flickered in the various quarters. So gracious was the night it seemed to breathe a benison upon the slumbers of the quiet garrison. i. 1 Xn matter how poor flnD person. He Is never refused » wrft rot- 75 To see Colonel Hunt, who was a friend of her father's and well known to Cynthia; to acquaint him with the circumstances of the tragedy of the early morning; to ehaftnpion Bruce's cause to the utmost, and so \v«Drk ujDon the sympathies of the ranger captain that he would Bummoti his men aud goat once to Bradford post—this was the errand the courageous girl had undertaken. lection. He produced the well (mown flask as he spoke and extended it hospitably toward him. She loves everybody she sees Whether tliey ah; poor or not. The sndden hoof beats of a horse caused him to look up. So absorbed had he been in his reflections that he had taken no heed of his surroundings. He found himself on the San Marcus highway at some distil nee from the town. A horseman was coming toward him mounted upon a jiowerful gray. The moonlight glanced ujton the epaulets and other decorations of the rider. The cause of his evening's annoyance stood before his eyes. w it • iD» i i "'3 " .M , So, if you want to lDe cross. Don't go Into her reach,. Bruce could hardly force a smile at the sheriff's facetiousness. However, he took the flask and drank a swallow of its contents. It braced his nerves. In a few worus ne recounted wnai nau nappeneu. The purchase of the Pink Bed and Pis gah track by Mr. Vanderbilt, embracing 30,000 acres of land, has thrown the colored Christian Endeavor society of that place out of a home, as all the buildings on the property will be demolished. The society is looking about for a location. They are offered a bonus and a good baptizing place below here on the river, but have not yet accepted. For the sadder yon are The more gladness she'll preach. Sometimes the pnnlshilient God giveq Is liartl to bear. And \ve foolishly thin,k. If we suffer. Cod doesn't earn. "Yo don't say I" remarked Mosely when he had finished. "So ye called Foraker in, eh—jest natch'ally dropped him right in his tracks when he had a bead on you fust? Well, now, pardner, I congratulate you. Ef you'd like a recommend to jina 'the Rangers' any time you're up our way, I reckon Ike Mosely will be on hand with the necessary papers. I tell you what, boys," he said, turning round in the saddle suddenly and addressing the two deputies, "thet's rather sarcastic on a West Pointer, rakin a soger out of his boots when he was fust with his weapon!" And now as she set out upon this mad ride over valley and divide her pulses throbbed with anxiety and her heart grew faint, fearing some jiossible mischance that might cause the failure of her plan. What if the colonel should be fibsent! What if the rangers had moved their camp from the localify she so well knew and had so often visited with her father! But he does care a great deal. i -j, That's Why lif C?ave us nature, you l;now, Hecausc when he can't soothe our wrmadg Nature takes his place and does so. "And who was it?" asked Alcides breathlessly. "Just in time, Ike, to put a stop to this yer foolishness," he remarked, grasping the sheriff by the hand. "Notmuch too early, BiU, thet'safact,' replied Mosely, returning the greeting. " 'Pon my word, colonel, I rather looked for somethin of a scrimmage, but this sudden freak o' yours for a moonlight pasear sorter took the sand ont o' them sojers, natch'ally, didn't it? What angel sent yon down our way at this hour o' the night?" Buck Jerrold glanced again at Cynthia. She' as seated on the doors tone of the ramb with clasped hands and startled eyes, noting every detail of the intelligence. Captain Jack Foraker was evidently the worse fyr his evening's gayety. He had 8j**nt the latter portion of the night in visiting the neighboring saloons and in monotonous patronage of the San Marcus bars. At length, being suddenly impressed with the necessity of presenting himself for roll call at the garrison, he had reeled to the stable, kicked the sleepy hostler into consciousness and rotting JMs #%i-inebriat£d person irrto tb*» started out of town an hour before People who have heretofore' failed to notice nature will he glad to have their attention thns pleasantly called .in that 1 direction. Weare also shown in a pleas- 1,1 infe way how disaarveableit would be if lin nature sUould ever have anything hap-.'-1 pen to it. ,., i« "Who's there?" demanded Mosely at The Colored Coarse Comb band of Pisgah also finds itself hors de come back, as their old tract is to be fenced off and planted with fallow deer and terrapin. Many people find themselves homeless in that locality and as soon as they can call in their dogs will move. Pink Beds is eo called because the great basin, as surveyed from the mountains at the midsummer season, is a vast bed of Indian pinks, most beautiful to behold. The name does not mean, as a correspondent seems to think, that pink  are used there exclusively. They are not. the slide. "I don't know nothin about the matter myself one way or t'other," responded Buck, turning his eyes inward as if tc escape the imputation of being responsible for what he was about to communicate, "but Ridge Bartram said thet the man they hed was ridin Buckshot, and thet he had confessed to hevin shot Foraker in a hand to hand fight on hossback early this mornin." Yet there was commotion at Bradford post—not within the confines of the fort itself, nor in the moonlight spaces of the level square, but far in the rear of the soldiers' barracks, where a small, low stone building stood with barred dooT and grated windows. A crowd of 50 or 60 men were collected about this structure conversing in low tones and excitedly running from window to window. As they moved to and fro the rays of the moon flashed u]Don muskets and accouterments. They were the soldiers qf Foraker's company, ripe for insurrection over the death of their chief, and the building about which they were gathered was the military jail of Bradford post. "Come, come, Ike Mosely," replied a loud voice, which the sheriff instantly recognized as the sergeant of Foraker's men; "this p n't no game of bluff. We're here for bizness, and we want you to open up." What if some other warning had called these adventurous men away from their headquarters, and she should arrive to find tliC; place a solitude and herself powerless to aid or save him! In terror at the thought t lie plied without pity both whip and spur. The panting Pepita fairly flew! Used as she was to the saddle, the breathless haste, the agony of that terrible gallop, remained always an event in Cynthia's memory. She heeded not the familiar landscaj-e, undulating ever before? her like a billowy sea; the alarmed rattle that fled in a panic from the tlitnuW of her approach; the occasional bands of antelope that dashed away affrighted; the flocks of nuail and Bummer duck that whirred to the right and left as she dashed throagh copse and underbrush or came suddenly upon some outlying pool. 1, ii Jake Sharp and Humly Jim, seeing that the great man was disposed to be jbvial, received the reflection with ghastly merriment. "P'raps you'll state your reasons for gittin in before I give ye the privilege," responded Mosely. Colonel William Hunt removed his hat, and the moonlight shone full upon his serious face. BrcK Shoals. Ts. C., August, "Waal, yes, we don't mind, seein we're comin in, whether you're willin or not," responded the voice. "We're going to hang that d d tenderfoot you've got in there to the highest tree in the post- That's what we're going to dol So we tell you to open up!" Driven Away—A Cliic»Drn liomai»A "Behold me now!" It was this exhilarated individual, with difficulty bestriding his gallant gray charger, who encountered penry j Bruce & fiiuf hour later on the San Mar- i custoad. It Wta this getrtlemafi wttb,: instantly recognizing him in the clear light of the moon, drew rein to intercept him, and it was he who accosted him angrily, albeit incoherently, having apparently some grievance for which he wished redress. R WW/ "You've struck it, Mosely," he said solemnly. "An out and out angel ar.d no mistake. I ain't no call to take t* myself any credit for this yer night'" bizness. It all belongs to a woman—a little gal ez galloped 10 miles to bring me word, and notwithstanding hez rid with us every step of the way and put the blush to every man in my troop—a gal ez I'd bank on ag'in the men 1 ever see and who's too good a durned sight for the best man in the state." "But who was it?" Cynthia broke in impatiently. As he stood before her. with bowed head and in disheveled clothing, the lady of the house knew at ouce that .the tired stranger had met with some keen and bitter disappointment. "Henry Bruce," said Jerrold quietly. Wanted—By a former president of savings bank, situation in a good family, to do chores in a private home, or to take care of a disagreeable invalid. Will rnn of errands or work or look out ior a well educated young woman who is going abroad. Ready at figures and can show at once by piwiiirt of piece of chalk and side of fcarn how much a serr- There was a dead silence. Dallas and Jerrold exchanged glances. A moment later Cynthia rose to her feet, white as the neighboring wall, and ran quickly into the house. In the hush that followed her departure the two men grew restless. • "Oh, ye are?" -said Ike tauntingly. "Mebbe yon reckon thet I'll set quietly by and see you do alfthet? Now, Tin givin it to you straight what you kin expect ef you try on anything of the kind. Thar's two of us here, and we'll kill every mother's son of ye thet gets in ez sure ea there's a living God!" "Yes, madam," he continued,' "behold me now. Once the most popular and respected conductor on my road, today I am homeless, an outcast' from my own threshold. In years of constant toil I accumulated a modest property-, and locating in one of the most respectable •parts of Chicago I built me a little home, where I hoped, with the flock I had gathered around me, to end my days in peace. And now I am turned away from my own doors, a hopeless wander- Trouble had been brewing since early morning. With the arrival of Sheriff Mosely and his prisoners, the news of the tragedy at San Marcus had spread like wildfire through the camp. Foraker's men received the intelligence sullenly, but with evident suspicion of foul play. The dead captain had been popular with his company, which included the most reckless and desperate of the soldiers at the fort. There were among them certain dissipated spirits who cherished a lively admiration for the hardihood and notorious reputation of their leader. Considerable cnrip.aity had been expressed in jvsard to the man who had seen fit to abbreviate so enviable a career. There had been trips to the jail in consequence, and throughout the day a crowd of eager faces had beset the windows.Bruce, at once noting the condition of the- redoubtable captain, turned his horse aside and endeavored to pass him without replying, but Foraker, perceiving his intent. Dut spurs to 14s trrstv and cannoned into hkA with a forte that compelled him to halt. tTbe old man was the fiiet to speak, and when he did so it was in tones of exaltation.On she sped, while the trees flew reeling by and the ravens croaked an ominous presage" from the wayside. Pepita was flagging a little. She had still some miles to go. The sun was binking slowly but surely to the horizon. Yet taking ever with the skill of the frontier the shortest and most direct route to her rendezvous, plunging through chaparral at the peril of life and limb, her garments torn, her pony bleeding from the thorny thicket, she still held her course to the westward and galloped on with a courage that in inan would have been heroic, but in woman was sublime. And even at this moment pale, breathless and disheveled Cynthia Dallas staggered trembling to the doorway  fainting on the threshold Ant girl can have in 200 years if she puts f I in the bank every week and keeps her ♦ye on it all the time. "Waal, dern my skin, ef thet young feller don't deserve the thanks of the entire county!" he exclaimed, slapping his leg in self congratulation over Foraker's jintimely decease. "I allers did take ymsider'ble stock in Henry Bruce, and now I'm a tenderfoot ef he ain't riz in a* estimation a clean hundred per cent." buck Jerrold assented with lees empnasis. He was pondering the absence of Qynthia. i "Thar'i no dtecopntin the fact thet Uack Foraker4* death's a public benefit," Ve replied, with cheerful philosophy. 4But I reckon, Al, thar's a good many A blow from tho outside was the only response. Fanning if not such a safe profession as many would fcftve us believe. A mail named Richard Davis was buried during th? summer at the Buuigarner grave-- yard who was instantly killed while following the plow. He was going at a high rate of speed, the off mule having secured th# line under his or her tail, as case may be. when the plow struck a hickory root in such a way as to ernsl. the ribs of Mr. Davis by a blow from one of the handles, killing him instantly. A week ago a fleshy man named Burdick Of Transylvania county slid down a haystack anCl encountered a {ritehfork standing against the stack, tines upward, but concealed by the hay. The three tines of the fork punctured the abdominal cavity, proving so fatal that his son is now running the farm. It was he who stood the fork wrong end up by the side of the stack. We hope that from tins little incident he has learned a valuable lessen. Another farmer, while finishing a tall stack of grain this month and not over 20 miles from where the above faux pas occurred, called to his sou below to toss up a long stake sharpened at the end for the purpose of fastening the top sheaf on the stack. The son, who is "Thet'8 right!" shouted Ike as a second blow caused the door to spring on its hinges. "The sooner ye make a hole through thet partition, the more likely I am to reach ye!" JO |UC CONTINUED.] "What .ffi*.y«u mean by that?" demanded Bruce, with difficulty reining in the praatfhig Bticishbt after the collision. "I've, got sutliin to say to you, yonng feller," the captain thickly, rising in his phrfiips and, leaning forward over Foraker ivtu deafi. "How's thet?" ejaculated Ifosdly, turning again to Bruce as the lattek* repeated' his intention of giving', himself np.j "You're thinkin of coming along  ns? I reckon we've g*»t about aJI we ku; take care of today," waking at, the deputies. here's 4. big poq-1 tract to handle, and It's preityVgood and free oountfy all arouad about nere. My eyes sorter failin nid after lqst night's business and my hearm bein on.sartm, I don't ez j hev any knowledge vf this onexpected rru-ctin out hare ot tbe road. I reckon, ef J fhould eler tt-t to hear of any seeh encoMter, it migMt bo necessary fur me io ta% some fldtioA bitI ez thei case ptands jest4 now, yeytee, I'm not aware#het taythingWtof theor'nayy hez occurred.!' \u V j \IT In spite pf tflie sheriffs humordus deception of the event ,of. the early morning, Brnce still persisted in his plan of j giving himself jb)m KB*), the , best and most Thdnabaklw way m* ft* ImpreuiveneM of the Occult. Fortune Teller—You are soon to I* married to the man you love. Miss Calculate—Is he a blor\^) "Yes." er. There is no longer any room for me under my own roof. Madam, they came, aud I was obliged to go."' He emphasized the remark by drawing the slide and discharging his revolver through the aperture. A yell and a sudden shuffling of feet without greeted the shot. "Is his Barry?" ".Yes." "Who earner" queried the kind lady, brusliing away a that was coursing down Ids travel stained cheek. I. ' the nefck of Iris horse in an aggressive . way. He, emphasized his remarks with his heavy, riding whip. "You insulted me tonight. I want you to und'shtan I'm a West'Pola r end a damned sight too gnodi icompany, t'or any girl you or any other tenderfoot eshcorts to a ball. You heir.nref'Tie d'e'maiided with drunken directness,' raising bis voice. "Wass more, she jai/i t fiuchpn looks anyway, nor style either, and there wasn't any occasion fat ybn to be So damned esclu- "Will he give me a ring with a turquoise and two diamonds?" "Yea." The tired traveler replied as liis emaciated frame shook with emotion, "Alas, madam, my relatives from the east!"— Harper's Bazar. For time all was qniet. Mosely drew the slide again and reconnoitered. The result Was apparently not satisfactory. He snapped the catch bark suddenly and turned sharply upon Hun»iy Jim. "Are we going to Europe on our wedding journey?" "Yes." z is takin pretty hard the mess young Iruce hez got himself inter. It seemed The camp occupied by Colonel Hunt and the rangers he commanded was §|tched in a inotte of pecans that borered a fertile valley. The lofty tree tops lifted themselves, a dark green barrier against the monotony of the level plain. Within the white tents of the rangers glimmered in the shade; saddles and camp utensils were scattered about; horses stood tethered here and there or roamed with hoppled limbs and tinkling stock bell through the grove—everything wore the air of a picturesque and favorable encampment. J.n consequence of the absence of the [Dresiding justice, the time for a hearing n the case had been set down for the following day. In the present state of popular feeling Sheriff Mosely had thought best to confine the body of Bruce duriftg the interval. He had been obliged, therefore, to incarcerate him in the single room of the jail in company with Lemuel Wickson. Through the heavily barred windows the. forms pf the men could be dimly seen, and even conversation interchanged through ar\ occasional broken pane, break the Kernophans pp pretty bad, "It's jest ez i reckoned," he said quietly. ''They're comin back agin, and this time they've got a timber with em, anCJ thet door is goin in. I reckon, we ll make a division of forrea." Miss Calculate (to friend}—Isn't wonderful?—Truth. - \ol That TVaj. Edgar gazed into Arabella's eyes with a eoulfulness which showed he meant business. He murmured: frid Miss Stafford was plumb besides lerself. They left town fur the Mesiuito ranch ez soon ez they learn the acta, and Phil Kernochan said he was Becoming Seriou*. Manager Dime Museum—What's th$ TOW in here? "Dearest, be mine, and you stall nb 1 ways build the morning fires, and I will ■ D••• never, never attempt to thwart yon in this the noblest, the( grandest work which comes within the sphere of worn- l C! D( anhood." sive." Then, leaning over his saddle In to The Post afterwards." Attendant—One of the heads of the two headed girl wants a hoopskirt, and the other doesn't.—Good News. with iwr.of giving very imi portant advice, "1fou want to be dev'lish [careful, young feller, or yo'Il get your►eelf into trouble—mind that." t ' 'Stand Wide!" Bruce broke in sternly, [reigning back ldsfiprse as if about to ride r®11- ,V A slight rustling in the direction of Cynthia's bedroom showed that Mr. JernU'i facts were noted. Doggone it, Bnck, ye're right!" ex- He rew tho bolts on the inner door as he 9poke. ".Call him." he whispered Humly Jim complied. A second later Brijce stepped through the opening. Tli«» deputv grasped his revolvers and disappeared within. Ike Mosely turned and faced the ranchman in the moonlight. Strong In the Spirit. ;lj|jined Alcides pnddenly as the possible danger pf Bruce's suggested itself to Us mind. "Them sogers of Foraker's jompany might take it into their cussed Goodman—Is Dr. Thirdly & powerful preacher? .Avd Arabella put her hand confidingly in Edgar's, and with an artless, gurgling laugh replied, "No, Edgar, I prefer to make it warm for yon in soma other way,'—Boston Transcript clearing himself from the imputation of foul play. To this the genial Ike cheerfullv ooposed the follv of any one's put- It was the supper hour, and campfires were beginning to illuminate the shad- The soldiers had been in doubt at first as to which of the two was responsible Deacon Hicks—I should think so! 'Bout every fourth week we have to have the pulpit repaired,—Truth. "Trrin to get away!" jaid the captain "Pardner," he said, placing his hands