Pittston Gazette

              Warning Vi lley. 7 P1TTSTON,- LUZERNE Cd., PA., FRIDAY, APRIL tD, 1894. "" AW ESTABLISHKD I 8RO. » vol,, xJ.I 11. NO. ai. » Oldest Newspaper in the eekly Local and Family Journal. I*l.50 I'KR ANNUM I IN ADVANCE me range. inree raws mancu wuu •uiddert'Tear, though Wing looks instantly up to say: • —- i very trail v.-bad counted on its reaching him during the day. He was sure it «Ould lxD, yvtjiipg. elfiy whyij rthe corporal reported, something in sight, indso when ho discovered the approaching party to lie Aj«iches no words cquld describe the measure of his disappoint-, merit and dismay.. Not fur himself and his men; they were old hands and had 4 fine jMisition to defend. His thought all for those in whose behalf he lias already made such gallant fight And for poor Wing, wlloso feeble moaning ,*vory now and then reaches his ear. At 10 o'fclock he Is able through his •glasses to distinctly make out tho number and character, of tho coming party. "Nine Apacihee, all warriors, but one of them apparently wounded or disabled, 1'for they have to tenpport him on the fyorse, and'this it i8 that hampers their advance and rnalceS it slower. They I are heading for tho oasis at the mouth i-of the oanvon. There they will leave rtneir norsea and thefr Wounded, and ! then come creeping up .tlje. winding, gorge or crouching among the bowlders Jfroni the east to join in the attack on the .hated paleface, Drummond can .have no doubt of that. New dispoKi_tidns are necessary. D . • 1 ! Shot, aiul Dnnnniond can barely repress a little gasp.' '' Narrow squeak that, Walsh I That devil has crawled C h*e op on us. Can yon see him?" ife "Begad, sir, I canfwe nothing at all but rocks, rocks, rOCl# How c&n a uian fight anyway ag'iu human beings that cj-awl like snakes?" Zip! Another shotf&close at hand too, and from another una&en foe. The first came from somewherfcamong the bowlders down to the efcrtheast, and this Second Whizzed from kcrous the canyon. A little puff of blue &oke is floating up from among the rqtks 50 yards or bo to the north of the najpow slit. Crouching lower, jPmmmond calls across to Coetigan, poaifett as the easternmost of the two men on the opposite side: • ' '" That fellow is nea&st you, corporal. Can you see.nothing o| him?" "Nothing, pic; I was looking that way, too, when he fired. Not even the muzzle of his gun showed." 1 ms is serious uusimiss. ir one Indian or two can find it so easy to creep around them, and anned pnly with their fluizzle loading guns send frequent shots that reach the besieged " in rererbe, "what can be hDped when the Vhjule 4niid and errerf rock on 'every side shelters a hostile ApacheT From the first Dxummond has feared th.'tjt huwever effective might be these Aeft'nstMj against the oi»en attack of white' men, they are ill adapted to protect the defenders against the fire of Indians -vVho can bliinb like sqnirrels 01 .xvl or squirm through any chink or yice like"60 many snakes. Another shott Another bullet flattens ilf on the roctt close to his right iilder and then drops into the dust liis knee. It comes from farther up cliff—perhaps 200 yards away bag tho8o stunted cedars—but shudingjy close. Coetigan and the other ft glance anxiously over their shoulb at the point where their young and Walsh are crouching. |y are not yet' subjected to a frre from rear, these others. The lookont, signal station, as it might be callis the highest point and mo6t ex- Ed about the position. 'For God's sake, lieutenant," cries icorporal,'"don't stay there. They've your range on two sides anyhow, tie out of it. You and Walsh can I down as we open firo. We'll just flrivo in every direction until you eafe below." Jruinmond hesitates. He sees a half tding loyk in Walsh's honest face. Irishman Dvould willingly tackle whole trttit in open fight, but what ioeen't like is the idea of being potj like a caged tiger", never knowing )nce came the shot that laid hira Then the lieutenant peers about Yes. it is exposed to fire from a it in the cliffB to the west, and e are rocks over there to the north seem to command it, but if aban(id there will be no way of preventa bold advance on the part of the ichcs up the rugged eastward elope, rould then stand between the deters and the assailants, giving to the fer incalculable advantage. Hold 10 must for a few minutes at least, 1, recalling McGuffy, he can Bet I and one or two others to work pilip s rock barricade in front of the Then if driven out and no longer to stand the Indians off they can a Into the caves themselves, hide precious charges in the farthest and then, like Buford at Getr, "fight like the devil" till res- M*. » - splashing into a (shallow pool, where lie lies writhing. The two farthest down the canyon have slipped back lDehiiul the rocky shoulder. The other two. close at hand, have rolled behind the nearest shelter and thence send harmless bullets whizzing overhead. Costigan lets.drive a wild Irish yell of triumph and delight. C^^C^^5^yRiGHTt 1893JYCMMLEJ K1WG, the »;hivalric: sailor's best word as the greeij waters engulfed his sinking ship, finds its cavalry echo in Drummond's "After you,corporal," in this faraway canyon in desert Arizona. The men have scrambled through the gap, then Costigan, with reluctant backward glance, is hurried in just as a flash of flame and smoke leaps downward from the crest and the foremost Apache sends a hurried, ill aimed shot at the last man left. Before another shot can follow. Drummond's arm is seized by muscular hands, and he is dragged within the gap. Two or three hugo stones are rolled into place, and in an instant through tho ragged loopholes the black muzzles of half a dozen carbines are thrusting, and Costigan shouts exult ingly, "Now, yon black legged blackguards, come on if yo dare!" liEI'l KIATET) I'.Y NYE. irhrt forgotten to pnv, Bat now we are happy—oh, so happy!" "They can't harm you* and our men will ho here in less than no time." The road, which by commercial ir.cn is known as the Oh, Gosh, How Lil» I Am and Southern railroad! is qui'.; rough and at times where the rail !m loose slips off at a crossing and follow a a farmer's team off into the country for miles. It reminds me of the Big Fonr road, which undertook last spring in the town of Lafayette, Ind., to go down through an alley of the town. It cut off the whole corner of a trick depot and in a moment was' wrecked horribly, the poor engineer being under his engine and three cars In a few seconds. Out in the gorge men are springing to their feet and seizing their ready arms; horses are snorting owl-stamping, mules braying in wild terror. Two of the ambulance mules, breaking loom from their fastenings, come charging down the resounding rock, nearly jannihilating Moreno, who. bound and helpless, praying and cursing-by .turns,, has rolled himself out of his nook and lies squarely in tho way of everything audi -everybody. But above all the clamor, the ring "of carbine,.the hiss and spat of lead flattening trpon the rocks, Drummond's voice is heard cTeirr and commanding, serine and confidfcflt". HE GIVES THE PRINCESS ANGELINE NOTICE TO QUIT And Ailtlwi Her to Send Hack Her Crest and II in letters—A Speech by the Hon, "Now, then, run for it, boy. Well done, you two, if ye are blackguards," he calls to Moreno and his mate. "They won't disturb yo again for lp minutes anyhow. Hold your post, though, till we call you back. We're going to block the mouth of the cave." Mackenzie Howell—Hiding Over the C., C. I - and 8. Hoad—Nye an a Hruwnie. {Oopj-rigJit, MM, by EdBar W. Nye.] En Vxuji, Sic Transit, ) Daniel Derosda, March, 1894. J Before beginning this letter let me briefly announce that my alliance with tho Princess Angeline, oldest danghter oi King Seattle, emperor of Puget sound and duke of Puyallup, has been broken off. Twenty minutes later, and working like beavers Costigan and his two men have lugged rocks, logs, bales of blankets, everything, anything that can stop a bullet, and the entrance to the cave is being stoutly barricaded. Patterson, who was sorely exposed at his post and ordered down by Lieutenant Drummond, is aiding in the work. Wing has been carefully borne into the back cave, whither, too, the wailing, quaking Moreno women are herded and biddel} to hold their peace. There, too, and Ruth, silent, pallid perhaps, but making no moan, are now kneeling" by their patien t. CostlgTin runs in with two buckets he has filled with water and "Little Mac" follows with half a dogen dripping canteens. More rocks are being lifted on the barricade, convenient apertures being left through which to fire, and Costigan, feverishly eager, is making every exertion, fpr any minute may be the last with those plucky fellows battling there aloft. The air rings with the shots of the encircling Apaches and with the loud report of. the cavalry carbine answering the hidden foe.' Twice has Costigan implored the lieutenant to come down anyhow, so long as his crippled condition prevents his firing a gun, but Drummond pokes his bandaged head one instant over the edge to shout something' to the effect that he is "on deck" until ho has seen the last man down, andCoetfgftn knows it is useless to argue. At last the barricade is ready. Walsh, peering grimly around, just the top of his head showing over the parapet, begs lor one snot anu snouts mis niueruian challenge to the Apache nation to come forth and show itself. Drummond picks up the glasses for one final look down the desert and across the valley in search of friends who surely should be coining, cautiously places the "binocular" oil the inner edge of the top of his shelving rock, then raises' his head to the level. . ' ' I An examination showed , that it was impossible for the engineer to control his engine, as a rat had built her nest in one of the pipes and then frozen to death, which clogged- the action of the airbrake. [continued ] "Then I hare something tnat must be told yon, lieutenant, something Miss Harvey already has an inkling of, for she has met and known my dear mother. If this pain continues to increase, and fever sets in, I may be unable to tell it later. Some of the men thought I had enlisted under an alias, lieutenant, but they were wrong. Wing is my rightful name. My father was chiel officer of the old Flying Cloud in the days when American clipper ships beat the world. The gold fever seized him, though, and he quit sail' ing arul went ty ,mining 4p»-tbCD earljt days of San Francisco, and there when I was a little boy of 10 he died, leaving mother with not many thousand dollar* to take care of herself and me. ■* You will have your brother to help you' were words he spoke the last day of his life, and even then I noted how little comfort mother seemed to find in that fact. It was only a few months after father's death that Uncle Fred, from being an occasional visitor, came to living wlfh us all the time—made his home there, though seldom within doors night or day. He was several years younger than mother. He was the youngest, it seems, of the family, 'the baby,'and had been petted and spoiled from earliest infancy. I soon found why he came.. Mother was often in tears. Uncle Fred always begging or demanding money. The boys at school twitted me aliont my gambler uncle, though I've no donbt tht-ir fathers gambled as much as he. These were just before the early days of the great war that sprang up in 1861 and that we boys out on the Pacific coast only vaguely understood. Sometimes Uncle Fred came home drunk, and I could hear him threatening poor mother, and things went from bad to worse, and one night when I was just 13 1 was awakened front sound sleep by her scream. In an instant I flew to her room, catching up as I ran father's old liowie knife that always bung by my door. In the dim light I saw her lying by tho liedside, a man lieuding over and choking her. With all my strength I slashed at him just as he turned, I meant to kill, but the turn saved him. He sprang to hii feet with an oath arul cry and rushed to tho washstand. I had laid Uncle FtmI's cheek open from ear to chin. "Nobody, sir, not a thing, not even a whiff of dust." "Very well. Keep Oil tho alert. It's good to know that all the Apaches are not around us yet. Neither bullet nor arrow can get down hero so long as wo man the rocks above. I'll be out in a This is naturally a private matter, but so many conflicting reports are abroad regarding it that I am compelled to give "Every man to his post now. Re-j member your orders." , , ,| (iazing out into tho canyon with de - lated eyes, Ruth sees him nimbly'clam11 ber up the opposite Side tOWtiM point where Walsh is kneeling  a rock—Walsh with his Irish wng ext panded in a.grin of delight; tl**  just drifting from the m-uzeie. of his carbine as he points with bis left hand- nun no Apacno is 1001 cnougn to attack a strong position. Keeping well under cover, tho Indians soon lino the crest and begin sending down a rain of better aimed bullets at the loopholes, and every minute the flattened lead comes zipping through. Ono of these fearful missiles tears its way through Costigan'-a sleeve,' and striking poor ©Id Moreno in the gxain stre tylies hCw groaning .upon tho floor. A glance shows that the wound is mortal, and despite his crimes tho m3n who bear him, moaning, in to the farther cave are moved to sudden sympathy as his hapless wife and child prostrate themselves beside his rocky bier. Drummond can afford to lose no more and orders the ower half of each hole to be stopped ith blankets. 1 Dlouses. shi rts. anything that will block a shot, and then for an hour the fire of the besiegers is harmless, and no longer can the besieged catch even an occasional glimpse of them. At noon their fire has ceased entirely, and even when breathing a sigh of relief tho nien look , into ono another'!} faces questioningly. How long can this last? How hot, how close the air in the cavo is growing! This sowms almost criminal, when the life of the engineer could have been saved by the use C5f an oil stove in the cab to keep that'end of the engine warm. A friend of mine, riding on this same Jrain last year siifl' that the engine was Bo feeble and debilitated that the only her flues Ofllp moment." Then once more he kneels by Wing. "Lieutenant, did you ever see a girl behave with irreater '-ry ? Do you know w' oho has undergone—Miss sray they could, get water into Harvey, I mean?" "Both are behaving like heroines, Wing, and I think 1 am Iteginniug to see through this plot at last." somewhere out along ,*he cliffs.- She sees h"r soldier boy, crouching low, drrr#'htftself to Walsn'p' side, see» hiju glancing eagerly over ftio rocks', then signaling to one on. Iheir ,uwn_ sidej puiutingihere. and tfWt? along tl)o wooded slope beyond Vu'r vision;  him now, with fierce light in his eyes/ suddenly clutch Walsh's sleevt; andTmd toward-some to the h , "Stay where you are!" ho shouts to hid men. " You take eliarge up hCre, [ CofefFgWti'j I want fp post a man or two JMow at the bepd.,", And ho t_goJ's, sliding and" scrambling until he reacjUvPTthf.' of 14'C* brook:, Moreno, ■ Hqtiatted against a rock, glance* .-up at [ 'M,i*i- appeal h*,4v / P- -» — . " "Never let mother know it—promise me, sir—bnt when Harvey discharged him—ray uncle, I mean—he swore he'd be revenged on the old man, and 'twas he"  *' ySemirrTeniontv.f'J • ]Crrty you 4oose mi) and let me help. The Apache is our HOtftoimi ettWriyT' hf ffl&da.' "The double dyed villain! I know, I understand now, Wing; you needn't tell me. He lias been in the pay of the Morales gang for months. He enlisted so iis t® learn all the movements of officers and scouting parties. He enlisted under his lienefactor's name. He has forged that, too, in all probability, and then deserting it was he who sought to carry away these precious girls, and he came within an ace of succeeding. By the Eternal, but there will be a day of reckoning for him if ever C troop runs foul of him again! No wonder you couldn't sleep, poor fellow, for thinking of that mother. This cajis the climax of his scoundrel ism. Where—when did you see him last? Since he enlisted?" 'cfrai ere1 An idef couief to Drqmm'ond. Wing's airbine can be utilizMi,, He cau,.poat Moreno down the, gorge at ,tl»e sect nd betid to eutuuiuud that approach and put little SliuUulTyv the C rec»-uitC at the next In'nd to command Moreno and send a bullet thitmgh him if he shirk ot ■sVerve. PRINCESS A.XQELINE a correct report to the public or suffer from garbled accounts now at large everywhere.Since the sad story of the Princess Co lonna, the daughter—or stepdaughter, rather—of my old friend John W. Mac kay, I have been given a great big  a. pair of them, for that matter—as regards the union of wealthy Americans to' titled but foreigners. The Prince Colonna has gambled awaj a quarter of a million francs at one timC belonging to the princess, and now sh has hail to steal away from her home ii Italy with her three children to escapt him. TI declare 1 Vlirv I will, you old scCnmdrel,"he R:Vys'. "fiere, McGuffy, 'fimie this fdflyw. I've got. to .look iniuujte.??, ,,.. .  ,,.Into the d«pth of the fissure where M'freuo's women are praying and rock- he jieers a moment. One of the Mobnded' bumdrts is nOW'iiatrt playing Ton The other,' painfully shot but pbickv, begs to be given a chance to for his lifp. ,, Drummond ,has gone, for a moment into the inner chamber, _Moi;epo is now breathing his last, to inquire for Wing and to speak a word of cheer to his fair and devoted nurses. Not one murmur of.complaint or dread has fallen from their lips, though they know their father to have ridden on perilous quest and into possible ambush; thotigh they know their brother to be lying at the ruined ranch, perhaps seriously wounded; though their own fate may bo csipture, with indescribable suffering, shame ' and' death. Fanny Harvey has behaved -li b© a heroine, as the two troopers remarked, and Ruth has done Imf ' best) t« follow hj'r sister's Jead. Yet they, too, now realize how close and stifling tho heavy atmosphere is growing. Is it to be the black hold of Calcutta over again ? Even as he takes her hand in his Drummond reads the dread in Ruth's tearless face. Even as ho holds But now Wing's face is again avert- the! got Coii slip let j are NYE AS A BROWJTIE. ed. He is covering it with his arms. was to take advantage pf a down grade, stop and let the water ran forward into the pipes, then gather some bark "by the roadside, fire np and ran till that water had been used, then catch another down grade and repeat the job. ~A- K\ v " ' " Ynu are too badly hurt now. We couldn't get you up there," w the answer.Iu this I do not wish in any way tt reflect on my own royal fiancee, who haf borne a good character for over 90years but she is poor and i's said to be a gambler, having spent two years recently catoliing fi»h enough to pay the pokei debt of one evening at court. Excuse me for appearing cold and stol id to the chisrms of the princess, to whon I promised my hand in marriage so soor as times should pick up. but aside fron being a royal gambler, and sometime; even a royal flush gambler, Princess An geline is said to allow her socks to sagii summer time and to pause during thi music while dancing the oxford to whooj them up. noil toward some object to the south. south; sees Walsh toss the butt of his carbine to the shoulder and with quick aim send a bullet driving thithor; sees Drummond take the fleldglass, and, resting it on the eastward ledge gaze long and fixedly out over the eastward way; sees him start, draw back the glass, wipe the lenses with his silken kerchief, then peer again ; seeshim drop them with a gesture almost tragic, but slio cannot hear the moan that rises to his lips: Site sees him ctvtch ll'rttuh'g Sleeve and ' j Well, thC*i,- put mo on with Moreno, wherever you're going to assign him. Surely if yon can trust a* greaser you can a whit©" man. I'm only fit to hang perhatis, 'bnt d—n me it I want,to lie hefo when there's an Indian light going on." "Fur the lovo o' Godrtlent'nant,don't sit so high up!" implores' Walsh:' "They're sure to spot— Oh, Christ!" And down goes the poor faithful fellow, tho blood welling from a deep gash along the temple. He lies senseless at his commander's feet. He wrote the manager that his engine wasn't warm enough to cook a dividend. The manager admitted in reply that he had been sadly put to. it recently, and that he knew his motive power was not up to standard, but hoped that change of scene and rest would bring out the stock in sufficient shape to go through this winter. He was very sorry, he said, and would promise that the engine should be looked through. That was easy enough, for a man could look through it anywhere, . Ay .d feu ho, .too, ia loosed anil lifted to liis. feet. Leaning on MeGnlly's shoulder uiwl supported 1Dy his arm, the pale faced Btranger, preceded ' by Moreno, wno goes limping ana Swearing sotto vtx-d doWn the rocky way, ia ltd 100 yards along fhe canyon where it makes a second bond. Here they can we nearly 150,yards,more ahead of them, and hei6#wDme loose bowlders are hurriedly shoved or rolled to form a rifle pit, and theso volunteer allies are plaoed in position. • . ' " For a moment the air seems alive with humming missiles and shrill with yells from on every side. In their triumph it and whispers words of hope and comfort there is a heavy, continuous, crashing sound at the mouth of the cave, just in front of the rock barricade, and he springs back to learn tho cause. "They're heaving down logs and brushwood, sir," whispers Goatigun. "They mean to roast us out if they can't do anything else. V «.. "My God, those are Apaches too!" No one knows how I hate to give this fact to the press, but royalty, and especially royalty that has demonetized it self and }s out of a job, gives me thai tired feeling so noticeable in the sprint of the year. Ten o'clock on a blazing Arizona morning. The hot sun is jxwring down upon the jagged front of a range of heights where occasional clumps of pine and cedar, scrub oak and juniper,seemed the only vegetable products hardy enough to withstand the alternations of intense heat by day and moderate cold by night, or to find sufficient sustenance to eke out a living on so barren a soil. • CHAPTER XI An old man was sittingin a seat across the aisle* He was very much interested. "Is the Big Four not a proprietary road?" I asked. ' , "It was long before mother could check the flow of tb* blood. It sobered him, of course, and made him piteously weak. For days after that she nursed and cared for him, but forbade my entering the room. Men came to seeJiim —insisted on seeing him—and she would send me to the bank for gold and pay their claims and bid them go. At last he was able to walk out with that awful slash on his thin white faco. Once then he met and cursed me, but I did not mind—I had acted only to save mother. How could I suppose that her ansailant was her own brother? Then finally with sobs and tears she told me the story, how he naa been their mother's darling, how wild and reckless was his youth, how her . mother's last thought seemed to be for ■him, and how on her knees she, my own juothejy promised to take care of poor Freddit and shield him from every ill. and this promise she repeated to me, bidding me hfilp her keep it and to conceal as far as ICeoo3d Eer brother's misdeed*. For a few months things wont a littlw better. Uncle Fred got a commission in a California regiment toward the close of the war and was sent down to Arizona. Then came more tears and trouble, I couldn't understand it all then, but I do now. Uncle Fred was gambling again, drawing on her for means to meet his losses. The old home went under the hammer, and we moved down to San Diego, where father had once invested and had left a little property. And then came the news that -Unole Fred had been dismissed, all ■ mi pcconnt of drink and gambling and misappropriation of funds. Miss Harvey knows aH-about this, lieutenant, for iiMAber told ber and had reason to. Arid neat c*jne forgery, and we were etranded. We heard that he had gone after that with a wagon train to Texas. I got employment on a ranch, and then mother married again, married a man who had long betrianded us and who could give "her *t comfortable home. She is now Mrs. Malcolm Bland of Bun Francisco, .and Mr. Bland offered to take me* into tiis store, but I loved the ojDen air and independence, Mr. Bland and Mr. Harvoy had business relations, and wl»en Uncle Fred was next heard from he was 'starving to death,' he said, actually dying..' Be wrote to mother from Yuma. Mother wired me to go to hi ni at once, and I did. He wip considerably otrt at efbows, but in no desperate jux4 yet. Just then Mr.Harvey offered lifm a good salary to take charge of his freight train. Wft all knew how that must have been brought stMiut, and I felt that it would only be a matter of time ttlien be would rob his new employer. Ho did and was discharged, but Mr, Bland made the amount good, and tin? matter was hu*hed up. Then he di5Dve ttnge awhileand then disapjwared. Mother has written me tiiu& and again to lind him or find out what ban become of him, and I promt** d I would leave no stone unturned. Tell lierl have kept my word. Tell h' r I found biui. But tell her, for ; God's sake, to think no more of him. 'Tell her not to strive to find him or to •.ask what he is or even where he is, beyond that he has gonfc to Ronora." Down on Mx knees he gors " Wing,answer mel" exclaims urummond, springing suddenly to his feet. "By heaven, I demand to know!" Then down on his knees ho goes again, seizing and striving to pull away the nearest arm. "You need not try, you cannot conceal it now. I see it all—all. Miss Harvey," he cries, looking up into the face of the trembling girl, who has hastened in at sound of the excitement in his voice—"Miss Harvey, think of it; 'twas no Apache who shot him, 'twas a worse savage—his own uncle." "Waal, no," says the old man. "I judge from what I can hear it's like old man Buglehorn's nose—it runs itself." Scan carefully the picture of the princess copied here from a portrait now in the Vatican. Note the low, retreating forehead and the scornful curl of the lip. Take a man with my style of long suffering and forbearance, and you can see that I would experience a hell on earth. "Wei cove* the approaches abore so that they can't sneak tip and heave rocks down upon you. All you've,got, to do now ia to plug every Apache that shows his noso around that bend below,". says Drumnioud. "McGuffy, you take post at the point behind. Watobtfee overhanging cliffe and sapport a8 beet ybh can." And "•  Mack," as thfe men call him, gets further instructions as he takes his position, . instructjona which would give small comfort t.o Moruno could he only hear them. Then back goes the lieutenant to where Wing is lying, Mias Harvey bending anxiously over him, her beautiful eyes tilling with tears at sight of Drrrtnuiond's Wave but haggard yonng face. Ituth is crouching by her sister's side, but risqs quickly as Draxnmond enters her fears lessening, her hopes gaining. More thunder and crash? more hoap' ing up of resinous logs from the cliffb above them. Some of the men beg to be allowed to push out and die fighting, but Drummond sternly refuses. "At the Worst," he.6ays, "we can retire into the back yave; wo have abundam water there. Tho air will last Severn' hours yet, arid I tell yen help will come—must come, beioro the day is much older." • C■ With that he slapped the leg of a chappie by his side with glee and went into a mild, red faced fit of mirth. By my side there sat a. week ago a quiet man about 43 years of age, who put his grip in the wall pocket overhead, and then adjusting himself soon went to deep easily and breathed like a child—a croupy child. Soon he gave a start and a kick, when, to my amazement, both feet fell off. The road was poorly ballasted, and so I attributed it to that, but he wokeupand said: "Excuseme,but those feet are adjustable.. Do not be nervous. [ generally t#:e them off in the car anyway, but the road is a little rongh"—as his valise fell from'its" perch" and"Bhut up my $8 silk hat like a Chinese lantern— "and so they have detached themselves." Out to the eastward, stretching away to an opposite range, lies a sandy desert dotted at wide intervals with little black bunches of "scrub UM#q»»to" and blessed with only one redeeming patch of foliage, the copse of willows and cottonwood here at the mouth of a rock ribbed defile where a little brook, rising heaven knows how or where among the heights to the west, comes frothing and tumbling down through the windings of the gorge only to bury itself in the burning sands beyond the shade. So narrow and tortuous is thu canyon, so precipitous its sides, as to prove conclusively that by no slow proo ess. but by some sudden spasm of nature, was it rent in the face of the range. And here in its depths, just around one of the sharpest bends, honeycombed out of the solid rock, are half a dozen deep lateral fissures and cavee Regard the safety pin in the shawl! Wt&t poor taste in a court costume! Even in a court of oyer and terminer that would not go! Safety pins are adelight; but, like the truss, they should not be worn on the outsidQ. cue iO, down with you, Coetigan," he "Promise me mother shall not know," pleads poor Wing, striving to rise upon his elbow, striving to restrain the lieutenant, who again has started to his feet. "Promise me, Miss Fanny; you know now she loved him, how she plead with you." answers. "Get McGuffy and Fritz; block up the front of the cave with rocks; piove in those Moreno women; o*rry Sergeant Wing back to the farther cave—Miss Harvey will show you whe|-e. Stand fast the rest of you. Don't let an Indian close in on ns." "tiook, lieut'nant," whispers Walsh; "they're coming up down bey ant you therk" Two o'clock. Hissing flame.? and scorching heat block the cavern entrance. The rocky harrier grows kottei and hotter; the air within denser and more stifling. Tho water in tho canteens and, pails is no longer cool. It is hardly even cooling. The few men who remain with Dmmmond in the front of the cave are lying full length upon .the floor. The pain in Drurnluond's battered hgad has become intense. It is almost maldening. Wing is moaning and unconscious. Walsh is incoherent and raving. All are panting and wall nigh exhausted. The front of the cave- is like an oven. Overcome by the heat, one or two of the men are edging toward the inner cave, but Drummond orders them back. To the very last the lives of those fair girls must be protected and cherished. In silence, almost in desperation, the men obey and lie down again, face downward, their heads at the rear wall of the cave. . Notice the wide sweep of nostrils, denoting longevity and a hellish temper from away back behind the centuries. No, Princess Augeline. If you say ap peal to the courts, all right, but I feel almost certain that if I married you 1 would go right on lecturing and hire yon to stay at' hoine. I Could not love you aia person of your size ought to be loved. I never could love a woman who could uot read fine print and boil eggs. "Fur Ood'v mike, come quick, »irl" "I promise'you this, Wing," says Drummond, through liis clinching teeth. three or four savage foes have leaped up from behind their sheltering rocks, and one of them pays the penalty—a vengeful carbine from across the canyon stretches the lithe, slender, dusky form lifeless among the rocks with the dirty white of his breech clout turning crimson in the noonday glare. Up from the cave, catlike, Patterson and "Little Mac" come climbing the narrow trail. Between them they drag Walsh's senseless body to tho edge, and then, somehow, despite hissing, spattering lead, they bear him safely down and carry him within the cave. They were an odd arrangement and very comfortable, I would think, coming up to the calf of the leg as a high shoe, and how they were held on I could not make out. "that there'll bo no time for prayer if ever we set eyes on him again. There'll be no mercy." And peeping through a narrow slit left in his parapet Drummond can just See bobbing among the bowlders far down toward the willow copse two or three Apache crestB—Apache unmistakably, because of the dirty white turbanlike bandages about the matted black locks. At that distance they ad- Yanoe with comparative security. It is when they come closer to the defenders that they will be lost to view. "You can't let your men kill him in cold blood, lieutenant. I could not shoot him." "Any newn't Anything in sight—of ours?" is Miss Harvey's eager query. I was a fool to ever make this promise to the princess. She was so plain, however, that I thought she must be good, and she admired my writings and said I ought, to have a monument 97 feet high. "Not yet, but they're bound to be along almost any minute now. Home Apaches whom I Could see coming across from the east have a woundeq man with them. It makes me hope our fellows have met and fought them and are following close on their trail. How'aWingi'" . Speaking of these things, I wonder almost that a man who loses a limb should make it a subject for a poem, but I gave a half dollar for the following on a New York train in February. It shows that the waiter, though a little green, had got hold of the raw material with which the poet works—via, sympathy, love, my childhood's home and a bright immortality awaiting and every one: "No; but, by the God of heaven, 1 nnldl" where the sunN-anis never penetrate, where the air is reasonably cool and still, where on this scorching May morning, far away from home and relatives, two young girls are sheltered by the natural roofs and walls against the fiery sunshine and by a little band of resolute men against the fury of the Apaches. Aud now as Wing, exhausted, sinks back to his couch his head is caught on Fanny Harvey's arm and next is pillowed in her lap. Obedient to his orders, Costigan slips out of his Shelter and "takes a sneak" for tihe edge of the clfff. In an instant, from half a dozen points above, below, and on both sides, there come the flash and crack of rifles. Tho dust 1b kicked up under his nimble feet, but he reaches unharmed the cleft in which some rode steps have been hacked and goes, half sliding, half scraping, down into the cooler depths below. "Hush!" she murmurs, bending down over him as a mother might over sleeping child. "Hush! you must not speak again. I know how her heart is bound up in you, and I'm to p'.ay mother to Sho pan only shake her head. "Now call in Morutio and help his partner back I " shouts Drummond, and Costigan goes at speed to carry out the order. A few minutes of intense excitement and suspense, then Moreno is seen limping around the point. Behind him Costigan is slowly helping their hrisrand friend. A few more shots come singing overhead. A moment more and the watchful Indians will come charging up the now unguarded canyon and crown both banks. "He seems delirious every now and th{jn, perhaps only becatlse of so much muntal excitement and suffering. He is dozingnjow." "Gallant fellow! What would we have done without him? I only wish we had more like him.,., Think how all my detachment has become scattered. If we had them here now, I could push out and drive the Indians to the rocks and far beyond all possibility of annoying you With their racket. Of course you are safe from their missiles down here.", , . And then Costigan comes crawling to the lieutenant's side: THE APPEAL. In sadness now do I look back Upon those bygone days When I' was happy all day long* In boyish sports and ways. But now I'm forced to make my way— A cripple, as you sea. Those boyish sports and good old days Will come no more to me. I Uttle thought as time flew by ~ 1 Misfortunes thick and fast Would see me fall and make me go A cripple to the last. Buoh is my lot. Wealth can't atone For the loss of my limb lo-me. Caught and crushed, the deed was done— ' A railroad boy no tnore I'll be. j And now my thoughts often return To my boyhood's happy home And to the old familiar haunts In which I loved to roam. ; I often wlBh I might return To my old home once more. My friends are gone—I'll try to lire To meet them on yon shore. Down in the roomiest of the caves Fanny and Ruth Harvey are listening in dread anxiety to the sounds of savage warfare echoing from crag to crag along the range, while e\ ry moment or two the elder turns to moisten the cloth she Inilds to a wounded trooper's burning, tossing head. Sergeant Wing is fevered indeed by this time, raging with misery at thought of his helplessness and the scant numbers of the defense. It is a bitter pill for the soldier to swafVrw, this of lying in hospital when every man is needed at the'front. At 9 o'clock a Indian fighter, crouching in his sheltered lookout above the' crftts And siuiniilnjj;' with practiced eye thv frowning ironlof the range, declared that not an Apache was. to be seen or ) morel within rifle shot.., yet was mi no wise surprised when, a few 'minutes later, as- tie happened to bhow his head alxjVo tlurfDcky parapet, there came zipping" a dozen bnllets about his ears, and the cliffs you now." "Have you heard any more logs thrown down lately, sir?" ~ And as Drummond, tingling all over with wrath and excitement,stands spellbound for the moment, a light step comes to his side, a little hand is laid on the bandaged arm, and Iluth Harvey's pretty face, two big tears trickling down her cheeks, is looking up in his. "No, corporal. I havo hoard nothing."A A . "They were yellin and shootin out there in the gulch half an hour ago. Have ye heard no more of it, Sir?" "No; no sound but the flames." [to bk continued J ' "Mother of Moses!" he groans, "but we'll never get the lieut'nant out alive. Shure they're alharoundlilm now." Tlien bounding down the gorge he finds McGuffy kneeling at the point. "You. too, will lie ill, Mr. Drummond. Oh, why can't you go and lie down and rest? What will we do if both of you are down at once with "Now, lads, give 'em two or three shots apiece to make them hug their cover. Then down for the caves, every man of you," is the orderi , " Yes, we axe, but yon and your soldiers, Mr. Drummond I Every shot .fiiado me fear you were hit," cria» little Ruth, her eyes filling, her lips quivering. Then, just as Durmifiond is holding forth a hand, perhaps it is an arm, too, she points up to the rock above where Walsh is evidently exercised about something. He has dropped his gun, picked up the glasses And is gazing down the range to the .■■■ "They're coming, Barney," whispers the boy, all eager and tremulous with excitement, and pointing down between the vertical walls. "Look!" he says. Family History. Here is a scene from an oral examination at school: For a moment the Indian fire is silenced in the rapid fusillade that follows. Sharp and quick the carbines are barking their challenge, and whenever a puff of powder smoke has marked the probable lurking place of an Apache, thither hiss the searching bullets warning him to keep down. Then Costigan ccmes climbing to the lookout. She is younger by over two years than her brave sister. Tall though she •has grown, liutb is but a child, aud now in all her excitement and anxiety, worn out with the long strain, she begins to cry. She strives to hide it. strives to r/hitrol the weakness, and failing in both strives to turn away. fever?" "Can you tell me anything about the family of George Washington?" ""fes'm." "What is it?" Gazing ahead to the next bend, Costigan can see Moreno ami. his Yankee compadro crouching behind their shel ter, their carbines leveled, their attitude betokening intense excitement and suspense. It is evident the enemy are within view. "He was the husband of Mrs. Washington, and—and"  "And what?' REJECTING THE PRINCESS. And then she has such eyes! So free from any expression! So bright and red with nnslied and woodshed tears—tears that are bred by a smoky tepee! And now, dear friends, I'm, as you see. Poor, helpless and alone; No other way to earn my bread— Will you please buy my song? This Is my heartfelt prayer. And by and by may we all meet In realms Just over there. These poems are sold to the public for the purpose of buying a height new leg from those unrivaled artists, Messrs. Limber & Leggett, who make probably the cutest leg at less cost than any other house In the world, with freckles on same if desired. "Let us help you, lieut'nant. Now's 7our time, sir, while they're firing." "And the father of his country."— Youth's Companion. All to no purjMjrtc. An arm in a slinjj is of little avail at such a moment. Whirling quickly about. Druinmond brinirs his other into action. Bhfore the weeping little maid is well aware what is happening her waist is encircled by the strong arm in the dark uiae m«eve, ana how can sue sco inai she is drawn to his breast, since now her face is buried in both her hands and tliooo hands in the flannel of bis hunting shirt -just as high as his heart'r Hiuall wonder is it that Corporal Costigan, hurrying in at the mouth of the cave, stops short at sight of this picturesque parti e carree. Any other time he would have sense enmigh to face about and tiptoe whence he came, but now there's no room left for sentiment. Tableaux vivants are lovely in their way, even in a cave lighted dimly by a hurricane lamp, but sterner scenes are on tne curtain, urummona s voice is murmuring soothing, yes, caressing words to his sobbing captive. Drummond's bearded lips, unrelmked, are actually pressing a kiss upon that childish brow when Costigan,with a preliminary clearing of his throat that sounds like a landslide and makes the rock walls ring ngain, startles Ruth from her blissful woe and brings Drummond leaping to the mouth of the cave. "I'll have one shot at 'em, bedad, _lct_pay for the dozen their brother blackguards let drive at me," mutters Costigan. "Come on, you; it's but a step." And, forgetful for the moment of his orders in his eagerness for fight, the Irishman runs down the canyon, leaps the swirling brook just as he reaches the point, and obedient to the WBrning hand held out by their bandit ally drops on his knees- art the bend, McGuffy close at his heels. Off go their hats. Those broad brims would catch au Indian eye even la that gloom.. '' iSd' tllerV coining ?'' be whispers. Moreno puts his finger on his lips, then throws out his hand, four fingers .extended..-) " V'' "One r&piew then, .bejabers! Now, Little Mac,' you're to take the Becond from tho right—their right, I mean— and don't you miss hirfTTor I'll break every bone in yotfFSkJd. * — No, Angelina. Take back your crest *nd giveit a little air and a whisk broom. Send back my letters, and I will return your nose ring. In f%rt, when I met with you I forgot to say anything of it, but I had been happily wed over 17 years, and the only title I want is one that I can read good and clear to mansions in the.skies and not be greeted with the cry of "Louder!" .' " Perhaps ho sees Bome of our fellows coming for good this time. Four of them triedlt awhile afeo, tmt were probably-attacked sain®'miles Bfclow here ami fell Imck on the main body. They'll be along before a great while, and wont tt bo glorious if they bring back the safe and allt" Ho says this by way, of ✓keeptng tipr-their* spirits, then,' onge more woarily* but full of .pluck and pijtpyse^ho climbs rugged, path and crwej* to Walsh's side. #■- But Drummond shakes his head. He wants to be the last man down. Required. fairly crackled with the sudden flash of rifles hidden up to that instant 60 every side. Indians who can CTbep ujDon wagon train or emigrant camp In the midst of an open and nnsheltored plain find absolutely no difficulty in surrounding unsuspected and unseen a bivouac in the mountains.-  enced officers or rD"n would have been picked off long tho opening of yio general attack, but tho Apaches themselves are the first to know that they have veteran troopers to dial with, for up to this moment only one has shown himself at all. At fivfc "minutes after 0 o'clock Lieutenant Drunnnond, glancing esultingly around upon his little band of fighters, had blessed the foresight of Paaqual Morales and his gang that they had so thoroughly fortified their lair against sudden assault. Three on the southern, two on the northern brink of tho gorge and behind impenetrable shelter, and two more in reserve in tho canyon, his puny garrison was in position and had replied with such spirit and promptitude to tho Apache attack that only at rare intervals now is a shot necessary, except when for the purpose of drawing the enemy and locating his position a hat is poked up on the muzzle of a carbine. The assailants' fire, too, is still, but that, as Drummond's men well know, means only "look out for other devilment. " Visitov (to Boston parrot)—Polly want a cracker? "Don't hang on here, sir. Come now. Sure the others can get down from where they are easy enough, but you can't except when they're firing. Please come, sir," and Costigan in his eagerness scrambles to the lieutenant's side and lays a broad, red hand on his shoulder. The men have fired more than the designated number of shots and now are looking anxiously toward their twnmander. They do not wish to move until he does. Parrot—No. Hand me the last article on 1 Bacon-Shakespeare controversy. Did you ever know what la the greatest danger to those who dive into the sea foi valuables that have been sunk? It is falling asleep. The following story, told by a diver, is interesting: What Divers Earn. Princess Angeline, here our pathways seein to fork. I will take whichever fork is left after you have trotted down the other. And now a long farewell, Angle. I will send the nose ring to yon at the agency or in care of the roadmaster on the warpath, as you direct* "What does a diver's outfit consist off "Is it afiy of 6ur men you see?" he whispers. "A boat, a pump, hose, lines ami dress. The drees consists of layess-of duck and India rubber. The shoes weigh 20 pounds each. On bis chest and back, he carries 40 pound weights. The lieliuet, when it has. been placed upon the diver's head, is firmly screwed into a copper collar fhat is attached to his dress. A weighted line is sunk to the spot which he is to reach, and down that line he goes with the life line round his waist ami attached to Ms helmet. Those who have charge of the life line and hose must regulate them as the diver about __ '♦What sn '•D dinr't worbiBg day ami his wageip P. &—i weigh now 203 pounds and "Divil a wan, sir! It's more of tttim infcrpuL&pac-lim.  Druinmond takes the glass and studies tho dim «vid distant group with the Utmost care. Apachufl beyond douht. a dozen, and coining this way, and these, too, have a couple of horses. Can they have overpowered his men, ambushed and murdered them, then seen fed their mounts ? Is the whoie Chiricahua tribe, re-enforced by a swarm fTom tho Sierra Blanca. concentrating • «n him now? The silence about him is jminoua. Not an Indian has shown himself along the range for half an hour, and now these fellows to tho east are close to the copse. In less than 20 minutes there will lDe five times his puny force around him. Is there no hope of "Give 'em another whack all aronnd, fellers," shouts Costigan, "while I help the lient'nantdown;" and so, with a laugh, Drummond gives it up, and after one last wistful glance out over the desert, turns to pick up the binocular, when it Is struck, smashed, and sent Clattering down into the canyon by a shet fired not 20 yards away. look like a brownie. B. N m At Toronto the other dav we were ure- The Diplomatic Japs. "Lieutenant," said Patterson, suddenly appearing at the opening, "could 7011 stop here s moment?" ceded by Hon. Mackenzie Bow oil on "The Great Advantages to Be Derived From a Reciprocal Trade Between Aus! trolia and Canada." Tie is a good speak[ er and was very carefully listened to. I had known a family of that name at Compassion, Ohio, years ago, and meet- Tut; him after his lecture I ventured to ask him if he might lDe related to the "Bowella of Compassion, and he turned ron his heel with a frosty glanco at me that almost gave me pneumonia. 1 hate to be received in that way when I- -am unconscious of saying a de trop The Japanese minister at Washington the other day avoided an attempt to pronounce bronchitis by saying that his wife "was sick in the neck." No wonder the Japanese have an excellent reputation for skill in diplomacy.—Buffalo TV-nrnTnnnil «-nrincr« no. "One moment, Mr. Drummond," whispers Wing weakly. "I must say one word to you—alone," "I'll return in a minute, sergeant. Let me see what Patterson wants." "Histl" "Pur God's sake, come quick, sirl" gasps Costigan. Then, desperate at his loved young leader's delay, the Irishman throws a brawny arm about him and fairly drags him to the end of the steep. Then down they go, Costigan leading and holding up one hand to sustain Druinmond in case of accident. Down, hand under hand, to the accompaniment of cracking rifles and answering carbines, while every other second tho bullets come "spat" upon tho rocky sides, close and closer, until, almost breathless, Costigan reaches tho solid bottom of the gorge and swings Drummond to his feet beside him. Seeing their leader safely down, the men. with one defiant shot and cheer, scurry to the edge of the canyea and come clipping and sliding to join their comrades. At the mouth of the cave Costigan strives to push Drummond in through the narrow aperture left for their admission, but miscalculates his commander's idea of the proprieties. Like gallant Craven at Mobile Bay, Drummond will seek no safety until his men aro cared for. "After vou. oilot " Dowa they go-upon their then, Indian like? ■they crawl x a "few feet farther where thiols a little ledge. The canyon widens below; the light is stronger thv*e»" find bending double, throwing quick glances at one another, then from sheer forc»- of Indian habit shading their eyes with their brown hands (Is they p$er to the front; exchanging noiseless signals, creeping like cats from rock? to rock, leaping without faintest Coound • uf the moccasined foot across tho bubbling waters, four swarthy scampe are cpming stealthily on. Two othot* ate jnst appearing around the next bend beyond. A Deep Laid Scheme. Miss Harvey and Ruth have risen. The former is very pale and evidently trembling under some strong emotion. Once more she bends over him. "■Four honra and *1.* If hafu«ji*hi-s liV own apparatus, hia. wages, are higher—£5 to £10 a day. For getting h'hiwfcr out' of a steamship's sorew il I furnished my own apparatus." "No," Bobbed the pretty girl, "Harold and I never speak now. And it is all through the machinations of that deceitful Sallie Slimmins." "Drink this, Mr. Wing, and now talk no more than you absolutely have to." "Why, what did she do?" "She persuaded ys to join the same church choir."—Washington Star. "I suppose that a part of the ohatgd ifc (or the risks youvunf" -—\ "Yes; a dangers. One of them, you'll CUw ••! to learn, Is falling aaleep Ow Dt  the contrast betwtjgn above iimj, the delioietu. U apt to make a diTer aleepy. I CMDC*  •n hour and a haU~^tfoe"of™" wreck, where I wn* laying' a pipe. Puppose that had happened Hi the tide runs so aw If try tliUt a diver tan work only during, the oue huurof'wiatfk' water. , . . -. . "If I'd slept over that one hour, the deadly rush of th« title wrouM hav» snapped the Ufa line and  ing wrecks, there is the danger of -geitlng jammed in between the freight yt'of getting the hoee„or.,Ui»e.,«iimD«tel, the hose snaps Bt * gfea* depth, the frightful pressure kilh»th«'fli*wr*»l,a te-sfcikuuingly distorted by it."—London Million. '' Lieutenant, there's something com ing oat over our trail." Canada the past month has been filled with gayety, and winter sports have been at their fall height. Canada, like shingl Then renewing the cooling bandage Con his forehead her hands seem to linger—surely her eyes do—as she rises .once more to her feet. '"Thank God!" sighs Wing, a* he raises his eyes to those of his fair nurse. "Thank God, for your sakesl" rescue ? CondooM Everything. Once more ho turns to the east, across tho shimmering glare of that parchtsd and tawny plain, and strains his eyes in vain effort to catch sight of the longed for column issuing from tho opposite valley, but it is hopeless. The hot sun beats down upon his bruised and aching head and soars his bloodshot •yes. Ho raises his hand in mute appeal to heaven, and at the instant there is a nusn, a snarp reporv noi ou yard* away, an angry spat as tho leaden missilo strikes tho shelving top of his parapet and goes humming across the gorge, a stifled shriek from Ruth looking fearfully up from bolow, an Irish oath from Walsh as ho whirls about £o answer tho The Hack Writer (preparing a biography of eminent modern, men)—How shall I handle this man? I've got to praise him, and they say he drinks like a fish and doesn't pay his debts. -the state of Maine, does not mind paying fl ,500 or $2,000 for a good driving horse, HCDt for gambling or racing, but just 60 tiiut the owner can snowball th«t rest of the town. Meantime the lieutenant has stepped C«ut into the canyon. "Thank God, Ruth!" cries Fanny, extending one hand to her sister while the -other is unaccountably detained. "Thank God! it's father and the Stoneman party and Dr. Gray." Out 011 the eastward desert, still far over toward the other side, a little party of Apaches.is hurrying to join tho fray. Two are riding. Where got they their horses ? Tho others --over half a dozen "What is it, Patterson? Quick!" •"That was some of our fellows, sir, » smsd of four, but tbey turned all of ,fi 8iii.len and galloped back out of sight. lit loqpts to me as though tbey were attracked. " The Publisher—That's easy. Just say he has "theartistic temperament."—Chicago Record. ~ " ' "Ready, boya? They're pear enough now. Cover tho two leaders I Drop the first two anyhow!" We rode the other day over the C., C. •JV and S. railroad to Kent from Cleveland. All the employees were happy and polite. Something unusual seemed to 'b« up. And Ruth, throwing herself upon her knees by her sister's side, Isiries her head upon her shoulder and solm anew for very joy. —come along at their tireless jog trot, it wan this party that, seen but dimly at first, gave rise to such ebullition of joy among the defenders and defended. It was this party that, closely scanned through his fieldglass, occasioned Lieutenant Drummond's moan of distress. With all his heart lie had lieen hoping for the speedy coming of relief over that Breathless silence, thumping hearts one instant.longer. then, the chaain bellows with the laud reports. The four guns are fired almost as one. One half naked wretch~ leapis high in air and falls, face downward, dead as a nail. Another whirls about, bounds a few yards along the broojeside, and then goes A Rural Juliet. far away were they? How tfuany miles down the desert?" Maud MuUer—Swear not by the moan, the inconstant moon  Lover (a peddlef)—Then what shall I swear by? Ana tnen comes suaaen start, ah in an instant there rings, echoing down the canyon, the sharp, spiteful crack of rifles, answered by shrieks of terror from the cave where lie the Moreno women and by other shots out along 1 said to the brakeman: "Is this Washington's birthday or the Fourth of July? You all seem so unnaturally gay." "Well, it's better "than any df "th6$e he said straightway. • '"It's pay 4ayl For five montha the road has beep "Oh. ttt least six or eight miles down, vsir; down beyond where you met them yesterday." r- ~i - * - " our trpii? in eight there r" Maud' Muller—Swear by that patent weathef'Vane you sold to pop for $5 last spring. It's mated fast.—Puck.