Pittston Gazette

              -\ JWTABL.I8HED1850. I ▼ML. XLVU. JSO. 6 f Oldest Newspaper in the Wvoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE 00.. PA., FRIDAY. OCTOBER 23, 1896. A Weekly Local and Fam Ijf Journal. tVl.OO PER IB»B \ IN AUVAM!" on her boy, even though Helen Daunton was reading aloud to her a long, interesting letter, there came a shout from Will that brought the blood to Ellis' face and drove it instantly from Helen Oannton'a Confronting each other as they sat, each saw and marked unerringly the effect upon the other of Will'a jubilant announcement. a Kentuckian as never to rorget even the sweet, soft dialect of the bine grass country she so fondly loved. Ellis, to Mrs. Amory'a relief, had begged off the dinner, saying she felt ahe ought not to be away from her mother's side just now, and frankly explaining to Mrs. Amory the apprehensions they all felt on that mother's aooount, especially at this trying time, so near the anniversary of the colonel's death. Ellis beard her hand seexing tneknobof the door. Hastily she turned to meet hei mother at the threshold. "ttusnr- ne again warned, for Ellis was almost at the doorway. "I must see you tomorrow. Until then"— And then, though the sweat was standing on hia forehead, he turned, with such composure as he could assume, with yearning and tenderness beaming in his frank, handsome face, to meet the proud girl whom he loved and in whose averted eyes he seemed to read his sentence. Never entering the room, but, halting short at the doorway, she gave one quick glance at the woman who, turning her back upon them, first seemingly busied herself at the curtains and then moved on into the dining room, which opened, army fashion, from the little parlor, and then was lost to sight. the finest soldier that iver rode at the head of the Twelfth." "I? A very sad one. My own baby died in my arms on Christmas eve." burdens dropped, or old sorrows healed, of new births and sweet beginnings. Dear, the Christmas chimes are pealing in my heart. It is the first real Christmas I have known in years." And so, her arms twining about her friend, she led her forth into the radiant dqjr, with all its sunshine beaming in her face. One minute only had they gone when, crouching from the dressing room at one side, his face bloated and distorted, the soldier Graice sped swift- "You are better, Queen Mother, God be thanked. You have looked better every day. Will yon—not oome in, Mrs. Daunton?" "That Colonel Farrar's picture?" muttered the man in a strange, half awed, half defiant manner. "Well, I swear, that's—that's queer." And then, in some odd, nervous abstraction, he whipped out a cigar, and the next thing they knew, had lighted it at the stove and tossed the flaming paper among the sweepings on the floor. Instantly there was a rush, a trampling of feet and just as Rorke wrathfully had collared the stupefied man Lieutenant Farrar burst in upon the scene, stamping out the few remaining sparks, and then turning angrily upon the group. Leale bent earnestly toward the sad, sweet face, a deep emotion in his own, but at the moment Ellis entered, followed closely by Ormsby. She bowed in evident constraint at sight of the couple already there and looked as though she would gladly have turned about again. After her came Will and Kitty and other young people of the post, all eager and intent on inspecting the preparations being made, all full of compliments to Rorke for the Access attending his labors, all full of admiration of the portrait, which they grouped about and admired, while Ellis hung her father's saber underneath. And then once again the whole party, chatting merrily, went drifting out into the crisp air and glorious sunshine, leaving, glowering after them from the doorway of the little loom that opened off the main hall, the ill favored, ill liked soldier Graice. "Thank you, no; not just now. I will go and put out the lighta and leave you two together for awhile. I know Mrs. Farrar is pining for a peep at her soldier bov'a window." Alreadv Mr* rarrar was moving thither, and Ellis darted eagerly forward. "Here's Jack Ormsby!" Helen made her escape from the room .that night before he entered, had never heen in the narlor on the occasion of hia brief visits thereafter, yet had seen him. Ellis never forgot how the evening of hia last call, when hia card oame up to her, she remembered that Mrs. Daunton was searching at that moment far a book in the library back of the parlor. She noted that Helen did not oome at onoe away, as had been her wont. She lingered a few minutes over the last touches to her toilet, for, even though she was distrustful, jealous of her lover, she was woman enough to loose no chain that bound him. Her heart was fluttering and her face was pale as she stepped into her mother's room and Btooped to kiss her forehead, and Mrs. Parrar looked at her wistfully, as though half ready to plead for the honest fellow she had grown to trust and honor. From Mrs. Daunton Ellis had wrung the admission that some years ago she had met and known Mr. Ormsby. From Jack Ormsby she had learned that he had never known a Mrs. Daunton in hia life, and her heart was filled with misgivings as she went Bwiftly down the stairs, turned sharply at the bottom and in an instant stood at the library door. With all the worldly goods with which she had endowed her has band 20 years gone by, pretty Mrs. Amory couldn't add to the government allow anoe of quarters and her dining room would only hold ten; so, as Ellis wasn't especially interested in any man at the post despite the attentions paid her by Martin, Jeasup and other available fellows, Mrs. Amory wisely decided her to be deeply interested in somebody far away and knew the man the moment Ormsby came. So Ormsby and Ellis, as has been said, went to whist and came away dissatisfied and unhappy, and Will and Kitty went to dinner and a dance at Amory's and had a thrilling tiff, as a result of which she refused to ask him in when he took her home, even though Aunt Lucretia, hoping it was Wayne, beamed upon them, though it was after midnight, from the doorway, and the colonel and Brother Jack, looming up through a cloud of cigar smoke, shouted to the suffering subaltern to oome in. Wrathful and stung to thequiok by Kitty's ooquetry, Farrar turned indignantly away CuDd sought his own quarters. The lights were still burning in the parlor, and he felt sure Leale and Mrs. Daunton were there and he was too "miffed" to care to see them. A dim light was burning in his mother's room, and be believed her to have retired earlier and so made it an excuse not to go for her good night kiss and blessing. The floor opened just as ne was nurrying by and Wayne came forth into the clear moonlight, and the boy wondered that he should be there, instead of at Pen ton's, as usual, but he didn't wish to see or speak with him. He slammed the door of his chum's bachelor den as he bolted in, never noticing the bright light in Ellis' window or dreaming that, his sister sat there alone in her trouble, while he. with a lover's selfishncik, saw nothing beyond his own. She heard his quick, impetuous step, however, and, peeping through the curtains, saw the light pop up in the window opposite her own, and readily she divined that Kit had been tormenting hiin again. ly across the floor and stopped to peek through the eastern window. Suddenly back he sprung and stood swaying at the door of the anteroom as Helen Daunton hurriedly returned. Coming from the dazzling glare of the sun without into the dimly lighted room, ghe almost oollided the hulking figure before seeing it at alL "Mrs. Karrar has left her cloak," she faltered. 'Will you kindly move from the way?" "You thought I had moved from your way," was the thick, husky answer, "but you're mistaken, my dear." Back she started as though stung, an awful terror in her staring eyes, her blanching faoe. "One moment, mother, dear," she cried. ' 'Let me draw the curtain it  it doesn't work well." -rorvtotxt. *91. Br r. rtNMYMM Wilt.' trn 7(1 nnd hers, and Be-*** hart sprung to aOMniuu CuCd »uu. .— and had atriven to m? "the lieutenait," and not''Masther Will," in hia r ference to hia officer, but Will plainly showed he thought this frequent coming an imposition. "Mother, dear," said he one day, "if old Rorke is annoying you by ooming so often, I can give him a gentle hint." And with the words she boldly threw aside the heavy curtain and noisily, ostentatiously raised the «uh Just as she believed would be the case, the skulker, alarmed, sprang back behind the corner of tho adjoining houBe and deep within its shadow. Will's light waa still burning brightly, and in her clear, silvery voice his sister called his name. "He'll answer in a minute, mother. Don't come to the window yet," she added. Then again, "WiUy, Willyl" "Who dropped that fire? Who, I say?" he repeated, for, in soldier silence, the men had stood at attention, but, true to soldier ethics, would t*41 no tales. "Don't let that happen again, corporal," he went on sternly. "You know well enough what a fire would mean hereabouts, with the cannon powder stored in the tower yonder. Remember the orders—the guardhouse for the first man fooling with fire. Go on with your work." And then, as the men turned silently away and Terry stood there, looking abashed and troubled at the implied rebuke, Will sought to soften the effeot. "Why, you're doing great work here, corporal. The old plaoe is wearing Christmas dress and no mistake. " CHAPTER V. For several days Troope®* Graice had been in the guardhouse. Absent from . check roll call, from hia quarters overnight and from reveille,' he had turned np at sick call with a battered visage and all the ear marks of a drunken row. He had been hauled up before a summary court, Major Wayne's first duty after reporting at the post, and received sentence of fine with a scowling face and no word of plea for clemency or promise of betterment What cared he to fines? He oould win more in a night than they oould stop in a month. He was oat again doing penanoe with the police oart about the post the day the available transportation came driving back from the railway with a load of preciooa freight, and Trooper Graioe, splitting wood in the major's back yard, dropped the ax with a savage oath and turned a sickly yellow for one minute when he heard the busy tongues of the domestics next door proclaiming the arrival of Lieutenant Farmr's mother and sister. The aentrv on dutv over prisoners bade him stop hia swearing and get to work again, for Captain Leale waa passing rapidly np the walk in front, and Leale was a man whose eyes were ever about him and whose ears seemed never to lose a sound, but the captain merely glanced keenly at the soldier with his brace of malcontents and hurried on. ' 'Mother desired me to hand you this, Mr. Ormsby," was all that Ellis said, and then coldly turned away. "Ellis!" he cried in a low, eager, Borrowing tone, as be sprang after her. "Ellis, Ellis!" Bnt instantly, with uplifted hand, she turned, first as though to confront and warn him back, then as though oommanding silence. "Hush, listen!" ahe said. "What is that?" Two minutes later, and no one could explain how it started or what was its exciting cause, with hardly a spoken word or premonitory symptom, two men were clinched in furious struggle—one, heavy, burly, powerful and gifted with almost demoniac strength, had hurled the other down. That other, lithe, sinewy, pantherlike in every motion, writhed from underneath his huge antagonist and had sprung to his feet, while the first, more slowly, heaved himself upward, and then, like a maddened bull, dashed at his foe. "Annoying? Why, Willy, dear,- I love to talk with him. He waa the most faithful, devoted creature we ever knew. All through your boyhood he watched over you, and he was almost the only friend your poor brother seemed to have." And, as though answering her call, as though watchful, ready, eager to serve, even though unsummoned, another form came suddenly into sight on the moonlight walk in front, and a voice she well knew hailed from over the low picket fenoe: "Will has just gone up our way, Miss Farrar. I brought him a message a moment ago. Can I be of any service?" And there, of oourse, was Jack Ormsby. Something like an inarticulate, stifled, moaning cry came from the direction of the dining room, and, rushing thither, swiftly, noiselessly as he could, Ormsby was just in time to see Helen Daunton reeling back from the window and staggering toward the sofa. "D00—Boyle Parrar—and here!" she gasped. "You—Boyle FarrarJ Oh, my gracious God!" "I appreciate all that, mother," said Will, tugging uneasily at his budding mustache, "at least I try to, but all the same, you know, it isn't the thing. Of coarse Rorke never presumes exactly, I understand that, and he only comes because yon bid him. and then it ia only to the back door and all that, bnt still it's the effect of the thing on the other men, and it's time he was learning to understand I'm decidedly no longer Master Will" "It is, Masther Will," said Rorke delightedly.[to BE A Wellaprlng of Poison. 'Twas the day before Christmas, and Frayne was merry with the music of Christmas preparation. Ever since reveille the men had been busily at work, and while most of them were engaged in the decoration of their barracks, measrooms and the little ohapel, Terry Rorke, with a good sized squad, was still potting the finishing touches on the assembly hall. An odd thing had happened that morning. No one had ever known that fellow Graice to offer to do a stroke of work of any kind, especially where Rorke had anything to do with the matter, yet here he came, rigfet after reveille, to tell that very man tht* if it was all the same to him he'd tab* the place of Higgins, who had been put on guard, and would help at the assembly room. CHAPTER YTL "Masther Willi" 'repeated Farrar indignantly. "On my soul, Rorke, you"— "I beg the lieutenant's pardon," said Terry, all contrition and soldierly respect. "But I've known him such a few weeks as lieutenant and so many and many a long year as Masther Will"— Mendocino county is noted for the many strange springs within its borders. They are of almost limitless variety, and a number of them are of kinds not to be found in other parts of the world. The greater number of these springs throw off water that has beneficial medicinal qualities, but then is one that has the power of causing almost instant death to any creature that drinks it "Thank yon, no," was the answer in cold constraint. "I had no idea he had gone and that you were there. Mother merely wished to speak with him a moment," and with that she meant to dismiss him, but her mother, pained by her tone of constraint and coldness toward one whom ■ she herself so greatly liked, came to the window herself. Springing lightly to one side, Crow Knife, for it was he, whipped from its sheath a glittering blade and poised it high in air, and Graice, even in hia blind fury, saw and hesitated. Then was a rush of tne workmen to the spot, but Captain Leale was first of alL Clear and cold and stern his voice was heard. "Drop that knife! Drop that knife, I say I" and slowly, reluctantly, though his eyes were blazing with hate and rage, the Iudian turned toward the man he had learned to trust, to honor and to obey, and the knife fell clattering to the floor. Graice made a lunge as though to grab it, and Rorke's ready {pot tripped and felled him. Then, with both hands, the Irishman grabbed him by the collar and dragged him, dazed and ecowling, to his feet. Just as she expected, there, peeping through the heavy meshes of the portieres, invisible to any one in the parlor, yet able to study its occupants at will; there, clutching the silken folds in her beautiful white hands, with her face pallid and quivering with emotion, with great tears trickling down her cheeks; there, deaf to her coming, stood Helen Daunton, gazing spellbound at the man who dared to approach her— Ellis Farrar—in the guise of a lover. Ah, there was the rub I Two days before in the presence of Will's fair littls ladylove had one of Rorke's lapses occurred, and the lieutenant had been Masther Willed and had reddened to the roots of his hair, seeing which Kitty Ormsby, as determined as ever lived, had taken to calling him "Masther Will" on her own acaount, and thunderstorms were imminent There were other fellows, presentable fellows, in the garrison who were quick to feel the fascination of this charming little niece of Fen ton's, and just the moment Will showed a disposition to sulk she showered smiles and sunshine on the first subaltern to appear, and thereby drove' Will nearly rabid Had his comrades ventured to dub him "Masther Will" there would have been a row. Had any of the other belles of the garrison so transgressed he would have turned his back upon her then and there, and so elegant a danoer and reputably wealthy a young officer was not to bo offended, even before Kitty came. But Kit could and did torment him without mercy and without fear of oonsequenoes, and before she had been at Frayne a week Was making life a burden for the fellow who had prayed for her coming as ite sweetest blessing. "That'll do, corporal. Have the picture in its nlace as soon as vou can. Mother will be over here to look at it." This strange spring is on what is known as the McNab ranch, not far from Hopland. It is located in a flat piece of pasture land about a mile from a range of foothills lying to the east. "Ellis, you are not even courteous to that honest gentleman," she said in gentle reproach. "Mr. Onusby," she added in cordial tones, "are yon going anywhere? Are you busy?" "Yes, Mas—yes, sorr." And again, as Will turned angrily to rebuke the poor fellow, there was a gathering of the men at the window looking out upon the parade, and something was said about a lady slipping on the ioe, which carried Will away like a shot Two strides took him to the door, and one glance sent him rushing to the rescue. It was Miss Ormsby. There is no difficuly in recognizing this spring when one comes to it As cattle had a habit of taking their last drinks out of it, a fence was put around it, which of oourse compels them to go elsewhere for water. But the fence cannot keep out everything, and aa a consequence the spring is always surrounded by the dead bodies of beasts, birds and Insects. And Jack Ormsby had vowed that never until he met her had he known what it was to love a woman, vowed that his heart had been all her own ever since the winter of her father's death, ever since the bitter day he had to break to her the dreadful news, and yet, here before her eyes, was evidence that this woman could look upon him only in uncontrollable emotion What folly to talk to her of never having seen Helen Dauntou before I And even then an idea flashed upon her. Under some other name he must have known her, and though he might deny the name he could not deny the woman. Jealous, doubly jealous, she sought to bring them face to face, and, entering the library, quickly turned on the electric light and would have opened the portiere and bade him oome to her there, but Helen Daunton turned and fled. All Ellis oould afterward extort from her was that in her unhappy past Jack Ormsby had befriended her, stood by her in the sorest need, and she would be grateful to him to her dying day. It was Leale who opened the door of the stanch Concord and assisted the ladies to alight—Mrs. Farrar, Ellis (for the Farrara had returned to the fort) and a stranger, a gentlewoman evidently, yet one who seemed to shrink from accepting aid or attention and whose beautiful blue eyes ever followed Mrs. Farrar. "My friend, Mrs. Daunton; my older friend. Captain Leale, of whom you have heard so much," were the words in which these two were made known to each other, while Will and the servants were tumbling out bags and rugs and wraps, even as another and similar vehicle was being unloaded in front of the colonel's. "Entirely at your service, Mrs. Farrar. I found myself de trop at the house after the colonel took his nightcap and his leave, so I came out for a stroll. The major and Aunt Lou are trying to remember where they left off last night, and Kitty, I fancy, is bullying the lieutenant."' 'There's no whisky to be had there, Qraice, if that's what you want, and ye look more'n like it Answer me this, now. Where'd ye been whin ye came runnin in at 1 o'clock this mornin?" And then, while some of the men went on with their work, others seemed to hang about Graioe, who was oddly fascinated by the box and cast furtive glances at it, while Crow Knife, under Rorke's direction, was quietly unpacking it Again had Graioe wandered unsteadly over by the stove and stood there, sullenly kicking at it until one of the men bade him quit or he'd start a fire in spite of them. "You'll have us all in blazes before our time," were the soldier's words. "There are ladies ooming, sir," was the warning of one of the men. The appearance of the spring is radically different from the dozen of others in the vicinity. It cornea from the ground into a hole about 8 feet in diameter. The soil around it la of clay color, but there is not a sign of vegetation for at least 25 feet in any direction. Nothing will grow in the water. This has been tried by planting mosses and other plants that grow along streams, but they all died In a short time. When the water comes from the ground, it is in an effervescent oondltion, but loses this quality before it has run over the 6urface a dozen feet and disappeared in a gravel pit. On approaching this spring from any direction an unpleasant smell strikes the nostrils. This is caused by the decomposing bodies of the numerous dead creatures around it. There are birds of all kinds, rabbits and squirrels and millions of insects. Occasionally a coyote is found. The effect of the water is most rapid Birds have been seen to drink it and in less than ten seconds fell over dead. Rabbits seem to have time to crawl a few feet from the spring before they die. But none of the dead creatures is ever found more than 50 feet away. —San Francisco Call. "Take that man out and cool him off," said Leale, still calmly, to the corpora). "I'll hear the story later. Qoiet u»w, one and all," he added, aa the gronp dispersed. "It is Mrs. Farrar." "Then would you mind coming in one minute? I have a little packet that I want Willy to find on his dressing table when he comes in." Verily the Onusbys warned to exercise a baleful influence over the Famirs, and, with all her admiration for Kitty's better qualities and her remembrance of all Jack's goodness in the past, her heart was hardening against them, a* it was, in jealous disquiet, against Helen Daunton. At that moment she seemed to long for the companiouship of her brother and wished he had oome in. She heard her mother's gentle words mingling with Leale's deep baritone and Helen Daun ton's low, soft voice, and again the feeling gained ground within her that she, to whom the mother clung with such love and dependence in the past, was herself in need of advice and sympathy, while that mother was finding other helpers now. Wayne bad gone, the servants had retired, and still the pleasant, friendly chat went on. It was all well enough to far as Malcolm Leale waa ooik*"—~v out wny bijoux! ner motiier so utterly confide in one of whom she knew so little and of whom Ellis was beginning to suspect so much? Why should Helen Daunton be allowed to accept those unmistakable attentions from Captain Leale even when her actions plainly .thowed that there had been some mysterious tie between her and Jack Orrnsby in the past? "On a still hunt, corporal," answered Graice, with a leer. "It's to  away from whisky this day I'm ready to work with you. I'm supernumerary of the guard." "Mother," pleaded Ellis almost breathlessly, "I—I"— xncy met at the very doorway, the fair, radiant woman, closely followed by her daughter, the dazed, hoiking soldier, led or rather driven forth by Corporal Rorke, and instantly a change, swift and fearsome, shot across the sweet, pathetic face. One glance was all, and then, pale as death, she tottered feebly forward. Ellis sprang to her side in sadden alarm. "Mother, dearest, what is wrong? How you tremble!" "Hush, dear. -*~d. I know " Mr. Ormsby will be "You w«t» Hrinkin last night, and you've had yer eye opener and brain cloudier this mornin, bad scran to ye. There's an internal revenue tax on the breath at ye that would make an exciseman Jealous. But, God be good to us, av it's to kape mischief away from tbe garrison this day I'll go ye. G'wan now, but whist, ye've no liquor about ye, Graioe?" "Devil a drop outside -of my skin, corporal." "Then kape out of noaph of it and cmt of the way of the ladies, lest the sight of yer ugly mug would throw them into fits. G'wan," and Graice went "Was it ye, ye blaok throated devil, that gave that sweet lady her fright last night?" he continued reflectively. "There's no provin it beyond the boot tracks, and they'd fit worse lookin feet than yours. It's the wan mark of the gentleman that's left to ye. Yes, sergeant I'll kape me eye on him," he continued, in response to a suggestion from the senior noncommissioned officer of the troop, who came forth from the office at the moment. "The captain's hot about that business of last night and like as not there's the blackguard. Now, what on earth does he want to be play in Peepin Tom about the officers' quarters?" And Mr. Ormsby was only too glad. Promptly he came to the door. Promptly he was admitted by Mrs. Daunton, who stood with palpitating heart at the foot of the stairs. Leale dined en famille at the Farrara' that evening, Will proudly presiding, M became the bead of the house and the foo4 of the table, and beaming upon his mother, who sat facing him and rejoioing in his happiness. Very bright and cosy were the prettily furnished quarters, for, with boundless enthusiasm, the ladies of the garrison had aided the young gentleman in making them attractive against the coming of the wife at their honored old colonel and his fair daughter, and right after dinner the visitors began to arrive, welcoming, army fashion, the old friends long endeared to all the other members of the garrison, men and women both, and, While lbs, Farrar and Ellis had hosts at questions to ask and answer, Captain Leale found himself interested in entertaining the stranger, to whom all this blithe and cheery intercourse, all the oordial, hospitable, homelike army ways, were so odd and new. It was tattoo when he rose to leave and met poor Will without — Will, who had cwioe gone up to Fenton's hoping to fleal a word or two with Kitty, only to And that such portion of post society as was not gathered about his mother and sister was congregated at the colonel's and then, fatigued by the journey and showing plainly the effect at the excitement of her arrival, Mrs. Farrar was induced to seek her room, while Ellis remained in the parlor to ohat ]rith others still ooming in to bid then} welcome home, and not'until long after 10 were the lights turned down in No. 8, and not until even later did they gleam no longer from the big house on the edge ot the bluff. Whatever trepidation her friend had felt as to the effect of this return upon Mrs. Farrar, it wss soon evident that it was groundless. Even the day on which she returned Lucretia's call and was received in the familiar rooms, once her pwn, she controlled admirably every sign at deep emotion. She seemed happy in being with Will, her idolized boy, and was never tired of watching him as he strode or rode away upon his various "Not L Fire's my friend," answered Graice in a surly tone. "Thank you so much," was Mrs. Farrar's bail from the landing above. "It is in my room and will be ready in one minute if you will kindly step into the parlor." "And likely to give ye a long and warm welcome if ye cany to purgatory the spirit ye so sweetly manifest here. How yer friend?" retorted Rorke. For a moment she could not speak "It is folly; it is weakness!" she faltered. "But that face—that dreadful faoel The look in those eyes—the awful glitter that only liquor kindles. I have not seen that look since—oh, whenever I see it I say, God pity, pity his mother." And so, like the big outside world, the little community of Fort Frayne was living its life of hopes and fears, smiles and tears, love and jealousy and hate, while Kitty had speedily made herself completely at home and was tyrannizing over everybody at the colonel's as well as over Will, and tormenting Aunt Lucretia by making eyes at Major Wayne, who never saw them, while Wayne had got to drifting over to his new colonel's almost every evening, just as 20 years before he infested the quarters of his old friend at Leavenworth, rousing once more all the fluttering of that maidenly heart, and, while Mrs. Farrar, rejoicing in the evidences of love and reverence in which ber husband's name was held on every side and in the honors Will was winning in bis chosen profession, and even while she found comfort in the fact that one faithful old friend could recall her wayward boy as he was before dishonor and disgrace had swamped him, she won Id have been less than a woman had she been insensible to Fenton's repressed but unvarying devotion. Never intruding, rarely oalling, be was gentleness, tenderness, personified in every look and word. It was evident that all these years had never served to banish her image from his heart. Mourner tbongh she may be, can woman live and not rejoice in knowing herself the object of so much love on every side? Widowed though even by a few "I mean it saved my life a year ago in Mexioa I saw a girl onoe too often for her lover's good—hot headed cur! He would have it and got it—in the heart— and I got in quod, and our oonsul could not help me. I am not the kind of citizen the United States hinders a foreign government from sending to kingdom come, and I was mighty nigh getting there." And then Mrs. Farrar passed on into ber room, and with no audible word Mrs. Daunton and Jack passed into the parlor. Ellis stood a moment, confused, confounded, irresolute, turned back into ber own room, and only by a miracle recovered herself in time to prevent the load slam of the door. Then, with heavily beating heart, she stood there in the middle of the floor listening for yet not listening to the sound of voices from below, tbe cold night air blowing in from the open casement unnoticed, even the mysterious prowler at the back of the house for the moment utterly forgotten. "And yet,' said Ellis, ever doubtful and Rnsnicions. "vpu refused to am him you shrank from him, ana you would not Jicet him." But to this there was no reply. And then Helen Daunton came hastily in and helped to lead the agitated woman to a seat, and,there she knelt beside her and soothed and comforted and cooed to her as women croon over a tired odild, and Leale hovered helpfully about, grave, strong and gentle, and it was on his arm she leaned, with Helen at her side, wWn finally she stood to look at her husband's portrait And little by little she grew calm and the fluttering at her heart ceased to distress her, and Ellis, turning reluctantly away at the bidding of her garrison friends, left her mother to the ministrations of the woman whom with every hour, more and more, she learned to look upon as a rival, and then, saying that he would call for them in a few minutes That night was Ormsby's last call before he went abroad. And now, with Christmas near at hand and ber jealousy ever wrestling with ber better nature, and the respect, even the regard, she felt growing within her for this lovely woman who was so devoted to her mother, Ellis Farrar knew not what to think or say when she notioed the unerring signs of Maloolm Leale's growing love and of the evident pleasum, despite all her gentle reserve, the woman felt in his society. Substitute For Glaaa. "The first successful substitute for glass," says an architect in the Washington Times, "is tec tori urn, a gelatinous composition. It has not appeared in this country at all as yet, but It is being introduced in Europe. This gelatinous substance is given rigidity by uulng spread on a galvanized iron web, whioh holds the sheet in any desired shape, but does not obstruct the passage of light It is translucent but not transparent, and can be stained in suoh a manner as to exactly "And ye didn't," said Terry, highly interested. ' 'The dispensations of hiven are past find in out." "Fire's stood my friend, I say. I had my pipe—greasers ain't the d d martinets you have here—and a spark went into the straw. It blazed in an instant. There was h—1 to pay, with the guard and greasers and prisoners running every which way. The prison had a little tower, like that, yonder," said he. pointing to the wooden structure above the old guardhouse. "I saw mv chance m tne contusion auu ran iui iu it naa stone and never took fire, and I got safely away at night and vamoosed the country and read afterward how the flames had devoured the ruffianly murderer Roy"— and here he caught himself, with sudden gulp, seeing Borke's auspicious eyes on him." And meantime, turning quickly upon Ormsby, the moment she bad led him within the parlor below, Helen Daunt-on, in low, trembling, yet determined accents, spoke hurriedly: "I had not hoped for this. At beat I thought to see you no sooner than tomorrow night You have read my note?" Even to Helen, then, the ooming Christmastide was bringing that which women prize and welcome. Only Ellis in all the busy garrison found no comfort in the happy season, for the lover she longed and longed to see was by her own act banished from her life. Then, again, came recollections of the note she had seen her slip in Ormsby's hand that night, and, longing for somebody, for something, to distract her thoughts from her own angry self, she tore aside the curtain and peered oat on the night There, not 60 feet away, was Will's window, There, to her right, the snow oovered expanse of tho parade terminated at the far southern side by the black bulk of the one story barracks and the glistening lights of the guardhouse tower, where, on the lower floor, the sergeant of the guard and his corporals held their sway. Off to the left lay the rolling slopes, all white and peaoeful in their fleecy mantles and glistening in the moonlight, save where seamed by pathways leading to the river and disfigured by the wooden fences of the back yards. imitate stained glass. It cannot be broken or softened by the rajs of the sun, but is flexible and easily bent into any desired shape. When unstained, it at first is yellow, but on exposure to the sun it turns white, at the same time becoming harder and more durable. Like glass, it is a poor conductor of heat It is lighter than glass and on this account is well adapted for roofs. Unless it can be made transparent it can never hope to entirely supersede glass, but its cheapness and superiority to glass in other directions are securing for it extensive sales for factory windows, skylights for hothouses, roofing and like purposes.""No good, of course, but we can prove nothing, as you say, except that hu was out of quarters and wasn't at Bunko Jim's after 11 o'clock. He was here and in bed when I inspected." Ormsby bowed coldly. "Yea, but no words can tell you my surprise at seeing you here in this household and as the trusted companion of whom I have beard so much. Do they know you are"— CHAPTER VT Very little was known about this episode. Mrs. Dannton had quickly revived under the ministration of  and Mr. Ormsby, and, half laughing, half crying, had declared that just as she reached the window the blind swung slowly back and the moonlight fell full on the head and shoulders of a man with a fur cap, black beard and soldier's overcoat She could describe no other features. He saw her at the same instant Each recoiled, but in her excited, nervous state it was too much of a shock. Ellis, who at first had been prone to attribute Helen's prostration to the interview with Ormsby, recalled the prowler the herself had seen and could not but corroborate Mrs. Dannton's atory. Jack had rushed out, only to find boot tracks in the snow and an unfastened blind, but no other sign of a man. Mrs. Farrar was kept in total ignorance of the affair, and only Leale and Will at first were taken into the secret, though the captain at once went to oonsult his trusty noncommissioned officers. All the same, though Helen laughed at her weakness when morning came, she and Ellis, parting for the night with but few words and each feeling conscious oi tne gui: between cnem, passed a restless and disquieting night That night Ellis Farrar was as wakeful as the sentries on their snow bound posts. It was after midnight when she returned from progressive whist at the doctor's, and though luck had befriended her and kept Ormsby from her side she had been able at times to watch him when chance brought him near Helen Daunton. She noted with jealous misery the appealing look in Helen's eyes when once they were for an instant left to themselves. She could have sworn she saw a little scrap of paper banded Ormsby at that moment and quickly stowed in his waistcoat pocket But the rest of the evening it was Leale who devoted himself to Helen and Leale who escorted her home, and this fact Ellis saw was something that seemed to give Ormsby no oonoern whatever. Had she not been blinded by her suspicious she would have seen that poor Jack had only one real source of trouble that night, and that was her own determined avoidance of him. "Eh, Graioe? Roy, ye were say in." "They know nothing. They have made me welcome and made life sweet to me again after it was wrecked and ruined by their own flesh and blood I meant—God forgive me—when first I came to them, lonely, destitute, that some time they should know, but from the first I grew to love her; from the day of my reoeption under her roof my heart went out to her as It has done to no other woman since my own blessed mother died long years ago, and then, then 1 learned of her precarious health and I temporized and now love her as 1 love no other on earth, and, knowing that she never heard of her son's marriage—for she has talked of him occasionally to me—I determined never to tell her of that or of the little one murdered by his brutality. I have "Murderer, roisterer and rascal, Tom Graice," he went on. "So I've nothing to fear from fire." A Missing Link. Rorke eyed him long and distrustfully, grunting audible comment on the itory, to which some of the men had listened in absorbed interest, while others were busily removing the picture and setting it in place upon thewalL Then, as it was fairly hung, Crow Knife stepped back across the room, his eyes reverently fixed upon the fine, soldierly faoe. Graice, meantime, after a hurried glanoe about him, had drawn a flask from his vest pocket and had lifted it to his lips, when Rorke grabbed it When Dr. Dubois of the Netherlands army set out fd? his station In the east, he little dreamed how Important would be the result of his labors in unfolding to scienoe one of the lost steps in life's progress. To understand more clearly the nature of this discovery, which is the greatest that the intent science of anthropology has ever made, a little explanation is necessary about the so called "missing links." brief months does she resent it that the man lives who would be glad to teach her to forget? Life was not without romance, then, even to one who had lost her best beloved not three years gone by ind for whose firstborn she still shed bitter tears. Par across the Platte the red light* burned at Bunko Jim's, and some unhallowed revelry was going on, for even at the distance the black shapes of horses oould be seen tethered about the premises, and one at two more dim dots of pedestrians seemed slowly creeping across the stream. The post of sentry on No. 6, at the north end of the garrison, began back of the colonel's quarters on the point of the bluff and continued on to the rear of the officers' quarters at the eastern front where it joined that of No. 6, and even as Ellis gazed from her window she could see that the two sentries, approaching each other, were apparently having some conference about the situation. There was a low fence separating their yard from that next door, and the snow was almost untrodden. There was no pathway around the bachelor den next door, as there was around Na fi. Post servants and orderlies thought nothing of utilizing the hallways of quarters occupied solely by subalterns. The back gate stood open, as she could see, and the board walk leading from it to the rear door was visible for half its length. That had been cleanly swept during tie day, and leading from the gate diagonally across the yard through the snowdrifts was the track of a man, and right at the rear oorner of the bachelors' quarters, half concealed from the front and peering eagerly around, evidently studying the windows of the ground floor of the house oocupied by the ladies of the Farrar family, was the man himself, a big, burly, heavily bearded fellow, in the fur cap and rough greatcoat of the cavalry. The life history of the earth, if we only knew all, would probably present one unbroken chain of progress, beginning with simple, structureless protozoa and ending In man—linked, however, one to the other by the various Intermediate forms of radiates, mollusks, articulates, fishes, amphibians, reptiles, birds and mamii&ls, but the old earth has not yet yielded all her secrets, and the record we have is, therefore, a broken one, with here and there a missing step. For example, there is a wide and unfilled gap In this life's scale between articulates and fishes. We have all the connections which lead to the for- And to another sorrowing heart, to another gentle and stricken soul, this wintry sojourn on the far frontier was bringing strange emotion. Day after 'lay bad Malcolm Leale been a visitor at the Farrars'. Time after time had he found himself seated in conversation with the woman whose beauty of face bad thrilled him on the day of her coming and whose sweet, subdued, but gracious manner had charmed him more und more. First to notice his marked reference for Helen Dann ton's society was Ellis Farrar, who noted it with mixed emotions, with an interest of .vhich she felt ashamed and which she Ctrove to repress. For months she had been struggling against herself, or rather against some strange distemper that was not herself, for the pang of jealousy with which the girl bad marked her mother's dependence upon Mrs. Daunton when Ellis returned from *hool had deepened and taken root early that graduation summer. Her jealousy had been doubled by an event that occurred shortly after her brother's last parade. Mrs. Daunton had not gone with them to the Point—Craney's was crowded in June, and Mrs. Farrar and Ellis would go nowhere else. For the week they would be there the services and administrations of a companion might, perhaps, bo dispensed with, and Helen remained at the home. Whippcd from itx sheath, a glittering blade. An admirable soldier was Will, as all the officers admitted, devoted to his duties, full of snap, spirit and enthusiasm, a fine drill instructor, and tocher of the noooommissioned officers' school, yet ever handicapped by that exuberant boyishness and by the fact that to save their souls the old soldiers and their families seemed to find it absolutely impossible at first to forget him as Masthar Will Many of the old sergeants and their wives had come to pay their ysspeots to Mm. Farrar, and to talk, as |be loved to hear them talk, of the oolopel they loved so well and mourned so loyally. One and all they rejoiced in Saying everything that soldier speech oould frame in praise of their new lieutenant, their boy officer, their colonel's soldierly son, even while struggling against the impulse that ever possessed them to refer to him as Masther Will, or, as he hated still more to be called. Master Willie. Little by little the army punctilio had prevailed, and most of the men had learned to refer to him respectfully as "the lieutenant" and to brace pp and salute him with all the gravity •nd precision lavished on Fen ton or Leale. Even the Irish trumpeter, with irfaom he had ridden races and played jockey and gotten into all manner of mischief about the post in bygone days —MoQuirk—at first could not suppress the affable grin that overspread his freckled "mug" at sight of his whilom playmate as a full fledged officer, bearing the president's commission. But Mao was savagely roasted by Sergeant Stein and other elders, and did his best to amend. It was Terry Rorke that was incorrigible. Time and again be broke the rules he laid down for himself, and, as Terry had been the household "striker" in the days when it was Captain Farrar, and they first lived at Frayne, he found especial favor in the gentle eyes of the widowed mother, and was encouraged to come and see her, for in all that crowded garrison he alone oould recall her firstborn—her handsome, daring, dashing Royle, when he was a boy of 14. "I thought so, ye mad brained gabbler 1 Ye'll be dxunk before the day's half over. Get up and look at the picture, man. It's lookin at ye straight and stern." with his sleigh, believing that a short drive in the exhilarating air would be of benefit, Leale, too, left them, and Mrs. Farrar and Helen Dannton were practically alone. Mess call sounding cheerily had called the men to their noonday meaL "Who—who's looking at me? What d d rot are you talking?" shuddered Graioe. Wheels within wheels weie whirring in the garrison, and Ellis Farrar was perplexed and worried more than she oould say. Even placid, garrulous Aunt Lucretia was involved in the recent complications, for within the past three days Major Wayne had been on no less than three occasions in close and confidential talk with Mrs. Farrar, a talk that on one occasion bad left the gentle invalid in tears and from which she had gone to her room and was found there on her knees by Ellis half an hour later. Explanation was denied her at the time. The eyes of the elder woman had followed the tall, soldierly form of Leale as he left the room, and then, tenderly, questionuigly, almost entreatingly turned upon Helen. "The oolonel is, and as if he didn't relish the sight. Small blame to him." mer, but there the record ends abruptly and Inexplicably, for fishes, the oldest and the simplest, start off fully formed without any vestigial remains of their predecessors. Another link to be supplied is that connecting man to the higher mammals, and this is the link—humanity's missing link —which Dr. Dubois claims to have discovered."It's a saying of my people," said Grow in his slow, solemn tone, "Whom the eyes of the dead call must rise and follow." "I lave him almost as I do my own son, Helen. My husband died in his arma Surely yon must realize that his great heart has belonged to you ever since he first set eyes on your bonny Just what miwchief that fellow Uraice was meditating puzzled not a little the honest pate of Terry Rorke. For a time the man worked busily, silently, lugging bundles of greens into the hall and bare, stripped branches out Once or twice, in answer to chaffing remarks of the other men, he had retaliated Once again, colliding with Crow Knife at the door, he had muttered an angry curse and bade the redskin keep out of hie way unless he coveted trouble. The Indian's eyes flashed vengefully, but he ■poke no word. "You croaking"— hissed Giaioe, leaping to his feet and rushing at the Indian, but Rorke threw himself between them. face." "Play wid fire when ye may, man, bat niver wid a tame tiger. Hash, now. Go oat this door and cool that crazy head of yera. Here oome the ladiea " Mrs. Daunton almost started to her feet. The relics, which consist of only a few bones, a thigh bone, a wisdom tooth and part of the skull, were found on the banks of the Bengawan river near Trinil, in central Java. All were imbedded in volcanio tufa three feet below the low water level of the stream and some 40 feet below the surface of the flood plain through which the river bad out its channel. The skull, which is very apelike, still has a cranial capacity greater than any known ape's, yet it is below the lowest human skull ever found—that of the Neander valley, known as the Neanderthal skull. The thigh bono is strangely human, yet very different, scientists say, from any such bones they have ever seen. It proves at least that this animal, however oonstiuted in other parts, was gifted with the attribute of walking erect, and erect posture was one of the primed steps in the making of man.—Harvey S. Dashore in Lipplncott's. "Ob, not that! Surely not that! He ia my good, trne friend," she cried. "Not the less your friend because all your lover, Helen." '.'Not now. Ellis, dear," was the pleading answer. "I cannot talk tonight. Later—after Christmas—I will tell yon all about it" And with this the girl had perforce been content Yet here again she mourned because while refusing to tell her own daughter the reason of her tears and agitation Jdrs. Farrar had welcomed Helen to her room fuid found solace and comfort in her society. Instantly the excited group scattered, the men resuming their work as though at no time thought of crime or qnarrel had entered there, but Rorke's heart was thumping hard as he went to his station. First to enter were Captain Leale and Mrs. Daunton, though the blithe voices and cheery laughter of the others oould be heard without Evidently there was fun at Kitty's expense, and Leale had seized the opportunity to draw Helen to one sida Thev were talking earnestly as they entered. "Oh, never my lover! I have no right —I am not free!" "Listen to me, Helen," pleaded her friend. "Shall one mistake blight a liietime? I know your short marriage experience was a cruel one." It was just after guard mounting that Graice had offered his services, when, as supernumerary, he really did not have to work at all and was not properly detailable for any such fatigue duty. By 10 o'clock, however, it was apparent to more than one present that he was drinking more liquor and had it concealed probably somewhere about the premises or in his overcoat. Rorke warned him and got a sullen reply. Not a minute after, although strict orders had been given against1 smoking, because of the flimsy nature of the structure and the large quantity of iufluinmable material scattered about, be precipitated an excitement. Right in the entrance of the hall a big square box had just been placed by two of tho men, and Crow Knife was carefully removing the lid, when Graice, lurching in from the dressing room with a bundle of greens, stumbled against the edge of the case, and, dropping his burden with a savage curse, he drew back his heavily booted foot as though to let drive a furious kick Ormtbu wn* jutt in time. "Jt was—heaven knows it was," assented Helen, shuddering. hid it all—all. I hid from you, for you alone knew me under the name she bears and loves and honors. Oh, Mr. Ormsby, you were kindness, helpfulness itself to me in those bitter daya Can you not see how impossible it is for me to tell her now? Can you not help me to keep tho hateful truth? See, she has been gaining here day after day. Don't let her know—don't make me tell her —perhaps kill her with the telling— that I am Royle Farrar's wife." "Then do not make youth's mistake, dear," continued Mrs. Farrar, "and think the story ended because one chapter is closed. I thought my story ended when they brought me home my dead soldier. I've prayed many a time my story might end in the years my firstborn was an outcast. Helen, I have hardly spoken to you of my eldest boy, but I can tell you now that, standing here tonight, I realize how out of sorrow peace has oome to ma Death, which took away my husband, gave me back my son." This lovely, placid, moonlit night as they came away from Dr. Gray's, old Fenton was plainly disappointed and Lucretia as plainly disturbed when Mrs. Farrar quietly aud possessively took the major's arm and led him, rathpr than leaned upon bis strength, on the homeward way. Ellis, esoorted by Mr. Martin—anything to get away from Ormsby this night—had hurried homeward and then to her room and out of sight, yet noted bow long her mother detained the dreamy major at the gate, while Leale and Helen Daunton conversed in the little parlor. There had been a gathering at the Amorys that same evening, a little dinner party, as Mrs. Amory expressed it "in honor of those who ara engaged and those who ought to be," and pretty Nell Willetts, a captain's daughter, and young Alton of K troop were the first named, and bewitching Kitty and Willy Farrar, one oouple, at least, included in the second. Mrs. Amory was a charming hostess. She was of an old Kentucky family, had wealth and beauty to add to her charms and had been wooed and won by her dashing husband long years before, when be was a boy lieutenant doing Kukluz duty in the distant south. She declared Will was a dark eyed edition of just what her Frank was in the early seventies and that Kitty Ormsby was "too like I was 20 yuhsago to' anything." And Mrs, Amory was so loyal ■■■ *-T- f fm, II .11. Bnt the evening after graduation, when they were all seated in the parlor of their New York home and Will was Even as, half alarmed, half annoyed, yet certainly fascinated, Ellis hung at the window she heard the party breaking up down stairs, beard Leale wishing them a cordial good night and closing the door The ailent watcher heard that, too, for at the sound of the slam, without which few frontier made doors were ever known to shut, the dark figure popped back and remained out of sight until Leale's soldierly form had gone striding away down the row. Thon onoe more, slowly, cautiously, it came partially into view, steadily scrutinizing those lower windows. "It seems providential that Will's first station should bring his mother back to the old home. Here and now at least she should be .safe from all shock, especially with your care to guard her, Mrs. Daunton. She said to me only yesterday: 'Helen came to me only a little over a year ago, but I think I have needed her for years. She is dear tome, almost as my own daughter.' " When Children Sleep. If the children get up in the morning listless and pale and cross, look alter the ventilation of their sleeping rooms. If possible, never put a delicate and a robust child to sleep in the same bed. The stronger child is bound by laws of nature to sap the vitality of the weaker, leach your children to sleep oil moderately hard beds and with small or no pillows at all. Make the covering light as possible. A sheet, blanket and thick, downy comfort ought to be enough, if the comtort is properly made either of down or of flne, loose cotton, loosely tacked. Heavy bed clothing is a positive ill.—St. Louis Republic. "Hush!" be whispered, for inherexeltement her voice was rising, and he, listening nervously for a toot lull tUu ho knew and loved and thrilled at tb« sound of, heard Ellis pass rapidly  the narrow hall above, as though in an ewer to her mother's call, "liush!" hC repeated. "I must think of this. Tell me, has Miss Farrar at any time, in anyway, seen that you have known me before?" "God ble89 her for those words," said Helen, deeply moved. "I came to her as a dependent, but she has taught me a new definition of motherhood." "Death!" cried Helen. "Roy•D Farrar is not—dead?" "Helen, how strangely yon speak. He has been dead a year, though only recently did they give me all the cruel facfh. Major Wayne learned them from the consul in Mexico." "Motherhood has its sorrowful meaning for Mrs. Farrar," said Leale gravely, his handsome dark eyes fixed upon her face. "Has she never spoken to you about Royle, her eldest son?" Ellis was a soldier's daughter and no ooward. She was conscious of an impulse to throw open the window and challenge the skulker, but even then her mother's slow step was heard ascending the stairs and Helen's sweet voice, as the latter cams on to assist her. In uncontrollable agitation Helen Daunton had turned away. "Royle Farrar dead!" she gasped. "Then I—oh, God be thanked!" To all the world he v« an outcast, JOt the mother's heart had never yet teen able to quench the flame of love that, horning like a beacon in her pure ftnd prayerful heart, seemed ever becoming to him to return. Yes, Terry Roto had never forgotten "Mastbor Boyle," and he alone could come and talk with her of the son when all the teat of w»M would only too gladly kaiivre him dead and forgotten. Thrioe had Will, bustling into the kaihnv, as waa his custom, without knock or dag, came suddenly upon his M0th«r Ja conference with his old Instantly the Indian interposed. "Don't kickt" he said. "Hold your hoof therel" shouted Rorke, and Others of tho men joined in their cry of warning. Wondcringly he looked about him on the quickly gathered group, swaying a bit unsteadily even now. A Freshman Yell. "She has, Mr. Ormsby, and I, with all the deep, deep gratitude I feel toward you, 1 have been unable to tell her the truth and explain what I cannot but know has made her suspicious of me, has hurt you in her estimation. Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do?" she cried, wringing her white bands in grief unutterable. "Keep my secret, I implore you, just 24 hours, until this sacred anniversary so fatal to, so dreaded by her, has passed away. Let no shock come to her at Christmas. Then, if need be"— "€he has sometimes mentioned him," said Helen, with great constraint "But she can hardly bear to speak of him, and I know the bittersorrow he brought to every one who loved him, but" she added quickly, as though eager to change the subject, "bow cozy and warm and Christmasy it looks and smells! I shall have another new definition—what Christmas means. We learn many definitions, do we not, as life goes on, and sometimes fate is good to us and lets us learn the happiest last" The new freshmen class of the University of Syracuse had not been on the college campus more than 20 minutes on the first day of their college life when they had decided on a class yell and were giving it. It goes this way: "Indeed you need not, Helen," Ellis heard her say. "I have grown better and stronger with every hour, every hour. Even the sadness has been sweot Even tbe old scenes have brought new comforts. Even the new sorrow has brought relief and peace.'' The tears were blinding Mrs. Farrai, and for a moment she saw nothing of Helen's agitation. The bells of Leale's sloigh came trilling merrily np the road without Hastily she dashed away the pearly drops and, smiling fondly, drew her shrinking friend to her embrace. "Helen, dear, there is a new look in your face," she whispered. stooped to kUa her forehead. lounging at the window, delighted with the life and bustle of the city streets and vaguely longing to get out and air his new "citB," yet not quite daring to go to Kitty's in them, because she deolared she'd Beyer speak to him except in uniform, and Mrs. Farrar was leaning back in her easy chair, fanning herself slowly, with her eyes and thought* She rtepfied Into hrr mother'$ room and Hi. hi. hi! Ki. ki, kit "Why not?" he scowlinply, sullenly, thickly asked. "What harm's there kicking a rattlebox that's almost broken my shin? What's the matter with you fellows, anyhojv?" "It isn't tne box, ye goneril, it's what's inside of it! That 's Colonel Far- I rar's picture! God's praise to him for Kineleen hundred) B. N. Y. An Aggravated Catte. "You have not yet told me of that, nor have you told Ellis." "Why under does Whimperly want a divorce? Hra wife had a great deal of money when he married her." "And she has it yet That's the whole trouble."—Detroit Free Press. , "She shall know, and so shall you, dear friend, tomorrow. Tonight I want kneel; 1 want to be alon«." Then "It is bccause I rejoice in my soul that your heart is at rest. It is because it is Christmas—Christmas, the time of 4 'And you have learned a sad one of OKviatmAaVDD _