Pittston Gazette

              I a. . j.lKv y. C%■ ■ stabllnhed 1850. I TOL. XLIX No. 33. ( Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev P1TTSTON LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 21, 1899. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. ( ®1.00 a Veu ; iu Adnue*. 1 $ 5 | —-THE | 1 PHANTOn RICKSHAW. % S •"■ £ .--by.— £ « $ 2 RUDYARD KIPLING. * « B fcqr were, 1 pointed out to Kitty tnat an engagement riug was the outward and visible sign of her dignity as an engaged girl and that she mast forthwith come to Hamilton's to be measured fcr one Up to that moment. I give you my word, we bad completely forgotten so trivial a matter To Hamilton's we accordingly went on the 15th of April. 1885 Remember that—whatever my doctor may say to the contrary—1 was then in perfect health, enjoying a well balanced mind and an absolutely tranquil spirit Kitty and I entered Hamilton's shop together, and there, regardless of the order cf affairs. 1 measured Kitty for the ring in the presence of the amused assistant The ring was a sapphire with two diamonda We then rode ont down the slope that leads to the Combermere bridge and Peliti's shop. gratitude "Has it gone, child?" 1 gasped Kitty only wept more bitterly notion of confiding it all to Kitty: of begging her to marry me at once, and in her arms defying the ghostly occupant of the rickshaw "After all," 1 argued "the presence of the rickshaw is in itself enough to prove the exist ence of a spectral illusion One may see ghosts of men and women, but surely never of coolie* and carriages The whole thing is absurd Fancy the ghost of a hillman •' My instinct bad not deceived ma It lay in readiness in the mall and in what ■teemed devilish mockery of our ways, with a lighted head lamp The red whiskered man went to the point at once in a manner: that showed be had been thinking ov* it all dinner time "1 say. Pansay; what the deuce was the matter with yon this evening on the Elysium road J" The suddenness of the question wrenehed an answer from me before I was aware. pected some permanent alteration—visi ble evidence of the disease that was eat ing me away. I found nothing. should await ttie end quietly at Simla, and I am sure that the end is not far off. Believe me that I dread its advent more than any word can say, and I torture myself nightly with a thousand speculations as to the manner of my death. "Has what gone. Jack, dear? What does it all mean ? There must be a mistake somewhere. Jack—a hideous mistake!" Her last words brought me to my feet—mad—raving for the time being.CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. * On the 15th of May 1 left Heatherlegh's house at 11 o'clock in the morning, and the instinct of the bachelor drove me to the club. There I found that every man knew my story as told by Heatherlegh. and was, in clumsy fashion, abnormally kind and attentive. Nevertheless I recognized that for the rest of my natural life I should be among but not of my fellows, and I envied very bitterly indeed the laughing coolies on the mall below I lunched at the club and at 4 o'clock wandered aim- Topic For th« Week Beglnnlm? April 23—Commeit by Rev. S. H. Doyle. Topic.—How Christ makes use of common lives. The man with the pitcher.—Mark xiv, 12-18. "Yes. there is a mistake somewhere,' I repeated, "a hideous mistake. Come *nd look at it" Shall 1 die in my bed decently and as an English gentleman shoald die. or in one last walk on the mall will my soul be wrenched from me to take its place forever and ever by the eide of that ghastly phantasm t Shall 1 return to my old lost allegiance in the next world or shall 1 meet Agnes loathing her and bound to her side through all eternity? Shall we two hover over the scene cf our lives till the end of timet As the day of my death draws nearer the in tense horror that all living flesh feels toward escaped spirits from beyond the grave grows more and more powerful It is an awful thing tQ go down quick among the dead with scarcely one-half of your life completed. It is a thousand times more awful to wait as I do in your midst for I know not what un imaginable terror. Pity me at least on the score of my "delusion." for I know you will never believe what 1 have written hera Yet as surely as ever a man was done to death by the powers of darkness 1 am that man. The topical reference tells the story of Christ's arrangement for His last Passover. He sent Peter and John into Jerusalem, telling theia they should meet a man, bearing a pitcher, whom they should follow, and request of his master a room in which Christ should celebrate the feast. The master of the house to which they were thus directed was probably John Mark. Next morning I sent a penitent note to Kitty, imploring her to overlook my strange conduct of the previous after noon My divinity was still very wroth and a personal apology was necessary 1 explained with a fluency born of night loug poudering over a falsehood that 1 had lDeen attacked with a sudden palpitation of the heart, the result of indigestion This eunupntly practical sulntion had its effect, and Kitty and 1 rode ont that afternoon with the shadow of my first lie dividing ns I have an indistinct idea that I dragged Kitty by the wrist along the road up to where it stood and implored her for pity's sake to speak to it—to tell it that we were betrothed; that neither death nor hell could break the tie be tween ua, and Kitty only knows how much more to the same effect Now and again I appealed passionately to the terror in the rickshaw to bear witness to all I had said and to release me from a torture that was killing me. As 1 talked I suppose I must have told Kitty of my oM relations with Mrs. Weasing ton, for I saw her listen intently with white face and blazing eyes. "Thank you, Mr Pansay," she said "That's quite enough. Syce ghora lao.' "That1" said I. pointing to it. "That may be either D. T. or eyes for aught 1 know Now you don't liquor I saw as much at dinner So it can't be D T There's nothing whatever where you're pointing, though you're sweating and trembling with fright like a scared pony Therefore 1 conclude that it's eyes And 1 ought to understand all about them Come along home with ma I'm on the BlesBington lower road.'' lessly down the mall in the vague hope of meeting Kitty Close to the band stand the black and white liveries joined me. and 1 heard Mrs. Wessington's old appeal at my side. I had been expecting this ever since 1 came out and was only surprised at her delay. The phantom rickshaw and I went side by side along the Chota Simla road in silence Close to the bazaar Kitty and a man on horseback overtook and passed ns. For any sign she gave 1 might have been a dog in the road. She did not even pay me the compliment of quickening her pace, though the rainy after noon bad served for an excusa ill omened attachment 1 was conscions that Agnes' passion was a stronger, a more dominant and—if I may nse the expression — a purer sentiment than mine. Whether she recognized the fact then, 1 do not know Afterward it was bitterly plain to both of us. Arrived at Bombay in the spring of the year, we went onr respective ways, to meet no more for the next three or four montha. when my leave and her love took ns both to Simla There spent the season togrther, and there my fire of straw burned itself out to a pitiful end with the closing year 1 attempted no excuse. I make no apology Mrs. Wessington had given up much for my sake and was prepared to give up alL From my own lips, in August. 1882. she learned that I was sick of her presence, tired of her company and weary of the sound of her voice. Ninety-nine women out of a hundred would have wearied of me as I wearied of them; 75 of that number would have promptly avenged themselves by active and obtrusive flirtation with other men. Mrs. Wessington was the hundredth. On her neither my openly expreesed aversion nor the cutting brutalities with which 1 garnished onr interviews had the least effect "Jack, darling," was her one eternal cuckoo cry. "I'm sure it's all a mistake. a hideous mistake, and we'll be good friends again some day. Please forgive me. Jack, dear I" I was the offender, and I knew it That knowledge transformed my pity into passive endurance, and, eventually, into blind hate—the same instinct I suppose, which prompts a man to savagely stamp on the spider be has but half killed. And with this hate in my bosom the season of 1883 came to an end. Mnj no ITT dreams dtetnfb my rest Nor power* of darkness me molentl —Evening Hymn. One of the few advantages that India has over England is a great Allowability. After five years' service a man is directly or indirectly acquainted with 200 or 800 civilians in his province, all the messes of 10 or 12 regiments and batteries and some 1.500 other people of the nonoflicial caste. In ten years his knowledge Bhoold be doubled, and at the end of 20 he '-jir.wa, pr knows something about, every Englishman in the empire and may travel anywhere and everywhere without paying hotel bills. Globe trotters who expect entertainment as "a rignt nave, even wnnin my memory, blunted this open heartedness. bat none the less today, if you belong to the inner circle and are neither a The bearing of the pitcher in the incident was not without its meaning. It was a solemn religious act preparatory to the Passover. The act itself, however, would not be considered a very exalted one. It was performed by a humble person, a slave It was an insignificant act in itself, and yet Christ used it for the help of His disciples, to manifest His own power and glory, and perhaps to teach His disciples a very important spiritual truth. It was the faithful performance of a humble duty of life, and yet Christ made very important uses of it. While my waler was cautiously feeling his way over the loose shale and Kitty was laughing and chattering at my side: while all Simla—that is to say. as much of it as had then come from the plains—was grouped round the reading room and Peliti's veranda. 1 was aware that some one. apparently at a vast distance, was calling me by my Christian name It struck me that I had heard the voice before, but when and where 1 could not at once determine. In the short space it took to cover the road between the path from Hamilton's shop and ths first plank of the Combermere bridge I had thought over half a dozen people who might have committed such a solecism and had eventually decided that it must have -been some singing in my ears. Immediately opposite Peliti'B shop my eye was arrested by the sight of four jharnpanies in "magpie* livery, pulling a yellow paneled, cheap, bazaar rick* shaw In a moment my mind flew back to the previous season and Mrs. Wessington with a sen.se of irritation and disgust Was it not enough that tho woman was dead and done with without her bluck and white servitors reappearing to spoil the day's happiness? Whoever employed them now I thought I would call upon and ask as a personal favor to change her jbampanies' livery 1 would hire the men myself and if necessary buy their coats from off their backs. It is impossible to say here what a flood of undesirable memories their presence evoked. Nothing would please her save a can ter round Jnkko With my nerves still unstruug from the previous uight I feebly protested against the notion suggesting Observatory hill. the Boileangunge road- anything rather than the .lakko road Kitty was angry and a little hurt Sol yielded from fear of provoking further misunderstanding and we set out together toward Chota tiimla We walked a greater part of the way and according to our custom, can tered from a mile or so below the con vent to the stretch of level r»«d by the Saujowlie reservoir The wretched horses ap;Deared to fly and my heart beat quicker and quicker as we neared the crest of the ascent My mind had beeb full of Mrs Wessiugton all the afternoon and every inch of the Jakko road bore witness to onr old time walks and talks The bowlders were full of it. the pices sang it aloud overhead, the rain fed torrents giggled and chuckled unseen oyer the shameful •tory and the wind in my ears chanted the iniquity aloud To my intense delight the rickshaw, instead of waiting for us. kept about 20 yards ahead—and this, too, whether we walked. Urotted or cantered. In the course of that long night ride I had told my companion almost as much as I have told yon here The syces, impaseive as orientals al ways are. had come up with the recap tured horses, and as Kitty sprang'into her saddle I caught hold of the bridle, entreating her to hear me out and* forgive. My answer was the cut of her riding whip acroes my face from mouth to eye and a word or two of farewell that even low I cannot write down. So I judged, and judged rightly, that Kitty knew all. and I staggered back to the side of the rickshaw. My face was cnt and bleeding, and the blow of the riding whip had raised a livid blue wheal on it I had no self respect Just then Heatherlegh. who must have been following Kitty and me at a distance, can tered np. "Well, you've spoiled one of the best tales I've ever laid tongue to," said he, "but I'll forgive- you for the sake of what you've gone through Now, come home and do what I tell yon, and when I've cured you. young man, let this be a lesson to you to #teer clear of women and indigestible food till the day of your death." • So Kitty and her companion and 1 and my ghostly light o' love crept round Jakko in couples. The road was streaming with water, the pines dripped like roof pipes on the rocks below and the air was full of fine, driving rain. Two or three times I found myself saying to myself almost aloud "I'm Jack Pansay on leave at Simla— at Simla—everyday, ordinary Simla! I mustn't forget that—I mustn't forget that." Then I would try to recollect some of the gossip I had heard at the club, the prices of So-and-so's horses— anything, in fact, that related to the workaday Anglo-Indian world I knew so welL I even repeated the multiplication table rapidly to myself, to make quite sure that I was not taking leave of my senses. It gave me much comfort, and must have prevented my hearing Mrs. Wessington for a tima In justice, too. pity her. For as surely as ever woman was killed by man I killed Mrs. Wessington. And the last portion of my punishment is even now upon ma 1. Christ used this bumble act of a common life to manifest His own power and glory. That Christ shonld have been able to describe the 40an whom they should see most have added to His glory and power. The fact that He would know beforehand that they wonld meet such a man mnst have testified to them of His divine character. Christ may often use common lives to attest Hi« divinity and to manifest His glory. The faithfulness and fidelity of those in lowly and bumble positions in life must often convince men that there is a divine power in their religion. 2. Christ used this humble act of a common life to direct His apostles in the discharge of a more important duty. Fidelity to Christ in little things may often be used by Him 4ot the benefit of others. The faithful discharge of unpleasant and undesirable di bear nor a black sheep, all houses are open to you. and our small world is very, very kind and helpfuL Grandmother's Cold Crtta Jar. A writer in the Gercnantown Telegraph declares that onr grandmothers The rickshaw kept eteady in front and my red whiskered friend seemed to derive great pleasure from my account of its exact whereabouts. excelled us in dainty trifles. One of the prettiest ornaments on tfae dresser was an egg. At first eight it looked exactly like an egg from the pantry, for the shell was unpainted; only aa one looked at it, she saw that one end was broken. This eggshell was need as a cold cream jar. When making cold cream, onr grandmoth6rs would pour it into an empty shell which had been carefully prepared After the egg was taken out the shell was washed and sweetened with perfumery, with a few drops left in the bottom. The cold cream was poured in and left to harden. The result was an eggshell full of lovely white cosmetic.Rickett of Kamartha staid with Polder of Knmaon some 15 years ago He meant to stay two nights, but was knocked down by rheumatic fever, and for eix weeks disorganized Polder's establishment. stopped Polder's work and nearly died in Polder's bedroom Polder behaves as though he had been placed under eternal obligation by Rickett and yearly sends the little Ricketts a box of presents and toys. It is the same everywhere. The men who do not take the trouble to conceal from yon their opinion that you are an incompetent am and the women who blacken yonr character and misunderstand yonr wife's amusements will work themselves to the bone in your behalf if yon fall sick or into serious tronble "Eyes. Pansay—all eyes, brain and stomach And the greatest of these three is stomach You've too much conceited brain, too little stomach and thoroughly unhealthy eyes. Get your stomach straight and the rest followa And all that's French for a liver pill I'll take sole medical charge of yon from this hour, for you're too interesting a phenomenon to be passed over." "Doctor," I said, pointing to my faca "here's Miss Mannering's signature to my order of dismissal and— I'll thank you for that lac as soon as convenient" As a fitting climax in the middle of tbs If Tel upc call the Uadiw mile the horror wan awaiting ine No oth«r rick thaw wan in sight only the fotu black and white ihampanieH the yellow pan eled carriage and the golden bead of the woman within, all apparently just ax 1 had left them eight months and one fortnight ago! For an inatant I fancied that Kitty mnst see what I saw—we were so marvelously sympathetic in all things Ber next words undeceived me. "Not a soul in sight) Come along. Jack, and I'll race you to the reservoir buildings!" Her wiry little Arab was off like a bird, my waler following close behind, and in this order we dashed under the cliffs- Half a minute brought us within 60 yards of the rickshaw I pulled my waler and fell back a little The rickshaw was directly in the middle of the road, and once more the Arab passed through it. my horse following. "Jack. Jack, dear I Please forgive me I' rang with a wail in my ears and. after an interval. "It's all a mistake, a hideous mistake!" Heatherlegh's face, even in my abject misery, moved me to laughter "I'll stake my professional reputation— he began. Once more I wearily climbed the convent slope and entered the level road. Here Kitty and the man started off at a canter, and I was left alone with Mrs. Wesaington. "Agnes." said I, "will yon put back your hood and tell me what it all means?" The hood dropped noiselessly, and I was face to face with my dead and buried mistress. She was wearing the dresa in which I had last seen, her alive; carried the same tiny handkerchief in her right hand and the same cardcase in ber left. A woman eight months dead with a cardcase I I had to pin myself down to the multiplication table and to set both bands on the stone parapet of the road to assure myself that that at least was real. By this time we were deep in the shadow of the Blessington lower road, and the rickshaw came to a dead stop nnder a pine clad, overhanging shale cliff Instinctively I halted, too, giving my reason. Heatherlegh rapped ont an oath. often be the means, in the --ues may hands of God, ty in  them into larger - S *his humble "Don't be a fool," I whispered. "I've lost my life's happiness, and you'd better take me homa " of inspiring others to fideli tian duty, or of leading ' fields of usefulness. • Jh As I spoke the rickshaw was gone Then I lost all knowledge of what was passing The crest of Jakko seemed to heave and roll like the crest of a clond and fall in upon ma Lot* of Perfumes. 8. Christ may have usee.  act of a common life to teach an important religions trnth—namely, that cleanliness mnst go before Christ. The water typified cleansing, and was to be nsed as symbolical of purification. It therefore may teach ns this lesson— cleanliness mnst precede Christ. The house, the heart, the life into which He enters and abides mnst be clean and pure. "Kitty." I cried, "there are poor Mra Wessington's jhampanies turned op again! I wonder who has them new?' Perfumes, though still extensively used, are by no means so popular as in ancient times. The orientals, especially, made the freest use of them. Booms were fumigated with vapors of burning resins, the body was anointed with aromatic qualities mixed with some plant, and scents were worn about the, person in gold and silver boxes. Beds, other articles of furniture and garments were perfumed with myrrh, aloesjind cinnamon. When entertainments were given, a servant anointed the head of each guest as he seated himself and sprinkled his person with rosewater The Talmud directs the apportioning of a tenth part of the bride's dowry for purchase of perfumes. Heatberlegh. the doctor, kept in addition to hia regular practice a hospital on hiB private account—an arrangement of loose boxes for incurables, his friend called it—bat it was really a sort of fitting np shed for craft that had been damaged by stress of weather The weather in India is often sultry, and aince the tale of bricks is always a fixed quantity and the only liberty allowed Is permission to work overtime and get do thanks men occasionally break down and become as mixed as the metaphors in this sentence. "Now. if yon think I'm going to spend a cold night on the hillside for the sake of a stomacb-cum-brain-cumeye illusion— Lord, ba mercy I What'» that?" Next year we met again at Simla— she with ber monotonous face and timid attempts at reconciliation .and 1 with loathing of her in every fiber of my frame Several times 1 could not avoid meeting her alone, and on each occasion her words were identically the same—still the unreasoning wail that it was all a "mistake" and still the hope of eventually "making friends." 1 might have seen, had 1 cared to look, that that hope only was keeping ber alive. She grew more wan and thin month by month. Yon will agree with me at least that snch conduct would have driven any one to despair. It was uncalled for. childish, unwomanly. 1 maintain that she was much to blame And again, sometimes in the black, fever stricken night watches, I have begun to think that 1 might have been a little kinder to her But that really is a "delusion. " I could not have continued pretending to love her when 1 didn't, could IT It would have been unfair to ns both. Last year we met again—on the same terms as before the same weary appeals and the same curt answers from my lips At least I would make her see how wholly wrong and hopeless were ber attempts at resuming the old relationship. As the season wore on we fell aplrt—that is to say, she found it difficult to meet me, for I had other and more absorbing interests to attend to. When 1 think it over quietly in my sickroom, the season of 1884 seems a confused nightmare wherein light and shade were fantastically intermingled— my conrtship of little Kitty Mannering. my hopes, doubts and fears; onr long rides together; my trembling avowal of attachment; her reply, and now and again a vision of a white face flitting by in the rickshaw with the black and white liveries I once watched for so earnestly; the wave of Mrs. Wellington's gloved band, and when she met me alone, which was but seldom, the irksome- monotony of her appeal. I loved Kitty Mannering — honestly, heartily loved her—and with my love for her grew my hatred for Agnee In August Kitty and I were engaged. The next day 1 met those accursed "magpie" jhampanies at the back of Jakko and, moved by some passing sentiment of pity, stopped to tell Mrs Wessington everything. She knew it already "So I hear yon're engaged. Jack, dear." Then, without a moment's pause "I'm sure it's all a mistake—a hideous mistake We shall be as good friends some day. Jack, as we ever were " Kitty bad known Mrs Wessington slightly last season and had always been interested in the sickly woman. Seven days later (on the 7th of May that is to say) I was aware that I was lying in Heatherlegh's room as weak as a little child. Heatherlegh was watch ing me intently from behind the papers on his writing table His first words were not encouraging, but I was too far spent to be much moved by them. "What? Where?" she asked- "I can't see them anywhere " There was a muffled report, a blinding smother of dust just in front of us, a crack, the noise of rent boughs, and about ten yards of the cliffside—pines, undergrowth and all—slid down into the road below, completely blocking it up. The uprooted trees swayed and tottered for a moment like drunken giants in the gloom and then fell prone among their fellows with a thunderous crash. Our two horses stood motionless and sweating with fear. As soon as the rattle of falling earth and stone had subsided my companion muttered: "Man. if we'd gone forward we shonld have been ten feet deep in our graves by now 'There are more things in heaven and earth. • • • (Dome home, Pansay. and thank God I want a peg badly.' Even as she spoke ber horse, swerving from a laden mule threw himself directly in front of the advancing rickshaw. I had scarcely time to utter a word of warning when, to my unutterable horror, horse and rider passed thrcngh men and carriage as if they had been thin air The uses that Christ made of this humble incident should encourage us to discharge faithfully every duty of life in whatever station in life God has placed ur. No life is common if it is consecrated to God. "Here's Miss Kitty has sent back your letters. Yon corresponded a good deal, you young people. Here's a packet that looks like a ring and a cheerful sort of a note from Mannering papa, which I've taken the liberty of reading and burning The old gentleman's not pleased with you." "Agnes," I repeated, "for pity's sake, tell me what it all means." Mrs. Wessington leaned forward, with that odd, quick turn of the head I used to know so well, and spoke. Heatherlegh is the dearest doctor that ever was. and bis invariable prescription to ail bis patients is. "Lie low, go slow and keep cooL " He says that more men are killed by overwork than the importance of this world justifies. He maintains that overwork slew Pansay. who died under his hands abont three years ago He has. of coarse, the right to speak authoritatively. and he laughs at my theory that there was a crack in Pansay's head and a little bit of the dark world came through and pressed him to death. "Pansay went off the handle," says Heatherlegh. "after the stimulus of long leave at home. He may or he may not have behaved like a blackguard to Mra Keith- W easing ton. My notion is that the work of the Katabundi settlement ran him off his legs, and that be took to brooding and making much of an ordinary P. and O flirtation He certainly was engaged to Miss Mannering. and she certainly broke off the engagement. Then he took a feverish chill, and all that nonsense about ghosts developed. Overwork started his illness, kept it alight and killed him, poor devil I Write him off to the system— one man to take the work of two and a half men.' "What's the matter ?" cried Kitty. "What made you call out so foolishly. Jack? If I am engaged. I don't want all creation to know about it There was lots of space between the male and the veranda, and if yon think 1 can't ride— There I" Bible Readings.—Ex. iv, 1-5; Math, v, 16; x. 42; xxvi, 7-18; Luke xvi, 10; xix, 12-26; xxi, 1-4; John vi, 1-14; I Cor. x, 81; GaL vi, 9; CoL iii, 17; Rev. ii, 10. I spurred my horse like a man possessed. When 1 turned my bead at the rsservoir works, the black and white liveries w*re still waiting—patiently waiting—under the gray hillside, and the wind brought me a mocking echo of the words I had just heard. Kitty bantered me a good deal on my silence throughout the remainder of the ride. 1 had been talking up till then wildly and at random To save my life I could not speak afterward naturally and from Sanjowlie to the church wisely held my tongue If my story had not already so madly overleaped the bounds of all human belief, I should apologize to you now. As I know that no one—no, not even Kitty, for whom it is written as some sort of justification of my conduct—will believe me. I will go on. Mra Wesaington spoke, and I walked with her from the Sanjowlie road to the turning below the commander in chief's house its I might walk by the side of any living woman's rickshaw, deep in conversation. The second and most tormenting of my moods of sickness had suddenly laid bold upon me, and, like the prince in Tennyson's poem, "1 seemed to move amid a world of ghosts." There had been a garden party at the commander in chief's, and we twtD joined tlie crowd of homeward bound folk. As I saw them then it seemed that they were the shadows—impalpable fantastic shadows —that divided for Mra Wessington's rickshaw to pass through. What we said during the course of that weird interview I cannot—indeed I dare not —tell. Heatherlegh's comment would have been a short laugh and a remark that I had been "mashing a brain, eye and stomach chimera. " It was a ghastly and yet in some indefinable way a marvelously dear experience Gould it be possible 1 wondered, that I was in this life to woo a second time the woman I had killed by my own neglect and cruelty ? BEE BUZZES. "And Kitty?" I asked dully. "Rather more drawn than her father from what she saya By the same token you must have been letting oat any number of queer reminiscences just be fore I met you Says that a man who would have behaved to a woman as you did to Mra Wesaington ought to kill himself out of sheer pity for his kind. She's a hot headed little virago, your mash Will have it, too. that you were suffering from D. T when that row on the Jakko road turned up Says she'll die before she ever speaks to you again.' The eggs of worker bees will often hatch. It is best to have honey well refined before storing it away. The Difficulty Of DolBB Good. Whatever you attempt in the way of good is sure to entail upon you remarks and criticisms, and many times ridicule, and sometimes opprobrium. You will benear to doubting that you are not merely making a fool of yourself, bringing upon your head no end of erroneous conceptions from others, but this is "the checkered pathway that leads up to light" Whereupon willful Kitty set off. her dainty little head in the air, at a band gallop in the direction of the band stand, fully expecting, as she herself afterward told me. that 1 should follow ber What was the matter? Nothing, indeed; either that I was mad or drunk or that Simla was haunted with devils. I reined iu my impatient cob and turned round Tbe rickshaw had turned, too. and now stood immediately facing me. near the left railing of the Combermere bridge A young queen that has defective wings should be destroyed. We retraced our way over the church ridge, and I arrived at Dr. Heatherlegh's house shortly "after midnight Fruit bloom serves to build the bees up strong, but does not give much surplus. Frames of empty combs can best be taken care of by keeping them In ordinary hives. ' His attempts toward my cure commenced almost immediately, and for a week 1 never left bis sight Many a time in the course of that week did I bless the good fortune which had thrown me in contact with Simla's best and kindest doctor Day by day my spirits grew lighter and more equable Day by day, too. I became more and more inclined to fall in with Heatherlegh's "spectral illusion" theory, implicating eyes* brain and stomach I wrote to Kitty, telling her that a slight sprain caused by a fall from my horse kept me indoors for a few days, and tlut 1 should be recovered before she had time to regret my absence Allow no stock of any kind to run In the apiary daring the winter unless it be poultry. | was to di? e with the Mannerings that night and bad barely time to canter borne to dress. On the road to Elysium hill I overheard two men talking together in the dusk. "It's a cnrions thing.' said one. "how completely all trace of it disappeared. Yon knew my wife was insanely fond of the woman— never conld see anything in her myself —and wanted me to pick np her old rickshaw and coolies if they were to be got for love or money Morbid sort of fancy I call it bnt I've got to do what the metQsahib tells me. Wonld yon believe that the man she hired it from tells men that all foar of the men —they were brothers—died of cholera on the way to Hard war. poor devils, and the rickshaw has been broken np by the man himself! Told me he never used a dead memsahib's rickshaw Spoiled bis Inck Queer notion, wasn't itT Fancy poor little Mrs Weasington spoiling any one's lnck except her own I" I langhed aloud at this point, and my langb jarred on me as I ottered it So there were ghosts of rickshaws after all. and ghostly employments in the other world! How mnch did Mrs Weasington give her men t What were their hours? Where did they got You may never see the springing Tip or the fruitage of yonr seed scattering, bat as sure as God sends the sunshine of spring to warm and cheer into salient budding life the tiny germ yet lingering in the brown seeds that restless winds of winter have blown here and there, so will come the sunshine of His promise and providence, and your seeds will spring up into a life of beauty and immortality.—Catholic Universe. I groaned and turned over on the other side. Pure granulated sugar is in every respect as good as the best quality of honey for feeding bees. "Now you've got your choice my friend. This engagement has to be broken off. and the Mannerings don't want to be too hard on you Was it broken throngh D T. or epileptic fits? Sorry I can't offer you a better ex change unless yon'd prefer hereditary insanity Say the word, and I'll tell em it's fita All Simla knows about that scene on the Ladies mile Come' I'll give you five minutes to think over it" "Jackl Jack, darling!' There was no mistake about the words this time They rang through my brain as if they bad been shouted in my ear "It's some hideous mistake. I'm sure. Please forgive me. Jack, and let's be friends again." When a colony dies from any cause, cleanse the hive thoroughly and rinse with boiling water. There is nothing more valuable In the apiary than empty combs. They should be well cared for. Never move a comb hastily or hold a new comb horizontally, as it will probably break and fall. The rickshaw bood had fallen back, and inside, as 1 hope and pray daily for the death 1 dread by night, sat Mrs Keith-Wessington. handkerchief in band and golden bead bowed on her breast Make a nice entrance to each hive by spreading sawdust in front up to the level of the bottom boards. The Reed of the Republic. Heatherlegh's treatment was simple to a degree It consisted of liver pills, cold water baths and strong exercise taken in the dusk or at early dawn, for, ■s he sagely observed. "A man with a sprained ankle doesn't walk a dosen miles a day. and your young woman might be wondering if she saw you." The essential failure of our Democracy hitherto and its supreme danger for the coming of time are that opportunity is so far closed to the best wisdom and strength; that its representative places are so largely filled by the cunning and passion which but ape these great qualities; that politicians wield the weapons and sway the forces of statesmen. The prime need of therepublic is a revolution which shall open the way of fitness to all leadership and close the way to unfitness, which shall link opportunity inseparably to wisdom and strength.—Charlton T. Lewis. I do not believe this. I used to sit up with Pansay sometimes when Heatherlegb was called out to patients, and 1 happened to be within claim The man would make me most unhappy by describing in a low. even voice the procession that was always passing at tbe bottom of his bed. Be bad a sick man's command of language. When be recovered. I suggested that he should write out the whole affair from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist him to ease his mind. When little boys have learned a new bad word, they are never happy till they havo chalked it up on a door. And this also is literature.Mice often destroy colonies of bees, besides eating large quantities of honey, if once they get into a hive. Dnring those five minntes I believe that 1 explored thoroughly the lowest circles of the inferno which it is per mitted man to tread on earth And at the same time 1 myself was watching myself faltering through the dark laby rinths of doubt misery and utter de spair 1 wondered, as Heatherlegh in his chair might have wondered, which dreadful alternative 1 should adopt Presently I heard myself answering in a voice that I hardly recognized How long I stared motionless I do not know Finally I was aronsed by my syce taking the water's bridle and ask ing whether 1 was ill Prom the borri ble to the commonplace is bnt a step I tnmbled off my borse and dashed, half fainting, into Peliti's for a glass of cherry brandy There two or three conpies were gathered round the coffee tables discussing the gossip of the day Their trivialities were more comforting to me just then than the consolation* of religion could have been I plnnged into the midst of the conversation at once, chatted, laughed and jested with a face (when I caught a glimpse of it in a mirror) as white and drawn as that of a corpse Three or four men na ticed my condition and. evidently set ting it down to the results of overmany pegs, charitably endeavored to draw me apart from the rest of the loungers But I refused to be led away I wanted the company of my kind—as a child rushes into the midst of the dinner party after a fright in the dark. I must have talked for about ten minutes or so. though it seemed an eternity to me. when I heard Kitty s clear voice out side inquiring for me In another minnte she had entered the shop, prepared to roundly npbraid me for failing so signally in my duties. Something in my face stopped her One of the chief merits of flat bottomed comb foundation for surplus is the fact that it usually contains less wax than the natural base built by the bees. The greatest objection is that bees will gnaw It more than thick foundation.—St. LouU Republic. At the end of the week, after much examination of pupil and pulse and strict injunctions as to diet and pedeatrianism, Heatherlegh dismissed me aa brusquely as he had taken charge of me Here is his parting benediction "Man. I certify to your mental cure, and that's as much as to say I've cured most of your bedily ailments. Now, get your traps oat of this as soon as you can and be off to make love to Miss Kitty." I met Kitty on the homeward road— a shadow among shadows. If I were to describe all the incidents of the next fortnight in their order, my story would never come to an end and your patience would be exhausted. Morning after morning and evening after evening the ghostly rickshaw and I used to wander through Simla together Wherever I went there the four black and white liveries followed me and bore me company to and from my hotel. At the theater I found them amid the crowd of yelling jhampanies; outside the club veranda after a long evening of whist; at the birthday ball waiting patiently for my appearance, and in broad daylight when I went call ing. Save that it cast no shadow, the ricskhaw was in every respect as real to look upon as one of wood and iron More than once indeed I have had to check myself from warning some bard riding friend against cantering over it More than once I have walked down the mall deep in conversation with Mrs. Wessington to the unspeakable amazement of the passersby CHOP SUEY. Even King Humbert of Italy cannot resist the current craze for collecting China bric-a-brac.—Albany Argus. "They're confoundedly particular about morality in these parts Give em fits. Heatherlegh. and my love Now let me sleep a bit longer. " The Chinese blue book fw out. No nation ought to be able to issue as blue a blue book as China.—Houston Post. JoIbIbb the Chnrch. And for visible answer to my last question I saw the infernal thing block ing my path in the twilight The dead travel fast and by short cuts unknown to ordinary coolies. I laughed aloud a second time and checked my laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad. Mad to a certain extent I must have been, for I recollect that I reined in my horse at the bead of the rick thaw and politely wished Mrs. Weasing ton "Qood evening. " Her answer was one I knew only too well. I listened to the end and replied that I had beard it all before, but should be delighted if she had anything further to say Some malignant devil stronger than I must have entered into me that evening, for I have a dim recollection of talking the commonplaces of the day for five min utes to the thing in front of me. The profession of is what is commonly called joining the church. The pastor is exceedingly anxious for his hearers thus to join the ohnrch— that is, to cast iu their lot with the people of Qod so that they may inherit and enjoy the fulfillment of the promises of grace in full salvation. In the aot of joining the oburch there is secured the full possession of the field with the hid treasure which cannot be had otherwise. It is to be in the ark of safety, outriding the flood of sin and danger.—Reformed Churoh Messenger. He was in a high fever while he was writing, and the blood and thunder magazine diction he adopted did not calm him. Two months afterward he was reported fit for duty, btt$ in spite of the fact that he was urgently needed to help an undermanned commission ■tagger through a deficit he preferred to die. vowing at the last that he was hag ridden. 1 got his manuscript before be died, and this is his version of the affair, dated 1885 Then my two selves joined, and it was only I (half crazed, devil driven I) that tossed in my bed. tracing step by step the history of the past month The "open door" in China, If these international complications continue to pile up, will have to be changed to a "storm door."—New York Press. I was endeavoring to express my thanks for his kindness. He cut me short. "But 1 am in Simla. I kept repeat ing to myself "1. Jack Pansay. am in Simla, and there are no ghosts here It's unreasonable of that woman to pre tend there are Why couldn't Agneshave left me alone T I never did her any harm It might just as well have been me as Agnes Only I'd never have come back on purpose to kill her Why can't ( be left alone—left alone and happy V "Don't think I did this because I like you. I gather that you've behaved like a blackguard all through But all the same, you're a phenomenon and as queer a phenomenon aa you are a blackguard. No,' checking me a second time, "not a rupee, please Go out and see if you can find the eyes, brain and atomach business again. I'll give you a lac for each time you see it" China is determined to resist Italy's demands. China threatens to becomq as confirmed and chronic a resistor as Turkey.—New York Telegram. My answer might have made even a man wincei It cut the dying woman before me like the blow of a whip. "Please forgive me. Jack. I didn't mean to make yon angry But it's true, it's true I" And Mrs. Weseingtou broke down completely I turned away and left her to finish her journey in peace, feeling, bnt only for a moment or two. that I bad been an unutterably mean hound I looked back and saw that she had turned her rickshaw with the idea. I suppose, of overtaking me. The scene and its surroundings were photographed on my memory The rain swept sky (we were at the end of the wet weatber). the sodden, dingy pines, the muddy road and the black powder riven cliffs formed a gloomy background against which the black and white liveries of the jbampanies, the yellow paneled rickshaw and Mrs. Wessington's down bowed golden head stood out clearly She was holding her handkerchief in her left hand and was leaning back exhausted against the rickshaw cushions. I turned my borse up a bypath near the Sanjowlie reservoir and literally ran away Once I fancied I beard a faint call of "Jack!" This may have been imagination. I never stopped to verify it Ten minutes later I came across Kitty on horseback, and in the delight of a long ride with her forgot all about the interview. A week later Mrs. Wessington died, and the inexpressible burden of her existence was removed from my life. 1 went to Plainsward perfectly happy Before three months were over I bad forgotten all about her. except that at times the discovery of some of her old letters reminded me unpleasantly of our bygone relationship. By January 1 had disinterred what was left of our correspondence from among my scattered belongings and had burned it At the beginning of April of this year. 1885. 1 was at Simla—semideeerted 8imla— once more and was deep in lover's talks and walks with Kitty It was decided that we should be ntarried at the end of June Yon will understand, therefore, that, loving Kitty as I did. I am not saying too much when I pronounce myself to have been at that time the happiest man in India. Fourteen delightful days passed almost before I noticed their flight Then. arooMd to the sense at what was proper ■mnmr mortal* circomafem*d aa we China has the choice of saying whether she will be peaceably sliced and quartered or whether she will be put on the raok and torn to pieces.—Indianapolis News. My doctor tells me that 1 need rest and change of air It is not improbable that I shall get both ere long—rest that neither the redcoated messenger nor the midday gun can break, and change of air far beyond that which any homeward bound steamer can give me In the meantime I am resolved to stay where 1 am and. in flat defiance of- my doctor's orders, to take all tbe world into my confidence You shall learn for yourselves the precise nature of my malady and shall, too, judge for yourselves whether any man born of woman op this weary earth was ever so tormented as I The brightest schoolboy cannot be expected to give the correct boundary lines of China from day to day. It puzzles the dowager empress herself.—Philadelphia Record. The Muale From the Books. Half an hour later I was in the Mannerings' drawing room with Kitty drunk with the intoxication of present happiness and the foreknowledge that 1 should never more be troubled with its hideous presence. Strong in the sense of my new fonnd security. I proposed a ride at once and by preference a canter round Jakko. It was high noon when I first awoke and the sun was low in the sky before I elept—slept as the tortured criminal sleeps on his rack, too-worn to feel fur ther pain The finest music in the room is that which streams out to the ear of the spirit in many an exquisite strain from the banging shelf of books on the opposite wall. Every volume there is an in strument which seme melodist of the mind created and set .Vibrating with music, as h dower shakes out its perfume or a star shakes out its li?ht Only listen and they soothe all care, as though the silken soft leaves of poppiv-3 had been made vocal and poured it.to It's natural that Italy, "the boet of Europe," should be brought in to begin the kicking down of the Chinese wall for the grand final assault of the powers.— St Louis Republic. Before I had been out and about a week I learned that the "fit" theory hacK been discarded in favor of insanity However, I made no change in my mode of life. I called, rode and dined out as freely as ever I had a passion for the society of my kind which I had never felt befora I hungered to be among the realities of life, and at the same time I felt vaguely unhappy when I had been separated too long from my ghoetly companion It would be almost impossible to describe my varying moods from the 15th of May up to todayNext day I could not leave my bed Heatherlegh told me in the morning that he had received an answer from Mr Mannering, and that thanks to,his (Heatherlegh's) friendly offices, the story of my affliction bad traveled through the length and breadth of Simla, where I was on all sides much pitied. "Why Jack, " she cried, "what have you been doingT What has happened? Are you ill 1' Thus driven into a direct lie, I said that the san had been a little too much for ma It was close upon 6 o clock of a cloudy April afternoon, and the sun had been hidden all day. 1 saw my mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth, attempted to recover it blundered hopelessly and followed Kitty in a regal rage out of doors amid the smiles of my acquaintances. 1 made some excuse (I have forgotten what) on the score of my feeling faint and cantered away to my hotel, leaving Kitty to finish the ride by herself"Mad as a hatter, poor devil, or drunk I Max. try and get him to come homa " China explains that Italy's note was returned without reply, for fear that an answer would give ofiense. Celestial politeness is equal to the most highly civilized article.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Burely that was not Mrs. Weasington's voice I The two men had overheard me speaking to the empty air and bad returned to look after me. They were very kind and considerate, and from their words evidently gathered that I was extremely drank I thanked them ocnfnsedly and cantered away to my hotel, there changed and arrived at the Mannerings1 ten minntes late. 1 pleaded the darkness of the night as an excuse, was rebuked by Kitty for my unloverlike tardiness and eat down. Never had I felt so well, so overladen with vitality and mere animal spirits, as I did on the afternoon of the 30th of ApriL Kitty was delighted at the change in my appearance and .eompli mented me on it in her delightfully frank and outspoken manner We left the Mannerings' house together, laugh ing and talking, and cantered along the Chota Simla road as of old SOME QUERIES • the ear. —Jaui-.s Lane hH. n. ilamond Nat,Q?«*^Y1 \lways Mr of the Globe for rtof catch- f RHEUMATISM,I ... ■ NETOAIfllAand similar OotroJalnts, I )Wn WJtn and prepared under the atrlnp-nt fl ,st itself ■LjERMIII MEDICAL LAWS by eminent phyiiaianst^M when the MS) OR* RICHTER'S ANCHOR "*33 fPAIN EXPELLEMg I "Worid renowned! Bemark*hiTrfticcewCfu i' W .i ■Onlrgennlne wlthTrade Mark " Anchor. ■■ an, **" f|P UTlkttH *■C!•.. 8*5 Pearl St., Sew Vork B i mt. i 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. e LTcTto I ISJWH™** Own Glassworks, fl B UaMMata. m *•» Bf fUUR V Pica, an lum. 6.C.GLICK, M N*rtk MalBMiwt. J.H.HOUK, 4 Kerth Mala 8l. Kk j PITT8TOK, V?|VC l parted. l*®* jfli RICHTWT8  CO tell tfce I ••ANCHOR" STOMACHAL bert for I Cv berry and j 1 CoWjPpr-^&g*—»ch Complaint*-1 Speaking now as a condemned criminal might speak ere the drop bolts are drawn, my story, wild and hideously improbable as it may appear, demand* at least attention. That it will ever receive credence I ntterly disbelieve Two months ago 1 snould Have scon tea as mad or drank the man who had dared tell me the like. Two months ago I was the happiest man in India. Today, from Peshawnr to the sea, there is no one more wretched. My doctor and * are the only two who know thisv His explanation is that my brain, digestion and eyesight are all slightly affected, giving rise to my freqnent and persistent "delusions. Delusion*, indeed I 1 call him a fool, bnt he attends me still with the same unwearied smile, the same bland professional manner, the lame neatly trimmed red whiskers, till I begin to suspect that I am an ungrateful, evil tempered invalid. Bnt yon shall judge for yourselves. "And that's rather more than you deserve,'! he concluded pleasantly, "though the Lord knows you've been going through a pretty severe mill Never mind. We'll cure you yet. you perverse phenomenon." Why aren't baseball grounds fields? Why Isn't the detective's salary spot cash? Why isn't a slot machine a « penny affair? Why isn't a man weighed a years under age? I was in baste to reach the Sanjowlie feeervoir and there make my assurance doubly sure The horses did their best but seemed all too slow to my impatient mind Kitty was astonished at my boisterousnesa "Why. Jack," she cried at last, "you are behaving like, a child! What are you doing t" I declined firmly to be cured. "You have been much too good to me already, eld man," said I. "but 1 don't think 1 need trouble you further. " The presence of the rickshaw filled me by turns with horror, blind fear, a dim sort of pleasure and utter despair I dared not leave Simla, and I knew that my stay there was killing me I knew moreover, that it was my destiny to die slowly and a little every day My only anxiety was to get the penance over as quietly as might be. Alternately I hungered for a sight of Kitty and watched her outrageous flirtations with my successor—to speak more accurately, my successors—with amused interest. She was as much out of my life as I was out of hers By day I wandered with Mrs. Wessington. almost content By night 1 implored heaven to let me return to the world as I used to know it Above all these varying moods lay the sensation of dull, numbing wonder that the seen and the unseen should mingle so strangely on this earth to bound one poor soul to its grave. The conversation had already become general, and under cover of it I was addressing some tender small talk to my sweetheart when I was aware that at the farther end of the table a short, red whiskered man was describing, with much broidery, his encounter with a mad unknown that evening Why isn't a skirt divided against a pair of trousers? In my room I sat down and tried calmly to reason out the matter. Here was I. Theobald Jack Pansay, a well educated Bengal civilian in the year of grace 1885. presumably sane, certainly healthy, driven in terror from my sweetheart's side by the apparition of a woman who had been dead and buried eight months. These were facts that 1 conld not blink. Nothing was further from my thought than any memory of Mrs Wessington when Kitty and 1 left Hamilton's shop Nothing was more utterly commonplace than the stretch of wall opposite Peliti's. It was broad daylight The road was full of people, and yet here, look yon, in defiance of every law of probability, in direct ontrage of nature's ordinance, there had appeared to me a face from the grave In my heart I knew that nothing Heatherlegh could do would lighten the burden that had been laid upon me. Why Isn't it a milk shake milkman forgets to calif Why can't we hear the bed silent watches of the night? With that knowledge came also a sense of hopeless, impotent rebellion against the unreasonableness of it all There were scores of men no better than I whose punishments had at least been reserved for another world, and I felt that it was bitterly, cruelly unfair that I alone should have been singled out for so hideous a fata This mood would in time give place to another where it seemed that the rickshaw and I were the only realities in a world of shadows that Kitty was a ghost; that Manner ing, Heatherlegh and all the other men and women 1 knew were all ghosts, and the great gray hills themselves but vain shadows devised to torture me From mood to mood I tossed backward and forward for seven weary days, my body growing daily stronger and strong pf until the bedroom looking glass told me that 1 had returned to everyday life and was as other men once more Curi ously enough, my face showed no signs of the struggle I had gone through It was pale indeed, but as expressionless and oommonDlace a* ever. 4 had ex- We were just below the convent, and from sheer wantonness I was making |py waler plunge and curvet across the Foad as I tickled it with the loop of my riding whip Why is It that the meanest people have the longest memories? Why Isn't correcting a bat tempt to euro by the laying on Why isn't labor* friend If he finds wi&k for id] do?—Chicago News. A few sentences convinced me that be was repeating the incident of half an hour ago In the middle of the story he looked round for applause, as professional story tellers do. caught my eye and straightway collapsed There was a moment's awkward silence, and the red whiskered man muttered something to the effect that he bad "forgotten the rest. " thereby sacrificing a reputation as a good story teller which he had built up for six seasons past I blessed him from the bottom of my heart and —went on with my fish "Doing?' 1 answered. "Nothing dear That's just it If you'd been do ing nothing for a week except lie up you'd be as riotous as I 'Singing and murmuring In your feaetfui mirth, Joying to feel yourself alive. tord over nature. Ijord of the vufffte earth. Lord of the venues flvel' SEASONABLE HIT The fool and his flannels are booi —Chicago News. Three years ago it was my fortune— my great misfortune—to sail from Gravesend to Bombay, on return from )ong leave, with one Agnes Keith Wessington. wife of an ofiicer on the Pom bay side It does not in the least concern you to know what manner of woman she waa Be content with the knowledge that ere the voyage bad ended, both she and 1 were desperately and nnreasoningly in love with one an other. Heaven knows that I can make the admission now without one particle of vanity In matters of this sort there la always one who gives and another pjukacosptak. Itan the firsk daj ot oar Shut your eyeft, and it's hard difference between an early straD. • cranberry.—Somerville Journal. Mv quotation was hardly out of mr ups Derore we;naa rounaea tne corner above the convent, and a few yards farther on could see across to Sanjowlie In the center of the level road stood the black and white liveries, the yellow paneled rickshaw and Mrs. Keith-Wes sington. I pulled up, looked, rubbed my eyes, and, I believe, must have said something- The next thing I knew was that J was lying face downward on the road, with Kitty kneeling above me in teax* The birds no longer attract any attention as the harbingers of spring. They have been superseded by the baseball players.—Topeka Journal. ACTIVE SOLICITORS WANTED F.VERY«■ where for "The Story of the Philippines," by Marat Halstead, commissioned by the Government as Official Historian to the War Department The book was written in army camps at San Francisco, on the Pacific with Oen Merritt, in the hospitals at Honolula, in Hong Kong, in the American trenches at Manila, in tne insurant camps with Aguinaldo, on the deck of the Olympia with Dewey, ana in the roar of battl i at the fall of Manila.. Bouanza for agents Brin ful of original pictures ► en by governn eat photographers on the t ot. Large book. 1*D'' prioes. Big profits. Freight paid. Credit giTWB. Drop all trashy unofficial war book*. Outfit free. Address, F T. Barbar, S*o'j, Star lararanoe Building, Chicago. Kitty's Arab had gone through the rickshaw; so that my first hope that some woman marvelously like Mrs Wessington had hired the carriage and the coolies with their old livery was lost Again and again I went round this treadmill of thought and again and again gave up baffled and in despair The voice was as inexplicable as the apoaritinn. 1 had originally sum* wild In the fullness of time that dinner came to an end, and with genuine re gret I tore myself away from Kitty, as certain as I was of my own existence that it would be awaiting for me out side the door The red whiskered man. who had been introduced to me as Dr Heatherlegh of Simla, volunteered to bear me company as far as our roads lav taeather i accented his offer with Ang 2?—Heatherlegh has been indefatigable in his attendance on me, and only yesterday told me that I ought to send in an application for sick leave. An application to escape the company of a phantom! A request that the government would graciously permit me to get rid of five ghosts and an airy rick shaw by going to England' Heatherlegh's proposition moved me to almost hysterical laughter 1 told him 1 In Mississippi a family of six persons was carried bodily 600 yards by a tornado. The story about the setting hen deposited gently in tho nest on the hpex of a peaked roof without breaking aa egg Is about •^3.—Baltimore Herald. Reduced Prions on *11 winter weight Shoes, at the Eclipse Shoe Parlor of H. Q. Weeks & Co., Miners' Bank Building.