Pittston Gazette

              |WW. Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev IifMlahH 1MO. I ▼OL L No. 93 ( P1TTST0N, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY ia, 1900. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. (•1 OOtTitr 1 in idTUM. ]H «**» C•( SS1  j! IfllMI FMSli * ** THE if ★ BOER REPUBLIC. ! i I saw notnmg aDout me but the hills with the blue coming down to them and the 'karroo' bushes I was drunk. I laughed. My heart was beating till It hurt me. I shut my eyes tight, that when I opened them I might see there were no shelves about me. There must be a beauty in buying and selling if there is beauty in everything, but it is very ugly to me. My life as transport rider would have been the best life In the world If I had had only one wagon i to drive. My master told me he would drive one, I the other, and he would hire another person to drive the third. "At the places where we 'outspanned' ■ there were sometimes rare plants and flowers, the festoons hanging from the bush trees, and nuts and insects, such as we never see here, but after a little while I never looked at them. I was too tired. I ate as much as I could and then lay down on my face under the witgon till the boy came to wake ! me tal'inspan,' and then we drove on again %11 nlgtit. So It went, so it went. I think sometimes when we walked by my oxen 1 called to them in my sleep, for I know I thought of nothing. I was like an animal. My body was strong and well to work, but my brain was dead. If you have not felt It, stream of clear blood burst from both nostrils. It fell on to the ground, and the wagon slipped back. The man walked up to It If she was not ashamed to sit on the knee of that strange man. But I do not think my little one minded. She laughed at me as she went out he had the "Salt-reim's" money in the box under his bed. Gregory laughed, too, in silence. He could not lose sight of them now, so slowly they would have to move with that cumbrous ox wagon. Tet when that evening came and he reached a little wayside inn no one could tell him anything of the travelers.aunty ami never carries a neau ou nis shoulders like other folks. Not 111, I hope, sir?" she said, looking at Gregory when she had shut the bedroom door. A table stooa near tne oea, ana a tamp burning low stood on It. The bed was a great four poster with white curtains, and the quilt was of rich crimson satin, but Gregory stood Just Inside the door, with his head bent low, and saw no farther. SOME QUEEB DREAMS. "'You are going to He down, devil, are you? We'll see you don't take It too easy.' VISIONS THAT RESULTED IN THE CAP- "If the world was all children, I could like It, but men and women draw me so strangely and then press me away till I am In agony. I was not meant to live among people. Perhaps some day, when I am grown older, 1 will be able to go and live among them and look at them, as I look at the rocks and bushes, without letting them disturb me and take myself from me, but not now. So 1 grew miserable. A kind of fever seemed to eat me. I could not rest or read or think, so I came back here. I knew you were not here, but It seemed as though I should be nearer you, and It is you I want, you that the other people suggest to me, but cannot give." "Who," asked Gregory, "Is In that room 7" TURE OF CRIMINALS. "The thing was Just dying. He opened his clasp knife and stooped down over it I do not know what I did then, but afterward I know I had him on the stones, and I was kneeling on him. The boys dragged me off. I wish they had not. I left him standing in the sand In the road, shaking himself, and I walked back to town. I took nothing from that accursed wagon, so I had only 2 shillings. But it did not matter. The next day I got work at a wholesale store. My work was to pack and unpack goods and to carry boxes, and I had only to work from 6 In the morning till 6 In the evening, so I had plenty of time. Glad to have a little Innocent piece of gossip to relate and some one willing to hear It the landlady made the most of a little story as she cleared the table. Six months before a lady had come alone to the hotel In a wagon, with only a colored leader and a driver. Bight days after a little baby had been born. If Gregory stood up and looked out at the window, be would see a blue gum tree in the graveyard. Close by it was a little grave. The baby was burled there, a tiny thing, only lived two hours, and the mother herself almost went with It. After awhile she was better, but one day she got up out of bed, dressed herself without saying a word to any one and went out It was a drizzly day. A little time after some one saw her sitting on the wet ground under the blue gum tree, with the rain dripping from her hat and shawL They went to fetch her, but the would not come until she choee. When Bhe did, she had gone to bed and had not risen again from it; ■ever would, the doctor said. "Come nearer! I'll turn the lamp up a bit that you can have a look at her. A pretty thing, Isn't It?" said the landlady.Karrtlou Manifestation* That Baffle the Ingenuity of Man t* Explain and Which Prove Anew That Trn«h la Straaser Than Fletlra. The master, a surly creature, half stupid with Boer brandy, sat on the bench before the door smoking. Gregory Bat beside him, questioning, but be smoked on. He remembered nothing of such Btrangers. How should he know who had been there months and months before \ He smoked on. Gregory, very weary, tried to awake his memory; said that the lady he was seeking for was very beautiful, had a little mouth and tiny, very tiny feet. The man only smoked on as sullenly as at first What were little, very little, mouths and feet to him? But his daughter leaned out in the window above. She was dirty and lazy and liked to loll there when travelers came to hear the men talk, but she had a soft heart Presently a hand came out of the window, and a pair of velvet slippers touched his shoulder, tiny slippers with black Bowers. He pulled them out of her hand. Only one woman's feet had worn them; he knew that A very remarkable Instance of tlfc tracing of a criminal by means of a dream occurred in St Louis. A woman named Mary Thornton was detained In custody for a month, charged with the murder of her husband. A week or so after her arrest she requested to see one of the prison officials and told him she had dreamed that an Individual named George Ray had murderdd her spouse, giving the official at Ufc same time full details of the tragedt as witnessed In her vision. The mat Bay was not suspected at the tin*, but the prison authorities were much Impressed by the woman's obvious earnestness that a search was it once made for him. After some delay be was traced aall charged with the crime, the details «C the -seen in tiw " - - MhoaroMl rn htm Near the foot of the bed was a dent In the crimson quilt, and out of It Does' ■mall hoad and bright eyes looked knowingly. "See how the lips move. She is in pain," said the landlady. Then Gregory looked np at what lay on the cushion, a little white, white face, transparent as an angel's, w|fh a cloth bound round the forehead and with soft, short hair tossed about on the pillow. his eye was bright. Presently Em raised her hand to her breast, where lay the letter yesterday had brought her. Soon she bad forgotten him as entirely as he bad forgotten her. Bach was in his own world with his own. He was writing to LyndalL He would tell her all be had seen, all he had done, though it were nothing worth relating. He seemed to have come back to her and to be talking to her now he sat there In the old house: CHAPTEB XXIV. Gregory Rose bad been gone seven months. Km sat alone on a white shtDep8kin before the Are. The August wind, weird and shrill, fowled round the chimneys and • - and " "It has been a delightful journey, this journey home. I have walked on foot. The evening before last, when It was just sunset, I was a little footsore and thirsty and went out of the road to look for water. 1 went down into a deep little 'kloof.' Some trees ran along the bottom, and 1 thought 1 should liuii water there. The sun bad quite se; when I got to the bottom of It. It wasvery still.' NotJ a leaf was stirring anywhere. In the bed of the moan tain torrent I thought 1 might find water. I came to the bank and leaped down into the dry bed. The floor on which 1 stood was of fine white sasCL and the banks rose on every side like the walls of a room. Above there wns a precipice of rocks, and a tiny streaj-i of water oozed from them and fell slowly on to the flat stoue below. Eui;lD drop you could hear fall like a littl. silver bell. There was one among tin trees on the bank that stood cut ou: against the white sky. All the other trees were silent, but this one shook and trembled against the sky. Everything else was still, but those leaves were quivering, quivering. 1 stood ou the sand. I could not go away. When It was quite dark and the stars had come, I crept out. Does it seem strange to you that it should have made me bo happy? It Is because I cannot tell you how near I felt to thlngB that we cannot see, but we always feel. Tonight has been a wild, stormy night. 1 have been walking across the plain for hours in the dark. I have liked the Wind, because I have seemed forcing my way through to you. I knew you were not here, but I would hear of you. When I used to sit on the transport wagon half sleeping, I used to start awake because your hands were on me. In my lodgings many nights I have blown the light out and sat in the dark that I might Bee your face start out more distinctly. Sometimes It was the little girl's face who used to come to me behind the 'kopje' when I minded sheep and alt by me In her blue pinafore. Sometimes It was the elder. I love both. I am very helpless. I shall never do anything, but you will work, and I will take your work for mine. Sometimes such a sudden gladness seizes me when I remember that somewhere in the world you are living and working. You are my very own. Nothing else Is my own so. When 1 have finished, I am going ta look at your room door"— "I hired a little room and subscribed to a library, so I had everything I needed, and In the week of Christmas holidays I went to see the sea. I walk-, ed all night Lyndall, to escape the heat and a little after sunrise I got to the top of a hllL Before me was a long, low, blue, monotonous mountain. I walked looking at It but I was thinking of the sea I wanted to see. At last I wondered what that curious blue thing might be. Then It struck me It was the sea. I would have turned back again, only I was too tired. I wonder If all the things we long to see—the churches, the pictures, the men In Europe—will disappoint us so. You see, I had dreamed of It so long. When I was a little boy, minding sheep behind the 'kopje,' I used to see the waves stretching out as far as the eye could reach In the sunlight My sea! Is the Ideal always more beautiful than the real? "We bad to cut It off," said the woman, touching it with her forefinger; "soft as silk, like a wax doll's." But Gregory's heart was" bleeding. "Never get up again, the doctor says," said the landlady. Gregory uttered oife word. In an instant the beautiful eyes opened widely p. rhrofh the crannies in walls and doors and ottered a long, low cry as It forced Its way among the clefts of the atones on the "kopJe.M&It was a wild night The prickly pear tree, stiff and upright as It held Its arms, felt the C5**ThL K*an*u they slept In their straw hnts whispered one to another that before morn "And then I got to the next town, and my horse was tired, so I could go no farther and looked for work. A. shopkeeper agreed to hire me aa a salesman. He made me sign a promise to remain six months, and he gave me a little empty room at the back of the store to sleep in. I bad still £3 of my own, and when you bare Just come from tbe country £3 seems a great deal. IsspiX Itn Ten and looked round the room and into the dark corners. are only a body, not a soul. Now, when I see one of those eril looking men that come from Europe—navvies, with tbe beastlike, sunken faC£, different from any Kaffir's—1 know what brought that look into their eyes, anC* if 1 have only one inch of tobacco I give them half. It Is work, grinding, mechanical work, that they or their ancet+ors have done, that has made them into beasts. You may work a man's body so that his soul dies. Work is good. I have worked at the old farm from the Bun's rising till its setting, but 1 have had time to think and time to feel. You may work a man so that all but tbe animal In him is gone, and that grows stronger with physical labor. You may work a man till be is a devil. I know it, because I have felt it You will never understand the change that came over me. No one but 1 will ever know how great it was. But I was never miserable. When I could keep my oxen from sticking fast and when I could find a place to lie down in, I had all I wanted. After 1 had driven eight months a rainy season came. For 18 hours out of the 24 we worked in the wet Tbe mud went up to the axles sometimes, and we had to dig the wheels out and we never went far in a day. My master swore at me more than ever, but when he bad done he always offered me his brandy flask. When I first came, be had offered It me, and I had always refused, but now I drank aa my oxen did when I gave them waterwithout thinking. At last I bought brandy for myself whenever we passed a hotel. Whom did I hear She was very patient, poor thing! When you went In to ask her how she was, she said always "Better" or "Nearly well" and lay still in the darkened room and never troubled any one. The Mosambiquer took care of her, and she would not allow any one else to touch her; would not so much as allow any one else to see her foot uncovered. She was strange in many ways, but she paid well, poor thing! And now the Mozambiquer was going, and she would have to take up with some one else. "Who Is here? •peak?" "Left here last summer by a lady," said the girl; "might be the one you are looking for; never saw any feet so small." "Only this lady, ma'am, a nurse by profession. She Is willing to stay and take care of you If you can come to terms with her." ins there would not be an armful of thatch left on tbe roof a, and the beams of tbe wagon bouse creaked and groaned aa if it were heavy work to resist tbe Importunity of tbe wind. Em had not cone to bed. Who could sleep on a night like this? So In the dining room she had lighted a fire and sat on tbe ground before it, taming terms ' "When I had been In the shop three days, I wanted to go away again. A clerk In a abop has the lowest work to do of all people. It Is much better to break stones. Yon have the blue sky above yon and only the stones to bend to. I asked my master to let me go, and I offered to give him my £2 and the bag of mealies 1 had bought with the other pound, but he would not. They might have come in a wagon and spider; she could not telL But the gentleman was very handsome, tail, lovely figure, blue eyes, wore gloves always when he went out; an English offcer, perhaps; no Afrikander, certainly.Lyndall raised herself on her elbow and cast one keen, scrutinizing glance over him. of a ed o "Have I never seen you before?" she asked. "No." She felF back wearily. the roaster cakes that lay on tite coals Gregory stopped her. to bake. It would save work In the morning, and she blew oat the light because the wind through the window chinks made It flicker and ran, and she aat tinging to herself as she watched the cokes. They lay at one end of the wide hearth on a bed of coals, and at the other end a Ore burned up steadily, coating Its amber glow over Em's ruffle of crape about the neck and over the white carls of the sheepskin on which she sat Loader and more fiercely yet howled the storm, but Em sang on and heard nothing but the words of her aong, and heard them only faintly, as something restfuL It was an old, childish aong she had often beard her mother ■lac long ago: "*Wb the reeds dance by the riw, When the willow*, eon* to aid, Om the (Me of the morning water, to reflected e white Sower1! heed." She folded her hands and sang thC lext verse dreamily: "Where the reed* shake by the river. Where the — — * Jthe bee The lady? Well, she was pretty, rather, the girl said; very cold, dull air, silent. They staid for, it might be, five days; slept in the wing over against the "stoep;" quarreled sometimes, she thought—the lady. She had seen everything when Bhe went In to wait One day the gentleman touched, her half. She drew back from him as though his fingers poisoned her; went to the other end of the room if he came to sit near her; walked out alone; cold wife for Bucb a handsome husband, the girl thought She evidently pitied him, he was such a beautiful man. They went away early one morning, how or In which Way the girl could not telL "Perhaps you would like to  the terms between yourselves," the landlady. "Here is a chair. 1 be back presently." Gregory sat down, with bent bet and quick breath. She did not speak and lay with half closed eyes, seeming to have forgotten him. "I got to the beach that afternoon, and I saw the water run up and down on the sand, and I saw the white foam breakers. They were pretty, but I thought I would go back the next day. It was not my sea. Before dinner he had ridden out of the town to where on a rise a number "I found out afterward he was only giving me half as much as he gave to the others. That was why. 1 had a fear when I looked at the other clerks that I would at last become like them. All day the£ were bowing and smirking to the women who came In, smiling, when all tbt/ wanted was to get their money from them. They used to run and fetch the dresses and ribbons to show them, and they seemed to me like worms with oil on. There was one respectable thing in that store—it was the Kaffir storeman. His work was to load and unload, and he never needed to smile except when be liked, and he oerer told Um of transport wagons were "outspanned." The Dutchman driver of one wondered at the stranger's eagerness to free himself of his horses. Stolen perhaps, but it was worth his while to buy them at so tow a price, so the horses changed masters, and Gregory walked off with his saddlebags slung across his arm. Once out of sight of the wagons, he struck oft of the road and walked across the "veld," the dry, flowering grasses waving everywhere about him. Half way acooss the plain he came to a deep gully which the rain torrents had washed out, but which 1. "But I began to like it when I sat by it that night in the moonlight, and the next day I liked it better, and before I left I loved it It was not like the sky and stars, that talk of what has no beginning and no end, but it is so human. Of all the things I have ever seen, only the sea Is like a human being. The sky Is not, nor the earth. But the sea is always moving. Always something deep In Itself Is stirring it It never rests. It Is always wanting, wanting, wanting. It hurries on, and then It creeps back slowly without having reached, moaning. It Is always asking a question, and It never gets the answer. I can bear It In the day and in the night The white foam breakers are saying that which I think. I walk alone with them when there is no one to see me, and I sing with them. I lie down on the sand and watch them with my eyes half shut The sky is 'better, but It Is so high above our beads. I love the sea. Sometimes we must look down too. After five days I went back to Ora hams town. "Will you turn the lamp down a llt;le?" she said at last. "I cannot bear :he light" Then his heart grew- braver in shadow, and he spoke. Nursing was him, he said, his chosen life's work. He wanted no money if— She stopped him. "I take no service for which I do not pay," she said. "What I gave to my last nurse I will give to you. If you do not like It, you may go.- And Gregory muttered humbly , would take it of I blue coat of a Marvelous as Gregory inquired of the servants, but nothing more was to be learned, so the next morning he saddled his horse and went on. At the farms he came to the good old "ooms" and "tantes" asked him to have coffee, and the little shoeless children peeped out at the stranger from behind ovens and gables, but no one had seen what he asked for. This way and that he rode to pick up the thread he had dropped, but the spider and the wagon, the little lady and the handsome gentleman, no one had seen. In the towns he fared yet worse. was now dry. Gregory sprang Into Its red bed. It was a safe place and quiet. When he had looked about him, he sat down under the shade of an overhanging bank and fanned himself with his hat, for the afternoon was hot, and he had walked fast. At his feet the dusty ants ran about, and the high red bank before him was covered by a network of roots and fibers washed bare by the *— head rose the clear "The other clerks gave me the name 9f 'Old Salvation/ but there \Cras one person I liked very much. He was clerk In another store. He often went past the door. He seemed to me not like others. His face was bright and fresh, like a little child's. When he came to the shop, I (felt I liked him. One day I saw a book in his pocket, and that made me feel near him. I asked him If he-Vfcs'fond of reading, and he said yes, when there was nothing else to do. The next day be came to me and asked me if I did not feel lonely. He never saw me going out with the other fellows. He would eome and see me that evening, he said. " 'You've got a rummy place here,' he Afterward she tried to torn bC He lifted ber. Ah! A shrunken body! He could feel Its weaknc . His for aoonlight'i ibecn U abed, CX of the aleeplng water, Two ktra of a white flower float deaa Dead, dead, deed!" She echoed the refrain softly till It died away and then repeated It It wii as If, unknown to herself. It harmonlaed with the pictures and thought* that ■at With her there alone in the firelight 81m taraed the cakes over while the wind burled down a row of bricki ma the gaMe and made the waili Presently she pawed and listened. *aJd There waa a sound as of something "You see knocking at the back doorway. But the packing Wind had tailed its level higher, and rather empty ■he weat on with her work. At last the *°°d on the sound waa repeated. Then she roee, He read lighted the candle at the fire and went mentary to see, only to satisfy herself, she said, " 'Golly r that nothing could be oot on such a dry stufT Bight Sunday She opened the door a little way and them to light held the light behind her to defend it come in ytraai tha wind. The figure of a tall man ed me If I "One Sunday we 'outspanned' on the banks of 4 swollen river to wait for Its going down. It was drizzling still, so I lay under the wagon on the mod. There was no dry place anywhere, and all the dung was wet, so there was no fixe to cook food. My little flask was filled with brandy, and I drank some and went to sleep. When 1 woke. It was drizzling still, so I drank some more. 1 was stiff and cold, and my master, who lay by me, offered me his flask, because mine was empty. I drank some, and then 1 thought 1 would go and see If the river was going down. i sky. At his side were the saddlebags u women's clothing. Gregory looket half plaintively Into the bine sky so." Once indeed hope came to him. On the "stoep" of a hotel at which he at&id the night in a certain little village there walked a gentleman, grave and kindly looking. It was not hard to open conversation with him about the weather, and then— Had he ever seen such and such people, a gentleman and lady, a spider and wagon, arrive at that place? The kindly gentleman shook his head. What was the "Am I, am I Gregory "I had glorious books, and In the night I could sit in my little room and read them, but I was lonely. Books are not the same things when you are living among people. I cannot tell why, but they are dead. On the farm they would have been living beings to me. but here, where there were so many people-about me, I wanted some one to belong to me. I was lonely. I wanted something that was flesh and blood. Once on this farm there came a stranger. I did not ask his name, but he sat among the 'karroo' and talked with me. Now, wherever I have traveled I have looked for him. In hotels, In streets, in passenger wagons as they rushed in, through the open windows of houses, I have looked for him. but I have not found him, never beard a voice like his. One day I went to the botanic gardens. It was a half' holiday, and the band was to play. I stood In the long raised avenue and looked down. There were many flowers, and ladles and children were walking about beautifully dressed. At last the music began. I had not heard such music before. At first It was slow and even, like the everyday life when we walk through It without thought or feeling. Then It grew faster; then It paused, hesitated; then It was quite still for an instant, and then it burst out Lyndall, they made heaven right when they made it all music. It takes you up and carries you away, away, till you have the things you longed for. You are up close to them. You have got out Into a large, free, open place. I could not see anything while It was playing. I stood with my bead against my tree, but when it was done I saw that there were ladies sitting close to me on a wooden bench, and the stranger who had talked to me that day in the karroo' was sitting between them. Rose?" be said. It wu all so In that "sloot" in tl plain—strange as the 1 lng shapes In a summe tired out, he fell asleei He wrote, and the wind, which had spent its fury, moaned round and round the house, most like a tired child weary with crying. Em woke up and sat before the fire, rubbing her eyes and listening as It sobbed about the gables and wandered away over the long stone walls. there was nothing In It bnt cases for furniture, and It was While I was putting the box he looked at my books, their names out aloud—'Ele.Jhysiology,' 'First Principles.' he said. 'I've got a lot of like that at home I got for school prises, bnt I only keep my pipe with now. They nandy for that.' Then he ask- against the ban! shadow had i "sloot," and the 1 remember that 1 walked to the road, and It seemed to be going away from me. When I woke up, 1 waa lying by a little bush on the bank of tbe river. It waa afternoon. All tbe clouds bad gone, and tbe sky was deep blue. Tbe Bushman boy was grilling ribs at tbe lire. He looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. 'Master waa a little nice,' be said, 'and lay down in tbe road. Something might ride over master, so 1 carried him there.' He grinned at me again. It was as though be said: 'You and I are comrades. 1 have lain In a road too. I know all about it.' When I turned my bead from him, I saw the earth, so pure after tbe rain, so green, so fresh, so blue, and 1 was a drunken carrier whom his leader had picked up in tbe mud and lain at the roadside to sleep out his drunk. I remembered my old life, and I remembered you. I saw how one day you would read in the papers: 'A. German carrier, named Waldo Farber, was killed through falling from bis wagon, being Instantly crushed under tbe wheel. Deceased was supposed to have been drunk at the time of tbe accident." There are those notices in the paper every month. I sat up, and I took the brandy flask out of my pocket, and 1 flung it as far as I could into Uie dark water. The Hottentot boy ran down to see if he could catch it It bad sunk to the bottom. I never drank again. was on tne eage Df the plain. Now he mnat be up and loing. He drew (Tom his breast pockit a little sixpenny looking glass and bong It on one of the roots that stuck out from the bank. Then he dressed himself In one of the old faahloned gowns and a great pinked ont collar. Then he took ont a razor. Tuft by tuft the soft brown beard tell down into the sand, and the little ants took it to line their nests with. Then the glass showed a face surrounded by a frilled cap, white aa a woman's, with a little mouth, a very short upper lip and a receding chin. lug of distant sounds, bat be will never hear my step when my love hears It coming to her window In the dark  the short grass. lady like? he inquired; Gregory painted—hair like silken floss, small mouth, underllp very full and pink; upper lip pink, but very thin and curled. There were four white spots on the nail of her right hand forefinger, and her eyebrows were very delicately curved. The gentleman looked thoughtful, as trying to remember. "You have many letters to write," she said. In that quiet room Lyndall lay on bed with the dog at her feet, and Oi "No," he answered. "It is only one to LyndalL" ory sat In his dark corner watchl She seldom slept, and through long, long days she would lie wat had ever read a book called the 'Black Eyed Creole.' That is the style for me,' he said—there where the fellow takes the nigger girt by the arm and the other fellow cuts off. That's what I like.' She turned away and stood long before the fire looking Into it If yon have a deadly fruit to give, it will not grow sweeter by keeping. stood there, and before she could speak he had pushed his way in and was forcing the door to close behind him. "Waldo T' she cried in astonishment Be had been gone more than a year and a half. "You did not expect to see me," he answered as be turned toward her. "I should have slqpt la the outhouse and not troubled yon tonight, but through the shutter 1 saw glimmerings of a tight" "Yes, and a rosebud tinge In the cheeks, hands like lilies and perfectly seraphic smile." the round streak of sunlight that ca through the knot In the shutter or massive lion's paw on which the wardrobe rested. What thoughts were In those eyes? Gregory wondered. He dared not ask. "Waldo, dear," she said, putting her band on his, "leave off writing." "That is she! That is she!" cried Gregory. "But what he said after that I don't remember, only it made me feel as If I were having a bad dream, and I wanted to be far away. He threw back the dark hair from his forehead and looked at her. Who else could It be? He asked where she had gone to. The gentleman most thoughtfully stroked his beard. He would try to remember. Were not her ears— Here such a violent fit of coughing seized- him that he ran away Into the house. An ill fed clerk and a dirty barman standing in the doorway laughed aloud. Gregory wondered If they could be laughing at the gentleman's cough, and then he heard some one laughing in the room into which the gentleman had gone. He must follow him and try to learn more, but be soon found that there was nothing more to.be learned there. Poor Gregory 1 "It Is no use writing any more," she said. Presently a rather tall woman's figure was making Its way across the "veld." As It,passed a hollowed out ant heap It knelt down and stuffed in the saddlebags with the man's clothing, closing up the ant hill with bits of ground to look as natural as possible. Like a sinner hiding his deed of sin, the hlder started once and looked round, but yet there was no one near save a "meerkat," who had lifted herself out of her hole and sat on her hind legs watching. He did not like that even she should see, and when he rose she dived away into her hole. Then he walked on leisurely, that the dusk might have reached the village streets before he walked there. The first house was the smith's, and before the open door two idle urchins lolled. As he hurried up the street in the gathering gloom be heard them laugh long and loudly behind him. He glanced round fearingly and would almost have fled but that the strange skirts clung about his legs. And, after all, it was only a spark that had alighted on the head of one and not the strange figure they laughed at. Gregory thought she had no pain. She never groaned. Only sometimes, when the light was near her, he thought he could see slight contractions about her Hps and eyebrows. "Why not?" he asked. "After he was gone my little room got back to its old look. 1 loved it so. I was so glad to get into It at night and it seemed to be reproaching me for bringing him there. The next day he took the gray mare. On Thursday he did not bring her back, and on Friday I found the saddle and bridle standing at my door. She put ber hand over the papers be bad written. He slept on the sofa outside her door. "Come into the fire," she said. "It is a terrific night for any creature to be out Shall we not go and fetch your things In first?" she added. "Waldo," she said, "Lyndall Is dead." One night he thought he beard a sound, and, opening it softly, looked in. She was crying out aloud, as If she and her pain were alone in the world. The light fell on the red quilt and the little hands that were clasped over the head. The wide open eyes were looking up, and the heavy drops fell slowly from them. CHAPTER XXV. gbegobt's womanhood. in such cases as the aforement A skillful forger who moveC llgbest circles of society was Slowly over the flat came a cart On the back seat sat Gregory, his arms folded, his hat drawn over his eyes. A Kaffir boy sat on the front seat driving, and at bis feet sat Doss, who now and «train lifted his nose and eyes above the level of the splash board to look at the surrounding country and then, with an exceedingly knowing wink of his left eye, turned to his companions, thereby intimating that he clearly perceived his whereabouts. No one noticed the cart coming. Waldo, who was at work at his carpenter's table In the wagon house, \aw nothing till, chancing to look down, he perceived Doss standing before him, the legs trembling, the little nose wrinkled and a series of short, suffocating barks giving utterance to his joy at reunion. 4 by the agency of a dream. The Ar occurred in Boston and caused e greatest excitement of the time. The forger, a young man of eigbt or dine and twenty, bad become acquainted wltb a rlcb publisher, at whose house be became a constant guest On* day tbe publisher's bankers discovered that some one was forging their client's signature to various large checks, and two detectives were at once Instructed to look out for tbe culprit Their efforts proved useless, but one evening the publisher's youngest daugher, a little girl of 11, dreamed that "I have nothing but this," be said, motioning to the little bundle In his hand. "Tour horse T' I "Is dMUl " ' "The cakes are almost ready," she ■aid. "I win get you something to eat Where have you been wandering all this whiter "In the afternoon he looked into the shop and called out: 'Hope you got your saddle, Farber. Your bag of bones kicked out six miles from this. I'll send you a couple of shillings tomorrow, though the old wasn't worth It Good morning.' "I cannot bear any more, not any more," she said In a deep roice. "O God, God! Have I not borne In silence? Have I not endured these long, long months? But now, now, O God, I cannotJ" One day, coming to a little town, his horses knocked up, he resolved to rest them there. The little hotel of the town was a bright and sunny place, like the Jovial face of the clean little woman who kept it and who trotted about talking always; talking to the customers in the taproom and to the maids in the kitchen and to the passersby when she could hail them from the windows; talking, as good natured women with large mouths and small noses always do, in season and out. "Up and down, up and down," he answered wearily, "and now the whim has seised me to come back here. Em," he said, putting his hand on her arm as she passed him, "have you beard from Lyndall lately?" "Yea," said Em, turning quickly from film. "Where Is she] I bad one letter from her, but that Is almost a year ago now, Just when she left Where Is she r "But I sprang over the counter and got him by his throat. My father was so gentle with her. He never would ride her up hill, and now this fellow "1 do not know why I kept on working so hard for that master. I think It was as the oxen come every day and stand by the yokes—they do not know why. Perhaps I would have been with him still, but one day we started with loads for the diamond fields. The oxen were very thin now, and they had been standing about In the yoke all day without food while the wagons were being loaded. Not far from the town was a hill. When we came to the foot the first wagon stuck fast I tried for a little while to urge the oxen, but 1 soon saw that one 'span' could never pull It up. I went to the other wagon to loosen that 'span' to Join them on In front but the transport rider, who was lying at the back of the wagon, jumped out. Gregory knelt In the doorway listening."The ladles were very pretty and their dresses beautlfuL I do not think they had been listening to the music, for they were talking and laughing very softly. 1 heard all they said and could even smell the rose on the breast of one. I was afraid he would see me, so I went to the other side of the tree, and soon they got up and began to pace up and down in the avenue. All the time the music played they chatted, and he carried on his arm the scarf of the prettiest lady. I did not hear the music. I tried to catch the sound of his voice each time he went by. When I was listening to the muslo, I did not know J was badly dressed. Now I felt SO ashamed of myself. I never knew before what a low, horrible thing I was, dressed in tan cord. That day on the farm when we sat on the ground under the thorn trees I thought he quite belonged to me. Now I saw he was not mlue. But be was still as beautiful. His brown eyes are more beautiful than any one's eyes, except yours. "I do not ask for wisdom, not human love, not work, not knowledge, not for all things I have longed for," she cried, "only a little freedom from pain, only one little hour without pain! Then I will suffer again." he had killed her, and I shook him till he slipped out of my hand. He stood In the door grinning. ner. i asaea mm wnere the saw a man whom she described as like Mr. Blank," tbe visitor to whom reference has been made, sitting In a room in Maine street copying her father's signature. The child's dream was communicated to the police, who, though inclined to ridicule the same at tbe outset, eventually promised to have the gentleman in question watched, with the result that his lodgings were raided and a complete plant for the making of bank notes found there. It then transpired that be was a man who was wanted for manifold forgeries throughout tbe Union, and be was sent to prison for a very long term. "'It didn't take much to kill that bag of bones, whose master sleeps in a packing case and waits till his company's finished to eat on the plate, Shouldn't wonder If you fed her on sugar bags,' be said. 'And if you think I've jumped her you'd better go and look yourself. You'll find her along the road by the "aas-vogels" that are eating ber.' Em, whose eyes had ached with looking out across the plain, was row at work in a back room and knew nothing till, looking up, she saw Gregory, with his straw bat and blue eyes, standing In the doorway. He greeted her quietly, hung his hat up In its old place behind the door, and for any change in his manner or appearance he might have been gone only the day before to fetch letters from the town. Only bis beard was gone, and hiB face was grown thinner. He took off his leather gaiters, said the afternoon was hot and the roads dusty and asked for some tea. They talked of wool and the cattle and the sheep, and Em gave him the pile of letters that had come for him during the months of absence, but of the thing that lay at their hearts neither said anything. Then he went out to look at the kraals, and at supper Em gave him hot cakes and coffee. They talked about the servants and then ate their meal in quiet. There was a little front parlor in the hotel, kept for strangers who wanted to be alone. Gregory sat there to eat his breakfast, and the landlady dusted the room and talked of the great finds at the diamond fields and the badness of maidservants and the shameful conduct of the Dutch parson in that town to the English Inhabitants. Gregory ate his breakfast and listened to nothing. He had asked his one question, had had his answer. Now she might talk on. The door of the hotel stood wide open, and the light fell out Into the street. He knocked, and the landlady came. She peered out to look for the cart that had brought the traveler, but Gregory's heart was brave now he was so near the quiet room. He told her he had come with the transport wagons that stood outside the town. She sat up and bit the little hand Gregory loved. "In the TransvaaL I will go and get you some supper. We can talk afterward.""Can you give me her exact address? I want to write to her." He crept away to the front door and stood looking out at the quiet starlight. When he came back, she waa lying in her usual posture, the quiet eyes looking at the lion's paw. He came close to the bed. w But Em had gone Into the next room. When food was on the table, she knelt down before the fire, turning the cakes, babbling restlessly, eagerly, now of this, now of that She was glad to see him. Tant* Sannle was coiping Soon to show ber her new baby. He fnust |tay on the fftvm pow and help her. And Waldo himself was well content to eat his meal In silence, flaking no more questions. "I caught him by his collar, and I lifted him from the ground, and I threw him out into the street half way across it I heard the bookkeeper say to the clerk that there was always the flevli In those qaum fellows, but they raver called me 'Salvation' after that. ' "You have much pain tonight?" he asked her. He had walked in and wanted lodgings for the night "No, not much." It was a deliberate lie, glibly told. He would have told 50, though the recording angel had stood In the next room with his pen dipped in the ink. What was It to him? He remembered that she lay there, saying always, "I am better." "Can I do anything for yon?" " They shall bring it up the hill, and if half of them die for it they shall do It alone,' he said. "No, nothing." She still drew her lips together ana motioned with her fingers toward the dog sleeping at her feet. Gregory lifted him and laid him at her side. She made Gregory turn open the bosom of her nightdress that the dog might pat his black muzzle between her breasts. She crossed her arms over him. Gregory left them lying there together. The child's dream was all the mora extraordinary In view of the fact that she was too young to understand the leading Incidents of the business and attributed the copying of her father's signature hi the dream to the "gentleman wanting to write nicely, Uke papa." - Strange, very strange, but none the leas * true, and proving once more that, as. Hamlet remarked, "There are mora things In heaven and earth. Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy."—Philadelphia Times. It 18 in oruer lor Kudyard Kipling to tell us in verse how it has ail been hap- i pulling.—Detroit Tribune. Presently a door in the corner opened, and a woman came out—a Mozambiquer, with a red handkerchief twisted round her head. She carried in her hand a tray with a slice of toast crumbled fine and a half filled cup of coffee and an egg broken open, but not eaten. Her ebony face grinned complacently as she shut the door softly and said, "Good morning," "lie was not drunk, but in a bad temper, for be bad been drunk tbe night before. He swore at me and told me to take tbe whip and belp bim. We tried for a little time. Tben I told bim it was no use, tbey could never do it. He swore louder and called to tbe leaders to come on with their whips, and together they lashed. There was one ox, a black ox, so thin that the ridge of bis backbone almost cut through his flesh. "I am writing to you of very small things, but there is nothing else to telL It has been all small, and you will like It. Whenever anything has happened I have always thought J would tell it to yofl. Tbe back thought In my mind is always you. After that only one old man came to visit me. I bad seen bim In tbe streets often. He always wore very dirty black clothes and a hat with crape round it, and be bad one eye, so I noticed bim. One day he came to my room with a subscription list for a minister's salary. When I said I had nothing to give, be looked at me with his one eye. is coming back next week," "He will have been gone 108 day* tomorrow. I bad a letter from bim yesterday." KWfcerp has be been?' Put bu companion stooped to lift » cake from tbe Or*. The landlady put biB supper lu the little parlor where he had sat in the morning. When It was on the table, she sat down In the rocking chair, as her fashion was, to knit and talk, that she might gather news for her customers In the taproom. In the white face under the queer, deep fringed cap she saw nothing of the morning's traveler. The newcomer was communicative. She was a nurse by profession, she said; had come to the Transvaal, hearns that good nurses were needed there. She had not yet found work. The landlady did not perhaps know whether there would be any for her In that town? "At last they turned to go, and I walked after them. When they got out of the gate, he helped the ladies Into a phaeton and stood for a moment, with his foot on the step, talking to them. He had a little cane In his hand, and an Italian greyhound ran after him. Just when they drove away one of the ladles dropped her whip. The next day, when they asked her how she was, she answered, "Better." "How tbe wind blows! One can hardly bear one's own voice," she said. Take this warm cake. No one's cakes are Uke mine. Why, you have eaten nothing!" "You are not going to leave her really, Ayah, are you?" she said. "The maids say so, but I'm sure you wouldn't do Buch a thing." The landlady began to talk to her. "Some one ought to tell her," said the landlady. "We can't let her soul go out into eternity not knowing, especially when I don't think It was all right about the child. You ought to go and tell her, doctor." She came and sat on a footstool near him. " 'It is you, devil, is it, that will not pull? the transport rider said. 'I will show you something.' He looked like a devil. "Do you wish to hear anything?" he asked. "1 am a little weary," be said. "The wind was mad tonight." The Mozambiquer grinned, It may become expedient yet for Rodyard Kipling to raise a regiment and go to South Africa. He is partly responsible for this war.—Chioaen Tribune.' "He told tbe boys to leave off flogging, and be held the ox by the horn and took up a round stone and knocked its nose with it till the blood came. When he had done, they called to the oxen and took up their whips again, and the pxen strained with their backs bent, but tbe wagon did not move an inch, She whiupered, "Yes, If It does not hurt you," "But she hasn't got any one else and won't have any one else. Come, now," said the landlady. "I've no time to be sitting always in a sickroom, not if I was paid anything for it." "Husband says I must go home." So the little doctor, egged on and on, went in at last. When he came out of the room, he shook his fist in the landlady's face. "I will write a few lines," he said, mil yon are ready to sit down and talk." j Em as she shook out the tablecloth patched him bending Intently over his bsj*er. He bad phangpd much Hlq face had grown planer; his pheekij fren almost hollow, though |hey were PoyefPd by a dark growth of beard. 8h? sat down on the skin beside him §RC! V* Utfl# handle oq the bench, It wis painfully small and soft Perhaps It held a shirt and a book, but 44 'Young man,' be said, 'how 1b It I never aee you In the house of the Lord?' J thought he was trying to dq good, bo I felt sorry for him, and I  him I never went to chapel, 'foung man,' |ie said, 'It grieves' me fo hear such godless wprds froq the lips of one bo young, so far gone in the paths of destruction. ¥oung man, if you forget God, God will forget you. There is a seat on the right hand side as you go at the bottom door that you may get. If you are given over to the enjoyments and frivolities of thlB world, what will become of your never dying soul?' M 'Pick It up, fellow/ she said, and when I brought It to her she threw si*- pence on the ground- I might have gone back to the garden then. But I did not want music, I wanted clothes »nd to be fashionable and fine. I felt my hands were coarse and that I was vulgar. I never tried to see him again. I staid In my situation four months after that, but I was not happy. I had no rest. The people about me pressed on me and made me dissatisfied. I could not forget them. Yet he lay quiet for a time. The light through the open door showed him to her, where be lay, with his arm thrown across bis eyes. At last he spoke. Perhaps it was a relief to him to speak. "Next time you have any devil's work to do, do It yourself," he said and shook his fist In her face again and went away swearing. The landlady put down her knitting and smote her fat hands together. The Mozambiquer only showed her white teeth good naturedly for answer and went out, and the landlady followed her. To Bloemfontein, in the Free State, to which tlirough an agent he had traced them, Gregory had gone. At the hotel where Lyndall and her stranger had staid he put up. He was shown the very room In which they had slept. The colored boy who had driven them to the next town told him In which house they had boarded, and Gregory went on. In that town he found they had left the cart and bought a spider aqd four grays, and Gregory's heart rejoiced. Now, indeed, it would be easy to trace their course, and he turned his steps northward. If it wasn't the very finger of God's tXovldence, as though you saw it hang- I: out of the sky, she said. Here was a .ady ill and needing a new nurse that very day and not able to get one to her mind, and now—well. If It wasn't enough to convert all the atheists and freethinkers in the Transvaal she ilidn't know! When Gregory went into the bedroom, he only found her moved, her body curled up and drawn close to the wall. He dared not disturb her. At last after a long time she turned. " 'So you won't, won't you?" he said. 'I'll help you.' Gregory, glad to be alone, watched the sunshine as it came over the fuchsias in the window and ran up and down on the paneled door In the corner. The Mozambiquer had closed it loosely behind her, and presently something touched It inside. It moved a little. Then it was still, then moved again. Then through the gap a small nose appeared and a yellow ear overlapping one eye. Then the whole head obtruded, placing Itself critically on one side, wrinkled Its nose disapprovingly at Gregory and withdrew. Through the half open door came a fair scent of vinegar, and the room iWM dark and still Presently the landlady came back. I "Itft the door open," she said, boa$tsf to tirat 1ft. "but a dark; will 1* * "He took out bis clasp knife and ran It into the leg of the trembling ox three times up to the hilt. Then be put the knife in his pocket, and they took their whips. The oxen's flanks quivered, and they foamed at the mouth. Straining, they moved the wagon a few feet forward, then stood with bent backs to keep it from sliding back. From the black ox's nostril foam and blood were streaming on tq tbe grqund. It |{s head |q its anguish and looked at me with Its great starting eyes. It was praying for help in its agony • weCiknCe*R. nnd thpv took their whips again. The creature bellowed sal aland. 11 then ta a God, It was caHnctatt* Kaker ft* beta, Th» a "Only one day something made me happy. A nurse came to the store with a little girl belonging to one of our clerks. While the maid went Into the office to give a message to its father the little child stood looking a{ mg. PreReutly she parne plqsp to me and peeped up intq my face. "•Nipe purls, pretty curls,' she said. 'I like curls.' "Bring me food," she said. "I want to eat—two eggs and toast and meattwo large slices of toast, please." nothing more. The old black hat had a piece of unhemmed muslin twisted round It, and on bis elbow was a large patch wo fixed on with yellow thread that her heart ached. Only his hair was not changed and hung In silky beautiful wares almost to his shoujqei-s. Tomorrow she would tajte the fttged edge off his collar and put k jfflr bfcft round jili hkt She dfd «o{ Interrupt him, but she wondered how Ins that he sat to write so Intently Wondering, Gregory tyought a tray with all that she had asked for. Then the landlady proceeded to detail facts. "He would not go till I gave him half a crown for the minister's salary. Afterward I beard he was the man who collected the pew rents and got a centage. I didn't get to know any  else. "I'm sure you will suit her," she addh1. "You're just the kind. She has heaps of money to pay you with, has everything that money can buy, and 1 got a letter with a check in it for £50 the other day from some one who says I'm to spend it for her and not to let her know. She Is asleep now, but I'll take you to to look at her." "Sit me up and put it close to me," she said. "I am going to eat it all." She tried to draw the things near her with her fingers and rearrange the plates. She cut the toast into long strips, broke open both eggs, put a tiny morsel of bread into her own mouth and fed the dog with pieces of meat put Into his jaws with her fin- and infl«med-Oums.«Q0 N" jslp 2 "She felt my hair all over with her little hands. When I put out my arm, she let me take her and sit her on my knee. 8be kissed me with her soft month. W» were happy till the aurse■trl cum and shook her and asled her At one desolate farm the Boer had a good deal to tell. The lady had said she liked a wagon that stood before the door. Without asking the price the Englishman had offered £150 for the old thing and fcoocfet oxen worth itO fcf *18. Tfc* PutdUQftB chuckled, for "When my time in that shop was done, I hired myself to drive one of a transport rider's wagons. The landlady opened the door of the ne*t room, and Gregory followed her. It© bx coimmim)