The Nazareth Item

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The Nazareth Item.
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Vol. XXVI.
NAZARETH, PA., FRIDAY MORNING, JANUARY 26, 1917
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me -^B^e^vlffrt'   Wim    VVTlUitns 'wai! not BO brief.   "The hoya came out of It all right?" asked Stone, shaking hands with his old foremnn. "Ye.s, sir.-
"How did you manage that?" "Didn't.    They did." "Any one—er—of the other side have an accident?"
"Saunders—nnd   six  gents  pot  hurt pretty bad." "Whow!    Our boys were lucky." "It  was  nothin'  but  liit.k  that the.v ain't all back there now   -on the saml. You see, tho Gophertown outfit are al! what .vou'd rail Rood with a kuh. but It was kind of a surtiriso,  the spreail In'  of  tho  thing  from   Hod's  little prl vnto  deal   to  u  sl.v   IuukI   game.    Wo sure was lucky." "Aud Collie'.'"
Williams shook his head. "I don't know. We thou^xlit he hail crossed over. Seems he liK)k a new holt. Tlic doi and \\'iullu-op bniiig hiui to I,us in the aiitouiobile. He's ut tho hosjiital. P.ut thoy say he don't pick up any sime (u come tlieie.'"
"All right. Brand. I think that i- all."
"IIow aljout my name poin' back on the books?" askod Williams.
"It hasn't beon off tho books. Ton know, Lonlse attends to ili(> time sheet."
Willianis noiidi-d. "I expect Miguel and I'arsoii Ixing will be snii'lu' around lookln' for a .lob before loi:;;- They agreed to stay with Hod till be KOt on hio feet again. But thcy toli' hlm they would go just us soon as he was all riullt, for you eouliln't run your runcli without 'em."
Walter Stone smiled brnailly. 'Vou'ri foreman. Biand."
"They was figlitin' Just as ntiich for the name nf the old Moonstone as for Collie or for fun." snid Willi ims.
"I know it. But I don't believe in •Tich methods. That, sort of thing Is about (lone with." said Stono.
"I was readin' abour the old days in the Pana mint, not long ago." s.-iid Wll llams. gazing at a corner of the oflice. "I—they was a llRt Of names of ranch¬ ers that cleaned up the rustlers over there, back In "SB. It was intoro.stln' some of them names."
Wnlter Stone coughed .•ind turned in Ua chnir.    Tie gazed  out of the win <low.   Finally he faced Williams again. "We had lo do It," ho s:iM, snilllng.
Williams nodih'il. Tliey nmlerstood each other,
Louiso ict tuned homo, heartsick iUid haunted by rollie's e.Ms that had ¦eemed so listless, so imlitTerent, so weary. She had liop«'<l to choer him. His Indifrcrouce aft'cctoil hor more than his aetual physical coiHlltlun, which seomod to lie tho cuuse of It. tioulse recogiUzed lu herself a species of selllshiicss hi fooling as slio did. Like most folk of sufierabundant health, she was unable to realize the possibilities of sickness. She longed for his companionship. She had not dared to ask hersolf whether or not she loyed him. She wus glad that he should loye her, aud yet she was not altogeth¬ er bappy. ."^lie had sent him her token, the little gra.v riding gauntlet. He had In no way acknowledged H.
Then to have seen hlm in the hos¬ pital, helpless, seemingly beyond any noticeable Inlluence of hor jiresence. ¦tlned lu her a kind of maternal Jeal
TA.iLOft. CLOSHIE-R. HA. TS At/iTi FVtt/ilSHI/ICS
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"You  must get woll," sho caid, Bmiling.
oual.v. Straightway she visited .\iino Marshall, who kissed her, held her at arms' length, saw the soft rose glow lu her face and spoki* to tho iioint, nlboii lu parables, lir.. Marshall had boon very poor—a doctor in Ihe slums—Just l)eforo they wore murrle<l. People had said things and had looked things, which was even worse. Thoy subtly Intlniufed that the doctor was-marry Ing her for l-ier nioney. Sho was the happiest \#i'iiian In the world. She thought Collie wa.s the manliest and most striking figure she had ever soon To all of which l.oulse listened ijulet I7, blushing fl Utile. "And he Is wealthy, ' conc)udo<l .\nne. "For su jroung m man, he U wealthy The Rose (Nri   Mloiug   (.'oiupany,   luooruoratttl
tix}   ueur,   pu.in   «e/i.    ( (tint-   is   one   or the   three   largest   stockhold^-is.     Vmi seo,  Hilly  and  Ov<;rlan,l  Hod  have <le cldcd to turn the claim Into a coriioru tlou,"
"Don't you contriidlct your—yoin- the ory a little, Anne?" asked Louise.
"No, indeed: It doesn't matter in the least «-ho has the money, so long as the man Is the right one."
And Louise was silent aud a bit hap pier.
The little parcel that came to the hospital directed to (,'ollle was from Overland, It was nccomiuiniod by a Tlvldly worded note und n small, stain¬ ed and wrinkled glove, at once famil¬ iar.
Overland's note explained the delay In forwarding the glove. "It's some mussed up," he wrote, "because I had It In my shirt when I was hit. 1 wns some mussed up likewise, or I wouM not 'a' forgot It so long. Tho little Hose Girl sent It to yoii by Brand whon she thinks you was going to cross over on the last sunset limited. And I am feel Ing Fine, thnnks. Do not rite to mo If It gives you cramps.—Yoiires verry fathcfuly. Jack."
CJollle tuniad the gauntlet over in his trembling fingers. Ills eyes glowed. He called the nurse, telling hor ho was hungry.
Anne Marshall's  visits  were alway.s refreshing.    'Well   gowned,   cool,    fra grant, she came ne.xt afternoon to Col¬ lie's bedside.
"You must get Well," sho s.iid. sinil Ing. "Tho doctor will bo terribly di- appointed If you don't. Isn't that cold¬ ly encouraging? What a thing to si, I" "I don't want to disiippoint an;.- body," said Collie.
"Well, you will If you don't got 1 ct ter right away. sir. I wish I could d > something to help. I can only syiiip;i thlze and encourage the doctor.''
"It oiUy camo yesterday," .said Collie. tremulously drawing the gauntlet from beneath his pillow.
Anno .Marsh.ill gazed at iho soiled iud wrinkled glove with unenlightone;! eyes. Then her quick smile fhisliod. "Oh. now I know: So that is the talis- mun? Came yesterday? No won,ler you soom brighter."
Collie's nnsworing smile was irresist Ible.     "It   isn't  Just   the   glove.     Bu' would you—I mean. If you was like mc. without being educated or anything" He hesitated, bro.ithiug deeiily.
But Anne Marshall tinderstood him instantly and answered his shyly ques tloning eyes.
"Indeed I should. If 1 had itaif your chance I shouldn't waste a minute in claiming the mate to that glove. Ono glove is of ahsolutely no use, you know."
"This one was—firetty much. " sighed Collie. "I was feeling like lotting go Inside and not trying to—to stay an,\ longer Just before It came."
"S-s-sh: Don't even think of that. Some one called on me a few days ago. You are a rery fortunate young man." .\nne Marshall's ambigtilty was not altogether disiileasing to Collie in that It was not altogether unintelligible.
William Stanley WInthrop, siijotirn ing briefly bitt fnshlonablv In Los Ar- Seies, appeared at tlie hospital In Im- maculute outing flannels. It was sev¬ eral weeks aftor his sister's lust visit there. Wlnthruii took Ihe convalescent Collie to the .Moonstone rancho In his, car.
Aunt Eleanor and Walter Stone were nt the gate. Collie was helped to the house and Imiuodialely taken to the guest room. He was much fatigu¬ ed w-lth the Journey. The (juestlon in his eyes was answered by .\unt Eleanor, "Louiso ro<le over to the | north range todiiy. She should be | back now.'
WInthrop scarce needed an introduc   | tlon.    Ho was .Vnne Marshall's broth er.    That  was suflicient  for the  host j and hostess.    II« was made welcoiiie as he was w horever he went.    He had ' heard a groat  deal t'roni his sister 01 ; the Stones  und  thoir  lieautiful  niece, i Louise   Lacharme.     lie   wus   enthusi aatlc about tho .Moonstone I'anyon.   lie ; grew   even    more   enthusiastic    after meeting Louise.
She   cume   riding   her   black   pony ' Boyar down  tho afternoon  hillside^  a | picture   thnt    ho   never   forgot.     Her j gray   sombrero   hung   on   the   saddle j hom.    Her gloves  were tucked In  her I belt.     She   had   loosened   the  nook   of her blouse and rolled back her sleeves '. at the spring above to bailie her face and arms In  tho chill overtiow.     Iicr hair   shone   with   a  soft   golden   radi  ; ance that was ethereal In tho flicker of ; afternoon   sunlight   through   the   Uvo \ oaks.     From   her golden   head  to  the j tip of her sniall riding boot she was a ' harmony of vigor nial grace, of es<ini site coloring and infinite charm.
"I   have   boon   (juite   curious   about ; you,  Mr.   WInthrop," she said.    "Von ' are  quite  like  .\nne.     I  adore  .Vunc. Shall wi> turn Boyar into the corral'-'     1
If Wiiliaiu Stanley WInthrop had hail any  ide.-i  of  niaking au  imiircsslon   lie forgot it.    Tiie Impression  Louise u is imconsi'ioi'.: Is   making strai.ghtway a'. Borbed his attention.
"Yes, Indeed: Turn hlni into the ¦ or rnl- turn him into anything. Miss La¬ charme. Vou have the iiiagU'. .Make another admirer of him."
"Thank    you.    Mr.    SVinthrup.    Hut Boynr i ould hardly be Iniju-oved." •  "You trained him. dUln't you?" qticr led Wlnthron.
Louise lauglied. "Yes. Hut he was well bred to begin with."
Then Wliithro|i ojuculated a moni.il "Ouch: " Simplh'lty did not neoessarll.v mean stupi.lity.
"Do you enjoy mining-   Ihe real work -out   there   in   tho  desert,   Mr.   Win throp?"
"I cinild enjoy unything In compan.v with (>\('rland."
"Of courwe    Do you think people who , huve lots of monoy aro upt to tie cyii Icul?" she usketl.
"Not more so than people without money. But what s(ilendld animals:" he exclaimed as they apjiroached the corraJ
'¦\:\v\e Waller and I are very fond of them," she said, turning Bnynr Into the Inciosure.
"Do j-ou know, .Miss Lacharme, I like horses and dogs and cats, und I Just revel In burros. But animals doti't seom to lll<e nil'. They're rather Indif¬ ferent to me. I wouder if it Is a mat¬ ter of heallh. or mugnollsm. or some thing of fhat sort?"
"fdl. no. Hut It is (lilhcult to exidain. Even If you are viry fond of anim.-iis It doesn't follow that they will like you. That seems ratlier cold, doesn't It? It's almost unfair." "Yes, If one considers It seriously." "Don't you?"
Wlntliro|i gazed ut her for a second before replying. "I soe I must tell the truth," ho said lightly. "Vou compel it. It does hurt me to have anything or any one that I care for indilTerent fo me. Perhaps It's because I realize that I am giving afToctlon and selfishly want 'value returned,' so to speak Pardon me for becoming serious.''
"Surely. Hut 1 thank you tnn. See Boyar roll: IbTs happy. No; he doesn't roll because his ba<-k Itches. You see, he's sweaty whore tho saddle covered him. Beforo he rolled you noticed thaf he deliberately found a dusty spot. The dust dries the sweat, and ho doesn't take cold. That's tbe renl ex¬ planation."
"I know it couldn't be through ha)i plness nt leaving you." said WInthrop, "If you nre dotormined to keep It up," said Louise mlS(.'hlevously, "all right. But bo careful, sir. 1 enjoy it. It's boon dull—dreadfully dull—sluco Anne atid the doctor left. May I have your knife?"
A belated crimson Colombo rose nod¬ ded beneath the guest room window, Louiso cut tlio stem and pinned the flower In the lapel of Winthrop's white flannel coat. He gazed at her intent on her task.
"There!" she said, with a light toucli of her supple fingers. "That will do.' And slo\vly her gray eyes lifted to his. Tho eolor flooded to his face. His eyes l>ec;ime momentarily brilliant He drew a deep breath. "You told me to be careful. I shall be," he said, bow¬ ing sliglitly. . "Please say something. Your silent attack was a liltle too—too Buecessful." "Truro'.'" she (luerled, laughing. "Never, " replied WInthrop, '-even us our rather mutual nnd distinctly illus trlous friend Overland says, 'Not till mo wires nre all down and rae lights are otit.' "
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CHAPTER   XX. Rose  Girl  Overhears  All.
OLLTE.    standing    at    the   open French     window     Just     above ! them, drew back.    Quite natu-1 rally,   boing   a   young   man   in ' love, he misinterpreted all that he had j seen   and    heard.      Louise   had   beeu away the duy he was expected to re¬ turn to the ranch.   She had come back. | She w.as seemiiij^ly satisfied with Whi- i throp's  society.     She  was  even  more j than   satisfip<l:  she   was   flirting  with 1 him. An nnr'^asonable, bucolic Jenlousy,
partly due to his condition, overcame Collie's usual serenity. His Invalidism mugnlhed the whole afTair to absurd proportions.
Perhaps It was the intensity of his gaze that causr-<l Louise to g;ance up. His c.Kpresslou starlied her. His eyes were burning. His fa'-o was unnatu¬ rally white. He nier lier glance, but gave no sign of recognition—a rude¬ ness that he regretted ovon while he manifested It.
Louise turnod away proudly, calling Winthrop's attention ro a huge garden seat beneath the live oaks.    "We have
I dinner out there quite often." she said.
i her e.ves glowing.    "Would you care to
I rest awhile after your ride?"
I     " '.-V Jug <>f wine—a loaf of bread' "—
• he quoted.
"But It isn't a wilderness.    And dln-
¦ ner  wont  be ready  for an  hour yet Don't you  think  a   wilderness   would
J have   been   utterly   stupid   with   his | 'thou'  beside  him singing everla.stlng- ly?    Now please don't  say,  'It would
' depend on the thou.' "
I    "Do you slug. Miss Luchanne?"
I    "A little."
I     "Please, theu, a little.    Theu I'll an-
! swer your question."
"I had rather uot just now-." "My  answer  would  be  the same In either  case     This  Is  living,  after  the desert aicl its loneliness.    1 discovered
¦ one thing out  there, however,  myself. ' It was u surprise.    .My way buck an- ; cestors must have been pirates." j    "Mine     grow     roses     in     southern
France."
"I am glud tliey eventuall.\   came to : America," he .said.
[    ".Vre you so fond of candy, .Mr. WIn¬ throp?"
"No."
"Neither 11111 1."
"I'm gl.id thoy came. Just the same. I simply c;iu t help It."
"Overland — Mr. Summers — doesn't tako   life   ^ory   serious', tie?"
asked Loui.se.
"Not i;s V,.,-iou'ily as li:c 1; :s taken him at odd titiios."
"Vou   lifought   Collie   in   your   car. ' didu't you?" i
"Yes." I
"He's mu II b.-tter?" I
"Yes, Hu! he's pretty shaky yet. He's a little queer, in fuct. .Vs wt> came up the can.von he asked me to ' •top the ca;- by the clitT near tills end- that place where the sunlight comos through a kind of notch in the west. 1 thought he was tired of the motion of the cur, so we stopiied, and he luy back looking ut tho cliff. Pretty soou the sun shot a long ray past us. and it fair ly splattered gold on the canyon w-nll Then the shaft of sunlight went out. 'It will shine again,' he said, ui If 1 didn't know lhat. I'ollle's a iiretty sick man"
Later WInthrop and l.oulse Joined tho others nt the veranda. Ixiulse ex- ciUieU. JierselX,.    She  anurche.)   v   lanjr
irme   oerore  sne   round  anorner   rose. This time It  was a Colombe bud, full. red and benutiful.    Shi' stepped to Col- He's window.   "Boy:" she called softl.v White und trembling, he stood In the long   n-lndow   looking   down   nt   her. "I'm  glnd   you  nre   home  again,"  glie .said. He nodded and glanced awa.v. "Boy,"   she   called   again,    "ca ch"' And she tossed the rose.    He caught it and pressed it fo his lips.
Evening, (dacldly content with the warm silence, departed llngeringly.
Boyar, the black riony, shook his head with a silvery .ilngling of rein chnlns. Ills sleek flanks glistened in the moonlight. Louiso curlied hlm gently with hand and voice as he stepped through tho wide gateway of tho ranch.
.it the edge of the Old .Meadow the girl dismounted, allowing Boyar to graze at will.
She climbed to the low rounded rock, her erstwhile throne of dreams, whero she sat with knees gathered to her In her clasped hands. The pony paused In his grazing to lift his head and look at her with gently wondering eyes.
The utter solitude of the place, fnr above the viewless vnlley. allowed her thought a horizon Impfisslble at the Moonstone rancho. Alone she faced the grave que.stlon of making an un alterable choice. Collie had jisked hor to marry him. She had evaded direct reply to his direct question. She know of no gooil reason . why she should marry hlm. Slie knew of no better reason why she should not. She thought she was content with being loved. She was, for the moment. "'iot a niateh, kid?'' Loui.Sc rtiisod her head. Some one ! was afoot on the Old .Meadow tr.iil I She could hear the whisper of dried grasses aca inst the boots of the men as anotlier voice replied. "Sure: Here you aro." .\nd Louise know that Collie was ono of the men.
About to ciill, she hesitutod. stranire- ly i-urious as to who the other man might be and why Colllo and he should foregather in the Old .Meadow at night. "Never mind," mumbled the Ursi speaker. "I thought I wanted to smoke, but 1 don't. I want ro talk first -aliout the Uose (Jlrl."
I><juise tried to call out. but she was Interrnpred by Overland's voice. The two men had stfqiped nt the lower side of the great rock. She could hoar them Ilia inly, although she could not see them.
"Collie—we're   busted.     We're  ilone.
Chlco.   I ain't said nothin' to I'.illy yet
He's  got   money  anyway.     This  here
nnly hits you and me."
"What do you mean. Red?"
"1  moan  that  the  Hose t^irl  .Mlnhi-'
company, incoriiorated: .la  k Summers
president and  ireneral  manager, don'i
belong to us and never did.    We beon
selllti' stock that ain't ours and never
wa.s. "
"How's that';"
"I was goin' to write. But I ain't no han ' to write about business. Writ in' po'trv is bad enojgh
tnem papers and that dust BUly tried io flnd out thoro b,\   the track?"
"Yes."
"Well. I found it all. Since the com¬ pany is workin' the claim now and I didn't have so much to do 1 got to thlnkin' of thoni papers. 1 went out there, paced hor otf linwn the track, V, , ,...,   I,   n-as   and
Postal Law* that mbsrriptlou paid pi omptly. A pencil mark ii tMe fAreXe mtaimm yoar toA^. srriptloa Ih doe, aatf «e will thamk yoa for H   prompt   remlttaaed.
n uat ao you .s.i.y .'•
"M'hy- to tr'll IxjuIsc, of course. I meant that riuht along. You ought (c know that,"
"Vou givin' it up becuuse you hail some fuss with her or anything Ilk* that?"
"No, Jted. 1 say tell her be<ause itt squnre. I»id she stop to ask guesti^Be when I wus in trouble? .No. She weat to work to belli me quick. I guess w» care more for hor than a whole carloa* of gold."
"Well, I guos.s.   Once I wouldn't '•' stopped  to worry about whose gold ¦ wns.    But   knowln'   the   Rose   Glrl^ knowln' what she Is-^-why, it's makUi* me soft in me morals." "What do we do uow, Ked?" "I'm   goln'   to   beat   If.    Back   to  the dusty for mine." "You don't have to do that Ked." "That's  Just   why   I'm  a-doln'   it   I liko to do what I like."
"Qultthig uow seems like saying, 'I'm whlplied.' " said Collie. 'QultthiiS after giving up our money to her iooiu like Wo wore sore, iven if wo do it and smilo. She would feel bad. Red She'd think sho drove us ofif. Wbj don't you ask Stone for a Job?"
"What? Me? .Vfter bein' president of tho Hese tarl .Mining company, In- Say: Theys ufi half wuy house for m«. It's all or nothin'. Why. 1 don't even own tho tJuz/uh. Could you stand it t» soe her every day. and you just a puncher workin" for the Moonstone! She would smile and treat you flne, au4 you'd be eatin' your own heart out for her."
"No, I couldn't," said Collie slowly. "Red. I guess ycju're right."
'1 ain't askin' you. Collie, but there'* nothin' liki- rainblin' to make you fiir irot. Its i;or hard work beat to a mush, bo aiise when you're ramblln" you're most idwa'.s humrry. Listen: Love U whon ,\ itislied.   So is a empty
stom.o s j;ot to eat.   Do .v<.>u
get th.ii'.
"Vos: bn!, Hed. you suid you lo\cd 1 woman . n   •.    Vou didn't forget?'
".No. kid. I ilidn't. Once I didn't dn nothin' else but remember. I got over thnt It's only accidental to circura stances pertainin' to the fact that I r«- member now     You never seen me '"-<
all.
guessed   nt found 'em." "Found  thom;
"Yos, sir. There was that Uttle bag almost atop of the sand, account of wind and rain. Then thero was a rec¬ ord of the claim, our claim. It's been flled on ln'foro. We made a mistake and flled on tho wrong section. When me and Billy wont to tile I uoth od tho clerk said something about havln' neighbors on the claiui noxt, but 1 was scared of answoiin' too many questions, so I give him soiiie cigars and boat it." "^^¦ho owns our claim, then?" "Tliat's the (piwM- part of it You know the gtiy wo givo tho water to— the one that died mit there. He owns the claim, or he did. It b(;longs by rights to his girl now. His name was Andre Lacharme." "Lacharme:"
"Y'es; Louise's pa, HecoUect your boss tellln' us how the Hose Girl's daddy was mlssin' out in the Mojave? Then they was a letter—old and 'most wore out—from Walter Stono himself. It was to llim—her pa—tellin' him about the little Loul.se baby and askin' him to como to the .Moonstone und tnke a Job and quit iirospoctin'. That'- whore we stand." l.oulse, breathless. lIsteiiiMl and could
In uiy soup, did you?"
"But .vou're different."
"That's    tile     bloat ¦ every     .'•earlm'
mtikes  till he grows up and hnds oW
he's  a  cow Jest  like  his   ma      1   aint
difTerent Insido.    .\nd bleodin' inside i*
dangerousor    than     bleodin     outside
Listen:     Romomber the  llttlo  firo  li»
side  tho trnck   when  we wa- way  up
in tho big hills'-   Reiiiomber the curve.
like a snake unwindln' whero she rna
You recollec" j round the hill, und  nothin' beyond lun
space und  the  sun drlppin'  red  in  thf
I ocean?     Rememtier   the   chicken    wf
swiped and or that night?    Listen:
It's beat it, no, while .vour feet are m;i.t<n. And we'll see tlie whole tJnlted St.ites With   a   smoke   and   a  pa!   and   a   tire   at
nifrlit. And up attain fn the morn'm' bright. With ret!,in" but road and sky In Blffhi And nothin' to do but go
Then beat It, bn, wlnle me walkin" '8 gooii. And the blrdy on the wires Is sawln' wo-id. If today ain't the finest for you and me. There's   always    tomorrow,    that's    goul'
to be. And the day after th.it is a-comln'.   See'
And nothin' to ilo but go.
I'm
with   lhe   n^rvou
not believe th.'it she was real.
I was  not  u  dream
Her futher' "1  s(>, n a  law.\e
Overl.ind.   "lie,- I that   the  cl;,i:n   i
prosl ," !.,;¦   . I wc  w,,;\e,i   ¦ I work ,-1
ain't   I   .
hers. ( ; dug, a:i ! to yi-iii. '. nothin" I ••\\h\ j Collie, "Because,
lose Vour j the Hos, . ! SuboV T!:. ' She d'Hi   .
.\Kdi-.-  1.
that this eli.irnic'
the   raintjlin' feet That never was made for a steady beat I had many a Job for a little spoil; I been  on  the bum and I've  hit It  sweJl, But there's only one road to Fare-ye-weil,
And nothin' to do but ko.
"With nothing to tio but go." whis¬ pered Collie. "Hod. we've always l)eeB friends"
"You bet your retuni ticket!"
"And We are always going to be,'''' said (.'ollle. "I gitosw that settles It I—I wish Saunders- had   rinished me."
I>iulse. numb .'rom sitting still s« long, moved slightly.
•'What's that?" o.xclainietl Collie.
"Jest some of your little old idea* chanirin' cars," rii>li<x3 Overland. "You'll got use.1 to It."
"No: I hoard something."
"You'll be seoin' things next    Got t match?    I'm  jest  dyin'   for a  smoka Remeudier wlioii she give us the mak¬ in's and von L-i't  hot. nf m.,''" (To be Oontinued)
Vou seo,
;i'  nil  I'l
kid. you got  the most  i "
I'hanco Is .-ilMuit gone wltli
.1  if yoii  let g.) the gold,
little   Rose   (;u-I   is   wl-e.
i\e   tA\-o  cents   for  money.
But siic aint  fooll.sh onougli  to marr.\
a iiunihcr tliat's workin' for wages on
her uncli>'s ranch.    .Vnd when she gets
all me and Billy made and your shari'
she'll be rich.    Thut  won't  be no time
for you   to go  courtln'  her.     It  ain't
lhat   yeu   ain't  good  enough   for  any
girl.    But now'days things Is different
You got to have money "
"Do   .\ ou   think   Louise   would   tike the money?" asked Collie.
"I   don't   know.     But  thut   uln't  tt. We   either   give   it   UP- or   w«-   ili-ut't
Nict.   C. Iroom   Ornamentk
Count  Molike  lu   iSTiO  aciompaii!.<i
tho.iown prince of Pnis.sia to Mo.s<    v
'  lhe coronation of Alexander
bill in the KremlUi  Me'" ••
.;  to a  groU[> of  I
 ¦ frntn   central
\Mt; full of dii .
rt'.'.il .anian   mn:
¦   whetlier tin- ' .   i,,ad'Hl.    -W . theu.  U'  ti.e.v   w. : ^ ! 'ho .SiiOkesmau to his   1 .    t::a'.    1. liced   s;i( ti   u  sttbu'k     '. at laat," he said.   1 b;   • found  un Icnime serlem." " a tnan "   " is what he looks and means whai says.
I alk and ArtT "It'.s   a   treat   to   heur   Dol»8on   talk, about uit.    He seenw to have fhe su;) Ject ut his hngers' ends."
"Not ipiite: merely at hia tongue's end. If he had It at his flngen' ends he would talk less and fmint more.-'-SL Louis Post-DLsimtrh.
MIsdaals. Silllcus Ixive is u game lo which Cupld deals the cards. Cynlcuo Tlien why does he so often deal from tlie bottom of the deckT f'bUadelpbto Record.