Pittston Gazette

              5'ji' iRk jf ;D' V- '?;.,"" tmblUhed 1850. I VOL. i. No. IS ) Oldest Newspaper in the Wyomioe Vallev PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1899. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. 1 Sl.OO a Year I in AdvnM. her yellow nankeen sunbonnet, a hiaeous affair that would have ruined any other woman, but which only enhanced tho piquancy of her fresh brunette skin, tied the strings, letting the blue black braids escape below Its frilled curtain behind, jumped on her mustang with a casual display of agile ankles In shapely white stockings, whistled to the hound and, waring her hand with a "So long, sonny I" to the lately bereft but admiring nephew, Happed and fluttered away in her short brown holland gown. She took Reuben's picture from the window and laid It on her workbox. And to think she did npt even know this young man's name! That was queer—to be kissed by a man whom she might never know! Of course he knew hers. She wondered if he remembered it and her. But of course he was so glad to get off with his life that he never thought of anything else. Yet she did not give more than foar or five minutes to these speculations and, like a sensible girl, thought of something else. Once again, however, in opening the closet she found the brown holland gown she had worn on the day before, thought it very unbecoming and regretted that she had not worn her best gown on her visit to Bed Pete's cottage. On such an occasion she really might have been more Impressive.slightly. She reflected suddenly that ghosts did not stumble, and a feeling of relief came over her. And it was no assassin of her father that had been prowling around, only this unhappy fugitive. A momentary color came Into her cheek. Her coolness and hardihood returned. It was with a tinge of sauclness In her voice that she said: Larrabee and he fired them shots to lure me out, he mout have potted me, without a show, a dozen times in the last five minutes." "I ain't no boss thief," said Madison grimly. It draws the metal rings of the rosettes against the roots of the horse's ears, where their pressure causes acute pain. All metal ornaments of any weight at the top of the crownplece, behind and between the ears, should be removed because of their pressure upon the base of the brain. THE NEGLECTED WEDDIN Sitli tfi"1 17 SMI "Nobody says you are,* but you'd be wuss, a fool, ef you aidn't take him. I'm testimony that you found him among your bosses. I'll tell Judge Boompointer you've got him, and you kin send him back when you're safe. The Judge will be mlglity glad to get him back and call it quits. So, ef you've writ to Salomy Jane, come." SALOrtY JANE'S ft&S. Research Reveals That la Literature and Art It Has Beea Slighted. One of the oddities of literature Is the reticence of authors concerning weddings. Bulky volumes are devoted to circumstantial accounts of the vicissitudes of courtship, yet the wedding, the climax to which all the preceding chapters have led up. Is dismissed in a paragraph. Often the novelist stops short at the engagement, leaving the reader in doubt whether the wedding ever took place or whether the prospective bride exercised woman's Inalienable right to change her mind. All this is done notwithstanding the fact that the wedding day is popularly supposed to be certainly the happiest if it Is not also the most important event in the Urea of the men and women —a day of feasting and rejoicing, rich in what Is known In New York daily newa- She hadn't thought since of her father's enemy! It might indeed have been he who had attacked Jnck. But she made a quick point of the suggestion. "Run In, dad, run in and find the gun. You've got no show out here without it." She seized him by the shoulders from behind, shielding him from the woods, and hurried him, half expostulating, half struggling, to the house. Ml Ifl - • • . •- ; •• /- . - BY BRET HARTE. V / y jBsjif: If blinders are used care sbould be taken that they stand well out from the horse's eyes, otherwise, by pressing upon the eyeballs, they cause intense pain and also obscure the range of vision. In all cases, unless the horse Is so accustomed to blinders that It Is absolutely unsafe to drive him without, they should be dispensed with, for they add nothing to a horse's appearance, and he is much more comfortable without them. In fact, colts should be trained to drive with an open bridle, and It were well if laws were enacted to that effect "I reckoned you were a ghost." "Ifs a little riskier comln back alive," she said, with a levity that died on her lips, for a singular nervousness, half fear and half expectation, was beginning to take the place of her relief of a moment ago. "Then It was you who was prowlln round and makln tracks in the far pasture?" is Mndison Clay no longer hesitated. Salomy Jane might return at any moment—It would be part of her fool womanlshness—and he was in no mood to see her before a third party. He laid the note on the table, gave a hurried glance around the house, which he grimly believed he was leaving forever, and, striding to the door, leaped on the stolen horse and swept away with his kinsman. A • 3 * Copyright, 1899, by Bret Harte. Her father's house was four miles distant. Contrasted with the cabin she had Just quitted, it was a superior dwelling, with a long "lean to" at the rear, which brought the eaves almost to the ground and made it look like a low triangle. It had a long barn and cattle sheds, for Madison Clay was a "great" stock raiser adff the owner of a "quarter section." It had a sitting room and a parlor organ, whose transportation thither bad been a marvel of packing. These things were supposed to give Salomy Jane an undue Importance, but the girl's reserve and inaccessibility to local advances were rather the result of a cool, laxy temperament and the preoccupation of a large, protecting admiration for her father, for some years a widower. But there no gun was to be found. It was strange. It irfust have been mislaid in some corner. Was he sure he had not left it in the barn? But no matter now. The danger was over. The Larrabee trick had failed. He must go to bed now, and in the morning they would make a search together. At the same time she had inwardly resolved to rise before him and make another search of the wood and perhaps, fearful Joy as she recalled her promise, find him, alive and well, awaiting her! tTOHr "ffoffi—noticing ffie singular change which had taken place in the second captive since the episode of the kiss. His high color remained as If it had burned through his mask of Indifference. His eyes were quick, alert and keen, his mouth half open, as If the girl's kiss still lingered there. And that baste bad made them careless, for the.horse of the man who led him slipped in a gopher bole, rolled over, unseated his rider and even dragged the bound and helpless second captive from Judgn Boo hi pointer's favorite mare. In an instant they were all on their feet again, but In that supreme moment the second captive had felt tliat the cords which bound his arms hau slipped to his wrists. By keeping his elbows to his sides and obliging the others to help him mount it escaped their notice. By riding close to his captors and keeping in the crush of the throng be further concealed the accident, slowly working his hands uownward out of his bonds. CHAPTER L Only one shot had been fired. It had gone wide of its mark, the ringleader of the vigilantes, and had left Red Pete, who had fired It, covered by their rifles and at their mercy, for his hand had been cramped by hard riding and his eye distracted by their sudden onset, and so the inevitable end had come. He submitted sullenly to his captors. His companion fugitive and horse thief gave up the protracted struggle with a feeling not unlike relief. Even the hot and vengeful victors were content. They had taken their men alive. At any time during the long chase they could have brought them down by a "Yes; I came Btralght yere when I got away." When her father came home that night, she asked him the news. No, they had not captured the second horse thief, who was still at large. Judge Boompolnter talked of Invoking the aid of the despised law. It remained then to see wh cither the horse thief was fool enough to try to get rid of the animal. Red Pete's body had been delivered to his widow. Perhaps it would only be neighborly for Salomy Jane to ride over to the funeral, but Salomy Jane did not take to the suggestion kindly, nor yet did she explain to her father that, as the other man was still living, she did ..not care to undergo a second disciplining at the widow's hands. Nevertheless she contrasted her situation with that of the widow with a new tind singular satisfaction. It might have been Red Pete who had escaped, but he had not the grit of the nameless one. She had already settled his heroic Quality. She felt his eyes were burning her," *)ut did not dare to raise her own. "Why"— she began, hesitated and ended vaguely, "How did yoO get yere?" "You helped me." But that note lay for a week undisturbed on the table In full view of the open door. The house was Invaded by leaves, pin# cones, birds and squirrels during the hot, silent, empty days and at night by shy, stealthy creatures, but never again, day or night, by any of the Clay family. It was known in the district that Clay had fled across the state line, his daughter was believed to have joined him the next day, and the house was supposed to be locked up. It lay off the main road, and few passed that way. The starving cattle In the corral at last broke bounds and spread over the woods. And one night a stronger blast than usual swept through the house and carried the note from the table to the floor, where, whirled into a crack In the flooring, it slowly rotted. that artists the pleasing r as authors, ttle pictures Colombo aa a Bad Man. Of "ir Professor Cesare Lombroso D"»« collected a lot of hard stories about Christopher Columbus, and has exploited them in the July number of The Forum. They are not all of them new. We think Castelar told some of them In his articles on Columbus several years since. It seems the great discoverer was without moral sense, that he had a career as a pirate In his earlier youth, was lax In his relations with women, very cruel In his requirements of the natives whom he found in the West Indies, and according to Professor Lombroso, he was an Inveterate and unscrupulous liar. He was Ignorant, also, we are told, of the character of his discoveries, but there surely was no moral guilt here. The professor seems charitably to regard Columbus as what we call now a degenerate. There was a twist in his mind which made him practically insane. We have long been familiar with the line, "Great wit to madness sure Is near allied," but perhaps great courage would better apply In the case of Columbus. His was the most fortunate instance of courage bordering on Insanity on record are in existence. "Holy Families," "Madonnas" and "Mother Loves" may be numbered by hundreds. There are enough paintings of "News From the Front" to show that mankind always hare been kept well informed of the progress of events on the line of battle. Cupid, even, has had no trouble in getting his pranks perpetuated in unfading pigments. But Hymen rarely has found an opportunity t* appear on canvas. A careful search through all available data reveals the existence in Europe and America of only 110 paintings portraying incidents directly connected with the wedding day. This does not include the numerous conceptions of the "Marriage in Can*" nor the still more numerous "Marriages of St. Catherine." Of thf~" latter there are enough injEngi' lections alone to fill a good^* It is a poor English art col' that does not contain at riage of St Catherine." Tu. four "Marriages of St Cathe. only three other paintings of w». in a total of 2,745 pictures. The same data which contain re ences to the 110 wedding  mention two paintings on the sur divorce. A proportion of two V rations to 110 marriages sho^ divorce rate in art as in "Yes. That kiss you gave me put life inter me, gave me strength to get away. I swore to myself I'd come back and thank you, alive or dead." Salomy Jane slept little that night, nor did her father, but toward morning he fell Into a tired man's slumber until the Bun was well up in the horizon. Far different was it with his daughter. She lay with her face to the window, her head half lifted to catch every sound, from the creaking of the sun warped shingles above her head to the faroff moan of the rising wind in the pine trees. Sometimes she fell Into a breathless, half ecstatic trance, living over every moment of the stolen Interview, feeling the fugitive's arm still around her, his kiss on her lips, hearing his whispered voice In her ears, the birth of her new life! Every word he paid she could have anticipated, so plain the situation i.eemed to her now, and every word he laid she knew was the truth. Yet her cool common sense struggled against It Mr. Madison Clay's life had been threatened In one or two feuds—It was said, not without cause—and it Is possible that the pathetic spectacle of her father doing his visiting with a shotgun may have touched her closely and somewhat prejudiced her against the neighboring masculinity. The thought that cattle, horses and "quarter section" would one day be hers did not disturb her calm. As for Mr. Clay, be accepted her as housewifely, though somewhat Interfering, and, being one of his own womankind, therefore not without some degree of merit * "Wot's this yere I'm hearin of your doin's over at Red Pete's? Honeyfoglln with a horse thief, eh?" said Mr. Clay two days later at breakfast. rifle shot but It would have been unsportsmanlike and have ended in a free fight instead of an example. And, for the matter of that, their doom was already sealed. Their end by a rope and a tree, although not sanctioned by law, would have at least the deliberation of Justice. It was the tribute paid by the vigilantes to that order which they themselves had disregarded in the pursuit and capture. Yet this strange logic of the frontier sufficed them and gave a certain dignity to the climax. "Wot's the use of your escapln ef you're comin back yere to be ketched ag'in?" she said pertly. He drew a little nearer to her, but seemed to her the more awkward as she resumed her self possession. His voice, too, was broken as If by exhaustion as he said, catching his breath at intervals: t Their way lay through a sylvan wilderness, middle deep in ferns, whose tall fronds brushed their horses' sides in their furious gallop and concealed the flapping of the captive's loosened cords. The peaceful vista, more suggestive of the offerings of nymphs and shepherds than of human sacrifice, was in a strange contrast to this whirlwind rush of stern, armed men. The westering sun pierced the subdued light and the tremor of leaves with yellow lances, birds started Into song on blue and dovelike wings, and on either side of the trail of this vengeful storm could be heard the murmur of hidden and tranquil waters. But, though the sting of her father's reproach was spared her, Salomy Jane had no need of the letter to know what had happened, for as she entered the woods In the dim light of that morning she saw the figure of Dart gliding from the Shadow of a pine toward her. The unaffected cry of Joy that rose from her lips died there as she caught sight of his face in the open light. "Ton ain't harkin to me, Salomy." Salomy Jane started. This was followed again by a period of agonizing dread—that he might even then be lying, ebbing his life away, In the woods, with her name on his lips, and she resting here inactive—until she half started from her bed to go to his succor. And this went on until a pale opal glow came into the sky, followed by a still paler pink on the summit of the white Sierras, when she rose and hurriedly began to dress. Still so sanguine was her hope of meeting him that she lingered yet a moment to select the brown holland skirt and yellow sunbonnet she had worn when she first saw him. And she had seen bim only twice, only twice! It would be cruel, too cruel, not to see him again. one 44 "Yere I'm askin you if you've seen that hound, Phil Larrabee, sneak In by you today?" "Ill tell you. You did more for me than you think. You made another man of me. I never had a man, woman or child do to me wot you did. I never had a friend, only a pal like Red Pete, who picked me up 'on the shares.' I 'want to quit this yere wot I'm doin. I want to begin by doin the square thing to you." He stopped, breathed hard and then said brokenly: "My boss Is over thar, staked out. I want to give him to you. Judge Boom pointer will give you $1,000 for him. I ain't lyln. It's God's truth. I saw it on the handbill ag'in a tree. Take him, and I'll get away afoot. Take him. It's the only thing I cau do for you, and I know It don't half pay for wot you did. Take It. Your father can get a reward for you ef you can't." "Ef you've got anything to say to your folks, say It now, and say It quick," said the ringleader. Salomy Jane had not. But she became Interested and self reproachful, for she knew that Phil Larrabee was one of her father's enemies. "He wouldn't dare to go by yere unless he knew you were out," she said quickly. Bed Pete glanced around him. He bad been run to earth at his own cabin in the clearing, whence a few relatives and friends, mostly women and children, non combatants, had overflowed, gating vacantly at the 20 vigilantes who surrounded them. All were accustomed to scenes of violence, blood feud, chase and hardship. It was only the suddenness of the onset and Its quick result that had surprised them. They looked on with dazed curiosity and some disappointment There had been no fight to speak of, no upectaele. A boy, nephew of Red Pete, got upon the rain barrel to view the proceedings more comfortably. A tall, handsome, lazy Kentucky girl, a visiting neighbor, leaned against the doorpost, chewing gum. Only a yellow hound was actively perplexed. He could not make out if a bunt were Just over or beginning and ran eagerly backward and forward, leaping alternately upon the captives and the captors. The ringleader repeated his challenge. Bed Pete gave a reckless laugh and looked at his wife, at which Mrs. Bed Pete came forward. It seemed that he had much to say, incoherently, furiously, vindictively, to the ringleader. His soul would roast In hell for that day's work! He called himself a man, skulking In the open and afraid to show himself except with a crowd of other "Idyls" around a bouse of women and children. Heaping insult on insult, inveighing against his low blood, his ancestors, his dubious origin. she at last flung out a wild taunt of his Invalid wife, the Insult of a woman to a woman, until his white face grew rigid and only that western American fetich of the sanctity of sex kept his twitching fingers from the lock of his rifle. Even her husband noticed it, and, with a half authoritative "Let up on that, old gal," and a pat of his freed left hand on her back, took his last parting. The ringleader, still white under the lash of the woman's tongue, turned abruptly to the second captive, "And, ef you've got anybody to say goodby to, now's your chance," The man looked up Nobody stirred or spoke. He was a stranger there, being a chance confederate picked up by Red Pete and known to no one. Still young, but an outlaw from his abandoned boyhood, of which father and piother were only an ugly forgotten dream, he loved horses and stale them, fully accepting the frontier penalty of life for the Interference with that animal on which a man's life so often depended. But be understood the good points of a horse, as was shown by the one he bestrode, until a few days before the property of Judge Boompointer. This was his sole distinction. "I reckon you heard about the straight thing, then," said Salomy Jane unconcernedly, without looking around. "You're hurt," she said, clutching his arm passionately. "No," he said, "but I wouldn't mind that ef"— the statistics show "Wot do you kalkllate Rube will say to it? Wot are you goin to tell him?" said Mr. Clay sarcastically. "That's what gets me," he said, scratching his "I've been kind of thinkin of him all day, and one of them Chinamen said he saw him at Sawyers Crossing. He was a kind of friend of Pete's wife. That's why I thought you might find out ef he'd been there." Salomy Jane grew more self reproachful at her father's self interest In her neighborilness. "But that ain't all," continued Mr. Clay. "Thar was traclgp over the far pasture that warn't mine. I followed them, and they went round and round the house two or three times, as ef they mout have been prowlln, and then I lost 'em In the woods ag'ln. It's just like that sneakin hound LarralDee to have been lyln in wait for me and afraid to meet a man fair and square in the open." A Man For All That. "You're thinkin I -was afeared to come back last night when I heard the shootln, but I did come," she went on feverishly. "1 ran back yere when I heard the two shots, but you were gone. 1 went to the corral, but your hoss wasn't there, and I thought you'd got away." A poor man, with a ragged hat and dirty trousers, apparently a day laborer, was one of five on a Madison avenue car. The man next to him on the crowded seat was neatly dressed and, to Save his new trousers, edged away as far as possible from his unkemjgt neighbor. A woman pushed her way in between the seats. The poor man promptly gave her his place. She took it without a word. Soon a man sitting beside her got off the car. The dirty man took his place. The woman glanced at his trousers and edged away from him. The poor man looked off into the mist, some of which was in his eyes.—New York Commercial Advertise*.41 of lists who have were American i; the the Rube, or Reuben, Waters was a swain supposed to be favored particularly by Mr. Clay. Salomy Jane looked up. In a few moments tbey would be on the open ridge, whence sloped the common turnpike to Sawyers, a mile away. It was the custom of returning cavalcades to take this hill at headlong speed, with shouts and cries that heralded their coming. They withheld the latter that day as inconsistent with their dignity, but, emerging from the wood, swept silently like an avalanche down the slope. They were well under way, looking only to their horses, when the second captive slipped his right arm from the bondsjod succeeded in grasping the reins that lay trailing on the horse's neck. A sudden vaquero Jerk, which the well trained animal understood, threw him on his ig in ] tions in tered all "I'll tell him that when he's on his way to be hung I'll kiss him, not till then," Said the young lady brightly. She crept softly down the stairs, listening to the long drawn breathing of her father in his bedroom, and then, by the light of a guttering candle, scrawled a note to him, begging him not to trust himself out of the house until she returned from her Bearch, and, leaving the note open on the table, swiftly ran out into the growing day. This delightful witticism suited the paternal humor, and Mr. Clay smiled, but nevertheless be frowned a moment afterward. "1 did get away," said Dart gloomily. "I killed the man, thinkin he was hunt- In me and forgettln I was disguised. He thought 1 was your father." Such were the ethics of this strange locality that neither the man who made the offer nor the girl to whom it was made was struck by anything that seemed illogical or Indelicate or at all inconsistent with justice or the horse thief's real conversion. Salomy Jane nevertheless dissented from another and weaker reason. • "Yes," said the girl Joyfully, "he was after dad, and you—you killed him." She again cauglft his hand admiringly. "But this yere boss thief got away arter all, and that's a hoss of a different color," be said grimly. But he did not respond. Possibly there were points of honor which this horse thief felt vaguely with her father. "Listen," he said grimly. "Others think it was your father killed him. When I did it, for he fired at me first, I ran to the corral ag'ln and took my hoss, thinkin J mout be follered. I made a clear circuit of the house, and when 1 fired he was the only one, and no one was follerln. I come back and Salomy Jane put down her knife and fork. This was certainly a new and different phase of the situation. She had never thought of It before, and, strangely enough, for the first time she became Interested In the man. "Got away," she repeated. "Did they let him off?" on i Three hours afterward Mr. Madison Clay awoke to the sound of loud knocking. At first this forced itself upon his consciousness as his daughter's regular morning summons and waa responded to by a grunt of recognition and a nestling closer to his blankets. Then he awoke with a start and a muttered oath, remembering the events of last nfglit and his Intention to get up early, and rolled out of bed. Becoming aware by this time that the knocking was at the outer door and hearing the shout of a familiar voice, he hastily pulled on his boots and his jean trousers and, fastening a single suspender over his shoulder as he clattered down stairs, stood In the lower room. The door was open, and waiting upon the threshold was his kinsman, an old ally in many a blood feud, Breckinridge Clay. "I don't want your hoss, though I reckon dad mout. But you're Just starvin. I'll get suthin." She turned toward the house. MATRON AND MAID. have devote ies of the shows the c pis. unnftutr "You Just lie low, dad, for a day or two more and let me do a little prowlln," said the girl, with sympathetic Indignation In her dark eyes. "Ef it's that skunk, I'll spot him soon enough and let you know whar he's hidin." Miss Ellen C. Witter of Denver is the only woman authorized to practice before the United States land office. ess "Say, you'll take the hoss first," he said, grasping her hand. At the touch she felt herself coloring and struggled, expecting perhaps another kiss. But he dropped her hand. She turned again with a saucy gesture, said, "Hoi' on; I'll come right back," and slipped away, the mere shadow of a coy and flying nymph in the moonlight, until she reached tfce house. Here Bhe not qnly procured food and whisky, but added a long dust coat and hat of her father's to her burden. They would serve as a disguise for him and hide that heroic figure, which Bhe thought everybody must now know as she did. Then she rejoined him breathlessly. But he put the food and whisky aside. Being a titled editor pays. Lady Randolph Churchill has 3,000 subscriber* who paid $20 a year in advance for her quarterly, The Anglo-Saxon. Miss L. L. M. Coote, the daughter of the secretary of the British Vigilance association, has just accomplished the dangerous fept of climbing the Matterhorn. Helen GouW has studied law and could, if she desired, make a first class lawy#r. Her to anything masculine in a woman has kept her from fol- "Not much," said her father briefly; "slipped his cords and, going down the grade, pulled up short. Just like a vaquero ag'in a lassoed bull, almost draggin the man leadln him off his boss, and they skyutted up the grade. For that matter, on that hoss of Judge Boompsintefs he mout have dragged the whole posse of 'em down on their snees et ne Uked. sarved 'em rignt too. Instead of strlngln him up afore the door or shootin him on sight, they must allow to take him down afore the hull committee for an example. Example' be blowed! Thar's example enough when some stranger cornea unbeknownst slap onter a man banged to a tree and plugged full of holes. That*s an example, and he knows wot It means. Wot more do you want? But then those vigilantes Is alius cltngln and hangin onter some mere scrap of the law they're pretendin to despise. It makes me sick! Why, when Jake Myers shot your ole aunt Vlney's second husband and I laid in wait for Jake afterward In the Butternut hollow, did I tie him to his hoss and fetch him down to your aunt Vlney's cabin for an example before I plugged him? No!" in deep disgust. "No! Why, I Just meandered through the wood, earelesslike, till he cohies out, and I Just rode up to him, and I said"— "You'll Just stay where you are, Salomy," said her father decisively. "This ain't no woman's work, though I ain't sayln you haven't got more head for it than some men I know." ly a " "''V ' and two of Nevertheless that night, after her father had gone to bed, Salomy Jane aat by the open window of the sitting room in an apparent attitude of languid contemplation, but alert and intent of eye and ear. It was a fine moonlit night Two pines near the door, solitary pickets of the serried ranks of distant forest, cast long shadows like paths to the cottage and sighed their spiced breath In the windows, for there was no frivolity of vine or flower round Salomy Jane's bower. The clearing was too recent, the life too practical for vanities like these. But the moon added a vague elusiveness to everything, softened the rigid outlines of the shells, gave shadows to the Udless windows and touched with merciful indirectness the hideous debris of refuse gravel and the gaunt scars of burned vegetation before the door. Even Salomy Jane was affected by It and exhaled BOtnething between a sigh and a yawn with the breath of the pines. Then she suddenly sat uprightCHAPTER II. lowing a public career. tolerated only considered inC Lady Blennerhasset, who recently received the "golden palm" from the French ministry of education In recognition of her services to French literature, is a doctor of philosophy of Munich university.kK. "You are a cool one, Mad," said the latter In half admiring Indignation. Cktrgci It has often bee. not stop to think « In a battle to charge, head and goes forward trance, if there may be , thing. Certainly someth fell upon Private A. A. t of Company K of the Cole !m the Philippines. He ha. the lines to try to provide ti company with some breakfai order to charge was given. H ing in his hand bat a lat which he had been using to dk beans, bat he dashed ahead with er men. The element of corned pea red when he found a gun be the dead body of one of the enemy, and appropriating it, did good execution. But the men of his company have not yet oeased to celebrate his famous charge with the bean spoon. And they are right, for the action of the gallant cook showed that he was made of the stuff of which heroes are manufactured. The war in the far east has been prolific in incidents which go to show that the average man in this country is of good material.—New York Times. "Listen," he said. "I've turned the hoss Inter your corral. You'll find him thar In the mornln, and no one will know but that he got lost and Joined the other houses." "Wot's up?" said the bewildered Madison. Miss Margaret B. Barnard has been installed as pastor of the Unitarian church in Chelsea, Mass. The Rev. Samuel A. Eliot, secretary of the American Unitarian association, preached the Installation sermon. She prated a kits upon hU lips. haunches, with his fore legs firmly planted on the slope. The rest of the cavalcade swept on. The man who was leading the captive's horse by the rlata, thinking only of another accident, dropped the line to save himself from being dragged backward from his horse. The captive wheeled and the next moment was galloping furiously up the slope. "You ought to be, and scootln out of this," said Breckinridge grimly. "It's all very well to know nothln, but yere's Phil Larrabee's friends have just picked him up, drilled through with slugs and deader nor a crow, and now they're lettin loose Larrabee's two half brothers on you. And you must go like a durned fool and leave these yere things behind you in the bresh," he went on querulously, lifting Madison Clay's dust coat, hat and shotgun from his horse, which stood saddled at the door. "Luckily I picked 'em up In the woods comln yere. You ain't got more than time to get over the state line and among your folks thar afore they'll be down on you. Hustle, old man! Wot are you gawkin and starln at?" Adelaide Ristori, the great Italian ae tresfc has jnst been celebrating at Rome the fiftieth anniversary of the birth of her only son, Marquis Giorgio Capr&nica Del Grillo, gentletnan in waiting to Queen Juargherita. Then she burst out: "But you—you! Wot will become of you? You'll be ketched!" -#• "I'll manage to get away," he said In a low voice, "et—ef— b r? He leaped on the stolen horse and swept "Ef wot?" she said tremblingly. "Ef you'll put the heart In me ag'in —as you did!" he gasped. away with his Kingman. Miss Nannie Randolph Heth, who was the sponsor for the entire south at the Confederate reunion at Charleston last May, has presented to the president, in a frame, the resolutions adopted by the sponsors at the reunion. took off my disguise. Then I beard his friends find him in the wood, and 1 know they suspected your father. And then another man came through the woods while I was liidin and found the clothes and took 'em away." He stopped and stared at her gloomily. # It was the work of a moment, a trained horse and an experienced hand. The cavalcade had covered nearly GO yards before they could pull up. The freed captive bad covered half that distance up hill. The road was so narrow that only two shots could be fired, and these broke dust two yards ahead of the fugitive. They had not dared to fire low. The horse was the more valuable animal. The fugitive knew this In hlB extremity also and would have gladly taken a shot In his pwu leg to spare that of his hor»ft. Five men were detached Ut recapture or kill him. The latter seemed Inevitable. But he bad calculated his chances. Before they could reload he had reached the woods again. Winding in and out between the pillared tree trunkst he offered no mark. They knew hi* horse was superior to their own. At the end of two hours they returned, for be had disappeared without track or tralL The end was briefly told in The Sierra Record: She tried to laugh, to move away. She could do neither. Suddenly he caught her in his arms, with a long kiss, which she returned again and again. Then they stood embraced as they had embraced two days before, but no longer the same, for the cool, lazy Salomy Jane had been transformed into another womau, a passionate, clinging savage. Perhaps something of her father's blood had surged within her at that supreme moment. The man stood erect and determined. One of the largest birthday presents ever given was that recently by Miss Mary Crocker of S*i Francisco, who, when she celebrated her eighteenth birthday, was handed by the iexecutora of her father's estate securities to the amount of $3,000,000. But Saiomy Jane had heard her fatiter's story before. Even one's dearest relatives are apt to became tiresome In narration. "I know, dad," she interrupted, "but this yere man, this hoss thief, did he get clean away without gettin hurt at all?" Her quick ear had caught a faint click, click, in the direction of the wood. Iler quicker Instinct and rustic training enabled her to determine that It was the ring of a horse's shoe on flinty ground. Her knowledge of the locality told her It came from the spot # But all this was unintelligible to the girl. "Dad would have got the better of him ef you hadn't" she said eagerly, "so what's the difference?" Madison Clay had stared amazed and bewildered, horror stricken. The Incidents of the past night for the first time flashed upon him clearly, hopelessly— th«! shot, his finding Salomy Jane stone In the woods, her confusion and anxiety to rid herself of him, the disappearance of the shotgun and now this new discovery of the taking of his bat and coat for a disguise. She had killed Paul Larrabee in that disguise after provoking his first harmless shot! She, his own child, Salomy Jane, had disgraced herself by a man's crime, had disgraced him by usurping his right and taking a mean advantage, by deceit, of a foe! The unexpected question stirred him for a moment out of the attitude of reckless Indifference, for attitude it was and a part of his profession, but it may have touched him that at that qwmpnt be was (ess than his Companion and his virago wife. However, be only shook his head. As he did so bis eye casually fell on the handsome girl by the doorpost, who was looking at him. The ringleader, too, may have been torched by bis complete lonell? ness, for be hesitated. At the same moment be saw that the girl was looking at his friendless captive. "All the same," he said gloomily, "I must take his place." Ten-year-old Carrie S. Shubrick, who will christen the torpedo boat Shubrick, lives at ltooky Mount, S. C., and is the granddaughter of Lieutenant Edmund T. Shubrick, whose father was the famous commander. She is also the great-grandniece of Bear Admiral William B. Shu brick. "He did, and unless he's fool enough to sell1 the hoss he kiq keep away too. So, you see, you can't ladle out that purp stuff about a dyln stranger to Rube. He won't swaller it" She did not understand, but turned her head to her master. "Then you'll go back with me and tell him all?" she said obediently. A baggage track stood on the Union lepot platform the other day on which ay in careless fashion 11 chunks of what ooked like pig lead. They were shaped, for want of a more familiar object, a good deal like sponge cakes, 6 inches high and perhaps 10 inches by 7 across the top. The bottom was of slightly leas area. Stamped on one end of one of them was "1,088 os." The rest were of abont similar weight. All bore the imprint "999 fine." The pigs were silver from the Argentine smelter and worth, on the market, 1750 apiece. The track's A Fortue Lett "Wot's your name?" she whispered quickly. It was a woman's quickest way of defining her feelings. "All the same, dad," returned the girl cheerfully, "I reckon to say It, and say more. I'll tell him tbftt ef be manages to get fiway, too, I'll marry him—there! But you don't ketch Rube takln any such risks In gettin ketcbed or In gettin away arter." "Yes," he said. "Dart." "Your first name?" She put her hand In his, and they crept out of the wood together. She foresaw a thousand difficulties, but, chlefest of all, that he did not love her as he did. She would not have taken these risks against their happiness. Miss Eve Blantyre Simpson, who is visiting Boston, is the daughter of the late Sir Janios Young Simpson, the dis coverer of chloroform. She has publish eCl a life of her father as well as one of Robert Louis Stevenson, whom she knew very well, and her home in Edinburgh is the center of a pleasant literary society. "Jack." "Let me go now, Jack. Lie low in the woods till tomorrow .sun up. I'll come agi'n." Madison Clay smiled grimly, pushed back his chair, rose, dropped a per* functory kiss on his daughter's hair and, taking his shotgun from the corner, departed on a peaceful Samaritan mission to a cow that had dropped a calf In the far pasture. Inclined as he was to Reuben's wooing from his eligibility as to property, he was conscious that he was sadly deficient In certain qualities Inherent in the Clay family. It certainly would tDq a kind of misalliance. He released her. Yet she lingered a moment. "Put On those things," she said, with a sudden happy flash of eyes and teeth, "and lie close till I come." And then she sped away home. But alas for ethics and heroism! As they were issuing from the wood they heard the sound of galloping hoofs and had barely time to hide themselves before Madison Clay, on the stolen horse of Judge Boompolnter, swept past them with his kinsman. Miss Margaret Astor Chanler of New York city, who identified herself with the Red Cross work during the Spanish- American war, will accompany her brother, Representative Elect William Astor Chanler, to Washington upon his taking his seat in congress and purposes establishing her home at the capital. | A grotesque idea struck him. seemingly deserted and careless load was "Saiomy Jane, you might do worse fhi|n pome yere and say gpqdby tq a dyln man, and him a stranger,'' he •aid. "Red Pete, the notorious horse {hlef who has so long eluded Justice, was captured and hung by the Sawyers Crossing vigilantes last week. His confederate unfortunately escaped on a valuable horse belonging to Judge Boompolnter. The judge had refused $l,008Kfor the horse only a week before. the thief, who is still at large, would find It difficult to dispose of so valuable an animal without detection, the chances are against either of them turning up again." "Gimme that gun," he said hoarsely. Breckinridge handed him the gun In wonder and slowly gathering suspicion. Madison examined nipple and muzzle. One barrel had been discharged. It was true! The gun dropped from bis hand. worth $7,486.60. It is In this shape silver is shipped. There was little danger of any one running off with them, their weight was so great. — Kansas City, Times. But midway up the distance she felt her feet going slower, and something at her heartstrings seemed to be pulling her back. She stopped, turned and glanced to where he had been standing. Had she seen him then she might have returned, but he had disappeared. She gave her first sigh and then ran quickly again. It must be nearly 10 o'clock! It was not very long to morning I There seemed to be a subtle stroke of poetry and Irony In this that equally struck the apathetic crowd. It was well known that Saiomy Jane Clay thought no small potatoes of herself and always held off the local swain with | la*y, nympbllke scorn. Sjeyet: tbeless she slowly disengaged herself from the doorpost and. to everybody's astonishment, lounged, with languid grace and outstretched hand, toward the prisoner. The color came Into the gray, reckless mask which the doomed man wore as ber right band grasped his left, Just loosed by his captors! Then she paused. Her shy, fawnlike Salomy Jane turned to her lover. And here I might as a moral romancer pause, leaving the guilty, passionate girl, eloped with her disreputable lover, destined to lifelong shame and misery, misunderstood to the last by a criminal, fastidious parent, but I am confronted by certain facts on which this romance is based. A month later a handbill was posted on one of the sentinel pines announcing that the property would be sold by auction to the highest bidder by Mrs. John Dart, daughter of Madison Clay, Esq., and It was sold accordingly. Still later by ten years the chronicler of these pages visited a certain stock or breeding farm In the blue grass country, famous for the popular racers It had produced. He was told that the owner was the best Judge of horseflesh In the country. "Small wonder," added his Informant, "for they say as a young man out In California he was a horse thief and only saved himself by eloping with some rich farmer's daughter. Rut he's a straightout and respectable man now, whose word about horses can't be bought. And as for Ills wife, she's a beauty! To see her at the Springs, rigged out In the latest fash- Ion, you'd never think she had ever lived out of New York or wasn't the wife of one of Its millionaires." KANSAS. "Look here, old man," said Breckinridge, with a darkening face, "thar's been no foul play yere. Thar's been no blrln of men, 110 deputy, to do this Job. You did it, fair and square, yourself." Hetallarir- Hi* will wu of iron, he stoutly declared. But his wife merely smiled and wu not at all ■cared. There must be something radically wrong with the service in a Kansas penitentiary when a convict would rather be hung than to board there.—Detroit Free Left to herself, Baloray Jane stared a long while at the coffeepot and then called the two squaws who assisted her In her houaehold dutlea to clear away the things while ahe went up to her own room to make her bed. Here she was confronted with a possible prospect of that proverbial bed she might be making In her willfulness and on which she must lie In the photograph of a somewhat serious young man of refined features, Reuben Waters, stuck in her window frame. 8alomy Jane smiled over her last witticism regarding him and enjoyed It, like your true humorist, and then, catching sight of her own handsome face In the little mirror, smiled again. But wasn't it funny abou{ that horse thief getting pff after r11? Good Lordy! Fancy Iteuben hearing he was alive and going round with that kiss of hers set on his lips! She laughed again, a little more abstractedly. And he had returned It like a man, holding her tight almost breathless, and he going to be hanged the next minute! Halomy Jane had been kissed at other times by force, chance or stratagem. In a certain ingenuous forfeit game of the locality, known as "J'pj $pluln,ft many had pined for a sweet klsfc from ftalomy Jahe. which she had yielded in a sense of honor and fair play. Bhe had never been kissed like this before —she would never again—and yet the man was alive! And, behold, she could see ljt the mirror that she was blush lng! For his will could be t»nt with facility great; Her "won't" was a furnace that melted it straight. I'ress. She was within a few steps of her own door when the sleeping woods and silent air appeared to suddenly awake with a sharp "crack!" "Yes, by God!" burst out Madison Clay in a hoarse voice. "Who says I didn't?" Kansans are having more fun this year than they ever knew before. Four circuses are touring the state, and no man is obliged to travel many miles before hitting a carnival or jubilee of some sort. —Topeka Capital. —New York Journal. • • Full Modern Equipment. & Salomy Jane watched the cavalcade until it had disappeared. Then she became aware that her brief popularity had passed. Mrs. Bed Pete, in stormy hysterics, had Included her In a sweeping denunciation of the whole pqj- Reassured, yet believing that Madison Clay had nerved himself for the act by an overdraft of whisky, which had affected his memory, Brecklnridge said curtly, "Then wake up and lite out ef you want me to stand by you." The Tapir—How on earth do you manage to go at such a pace without any apparent exertion? where the trail passed over an outcrop flint scarcely a quarter of a mile from where she sat and within the Clearing. It was no errant stock, for the foot was shod with iron. It was a mounted trespasser by night and boded no good to a man like Clay. "I reckoned you were a ghatt." She stopped paralysed. Another "crack!" followed that echoed over to the far corral. She recalled herself Instantly and dashed off wildly to the woods again. The real, radical difference  town man and a farm man in Kansas The Alligator—I'm an automobile, yon *r. I just swallowed an electric eel. thfinder. yes gff»tr"frD?d anq ftxed tueqaselvgq npon hfm. She took the chewing~gurn from her mouth, wiped her red Hps with the back of her hand, by a Budden lithe spring placed ber foot on his stirrup and, bounding to the saddle, threw her arms about his neck and pressed a kiss upon his lips. 1 They remained thus for a hushed ipomegi, the man on the threshold of death, the young woman in the full: ness of youth and beauty, linked to? gether. Then the crowd laughed. In the audacious effrontery of the girl's act the ultimate fate of the two men was forgotten. She slipped languidly to the ground. She was the focus of •11 eyes, she only. The ringleader saw It'and his opportunity.' He shouted. "Time's up—forward!" urged his horse beside the captives, and the next i8o* Rient ttf whols cavalcade Wpa iwewD- - m| over the clearing into the darken- Isg woods. Their destination was Sawyer? Crossing, the headquarters of the committee, where thp council was still sitting and where both culprits were to expiate the oflVpse of Which that council bad already found them guilt j, They rode In great and breathless haste—a taste In which, strangely that you can't get a town man to acknowledge that he is as poor as he is, and you can't get the farm man to admit that he has as much money as he has.— Wichita Eagle. As she ran she thought of one thing only. He had been dogged by one of his old pursuers and attacked. But there were two shots, and he was unarmed. Suddenly she remembered that she had left her father's gun standing against the tree where they were talking. Thank God, she may again have saved him! She ran to the tree. The gun was gone! She ran hither and thither, dreading at every step to fall upon his lifeless body. A new thought struck her. She ran to the corral. The horse was not there! He must have been able to regain it and escaped after the shots had been fired. She drew a long breath of relief, but it was ••aught up in an apprehension of alarm. Her father, awakened from his sleep iDy the shots, was hurriedly approach- Too M«ch Shade. A flabby, listless, lolling thing "Go to the corral and pick me out a hoss," said Madison slowly, yet not without a certain dignity of manner. "I've suthln to say to Salomy Jane afore I go." He was holding her scribbled note, which he had Just discovered, In his shaking hand. To look upon is he; Quite such a man as might be raised la the blighting shade of a family tree. —Detroit Journal. i She rose, threw her shawl over her head more for disguise than shelter and passed out of the door. A sudden Impulse made her seize her father's shotgun from the corner where It stood —not that she feared any danger to herself, but that It was an excuse. She made directly for the wood, keeping in the shadow of the pines as long as she could. At the fringe she halted. Whoever was there must pass her before reaching the house. THE HOME DOCTOR. Taking cod liver oil in tomato catchnp makes it palatable. Cold water makes the eyes look bright and keeps them strong. Struck by his kinsman's manner and knowing the dependent relations of father and daughter, Rrecklnrldge nodded and hurried away. Left to himself, Madison Clay ran his fingers through his hair and straightened out the paper on which Salomy Jane had her note, turned it over and wrote on the back: Castor oil becomes tasteless when beaten up with the white of an egg. When you have scalded the mouth or throat, drink cream or milk slowly to soothe it. •jfr Then there seemed to be a suspense of all nature. Everything was deadly still. Even the moonbeams appeared no longer tremulous. Then there was a rustle as of some stealthy animal among the ferns, and then a dlsinouuted man stepped Into the moonlight. It was the horse thief, the man she had kissed! In cases of poisoning a taMespoonful of mustard in lfulf a pint of warm water is within the reach of everybody and Is, moreover, an excellent emetic. You mout have told me you did It and not Joave your ole father to ftnd it out how you disgraced yourself and him, too, by a low down, underhanded woman'8 trick! I've said I done it ind took the blame myself and all the sneakinca* iDf It that folks suspect. Ef I get away  | don't' much care which—you needn't foller. The house and stock are yours, but you ain't any longer the daughter of your disgraced fathes. POLITICAL QUI It is strange, but nevertheless true, says a writer In Our Animal Friends, that almost every one who has had any experience, however slight, In haruesslng a horse believes that he understands thoroughly how to do It. A very simple rule for fitting the bridle Is that the bit should touch the corners of the horse's lips without dragging upon them, but too frequently this is disregarded, and the horse suffers a deal of misery from that error alone. IfarneaalnK a Horse, Ing her The candidate who drums oil an empty "bar'l" soon discovers his inability to make effective campaign music.—Chicago News. "FIX UXl nfm that when fie'* on Ms way to be hung I'll kit* him." verse, possibly for simulating an emotion In which she herself was deficient. The other women hated ber for her momentary exaltation above them. Only the children still admired her as one who had undoubtedly "canoodled" with a man "a-goln to be bung," a daring flight beyond their wildest ambition. Salamy Jane accented the change ctew&n imimj ■ "What's up now, Salomy Jane?" he demanded excitedly. For a wild moment a strange fanc.v seized her usually sane intellect and stirred her temperate blood. The new? they had told her was not true. He had been bung, and this was his ghost! He looked as white and spiritlike In the moonlight, dressed In the same clothes, as when she saw him last. He bad evidently se«n her approaching and moved quickly to meet tee. feat to fcatoa br stumhted "Nothing," said the girl, with an effort, "nothing at least that I can find." She was usually truthful Itecause fearless, and a lie stuck In her throat, bnt she was no longer fearless, thinking of him. "1 wasn't abed, so I ran out as soon as I heard the shots fired," she answered in return to his curious gaze. Madison Clay. Sometimes a man wants re-election to office as a Vindication of his conduct, and sometimes he wants it because he has no other means of living.—New Orleans He had scarcely finished the note when, with a clatter of hoofs and a led horse, Rrecklnrldge reappeared at ffte door elate and triumphant. "You're in nigger luck, Mad! I found that stole hoss of Judere Bnnnipolntor's had «ot away and strayed among your stock in corral. Take him and you're safe, |b cant be outrun this side of the Picayune. She should hardly know him again— a young man with very bright eyes, a sunburned cheek, a kind of fixed ink In the face and no beard— A politician never realizes how absolutely insignificant and perfectly dispensable he is until he gets up and climbs out of his party. About that time it seems to strike everybody at «nce that ht never did amount to much anyhowC»-Qilr rnuru Journal.  "And you've hid my gun somewhere where It can't bo found," ho said i» inoachfuU*. "St It vo* tb&l soeaJt Again, and sometimes in conjunction with the mistake we have just mentioned. the brow hand la. so abort that