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r Termlnu Not Dependable. Lincoln was once approached with a Miliomo by some peace milkers who thought they had hit upon a means of ending the trouble with the South. Ho listened with patience, and said that, while it (icemed possible to bridge over the trouble between the two sections, he had doubts about the good faith of the Cdhfcdoracy in the trans action. To illustrate his point, he ' told a story of a churchman named Brown, who, elected a chairman of a committee to plan a bridge over a dangerous stream, said his friend Jones, an architect, could do the work. Jones, when sent for, told the committee he could, if de sired, build a bridge from here to the infernal regions. The com mi t tee thought this remark sacii- ligious,- and said so, whereupon Brown, feeling that Jones' reputa tion rested with him, arose and said: "Gentk'inen, I have known Mr. Jones some years, and have such faith in his judgment, ability and resources, that if he said he could build a bridge to hades, I'd believe him but gentlemeri I confess I might have some doubts about the security of the abutment on the other sidi?." Philadelphia Leader. I'rictidnhip of Twenty Year Ago, For over 20 eventful years MaU' rice Fitzgerald, a Burns, Ore., law yer and ex-seout among the Indians and Colonel Frank J. Parker, the ex-scout on General Howard's staff, and editor, had never met until Monday morning, when they ran into each others arms quite by ac cident on Alder street. "This is Frank Parker, isn't it?" asked Fitzgerald. ''Well I'll be scalped!" ejaculated Parker. It's Fitz." He had no difficulty in recognizing his former tillicum in numerous hot brushes with the Indians in the Harney Valley country and elsewhere. And the two friends immediately adjourned to a corner to renew ac quaintance. Parker said that he heard his friend was dead, and.Mr. Fitzgerald seproached him for say ing so. ' Parker and Fitzgerald saw each ' other the last time when the bullets from the rifles in the hands of In dians were knocking alkali dust up into their faces. That was in the vicinity of Birch Creek. The scouts became separated and drifted into different sections of the coun try. "Many's the weary day that we spent in the saddle looking for red skins," remarked Mr. Fitzgerald. "As we rode along over the trail we became less cautious on the lookout, and Parker and I recited to each other all the poetry that we had ever learned. It whiled away the time to hear Parke re cite 'Excelsior!' to the accompani ment of the bwit of the horses' j hoofs and the jingle of spurs. Once we had been on the skulk for nearly a week, with insulhcient food. We were dead tired and hungry. The horses needed hay. We rode along and came to a set tler's cabin. There wad nobody at home. In the barn was good hay and plenty of it. In the cabin were provisions and a good soft fpqtVi(.T lP(l u4li('Vl rot .vj.-an i ,wl r. I us the very acme of luxury at that moment. We decided that though we might perish for the act we would make ourselves at home, if all the Indians in the country came and attacked us. We fed the horses, cooked a big meal, and turned in for 12 hours' solid sleep. Next morning, much refreshed, we had breakfast and departed. With in two hours after we had left, the place was in possession of the red skins. They had burned the place to the ground, and when we re turned a lively skirmish was in progress. The Indians were given to all sorts of knavish, cunning work. Sometimes when they did not totally destroy a place they would literallly turn a cabin up side down and leave it standing on its roof. They would also set out a table from an unfortunate set tler's cabin, place the plates and saucers on it, and pour coal oil in to each dish, placing dried fruit in the oil." HOPE ON, TOIL ON. Oh, my brothw, sr you wuryt "71 Dost On wiy letm lot uid drear? Z That lesds Up to th nw r fcj You have pictured In your drennut a Ib your portion one of sorrow? V M. Yet be brave and try to borrow From the glory of the morrow That beyond your vlalon ilumi. '4 "Nevert" Coaee the wall of "never," i For mankind move on forever .J Vp the highway of endtavor ' To the height! that onward glow. There It no room for despairing, , 4 iui uir action ana ror asnng, And for helping and upbearing On another u we go. fVtU! Oh, my brother, otie complaining; Bd, the night oJf wrong la waning, Ar.J the king of Hffhi s reigning. And tho flag of hope's unfurled, ' There are evils left fur righting, There are battles left for righting, There are beacons left for lighting, Lo illuminate tha world. Better days are breaking o'tr u. From the rearing goal before, ua, We can hear a Joyoua chorus en Watted o'r the year to be. Through the porta!, open swinging. Notes of sweet and rapturous singing Down the Future's aisles are ringing From the anthems of the free. J. A. EiigiTton, In Dtnver News. " II 7 ELL," she said, gaj ly, a the YY stretched one hand toward him, while in the other she still held hie card, "what a genuine surprise! I thought you were honeymooning in the hills. Congratulations! But why haven't you brought your bride? And why didn't you send me-cards? But you always were a careless boy!" He held her hand a minute, search ing her face for some igu of chagrin. But a mocking smile was all that greeted him. "There weren't any cards," he said, somewhat hurriedly; "I was in town, and I supposed you'd see me now that it is all over with. Besides you know it happened without " "Cards?" "Preparation. The fact is, I hadn't Intended hadn'V but it's all over now! How are you? You look Just the same. Betty!" "Why it's only a year since but sit down! Won't you have some tea? Do! But how nice of you to call! And only three days married! Then you didn't go away, a the papers said?" ."No; we took a train for town, in tending to go to the Berkshires next day. But she that is, Mrs. Brown, you know had never been to the Wal dorf, and she found it so absorbing that I haven't been able to tear her away." "Just fancyl You take two lumps, don't you? It seems so odd! Yousee, I've never met anybody that knew her. She's lived off there in the countrjr, hasn't she? Is she pretty?" "She's a dear little girl, Beauty Betty, I mean. Ha, hn! I wasn'tquite sure you'd see me at first. But it was a little bit Jull this morning, and I said to myself: 'I'll chance it! Betty was always a good sort, and now that everything is ended why ' Thanks." "Is she pretty?" - "She's a blonde, you know. Yes, I never liked blondes, but she is quite fair. Not dark at all not a bit like you!" "No blondes usually aren't dark, are they? What did you say hername was?" "Harriet." "Oh, dear me! But, of course, you have some pet name? You were al ways very clever at improvising." "No, I just call her Harrie she pre fers it. And she she calls me Charles." "Ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh, Chub! Not really?" "Yes she's a dignified sort of girl serious, high church, and all that! A dear girl! We'd known -each other tince we were kids. Why. I knew her, Beauty, before I met you!" "Yes? You never told me." "Well, you see 1 never thought of her except as the little girl next door. And then well, you'kmjw, Betty, 1 never thought of anyone but you then." She fingered his card nervously, thinking, tnppingthe bit of pasteboard oguinn her rii;g.c. Her tea was untest ed. He drank his feverishly. "I suppose" she said. "I hope those letters of mine they they they are " "I burned them the night before before it happened." "Oh!" "It was queer. I knew I was going to U n.arried next day. but I read tome e.f them over, and over and over Hfrain! it was !il;e opening a grave. It began to hurt, I had to stop and dump them r II in the fire." "Hi s t place for them, Chub! It was all a c'reiiin." , ".Sh-h-h!" "We should have been dreadfully un happy!" 'Tnhappy?" "Yes you were jealous and flared U " "And you flirted" "Ha, ha! You fancied so " "Ah don't lull- lL that n.mv Tlattv! It's not necessary. You cared no more for me than " "I cared fur no one else in the world. That's all! But w hat's the use of all this, ( hub? I haven't seen you for more than a year then I read of your marriage, then your card comes up three days after. And instead of telling me of the perfections of your oriue. mi "fRm to quarrel with me. just like rid limes. N w tell me nil about il! Ut'renice? lint, i f n.t:v: she is. Yen wrf shvavs sr. rr'J,.t.irrt No other sort of girl would cttrnct yru " "Y-:u t'rr.'J vnt'eri tanc' Ter tin: er 1 - V:U-. Har-v- ,-; Ihis post-nuptial CALL li 1 '1 ia't wry. u icr, n:.ta you threw me when we quarrolsd I suffered terribly for a time. I was willing to put my pride under my feet a thousand times. I wanted to just come back and ask you to forgive me-" "But you never cams." i j' X "I wrote, asking you " "Ah, yes; but that is so different. When you've insulted agirll" "Insulted! Why, Hetty" "Yes; your suspicions were insult ing. And that evening you said you said" "1 didn't know what I was saying." "Well, let's drop it now. Chub. Tell me how It all happened. Did you fall In love right away with her .' "I never fell in love. Can't you un derstand, Beauty? Her folks and mine lived beside each other In the country for years. We grew up there played together! When I began to mope around home after you that au tumnwhy it was natural she and I should meet again. We walked and drove, and played tenuis aud rowed on the river after dinner or took out the canoe." "H-h-huh?" "Then I told her about you." "You did!" "I'd have gone mad if I hadn't told someone. She was sorry. She took my part she thought " "I suppose she'd object to your calling-" "Fudge! She's not that kind of a girl." "If Bhe knew that you were here! Ua. ha!" "Foiif ! Now don't try to be funny, Betty." "Funny! But for her you'd have come buck, that time." "What timer "Oh, you know! But she was one :f those clever, mouse-colored girls I know them." "Come back! How could I conio back? You returned my letters! Do you remember? When l saw your handwriting acros3 the big white en velope I was afraid to open it. think' ing perhaps you had said '('nine!' I took it out in the boat one evening and opened it. She wan rowing. My own letter fell out. I felt h. rriljly cut up. I I my God! I believe I cried! She was like a sister to me. Told me it wasn't worth it. I was going to kill myself! She comforted me she advised me!" "Ah, yes I see." ".She begged me to promise not to write to you agnin told me to he n man! Then I waited two weeks more, and I told her I would write- you once more and then end it if you didn't answer. That letter that let ter! How could you have " "What?" "Again came your writing on the envelope, and ngnin I carried it in my pockvY until I sat with her in the boat. I said to her: 'This ends it! If she has not answered me, I shall never think of her ag.:in so help mr (iod! She shall not muke me suffer so!' " "And you you read it?" No; she said to me: l es, you will write to her. You will go on forever at that girl's feet. You hr.ve no pride. You love her. You will open it and find youT own letler and nnd weep!' 1 threw the let ter acros:-; the boat into her hip. 'You are mistaken,,' I said; 'you o; en it do what you please with it, I'm through!' In a minute she had torn it in two and thrown it over the side. The envelope opened as jt floated on the still water, and then saw and she saw my own writ ingmy own letter! That was the end! That night I asked her to be my wife." "Ah-h-hi, That was it! I am so glad!" "(Had! glad! What do you mean? Clad that you1 broke my heart?" She leaned over and put her hand on his. Her fingers were trembling and her face vva white. "I mean. Chub, that on the last page of the letter you said; '(jive me just one chance to see you again! AY rite me just one word" Tome!" ' " "Yes I know it by heart!" . "Well, I wrote it, right under your signature; just thajt word 'Come!' Don't yousee? I wanted you to come back V I " A filcnce fell over them. She stilt tapped the card against her rings. Her eyes were full of (ears. He looked away from her. his gaze grop ing the wall, his face gray. He gulped .something in his throat. A piano-organ began to play in the street outside a merciful relief from the stillness. "You haven't told me, Chub," she said, "is is she pretty?" "She's blond, you know," he said; "I never particularly cared for blondes. She's she's a dear girl, though! I I Good-by, Betty!" "Good-by, Chub!" "Good-by!" "Good-by!" The hall door shut softly as she stood listening. There was a quick step over the pavement and the ; slam of a cab door. Tiic strains of j the piano-organ rose magnificently into the high closing notes of the j "Intermezzo." She looked into the mirror with (eyes that shone triumphantly through tears. town topics. The Cosduetor floored. Conductor Let's see. Did I get your ticket? Smart Passenger-'es, sir; you took it np at MontalvrT and punched out of it. "I beg your pardon, sir; but it isn't customary on local tickets to punch out the psssenger's destination." Los Angeles Herald. Thlnije Overlooked. What the world needs' just now is a physical training course that will recognize the dish pan and t!Te wood box. Atchison Globe. Quite a number of families are preparing to npeiid the winter over at Agency plains, anil nonic Rood big tracts of land aro being ploughed and Bowed to gram. A couple of miles cast of tbo Plains, Walter Parish has recently broken 150 acres of land, and this bo will sow to rye. Ho believes that country will produeo a lino crop of grain, and is preparing to farm several large tracts. Over on the Agency Plains proper there are numerous patches of ploughed land, and lust season sevural tracts were sown to grain; these came np and looked very promising of a good yield, but tbo jack-rabbits literally denuded the tracts of every vystigo of .the green stalk However, the western farmer is not the kind of man to bo balked by a matter of this kind, and witl in a few years we may see that country ono of the most prosperous farming communities in the state. shwood Prospector. COl UHSANI) I'OLDK iX CIIIM) UKX. UccouitiiviiilHtloii ol Hell Known Chicago rhvsleluiit I use and prescribe Cliiiiuborlum's Cough Remedy (or almost all obsti nate, coast ricted coughs, with direct results. I prescribe it to children ot all ages. Am glad to recommend it to all in need ami seeking relief from colds and coughs ami bronchial nlllic tious. It is nou-nnrcotic nnd safo in the IhukIb ol tliu most unprofessional. A universal panacea (or nil mankind. Mks. Maky It. Mki.ksuy, SI. 1), Ph. 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