WhiteHand i A Ta!a of tiie Early Settlers of Louisiana. J BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK g CHAPTER XXII. (Continued.) Tor some niomentii after this recital, mot a word was spoken, and tbe ouly aounds that broke the atillneas weta the mobs of the marquis. "Shall such a foul mockery stand?" at .length said St. Denis, in agooy. "It it be torn In sunder and cast aside. By no law of justice or right can " "Hold!" interrupted Lobois. who had now nerved himself up to the conflict. "You but make a useless disturbance when you thus give thought to the idea of .annulling the bond of marriage between my wife and myself. Ere I took the final tep I consulted with the governor, and be bade me go on, and I have his pledge 4f sustaining me. You have heard uiy wife's story. That I used stratag.'in to Rain her hand, I admit, for I saw au in terloper was about to snatch the prize from me. And now you know all. Hence forth I trust nothing may occur to mar .the hnrmony of our aodul Intercourse." Turning to St. Denis, he added, a tri umphant look settling on hla sharp fea 4ure: "And aa for you, air, I trust you will see the necessity of removing your self from the society of those who can only be made unhappy by your presence. If you have the common sense I suppose .you have, you will see the necessity of this; and if you have tbe feelings of a jgentlraiian, you will not hesitate." . Goupart raised his clasped hands to wards, heaven, exclaiming: "Has it come to this? Must all my hopes thus fall back upon my broken heart, and the sweet dream of years end ia bLack despair? Ixuise, beloved of my Muni, lost, but still cherished one " His words failed him, and he bowed his 3us)d in a passionate burst of tears. In .a moment more he heard a low cry of hopeful tone, aid a pair of arma were twined about bis neck. He looked up, but it was not Louise. It was the flow ing eye of White Hand that met his .own, and darkly stained arms were en twined about his neck. A voice of thanksgiving next fell on his ear, and he aw the Indian girl on her knees, with her hands clasped, her streaming eyes raised heavenward, and giving thanks to the Great Spirit. St. Denis started as ,he gaied Into the deep blue eyes fastened on him. A moment more, he beard his name pronounced in a tone aweet and familiar, that made his heart bound wild ay in his bosom. . "This scene has progressed far enough," now spoke the one Simon be llleved to be his wife. "Simon Lobois. .your wickedness has come to a climax, .and back on your own head shall full the terrible couseciueuces of your uiachiua ftions!" "Ha ha, Ixjuise, you have gone too far mow!" Loboia uttered, confidently. "If you imagined your marriage was but a jest, you were mistaken. You'll find the knot too strongly tied to be cast off at will." "Poor fool! Cannot you open your eyes? Simon Lobois, did yon thiuk Louise St. Denis would have married you while (lite remained? Did you think she would ttave stooped to mate with you when the .grave was open to her?" "A and are you not married to me? Are you not my wife?" "I think you'd Hud me a hard one to manage; for at this very moment, were you not beneath my notice, I would eh a I lenge you to mortal combat, and I'd serve you worso than Goupart did. Look, Si inon! Don't you see that Indian youth resting in Goupart's arms? How I have longed for this moment! Up up, my father! Thy children are safe, and if they have returned to thee lu exchanged guises, bo assured they left thee lu the amn way!" "How?" gasped Simon, starting back and turning pale. "You yon " "Why, I am your wife, Simon, If you ay so; but if you keep me, you shall fight .a duel with me every morning, and we'll alternate till one of us falls; first morn ing, pistols next morning, swords. You have aoen me shoot some." At this juncture the truth had forced itself to the old marquis' mind. "It must bo!" he whispered, seizing his noble son by the hand. "It must be my owu noble Louis! Assure me I do not lream." "You do not, father, for I nm your own IiOiils. Hut siuf hero comes Louise. Don't cast her off because her skin is -dusky!" "Is it possible!" gasped Lobois, as he ' saw Louise sink on her father's lo-iom. "There's been some foul witchery here iome deep, infernal machination! Iouls! Louise! The sou Is the daughter, and itho daughter is the sou! There's a foul Hlot here!" "Ay!" cried Louis, tearing the rich ,gowu he wore from his body, nud re vealing tho light undress of a French of ficer, "there has been a foul plot, and you ran well explain It!" "Me explain?" stammered the villain, taxing first at the youth and then at tho maiden, who yet wore her Indian dress. -"Who are you!" he gasped, starting to wards the seeming Indian, and selling the dusky arm. "Speak! ho are ye?" "I am one whom you once sought for a wife!" "IamiIso St. Jullen?" "Yes." "Ah! Duped befooled! Hut there" a a plot!" A few moments more ho gazed upon the two metamorphosed ones, and then. utterly powerless from mad delirium, he ank down. Hut Simon Lobois was not the only one in tne dark. Tho old man and St Denis were lost In amazemeut. The lat ter had clasped his own loved one to his bosom, aud she had whispered into his ear the sweet promise of love once more, yet he could not understand It. I aee you are all astonished," said liouis, "and I will tell you what I know of this funny affair. So sit dowu and listen; sit down all of you." And down they sat, Couuulla keeping close by her companion's side, and seem ing as happy as the rest of the happy oues. "Now listen," commenced Louis. "You remember on that night when we played 'hide and find me' in the yard, Louise and I went off into the house before we hid. We had planned to have some sport with Goupart. Louise and I never real ized how much we resembled each other until we exchanged garba. When I eaw her in my clothes, she looked just like my own self in a mirror; anl when I had put on her dress, which had to be let out but very little, she assured me I was her counterpart, and when I looked in tbe mirror, I could have sworn she stood be fore me. We had reached the corner of the barn, and I was showing Louise where to hide, intending then to have gone myself to the stable, when a party of Indians rushed and seized upon us. and having gagged us, hurried out through the postern. Away they took us, and all night they kept on through the deep forest. One of them spoke to ir. in the Chickasaw tongue, and I was upon the point of answering him, when the thought struck me that he only wish ed to try if I knew the language; so I pretended to know nothing of it. xou know I learned a great deal of it from old Oakbow. After I had listened to their conversation, and I found that I the girl was to be carried to New Or leans, while the boy was to be taken up to the Natchez. Of course, I then knew that Simon Lobois had a hand in this., for he had gone to New Orleans, where he meant to have Louise taken, and there force her to marry him, while I was carried off another way, perhaps to be killed and thus he would have all our father's wealth. Before morning, we came to the place where we were to sep arate. I did once feel like giving battle to the whole pack; but I. was wholly un armed, and the thought was dropped. 1 begged to be allowed to apeak a few parting words with my companion, and they granted my request. I told Louise what I had heard. 'Now,' said I, 'they don't mistrust the change we've made. I will let them still think I am the girl, and thus you will be free of Simon; while, if you go to the Natchez, still retaining your male dsiguise, you can at any moment save yourself from death by revealing yourself.' At all events, we both concluded that it would be best for each of us to continue the deception, and we did so. And now for Louise's story." Thus called upon, Louise commenced. She told how she was taken to the vil lage of the White Apple by Stung Ser pent; how they meant to kill her, and for what strange purpose; how Coqualla interceded for her, and how It waa ar ranged that she should marry the prin cess. "Here I was puzzled," said Louise; "but I determined to throw myself upon Coqualla's friendship. 'I told her the se cret of my sex, and asked her to save me. She threw her arms about my neck and promised to keep my secret, and be to me a sister, while she passed for my wife. So my secret was safe. Only she told her father when he was on his death bed, and thus he was led to absolve nie from my promise to remain with them." CHAPTER XXIII, Louise went on and told her startling story, and as she did so, more than one bright look of holy gratitude wag cost upon tbe beautiful Coqnalla. "And now," said she, in conclusion, "I am able to give you some clue to the great mvsterv which underlies the whole. When Stung Serpent was upon his death, bed, he sent for me, and he told me all and he gave me this paper iu token of his truth. Read It, father, and know what a villain you have kept beneath yeur room." As Louise handed her father the paper, Simon Lobois started to his feet. "Back!." shouted Louis, springing for ward and pushing him back into his chair. "Tony, watch this man, and see that he does not leave tho room. Old Tony, who had stood by aud heard all, now moved to Simon s side, and as the villain gazed upon the huge bulk of the negro, he uttered a stifled groan, and settled back. The marquis read tbe paper aloud. It was as follows: This Is my bond, that I will pay to Stung Serpent one hundred large pieces of gold, in French coin, when he shall have removed Louis and Louise bt. Ju lien from their home. And he, on his part, promises that said Louis shall be killed, and that Louise shall be sent Bare ly to the middle trail on Lake Pontchnr train. SIMON l-unuia." That was enough. Simon denied it all. then swore, then drew his sword, aud then Tony knocked him down; and ere long afterwards he was taken from the room. Before noon, Louise had contrived, with Coqualla's assistance, to remove the last stain from her skin, and when she stood, all white and pure, she saw a teur on Coqualla'B dark cheek. "Whut is it?" she asked. "Nothing," was the reply. Ah, tell me the troth. Coqnalla will not deceive her sister. "No no," murmured the noble girl. throwing her arms about Louise's neck and pillowing her head upon her bosom "Hut you will forgive tne. Coqualln has left her people forever, but she has not left her skin." "But tell me all, my sister." Coqualla loved the N hite Hand, and she was only a sister. Now Coqualla has seeu another with the same beautiful face. Hut she does not murmur. She is couteut; only-" "Go on. my sister. Tell me all. It Coqualla was white, she could love O, tny sister does not know how she could have been loved had she not been Coqualla's sister!" Ioulc had read the girl s secret, and aa she gazed into those soft, mild fen tu res, she uttered, with all the truth ot her soul "Coqualla does not need a whiter skin She is beautiful enough. I know Co qualla's heart, aud her face is as pure aa that.' The maiden princess blessed her sister. and wiped away her tears, for she heard some one coming. On the next morning the room where Simon Lobois ha9 been put was found empty, and the slave Peter was also found to be missing; but no search wa made for them, for the one was worth' less and tho other carried guilt enough to punish him with its shame and bu den. And now joy was once more in St. Ju lien s household. Goupart and Loui wandered about together, and for a whilo Louis was left alone, for the only othe young person with whom he could asso ciate seemed to shuu him. One da I.iHiUe ilriv her lirother nnn siiln. fill wiispred with him, for she had tW morning fonnd Coqnalla tears, and the poor princess had murmured the thought of going back to the homes ot ber father to lie down by their graves. But what Louise said to her brother may not be nown only, an hour later, Louis and Coqualla walked away down in the gar den. At length the old cure. Father Lang-Jet. ma'de bis visit to the chateau, and there was work for him to do. Gjupart and Louise were made one for life, and this time the blushing girl was fastened. But the work ended not here. Louis St. Julicn had spent many hours with Coqualla, for he bad become her teacher, nil be had opened to her mind the riches of the Great Bonk. And while she had studied that, he bad studied her. At first he was surprised at the won- rous depth of her mind, but he was no ess awed by its sublime purity and gran- cur of conception. And thus be probed her heart to its 'inmost depths, and he found it as noble and pure as it was gen erous and loving. Ere he knew it, ha ad loved her, and almost unconsciously the story of his love dropped from his lips. "Coqualla," he whispered, "thou didst love my sister for her face. Mine is like it. Love me, then, and be mine for life. love thee, for thou art all lore and purity to me." And Coqualla placed one of her soft unite in his, ant then rested her head uon his bosom, and aa her dark tresses fell over his shoulders, biding her face and the tears that shone there, she an- wered him: "Coqualla can give thee all her heart. and be to thee a slave for life. But if you make her your wife, O be sure you will never regret it; for Coqualla a heart would break if you loved her no more!" For a long time the panic caused by the fearful plot of the Indians lasted among the colonists, but they gradually waded out of the danger, though their way was through much blood. The Nat chez had sealed their own doom, and n few short years sufficed to sweep them from the list of Indian tribes, and tbe once powerful nation was known no more on earth but in name and the history of the past. Simon Lobois joined the I' rencb force, having received a lieutenant's com mission from Perler, and he fell at the siege of one of the Natchez forts. So a Natche bullet found the life of him who had thought to barter away the life of another through the hands of the Nat chez. Troubles came now thick and fast upon the hardy settlers, and once the marquis told his children that if they wished, he would sell out and return 'to France. But they did not wish it St. Denis was hap py enough where he was, for Louise was a sufficient shield against every ill from within, and his own bravery and forti tude swept away all other fear. And Louis found himself in possession of a treasure the intrinsic merits of wnicn were every day developing themselves to his understanding; and after a few short months of wedded life, all doubts vanished from Coqualla's mind, for she was assured that a love like her hus band's could never grow cold while she remained true and faithful. No." said St. Denis, "we will not re turn, for in this colony, now surrounded by dangers and gloom, I can see the germ of a nation. A soil so productive, with resources and natural advantages so mighty, must one day be reclaimed to civ ilization of the highest order, 'mere la no reason why this great valley of the Father of Waters should not, at no very distant time, become literally the Gar den of tho World. And," he added, while his dark eye burned, and his bosom swell ed with deep emotion, "may not those who have already subdued the wilder ness in the East, at some time meet ua of the West, and, as one family in the New World, bidding adieu to the thronet of the Old, raise the standard ot a united nation, with a government conimensurat with the grandeur of the result, and with a perpetuity of purpose worthy the mem ory of those noble pioneers who first grappled the dark terrors of the wilder ness, and opened the way to the archi tects of a new and more glorious realm?" (The end.) His Bluff Did Not Work. Stories of Yankee shrewdness have always been widely circulated, but when one gets ahead of a Yankee there is very little said about It, especially on the part of the man from the North, Several days ago a hotelkeeper at a small stntlou on one of the roads run ning out of Memphis put the lnugh on a drummer from the North In a very good way, and the traveling man was compelled to beat a hasty retreat. The drummer arrived at the hotel about 8 o'clock in the evening, and fearing that he would not be able to get any supper he asked the landlord what be could got to eat. "My friend," said the hotelkeeper, "I can give you anything from a pickled elcnbnnt to a broiled canary bird's tongue for supper to-night." The drummer looked at the man, and, thinking that he was jesting, decided to call his bluff. "All right, my friend," said the drum mer; "I'll take some pickled elephant." "Very well," said the host; "I'll go and get It." He was gone about five minutes, and when he returned said: "AU right, sir; supper will be ready In a moment. You'll have to take whole one, as we don't carve them af ter dark." The drummer decided that he was not very hungry, and took some cheese sandwiches. Memphis Scimitar. Tale of 'tender Heart. The boy In tears nnturally attracted the attention of the sympathetic man, "What's happened, my boy?" the latter asked. "Perhaps I can help you." "I lost n quarter," answered the boy, "and when I go home I'll get licked for It." "Oh, well, don't cry," returned the sympathetic man. "Here's another quarter. How did you lose the first one?" "Matching," promptly replied the boy. Chicago Evening Post. Had to I'o It. Soak Do you always pay as you go? Freshby Always. Soak Why? 1 Frvshby Because If I don't they won't let me go. LOOPING THE LOOP Here are pictures of Frank J. Davis, of Indianapolis, the roller skate loop-tbe-looplst The skates that Davis wears are tremendous affairs, made almost entirely of steel and weighing twenty-five pounds each. They are as strong as the mechanic's art can make them, and when they are screwed and buckled and strapped to Davis' feet and legs, the daring fellow presents a formidable appearance. Davis gives some interesting facts concerning the little trick that he seems to have a monopoly on. When asked how he guided himself In his dizzy whirl, he replied: "There Is no guiding to be done. Once started, I could shut my eyes and get along just as well. I have a starting box, so that I will start from pre cisely tbe same position every time. This position has been mathematically shown to be the correct position. The loop Is so built that, given the neces sary speed, I will have to go around, when once started. This Is accom plished by a peculiar twist to the loop that keeps me In the right position. "I travel at my greatest speed Just as I strike the loop. What this speed Is I have no way of determining. It Is terrific enough, however, to make me feel that my whole body, blood, bones and all. Is being jammed down Into my feet. I think, perhaps. I travel at a greater speed than is neces sary, but too much speed will do no harm, while too little speed would be fatal. "How did I do at the start? Well, swing. I did not try to circle the loop the first few times. I kept going a little farther every time, and when I convinced myself that the trick could be done I cut loose from the swing, took a bracer, and said: 'Here goes.' I got around all right. I wasn't surprised, Davis says that the time required not know the explanation of this, unless The principal feature of Davis' skates handles, that come about to bis knees. perform the feat without these handles to bold to. Davis Says that he does not travel fast on the run-off, as his speed has nearly spent Itself by the time tbe top of tbe loop Is reached. A man from the loop, be says. THE RAG-PICKER MAYOR. Case of Inflation Which Had Its Counterpart lu Oar Day. Congressman Jenkins of Wisconsin was talking the other day about the vanity that Inflates some men when they achieve success In life. In my boyhood," he said, "I remem ber how a man froni my town was elected to a minor political office, and got so puffed up about It that he would hardly speak to any one on the street One day a blacksmith who had election eered for this man entered his office and extended his hand. But the other failed to see the band, and said: 'I don't remember you, sir.' "The blacksmith looked around. A half-dozen men were present, and to these be addressed himself. "'Gentlemen,' he said, 'this reminds me of the mayor that they elected once In my wife's town. They elected, more for a joke than anything else, an old ragpicker to the mayoralty. They made him buy a frock coat and a white tie and a plug hat, and they persuaded him to ride around In a fall-top buggy. It was a change to tell you. Well, bis wife met him at tbe house door on his Brst day In office, and he pasesd her by without looking at her. He was grand, you see, In his plug bat and white tic, but she only had on her working clothes and her sleeves were rolled up, 'Why, James,' she says, nearly crying, 'why, don't you know me. James?' 'How can I know you, Mary. says he, 'how can I know you when I don't know myself now? " 'There are other men besides that ragpicker mayor,' the blacksmith end ed, 'who don't know themselves.' And be grinned at bis embarrassed audience and walked out." WHERE CHARITY DWELL8. An Imtanct of Pathos and Tender Sympathy In New York'a East Side, Nowhere In the city are there scenes of deeper pathos and mors tender syu: Dathy than In some of the little known by. streets that twist and twine in tne heart of the East Side, says a Pew York paper. The hardly earned penny dropped Into the cracked plate set on a broken chair to help the homeless and evicted will surely not be forgot ten by Him who spake of the widow s mite; the tiny bunch of half-faded posies only obtained after a long trudge that sick Ivan or crippled Hul da may be happier and a score of other kindly deeds only known to such as enjoy the luxury of giving of their poverty, are of dally occurrence; but Isaac and ltebecca do not always get credit for their share of such deeds of kindness as they deserve. One of these happened a short time ago. A Jewish family, miserably poor, even for Slav newcomers, but rigidly orthodox, wished to have their little son observe the rite of the Law-B'rlth Mellah, and looking for a rabbi to per form the rite with that natural lutul tlou which makes man look to him who by experience knows the trials of the poor, found one known far and wide as a profound scholar, yet as ab jectly poor as his neighbors. Him they asked, and without further ado he came. When the ceremony was over, the parents told the rabbi they could not give him anything, but a plate had been placed on the table and that whatever the neighbors put therein was for him. The collection amount ed to $2.50 within a few cents. What that meant to the rabbi no one knows ON ROLLER SKATES. for a long time I practiced with a but I tell you I was gratified." In making tbe loop varies. He does It be due to atmospheric conditions. that he has-, patented Is the upright He says it would be Impossible to can easily catch him as he comes eyes of starvation and faced the weary day, foodless and hopeless. The good man gathered up the coins, each one a deed of self-sacrifice to the giver, looked around the poor home. with Its scanty furniture, gazed at the weary faces gathered about him, paused, and then going to the mother, placed It ' all In ber hands, saying: 'Daughter, you need It more than I do." Without another word he went forth to his own foodless and desolate home, where be and his wife Implored the God of their fathers to help them to earn the longed-for food, the sadly needed next meal. - SENATOR VEST'8 BITING WIT. How He Effectively Squelched an Of fensive Editor ia Missouri. A Missouri paper revives an anec dote Illustrating Senator Vest's readi ness of wit and sarcasm. On one oc casion, twenty-six years ago, the doughty little Senator used this gift with crushing effect on a mau who Interrupted him while be was making a speech In the Johnson County Court House, at Warrensburg, the home of his colleague. Senator Cockrell. The room was packed. Vest was speak ing in a particularly happy rein, when a Warrensburg editor who did not like bim arose and asked blm a ques tion. It was courteously answered, and the editor followed It up with an other and another. To tbe surprise of most of his hearers. Senator Vest kept his temper, and continued to reply courteously. Finally the editor asked a long and very Involved question. The Senator listened to It with the same attention as he had to those that preceded it, but Just as be seemed ready to reply, and while the audience was perfectly quiet, awaiting Vest's answer, a little, Dencn-legged cur came jumping up the aisle and imme diately In front of the Judge's stand. In which Vest was standing, barking furiously at him. As quick as a flash Vest turned and, pointing his finger at the dog, said: "One at a time, sir; you are out of your turn. Walt till I get through with the other one, then I'll reply to you." . Hit It Kxactly. There was a great discussion In prog ress among the members of the faculty of a Western college. They wrangled long and raised their voices to too high a pitch, each eager to have the measure in question embody his particular vari ation of the idea. Finally a professor of large mind and calm voice, who had been silent, rose and made a tactful, conciliatory speech. 'As the effect of his words began to show In a peaceful quiet that settled over the fidgeting members, another professor, who also took things calm ly, turned to his neighbor and whisper ed the line from Kipling: The oil-can soothes the worrying cranks. When the speaker had finished, the more aggressive members took up the discussion again. Presently the profes sor who had Kipling In mind leaned over once more and quoted the line from "Mc Andre w's Hymn:" And now the main eccentrics start their quarroL Doesn't It occur to you sometimes that "talk about you starts mighty easy, and that others can do as they please without attracting comment? There Is such a thing as being too good for one's own good In this Im perfect world. I ST. JACOBS ! I OH I POSITIVELY CURES Rheumatism Neuralgia Lumbago BacKache Sciatica Sprains Bruise Soreness Stiffness I CONQUERS ! ! PAIN. I Summing Up. Patience Yes. Bob Brief, the able counselor, proposed to me last night In true legal style. , Patrice And that smacKtng noise we heard later? "Oh, he was just .Bumming up. Yonkers Statesman. At the Oculist's. "Can I see Dr. Spinks, the oculist?" "I'm sure I don't know. If you can, you have no need of his services and he won't care to see you. It you can t, why, step right in." Chicago News. '. 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