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About The Madras pioneer. (Madras, Crook County, Or.) 1904-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 12, 1908)
nrhe JL The Whited Oepulchre Tale of O Pelee By Will Levington Gomeo iut , Copfright, 1916, br Will Lartnfeton Comfort Coprrizht, 1907. br J- D, Lippincott Company. All right reserred CHAPTER XI. When Constable opened Us eyes ho was far down the slope, and Breen km bending over him. "Hello 1" said he. "What unhorsed me? I had Just settled down comforta bly to view that Bpout when pluff! I began to lose track o things and my head broke. What was It gas, altitude V" "More likely old Polee was up to some thing ho preferred you shouldn't see," said Breen. "I know the racket turned mo sick as n poisoned rat while I was dragging at your leg. I know that the natives wouldn't venture within two hun dred yards; also, that you are a mortal heavy young person." "And so you retrieved the fallen under the guns of the enemy? That was good of you, Breen. It was, indeed." The natives were pressing in. Darkness was beginning. Breen was conscious of a catch in his throat. "Peter," said Breen quietly, "I ran from you this morning." "You didn't run from me this after noon, the which is lucky for me. Take a little touch yourself, old playmate, and don't get moody. One needs' a pal when one makes such a mussy dumping-ground of good chances. The engaging Mr. Stem bridge never did me any harm, and all that the newspapers could accomplish In the minds of people at large would move me to no deeper emotion than to say, 'Dear folks be hanged!'" "Peter, if I hadn't been here, you wpuld be a good daylight run out on the decent ocean by this time, with the lady !" "Please don't goad yourself further, Breen. That matter is mine all mine." Constable spoke in a low voice. Breen was bending over him in the dusk. "You didn't force yourself upon me. You didn't even come along by chance. I asked you to cruise with me. You volunteered to tell me about yourself. I said it wasn't necessary. This man has a mind, and he isn't a coward,' was the conclusion I came to that night, and I haven't seen fit to change my opinion." "But the lady " "Yes, the lady has spoken. I am done -down and out. The point is, you didn't turn on Pclee's throttle. You're not to blame because I'm a dub of a lover. I'm not on sick report." "You're game, Peter," said Breen as he helped the other into the saddle. "Not game enough to abduct one fright ened little mother-handled girl," Consta ble replied. They were riding together down the winding trail, apart from the guides. The lights of Ajoupa Boullion were ahead, and the mountain carried on a frightful drumming behind. The coiling masses of volcanic Bpume, miles above the craters, generated its own fire, and, lit in the flashes, looked like billows of boiling steel. Constable was very weak, and Breen rode upon sheer nerve nerve that men had often wondered at. "Peter," he said at length, "you are not through trying to get the lady out of this?" "To think that such a tone and such a question could come from the 'implaca ble Stembrldge' !" Constable said, with a laugh. "The 'implacable Stembrldge' was never crucified before," Breen answered. "To you and me, together, it does not vastly matter that I am Stembrldge, one of the bigger wolves. But others have come in. Because I am here, you stand dazed to night, your heart torn out. Because I am here, you went up to the mouth of that horrible pit to-day, and lay down to die. I have played with men and women. Peter, but I never wrecked a white man before, or broke the heart of a friend." A band stretched across the dark and fell upon Breen's arm and tighten-d there. "I know how you feel; but what would you have me do?" Constable mut tered. "When I see a wisp of smoke on the horizon, and know that you and the lady and the Madame are wrapped in it " "For four days I have been dreaming that dream, Breen." "It must come true this night. There will have been a reaction. Go there to night. Speak to her alone. Tell her how you came to know me how menJook at these things that the newspaper story was as new to you as to herself. Tell ber of your trip to Pelee, and how the disorder they see and bear down in the city looks up there at first hand !" It was at this instant that a full-rigged thought sprang into Breen's brain, which bad known but the passing of hopeless derelicts throughout the day. lie dared not trust the thought to words, lest the other should cancel it, but he called to the guides to increase the pace. "Ah, she would not listen to words of mine," Constable answered hopelessly, "If she bad any faith in me, words would not be necessary. A man knows when he is beaten. I have drawn my little quietus for one day. To-morrow " "There may not be any to-morrow for Saint Pierre." "Of course. For that matter, we might be boiled out like a pair of tater-bugs before we can pick up a snack in Ajoupa Boullion. Then, again, the people may be right, and I a frenzied alarmist. Pe lee Is throwing off pressure true and steady as a clock running down. It may be that he'll relieve his crowded cham bers this way." Such words, more than anything that had passed, revealed the extent of Con stable's reaction. They wero entering Ajoupa Boullion, where food and fresh nounts were procurable. "It's probably better for her that she did not give herself to me," Constable observed, when they were in the saddle again. Ills mind was deepening the bitter groove now. "We'll put all this behind us presently, B,reen. We're mates, I suess." "This Is our last ride together, Peter, There are many reasons. One Is the law is on my trail! Will you please inform me what you are laughing ftt?" Constable carefully related the Crusoe episode. , Breen groaned. "Don't you Rec, Peter, you are winding yourself up tighter and tighter In my crimes?" "Somehow, I can't get wrought up over trifles to-night. The dotcctivo matter dis posed of, what aro the other reasons why you and I must diverge after this night?" Breen was silent a moment. "I was pretty hard-hit this morning," he said finally. "The rough weather broke down my idea about not going to the shop again. It seems incredible, but Soronla has never had a lover before I found her If you'll forgive me In need of me. Ycu 6ce, I had just come from tho reek ing stone of sacrifice where you lay; and I relit a pair of creolo eyes promised to go to sea no more." "Suppose I had missed Crusoe?" Con stable asked bitterly. "Suppose I had been a poor liar?" "There are many Crusocs, Peter. They won't all fail. You can't keep this one off always. It amounts to just this for me that I have found ray little isle In the midst of tho sea, like that other pro moter who all but conquered Europe." "But why could you not both go aboard with me?" the other persisted. "I have told you that after this ride I cease to vampirize the career of Con stable. If Crusoe finds the Hue de Itivoli, very well. If not, for the present, very well ngain. None of his ilk shall find you and me together. Two or three times, back across the forbidden tundras of years, I have met men who stack up something as you do In my thoughts to night. I never hurt any of those fellows as I have hurt you. I'm too fond of you to hit you any harder. .Let's talk about something else." Constable had roaelved a singular ap peal. He knew that If there were any future for him, he would think of Breen's last words co-ordinate in memory with the quoting rim of the crater. It did not occurJo him to answer at once. They were passing through Morne Rouge, so overcrowded now that people were sleep ing in the streets. On the dark down trail again, words did not come to him, and when the party re-entered the bank of falling ash and the sulphur stench, it was not good to open one's mouth in speech. The guides were paid at the edge of the city. Saint Pierre was dark and har rowingly still. The hoof-beats of the two mules which the Americans retained were muffled in the ash, as if they were pound ing along the sandy beach. Often the rousing fetor of death reached the nostrils of the riders, above the drying, cutting vapor of the volcano, and their beasts shied and snorted at the untoward humps on the highway. It was as if war and pestilence had stalked through Saint Pierre that day, and a winter storm had tried to cover the dreadful aftermath. A door opened at "last before them, and there was a cry from Soronia; Pere Rabeaut hurried out and led the mules to shelter. Constable sank into his old seat at the round table upder the window. He watch ed Breen and the woman. His friend was huge and lean in the lamp light; his white clothing stained from the saddle, his hair and muBtache white from ash, his black eyes burning In a face haggard unto ghastllness. The woman was in his arms as they stood together. What they said, Constable did not allow his mind to rea son with, but the glory of her lover's presence which shone In the eyes of So ronla called down upon the watclier his own black vistas of desolation. She had found, for an hour, the true and the beau tiful the soul anchorage which he was never to know J He would keep all craft of the Crusoe stamp from blundering Into her sweet haven this much he could do, was his thought. Food was placed before him, and he ate a lit tle, for the sake of Breen. His eyes pained from the lamplight, and he drop ped his face forward ino his arms on the table. Close to the wood, the vibrations of the mountain boomed louder in Jiis "But you must not go away again ! Soronla implored. "Yes, for an hour two hours at the most little fairy." Breen whispered. They were In the living rooms across the court, where the bird cages were tiered and covered with cloths. She clung to him pitifully. "With you away oh, my lover, no, no! I cannot live again for hours and hours!" "Hush! he Is In great trouble. He must not awake until after I am gone. Then he must not know where I have gone. I am going to the plantation house on the Morne d'Orange. It is for him. Two hours at the most, and the last the last I shall ever lcavo you, little fairy." Breen recrossed the court and entered the fruit shop on tiptoe. Constable did not move; his breathing was inaudible. At the street door Soronia joined him like a shadow. He kissed her and put her arms from him. It was eleven-fifteen by the old French clock. Soronia, alone, stared for an instant at the figure sprawled across the table the man who had caused her lover twice to be torn from her arms that day. Then she moved to a chair, In the shadows at the far end of the shop, and sat down rigidly to wait. CHAPTER XII. In the dim upper hallway, Lara read In the faco of her mother, hard and white as Ivory, that the clash of wills had come, A slender arm barred the door through which the daughter had to pass. "Lara, what do you mean to do?" "I mean to hear what this man has to say." "At midnight listen to an outlaw?" "Yes; let me passl" The elder woman did not move her arm. Slowly, softly, she said; "I say that you shall not I Order Uncle Joey to send the thief away, or you and I are estranged, K Lara faltered before tho revolting pox Blbllltles of tho moment. "Mother," sho Implored, "don't poison tho years I I nm a grown woman I sec my way clearly I" She leaned against tho arm that cross ed the doorway. It did not give. Tho faco close to hers In tho fceblo light burned away her self-control. Tho rigid ity of the bar suffocated as if It had pressed ngaiust her throat. Every fiber of her young body sprang tense to burst the Insufferable bond. Not a tissue re laxed, although tho bar was forced. Her mother's fingers scraped like wood across the casing. The sickening sound made nn Imperishable record In tho girl's brain. Horrified at tho thing sho had done, Lara would havo fallen at her mother's feet, praying forgiveness, had there reached her now a murmur of pain or relenting. But the face was not chauged. The sov ereign will would not have broken had she hewn her way Into the room with a sword. Low-spoken, freezing utterances found the brain of the girl, promptings of the dread, Imperfect faculty i "(Jo, grown woman, who sees her wa clearly 1 Go with the thief to your lover who dares not como to you 1 Go out to. tho hunted ship, then with tho thlof and bis dull tool I" Lara seized her hat and shawl and dart ed past tho pitiless voice, shutting her cars with her hands. Down the stairway sho sped, her one thought to flee. There was truce below ; the awfulness of defeat behind. The men had heard nothing. Breen stood by the door, his faco whitened with dust. Tho planter waited near the foot of the stairs an other obstacle. "Go to mother quickly she needs you !" "Where are you going, Lara?" tho old man gasped. "To tho ship with the other refugees!" "Not with this man, child " "He is Mr. Constable's friend." "But I'll go with you, dear 1 I'll have a carriage brought " "In the name of pity, Uncle Joey don't leave mother alone longer up there!" she said desperately. "I am go ing out to tho ship. Your nephew has asked me to be his wife. This man will take me to him. Go to mother!" The planter turned a last look at Breen and obeyed, his face a field of conflict. Lara threw the shawl about her shoul ders and hurried to the door, which Breen opened In utmost amazement. She turned to him In the dark, with the burning question : "Is Peter Constable defd?" "No " "Is he hurt lying on the ship?" "No, he is reasonably well, and In Saint Pierre." Reacting weakness rushed over her now, the doubts of an untried soul, and the loneliness of an outcast. The scene In the upper hallway was upreared in her brain. She had been borne throughout the day, unerringly by the processes of mind toward the expression of her own will; but the fruition was so sudden and horrible as forever to be beyond the shadow and circumstance of extenuation. If Constable were well and in Saint Pierre, why did he not come to her, in stead of sending this man? Even though Breen were all a man could be, had Con stable the right to send him to her, after the allegations of the press? Could there be any truth in the suggestions of her mother? Might there not exist In the Con stable character a war of the base and noble? These big tangible terrors possessed her. She could not go back the bridges were burned. The man at her side did not speak, save to answer her questions. Ahead were possibilities and fancies, be side which the rumbling menaces of the mountain were clean fears. She halted, ner body swayed a little, and the man put out. his hand to steady her. A cry escaped her lips. "I cannot go on!" sho exclaimed brok enly. "I have done a terrible wrong in coming. Everything Is different. Leave me. I I shall go back toward Fort de France !" (To be continued.) Jewelry In an Old Tin Can. A Bmull boy went to the Wulnut street police station last night. Iu u.h right hand he carried an old rusty tomato ean, says the Kunsus City Star. Lieut. Joseph Heydon was busy and did not notice the boy, whose head scarcely reached the top of the desk. "Say, mister," he said, "I guess I tot something I think you want." Heydon looked at the boy and tho can and smiled. Ho likes children. "I guess If you don't want It I don't either," ho replied. "But let's sec It." The boy walked around behind the desk. Heydon took the can and turned It bottom upward. Four gold watches, a locket, a cross, a necklace nnd one silver cuff link rolled out on the desk. "Son, I beg your pardon. I do want this," the lieutenant snld. "Where did you get It?" "Was digging for fishing worms down nt 19th and McGee streets," the boy replied. "Had a dandy place picked out to dig. Right 'longslde of bohio old ties near the northwest corner of 10th and McGee streets. Just got started to dig when I struck the old can. I looked Into It nnd found that stuff. It was about half past 7 when I found It. I took It home nnd waited till my stop fnther came home. He told mo to bring It up here." Odd Vie tor u Itulloon. It Is said that nn enterprising Par isian company haB discovered a meth od of blenching linen by balloon. A few hundred feet ubovo the earth the atmosphere Is nearly as pure over the city as In tho open country, nnd It Is In this higher region that tho linen Is dried by tho nld of a captive balloon, Tho linen Is attached to bamboo framcB nnd sent up. There nro nbout six ascents In a dny, An extra charge of from five to fifty centimes, or from ono to ten cents, is charged for each article. Jnt Cranky, Bmlth Isn't ho rather eccentric? Jones Oh, no. He's a poor man Choice Vrnlt. Tom She's tho apple of my eye. Jack Sho must bo a peach, tiZ' Vnlua at Trnn Net. To becomo convinced of tho amount of good thero Is In trap nests, ono must ubo thorn. Ho will then And out for n certainty which of his hens nro laying well nnd which are not. Per haps ho will bo surprised to lcnrn that fcomo of tho best egg producers ho has nre apparently his poorest specimens This is quite likely to hnppen. for not by nny means Is It nlwnys the flneBt looking hens tho hens which would scoro highest In tho show pen that will lay tho most eggs. Needless to say, the best layers only should bo kept If a flock is disgraced by egg-enters, tho trap nest will pick tho guilty ones out. likewise tho drone, so that tho flock may bo culled until only profitable stock Is left As but ono hen can bo present nt n tlmo to lay, It also does uwny with crowding nnd quarreling, whereby tho danger of breaking tnn eggs In tho nest Is lessoned. It indi cates, too, which hens are tho winter layers, the Inyers of the most fertile eggs, tho most symmetrical ones and the brown, tho white nnd tho speckled ones. At tho saino tlmo It necessi tates frequent handling by taking the hens off tho nest, bo that even tho wildest birds become more tame, a,nd nro less likely to scare. Summed up briefly, It enables the breeder to got In touch with the Individual hen, nscer tnln her good nnd bad qunlltles, nnd satisfy himself of her general condi tion. Tho only objection that can be rnlsed ngnlnst It, any way, Is that It requires a lot of attention. The nests want visiting every other hour, nt least, nnd every hour would be better, through the dny. For tho shiftless poultrymnn, therefore, they are hnidly to bo recommended. Agricultural Eplt- omlst niKbta of the Hired Man. A little thought and a little "put yourself in his place" would do won ders in solving tho problem of "How to keep tho hired man on the farm." Of course there nre many worthless fel lows strolling nbout tho country looking for Jobs ns farm hands, and nny em ployer Is liable to get ono of them. On the other hand, tlwre nro many employers who treat their men in such a manner that no self-respecting young man would remain In their service. As a rule tho hand who goes at hli work cheerfully nnd dot's not complnln If a little extra Job comes tils way, Is the man who can nlways find a place at the best wages going, while the on who grumbles at his regular work and flatly refuses to do an extra task is al ways moving from place to place. The employer who is considerate to his men, who does not Impose upon them by word or deed, Is the ono who can nl wayB get good men, and ho seldom has to hunt them up. The hired man Is entitled to a good bed nnd cotnfortnble room, with n plnce for his clothlug. Ho Is entitled to good, wholesome food, nnd, ahovo all, he is entitled to decent treatment nnd kind words. Selt-Opcnlnit Hlltllnu Door. The door should bo hung on a per fectly horizontal bar. A cord or sninll rope Is fastened to tho door near tho top nnd runs over a pulley at the end of tho track on which. tho door Is hung. The ropo Is fastened to a bucket or a paint keg Is good, In which sulllclent weight Is placed to draw tho door open MjffHl ' iff BELF-OI'ENINQ 1)000. when catch Is raised. Tho cord run nlng from tho catch should run the entlro length of tho barn, so tho door mny bo opened from nny part bf tho drivewny, or mny extend to n post In tho burnyard, so the door may bo open ed when In tho wagon or on horseback. American Farm World. Sheep Are Not Stupid. tTho sheep Is usually Bet down for n model of stupidity, but a gentleman who has Just returned from a three years' trip In tho West tells tho fol lowing story; "I was on horseback u great part of tho tlmo nnd often visit ed largo sheep ranches. Ono day. whlln riding along, a mother sheep trotted up toward my horse, bleating pitifully. At Inst I made out that thero wim something wrong off toward tho left. I followed tho sheop In that direction, and soon found the cause of her dis tress. Her Inmb had fallen Into a shallow pit nnd could not get out. I lifted the little thing un. and tlm tudo of the mother sheep's eyes wl'l nlways be a sourco of consolation to me. CONVENIENT BTOUEHOCNE. Tim Knrinorn' Prosperity. v iir nvldcneo of tho prosperity of thoso engaged In ngrlculturnl pur .tiiu is needed thnn to witness tho showing of wealth at tho various Stnto fairs this season. Chlcagonns who at tended tho nnnunl shows nt Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Indiana, Ohio and Kentucky hnvo returned with tho most rhPi'rlnir renorts of prosperity In tho fnrmliig districts as was well shown by tho Increased attendance at eacn or tho Stnto fnlrs ns compared with recent yenrs. Prnetleallv all of tho State shows tins year had greater numbers of rurnl vis itors thnn hnvo ever attended boforo. Were tho farmers n llttlo pinched for money doubtless mnny of them would havo remained nwny from their Stnto fairs, viewing a few days' study nud plensuro ns n luxury which thoy, couiu not afford. This year, however, the fanners turned out In record Milliners, nnd spent moro money thnn In former years. Goodall's Farmer. Vnlunhla In he Ico House. This Is n storehouse, 4 to 0 feet squnre, In tho lco house, or of nny con venient size for the milk nnd butter. Tho room should bo provided with n ventllntor nt the top. Tho doors lead ing to tho room should ench hnvo n Hash at tho top. , The sketch shows only tho Inside door. Tho houso proper Is built with wnlls, tho spuco being filled with sawdust. Tho dotted lines show tho outline of tho lco when the houso Is filled. If sawdust is piled upon and around tho storeroom It makes a flno pluco to storo vegetable or fruits. Frnll "Wrapping Machine. A fruit wrapping mnchlno has been put In operation in California. It re quires practically no attention nnd en tirely automatically wraps tho fruit, says Country Gentleman. Tho fruit rolls down a slight Incline to the oper ator, turning slowly over as It ap proaches htm and giving hi in an oppor tunity to remove defective specimens. The fruit Is lifted ami placed atcm up In rubber cups, which carry It to n me chanism operating much as tho human hands. It Is carried to the paper being cut nnd printed from the roll. Tim twist of the paper Is made over the stem end, thus cushioning the stem and pre venting puncture Injury, If tho mn chlno becomes clogged, It Is stopped by a clutch operated by electricity. A counting attachment regis tern tho num ber wrapped. Tho capacity of tho ma chine is said to equal six good wrappers. Illllr Orchard Land. A certain rough section In Penn sylvanla thnt has hitherto been re garded as of llttlo value, for nny pur pose, hns been found to Ih well suited to tho production of npples, and the farmers there hnvo been Induced to en gngo In orchnrd planting In n wholesale woy, being nssurcd thnt tho bualncst will pny largely. We Iinve much rourh ly, hilly I nnd In several of our south ern counties that ought to bo used In the snmo way. Indiana Fnrmcr. What HlerllUed Milk la. What 1b sterilized milk nud what nre its ndvnntngcs? V. W. II. W., Vir glnln. Tho milk Is sterilized by stentn, which heats It to nbout 150 degrees nnd nfter that It Is cooled down with n cooler. This Is called pasteurizing. It Is heated to a point thut kills nil germ life and then cooled. It sometimes gives tho milk n cooked flavor. ' The Uncfiil Sunflower. Sunflower seeds nro Bald to giro ni. extra flno flavor to eggs nnd nro much used by the French pcoplo for that purpose. Remember this when yon plant your garden nnd drpp in Boina seeds around tho edges and In tho odd corners. A few planted near tho sink drain will help to keep awny mlnsnm nnd glvo you hendfl of seed tb'qt will bo mammoth in slzo. Practical Farm Notes, Don't full to cut out and bum any canes Infested by insects nnd diseases. Havo you ever noticed that mon who uro tho most successful fanuors stick to tho crops they know most about, making a specialty of them? Tho man who experiments with every now thing that comes along will find It expensive business, Measuro hny in tho stack this way: Mensuro tho stack In length, width and over. Multiply tho width In feet by tho over and divide by four, Then multiply tho result by length. To re duce to ton of hay In stack leas than twenty days, divide the cubical con tents by B12. For moro than twenty and less than sixty days divide by 422, and for more than sixty days di vide by 860. Olio hlghwiiyinan out In V , Park was nhln tn i.m.. . " UII"toa Bovcn stago conches, ono aft J tki III quick BUecORsInn ,.,u.. . " "Nhtf Ing In nny of them a SL los.1 enough to mko t Kl tempt to avo hl owi iS? ...v. nun iUU)lt lny - v Previous rental in i.i. ...Mei thi Most of these passengL J wore easterners, or at folk with ns llttlo fninllln; ; y for guns nnd ninfni. r "kin mlttod tho cogency 'of " innn's argument Is t out on nil tnoso stnges tlicro m T K been nt lenst n few nJH mm h or less to tho innnner trnlned S'T hnd both seen nnd used nZg missive nn tho rest, ami B J mance of nrivnnium . 1 nod thro,,.., wV . zrr ... " '"nil, irora if. dKtPnce, seems llko ridiculous t J m inn mucii reason fn... sinning that tl.o hlghwnymnn , boldest man In thnt hcwfl ul historic canon. Tho chance 2 no win cut n noor nmn- ..." ovltnblo enpture and turn ont to Z only nn ordinary nifllan nfter nil i'i vihij, uint nowndaji m HKplo havo a decided objection to ting killed. It's a new fmi u ly nobody seemed to mind It much ! a violent end mnrn or i. tlirv milt llnlllinrntn l.l r common lot. Yet. t'ronf- m l i.n . " ' "' -iiiL-r iu mm. fill ns linn nmiii tn in ii, i . .. ... . , ra,TO,t, of odds, thero Mill lingers an imu inu mimimuon ror mo man Tthocij lirnore obvious trii barbarians thnt wo nre, will find n mini it in vii'iv i ii in imiA avi... . "rtn.f picturesque nnd heroic poreonjje U " v "" " on MM to u it nupiui; uwu no mny ttetn v. nnrmiortt Snmnlinm l... . enriieu ii h i.ooo. Trreutlolh Oonturr in,., IW.Ue-01d-TI.ner, lei- ..M A TEST OF COTJBAuE. ft .a At a. . ... wvi f i v iiuu u uvLii uuu liuaiiiDiff nnupauiy 10 enen oincr. liorer, On yeliow dog, hnd tho freedom of i Urn yard with n picket fence round It, uj a gttto unit wns always kept utitm In tho street outside. Whenerer Prbti enmu irouiug nioug uutit woma w n ninth nt flu. frnrn nm! lift tain. niiW . . . ....i .i... ..... ....... 1 1 ... . j .i...... ..... .... .. . i . i .. . . . .it.. on tho outside, glaring at each otter with InextlnguUhnblo fury, birtbj i.w.i.tlin. mill uhImc vtntant hnma. the purport of which wa that a i with nut for that ento there would same tierce nnd terrible flglitlDf. Ono morning Prince come alon&iooi- I.... inri. nf.rinli-n (linn uitllL ItOTt! f him Tin. hnlr aloof bll bttl i .... ...11. m tuvnrtt rroil . .1.. s .. . ittr tf via vnn firiivn in., ruin ni u w. p.nrini nt tho cnte In hl cuitomtrj i- i ii.... i mm mil mir ir ititiififMiirw Hutu who jiuuau .nm.ln Wfl IPC! 1. 1 ... in in. - . .nntnMin It wns an nwiui inonin.u ti'A tho smallest fraction oi .. ..v.. - . ....i. n i 'I'lmv acted insiam'' "" uisinni nowi, - - , .. n,i mil hack into tho yaru - - IT1I1PO DIM - II IH U Hllll'll. Illlll ' in. iii atreet. aim in.1'" '. . . . ni. rl nt airu i neighbors say, uiu chuui at tho other. h Iloth were cowards, ono w'u been found out A Orealo Wonder. . .nm!nlnf ' VU11L11IUI Vll" - IaJ nmnmr I.IIIIT HllUJl'lia ,.v .-, . hnr mini g a It" V il'iiliili w . nAir her class to do fc.r honor. I1IH1I1 LUU O'! ' ' it MT rfl 'Now, cliinirn., -" OTdec you to tell mo somciuins nil nooui VIHV..V..... , Wft "How they it of JJr i courBO wonderful, " tning moru . t .... ...... n pneu - . nnill 'I Illlll III' "I" . ...nT? .. .i itnA their Uf"" hoo they ever gm - Ladles' uomo 1 1 . Wind. nomo. come," cried tho WWj . narnin iuum . nnv rent when you w I I don't pny tcnU w Mnrtlcd stranger. "alien you own a w" "N-no." . . y i ,rt rin a real cstnto a nlnln nealer. - -mt rm my An open -- . 0 pt . tho bouI, but It l "nru body would ba wcking V,