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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,