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WTrZF&SFl&Tu,. I Consolidated Feb., 1899.
VOIj. II. NO. 31.
: II Doctor fjiletnma 1
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By Hesba
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CHAPTER XX. (Continued.)
"Ton love her?" said Johanna. . .
"Certainly," I answered, "as my sis
ter." "Better than any woman now living?'
he pursued.
"Yes." I replied.
"That is all Julia requires," she con
tinued; "so let us say no more at pres
ent, Martin. Only understand that all
Idea of marriage between her and my
brother is quite put away. Don't argue
with me, don't contradict me. Come to
see us as you would have done but for
that unfortunate conversation last night.
All will come right by-and-by."
"But Captain Carey "'I began.
"There! not a word!" she interrupted
Imperatively. "Tell me all about that
wretch. Richard Foster. How did you
come across him? Is he likely to die?
Is he anvthina- like Kate Daltrey? I
will never call her Kate Dobree as long
as the world lasts. Come, Martin, tell
me everything about him."
She sat with me most of the morning,
talking with animated perseverance, and
at last prevailed upon me to take her a
walk in Hyde Park. Her pertinacity did
me good in spite of the irritation it
caused me. When her dinner honr was
at hand I felt bound to attend her to
her house in Hanover street; and I could
not get away from her without first
speaking to Julia. Her face was very
sorrowful, and her manner sympathetic.
We said only a few words to one another,
but I went away with the impression that
her heart was still with me.
At dinner Jack announced his intention
of paying a visit to Richard Foster.
"You are not fit to deal with the fel
low," he said; "you may be sharp enough
upon your own black sheep in Guernsey,
but you know nothing of the breed here.
Now if I see him I will squeeze out of
him every mortal thing he knows about
Jack returned, his face kindled with
excitement. He caught my hand, and
erasped it heartily.
"I no more believe she is dead than 1
am," were his first words. "You recol
lect me teeing yon of a drunken brawl
in a street oS the Strand, where a fel
low, as drunk as a lord, was for claim
ing a pretty girl as his wife; only I had
followed -her out of Ridley s agency of
fice, and was just in time to protect her
from him. A girl I could have fallen in
love with myself. You recollect?
"Yes, yes," I said, almost breathless.
"He was the man, and Olivia was the
.girl!"- exclaimed Jack.
"No!" I cried.
"Yes"!" continued Jack, with an affec-.
tionate lnnge at me; "at any rate I can
swear he is the man; and I would bet a
thousand to one that the girl was Olivia.
"But when was it?" I asked.
"Since he married again," he answer
ed; "they were married on the 2d of Oc
tober, and this was early in November.
I had! gone to Ridley's after a place for
a poor fellow as an assistant to a drug
gist, and I saw the girl distinctly. She
gave the name of Ellen Martineau. Thost
letters about her death are all forgeries.'
"Olivia's is not," I said; "I know her
handwriting too well."
"Well, then," observed Jack, "there is
only one explanation. She has sent them
herself to throw Foster off the scent; she
thinks she will be safe if he believes her
"No," I answered hotly, "she wonld
never have done such a thing as that."
"Who else is benefited by it?" he ask
ed gravely. "It does not put Foster into
possession of any of her property, or
that would have been a motive for him
to do it But he gains nothing by it; and
he is so convinced of her death that he
has taken a second wife."
"What can I do now?" I said, speaking
loud, though I was thinking to myself.
"Martin," replied Jack, gravely, "isn't
it wisest to leave the matter as it stands?
If you find Olivia, what then? She is as
much -separated from you as she can be
by death. So long as Foster lives it is
worse than useless to be thinking of her.
"I only wish to satisfy myself that she
Is anve, I answered. "Just think of it,
Jack, not to know whether she is living
. or dead! You must help me to satisfy
myself. This mystery would be intolera
ble to me."
"You're right, old fellow," he said, cor
dially; "we will go to Ridley's together
to-morrow morning.
We were there soon after the doors
were open. There were not many cli
ents present, and the clerks were enjoy
ing a slack time. Jack had recalled to
his mind the exact date of his former
visit; and thus the sole difficulty was
overcome. The clerk found the name of
Ellen Martineau entered under that date
in his book.
"Yes," he said, "Miss Ellen Martineau
English teacher in a French school; pre
mium to De paid, about HO: no salary
reference, Mrs. Wilkinson, No. 19, Bell-
ringer street.
"No. 19 Bellringer street!" we repeated
In one breath.
"Yes, gentlemen, that is the address,"
aid the clerk, closing the book. "Shall
I write it down for you? Mrs. Wilkin
son was the party who should have paid
our commission; as you perceive, a pre
mium was required instead of a salary
given. We feel pretty sure the young
lady went to the school, bnt Mrs. Wil
kinson denies it, and it is not worth our
while to pursue our claim in law."
"Cab you describe the young lady?"
inquired. '.
"Well, no. We have such hosts of
young ladies here."
"Do you know where the school is?"
"No. - Mrs. Wilkinson was the party,'
he said. "We had nothing to do with it,
except to send any ladies to her who
thought it worth their while. : That was
all." -
'. As we could obtain no further informs
tion we went away, and paced np and
down the tolerably quiet street, deep in
. consultation. That we should have need
for great caution, and as much craftiness
as we both possessed, in pursuing our in
quiries was quite evident. Who could
be this Mrs. Wilkinson? Was it possi
ble that site might prove to be Mrs. Fos
ter herself? At any rate it wonld not do
for either of us to present ourselves there
in auest of Miss Ellen Martineau. It
was finally settled between ns that Jo
hanna should be entrusted with the diplo
matic enterprise. - -
. Johanna put in the next day following
down the clews Jack and I had discov
ered. "Well, Martin," she said that evening.
"you need suffer no more" anxiety. Olivia
has gone as English teacher in an excel
lent French school, where the lady is
thoroughly acquainted with English ways
and comforts. This is the prospectus of
the. establishment. You see there are
'extensive grounds for recreation, and the
comforts of a cheerfully happy home, the
domestic arrangements being on a thor
oughly liberal scale.' - Here is also a pho
tographic view of the place; a charming
villa, you see, in the best French style.
The lady s husband is an avocat; and ev
erything is taught by professors cosmog
raphy and pedagogy, and other studies of
which we never heard when I was a girl.
Olivia is to stay there twelve months, and
in return for her services will take les
sons from any professors attending the
establishment. Your mind may be quite
at ease now."
"But where is the place?".! inquired,
"Oh! it is in Normandy Noireau," he
said "quite out of the range "of railways
and tourists. There will be no danger of
any one finding her out there; and you
know she has changed her name alto
gether this time." - -.-.
'Did. you discover that Olivia and Ellen
Martineau are the same persons?" I ask
"No,' I did not." she answered?
thought you were sure of that."
I j
But I was not sure of it; neither could
Jack be sure. He puzzled himself in
trying to give a satisfactory description
of his Ellen Martineau; but every an
swer he gave to my eager questions-!
plunged us into greater uncertainty. He
was not sure of the color either of her
hair or eyes, and made blundering guesses
at her height. " - .
What was I to believer
It was running too great a risk to
make -any further Inquiries at No. 19
Bellringer street, Mrs. Wilkinson was
the landlady of the lodging bouse, and
she had told Johanna that Madame Per
rier boarded with her when she was in
London. But she might begin to talk to
her other lodgers, if her own curiosity
were excited; and once more my desire
to fathom the mystery hanging about
Olivia might plunge her into fresh diffi
culties, should it reach the ears of Fos
ter or his wife. - - -"
r "I must satisfy myself about her safe
ty now," I said. "Only put yourself in
my place. Jack. How can I rest till I
know more about Olivia?"'
"I do put myself in your place," he
answered. "What do you say to having
a run down to this place in Basse Nor
mandy, and seeing for yourself- whether
Miss Ellen Martineau is your Olivia?" .-,
"How can I?" I asked, attempting to
hang back from the suggestion. It was a
busy time with us. The season was in
'full roll, and our most aristocratic pa
tients were in town. The easterly winds
were bringing in their usual harvest of
bronchitis and diphtheria. If I went
Jack's hands would be more than full.
Had these things come to perplex us on'y
two months earlier, I could have taken
a holiday with a clear conscience.
- "Dad will jump at the chance of com
ing back for a week," replied Jack; "he
is bored to death down at Fulham. Go
you must, for my sake, old fellow. You
are good for nothing as long as you're so
down in the mouth. I shall be glad to be
rid of you." . ' . . .- -.
In this way it came to pass that two
evenings later I was crossing the Chan
nel to Havre, and found myself about
five o'clock in the afternoon of the next
day at Falaise. It was the terminus of
the railway in that direction; and a very
ancient conveyance was in waiting to
carry on any. travelers who were venture
some enough to explore the regions be
yond. - .
I very much preferred sitting beside
the driver, a red-faced, smooth-cheeked
Norman, habited in a bine blouse, who
could crack his long whip with almost the
skill Of a Parisian omnibus driver. We
were friends in a trice, for my patois was
almost identical with his own. and he
could not believe his own ears that he
was talking with an Englishman.
The sun sank below the distant hori
zon, with the trees showing clearly
against it, and the light of the stars that
came out one by one almost cast a denned
shadow upon our path, from the poplar
trees standing in long straight rows in
the hedges. If I found Olivia at the end
of that star-lit path my gladness in it
would be completed. Yet if I found her.
what then ? I should see her for a few
minutes in the dull salon of a school, per
haps with some watchful, spying French
woman present I should simply satisfy
myself that she was living. There could
be nothing more between us. I dared
not tell her how dear she was to me, or
ask her it she ever thought of me in her
loneliness and friendlessness.
I began to sound the driver, cautiously
wheeling about the' object of my excur
sion into those remote regions. - I had
tramped through Normandy and Brit
tany three or four times, but there had
been no inducement to visit Noireau,
which resembled a Lancashire - cotton
town, and I had never been there.
There ' are not many English at Noi
reau?" I remarked suggestively. . '
"Not one," he replied "not one at this
moment There was one little English
mam'zelle peste!-
very pretty little
English girl, who was voyaging precisely
like you, m'sieur, some months ago.
There was a little child with her, and the
two were quite alone. They are very in
trepid, are the English mam'zelles. She
did not know a word of our language.
But that was droll, m'sieur! A French,
demoiselle would never voyage like that."
The little child puzzled me. Yet I
could not help fancying that this young
Englishwoman traveling alone, with no
knowledge of French, must be my Olivia.
At any rate it could be no other than
Miss Ellen Martineau. -
"Where was she going to?" I asked.
"She came to Noireau to be an in
structress in an establishment,' answered
the driver, in a tone of great enjoyment
"an establishment founded by the wife
of Monsieur Emile Perrier, the avocat!
He! he! he! how droll that was, m'sieur!
An avocat! So they believed that in
England? Bah! Emile Perrier an avo
cat 1" " : -' - -:r-
"But what is there to laugh at?" I ask
ed. "Am I an avocat?" he inquired deris
ively, "am I a proprietor? am I even a
cure? Pardon, m'sieur, but I am just as
much avocat, proprietor, cure, as Emile
Perrier. He was an impostor.: He be
came bankrupt; he and his wife ran away
to save themselves; the establishment
was broken up. It was a bubble, m'sieur,
and it burst." -
" My driver clapped his hands together
lightly, as though Monsieur Perrier's bub
ble needed very tittle pressure to dis
perse it.
"Good heavens!" I . exclaimed, "but
what became of Oli-of the young Eng-
usn iaay, ana tne child?
"Ah,-m'sieur!" he said. "I do not know
I do -not live in Noireau, but I pass to
and fro from Falaise. She has not re
turned in my omnibus, that is all I know.
But she could go to Granville, or to Caen.
.mere are oiner omniouses, . you see.
somebody will tell you down there." -
It was nearly eleven o'clock before we
entered the town; but I learned a few
more particulars from the middle-aged
v, uuuiii iu lub uuiiiiuus oureau. one rec
ollected the name of Miss EUen Marti
neau, and her arrival; and she described
her. with the accuracy and faithfulness
of a woman. -If she were not Olivia her
self she must be her very counterpart.
- I started out early the next morning
to find the Rue de Grace,' where the in
scription on my photographic view of the
premises represented them as situated
There Were two houses, one standing in
the street, the other lying back beyond a
very pleasant garden. A Frenchman was
pacing no and down the broad erarol
path , which connected them, examining
uiiiicaiij ute. tiuc9 giuwmg against, the
walls. Two little children were ram-
boling about in close white caps, and with
frocks down to their heels. Upon seeing
me he lifted his hat. "I returned the salr
ntation with a politeness as ceremonious
as his own. - .
"Monsieur is an Englishman?" he said
in a doubtful tone.
"From the Channel Islands." I replied
t Ahl you belong to us," he said, "but
you are hybrid, half English, half
French; a fine race. I also have English
blood in my veins." -i ;
I paid monsieur a compliment upon the
result of the admixture of blood in his
own instance, and then proceeded to un
fold my object m now visiting him. :
"Ahl" he Baid,. "yes, yes, yes; Perrier
was an impostor. These houses are
mine, monsieur. I live in the front yon
der; my daughter and son-in-law occupy
me otner. we had the photographs tak
en for our own pleasure, but i Perrier
must have bought them from the artist,
no doubt. I have a small cottage at the
back of my house; monsieur! there it is.
Terrier rented it from me for two hun
dred francs a year. I permitted him to
pass along this walk, and through our
coach house into a passage which leads
to the street where madame had her
school. Permit me, and I wilt .show it
to you. -j - - - - .... . -
He led me through a shed, and alomr
dirty, vaulted passage, into a mean street
at the back. A small, miserable-looking
nonse stood in it, shut up, with broken
persiennes covering the windows.' -: My
heart sank at the idea of Olivia living
U ..l. .j : . . , .
jicic, iu sucu uisi-uiuiun ana neglect and
sordid poverty.
Did you ever see a young English
lady nere, monsieur?" I asked; "she ar
rived about the beginning of last Novem
DPI. ', , - V . ,
. "But yes, certainly, monsieur," he re
plied, "a- charming English demoiselle
One must have been bjind not to observe
her."; A sweet face, with hair of gold
but a little more somber. :.
"What height was she, monsieur?"
inquired. ,
"A Just height," he answered, "not tall
like a camel, nor too short like a mon
key. She would -stand an inch or two
abova your shoulder,, monsieur."
It could be no other than my Olivia!
She had been living here, then, in this
miserable place, only a month ago; bnt
where could she be now? How was I
to find any trace of her? .7
I will make some inquiries from my
daughter," said the Frenchman; "when
the establishment was broken up I was
ill with the fever, monsieur. We have
fever often here. But she will know
will ask her."
He returned to me after some time,
with the information that the English
demoiselle had been seen in the house
of 'a woman who sold milk, Mademoiselle
Rosalie by name; and he volunteered to
accompany me to her dwelling.
It was a poor-looking house, of one
room only,, in the same street as the
school; but we found no one there except
an old woman, exceedingly deaf, who
told ns that Mademoiselle Rosalie was
gone somewhere to nurse relative, who
was dangerously ill, and she knew noth
ing of an Englishwoman and a little girl.
I turned away baffled and discouraged;
but my new friend was not so quickly
depressed. It was impossible, he main
tained, that the English girl and the
child could have left the town unnoticed.
He went with me to all the omnibus bu
reaus, where we made argent inquiries
concerning the passengers who had quit
ted Noireau during the last month, iso
places had been taken for Miss Ellen
Martineau and the child, for there was
no such name in any of the books. But
at each bureau I was -recommended to
see the drivers upon their return in the
evening; and I was compelled to give np
the pursuit for that day.
- - (To be continued.)
Pony Was a Bacer and Had to Keep in
the Front.
A gentleman who is a member of the
Meadow Brook Hunt Club and delights
in horseback riding received a few days
ago a wiry "cayuse" or cow-pony, as
they are called in the Northwest The
animal had some -speed and an easy
gait, and, after riding it around the
country roads a few days, he rode it,
one evening, with a party of ladles and
gentlemen who were out for a moon
light canter. ;T
The party split up into couples, and
while the gentleman in question would
much prefer to have taken the rear of
the line with the lady whose escort he
wag, yet the pony developed an unex
pected ambition to lead the procession,
according to the New York Mail and
Express. ; He let the "cayuse" have
its own way only to find that the head
strong animal insisted on being at
least one-half a length in front of the
horse ridden by the lady.
There "Was no holding - that pony
back on even terms with the other
hosses. It pranced about, jumped
from side to side and pulled the bit
and would be quiet only when it had
its nose well to the front. The lady en
Joyed it immensely, but the gentleman
well, he"-left unsaid many - things
which he had planned to say to the
young lady when they started on the
ride. Subsequently the gentleman
found the pony had been used for rac
ing in the West and had been trained
to "go to the front and stay there."
Where Centenarians Dwell.
More people over one' hundred years
old are found in mild climates than in
the higher altitudes, according to the
Family Doctor." According to . the
last census of the German Empire, of
a population of 55,000,000 only 78 have
passed the hundredth year. France,
with a population of 40,000,000, has 213
centenarians. In England there are
146; in Ireland, 578; and in Scotland,
46. Sweden has 10, and Norway 23;
Belgium, 5; Denmark, 2; Switzerland,
none. Spain, with a population of 18,-
000,000, has 401 persons over 100 years
of age. Of the 2,250,000 inhabitants of
Servia,- 575 hare passed the century
mark. It Is said that the oldest person
living is Bruno Cotrlm, born in Africa,
and now living in Rio Janeiro. He is
150 years old. A coachman in Moscow
has lived for 140 years. -
Further Information Wanted.
In one of ."the later settlements of
New South Wales a man was put on
trial for stealing a watch. The evidence
had' been -very conflicting, and as the
jury retired the Judge remarked kindly
that if he could give any assistance in
the way of smoothing out possible diffi
culties he should be happy to do so.
: Eleven of the jury had filed out of the
box, but the twelfth remained, and the
expression on his face showed that he
was in deep trouble, ; , - ,r
"Well, sir," remarked the Judge, "Is
there any question you would like to
ask me before you retire?" , - .
i The Juror's face brightened, and he
replied eagerly: ' -
"I would like to know, my lord, If you
could tell us whether the prisoner stole
the watch." .. ij: I .'
Wanted to Be Heathen.
' Little John (after casting his penny
into tne luna lor me rmiuuiuiu lsiana
oT-oiT wish I was a heathen!
Sabbath-School .Teacher-rOh, Johnny!
Why do you wish such an awful thing
as that? y- : - - f -----
"The -heathen, don't never have to
give nothin' they are always get&ui
somethlnV Harpers Bazar.
What He Was Doing Of.
Mrs. Kelly Did yez hear of the felly
ocrosht the way dyin' of Anglophobia?
Mrs. Googan Yes mean hydrophobia
Mrs. Kelly No; I mean Anglopho
bia! He wuz cheerin' fer King Ed
ward, an' de gang heerd hiini-Judge.
Bnmd of Ocean Steamer.
- The speed of our fastest ocean steam
era Is now greater than that of express
trains on Italian railways.--
Few Millionaires in France.
There are four millionaires . in En
gland to one in France. -
A second-class joke has caused many
a man to lose a nrst-class friend. '
Fair Dorothea, a goodly mayde,
From Puritans descended,
In klrtle, cap and kerchief prayed
That famine sore be ended.
Though plnmp and fair albeit she kept.
She tired of frugal living.
Bo prayed she while the Elders slept, -
"Lord, send a true Thanksgiving.''
The canning lass. She had no lack -
Of gown or ermine tippet,
Of mettled palfrey's pinioned back.
Or pretty fawning whippet.
The roses in her saucy cheeks
Are not by famine shrunken.
Her wholesome appetite bespeaks . --
The pies of quince or pumpkin.
But ah, her secret you have guessed,
Sharp eyes her tricks discover;
For Mistress Dorothea is vexed
To miss her soldier lover. -
'Who; with his bullets, powder, match.
In forests dense Is living.
That he the bounding roe may snatch
To make their first Thanksgiving.
- - . - .
Ah, Miss Dorothea, yonr face
In smiling beanty painted, " .
Looks on me from -a panel's space
Long, long, have you been - painted.
May we, though centnries apart,
In peace and plenty Hving,
Voice yOor petition of the heart. -
"Lord, send a true Thanksgiving."
fr-fr-fr . ! ! ! ! ! V ! ! ! ! ! !
authority in me vested, -do here
by appoint as a day of
thanksgiving " - -
In sonorous, well-rounded accents the
sentences rolled forth. Little ' Jimmy
Quinn, newsboy and waif, listened, catch
ing not all that was spoken. But he un
derstood the import, and he thought how.
grand and majestic did the name and the
official designation. Governor, fill out
the dignified, well-worded announcement.
He was outside the hotel. Now he tip
toed and looked over a"creen into a
lounging room. - -' ; t : '- J
Jimmy saw a person he thought the
nicest-faced, noblest looking man he had
ever met, standing facing a mixed audi
ence, who' had been listening while he
read the Governor's Thanksgiving proc
lamation, though Jimmy, not seeing the
paper he had just put aside, supposed he
had been speaking it out. - '
"Further," said the' pleasant faced, fine-
eyed young man who held the interest of ,
the group by his magnetic oratorical
grasp and general good fellowship, "be it
ordained that I, the Governor, command
that one ten-pound turkey be given to
every poor family, family with no father
two turkeys, family with no mother three
turkeys.'1- .
' Jimmy got down from painful tiptoe
poise, full of the rarest excitement,
wrought np by a vivid imagination. -."Crackey!"
he exploded. "Here's
news !". and "bolted down the street lor
home.. - ' "" . ? .f:
'-'Home" was a rickety cabin in an un
kempt yard. -It had known no woman's
care for three weeks. Jimmy and his
brother, had been "ke nng i bachelor's
hall" while she was in tUv hospital.
. Across the back yard was stretched a
taut wire, and against it leaned a balanc
ing pole. Just near it wag an impromptu
spring-board, with an old torn mattress
under it. -"- - "". - - - . - -. . -
. Jimmy's older brother, Ned, had just
turned a double somersault as the former
burst npon the scene with a prolonged:
"Hello! what's up?" queried Ned, pos
ing for another tumble. -
. "Hold on! Say great news!" .
"Welir -
"The-Governor's in town!"
"Heyl what Govercor?" challenged
Ned, suspiciously and incredulously.
"Why, of the State the big nob, see?
I saw him!. I heard him speak his proc
" lermation go ahead."
"He promised one turkey to every poor
man, two to half orphans, three to "
"Gwan!" J
Ned disdainfully turned the cold shoul-
der on his brother. - I
"But, say " ' j
"Naw! There's nothin' to it. Some-
body's been kiddin' your j
"But it was the Governor! . Dldn t he
loi. wub ius iiw.-mui,uuu I iuu i no
look a Governor all over? Two turkeys."
"Sav. Jlmmv." eravelV interrnntod
Ned, "drop it. You've been hoaxed. Get
down to business now, if yon ever expect j
to make a man of Yourself." i
Ever since the last circus came to town
the Quinn boys had been "making men
of themselves" in a way unique-r-the ac
robatic way.
They were spry, supple, daring. Ned
was "India rubber!" He could flip up
in the air like an expert tumbler already,
after a month's practice. And as to Jim
my's wire-walking feats Ned declared
they would soon be earning "fifty per"
as "the celebrated Flying Brothers!"
And they had a sacred motive in view,
"for mother's sake." She had scrubbed,
washed, worked day and night to raise
them. Now, even out of the trivial
amount they earned selling papers, they
had saved a small sum to buy her a new
"comfort-rocker" when she came out ofJ
the hospital.
Jimmy went through his practice in a
half-hearted way. His cherished hopes
had been "sat on." He believed in fairies
and luck, and therefore in "the Governor"
and his turkeys, and he determined to
find out more about them the next day,
without saying anything about It to the
scoffing Ned. ''
Opportunity presented the following af
ternoon. Jimmy was getting rid of his
last "extry," when he recognized a splen
did figure coming up the street it was
"the Governor!" ,
With due awe and hesitation Jimmy
approached him, and the smiling, good
natured young man noticed it, "
"Well, youngster," he said, "you act as
if yon wanted to speak to me."
"I do, Governor." " :
"What's that?" exclaimed the other,
puzzled. -
"Oh, I know you!" nodded Jimmy In
a mysterious, Masonic way and blurted
out his story, and asked to be put on "the
two-turkey list."
An amused expression crossed "the
Governor's" face. He was only a trav
eling jewelry salesman, but he could not
mar this lad's bright faith. He looked
interested and grave when Jimmy told
an his story of hardship, hope and en
deavor. -
"Jimmy Quinn," he said, taking out his
note book and making an entry. "Keep
quiet about my being the Governor, be-J
canse I'm a modest man, and don t like
to attract attention."
"Yes, sir," promised Jimmy fervently,
proud of the confidence implied. :
t "Thanksgiving day, when your mother
comes home, you shall have two turkeys,
I pledge the Governor's royal word for
it, friend Jimmy!" - - ;
Jimmy turned over in bed with a yell.
rid his brother grabbed him. He had
been dreaming of ten thousand turkeys
roasting on a spit a mile long, and
thought he fell in among them, so -
'Fire!" he shouted.
'Bet your lifer cried Ned. "Get up!
There's a corker of a blaze somewhere!"
Sure enough, there was. The town was
astir. Half-dressed, the brothers were
soon scudding wildly down -the street. -
"Jimmy," said Ned, breathlessly, as
they turned the corner, "the Central's all
ablaze!" - .. ' . -' v. ' -
The principal hotel of the little inland
city was doomed. In the crush the broth
ers became separated.
Jimmy was hurrying past a building ad
joining, when he gave a quick stare.
- A man in his shirt sleeves, hatless and
barefooted, dashed past him.
''Why!" said Jimmy, electrically, "it's
the Governor!" -v -
The man darted up the dark stairs of
the vacant building, next across a brief
court to the hotel, v . - . V: '
Jimmy pnt after him, he hardly knew
why. : Up one flight, two, three the roof,
through a scuttle, the man went, before
Jimmy overtook him. . ;j -
"The Governor" ran to the edge of the
eaves and looked down. .-..-:
"No useP' Jimmy heard him groan.
"Mr. Governor, what's the matter?"
asked Jimmy, presenting himself in view.
"Hey? Oh, it's yon? Well, my boy,
I'm ruined, that's all"
"Yes, sir; but why are yon up here?"
- "Because the fire drove me out of my
room. In the excitement and peril I left
behind satched containing but It's)
gone up! I hoped I could cross to tb
roof "
tWhich room, sir?" demanded Jimmy.'
In the sparkling ardor of a mighty
"That where this wire crosses to an
arm, and cuts above the court. Boy, stop!
1U1U1 .
Whiz! Jimmy had seized the wire. Like
a snrltn ho mnHo dHnnt tn Vhinh hi.
practiced hands were inured..
Into the open window lost ' in the
smnltp moment- intn vinw nin hitnH.
ed, spluttering, a satchel strapped to hit
I've got It!" he yelled hilariously.
For mercy's sake, be careful!" remark
ed the anxious "Governor."
But Jimmy laughed. He even cut an
acrobatic caper across the dangling wire,
and, flushed and happy, landed on the
opposite roof, tendering the satchel with
the words:
"There you are, Mr. Governor!"
That satchel contained "the Govern
or's" samples, $20,000 in precious gems.
When he wrote to his firm and then to
the insurance people explaining Jimmy's
brave and daring exploit, one sent a check
for $300, the other for double that
The happiest woman in Christendom
the bright Thanksgiving day ensuing was
Mrs. Mary Quinn.
Her "brave lads" had placed x900 In
bank to her account.
And, true to his promise, "the Gov
ernor" saw that their merry dinner table
was actually graced with two turkeys!
The Meaning; of It.
' Little Erastus Poppy, why dey say
Fanksgibbin' turkey, huh?
Poppy Dat's er cause yo'- fank de
owna ob de coop fo' leabin' de do' open.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat. -'
Cansea for ThankSKtvinff.
For all that God In mercy sends;
For health and children, home and friends.
For comfort in the time of need.
For every kindly word and deed,
For happy thoughts and holy talk;
For guidance In our daily walk
- For everything give thanksl
Vnp hnnnt-v In th!a worM nt nnr9
For verdant grass and lovely flowers,
For song of birds, for hum of bees.
For lilll and nlaln. for streams and wood.
For the great ocean's mighty flood -
- For everything give thanks!
For the sweet sleep that comes at night,
For the returning morning's light.
For the bright sun that shines on high.
For the stars glittering in the sky.
For these and everything we see,
O Lord! our hearts we lift to thee
For everything give thanks!
Our New Subjects.
t Chief of .the La Drones I have just
been out reading the President's Thanks
giving proclamation to the tribe. Have
we a dinner fit for the occasion?
His Wife Yes. my lord, we have two
missionaries and a bottle of domestic rye.
maue iu jveuiucay. t
Tommy's Thanksgiving.
I'm thankful I've papa and mamma,
And tarkey and cranberry sauce.
And mince-pie, and brothers and sisters,
I'm thankful I never am cross!
I'm thankfm our school has decided
To close tor the rest of the week;
I'm thankful I'm stronger than Jimmy, '.
And never feel backward to speak.
There'll Be No Parting There.
First Turkey Gobbler I hear your so
had a terrible experience on Thanksgi v
ing day. -' .
Second Turkey Gobbler Yes; he wu
all cut up by it.
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