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b. ,ssist jimia . r sfftu-m flfff. J Chapter TO the enrs of the three men Bit ting In the great, time dulled room came the space softened strains of flfe and drum. They came even as Father O'Mara was pro testing the safety of the woods. De Valette said: "Hear them! The woods nor any where Is safe with those cursed Amer icans about The village U full of them today backwoodsmen, ruilluus all manner of cauullle!" In response to unspoken Interroga tion from RhouI de Valette. Father O'Mara explained. "They're recruiting a company In the village and hereabouts," be said, "for this everlasting second war of theirs with England. Tbey march to night." "They make ready, then." queried Raoul, "for the great battle down the river under their chief, eh how do they call that name of a barbarian? Andrew Jackson? Eh, but they are horribly afraid, these Americans! Tbey are biding behind bags of sand down there above New Orleans. The English will annihilate them. Observe the Impudence of that vile music. To morrow it will be the squeak of a mouse. Ha, how they will run! These Americans," be declared, with an air of Quality, "are beasts." Father O'Mara protested: "Ah. but we must not be bitter, not even toward Americans." "It is a virtue to hate them," de clared Raoul. ' "Heaven loves us for It" "Heaven bated us when that traitor Bonaparte sold this beautiful new France to them." De Valette, who Vljokt. spoke with deep bitterness. "Now they descend upon us in hordes peasants, luw born men, rascals who work with uelr own bands." Raoul said lightly: "It is a curse that will pass. These Americans are cunning, but not intel ligent Intelligence is a monopoly of gentlemen, and the good God knows that the Americans are not geutlemen. They cannot endure. They move too fast. The English will drive them out for us Imitate me. my cousin, and despise the Yankees lightly." "Your parish has not known the In vasion like mine," asserted De Valet,te darkly, "You have not seen every thing you have melt away before this curse of Yankee locusts. Before the Americana came my acres stretched halfway to the river. The. overseers tola, but what of that? There was plenty there, Then came the Ameri cans, a thrice accursed family of Ynu keea, who took up land from my bound- TATUF.R O KABA. ariea. Tbeir overseen did not steal from them. They were their owu overseers. They conuteU their' peuoe. Tbey lived like tradesmen. They made two -stalks of caue grow where my overseers grew one. They undersold my crop. What could 1 do? That family crow rlh. aud 1 grw poor. Tbey began to buy. , 1 hud to sell Acre by acre they have absorlH-d tuy '.and eaten It Dp. And now what Have I left of all Valette? This bouse . and the chonel yonder-tbut t1 all. ICONTINUED.J mmmm ' . ...t'iv. V - A "V A f k . I i a , 1 icass r ... ; Jf" ii. You say those Americans will pass. Raoul? What, when one family alone i has taken all this from me? And even ' that Is not enough for them. Yester day 1 heard that this vulture this ; Yankee. Roderick Steele has taken a 1 fancy to my poor mansion itself and intends to purchase it Let him dare to' make the offer." . The squeal of flfe and the mutter of drum bud come yet louder. Raoul rose to his feet. ' "Hark!" he cried. "That dirty ea gle of theirs, does he come to crow "CUABITT FOB THB WOUNDED. EH?" like a rooster oa your very threshold, my cousin?" v "lie has Insolence enough," said De Valette grimly. Of a sudden came from outside the sound of a woman's voice In song a sung that watched in melody the air of life and drum and tba gave it words as well; came with It the sound of dancing "feet and the clinking of tambourine. "What's this?" cried Father O'MaYa. lie rose to his feet and went to the door, throwing It opeu. As be did so there dashed Into the room a woman. Laughing, head held high, she pi rouetted across the floor, flnlshlng song and dance together, and, with a flourish of the tambourine, she stood gazing In mocking merriment upon the three men. " A strange, wild, dark woman she was, with full. Insolent red lips, great black eyes and figure graceful and sinuous and lithe. A colored handker chief was wound turban wise around the loose masses of her black bnlr. She wore a skirt of vivid red, and her rounded arms were bare to the elbow. Large gold ear ornaments she bad, and many rings upon ber fingers, and her shoos were dust laden. w At De Vulette she looked and at the' priest. But upon Raoul she looked' longer. He turned a little. She laughed. " "Who are you?" demanded De Va lette coldly. ' ' , "Men call me L'Acadlenne and oth er things," she sn!d. She looked again at Ituoul, and again she laughed. 8he went on: "Eh, then, messieurs! A lit tle silver to carry on the war? Chari ty for the wounded, eh?". O'Mara asked quickly-: "What are yo doing here, my girl?" "Me?" she nsked. "I'm a wanderer, M'sleur L'Ahbe. Today 1 And your vil lage and some soldiers. 1 dance for. them. Shall 1 dance for y oil, messieurs?" Her dark eyes flew to Raoul. She said, with mocking laugh: "Here Is ouu who would like It No? His face Is bo kind." ' She turned to him de liberately. ."Shall I dance for you, m'Bleur?". lie answered quickly: "No!" Came from outside a ball. De Va lette turned. . "Do they summon me?" be demand ed. He started swiftly toward the door. But ere he could reacb It there hud walked into the room a tall man of bone and blood and sinew, clad In the dress of a woodsman. A powderhorn was slung over bis shoulder, and he carried in his hand a loug barreled rifle. At his heels there followed a shrinking youth of twenty a youth with a great shock of straw colored hnlr and seared eyes, who carried awkwardly a gun that reached from feet to neck. The first of the two with long strides advanced to the center of the room, surveying coolly those therein. "I'm Wolf!" he cried. His voice wua deep nud resonant, bis manner the loose. Independent swagger of those who fear not and are feared. "I'm Wolf." be repeated. "I rant re cruitsvolunteers to serve In General Jackson's army. Who'll strike one blow for liberty? W'ho'U Join Wolfs sharpshooters? I'll promise you light ing enough within twenty-four hours." Do Valette turned upon him coldly, haughtily. "Soouer, sir.1 bo said grimly, "If 1 bad any dugs left in the kennels of Valette." "So, bo!" cried Wolf, unperturbed. "Frenchles, are you? No oue here to come and help us lick the British r He Indicated the shrinking youth at bis heels. ""Here's a young recruit that 1 wanted to show some patriot Ism to. But If that's the way It la" Ue turned to his follower. "'Bout face, Crawley!" he commanded. "Shoulder arms! . CanLtofct a maoo No patriots Tiere,s6on Forward! March!" -passed out the door be turned. To De Valette he said: "Dou't rile the American eagle. French. It's got a sting In Its tall." De Valette watched them go, and when tbey had passed beyond bis vi sion be turned to L'Acadlenne. "All of you," be said coldly. "There's nothing for you here." The woman tossed her bead. Her lips curved In mocking smile. Across the room she went and even to the doorway. Yet she did not go through. De Valette. eyes from ber, thinking she hud gone, turned to Baoul and the priest. Faugh! Canaille!" be exclaimed In disgust "Let us Join my sister, gen tlemen." . He left the room. Father O'Mara followed. But Raoul de Valette re mained behind. He turned to face the woman ln: the doorway. The expression of mockery the light, scornful mirth bad gone from her face now. She looked anx ious, almost haggard. He rounded on ber angrily. "You come here?" be cried. Again she was smiling smiling mockingly. She said: "Eb, so! You are not hard to follow, M'sleur Raoul de Valette. You ride your bay horse with the one white foot all the way from your plantation. When I meet people I ask. 'You have seen a bay horse with one white foot and a very ugly little gentleman who rides him?' Everybody then say, Yes; be went yonder.' So 1 come to Va lette. Oh, so easy I" She laughed again, the while looking at him curi ously. At length she "went on, "You think you could hide when you went from me?" He replied: . "I did not try. Why should ir "Because you would be afraid to. have me And out you ride here to marry your cousin, Mile. Valette." "Why," be queried composedly, "should 1 be afraid of you knowing that?" Again her mood changed; she asked, almost tremulously: "You don't care if I know that Raoul ?" ;"' "No," be replied coolly. "I was fool ish not to tell you before 1 left" ' A tittle cry left ber Hps; she sank to the floor at his feet "Then it Is true!" she cried plaintive ly. "Ah. he is go ing to get marti't They told me so! But I wouldn't be lieve it" He, looking down on ber, cried sharp ly: . "Don't do that!" , She asked: "Haven't 1 been kind to you?" "You'll make "you don't cars volunteer, with you. As they lilt if I know that, yourself ridiculous, raoul r Worge than that you'll make me ridiculous." "Haven't I loved you better than I have loved any one?" He stooped, trying to lift ber to ber feet . "You must get up," he commanded. She seized his arm, clinging to It "Raoul!" she cried. "Raoul! Ion can't drive me away! For three years I have not look' at any one but you! Aud you you have love' me! ' You cannot say you did notl You will not And any one to love you like me!" Suddenly she thrust him from ber fiercely. "You want to throw me away to marry a baby! Ha! l'see her come Into that garden outside there: I look at ber well. A little white fool. You would go mad with such a chlld-a baby for a wife!" "Do not speak of Mile, de Valette," be commanded harshly. Her dark eyes gleamed: she laughed bitterly. "Me 1 am a bad woman, ehr she cried, i "1 must not even speak of m'sleur's household of bis ladyl" "Silence!" He advanced a step. She did not move. "Sol" she said. "You think that Is the way to talk to me? You are mis taken, my friend." He said more mildly In half con clllutlop: "Come! You understand I'm to be married. I've finished with all this. You'll gain nothing here." "Baoul, don't speak to me like that!" she cried pleadingly. "Wont' you come back with me?" He laughed. "Ah." she said brokenly, "you laugh at that! No, no! Think about me only one minute, Raoul. What can 1 do?" "Nothing. Just go away." She repeated It after him slowly. tensely. "Yes." be said, "and quickly." He grasped her arm. "As I told you. you will make us both ridiculous . Now, off with you. like a good girl. My overseer shall bring you a little pres ent when 1 come back." "It Is only you 1 want Raoul." "Start now. You'll be home tomor row." Sb.tJooked njLbeseecbing.!i 1 Novelized by PORTER EMERSON BROWNE From the Play of the Same Name by Booth Tarkington and Harry Leon Wilson COPYRIGHT. 1910. BY AMERICAN PRESS ASSOCIATION "If I go now "to please you?' she said, "some day maybe you come .buck to me? You'll let me believe that. Raoul?" "Believe anything you like." be an swered impatiently, "so that you go." She turned .a little. She said pit eously: "I make myself obey you. I am go ing. You see how good I am? You see how I obey?" Slowly she turned. . Slowly she crossed the room. At the door she turned. "Goodby." she said. "Goodby for a little while.'! And she was gone. Jto be continued. Ancient Doctors of Tibet. The physicians of Tibet l.,"0() years ago employed, the same means of diag nosing the condition of a sick person as the physicians of the present day they felt the patient's pulse, looked at his tongue, etc. Among the "reme dies" which tbey recommended were not only vegetarian diet, bath, com presses, but also massage aud cupping. What Is more remarkable is that phy sicians who did not keep their instru ments quite clean were severely pun ished. The ancleut Tibetans were In this respect extremely modern. The old Tibetan medicine book prescribes that healthy persons- should "lead an orderly, sensible nmuuer of life." Chicago Record-Herald. An Invisible Item. "Have you your expense account?" asked the junior member of the Arm. "No." answered the commercial trav eler. "My expense account Is in my new overcoat." "Tuat relieves my mind. My part ner was trying to Agure whether your new overcoat wasn't somewhere in your expense account" Washington Star. Why Teacher Wailed. "You boy over In the corner!" Thus the brutal exumluer to the most nervous looklug pupil In the class. ' The boy over In the corner shot up like a bolt. ' "Answer this," continued the exam iner. "Do we eut the flesh of the whale?" "Y y-yes, sir," faltered the scholar. "And what," pursued the examiner, "do we do with the bones?" "P-please. sir," responded the nerv ous one, with chattering teeth, "we 1-leave 'em on the s-s-sides of our p-plates."- London Answers. Mrs, E. J. Forsythe and daughter Irene came home Friday afternoon 'rom La Grande. Mrs. Forsytne had ber right ankle' badly sprained, and -he ligaments in her febt torn In a fall In stepping from a high walk when; returning from Presbyterial Tuesday night In La Grande. It will be several weeks before sh will be able to walk .without assistance, and her foot causes ber much pain. 1 The White If you want a high grade seeing machine which Is a WORLD'S STANDARD OF EXCELLENCE BUY A Vi'HiTE The machine Is unsurpassed for simplicity, durability and the char acter of the work It will do. It is made la two styles, the Vibrator Shuttle and the Improved Rotary Shuttle. The lattter machine sewe either a lock or a chain stitch. There are a number of styles to choose from and the .wood work U the handsomest possible. Fred S. Ashley ' in t"5S I i "sit R. handles the Enterprise. WHITE MACHINE In HAD FEW ATTRACTIONS. The Post of Private Tutor In New York In 1793. When a young Englishman named John Davis landed In New York in 1708 It was his Intention to become the architect of his own fortune by getting into some family as a private tutor. This scheme he confided to Mr. Carl tat, a bookseller, only to be discour aged. "Alas," runs the gentleman's statement in a page of Mr. Davis' book, entitled "Travels of Four and a Half Years In the United States of Ameri ca," "the labor of Sisyphus Is not equal to that of a private tutor In America!" VLet me examine you a little," said the bookseller "Do you write a good hand and understand all the intricacies of calculation?" "No." "Then you will not do for a private tutor. It Is not your Latin and Greek, but your handwriting aud ciphering, that will decide your character. Pen manship and the figures of arithmetic will recommend you more than logic and the figures of rhetoric. Cr.n you passively submit to be called school master by the children and 'cool massa' by the negroes?" ,"No." "Then you will not do for a private tutor. Can you comply with the hu mility of giving only one rap at the door that the family may distinguish that it is the private tutor, and can you wait half an hour with good humor on the steps till the footman or house maid condescends to open the door?" "No." "Then you will not do for a private tutor. ' Can you maintain a profound silence in company to denote your in feriority, and can you endure to be helped last always at the table aye, after the clerk of the counting house?" "No." "Then you will not do for a private tutor. Can you hold your eyes with your hands aud cry 'Amen!' when grace Is said, and con you carry the children's Bibles and prayer books to church twice every Sunday?" "No." "Then you will not do for a private tutor. Cuu you rise with the sun and teach till breakfast, swallow your breakfast and teach till dinner, devour your dinner and teach till tea time and from tea time to bedtime sink Into In significance in the parlor?" ' "No." "Then you will not do for a private tutor. . Do you expect good wages?" "Yes." "Then you will never do for a pri vate tutor. Nb. sir; the place of pri vate tutor is the last I would advise for you, for, as Pompey when he en tered a tyrant's dominions quoted a verse from Euripides that signified his liberty was gone, so a man of letters when he undertakes the tuition of a family in America may exclaim he has lost his Independence." ; . An African Cannibal Race.. One of the queer customs of the Baaraba race In Africa is cannibalism of a particularly loathnou.e form, ac cording to a writer in the Geograph ical Journal. Families exchange their young children, who are then eaten. He continues that the Baamba in many cases file their teeth, but. this practice is not quite. 'general. They are Jovial despite these singular char acteristics. The Bunyoros, another tribe, have an unpleasant custom of extracting the four lower Incisors, which causes the upper teeth to grow forward, Imparting to their mouths a most unbecoming rabbit-like appear ance. The Bnhlma. he says again, be lieve vaguely In an all powerful dlety. who Is associated mainly with rain, thunder and other weather phenome na. They endeavor to propitiate va rious devils, most of whom are con nected with the prevalent diseases, by erecting Joss houses In which food and beer are placed. They invariably car ry round the neck wooden charms or small fronts' horns which have been Invested with magical power by the medicine men and usually wear wire bracelets and anklets. Wormy. Shopkeeper (to small child, who hns brought back a recent purchase) What's the matter with the cheese, my dear? Small Chlld-I'lease. father says when he wants any bait for fish ing he can dig 'em up in our back gar den. Loudon King A. C. Carpenter High Crade Watch Repairer Manufacturing Jeweler Stone Setter and Engraver x01d Postoffice Building. Enterprise, Oregon WOMAN'S HOME COMPANION FOR APRIL. As spring comes around again, the Womam'a Home Companion . lifts Its own standard another idegree with its Easter issue. The cover design by Fanny Y." Cory strikes a true April note hich. is faithfully car ried out In the entire magazine. A full page painting by Balfour Ker, is one of .-the tenderest subjects ever attempted by this artist, and "Old- Time Gardens la the Connec ticut Valley" by Charles Edward Hooper, with illustrations by Her man Pfelfer, ls an unusually artistio feature. "The campaign of Hope," the tirelessi fight against tubercu losis, is waged with undiminished en thusiasm and Is awakening people throughout the country. "The Empty House," a story in two parts by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, has its- first enthralling installment in this number. It Is a story for every woman with a busy, self-sac-, rlficlng husband to read. "The House of Healing" by Juliet Wilbor Tompkins is gaining ne,w friends with every chapter, .and short stor ies of unusual humor and charm and power fill out the list of fiction. Never was the household so well taken," care of: Margaret Sangster, Woods Hutchinson, M. D., Kate W Saint-Maur, Doctor Jean Williams, . all give their best work. - "May-Pole Dances," "Wood-Block Printing," "A Perfume Garden," Happiness Chest," Miss Farmer's Recipes, Evelyn Par sons' Summer Embroideries, Music, , Art these are just some of the con tents of this surprising magazine. The regular departments Miss Gould's big regular fashion section and the pages, devoted to the young er reader, are all better thani ever. , Paid Advertising. , You wouldn't hire aw unskilled man to do your work la the orchard, .; the factory or the store, where skill--ed work was required. The teacher should be no les a trained man than . any other profession requires; he handles the moat delicate product of society, the Child. , pupply your schools ,with a trained teacher by voting Yea for Monmouth. 99bl J. B. V. BUTLER, Sec. Com. ' '. - ' SUMMER NORMAL.' ' The annual Bummer 'School for Teachers will be held ia the High School building at Enterprise, com mencing July 6, 1910, and continu ing five weeks. ' All teachers who are planning to take the August examination, should . attend, as special review work will . be given lm all subjects required for county certlfk-a'es. ' Methods' of teaching a specialty. , ' If a sufficient number to Justify enroll a special primary teacher will' be employed... Tuition for term $10.' ' Pleade notify the Instructors . of your Intention to attend. '. J. C. CON LEY, County Supt., . HARL H. BRONSON, r Principal Wallowa Schools, 97bl3 Instructors. Every Day at ; HARRISON'S CITY MARKET, BEEF, PORK, VEAL MUTTON FRESH FISH EVERY DAY : FRESH OYSTERS IN ' SEASON Sausage of all kinds Hams' and Bacon Sugar Cured, ' ' For Dinner Corn Beef and Cab bage, Wienerwurst and Sauer Kraut. For Breakfast Liver arid Bacon. H For Supper A Nice Steak. Mincemeat Chickens at any time. Orders delivered in a few minutes. -Telephone your order for a nice roast or boil and . it will be there in time to cook for dinner. v vjvo sm narrison River Street (
