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
(