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;ooooooooooooo: p Black ft Rock JO J J& By RALPH CONNOR Jooooeoosooooo Cintnw:l from t'irtf I'iip. ho wa slowly dragging both across tbo slippery floor to where the knife luy. -Nearer ii1 nearer bia outstretch ed linger cauie to the knife, lu Talu I yelled ana truggled. My volco was lout la the awful din, and tbe barri cade held tuo fast. Above uio, stand lug ou a barrel head, waa Ibiptlste, yelling like a demon. In vain I culled (a him. My linger could Juat reach bla foot, and be needed not at all my touch. Slowly Iduho wai dragging Ills oluiout unconscious victim toward the knife. Ilia finger were touching the blade polut when, under n audden In aiilratlon, I pulled out my penknife, opened it with my teeth and drove the blade into linptiste'a foot. With a bloodcurdling yell be sprang down and began dancing round tu hla rage, peer ing among the bnrrela. "Look! - Look!" I waa railing In ago uy and pointing. "For tienven' sake, look, Baptiate!" Tbe fluger had Closed upon the knife, tbe knife waa already high in the air. when, with a ahrlek. Baptiste cleared Uio room at a bound, and before tbe knife could fall the little Frenchman's boot had caught the uplifted wrist and sent the knife flying to the wall. Then there waa a great rushing souud at of wind through the forest, and the light went out. When I awoke, 1 found myself lying with my bead on Graeme's knees and Baptlste sprinkling snow on uiy face. Aa I looked up (interne leaned over, and. Hulling down Into my eyes, he en Id: "tiood boy! It was a grent fight, and we put it up well." And then he whis pered, "I owe you my life, my boy." His words thrilled my heart through and through, for I loved him aa only men can love men, but I only answer ed: "I could not keep tbem back." "It was well done." be said, and I felt proud. I confess I was thankful to be so well out of It, for Graeme got off with bone In bis wrist broken and I with a couple of rlba cracked, but had it not been for the open bnirel of whisky which kept them occupied for a time, offering too good a chance to be lost, and for the timely arrival of Nelson, neither of us bad ever seen tho light again. We found Craig sound asleep upon bis couch. Ills consternation on wak ing to aee us torn, bruised and bloody wus luughable, but lie hastened to And us warm water and bandages, and we soon felt comfortable. ltuptlHto waa rndlnnt with pride and delight over the Ufrht nud hovered fllxtut fJraeino and me, giving Tent to bis feeJIiiRs in admiring French and English expletives. But Abe was dis gusted because, of the failure at Fla vin's, for when Nelson looked In he saw Klitvln's Trench Canadian wife In rhurge, with hrr baby on her hip, and he camo back to Bhntv and snld, "Come awny; we cun't touch this," and 8haw, after looking In, agreed that nothing could be done. A baby held tho fort. As Craig listened In tho account of tho fight he tried hnrd not to approve, but he could not keep the gleam out of bia eyes, and as I pictured Graeme dn thing back the crowd thronging the bnrrivude till hp waa brought down by the chair t'rnlg laughed gently and put bla hand on tlriientc's knee, and as I went on to descrllie my agony while Idaho's lingers were gradually nearlng the knife hla fare grew pnle and bis eyes grew wide with horror. "Baptlste here did the business," I said, and tho little Frenchman nodded complacently ami said: "Iufa me for sure." "By the way, how la your foot?" ask ed Graeme. "He's fuss rate. Iat'a what yon call one blto of of dat leel Itees. He's dere; yon put your linger dere, he's not dere. What you call liliuT" 'Flea."' I suggested. "Oul!" i-rtcd Baptist. "Dat's one bite of Ilea." "I was thankful I was under' the barrels," I replied, smiling. "Oui; Kiit's mak me rcr mad. I Jump and aw ear mos awful bad. lint's pardon me, M'sleu Craig, hell?"- But Craig only amlled at him rather adly. "It was awfully risky," tie said to Graeme, "and It waa hardly worth it They'll get more whisky, and anyway the lea gun Is gone." "Well," said Graeme, with a algh of tntlsfaction, "it is not quite such a one sided nfTalr as it was." And we run Id say nothing In reply, for we could hear Nixon snoring In the next room, and no one had beard of Billy, and there were others of the league that we knew were even now dawn at Slnvln's. It was thought best tliat all should renin In In Sir. Crnlg'a shack, not knowing what might hap pen, and ao we Iny where we could, ami we needed none to sing us to sleep. When I awoke, stiff and sore. It was to find breakfast ready and old man Nelson lu charge. At we were seated Crnlg came in. and I saw that he wa not the man of the night before. Ills courage had come back; hla face was inlet and his eye clear. He was bis own man again. "Geordtc has been out all night, bnt baa failed to fiud Hilly," lie announced quietly. We did not talk much. Graeme and I worried with onr broken bones, and tlte others suffered from a general morning depression. But after break fast, as tlie men were beginning to move, Craig toek down Ills Bible, and. mylng, "Walt a few minntea. men," be read slowly: In bis beautiful, clear voice, that psalm for a'l fighters, "God Is our rvfti- and strength," a Oil ao en to the noblo words: The Lor4 of Hunts Is with as; Tlx Mod of Jamb Is our rsfucs." Jlow the mighty words railed ns to- gather, lifted ua till we grew anUuuied of our Ignoble rage and of our Ignoble depression! And theu Craig prayed iu simple, stralgutgolng word. There waa ac knowledgment of failure, but I knew be waa thinking chiefly of himself; there wa gratitude, ami that waa for tbe tnen about him. and I felt my face burn with shame; there was a petition for Help, and we all thought of Nixon and Billy aud the nieu wakening from their debauch at Sluvlu'a this pure, bright niorulng. Theu he asked that we might be made faithful and worthy of God, whose battle It was. Then we all stood up and shook hands with him In silence, and every tuau knew" a cov enant waa being made. But none saw bis meeting with Nixon. He aeiit ua all away before that Nothing was beard of the destruction of the hotel stock lu trade. -I'lipleusaiit questions would certainly be asked, aud the proprietor decided to let !ad aloue. Ou the point of respectability tho success of the ball waa not cou oplcuous, but the antiieague nieu were content if not jubilant. Billy Breen was found by Geordle lute iu the afternoon In his own old and deserted aback, breathing heavily, covered up In his filthy, molderlug bed clothes, with a 'half empty bottle of whisky at bis side. Geordie's grief and rngo were beyond wen bis Scotch con trol. He spoke few words, but these were of such concentrated vehemence that no ono felt the need of Abe's as sistance In vocabulary, Poor Billy! We carried hi in to Mr. Mavor'a borne, put him iu a warm bath, rolled blm In blanket and gave hi in little lip of hot water, theu of hot milk and coffee, aa I bad seen a clever doctor In tho hospital treat a similar caso of nerve and heart de pression. - But the already weakened system could not recover from the aw ful shock of tbe exposure following the debauch, and on Sunday afternoon we saw that his heart waa falling fast. All day rnc miners bad been dropping In to Inquire after blm, for Billy had been a great favorite In other days, and tbe attention of tbe town bad been admiringly centered upon, hi fight of these last weeks. It was with no ordi nary sorrow that tho news of bia con dition waa received. A Mrs. Mavor sang to blm bla large, coarse bandi moved lu time to the music, but he did not open bla eyes till he heard Mr Craig's voice in the next room. The! he spoke his name, and Mr. Craig wai kneeling besldo him in a moment. Tb WoiCo came slowly: - "Oi ttled-to fight hit hout-but-OI got beaten. Hit 'urta to think Vs ashntnetl o' me. Oi'd like t'a done bet ter 01 would." "Ashamed of yon, Billy!" said Craig In a volco tbat broke. "Not he." "Aftdye hall 'elped me so!" he went on. "Ol wish Ol d 'a, done better OI do." And bis eyes sought Geordle and then rested on Mrs. Mavor, who smlletf back at him with a world of love tr uer eyoa. "You hain't bashamcd o' ml yote beyea saiga so," be said, look ing at her. -.-.. f 1 "No, Billy," she said, and I wonder ed nt her steady voice, "not a bit Why, Billy, I am proud of you." He cased up at her with wonder and Ineffable love in bis little eyes, tutti lifted hi hnnd slightly toward her. Eho luielt quickly and took it In both ot he.-y, stroking it aud kissing it. "Ol naught t'a done better. Oil bawfti! sorry Ol went back on 'lm. Hit waa the leninnalde. Tbe boy didn't mean ro 'arm, but hit started the '5i hlusifle." Geordle burled out some bitter wordt. "Dt'n't be 'ard on 'em, Geordle. The didn't mean no 'arm," be said, and h'.l eyes kept waiting till Geordle aatd hur ricdly: "No, na, lad! I ll Juist leave them till the A lii'lchty." Th'n Mr. Mavor sang softly, smooth ing h'4 hand, "Just aa I Am," and Bill;' dozett quietly for half an hour. WU'ii he awoke again, bis eyes turn ed te Mr. Craig, and they were trou bled Slid anxious. "Oi tried "ard. Ol wanted to win," he struggled to any. By this time Crnlg waa master of himself, and he answered In a clear, distirct voice: "Lbiten, Billy, You made a grenl fight, and yon are going to win yet. And, besides, do you rcinemlier the sheep that got lost over the moun tain)" Tills piirslile was Billy's sp cltll delight. "He didn't beat It when he git It. did be? He took it in bit anna and carried It borne, and so be will you." - And Billy, keeping bis eyes fastened on Mr. Crnlg, simply said: "Wl'I'e?" "Stirr snld Craig. "Will e?" he repented, turning bit eyes upou Mrs. Mavor. "Why. yea, Billy," she answered cheerl',y, though the tears were stream ing frail ber eyes. "I would, and be loves you far more." Ho looked at her, smiled and closed his eyes. 1 pnt uiy band on bis heart It waa fl ittering feebly. Again a trou bled look passed over bia face. "My poor udd mother!" he whis ered. "She's b III t he wuk ns." "I shall take cure of ber. BlUy." said Mrs. Mavor la a clear voice, and again Blllyt smiled. Then he turucd hi eyes to Mr. Craig and irnm him to Geordle and nt hist to Mrs. Mavor. where they rested. Klie lient over and kissed lilui twice on the forehead. "Tell 'er." be said, with uitliciilty, "e's took me 'onie." "Yes. Billy!" she cried, gnzing Into his glazing eyes. He tried to lift ber band. She kissed him again. He drew one deep breath and lay quire still. "Thank the Mossed Saviour!" said Mr. Craig rcvenutly. "He baa taken blm home." But Mrs. Mavor beld the dead hand tight and soMied out passionately: "Oh. Billy, Billy, yon helped me once when I needed help! I cannot forget!"! And Geordle. gnsiuing. "Aye, laddie. laddie!" rasscd ont Into the fading light of the early evening. Next day no one went to work, for to all It seemed a sacred day. They car ried h'm into tlte little church, and there Mr. Craig spoke of bis 'long, bard fight and of bis final victory, for be died without a fear and with love to tbo men who, not knowing, bad been hla death. And there wa no bitter ness lu any heart, for Mr. Craig read the story of the sheep and told how gently be bad taken Hilly home-, but, I holts' h no word was spoken. It wai tner ,u icngne was niiun- ng,... . Thcy In Id him under Hie pine beside, Lrwhi liavor. uuU Hi 4niuer lure sprig of etrrcci Into the open grave. Winn bUlin, sobbing bitterly, brought b: nprlg, in l"l'pedt blm, though all tliorv-lit it tmnge. As we turned tu leue the grave the light front 1 he etenlng uu euuie aoft ly throiidt Hi-' gap lu the mountain nnd. filling the valUy. louche J lue tree and the iittlv uwuud beneath with glo ry, uwl I thought of that othtr glory wlnVJi Is brighter than the sun and wua not aurry tb:.t F'W Bllly'a weary fight was over.. and I could not help agreeing w ith Craig that It waa there the league had its revenue. CIlAi'TElt X. WUAT CAMS TO SLAV1X. ILLY BllEEN'S legacy to the Black Itock uilnlug camp waa a new league, which waa more twin the old league remade. '! ho league wua new In It spirit and In it methods. Tbe linpreaalon made up on tho' camp by Billy Breen' death waa very remarkable, and 1 have nev er been quite ulile to accennt for It. The mood of the community at the time wai peculiarly susceptible. Billy wa one of the oldest of the old tim ers. Ill decline aud fall bud been a long process, and hi struggle for life aud manhood wus striking enough to arrest the attention and awaken the sympathy of the whole ramp. We In stinctively side with a man In hi struggle for freedom, for we feel that freedom U native to him and to us The sudden collapse of the struggle stirred the men with a d.-ep pity foi the Inuton man and a deep coutemp' for those who bad tricked bin) to lilt doom; but, though the pity' and tht contempt remained, the gloom waa re llcved aud the sense of defeat removee from (be uieu'a luiuda by the traiut forming glory of Billy's last hour. Mr. Craig, reading of the tragedy of Billy' death, transfigured defeat Into victory, aud tiiis was gradually accepted by the u)i"i as the trim reading, thoagli to thorn It wa full of mystery. But tbey could all understand and appreciate at full value the .spirit that breathed 'through the words of tho dying man: "lion't be "ard on 'em. They didn't monn no 'unn." And this waa the new spirit of the league. It was this spirit Hint surprised Sln vlu into sudden tears, nt the grave's aide. Ho had come braced for curse nnd vengeance, for nil knew It was he Who had doctored Billy's lemonade, and Instead of vengeance the message from tlie dead that echoed through the voice of the living was one of pity tnd forgiveness. -t But tho days of the league's nega tive, defensive warfare were over. The Bght waa to the duuth, and now the war was to bo carried Into the eno my'e country. ' Tho league" men pro posed a thoroughly equipped nnd well conducted coffee room, rending room and hall ,to parallel the enemy's lines of operation and defeat them with their own weniKiim upon their own ground. Tbe main outline of the scheme were clearly defined and were enBlly aeen, but the perfecting of the details called for all Craig's tact aud good souse.' When, for Instance, Ver non Winton, who bad chnrgo of the entertainment department, cam for Craig's opinion ua to a minstrel troupe and private theatricals, Craig was prompt with hla answer: "Anything clean goes." " "A'ulgger ahow?" asked Winton. "Depend upon the niggers," replied Craig, with a gravely comic look, shrewdly adding, "Ask Mrs. Mavor." Abd so the League Minstrel and Dra matic company became an established fact and proved, a Craig afterward toltl me, a great mean of grace to tbe cn'np. Chaw had charge of the social de partment, whose simx-IuI care it waa to ec that the men were made welcome to the cozy, cheerful reading room, wh'-re they might chat, smoke, read, wrife or play games, according to fancy. . . - . . But Craig felt that the success or failure of tho scheme would largely deKiid upon the character of the resi dent manager, who, while caring for rending room nnd hall, would control and operate the imimrtant department represented by the coffee room. "At this K)lnt the whole business may como to grief," be eaid to Mrs. Mavor, without whose counsel nothing was done. "Why come to grief?" she asked brightly. "Because If we don't get the right man that's what will happen ba piled in a tone tbut spoke of anxious worry. "But we shall get the right man, nev er fear." Her serene courage never faltered. "Ho will come to us." Crnlg turned and gazed at ber in frank admiration and said: "If I only bad your courage V ' "Courage!" she answered quickly, "It la not for you to say that." And at his answering look tbe red came luto her cheek and the depths in ber eyes glowed, and I marveled and wondered. looking at Cralg'a cool face, whether his blood were running evenly through hla veins. Bnt hla voire wa quiet- fchudc too quiet, I thought as be grave ly replied: "I would often be a coward but for tlie shame of It." . Aud so the league waited for the man to come who was to be resident mana ger and make the new enterprise a success. And come he did, but the manner of bla coming waa so extraor dinary that I bare believed lu the doc. trine of a special providence ever since, for, as Craig aald, "If he had come straight from heaven, I eon Id not have been more surprised." While the league was thns waiting. Its Interest centered npon flavin, chief ly because he represented more than any other the force of the enemy, and, though Billy Breen stood between blm and the vengeance of the angry juen who would have made short work of him and his saloon, nothing could save him from himself, nnd after the fu neral Dlarin went to bia bar and drank whisky as he had never drank before. But the more be drank tbe fiercer and gloomier he leeame, aud when the men drinking with blm chaffed him he a wore deeply and with sock threats that they left him alone. It did not help Slavln either to have Nixon stride In throngh the crowd drinking at hi bar and give blm word of warning. "It la not your funlt. Slavin," he said In a slow, cool vok-e, "that you ami your precioua crew didn't send me to mjr ,,,., v V),.vr Wu , ,nt wsll, t(J ,nlt m B 53 though you' are aventu ou or ten times tbat, w hen any of you bpya of fvr me a drink )'li take you to mean fight, and I'll not disappoint you, and sum one: will b killed." And, ao Bay ing, be strpd put again, leaving a mean looking cruwd of lueu behind him. All who had nut beita coacerued lu the bust nesa at Nlxoa'a aback expressed ap proval of bia position aud hoped be would aee It through. But the impression, of Nixon'a words npon 81 via waa aa nothing coin par d with that mad by Geordle Crawfuid. It waa not what be aald M'tuuch iu the manuer of awful solemn! ry be car ried. . Geordle waa atruggUng consci entiously to keep bla promise to "not be 'ard on the boya" aud found consid erable relief In remembering that lu bad agreed "to leave tbem ta the Al mlchty." , But the manner ot leaving tbem was ao solemnly awful that I could not wonder that Slavic' super stitious Irish nature supplied him with supernatural terrors. It waa tbe sec oud day after tb funeral tbat Geordle and I were walking toward Sluvln's. There waa a great about of laughter a we drew near. '' Geordle atopped abort and. laying "We'll Julat gaiig iu a uieenuta," pas ed through the crowd and up to th bar. , " "Michael fslavln," began Geordle, and tbe men (tared In dead silence, with their glasses in their hands "Michael Slavln, I promised the Ud I'd bear yt uue III wull, but juist leuve ye tue tht Almk-hty, au' 1 wuul tae tell ye that 1 111 keepiu' ma wur-r-d. But," ami her ui rawed hia bund, aud hi voice be came. pK lei naturally solemn, "hi bluUl I upon jer bun's. ' Do ye no' see It?" Hi voice rose sharply, aud aa b polute's Mluvln iuatiiietively glauced al bis lisi.ijK, aud Geordle added: 1111' the I-ord will require It 0' ye au' ;er boose." Tticj told me tbut Klavlu ahlvered l If tjkm with ague uftea Geordle. weut out, Bd, though be la united aud swovrf, he dio not stop drinking till be sunk In a dru.iken stuMr uuJ bud to be car ried L, bed. His littler French Canadlaa wife .K-uld not understand the cbangn that pad eouie aver her buebaud. "II ;s like one bear," she con tided to Mi's. M.tvor, to whom she was showlug her l-ufc-y of a year old. "He's uot kee me upe tain dls duy. He's mos' bawfui bad. He' not even look at de baby. , Aal this seemed sufficient proof thai soui'tl's'ig wa seriously wrong, fur tbe went on to auy: "Hi's tink more for dut leel baby dau for de whole worl'. He's tink more to dat lby dun for me." But she slinij ged pretty little shoulders In depre cation iit her speech. "Y.jU must pray for blm," aald Mr. Mavor, "and u II will come right." "A:i, uiailame." she replied earnestly, "eveiy day, every day, I pray la saint Vleriti ft tous lea saint for blm." "Y u must pray to your Father ii hea veil for blm."- '"All, oul, I weel pray," And Mr. Mavr-r sent ber away bright witb snilil 1 and with new hope and courag In hei heart. 8 he bad very soon need of all ber course, for at tbe week'a end ber baby lei! dangerously ill. Slavln's anx iety tnd fear were not relieved much by tl,e reiiorta the men brought blm from (line to time of Geordie's omlnouj forehjdings. for Geordle had no doubt that the Avenger of blood was hot upon Slavln's trail, and aa tbe slcknesi grew be became confirmed In thi con, vlctloti. While be could not be aald te find satisfaction In Slavln'a Impending a miction, he could hardly blue hi com IilacitBcy In tbe promptness of Prov tlrccf In vindicating bi theory of retrl buticu. But Geordle' complacency waa some what rudely shocked by Mr. Craig answor to this theory one day. "You read your Bible to little profit it aeema to me, Geordle, or perhaps you have never read the Master! teaching about the tower of Blloain. Better read that and take that warn lug tij yourself." Getfdie gused after Mr. Craig aa be turned away aud muttered: -Tut toor o' 81 loam, la it? Aye, t ken tl'u) boot tbe toor o' Slloau an' about tbe toor o' Babel aa weel, at' I've read, too, about tbe blaapbeeuiioiu Herod an' sic like. Mon, but he's a bet belded laddie an lacks dlscreemetuie tlon." "1bat about Herod, Geordle?" I akfd. - "Aboot Herod?" with strong: tkig of contempt in his tone. "A boot Herod? Moi. bae ye no' read in the Scree p tur a boot Herod an' the w ur-r-mi Li the weme o' him?" "OU, yea, I aee," . I hastened ta an swer. "Aye, a fule can see wbat'a flappej In his face." with wbicb bit of pre verlilal philosophy be auddenly left me. But Geordle thenceforth content ed himself. In Mr. Craig' presence at lea it, with ominous bead shaklugs, equally aggravating aud Impossible tu answer. , -. Taut same night, however, Geordle allowed tluit with all hla theories be bad a man's true heart, for be came In baste to Mis. Mavor to say: "Ye'll be uceded ower yonder, I'm tblnkin'." "Why? I the baby worse? Have you lieeu lu?" "Na, na," replied Geordle cautiously; "I'll uo' gang where l u no' wanted. but yon pair thing ye ran hear ootslde weepiu' au mount 11'. . "She'll iiniylw need ye tae," be went on dubiously to me. "Ye're a klu' o doctor. I bear," not committing biai aelf to any opinion a to. uiy profession al value. But Slavln would bave pone of me, having got tlie doctor sober enough to prescribe. Tbe Interest of the camp la Slavln waa greatly Increased by tue Illness of hia baby, which wa to bim aa tbe ap ple of bia eye. There were a few who, !turcsset! by Geordle' profound con viction titoii the matter, were Inclined to favor tue retribution theory and con nect tbe baby' illness with tb venge ance of tlie Almighty. AuHing these few was Slavln himself, and, goaded by bi remorseful termrs, be sought re lief In drink. Bnt thi brought bim nly deeper .and fiercer gloom, so that between Iter Buffering child and ber savagely despairing huslmnd tbe poor mother waa desperate with terror and grief. Ah. niadanie." aba Bobbed to Mrs. Mavor. "my heart la broke fvr bim. lie's beet noting f.ir tree days, but Jl dreenk. dreenk, dreenk." Tb next day a man cam for ma in ..- h ., i-s - -- -ll 1 oof W ANcgetable Preparation Tor As similating t&FoodandBegula ling Ua? bfcjiflaxits aikUJowtb of I Pro moles DigeslioaCueet Pur nessandHesi ConUiins ndilrr Opuiin.Morplune norruieraL lsui Xah c otic . A nili). SmU- Aperfecl Remedy forConslipa-j lion, suur aiuiuacn,uiarrroea Worms .Convulsions .Feveri shn ness And Loss of Sleep. . Facsimile Signature of NEW YORK. II n.e,i- 1- .1 LI tl ' -1" weflgrnp EXACT COPY Or WRAPPER. J jj 1 J 1 I B fll " ' "" TMC eCNTAUK COalMNV, NfW VtHllt CfTV. CSSSIlal-lxla-lS . PA UK AND WASHINGTON, PORTLAND. OREGON . '' The school where thorough wurlc U done; where the roasnn h always 'given; where cotifulence is developed; where bookkeeping is taught exactly as books are kept in- hnsinesa ; where shorthand is made easy ; where penmanship is at its best ; where hundreds of bookkeepers and stenographers have been educated for success in life; where thousands more will be. Open afl the year. Catalogue fre-i, A. P. ARMSTRONG, LL B., PRINCIPAL. baste. Tlia baby was" SViuk, and tlie doctor waa drunk. . I found tUo little oh In a convulsion lying across Mrs. Mayor's kuees, tlia motUer kueellng- lie l(l It, wrintrlng her hands In dumb agony, and Slavln standing uear, silent and suffering. I glanced at the bottle of medicine upon tbe table and askei' Mrs. Mavor the dose and found tli baby bad leen poisoned. My look ol horror told Slavln something wai wrong, and. striding to me, be caugb' my arm aud asked: . "What Is it J la tbe medicine wrongr ...... I tried to pat him off, but bla grip tightened till bla Augers seemed to reach the boue. "Tbe doae la certainly too large. But let me go. I must do something." lie let me go at once, aayiug.lu a vole that made my heart sore for him, "He has killed my baby; be has killed my baby." And then he cursed tbe doctor with awful curses and with a look of such murderous fury on his face that I waa glad tbe doctor waa too drunk to appear. ' Hla Ife, hearing bla curses and un derstanding the cause, broke out into walling hard to bear. "An. mou petit aogoi It 1 dat whees- ky dt' keel mon baby. Ah, mon cheri, inon amour! Ah, mon Dleut Ah, Michael! How often I say that wheea tf b not good ting." It waa more than Slavln could bear, and with awful curses he passed out. Mr. Mavor laid tbe baby in ita crib, for the convulsion bad passed away. and, putting ber arms about tbe wall ing little Frenchwoman, comforted aud Boot bed her aa a mother might ber child. "And yon must help your husband," I hrard ber say. "He will need you more than ever. Think of blm." 'Ah. oul, 1 weel," was the quick re ply, and from .that moment there wa no more wailing. It seemed no more than a minute tl.l Slavln came la again, sober, quiet and ateady. The passion was all gone from bis face, and only tbe grief remained.. A we stood leaning over the sleeping tbll.i tbe link- thing opened its eyes. saw Its father and amlled. It was too mu.-h for hlia. Tbe big man dropped on It's knees with a dry sob. "1 there no chance at all, at all "r" h wbUpereJ, but 1 could give him on uop. Hit Immediately rose and, pull ing himself together, stood perfectly quiet. , A t ew terriir seized upon tbe mother. "My latby la m4 what you call it?" going lliruUL-ti tbe form of baptihoi. "An' .be will not come to la saint Vlerte." she said, crossing herself. "I rot fear for your little one," said Mrs. Mavor, stltl with ber arm about ber. "The good Havlour win take your darling luto hla own anna. But the mother would not be comfort ed by tills, and Slavln, too. was uneasy. "Where la Father Oouletr be asked. "Ah, yon were not good to tlie holy per d la tain, Michael." be replied II y. "Tb saint are not please for you. "Where I the priest?" be demanded. 1 know not for sure. At de Laodiu. dat a lak." "I'll go for him," be said. But hia wife clung to blm. beeeechlng blm not to leave her, aud indeed lie was loath to leave bla little one. I found Craig and told blm tbe diflV ; cnlty. With bla usual promptness lis wss ready with a solution. ' "Mien baa a team. He will ga." Tueg.be added: "(..wonder if .Jby It- IU B UEi For Infants and ClitMrcn. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature hj Use U' For Over Thirty Years 1 - would not like iii (.i I iij-ii:-.!' Ib.-'r lil-.li-one. I'utlirr I'miN t ;m I I Imvi- x changed olbVi'K In-fore now. I n-uii'i j ber bow lie i-nnic to urn- of my ,h;i!i In my absence,1 when she wua (ljliii: read with her, prayed wlih her, com forted her and helped tier ncrosa the river. Ho la a j-immI soul and lins no nonsense al out him. Send for me ii' you think there Is need. It will iniike no ditTei-eiicc to tlie Imby. but It will comfort tlie mother." Nixon was willing i-uoiikIi to u". but wheu he came to tbe 1r Mrs. Mnvor kuw tbo hard 1. ok in bis face. He bud u-it forgotten bis wfotiK, for day l? day be was still ti;-lit i iik tbe iUvil u HL III that Kliivin bud culled lo Mr.-. Hur Mrs. Mnvor, under cover of pelting lilin lin.truclioiia, drew blm into the room. While HutetiliiK lo ber IiIm eyes wan dered fluni one lo tbe oilier of tin. group till -tbey rented ui,n the l.-tllj white face In tlie crib Klie noticeil tbe change In blH face. "They fear tbe little one will never sco the Havlour If It is not baptized," she said in n low tone. . lie wa eager to j;o. . "I'll do uiy bcHt to pet i ho priest," lie said and wa koiic on bis Klxly tnile ruco with death.- The long afternoon wore on, but be fore it was half tone I saw Nixon could not win and thai tbe piK.st would be too late, s i I kciii for Mr. t'raitf. From the moment be entered tho rnoni he took command' of us all. lie was au simple, eo manly, so ti-mli r, the bcarls of tbe parents Instinctively turned lo him. As be was nbout to proceed with the baptism the mother wli!H)crcd to Mrs. Mavor, who licKilntiuKly asked Mr. Crulg if be would object i, uxlng holy water. "To me It Is the same n any other," he replied gravely. "An' will be make the cd sign"' asked the mother timidly. And so the child was baptised by the Presbyterian minister with holy water and with tbe sigu of tbe crops. I don't suppose It waa orthodox, ami it rcoocr ed chaotic some of my religions no tions, but I thought more of I'ralg that moment than ever before. He was more man than minister, or perhaps be wa o good a minister that day lo calise so much n n, an. As be rend about the Saviour and the children and the disciples who tried to get In Is-tween tbem, anil as be told in the story In bis own simple and lieanlirnl way and then went on to picture the borne of the little children and the same Pnt lour In the midst of thein. I felt my In-art grow warm, nnd I conhl easily nudcr tand the cry of tbe mother: "Oh, mon Jean, pn ncz im.l nusai, take me wlz mon mignonr The cry wakened flavin's heart, and he said huskily: "Oh, Anuetle, Annette!" "Ab. oul. an' Miclrael too!" Tlw-n to Mr. f'ralg: "You link lie's tnk me sonic day? Kb?" "All who love him," be replied. "A Michael. tooT she a-d;cd. hei eye searching hla face. "An Michael ioor But Tralg only replied, "AU who l.rve him." "Ah, Miclmct, ym mutt pray le !n Jestl! He's garde Uotre uiigii-'Ii." Ali-1 then she la-lit over the lialie, whisper ing. "All. mon i h-rl, tnon r.mour. idii u. adieu. iiHn angi-r- till Slaiiu put bis arms a Unit her sr.. I fiok ber away, for a she wa whispering h.-r farewell hixr liaby, lth a little ants. '-rin:; sigh, aaaae-l Into tjie Janice with many risitns. INTERESTING! PACT2MS- - Whr liif Oil l.llslira M !fliV, 1 1 !. if.tlnr.iHy w -tut (lit; H--t M'irx ut l.iiii.tlU' . Kr ,tf sjttt, muioit Hiiii tit-t i 1 iMttrifi i(. i'li: Uu 3 ' i' 'i.j-h 4 iitrl I. in uio I'Bul it 'n i 1 lit 1 uli tic u : il u.;r imi h ki pi4i('l t't a tt nt.tke ilo.- tHiutf lit:t uitli 'h.i ii.jnif tut t nil jiliu I- itttl 4lltr, tui l!tr..i;.fli tiaiiiv I'iniiiK Cut ivir tiiiexttilli I. Men'- n rrl x lu I'aiii. In nultr lo oltt.iiii 1 t'.i -t il.t-n r'u4 h k Ilit tit -kci m'nt In K4tl yon .4 lit kfi ovi r THE WISCONSIN. ClNT; AL LIKES. Ini"rt r.iniirtliiiii nt 'tiii.i-ii sill Shi. MUhthrffiirutl Kwd!! (Uti.il.-.. . . . r'r Tull iii ii rin n t ion r ill mi v u nn -l lirkt si-ut, or i'ilf ... . . Iah. O. I'iinu, ir .1 as. A , I'l.ni (tit. I'j.j. Att., (iinii il Airint, M ilwHuki-.U '.UiiSiui k lib. Collar Line. PORTLAND-ASTORIA Route. Sir. "BAILEY GATZERT" l.iily Ivotiiul Triiis -.if. .Sniulay TWE CARD l.nvp 1'iirlliiiiir 1Mve A-lm i;i . . . . 1 n. 111. . . .7 . iti. THE DALLES PORT LAND ROUTE STR "TAHOWIA" ASM "METLAKO" Kelneeii I'm tlauil. The Dalles ami iVay I 'oi ii Is. Bilily Trip' Fre t Sunday. TIME CARD Mr. ralii.ma" I.e. I'oitlaud Mon. Wed. l'ii.7 a. in. I.v. l'.illea Tiich. "l l nr. .at 7 a. in. Mr. i;otiII V I.v. Portlainl 'l'lies. 'l'lmr. Hat. : .7. n. in. I.v. Palles Mon. Wed. I'rl. 7 a. m. 9'riiia l.'oulu lias Hie (irandeht Scenic Attract ions on F.arlli. MEALS THE VERY BEST I .mi. ling mill Ollhn: Foot Abler Street.. Iloili I'liiHies, Main ,"M i'DIM'I.AMi, OliKCOV. J. V.( IllM JII tIN, stTlio D.illir. A.J. T.t 1 1.0 It, iigt Antoiia. J. F. H VATT, agt Vnneouvert woM oiiU a nn:u.N, Kts wbire Salmon. A. h. I I I.I FK ,,-s llmw! lliver.' H . 14 ll.i:if, I'.iill.-r. Wash. 4(111 M. 1 ill I'O.V, Mevenon, Wash, IIFMiV 4(1 MSI i All, t aron, Wash K. V. Flili HTOS.agt 1'orllau.l ""Wblshl. Anni ile, darling, HoiTl cry for tlie baby." said her husband. "Suio It's better oi'f 1 1 hi ii the rest of us it la. And didn't you bear what the minis-tor said nbout tlie lieantlfiil place It Ih? And sure be wouldn't lie lo us at all." 1 ' 1 1 1 n mother cannot Ih comforted for her lirsiunii von. An hour later Nixon brought Father lioitbt. lie was a little Frenchman ft- i I Ii gentle iiianucra nnd the face of a fiaint. I'raig w.li-niin-d bim wnriiilyj n I id told Iii lit what be bad done. i VTli.it M good, my brother," he said, with geiille courtesy, and, turning to tbe mother. "Your little one Is safe." j r.chlnd I'.illi. - (biiih-t came Mion Foftly nnd-giixi il down upon the little ubt fa-c, iH-nnliriil with tlie magic of deaili. Flavin came quietly and xtmsl Is-shii' him; Niton tinned and offered hi baud, but Slavln. looting slowly Pack, said: I I 'TO BK CoXTISI'Kn.l j rv-':j'7v:'srv YEARS' Trsdk Msama DtaicM COS-VRICSfTS 4c. Sckniilic Jlnurican I,. MUNN X Co."""-' New York aL J c nrriis.MM 5HJ, T.i ,Tr. ?? "' "'""n ,r '-'Is-r -i, I a..fi Ihr-.M.S tl... H .... .