:::;::;:::::::::;:?::::::::::::::::::::::;:t::::;;tt From Indiana Hy TXooth Ta.'RK.ijg to ft Copyright. 1999. ky HeuUtJay Cyrigt. 1902. CHAPTER I John Harkless, frt-hb from college, liuyen the bankrupt Carlo w county IltraM. at I'!ut v i II I nil., ami start! lii to reform things. Hi first trl umpli U to compel Kodney McCnne to withdrnw from the cat) tlliiucy for coiigrewt under pain of eipiisures. lie reclaims drunken collide professor named tisbee and take him on his staff. Gossip tells liim of a strunge younx woman named tiliersood who U visiting the duug! t -r of Judite llriscoe II Miss Sherwood deeply interested in J I ark Iron. She beam of the White Caps, at Sii Crossroads, when he lias attacked in the Herald, They threat en vengeance, ami the editor U ihadowed every night by a riattsville mend, on guard "What's tbe use of tryln to bother Mm with Itr old Tom asked btmeelf. "Herd only laugh." lie Doted thai young William Todd, tba drag, bonk and wail paper clerk, tat near tba ed Uor, wbtttllDg absently. Mart la cttoe ilod. William turn tonight." ba murmured. "Well, tha boye U take ar of trim.' lie locked the doora of tba Emporium, tried them and dropped (the keys In hla pocket. Aj be croanod the arjnare to the drag "tore, where hi cronies i waited htm. a e" turned a win to' look at the figure of. the musing journalist "He ought to go out there," he said and shook hla bead sadly. "I don't reckon riattvllle'e any too spry for that young man. Five years he's he'n here. Well, lt a good thing for us, but I guess It ain't exact ly high life for him." He kicked a stick cut of LIB way Impatiently. "Now, where'd that Imp run to?" be grum bled. The Imp whs lying under the court house step. When the sound of Mar tin's footsteps . hud pasaid away she rept cautiously from ber hiding place und stole tlirouKh the ungroomed (trawl to the fence opposite the hotel. Here alio stretched herself flat in the weed and took from the tangled mnm of her hair, where It was tied with a string, a rolled up, crumpled slip of Kreasy paper. With this In her fingers lie Iny eerlng under the fence, her fierce eyes fixed- unwlnklngly on the lltor of the Herald. The street ran flat and gray In the alowly gathering dusk straight to the western horlwm, where the sunset em bers were strewn in long, glowing, dark red streaks. The maple trees were clean cut slllkwiettce against the pale rose and pearl tints of the sky above, and a tenderness seamed to shimmer In the air. The editor often vowed to blm aelf ho would watch no more sunsets In Plattvllle. He thought they were making him mortild. Could be have shared them It would have been dif ferent His long, melnncholy face grew lon ger and more melancholy in the twi light, wiille William Todd putl.-ritly whittled near by. Plattvllle had often discussed the editor's hnblt of silence, and possibly the reason Mr. HnrkliNH was such n quiet mini win tlmt there wns n'ltxKly for lit tit to talk to; but bin hearer tllil not agree, for the popnln Hon of Cnrlow county whs n thing of pride, being greater than that of sev ernl bordering ,ouiitles. A bent flgtire enme slowly down the strict, and William Todd lialhd it cheerfully. "Evening. Mr. l'lsliee." "A good evening, Mr. Todd," an swered tl. old man, pnuslng. "Ah, Mr. llnrkless, I wan looking for you." He had not seemed to be looking for any thing beyond the boundaries of his own dreams, but he approached llnrkless. tugging nervously at some papers la bis pocket. "I have completed my notes for our Saturday edition. It was unite easy. sir. There Is nmeli doing." "Thank you. Mr. K'sls-e." said Hark less n he took the manuscript. "Have you finished jour paper on the earlier Christian symbolism? I hope the Her ald may have the honor of printing It." This was a form they used. "I shall lie the recipient of honor, air," retiirnid I-'lslx-e. "Your kind off'T will speed my work; but I fear, Mr. I lark less, I very much fear, that your klwlnoos slone prompts It, for, deeply as I desire It. 1 cannot truthfully say that my esaays appear to inirrasc our circulation." He made an odd, trou Ned gesture as he went on: "They do not seem to read them here, although Mr. Martin assures me that be cure fully reiienises my article on Chaldean decoration whenever he rearrange his exhibition windows." He pkddd on a few paces, then turned Irresolutely. "What ts It. Flsbee?" asked IIarkles Flsliee stood for a moment as though about to speak; then he smiled falnlly, shook bis bead and went his way. Hark less waved hla band to hlra In farewell and. drawing a pencil and a lsd from bla pocket, proceeded to In jure hla eyes In the warring twilight by Che editorial perusal of the Itetue bit Gentleman m MeCimrm Cm. by MtCturm. Thltltpj s31 C. 'Staff had Just left in Ins hands. He glanced over them meditatively, mak ing alterations here and there. The last one l'Uliee had written as follows: Miss Sherwood of Rnuen, whom Miss Ilrtsctm kmiw at the Misses Jennlnits' fin ishing- school In New York, Is a guest of Judge Briscoe's household. j rlsbec'a Item were written In Ink There was a blank space beneath the lust. At the tiottom of the page some thing had been scribbled la pencil Hurkless vainly tried to decipher It; but the twilight had fallen too deep and the writing was too faint, so he struck a match and held It close to the paper. The action betokened only a languid interest But when he caught sight of the first of the four subecrlb ed Cue be aat up straight la bla chair. with a sharp ejaculation. At the bot torn of Hsbee'e page was written la dainty feminine hand of a type be bad not seen for years: "The time ha corns." the walrus said, "To talk of man? thinas CM shoes and sblpe and sealing was And cabbwaea and ktnas." da put the paper In bla pocket and art off rapidly down the village street At bla departure William Todd looked up quickly. Then be got upon bla feet with a yawn, and quietly followed the editor. In the dusk a Uttered little figure rose up from the weeds across the way and stole noiselessly after William. He was In bis shirt sleeves, his waistcoat unbuttoned and loose. On the ueareat corner Mr. Todd encounter ed a fellow townsman who bad been pacing up and down In front of a oot tnge crooning to a protestlve baby held In his arms. He had paused In bis vigil to stare after Hark less. -Where's he bound fer, William T" tnqnlred the man with the baby. "Brtacw"',". answered William, pur suing bla way. "I reckoned he would be." observed the oilier, turning to his wife, who aat u the doorstep. "I recktsned so when I see that lady at the lecture last nhjht." The woman rose to her feet. "HI, Bill Todd!" she said. "What ye got on to the buck of yer vest?" William paused, put his hand behind him and encountered a paper pinned to the dun Cling i-trap of his waistcoat. The wom an ran to blm and unpinned the paper. It bore a writing. They took it to where the yellow lamplight sliooe out through the open door and read: A' 'Sir FoLer hark Is U yo bias an tsRd him yoK heat vetiaaefis Is cloateB karwls not Ckt das to lire we come In wlte. What ye think. William?" asked the man with the baby anxiously, But the woman gave the youth a sharp push with ber hand. "They never dast to do it!" she cried; "never In tlie world! You hurry. Bill Todd, rton't leave hlni out of your sight one sec ond." CHAPTER III. HE street upon which the Pal ace hotel fronted formed the south side of the square and ran west to the edge of the T town, where it turned to he south for a quarter of a mile or more, then bent to the west again. Some distance from this second tarn there Stood. fronting close on the road, a large brick house, the most pretentious man sion in Cnrlow county. And yet It was n homelike place, with Its red brick walls cuihowend In masses of cool Virginia creeper and a comfortable veranda crossing I he bnaid front, wbllu half a hundred stalwart sentinels of elm and beech ami poplar stood guard uround It The front walk was lad dered by geraniums and hollyhocks, and honeysuckle climbed llie pillars of (he porch. Behind the house there was a shady little on-hard, and back of the orchard nn old fashioned, very fragrant rose garden, divided by a long grape artxir, extended to the shallow waters of a wandering creek, and on the bank a rustic seat was placed IsMieath the syes mores. From the first bend of the road, where it left the town and became (after some indecision) a country nigh, way, called the pike, rather than a proud city Imulevard, a pathway led through the fields to end at some pas ture bars npposito the brick bouse. John Harkless was leaning on the pasture bars. The stars were wan and tbe full moon shone over the fields. Meadows and woodlands lay quiet and motionless under the old, sweet mar vel of a June night In the wide monotony of the flat lands there some times comes a feeling that tbe whole earth la stretched out before one. To nhjrbt It seemed to lie so. In the pathos of silent beauty, passive and still, yet breathing an antlqne message., sad, mysterious, reassuring. But there had .... .... .. .. come a Otruie ueldUy adrift on tba air. Through the open windows it floated. Indoor some one struck a peal of sil ver chords, like a harp touched by a lover, and u woman's voice was lifted. John llurkicm leaned on the pasture bais and listened with upraised bead and parted lips. To thy chamber window roving, love hath led my feet." The Lord sent manna to the children of Israel In the wilderness. II ark less bad beeu Ave years In I'tattvllie, and a woman's voice singing rVbuberfs "Ser enade" came to hlin at last as he stood by the pasture bars of Jones' field and listened and rested bis dazzled eyes on the big white face of the moon. How long bad It becu since be bud beard a song or any discourse of music other than that furnished by the. I'lutt vllle band? Not that be had m taste for a brass band. Hut music thut' he lovt'd always gave him uu nche or de light and the twinge of reminiscences of old gay days gone forever. Tonight bis memory leaped to the lust dny of a June gone seven years to a morn ing when the little estuary waves twinkled In the bright sun about the boat In which he sat. the trim launch that brought a cheery party ashore from their schooner to the casino land ing at Winter Harbor, far up on the Maine coast. Tonight be saw the picture as pattnly aa If It were yeaterday. No rtwulnlav onncea bad rUea so keealy before bla eyes for years. Pretty Mrs. Van Muyt sitting beside Mm pretty Mrs. Tsa Bktiyt and her rosea what bad ba enme'of her? He saw tba) crowd of friends waiting on the) pier for their ar rival, the doaeo or ao em Masoned ctase matea (It was to the time of brilliant flannels) who sent up a volley of col lege cheers In bla honor, now plainly the dear old. young faces rose up before him tonight, the men from whose fires be bad slipped! I wrest and Jollreet of the faces was that of Tom Meredith, tlubmate, rlasamate, bla closest friend, the thin, redheaded third baseman. He could see Tom 'a mouth opened at least a yard. It seemed, such was bla frantic vodfurousnesa. Again and acaha the cheers rang out. "Harkless! Hark- less!" on tbe end of them. In those days everybody, particularly bis class mates, thought he would be minister to England In a few years, and the or chestra on the casino porch waa play ing "Tbe Conquering Hero Cornea" hi bis honor and at the behest of Tbu Meredith, be knew. There were other pretty ladles be sides Mrs. Van Skuyt In the launch load from the yacht but as they touch ed the pier, pretty girls or pretty wom en or Jovial gentlemen, all were over looked In tbe wild scrumblo the college men made for their hero. They hahd ti tin forth, set blin on high, bore him on their shoulders, shouting "Kkal to tbe Viking."' and carried him up tbe wood ed bluff to the casino. He beard Mrs. Van Skuyt say: "Oh. we're used to It. We've put In at several other places where be had friends!" He remember ed the wild progress they made for LOST! yKacl) set with Sixty Diamond Minutes. No reward is given to the finder, for thi-yd .lean never lie found they are gone forever, and as time is money, so is your moneyy wasted in building an jd ft Uirnion rrvirr- ' :V. That takes time to be patching, also to gather tip stock that has FIELD, or to chase your NeighWs Stock that h.is gotten " - ' t'- W t 1 v, I . 1.,. And by so doing save time and Agents N anted. For lull particulars, address PAGE WOVEN WIRE FENCE CO. E. ESTES, MiuiHKer f Distrllmlary, V. 1att.x, Gaston, blm up tbe slope that morning at Win ter Harbor how tbe people looked on and laughed Slid clapped their bauds. But at tbe veranda edge he bad no ticed a little form disappearing around a corner of the building, a young girl running away as fast as she could. "8ee there," be suld as the tribe set lilm down; "you have frightened the iopuIuce." And Tom Meredith hud stopped shouting long enough to an swer: "It's my little cousin, overcome with emotion. Hbe's been counting tbe hours till you fame been hearing about you for a good while. Hhe hasn't boon uble to talk or think of anything else. She's only fifteen, and tbe crucial moment is too much for her. The great Hurkless has arrived, nnd she has iled." But the present hour grew on hlin as he leaned on the pasture bars. It bad been a reminiscent day wtUi hiiu. but sudilculy nia memories sped, and the rnicr iui vms Binguig txnovjetT'S "Serenade" across the way touched ti In) with the urgent (lersonnl appeul that a present tieuuty hud always held for blm. It was u soprano und without tremolo, yet enme to his ear with certain tremulous sweetness. It was soft and slender, but tbe listener knew it could be lifted with fullness and power If the singer would. It spoke only of the aong. yet the listener tliougtit of the singer. Under the moon thoughts run into droama, and be dreamed that the owner of tbe voire, she who quoted The Walrus and the Carpenter" on FksWs autea, waa one to laugh wrth you and wevy wlrh yon. yet ber Waxtiter weak! be tempered with sorrow and ber tears wrth tooghtier. When tbe song waa eoded be strnek tbe rail be lea-iwd upon a sharp blow with bla open bead. There swept orer blm a feeling that be bad stood precise ly where be stood now on encb a night a thousand years ago; bad beard that voice and that song and been moved by tbe voice and the song and the night Just as be waa moved now. He bad long known himself for a sentimental 1st. He bad almost given up trying to cure himself. And be knew himself for a born lover. He bad always been In love with some one. In bla earlier youth bla affections bad been ao coo stantly Inconstant tint be finally came to settle with bla self respect by rec ognizing In himself a fine constancy that worshiped one woman always. It whiter evenings when be stared akste at tbe embers. And tonijflit. here In Ptnttvlllc. he beard a voice he hod waited for tons, one that his flckln memory told him he had never heard before. But. lltonln;. he ktK'w better he had heard It kin-' ago, though when nnd bow lie did lx know, as rich and true and lmffalj'i tender ns now. He threw n sop to h! common sense. "Miss Sherwood Is . Ilttj thing" (tlie linage was so sup ; tnlb. "with n bumpy forehead : ml s tack's." lie said to hliiifi'lf. ""r el prminclnl young lady w:fli big eyes pone at yott." Then he felt ti e rkl'i loiMnos of rook'ni: after his -oinc sense on n moonlight nlirht In .lui 4no. he kw ft - "' YESTERDAY - - Somewhere between daylight and dark, TWO GOLDEN HOURS V. if p lii: III ,3 1 Buy a Page Fence money, and live in peace and harmony MrMINNVILLE OIIEOOX. waa only the shifting Image of her that changed. Somewhere (he dreamed, whimsically Indulgent of the fancy, yet UHicklug himself for It) there was a girl whom he had never seen who wait ed till he should come. She was every thing. I'ntil be found her he could not help udoring others who pomfcwsed lit tle pieces and auggestloiis of her her brilliancy, ber courage, her short upiier Hp, "like a curled roe leaf." or ber dear voice or ber pure protlle. He bad no recolhvtlon of any ludy who bad quite her eyve. He bad never pussed a lovely 'atranger on the stmt In the old days without a thrill of delight and warmth. If he never suw her again and the vision bad only lasted for the time It tukea a ludy to rrntm the side walk f-om a shop door to a currluge be was always a little In love wltb her because she bore about her somewhere, aa did every pretty girl he ever saw, a suggestion of tbe faruwuy divinity. One does not pass lovely strangers In the streets of Plattvllle. Miss Briscoe wus pretty, but not at all in the way thut Harkless drcanicd. Fur five years the lover In him that bad loved so of tcu had been starved of all but dreams. Only at twilight and dusk In tbe sum mer, when strolling he caught sight of a woman's skirt far up the village street, half outlined In the darknc&i under the cathedral arch of meeting brancbea, this roatancer of petticoats oould sigh a true lover's sigh and. If be kept enough diets nee between, fly a yearning faocy that bla lady wandered there. Ever since bta university daya the ttnsMsa of her had been growing mors and more distinct. He bad completely sittled bla trrlnd aa to ber appearance and ber voice, she waa tail, almost too tall, be waa eure of that; and out of bla oonsckNMDeaa there bod grown a awwet and vivacious young face that be knew waa bers. Her hair waa light brown, wttb gold lusters (be reveled In tbe gold lusters on the proper theory that when your fancy la pulntlng a picture you may aa well go In for the whole thlug and make It sumptuous), and ber eyie were gray. They were very enrneet. ami yet they sparkled and longhtd to him compankinubly. ami snmcthrjca he smiled bock upon ber. Tbe L'nlhie dnucud before blm through tbe lonely years, on fair nights In bla walks aid enme to alt by bla Ore on To tm Continued. Ftee o Employers Farmers, mill men, Inggiva and dairy men can get good help to nhort notice from the Pioneer Employment Co. Write or call 215 Mwrrlson St., Portland, Ore. For sale. Tare wed. A quantity of clean tare seed that we will sell for !J cents per pound. Call at Varley's Feed Burn, Forest Grove, Ore, While Plymouth Rock eggs for sale. 50 Cents per setting of 13 Mrs. L. W House. gotten into a NEIGHBOR'S lj into YOUR FIELD. :f- J-, ' with your neighbor. A'". Northwestern W.b. Co. 'Jk it