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THE GIRL WITH A MILLION ------------ B y C H A P T E R X.— Do yon think you « me to Dobroski to, with a amile of D. C Murray (Continued.) may aafely intro- now?” demanded boastful self-com- “ Wbo are you?” fro s t demanded. • H o w ’s it done? There ain’t a feature.” B e stared hard at Zeno, losing tor once h h own shrinking gaas. “ Would you like to aee It go a little further?” asked Zeno, laughing. He allp- ped bin hand to his mouth, fro s t heard A alight clicking sound, and there eras his companion grinning at him with a horrible gap-toothed laugh, which startled him ae that he recoiled a pace or two. Bene laughed triumphantly and noisily. •A n d now,” he said, wbea his laugh was user, “ will yen introduce ms to Dob- saski T’ Hie voice had undergone a great change, and biased and whistled through the gape In hie teeth like that o f an old ■ fr o s t stared at him still, as if he were hurt Dated. “ This gets me down,” he said. “ This gets me down, and kicks m while I ’m down. W ait a bit,” he said, somewhat recovering from his surprise; “ 111 show yeu something.” He pulled •pen a small drawer, and taking from it n photograph of considerable size, threw it on the table. Zeno took it. and after the merest glance stared up st fro st with an expression of amusement almost as com plete ss Frost himself had worn s few momenta earlier. The photograph was sn enlarged copy o f the one which Angein had found among the stereoscopic views la the little exhibition o f Janenne. "H ew did yes eome by this?” be asked. vertag himself. “ Dobroski gave it me. 11 was going to show it to you to worn you off. There Isn't a man in the neighborhood here that hasn’t seen it end studied it. There leu’ t one of any note among them that hasn't got a copy of i t ”. ' » “ Dobroski gave it yon?” said Zeno, in a new amusement “ My good f r o s t I have Jwea sa cunning as a serpent I have had Io w a there al Janenne a bung ling spy who did not know me, who was net to watch Dobroski, such a bungler that he was certain to find him o u t and did Sod him out, and I had him there to draw attention from myself. I talked with Dobroski sometimes, a bit of broken English, a bit o f broken french. I fool ed hhn completely to my own idiotic aelf- mtisfact ion, and he knew me all the time. Oh, I tell yon he is n master. Never n sign. A sign? Not the lensts least lit tle, little sign for weeks, and he knew aU the time 1 A master.” A t that instant there came a load knocking at the front door, and F rost potting his head out o f the window, down “ Who’s there?” he cried. “The house la all abed.” “ It is I, Mr. fro st,” said s quiet voice hnlow. “Can I speak to yon for a no- ‘ Frost drew in his head sa sudden l y and incautiously that be struck It resoundingly upon the woodwork of tbe window, and then the spy and the traitor faced each other. The name word was — tv lipa of each, and dropped in a - » art whisper : "D obroski!” “ Bring him here,” Mid the spy. “ W s •«an tell between us if he knows me. A little courage. Take the bull by the Ikons. We can Mve all if there is any th in g to save— do all if there Is anything I d be done. Go.” W ith all this breathed In one rapid whisper fa Frost’s M r, he pushed him frees tbe room. W hile he blunderingly descended Zeno advanced stM lth ily like a c a t aad restored the window and the blind to their old position. “ Do I wear anything be could know?” he asked himself. He released with rapid fingers a single bntton o f hia waist coat, slid tha bar of his watch chain through the bcttonhole and transferred watch and chain to his coat pocket. Then ho stripped his fingers of the rings he wore and pot them in hia parse, and as he did ss be heard tbe Jar with which the treat doer opened. His breath came' hard aad fast, aad his fat cheeks were blanched, bat he seated himself in a battered armchair near tbe fire. “ A re you alone, sir?” asked Dobroski. when Frost bad opened the door. “ Can I speak with you?” “ I am not alone, Mr. Dobroski,’ an swered Frost. “ I have a friend with me. W ill yon come in? He would like to ■wet you, air. He ia a countryman of yours.” “ I win eome in for a moment,” Mid Dobroski. He entered from the rain, which was driving dawn rapidly, and as Frost dosed the door he Mid, In tran quil and ordinary tones, “ Mr. Zeno is here. He arrived in London this even- "Zeno?” he contrived to My, in a voice which ha knew to be much unlike his s n . “ Ah. The spy.” He expected some sort o f instant con demnatlea, for to bis startled mlad the statement that Zens was there meant ttoit Zeno w m actually within the bouse, aad w m of itself proclamation of the discovery o f treason. Ha had time enough to ha shot, stabbed, poisoned, abducted, aad tried for treason fa hia owa swift- darting, frightened fancy before Dobroekl ■poke again. “ Tea,” mid Dobroekl, “ he la bare. It Is well that everybody should be warned o f him.” “ O f course,” returned frost, trembling 1 hands above tha bias* to account for the tremor in hip ro le « “ How do I know?” repeated Zeno. “ There was in Milan a national commit- tee, and I was a member. This fellow tried to bribe me. 1 know bis tare I should know it in a million, hut f hart forgotten what name he went by. That is of no couaequence. I know the man. I f yoq doubt it, brine him taco to face with me.” “ What do yon know of h im !" naked Dobroski. “ Is be an able man?" , “ A fool,” said Zeno. “ He is a Greek and he came to me at first pretending to be a I’oie. I talked with him and he made fifty mistakes in a hundred words.” "H ow long ago was this?” Dobroekl asked. “ Seven years next August,” responded Zeno, after an elaborate calculation upon his fingers and much knitting of his sandy brows in thought. “ Ton will tell anybody you happen to meet,” said Dobroski, taking up his felt hat from the table and turning to frost. “ I t is well that all should know it. I shall meet you again, Mr. Wroblewhkof,” he added, shaking hands warmly with Zeno, yrbo took the extended hand in both his and kissed it. fro s t lighted his guest downstairs ■and saw him into the rainy stroke Than be came blunderingly upstairs again. "W eil 7” said Zeno, who was toweling himself before the mirror. “ Did he kpow me T’ '? “ I do not know,” said fro st, with ex treme slowness, “ whether he knew you or whether he didn’t But if an opinion is any use to you he was no more taken in than I wan” “ Pooh!” cried Zeno. “ Anyway,” replied frost, “ I ain't fool enough to ask you to pitch your tent on my premises just at present. The best thing for you to do is to slide before the old man has time to set a watch on this particular tenement.” “ Give me his address,” said Zeno. “ I will know whether he suspects or not. I shall call upon him to-morrow'.” (T o be continued.! B o v s P u b lic M s s to D ispos e ot ■took s i t ra r a s lo a laaplem eots. Never was there such an epidemic o f public sales on the farm s as this spring. Seven auctioneers h av* been kept busy and others are in training fo r auctioneers’ schools. Some o t the auctioneers are “ Colonels.” Th ey claim that title when they hpro “ cried” 100 sales. But it is only the result o f the farm ers getting rich— and o f the land boom which censes much change o f location. Central Kansas boa reached a time when the farm ers who have made their home here, writes an Abilene corre spondent o f theJiansas City Star, have acquired more m aterial than they need to run their farm , o r a re anxious to change their residence, and so want to bave a “ sale.” They go to the county seat and make arrangements w ith the auctioneer, and have their bills print ed. Th e latter are put up la th e post- office or are scattered on the fence posts o f the vicinity. Th e attendance on the public sales is usually good, nothing but bad weath er keeping the fanners o f the vicinity away. T h e women frequently accom pany their husbands and form an In terested portion o f the audience when the household goods and canned fru it are sold. c- The crowd that has looked over the possessions ot the household curiously and nodded at ths various flaws in the implements o f the farm yard has also had a rude sort o f entertainment. On every sale bill in large letters appears “ F ree lunch at noon,” and soma o f them have the additional legend. “ B rin g your tin cups.” T h is is Greek to tbe city resident, but ths farm er knows what it means. I t Is a promtee that there w ill be great steaming cans o f coffee, with plenty o f sandwiches and perhaps pickles. T b e task o f pro viding cups fo r a hundred o r two visit ors is a form idable one, amt the pru dent housewife asks that the comers bring cups to use at this function. T b e habitual auction attendant Is fuHy equipped w ith thé cups to ose on sneb occasions. During the w inter an sales begin at 10 o’clock, but as the days lengthen tbe noon start Is more common. It all de pends upon tbe amount o f materia? to be sold. Sometimes there Is something more than coffee to drink, but not often. -• T b e amount o f property changing bands In this grow ing method o f dis posing o f used farm m aterial Is enor mous. In this county alone probably seventy-five sales bave been held since the first o f the present year, and they bave averaged more than $1,000 each, or at least $100,000 worth o f s e c o o » hand goods disposed o f by farm ers to their neighbors. T b e sam e condition exists In nearly every w ell settled county o f the State, and so common Is tbe custom becoming that It A unlike ly that It w ill show any diminution fo r some tim e to come. With this he fell into a chair near the table, and dropping both arms across the table and his heed upon bis arms gave himself np to convulsive sobbing. “ I do not recall your friend,” taid Dob roski, looking toward Frost. “ No,” cried Zeno, raialng his bead to his fellow scoundrel's Intense relief. “ I am of Warsaw. My name is Wroblews- koff. Marco. It la thirty years ago. I waa but a lad.” He spoke in Polish, end Dobroski'* look of inquiry 'gave way to one o f pleas ure snd welcome. “ I remember,” be said— “ I remember.” He stretched out a hand to Zeno and the rascal took it and kiaaed it. “ My mother blessed you with her dy ing breath,” he said. “ My tether died in Cxlle, blessing you. My sister’s chil dren cherish your memory and pray for you nightly.” The bewildered fro s t asked himself repeatedly whether the thing were true or false. Dobroski released himself from the spy’s grasp and walked to the window, and looked out on the rainy night. Then Zeno, turning upon Frost, began in Eng lish n story of the utmost circumstance, which he related with ao natural an emo tion and so complete an nlr of veracity that it was hard to disbelieve him, though the listener waa certain he waa lying. Once or twice, at the mention of a name, Dobroski turned and asked after the his tory o f ita owner. Frost was eager and yet afraid to be alone with DebndQ. He had been horri bly frightened nil along. When Zeno had seemed to stand on ths edge o f a fatal blonder hi respect to his wife’s na tionality, his blood had suddenly run cold, and he had eyed Dobroski in an agony of apprehension. “ Perhaps you. don’t know,” Mid Frost, addressing his fellow rascal, “ what sort of a mass you’ ve got your features into. You’d better take one o f them caudles into the next room and get a wash there.” Zeao glanced at himself in the dis colored glass above the, mantelpiece, and feigning to be surprised by what he a w there, took np a candle and retired. As he entered the bedchamber he stumbled against a chair, and in putting it out of the way propped the door opea with it. Frost approached Dobroski. • “ I don’t quite make out this news of yours, air,” he Mid, half whispering. “ You say Zeno ia is London. Who has seen him ?” “ He waa seen and recognised at Char ing CroM station by two of tbe breth ren,” returned Dobroski. “ Unhappily he was missed and lost in tbe crowd. They m w him take a cab, but Jn the coufosoin they followed the wrong vehicle.” Frost, standing with his back to thfe light, dared to look into Dobroski’* eyes, which were iiluminaterd by the flame of the solitary candle. He could read there no aiga o f suspicion, but he asked him self what would have happened if Zeno had been tracked to hia residence— what would happen if be really had been track ed there, and if Dobroski were only play- ing with him. The fancy turned him cold. "You have been looking at this por trait?*’ Mid the old mSS, Striding past Hot W h a t H e Asked. frost, and taking up the photograph, In these day# o f Individualism ln which still lay «pen tha table. “ H e will be troublesome to us, moot likely, but thought and action tbe balance o f oe- we are forewarned against him, and fore claion tips more and mors toward -tbs warned ia forearmed in tha proverbs of personal. Even ln tbe matter o f spoil many nations.” ing, tbe ago asserts itself In tbe face “ My candle has gone out,” Mid Mr. o f tradition and bistory. “ Bobby,” in Zeno, presenting himself at tha bedroom door with tha candlestick In one hand Tit-Bits, is not tbe only person who and a tows! in the other. Dobroekl threw constitutes himself tbe final court o f a photograph on tbs table, and Zeno, ns appeal In tbe realm o f orthography. “ So you go to school, do you Bob he relit his candle at the other, glanced at It. “ Ds you know this man, friend by?” asked tbe minister. * frost?” he demanded, laying a finger on “ Yes, air,” answered Bobby. bis own portrait. “ He is not a friend of "L e t me boar bow you spell ‘bread.’ ” yours. I bops?” "W h y not 7” asked friend fro st, husk “ T b e dictionary spella It with au ’a,’ ily. Bobby.” “ He is a scoundrel,” returned Zeno, “ Yea, air ; but you didn’t ask ms bow placidly, looking as if be noticed nothing, but keeping tbe keenest lookout on Dob tbs dictionary spells i t ; you asked ms roski through ths discolored mirror. “ Ho bow 1 spell I t ” ___________ ____ Is a Russian spy, that follow.” Mexico la beginning to grow ries cm "H ew ao you know?“ froo t demanded. Bo crouched over the Ore and rubbed his $ larga «calm 3555533555553^5355 (010 ynuovites A I L I f l e t Alenar th e Poternes. “ A ll quiet along the Potomac,” they say, “ Except new and then a stray picket Is shot, as be walks on U s beat to and I f you ever have the opportunity to witness a balloon race, do ao by all lueana, says W illiam sport (P a .) G r it A boras o r antomoblls race la not In tbs **um «lass, and even the human race la quits tame along aide o f I t The excite ment is not confined to tbs competitors. The spectators share I t and they fool as the balloonist does that It Is a race against time and apace. With death ns n competitor with a possible chance o f winning. The balloon racer Is unques tionably above other racing men. He fo ee over n course la which ordinarily no obstacle* can be placed, and he usu ally baa the track to hlmaelf. latlon. f o r some minutes the balloon* Above fa a picture o f a recent balloon appeared to hold the positions attained tece showing the balloons resdy to at the atari, and then the red and green noticeably gained on the red and whit*. The tw o by this time w ere fa r which bold it captive. One almost fa n ahead o f the others, and It was evi cies the great canvas spheres are ani dent to all that one o f the tw o balloons mate beings and are eager to be off at in the lead would win the race, and the the creek o f the pistol, like a trained betting became w ildly enthusiastic. track boras H ie spectators are stand Farther and farther up Into apace they ing about, sizing up tha racers and the arose. N ow they would appear to be men who w ill race them. T h e balloons going inland; and again as they entered are really the racers o f the aerial track, n higher current o f s ir they ifeu ld ap and the daring balloonists are the Jock- pear to be going seaward a t a frigh t ays who w ill guide them over the course. ful pace, and one would bear a groan When a il wax in readiness, at a g iv o f dismay from the spectators Soon en signal the balloons w ere simultane tiie two became mere specks in tbs'sky, ously released, and ahot up into the atr and It was no longer possible to learn w ith a loud swish. A mighty which was In ths lead. Th ~ s anxious arose from the assembled sp ed spectators learned the result o f tbs race F or a few moments the racers at by telegraph tw o boors later, ths red to be about neck and neck in the race, and w hits having traveled ths greatest and then the racer floating the red distance by fa r In ths ^ w etted time. and Bhlte colors forged n bit’ ahead. A There was not a hitch or accident In shout o f frenzied delight arose from ths race. In spite o f the danger which its partisans. Ev idently the applause Is certainly alw ays present w ith such reached tbe ears o f the man guiding sport, balloon racing la rapidly growing I t fo r the balloon shot ahead another In popularity. Womeo aro always telling a tale o f w o* about tha- tragedy o f not having any money they can call their own and being obliged to ask fo r It from husband » who treat them like beggars. , A fte r review ing the m atter dispassionately, I con tesa to a enea king sympathy with tbe men. Where does the mooey come from fo r the inceeeent de mands o t life Just now I am desperately turn ing over in my mind various schemes by which living expanses may he lightened. Truth compels me to stata that I bava not bit upon any. I know that I bava conveyed to my readers the Man that I am economical and thrifty, f a r from E t I am one o f those pig-headed idealists who are always working themselves to dsath and hav ing nothing to shew fo r i t Plenty o f people with less to live on dram better and make mors show to tbs world. W henever I bear a woman boast o f being a good: manager 1 alw ays take It with a grain o f s a lt Good management comes In mainly when nags on. I t consists In being quite cheerful sod ra and a made-over h a t The best management In By a rifleman Md in the thicket” ; T ie nothing— a private or two now and then W ill not count in the news o f the battle; * Not an officer lost— only one of the men. Moaning out, all alone, his dsath rattle. A ll quiet along the Potomac ton igh t Where tha soldiers Lie peacefully dreaming; Their tanta la tha raya ot Urn dear au- Far away in the cot on tha mountain. Elis musket fails slack— his face, dark and grim. Grows gentle with memories tender, A e he mutters a prayer for tbo children asleep, f o r their mother may heaven defend her I - v ____ to thine Just ae brightly Leaped op to his lips—-whsa low-mur- ' mured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his He dashes off tears that s n welling. And gathers his gun closer ap to Its place. A s if to keep town ths heart-swelling. the fountain, the blasted pin# The footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward be goes through the broed belt of light, Toward ths ehsfito o f the forest sa . dreary. Hark ! was it the" flight wind that rustled the leaves? W ss It moonlight a* suddenly flashing? It looked like a rifle ” * • “ Ha ; Mary, good-by I" And the life-blood is-ebbing and plash- A ll quiet along the Potomac to-night; No sound save tbe rush of the river; While soft telle the dew on the tec« o f the dead— The picket is off duty forever I — Ethel Lynn Beers. T h e H e r r y H ea r« O o«s A lt in * W a r- When you come to a wearisome bit of tha road. Where the stones are thick and the path is steep. And the back is bowed with’ tbe heft of the lead. As the narrowing way Is hard to keep. Don’t stop just then’ for a wasteful sigh. But challenge the worst with steadfast I f nowhere else, there Is help on high—- God’s angels will hasten, your pioneer. When yon reach ths lonesome bit o f ths ' road; Curtailed about with mist aad mark. And you hear faint sound» from tbs (head above, Where shivering, grim hobgoblins lurk. Just laugh to scorn their doleful cries This is the place to whistle and sing; Brush the fog from your fearless eyes, A ad close to ths faith of your fathers ding. Whoa you stand' at the seotewfal bit o f the road. And a hand you leered his leoeed ita clasp; Whsa streams are dry that in swsstnesa flowed. And flower» drop from year lWtlnm grasp; E’ en now tabs heart, ter farther on There are hep* and Joy and the dawn O w sld Bo* Booi M ow . Suspicion, once planted In the human breast. Is quick and flourishing o f growth. Tbs countrymen, proverbial baft fo r tbe wicked. Is more often taken In by the Innocent things than by <— * fldencs men and t o levee. O f such a type was tbs old fan ner's w ife whose story Is told In the Minneapolis Jour nal. Th e ways o f tbe city were a mys tery to ths good lady, and she resolved to be armed for every emergency. Th e farm er and bin w ife ware set ting o ff fo r an event In their live«, a visit to S t P a n t They bad been cau tioned repeatedly by their friends to beware o f sharpers They replied that they would keep tbelr eyre open, and started with a nervous determination to look out for confidence tricks. On tha .w ay tbe old farm er got o ff at a Junction to bay some lunch, and t i e train went on without him. It was a terrible mishap. Tha last ha m w o f hia w ife aha was craning oat Of the car window, shouting something reproachful at him. which V « »o ld not hear on account o f the noise o f the ira i a. I t happened that an exprime came along a tew m lautet later. Th e farm er boarded It and got to i t Paul nearly an hoar earlier than bla wife. H e waa w aiting fo r her at the sta tion when she arrived. H e ran up to her and Mixed her va ltre “ W eil, Sarah,” be said, *Tn» «la d to see ye again. I didn’t know bat w e nrftf •e p fim tp n r o n i Y ff, “ No. f don't. Mr. Sharper I” aha cried. ” 1 loft my husband at tha June- Y sa shall find again what yea thought tlon. Don’t be coming any o f ywr con, was gone. fldencs games on me, or IT I call m T f s the merry heart goes »11 the way. policeman.” — Margaret E. Songster. I mi ted in an Engl 1^ livery toabie To- *>*“ b la . Hobcon v u tbe f l m S n in I t " ” *0 «Uiuf to font not Kapbnn« a.-- . " . ^ .. * ZL lt through fastness, but u tZ v or Jot Z ? eccentric stable keeper obliged all Who ^ \ >,mnber time* ha* g<*Kl reason to remember President Roosevelt. When the Prssi* ** *wted th* c*ual *°ne Brty,or »to« 1 ln lla* w,th others w aiting to shake band, with him. M m Boose- onnenrance o f ssa a ss® « ^ ” 1 would bo happy but fo r one B at Bo o m L a a g k s t. thing,” answered the plumber. A t SB old fashioned revival down ln “ W hat Is that?” Inquired tha Prasl- the O t a r i» a woman was toiling h e r . a*nt- experieoc* “ I ’d glva anything fo r a mattress to “ I used to care a lot fo r tbe vanities ■1®*P o f this world.” aba exclaimed. “ B a t 1 “ You will hare one, my boy,” re- when I was sared ! m w that all my aponded tbs President, w ith a warm finery and Jewelry and trinkets were fi^P ° * •“ “ d- Tbat night dragging my soul down Into perdition, ‘ »»ere w m n An# mattrem aw aiting and I took 'om all off and gave ’am to Baylor at the house where he lived my mater.” — Kansas City Times. w ith other workmen. — New York
