THE GIRL WITH
A MILLION
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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.
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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
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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
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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-
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b la . Hobcon v u tbe f l m S n in I t " ” *0
«Uiuf to font not Kapbnn« a.-- . "
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ZL lt
through fastness, but u tZ v or Jot Z ?
eccentric stable keeper obliged all Who
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>,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