M
for The Term ofJHis Natural Life
By A1ARCUS CLARKE
CH.VPTKU 111. (Contlntied.i
"Pine," say Captain Hlunt, n tho
two were left nlonc together, "you ami I
nre always putting our foot Into lit"
"Women are always In tho way aboard
ship." returned Pluo.
"Aht doctor, you don't mn that, I
know," a.ilil a rich, soft toIto at his
elbow.
It was Sarah Purfoy emerging from
her cabin.
"We were tAlklng of your eyes my
dear," cries Hlunt. "They're the unest
ryes Pre seen In my life, ami they're
got the reddest lips under 'in that"
"I.ct me pass. Captain Hlunt, If you
please. Thank you, doctor."
And before tho admiring commander
could prevent her, alio modestly swept
out of tho cuddy.
"She's a fine piece ef goods, eh?"
asked ltlunt, watching her. "I duu't
know whore Vlckers picked her up, but
I'd rather trust my life with tho werst
of those rudans 'tween deck than In
her keeping. If I'd done her an Injury.
I don't believe she'd think much of atlck
Ing a man, cither. But I must go on
deck, doctor."
Pino followed lilm more slowly. "1
don't pretend to know much about wom
en." he said to himself. "Hut that girl's
got a story of her own. or I'm much mis
taken. What brings her on board this
ship as a lady's maid Is more than 1
can fathom." And a he walked dawn
the now deserted deck to the malu
hatchway, and turned to watch the
white figHrc gliding up and down, he
saw it Joined by another aud a darker
one, ho muttered, "She's after uo good."
At that moment his arm was touched
by a soldier In udrs uulferm, who
had come up the hatchway.
"What it It?"
"If you plase, doctor, one of the pris
oners Is taken sick, and as the dinner's
orer, nnd he's pretty bad, I ventured to
disturb your honor."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
In the meantime the woman who was
the object of the grim eld fellow's sus
plclons, was enjoying tho comparative
coolness of the night air. Her mistress
and her mistress daughter had not yet
come out of their cabin. The awning
had been removed, the stars were shin
ing In the moonless sky, and Miss Sarah
Purfoy was walking up and down with
no less a person than Captain ltlunt
hlmslf. She had (Missed and repass!
htm twice silently, and at the third
turn, the big fellow, peering Into the
twilight ahead somewhat uneasily, obey
cd the glitter of her great eyes and Join
ed her.
"You weren't put out," he asked, "at
what I said to you below. I was a bit
rude. I admit."
"IT Oh, dear, no. You were not
rude."
"Glad you think so!" returned Phln
eas Illuut, a little ashamed at what look
ed like a confession of weakness on
his part.
Sarah Purfoy laughed a low, full-ton-d
laugh, whoso sound made Muni's
pulse take a jump forward, and sent the
blood tingling down to his fingers' ends.
"Captain Want." said she. "you're
going to do a very silly thing."
"Wbatr
"You are going to fall tn lore with a
filr! of nineteen."
"Who Is thatr
"Myself!" she said, giving blm her
hand and smiling at blm with her rleh
red lips.
"I believe you are right," he cried;
"1 am half is tore with ym already."
4Tbat Is your affair," she said; and
os the bead of Mr. Frere appeared above
the companion, Illunt walked aft, feel
Ing consldirahly bewildered, and yet not
dlsploaved.
"She's a fise girl!" he said, cocking
his cap, "and I'm banged If she ain't
sweet upon me."
And then the old fellow began to
whistle softly to himself as he paced the
deck, and to glance toward the man, who
had taken his place, with no friendly
rjres. Hut a sort of shame held blm as
yet, and bo kept aloof. Maurice Frere's
greeting was short eooegh.
"Well, Sarah," he said, "hare you got
cut of your temper?"
"What did you strike the man for?
lie did you mi barm."
"lie was out of his place. What
business bad he to eome aft? One
must keep these wretches down, my
girl."
"Or they will bo too much for you,
cs? Do you think one man esuld capture
n ship, Mr. Maurice? What eould they
do against tho soldiers? There are fifty
soldiers."
"You aro a strange girl; I can't make
you gut. Come," aud he took her hand,
"tell me what you are really."
"Lady's maid In the family of a gen
tleman going abroad.
"fi.irah, can't you be serious?"
"I am serious. That waa the adrer
tlsement I answered."
"Hut I mean what you bare been,
You wero not a lady's maid all your
life. Hare you no friends? What
hare you been?"
She looked up Into the young man's
face a little less harsh at that moment
than It was wont to be aud, creeping
closer to him, whispered:
"Do you lore me, Maurice?"
lie raised one of the little bands that
rested on tho taffrall, and, under cover
of the darkness, kissed It.
"You know I do," ho said, "You
may be a lady's maid, or what you like,
but you aro tho loveliest woman I erer
met."
"Then, If you lore me, what does It
matter?"
"If you loved me, you would tell
me," said be, with a qulckyness which
surprised himself,
"Hut I bare nothing to tell, and I
don't lore you yet."
He let her band fall with an Impa
tient gesturo; and at that moment Blunt,
who could restrain himself no longer,
came up.
"Fine night, Mr, Frere."
"Yos, fine enough."
Just then, from out of the violet haze
that bung orer the horizon, a strange
glow' of light" broke.
"Ilalloor cries Frere. "Did you see
tut? A. flash et llW'
- 1
They strained their eyes to ploreo
through the obscurity.
"Host saw something llko It before
dinner. There must bo thunder In the
air."
At that Instant a thin streak of light
shot up, and then sunk again. There
was no mistaking It this time, snd a
simultaneous exclamation burst from nil
on deck. From out of tho gloom which
hung over the horlson rose a column of
fiame that lighted up the night for an
Instant, and then sunk, leaving a dull
red spark upon the water.
"It's a ship on fire!" cried Frere.
CHAPTKU IV.
They looked again. The tiny spark
still burned, snd Immediately over It
there grew out of the darkness a crim
son spot that hung like a lurid star In
tho air. Mrs. Vlckers. with little Syl
via clinging to her dross, camo up to
share the new sensation.
"Captain, you'll lower a boat. We
may save some of the poor fellows,"
cries Frere, his heartiness of body re
viving at the prospect of excitement.
"Hoat?" said Hlunt: "why, she's
twelve miles off, or more, and there's
uot a breath o' wind! They'vo got their
own boats. In the meanwhile we'll show
'em that there's seme one near 'em."
Ami. as he spoke, n blue light llared
hissing Into the night. "There, they'll
see that, I expect!" ho sakl. as the
ghastly tlame rose, extinguishing the
stars for a moment, only to let them
appear again brighter In a darker heav
en. "Mr. Bet, lower aud man the quar
ter boats! Mr. Frere, you can go In
one, If you like, and take a volunteer or
two from those gray Jackets of yours
amidships. I shall want as many hands
as I can spare to man the long boat
and cutter, In ease we want 'em. Steady
there, lads! Kasy!" And. as the first
eight men who could reach the deck
rwirtod to the larboard and starboard
quarter boats, Frere ran down on the
main deck.
At his nod the prison door was thrown
open. The air was hot, and that strange.
horrible odor peculiar to closely packed
human bodies filled the place. He ran
his eye down the double tier of bunks
which lined the sldo of the ship, and
stopped at the one opposite him. .
There seemed to have been some dis
turbance there lately, for. Instead of the
six pairs of feet which should have pro
truded therefrom, the gleam of the bull's
eye showed but four.
"What's the matter here, sentry?" hj
asked.
"Prisoner HI, sir. Doctor sent him to
hospital"
"Hut there should be two."
The other came from lehlnd the break
of the berths. It waa Ilufus Dawes.
He held by the side as he came, and
saluted.
"I felt sick, sir, and waa trying to
get the scuttle open."
Maurice Frere stamped bis foot In
dignantly.
"Sick! What are you sick about? I'll
give you something to sweat the sickness
out of you. Stand on one side here!"
Hufus Dawes, wondering, ooeyod.
"Which of you fellows can handle an
oar?" Frere went on. "There, I don't
want fifty! Three'H do. Come on now.
make haste!"
The heavy door clashed again, and In
another instant tho four "volunteers"
were on deck.
"Two In each boat!" cries niunt. "I'll
barn a blue light every hour for you.
Mr. Hest. and take care they don t
swamp you. Lower away, lads!"
As the second prisoner took the oar or
Prere's boat, be uttered a groan and
fell forward, recovering himself instant
ly. Sarah Purfoy, leaning over the side,
saw the occurrence.
"What bi the matter with that roan?"
she said. "Is he 111?"
Pine was next to ber, and looked out
Instantly. "It's that big fellow In No.
10." he cried. "Here. Frere!"
Hut Frere beard htm not. He was
Intent on the beacon that gleamed ever
bright In the distance. "Give way, my
lads!" be shouted. And amidst a cheer
from tho ship, the two boats shot out of
the bright cirelo of the blue light, and
disappeared, into tho darkness!
Sarah Purfoy looked at Pine for an
explanation, but be turned abruptly
away. For a moment the girl paused, as
If In doubt; and then, ere bis retreating
figure turned to retrace its steps, she
cast a quick glance around, and, slip
ping down the ladder, made ber way to
the 'tween-deek.
The iron-studded oak barricade that,
loop-holed for musketry, and perforated
with plated trap-door for sterner needs,
separated soldiers from prisoners, was
close to ber left band, and the sentry
at its padlocked door looked at her In
quiringly. She laid her little band on
his big rough one, and opened ber brown
eyes at him.
"The hospital," she said. "The doctor
sent me;" and before be could answer
ber white figure vanished down the
batch, and passed round the bulkhead,
behind which lay the sick man.
Though not so hot as In the prison,
the atmosphere of the lower deck was
close and unhealthy, and the girl, paus
ing to listen to the subdued hum of con
versation coming from the soldiers'
berths, turned strangely sick and giddy.
She drew herself up, however, and held
out her band to n man who came rapidly
across the misshapen shadows, thrown
by the sulky swinging lantern to meet
ber. It waa a young soldier who bad
been that day sentry at the conrlct gang
way. "Well, miss," be said, "I am here, yer
see, waiting for yer."
The tone of the sentence seemed to
awaken and remind her of ber errand In
that place. She laughed as loudly and
merrily as she dared, and laid ber band
on the speaker's arm. The boy reddened
to the roots of bis closely cropped balr.
"There, that' quite close enough.
You'ro only a common soldier, Miles, and
you mustn't make lore to me."
"I kuow you're above me, Miss Sarah.
You're a lady, but I lore yer, I do, and
you drives me wild with your tricks."
'Ilusb, Miles! they'll. hear you. Who
Is In the hospital?"
"I dunuo,''
"Well, t want to go In."
"Don't tink me, Inlcs. It's ngntnst or
ders, ninl "
She turned nwny. "Oh, very well, If
this Is nil the thanks 1 get fur wasting
my time down hero, 1 shnll go ot dock
ngnlu. Mr. Frere will let mo go In, I
dnro say, If 1 nk Mm."
"Go In If yer llko; I won't stop yer,
but remember what I'm doln of,"
Site, tuniod ngnln at tho foot of the
ladder, uud came quickly luck. "That's
.a gooj lad. 1 know you would not re
fuso mo;" nud smiling nt the poor lout
she whs befooling, sho puied Into the
cabin.
There was no lantern, and from the
partially Mocked stern windows camo
only a dim vaporous light. Tho dull rip
ple of tho water ns the ship rocked on
tho slow swell of tho sea, mndo a mel
ancholy sound, nnd tho sick man's heavy
breathing seemed to fill tho nlr. Tho
slight itolto mndo by the opening door
rounsed him; he rose on his elbow and
began to mutter. Sarah Purfoy pnut.nl
In the doorway to listen, but she could
make nothing of the low, uneasy mur
muring, liaising her arm, conspicuous
by Its white sleeve lu the gloom, she
beckoned Miles.
"The lantern." sho whispered "bring
tue the lantern.
Ho unhooked It from the ropo where
It swung, and brought It toward her.
At that moment the man In the bunk snt
up erect, and twisted himself toward
the light. "Sarah!" he cried. In shrill,
sharp tones. "Sarah!" and swooped
with a lean arm through the dusk, ns
though to seise her.
Tho girl leaped out of tho cnhlll llko
a panther, ami was back at the bunk
head lu n moment. Tho convict was
a young man of about four and twenty.
His bauds wore small and well shnped,
and the unshaven chin bristled with
promise of a strong board. His wild
black eyes glared with all the tire of
delirium, and as he gasped for breath
the sweat stood In beads on his sallow
forehead. The aspect of the man was sutllclently
ghastly, and Miles, drawing back, did
not wonder at tho terror which had sell
id Mrs. Vlckers maid.. With opeu
mouth ami agonised face." she stood lu
the center of the cabin, like one turned
to stone, gating at the man on tho bed.
"Kcod, ho be a sight!" says Mile, at
length. "Camo away, mls, and shut
the door. He's raving. 1 tell yer."
"He's choklHg. Can't you see? Water!
give mo wa.er!"
And, wreathing her arms around the
mAn's head, she pulled It down on her
bosom, rocking It there, half savagely, to
ami fro.
Awed Into obedience by her voice.
Mites dlpd a paHRlkln Into n email
uaheadod puncheon cleated In the cor
ner of the cabin, ami gave It her; and,
without thanking him, she placed It to
the sick prisoner's lips. He drank greed
ily, and closed his eyes with a grateful
sigh. Just then the quick ears of Mile
heard the jingle of arms.
"Here's the doctor coming, miss!" he
cried. "I hesr the sentry ealutlug. Come
away! Quick!"
She seized the lantern, and, opening
the horn slide, extinguished It.
"Say it went out," she said, In a
fierce whisper, "ami hold your tongue.
Leave me tn manage."
Sho bent over tho convict as If to ar
range his pillow, and then glided out of
the cabin Just as Pine descended tho
hatchway. As he groped his way with
outstretched arms In the darkucss, Sarah
Purfoy slipped past him.
(To be continued.)
LIVES WELL ON $10 A YEAR.
Wlaronsln Mn Una Dune It for -10
Yrnr Srrius Control.
Near Mirror take. In Wisconsin, U a
log cabin In which n man Iihh lived for
forty your on $10 n year. George
Swlnnor Is his name and ho scorn per
fectly contented, write a eorrosjMjml
unt of the SL Louis Itepublle.
The old limn Is n Civil War veteran.
When ho was discharged nt the uud
of the war ho had money enough to
purchase an acre of ground on the
shore of picturesque Mirror Lake. In
this ncre of ground !'e planted vegeta
bles nnd fruit trees. Close to tho houso
there growa n thick cluster of black
berry bushes nnd In the pinion behind
It thoro nro long row of strawlwrrlee.
Over the fence that seiwrate the yard
from the road nre wild rose. Hero the
veteran makes his home.
How doe he live?
Knch day ho takes hU fishing rod
nnd goes down to Mirror Luke. Thnt
Is his pork barrel. Tho llsh that hu
drawn out of those water supply his
dinner, likewise his bronkfnsL
Tho vegetables nnd monl mndo from
corn grown lu IiIh garden complete his
diet. For his lako tlshlng Skinner has
built himself n bont which la ns unique)
ns himself, In order that ho mny fish
nnd propel his hoat nt tho samo tlmo
ho hna Invented on extraordinary con
trivance. At tho Htorn of his I writ he has n
paddlo llko that of n river steamer.
This la turned by menus of a chain
running on cogs and nttnehed to u
crank that the old man turns with one
hand ns ho troll with tho other. From
this iitrnnKo crnft, nicknamed "tho
flying machine" by tho people of Del
ton, Skinner doe hi nngltng.
Skinner live during tho winter ns
well a ho doc In nummer. From tho
overabundance of ono season ho nve
enough to meet tho ueccHsltlc of tho
other. Ho cntclie on an average 100
llsh a day, mostly small one. Ten of
these ruIIIco for his two Hlmnlo meal
Tho other ninety nro carefully
cleaned and stored nwny In greut bar
tcIb of brlno kept lu tho cellar of hi
cabin. When ho ha enough barrel
of fish stored awny to last him through
tho winter ho stop fishing, n ho
thinks It I a sin to kill any crcaturo,
oven a llsh, oxcept for food.
From hi garden ho cans his vegeta
bles and berries. Everything thnt ho
needs Is supplied from nature's "pork
barrel."
The $10 which ho spends annually
goes for tobacco, flsu-hooks and cloth
ing. Six tbouMuud people sleep lu tho open
air In London every night.
WK'LL KEEP THE LITTLE FARM.
Well. Jane, 1 guess we'll keep the plare.
We've lived here, )ou nnd I,
t'pou this little farm so long,
I.ot's stay hero till wo die.
You know I thought I'd sell It one,
To Jones, or Deacon Brown,
And take the money wo have saved
And buy n houso In town.
Hut when tho buds begin to swell,
And grass begins to grow,
Somehow It doesn't seem to ins
I ought to let It go.
I love tho crimson clover,
And tho fields of walng corn
The quiet, balmy evening,
And the fragrant, dewy niomi
Tho pink and snowy blossom
Hanging on the apple trees (
The chirping of thn crickets,
And the humming of tho bee.
I love the summer's hon-)r brsath,
The blushing buds of May)
Tho teeming autumn, rich with fruit.
The scent of newMiiown hay
Tho noisy babble of the brook,
And laughter of the rill ;
The lowing herds upon the hsath.
And fiocks upon the hill.
And when I think of leaving ML
It fills me with alarm ;
So. after all, I guess It's best
To keep the little farm.
J. Kdgar. French.
,vH-rH-m
LONESOME BOY.
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ITS nwful lonosomo to our house
hIiico Mil went nwny, nud my Pa,
he don't wnut to say n word when
I nsk him when sln' coming back. Ho
Just sighs n great big sigh nnd tells
me, 'Sonny, don't. Your Ma would
come right back hero If aim could, but
sho enn't, nnd thoro Isn't any one loft
'copt you nnd mo, nnd wo must stick
together.' And thou ho sigh ngnln nud
wo both fool so nwful sorry lusldo of
us.
"Anil mornings when my Pa trie to
drvsi me wo havo such turblo limes
with buttons aud the thing 'at holds
my clotho-i on, and my Pn say but
tons Is tho meanest Hut my Mn kuow
Just when? every button went nnd
when sho dnscd mo she'd kiss mo lu
the hollow of my ucvk nud snugglu mo
up closo nnd wnrm nnd say: 'Heart's
delight, I lovo you. 'cause you'ro my
"IT'S AWrl'L IXl.MJiOME AT Ol'n IIOt'SB.''
baby.' And thou we'd laugh and romp
n little nnd lime tlm totit time, ami
then my Ma would get something good
for breakfast and toll mo tho nlcmt
stories about other little txy what
did the utivtcst thing. Now tlm IhiI
ten bother my Pa so he can't think
iiny stories, nud hu ha to hurry to
tlw store so's to mnko money to buy
bread and bacon for Sonny, so he
says.
"I'm Sonny, nnd thoro' Just Pn nnd
mo nt our Ihiuho now. My Mn was tho
iilrvtost lady nud our house wns tho
nlcetext place to live you ever saw.
Now she's gone nwny. They took her
lu n groat, big lxx nud my Pn says
who never can como bnck ngaln. Thoro's
n wouinn to our houso who come to
cook aud sweep, but I don't llko her
very much. Sho don t enro for little
iMiys, nnd when I nsk her things, she
says to hi-, sho docs: 'Now you keep
still nnd run nwny, I've got my work
to do and haven't time to talk to
you.'
"My Mn nlways had tlmo to tnlk to
mo nnd sho said such funny thing wo
used to get to laughing, nnd Just Inugh
nnd laugh until wo nlmost broke our
selves. And my Pa would como homo
nud find u nnd he'd say, llko ho was
mnd, 'What'" nil this foollslmeH ngolir
on'' And then ho would cntch my Mn
nround the waist and suugglo her like
sho snuggled me, nud I'd hang onto
Pa's hand and we'd nil get to laughing
together. Wo hud nwful good time to
our house then. Aud lifter we'd Iind
supier, my Pa would sny, 'Let's sit
down nud tnlk nwhllo beforo wo wash
tho dlshcH,' nnd my Mn and my Pn
nud mo would sit down In tho open
door If It wa summer time, and talk
together and tnlk nud tnlk.
"Those was tho bestest times when
my P" and my Ma used to talk nud
tnlk till I fell nslwp and my Mn would
sny, 'Goodncs mo, Sonny should have
been lu bed an hour agol' nud 'at was
whero she'd put me right off tuuack!
"Now It's turblo louesomo, and my
Pn ho Just stnreH uwny off whon I nsk
hlin where my Ma can bo, uud ho acts
llko ho didn't hear, nud both his eyes
Is full of tears when wo'ro alono, nno
ho acta llko something hurt him nwful.
And whon I ask him why sho don't
como bnck, nnd cry nnd sny I want my
Ma, ho starts to cry too, till I put my
urms around his neck and say, 'Please
don't cry bo hard, Is you got a pain?'
And then ho hug mo bnck and don't
make a sound, nnd I snyi 'Poor Pn,
In you feeling, so nwful bad?
"Onct ho told mo that my Ma had
gono so far away sho novor could tome
bnck, but perhaps If wo wore good we
might go some day to her. And I said :
ItlPN
MYSTEUY 01'
i i i i
"ti J'JLjTmC il K " iPrl S Pi
More of an unfalhoinnblo inyalory l
day than when tlw child dlsapiHwrod,
throe nnd ono-lwlf year ngo, I tt
case of the missing llttl Wilbur Clark,
of Hoverly, Mas. Sluw that fateful
June 17, liv.', when tho Iwy vanished
nlmost from lieiieflth hi pnrent' eyo.
no liinglblo clow has liceti found. 'Ill"
efforts of skilled detcvtUe of the St.tf?
iHillee department, n well n the nld
of local oithvrs of nil tho surrouudltK
towns, nud n child hunt umdu by h.ilf
tho population of that Hirt of I5".x
County, tho use of blood -hounds and
the offering of largo rowanU at tlw
time all proved unavailing.
A time has hsmsI the case has only
become more Inexplicable, wvoro like trw
famous kldnaiplMg of Cbrlle lies n
generation ago.
A startling suspicion ha gained
ground of Into that tho ronsen of this
profound mystery and the reason why
no rowsnls have brought any now of
tho boy Is that tho kidnaper was a
wealthy summer resident wIm stole the
boy to adopt him. nnd that nil the re
sources of wealth, Intluoneo ami a greht
family name hntn Uvn mod to sup
pro any Information iiNmt the case.
The klduappliu of Wilbur Clarke at
tho time liniiio a newspajior sensa
tion even greater than the Charlie lli
case, page upon imp of dotnlls nlmt
It wero telegraphed all over tho coun
try and the retort continued for
weeks. Yet all that was eer known
'Pn,' lot's go right off; my Ma wnnt
in loth and we're so lonesome. Hut ho
don't scs'in to hear mo and all he say
Is, 'Oh, Sonny, don't, please don't.'
"I can't feel happy when we're alone.
Just Pn ami mo. There Isn't any fun
nnd we never get to laughing any inure.
Ami night sometime when I wake
up, I'm most sure there's Wg black
boar In the nnuii looking for n little
boy to oat. nnd I get sear1 and lioller,
and sometime my Pa Isn't there, only
tlw woman 'at conn to cook ami sweep
ami she acts cro 'cause I arrani
ami she won't leave any HKht "'
fi, lMttm nwav like my Ma usisi io
do. And she don't know funny slorle
to tell to little Imys ami alio lieer sing
nrotty song like my Mn used to slug
nil nround the house till I almost
thought 'twas birds.
"Sometime I most forget my Ma
ha gone snd I think she's coming Imek
rnuu tMniiowher shes lceii at for Just
a little while, and pretty miii she'll
come nnd (tut atipier on the tamo nun
then we'll stand at the door n-wntch-Ing
for Pn to como, nnd pretty soon
we'll hear his whistle, nnd my Ma's
cheeks will get nil pink nnd warm and
shell hug me In her nrms nud say,
'Sonny, thoro come your Pa.'
"And theso time when I most for
get, I sny to my Pa: 'Maybe my Mn
will come homo soon nnd put the sup
per on.' Pa' oj'tsi look nil blurry nnd
he snys ho Isn't hungry nnd 'nt my
Mn enn't come. And then I sny, 1
Isn't hungry either, and my Pn says
so low I can hardly bear Mm, 'If nw
ful hard,' nnd I don't ijulto know what
he means, but I think It's cause my Mn
has gone nwny so turblo fur sho can't
get bnck again. I know sho didn't go
npuriKiso. Sho liked mo nnd Pn too
well to go nwny nnd stny Mess she
couldn't help It.
"Night when sho don't como to put
tho supper on, nnd wo sny wo Isn't
hungry, my Pn rock mo lu hi lap
nii.l ,iili., mi linml tvllh Ills liimri ii'iiwihI
in,., i." .. ,.-..... -
f ns soft as Ma, nud ho asks mo If I don't
wnut to take n imp. And everything's
so still with no ono In the house 'cept
Ing Pn nud me, 'at In n little while
fall asleep and ho Just sit nud rocks
and rocks, but he don't never go to
sleep ut nil. And when I wnko up
hi eye Is looking way off Homowhere
I r ii n't see tho place, nud I say, Ms
you trying to seo wnere my jua i nu
"Aud wo sit nud rock and rock till
I go to sleep ngnln, nnd my Pn don't
want to let mo go to lied, so wo sit
and rock nnd rock, and my Pn hugs
mo tight and he don't go to sleep at
nil. Ho says, 'Sonny, there Isn't any
nno loft 'cept you nnd me and wo must
slick togcthor.'
"It's nwful lonosomo nt our house
now 'cntiHo my Mn has goun awny, I
wlsht so hard I could hear my Mn
say, 'Henri's delight, I love you, 'can so
your my baby,' " Toledo Hlade,
MISSING HOY,
nhoul It could I' eondonsod Into two
imrsgnpU.
At ill o'clock mi Juno 17, ItA Mr.
Clsrhe closed hi oMe. as It was n
Iwlf holiday, got h carriage ami t"ok
hls family, mlllu or Mr. Clarke
snd his four Uo, Walter, Wilbur.
Itussell ii nd Harry, the latler n Iwiby
lu srm, for n drive Into the lx
County wood. Ily elianee they mum
to Chohaeeo tHid nt-out noon nnd wero
Invited to eat their lunch nt tlm camp
of Mr. Ilynn, an ex-alderman of Snletfi.
w ho had gone there for a day's outing.
Mrs Clarke took the baby and the two
olher Imys to the eaWw. while Wilbur,
four year old, remained with his fath
er while Mr. Clarke unbarHH the
leirse nod hitched It a tre. When
the heme was nttMtded to Mr. Clarkn
look around for the boy, but he was
gone.
A cry was raised ami a hunt of tha
woods begun. In bh leHir or o arch
or bnHight lark from a wihm! road
half a mil away a blue ctuimhrsy tie
which 'the mother Identified as lehMii
lug Io the loy. Near the spot when?
this was picked up th footprint of a
man ami hoy were found. An old pair
of Wilbur's shoo wore found to lit
exactly thn small footprints In the mud.
Heyoud theso two bits of evidence,
nothing definite ha ever ln-en discov
ered cu-vpt the very significant fact
that a fashionably dressist man with
Paiintoti hat nud pink strlcd outing
shirt wis scon by one of Mr. Itynn'J
boy half an hour previously near tlm
IKitti where Wilbur Clarke disnpicnroL
FOnM ArtMY OF EDUCATION.
131 0 lr Hint lino.OIIO WoMteM
ltlilil"r ns r-.rl.r.
The army of education teachers In
the Pulled State Is made up of -.',
(MM) teachers, of wIhiiii HfO.OoO am men
aud Wtu,v women. The otorwhclmliic
majority of the teacher nre native of
the 1'nltwl State, Ihmi than MV hav
ing Ix1! torii abroad -one lu fifteen.
MiHit of tie men tnachers are between
tie )ear of 3ft ami 3ft. Tlm majority
ef the wuweti teacher are ltwcvii IS
ami 3ft.
Tle-re are WM) won teacher over
On, There nro le then lVs) women
teacher oter lift. Three tlmo a many
women n men teacher nre (Hit down
n "ego unknown."
There are 3I.(HS) colored teacher In
the I'llltcd States, lint divided ho
tweiHi the two sexes: 7.71 hi men nnd
lsi women. There nro os) Indian
tHHcher lu the Indian schools of tho
t'nltcd State 310 men uud 20 wom
en. Tlm nxernge nge of teacher In Iho
United HtnliM I higher than In Hug
IhiuI nud lower than In Germany. Tho
proiortlou of very youthful teacher
I much greater lu the country than In
the city district.
The In r gi-s t roirtlnii of men teach
ers I to ho found lu Wont Virginia,
where they iii!iiilr M wr cent of tlm
total. The largest proimrtlon of wom
en 1 to bo found In Vermont, when?
thoy form IK) ior cent of the whole
number. Tho standard of education la
much higher In Vermont than It Is In
Woit Virginia.
Tho number of teachers In the United
State ha Increased greatly In recent
years, lu 1871 there were 12o,000; In
I8S0, SiSkOMi; In IMK), ,'HO.OOO, and It
Is at present -IMMtOO.
Ills Viewpoint.
I.lttlo Willie Papa, what Is a biga
mist? Mr. Hcnnyjieck A bigamist, my
son, Is n shs s-s-st Is that your mam
ma coming up tho street? No, 1 seo It
Isn't. Well, n bigamist Is a benefac
tor who prevents nt least one of hU
fellow men from mnrrylng." Puck.
for CJross I'uriiosc.
"Why do they cull It tho brldgo of
tho nose?"
"llociuisc, you know, objects havo to
pas from eyo to eyo." Haltlmoro
American.
Ambition,
Now, this Is my nmbltlnii t
I'll sny It, frnuk nnd blunt
A nice long row of llgure
With n dollar mnik lu front.
Washington Star.
No Wiir In rienso lilm,
A ninn hates to noo his ulster got
married because ho knows what men
nre, nnd ho despises her If ho docsn'L
Now York Press.
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