HM il'i i. f !i hi. I 1..1 for The Term ofjlis Natural Life By MARCUS CLARKE CHAFTfiH XXII, (Continue.!.) Housed by the morning sun streaming In upon li tin. Mr. North opened hi blood shot ejes, rubbed his forehead with hand that trembled, ami suddenly awak ening, rolled off the hed nnd roe to hi feet. He saw the empty braudy bottle on his wooden drossiug table, ami re membered whnt had passed. With shak ing hand he dashed water over hi ach ing head, nnd smoothed ht garments. The debauch of the previous night had left the usual effocta behind It. llli hntln seemed on fire, his hand were hot nd dry, hU toncue clove to the roof of his mouth. He shuddered aa ho view ed his pale face and red eyes In the little looking glass. Stealing Into the Bitting room, he saw that the clock pointed to half-past six. The flogging was to have taken place at half-past fire. Unless accident had favored him he was already too late. Fevered with remorse and anxiety, he hurried pat tho room where Meekln yet slumbered, end made his way to the prison. As he entered the yard Klrkland had Just got his fiftieth lash. "Stop!" cried North. "Captain Bur gess. I call upon you to stop." "You're rather late. Mr. North," re torted Burges. 'The. punishment Is nearly over." North stood by. biting his ualls and grinding his teeth during six more lashes. Klrkland had ceased to yell now, and ,.,.1, r,,r.n.,1 HU back wss like a bloody sponge, while In the Interval be tween the lashes the swollen flesh twitched like that of a new-kllled bul lock. Suddenly Macklewaln saw his head droop on his shoulder. 'Throw him off! Throw him off!" he cried, and Troke hurried to loosen the thongs. "Fling some water over him!" said Burgess. "He's shamming." A bucket of water made Klrkland 'open his eyes. "I thought so," said Burgess. 'Tie him up again." "No; not If you are Christians! cried North. , . . . He met with an ally where he least expected one. Hufus Dawes flung down the dripping cat. "I'll flog no more, aid he. ... "What?" roared Burgess, furious at this gros Insolence. "I'll flog no more. Get some one else to do your bloody work for you. I won't." . , "Tie him up!" cried Burgess, roaming. Tie him up! Here, constable, fetch a man here with a fresh cat. I'll gWe you that beggar's fifty, and fifty more on the top of 'em; and he shall look on while his back cools." Itufus Dawes, with a glance at North, pulled off bis shirt without a word. and stretched utmseti i mo i. .... Ills back was not white and smooth, like Klrkland's had been, but hard and seamed. He had been flogged before. Troke appeared with Gabbett, grinning. Gabbett liked flogging, it was his boast that he could flog a man to death on a place no bigger than the palm of his hand. He could use his left hand equal ly with bis right, and if he got hold of a "favorite," would "cross the cuts." Kufus Dawes planted hla feet firmly on the ground, took fierce grasp of the staves, and drew In bis breath. Mackle waln spread the garments of the two men upon the ground, and, placing Klrk land upon them, turned to watch this new phase In the morning's amusement. lie grumbled a little below his breath, for he wanted his breakfast, and when the commandant onre began to flog, there wan no telling where be would atop. Hufus Dawes took fire-and-twen-ty lashes without a murmur, and then Gabbett "crossed the cuts." This went on up to fifty lashes, and North felt himself stricken with admiration at the courage of the man. "If It had sot been for that cursed brandy," thought he, with -bitterness of self-reproach. "I wight have saved all this." At the hun dredth lash, the giant pained, expecting the order to throw off, but Burgess was determined to "break tho man's spirit." "I'll make you speak, you dog, If I cut your heart out!" he cried. "Go on, prisoner." For twenty lashes more Dawes was juute, and then the agony forced from his laboring breast a hideous cry. But It wat not a cry for mercy, as that of Klrkland's had been. Having found his tongue, the wretched niau gave vent to his boiling passion In a torrent. He shrieked Imprecation upon Burgess, Troke and North. He cursed all sol diers for tyrants, all parsons for hypo crites. Ho called on the earth to gape and swallow his persecutors, for heaven to open and rain fire upon them, for hell to yawn and engulf them Quick. It was as though each blow of the cat forced out of him A fresh burst of beast-like rage. He teemed to Have abandoned his humanity. Ha foamed, he rared, ho tugged at his bonds until the strong staves shook again; he writhed himself round upon the triangles and spit Inipo tently at Burgess, who Jeered at bis tor ments. North, with his hands to hla ears, crouched against the corner of the wall, palslod with horror. He would fain hare fled, but a horrible fascination held him back. In the midst of this when the cat was hissing the loudest, Burgess laugh ing his hardest, and the -wretch on the triangles filling tho air with bit cries, North saw Klrkland look at him with what he thought a tmlle. Wat It a smile? Do leaped forward, and uttered cry of dismay to ioua mat an turnsa. "HulloJ" ttya Trokt, running to the Leap of cloth, ''the younf 'ua'a slipped Itlg waiy. Klrkland was dead. "Throw hi in off!" says Burgess, aghait at the unfortunate accident; and Gabbett reluctantly untied the thongs that hound Hufus Dawes. Two eon stnbles wore alongside him In an Instant, for sometimes newly tortured tneu grow desperate. This one, however, was si lent with the last lash, only, In taking his shirt from under the body of the boy. he muttered "Dead!" and In his tone there seemed to be a touch of envy. Then flinging his shirt over his bleeding shoulders, ho walked out, de fiant to the last. "Game, ain't he!" said one constable to the other, as they pushed him, uot ungently, Into an empty cell, there to watt for tho hospital guard. The body of Klrkland was taken away In silence, and Burgess turned rather pale when he saw North's threatening face. "It V.mf ,u,, -Mr' Nort,,1' " "I didnt know that the lad was chicken hearted." But North turned away In disgust, and .Macklewaln and Burgess pursued their homeward route together. Mr. North. In agony of mind at what he considered the consequences of his neglect, slowly, and with head bowed down, as one bent on a painful errand, " w w me prisoner who had sur vived. He found htm kneeling on the ground, prostrated. "Hufus Dawes!" At the tone Hufus Dawes looked up. and seeing who It was. waved him off. wont speak to me," he said, with an Impreceatlon that made North's flesh creep. "I've tokl you what I think of you a hypocrite, who stands by while a man Is cut to pieces, and then comes and whines religion to him." North stood In the center of the cell, with his arms hanging down, and his head bent. "You are right." he aald. In a low tone. "I must seem to yon a hypocrite. I a servant of Christ? A besotted beast rather! I am not come to whine religion to you. I am come to ask your pardon. I might have saved you from punishment saved that poor boy from death, r wanted to save him, God knows! Hut I have a rice; I am a "drunkard, I yielded to temptation, and I was too late. I come to you, as one sinful man to another, to ask you to for give me." And North suddenly flung himself down before the convict, and catching his biood-bespotted hands In his own, cried, "Forgive me, brother." Hufus Dawes, too much astonished to speak, bent his black eyes on the man, who crouched at his feet, and a ray of divine pity penetrated his gloomy soul. Ho seemed to catch a glimpse of misery more profound than his own, and his stubborn heart felt human sympathy with this erring brother. 'Then In this hell there Is yet a man," said he; and a hand-grasp passed between these two unhappy beings. North arose, and with averted face, passed quickly from the cell. Hufus Dawes looked at the hand which his strange Tltitor had tak en, and something glittered there. It was a tear. He broke down at the sight of It, aud when the guard came to fetch the tameless convict, they found hint on his knees In a corner, sobbing like a chili!. The morning after this, the Her. Mr. North departed In the schooner for Hobart Town. Between the offlclous chaplain and the commandant the events of the previous day had fixed a great gulf. Burges knew that North meant to report the death of Klrkland, ami guess ed that he would not be backward In relating tho story to tuch persons In Hobart Town as would most readily re peat It. Burgess, however, touched with sel fish regrets, determined to balk the parson at the outset. He would send down an ofllelal "return" of the unfor tunate occurence by the same vessel that carried bis enemy, aud thus get the ear of the office. Meekln, walking on the evening of the flogging past the wooden shod where the body lay, saw Troke bearing buckets filled with dark colored water, ami heard a great splash ing and sluicing going on Inside the hut. "What Is the matter?" he asked. "Doetor's bin post-mortleing the pris oner what was flogged this morning, sir." said Troke, "and we're cleanln' up." North, on his arrival, went straight to the house of Major Vlckers. "I have a complaint to make, sir," he said. "I wish to lodge It formally with you, A prisoner has been Hogged to death at I'ort Arthur. I saw It done." Vlckers bent his brow, "A serious accusation, Mr. North. I must, of course, receive It with respect, coming from you, but I trust that you have fully considered the circumstances of the case. I always understood Captain Bur gess waa a most humane man." North shook hit head. He would not accuse Burgess. Ho would let events speak for themselves. "I only ask for on Inquiry," tald he. "Yet, my dear tlr, I know. Very proper, Indeed, on your part, If you think any Injustice hat been done; but hare you considered the expense, the delay, the Immense trouble aud dissat isfaction all this will give?" "No trouble, no expense, no dissatis faction, should ttand In the way of hu manity and Justice," cried North. "Of course not. But will Justice ha done? Aro you sure you can prove your case? Mind, I admit nothing against Captain Uurgeis, whom I hare alwayt conaldsredf a moat worthy and zealous officer; but, supposing your charge to be true, can you prove It" It tho witnesses apeak the "Who aro they?" "Myself. Dr. Macklewnln. tho cowta mo nun io iriuucr, oiiu oi wtioiu was. "Yes, truth." flogged himself. Ho will speak the1.. . . . ......' truth, I believe. The other mnn I hnvo not much faith In." "Very well: then there Is only a pris oner and Dr. Mncklcwnlu; for If there has been foul play the eonvlct-eonstablo will not accuse tho authorities. More over, tho doctor does not agree with )ou." "No!" cried North, amaied. "No. You sets then, my dear sir, how necessary It Is not to bo hasty In mat ters of this kind. 1 really think thot your goodness of heart has misled you. Captain Burgess sends a report of the case. Ho says the man was sentenced to a hundred lashes for gross Insolence and disobedience of order; that the doc tor was present during the punishment; and that the man was thrown off by his directions after he had received fifty six lashes. That, after a short Inter val, ho was found to be dead, aud that the doctor made a Mt-mortm examf nation of the Iwdy and found disease of the heart." North started. "A post-mortem? I never knew there had been one held." "Hero Is the medical certificate." said Vlckers, holding It out, "accompanied by the copies of the evidence of the constable and a letter from the com mandant." Foot North took the papers and read them slowly. They went apparently straightforward enough. Aneurism of the ascending aorta was given as the cause of death; and the doctor frankly admitted that had ho known the de ceased to bo suffering from that com plaint he would not have permitted him to receive more than twenty-five lashes. North, going out with saddened spir its, met In the passage a beautiful young girl. It was Sylvia, coming to vllt her father. He lifted his hat and looked after her. He guessed thai she was the daughter of tho man he had left the wife of the Captain Frere concerning whom he had heard so much. North was a man whose morbidly excited brain was prono to strange fancies; nnd It seemed to him that heneoth the clear blue eyes that Unshed upon him for a moment lay a hint of future sadness. In which, In some strange way, he himself was to bear part. He stared after her figure until It disappeared; and long after tho dainty 'presence of the young bride trimly booted, tlght-walsted and neatly gloved had faded, with all Its sunshine and gayety ami health, from out of his mental vision, ho still saw those blue eyes and that cloud of golden hair. CIIAFTKIt XXIII. Maurice Frero fnrjnd his favorable expectations of Sydney fully realized. His notable escapo from death at Mac quarle Heritor, his alliance with the daughter of so respected a colonist as Major Vlckers, and his reputation as n convict disciplinarian, rendered him a man of note. He received a vacant magistracy, and Itecame even more not ed for hardness of heart and artfulness of prison knowledge than before. The convict population Hke of him at "that rrere," and registered vows of ven geance against him, which ha laughed In his bluffness to scorn. Ono of the first things this useful officer did upon his arrival In Sydney was to Inquire for Sarah l'nrfoy. To his astonishment, he discovered that she was the proprietor of largo export ware houses in I'ltt street, owned a npat cot tage on one of the points of land which Jutted Into the hay, and wat reputed to possess a banking account of no In considerable magnitude. He In rain applied his brain to solve this mystery. She had not been rich when she left Van Dlemen's land at Iraat, so she had assured him, and appearances lxin out tier assurance, now nan sne accumuiai- ed this sudden wealth? Above all, why bad she thus Invested 117 He made In - quiries at the banks, but wat snubbed for his twins. Sydney banks In those days did some queer business. He had not been long established In his magistracy when Blunt came to claim payment for tho voyage of Sarah l'urfoy. "Well," tald Blunt, "I've got a Job on hand." "Gktd of It, I am sure. What tort of a Job?" "A Job of whaling," said Blunt, more uneasy than before. "Oh, that's It, Is It? Your old Hue of business. And who employs you now?" "Mrs. Purfoy." "What!" cried Frere, scarcely able to believe hit oars. "She'll got a collide of ships now, cap tain, and site made me skipper of one of 'em. Wo take a "turn at harpooning fcometlmet." Frere stared at Blunt, who stared at the window. There was to the Instinct of the magistrate told him some strange project afoot. Yet that common sense which to often misleads us urged that It was quite natural Sarah should employ whaling vessels to Increase Iter trade. "Oh," said he, "and when do you start?" "I'm expecting to get a word ertry day," returned -Bluut, "and I thought I'd Just come and see you first, lu case of anything falling In." Maurice Frere, oppressed with suspi cions, ordered his horse that afternoon, and rode down to see tho cottage which the owner of "Furfoy Stores" had pur chased. He found It a low white build ing, situated four miles from the city, at the extreme end of a tongue of laud which ran luto the deep waters of the harbor. A garden, carefully cultivated, stood between the roadway and the house. (To eontlnnsd.) Manners carry the world for tho mo ment, character for til tlmenA. D. Alcott THE OLD FLAQ. iff w1"' ),,ur bat " ,"'' "" "ties X'T ' - 'y,, mVenouWr'T'tcar labour eye 'Wat you will not wipe away. inure mail ettoiiijo rur a I unit mm " To voiir verv rturer litis- Aye, tlitt lump Just then In your throat that rose. Hpoke more than your parted lips I t.lft up the loy on your shoulder high And show him I tin faded shred Those stripes would b rd as tin sunset kr If death could liar ityrd them reiU The man tlist loir It with iMth ha lain This twenty years and mure i He died that th woik should not b valu Of ths men who Ntr It liefor. The man that tr It Is bent and old. And tagged his lieard and gray. Hut look at his ej fir young and hold At ths tuns that he hears them play. Vhs old tuu thuuders through sll th sir And strikes right Into the heart - It srsr It calls for you, Nijr, lw lherl II tints and ready to start I Off with your hat th rlss goes lyl I'neover th youngster's head! Teach him to hold It holy and high Kor the ask of Its sacred desd. --Henry Cuylsr llunner. MICKEY EMAEirS FOURTH OF JULT. j He's a man now, and a good one, hut July 4, 187", he was a freckled-faced, barefooted school boy lit Hlwood, Kan. Irs a dlvls.ou superintendent on the Illinois Central railroad now, and he writes his name "M. It. Kmuietl. Supt.," but In thow days he was known at ths village school as Mickey Kmiuett. Of cour Michael Holiert Hmiuitt would have been more dlsUngua and deferen tial, but In those days he didn't go In much for style, and, with the me-mory of his dead father's fine Irish brogus yet ringing In his ears, "Mickey" ounded all right. Mickey's widowed mother 'kept cows." Nobody called her little establishment a "dairy eitvpt heelf, Imt she managed to eke out a decent living for hersolf and .Mlvkey. and ska was proud of her ambition to give him an edurntlon and prouder of the fact that je always was first at his studies. But when the glorious Fourth of IS72 drew near, Mickey made an eloquent plea for some fireworks, lie wanted to show hla patriotism, II had an ambition to make as much noise as the ether boys, and his heart rebelled at the suggestion that "'twas a waste of mone." Ths widow promised him a flag. "OI'll glv jet a twodilt flag," aald she, "on take jei over t" tho picnic at I-ake Conthrary. They' t' be a balloon aeln slon and free folr wurniks, and 'twill cost us both only four-bits," Mickey preferred to make tedium In his own yard, but the widow was bent on the picnic, and the lioy agreed 'o go. It was the balloon that fascinated the lad. He was no sooner on the pletilc grounds than he sought out the cord netted bag of yellow, with Its r'cktr has ket, Its anchor ami Its gaping moulli. When the great charcoal flre w kindled and the pipe Inserted Into the big bal loon, Mickey was t(M busiest lad In ths neighborhood. His good motliti watched him and cautioned him a bundled times, but he hovered about the balloon like a bee at an alfalfa blossom. Finally, the aeronaut, I'rof. Wlnball, came forth with a bath robe flowing grace fully from his shoulders. Ills spangled tights gleamed In the hot sunlight, and he superintended the Inflation of his bal loon with the careless confidince of a master, Mickey redoubled his efforts to help to great a man. He helrd to lift the sand bags Into the mr, and as the yellow bulb, like a monstrous orange, bob- ift npwari Its effort to be free, the (IIttt rri,h WM (,1,1, himself with .leHght. He hopped Into the basket a ' ,,) times. Tho professor tm'.Vd bva in Ingly upon him and asked: "Will you go up with ine, little man?" Mickey glanced at hla mother, who shook her head fiercely, nnd then he dodg ed away again Into the crowd. Fifty stout arm were now holding the guy ro;es which confined the balloon. The day was perfect. Not a breath of wind disturbed the air. The smoke from the little steamer lu ths lake curled straight upward In a widening cotm of gray. TV trees were motionless. No cloud specked the blue sky, the water lay IU' ami shin ing like a mirror In the sun. "Now, my friends," thundered I'rof. Wlnhal), casting aside hi rolit anil stand ing resplendent In the sunlight, "when I shout Tet go!' you must all looso hold upon the ropes." The volunteer asslstanti chorused "All right." Then there was a wait while the professor looked after some carrier pig eons that were to accompany him lu the ascent. Somebody shouted '7t go I" The restraining ropes were dropped with on accord, and the balloon, tenant! and like a rayless planet, rose upward from the ground. Then the round, brown, frtrkled fare of a small boy pseped over the rim of th basket. A woman screamed and falnUd, and Mlckty Kmmttt, ths small boy of Blwood, Kan., went tailing toward the xenlth alone In a slender basket, swinging by four taut cords, with ths up ward sweeping bulb of yellow silk lifting him beyond the sound of voices and Into the measureless space where the winds are free and the world Ir but a sllrsr strlped ball of green and yellow, "When I looked over the edge of that basket," said Superintendent lOminott, telling the story, "I didn't reside that I was going up. For Are minutes or more It seemed to m that the earth had sud denly dropped downward Into space. I heard my mother scream and wat vaguejy convinced that sh had felt the earth dropping under her and was (tightened. It didn't occur to me that I was In dan ger, I rather (tit that I was lucky to be "the fifth of july (Adapted from I s4KittVf'm "Uenlamln Jones'" th fsther cried. "Iters' was the nswr loud nd Hesr. Krom lb Up or a younnstsr slsndlog near: And 'her!" was th word th nest re plied "Jolinnls Jones!" ami a slleur fell ThU lime, no sntwtr followed lb call; Only hi brother saw him (sll. Killed or wounded, h rutiM not tell. Titer they stuod la th tuornlBg llsht On July th fifth, th present year. And the roll ws read Is aetent dear lie the settlor Junes, who wse that!) whit. "Chsrler Janes '" At th csll there mm Two ambuUitf wen snu swti iisieini trosftt As they ! Is JiMiet, Is Wdjr ft f'bsrley III a li I loon at th very wtMwnt when th world fell from It flare. I speculated upon what would happen when th glob went crash against th moon, ami selfish ly chuckled at th Ihottfht that I, at least, wouldn't l In th smash-up. "The only brrej I felt seemed to route straight down frimt above. I dropped my rap out and It fell Ilk a pound of lead. Thn. for th first time, I began to rvalli that I was going t'p ami the earth was standing still, doing business In the same old place. For a quarter of an hour the ground below rtt leoked like a concave basin. The horlion stinted like the high outer rim, and below m. so far that the people looked Ilk small bugs, was the bottom of the hollow dish. To the west. Ilk a yellow rll-boit winding among green fields and fort its and squares of golden harvest field lit Ml sourl river lay flashing In th sun, Itke Contrary, a sheet of water four miles flCKKAMEn ASH rAl.fTMi. long, looked like the halt-eoe. bins ey of a woman. St. Joe, smokeles and spanglrd with tin roof and glass, seemed almost beneath me, like a toy village on a checkerboard, It hills tlattenil and Its street merely doited w'lth crawling pecks, ' "It must hat been tat tl o'clock In the evening when the 1st I loon let go, Th sun was low, and yet before It set be yond the Kansas plains ths world no longer looked flat. Just as th' sun, mon strous In site and braien with the dull color that you have seen at sunset, struck tho horizon, the world sudden) assumed the appearance of a globe. T.te lake be low me, now looking like a sl'ver dime, seemed like the a pel of th sphere, and then, as th sun dropped below the sky line, shadows crept about It. I saw, like stars reflected In the water, the city's lights shining dimly below, Soon th globe, down upon which I gat.M with fas cinating Interest, lost all color, 'lite palo lights seemed to b swimming round and round. But yet my balloon, still In the sun's half light, was luminous with a pale yellow glow. "I bscatno fascinated w'th th sparks of light and streaks of fiery red that then Legan to glimmer and flash In liny lines and arcs upon ths earth. Sometimes a muffled roar like that of thunder and then the crack of leaser noises wculd reach my eart, and I began to fancy that I was far above the clouds and was looking down upon a miniature thunder storm. But finally I remembered tha' It was the Fourth, nnd then I knew that the disturb ed area upon which I saw to many lit t la darting lights was St, Joe and Its evening display of Homan candles, rockets and bombs. They all semned very trifling and pitiful to me then, and I remembered con ceiving a genuine contempt for so small a thing as a pack or even a box of fire crackers, "Then I noticed that the brecxo no longer blew downward upon my bare head. I watched the bag which had been r --& - oai.uno the roll. a famous old poem.) (Itestlr dlsfUuted, lo answer III USUI "Alherl Jillteel" snd a Voir said "here" "(.'haunt Junes t" "lie's iWwn st Ml. Uks's U'llh s ewtqd f Mdly dsiuaged 'duke,' Th dK(wr y he'll U well nit yesr "Wllltsm Jme!"-then sol! tt sM "A small lu plslul went ff snd sh-d hi ttt, And lb smWttlsM p?' httrrled and (tt hint T Mtlk e et-lrs hh his lHWfe. bed 'Tws a cilltnl day, but It et hs der. trr Ifttt fststlty Mtl wheel eslleil Isilsf, Of totsl f set eel ssl eHleff-l Ike fray, NnmUted bstt fattr that snswefed "Vet" Chtesst Trtsstst rotund ami ImlclHg. and saw itsat lis sides were dented awd fUbby. I found a parkag ef cariU Ih th basket, adrer tUemetits for taV (MtlkwenUt, snd throwing lhi-ni out aw Itsat they mIM Uilly up ward. "'I'm falling!' I wortHuretl, ami fir the first time l-esne msse1! si of iIm most terrible fsstr. My hair wss ratW long, nnd stood u h ettd partly with ter ror ami wirtly from the upwail draught through willed I waa ihw-mllltg more rap Idly each ecsml, Ttiw moot! eex oter the eastern hills ttildortlr, snd then I could e he ear th again, lllttt.timn In a pale green glow ami apparently wHtrlng steadily toward ttte. Then I nmld e blotches of darker shadowy green. l)ii river looked broader, and now I oitild - th lak a If mmlng up directly utfW me, silvery blue. Then I heard a mur mur a of HMtiy distant vokrs which grew louder and bwtdr. I heard cWrs ami looked over for lb last tl.e. I was falling so awlftly now that I played and thought of my molTter by turn, Then I covered my fr with my ham! and waited far th ersh. "Hut suddenly th basket In which I crmiclied topd with a etidden Jerk, and then th big silken bag rsitis softly rust ling down over me. I felt another gntl bump, ih voire were ringing In my ear, ami I felt a hundred hand pulling away st th empty Iwtlhxwi. . When I earns to I wss In a hammock on the poich of th littles hotel near Ih lake. I wasn't hurt In th latt, and my mother, laughing, rrylng and thanking God in her reverent old Irish wny, wa holding my land, I had dearendnl within a hundred jards of the place had started from and had spent nearly three hours at a great alH tilde. Of cour my mother was wild with fear, lost I'rof. Wlnball, who knew his business, reassured her somewhat by his own certainty that tits absolute still ness of ths air would Insure ny a.f de scent near by. Ills only worry was Ihst I'd fall In the lake, ami a score of boaia wer iNttrollliig iIm water wstteblng for me, The balloon anchor was what caused th first Jolt as I swept downward, but It broke ths form of lit fall ami prob ably saved his from a broken limit at least. No, I never went near a balloon again, but I'm not aorry for lite riprl enee." John II. Itnftery lu Chicago Iteo ordlleraM. Sloriilnic of th I'oiirlh. I'ncle Itattua come to town early t be on hand for the celebration The celebration begins. sL3ft An ICplinilt. Htnp. traveler, snd weep (or him Who's lying brr below. II filled hit cannon to the brim That's til you'll ever know. Nw Terk World.