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T 11 - - II S M I niiimiffllf--1" -- t I -i r;-. IT ' CIIAriER III Continued. Bertha Lyle' had come all the way from Scotland to look after an estate, supposed to have been left her . by her father. He and a brother had come to America eighteen years be fore, when she was a mere child. At the age of two years she had lost her mother, and her father bad placed her in school and come to America to drown his troubles and make his for tune. Before he had been here ten years the report came that he had been killed by Indians. This was shortly after the report that he and his brother had Inherited an Immense fortune from a brother in New York,, and while neither Bertha nor her friends could ever get any information concerning what became of this for tune, her uncle in America had sup plied her with plenty of funds to complete her education and meet all her wants. He wrote her that they had invested their inheritances to gether In American property and that the speculation had proved a failure, and that while her father had left as sets above his liabilities there was nothing to speak of coming to her. Out of pure benevolence, however, he, the uncle would see that his niece should not suffer for" the necessaries of life. Economizing the funds he had Bent her from time to time until her sav Ings amounted to considerable she Rtarted for America, not informing her uncle of her coming until - she reached New York City, from which place she wrote him of the probable date that she would reach Boise City Army Post. r Reaching the latter place she grew Impatient waiting the arrival of an es cort from her uncle and started with m- MA Bertha. a pack train for the Interior. ' On the night in which the converstion at the beginning of this chapter opened, the pack .train had reached a point on Snake river on the Old Oregon Trail near the Oregon 'and Idaho line. For tunately, on the Bame night, the es- cort consisting of cowboys, sent out i-nder the leadership pf, an . expert frontiersman, met her at this placo. " Both parties had camped in a small valley near the river, surrounded" by mountains covered with jocks and boulders. The pack train consisted of thirty mules and two wagons, while he escort consisted of ten men, be sides its leader and a dozen horses, one of which was UBed exclusively for a pack horse, and another was brought along for Bertha to ride. Tired and worn out by the hard Ehlps of the trail, the packers had hobbled out their mules, prepared their meal, and gone to bed early. The members of the escort, while not so fatigued, had prepared for retiring parly also, partly to keep from dis turbing their neighbors and partly to be rofreshed for the following day's Journey, for from this point the pack train would continue to the west and Bertha and her escort would take a course over the trailless. plains' and mountains to the south, After, she had retired 'to' a bed of straw, this girl from a comfortable home in Scotland had plenty to think about before she fell asleep. This burren plains and mountains : over which she had passed during the past few days, and the trackless desert be fore her looked gloomy enough, but the probable attack from ludlanB and a long trip through a bar ren country to her destination were calculated to Increase her anxiety, while the reference of the leader of the escort to the danger from Indians and the same tribe who, It was al leged, had murdered her father thick ened the mantle of gloom that hung about her, and besides, she did not .Ike the appearance of the man under whose charge she had fallen. Wo nmn's intuition had properly aroused her suspicions on this point. How long 8he had been asleep she did not know when awakened by the fiercest yells that had ever pierced her enra, and these intermingled with the discharging of firearms and a din of oaths and shouts ag It a thousand demons were engaged in war. And it was a war, and the meu fought like demons! The packers and cowboys, though outnumbered Ave to one, stood their ground until the struggle be came a hand to hand one, and not un til she had been snatched from her bod and dragged a short distance and bound on the back of a horse, and was being rushed out through a deep can yen in the mountains, surrounded by a band of Indian warriors, each seem ingly claiming her as his prize, did she fully realize that her people had lost and that the red skins had won. It was fortunate for Bertha that she did not remove her clothing upon re tiring that night, and that she placed her ahoeg on her feet upon being first awakened, for the chill night air of that altitude even penetrated these. CAFTER IV. The Chase. The following morning showed tha effects of the Indian raid. Two of the packers lay dead upon the, ground, thale scalps taken, while, one of the' escort had been killed, and three mor tally wounded. Not a' horse or mule remained in the vloltiltjj.' . These, an Important object of the -attack, had been driven away and treasured more highly even, than the fair captive, whom thoy had taken, for stock of all kinds was scarce with them. They had been forced Into the rlmrocka and lava beds by the United States sol diers, and the scanty vegetation there had caused their animals to disappear almost as rapidly as the pangs of hun ger, which prompted the decaying race In butchprlng and eattng them. While viewing the band of fat mules and horses from the crevices tf the rimrocks the previous evening, the eagle eyes of old Egan, the chief, saw Bertha Lyle In the camp and she was Indeed a rare picture In this section j of country, and especially so after the proposition that had come from j the lips of Martin Lyle, the Lord of The Desert.. Aa ., it were, it wag the killing 'of two birds with one stone with the chief. It was the obtaining of animals for his hunr gry and hard beset tribe and obtain ing a prize of far more personal value which meant more wealth for hig tribe and a white squaw for big wigwam, After the surprise of the attack of the previous night the men rallied to defend the camp. But it was too late, the work was done. While the main body of the red men had charged on the camp, detachments of the Dart had not been Idle. They corralled the norseg and had them on the road, ready to join the main band with their captive. They disappeared as silently as they came and the handful of whites that still survived knew that it was useless to follow them in the dark, besides, they did not know but that a redskin lurked behind every boulder on me mountain sides. They had spent the remainder of the night in ministering to the wound ed, and preparing the dead for burial. They were in a predicament indeed. They had neither horses to pursue the marauding band of Indians, or to con tinue their Journey. While some of the members of the party aroused at the fate of the white girl, were willing and anxious to pur sue . the Indians on foot, all saw the futility of such an attempt, and the leader of the escort showed no concern about her capture and no Inclination to follow her captors, but rattier cursed the rate of being left afoot. The morning was consumed in burying the dead and the afternoon in reconnoitering. The trail of the In dians waa discovered, which showed that they had gone in a southerly di rectlon, a course that led to the east of the stone house, on Mount Juniper. ' Fortunately, that night another pack train arrived from the west. It had a few surplus horses, and as these men of pioneer days were always will ing to lend a helping hand to the dis tressed, they supplied the stranded party with a few horses. The strand ed packers returned with this train to Fort Boise, while four members of the escort with the daring equal to those times, and against the admoni tion or tneir leader, entered into a solemn oath that they would follow the Indians and would never return until thoy had recaptured Bertha Lyle and placed her in the stone house with her uncle. . Early the following morn ing, armed and provisioned and mounted these four started ' out on the trail of the bandit Indiana. The packers moved on, taking the wound ed cowboys with them, all of whom died and . were - buried - at Boise C(ty. , Dan Follett and the others started for the' Stone House. ;,' The four cowboys who went in pur suit of the Indians were familiar with that part of the desert, and being on comparatively fresh horses made bet ter time than the Indians, so that by night they -came to where the red men had stopped to prepare their din ner the same day. Each camping place of the Indians was marked by the carcass of a mule, for hungry as they were, and their party was so large that it required a full grown an imal for every meal. ' Arising bright and early the following morning they soon reached the camp of the Indians of the previous night and came upon trie Indians at noon, -xne latter were conscious of their power, and boldly ate their -dinner in full view of the whites, and took their time . about moving on, shouting out words of de- nance as they went. The brave four were rewarded by see- Old Eagan saw Bertha iu camp. ing Bertha from the rimrocks, still well and unharmed, but It was with a shud der that they beheld the attention that she received from the leader of the band. . The Indians numbered about forty warriors and were a set of as ugly and vicious looking fellows as ever won the unenviable name of their tribe. The whites could do nothing but follow at a distance with the hope that something might transpire by which they would be enabled to re lieve the young woman from her di lemma. But now that they were dis covered by the Indians their prospects seemed far less flattering than when they first started out. Strategem was their only hope. To make the Indians believe that they had abandoned the chase and. thus throwing them off their guard, ap proach the camp by stealth at night and rescue the woman was the plan they formed. So In full view of the Indians they saluted them as if bidding them good bye, and turned and rode away as if they had abandoned the chase. But as soon as they were fairly hidden behind the rimrocks at the ci est of the mountain overlooking the plain in which the Indiana had camp ed they turned down a gulch, and con tinued, cautiously, traveling is a di rection parallel to that taken by the Indians. Aa already described, travel among the rimrocks is difficult. Openings in the wall are. few, and subwalls lead off In many directions." The1 traveler must needs go a zigzag course and fre quently travel many miles out of his course to reach a given- point, bo that when night came the little pursuing party had lost sight of the objects of It pursuit, and the succession of walls of rimrocks and level plains lay alike In every direction. . , There wag but one hope anil that waa when it grew darker to abandon their horses and climb to the top of the highest rimrocks and try to dis cover the campfirea of the marauder, Selocting a spot near where a eep of stagnant water flowed from th rocks, with which they were compelled to quench their thirst, they pitched a temporary camp and waited. - j As the night grew darker the stars grew brighter and the wild howla of the coyote rang la the distance. Interspersed now and then with the weird cry of the hungry mountain lion. CHAPTER V. Two Villains.' It Is the fourth night after the In dians attacked the pack train. At the Stone. House the Lord of The Desert sits at his accustomed place, sipping from a goblet of old Scotch whiskey. Of late years he hag done but little besides drink from the flowing bowl. One day he deadens all sense of feel ing, to rise .the following with a keen er appetite and a conscience more stinging. On this night his eyelids are heavier than usual, his eyes look more glassy and the grimaces are deeper in his face. No wonder. If Dan Follett, the Canadian Frenchm&n, haa followed his Instructions and old Egan, the Indian chief, has kept his eyes - open and been prompt in action, another crime has been added to his life. He stares Into the vacant darkness and this, so still and gloomy - on the desert, re minds him of a distant cave in the rimrocks, and the picture there causes a shudder to come over the great frame of Martin Lyle, the Lord of The Desert. - , ' The welcome bark of the dogd, an nounces the arrival of one who is not a stranger. In his eagerness, the Lord of The ' Desert rises and paces the floor, now and then stopping at the arm chair and taking a sip from the goblet. Presently a lank form enters the door. His dark heavy eyebrows, and the natural scowl upon his face, his careless ambling walk, depict the character of the man at a glance. But nothing ever tells the inmost thoughts of Dan Follett. Whether after victory or defeat, or during anger or in a hap py mood, the oily black eyes of this mani never change. It is only when he speaks or acts that hig mood is known, . - Upon entering the house, and after greeting Its Lord, he soon unburdens himself. "I saw from the smoke above the distant rimrocks the evening before," said Follett, "that old Egan was ready for action, but in spite of my efforts the clash came in a way that Several lives of our men were lost. I tried to have the surprise Bo complete that the girl and animals should be taken away without the loss Of a life, but our boys were on their feet instantly and fought bravely, and it wag certainly a mir acle that any of them escaped after they engaged such odds." Then he detailed the circumstances of the fight as the reader knows them. "Do you think there Is any chance of those four dare-devils rescuing the girl?" inquired Lyle. "None in the world," replied the Frenchman. "They will either lose their lives by their foolhardiness or come In in a few days starved out, as I saw to the fact myself that they took but few provisions with them." How did the girl take her captiv ity?" inquired the Lord of The Desert. I only saw her for a moment by a flash o the campflre after she was secured and she wore a bold look of firmness and defiance, as if she feared not even the devils into whose hands she had fallen." - "She's a Lyle!" muttered the Lord of The Desert. : " - "This is a costly affair, Martin," in sinuated Follett. . : "Yes. I know," replied the man of wealth, ' "but old Egan wanted ani mals for his men and would not do the other work, you know, without the horses as he said his men would not be satisfied, with ' taking the girl alone." '..'" . '".;.' ; . . . "The twenty-five head which I am to deliver at Gray Butte and the for ty head they got the other night," said Follett, are a pretty heavy tax, besides the men we have lost. Better it von had let the' elrl coma on and made away with tier as I did with her father." "That would never have done," re plied Lyle. "The notoriety of her vis it here would have led to an investiga tion, but now that the Indians have done the work it Is a natural turn of affairs In this country and the Ameri can's 'Uncle Sam, will reward Egan and his warriors by giving them a reservation and feeding and. educating them. The Eng lish would reward the whole gang by hanging them. But enough of this." Tomorrow arrange to deliver . the twepty-flve cayuses to the old brute, but before you do it require positive proof that he's performed his part of the contract, he has to kill her, you know!" ' -'.'.'. "And the deed to the Soring Creek Valley " replied Follett, "don't forget that. While Egan must he rewarded for his damnable deeds, I must be paid for my bloody ones!" and he gave the Lord of The Desert a piercing looK that made that man of nerve shrink like a coward. At this time Folletfs companions came in from attending to the horses and the three repaired to the dining room, while the owner o? the Stone House sat down and drank and thought, and drank and thought. UMPKIN. 'A H, greenly and fair la th. land, of the Where the crocks ire wlHng sad yel- II fun low frnlt shines, The vine's of the gourd and the rich Ad the sun of September melt flown o melon run, hli vines. And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, Thanksgiving Day, when from east With broad leaves all greenne. and bloa- Ahl ftKS? lonis all gold, . vmm north and from south come the pn- Llke tl.nt wukhVer Nineveh's prophet once From D0n"dn , grew, ' ' . when the eruv-bnlred New-Englauder aeca While be 'waited to know that hie warning !Ztd was true, The ol(. brogen (inks of affection restored. And longed for the storm-cloud, and lis- aheDrlVearieU man aeeka bit motn- tened In vnln ... or nnm more For the rush of the whirlwind and red Are- . t e woVn niatfon smiles where the girl rain. i.i Bluiieu iwiw. On the bankd of the Xenll, the durk Span ish maiden Comes up With the fruit of the tangled vine laden; And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to be hold Through the Ornnge leaves shlulag the broad spheres or gold; What moistens the Up and what brightens Whatthcal?seoack the past, like the rich pumpkin pleJ Oh, fruit loved of boyhood! the old days re- When the wood grapes were purpling aud brown nuls were falling! . . ... Yet with dearer delight from bla home In rd In Its skin, On the flelds 'of his harveat the Yankee Glaring out through the dark with a eaudle looks forth, within! A THANKSGIVING FOOTBALL STORY "Till " it si I: (Tone Continued.) A $5,000,066 TPaia.ee. Seven hundred artisans, backed by Clarence H. Mackay's millions and di rected by Mrs. Mackay. have set about building near the llttlo village of Ros lyn, L. I., the most beautlf nl country home in America. Already the work is well under way, and the wilderness of Mat. CLARBXCI MACKAT. wooded bill la fast becoming a land of perfect enchantment The vastnea of Mr. Mackay'i plan la fairly Illus trated by the fact that bla estate Is al most as large as Central Park, and that the estimate of the cost la the end will closely border upon tOOO.OOa Th gateway, or lodge, alone will cost (ISO, 006. The structure la of granite, and la 22S feet long from east to west and 100 feet broad from north to south. It will la every way be a i1ac T was Charlie Town's first year at the Val ley "Prep" School, and he had made the varsity! Tuis,: is a most unusual thing for a fresh man to do, for most of them are away below the average of strength und, weight necessary to4 the "line" and, "backs," who, as a rule, are two or three years older, nnd that at a period of growth when two or three years per mit a wonderful in crease hi - bone, uinew and solid muscle. Still, by virtue of his cat-: like activity and' phenomenal sprint-, ing abilities. Char-, lie was a fixture at the all-important position of quater back. He was en-', vied by his class-1 men, less fortunate his companionship sought by the sen iors, and oh! su" preiue pinnacle of joy he was praised by the conch! Still he was not nappy. I tell you.it is a -perfect shame. growled Barnes. "Here you are the taily freshman who has ever made quarter on our varnlty, and now, just as we are to have the hardest game of the season on our hands, and not another fellow who :nn pass the ball without fumbling and give signals without mixing them, you want to go off home nnd eat turkey with your father! Where do you thtfik we come in, anyway?" Dad couldu't eat a Thanksgiving din ner without me," said Charlie. , "Then why don t he come up here and ent it? snarled the now angry Barnes. "I guess he can put up with the sort of fare that the rest of us will chew, can't ber . "There's an epidemic,"'eiDlained Char lie. "Every infant that could manage it in our little town has the diphtheria or whooping cough or something, aud those that are not sick are trying their best to catch it, and my father is the only doctor in the place. It la out of the question for him to leave, and we hove never yet failed to be together on Thanksgiving Day. You see, there' are only we two left" The door opened, and a laH. sturdy fellow entered just in time to hear the last words. It was the Captain of the team. He took a seat on the edge of tue narrow Dea and eyed Charlie stern ly. "What's thia I hear," he said, "about your not playing in the game with Mill ville on Thanksghring Day?" "I have to go home to spend Thanks giving, that's all," answered Charlie. "Barnes has told me bow you feel shout It," continued the Captain, "but see here, Town, we have beaten Mill ville four yeara straight although alwayi by the skin of our teeth. Now, we haveu't a chance this year without you, and yon know it Black is a good little sub, but he can't be depended upon to handle the men in a big game like this. Andrews can't pass the ball without fumbling to save hit life, and you are the only quarter we can possibly play and win. Yon won't desert us just now, when we have not been defeated this season, right here tn the face of the very hardest game of all, will you?" "I must go, Dick." cried Charlie in de spair. "Dad would never forgive me tf I did not" "But how about my sister, your 'opp?" She has counted upon your taking her to the game and then seeing you do all sorts of things to Millville, making forty yard runt around the end and goals from the field, yon know. Have yon thought about that?" "I haven't thonght of anything else for a week," groaned Charlie, "but I can't help it I shall have to tell her at sup per to-night" "Well, in that case we can't rank yon as one of the varsity," said the Cap tain, rising. "You will have to go no the playing lists aa substitute, that's all," and he went out, closing the door not too gently behind hiin. The Valley Preparatory School wao a co-educational Institute, and the schol ars of both aexee only met at class and at the long tables iu the dining room. The boys and girls were seated on opposite side of these tables, and the owner of that particular pair of bright eym smil ing at one from across the table waa known aa my opp," a more or lew affec tionate abbreviation for "opposite." Char k y sat at the training table, where, of course, do girls were allowed, but before he had been elevated to thia mnrh-coreted poi?Soo, he had for his "opp" Millie Barr. the Captain's sister, and the prettk-et girl In the school. Charlie's place, opp.ite here, was still vacant and he slid iota It at supper that ninht and remained there In coaverutioa with her until the was served, when he went to hi flat t the training table with the rmt. She had not grown angry and scoffed at his reaulutioa like hi chum, or tried to ar gue him out of his intention, as did her brother, but quite agreed that he must go to bis father, although she let hiui see that she should be greatly disappoint ed by his absence. Charlie started upon ' his homeward Journey in a very unsettled state of mind. He felt that the entire school considered him a deserter, and if they lost well, he would be blamed for the stigma of de feat , How hard he had worked for his place on the varsity and how proud be had been of it the only freshman quar ter that had ever played on Valley School! Then, how the team had re sponded when he had given the signals, always like clockwork, with a smooth ness and precision that got the ball In play so rapidly and behind such perfect Interference that the unbroken list of vic tories was, sfter all, a result to be ex pected. And now to hare that list mar red by a defeat and at the hands of Mill ville, their keenest rival! - His muscles tightened at the thought of the grim pleasure of the struggle. No. Rlack could not handle the team. He had never grasped the signals as he should, and he lacked confidence. He could not pass the ball with the necessary accuracy, either, although in this respect be was much better than Anderson, the other "sub." Well, Valley School would be defented at last, and he might have guided the team to victory. And what would Millie Barr think? She had been very nice about it and quite agreed that he should go home at this time. But she mnat have been fearfully disappointed. Well, per haps she did not mind so much, after nil. Some other fellow would take her. He gritted his teeth at the thought of thut. Then, perhaps, she would not mind t-o much if the fellows of Valley School were beaten. No, of course not; girls 'lid not have that school spirit that mado the coming game bound the whole horixon for him. Girls could not innke such sacrifices as he would make, if he only could, juvt to run that team the way he had before, to hammer at the opposing lino until a weak spot could be found; to send the ends down the field like lightning on the heels of a long, low punt; to skirt the opposing ends behind perfect interference and run fifty yards to a touchdown; ier haps to but what was,tho nse of think ing about it? It waa all behind him now, and getting further away with every min ute's flight of the rushing train. Mo w aa glad be had left it all. He would see Dad soon! Old Dad! How hard he must be working, with all those annoying, squalling little wretches, sick, all over the town. He must be lonesome, there all by himself. Yes, he was glad he was folng to see Dad, and let the school rage If it wanted to. What was school compared to Dad, anyway? Charlie was roused from his brown study by the brnkemau's roar of- "Bar bridge!" in his ear. He had to change cars here. He descended to the station platform and stood waiting for the other train, when the telegraph operator tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. Charles Town?" he asked. Charlie nodded nnd was handed a telegram. "Walt where yon are." he read. "Will reach Bar bridge at eleven five." His father's name was signed to the message, and upon looking at his watch Charlie found that he had but three minutes to wait He paced the platform Impatiently, trying to guess the cause of this very unusual re quest, until the train came In. His fath er sprang from the platform of the smok er and came to meet him with beaming face. "I thought I would catch you, 'joy." he said. "I wired to four points on the Une to be sure of you. I want to see rou win that game for Valley School" Char lie's heart swelled with a sudden joy, so keen that he could Dot speak; theu sank again. "I don't belieTs I can get back In time," he faltered. "It takes fonr hour from here, you know, and there's no train for an hour, and the game begins at 3." "Nonsense!" said his father. "I'll wire them to delay matters, and ion know no contest ever comes off on time, anyhow " tV . 1. 1 I . i . uto mej reacuea tne academy town they found the streets deserted. "Every one is at the flrld," said Charlie. "Hear that?" A faint guat of cheering ranit from the grounds, half a mil away. Valley School had grim visions of de feat The first half had cked with a score of 6 to 0, In Millvtlle's favni- n.. enemy had slowly, stubbornly, advanced wig nau me lengtB or the Held for a touchdown, after smashing the choUxV trick plays of Valley School elevi. A goal had followed. The home team vi not pulling together. ?b. player. A,4 not get off well at the signal. The ball was not put In play properly, rumble were frequent Their pet play, a bluff right-end run. delayed pa. and then . mass on left tackle, had resulted In a lots every time-lt had been tried. Their confidence was gone. Still their defen sive game was excellent Time after tiina there hnd been Individual plays of tha, most .cnaational order, yet they could not , advance the bnlL Millville bad l.ly j but surely worn them out driven them hack and ever back toward their goal line, then past It and they were a beaten team at the end of the first half. Now the second half bad begun. The ball had been In the play scarcely lire mlimtes. and Millville. by ateady ham mering of the line, had forced the ball to Valley School s ten-ynro. line, a romi contingent from Millville shouted madly. The crowded grand stand was silent The coach pranced np and down the side lines and Implored a brace. It came. Three times the Millville warriors butted their heada into a defense that would not yield. They hnd sot tried a trick piny once. Oa the next signal the full back, behind three player, licked around left end. Half the Millrille team were before them In an inatant. but Millville's luty right guard had the ball, and he plunged through the weakened center. He col lided with a stocky little figure and fell back a yard. The substitute quarter (Black) had by a mngnilicent tackle sav ed Valley School from another touch down. Th Millville man arose, bnt Black lay still. He was raised and np ported off the Held. Then from the grand stand came a chorus of feminine cheer. A little figure had shot ont of the gym nasium and out oa to the field. "Char lie!" "Charlie Town!" shrieked the girl hi the grand stand. Valley School had the ball. Charlie punted out of danger. The ball was Millville's at the center of the field. They started to puh their way "own the field again, but the Valley School eleven had decided that they did not want to be pushed. Millville tried again and again, but made no gain. Their Captain signaled for a kick, but some ruhlan from Valley School broke the line, blocked th kick, got the ball, ran off with it and would not stop until he had gone thirty yards. This was awful! Millvillo could not understand it Why couldn't llii team stay beaten? From the under grad uate on the aide Hue came a roar of "Charlie Town!" "Charlie Town!" "First down!" "First down!" Then Millville's Captain called for a brace. His team were perfectly willing to brace, and they braced so hard md played so low that Charlie had no diffi culty In hurdling the line. He leaped over the back of the little tackle, dodi-d the backs and, running three feet to hi pursuers' two, made a beautiful touch down directly between the goal posts. Of course, be kicked the goal. The score was tied, but the Millville blood was up. Try as they would, the Valley School team could not get beyond the Millville's 20-yard line, and there th ball was with only one minute to play. Millville knew that Charlie would try a goal from the field, and they prepnret to break through, and two seconds after the ball had left Charlie's toe he was Imme diately buried under several hnndrjd pound of bone and sinew from Millville. Hut the ball had gone over the crossbar between the goal posts, juat where It was needed most. The game was over. Charlie had to be carried to the gym nasium. When he opened his eye his father was hurting him fearfully about the neck. He protested. "Lie still and let me set your collarbone," said his fath er; "if you don't, yon will be lopsided, nnd then Miss Millie won't take any more interest in you." Charlie blushed. "What do you know about it?" he asked. "Well." was the reply. "be rained a fund among the girls here, with which she paid a prominent Boston physician to look after all those poor little ick pa tients of mine for one day, so I could come up here aud set collarbone for yon." "Oh." snld Cbnrll wickedly." MI thought perhaps yon had got them 111 dead by thia time. Dad." And then he added. "No. I don't want to be lopsifcd." Cincinnati Enquirer. T. GEO. P.'C! DEALER I Dry Goods, Groceii Boots and Shoes, Hardware, j-; Flour and Fe?d, e!;J; This old-wUUisheJ hortae ail tinue to pay cash for all it pays no rent; it emptor a, doee nt have to divide with i ,J All dividends are m.l with iij iu iua mmj oi reasonable prtrt; Lurnbd wood, ; Posts, E -Davenport Hlj; Lumber Col Have opened an office in ll-.I Call and get price) and Ira.q u ; which will be promptly filled. n ""' asat-saapaawasaB y.v, Cau9 for Kejulcltitf. "Ye. ar. pawson, til Is er glorious Thanksgibbin', en es soon rs I git buro an' clean off er bit, I'll come an' jlne la de service at de meet in' bouse." Oor Turkey. Aunt Snlll sent tnrkey egg To Mabel and to i'UL ' They gave It to the speckled hea When she began to slu It hatched a little tnrkey oat And never auy where Md any fowl more klndnra Bad Than fell to this out share. They planned It for ThanklTlng Day. But, a the time drew nlgo. They talked lea of lb turkey feast And more of pumpkin pl. And the at last they ram to beg The turkey's lit w spar. And said they would contented be' To dine en plainer far. With teardrops brimming both their ere I could not say then nay. And to w killed big, fat bea Te celebrate th day. Thak(irlnf eaiue. Our tnrkey situ Was nmnarrk of his beat Instead of making np oar fesit. He helped the treat te eat. -Cincinnati Commercial Tribaaat. President Lincoln and Thanaagtvlng. It wa President Lincoln Thankagiving day. In 13 the regaUr Thankagiving custom began, and the lat Thursday In November ha aince been one of onr national holiday. NATURE'S THANKSGIVING DAY OFfERING. IT Regulator Li'j STFAMERS Regulator "'wi Dallas Between The and Wt' Daily Eitt rundr t. 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