The Contrabandist; I
1 One Life's Secret! i
CHAPTER II.
It was, perhaps, at the distance of halt
t league from the cottage of Hugh L.a-
monte that the Chateau Montauban
stood. It was situated on a rocky and
abrupt eminence, overlooking the valley
below, where a small Tillage looked more
like the miniature group of dolls' houses
which children play with than the ordi
nary habitations of ordinary men, while
the stream that wound its way along at
the foot of the hills was nothing more
than a mere thread of silver.
On the night of the attack on Connt
Louis there were two persons seated in
the library of this chateau; the one a
lady, with beautiful aad somewhat strik
ing features, a tall and graceful figure,
and a bearing at once haughty and capti
- vatlng. Mademoiselle Montauban was
a person of strong feelings, of deep en
ergy, of quick yet firm resolves, and de
cided action. She was pleasing to all;
yet with the very gra.ee and noble beauty
which captivated one, there was an air
an expression of veiled haughtiness, of
lofty pride, of insinuating command. All
the world admired mademoiselle, but few
loved her.
Her father, monsieur le marquis, on tho
other hand, was an extremely affable,
polite and agreeable gentleman. He was
universally kind and good to the peasant
ry around the country, and there was
no poor people who did not have cause to
thank him for many an act of generosity.
He had been married twice; to a beauti
ful Frenchwoman, after the death of La
Marquise Giudette, and this wife died
also. He mourned her loss long and sin
cerely; for they say he loved her even
better than he lived Giudette, who was
very violent and passionate. There was
one child a lovely, sunny-haired child,
with features like her fair mother's, and
eyes like fresh violets, by this second
marriage. But he has only Helen to com
fort his approaching old age now; and
there is a large portrait In the saloon
the portrait of a smiling infant, painted
nearly sixteen years ago, which he looks
at and sighs.
- The father and daughter sat in the li
brary; he by a large table in the center
of the apartment, reading, as was his
custom in the evenings; she had drawn
her seat forward near one of the deep
windows overlooking the valley, and the
road by which Louis was expected to
come. Beth were awaiting his arrival,
but it was with far different degrees of
feeling. The murquis, indeed, looked for
ward with pleasure to the meeting with
his nephew, whom he had not received at
the chateau for some years; but yet his
anticipation was moderated by calmness,
for he no longer possessed the hurry and
Impatience of youth. With Helen Mon
tauban it was not thus. Deeper feelings
than were warranted by that calm and
haughty exterior were busy in her heart.
"Father," and her voice is calm and
silvery as usual, despite the beating of
her heart, that throbs more violently ev
ery moment "father, it is already quite
late. My cousin, Monsieur Louis, must
surely remember that he may possibly ex
pose himself to some danger by travers
ing the lonely roads in tbis neighborhood
by night."
The marquis closed his book, hose from
his seat and approached the window.
"Yes; you are right you are right,
Helen," he returned; "but I hardly think
he will be so rash as to undertake to
reach the chateau to-night with that ter
rible storm gathering. As to the danger
from brigands, however, I do not fear;
for, without doubt, he will have his valet
with him, and he will have also his weap
ons. And you must consider, Helen, that
our young relative has both strength of
limb and skill in arms, that might well
warrant him in setting at defiance a good
ly number of besiegers."
"Yes I know, father. And there are
none more brave than Louis." A proud
smile Bhoue in her splendid eyes as she
spoke, and then she sank back in her sent
again, and toyed with her fan, while the
marquis placed himself by her side, and
also watched for some sign of his nephew.
But the night deepened, and still Louis
did not come, while the storm, which had
been threatening, ere long broke over
the chateau, and raged with terrible fury.
"I do not think we shall see him to
night, Helen," said her father, as the old
clock in the hall sounded on eleven; "and
it grows late, my child. Perhaps you had
better retire."
And Helen Montauban would not be
tray her anxiety and restlessness, even
to her father; so she obeyed his sugges
tion shortly. She did not seek her couch,
however, but, after having dismissed her
maid for the night, she wrapped a rich
shawl carelessly about her stutely figure,
and cast herself upon a pile of cushions
beneath a window which commanded a
view of the valley beneath, and, the light
within being shaded, drew the curtain
from the casement, and leaned forward
npon the sill, with her anxious glance
piercing the gloom for some glimpse of
the yet expected guest.
Still the moments crept on, and the
hour of midnight sounded sternly on the
now silent air. Her heart beat violently;
she trembled. "He said he should come,"
the murmured; "why, then, this delay?
for Louis never yet broke his word. He
may have been murdered 1" and she
buried her face in her trembling hands.
Ixmls had been her playmate for weeks
together in childhood, when she had b?eu
permitted to visit his family in Lyons,
and she had never been so hnppy as dur
ing those periods. They were the crown
and glory of her sleeping and waking
dreams. She was never so Uappy when
she returned to the old, lonely chateau,
as in recounting the wonderful stories of
those happy times, and anticipating her
next visit. Ho was a fine, handsome,
graceful and independent boy, and she
thought there could be nobody in the
world like her cousin Louis. Ilia firm,
proud, gallant bearing and manly spirit,
his noble intellect and his fine, thought
ful countenance, with the innocent en
thusiasm of his boyish years, had always
exalted him in her esteem. She had
learned to look upon him with the deep
est reverence of her nature, and to al
most adore in him those qualities of heart
and mind which, she observed with dis
dain, few others possessed.
He had never visited the chateau more
than twice, and those visits had been
white stones in her life. She had remem
bered and recalled them constantly in the
secluded and dreamy life she led therrf,
and now was it a matter of wonder that,
after the p.issage of months without hav
ing seen him. she should look forwar.l
with such eager emotions to bis coming?
Yet, even hen alone, in the solitnnV uf
her own apartment, she did not entirely
lay aside, even in the intense interest of
watching for him, that air of stately ,
pri le. that guarded raininess of demean-1
or which characterized her in soriftr. j
Sue tueit there by the casement, it is
true, waiting still, even till midnight; hut
a thousand fearful emotions straggled in
her breast, of which she gave no outward
sign, or, at the most, but a faint one.
A dark form seemed to catch her eye,
moving along rapidly through the path in
the valley, coming nearer and neurer,
while the clouds, passing still across the
moon, veiled it ever and anon in shadow.
Drawing nearer, till the soft silver radi'
a nee of the night shone full upon both
horse and rider, and then there was only
a slight start a quick, convulsive clasp
of the fair hand that rested on the cold
stone sill a faint yet eager smile hover
ing about her beautiful lips, aad flash'
ing in those splendid eyes, as, softly mur
muring, "It is he!" she rose from- the
cushions on which she had knelt so long,
and closed the casement.
"My dear uncle 1" cried Louis, warmly
embracing the good marquis, as they met
in the saloon, on the morning following
the storm, "I cannot express half the
pleasure it gives me to meet you.
The marquis smiled at his nephew's
warmth. '
"My dear boy, I also am delighted to
see you. Let me welcome you to my old
eyrie a thousand times. But sit down
sit down, Louis; I must take a leisurely
look at you. Why, you have grown a
full inch since we met last, and all the
handsomer, too, for your wanderings!" .
"Oh, uncle, I appreciate your flattery,
believe me," laughed bis nephew; "I con
fess I bad rather have it from you than
any other, almost. But, now, how have
things been going on here since I saw
you? and how is my fair cousin?"
"For the first," answered the marquis,
"I cou give a very satisfactory reply. My
affairs are in a state of prosperity, and
except, possibly, that Helen and I are a
little lonely at times for want of com
pany, we do very well. I need scarcely
say that I am sure we shall be all the
happier for your presence. For your oth
er question, Helen herself must be ap
plied to when you see her this morning.
She was in excellent health yesterday,
at all events, and we watched together
a long time last night by the library win
dow, for your appearance. And now
tell me, my dear Louis, something more
concerning that adventure of yours in th
forest; for your sketch of it last night
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COUNT MONTATJBAS AND HELM
.A. WAITING LOUIS. '
was somewhat hasty. You were never
too much given to talkiDg of yourself. I
bate an egotist as heartily as you can;
but I desire to hear something relative
to your journey and your general wel
fare; so let me hear it before our coffee it
ready."
The young man gave his uncle a sketch
of his haps and mishaps, to which the
good marquis listened very attentively,
and which occupied some few minutes,
when, just as be was finishing by men
tioning his application at the cottage for
shelter, Helen Montauban entered.
She was beautiful and self-possessed
as ever. A calm smile parted her lips
and lighted her fine eyes, as she ap
proached, and, saluting her father, gave
to Louis, who advanced to meet her, her
hand.
"My charming consin!" exclaimed the
young man, warmly, taking th offered
hand and kissing with deferential affec
tion, the fair cheek of the lady "my dear
Helen, this is truly delightful. I am very
happy to behold you again. How do you
do?"
"Well, Monsieur Louis, I thank you.
And you?"
"Admirably, my dear friend." And ha
seated himself by her side.
"You have, then, arrived at the chateau
at length, Louis? It is some time since
we saw yon," she said, regarding him
with polite interest.
"Yes; it is a long time, I think, since
we met, and I could not deny myself the
pleasure of a visit to the chateau."
"Your journey, I trust, was a favora
ble one."
"A few drawbacks, such as travelers
must meet with at times, but nothing
very serious."
"My dear boy," said the marquis,
"what, then, do you call serious? An
attack from robbers. In my time "
"An attack!" interrupted Mademoiselle
Montauban, turning a shade paler, as her
glance rested nnquietly on the face of
Louis "an attack! how, Monsieur Louis?
You have been in actual danger?"
"No, my dear Helen no," the count
hastened to say. "I was merely request
ed to deliver my purse, a simple affair,
and, perhaps, one with which I may meet
twenty times in my life."
At that moment, however, the coffee
was brought In, and the subject was
abandoned. After the morning's repast
was concluded, Louis drew bis fair cous
in out upon the paved terrace before the
windows of the saloon, where they could
sit conversing, while the early sunshine
gilded the lovely landscape far and near,
and resting sweetest of all in the charm;,
ing valley that lay beneath the height'
of the chateau. It was certainly a bean
tiful morning, and Louis d'Artois enjoy
ed it thoroughly. It was a most sincere
pleasure thus to meet with his old play
mate and companion, after so long a sep
aration. Louis regarded her with real
affection, and had ever done so; for
though with that calm and stately de
meanor still unchanged, yet there was
ever something gentler kinder in her
manner, when she addressed him, that
pleased and won him.
She seemed even unusually lovely, toe,
this morning; for the cool, soft winds
rime freshly from the nearer hills, touch
ing her fair check with a rosy tinge, and
bringing a darker, clearer light to her
beautiful eyes; and when, turning her
fare to him, she smiled, with more than
her accustomed air of animation and en
joyment, saying, "What a charming hour
this is. Louis!" he rould not help express
ing the thought that occupied him.
"Ye: but not half so charming as yon j
are," be returned, gaily, yet earnestly,
pan wm
Wmm mm
a ha kissed her fair hand. "I was Just
deceiving myself with the Idea that you
were cheating me with a shadow; it was
only when you Bpoke that I was unde
ceived. I forgot that the goddess "
"Louis, no compliments!" ottered bis
cousin, Imperatively. "Here comes my
father."
CHAPTER III.
It was on the night of the adventure
of Count Louis that two men might have
been seen emerging from the forest and
directing their steps in the road to the
cottage of Hugh Lamonte, which Louis
bad left some ten minutes previously.
One of these, the elder, was a tall,
sturdy man, dressed In the coarse garb of
a peasant, and his features were by no
means displeasing. At present, they wore
a look of deep thought, an air almost of
sternness, as he walked rapidly, and In
silence, listening to bis companion, who
was speaking in low, but bitter and an
gry tones, and evidently on some exciting
subject
This' man, whose dress was much the
same as that of the first, had a less pre
possessing appearance than the other.
Like that of his compauion, bis counte
nance was unshorn and rude; but the ex
pression of the features was sinister and
forbidding, the features themselves,
apart from their expression, anything
but agreeable. You might have been
assured a thousand times that he was
nothing more or less than a simple and
honest peasant, as he was generally un
derstood to be; but for all that, you
would have disliked to meet this man on
the highway at midnight, or in the
depths of the forest from which he bad
just emerged.
"I tell yon," he was saying, venge
fully "I tell you. If I have but the pow
er, I will make him pay dear for this;
two of our best fellows disabled, and my
own brains nearly knocked out by that
arm of his. Who would think it had so
much strength?"
"Chut. Gasparde!" said the other, a
little sternly; "do you want to show your
claws? Better speak a little lower, if
you don't want to put your neck in dan
ger. One can never tell bow many ears
there may be in these bushes along here."
"I can shut them up, unless they be
long to auother like the one that dealt
with me to-nighta. I shall feel his fist
for a little while to come."
"Do you want to put yourself In the
way of feeling it again?"
"Wait till I get on his track the next
time. I'll cure him of bis impudence!"
"Better hold your tongue, comrade.
Why didn't you cure him to-night? three
to one, and beaten at that! A fine story
to tell the men!"
"Who knew he had bis pistols? He
must have found out before he started
that somebody had drawn his teeth. Ah,
he bit with them, I can tell you! If we
had a dozen like him in the band, it
would be worth somethiug, captain. As
it is, I'll take care be doesn't do us any
harm, now that he has got off. If you
had been there to-night, instead of mind
ing something else, we might have sung
a different tune; but now all the way to
mend matters is to give mm a little mu
sic to dance to."
"Blockhead!" muttered the elder, with
a frown.
"What do you say, then, captain?"
asked his companion.
"Nothing, Gasparde. But here we are,
and the light is burning in the window,"
as they reached the cottage.
"And Mademoiselle Rose waiting for
her father, no doubt," added the other.
(To be continued.)
SAYS HE WAS NOT EXCITED.
Why Mr. Blenkinaoa Paid the Coats in
a Snit lie Won.
"I never could understand," said Mr.
Blenklnson, "why people should get so
excited over a lawsuit"
"Don't you?" asked Mrs. Blenklnson.
"Never," said Blenklnson. "It takes
more than the threats of a lawyer or
the frowns of a judge to upset me. So
long as a man has Justice on his Bide
he need have no more fear at the bands
of the court than of his own family.
Yet some people go all to pieces the
minute tbey step Inside a court room.
That was the wny with Wllklns this
afternoon. He got so nervous he
couldn't have told his own name If be
had been hanged for It."
"Mr. Wllklns?" echoed Mrs. Blenkln
son. "Was he In court this afternoon?"
"Yes," said Blenklnson. "He got Into
some trouble over that sidewalk he bas
been laying up at 92d street and was
hauled up for trial."
"Why," said Mrs. Blenklnson, "I
thought you were Interested In that
sidewalk deal too."
"So I am," admitted her husbaud. "1
was at the trial too."
"Oh," snld she, "how terrible!"
"Nothing terrible about it" corrected
Blenklnson. "Our side had such a cinch
that the whole business was over in
less than an hour after the case was
called. The Judge soaked the other
side good and hard flOO and costs.'
Wilklns acted like a crazy man when
the verdict was rendered. I couldn't
do a thing with him. 'One dollar more
of costs here,' said the judge, and Wll
klns danced around like a flying
dervish. 'One dollar more,' said the
Judge a second time. 'I've got it, your
Honor,' said I, and I tried to make my
way up to the bench, but Wilklns was
so excited that he caught me by the
coat tails and pulled me back with
might and main. I was positively
ashamed of biro. He had everybody In
the court room laughing at him. He
clung to me like grim death, aud It was
fully five minutes before I could break
away from him and go up and pay the'
judge that other dollar he was calling'
for."
"Before you could pay him?" Inter
rogated Mrs. Blenklnson. "I thought
you said yon won the rase?"
"So we did." said Blenkinson.
"And that the other side bad to pay
the costs?" she persisted. "Then why
In the world did you Insist upon paying
that additional dollar No wonder Mr.
Wilkins clung to your coat tails and,
tried to hold you back. I think you
were the one that was excited." I
Mr. Blenklnson pushed back his p!ate
and flushed deeply. "If you want to
hear some logical reasoning," he said.
'Just get a woman started to talking
about law. I excited!"
"Then what made you pay the costs
of your opponents?" sle persisted.
"You couldn't understand If I'd tell
you," he said stiffly. "But whatever It
was. It was not excitement." New
York Tress.
Hlgh-Nprrd KIrt-tric Kallway.
One hundred and sixty miles au hour
Is the speed aimed at by a new electric
railway company In Germany under
the direct patronage of the kuieror
Cars w ith act-ommodatioi: for fifty per
sons each are now being built ai.d uhi
be tried on a 30-kilometer track.
liOW A BOY CAN MAKE A PIMP.
Il If f
Select a thick piece of bamboo about
eight Inches Ions and without joints;
clean the Inside carefully, making it
as smooth as possible. Bore a small
,bole about two Inches from one end
to hold a smaller piece of bamboo,
, which Is to form the spout A hollow
piece of bamboo (c) somewhat thinner
than the pump barrel Is Inserted Into
', the lower end of the pump barrel; the
;top of the barrel (c) la closed with a
piece of rubber that li fastened with
a small tack, and can be moved up
and down, ; The pumping rod Is mado
of a thin stick of wood and another
short p'ece 6f bamboo (d). The short
piece of bamboo (d) la closed on one
end by a piece of rubber similar to the
lower part of the pump mentioned be
fore. This piece of bamboo la fasten
jed to the stick of wood with the help
of cord and putty, and must fit tight
ly Into the pump barrel. The pump
barrel will work satlfactorlly If
small quantity of water la poured Into
the upper barrel to get It started.
BITTER ROT OF APPLES.
Damage to the Crop Estimated at
$10,000,000.
The Department of Agriculture has
Issued as bulletin No. 44 of the Bureau
of Plant Industry a paper on the bitter
rot of apples, prepared by Professor
Hermann von Scbreck, special agent
in charge of the Mississippi Valley
laboratory, and Perley Spaulding, a
special agent of the department.
For the past four or five years the
bitter rot of apples has been the cause
of heavy losses to growers and hand'
lers of this fruit. As stated In the
department report for 1901, the presl
dent of the National Apple Shippers'
Association estimated that the damage
to the apple crop of the United States
In 1900 from bitter rot was $10,000,000.
Iu some orchards there was a total loss
of fruit; In others from one-half to
two-thirds of the crop was destroyed.
The disease is especlaly severe In the
Mississippi Valley and the States along
the Ohio River. At the request of nu
merous growers the Bureau of Plant
Industry undertook extensive invest!'
gatlons to determine more definitely
the life history of the fungus causing
bitter rot, with the hope of discovering
a more effective method of holding it
In check. The report of this Investiga
tion contains a general account of the
history of the disease, a description
and lire history of tbe fungus causing
It and some facts which have been re
cently discovered In regard to tbe mode
of life of the parasite.
During the year 1001 co-operative ex-
perlments were carried on 'with the
Illinois experiment station, but during
the last season the work was conduct
ed Independently by both the station
and tbe department Co-operative ex
periments on the control of this disease
were started the past year with the
Missouri fruit experiment station, and
will be continued with this station and
fruit growers In various apple sections
during the present season. Washing
ton Star.
IN HIS NATIVE TONGUE.
The Horse Understood Abase When
It Was Spoken In Portnanese.
Ten or twelve years ago the present
Prince of Wales visited Lisbon. He
was then Prince George, "seeing the
world" and having all sorts of experi
ences, delightful and absurd. At Lis
bon a great review was held In his
honor.
During the passage of the army
Prince George's horse became unruly,
and the crowd, edging nearer, made the
situation an uncomfortable one. Tbe
prince spoke to his steed, at first
gently and then forcibly, but without
avail. Then be gave up, and exclaimed
"Oh, you poor brute! I suppose you
don't understand Englisb, and I can't
talk to you In Portuguese."
The borse curveted again, and the
prince was nearly unseated. Then be
beard a voice within a yard of him
say, In perfect English:
"Pardon me, your royal highness,
but- perhaps I can be of some assist
a nee."
Tbe prince looked around, and saw
a youth In tbe black gown and shovel
bat of an English college. In his sur
prise be exclaimed:
"And who are you?" '
'1 am an -Englishman, studying here
at the English college, your royal high
ness, and I thought If you would allow
me to abuse your borse In Portuguese,
it might quiet him, and Incidentally re
lieve your royal hlgbness's feelings."
They tried the plan, and It worked
admirably. Tbe horse, hearing a lan
guage he knew, linbtbed a few Ideas
from It, and concluded to profit by
them.
More Than Bis Share.
Terence, a lusty, good-natured Irish
man, was one of a number of work
men employed In erecting a new build
ing. The owner of the building, who
knew him, said to blm one day:
"Terry, didn't you tell me once .that
a brother of yours Is a bishop?''
"Yls, sor."
"And yon are a hod-carrier! The
good things of this life are not equally
divided, are they, Terry?"
"No, sor," rejoined Terence, should
erlng bis bod and starting np the lad
der with It "Poor felly! He couldn't
do this to save his lolfe!"
Birth Rats la Massachusetts.
Tbe birth rate among the foreign
born In Massachusetts is fifty-two mt
l.OuO; among the na ive b in it I. ('
rnteen.
AN OLD-FASHIONED GARDEN. . I
Strange, is it not? She waa making her
garden, I
Planting tbe old-fashioned flowers that
day ,
Bleeding hearts tender and bachelor's
the seeds In the old-fashioned
way.
Just in the old-fashioned way, too, our
quarrel
Grew, until angrily the set me frei
Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the
two of us
Ordaining bachelor's buttons for me.
Strange, was it not? But teed a planted
in anger
Sour in tbe earth and, ere long, a de
cay
Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted
the buttons,
And we were wed In the old-fash
ioned way.
Frank Leslie's.
REDDY'S PLUCK
EVERAL of us were seated
JS) around a table in the Manila
Club, talking about war and
feats of daring, as men are wont to
talk when some of their number are
still In khaki and campaign hats, with
tbe smell of powder on their clothes,
Although there was still plenty of
fighting going on within a few miles
of Manila, the stories were mostly of
days long gone by, and bad acquired
a certain unnatural luster by dint of
frequent usage. It Is curious how
men will crane their necks and strain
their eyes toward the past in order to
find proof of tbe hardiness which
every day they pass by unnoticed In
the men around them. One man went
so far as to suggest: "There Isn't any
chance the way we fight nowadays
for a man to show any Individual
nerve; he Is simply a machine, and
medals are distinctly out of place."
"Medals may be out of date, old
man," said Captain 01dsbon!h, "but
the sort of thing that won the med
als Is happening all. along tbe line. I
had a young corporal In my company
when I was on duty down In Tayabas
Province, who bad tbe 'kind of sand'
that one doesn't even read about of
ten. He was a boy about 21 years
old from a factory town In Connecti
cut, where I think be worked In a bat
shop. There wasn't one bit of ro
mance or dasb about bim; be had
washed-out red hair and freckles,
stood about five feet four In his shoes,
aud weighed about one hundred and
twenty pounds. He never bad any
thing to say for himself, and I
shouldn't have noticed him except for
bis silent manner and the quiet, thor
ough way In. which be attended to all
his duties. I can't remember bjs name,
but the men all called him 'Reddy.'
"We bad been In the field about
three weeks, and the fighting had all
been with small bands of guerillas,
who kept us constantly on the alert
The rainy season bad come on, and
several of the men were suffering
from dysentery; the cholera made us
very cautious of what we ate, and
even mangoes and bananas were for
bidden fruit We were far from com
fortable, and If a runn bad any yellow
In him, I promise you It showed. Well,
'Reddy' was never known to kick
about anything; several times I knew
of bis doing work for his 'bunkle.'
"We bad been harassed for several
days by a Btnall band of natives who
had been following us at a safe dis
tance and taking a chance-shot at any
who happen to straggle. I decided
that it was best to detail a squad of
reliable men to follow this party, and
once for all rid ourselves of their un
welcome presence. Accordingly I se
lected sixteen men under a sergeant,
placed 'Reddy' second In command,
and sent them off with a few hours'
provisions. They had with them two
native guides who soon got on the
track of the enemy, and a weary
inarch of five hours began. Part of
Jbe way the walking was through
very heavy underbrush and bamboo
forests, so dense In parts that the men
had to walk In single file, aud an un
expected 'nolo' rush would probably
have finished the whole party before
a shot could have been fired. Part of
the way lay through deserted rice pad
dles and tobacco fields, where the trop
ical sun burned fiercely when tbe rain
was not pouring down In torrents.
With the exception of one small vil
lage, whose Inhabitants professed
themselves 'Amlgos, and a few stray
carabao,' they saw not a living thing.
"Finally, toward dusk, the 'party
came on a smau crees, wnose Danics
were covered for some fifty yards on
both sides with a heavy dense growth
of reeds and broad-leafed palms. No
sooner was the middle of this creek
reached than the men were surround
ed by the band they were In search
of. Instead, however, of finding twenty-five
or thirty guerillas, as they had
expected, the enemy numbered about
100. Order waa given to charge for
the open. A short, sharp fight fol
lowed, and my men found themselves
In the open, pumping away for dear
life with Ave of their number lying
somewhere between them and the
creek. About twenty-five yards fur
ther on stood a single nepa shack,
which the Filipinos bad used as a
sort of arsenal This shack was their
only refuge, and another determined
charge brought them to It On the
way another man was killed and 'Red
dy' was shot through the Intestines.
By sheer nerve be managed to get In
the but which was built on tiles about
Ave feet from the ground; the ten men
remaining made openings In the bam
boo walls of tbe shack, and began a
long, steady fight 'Reddy' quietly
told the sergeant that be had been
shot but that he waa still strong
enough to help the men load. So be
and three men loaded while the others
kept up a constant Are for over an
hour. After this time tbe enemy's ar
dor was somewhat cooled, though our
party had to keep constantly on the
alert Then 'Reddy' crawled noise
lessly to a corner and laid down on
bis back. The Filipino line waa so
closely drawn that our men could not
possibly risk a dash for the creek.
Their water supply was soon gone,
and the poor lltte corporal must have
suffered the tortures of a damned
soul; but not once did he call for drink
or ask any one to turn blm over or
try to ease his position. The rest of
the men were almost dead from ex
haustion, and each man took his turn
walking about the shack aud kicking
his companions to keep them awake.
"The next morning at daybreak the
Filipinos became more active again,
and it looked for a while as though
tbe little fort must be taken. Through
all these stifling hours, 'Reddy' breath
ed on quietly. The little room was
filled with smoke and splinters of
bamboo, the roof had leaked and tbe
floor waa soaking, and the crashing of
rifles and singing of bullets never for
an Instant abated. Finally at noon
the shooting subsided, and one of the
men discovered a small spring about
twenty yards from the bouse. Driven
to desperation, a sortie was effected,
and tbe men returned with some wa
ter. 'Reddy' was given his share like
the rest, and the men told me after
ward they never saw such a look of
gratitude on a man's face before. Aft
ernoon bad drawn on and the party
bad been twenty-four hours on water
and hardtack. The men then realized
that the poor boy's end was near, aud
one of them was detailed to care for
blm and ease his last hours as much
as possible. 'Reddy' protested that he
was all right, and Insisted that the
fellow go back to what he called the
firing line. 'Never mind me, old man,'
he said, 'get back to the firing line
and stay there,' and for several hours
longer the little chap lay dying with
out a murmur.
"Toward 6 in the evening 'Reddy'
called a man to bis side; be was so
weak he couldn't talk above a wills
per, and the man saw be was dying.
'I guess it's all up now,' said the little
corporal, 'and I wish you would say
a prayer for me, 'cause I was always
used to It at home.' Tbe comrade
knelt down, and with his bead close
to the wounded man's (for the firing
was still sharp), he repeated the
Lord's Prayer. And then 'Reddy'
peacefully closed bis eyes and let his
head fall back without a sound. We
found the party about twenty-eight
hours after they had been ambushed,
and eight of them were still alive.
For some time after Oldsborough bad
finished nothing could be heard but
the even swing of the punkah over
our beads, and then some one said,
"Heroes don't always wear the white
plume of battle, do they?" New York
Evening Post
FOES TO CONTAGIOUS ILLS.
Onions and Lemons Are Preventive
of Many Disagreeable Maladies.
When a mere lad I bad often heard
It said that the eating of onions aud
lemons was a protection against cou
taglous diseases, and when about 18
years of age I had an opportunity to
test them for myself. I had spent the
winter In the city of New Orleans,
where, In the spring, yellow fever of a
virulent type made Its appearance,
causing an urgent demand for nurses,
and having faith In wbat I bnd heard
of the protective power of onions and
lemons I' concluded to take what my
friends called a ghastly risk and made
application at the "Common Street
Hospital" for a pqsltlon as nurse, was
accepted and entered at once upon a
line of duty, in commencing which 1
began the use of raw onions and lem
ons, alternating weekly with leiuoni
always taking tbetn just before going
to bed.
I took no other remedy, although
medicine was provided every morning
for all attaches. At the expiration of
the tenth week I was no longer necd.d
and left In as vigorous health as when
I entered the hospital.
On taking my departure I was re
mhided by the head physician that
his medicine had proliulily preserved
my health. Nevertheless, a number of
nurses and attaches bad died of the
fever, despite his vaunted lurdlca
ability. Before leaving the Institution
I acquainted, the doctor with the fact
I had not used bis medicine, but had
relied solely upon my onion-lemon
treatment, when he said It was a won
der that It bnd not killed me, and If It
hud that I deserved It.
During our Civil War I had a sim
ilar experience with smallpox cases In
Washington, D. C, finding the onion
and lemon a perfect protection' to my
self and many of my associates. Med
leal Talk.
Actios; the Part.
"Now, Henry," said tbe bride, "I
want you to understand distinctly that
I do not wish to be taken for a bride.
I am going to act exactly as If I were
an old married woman. So, dearest,
do not think me cold and unloving if
I treat you very practically when there
Is anybody by."
"I don't believe I can pass for an
Old married man," said Henry. "I am
so fond of you that I am bound to
ahow it I am sure to betray myself.'
"No, you mustn't. It's easy enough
And I Insist that you behave Just like
all old married men do. Do you
hear?"
"Well, darling. I'll try, bat I know
I shall not succeed."
On the first evening of their arrival at
their hotel the bride retired, and the
groom fell In with a whist party, with
whom be sat playing cards until 4
o'clock In the morning. His wife spent
the weary hours In weeping. At last he
turned up and met bis grief-stricken
bride with the hilarious question.
Well, ain't I doing the old married
man like a daisy?"
She never referred to the subject
again, and everybody In future knew
that they had just been married.
Plate Glaea.
"Good morning," said tbe old gentle
man, "I'd like to look over your spec
tacles to see "
"Good idea!" Interrupted the fresh
clerk, who bad been told be could
leave at the end of tbe week. "You
can see just as well by looking over
them as through them." Philadelphia
Public Ledger.
Somehow a pouy Impresses us as un-
fa
vorably aa dwarf man In a side
show.
If a man has no reputation to lose
he can afford to ignore public opinion.
GEO. P. MM,
i Successor to K. L. Smith,
.atabliihed House in the valley -I
DEALER IN
Dry Goods, Groceries,
Boots and Shoes,
Hardware, .
Flour and Feed, etc.
Thin old-eftablished house will cou
tinue to pay cash for all it goods; it
pays no rent; it employs a clerk, but
does not have to divide with a partner.
All dividends are made with customer!
n the way of reasonable prices.
Lumber
Wood,
Posts, Etc.
Davenport Bros.
Lumber Co.
Have opened an office in Hood River.
Call and get prices and leave orders,
which will be promptly filled.
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Steamer leaves Portland dally (except Sun
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steamer leaves The Dalles dally (except Jun
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riving Portland 6 p. lu.
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daily (except Sunday) 6 a. m., arrives The
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rives Cascade Locks 6 p.m.
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m., for Cascade Locks and return, affording an
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scenery of the Columbia river.
Excellent meals served op all steamers. Fine
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