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111 The Contrabandist II or THE II One Life's Secret! Ell CHAPTER ITMContlnued.) Rom was very proud of her flowers, and she lored them, too. Tbii morning h bid brought the first of the rare white roses which bad opened io the warm sunshine on her favorite tree. She was continuing ber way, when a shadow fell across the sunlit path, and startled ber. Raising her head, she beheld her cousin Gasparde. "Good morning, Mademoiselle Rose," be said. Carelessly and briefly she returned his aalutatlon, and was hurrying on to es cape from his unwelcome presence, when be laid his hand on her arm. "Stop a moment, Cousin Rose; I want to ask you a question. I came over to the cottage a moment ago, and found neither your father nor yourself at home. I wanted to see him on business. I caught sight of you coming along the road here, and so hurried on to overtake you to ask you where be Is." "He is at the. house of neighbor An toiue, I believe," answered Rose, coldly; "at least, be said be was going there. But let me go, if you please, Gasparde," and he slipped ber arm away from his band, whose lightest touch was disagreeable to ber "let me go; I am In a great hurry. I am going to the chateau." "O, are you?" be said, coldly; "then I will accompany you as far as neigrbor Antoine's, where I may meet your fath er. One always likes company on so lonely a road as this." He walked on by ber side, whistling some gay air from time to time; but he did not speak again for a long while. Rose was In dread lest the subject of dis cussion which had arisen between them the night before should be renewed. But he kept on, whistling and meditating by turns, without recurring to it; and hop ing, as they went on, that he did not mean to trouble her with It again, she began to feel somewhat relieved. At length, however, be stopped whist ling and glanced down at his compan ion's face. "They say the Count d'Artols has ar rived at the chateau, he remarked. Rose was silent, though she saw some rejoinder was expected. "I suppose there will be gay doings there now," he went on, seeing that she did not mean to speak; "for the count Is a gay man, and not a very good one, either," he added, maliciously, though he knew nothing whatever of the count's character. "People tell that he Is a great spendthrift." N Yet Rose was silent, though her cheeks grew hotter. It was nothing to her what character the gentleman might bear; for was she not almost an utter struuger to him? But she had seen him, and con ceived a good opinion of him, and" she was ashamed and indignant at Gas parde's mischievous, lil-uatured remarks. "Report says, too," continued Gas parde, "that he is about to marry his beautiful cousin. Mademoiselle Helen. The contract was made years ago. What do you think of all that, Cousin Rose?" for be was determined, by a direct ques tion, to make ber speak to him. "I think you are, very wicked and very disagreeable," she answered plainly, "in pulling other people's characters to pieces, and a gossip who meddles with other people's affairs. Fie on you, Gas parde! I am ashamed of you;" and Bhe hurried on. "Hard words hard words, Mademoi selle," said Gasparde, speaking in a care less tone, and biting his lips to conceal the vexation caused by ber sharp reproof; "but coming from such pretty lips, I nev er could take them for earnest in the world. Do you know, Cousin Rose, I have heard it said that a woman ever treats worst the man she best likes; so I take your hard handling for so many compliments, and feel quite flattered by them." Rose grew a little paler; but she neith er looked at nor answered him. And still she hurried on, glad that she was so near the end of her walk, for she bad almost reached the ascent to the chateau. "Well, cousin," said Gasparde, "I hope you have thought better of the offer which I made to yon last night." "No, nor ever shall," she answered, res olutely, though with a slight tremulous nesa of tone. "Tbat is a great pity; for I am resolv ed to have you, at all events, my dear, so you need not be shy. And now, there is another question still, Rose. I suppose you haven't seen this rascally young count of whom we have been speaking?" There was a sneer In his tone. His evil glance, In a sidelong direction, scan ned the young girl's countenance. "O, you won't tell, eh?" he said. "I suppose if I should ask a closer question, I might get you to talk. Was he at the cottage last night, or this morning?" "I will not tell you," she uttered, trem bling In every limb with fear and indig nation. And she attempted to spring up the path; but be seised her band and prevented ber. "Not so fast, my dear. I must keep you a little longer. Listen, now. I know he was there, although you have been very careful not to tell me; for the tracks of a horse's feet and a gentle man'a boots are in the soil outside, the latter belonging to the count, I am pret ty sure. I have his measure. But be won't come there again, mind that! Now, my pretty cousin, you may give ms a kiss." "Gasparde, let me go!" she cried. In terror and disgust, as he held her hand. "O, yon won't give me one, will you? Why, then, I must take it." "Must you? There are two words to tbat bargain, my man!" It was a light form that sprang out of the thicket by the wayside; a resolute voice that uttered these words; a grace ful arm with Iron force that laid the ras cal, at one stroke, prostrste on the earth. And Gasparde, lying at the feet of bis assailant, was almost insane with rage. He had seen that form, beard that voice, felt the weight of that arm, to his cost before. And Count Louis stood there quietly, as Gssparde rose again to bis feet, shak ing his clenched bsnd with muttered meaaces, and seemingly inclined to re turn the attack. "Come, you want some more, my fine fellow. I think," said the gentleman. "If that Is the case, I csa Bnish you as well now as any time. You deserve a sound thrashing, and I am quite willing to ad minister it Are you resdy to receive it?" The man gave a vengeful glance, an other warning with that clenched hand, and, turning, walked rapidly down the ascent, without uttering a word. The count looked after him an instant, and then joined Rose, who. with blended fear and interest, had watched this brief en. "la, monsieur, I thank you very much!" she said, gratefully, as he ad vanced towards her. . "And I am very glad that I happened to be near," he returned, with a frank smile, "to chastise the insolent fellow. Why, be was over-bold, Rose! Who is he?" "A worthless cousin of mine, mon sieur," replied Rose, "who has under taken to annoy me occasionally of late. I hope his well-deserved pimishment will teach him better manners for the fu ture." "I hope so; but it will be best to be ware of him now. You must keep, as much as possible, out of his way." "That I have always done, monsieur. But he has never been so daring before." "I think I beard him mention me, Rose. What did he say?" asked the young count. Rose Lamonte blushed slightly, as sha replied. "Herald that you should never com to the cottage again." "Ah, yes; I heard It; I remember now. And be knew of my visit by the foot prints? He must havs been watching me closely. Yet, where could he have seen me? I only completed the journey from Lyons last night." The good marquis was atanding on the terrace steps as they went up. "Good morning, my child," he said, kindly to Rose. "Out so early with your roses?" She smiled. "Yes, monsieur; and they are very fine ones. See!" "Yea, indeed. And you have brought a rare supply of them. But, after all, you will carry back more than you bring. Your walk has done you good, I see;" and he smilingly stroked ber damask cheek, to which the exercise, and a little excitement together, had indeed brought the sweetest of roses. Coloring still more deeply, our heroine, with laughing eyes, ran up the steps, and disappeared within the entrance of th chateau. The young count related to his uncle the incideut which had occurred during his morning's ramble. The good marquis listened with interested attention, and strongly evinced sympathy. "The rascal!" he said, indignantly, a he heard of Gasparde's rudeness. "I am glad you gave him a suitable correction. That fellow marry Rose!" "It is to be supposed that her father will resent his insolence." "O, undoubtedly undoubtedly, Louis. He is a stern man, that Hugh Lamonte, and will teach Gasparde his business af ter this. He is a strange, stern man, si lent and reserved, and almost a hermit, as one might say. He seldom leaves home; works In his little garden, and tills the thrifty patch of soil adjoining it from morning till night, or cuts in the forest the wood which Is to serve for his win ter's fuel, and often a load to carry to the town on market days, with the pro duce from his land, as may not be requir ed for his own use. He has, I think, no enemies; yet he seems disinclined to court the friendship of any, though the few neighbors about him, among the farm houses, are kindly disposed toward him, and every one of them loves little Rose. He is apart from them a distant charac ter." "And a peculiar one, from your descrip tion." "Precisely. He lives a peasant's life, and wears a peasant's garb, and yet he can assume ay, and be does, at times, the bearing of a very king. The bi'illity of his position Is belied by the splm and demeanor of the mnu. He is uncommuni cative, distant, almost haughty, toward ull others; to his child, be is the tender est, most affectionate of parents." "You interest me, uncle. How long have you known this man?" "He came into the neighborhood some twelve or thirteen years ago, and settled In the place where he dwells at present, remote from every other habitation. His wife, It is supposed, or has been gather ed from some remarks made by blm or Rose, was desd. Rose herself was then a little creature of, perhaps, three or four years. A peasant be may be by birth, but I cannot treat blm like one. I con fess, be perplexes me." "I do not marvel at It. What a mys tery the man must be! I have the great est curiosity to behold him." "That you will doubtless do, sooner or lates, though it will be with difficulty, I think, that you will obtain communica tion with him. But here comes our Rose of the wilderness." And, as he spoke, the young girl ap peared at the door. "Uncle," said Louis, "I must go back with aer, to see her safely to the end of ber way. She may meet that Insolent fellow again." "You are right,' my dear boy you aro right," returned the marquis. Louis could not help observing how much more beautiful, if possible, looked Rose this morning, thsn when be bad first seen ber, although, even then, it was as if be had suddenly com upon some lovely picture touched with the warmest coloring and most perfect grace of the painter's art "How pretty she Is!" thought the count; "and she is only sixteen." And it was not ber face alone tbat was thus charming, as be shortly found, nor the Innate grace of her manner; for Rose Lamonte possessed quick and deli cate perceptions, a refined love of the beautiful, and a mind cultivated to a de gree extremely unusual in one of her sta tion, yet scarcely surprising la hrr. For both her father and Mademoiselle Mon tauban had taken paina to improve a nat urally fine Intellect that expanded daily with the car bestowed upoa It; aid Louis was more deeply gratified than be could express, on recognising this mental worth, combined, as it was, with such physical perfection. A brief walk H was from the chateau to the cottage. So, at least it seemed to the count H smiled as they reached the door. "How coor we ar hereP he said. "I think the d'ttaac mnst hav beea esti mated IncoTectly. I think we bav beea hardly half aa hoar in coming. Is your father at Some, Rose?" He wa not there. Louis did not go in, but std aa instant by the door and looked atout him. "What pleassnt llttl plac this Is!" said he. "Rose, I should like to tak a sketch cf It som day, with you sittiag just here la the sunshine la the doorway, at work." He paused a moment longer; beat to inhale the fragrance of the mignonette la its box oa the window ledge, aad tkea turned U bis pi-itf companion again. "Adieu, my littie friend." He touched ber hand in a half-assured clasp. "Adieu, monsieur. You have been very good to come so fa with me." "It was a pleasure." He smiled, turn ed away, and was gone. And Rose, after a moment's thought ful glance at his receding figure, went in, and prepared her father's dinner against bis return. "I will have no Insolence, Gasparde, mind that! You will keep away from Rose In the future. She detests you, and your language and conduct of this morn ing fully justify ber In so doing. I warn yon. You know my character; beware of arousing me by a repetition of this." Hugh Lamonte, at suuset, bad been standing at his door, and Gasparde, re turning to his home beyond the forest from the village, where he bad passed the day, was obliged to pause on the path leading past the cottage, to receive the stern reprimand of the former. He feared Hugh; he could not escape, by a display of bis nsual bravado, the bitter severity of Hugh's words, and, in these circumstances, his last resort was a sul len silence, which Indicated the spirit la which he received them. "Do not come hither again. Keep where you belong, among your fellows. I shall be there to-night, at the rendezvous. And It will be near the last time, to give you orders. I must clear my hands of this business soon. I im getting sick of It." "Getting sick of it, is he?" muttered the fellow to himself. "Good! I shall have a rare iweep of it, when I get af fairs under my management. You will abdicate, monsieur, In my favor. Excel lent!" "Go," said Hugh Lamonte, coldly, at length, as be looked up once more "go; It is sufficient the lesson which I hear the count has taught you this morning; otherwise, you would receive from mo now something more serious than the re proof 1 have given you. Go!" And be turned and went into the cottage, shut ting the door behind him. "Oh, I will pay you finely won't I, monsieur?" muttered Gasparde, between his clenched teeth, and making a menac ing motion towards the direction. "And the count, too. I have a reckoning with both of you, a long one. Never fear but I will pay It well; and then for my pret ty Rose, of whom you are so jealous!" (To be continued.) "LONG-DISTANCE SIGN TALK. Smoke Pillars aad Fiery Arrows Wera Indian Metho Is of Common cat on. Talking by smoke was one of tbe means of communication upon the American plains In the early days of travel. This kind of talk soon became Intelligible to tbe traveler, so tbat be understood tbe significance of the spires of smoke which be sometimes saw rising from a distant ridge or bill, and answered In kind from a different direction. It was tbe signal talk of tbe Indians across miles of Intervening country, and was used lu rallying tbe warriors for an attack, or In warning them of a retreat when tbat seemed necessnry. The. Indian had a way of sending up tbe smoke in rings and puffs, knowing that such a column would at once be noticed and understood to be a signal, and not the smoke from some ordinary camp-fire. Tbe rings were made by covering the fire with a blanket for a moment, then suddenly removing tbe blanket and al lowing the smoke to ascend, when the Uro wns Instantly covered up again. The column of ascending smoke rings said to every Indian within a circle of perhaps twenty or thirty miles; "Look out, there is an enemy near." A writer In the Chicago Tribune ex plains that three smokes built close to gether meant danger. One smoke sim ply said, "Attention." Two meant, "Camp at this place." To one who lias traveled upon the plains tbe usefulness of this long-distance telephone becomes at once ap parent. Sometimes at nlgbt tbe trav eler saw fiery lines crossing the sky, shooting up and falling, perhaps taking a direction diagonal to the Hue of vi sion. If be was an old-timer he might In terpret tbe signals, and know that one fire-arrow- an arrow prepared by treat ing tbe head of the shaft with gun powder and fine bark meant tbe same as tbe column of smoke puffs, namely, "An enemy Is near." Two fire-arrows meant "Danger." Three arrows said, j "This danger Is great." Several ar- rows suld, "Tbe enemy are too many tut Un "v hi Lun a duu, 11 1' IIIIV IUO air at once meant, "We shall attack." ' Three at once said, "We attack now." I Thus the untutored savage could tele phone as well at night as by day. ATCHISON GLCBE LIGHTS. Comment on Everyday Matters by aa Orlclnal Genius. The longer a woman has been mar ried the smaller the knot of balr oa the back of ber bead. Young people long to uncover the fu ture, bat In a few years they lose this desire In trying to cover up the past We have noticed that the mosquito that sings soprano Is always more fierce and hungry than those tbat sing tenor or bass. Many a man Is charged with unkind nesa to bis wife because she baa worked herself Into a hnggard state getting up a church entertainment. There Isn't much said In a marriage service, but almost everything the man wants to do for the balance of bis life bis conscience reminds him that be promised not to do at the wedding. We have heard It said lately that aa old man should kiss only old women. You night as well say that an old man should select ouly withered, over-ripe cantaloupes, or little old apples that are dried up. The woman who owns a silk petticoat Is the object of some envy, but the envy that stays by one all day, and sits on one's pillow at night Is felt ouly for the woman who manages to keep her spare rooms rented. The older women speak of a girl of seventeen as being a mere child but when married man considers her as nothing but a prattling babe, and kisses ber as such, what a howl Is raised be cause be kissed a grown young woman! When a girl gets married all her wo men kin busy themselves with her wedding outfit and see that she baa the proper number of skirts, etc., with the proper amount -of trimming on every article. But does anyone go with the groojs to buy his -wedding clpthes? Does bis mother or sister pick out a ruffled pajama, and does any one ever know If bis wedding socks are pairs? Isn't It a fact that tlie bridegroom gets great deal of noz Uvti -H"r ! i Why Lucretia ANGETY! Bangety! Baug! q "Tbat mop again i- gruaueu Davis Herron. fixing his wife with an irritable eye as bo sat back despairingly In bis easy chair, spread ing tbe Evening Banner over bis knees with nervous fingers. "I'm sorry, Davis," aaid apologetic little Mrs. Herron, "It does eem an Impossibility for Lucretia to da any thing quietly." Her husband gave a disapproving grunt. 'Tity!" be remarked audibly, "I bouirht this farm to have a little quiet; that what I bought It for. I come out of town to rest my nerves, and what do I get? I hire a farmer to run the place; I give you money for help; I do everything I can, and I'm not considered a bit. Next Sum mer" his high bald bead abook warn lngly. "I've done my best," returned Cor nelia Herron. "No town servant will stay out here. , We are fortunate to get Lucretia Woods, I aay." Davis gave a wee smile of concilia tion. When his. unusually meek better half allowed tbat metallic note to creep Into her soft voice' and pinched on ber eye glasses, It was time to smile. "Of course, of course," be made haste to say. "But, my dear, you see how It affects me." "And I do more work than I like to," went on Mrs. Herron, taking advant age. "If Fancy cared for housework we should get along nicely. I get ev ery bit I can out of Lucretia. She Isn't a regular domestic, you know. Her father has a farm of bis own, and wants her to come borne. Nothing but my entreaties Induced the girl to help us out. I wish she wouldn't treat matters so lightly, thougb. She doesn't mind anything and " But Mr. Herron bad wisely resumed tbe perusal of bis paper, while tbe clatter of dishes In the nearby kitchen and tbe bearty strains of song lu ac companiment beset his abused ears. Then help one another, boys, Do It with a will, eang Lucretia, and It was plainly evi dent that tbe vocalist was doing thing with a will. Twenty years before Davis Herron. then a clerk In tbe savings bank at R I vert on, had decided tbat bis dream of repose lay In a tiny farm two miles from the village. This Idea had never left blm. Now the village was a large and flourishing town, aud he was treas urer of the bank with a good salary, and the savings of years. Tbe farm was bis at last, and tbat very Spring be bad taken possession with bis wife and daughter, to enjoy his dream, driving to and from bis place of business with tbe air of a landed proprietor. Alas! tbe dream at times was of tbe nightmarish description. An Ideal spot was this little farm of a few acres, with Its pretty comfortable dwelling and the old-fashioned bain; tbe brook singing through the meadow and the beautiful background of bills. They all loved It. Davis, Cirnslia, aud even Fancy, their only and much spoil ed daughter, a pretty Indolent girl of twenty-one, whose particular admirer, Albert Meltt n, suddenly developed an inordinate Interest In farm affairs and a taste for the exercise of walking. Albert was a comparatively new star on tbe Herron horizon, but a bright one, being a young man of Industry and prospects. So be was made wel come and appe.ir d wltb regul r ty on J very blgb collars, but ss yet bad made no especial sign of matrimonial In terest. For the rest of hlra, he was of a rather serious mien and good looking, a fascinating combination. Sympathizing de.ply with the agri cultural woes of the now arous d Her ron, be also lent a kindly ear to the domestic snarls which began with the almost Immediate departure of the old and tried Bridget, to be succeeded by two lncompentents, and -at present endlug In the tolls of Lucretia, a late and bustling mixture of noise and ability. "Melton," Davis had said confident ly, "I'd rather run a bauk than a farm. I declare I would. Of course I know all about It, have studied tho.e subjects for years, and yet everything depends upon conditions. Wlun we need rain, It shines; when we need sun, It rains. I Instruct my farmer, be disagree!; I command him, be tells me fo go run tbe bank. Says things will come up when they get ready. An excellent man and laborious, but not respectful. What would you do?" "I'd let blm alone," replied Abert, laughing. "But It's my farm. Well, then I drive out the afternoon for rest and a pleasant reposeful evening, and my wife says, 'Oh! dear, tbla baa been a bard day.' Tbat Isn't pleasant, and tbe girl we have now doesn't do a thing but bang so tbat I can't read. Nice girl, you understand, only terribly noisy. I'm a nervous man, Melton. What would you advise?" "I'd let them alone," said Albert again. "You'll get some noise where ever you go. One would think, though, with three women, household affairs In so small an establishment might be cleared up by night and give you a chance to read In peace." "I should think so. Mrs. Herron 1 a splendid housekeeper; tbat la she lays out work finely and keepa the girls right at It. Can't do much herself. She la sort of mild but keeps pecking at 'em. We have two In tbe Winter, but out In this bit of a Summer home there la nothing to do." Melton looked at him as he sat smok ing complacently. "Enough!" be thought. "So the old lady la the peck ing kind, eh? I shouldn't have ins pected It" "Fancy feeds ber birds and has ber music, bri.de much reading and some correspondence. She never bas time for tbrse household matters; bate such things, anyway, and w don't care to hav her do that sort of work," went on Davla. pleasantly. "Lncretla tried to break her In, but no. I overheard them and bad to mile. Said tbe girl: 'Miss Fancy, feeding bird wont bring yon a husband. You ought to learn to feed men. Maybe yon won't get one Went Home -1rHr If you don't.' 'Let him marry the cook, then, sa;d Fancy. Pretty good answer, wasn't It?" Herron chuckled and half winked at bis companion. "Guess there's no danger of ber being an old maid," be whispered knowingly. But the other went borne early that evening and during bis call wai un usually silent. Neither did be appear for several days. It was a warm Saturday afternoon when be walked np tbe path between the rose bushes and espied tbe fair Miss Herron cosily settled In the ham mock. Her greeting was dreamily ef fusive. Albert suspected a recent nap." "Get a cbalr and sit down by me," be Invited. "This Is tbe coolest place I could find. Where have you been?" "Ob! busy, and It's hot to tramp over. I told your father I would come to day." "Yes, be said be saw you. I hope next week you will not be so busy and that It will be cooler." She smiled up at him. "How Is your business?" she asked brightly. "Good. I'm gaining but It's slow work. I have to figure pretty close. Nowadays, It coats a lot to live and have many comforts, not to speak of luxuries." The girl In the hammock looked thoughtfully away across the warm meadows. Her delicate eyebrow lift ed a trifle. "I beard father say that be believed 'THAT mop AO am!" GROANED DAVIS HEHRON. you would be a very successful bust ness man some day," she murmured. "Some day I hope to be," he replied, and there was a 1 ug pause, In which a clattering In tbe kitchen became un pleasantly audible. Then from an upper window quav ered a complaining voice, "Lucretia!" "Yes'm." "Did you sweep the dining room?" "Yes'm." "Have you dusted tbe book and cleaned the silver?" "No'm, haven't had time yet. I'm makin' muffins." "Well, do It before nlgbt, won't you?" "I'll tryi Tbe berries 'bad to be all picked over." The loud, cheerful voice bad a tired ring. Presently, after a bush, something appear; d to have been let loose In the rear of the house. A great clanging of pans aud shoving of chairs, then a not unmelodlous outburst: "Never give up when trials come, Never grow sad and blue " "Oh! my, but I'm most dead with the heat!" Interpolated. "And never sit down with a tear and a frown, But pad" Thump! Silence. "Sat down, I guess," exclaimed Fancy, laughing. "Why? What! Wait!'' But Melton bad torn around the corner. The girl was In a dead faint upon the floor when he reached ber. A curse broke from bis Hps as be snatched a dipper of water and pushed the plump figure face upward. The deadly pal lor could not hide Its beauty and re fined lines. "Poor little girl!" he breathed, brokenly. 'Toor little girl!" Then he went to work. Her brown eyes were big with won de-r as be left her In the care of the two women, wbo seemed not to know what to do. "It may be that I won't be back!" be said sh rply. "I am going up the mountain to see ber father." Two hours later a farm wagon drove hastily Into the Herron yard. Out jumped a big man, grizzled and of respectable attire. "I've come for my darter," he an nounced, and bis facial expression fore- bade contradiction. "Fuuny tbat young Melton sh u!d be so taken up with Lucretia Woods. I bear people say they are going to be married," observed Davis Herron to bis spouse three months after this ep isode. "But then tbe Woods are ex cellent stock, if they are poor. I bad a notion at one time tbat Albert was after our Fancy." "Oh! no," replied Cornelia, sternly, "He was not at all suitable. A very ordinary person and no manners what ver. Why, be has never called here sine Lucretia went home." The Housewife. A Llfe-SavIng Order. Many years ago the American war ship Delaware came near foundering off tbe coast of Sardinia while luffing through a heavy squall during a morn ing watch. Tbe "unauthorised letting go of tbe fore sheet" alone saved tbe hip from going down wltb 1,100 souls on board. The first lieutenant, after ward Commodore Tbomaa W. Wyman, with difficult climbing succeeded In reaching the quarter deck, where, anatchlng tbe trumpet from the offi cer In charge, bla first order, given In a voice beard distinctly fore and aft, was "Keep clear of the paint work!" This command to hundreds of human being packed In the lee scuppers like aardtnea In a bos instantly restored them to order and prevented a panic, they naturally feeling tbat if at such a time, wltb a tin of battle ahtp on ber beam ends clean paint work was of paramount Importance their condition could not be a serious one. Silence la u excellent remedy for gossip. AUFU3 YOUNQ. A Mai Who Passed Bla Life la Steal' ing Horses. Tbe career of Rufua Young, tbe borse tblef who died at tbe Rutland coun ty Jail yesterday, aay the Rutland Herald, Is typical enough to be more than a curiosity. It Is no sporadic case. Years ago In New York State be ran a hotel; but tbla was only bis vocation. His vocation waa tbat of a borse thief. Hta hotel was only a Ida Issue. He was tbe leader of a gang of men who picked up other peo ple's borse and sold them. It could hardly be aaid that Young bad a pas sion for making money. He never made any amount of money at stealing borse, and be spent at least thirty two years of bis life In prison as a penalty for plying bis trade. He sim ply bad a propensity for taking horses wherever found. He probably never tried to break Into a Jewelry store nor a bank, nor was he ever known to bold up a lonely traveler or to adroitly "touch a man's leather for bis money." Young was after horses, and he wanted to sell them, too, the mo ment he captured one. He finished a twenty-two year term In prison less than two months ago, and probably balf a dozen times between tbat and bis death be broke Into barn In search of hone. - W would lay tbat Young waa men tally lick. We do not think that be waa amenable to religious Instruction. So far as horses are concerned, he bad no sense of right and wrong. He was beyond tbe Influence of prayer or mor al tuition. He needed a doctor rather than a minister. Why should be not have been placed In a hospital for In curables rather than In a prison? Scientists tell us tbat tbe criminal Im pulse runs in families. Young's dis ease, If we may so term It, may have been a case of atavism, a revival or recrudescence of a criminal disposi tion that could be traced back to bis ancestors. In tbat event tbe person to punish would be Young's great-grandfather, perhaps, and not him. He need ed medical treatment and care. We wonder whether the world will so de velop in wisdom on these matters that tbe Insane criminals will be eventually aeparated from tbe vicious and placed where tbey cannot harm tbe commu nity. Our Schools Must Be Sanitary The modern school Is nothing If not sanitary. It bas sanitary plumbing, sanitary ventilation, sanitary play grounds, and sanitary blackboards. And Its sanitary anxiety for Its pupils Is beyond all praise. Here Is a dialogue of the period, the speakers, of course, being teacher and scholar: "Tommy, have you been vaccinat ed?" "Yes, ma'am." "Have you had your vermiform ap pendix removed?" "Ye, ma'am." "Do you use sterilized milk?" "Yes, ma'am." "Is your home connected with tbe city sewer?" . "Yes, ma'am." "Have you shed all your milk teeth?' "All but one." "Have you a certificate of Inocula tion for the croup, cblcken-pox, and measles?" "Yes, ma'am." "Is your lunch put up In Dr. Koch's patent antiseptic dinner pall?" "Yes, ma'am." "Have you your own sanitary slate rag and disinfected drinking cup?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you wear a camphor bag round your throat, a collapsible life belt, am' Insulated rubber heels for crossing In trolley line?" "All of these." "Have you a pasteurized certificate of baptism?" "Yes, ma'am." "And a life Insurance, non forfeitable policy against the encroachments of old age?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then you may Jiang your cap on the Insulated peg set opposite your dis tinguishing number, climb into your seat, and proceed to learn along san itary line." Selected. Actually Retired. Joseph Jefferson Is sensitive on the ubject of bis retirement from tbe stage. To suggest farewells is to make blm nervous aud to receive a reply outwardly pleasant, but tinged with sharpness. But one reporter did succeed In getting ahead of blm. Tbe New York Times says that the veteran actor, during a tour In the South, found one morning In the paper a long and mysteriously worded arti cle, hinting at hli retirement. He made a complaint to the managing edi tor, who at once called In the reporter, and asked him Where he got tbe atory. "The city editor told me to see Mr. Jefferson," said the young man, "and ask him if be wa going to retire." "Well, did you see him?" "No, air. I tent up my card to his room, and It was returned to me with the word written on It: 'Mr. Jeffer son has retired.'" Then, goes the atory, the actor wbo aleep twenty years a night In Rip Van Winkle took the reporter out and bought htm a five-dollar bat In at Glass Hosts. Nothing displeases Dr. R. Ogden Doremu more than indistinct speak ing. He rarely falls to show his dis approval of It While lecturing at tbe city college recently, having occasion to ask a question of a student be re ceived a mumbled reply. 'H'm, h'm, b'm; h'm, b'm," mimics ed the urate professor. "Can't you peak so I can hear you? If you'v anything to aay, apeak out and don't mumble your words." I The answer waa a trifle disconcert ing. "I aaid," replied the tudent "tht I did not hear your question." Some people have such a disagree able memory tbat tbey can remind you of things yon did a thousand years ago. There are few things in this world more Irritating than a woman wltb a cooing vole. GEO. P. CROVELL, iSncceiwor to E. L. Smith, utabluhed Houw In the valley. DEALER IN Dry Goods, Groceries, Boots and Shoes, Hardware, Flour and Feed, etc. This old-established house will con tinue to pay cash for all it goods; it pays no rent; it employs a cierk, but does not have to divide with a partner. All dividends are made with customer in tbe 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. THE GLACIER Published Every Thursday $1.50 A YEAR. Advertising, 50 cents per inch, single column, per month; one-half inch or lees, 25 cents. Reading notices, 5 cents a line each insertion. THE GLACIER prints all the local news fit to print. When you see it in THE GLACIER you may know that others see it. REGULATOR ONE PORTLAND AND THE DALLES ROUTE All Way I aiding.. STEAMERS "BAII.EY GATZERT" "DAIXES CITY" "REGULATOR" "METLAKO" ( onnecting at Lyle, With., with Columbia River & Northern Railway Co. FOR Wshkeaen.. 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