Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 28 June 1901 — Page 11

CLYDE JOKES. J. B. MUHPHT.

Jones & Murphy,

Attorneys-at-Law.

Office with Judge Britton, over MoUett & Morgan's drug store, Crawfordsville, Ind.

Notary Public in Office.

NO LONG WAITS.

WeMiave Ave barbers arid, with our compressed air plant, shaving, shampooing and hair cutting becomes luxury. Hair tonics applied in a way that does the most good.

Y. M. C. A. Barber

Shop.

118 West Main St,

Goodyear Tires,

The most reliable rubber buggy tire made. I put them on right and do' all kinds of carriage and wagon blacksmlthing and repairing. Dick Newell does my painting. «J. I. MILLER. E.Main St., Opp. Robbins House., Crawfordsville 1

Reeves & Jones,

Lawyers and Ayenlx.

General law practice, real estate sold, monev loaned or prolltably invested, with abstracts of title at lowest price. Fire insurance on city and country property In home company. Bankruptcy law benefits explained, until its repeal soon, and claims of heirs against estates freely Investigated. Ofllce 130K east Main St., over American Clothiers.

Yoong Bros.

make their sale and feed barn their headquarters, the best facilities being present. We want to buy coach, draft and driving horses, and have 40 horses and mules and 20 farm mares for sale.

ALONZO YOUNG & CO..

212 N. Green St. Old Rink Barn.

Morgan & Wright

RUBBER TIRES.

Inferior to none on the market for wear and riding qualities. Put on only by

«J« L. PURSELL.

Lafayette Avenue.

See CAPT. H. B. SAYLER,

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...THE...

General Auctioneer,

Before Contracting Your Sale.

Write or telephone for dates. Telephone on line 20, free system, New Market, Ind.

"Central Grocery."

The Place forjStaple and Fancy

A complete line of fancy Cakes, Fruits, Cigars and Tobacco, and Candies. Also Price & Lucas Vinegars, consisting of four-year-old crab,white wine and pure cider.

Try our special brand of coal oil—no milky or smokyjflues. Lowest prices on best grade of flour in town. We boast not of our ioLesty above any other honest man, but come to our store and be convinced of our low prices, big weights and good goods. Respt.,

W. E. STRAIN.

DARLINGTON, IND.

Estate of George Johnson, deoeased. OTICE OF APPOINTMENT.

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Notice Is hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed and duly qualified as administrator with will annexed of the estate of George Johnson, Jate of Montgomery county, Indiana, deceased. Saiu estate Is supposed to be solvent. JOSEPHINE JOHNSON,

Administrator.

Dated June 20,1901—6-21-3t

Estate John W. Kirkpatrick, deceased. JyJ"OTICE OF APPOINTMENT.

Notice Is hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed and duly qualified as administrator of the estate of John W. Kirkpotrlck, late of Montgomery county, Indiana, deceased. Said estate Is supposed to be solvent.

WILLIAM H. WILSON, Administrator.

Dated June 20,1901—3t

Estate Joseph F. Tuttle, deceased. •J^OTICE OF APPOINTMENT.

Notice 1s hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed and duly qualified with will annexed of the estate of Joseph F. Tuttle, late pf Montgomery county, Indiana, deceased. Said estate Is supposed to be solvent.

CHARLES L. THOMAS. Admlnistia or.

Dated June 20, 1901—8t

j^OTICE TO HEIRS, CREDITORS, ETC.

In the matter of the estateof Susan F.Tipton, deceased, in the Montgomery circuit court, April term, 1901.

Notice is hereby given that Charles O. Routh, as administrator de bonus nen of the estate of Susan F. Tipton, deceased, has presented and filed its accounts and vouchers in final settlement, of said estato and that the same will come up for the examination and action of said circuit court on the 16th day of September, 1901, at which time all heirs, creditors or legatees of said estate are requl.ed to appear in said court and show cause if any there be, why said accounts and vouchers should not be approved, and the heirs and distributes of said estate are also notified to be in said court at the time aforesaid and make proof of heirship.

Dated this 19 th day of June, 1901. 6HARLES O. ROUTH, 6-212t Administrator, de bonus non.

ADMINISTRATOR'S SALE.

Notice is hereby given that James D. Wilson, administrator of the estate of George W. Shields, deceased, will on Monday, August 19, at 11 o'clock a. m., on 6aid land, situated in Cool Creek township, 1 mile north of Round Hill, and about 9 miles northwest of Crawfordsville, offer for sale at private sale to the highest bidder, the following desoribed real estate, towit: The northwest quarter of the Bouthwest quarter of section 24, township 20 north, range 5 west, containing 40 acres more or less, In Montgomery county, state of Indiana.

TBHM8.

One-half of the purchase price of said land to be paid cash in hand. A credit of nine months to be given for the balance of said purchase prioe. The purchaser to give his note for the same with interest at 6 per cent from date, and secured by first mortgage on said real estate, or all cash. JAMES D. WILSON, 6-21-3t Administrator.

I UNDER 1 TWO FLAGS

By "OUIDA.

l-rO'fOKK-Oi'

Cecil fell back in silence. With a swift warning glance at Rake, whose mouth was working and whose forehead was hot as lire, where he clinched his lion skin aud longed to be once free to pull his chief down as lions pull in the deatli spring, he went to his place at the farther end of the chamber and stood, keeping his eyes on the chess carvings lest the control which was so bitter to' retain should be broken if he looked on at the man who had been the curse and the antagonist of his whole life in Algeria. A voice woke him from his reverie. "Are those beautiful carvlngsyours?''

He looked up. and in the gloom of the alcove where he stood he saw a woman's eyes resting on him, proud, lustrous eyes, a little haughty, very thoughtful, yet soft withal as the deepest. hue of deep waters. He bowed to her with the old grace of manner that had so amused and amazed the little vivandierc. "Yes, madame they are mine." "Ah, what wonderful skill!"

She took the white king, an Arab sheik on his charger, in her hand and turned to those about her, speaking of its beauties and its workmanship in a voice low, very melodious, ever so slightly languid, that fell on Cecil's ear like a chime of long forgotten music.

He looked at her, at the gleam of the brilliant hair, at the arch of the proud brows, at the dreaming, imperial eyes. It was a face singularly dazzling, impressive and beautiful at all times, most so of all in the dusky shadows of the waving desert banners. "You have an exquisite art. They are for sale?" she asked him. She spoke with the careless, gracious courtesy of a grande dame to a corporal of chasseurs, looking little at him, much at the ivory kings and their mimic hosts of zouaves and Bedouins. "They are at your service, madame." "And their price?" Old habits vanquished he forgot who and where he now was. He bowed as in other days he had used to bow in the circle of St James'. "If—the honor of your acceptance, if you will deign to give that."

He forgot that he was not as he once had been. He forgot that he stood but as a private of the French army before an aristocrat whose name he had never heard. She turned and looked at him, which she had never done before, so absorbed had she been in the chessmen and "so little did a chasseur of the ranks pass into her thoughts. There was an extreme of surprise, there was something of offense, and there was still more of coldness in her glance, a proud, languid, astonished coldness of regard, though it softened slightly as she saw that he had spoken in all courtesy of intent. She bent her graceful, regal head. "I thank you. Tour very clever work can of course only be mine by purchase."

And with that she laid aside the white king among his little troop of ivory Arabs and floated onward with her friends. Cecil never moved till the echo of the voices and the cloud of the draperies and the fragrance of perfumed laces and the brilliancy of the staff officers' uniforms had passed away and left the soldiers alone in their cliambree. Those careless, cold words from a woman's lips had cut him deeper than the lash could have cut him, though it had bruised his loins and lashed his breast. They showed all he had lost. "What a fool I am still!" he thought as he made his way out of the barrack room. "I might have fairly forgotten by this time that I ever had the rights of a gentleman. I wonder if I shall never teach the Black Hawk that he may strike his beak in once too far?" he pondered with a sudden darker, graver touch of musing, and involuntarily he stretched his arm out and looked at the wrist supple as Damascus steel and at the muscles that were traced beneath the skin as he thrust his sleeve up.

He shook the thought off as he would have shaken a snake. It had a terri-

"They are at your service, madame." ble temptation—a temptation which he knew might any day overmaster him, and Cecil was resolute to follow the military religion of obedience enjoined In the service that had received him at his needs and to give no precedent in hisjown person that could be fraught With dangerous, rebellious allurement fer the untamed, chafing, redhot spirits for his comrades, for whom he knew insubordination would be ruin and death. Cecil had always thought very little of himself.

THE CRAWFORDSVILI.E WEEKLY JOURNAL.

HArTER VI.

fORPORAL VICTOR, Monsieur le Commandant desires you to present yourself at his quarters to

night at 10 precisely with all your carvings, above all with the chessmen." The swift, sharp voice of young officer of liis regiment wakened Cecil from ,his musing as he went on his way down the crowded, tortuous, stifling street. He had scarcely time to catch ilie sense of the words and to halt, giving the salute, before the chasseur's skittish little Barbary mare had galloped past liitu. Cecil involuntarily stood still. His face darkened. All orders that touched on the service, even where harshest and most unwelcome, he had taught himself to take without any hesitation till he now scarcely felt the check of the steel curb, but to be ordered thus like a lackey—to take his wares thus like a hawker! "All! We are soldiers, not traders, aren't we? You don't like that, M. Victor? You are no peddler, eh? And you think you would rather risk being court martialod and shot than take your ivory toys for the Black Hawk's talons?"

Cecil glanced up in astonishment at the divination and translation of his thoughts to encounter the bright falcon eyes of Cigarette looking down ou him from a little oval casement above. "Good day, pretty one," he answered with a little weariness, lifting his fez to her with a certain sense of annoyance that this young Bohemian of the barracks, this child with her slang and her satire, should always be in his way like a shadow. "Good day. iny brave one!" returned Cigarette contemptuously. "We are not so ceremonious as all that in Algiers! Good fellow, you should be a chamberlain, not a corporal. -.What line manners!" S.5

She was incensed and piqued and provoked. She had been ready to forgive him because he carved so wonderfully and sold the carvings for his comrade at the hospital. She was holding out the olive branch after her own petulant fashion, and she thought if he had had any grace in him he would have responded with some such florid compliment as those for which she was accustomed to box the ears of her admirers, and would have swung himself up to the coping to touch, or at least try to touch, those sweet, fresh, crimson lips of hers that were like a half opened damask rose. "Fine manners!" echoed Cecil, with a smile. "My poor child, have you been so buffeted about that you have never been treated with common courtesy?" "Whew!" cried the little lady, blowing a puff of smoke down on him. "None of your pity for me! Buffeted about? Do you suppose anybody ever did anything with me that I didn't choose? If you had as much power aa I have in the army, Chateauroy would not send for you to sell your toys like a peddler. You are a slave! I am a sovereign!"

He listened, amused with her boastful supremacy, but the last words touched him with a certain pang just in that moment. "Well, yes," he said slowly, "I am a slave, I fear. I wish a Bedouin flissa would cut my thralls in two."

He spoke jestingly, but there was a tinge of sadness in the words thai touched Cigarette's changeful temper to contrition. She knew she had been ungenerous, a crime dark as night in the sight of the little chivalrous soldier. "Never mind," she said softly and waywardly, winding her way aright with that penetration and t:\ct which, however unsexed in other things, Cigarette had kept thoroughly feminine. "That was but an idle word of mine. Forgive it and forget it. You are not a slave when you fight. They say to see you kill a man is beautiful—so workmanlike! And you would go out and be shot tomorrow rather than sell your honor or stain it, eh? Take a glass of champague? Prut-tut, how you look! Oh, the bottles with the silver necks are not barrack drink, of course, but I drink champagne always myself. This is the prince's. He knows I only take the best brands."

With which Cigarette, leaning down from her casement, whose sill was about a foot above his head, tendered her peace offering in a bottle of Cliquot, three of which, packed in her knapsack, she had carried off from the luncheon table of a Russian prince who was touring through Algiers and who had half lost his grand ducal head after the bewitching, dauntless, capricious, unattachable, unpurchasable and coquettish little fire eater of the spahis, who treated him with infinitely more insolence and indifference than she would show to some battered old veteran or some wornout old dog who had passed through the great Kabaila raids and battles. "You will go to your colonel's tonight?" she said questioning# as he drank the champagne and thanked her, for he saw the spirit In which the gift was tendered. Ho shrugged his shoulders. He did not care to discuss his colonel's orders with this pretty little Bacchante. "Oh, a chiefs command, you know"— "A fig for a chief!" retorted Cigarette Impatiently. "Why don't you say the truth? You are thinking

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will disobey and risk the rest!" "Well, why not? I grant his right in barrack and field, but"— "But?" echoed Cigarette, leaning out of her oval hole, perched in the quaint gra.y, Moresco wall, particolored with broken encaustics of varied hue. "That little word has been the undoing of the world ever since the world began. 'But' is a blank cartridge and never did anything but miss fire yet So you won't obey Chateauroy in this?"

He was silent again. He would not answer falsely and he did not care to say his thoughts to her.

"No," pursued Cigarette, translating his silence at her fancy, "you say to yourself, 'I am an aristocrat—I will not lie ordered in this thing'—you say. 'I am a good soldier I will not be sent for like a hawker'—you say 'I was noble once I will show my blood at last, if I die!' All, you say that!" lie laughed a little as he looked up at her. "Not exactly that, but something as foolish, perhaps. Are you a witch, my pretty one?" "Whoever doubted it, except you? I can put two and two together and read men. though I dou't read the alphabet. So you mean to disobey the Hawk tonight? I like you for that. But listen here -did you ever hoar them talk of Marquise?" "No." "I'arbieu!" swore the vivandiere in her wrath. "Y"ou look on at a bamboula as if it were only a bear cub dancing and can only give one 'Yes' and 'No,' as if one were a drummer boy. Bah! Are those your Paris courtesies?" "Korgive me, my pretty one! I thought you called yourself our comrade and would have no 'line manners.' There is no knowing how to please you." "The marquis was what you are, a hawk among carrion crows, a gentleman in tlio ranks. How handsome he was! Nobody ever knew his real name, but they thought he was of Austrian breed, and we called him Marquise because he was so womanish white in his skin and so dainty in all his ways.

Just like you! Marquise could fightfight like a hundred devils—and—pouf— how proud he was! Very much like you altogether! Now, one day something went wrong In the exercise ground. Marquise was not to blame, but they thought he was, and an adjutant struck him—flick, flack, like thatacross the face with a riding switch. Marquise had liis bayonet fixed, and before he knew what was up, crash the blade went through the breastbone and out at the spine, and the adjutant fell as dead as a cat, with the blood spouting out like a fountain. 'I come of a great race that never took Insult without giving back death,' was all that Marquise said when they seized him and brought him to judgment, and he would never say of wnat race that was. They shot him—ah, ah, discipline must be kept—and I saw him, with five great wounds in his chest and his beau tiful golden hair all soiled with the sand and the powder, lying there by the open grave that they threw him lntp as if he were offal, and we never knew more of him than that."

Cigarette's radiant laugh had died, and her careless voice had sunk over the latter words. Then, grave still, she leaned her brown, bright face nearer down from her oval hole in the wall "Now," ghe whispered very low, "if you mutiny once they will shoot you just like Marquise, and you will die just as silent, like him." "Well," he answered her slowly, "why not? Death is no great terror. I risk it every day for the sake of a common soldier's rations. Why should I not chance it for the sake and In the defense of my honor?" "Bah! Men sell their honor for their daily bread all the world over!" said Cigarette, with the satire that had treble raciness from the slang In which she clothed it. "But it is not you alone. See here, one example set on your part, juid half your regiment will mutiny too. It is bitter work to obey the Black Hawk, and if you give the signal of revolt three pans of your comrades will join you. Now, what will that end' in, eh?" "Tell me—you are a soldier yourself, you say." "Y'es. I am a soldier!" said Cigarette between her tight set teeth, "and I will tell you one thing I have seen. I have seen soldiers mutiny, a squadron of them, because they hated their chief and loved two of their noncommissioned oliicers, and I have seen the end of it all—a few hundred men, blind and drunk with despair, at bay against as many thousands, and walled in with four lines of steel and artillery and fired on from a score of cannon mouths—volley on volley, like the thunder—till not one living man was left, and there was only a shapeless, heaving, moaning mass, with the black smoke over all. That is what I have seen. You will not make me see it again? They would rise at your bidding and they would be mowed down like corn. You will not?" "Never! I give you my word."

The promise was from his heart. He would have endured any indignity, any outrage, rather than have drawn into ruin, through him, the fiery, fearless, untutored lives of the men who marched, and slept, and rode, and fought, and lay in the light of the picket fires, and swept down through the hot sandstorms on to the desert foe by his side. Cigarette stretched out her hand to him—stretched it out with a frank, winning, childlike, soldierlike grace. "That's right! You are a true soldier."

He bent over the hand she held out to his in the courtesy natural with him to all her sex and touched it lightly with his lips. "Thank you, my little comrade," he said simply, with the graver thought still on him that her relation and her entreaty had evoked. "You have given me a lesson that I shall not be quick to forget."

Cigarette colored hotly at the gravis, graceful, distant salute, so cold and so courteous, which was offered her In lieu of the rude and boisterous familiarities to which she was accustomed and drew her hand away with what was to the shame of her soldierly hardihood and her barrack tutelage ve»y nearly akin to an impulse of shynes*. "Stuff! Don't humbug me! I am aot a court lady!" she cried hastily, almost petulantly, to cover the unwonted and unwelcome weakness, while, to «ake

good flie declaration and revindicate her military renown, she balanced herself lightly on the stone ledge nnd sprang with a young wildcat's easy, vaulting leap over his head and over the heads of the people beneath on to the ledge of the house opposite, ft low built wineshop, whose upper story nearly touched the leaning walls of the old Moorish buildiugs in which she had been perched. The crowd in the street below looked up amazed and aghast at that bound from casement to easement as she flew over their heads like a blue and scarlet winged bird of Oran, but they laughed as they saw who it was. "It is Cigarette." growled a Turco Indigene. "Ah, ha, the devil for a certainty must have been her father!"

Cecil looked after her with a certain touch of pity for her in him. "What a gallant boy is spoiled in that little ainazou!" lie thought. The quick flush of her face, ihe quick withdrawal of her hand, he had not noticed. She had not much interest l'or him—scarcely any, indeed- save that lie saw she was pretty, with a mischievous face that all the sun tan of Africa and all the wild life of the Caserne could not harden or debase. But he was sorry a child so bright and so brave should be turned into three part,-, a trooper, as she was, should have been tossed up ou the scum and filth of the lowest barrack life and should be doomed in a few years' time to become the yellow, battered. foul mouthed, vulture eyed camp follower that premature old age would surely render the darling of the tricolor, the pythoness of the As du Pique. "Ilah!" said Cigarette between her little teeth.

She stood in the glittering Algerine night, brilliant with a million stars and balmy with a million flowers, before the bronze treilised gate of the villa on the Sahel, where Chateauroy, when he was not on active Bervice, Indemnified himself with the magnificence that his private fortune enabled him to enjoy, for the unsparing exertions and the rugged privations that he always shared willingly with the lowest of his soldiers. Tonight the windows of the pretty, low, snow white, far stretching building were lighted and open, and through the wilderness of cactus, myr tie, orange, citron, fuchsia and a thousand flowers that almost buried it under their weight of leaf and blossom a myriad of lamps were gleaming like so many glowworms beneath the foliage, while from a cedar grove the melodies and overtures of the best military bands in Algiers came mellowed by the distance and the fall of the bubbling fountains. Cigarette looked and lis tened, and her gay, brown face grew duskily warm with wrath. "Ah, bah!" she muttered, as she pressed her pretty lips to the latticework. "The men die like murrained sheep in the hospital, and get sour bread tossed to them as if they were pigs, and are thrashed if they pawn their muskets for a stoup of drink whon their throats are as dry as the desert—and you live in clover. The colonel gives his fetes with stars aud ribbons on his breast, while those who won the battle lie rotting in the sand!"

Cigarette was a resolute little democrat she had loaded the carbines behind the barricade in an emeute in Paris before she was 10 years old, and was not seldom in the perplexity of conflicting creeds when her loyalty to the tricolor and the guidons Binote with a violent clash on her love for the populace and their liberty.

She looked a moment longer through the gilded scrollwork, then thrust her pistols well within her sash and, pushing herself through the prickly cactus hedge, launched herself with inimitable dexterity on to the other side of the cacti. She crossed the breadth of the grounds under the heavy shade of arbutus trees wjtli a hare's lleetness, and stood a second looking at the open windows and the terraces that lay before them, brightly lighted by the summer moon and by the lamps that sparkled among the shrubs. Then down she dropped, as quickly, as lightly, as a young setter. "Ah!"' she said, quickly and sharply, with a deep drawn breath. The single ejaculation was at once a menace, a tenderness, a whirlwind of rage, a volume of disdain, a world of pity. It was intensely French, and the whole nature of Cigarette was in it.

Yet all she saw was a small and brilliant group sauntering to and fro before the open windows after dinner, listening to the bands and laughing low and softly, and at some distance from them, beneath the shade of a cedar, the figure of a corporal of chasseurs, calm, erect, motionless, as though he were the figure of a soldier cast in bronze. "A true soldier!" she muttered where she lay among the rhododendrons, while her eyes grew very soft as she gave the highest word of praise that her whole range of language held. "A true soldier! How he keeps his promise! But it must be bitter."

She looked awhile very wistfully at the chasseur where he stood under the Lebanon boughs then her glance swept bright as a hawk's over the terrace and lighted with a prescient hatred on the central form of all, a woman's. There were two other great ladies there, but she passed them and darted with unerring instinct on that proud, fair, patrician head with its haughty, staglike 'carriage and the crown of its golden hair.

Cigarette had seen grandes dames by the thousand, but now for the first time the sight of one of those aristocrats smote her with a keen, hot sting of heartburning jealousy, with a sudden perception, quick as thought, bitter as gall, wounding and swift and poignant, of what this womanhood that he had said she herself had lost might be In its highest and purest shape. "Unsexed—he said I was unsexed," she mused, while her teeth clinched on the ruby fullness of her lips, and her heart swelled half with impotent rage, half with unconfessed pain. For the first timo looking on this Imperial for­

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eign Tieanty. sweeping so slowTy and so idly along there in the Algerian starlight, she understood all that she had missed, all that he had meant when he had used that single word for which she had vowed ou him her vengeance and the vengeance of the army of Africa. "11" those are the women that lie knew before he came here, I do not wonder that he never cared to watch even my dance," was the latent, unacknowledged thought that was so cruel to her the consciousness which forced itself in on tier while her eyes jealously followed the perfect, grace of the one in whom instinct had found her rival that, while she had been so proud of her recklessness and her deviit.v and her trooper's slang and her deadly skill as a shot, she had only been something very worthless, something very lightly held by those who liked her for a ribald jest, a dance and a spahis' supper of headlong riot and drunken mirth.

The mood did not last. She was too brave, too fiery, too dauntless, too untamed. 'Bah! She would faint, I dare say. at the more sight of these pistols," she thought, with her old disdain, "and would stand tire no more than a ga-

Hc bent over the hand she held out. zelle! They are only made for summer day weather, those dainty, gorgeous, silver pheasants."

Like many another, Cigarette underrated what she had no knowledge of and depreciated an antagonist the measure of whose fence she had, no power to gauge.

Crouched there among the rhododendrons, she lay as still as a mouse, moving nearer and nearer until her ear, quick and unerring as an Indian's, could detect the sense of the words spoken. Chateauroy himself was bending his line, dark head toward the patrician on whom her instinct of sex had fastened her hatred. "You expressed your wish to see my corporal's little sculptures again, madame." he was murmuring now. "To hear was to obey with uie. He waits your commands yonder." "It was you, was it, brought him hero?" muttered the Friend of the Flag, with (lie passion in her burning more hotly against that "silver pheasant," whose delicate train was sweeping the white marbles of Chateauroy's terraces aud whose reply she lost, though she could guess what It had been, when a lackuy crossed the lawn ar summoned the chasseur.

Cecil obeyed, passed up the terrace Stairs and stood before

ing

his

the

colonel, giv­

salute. The shade of some aca­

cias still fell across him. while the parly lie fronted were all in the glow of a full Algerian moon and of t.ie thousand lamps among the belt of flowers and trees. Chateauroy spoke with a carelessness as of a man to a dog, turning to his corporal: "Victor, the princess honors you with the desire to see your toys again. Spread them out."

The savage authority of his geueral speech was softened for sake of his guests' presence but there was a covert tone in the words that made Cigarette murmur to herself: "If he forgets his promise, I will forgive him!"

TO BE CONTINUED.

Ex-Prealdant Olevelaud'a Retreat. The Berkshire place, which former President Cleveland and his family are to oocupy for the summer, is "Riverside," at Tyringliam, which Mr. Cleveland has leased. "Tliverside" is interesting from the fact that Tyringham people actually believe that the old house was for several days the headquarters of General Washington. The story goes that Burgoyne's army marched over the road leading to the house and that a few days later Washington, with a detachment, passed over the same road and stopped at the old tavern for rest. One of the rooms is called Washington's room, and its big fireplace, wide doors with handwrought hinges, and low ceiling seem to bear out the story and belief that the house is at least old enough to have had such a distinguished visitor. The original structure was built in 1761. On the estate there is a famous trout stream.

Patntar 98 Years Old.

Thomas Sidney Cooper is the oMi««t painter actively engaged In tke pur•ult of his art He is now 98 years old and as early as 1820 was making a living as theatrical soene painter. Since then he has exhibited 230 piotores at the English Rograi aoademy.

Carnegie Fenatou Syatena.

Charles L. Taylor, former assistant to President Charles M. Schwab of the Carnegie company and the Carnegie Steel company, has been elected head of the Carnegie benefit and pension ByBtem launched by Andrew Carnegie's placing In trust $4,000,000 in 5 per cent Kiktiila