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P E Y H 3 V .;»._ # £ “hy "%f\ PN =N\ AAN f\?&x \ (& /’“}M =0 W oo E QNS SES r{' SN A b\ J - *( -‘J RN W 77 &S Lkt o) PBRIGADIER I%\ g GENERAL 3 \ WCHA%ES b 4 : NG : [Copyright, 1897, by F. Tennyson Neely.} - 0 (CHAPTER XXFV, . Never unless sure of its ground and the weakness of the adversary does the modern Indian band attack at night. Folsom and his people well knew that. Yet not five minutes after the Indian girl, faint with exhaustion and dread, was carried within doors, the big mastiff challenged again. The dogs charged furiously out to the northeast and would not be recalled. For nearly half an hour they kept up their angry clamor. Time and again during the night, suspicious and excited, they dashed out again and again, and once one of them, venturing further than his fellows, broke suddenly into loud cries of mingled pain and rage, and when at last he came whining piteousiy back to the ranch it was found that he was bleeding from a gash along the flank, where an Indian .arrow hacd seared him. Only by fits and starts did any man sleep. Hour after hour Folsom’s little garrison was on the alert. The ywomen had all been moved to the deep, dry cellar, Mrs. Hal moaning over her baby, utterly unnerved, Jessie silent, but white and tremulous; the herdsman’s wife, an Amazon. demanded the right to have a gun and fight by her husband’s side; Lizette, the Indian girl, faint and starved, asked nothing put to be allowed to crouch at the door of the room where Halbert lay, fevered and unconscious, and Pappoose, scorning danger, flitted from her brother’s bedside to her father’slog-barricade at the east porch. In dread anxiety the hours dragged hy, and at last Lannion reached forth his hand and pulled the shirtsleeve of his comrade Jake, halfdozing at his side. In an instant the latter was kneeling at his post. *“What fs it?” he queried, and Lannion, pointing to the first faint, pallid gleam in the eastern sky, whispered: “Time to be up, man. It’s eoming.” Fer half an hour, except for the rushing af the Laramie, a silence almost unearthly had brooded over the prairie, and even the dogs seemed lulled to sleep. But now, as the cold light erept slowly over the distant range, and a soft flush began to overspread the pallor of the dawn, far out over the valley the yelp of a coyote began again’and all men strained their ears and listened, while strong hands grabbed the growling dogs and pinhed them to earth, for, beginning at the east, the ery was taken up on every side. Folsom’s ranch seemed beleaguered by the gaunt, half-famished wolves of the upland prairies. ‘“‘Look to your sights, now, men! Down into the cellar, Pappoose!” exclaimed Folsom, kindling with fierce excitement. “I’'ve been the friend of all that tribe for 30 years, but when they break faith with me and mine that ends it! Look to your sights and make every shot count!” he cautioned, as he made the rounds of the little shelters thrown up during the past two days. “We can stand off a hundred of ’em if you only keep your grit.’

Perched as it was on a little rise, the ranch stood forth conspicuous over the valley. At the foot of the slope to the south lay the corral and some of the buildings, about 100 yards away, where the shallow Laramie curled and lapped beneath their walls, and now the dogs seemed,,;o concentrate their attention on thaft“ side. Folsom, rifle in hand, .was kneeling on the porech, listening intently. Two of the hands were with him.. Jake and Lannion, experienced and reliable, had been given independent posts on the other front, and just as objects could be dimly recognized along the flats, there burst upon the ears of the little garrison a sudden <horus of exultant yells. A tongue of flame leaped upward from beyond the huts lately occupied by the ranchmen. The half-used haystacks caught and ‘held one moment the fiery messenger, and then in a broad glare that reddened the flood of the Laramie for miles and lighted up the ranch like a sunburst gave forth a huge column of blaze and smoke that could be seen far over the Black Hills of Wyoming, and all the valley seemed to spring to instant life. On every side arose the stirring war cry of the Sioux, the swift beat of pony hoofs, the ring of rifle, and brave John Folsom’s heart sank within him as he realized that here was no mere marauding party, but a powerful band organized for deliberate vengeance. The bullets came whistling through the morning air, biting fiercely jnto the solid logs, spattering the chinking, ‘smashing pane after pane. Some of the <dogs came howling and whining back for shelter, though the mastiffs held their ground, fiercely barking and bounding about, despite the whistles and calls from the besieged, who sought to save them to the last, but not once as yet had the ranch replied with a shot. Down in the cellar women clung together or clasped their wailing children and listened fearfully to the clamor. In Hal’s room the fevered sufferer awoke from his stupor, and, <demanding his rifle, struggled to rise from the bed, and there John Folsom found Pappoose, pale and determined, bending over her weakened brother and holding him down almost as she «could have overpowered a child., Lifting his son in his strong arms, he bore him to the cellar and laid him upon a «<ouch of buffalo robes. “Watch him here, my child,” he said, as he clasped her in his arms one moment. “But on mo account let anyone show above ground now. There are more of them than I thought, yet there is hope forws. Somebody is vexing them down the Laramie.” o - Bounding up the steps, the veteran ‘was almost back at his post upon the gporch when there came a sound that seemed to Zive the lie to . his Jlast ‘words and that froze the hope that had risen in his breast—the sudden zumble ‘and thunder of at least 200 hoofs, the charging yell of an Indian ‘band, the sputter and bang of rifles <lose at hand, and then a rush of feet, ‘as, with faces agonized with fear, S eOB R Rs B oKL R e T ‘hree of the'men came darting within. Lo R D

dians!” they ecried. Two of the demoralized fellows plunged into the passage that led to the cellar. One burst into childish wailing and clung to Folsom’s knees. :

“Let go, you coward!” yelled the old man in fury, as he kicked himself loose, and then went bounding out upon the porch. God, what a sight! Sweeping up the gentle slope, brandishing rifles and lances and war clubs, racing for their hapless prey, came: 50 Ogallallas, Burning Star among the leaders. Bullets could not stop them now. The two men who had stood to their posts knelt grim and desperate, and Lannion's last shot took effect. Within 50 yards of the walls Burning Star’s rushing pony. went down on his nose, and in the fury of his pace, turned sudden and complete somersault, crushing his red rider under him, and stretching him senseless on the turf. An inspiration, almost God-given, seemed to flash upon the old trader at the instant. Bareheaded, in his shirt sleeves, throwing upTvard and forward his empty hands, j he 'sprang out as though to meet and‘ rebuke his assailamts. “Hold!” he cried, in the tongue he knew so well. “Are my brothers crazed? Look! I am no enemy. It is your friend! It is old John!” And even in the rage of their charge, many Indians at sight of him veered to right and left; many reined up short within, ten paces of the unarmed man; two sprang from their ponies and threw themselves between him and their brethren, shouting to be heard.. And then in the midst of furious discussion, some Indians crying out for the blood of all at the ranch in revenge for Chaska, some demanding instant surrender of every woman there in expiation for Lizette, some urging that old John be given respectful hearing, but held prisoner, there came lashing into their midst a young brave, crying aloud and pointing down the now well-lighted valley where, darting about a mile away, a few Indians were evidently striving to head off the coming of some hostile force. Leaving two or three of their number trying to restore consciousness to the stricken chief, and a dozen, Folsom’s.advocates among them, to hold possession of the rancn, away scurried most of the warriors at top speed to the aid of their outlying scouts. Meantime, under cover of the fierce argument, Jake and Lannion had managed_to crawl back within the building. Folsom himself, in such calm as he could command, stood silent while his captors wrangled. The .warriors who pleaded for him were Standing Elk, a subchief of note, whose long attachment to Folsom was based on kindnesses shown him when a young man, the other was Young-Shows-the-Road, son of a chief who had guided more than one party of whites through the lands of the Sioux before the bitterness of war arose be- ! tween the races. They had loved Folsom for years and would not desert him now in the face of popular clamor. Yet even their influence would have failed but for the sound that told of hotter conflict still among the foothills along the opposite side of the valley. With straining ears, Folsom listened, hope and fear alternat-

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upon the ranch. Jake, gallant fellow, lay bleeding at his post. Hope of every kind was well-nigh dead. The silence without was only portent of the storm so soon to burst. Pappoose, grasping her brotlier’s rifle, crouched facing the narrow entrance to the cellar. Jessie clung to the baby, for Mrs. Hal, only dimly econscious, was moaning by her husband’s side, while Lizette in silence was kneeling, watching them with strange glitter in her. éyes. Suddenly she started, and with hand to ear listened intently. Then she sprang to an air port and crouched there, quivering. Then again the ground began to tremble under the distant thunder of pony feet, louder and louder every second. Again came the rush of the Indian braves, but with it no exultant yell, onl¥y cries of warning, and as this .sound stvept over and beyond their walls, there followed another, the distant, deepthroated trooper cheer, the crack of carbine, the rising thunder of the cavalry gallop, and then the voice of Ned Lannion rang jubilantly over the dull clamor.

“Up! Up, everybody! Thank God, it’s Dean and the boys!”

Long years after, in the camps and stockades and the growing towns of the far west that almost marvelous vescue was the theme of many an your’s talk. The number of men who took part in it, the number of hardy ‘ fellows who personally guided thei troops or else stood shoulder to shoul- ‘ der with Ned Lannion at the last triumphant moment, increased so rapid- f ly with the growing moons that in time the only wonder was that anything was left of the Sioux. Offjcial .records, however, limited the number of officers and men engaged to a select few, comnsisting entirely of Lieut. Loring, United States engineefs; Lieut. Loomis, —th infantry; a few ‘men from scattered troops, “pickups” at Frayne ¢and Emory, with Lieut. 'Marshall Dean and 50 rank and file of company “C.” ; Loring, it will be remembered, had taken a small detachment from Emory and gone into the hills in search of Burleigh. Loomis, fretting at the fort, } was later electrified by a most grudgingly given order to march to the Laramie and render such aid as might be required by the engineer officer of the department. Dean, with only 15 men all told, had dashed from Frayne straight for the ranch, and, marching all night, had come in sight of the valley just as it was lighted afar to the westward by the glare of the burning buildings. ‘“We thought it was all over,” said he, as he lay there weak and languid, a few days later, for the wound reopened in the rush of thse fight, “but we rode on to the Laramie, and there, God be thanked! fell in with Loomis here and ‘C’ troop, heading for the fire. No words can tell you our joy when we found the ranch still standing and some 40 Sioux getting ready for the final dash. That running fight, past thé old home and down the valley where we stirred up Loring’s besiegers and sent them whirling, too—why, I'd give a fortune, if I had it, to live it over again!” But Loring, after all, had the most thrilling story to tell—of how he wormed a clew to Burleigh’s hiding place out of a captured outlaw and, beat up the party in a nook of the hills, nabbed the major asleep, bub was warned that all the Birdsall *‘outfit” would rally to the rescue, and so sent a courier to Emory for “C” troop, and, making a wide detour to avoid the gang, ran sidp into the Sioux in the act of firing Folsom’s ranch. Then he had to take to the rocks in the fight that followed, and had a desperate siege of a few hours, even Burleigh having to handle a gun and fight for his life. “I spotted him for a coward that day we stumbled on Red Cloud’s band up by the Big Horn. You remember it, Dean. I thought him a villain when I learned how he was trying to undermine you. Time proved him a thief and a scoundrel, but, peace to his ashes, he died like a gentleman, after all, with two Indian bullets through him, and just as the rescue came. He had time to make a full confession, and it was all pretty much as I suspected. The note Dean picked up at Reno, that so sfampeded him, told how a blackmailing scoundrel was on his way to Emory to exposé him unless headed off by further huge payments. It was the fellow who called himself Newhall.””® “The fellow who gave the tip to Birdsall’s people?” said old Folsom at this juncture, raising a bandaged head from his daughter’s lap. “Who was he, really 2> ; “Burleigh knew all the time, and I suspected the moment I heard Miss *Folsom’s description, and was certain the imstant I laid eyes on him. He was a rascally captain cashiered at Yuma the year before, and I was judge advocate of the court.” ! “And Mrs. Fletcher?” asked = Pape poose, ‘extending one hand to Jess, while the other smoothed the gray curls of her father’s forehead. :

“Mrs. Fletcher was his deserted wife, one of those women who have known better days.” ~ The ranch is still there, or was 20 years ago, but even then the Sicux were - said to raise more hair in the neighborhood than Folsom did cattle. The old trader had been gathered to his fathers, and Mrs. Hal to hers, for she broke down utterly after the events of '6B. Neither Pappoose nor Jessie cared to revisit the spot for some time, yet, oddly enough, both have done so more than once. The first time its chronicler ever saw it was in company with a stalwart young captain of horse and his dark-eyed, beautiful wife nine years after the siege. Hal met us, a shy, silent fellow, despite hisinches. “Among other things,” said he, “Lieut. and Mrs. Loomis are coming next week. I wish you might all b€ here to meet them.” “I know,” said Mrs. Dean, *‘we ave to meet at Cheyenne. But, Hal, where’s your wife?” ; . : -He looked shyer still. “She don’t like to meet folks unless—" ‘ . “There’s no unless about it,” said the lady, with all her old decision, as she sprang from the ambulance, and presently reappeared, leading by the hand reluetant, yet not all unhappy, Lizette. Some people said Hal Folsom had no business to marry an Indian girl before his wife was dead three years, but all who knew Lizette said he did perfeetly right; atleast Pappoose did, and that settled . As for Loring— Bug that’s—ewough for one story. - .

PLEA FOR FILIPINOS.

Senator Towne Arraigns the Republican Administration,

Minnesota Statesman Presents Strong Arguments in Favor of Philip-. pine Independence — Our Nation’s Peril.

In .the senate on Monday, January 28, Senator Towne, of Minnesota, created quite a sensation by an elogquent speech in_behalf of Philippine indépendence.* His efforts were:.applauded by both sides and his speech was recognized as a notable oration. While discussing events which led the United States forces to the Philippines, Senator Towne referred with particularity to the charge that Aguinaldo had sold his country to the Spaniards for a bribe. He declared the accusation was “gratuitous in its calumny, when we consider that the official publications of our own government contradict and destroy it.”

The senator declared that ‘‘we were in alliance with the Filipinos, an alliance sought by ourselves, availed of by us for our own advantage and finally to our everlasting shame in the estimation of honorable men® repudiated by us when we found it no longer necessary and when lust of empire had so blunted our moral sensibilities that we could mount from an act of perfidy to the granu larceny of a nation.” :

Referring ‘to Admiral Dewey’s denial that he had ‘ever treated the insurgents as allies, Mr. Towne said sarcastically: “I fear the honest sailor’s terminology has suffered from recent contact with the nice discriminations of administration diplomacy.”

Aecquisition of the Philippines. Discussing the acquisition of the Philippines, Senator Towne said: “Tt is not easy to fix with accdracy the time when the design was formed to take forcible possession of the Philippine islands, nor to ascertain the mind in whose ‘gloomy recesses’ this enterprise of sacrilege and violence first gathered form and pressure. There has indeed been evidenced a dispesition by its most illustrious sponsors as if their prophetic souls already trembled at the inquisition of after ages to impute the dubious responsibility to Providence itself. I know not which to admire the more, whether the modesty which “disclaims credit for the policy, or the colossal presumption which challenges and betrays the vaunted confidence of the Almighty. y ““No man, no party, no nation can escape accountability for actions by attributing their origin to any other source than human motives and human judgment. The policy of the administration towapd the Filipinos must be justified, if ever justified at all, in the forum of the reason and the conscience of mankind.”

Senator Towne' declared that upon the arrival of Gen. Merritt-at Manila “a distinct change of tone was observable’” between the United States officials and the kilipinos, the altered attitude being so marked as to force the conclusion ‘“that mppart of Gen. Merritt’s prearranged task = was to maneuver out of an awkward friendliness with Aguinaldo and thus to reach a footing for the convenient development of some secret policy with which he had come fresh-freighted from Washington.” If there was doubt of the prearrangement of the plan it was banished, in Senator Towne’s opinion, by the president himself. The third article of the protocol with Spain reads: “The United States will occupy and hold the city, bay and harbor of Manila pending the conclusion of a treaty of peace which shall determine the control, disposition and gcvernment of the Philippines.”’ The Republic at a Crisis. Yet, despite that definite provision the president, the senator urged, issued on December 21, 1898, his famous “benevolent assimilation proclamation.” He continued: ‘“Thus the dilemma is this: Either that article of the protocol does not mean what it says or the president of the United States in causing the issuance of the proclamation to which I have referred broke the plighted faith of this government. It is not agreeable to me to use this language, but I devoutly believe that the republic is at the gravest crisis of its history, and I feel that a necessary preliminary to its getting safely out is to cause the people to realize how it came to get in.” Senator Towne said of the president’s pretlamation t.at “among the roses of its soft rhetoric of love, its fair speech about our coming ‘not as invaders or conquerors, but as friends,’ of the ‘mild sway of justice’ and cf ‘benevolent assimilation,” the already justly awakened distrust of the Filipinos clearly beheld the unsheathed and glittering steel of despotism.” Skight Foothold of Americans. Continuing, he said: ,‘ ‘There is not the slightest ground for believing that any appreciable impression Las been made upon the determination of the Philippihe people to resist us to the end. There Is no evidence that any strong native -ipg-Amerlcan element has any existence hatever. As the result of two years of wasting ‘'war we occupy about one-five-hundredth part of that archipelago. No district is really ‘pacified.” We hold the_ground our troops stand on, practically nothing more. “During the campaign of 1900 it was a favorite accusation against the opponents of the administration policy that they were keeping aiive a smoldering ‘rebellion’ in the Philippines. The newspapers and magazines made much of this foolish argument, and in many a pulpit where the gospel of the bullet has supplanted the Christianity of the Bible, the pious anathema of prudent priesthood rose to Heaven on the wings of prayer.” e : i Mr. Towne then declared that after the elections the resistance in the Philippineg increased and that it had been announced in the senate within a week that 30,000 American soldiers would be needed in the islands for an indefinite period. Policy of an: Empire, It was a habit of the defenders of the administration policy to sneer at the term “imperialisth,” he said, but it could not be sneered away. “You can' have imperialism without an emperor, just as the Romans found that they could have a more than royal master, though he did not wean the hated name of king,’”’ asserted Mr. Towne. . “The retention of the Philippines will cqmmit us to the whole programme of empire. I do not wish to convey the impression that in my opinion the present policy will at one fell swoop convert this republic into, an empire in fact. But I do say the seeds of empire lurk in this policy, and that time and tavoring environment will and must bring them to their flower and {iruit unless we make a seasonable prevenon. : | ‘ ““God speed the day when the American pbeople, whose annals blaze with records of unequaled heroism and who again and always, If some great cause demand it, would freely pay with life itself the price of its defense, shall have the moral courage to do their civic duty—a rarer thing tléggm face undaunted the cannon’s mouth—and t?gltih ltfi;g_ifi?m:ereigm av;;&ezdeclare‘gthfxtmis‘ unholy war for greed and empire shall be ctopped, sind that o soldier of the United mmwififi:fixw hgsm ety e

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. Lesson in the International Series for February 10, 1901—Parable of ; the Talents, g THE LESSON TEXT. (Matthew 25:14-30.) . 14. For the kingdom of Heaven is as a man traveling into a far country, who called his own servants and dellvered unto them his goods. : 15. And unto one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one; to every man according to his several ability; and straightway took his journey. LAy 16. Then he that had received the five talents went and traded with the same, and made them other five talents. 17. And likewise he that had received two, he also gained other two. . : 18. Butihe that had received one went and digged in the earth, and hid his lord’s money. 19. After a long time the lord of those servants cometh, and reckoneth with them. 20. And so he that had received five talents came and brought other five talents, saying, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me five talents; behold, I have gained beside them five talents more. 21. His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things; I will maks thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy lord. s : 3 22. He also that had received two talents came and said, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me two talents; behold, I have gained two other talents beside them. : 23. His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithfyl servant; thou hast been faithful over a fgw things; I will make thee ruler over many. things; enter thou into the joy of thy lord. 24. Then he which had received the one talent came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering wiere thou hast not strawed; : 2. And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth; 10, there thou hast that is thine. v 26. His lord answered and said unto him, Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap gvhere I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed; 27. Thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received my own with usury. 28. Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents: 29. For unto everyone that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance; but from him that hath not shall -be taken away even that which he hath. ~ 30. And cast ye the unprofitable servant Into outer darkness; there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. : GOLDEN TEXT.—So then every one ‘ of us shall give aecount of himself to God.—Romans 14:12, ’ NOTES AND COMMENTS. The scene and setting of the lesson are unchanged. Jesus is (as in last Sunday’s lesson) on the Mount of Olives, and the time is Tuesday afternoon of the week of the crucifixion. The. lesson gives another aspect of the Kingdom of Heaven in the parable of the talents. The lesson analysis follows: 1. The Talents Bestowed.—Ver. 14, 15. 2. Use Made of the Talents.—Ver, 16-18. 3. Rewards and Punishment.—Ver. 19, 20. NOTES AND COMMENTS.

This parable adds to that of last week by showing how we must use the time while waiting. The ten virgins had only to be ready. But Jesus here explains that we are not to idly, sleep till He calls us, but that He has given us each certain trusts to sce how much we can make for Him. As those talents were to be used and increased for the Master, so we have come to call all the gifts and powers of mind and body God has given us to use for Him, “talents.” And just as those servants were to so turn the money in a;business way that it should increase, so should we with everything that He has trusted us with. “Servants” (ver. 14): “The slaves of those times were often skilled workmen, sometimes members of the learned professions. It was no uncommon thing for them to be employed as the parable describes. A talent of gold would be worth nearly $12,000 in our money. A talent of silver about $4OO. “Well done” (ver 21.) It was one word, “well!” the exclamation of approval common at public games, ete., like our ‘“Bravo.” “Joy of thé Lord” (ver 21). The festival with which the return of the Master is celebrated. An invitation to sit down with the Master at His table' was equal to the notice that freedom was given the slave. Exchangers (ver 27)—bankers. Usury—interest. :

A few weeks ago (December 23), we studed ‘‘the Parable of the Pounds.” It was similar to this, yet different in many respects.. That was spoken a week before, as Jesus passed through Jericho; this on the Mount of Olives, as He sat with His disciples. There the paund was given to all alike, but the returns were very different. Here the gifts differ in amount, but the servants were equally faithful, each doing his best.

Sympathy with Childhood.

Those who have occasion to speak frankly concerning their own childhood experiences are often found to remark that the greatest blessing that came to them was the sympathy of a father or mother, or perhaps of dn older brother or sister, with their tastes and ideals. There are few things so chilling to a generous young spirit as the sneer that follows the disclosure of his inner desire or purpose; and, on the other hand, the consciousness that he is understood and appreciated is the very elixir of life to the boy or girl before whom the world is just beginning to open. Childrenr who grow up unduly reticent and self-contained, or who become morose and sour, probably have lacked genial sympathy in their earlier years —Boston Watchmax. WHAT TRAMPS COST.' Out of the 71,349 arrests in Chicago last year, 27,267 were of persons who had no occupation of any kind. One hundred thousand able-bodied tramps, who would rather walk than work, or ride than eat, cost the people of the United States $25,000,000 a year. ‘ In damaging property of all kinds to the extent of $13,000,000 a year, the fire losses are sccond only to the losses by petty thefts. Tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of barns, live ktock, hay and grain ig destroyed every year by the camp fires or the pipes of the tramp and hobo. RPetty thieving piles mountains of loss upon the fire. showings. Prof. J. J. Cook, éf Hartford, Conn,, and Jacob Riis, of New, York, have made a study of the tramp problem and they are pretty well agreed that the United States has an incubus-of about 100,000 able-bodied men who are determined to live without work., So many others have guessed in the g%*shborhwd ~of 75,000 and upward

. e & N X RO k) %LB B &L g ’ Ko OV D) e!‘ .\"’ r : ; ~ > o g ; o~ R A AN NSNS NSNS IS AGS SIS e SECRETS. é ] ; I like to whisper secrets With my schoolmate, Lucy Bell, . We cross our hearts and promise ! ‘We’'ll never, never tell. 3 We stand beside each other As close as close .can be; First I tell one to Lucy, - Then she tells one to me, ' Her secrets are so funny, So funny and so dear, . I can hardly keep from laughing ‘When she whispers in my ear. I say: *“'Oh! did you ever!” As soon as she is done, And she says: ‘‘No, I never!"’ . Oh, my, it is such fun! She thinks that mine is lovely. ‘ 'Tis all about+-oh, dear! I ’most forgot the secret ‘Was just for Lucy’s ear. —Anna M. Pratt, in Youth’'s Companion. CHAT ABOUT LARIATS. The Boy Who Knows How to Braid and Throw One Is the Envy ; of His Companions, L A good rawhide lariat costs from $8 to $25, and is therefore rather too expensive for the average boy, but even if it were within his reach it would be of little use to him, for the regu)lation lasso is from 40 to 50 feet long ‘and far too heavy for a beginner to ' handle. There is perhaps no possession of the cowboys more subject to variations than his lasso; what is exactly ' suited to one seems altogether unfitted for another, and without his own particular style of rope a man loses half his efficiency. I shall, therefore, in this article suggest several styles of rope and each boy must select the one which seems best adapted to him. Ordinary clothesline does not make a good lasso. - It is rough and raw and frays too easily. If, however, clothesiine is experimented with, use the slip noose shown in figure 1, or Dbetter, splice the rope back as shown in figure 3. Linen tape may be braided Into a splendid rope and even cotton tape is an improvement on clothesline. Good, smooth cord will make a very fair lasso. Figure 5 shows a five-strand braid which is very strong and pliable. Take alternately each outside strand and cross it. over the two following strands. The °~ fourstrand cording shown in figure 6, to my mind, gives a better shaped rope than the one just described. The diagram itself is the best description T can give of four-strand cording. Arrange them as ‘shown, each strand under the one next to it, and then pull them tight. About 25 feet is the best length for a beginner. To make the loop in a braided rope fasten the end back by means of the endless tie shown in figure 2. When the winding is completed put the end (B) through the loop (C) and pull the end (A) until the loop and end have entirely disappeared beneath the coil. Then cut off the end (A) and the endless tie is complete, In order to have the rope run smoothly cover the loop with canvas or some other stromng cloth as shown by figure 4. . . Real rawhide ropes are buried underground for some two weeks and

Sl A ‘% ‘ eSS )‘\‘\\\\\\:\\\\_\\\\-‘; M e £ S > ® £ > o 7 A 2 S « o __~ A\ ‘F\\.m\nn,," % . SRR 9 \/ \Q J LARIAT KNOTS AND LOOPS. afterward greased with mutton tallow to make them pliable. Two weeks underground will not improve a linen or hemp rope, but the greasing I would strongly advise; only be'careful where you hang up your lasso when not using it, for grease ‘has a very penetrating quality. ‘ The art of throwing a lariat cannot be reduced to rule. No two man do it'alike. If you ask a cowboy to teach you he will say that every man must learn to do it for himself by practice. He will be quite willing to show you how he throws the rope, but his’ style will be quite different from the very next cowboy you_meet and is certain to be entirely different from the method you.finally adopt. The illustration shows the characteristic position assumed at the moment of delivery, but it can only suggest; i)ra'c-{ tice is the only master who can teach lasso throwing.—Chicago Record. 1

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CARLO. a bhig Newfoundland dog, is a hero among the farmers around Richfield, N. J., because he saved the life of Charies Downing, eight years old. The warm weather of the last few days weakened the ice, says the Philadelphia® Bulletin But Downing was more daring than the rest and showed his nerve by skating across the channel of Richfield pond. Each time the ice bent beneath fhe lad's weight, and his sister, who was also skatgxg". asked her brother to accorapany her ome. iy “Once more across,” he told her, as he

THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE.

A Toy That Will Determine Your Fus ture and Tell You What Trade ’ - You Will Follow,

Here is something to amusé you, @ , real wheel of fortune upon which yow can determine your future. The wheel is made from two pieces of stiff cardboard, the shaft “one piece, the charmed circle another. Force a pin through the circle and shaft whers they join. Run a string through the hole thus made and knot it close to the circle on one side and to the shafs on the other. This will make a kind of axle on which the wheel may turn. What business will you pursue whem you grow to be a man? Your wheel will determine this with as much cere

e &2 ‘.igl.) : NS ONONSHONONONO T o o DXL INTH A K 2 /ic' : 2 5070 = HOW TO PLAY THE WHEEL. ° tainty as it is foretold by counting the puttons on your coat. - Suppose, says the Kansas City Times, you wish to tell a friend’s fortune, ‘First he must mentally selecs some number in the magic 90, a nums ber not less than 10 or more than 100. Then let him place his finger upom one of the numbered disks in the straight shaft. You who are in the secret will immediately know what future is in store for your friend, but he may discover it for himself by turning the wheel as directed. Froms the disk chosen upon the straighss shaft let him count up or down, as the case may be, toward the rim of the circle. Upon reaching the rim of the circle he will turn the wheel ‘to thé left as many disks as in additiom to the ones counted on the shaft wilk make up the number chosen from the .magic 90. Now turn the wheel in the opposite direction, to the right, as many disks as . the full number firss ‘selected. The disk at which the counting ends foretells with certainty your friend’s future trade. To tell where your friend will end his counting, no matter what number he%_as chosen, .count as many disks ‘tofthe right of the shaft as there are disks between the rim on the shafs ‘and the one on which your friend placed his finger. Do this, of course, without attracting his attention. To give.an instance let us suppose that your friend placed his finger on the disk at the bottom of the shaft. He will, as there -are three disks up to the rim of the circle, most certainly end his counting at the third disk to the rigfiiof the shaft, the one which has_#fhe emblem of the knife attached, and as .this signifies & butcher’s trade you can predict that, however unlikely it now appears, he will certainly, when he grows up, become a butcher.

The wheel must, of course, be are ranged as shown in the diagram whem the counting begins. The list of trades represented by the different disks are as follows: 1. Anvil—Blacksmith. 2. President’s chair—President of the United States. ' - 3. Palette—Artist, ’ 4, Law book—Lawyer. 5. Anchor—Sailor. 6. Sword—=Soldier. . ! 7. Dark lantern—Burglar. 8. Three balls—Pawnbroker, 9. Money bag—Capitalist. - 10. Mortar and pestle—Doctor. 11. Pen and ink—Author. ’ - 12. Shears—Tailor. 13. Knife—Butcher. - 14. Saw—~Carpenter. : ! 15. Plow—Farmer. -~ Why Minnie Was Delighted. Little three-year-old Minnie could repeat nursery rhymes and talk like an old woman. One day; having dona — something strictly against orders, her mother said: “Minnie, I really don™¥ know what I had better do to you.™ Drawing a long breath of relief the little miss said: “I’m awful glad yow don’t, mamma,” and marched off, tgking it for granted that the mattes was settled. . .- Willing to Help. Pastor’s Wife—Has anyone offered ta replaster the church yet? Struggling Pastor—N-o, not exactlys but Dr. Stickem has offered to cover the walls with porous plasters, if we don’t mind seeing his name on them. —N. Y. Weekly. : "A Good Deal Alike, Trying to conduct a large business without capital is a good deal like trying to sharpen a lead pencil with a’ pair of scissors.—Chicago Daily News. - - : =

took a flying start. Downing had reached& the center of the channel when the ice gave way and he was plunged into ten feet of water. ¢ - . -The boy was fast becoming exhausted when Carlo appeared. AR Vs Teddy Symonds called to him, Ahbg ‘his hands and polnted to Downing. T dog seemed to understand im & moment, for he ran across the ice and shoved his nose .in - Downing’s face. The latter grasped Carlo’s collar and the dog backed away from yhie hole, pulling the boy ouk of the wafer. M ea T