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witbin a tali, angular woman whom they called mother, bat she paid no more attention to him than did the others, though she had never seen him before. Milo oame around once as the pretty girl passed near by and said: “Maud, I want to introduce to you a young city swell from New York. What’s your name?” Alec answered. “She’s Maud. She’s my girL I call her my little duck. Do you think they have nicer girla in the city, now?” went on Milo after learning Alec’s name. Maud paused a moment and then went on with her work, apparently quite indifferent to the “young city swell.” Alee bad been standing before the little looking glass oombing his wet hair and would have been very much • embarrassed had be not bean invited at that moment to move np to the table, where, with the others, he partook of an ample dinner of baked beans and pork, oold brown bread, boiled beets, green peas, potatoes, radishes and baked rice padding, with cranberry tarts to top off. He found afterward that in this family baked beans and potatoes were the staple of every meal, and pie of some kind usually appeared far breakfast, supper and frequently for dinner too. They also had cold cider, but Milo and Mr. Condon were the only ones who partook of it, and consequently Alec felt impelled to refuse.

CHAPTER IV. HE TAKES MAUD TO THE CIRCUS. As they returned to the field in the afternoon the boys- laughed and joked with Aleo as they did with each other, and Milo seemed to wear a mildly indulgent expression, though he said noth - ing. Alec’s hands were rather sore, and his back ached without ceasing, bat life wore a more cheerful aspect. The prospect of immediate starvation was removed, and he was actually earning his board. During the afternoon be worked rather lees steadily than he had started out. Be was getting only his board, he said to himself, and Milo would respect him less rather than more if he did too xnuoh, though he had an impression that New England farmers would screw out of a man everything they oonld get and be greedy for more, and when he sat in the shade a full half hour after he had been working for two hours he could not help watching to see if Milo did not start in his direction to give him a little gentle warning. But Milo said nothing, and when the boys oame near him they joked him about the tenderness of his bands—fun which v?as meant good naturedly enough, but which pricked bis pride and set him to work quite as effectively as any authority of the boss. About a quarter to 6, though no supper bell had rung, Milo remarked that he guessed it was about time to quit and started off across the fields toward the barn alone. As they stood leisurely cleaning their hoes the boys laughed and

joked and called out to Alec that it was time to stop and put sweet oil on his .bands. Mr. Condon had promptly shouldered his hoe and started off across the fields in the opposite direction toward his own home, while the two boys and 'Alec leisurely walked around by the road to the house and big barn on the hill. As they came up to the kitchen door they found Maud standing there, and she said supper was ready. Aleo could not help admiring her. She was so straight, and her cheeks were so ross, and her features seemed made for sweetness had not necessity pat in the firm, stiff lines. She evidently got no tenderness from any one. Her mother was a tall, angular woman and known as a great worker. Aleo smiled to himself as he guessed what a reputation in that way she must have. She worked all the time with a muscular steadiness that was truly surprising in a woman, and she kept Maud at work quite as steadily. Evidently the girl had been used to it all her life and expected nothing else. Milo was evidently fond of her, but his wife did not think his indulgent manner was good for Maud, so he had to be tender at a distance, as it were, and Maud had been too rigidly brought up to encourage his awkward kindness in any way except by passive gratitude. The next day hoeing went more easily, though Alec’s hands were rather sore, and his back was stiff. He felt unspeakably tired when he woke up in the morning, but he noticed that Dally, the younger of the two boys, seemed tired, too, and Jerry, who was usually full of dry jokes, seemed rather glum. When be got into the held, he began to learn the art of taking his work more easily, though be kept at it rather more steadily than be had the previous afternoon. He saw by observing the of the ethers that it wasn't necessary to be so thorough and painstaking, quite as he bad been, and there were a number of ways in which the dirtoooM be shuffled over the weeds without digging them out, as be had done before. Two months later Milo observed that the few rows Aleo had hoed that first day had very few weeds in them, while the others were badly grown up. But Aleo never knew that, for his labors for Mr. Bennett were destined to end five days later because of an unforeseen contingency. They finished the hoeing the following Monday. The next day was the Fourth of July, and the day after that they were to begin baying. , The boys talked about it constantly, for they were exceedingly happy to get out of the dirt of the potato patch into the dean, sweet work of handling the dried grass. On every farm a change is looked forward to with expectancy, but haying is particularly attractive, and the men probably enjoy it better than anything else. Daily had privately oonflded to Alec that be had no doubt Milo would employ him and give hhn $1 a day, the full prioe being $1.50. Aleo already regarded this as a settled thing and pnt all bis personal worries out of his mind. When the? finished supper on Monday night, they ail sat around the table listlessly and planned what they would do to celebrate he Fourth. The Fourth is a great day in the country, a genuine

holiday far everybody. There was the circus to go to at Pavonia, five miles away. Maud evidently wanted to go to the circus and said she had never been. But Dally said he didn’t care a rap far the circus. He had been the year before. This year be wanted to go fishing over in Beaver pond. He had heard that there were some fine pickerel and pout over there, ami he meant to have a try at tibe pickerel in the morning and at the pout in the evening. Jerry said nothing whatever about his plana, but Aleo was privately informed by Dally that Jerry was going over “to take his girl to the Baptist picnio. ” It seemed that, though the Bennetts were orthodox, Melly Seaton’s folks were Baptists. But naturally that made no difference to a devoted lover like Jerry, who was quite willing to become a Baptist for Melly’s sake. Aleo oonld not help laughing at the idea of the tall, ungainly, droll fellow in the role of lover. But be had na doubt that Jerry and Melly managed it perfectly. Maud complained that she was always left out and never oonld go anywhere, for the boys wouldn’t take her. Her mother said she bad plenty to do at home, and there was no need of her going off to the circus or anywhere else. Milo said he would have taken her to the circus himself if he didn’t have to go over to see Plimpton Jones’ colt, which be was thinking of baying to pair with Jerry, a namesake of his stepson, He said they must have an extra team for baying, since toe old white horse John had died. Mrs. Bennett seemed to have no idea of doing anything but stay at home and work, as she was always working. A holiday would have appeared to her a sheer waste of so much time. Aleo wondered at first what be would do himself, but finally took pity on Mand and decided to apk her if she wouldn’t go to the oirous with him. He hardly knsw whether Milo would let him have a horse and buggy; but, considering the old gentleman’s tender feeling toward Mand,he presumed be wonld. It was also a question whether Mrs. Bennett wonld permit her daughter to go off for the whole day with a stranger like himself, and this was his most doubtful point of all. He decided to speak to Milo first: He followed the boss, as the boys familiarly called their stepfather, when he went to the barn with a big milk pail in each hand, and as the sturdy old gentleman sat down on his three legged stool, and, leaning his forehead against the side of the cow, began sending long, steady streams of milk rattling against the sides of the tin, Alec ventured to say: “It has occurred to me, Mr. Bennett, that if yon were willing to let me take your third horse and the open buggy Miss Mand might go over to Pavonia with me tomorrow. ’ ’ Mr. Bennett seemed to he meditating, for he did not reply immediately. Aleo thought perhaps the noise of the milk had prevented him from hearing, but that was not so. “Have you spoken to the girl?” he inquired at last. “I thought I’d better ask you about ! the horse first,” replied Alec, feeling | that there was something in the other's mind which he had not anticipated. There was another pause, varied on It | by tho steady swish of the long streams j of milk, bat at last Mr. Bennett said somewhat slowly: “Well, I guess you can hev the horse. But I wouldn’t mention nothin about goin to the circus to the women folks. I’ll speak to the girl about it when I git done milking. You’ll hev to start pretty early in the morning, but if it’s a pleasant day, as it looks like tonight, I guess you’ll get along air right. I can tell mother after yon git started.” Alec appreciated the situation immediately and judiciously walked away. He felt as if he ought to obat with Maud a little, but he didn't feel like sitting in the kitchen again after Mrs. Bennett’s dismissal of the first evening. So he lay down on a long wagon seat and decided to let Mr. Bennett manage the whole thing and said nothing to any one until Milo had broached the subject again himself. Just before he went to bed that night Milo said to him in a confidential tone that they had better start about 7 o’clock, and he wonld see that the horse and buggy were ready. That was all that was said until he drove away with Maud the next morning. It was plain that Milo had managed the whole affair, spurred on by the desire to give his daughter a pleasant holiday. When they got fairly started, Aleo had an opportunity to observe his fair oompanion. As for himself, be had borrowed a better suit of clothes than his tramp suit (the only one he bad) from Dally. It was very ill fitting and cheap, but it was of a sensible brown, and be flattered himself it made him look like a genuine country boy. Maud was dressed very demurely and simply in a gray oalico dress, with red and green ivy leaves dotted over it The skirt was a full, round one, with a belt of toe same material, and at her neck and in her sleeves the girl wore simple white ruching. She bad on a broad leghorn bat trimmed with white lawn in the simplest style. Her rosy cheeks, steady gray eyes and brown, healthy bands completed the picture. Aleo felt awkward and rough beside her and, wished be had been better dressed. But Maud was apparently not displeased with him, for she talked simply and cheerfully of a thousand commonplace little subjects, such as the hoeing, the haying, the daisies, toe brooks and the people of the village whom Aleo did not know, but about whom shetold him. He had never heard her talk before, and her simple little effort to entertain him was altogether agreeable. He did his best to keep np his end and told her a good many things, which evidently seemed to her wonderful, and gave her an insight into his previous condition, wbioh be bad not meant at this point to betray. Bat he solaced himself by thinking that he bad confidence in her discretion. The drive of five miles to the town

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was to* pleasantest part of the day. They arrived in Pavonia about 0 o’clock, and Mand told Alec where he could pat up bis horse in a stable and have him fed for 25 cents. By the time the horse was disposed of the parade of brightly colored wagons supposed to be filled with animals was about to start from the circus tents, toward which they went. There were soma beautiful white horses, with nodding plnmes on their heads, and several elephants and camels and a few less common animals snch as the llama Mand seemed qnietly drinking in everything and followed about close beside her escort, saying little. Alec was quite as much interested in the crowd of people. The girls were simple, and in a rustic way pretty and well dressed, and Aleo wondered again and again how they could put up with such awkward, hulking fellows as invariably escorted them. These young men all seemed to have bard, homy bands, grimy with their labors, trousers two inches too short for them and plain gingham shirts garnished by neckties that looked much out of plaoe or else they had on white shirts that seemed to make them excessively uncomfortable. They were all out in holiday costnme and evidently having a good time. They walked about in crowds, saying little apparently to eaoh other, bnt looking cnrioosly at everything, fairly drinking

Maud seemed quietly drinking In everything.

in the circus. Aleo was perfectly astonished at the number of people. It seemed as if every one for 16 miles around wns there, old and young alike, bent old men and little children and grandmothers and a good many pairs of young men and women ranging in age from 18 to 45. There was one pair that looked fully 46, and Aleo was sure they were on their honeymoon. At 2 o’clock the performance began, and they had quite a jolly time watching it. Afterward they spent some time in looking at the animate, which Maud seemed to study with a serious interest, for she evidently felt that here was some really useful knowledge which would keep the day from being entirely wasted.. Aleo was weary and in a hurry to get away, but sbe looked at eaoh object with none the less conscientious curi-sity. Ike drive home was a silent one, for they were both tired. Alec felt very well content. Maud seemed to him an agreeable sort of girl, thongh she did not inspire tbe least sentimental feeling in his breast. He had bad .£ pleasant day with hei* which had made him quite forget his own hardships and doubts. Tomorrow he hoped to be earning f 1 a day, and that amply consoled him for not having a single cent in his pocket. Bnt disaster awaited his arrival at the house of the Bennetts. It was nearly 9 o’clock when the tired horse walked slovsjy up to the barn, where Milo came promptly forward to meet them and take charge of the horse. He inquired if the animal had been fed, and if they had driven fast coming home, and finally if they had had a good time. Aleo jumped out to help the young lady over the wheel, bnt before he knew jnst bow she did it he found she was herself on the ground on the other side. She went direotly into the house, and he followed her at a little distance. “Well, Miss Petted Bennett,” he heard a sharp voice say as Maud entered the kitohen, “have yon enjoyed going off and disgracing yourself with a strange young man without thinking your own mother good enough to know what you were doing? Yon shall find out who rules this house. This house belongs to me. It belonged to my own husband, and now it is my bouse, and while yon are under my roof you are not going to do as yon please without suffering for it. Besides, Mr. Bennett has promised to send your fine young city swell paoking tomorrow, ooming around fooling with my daughter without saying nothing to nobody. It’s a disgrace I”

CHAPTER V. MBS. HBVM9H TUBBS HIM OCT OF THE HOUSE. When Aleo came down to breakfast the next morning after a good night’s sleep and with only a vague remembrance of what he bad beard the night before, every one was remarkably quiet. Maud said good morning in answer to his greeting, bat Mrs. Bennett did not, and Milo seemed very much depressed. Jerry made one or two forlorn droll remarks, and Dally bad something to say about his look at fishing. They, too, had not heard the news, but very soon they felt the suffocation of the atmosphere and were silent too. There they sat at table, all as silent as the grave. Aleo felt the first oppression of fear and doubt and rebeihon come over him, for he knew that be was being put out of the bouse as much as if Milo were driving him with a stick and kicks. Had Milo been putting him out that was the way he would have done it, but this was the woman’s way. It was Mrs. Bennett who was putting him out, not

Mila Aleo looked at the old man and saw that he was really miserable, though stolid enough about it, and he had a vague thought of doing or saying something to break the oppressive silence and cheer the others np. He tried one or two remarks, bnt they did not go. There sat Mrs. Bennett at the other end of the table, and she was master of toe situation. As soon as breakfast was finished Milo and toe boys eeoaped to the barn. Alec would have gone, too, but Mrs. Bennett detained him and at the same time sent Mand to do the chamber work a full hour before the regular time. “I wish to say that we will not need your services any further,” began Mra Bennett, standing like a soldier, a hand on eaoh hip, terror in her eyes. “A miserable, pioked faced brat out of the slums of New York to oome here and pretend to be somebody and disgrace me and my family”— She had counted evidently on pouring out all her wrath and vituperation for at least once in her life, bnt Alec felt his'blood rising, his recent meekness seemed to slip from him, and to the utter astonishment of the angry woman before him he took on an air of wounded dignity of a sort qoitft new to Mrs. Bennett and mid: “Madam, excuse me. I will not trouble you further. ” With that he walked away like a king. Hurrying up the baok stairs three steps at a time, be snatched from his room his little rnbber bag, with the blanket tied to it, jnst as it was when he came a week before, and huiAed out of the house. As he went he looked about for Maud, but she was nowhere to be seen. He was sorry for her and partly angry at Mrs. Bennett on her account, for the attitude the woman had taken seemed to him to refleot on her daughter far more than It did on him, and if in any way he oould have avenged the innocent child he wonld have done so. But hd saw nothing for it bat to go away.

It was a clear, cool morning, like the one on which he had first come, and in his present condition of mind walking was a genuine pleasure. He felt as if he oould walk at least 26 miles, since 26 miles would be so far away from the house he hated so. As the sun rose ooDtinually higher the day grew warmer, bnt the air was not sultry, and Aleo rather enjoyed the exercise of walking, thongh the perspiration streamed from every pore and the dust rose and stuck to his hands and face until they were quite black. He felt stronger and more vigorous in body than when he set ont, and, though he had not a cent in his pooket, be felt more secure by far than on that first day. Moreover, his pride was up with his auger, and he could not very well mourn in discouragemeut over the possibility of starving. That was too ridiculous. His plan was to walk as far as be could and then inquire for work, or at least bejc a night’s lodging and promise to wcrk.it out o.u the morrow. The people seemed hospitable enough, and he felt that his simple, earnest manner was convincing proof of his honesty. Bnt he did wonder that Milo and the boys should seem to have turned against him so suddenly, as if be had indeed committed a fault for which he could be blamed. Tbe thought of that whole affair rankled so in his breast that he resolutely put it entirely aside and allowed himself to enjoy as well as he could the beautiful soenery through which he was passing. Far in the distance he could see from a hilltop now and then the faint outlines of the White mountains cut vaguely against the sky like hazy clouds. Behind him was tbe lake, of whose shining water he caught stray glimpses between the hills and through the trees. About him on every side were hills and valleys innumerable, long level slopes with sheep grazing on them or scarred, bush grown hillsides from which tbe timber had been ont not many years before or granite ledges standing out bare and white. And at every step the scene shifted. Here there was a beautiful little glen overgrown with young box and maple, while ont of its bosom poured a little stream that ran down into a meadow, where cattle were standing to their knees in the cooling mud and water. Again it was a broad view of a valley following the course of a larger stream, along which lay towns and villages at scattered intervals, and yonder to the left on tbe horizon were the dim outlines of the Green mountains, and between, out of sight, flowed the Connecticut. It was past noon, and the young man felt so hot and weary that he decided to rest. At a farmhouse be was passing he stopped for a drink, and, though it was hateful to him to think of begging, he asked for something to eat, frankly stating that be bad no money. Bnt the rather well dressed woman who came to the door curtly refused. The sting revived his anger of tbe morning, but he turned doggodly away. Just beyond the bouse, however, was a fine garden. He oonld see ripe strawberries and some lettuce. Be paused a moment, looking at it, and rapidly thought that since the woman had refused his honest request he would not scruple to help himself. The garden was hidden from tbe bouse by some thick trees, so be leaped the fence, and sitting down in toe shade at one side of the strawberry bed began to pick and eat. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

A LONG SEARCH.

Everywhere Kitty bad sought the quotation— Browning aqd Tennyson, Shelley and Lang. Shakespeare she handled with great veneration, Shutting, however, the tomes with a bang. Byron she searched, and Swinburne so burning— •' Oosse, Austin Dobson, Stevenson, Moore. Leaves of each one she was futilely turning, Hopeless her search as ever before. Then wearied, fearful, she angrily flirted Out of the libtory—rushed she distraught. “Let’s give it up,” then shepoutingly blurted, “For I have forgotten the line that we sought.” —Exchange.

THE LOAVES AND FISH

TROUBLE IN STORE FOR M’KINLEY IN GIVING THEM OUT. The Quadrennial Agony Which Every President Hut Go Through—Army of Plaoe Hunter* That Besiege Him—He Will Not Know Best For Months. Mr. MoKinley will not really realise that he is president until the rush for offloe begins, and then he will know beyond a doubt that he is not only in the highest office within the gift of the American people, but that one of the most important duties of that office is the appointment of several thousand other fellows to office. Neither in the civilised nor in the uncivilised world can the soenea attending the first days in offloe of a president of toe United States be duplicated. They are unique. Dear to tire heart of every American who wants to undertake the great trust of holding • public offloe, they are to some extent food for amusement and satire to toe remainder of Christendom. We do things on a gigantio soale. We have the biggest trees, the biggest waterfall, toe biggest public buildings, the biggest (and possibly the ugliest) monument, the biggest political campaigns and the biggest inaugural pageant No other country can hold a oandle to us. We take the patisserie, as toe French would say. The feelings at a candidate for the presidency mast be strange in the extreme, but almost any one of ns would like to feel them. But if the mere fact of the oandidaoy must make toe oandidate feel queer, whpt must it be for him when he rides np “the avenue” in the presence of 1,000,000 peoplfe, flags flying, drums beating, bayonets glistening, soldiers and oitisens marching, the crowd roaring, the whole world talking of but the one supreme thing, the melanoholy fellow who is going out sitting beside the triumphant fellow who is going in and trying to look as if he enjoyed it—all frantio, all lnnatip, all bellowing and soreaming. “The king is dead! Long live the king!” That is the way the government administration of the highest civilization the world has ever known is hustled into office. Then ooines the ball of the inauguration, when all who oan pay the fee jam and orowd and crush and scream and swear in unison for four or five hours, the president and his family in tho midst of them, the danoers fighting for space to trip, perspiring, catohing cold, inviting and often getting pneumonia or grip or a fever. That is the grand and solemn finale of tho business of putting a president in office, and it must almost seem possible that it is enough to make the president wish that we had the simpler and more impressive forms In vogue at tho induction of an Indian or Ashanti chieftain.' All this red fire moil at an end, the new president finds himself at peaoe, as he fondly hopes, transferred at last from his humble home to the historic mansion where so many of his predecessors , have dwelt for a time. Now he is mas- j ter of the situation. Hois behind strong doors, looked, gaarded on the outside j by faithful human mastiffs, who are yet further re-enforced by a cordon of polioe. It is impossible he should be disturbed except by friends whom be invites and wishes to see.

His cabinet is selected, not without some friction, on account of the persistence of the arguments of boss politicians whose-business it is to have friends at court. He has had to abandon many of his own views in regard to the construction of the little machine of personal advisers and beads of departments in response to the demands of the greater maohine which dominates the party which made him president. The senate is in extraordinary session for the purpose of confirming members of the cabinet and their immediate assistants. There is no friction here. The sonate kindly permits, except on rare occasions, the president and the managers to control the personality of the president’s political family. The first day or two of the stay of 'the executive in the White House is passed in comparative qaiet and ThenPresto! Change! Bang, bang! goes the doorbell before the guards are well awake of a morning. Senators, representatives, bosses, state and local; big and little politioians—the littler they are the bigger their assumption of importancestream up the pavements. Carriages whirl through the great iron gates and up the drives. Anterooms are crowded with a pushing and insistent crowd. They struggle for precedence to gain a hearing. They resort to all sorts of trioks and devioes to induce the guards to give them the advantage of a minute, an hour, a day, for there are so many of them that some are focoed to go day after day before they can get a hearing, no matter bow rapidly the poor, harassed, beleaguered man in the inner room strives to satisfy them. Assistant secretaries, comptrollers, auditors, commissioners, deputies and so on must be appointed for the departments. Eaoh congressman has a favorite, who has assisted him inhiß political and factional wars,for each of the places. Within a few days the straggle, the fleroe contention for place and pay, reaches its height A few appointments are made. Every appointment disappoints. One succeeds, and a dozen are "turned down,” and a dozen hearts burn with wrath against the president who is the author of their humiliation and ruin. The defeated aspirant blames his congressman, and the congressman, himself hounded to death, blandly as he may explains bow It was all the fault of the president. To make the descent into Avemus easier, the congress-

man says there is a hope that some other place can be found for the hungry office seeker, and than the tragedy is played over again, the aspirant growing poorer and more desperate day after day, the congressman more hardened, the president more harassed, the target for on ever increasing volume of curses. The new president had never dreamed that there'were snch incomputable numbers of postoffleea, ous tom houses, internal revenue offices, pension agenoies, consulates and foreign legations. To his maddened brain there are millions of them, and a thousand aspirants for each one. From early morning, not only till dewy eve, but far into the night, he hears the tramp, tramp, tramp of the office hunters and their congressional sponsors. Tramp, tramp, tramp, they file past him in never ending procession while he sleeps. ~ Sleeps? The offloe hunting Macbeth has murdered sleep. The attempt to sleep is but one long and terrible nightmare. The closed eyes oannot shat oat the interminable line of plaoe seekers, fierce, hungry eyed, ready to bless or curse as the pendulum of appointment swings. Pleading, entreating,urging, demanding, polite, obsequious, impudent, insulting, they oome on and on, in herds and droves, asserting eaoh his prerogative to get and hold offloe as the price of bis fealty in the future and the reward of his services in the past. This is toe feast of human skulls to which the American people have invited Mr. MoKinley.—Washington Cor. Pittsburg Dispatch.

SOLD HIS WIFE FOR $500.

She Figures m an Asset In a Commercial Transaction. Sioux City wives are listed at |SOO eaoh at the present writing. In oase legal proceedings are necessary, however, before tbe deal oan be olosed it is understood that the purchaser bear the expense. The price has been established within the last few days by a firm of small merchants in toe oity. Of the two members of the house oue was married and one single. The latter boarded with his partner. Recent developments made a dissolution of the partnership desirable. Tbe partners were going over tbe stook preparatory to a division when the unmarried man unexpectedly looked up with the remark, “I'll allow you |BOO on your wifo if you’ll inolude her in the deal. ” “I ought to have |0OO,” rejoined tbe husband, “but if you’ll pay for the divorce and get her oonsent we’U call it square. ” Then they shook hands. The lady was willing, and her future husband has sent her to South Dakota, as tho shortest way of Beouring the necessary deoree of separation. As soon as it is granted the new marriage will be celebrated. —Chicago Timcs-Herald.

SIX WIVES CONFRONT HIM.

Remarkable Keene In n Kentucky Courtroom During n Trial. While J. H. Hart was on trial in tho Graves oonnty (Ky.) court at Mayfield for bigamy six of his eight living wives and four yonng children sat near him. Although not a bit good looking, Hart is believed to have been married at least ten times. His matrimonial relations cover over. four states. He is 48 years old, baldheaded and bow legged. The other day three of his wives—oue from Missouri, one from Tennessee and one from Kentucky—arrived. One was nursing a baby in her arms and the second led a little boy. The third will soon add another member to Hart’s family. The trio visited the jail together, and Hart, not a bit embarrassed, chatted with all three of them for some time. Several of the bigamist’s victims stop at the same hotel. They live happily, althongh nearly all of them call him “husband.” Hart did not deny his guilt and seems proud of his abilities as a lady catcher.

Pastor as a Healer.

Rev. Mason W. Pressler, pastor of tbe United Presbyterian eburoh of Hamilton, 0., a brilliant and popular yonng clergyman, will resign his pastorate Jan. 1 to take np the study of tbe new healing soienoe of osteopathy at the original sanitarium in Missouri. Mr. Pressler’s. interest in tho new treatment grew ont of the wonderful cure it worked on bis wife, one at whose legs was about to be amputated for a decay of tbe bone. He has since evinced a remarkable interest in tbe treatment, bnt bis step occasioned great surprise among his parishioners and friends. It is the same treatment that Mrs. J. B. Foraker and other prominent Cincinnati ladies are employing, Mrs. Foraker’s 4-year-old son having been greatly benefited at the Missonri sanitarium.—Cincinnati Commercial Tribune.

Denies That the Best of Men Get Drunk.

In the trial of a case before Jndge Dickey, in the supreme court at Poughkeepsie, N. Y., an attorney remarked in justification of admissions made concerning the personal habits of his client, “The best of men get drunk." Judge Diokey in his charge to the jury said: “I dissent entirely, as I know yon all do, with the opinion expressed by the attorney for the defendant, that the best of meh get drunk. The best of men do not get drunk. If there ever was such a time, it has gone by in this and all other oivilized communities."

Oranges Raised In Arkansas.

An orange raised on of Samuel Cellar, two miles south of Eureka Springs, Ark., on exhibition at a grocery store, is attracting considerable attention. It is of average size, fully matured and equal in flavor to a Florida sweet or a California navel. Cherries blossomed there in October, strawberries ripened, in the open air last week,! the second crop of red June apples is half grown and pears are now in bloom. —Chicago Times-Herald. .1 fy/ashi

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