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b-r t U M M U It ? M T ? ! I t 1 11 1 ? I CHAPTER I. I know how silly it Is of m to fvet wer this separation of a few weeks, Jack, bat I'm suffering from that most feminine of all feminin ailments a praieatlment. I hart a horrible dread that you will not coma back to me Jut tha game as you leare me." Jack Dornton knew this was all very foolish. loved pretty Ethel Mallett very clearly; so, instead of patting his thought Into words, he kissed the tearful face and lovingly comforted her with tows of eternal constancy., ' "Yoa know I needn't stay down there entil the pictures are finished," he said. As soon as I haYe the sketches well forward, I shall come back and complete (ht larger pictures from them at home; and, though I shall be -working very hard, that will not preTent you from coming every day to watch my progress and cheer me up for an hoar or so In the afternoon." Ethel smiled It was rather a pitiful attempt and turned resolutely to the breakfast table. "It was good of yoc to think of coming to breakfast with us, so that we might see the last of you befora starting," she said bravely, as she busied herself with the coffee cups. Mr. Mallett came down a few moments later, and breakfast was got through with due decorum, In deference to "papa's dislike to emotion." Shortly after the meal Jack was tramping away his portmanteau In one hand and a portal easel in the other. He had been engaged to Ethel Mallett for two months, and they were to be married as soon as he could provide a suitable home for her. A fortnight after he had obtained the reluctant consent of Mr. Mallett to this arrangement, a certain Lord Summers, attracted by two water colors of Jack's in a fashionable gallery, had found him out and offered him a liberal commission to execute a aeries of six pictures, the subjects to be aelected from the immediate neighborhood cf his lordship's place in Exbridgethire. Jack had jumped at the offer, seeag that it would enable him to place lttle Ethel in a home of her own two months sooner than he anticfpatec. i. So here he was, after a two hoars run, hard at work in the woods of Majlingford, skillfully and rapidly filling in the leading features of Maliingford House and Its surroundings. While his fingers were thus busy, he was recalling the conversation he had had with Lord Bummers upon" the place of his first subject. 'Would you wish me to begin with Bommern eld?" Jack had asked, when taking his final Instructions from his Lordship. "No; I should like to be at Summerfield myself when you are there, I think you had better make Mallingford House your first subject. It is about ten rules from Sammerfield, and yon can work your way toward there. I shall be down by the last week of July, and hope to have the pleasure of showing you some hospitality." Jack bowed his thanks. "You will be delighted with Mailingford," his lordship went on. "It is a noble place, and I have a rather peculiar Interest in the property. The late owner, Sir Paul Mailing, was a most eccentric man, with a very exalted notion of his own importance as head of the house. He had neTer married, and was mortally offended with his brother Geoffrey because he took unto himself a wife at the age of thirty-eight without first consulting him. 'Poor Paul! He was a great friend of mine; but I'm bound to confess that he was of a most unforgiving disposition. Would you believe it, Mr. Dornton? He was so ur just as to disinherit Geoffrey and leave the whole of his property to his only sister's only child, Pauline Lüften. Iiis will confirmed his reputation for eccentricity, for he made even her Inheritance conditional; first, upon her taking the name of Mailing, and, econdly, upon her not marrying under the age of twenty-five without her guardian's approval and consent. A very awkward thing for the guardian. I am that not-to-be-envied person, ßo, you fee, should the young lady in question happen to fall in love with some poor beggar of a fellow, I could not consistently give my consent, and she would have to giva up either her love or her position as owner of Mallingford, one of the finest seats hi the county." "In which case?" Jack said, interrogatively. "In which case the disinherited brothr would hare his own. But I am glad to say that my charming ward will be twenty-five in September and will then be in a position to please herself In her choice of a husband for which I am devoutly thankful, as It relieves xae'of a serious responsiDinty. ' V"I can quite understand that." I was in hopes at first that I not be called upon to exercise mv mF. dianship at alL When Sir Paul died, Pauline was away with her father In Italy. He was a sad reprobate, and ipent his time chiefly in gambling houses, leaving his motherless girl among all kinds of people. Well, as fate willed, this Lufton. died just a month before Sir Paul, and, though we made every effort to find his daughter, we could obtain no tidings of her. We traced the father and daughter to Naples where the former died; but after that we could hear nothing of her. We sent out agents, we advertised, we did everything we could. At last, after five months of fruitless inquiry, and just as we were losing heart, and wondering whether we should not begin to hunt up poor Geoffrey, he appeared suddenly at my solicitor offices. She loo'ted wret&edly HI, said she had been wc.king her heart out as a teacher of English at a Spanish school, and had only recently seen one f oar advertisements. She was nine teen then and that is nearly six years azo." And new, as Jack Dorn ton stood in the shady wood, with the noonday sun making little patches of white here and there wherever it could pierce the thick foliage above, and with a buzzing of insects in his ears he was weaving all sorts of romantic fancies concerning the owner 1 pf all the beauty unrounding him. CIIAPTER II. ! From behind the bole of a large tree lack DorntOT! was being narrowly scanied by a jozas lady, who seemed well liiävd with the luspection. She watched him at work foe some minutes with a izlizl loci of admiration la her ejes. r turned from her survey presently, led stooping down, crept away slowly tee" J ti3 brushwood xnakinj a detoa. ' tla evident Intention of reaching

The ifc's Sret OR A BITTER RECKONING By CHARLOTTE AI. BRAEME

t t M44WW.M.. I 1 ! In the meantime Jack, stretching himself after his spell of work, noticed a small natural mound covered with soft velvety grass. The more he looked the stronger became the temptation to take ten minutes rest He yielded at last, and found the mound an excellent pillow. Before he had enjoyed two of the alio ted ten minutes' rest, his open locket, containing a portrait of Ethel, dropped from his hand, and a myriad of gnats buzzed and whizzed In happy freedom round his head. Jack Dornton was fast asleep. At that moment a woman came glidiaj by !n full view of the easel. She was a woman of surpassing loveliness, tall, stately, with mass of golden plaits coiled round and round her head, full melting brown eyes and ripe red lips, a skin rivaling the peach in Its delicate coloring, and a carriage queenly In Its every movement Her dainty cambric gown, cunningly made to "more express than hide her form," trained carelessly, among the ivy roots and brambles behind her. Her simple straw hat she carried in her hand, and her whole air suggested the pretty "maiden meditation fancy free." She gave a well-feigned start when she had come well in view of Jack's easel. It was not pleasant to watch the swift change that came over the beautiful face as she marked the vacant scat and thought herself alone. It revealed unmistakably the defects of her character as-indicated in the cruel little carves at the corners of the mouth, which were generally concealed beneath the pretty confiding smile that from long practice had become habitual with her. Advancing cautiously, she glanced around, and soon discovered Jack's whereabouts. She went quickly to the easel, and critically examined the morning's work. Turning aside, she remarked to herself, "With such decided talent and such an appearance, he would be sure to succeed if he were properly taken up." She then walked on tip toe to Jack, and scrutinized him quite as critically as she had scrutinized his work, and evidently with as much approval Then, her quick eye detected the open locket uy hlj slde She looked carefully at the sleeper and having assured herself of the soundness of his slumbers, went down upon her knees by his side, the better to examine the portrait She started visibly when her eyes fell upon the sweet face smiling at her from the tiny trinket She rose quickly and walked away a few yards. "So she Is this landscape painter's 'village maiden I' " she muttered vindictively. "Surely there is some fatality in his coming herel I can't be mistaken. It is the same insipid babylshly pretty face that Lord Summers pointed out to me in the park the other day. And she loves this Apollo, does she? And perhaps he thinks he loves her. Well, we shall see what we shall see!" There was a significant glitter in her fine eyes, and an instantineous tightening of the red lips seemed to tell of a hard, cruel heart beneath the fair exterior. But the expression of her face changed as if by magic when Jack rolled over on tc his side and showed signs of waking. She had posed gracefully before ths easel, and awaited him. "I believe I've been asleep," he murmured drowsily, raising himself on one elbow, when his eyes ell upon the dazzling loveliness of the girl so earnestly regarding his picture; and In the first glimpse of Pauline Mailing, Jack's senses and artistic perceptions were alike roused, and, springing to his feet he went toward the easeL "I beg yenr pardon for the liberty I have taken in examining your picture," murmured tho woodland nymph melodiously. "I hope I did not disturb you. May I be allowed to continue my Inspection?" Jack, hardly awake even yet muttered something about "too much honor." "You are Mr. Dornton, are you not?" she continued, still looking at. the picture, and giving Jack time to pull himself together. "Lord Summers told me he was going to ask you to make a picture of my house." It was Miss Mailing then, and no woodland nymph, after all. Jack felt disappointed, though he could not tell why. "I suppose you will remain here for soms days. May I offer you a little hospitality during your stay? The village inns arc, I believe, wretchedly uncomfortable, and I should not like a friend of my guardian's to be driven to their shelter while I am at home. We are two lonely women just now, and but dull company, I fear; but we will do our best to make you comfortable for this week at least. Next week I am off again until the end of the season, and shall have to leave you to the mercies of the servants. Say you will come." Thank you very much," Jack began hesitatingly; "but I did not anticipate in fact I made no preparation " "Is that the only difficulty?" she Interrupted gently. "Pray don't let that stand In the way. Mrs. Sefon and I will shut our eyes to the enormity of a morning coat at dinner, and will promise to think no less of you on that account We dine at half past seven, so that we may have an hour or two of these lovely sunmer evenings Lt the gardens." Jack raised his soft felt hat, and watched her graceful figure as she glided away down the dim leafy vista of the wood. He wished that she had stayed longer, that he might still be looking into her glorious eyes, watchinj the ever changing lights that came and went as rapidly as scudding clouds across a summer sky. When at last a curve In tho path hid her from view he turned again to his work .with a heavy sigh, wishing it was already half past seven. CHAPTER IH. "Now you are to consider yourself quite at home, Mr. Dornton' Hits Mailing said, as she rose from the table. ''Stay ami meditate hero In solitude, or come out on the terrace, as suits your Inclination." . The moon came out by and by, throwing from behind a curtain of tender gray clouds a soft, silvery, shimmering light over the landscape-. , . After Mrs. Sef ton had gone indoors, Pauline led tho conversation in a manner th'at quite entrained hr companion. The witchiry : ?f the evening, the beauty of tho .voman, and the spell of her fasclnatkns wrought upon Jack's Impresslonable nature, and hli. dreams that night were of lovely women with golden hair and liquid brown eyes. A wt:k later, Jack Dornten stood at the breakfast room window, apparently absorbti In the calm,; radiant ttautr cf

the scene before him; yet his breast wai torn with conflicting passions. Pauline Mailing was returning to town by the midday train, and the pain that her proposed departure had caused him had also opened his eyes to the hateful truth that he had been unfaithful to his littlo Ethel's memory. "What a blind fool I have been," he told himself, wrathfully, "to stay here day after day, and not see my own dangerl Miss Mailing has been very kind and gentle; but I dare say she looks upon me as belonging to a very inferior class to her own; and I, to show my gratitude, must return her womanly kindness by presuming to fall in love with her! Apart from my supreme conceit with regard to Miss Mailing, I have behaved shamefully to Ethel," he went on; and a flush of self-condemnation crept over his handsome face. " I've been away from her a whole week, and only one short note have I ent her." He seated, himself at the writing table In the window and seized a pen. He nibbled the penholder, as if in expectation of receiving inspiration from the act Before he had quite made up his mind as to the wcrding of his overdue love letter he heard a rustle at the door, and Miss Mailing entered in her elegant traveling costnme. "How I shall miss your pleasant little morning chats, Mr. Dornton" with a gentle sigh "our happy sketching expeditions, and our delightful evenings!" "You canot miss them as I shall," Jack returned. "You think not?" raising her eyes slowly to his and dropping her voice mournfully. "That shows how little yoa know and appreciate your gain In possessing the hearty love and esteem of a few true friends, instead of the monotonous adulation of a horde of mere fashion! able acquaintances. You cannot understand, because you have never experienced It, how the emptiness of our lives sometimes palls upon us butterflies, and what we would give at such times to have a real object la life; how we Ions for the affection of one disinterested creature!" "Here Jack would have precipitated himself bodily into the yawning chasm she had so conveniently opened for him, but for the entrance of Mrs. Sefton, who proceeded to dispense the comforts of the breakfast table in her own Inimitable manner. The carriage was at the 4oor before the meal was properly over. "Good-by, Mr. Dornton," said Pauline, as she stood with one dainty foot upon the step. "I shall hope to find you here when I return; and I fear," she continued, again lowering her voico dangerously, "I shall not be able to endure much of London's vapid society after the intellectual Intercourse we have enjoyed lately. I shall be back In a fortnight You will not forget me In that time?" (To be continued.)

WHICH WAS IT, CHILD OR DOG? An Inhuman Conversation Orerheard in a Restaurant. The observant woman sat in a restaurant and as time hung heavy while she waited for her luncheon, she listened to tho conversation of the two women at the next table, relates the Philadelphia Bulletin. As a matter of fact it would have been difficult not to hear it "Bess couldn't come," said one woman, la a loud, cheerful voice. "Shs went to the hospital this morning." "Oh, my I Did she?" queried the other, sympathetically. "You must feel bad." "Yes, I felt awful," answered No. 1, resignedly swallowing strawberry and chocolate Ice cream. "I combed her hair for the last time and watched her go." 'T hope they'll be good to her," said Ko. 1, fervently. "Ohyes, she'll get the best of care. I wish you could have seen how cute she looked on the stretcher." "Mercy T exclaimed the other, be? tween nlbWes of sandwich. "Did they take her on a stretcher?" "Yes. She looked so sweet as she lay under the sheet, looking her last at me." Both women ate In pensive silence for some minutes while tbe listener at tho next table divided her time between her own newly arrived luncheon and curious glances at this unfeeling mother, who could demolish food in good spirits and was evidently bedecked for the matinee, w hile her children were carried to hospitals on stretcheTSl "She doesn't look like an Inhuman parent," thought the listener, Indignantly, but she must be." Then the two began again. "How are Lily and Jennie?" queried No. 2. "Oh, high-spirited as ever. In tho best of health," replied tho "inhuman parent1 ("She has so many," thought the listener. "Maybe that accounts for her lndLTerence.) "And how is poor little Frances?" was the next query. No. 1 shook her head sadly. "No better," she said, cleaning her Ice cream dish with relish. "I really am distressed about Frances." ("Aha! A little feeling. Her favorite, no doubt," thought the listener.) "Well, I'll tell you what you'd better do," said No. 2, leaning forward Impressively and lowering her voice. "You'd better chloroform Frances, that's my opinion." (The listener nearly fell out of her chair. She watched to see what effect this diabolical advice might have even upon the most Inhuman parent) "I guess we'll have to," returned the "parent" sorrowfully, as she rose and Hacked tfca crnmbJ from her dress. "Come on, or we shall be late. We naYd our tickets to get" ."I wonder, now," meditated the IIsteacr, as she watched the two frilly mitlitt blouses vanish through the doorway. "I wonder If they weren't talking about dogs, after all Told in Confidence. . The Caller The man who wrote that pocan- you printed yesterday didn't know what he was writing about - The Editor Of course not Otherwise it wouldn't have been poetry. ; Patting Him Wise. Her Father What . are you and young Shortlelgh going to live on In case you marry? Ills Daughter Well, If you must now, papa, go look In the mirror. Strenuous llint. Ilusband Let me see, how long has It been since Uncle John was here? Wife Oh, It must be MTeral years. He was here the week after I got my last cw bonnet Detroit Tribuns.

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OY DAVID CHAPTER XXIII. (Continued.) The man knew nothing of any person of that name, nor did he seem to recognize the fat drunkard with an Inordinate appetite for rum, even when Jethroe described him. "No such party as that along with om crowd," said the man. At this point Harvey called out to signal the approach of the cart, which, when it appeared, turned out to ,be no more than a floor on wheels, the wily Jethroe having stipulated that its front and sides should be removed, lest It might be utilized to conceal an enemy sufficiently numerous to overwhelm him at close quarters. The provision had been received with marked disfavor among the men of Little William's commando, but, learning that the nppeararc of the cart In any other condition thar, that stipulated for would be treated as proclamation of treason, and that the hostages would be shot at once as a consequence, they recognized not for the first time the quality of the man with whom they had to deal, and gave an unwilling assent to his arrangement So the two wounded and the one dead man were quietly carried away. The carter rroved to be an old acquaintance a member of the original firm and he and Jethroe had a talk together in memory of old times. "You understand," said Jethroe cheerfully, "that in case of a night attack I make it my first business to deal with Xittle William." I "Quite so," replied the desperado, as icoolly as if they had been discussing a (fractional percentage. "I'll let 'cm know what you say. So long, matey!" ! "We shall be left alone to-night," said jJethroe; "but they're too strong for us. (We've lost Sinbad's valley, Harvey. If jit hadn't been for those blarmed nigers ;who delayed us last night we might at least have seen the promised land. Now I'm afraid we shan't even get a look at it" The half-breed called out something in his own language, and Jethroe walkled toward him with a grunt of inquiry. The fellow spoke again. "Harvey," called Jethroe, "this scoundrel's conscious. Come and have a look jat him." ; Plain Mr. Smith's eye3 were open, and plain Mr. Smith's lips were moving, but po intelligible sound issued. Jethroe knelt down by him, gave him a weak dose of spirit and water and moistened his temples and under his ears with whisky, it was done quite business-like, .without apparent emotion of any sort "You know, where you are, I suppose?" he asked. "You know who's got hold of your To each question the eyelids answered "Yes," and there was a cynical, truculent something in the brute's fac which phowed that he was not yet snbdi ed. Jethroe put an arm about the sufferer's neck and raised him to a sitting posjture. The stanch villain went gray in tho face, but ha made no sound, and when a reviving draught was set to his lips he drank it as if it had been milk. The color flowed back into his face, and he said in a seedy voice: 'Trop me up a bit, and I'll talk to you." A packing case and a few blankets served the turn which was asked of them. "Now," said Jethroe, shredding tobacco for his pipe, and kneeling beside his enemy, "what have you got to say?" "We've licked you, IlArvey," said Little William. "We're the first in Diamond River, after all." "Yes," said Jethroe, "you're first and you're last." He paused so long before tbe two divisions of this brief speech and dropped the latter half of it with so much intention, that the wounded man stared at him in a kind of stupid wonder. "We're first," he repeated dogedly. "And last," said Jethroo again. "What d'ye mean by that?" the other fcsked him, with a curse. "You may know it m good time. If you get better," said Jethroe, nodding his head very slowly and looking at him with eye3 which fairly blazed, "I'll show you." ; "Oh," said Little William, "I've got my dose I know that" He moaned feebly, and then his weakTiers overcame him and he fell asleep. . CHAPTER XXIV. In spite of plain Mr. Smith's prophecy, he mended with astonishing rapidity. As sometimes happens, his forces rallied toward the end, and before he flickered out he was defiant "That was a fine old trick of yours," he said, In his husky, jeering whisper, "getting yourself buried. It might ha done with some of 'em. It didn't work with me, though, did it? I was on the spot to look at things, and as a consequence we're first in Diamond Valley. Harvey, we're first in ' His voice failed him, and he made a grab at the tin at his side. Jethroe helped him to it in his commonplace, unmoving way, as if there had been no enmity between them. The man drank and waged his feeble dying head and gasped in triumph: "First in Diamond Valley!" "And last," said Jethroe once more. And with the words he turned upon his heel, and, having saddled and bridled his pony, made a search for a certain weighty bag he had carried with him, slung It by its own strap across his shoulder, mounted, and rode away. Harvey watched him wonderingly, but forebore to question him. For days there had been a complete suspension of hostilities. Jethroe had seemed to recognize the Impossibility of approaching the river bed, and ' his successful competitors for the-prize had agreed to leave him unmolested as long as he did not approach them. There had been. In fact, a tacit armistice. But a flag of truce had twice covered the person of a messenger who had been sent to inquire about the welfare of Little William, and on each occasion the ambassador had been half mad -with news of the gathered" 'spoil. Thero had never been anything like It On his second and last visit the messenger reported the possession of diamond enough to spoil th . rorld's market "But," he had said, "we arenot such fools as that comes to." " . "Oh, dear no," said Jethroe, laughing like a man well pleased; "you won't spoil the market." The talk was in his mind as he rode. He went leisurely, for it was at the heat of the. day, and he had at present no occasion for haste. He meant to get out of his pony by-and-by whatever was to be got out of hlra to tho tery last ounce, but the time was not yet He drew his flapped hat over his eyes as a protection from the glaring light, and Jogged on,' thinking, with an immovable, fixed face, which would have told aa observer nothing-

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He came in course of time to the spot where a slight movement, as it were, of Nature's little finger had stayed in a moment the impetuous torrent which had run for thousands of years and had scored so deeply Its course across the landscape. Here he hobbled his steed and clambered down into the dry bed of the old river. He crossed to the natural wall, on the other side of which the waters were now confined, and inspected it closely and painstakingly. He crawled all over its base, and his inspection lasted full two hours. When at last he was satisfied he sat down by his bag, which he had laid aside at the beginning of his examination. It was tightly packed with cotton wool, and as his fingers gradually removed this it yielded a number of thick, short tubes of tin, which in their turn were lined with cotton wool. There was a projecting nozzle with a screw-worm upon it at the end of each tube, and the bag gave up a set of stringy looking tentacles which were fitted with caps corresponding to the screw-worms. Jethroe adjusted them all with patient and delicate nicety, and, handling tho whole contrivance as if it were of eggshell, and eggshell were beyond all price, he bestowed tho tubes one by one as far as his arm could reach, where he persuaded them gently to roll over into a crevice in the rock. One by one he lowered them with infinite delicate care until all were out of sight, and buried, indeed, in some eight or ten feet in the natural masonry. Now the tentacles were all drawn together to one tube, and the length of this tube was carefully estimated. After a good deal of thought Jethroe cut oft one foot or thereabouts, and then, striking a match, he set fire to the end of the tube. It caught at once and burned slowly, steadily, and with such regularity that the minute hand of a watch might have been timed by it. Meantime Harvey, unsuspecting of his uncle's dreadful purpose, lay idly on the turf, with broadcast limbs, with his hat upon his face to shield his eyes from the overmastering glare of the sun. "There is no use iu lingering here," he was saying to himself. "If we are beaten, wo are beaten, and it will be just as well to recognize defeat" His thoughts turned toward home, and he was dozing in a dream of some peaceful scene of greenery when the halfcaste touched him on the shoulder and awoko him. The man's jabbering dialect, half native and half Dutch, had no meaning in his ears, but the language of gesture is universal, and the man's finger thrust again and again toward the west sent Harvey's gazo in that direction. He rose and shaded his eyes, and there, very far away, he could make out a little wall of dust, which came nearer and nearer as he gazed. The half-caste talked unceasingly in his own barbarous dialect, but conveyed no hint to Harvey's mind, until at length he shouted, "Plenty men woman!" and then held up a forefinger. "A woman?" said Harvey, staring still before him, and as yet seeing nothing through the dust cloud. "Woman," said the half-caste; "one." CHAPTER XXV. Harvey watched the approaching cloud with both hands gathered above his brows, and on a sudden he discerned a female figure on horseback, who came toward him at a break-neck pace. It was hidden here and there in a hollow of the field, and streaming behind it came a band of mounted men. His heart rather than bis eyes assured him that the figure in the van was that of Constance, but he asked himself in wonder if her presence here were possible, and, granting that it were possible, what it might portend. As the headlong river breasted the last hollow, and rose above it a quarter of a mile away, his doubts vanished, and he ran to meet her. It wa3 Constance beyond question, and at the very instant at which he knew her he was aware that he himself was recognized. The two raced toward each other, alike impetuous, and before the horse she rode was fairly arrested in his pace, Constance was in Harvey's arms. The men who followed dusty, sun-burned fellows, in a sort of rough uniform of boots and cords, slouched hats and shirts of red flannel swept right and left as they passed, and formed in an irregular ring about them. "What brings you here?" gasped Harvey, sobbing, half with emotion and half with lack of breath. "We came to Rio Janeiro," she answered, "father and I, for a mere holiday, but there we learned that you were being followed; that the funeral at Barton had been a mockery. We guessed the worst. But, oh, Harvey, you're safe, you're safe!" "Safe, dear?" he answered in bewilderment. "Of course I'm safe." They f-rgot the crowd about them. They forgot everything but each other. He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly and gravely. Then she remembered, and pushed him away until he stood at arms length. "We are in time,'' she said to the horsemen gathered round. "This is my husband, Captain Hijliard. Harvey, this is Captain Hilliard, of the Mounted Police. I cannot tell you how good he has been to me. But you are safe, dear, you are safe!" She grew a little hysterical just then, and - one freckled, unsburned fellow among the troopers put in a word of sympathy. "Rode like a brick, sir," said the freckled man. - "Thirty-five miles from her last corn." Another sunburned fellow, halfway between tears and laughter, said: "Three cheers for the lady!" And the cheers were given. " "Hello!" said Captain Hilliard, as the noise died away. "Who's that yonder?" I wouldn't give twopence for that fellow's neck, the way he rides." "Why!" cried Harvey, "that's my uncle! What possesses him?" - We return to Jethroe the elder. He stood unmoved, and then, clambering leisurely up the bank, he mounted his htrse again and rode leisurely away, consulting his watch at the first pace. By and by he looked at the watch again and quickened his speed.' Then he drew rein ence more and listened with backward ear and eye. . "Too soon," he said to himself. "Too soon. I'm growing &s nervous as a girl." ne consulted hi3 watch again. "Twenty minutes yet. . Come, I shall hear that bang easily enough. How fast will the stream travel? I shall have a three-mile start in seven. That ought to do it." Again he set ont at a 'trot, still with that backward ear and eye, and once he went so . unwatchf ully the pony stumbled, and was almost down with

him into a breakneck hollow. Thi narrow escape made him more careful, and he rode wider from the brink of the old watercourse. But he listened as if his soul were in his ears, -and at length his impatience and anxiety so mastered him that he sat stock still, watch in hand, to await the expected sound. How -the minutes crawled! Boom! The shattering roar shook the air even where he sat and made a wind about him. Now he turned and rode as if for life, with a keen eye on the untracked ground before him, but always with that listening ear. What was that? Could he really hear it, or was it fnncy? That low roar did the wind make it on his ears, or his own pulses? Or was it drawing nearer, louder, wilder? He rode like a madman. At times the .forward-plunging waters for he was sure of their manifold voices now traveled with such swiftness that they seemed to overtake him. At others, where the bed of the old stream ran level, or even for a time opposed its breast to tho oncoming flood, the advance was stayed. But when he had reached the landmark for which ho had hastened his pony faltered and seemed barely' to recover itself, when with a- slip it fell. Jethroe threw himself clear and tore cfoot to the edge of the river stream. It was deep, and down below men were working busily. He knew nearly all of them. As he gazed there, dragging his breath in sobs, terror seized upon the men beneath him. They clutched each other and ran, some for this side of the river bed and some for that. But the awful, splendid voice was in their ears. The terror of what doom they knew not was in tbeir trembling souls. And round the bend a hundred yards away came the roaring host of waters, like a living sentient thing. The wall kept time and wheeled liko a line of men. Then it dashed down toward the narrowed gap in which its helpless victims awaited it, because there was no hope in effort. Here in this deep depth the leaping stream howled against the strangling rocks which held it and spouted like some tremendous geyser. And there wa3 no sternly exulting figure there where the advance guard of the great column had gone by, for the waters Jethroe had ridden so fast to meet had taken him. Harvey had heard the explosion faintly, but had no guess as to its meaning. He had seen his uncle riding like a madman, and he had heard the roar of the advancing wateis, not guessing what the noise might mean. He knew when the leaping wave caught Jethroe and swept him from his place as if he had been a straw, and when he stood breathless on the river's brink the river rioted along as It hart done thousands of years ago, and will do thousands of years hence. (The end.)

BOOT TRADE SUPREMACY. Iabor-Savlnj; Machinery's Effect in America. Why American boots and shoes find so large a place In British and other markets abroad is explained by the British consul at Philadelphia, Mr. Powell, in his annual trade report for 1904, just issued by the foreign office. It is owing to cheaper production, due to the use of labor-saving appliances, of which, by the way, British manufacturers were slow to take note. Although only 197,000 workers are employed in the shoe Industry In the United States, as against 290,000 in the United Kingdom, the United States makes more shoes than any other country In the world. This condition of affairs, says Mr. Towell, arises from the fact that practically nil shoes are factory-made In the United States, and tho use of the most improved machinery enables the workmen there to turn out a much greater number of shoes per head than Is accoaiplished in the United Kingdom. It is stated that twenty-eight firms alone in the United States make an .average total output of 200,000 pairs a day. Two examples are given of the saving effected by the introduction of machinery. Thus, 100 pairs of men's fine grade, calf, welt, laced shoes, single soles, soft boxed toes, made by hand in 1S05, required 2,225 hours to make, at an average cost per pair of 1 2a 3d; the same number of the same kind of shoes were made by machinery in 1895 in 29G hours, at an average cost of 3s per pair. Then 100 pairs of women's fine gmde, kid, welt, buttoned shoea, single soles, patent leather tips, soft boxed toes, made by hand In 1875, required 1,995 hours to make, at an average cost per pair of 1; the same number of the same , kind of shoes were made by machinery in 1895 in 175 hours, at an average cost of 2s 2d. London Chronicle. Look to Paris or London. VExplain to me if yoa can," says the student of the eternal feminine, "why the American woman has . not yet made a dent on the old world-in the matter of fashions for clothes. American supremacy is an old story, but if the American woman isn't supreme who or what is? Indeed, what she has done in the way of marrying European celebrities and instituting American ways In Europe is a part of our recorded supremacy, but in clothes she is not in it Whenever the last touch of fineness Is to be given to any of her garments it is described as being of Paris or London make. We havo heard, to be sure, that the shirtwaist is an American idea and that it is making, its way abroad, but when -it comes back lure It is labeled 'lingerie and as 'created' In the old world. As for the bride's trousseau, though we have as many brides here as anywhere, their clothes must all bear the foreign label. The old world still sets the styles in woman's dress. Philadelphia Record. ' ' : . ' ' ' Said the Right Thing. : Mother Why did you let him kiss you?, ". Edith Well, ' he was so nice about It. ; He asked Mother The idea I Ilaven't -I told you you must learn to say "No?" . . Edith That's what I did say.' . no Asked me if I'd be very angry' if ho kissed me. Philadelphia Ledger. : - Indifferent Honesty,, v WIgg Hardoppe is perfectly honest. Isn't he?- ' W'agg Well, he won't steal so long as he can borrow. -Philadelphia Record. " . V " i i i . Always look a mule in tho . face when you have anything to say - to him. : - . Every married man has the fact thrown up to him frequently.

Inbreeding FowTk. It Is only among mongrels that you need to greatly fear inbreeding. For at least three years, with pure breed and by judicious selection of the best fowls on each sitte, wes can breed our own fowl? among ourselves. The reason so many fear tbe effects of inbreeding is from their experience running along tho lines of culls. They kill and sell the best always, leaving anything for breeding purposes. No wonder the fowls get smaller and scrubbier each year. When you build up a good strain you must always make choice of your best among your own, Irrespective of relationship, and one can to some extent follow this out among our general utility flocks. I do not approve of it too far, but for, 6ay, three years, it is all right if you select your most perfect males and females for breeding purposes. St. Louis Globe-Democrat

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