Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 32, Number 111, 10 May 1907 — Page 7

The Richmond Palladium and Sun-Telegram, Friday, May 10, 1907.

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Author of "Raffle, the Amateur Craeksmin," "Stingaree. 'Etc. CvpynfrU I39S. by CHARLES SCRI3NERS SONS.

Synopsis of Preceding Chapters. CHAPTER I Thomas CricLsea, a young Englishman, has lost the money with which he was to pay his passage out to India. He lends Captain Blaydes S5, the amount of his passage money, and in return gets a worthless check, which leaves him penniless. He confesses his error to Claire Harding, hi3 boyhood sweet

heart.

II. James Edward William Dain-

tree is in love with Clair.

Ill Tom finds out that Captain Blayde3 is paying attention to Claire and is to be at her house that night.

He vows to have satisfaction from

Blaydes, but promises Claire that he

will not seek Blaydes for two weeks. Tom meets Blaydes a few moments late And demands his 35. IV. Blaydes draws a sword cane on Tom, who smashes it with a heavy stick which he carries. Blaydes has not the money, but gives Tom his gold watch, and Tom signs an agreement to pawn the watch and give the ticket to Blaydes. Tom leaves and is accosted by a deformed man, who ask3 the time. The next morning Blaydes is found brutally murdered beside the stile where he had been talHng to Tom. V. Blayde3 has been robbed of everything, among which the newspapers mention the gold watch which was really given to Tom. Tom had stopped for the night at the house of the man who was driving the coach at the time Tom met Blaydes. He is accused by the coachman of being the murderer.

He escapes and disguises himself, but is afraid to pawn the watch. VI Tom spends the night in a boathouse and next day is invited into the house of" a small fat gentleman, the owner, who does his best to make him feel at home. lie is betrayed by this man into the hands of the police for the murder of Blaydes. VII Claire believes him guilty. Mr. Harding hires a lawyer to see Tom. The lawyer thinks Tom is gunty and insults him in his cell. Tom throws him out. ; VIII Claire gets Daintree to retain

Bassett, one of the best criminal lawyers in England, to plead Tom's cause. IX Tom is held for the next criminal sessions court. X. Claire's maid has overheard the conversation between Claire and Tom on the night of the murder, when Tom swore he would get even with Blaydes if he had to kill hjm.to do it,; The maid compels Claire to give her some of her jewels as hush money. XI Tom is convicted of murder in the first degree. XII Tom is placed in the condemned cell. XIII Tom's sentence is commuted to transportation for life. XIV Claire's engagement to Daintree is announced. The latter's father warns Claire's father against Daintree. XV. Tom, as a convict in Australia, is bound out to the Sullivans, a peculiar and harsh family, who live iar in the interior at a place dubbed Castle Sullivan.

"lour U:;'..,i. . , .;::e:i away my appetite, Feggv." be s:i ul with a smile as he pushed back his clia!r. "It's the first I've had." from a woman, at all events, for many's the long month." With that he rose to go. but she got between him and the do jr. 'Glory be to God. au' it shan't be the last."' said she. her bnsom heaving and a tear in her eye. "Peggy's your frind. remember that. sorr. an' it's tlio rook can be the usefnllcst frind to the assigned servants. If ye'd only st'.y out what it is that's throiiblin ye so this minute:" "Coming np here as a couvict, that's all. Peggy." - "There's hundhrecls more la thim huts fomiust v.s." "That's no comfort. I'm afraid. Yon see, I am very seltlsh, I think only of myself." . "But they're nil" convicts here. Ivory mother's son but the ould cove and Mr. Nat.". -What, the overseer too?" 'Ginger? It's Ginger v.-o call 'ro. an a dacent nnn at niast times is Ginger, thni'gh yen needn't be tellin' 'ra I said sa r.r.t. faith, he's no betther than the re?t of us. If he isn't a convict now- he's a ticket-of-lave, an it's ivery wan of r.s'lf to that. sorr. If we

live long er.o.igl:." "Yes? Don't 'sir' me. Peggy. Call me Torn. I'm not even H'e Ginger, you know. I'm a convict of the deepest and the siewest dye." "An what am i r "Not you. too. Pegzy!" "Me. too. Tom. an' it's siven year I'm here for. So don't you make such a soug of 'it, me dear, or it's me ye'il h.? pnttin' to the blush:" Indeed he had done so already. And. to believe Peggy, the second blush ever seen at Castle Sullivan was still mantling ' her pleasant face when e-purs jingled again in the scullery, and Mr. Nat stood on the inner threshold. Some moments he stood there without a word, a furious glitter in his cold blue eye, his lewd raoutii showing through his beard like a gash. Peggy tit rank back. Tom was wondering if the brute had ever struck her. wheu he vrr.s addressed in a voice that shook with ill governed ferocity. "What r.ie you doing here, ErichKen: were the words. "I have jut had uiy supper. I w:,: told to have it here."

"Oh, you've had it. have yon? Then why tho devil haven't you cleared out:" roared young Sullivan, losing all control. I tell you what. Peggy.- this, man's a coll blooded murderer. That'. what he is. and that's what ho's here for. Why tkoy didn't hang him God knows, but they diTin't. so we've got the beuout instead. Let me never 'ittch Lira in here again. He'd cut your throng as seen a v look at you. Clear tmt, you gallows bird, and show roar

inside tho rjaiLsade a-aiu if you

... .... . ... --- -f . -f j f! Jj- ,?-, V dare!" Tom replied with his eye. and only scorn was In It3 steady gaze. When the other ceased, he waited a little to ascertain if that were all; then he turned upon his heel, opened the door,' walked out and shut it very quietly behind him. There were high voices in the kitchen as he went his way. And Tom himself was less cool when he reached his room, where, Indeed, he lay awake half the night still wondering whether Nat Sullivan ljfd ever struck Peggy O'Brien and whether Peggy would admit it if he had. But In the end he slept soundly on the clean straw with which he first took care to line his

bunk. Soundly, but not long, for in the middle of the night, as it seemed to Tom. the clanging of a great bell brought him to his feet In a state of high alarm. He slid into his trousers and rushed out. It was that black hour before dawn, and at first in the failing starlight he could see nobody; then he descried a figure in a long coat parading to and fro before the huts, but the bell was silent, though still swaying from the twisted arm of a gigantic gum tree, when Tom ran up and Inquired of this man what it meant. 'He found he was speaking to the night watchman, who said his business was to ring the bell first an hour before sunrise, then half an hour later and lastly when the sun appeared. "So you're to be groom?" added the watchman. "I wouldn't swap my job for yours."

"No?" said Tom. "Not me! 'Cause why? I'm on all night, but off all day, so I see less of

the coves than any other blessed man on the place. Now you'll see more of 'em, and Lord help you if you trot out a lame nag or a piece of harness the old cove can't see his ugly mug in! I wouldn't be in your shirt for something; it'll be stiekin to your back by thi3 day week!" Tom was returning to his room when a sash was softly raised in the main building, and there was Peggy at au outer window in an Inky shower bath of pitch black hair. She beckoned him with her finger, but transferred it swiftly to her lips. You did well! You did well!" she whispered. "I was in the holy terror lest you answered Mr. Nat. If you'd done that" She shuddered and shut her lips. , '.'Well, what if I had?" said Tom, beginning to feel sorry he had not. "Niver ask me!" she returned. "Only boar in mind that what they'll call 'insolence is a crime out here. Give 'em cheek, an' it's twenty-five or fifty an' now I've told ye! 'Tis well ye should know. There's some poor feller from here gets it ivery Monday as iver is. But you mustn't; so niver cheek 'em, me dear, and niver come near me kitchen anny more. Sure it'd be the dith of a young gintleman like you." "Would it?" said Tom. "Well, never

you fear, Peggy! I'm not such a fool as all that, and I'll give them no reason, you may depend." "They may be afther makin' one, Tom, dear. Faith au they'd have one

ready made if they cot ye here! There's the second bell. For God's sake be off an remimber Peggy's words." "Pll go when I'm ready, Peggy, not until; antl don't shut down that window or you'll take off my fiugers. Your hand again! It's to you I shall owe my whole skin!" He gave her his hand. She took it between both of hers and pressed it with a fervor that should have given him another warning on the spot. But her kind voice only put him in mind of Claire so far away; nor did he hear It again for some few days. Now and then she w-ould wave to him from the kitchen window, but it was always to wave him back. More often he waved to her from the stable door, but she invariably shook her black head at turn with the greatest vigor. Meanwhile her words came true. Mr. Nat had conceived a palpable spite against the new groom, and from things the latter heard In the convicts' hut, where he went for his meals, he might have understood the reason, these same things making him the less

eager to see very much more of Peggy the cook. Stiil. he gave her a wave

eucalyptlan belfry, and ali hands were recalled by it between 8 and 9 at night. Sunday was a nominal day of rest which included two long compulsory services in the courtyard beneath a savage nun. Dr. Sullivan read the prayers with the voice of an. executioner, his bamboo cane on -the desk in front of him for use as a baton or as an instrument of correction for the man who dared to smile or to whisper within his reach. The terrible old man would also take this weekly opportunity of animadverting on the lost souls and abandoned character of his convicts In general, with particular allusions to those whose enormities had earned them the lash during the preceding week. He never failed to assure future offenders that they would be punished without mercy in their turn and would slash the desk with his cane to emphasize his words. So religion and ferocity ran hand in hand at Castle Sullivan, nor was hypocrisy

very far behind. Mr. Nat led the hymns in a devout, sustained, stentorian bellow, while a maiden sister, the only lady of the establishment, whose voice the convicts never heard and whose face they seldom saw but on these occasions, supplied a perfunctory accompaniment on the pianoforte. Amid the branches of the red gums without flocks of parrots would chatter mockingly, their vivid reds and yellows lighting up the somber hues

of those perennial leaves that whispered none the less enticingly of cool siestas in the shade. Yet Sunday after Sunday these tyrannical observances were maintained and enforced, and the evangelical doctor loved to boast of the device whereby he had enforced them in the beginning. On the first Sunday nine-tenths of his men had announced themselves Roman Catholics. So he had drawn up these gentry in line outside the palisade ar.d there kept them standing out of earshot, but in the full glare of the sun, during the entire service. And on the Sunday following there was not a Roman Cath

olic among them. What remained of their ruined day the convicts spent in breaking as many as possible of those commandrr.enttj which Dr. Sullivan had been dinning in their ears. Larceny, however, was the crime most in favor at the farm, whose boundaries were seldom exempt from that foul parasite of the convict, the squatter of the early days. lie must not be confounded with the squatter of subsequent civilization. The former was usually a ticket-of-leave man, who built himself a hut in an unoccupied spot, with a preference for the near neighborhood of a plentiful contingent of assigned convicts. The squatter would supply the convicts with rum. The convict would pay the squatter with the only currency within his reach namely, that of stolen property. The squatter was sly pub

lican and sly pawnbroker in one, and a pretty specimen of his class had his wigwam and his black gin on a creek not a hundred miles from Castle Sullivan. Hither was Tom taken by one of his fellows on an early Sunday evening. Half a dozen others were there before them. Not one of these were sober when they arrived. And the strong fumes tempted Tom. Smoldering misery was in flames at this chance of quenching It for the nonce. He might have followed suit had not his companion produced a screw hammer in payment for the liquor. Tom glanced at the implement and then at his mate. "You're never going to pay with that, Mac?" "An' what for no?" "There's the farm brand staring you in the face! It Isn't yours."

"What's aboot it? If a man mayn't bilk the coves, wha may he bilk? They gie us nae wages for our work, so we maun help oursels!" And as this was the principle of all present and indeed of the average convict throughout the colony, honest Tom had no choice but to turn on his heel

and walk away amid the execrations of his fellows. But not a hand was raised against him. He had still the eye and the bearing that discourage a blow. Even the elder Sullivan had given up tapping and rapping him with that bamboo wand which was forever quickening felon fingers and sowing bla.ck murder in felon hearts. But the incident of the screw hamsnw maae au unpopular man or Tern among his fellows, and worse was to come of it. The theft was brought home to the man Macbeth, and the very next night Tom met him with a white, pinched face aud his coat on back to front. "Why, Mac!" cried Tom. "What now Y' The foulest maledictions were his only auswer, a white lip quivering with the words!. "What on earth have I done?" "You ken week This, then!" He turned his back, and Tom started back with horror. The shirt beneath

harness, saddles, bridles and the lika. and he made the groom devote the veryhottest day to seasoning the brand new leather with castor oiL to be rubbed into every inch of it In the stifling heat of the little saddle room. When Tom was finishing, nauseated with the smell, swollen with mosquito bites and in streams of perspiration from head to foot, Mr. Nat came in and patiently nagged at him. But even this did not compass the destruction of Tom's skin. He perceived the design and defeated it with imperturbable civility. Mr. Nat was driven into deeper plots. He had never been bested by a convict yet.- And now at last Tom read revenge In the jaundiced eyes, but re

venge for what? He felt more mystified than afraid. All he had to do was to. keep his temper, but what had he done? To nobody on the farm had he j breathed a word about aught that hap-

pened in Sydney or on the road. He never ventured within the palisade. What, then, was his offense? One night as he lay puzzling his head about it and yet half asleep, a sound startled him. It came from the saddle room next door. Tom sat up in his bunk. The sound was very thin and Wholly metallic, as the scraping of a dinner knife between the prongs of a fork. Suddenly a bolt shot back, with a little slam.

CHAPTER XVII. fTTOyi sat still in his bunk. "A licht, a licht!" whispered a voice that he knew. "He'll hear ye, Mac. He's only next door." "What's about it? I'll slit his juggler if he daurs to interfere. Heard ye that?" "I did. That's better!" The crafty groom was snoring where he sat, with one eye at a cranny in the rude partition between his lair and the saddle room. In the latter there was as yet no light. "An that's better still," muttered

Macbeth as one was struck. "Slit his juggler!" he repeated, with a chuckle. "I wadna think twice o't, the mosing blackguard! Now, whaur's thae saddles, for my hands is free?" And his teeth snapped on something that gleamed between them in the light. "Wait a bit. I smell the oil. Aha, here's one." "An here's the lther. Dinna heed the bridles. Awa' we go afore Jarman turns iu." Jarman was the squatter on the creek. The hour was still short of

midnight, and Tom. who had bounded lightly to the floor, now stood irreso

lute. In the end he let the rascals go.

Their footsteps had already left the

saddle room. The groom listened and lost them in the night. Then he felt

about for his clothes.

He was thankful he had not waylaid

the thieves at the saddle room door; the field would have beep too unequal, the consequences perhaps too serious for one and all. And he foresaw the neatest triumph now. Jarman's name

had given him a foregone victory, for

now he knew the way to Jarman's ramshackle hut and the saddles should

be back upon their pegs before morn-

in

on their lips, coupled with hideous imprecations and the name of Mr. Nat. "You savvy?" said the Scotchman's mate, a young convict known as B rummy. "He wants to get the bloke his

fifty if not his spell in the crawlers

too."

"An' sairves him licht" cried Mac

beth with an oath. "Didna he squeak

ASaiTARE DEAL

whenever he espied her in the distance, I the coat Avas sopping red

for he owed the girl much arready. IT j was dally profiting by her good advice, ;

since no day passed without its measure of willful provocation from the ruffianly Nat. But Tom was not to be provoked by sneer or taunt or oath. Moreover, he made an excellent groom and, being seen no more about the house, gave no further occasion to the enemy, who dropped his overt persecutions, but detested Tom the more for his unexceptionable conduct. This feeling was intensified by the

effect of tat conduct in a certain j quarter. Tom became quite a favorite j with the despotic old army surgoon, ' and Mr. Nat went in constant dread' cf bis "sunstrokes" in Sydney and on the road coming to his father's ears, j It was this dread that decided him to let Tom alone and to bide his own j time for revenge, for, besides being !

In vain Tom protested thr.t he had

never told a soul about the hammer. Nobody would believe him. His indignation and his sympathy were treated with scorn as so much hypocrisy. His name was execrated in the convict huts, and so much of the convict spirit bjrvived in Ginger that he was with the men in this and never spoke to Tom now. The overseer besides shared Nat Sullivan's grievance against Tom. A furtive admiration for the girl O'Brien was oue of his softer traits, aud she was the same to neither of them now. At, the end of a month the groom's truest friend was the terrific old doctor himself. Peggy was his friend indeed; but. thongh her gray eyes watched him wistfully enough from the window, he seldom beard her full, rich brogue. Nor was it consideration for the girl that made Tom denr himself that small

privy to the s.n's irrefi'rr't nn.f ;

hn-rir l.ii V f consolation. Young Sullivan had for-

favor, the new groom had indeed done Mr. Nat an injury of which be himself was all unconscious. Days grew into weeks meanwhile, tho old year burnt Into the new. and one week day was still much like another on this primitive Australian farm. When the third tell rang at sunrise, every hut disgorged its surcharge of convicts, and Ginger cal'e.! them over like so many schoolboys iu front of the na!5sde '

bidden him the hcuse and was suQciently his enemy as it was. Indeea, the groom discovered he was becoming a bone of contention between father and son. The son wanted to have him turned out of the stables and put to felling timber. The father would not hear of it. The father grant ?d h:m the usual good conduct indulgences of tea. sugar

j. tju luij Has a. win ul uujuiiu.t:m;u

as he dressed himself in the dark But the thought of betraying his com

rades in captivity was as far from his heart as that of allowing his master's saddles to be quietly stolen before hia

eyes. Stolen they might be, but only for the moment; he would call in Macbeth and his mate to see how nice they looked In the morning. In a few minutes he was fully dressed and dodging Roberts, the night watchman, behind the convict huts. T'& other man among them would have found this precaution necessary, but the groom was an unpopular character, whom Roberts would have reported none the less readily after winking, as he must have done, at the theft of the saddles. With luck and ingenuity, Tom managed to elude him, however.

and was soon racing down the wooded slope where the timber was being felled, leaping the stumps as he ran and steering by the Southern Cross for the southern boundary of the farm, which was, in fact, the creek on whose further bank the squatter was now encamped. It was a perilously clear night. A white moon grizzled the peeling bark of a small forest of red gums, and the famous constellation burned but feebly in the south. Tom kept his eye on it, however, and. bearing slightly to his left, struck the creek at last, out of earshot of the squatter's hut. Here he paused to cool his feet in the delicious running water. His plan was to cross j the creek and then reconnoiter the en- I

emy's position from the rear. And so

well did it work out that Tom skipped behind a friendly trunk just as the thieves succeeded in making Jarman hear, who now appeared with his black gin in the mouth of the wigwam. New saddles? What in thunder was the dse of new saddles, or old ones either, to him? Where was be to stow them in the meanwhile? Did they want him to be landed with the swag on his hands and lagged all over again to oblige a pair of lubbers like them?

And here Tom felt that a door would j have slammed had there been one. As j

It was, the outraged Jarman came to j

a pause for want of breath, and Macbeth got in his word at last. Tom could not hear it, but it seemed to make a difference. It made the very plainest difference in the squatter's tone. "What? What's that? I don't believe it!" cried Jarman in one breath.

Tom took a peep as the men followed

the black woman into the hovel

and get me my fifty for yon screw

hammer? Man, but he'll be squeakin'

fine the noo!"

"You've only to say Erichsen brought

'em," added Brummy, "and you were

too drunk to see what they were or

you'd never have taken them in." "He'll know different."

"Aye, but he s going to pretend," ex

plained the Scot, "an you've just to do

the same."

"Then I'm to lug them back myself,

am I

"First tiling in the morning, and the

cove'll tip you the stumpy himself." "The young cove?" "Yes."

"Dinna we keep tellin' ye it's Nat's

idee? He thairsts for tnat man's

blood as much as I do mjsel. An' I'd

slit's juggler if I got the chance."

The villains went on talking for an

other hour. But the foul truth clogged

Tom's mind, and he took in but little

more of what he heard.

fco it was not a theft, but a con-

spiracj and the arch conspirator was the beast that Tom had cared for in

his cups, the petty tyrant whose property he was even now risking his life to rescue from his own confederates!

Tom ground his teeth. He would res

cue it still. And not only Macbeth and Brummy, but M"r. Nat himself should see the saddles on their pega in the

morning.

The villains went on drinking as they

talked. Another cork popped, yet the moon was still high in the lucid heav

ens when the two convicts staggered

off. Jarman at once put out his light.

and in a little ali was still but the

leaves, the locusts" and the tiny tribu

tary of the Hunter in which Tom had

laved his feet

He came from behind his tree. The

saddles were still outside.

lie stole near; nearer yet; near

enough to hear Jarman and his gin

already breathing heavily In their

sleep.

But they might not be sleeping heav

ily, and what if they awoke? The stirrup irons might ring together. Tom knelt down and crossed the leathers

over the top of each saddle. The new

pigskin might creak, for all tho oil it

had absorbed; in fact, it did as Tom lifted the saddles, and he stood there with one on each arm ready to fling them down and to fight for'them still. But nothing happened. So ne crept away. This time he crossed the creek without dallying and only halted within a few hundred yards of the farm buildings. Here he sat on a stump, mopped his forehead and wondered whether he should take the trouble to elude the night watchman a second time, and as he sat the moon twinkled in the four stirrup" irons, which shone like silver, they were so beautifully clean, and as

he was admiring them it suddenly

came home to Tom the groom that he had cleaned thoe stirrup irons him

self.

Yes, in spite of all, he had taken a

sort of involuntary pride in his work.

And that was another thing for which his fellow convicts had cursed and hated him. But tonight he scorned and cursed himself for it, with twice their bitterness, and an oath broke into a sob as he caught up the saddles and started to his feet. . In a word, the sight of his own honest handiwork so cruelly thrown away drew blood from a heart, that had remained adamant under studied prov

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glanced ut her us he replied: '

"They were stolen. Thieves broke

into the saddle room and stole your sad

dles. I heard them and followed them.

bat I never saw their faces close to

and I wouldn't swear to a voice. I followed them to Jarman's hat, and, yoa see, I've brought you your saddles

back."

Mr. Nat never said a word. His blue

eyes glared fixedly at Tom out of a

white face, from which the girl O'Brien

edged farther and farther away.

"No; I can't tell you who the men

were," continued Tom, "but I can tell

you who put them up to it. It was not a convict, Mr. Sullivan, but a meaner hound than any convict on your farm.

One who has a special spite against me the Lord knows why! So he brib

ed these men to take the saddles sim

ply In order to get me Into trouble. What do you think of that? I overheard all about it out at Jarman's hut.

I heard his name too. Would you like to know what It Is?"

"Sure it's himself the dbirty dlviir And Teggy O'Brien was at Tom's

side, with one hand clutching his arm and the other pointing scornfully at the baleful blue eye and the vile, quiv

ering lips of the younger Sullivan.

What followed was the affair of a

moment. It was as if a mad bull had

made a rush, though whether at the girl or Tom or both It was impossible to say. Tom thought the first, dropped

the saddles, and his right arm flew out

from the shoulder. A sharp smack, a heavy thud, and Nat Sullivan lay in a

heap on the ground, with a livid mark

between the ear and the ere that lay

upturned to the moon. f

'Ye've kilfm! Ye've kilt'mr cried

the girl, clinging In terror to Tom's

arm.

"I hope I have," he answered. "It

will be a good thing done- for all con

cerned."

"Whisht! They'll be afther bearin'

ye. Look behind r.

Gven as he turned the gate swung

open, and there was Dr. Sullivan him-

elf. with his frogged coat flying and

his night shirt Capping outside his aan-

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9:30 6:00 7:05 8:lo 9:35

Lv.

2:59 6:37 3:57 6:40 5:15 8:03

Cin'tl..... 6:35 7:30 10:25 p.m. a.m. p.m. WESTBOUND. No.2 No.4 No.32 No.6-1 a.m. p.m. a.m. Cin'tl ...d8:40 9:00 s8:46 p.m.

Lv. Richm'd. 10:55 11:22 10:55 6:30 Lv. Muncie.. 12:17 12:45 12:17 8:00

Lv. Marlon .. 1:19 1:44 1:19 9-00 Lv. Peru .... 2:23 2:45 2:25 10:00 Arr. Chicago 6:40 7:00 9:20 7:00

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Daily, d Dally Except Sunday. 8-Sunday Only.

Through Vcstlbuled Trains between

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tween Chicago and Cincinnati. Local sleeper between Muncie. Marlon, P-, ru and Chicago, handled in trains Nos. 5 and 6, between Muncie and Peru, -thence trains Nos. 3 and 4, between Peru and Chicago.

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C. A. BLAIR, P. & T. Richmond. Ind.

the face of monstrous treachery. To keeu breeches. The watchman Roberts

have done a hand's turn for such wretches! That was the intolerant thought. It awoke the restless rebel that had slept so long in this tortured bosom. Not another stroke of willing work would he do. He would be as his fellows from that moment only, beginning there and then, he would condescend to hide and dodge no more. So (he groom marched boldly upon the

gate across which Mr. Nat had pointed

"Take vour oaths to t -ix-ui ttti'

Well, if it's a fact, it'll bear thinki-g ! witb h5s whip to the lishts of Cast!e about. Said all that, did h? Vnd vou ! SuUIran and xvonhl ave slammed the think he won't go and round on' u i gate tiehinfI hlm but for one clrcuznafter all? Well. then, come inside, and I stance- Mr- Xat was Waning against we'll talk it over. In you go. missus. ! lt noTr and light up." ' r was he alone. The girl O'Brien Tom took a peep as the men followed 'w"a3 at his s!de- Tom was uPn tern the black woman into the hove! Tbev before he could check his steps, but he

was at his master's naked heels, close

ly followed by Oinger, the overseer. In similar dishabille. These two seized Tom. who fchawed no semblance of resistance, while the doctor knelt over the fallen man z.d felt his heart.

(To Be Continued.) Good Words for Chamberlain's Cough Remedy.

Tuen- the shepherds to- the pasture?, f ana t--!aeco, m. addition t the regulathe plowmen to the arable tna tloa rations. The san laid himself out

buLoc urivers to their teams, and Tom to his stables for the livelong day. Such as could come were summoned to breakfast at 8 and to dinner at 1 by the crreat bell clanrr:nir hi it

to catch Tom smoking at night and at once put a stop to the tobacco. Then csaj the very hottest day of the summer, for which the son had waited. lie had brought from Sydney

had left the saddles outside, but to snatch them now was impossible. The sacking that did duty for a door had been drawn aside and hitched to a nail. On the lichtmg of a r:jiillo stnr-7-

did not try. He strode up to his enemy and stood before him without a word, but with a saddle, speaking for itself ca either arm. "Well well?" cried Mr. Nat. "What

in a bottle within some eager face was ; are you doing out of your room? And revealed to Tom whenever he dared to ; wbat what what have you got look from behind his tree. Even if he i there?"

wera not seen ho vroald be heard T?e- I '"The new saddi?s.

sides, the party might break up at any j "So I see. My saddles. What have

moment. ' So he stool where hs was r.nd listened to the voices, but csased straining after the words. Then a cork popped, the voices wers raise:! in n minute; in iess than ten he must hear ev-

' - j fjuj-uie iieuier ne would or Erst Im wontd for his. varr .

no.

you been doing with them? Where did

you find them, eh?" The tons was loud and blustering, but uncertain and surprised. In the moonlight Tom looked his enemy coolly and steadily in the face, and fbe girl drew away from her companion and fit. 'lnii vhn ucvr a vnAh a a

People everywhere take a pleasure in testifying to the good qualities of Chamberlain's Cough Remedy. Mrs. Cdward Phillips of Barclay, Md.,

writes: "I wish to tell you that I can recommend Chamberlain's Cough Remedy. My little girl, Catherine, who is two years old. has been taking this remedy whenever she has had a cold since sh! was two months old. About a month ago I contracted a dreadful cold myself, but I took Chamberlain's Cough Remedy and was soon as well as ever." This remedy is for sale by A. G. Luken & Co.

The County Town

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Chicago, Cincinnati & Louisville Railroad Excursions. BENEVOLENT and PROTECTIVE ORDER OF ELKS Philadelphia, Pa.. July 15th-20th. 07. Round trip fare, $17.15. Selling dates July 12th. 13th and 14th. good , for return trip until Jul 23rd, '07. KNIGHTS TEMPLARS CONCLAVE AT SARATOGA SPRINGS, N. Y. July 9th to 13th inclusive. Round trip, $15.45. Selling dates July. 5th, 6th and 7th,. good for return-' Ing until July 13th, 1907.

JAMESTOWN EXPOSITION AT

NORFOLK, VA Opens April 26th, closes Nov. 30,

19C7. Coach fares. In coaches only, $12.85 for the ROUND TRIP; these tickets on sale every Tuesday until close of Exposition, limit 10 days. 30 Day Tickets $18,10 60 Day Ticket 21.40 Season Tickets 24.00 CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR CONVENTION AT SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. July 10th-l5th, 1907. One fare for round trip. AMERICAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION AT ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. Selling dates June 1st to 4th,i good for returning June 10th. i Fare for ROUND TRIP $1Sjb0 For Further particulars, ask C. A. BLAIR, Home Phone 44. Pass. A Ticket Agt.

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