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UY ALFRED BAJLCIL

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All rl^hta reaerred.] WEEK from toil t, Miss

Chloe," said Will Fosdiek, Riving the girl a lingering pressure of tho hand as he looked at hor with that touch of heightened color which marks exceeding ml mi ra­

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sponded Mi»a Chloo Davis, with a smile. "Kitty and Sum will bo there, mid father says his old friend, tho bishop, will come to" us. Wo won't have a largo party, lut wo will try and havo a good time."' "I am sure to enjoy myself," itaid Mr. Fosdiek meaningly, "when" "1 know, when Kitty is thero! But then Kitty" "Kitty bo blessed I" said her comjmnion quickly. "Why, Mr. Fosdiek! and vonr own cousin, too!" "Oh, she's a mighty good girl, of course no ono can say anything but that but I wasn't thinking of hor just then." "Really I must bo going homo,"

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Miss Chloo hastily. "Mother will bo Htm to want mo. I do hope the weather will clear up boforo Now Year's. Thia rr\in has lasted about as long aa it's plonsant.* "Yea, that's true. The water is very high in tho dam now. and. although wo draw off nil we can, I'm afraid they're getting too much of it." "There'* no danger, is there?" asked the girl, hor face slightly paling aa oho Kpoke. "Father has always been afraid of it, von know." "No I do not think there is. However, I guess it'll come out all rv:ht, Miss Chl«*\ I—that is, you—l tnr.nt!" and Will FOMlick stopped.

Tho girl hurriedly broke in: "Mr. Fosdiek, 1 must go. Good-by, »nd don't forget!" and with a wave of hor hand she disappeared around a corner of tho path.

The little village of Cartersville, in Colorado. had grown and prospered on the mines which made the hills around it treasure houses. Mr. Davis, the father of pretty, dark eyed 18-year-old Chloe, was*the fiijiorintendent of Smlhern Belle. and tall, fair haired Will Fosdick was the assayer at the Star of the \Ve?*t. Common interests in thrir work had brought the two men together in the first place, but, so far as the younger was concerned. he soon found a reason to call on ho Dn vises which had nothing to do with the character of the .w in the j?00 fWt lend. To state it brio.fiy, he was *s deeperaiely in love as a tuan conld well be, but so far he wa? oliiged to confess with many an tnw*: i:h that ho did not

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him. Site was always pleasant, always apparently glad to see him, but he had never l*vn able to bring matters to a point. often as he had tried. His own shyness and hi# real belief that sdie was •fci touch letter than hitu&df had made him Mamtner and pause until *l» capeii a* sho had tbM day. he village was bum tn a I»R£, strag. gUns lii»f down tbe narrow valley betw« the hill*. Here ami there on the hillside? were the mill* in which the ore was worked. and winding like a great yellow make the stag* road tta back and forwanl until it ended at "OirterV the universal store, «kxm and bot*d„ which might have been called the crater of the place. At tbe besad of tine valley wan the dam built by tb minixkg oo«apankni in partnership, which chM*«! np tbe water in tins mills asd »bid» the *hrewtlt*t of tbe e®^inww aboot Carterwville did sot believe peurtkabHy «f& The boom owapW by Mr. Owii waaits the loww part tl» vilL^R, IwOt oi wood lilts th# rmt, and waa

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place to look at in summer, with tho flowers in front, which Miss Chloe had raised with so much care.

For ten days past tho rains had been heavier than any man remembered to havo seen, and the gullies, which were dry during the summer months, were now miniaturo torrents. Tho dam was full, and tho waste way at one side was open wide, while down between its rocky walls the water rushed night and day. And during all that week it rained, min^d. rained, until people became seriously alarmed over tlie possible outcome.

In the mean time Will Fosdiek saw Chloo Davis three times. Ilo would have seen her more lntd it been possible, for certainly thero was no lack of desire on his part. Each timo lio resolved to put his fato to tho question, but each time ho came away without having done 80, and then spent an hour reviling his own timidity, which seemed to tie his tongue just when ho wanted to speak. And Miss Chloe! Mies Chloe's pretty eyes sparkled aa sho laughed in her ransicnl fashion over her own thoughts. Misa Chloe waa not afraid, for she know.

New Year's day camo on Wednesday in 1800, and in tho afternoon about 3 o'clock Will Fosdiek camo out of tho lalxratory of tho Star of tho West and looked, as usual, down the valley to whoro tho Davis house stood. He could see tho figure of a girl standing in front, and ho wondered whether ho wonld have a chanco that evening, and if ho had it whether ho would havo sand enough to take advantage of it. And as he stood ho heard in tho clear, pure air a peculiar noise, and turning ho saw about half a mile away a fearful sight

Tho great dam was covered with a wavo of brown water pouring over the top. As ho looked this seemed to sink down for a second, then rise again, and a rolling mass of water swept down tho narrow valley. The houses in its path went down liko grass before a gale amid tho shrieks and cries of the people. Fosdiek himself waa at a height which made him safe, and he stood for a minute or two like ouo in a dream, pinching

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himself to make mm he wa* awake. It was all so horrible! lie saw man b® knew well --Jack Carter~«!rt to ran up the hillside, but tlws birwn monster caught Litn and swept him down.

For the part of a second Fosuisk at them t&rowu into a wild heap, and then the flood over them. The water struck Carter's stone, which stood for a moment* rose bodily and Abated, taming and swaying as though with a hide* oua drunkenness- Then it struckagalnrt an ot» honse and seemed to crumb!* down into tlw surging fie**!, owrryia^ "cith it two men and a woman with a child in her arms, who had climbed out on the roof. Once a man's body waa •hot np by Hie wafer tmtil It stood waist high, and the man straggled, waving y» arms and trying to *cap*. Then he was dragged down Igr the k$i by the la* carnat« craeHy which had that gfom him a glimpfte of Mfe» only to match ft from hixti

WIS Fm&ick started ft* struck byabnllet. tn watching tibe fcightf&l trappy bt^ore him be bad' fotjotUn Cbkww Waa abe aaBe tamed and looked m&*\$ down tbe valley. For a moment a mi«t «ensed to bltxr hk eyea,

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and then he saw clearly the house weft not there. By a determined effort he turned and walked slowly back and forward a few times, for ho realized that before all things it waa necessary for him to bo cool and to show a level head. Then he looked out before him.

Tho flood of water waa nearly a quarter of a mile wide. It had evidently destroyed the greater part of the village, and although there waa no longer a torrent, yet the current was very Bwift. To reach tho place where the Davis house stood Will Fosdiek would have had to cross the water, and this, as there was not a boat in the village, waa impossible. There waa a chance, perhaps, to cross about five miles down, where the valley narrowed to the Needles, two great spires of rock which had* had a bridge thrown across between them for the use of two mines, one on either side, and Will Fosdiek started aa rapidly as ho could walk. It was a dreary trip, with evidences on every side of the awful destruction which had been wrought by the water. He came across the body of a man, the ekull smashed in, which had boen left on tho ground by the first great wave, and with a shudder recognized it as that of Mr. Brooks, the superintendent of tho Star of the West. He paused long enough to cover it with stones so the coyotes conld not get at it

About a mile from tho Needles, as Will Fosdiek was picking his way among the stones which covered tho ground, he heard a nonnd as though tome one ware sobbing. He halted and listened. There conld be no donbt that it was a woman crying. In his intense desire to search for Mr. Davis* house ho may be pardoned if he hesitated for a moment before going to the roacne. He thought of Chloe he was thkuiitij of nothing else, and it seemed to drive him wild—the uncertainty alxi her fate. Only for a moment, though, did he pause, for Will Fosdiek was a man before all else, and thai turning he made his way down to the water's edge. There, about a hundred yards oat were two rocks, between which somo fencing or wreckage of scone kind had wedged, and clinging to tbe wood was a woman. Will Fosdiek looked and wondered if it crald be done. It was only a hundred yards, bnt it was a terrible job. The brown water rolled swiftly by at his feet* and down the swirling stream came logs and boards and furniture, making tbe way almost impassible. If tbe woman waa to be aated there was no time to be lost,

Running up the bank three hnndred yards Will Foedfck threw off bk coat and plunged into tbe water. It canght bokiof kim with tbe grip of a strong man and dragged him dcrwn until Ids foettoncbed tbe gtiwmd. With a tremendoos effort be sprang op, and reach* ingtbe topstrock outfighting his way Inch byfacboot toward tbe rocks. A bwvy board charged down at him, and he ducked jest in time to save his bead be wet a rafts of wreckage a&d was forced to crawl over it, cutting bis ottftsbatp naiL Bit by bit be abead,tot a& tbe while be was •wept down tbe stream, and be knew tbe corrent thro^h tbe Needles most be

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a determined clash for it, only to be driven off by a timber and carried down. For a moment he thought his life had beegi risked in vain, when the anrrent slackened and he found himself floating to the rock in an eduy. Reaching it and crawling up he lay for a moment to gather breath mid a little strength before attempting the rescue of the woman he came to save. Then climbing over the top he lowered himself down. As he saw the brown hair quick throb startled him, and in tho whisper of excitement he called. The woman raised her head and his look met ChJoe's eyes!

It did not take Will Fosdiek two seconds to leap down and seize the girl, to lift her up into his anas and to carry her up on the rock. It was as though he had the strength of ten men! Then hold ing her tight he kissed her passionately. There was no more shyness, no more hesitation he had rescued his love from death, and he had her safe. And Chloo put her head down on his shoulder and sobbed, clinging to him closely and now and then trembling violently. Death had been wry near to her that day! "How on earth did you get here, my darling?" he asked when the girl became a little quieter. "I don't know, Will. I was standing in front of the house when suddenly the water swept me off my feet. It rolled me over and over it seemed to press me to death. I felt something and caught hold of it, and then I fainted. How long it was before I camo to myself I do not know, but when I woke up I was lying on some bor.rds which were floating on the water, pulled myself upon them and waited. I was sure I would die, and I thought about you" "My own love!" "I thought you must be dead, and I did not care much whether I was saved. Then I criod, thinking I would never see you again." "That was what I heard, my darling!" "Did you know it was me?" "No. I was hurrying down to cross at the Needles and I heard the cry." "And you were going to save me, but stopped for another girl?" said Chloe, with something of her own tone. "Oh, Will!" "Well, dearest, I could not leave a woman to die," began Will. "Well, dear," said the girl very softly and earnestly, "don't you know how proud I am of yon for doing it? Don't 1 know how yon wanted to go on and look for me? And then if you had not I should have died. But how did yon get out here?" "I swam out." "What! Across that awful place?" asked the girl with a shudder, clinging closer to him. "Yes. It wasn't so bad. I'd swim twenty of them to hold you in my arras, Chloe, and know you love me. You do love me, don't yon?" "Yes," sho whispered. "You never let me know it." "You never asked me," she answered with a laugh. "But, Will, how can we get ashore? I want to know how mother Ha and it she's safe." "We can't get ashore till tho water goes down. You could never live to cross that current. But, Chloe, look there! That's your house thero, stranded just this side of that point." "So it is, and there's mother looking out of the'window. Is it safe there?' "Perfectly the water is going down. Is your father at home?" "No he went across the mountains this morning. But what an awful thing this is!"

And so, talking over the horror of the flood, and at times talking about their love, the two staid on the rock all that night. Will contrived to make a firo at which they dried their clothes, and by early morning the water had gone down enough to let him carry her ashore. They made their way to the house, where Mrs. Davis kissed and hugged her daughter as one raised from the dead. Mr. Davis came homo about noon to find all well and safe. He and Will Foedick joined tho men who were bringing those who had escaped together, and the Davis house was made into something like a hospital beforo night. Help came from the surrounding towns, and gradually things began to look well again. It was nearly tho end of March before Will Fosdiek and Chloe Davis were married, but as he was then the superintendent of tho Star of tho West they had a good start. Bnt neither of them will ever forget tho flood, nor the swim which Will took in tbe swirling brown water to reach the rock where he could rescue tlws "other girl," and where he found his love and his wife.

A PleoMAt PronptfCt.

Wife-On Christmas day you came aronnd with a &k» sealskin sack, and sow yon come around on New Year's with nothing bat a measly little pin cttsbtaQL

Husband (Roomily)—And to-morrow I •ball probably come around with a sheriff.

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Said Father Time, "Ob, DO, you Have proved yourself to bo untrue! Ob. faithless year, you stand contest, You've pone back ou mo like the rest.

GOD SAVE TIIE KING.

KEW YEAR'S EVE—LONDON, 1762. {Historical note—Thfodoro von Neuhoff, a German. was for a brief spaco king of Corsica. His subjects expelled him, and he died in London leaving bis son Frederick claimant to tte throne. Count Ponintowskl becamo king of Inland in ltW. The tale printed below is fouuded on factj.

Two men, groping through the fog, jostled each other at the door to Dolly's coffee house. '•Sir," exclaimed tho elder, laying hand to his sword, "a man of honor"— "Invariably allows precedence to his senior," interrupted the other, bowing gracefully and stepping aside. "And," continued the first speaker, the frown vanishing from his brow, "he grants so much consideration for that senior's testiness that he excuses him and becomes his guest at dinner." "Pardon, monsieur," responded the younger man, "but I am the Count Poniatowski." "Then rank shall not hedge your refusal, for I am Frederick, king of Corsica. So, now, to table, and, waiter, bring us of your best."

Seated in the room to which tho attendant conducted them he of middle age and he of primal vigor gazed at each other questioningly. "Count," began the former, "have you hopes in Poland?" "I scarce can tell. I wait the will and favor of Catherine of Russia." "Dream not too fairly of the future. I, too, wait and plan and hope—but pshaw! here comes tho wine. Now a toast. Fill high and drink deep, for 'tis yourself. To tho successor of Sobieski tmiy he soon reign at Warsaw." "I send it back, your majesty. To the son of Theodore may he yet rule tho realm his father wo:i." "Dinner is served," interposed the wniter.

It was a meal of the sort for which Dolly's coffee house had fame, and the new friends failed not in devotion to the smoking dishes. The plates removed they ordered pipes and port. His majesty, flushed with generous drinking, felt in his waistcoat pocket and withdrowan empty hand. Ho turned to tho attendant. "You have served a king right royally, and shall have a royal fee. Your Mme?' "Wilkins.siro." 'Twill remain in memory. To-mor-row expect a parchment creating you kuight of Ajaccio." "Wliilo, in present payment," laughed the count, "tako this bright English crown of silver. 'Tia the last of many." "My humble thanks to both. And here's your bill." "I have a score," replied Frederick, "to which direct the manager to add this item. So, Wilkins, adieu until the morn."

The three entered the public room, the waiter hastening ahead to confer with a burljr man behind the bar. The latter exclaimed: "Look ye, Mister Bang, or whatever you call youreeif! I chum good coin for good fare. Too much you are my debtor now." "My puree is empty, but we will not parley," answered Frederick, drawing a massive ring from his finger. "Here is the signet of my dominion of Corsica. I leave it in pawn till 1 come again. Does it satisfy your clamor?" '"Twill do," growled tbe manager, weighing the jewel in his hand.

At the door Poniatowski and the pretender halted. The fog had risen. Frost filled the air. The stars shone tmdimmed.' It waa a glorious English winter's night. "I go this way," spoke the cocmt, pointing down tbe street. "I the other." responded his majesty. "Farewell and better fortune."

Slowly the old man walked a few rods tmtU be reached a door opening on tbe pave. He stopped, glanced at the brilliant heavens, sighed ami went in.

At early dawn a passing watdtman cried: ••Five o' the clock on New Year's mora. God save the king!*"

Yea. God save the king, for on a humble cot in his cheerless tipper chamber be lies stark and stiffening, a bullet through Ms 1*niiu. slain by his own hand.

FRED C. DAYTOS.

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Tbe year is like a life. First, after New Year's day, comes tbe birthday of tbe Father of his Country—tbe year is SOU in its infancy. OB tbe tit of April tbe clnM ia big enough to tbe fooL May is tbe very early toaribbod of the year. July 4 is the day fcug looked for—ib* lad is a man and begins to talk loftily of "ottr tickot." Middle manhood hasten* on. The dog days cage. Tbe harvest borne eomes. Antnzna is scar. Thanksgiving it doe for tbe blessings of a life fast dosing. Christmas settles the account, and saoa tbe old fallow Is voder tbs

A NOVEL WATCH NIGHT.

THE PROCEEDINGS AT AN AFRICAN CHURCH IN NEW JERSEY.

A Clock That Had Been Tampered with Would Not Strike the WUcblnjC Hour. Th«s Story of tiir Prodigal Son In Modern Forsiv

The annual watch meeting of the members of the African Baptist church at Timbuctoo, N. J., a year or two aso was in many respects a novel one.

For many years the sable residents of the little settlement in the woods near Burlington have been in the habit of holding a %vntch meeting on New Year's eve. These meeting are always well attended by old and young, and have often developed a great revival of religion in that section.

A year ago the watch meeting was a failure because the preacher's watch, stopped at half past 11 o'clock, and the fact was not discovered until daylight-. To prevent a recurrence of that mistake! it was decided last year to have a big eight day clock, owned by "King" Lewis Armstrong, who has long enjoyed the honor of ruling the destinies of Timbuctoo, repaired in proper shape aud taken to tho church to mark the passage of time. This was done, and the clock was put in the church just back of tbe pulpit where every one could see it. And, to keep the clock in time, Elder Jordan and Elder Congo were instructed to have their watches wound up and set by railroad time to avoid any possibility of a mistake. This they agreed to do.

Promptly at 8 o'clock the services began and tho church was filled. "King" Lewis Armstrong sat in tho pulpit with Preacher Quann, and occasionally devoted a few minutes to keeping tho stove red hot. "Dis yer watch meeting," said Preacher Quann, "will begin wid a hymn, True goin' over Jerding by and by.' You all knows de tune hit's bin sungj yer a good many years—and hit means' jus' as much now as hit ever did. And! when you am a singin' it, bretheringJ doan forgit to think what de words1 mean. Do tune alone won't save yer souls. Dar am plenty of good singers dat ain't got no more 'ligion than a skunk. Singin' am liko prayin'. You has got to mean do words you is usin' or you ain't no good."

Tho choir, which was stationed just' back of the stove, thereupon raised the tunc. After two or three verses had, been sung the entire congregation beganto enter iuto tho spirit of the occasion, swaying their bodies to and fro in timoi with the musio and keeping a peculiar sort of double timo with their foot on tbe floor. As the verses wero exhausted tho preacher would yell, "Swing de tune ag'in! swing her ag'inl" This always! had tho desired effect. Finally they bo-1 came weary and a halt was ordered. "King" Lewis Armstrong next said few words, in which ho strongly advised tho young men of Timbuctoo to changoj thoir ways beforo it was too late. "Dar ain't no better time'n now," he said. "Dis present time you orter quit yer ornery ways, forsako do oxampul of de wicked Herod and get into do ark of glory, wot am lighted wid electric light and full of grocories for de winter. We am jes' about gottin' into another year, and all of its orter to make up our mines to do better. Git away from do sins dat h«w kiverod you up, and if you dio next year you will be comfortabul in Aborham's buzzum. What I'me tellin' you' facts. Taint no guess work. Ef doan believe it look at dat prodigal what de good book tells us about. "Dar was a man dat was mitey we fixed. He had a good job on his fod tier's farm, had a hoss and wagon to use whenever he wanted it and no Sunday] milkin* to do. But his heart wasn't satisfied. Ho thought de old man wasn't! farmin* de place right. He 'lowed hej could do a heap better a wukkin for hia-j self,, cos de ole man was behind de times. De proderigal bo had been 'tisements in do paper* *bout men ed to take big jobs aud nutbin do. So ho says: 'Guess I'll quit, ol man. Gimme what'scomin'tome, HI try my luck sommer eke.' Dol old* man tuk him at his word, guT| him the money and chased him out. Butt he didn't mako no money. Ho jes' foolj it away on farm morgiges out west and' boss racin' in tbe east till he bio wed it all in. Den he come back on de farm, and de olo man tuk pity on bim, fnrguv him what he done and give him home ag'in. And dait's wlint de Lord '11 do for yon ef you doan put it off too long."

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The effect of this on tbe congregation waa marked, and soon there were many sinner* on the mourners' bench. From that time until midnight there waa sing-' ing and prayer nntil "King" Lewi^j eight day clock struck 9 instead of 12.1 This raised a commotion and the blocks was soundly denounced. "King*' Lewis said: "Hit doan make no difference but de clock strikes look at de turn and! deyll tell you de time. Fact is, 1 bleevei dat ar young willyum. Lord Gftrrison^ has been menkeyin* wid de Mrikaagj tools in dat clock anyhow."

This was denied by tbe accused, and It was finally decided to refer tbe matter of tbe time to Elders Jordan and Congo. There was just two minutes difference in their waiche*. so a compromise waa struck by Congo mtting hist watch a minute test. Then,, as both wotc*c«r pointed to tbe hour of 13, tbe preacher blew along blast on a tin horn, the worshipers shouted and sang and the new year waa started on its way.—New Yorkj Herald. ______ ttefv* S«MW. 8sM Jack to Joe

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