6 |§|ll§§<; LIKE A DISTANT HILL. Success is like a fur-oft hill, Serrnely wreathed in mellow haze; It looms there, dim and distant, still When, after many trying days. "With waning hopes and shattered will, We lift our weary heads and gaze. .And like the far-off hill that through The softening haste shows gentle slopes, The clouds oft hide it from his view- That in the darkened valley gropes; Tli e road winds much in leading to The height whereon he sets his hopes. The hill that looms before tis, tat- Away across the misty spac-*. Shows not a gap nor break to mar The oven beaut}- of its face. Hut when we reach it many a scar And cleft Its rough steeps interlace. Success Is like the hill we see Far off, where mighty rivers spring. And few that reach it wait for free, Fair days the future is to bring; It will not come to us. 'tis we That have to do the traveling. —S. E. Kiser, in <'hieago Record-Herald. Seotffidrels4Co. By COULSON KERNAHAN Author ol "Captain Shannon," "A Book of Strange Sins," "A Dead Man's Diary," Etc. I Copyright, 1599, by Herbert S. Stone & Co, CHAPTER V.—CONTINUED. I remember my awakening distinct ly. Whether 1 had been disturbed by a sound or a movement I cannot say, but suddenly the stilled waters of my slumbers became troubled. It was as if, from a mirror reflecting a calm stretch of sky, a satyr lace had leered. I stirred uneasily, and lay for some moments half asleep and half awake, but conscious of impending disaster; and when at last I opened niv eyes, it was to find a man's face pressed close to mine. He was bending over me as I lay, and his eyes, as I met them, seemed to fasten on mine and to hold me as a hawk's talons hold the scream ing sparrow out of which he means to tear the life. So spellbound and fas cinated was I by the intent ness of the man's gaze that I was at first hardly conscious of the fact that he was press ing a revolver barrel to my forehead. "Put up your hands," he said, imper atively, and the ring of command in his voice recalled to my mind the scene in the yacht's cabin when the candidate for the seventh place on the council had been bidden to stand forward. But. had I not heard my companion's voice I should have known him —if only by his eyes—for Councillor Number One, the leading spirit, and originator of the infamous brotherhood. Except ing for the fact that ho wore no beard, he was dressed exactly as when I ha.d seen him on that eventful evening. The dark mustache and the equally dark and bushy hair, were evidently natural; and 1 remember that as I lay there squirming under the cold kiss that the revolver's ugly lips were pressing to my forehead, I said to my self, in the dazed, half mechanical way in which, in moments of supreme peril, one notes details, "So ho! my friend! It was from yourself, was it, that you took the pattern of the disguise which the seven councillors have to assume. "When you want to disguise yourself all you have to do is to slip on the beard which you, no doubt, have in the bag 1 see in the rack behind you, so that you can assume or discard your disguise at a moment's notice, instead of having to 'get yourself up,' as the rest of the councillors have to." "Councillor Number One" evidently included thought reading among his accomplishments, for, as if in reply to my self-communings, he nodded pleas antly and said: "Quite so. You are remarking, no doubt, upon the fact that, except for the absence of the beard, my personal appearance very nearly resembles the disguise you are yourself wearing. You haven't seen me in deshabille be fore, have you? But before we dis cuss that subject I have a question or two to ask you. I'll trouble you to sit up, still keeping your hands above your head. And be careful how you move, as it would be highly unpleasant for you were this revolver togo off, as it certainly will, if you try any hanky panky with me." I rose to a sitting posture, with up held hands, as bidden. Had my head been fastened to my body with gummed paper i could not have moved more gingerly, for the revolver barrel never budged an inch, but clung leech-like to my forehead while I shifted. "And now," said Number One, polite ly, "I'll trouble you, sir, to tell me vrho you are." "I am Councillor Number Seven," I said. "That's a lie!" he replied, calmly. "You ought to be Councillor Number Seven, but who the devil you are, and how you come to be here and in that disguise, I don't know and can't think. If, as seems likely, you are a detective who has found out something, and you meant attending the meeting to-night, and plan taking us in our own trap, it is possible that you know enough of me to understand that I'm not a man to be played with. Tell me who you are, how you came to get that dis guise, and where the real Number Seven is, and I'll spare your life, under certain conditions. But. you must bo quick about it, and make a clean breast of it with no trickery, or, by God! man, I'll scatter your brain pan for you. No, it's no use your trying to look outside to see where we are, and if there will be a stoppage soon. I got in at Stepney, and the station we have just lef; is Upminster. So the train Won't stop any more this side of Beu- fleet. Out with it, man, unless you want your brains outside your head in stead of in it. Who are you?" "Councillor Number Seven," I pro tested stoutly, seeing no way out of it but to lie. "You're not. That game won't do for me. Now do as I bid you or it will be thp worse for you. First of all, re move your hat. Now unhook the beard and take it off, too. That's right, keep your hands up still. Now turn your face this way, to the light, and let's have a look at you, but move carefully, for the trigger of this revolver is hung as light as a watch balance. No, I'm hanged if 1 know you. Come, you are quite a young man, whoever you are, and it's a pity to throw away your life out of sheer obstinacy. I'd rather spare you than shoot you, especially as I want to know who's blown on us. When you are dead meat what good will it do you whether we are nabbed or not? Once more, who are you?" "Councillor Number 'Seven," I re peated, doggedly. " "fwon't do!" he said, decisively. "But come, I'll give you a chance. You say you are Councillor Number Seven. What's his real name, then?" This was a poser which 1 tried to evade by answering his question with mother question: "Didn't you tell me yourself at the last meeting of the council on board the yacht that the names of the differ ent members were kept secret?" "So that's how the land lies, is it?" he said, with a whistle. "You were concealed on that yacht, were you? You were a brave man and a bold one, my frifend, to have put your head into that den of lions. It seems a pity to spill such brains as yours for nothing. I.et me see if I can't find out something about you for myself, since you won't tell me. Put your Uft hand in the breast-pocket of your coat and take out any papers you have there. But don't forget that the revolver is at your forehead all the time, and r.t the first sign of disobedience or of anything like hanky-panky—snap goes the trigger, and bang goes your life." I did as he told me, and took from my pocket the only paper which it. con tained. It happened to be no other than the very document giving notice THAT OPPORTUNITY 11 AO, I FELT, NOW COME. of the place and date of the meeting, to attend which I was then on my way. As the reader knows, I had taken it from the pocket of the dead man whom I was personating, and when I realized what document it was, I knew that the sight of it would bring mat ters to a crisis. As yet, however, Number One had not recognized it, for it was folded when 1 took it from my pocket and held it out to him. "No, thank you, my friend," he said, with an ugly smile. "It's very kind of you to wish to take me into your confidence in regard to your private papers. You have no doubt over looked the trifling fact that if I took that paper into my hand to open it, my attention would be withdrawn from your agreeable self. Not that you would take any unfair advantage of my pre-occupation, I am sure. But somehow this little bit of cold steel with which I am cooling your heated brow seems to have so beneficial in fluence upon you—seems so to stimu late your faculties and to render you so willing and obliging—that I should be sorry to deprive you of its influence. Perhaps you will favor me by opening that paper and holding it out before you, so that I can read it without hav ing to remove this little plaything from your forehead. No, wait a mo ment. I think we'll have a bigger tar get this time. If your head were by any chance to jerk aside while I am engaged, I might miss you when I pull the trigger, and get into trouble with the railway company for damaging the paddings of the carriage. Sit still now, while I shift the popgun." So saying, he slowly lowered the re volver till it was between my eyes. Then he brought it down the bridge of my nose until it was over my mouth, and I could smell burnt powder, and thence ho let it travel down my chin and my neck till it was pressing against my breast-bone. "Just an inch or two to the left," !io said, suiting the action to the word, "ajid we shall be all right. There! now we're snug and comfortable. If you'll kindly open out that paper and hold it so that I can read it, I'll be obliged to you." I did as he told me, but with unwill ing fingers, for I knew that the sight of it would, as I have already said, bring matters to a crisis. Nor was I mistaken, for the start which he gave when he set eyes on it was so "great, that I felt the revolver leap against my chest, and was minded to cry out to him to have a care lest he slipped the trigger. "My God!" he ssaid, "this is worse than I looked for. Either that man CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1903. Number Seven has played us false or tlse you killed him before you got possession of this." As he spoke he bent forward slight ly to assure himself that the document was not a forgery, and thus gave me what I knew was my only chance. His fine words about wishing to spare my life 1 took no account of, knowing very well that had he not wished to discover who 1 was and how I came by the knowledge I possessed, he would have shot me at sight. If by promising me my life he could induce me to tell him whether what I knew was known to others, he would then be aware with whom he had to deal; but if he were in too great a hastr* to make what he called "dead meat" of me, he would have no other oppor tunity of obtaining the information he desired. But that he would spare me ona minute longer than suited his purjose 1 did not for a moment suppose, and I had all along decided that I must wait for my opportunity, and when it. came, take it. That opportunity had, I felt, now come, so when he bent forward to look more closely at the document, I let goof the thing and struck with all my strength at tlio iiand that held the revolver hoping to dash the weapon aside. Had things been as he thought they were, that moment would have been my last, for he had, no doubt, expected some such onslaught, and had made of his arm a very bar of iron, so that my blow scarce budged the revolver an inch. At the same moment he pulled the trigger, and, knowing what was com ing, 1 shut my eyes and waited to feel my life rush out of the hole made by the bullet. But, to liis and my astonishment, the revolver gave tongue to no more deadly sound than a click, and, look ing down, I saw, to my amazement and joy, that it was my own unloaded re volver he was holding. I had, no doubt, surprised him by awakening while he Was bending over me, and, catching sight of my revolver in my pocket, and having no weapon of his own, he 112 ad in all probability snatched at it, and had presented it at my forehead, with what, result the leader knows. Again he pulled the trigger, and yet again. Each time the weapon derided him with a harmless click, as if it were, so to speak, putting its tongue in its cheek. With an oath he flung it from him, nnd at that moment the engine of the train whistled for the stoppage at Ben fleet. "That settles the matter," said Num ber One, standing up to stretch him self and then sliding his hands into his trouser pockets negligently. "I'm beaten, and I'm ready to take my de feat like a gentleman and surrender quietly. Do you intend to hand me over to the authorities here or at Southend?" "I didn't say I was going to hand you over to/the authorities," I an swered; "I'm not a detective. But the authorities at this hole of a place and at this time of the night consist in all probability of a boy who takes the tickets. I don't think we'll trouble him." "As you like." he said, indifferently, sitting down with outstretched legs and looking at his boots critically. "As you like, my friend. It's all the same to me." I made no answer, but when the train was moving again after leaving Ben fleet station he walked to the window near which I was sitting and leant out, as he said, to get a breath of air. As he leant, resting on his arms, he kept up a constant chatter of conversa tion, turning his head every now and then to look at me. I pretended to be indifferent to what he was saying and to his movements, but I promise you that I kept a keen eye upon him all the same. And as the event proved, I had reason to sus pect him, for when he turned round to look back at me with some banter by which he hoped to distract my atten tion, he slyly slipped out a fist and turned the door-handle. This done he withdrew his head and walked to the other end of the carriage. "I'll wish you good-night, my friend," lie said. "I'm going to open this door and hang onto the footboard till the train is slowing off outside Leigh, and then I shall drop off and slip away." I very naturally sprang to my feet to prevent him, when having got me, as had, no doubt, been his plan, be tween himself and the unfastened door, he suddenly leapt upon me, to push me against it, and so out upon the line. But I was not the fool for which he took me, for, divining his purpose, I dropped suddenly down, so that miss ing me he fell heavily against the door, and the handle being turned, pitched out head foremost upon the line. Very quickly I shut the door again, and when we got to Leigh I took his bag from the rack and giving up my ticket passed out. The village was now almost in darkness, so, turning in the direction whence we had come, I skirt ed the line till I came to a gate, which I climbed and walked back between the rails till I came to the body. Number One was lying on his back with his brains dashed out. "I've been instrumental in sending two of these seven ruflians to their ac count," I said. "Now I'll pay a visit to the gipsy wagon, according to instruc tions, an interview the other five." CHAPTER VI. I ATTEND THE COUNCIL OF SCOUN DRELS. "Who's there?" said a voice from within, in response to the stealthy summons which I rapped upon the door of-the gipsy wagon where the council was assembled. "Number Seven," I made answer, In accordance with instructions. I heard a bolt slip in its socket, but the door was opened so cautiously that there was scarcely space for me to squeeze in. Nor should I have been sorry to have squeesed out aga'n tlii» next instant, for, though the light wax of the dimmest,, the air was too sooty and greasy with the stench of burning I colza that it stuck in my throat like a mouthful of oily soup, and I felt my stomach twisting in protest under mv belt. The next instant the light, which ap parently had been turned down at my summons, was turned up again. 1 cannot siy that the interior of the wagon \/as much pleasanter to the sense of sight than to the sense of smell, for the smoky lamplight so jaundiced the faces cf the six of us, that we resembled nothing so much as a batch of sea-sick passengers who look askance at each other, wondering who will be the first to give the signal to succumb. "We are waiting for our chief, Coun cillor Number One," said the man who had opened the door. "Did you pass any one like him on the road, Council lor Number Seven? He would, of course, be wearing his councillor's dis guise, but whether he had his bag with him, as usual, 1 can't say." I did not consider it advisable to in form this honored colleague of mine that the bag to which he alluded was tucked away in a hayrick, where I had bestowed it only a few minutes before, and that the owner of the article was lying on 1 lie railway line with his brains on the wrong side of his head, so I contented myself by replying that I had seen no one after I had left Leigh. The man at the door inclined his head gravely in acknowledgment, but said no further word, and for some quarter of an hour we stood there with out speaking. Except for our breath ing and the ticking of our watches, there was a silence which every mo ment became more oppressive and more aggressive. To my overwrought nerves it seemed singing with disas ter. It wa3 like a brooding presence, ominous of evil, and soon—what with the fetid air and the heat of the place— I began to feel light-headed, and could have sworn that this same silence had slowly begun to gyrate around me, like a gigantic wheel that increased in mo mentum with every revolution. Nor was I the only one of the company with "nerves," for when a sleepy but would-be-sober beetle, gravely wheel ing homeward from some seducti\*e beetle-haunt, blundered against a win dow pane—as a drunkard, who, vowing that he can walk straight, reeis against a tavern door —the whole six of us jumped like startled cats at the sound of his horny tap. [To Be Continued.] TOM REED'S DOG STORY. Statesmen I Med to Tell of AV'liat Happened to Animal Which At- i Inched U I\ n IIMIH Cyclone. Congressman Vandiver's refusal to rtin for governor of Missouri against j Mr. Folk, because he does not want to "run against a cyclone," says the Kan- ; sas City Star, serves to recall the late Thomas B. Reed's story of the Kansas j dog that did tackle a cyclone. "You j see," Speaker Reed used to say, "a family from the east moved into Kan- j sas, and they didn't know much about cyclones. They had a dog, a fresh, innocent pup, bred in the effete and windless east. One day a cyclone came along. The folks scooted for the cy- | clone cellar, but the dog, being an eastern product, didn't understand. He hailed the advent of the cyclone with joyous barks and started off to tackle it. The result was that when the cy- 1 clone did business with that dog, which charged down upon it with open jaws, the dog was blown plumb inside out. It was a dickens of a predicament for the dog. After the cyclone passed i along and the old folks came out of the cellar, they found the dog there, pic- j turesque, but of no further value as a dog. The farmer surveyed the dog ruefully. He was a good dog and he hated to lose him. Then the foolish ness of the dog struck him, and he said ' wrathlully: "There, drat ye; that's what comes of keepin' your mouth open in the face of a storm." Tin* llixhop's Conjecture. The bishop of London whose work j in the East End extended over many years, recently said that spice rathe, : than sugar characterizes the speect ' of the children of the slums, while the reverse is true of the West End little ones. To make his point the bishop told this story. "Some years ago," said he,"l preached one Sunday in a West End church. In the course of the sermon a small girl, who had her own ideas of j entertainment, began to talk aloud. " "O mummy,' she said, 'l'm awful tired. Can't the bishop go back to Heaven now?' "That was not all sugar, to be sure," J the bishop continued. "It may have i been a left-handed compliment. But j no child in the East End ever thought j I had come from Heaven." Then, after a pause,the bishop added, i reflectively: "They knew me too well, perhaps." j —Youth's Companion. Some Small liealiiin. In four hours and 40 minutes, j says a Berlin geographer, a person j can walk across the territories of seven ( German states. Start at Steinback, in j Bavaria, he explains, and go next to j Lichtentanne, in Saxe-Meiningen. This j journey will occupy half an hour, and j in another hour and a half you will | arrive at Rauschengesses, which is in i the principality of Reuss. After walk- ! ing for another 40 minutes you will I reach Gleima, in the duchy of Rudol- j stadt, and half an hour later you wi\l find yourself in territory belonging j to the younger branch of the Ruess ] house. Leaving that point you will j next arrive at Drognitz on Prussian territory, and if you continue to walk for another half hour you will find yourself in the duchy oX Altenburg.— Detroit Free Press. ON THE «'DI'DE" TRAIN. Jolinny Drummer, Wlio la Side- Tracked to let t»ie l.lmlted k« l>y, e»i»re**e* liin MeittiinentM rcKiird tiiK lliut Suncrli Train. 'lt has been my dream of joy supremo To ride in plush and velvet splendor Parlor car lor a swell tailender Platform fenced with a.-well brass fender On the Regular Limited Train Electric hell right under your nose Porter to come and brush your clothes Grub in the diner the best that grows | A downy bunk lor a nigiit's repose On the Regular Limited Tram Chorus Biff! Bang! a irile a minute j No other method of travel is lr. it 1 want togo ripping, skipping and zipping Away 011 like Limited 'lrani.'' I These lines are not original with me. They ! ire taken from a tuneful little ditty sung '■ in George Ade'seomedy "Peggy from Paris.' I The jingle danced through my brain the : other day as we lay on the siding at Prairie I Junction, or some such place, to let the Santa I'Vg west bound California Limited ifo by. It was a gorgeous train of palace ; cars, and behind the plate glass observation > windows beauty and fashion and youth and | old ago were lolling among the luxuriant cushions, some visiting, some reading, some (ileasantly dozing, some making wreaths of { cigar s'inoke, some gazing dreamily through the windows at 'the passing cities, and fields, and fore.sts and rivers. I stood on the rear platform of the last sar of our train and watched the California Limited as she laded away toward the gold en west. And 1 thought of the difference between travel now and travel in the days of '4O, when it took the gold-yeeker half a long, weary year, filled with all kinds of j hardships, to travel the distance that is now covered in three days. 1 thought of the slowly moving wagons, the dust, the stones, the jolting, the thrist, the hunger, the homesickness, the t.nail-like crossing of i plains, the laborious climbing of mountains, the weary dragging •recks, the never ending ; trail. 1 In these palaces that had just glided by wore people going to the same place to spend the winter months where the climate is perpetual summer. And they were not to endure a single hardship on tlie journey. When night came they were to lie in beds ; whose soft embrace makes sleep a luxury— and in the day time the velvet cushions of their seats were tone made deeper still by pillows—and thy were to spend a delightful j part of their time in the gilded and glittering dining car, where every dainty that ever tickled the palate is enticingly served—in short, they were to have on the trip .ill the | comforts of Lome—and of the best kind of home. I stood there and watched them pass out of sight while my soul was consumed with 1 envy. l!ut I derived some consolation out of resolving that sometime 1. too, would see California, and I promised myself that if I ever did go there it would be over the Santa Fe. "JOHNNY DRUMMER." "Has the doctor given up all hope?" "Oh, i no; he thinks the esiate will settle the bill if his patient dies.''—Cincinnati Times- Star. | Piso's Cure for Consumption isaninfalli- ! Me medicine for cough- and colds.—N. \V. 1 , Samuel, Oct an Grove, N. 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Are you sure it's made of refined gold?" Jeweler —"Oh, yes." Mrs. Nu ritch —"Because I do detest anything that isn't refined." —Philadelphia Ledger. He was interviewing the miserly rich man on how to succeed. "My motto iias always been," replied the man of money, offering i his visitor a stogie, and lighting a good cig.ir himself. " 'Never Despair,' " "1 | thought," replied the interviewer, "that it was 'Never Give Up —but it amounts to the tame thing, after all." —Cincinnati Timcs ! Star. "I.earn Mini with u Club." | The Geary (Okla.) .Journal publishes | j the following: "One of our school teachers ! received the following note from the moth .tr of one her pupils recently: 'Dear Mis, ; You write nie about whipping Sammy. I hereby give you permission to beet him up eny time it is necessary to learn his lesens. He is just like his father—you have to learn : him with a club. Pound nowledge into him. i 1 wants him to git it, and don't pay noaten shen to what his father says. 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