11l A MOOTED GROVE A Tangis That Was Settled In Court and Then Out of Court. By RICHAR3 BARKER SHELTON. [Copyright, 1909, by Associated Literary Press. | "Well." aid Ilillis shortly to the pray haired .1 M\ei\ who seemed rath er bored with the whole matter, "what do you advise?" The attorney grinned unplensantly. "Hip up this fence and set it where It belongs—L'OO yards to the south," said lie. "Your deed reads perfectly clear. This fence belongs the other side of the grove. The grove is yours. You've paid for it." Ilillis frowned. "I hate trouble." lie observed. "I'm a newcomer here. I don't want to start on my career as owner of this place by antagonizing people." "Then let it go," said tile other dis gustedly. "Lot 'em put their fences onto your land as much as you please. In a little while, let 'em once get the OH!" SHE S AID, LOOKING tTl> IN KM BJUiKASSMENT, "Oil!'' idea you're an easy mark, and they'll encroach on you right and left." ilillis straightened himself, and his eyes flashed. "If it's a matter of precedent"— he began. "It is," said the lawyer laconically. "I know the crowd round here." "Very well, then." said Ilillis; "I'll have the gardener and some of the men fix this matter up in short order. Back goes the fence where it belongs. Two hundred yards to the south, you say? Good! I'll see it goes there." "A man may just as well stand up for his rights," the lawyer remarked, "and in this vicinity 1 know perfectly well what I'm saying when I advise you to keep 'em off your toes at the outset." Hillis turned on his heel and made his way hack toward the house, the lawyer following. Twenty minutes later Tim. the gar dener. was tearing down the offending fence, while two helpers he had in vcig! >d into service were digging post holes for iu resetting on the other sidp of the grove. Rue next morning Tim. with a lugu brious expression on his homely face, appeared ln-fore IlillK who was loung ing in the library of tbe house lie had recently i i.r -based. "The feux-i- is back, sit-," he began— "back just where it was before we 1 tore it down." "Then take it down once more and set it the other side oC the grnve," Hillis commanded. All the morning Tim labored nsraln with his helpers, but at dusk Ilillis. J walking down to inspect the Job. fout'd the fence in its original position. "Il'm!" be mused. "We'll take a hand in this thing persouallv. 1 think. Ho, Tim!" Tiul, who was ' Mining through the bushes, hastened his steps. "You see how It is," said Ilillis to his gardener. "Call the men and move it once m re.l shall keep an eye on it after you move it this time." Once again the fence came down and went up a vain farth >r to -he south. Darkness came on, and Tim and the men worked by the light of lanterns. When tbe work was done Hillis said curtly: "I'll stay here now until this mat ter Is settled one way or the other Bring ine down a bite to eat, Tim." Tim brought the lunch from the house, and Ilillis settled himself with his back against a pine to keep his vigil at the fence. It vas nearlng 11 o'clock when he heard footsteps and lew voices. He arose and strode to the fence. Two men armed with shovels and saws were already starting in on it. "That fence stays „'ust where It is this time," said Ilillis quietly. "Does it, indeed V" sold a quiet voice, find out of the darkness stepped a s'outig woman. "You have no right to this grove,"! said the girl "You, I presume, are Mr. Ilillis, who Ins bought the Arm!-' tage place?" "1 am," said Ilillis. "This grove is ours," she went on. "You are Miss Gray?" Ilillis asked The girl nodded. "Permit me to say I am equally sure It is mine, said he."l have not moved the fence without being very sure of my position." The girl bit her lips. "If my men move it, what will you do?" "They aren't going to move it, Miss | Gray," said Ilillis very quietly. "There is law in the land We shall 1 see," she replied. "1 am itr going to let the men make any trouble now, j but .e courts shall decide it." She moved away, followed by the two men, who were muttering angrily, • Hut Hillis heard nothing more of the fence save a word from his attorney. who informed him the "Grays had taken the matter to court and through his own alertness they had lost -v'ir case. TTU!is grinned and was relieved that the matter was settled. Some weeks later he strolled down to the mooted grove. He was sitting on a stump when he heard a strange sound to the left—the sound as of some one sobbing. lie arose and moved softly in that direction. There, seated on a fallen pine, her face cov ered with her hands, was Miss Gray. "Oh.'" she said, looking up In em barrassment. "Oh!" She jumped to her feet and started to more away. "Miss Gray, just a moment, please," said Ilillis, stepping quickly to her side. Something in his voice made her halt her footsteps, even against her will. She faeei'. h;u. defiantly. "You'll pardon my trespassing, i trust." she said slowly. "l!ut this grove is very much tome —and—and since we lost it"— i "I didn't understand about it," mills said contritely, but the girl was gone. Next evening, after a busy day at the county si at. Ilillis drove over to the Grays'. He had a tactful little speech all pre pare 1. but 1 mellow, face to face with the girl, the speech took sudden wings. "1 have brought you the deed to that grove." he broke out awkwardly, "and now you must take it and put your fence where it was originally," he hur ried on. "Indeed not." said she. "I couldn't possibly do that. The grove is yours. We are quite wrong in the matter." Long did Ilillis argue, but the girl was obdurate. He walked homeward feeling decidedly like a cad. However, ilillis v . - a persistant mortal, and thereafter he went daily to the Grays', ostensibly to argue with the girl about accepting the grove, bin in reality lie knew it was something 1 utterly different that took him on his daily errand. "Now, why," said the girl one even ing after some two weeks of this— "why should you be so anxious to give I up that grove when you were so anx ious to beep it in the first place'/" "Well," said Ilillis. with an uneasy I laugh, "there's a Scriptural Injunction, you know, about loving your neighbor. I believe we are instructed to love our neighbor as ourself. Now, 1 have gone that injunction one l < tor. 1 I love my nelghbc r. a certain one of my neighbors, very much better than 1 do myself or anything else i:i the world. I—l—hang it—l'm rather awkward about saying things, but perhaps you understand." Her hand rested lightly on hi: arm. and she was smiling up at him radi- , antly. "I'll take the grove now." she laugh ed softly. it's rvnmster s loots. No workman can do good work with out sufficient tools. BOOKS are tin minister's tools. He must have then, j If he is to serve his people well. Ye rrtany a minister's salary is so smal I that he is unable to provide the eoni j tnonest necessities for his family have enough left to supply himself 1 with needed books. The church thai makes it impossible for Its pastor t ' buy books harms itself even more than | it harms the minister.—Cumberland j Presbyterian. Etiquette. In our republican atmosphere old [ fashioned etiquette has ceased to b necessary, but the word "etiquette" I I suggested whenever one hears thi j phrase "that's the ticket," for "el! I quette" is French for ••ticket," find its | present Englis'i signification sprai j from the old custom of distributii i tickets or etiquettes which contain' • ' the ceremonies, etc., to be observ • ! at any formal event, exactly like our i word "program." An Alibi. Examiner—What is an alibi? Can didate For the Bar —An alibi is i r. mitting a crime in one place when yo are In another place. If you can be i two other places, the alibi is all the stronger in law.—Puck. Corroded by Water. In a German village an underground ,ead water pipe was found greatly cor roded and perforated Investigation showed that the soil in which the pipe had lain was permeated by very im pure water and consequently contained large qnantites of ammonia, ammoni um nitrate and other compounds, which had attacked the lend pipe, forming lead carbonate, nitrate, nitrite ai. . chloride. All of these lead salts. e cept the carbonate, are more or les soluble i:i water. The carbonate is i;. soluble in pure water, but is soluble 1 in water containing carbon dioxi.b , Iron pipes coated with asphalt should be employed for underground conduits If lead pipes are used they should be ' imbedded in asphalt.—Scientific Amer . lean. L'arn to Laugh. Learn to laugh. A good laugh is better than medicine. Learn to tell a 1 story A well told story is as wel come as a sunbeam in a sickroom. Learn to keep your own troubles b- ! yourself. The world is too busy to < are 112 : y '.r i!ls and sorrows. Learn to do something for others. Even il you are a bedridden invalid there is always something that you can do to inake others happier, and that is the surest way to attain happiness for yourself.—Exchange. His News. "The only news 1 have to tell you." wrote the l'.;ilvl!|p citizen, "is that the river has riz an' drowned all yer «at- I tie, an' yer uncle has broke jail; Ilk.' I wise tlie widder woman you wuz a--, in' ter marry has runued on' vlth a book agent. Outside of these here | fbil.gs, we air .vl tb.in' well."—Alia: Constitution. , Slightly Different. "Ten year.-, ago that fellow borrowed ■ the passage money to come to this , country." "And now he's worth millions, eh?" "No. He seems sort of thriftless. Owes for bis passage money yet."— ] Louisville <_'<'Urler-Journal. Pili^Talk! "I think she's double l'aced." "Oh. don't say that! One face Ilk* ' hers is bad enough'."-Comic Cuts. J HER CHOICE, The Man She Did Not Pick and What He Discovered. I I , 3y CLARISSA MACKIE. 1 (Copyright, I>JB. by the Mail and Express Company.] Beth Lewis was lost. Ou every side wore sand and crisp j brown vegetation and the hopeless ; ness of the Arizona desert. Overhead ; i were ij cloudless blue sky and a burn ing 81111. IJetli's rod lips closed resolutely as j | she urged Uor tired horse along the faintly defiued trail which had led \ her astray. "We will make for that little can j you, Lightfoot—that little break in the : ! rise beyond," said Beth, stroking the shiny black mane. "Perhaps—perhaps— j there will be shade and water for UP j there." When miles of ~ui*nlng sand had ! been traversed she rode down the dry i ! bod of a water course and Into the ! small canyon. Her heart sank, for | there was nothing save an expanse of , shimmering sand and some tall, spiny cactus on the steep, rocky sides. Hut the large leaved cactuses might i afford some shelter from the sun. and ; she urged I.ightfoot to the edge of the shimmering sand. There he paused and snorted shrilly. Another step and hi-- feet sank in the yielding sand. With a scream of terror the beast set tled back i.l his haunches and then made nn ineffectual leap forward. Beth shot over his head anil fell a i crumpled heap ou the ground beyond ; the outer circle of shimmering sand. When she recovered consciousness I.ightfoot VJIS struggling shoulder, deep in tquicksand, his 'strained ! eyes turne- in agony upon her face. She tin ied away and sobbed her helplessi ,-ss Into her hands. When she loo' ed again there was nothing save the yellow sand undulating in the sunlight. llow horrible it was! If Ltglitfoot i had not tossed her over his head into ~ "X j -- --j j WHEV ; : LOOKED AGAIN THKKF. WAS NOTHING HUT TUI: YULLOtV SAND. ; safotj she. I >, might have been drawn j beueath those treacherous quicksands. I But was her lot much better, atone. | afoot, without food or water, lost in a i wllil canyon, ou one side of which r ; a precipitous wall of rock and on the i other, cutting off esca; e. the quick -1 sand? I The sun moved slowly away from ; the canyon, but the stilling heat did ! not abare The rocky wails reflected i the blinding glare and Intensified its ! unbearable: -s Palo ar.d languid. Beth leaned back against a rock an ! I tohod with dr. .my eyes toward the mouth of the canyon, where help might come—lf It | came in time. I Surely s rue one at the ranch house, which N)IO had left after breakfast for her morning cautor. would attei pi find her. Would it be Buck H.iyden or Judson Bailey V She pictured the two men. loos? limbed and graceful, stretching along the necks of their horse- with oy« alert for a glimpse of the girl they both lived and wore fighting for with ' amicable rivalry. Together they had courted Belli Lee with a certain dog ged persistence, and she felt somehow ' that s: !o by side they would come J searching for her. The sunlight was still glowing on the • 1 opposite w .'i of ii,o canyon v. hen they ] came riding through the narrow open- , ing, Judson Bailey in the lead, bis dark face keenly alert. At his flank rode Buck Hayden, his ' sunburned <■ •nntenance grim with anx iety. Ilis jaws wore set. and all of , his homeh features were knotted with ! care. Beth's heart quickened as they sight- , ed and whooped joyously. She • leapfd to her foot and sprang toward i them. "The quicksand;" she cried sharply, j "*ou cannot cross! Lightfoot went ( down there!'" She pointed with trem bling fingers at the quivering sand at ] her feet. The two men halted at the edge of the sand and looked up and down the canyon Their eyes met. and Judson Bailey s face blanched to a dull gray. I .ok Havdon's Jaw set firmly. I "Wo can't got her any other way. <■>llo of us 'II have to cross hero, Jud." lie looked the other man squarely In t the eye Bailey 11, :ed I Is dry lips and tried to "mile. He looked at the wide expanse of palpitati. g sand at:d then across at t the girl '\ "Ask her." ho said suddenly. i Buck Haydon's face paled. "Beth." j 1 he called thickly, "one of us has got to cross over after you. Which one do you want? It's a good chance to make a choice!*' Both was trembling with agitation. 1 "Don't ask me. I euu't choose!" she ? cried appealiugly. i "You've got to choose," said Buck ! t imly. "Let Judson come." she said faintly, r hilling her face in her hands. j j Buck's bauds dropped to his sides as ho turned to his successful rival. "I'm out of it, Jud," he said hoarse- i | b'- "I'll stand by to help you If you ! y get In trouble. Will your mare make i it?" Bniley was staring with horror strick ! en eyes at the crawling, beckoning, | shifting particles of sand at his feet. Death by that slow torture would be— j "Will your mare make it?" repeated ! Buck impatiently. "Sure to," responded Bniley, tighten- j 1 !ng his rein with a jerk. "Beady, then." said Ilayden. "I'll j | Rtand by. Jnd—remember that!" I With 11 :'tered ejaculation of ter ror, Judson Bailey wheeled his horse | . and spurred toward the canyon's | mouth. in a minute he had disap- j pen red from view. "I'll have to come after you any way. Beth" said Buck qi ietly. She watched with bated breath as ! the sorrel sprang forward and then ! sank on the opposite side with scram- ) j bllng feet. Again the sorrel hovered over the ' quicksand and once more clattered to | a footing, and then slowly, with Beth ! before him in the saddle, Buck Hay- ! den rode out of the canyon with mis- j erable eyes fixed straight ahead, un seeing. uncaring. The heavens were thick with stars j when they neared the ranch house, j and then for the first time Buck ad- j dressed the girl sitting rigidly silent before him. her bright hair so near to his beating heart. "I'm sorry about what happened, Beth," he said in a low. voice. "If ever 1 catch up with that coyote I'll" A soft hand covered his lips. "Let : him alone. Buck," whispered Bet! "I am ashamed to tell you how selfish I am, bur 1 chose Judson because— I was afraid I did not want you to take the risk"— She paused, and the rest of the sen tence was whispered within Bui! llayden's encircling arms. AN AUTHOR'S START. When Marion Crawford Began Hie Career as an Author. Marion Crawford 1 had known siuce lie was a lad of fourteen years. 1. too, was a youngster in those days. We were living in a Now .Jersey town and ho came there to visit his aunt. Mrs. Adolphe Malllard. a sis; or of Mrs Julia Ward llowe Although became from Italy he dressed as an English lad. with high hat, Eton jacket, wide collar and long trousers. You can im agine the sensation that he made in that quiet New Jersey town. We had tmd kings and princes as our neigb bors. but a young boy in a high hat was unknown to us and therefore much more of a novelty. From those days which were filled with youthful esea pades. 1 did not see Frank Crawford as lie was then called, until lie was a full grown man and had knocked about the world a bit. His uncle, the well known Sam Ward, brought liini to (lie office of the Critic, then consist ing of a single small room over Dan jell's dry goods store in Broadway, New York. "This lad wants to be a writer." said his Uncle Sam. "I wish that you would give him a chance to learn the business." We gave him tin chance, not only for old times' sake, but because we liked his looks. "That fellow can do anything he cares to," I remarked after he left the office. Si we let him write. He wrote book re views. editorials and even poetry, an after that he wrote "Mr. Isaacs." u know the rest From that on it was easy enough. He won out and we knew that, though we had given him the chance he wanted at the time that he wanted it. lie would have found i: quick enough anywhere else. But !: • never forgot what he chose to regard as a favor.—Jeannette 1., Glider in Putnam's. FOLENTA. A Woman Tells of Hsr Introduction to the Italian Dish. Did you ever eat polenta? Hear what one woman has to tell you tie fore you say no. "Just let tue tell you about my in troductlon to this Italian -lisli. I.ast summer, after 1 had closed our camp in the mountains. I was invited to spend the night with an acquaintance who had the uext camp. "She is a charming woman, one who has lived abroad more than iu this country. She Is devoted to Italy and things Italian, and her cook from southern Italy has been with her sev cral years. "As 1 was about to retire my host ess said to me, 'l'ardoii me. but 1 ; didn't think to ask you what you [ire- j fenvd to have for breakfast.' Really, | before I bad opportunity to frame a I reply she continued. We always have | polenta; Antoulna makes delicious po- ; lenta, so I always have it.' I did not know polenta, 1 was quite sure, but it certainly sounded most attractive, and so I replied. 'I am sure 1 should like polenta, especially if Antonina makes it,' and 1 went to my room with my appetite already whetted for polenta made by Antonina. "The next morning 1 awaited that meal with the greatest expectancy. The polenta was served, and I tasted it. Was it good? "It certainly was, but 1 had eaten it hundreds of times before, only we pro saic Americans call it cornuieal mush. "Truly, that is polenta. A name makes lots of difference, doesn't it?" she concluded —Houston Post. Praise. "Your glasses," she said, "have made a great difference in your up pea ranee." "Do you think so?" he asked. "Yes. You look so intelligent with them on."—Chicago Record-Herald. The Retort Unkind. Gerald—A gentleman is defined a - one who never gives pain. Geraldine- ' Then you're tio gentleman; you giv me a pain every time you call.—Nev fork Pros-!. ' « Finding His Level. > "A man alius finds his level, son." j said Uucle Ebon, "an' you's luck.' to j ! be let down easy by experience in i stead oif arrlvin' wif a jolt."—Wash- i ington Star. i ! A Beneficent Rule. ' "So you are ninety-four years old! | To what do you attribute your long , life?" "A good many things have contrlb- , uted to it, the most Important, I think ( being the cnr« which I have always taken not fo get into a fight with a ( bigger man than iKyaolf."—Chicago Record-Herald. SPAIN-MOROCCO WAR Cause of the Trouble With Moors at Melilla- KA3YLE TRIBES TO BLAME.' Their Attack on Some Spanish INJjrtes Near Melilla Before the Spaniards Were Ready Precipitated the Crisis. ■ Spain's Foes Are Born Soldiers. j The immediate cause of the trouble j at Melilla, Morocco, which lias cost Spain so dear, occurred oti July S, j when some Moors laid an ambusli at i the Spanish mines on the railroad near '.Melilla for the purpose of maki::g some I prisoners in order to exchange them j for Moors who had recently been ar | rested for an assault on a policeman | Four of the miners were killed. There | upon a detachment of the Melilla gar j rison went out under General Marina , and routed the Moors, though not ' without difficulty, as the bayonet had to be used, and the Spaniards lost twenty-nine killed and wounded. Spanish Mines Raided. J The remote cause of the Melilla trou- j ble dates back about a year and a half. ; when two Spanish mining companies, one of them operated with French cap- j ital, began work at a point about fif teen miles from Melilla under the pro- I tection of Itoghi Kaid, who then was ! supreme In that region, in October of i last year tin; tribes revolted, defeated j Roghi and raided the mines, which ! then ceased work. The Spanish gov- 1 eminent proceeded to protect them; i but, although some of the tribes did j i not object, others were hostile, and the I . . i , ■ • Vis V Mt'LAl HA FID, SULTAN OF MOBOOCO. i whole district became much disturbed, i so that it was not till last June that ; the miners were able to resume work. Under the treaty of 1800 between j Morocco and Spain the sultan is under . obligation to furnish regular troops for the protection of the Spanish posses slons of Ceuta and Mi'iilia against the always more or less unruly liill tribes. But he has never clone this, and when Spain recently sent .Minister Merry del Vul to Fez to call Mulai 11 a lid's atten tion to this fact tin- sultan not only refused to listen, hut Insulted the min ister. lie r n. Ed I acknowledge tue mining con < at Melilla 1 also demanded that the Spaniards wun- 1 iraw from prints where they had posted troops > prevent contraband traffic in arms as a conditl m prior to any discussion of the matter Then the Spanlsi. g '.eminent voted 000 for the strengthening of the garri sons of Melilla and « eiita and no doubt would haven Ie i much bet ter precised to deal with a Moorish • *t. ... but the Incident above related ectpitated a . risis before the S; an lards were ready for it Born Scldierr.. The Kaliyle tribes, whieh are of Ber ber origin, are the people with whom (lie soldiers of Spain are contending for supremacy on the BUT coast of Morocco. These tribesmen, who are Sunnl Moslems, are boru soldiers. Those of the plains have been recently engaged iu earrylng out public works connected with Spain's mining inter ests on the coast, while those of the mountains by sudden raids have pe riodica!!;, undone the work of their brothers (if the plains. The pr ; revolt is due to the In spiration i ! I lie new saltan of Moroc co, why : :ty.it is said, ordered the Span! :: !s to evacuate the Biff coast. The Kabyles, in carrying on the revolt, ale using some Mauser ri fles which were sold to them for his personal profit by General Margaollo, ; governor ■ 112 Melilla, who recently was killed iu a sortie. Spanish Forts In Ruins. The Biff . oast came into possession of Spain after the Moors had been , driveu out of Europe in the fifteenth century and were pursued into Africa. To prevent u second Moorish Invasion, Spain began at once to fortify this coast, and by the middle of the sev enteenth century from Ceuta to Me I lilla and eastward as far as the Al gerian frontier was a strong line of fortifications. Most of the forts are now far advanced in ruin, and all are obsolete. Some had been evacuated even as early as the beginning of the nineteenth century and, with the con "ivancij <jf successive Spanish govern ors. became tile stronghold of pirates until tin* latter were swept from the feu by the combined efforts of France, England and the United States. inc Dreao ancr ripe oafcer. The lecturer at the cooking school 1 sometimes enlivened her remarks with an anecdote. "The eighteenth century baker," she said, "was a pipe cleaner as well, just as the barber a little earlier was a , surgeon. Everybody In those days i smoked clay pipes, provided, the same as cups or spoons, by the coffee houses. Well, each morning a waiter carried his master's stock of pipes—some hun dred perhaps—to the nearest bakery. The baker would boll them out, then dip them iu liquid lime, then bake them dry. They came out of the oveti 1 as sweet and white as new."—New Orleans Tiuies-Democrat. PRINCESS SISETTE 10 THE SENTRY, A Speli of Genuine Joy For the Royal Baby. By HARRY C. CARR. j There was u vivid flash tn the sun ■ Bliine as the sentry by tlx; palace gate j raised liis suber iu salute to the Prin cess Susette. Her highness had run away from tier nurse and stood peeking out curiously Into the great world beyond the gates. The children of tlit lodgekeeper were making mud pies In the ereek that skirted the palace grounds. The Prin cess Susette wished that slie, too, might make iniid pies. The flash from the sentry's saber caught her eye. The I'rineess Susette meditatively sucked one little pink thumb and surveyed him with round eyed wonder. lie looked big and ter rible ou his great gray troop horse. 1 "What makes you do that?" inquired Princess Susette plaintively, for the I"I WISH I COVI.D MAKE SHU PIES," SAIL HElt HIUUNIISrV lung saber at "present arms" was glim mering wit! little hot flashes i>f light. "Because you are a princess," said I the sentry briefly. A wave it' discontent swept over the I face of the Princess Susette | "X don't want to lie a princess," she j wailed. "They won't let you do nossin' ! when you are a princess." ; The sentry sat in frozen silence, j The eye of the princess wandered i back to the lodgekeeper's children I making mud pies by the creek. "1 wish I could made mud ] •«," said [ her bl_'lnie.-s wistfully. 1 The Priuit-s-t Susette came timidly i out front th„' gateway and touched the sentry's hu--ar boot with a r ,'y dim pled band "Mr Soldier," she said softly, wish i coiiid make mud pies." "The orders are that nobody can pass the gate," growled the sentry. The sweet lips i>f the Princes ■» Su | sette quiver -d, and the big blue eyes : uf the Prince-; Susette filled with tears. "Oh, Mr. Soldier," she sobbe I, "I'm such a lonely little girl! 1 wish 1 had some ot;i' to play wiz." The heart of th- Prince-- Susette overflowed with woe. i! -r highO'-s !<>aned heavily against the should'f o* the big war horse a 'id wept 'jitte' tears o:i the sabcrtache of the sentry The boot of the sentry was streakc' : with royal tears, and the black from j the sentry's stirrup strap begrimed the i face of the princess. Th.- sentry glared straight out to ! the front and center through a ; strange mh.i that dimmed the outlines of the gate, -st < pposit -. The gra. tvocp horse bent his head 1 and softlj i/••.led the pium;', heavln s|i tlld rs 112 th. unhappy lit Jo Prlr.- ' cess Susette. The light of an i:i-;oration ca. In ! to the tear -tallied face of tV« ; "in- ! cess. She sat down in the : >iddle o' the roa 1 and pcelc.l .-IT her sh.« ; and , stockings. The little barelegged wj.; . I ; in stiff while lawn pr< -enled a •,«. - I figure of j' princes:; as he'* 1 i^hr-.ss paddled ba k to the sentry ' but. the speech died on her Hps. She j had just di-o vert*! that making Br- j tires in the dust v itii one's bat;e toe i 1 the most fascinating amusement in the j world. She v. as recalled from her ab- j sorbins occupation by the distant rat- | tie of pony hoofs. Her nurse was In pursuit. The princess looked up eagerly at the sentry. "Mr. Soldier!" she said. The sentry looked straight out to the ] front and center and paid no heed. "Mr. Soldier!" this in a breathless i panic. Still the sentry would not look', so \ she gave his leg a vicious pinch. The sentry's saber flashed again t-> j "present arms." "Can 1 go now?" asked the Prlnce-s Susette. "Nobody can pass," said the sentry gruffly. The princess looked up at him sly!;. "Mr. Soldier, nursy wouldn't let mo i go barefooted because she said only j little uobod'cs went barefooted. I'm nobody now.** Anl the Princess Burette h Id up her shoes and stockings for him to! see. On one side the sentry could hear the hoof beats growing louder, and through the shrubbery he caught a I glimpse of a pony cart driven hard. On the other side he beard the splash of water and the happy shout of the lodgekeeper's children. The lips ot the lonely little princess were begin ning to quiver again when the sentry's saber flashed a defiant gleam as it rose in salute. "Pass!" said the sentry shortly. The Princess Susette, barelegged, raD down the road and shyly made tier way into tie* bakery business with the lodgekeeper's children. The sentry I glanced out of th ■ corner of his eye to j the right of him, to the left of him. i No one was nigh. i Then lie called r.rutlotisly after the Princess Susette: • p.uild a dam across the creek That's more fun than inak i ins mud pies." A\ hen the pony cart came dashing | up In hot ha :c, v Ith a groom and a , frightened nurse, the sentry, without ! a trace of o-.pres.-e-n In his face, was I staring at tise gatep >st opposite. "Where is the Princess Susette?" , gasped the white fac.nl nurse. The sentry sat in stern silence. It was against his orders to talk. "V\ here is the Princess Susette?" de j mande.i the nurse in sudd.ai terror. The sentry stared on at the gatepost opposite, but beyond the gate came a childish treble that the nurse knew, i The Princess Susette was shrieking ' with delight over her first mud pie. The nurse grabbed th" lines from the groora and urtritl the pony forward by jerking the. lines backward after the manner of women. The sentry's horse | moved majestically out from the gate , post and blocked the way. j "Get out of the way!" ordered the I nurse furiously. "ion cannot pass!" said the sentry ' j coldly. "I want the Princess Susette!" itlik] ' the nurse wildly She jerked the pony's head and tried to turn by the i entry, but a great gauntlet caught the pony's bridle aud i held It In a vise. The pony, be- I wildered by the whip behind, began to ! plunge, and the groom lia.l to run tc i his head Ihe dlstra. '. nurse scrambled from the cart and ran with fiyog skirts to j ward the s «te, but th<s gray troor horse felt the dig of si r> spurs and plunged desperately out to head her j off. Crowded Into a ■ nrncr by tho pal j nee gate, the nurse en lie 1 to the groom j to drive on and get the Princess Su ; sette. Ihe troop h ,rse wheeled, and the j sentry whipped "tit. a gleaming pistol I from his saddle holster. "Halt!" he thundered, and the ordet 1 rang In the ears of tlie groom like a | pistol shot. Tht*-plstol looked big and black, and the gaunt soldier by the ; gate with his bearskin hussar cap and ; the scarlet dolman over his shoulder was terrible to look upon. The groom slunk back, and the ntirss j wept in despair. It was tile best time the Princess ! Susette ever had In her whole life. When she came back the hair bad ; straggled clown into her highness' face ; itnd there was a smudge of blue black j mud across the tip of her highness' 1 j little snub nose. Her highness' stock ; ings, wet as a dish rag. were slung I around her highness' neck in a lovely way that the lodgekeeper's children hail shown her. The princess carried j one shoe in her hand: the other had ! floated off down the stream after a j tempestuous career as an ocean liner, 'j plying across the creek and carrying pebbles. The princess sniffed with a cold in her bead, but tho heart of the 1 ! princess was glad. I'lie nurse, on the veru- •if hysterics, ■ waited on i!u. i th r side of the sentry line, like a football player ready to j tackle. 1 Put th > Prin. s- Susette turned bai l; to the sentry "Mr. Soldier," she said. I The sentry was staring fixedly at the i gatepost. "Mr. Soldier." she said, tugging at j his boot - "Mr. Soldier, I fink 1 would | like t i kiss you." The sentry !•. iked down out of the 1 corner of his eye at the sweet little 1 Hushed fao. The sentry sheathed his ; drawn s ilier v Ith a clang. The sentry I reached dov a i:i- two big gauntlets to ' the Prince-s Sti te. | The nur- ■ai d the gr >m were liorrt j fled at the - -eta le. His Mistake. ; "1 am very sorry t'« I..'nr. captain, that your wi:'e li yen ■ i. ; • >re i til niously." "My mistake, sir. I i"1: her for a mate, and she proved to be a '■kipper,'* Always After Us. "Xo 11:•:11 •• \ '.at we d". there Is one» who wi,! always U» aft' r us." il 1 a rod a funny man. "Who ate they?" ! "Posterity" Says the woman. "Oh. that mine eneim would let tne tr::.i a hat for her." .'levelind Lead »r. In Doubt. I "Did you ever have appendicitis?* I said the insurance man | "Well." answered the le'ptie. "I was operated on. Hut I i ever felt stir.; Whether it was a case of appendicitis j or a case of profession::! curiosity."— , Washington star. A Conundrum. When is a piece of wood like a mon arch? When it is converted into a | ruler. MMOMOMOMii "Twm? to Bit B£W! A. nellalbl© For all kind of Tin Roofing, Spcutlne ind Centra! Job Work. 5toy»«». Heaters, Ranges, Fiimace*, *to. PRICES TBELOWK! Qlll.IT! TBfi BEST,' JOHN HIXSOiV NO. li» E.FRONT *T.
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