THE OLD MAID. She gave her life to love. She never knew What other women give their all to gain. Others were fickle. She was passing true, She gave pure love, and faith without a strain, She never married. Suitors came and went; The dark eyes flashed their love on her alone, Her life was passed in quiet and content, The old love reigned. No rival shared the throne. Think you her life was wasted? | Dale and hill. 1 Blossomed to summer, and white winter came; “The blue ice stiffened on the silenced rill; All times and seasons found her still the same. Her heart was full of sweetness till the end. What once she gave, she never took away, Through all her youth she loved one faithful friend: came She loves him now her hair is growing gray. —George Marlow. | THE PATHS OF JUDGMENT. — A Story of the Missionary’s Creed and the Sol- dier’s Necessity. “He keepeth the paths of judgment. —Proverbs ii, 8. “I will read,” said the missionary, “from the fifth chapter of Matthew, beginning at the thirty-eighth verse: ‘Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for | an eye, and a tooth fora tooth: Butlsa unto you, that ye resist not evil. . . .'" The windows of the long bamboo bar- racks were and strange scents and dew smells of the tropical jrorming filled the room. Sitting stiff and hot in Sunday discomfort, the eighty mariners gave a listless attention. Townsend, the young captain, when he heard the text, loo at his white shoes and smiled cynically. si It did not seem a promising theme with which to hold the attention of enlisted men who had been, for weary months, pac- ifying turbulent Moros. But almost from the Deginaing Townsend felt his! own attention fixed, and, as he glanced | about the room, he saw that the men were listening. Perhaps the preacher held him with the light that shone in his kind eyes, with the tired gentleness of his young, worn face, with the quality of his voice. | What he said they could hardly under- stand, certainly not subscribe to. But, as he went on, there flashed upon Townsend the secret of his force; for, undeniably, he was a force. This man believed what he preached; believed in it the practical, | sal effective sense that we believe in the air we breathe and the food we eat. t The young officer fell to pondering the | ' him breathing.” | injected | paulins spread. Then Townsend | short, crisp orders, y. “Are the rest in the bottom?" asked the officer. “Yes,” said Fletcher. They hauled the boat up then, and be- to take out the dead. A man's arm first, with a blue shirt-sleeve on it; there was tattooing on the wrist in blue and red. “It's Bill Walsh,” said the sergeant. Townsend heard a moan and, turning, he saw the mission put his hands to his eyes and stageer bagk. Then came things; less trunk. At the bottom was a body un- mutilated, and they lifted it out with the Moro ax still buried in the back. As they laid it face downward the sand. the shoulders start- ed up with a frightened oath. “Dan Runkle’s alive,” said he; “I felt They rolled him on his side, the doctor strychnine, and the group fell! back. Runkle his but they | only stared sightlessly. ly he cried | out in a weak voice: “Oh, don’t! Don't! Don’t! Then his voice dropped. “It's be- hind the clock” he whispered ramblingly, “it's behind the clock.” His Spesch ; ped, a quiver shook him, and lay still. | The sergeant broke the silence. “He's gone,” he said in an undertone. In silence | the stretchers were brought, and the tar-, gave | and in straggling pro- | cession they began to move along the path | up the wooded hillside. At the end, the, missionary followed. He had never Spek. | en through it all; his face had blanched, | the lines in it had deepened, his brows were contracted, as with physical pain. He seemed to be struggling with a bodily | As Townsend reached the company's Stree, the doctor came out of the hospit- | SBletcher wants to tell his story,” he’ said. “Is he going to die?" asked Townsend. “You had better get his statement,” said | the doctor. “I don’t know why he’s alive,” | he went on. “He says that the kris that ' struck him was nicked, and the nick fit ted over the jugular, merely scratching the outer sheath.” He went in, and the commandant and the missionary followed. ' The wounded man was sitting upright on a cot, one hand lifted to his head, wearily supporting it. With the other he | 1 uted. i “Fletcher,” said the captain, “who did | this?" i “Men from Pangao, eight of 'em,” he | | answer to the question. - being led.” “But the men may not want you,” said | Give me more go,” he said. Townsend shook his head. "It is im- possible. "Why?" he demanded. “In the first place, there is no room,” here,” he said. In the second place, h “you'd be outof place; expeditions of this kind—" he hesitated. “I'll be open with you, they are not nice things.” “But | must go,” said the missionary; “1 must see it through. I must find the 1 feel that 1 am “They ha their ve The missionary flushed. "You think,” he said, “that if | would go 3s a spy? it. Don't you wu . stand? | enlist for this; the captain, seen dead.” I trust you. What is done is my doing too. You are my captain; you have my word!” The personality of the man bore down the officer’s judgment and overrode his “Get in!” he said impulsively. They rowed down the bay, passed out sea, and, getting sail, reached for Pan- gao. The sun blazed overhead, burning the little hot waves, making them glisten blindingly. As it di toward China, they came upon the Barrier Islands. They left these on the port quarter, threaded the singing reefs, and passed Talipan. It was dark when they stole into the lagoon. Hidden in the deep shadow of the wood- ed shore, they floated in like finge drift- ing into a dream. The mirrored bay lay before them, and at its end. stretching into it, was the shadowy mass of the vil- lage, built on piles. Here and there lights glimmered, casting threads of brass across the windless water. Although there was no breeze, from time to time the ghosts of dead winds came from the land bear- ing the perfume of Ylang yiang, and sometimes sounds of voices in the vil: lage, and once the crying of a child. re was no miscarriage of the plan. Pangao was taken without a shot, but no man with the blood guilt on him was there. The missionary looked at Townsend with a question in his eyes. “This is only the beginning,” he answer- ed. After a moment he added: “You had better stay with the boats.” The missionary shook his head, and as they moved off he followed them along the curve of the beach. Out on the long flat rock that juts into the bay a quarter of a mile south of the village, Townsend took the four chiefs. to but one way,” he said, “the water. Ask him if he will tell.” “The chief says he knows nothing, so he can tell nothing,” said the inter- preter. “He has five minutes,” said Townsend. He eastward toward the horizon —"till the moon rises out of the sea.” After the interpreter had finished, no one spoke, The great pink and silver can moon was half above the horizon rim. It seemed almost as if one could se: her move as she grew into the deep night blue. Townsend turned his back to tke datos and watched the spectacle. The missionary turned away tod, but not tc- ward the moonrise; his eyes were fixed on the dark water at his feet, but he was nething. He was struggling with a tu- mult of warring emotions, with a sense of physical sickness such as he had ex- Jutienced that morning on the beach. her flve minutes passed or ten, no one knew. Townsend watched till the moon lifted free; then he turned again to the interpreter. “Will he give me the men!” “He says he cannot,” was the answer. Townsend gave an order: then he ke again to the interpreter; “Tell him the first time will not Le very long; the second time it will be longer; the third will be very long.” The missionary turned, looked and turned away again. A faintness came over him. His stomach revolted. The sergeant was tying the man’s hands; it took a long time. Then there was scui- fling, a nuttered oath, a soft splashing of something in water. Then a silence, counted by his feverish heart-beats, in- terminably long. Then the silence was broken by a muffled. beast-like choking. and Townsend's dry. repressed voice say- ing, "Let him up.” Then the query to the interpreter: “Will he tell?” “No,” was the answer. “Longer this time,” said Townsend: “make him understand that.” And there was the sound of protest, of more and louder scuffling, the noise of the water again, the silence and the muf- fled choking. The missionary's brain swam; he saw red. Reason, self-control, his given word. all were swept away be- fore a torrent of horror and indignation. “This must stop!” he shouted, swing- ing around; “this inhuman, cowardly out- rage must stop! This man is innocent! There is no charge against him! If you must torture someone, torture me! Drown me by inches! I know as much as this poor creature! 1 tell you itis hellish; it must stop, and I will stop it!” He broke off, his voice shrilling to a scream, menac- ing helplessly, breathless and panting. “Put that man under arrest!” cried Townsend. Unstrung himself, his voice shook. “Put that man under arrest!” he shouted fiercely, “and keep that damn- ed murderer under §ill he drowns!” But the sergeant, who was calm, lifted the chief up. He knew that it was time, “and in a moment Townsend had himself {in hand. . They watched and waited until the chief could speak. The interpreter spoke “When will it be?” he asked. At first the captain did not understand. “When will what be?” said he. The i put the question again, and added: “I should like to pray with them first.” “Oh,” said Townsend, “I have no au- thority to dispose of these cases. Three months’ imprisonment is the limit that | A flash of surprise came over the mis- sionary’s face. “Is it a good thing for the others to le’ it go so long?” he asked. “Ought it not be an example?” “That is hardly for me to pass upon,” said Townsend quickly. The question surprised him. “Have you changed your views?" “I have no vies,” said the missionary, vaguely. “It seemed though—" he broke off and walked away, nd stood looking aimlessly in front of him. “You'd better get some sieep,” said Townsend: “lie down and they will bring you a blanket.” “Sleep!” said the missionary, wearily. Townsend made no reply, but turned to the sergeant. ‘Make your camp upon the hill,” he said, "and see the men get something to eat. And, sergeant,” he added, “pursuant to regulations, you may take the prisoners and use them to bring in wood and water." A look passed between them. It was very slight, but the missionary caught it. 1 think 1 shall go,” he said, “and help wita the wood.” “I beg pardon, sir,” said the sergeant. “Let him go,” said the captain; “I want it.” The sergeant turned, his men fell in around the prisoners, they marched away clattering to the shore, disappeared into the forest, and the missionary followed them. When they were out of sight, Townsend sat down by the water's He suddenly realized that he was tired. The moonlit water lapped the rock at his feet; at times the shore breathed the heavy scent of ylang-ylang; the somber wooded hill hung mirrored in the bay. The glory of the tropical night was all around. Suddenly the silence was split by rifle fire. There was a rattling, indis- tinguishable volley, then a single shot, then two more. echoes crashed and rumbled around the headlands, growing fainter and fainter, and then the silence closed down again. He took out his watch and made a note of the time; it was a quar- ter before one. He turned his eyes shore- ward and waited. Presently dim shapes began to move among the of the wood, and two figures came out upon the moonlit beach; they were the sergeant and the missionary. They came on in silence across the white sand, out on the rock till the sergeant halted and stood at attention. “The prisoners attempted to escape—" he began. “Make your report in writing,” said the captain. e sergeant saluted, wheeled, and went back to the forest. “Well?” said Townsend. An Indian Tiger-Hunt. A British officer in India had out upon an in search of a tiger which had just killed a man and two locks within half a mile of his The hunt was brief, and the officer ‘sy i g & from behind, saying, “There he is!” The tiger was lying within ten yards of the officer, unable to rise, his loins being broken. Seeing that he was dead, however, the officer was in the act of taking up his rifle when something struck him on the back and jammed him to the front of the howdah. He had just time to seize the branch of a tree puil himself out of the howdah when the frightened elephant ran away and left the officer suspended immediately over the dges, which lay growling and licking his si The officer was in a predicament. In yan he Wed to get into the tree, Yon 2 t, his fingers becoming cram e lost his hold and fell on the tiger. It was like falling into the jaws of death. The instant that the cfficer touched the ground the tiger, with a terrific roar, seized his left foot in his mouth, and with one bite crushed the heel and ankle-bone. Then he gave the officer three other bites, two on the calf of the leg and one on the knee, every bite breaking the bone to pieces. officer's agonies were frightful. In vain he called for help. But, after a struggle, he got his right leg free and gave the tiger a tremendous kick on the head, which induced him to let go. In- stantly the officer got up and hobbled to the foot of the tree, where he fell ex- hausted) with the tiger still a few paces of. The sepoy who had been with him in the howdah had | safely in the tree, and witnessed the whole scene. Now he came down within a few feet of the ground and begged his master to get into the tree. At first the officer thought he could not. but after some struggles he managed, by giving the sepoy his hands, to get himself pulled up into the lower branches. In a short while abrother officer, whose elephant, too, had become unmanageable, came back, and finally killed the tiger, after which the officer was carried back to camp. g g The Motor Plow. The motor plow marks the beginning of a movement that is bound to revolu- tionize farming methods. Within twenty years, it is safe to predict, motors will be doing the most of the farm work, and the dozen or so of work-horses about the farm will have given it to their rival. ‘There may be certain sections of coun- try that will afford better opportunities for the introduction of this labor-saving machinery than others, which is especial- ly true of the Middle West, where the answered; “the one-eyed man who used | The files of marines closed around them a few low gutturals, and the chief mut. “It is over,” said the missionary. : 3 rir] “ : Hai “i first farm motor plow has been given a protles of such 2 life with Such 2 Lalit | to sell fish I knew, and him with the scar | and through the interpreter the captain tered a reply. =~ Then sit down,” said the officer, “and g35 trial on the Grants farms, Boot of to guide x an oy 2 foray of the | on the cheek and the pock-marked face; | began the interrogation. It was just be- | “What does he say? demanded Town- uy lo BE kW. a0 cuzt Washington, Ind. } wmdow. ug He Othe, | the others couldn't swear to. They came | fore ten o'clock, and the flood of soft Send: . ud : can't rest,” said the missionary. but Ng sooner was it put into action than hillside, the fringe of palms along the |." "Cheat" Then he stopped and | light on the eastern horizon indicated that “He will teil,” said the interpreter; he sat down. “How can I rest?” he went beach, he could gaze over the bay and out | to sea, where the foam-white reef lay burning in unimagined hues of blue and | green. As he thought and as he gazed, | an object grew out fon he pony of the | for stant headland an is thoughtaway. | go Walsh wouldn't eat meat. We camped | Presently he object glew Io, be 2 boat, lon the little island south of Tigangum | e knew what . was unting ' ith the meat. It blew hard just before | party wih Lieutenant, Willams coming sonce'und hey ran mfr shelter. They meat, and then with a start he was con- | had no grub, and when Me, Williams see scious of his wandering mind, and gave his | Dy TE i Sannon S00 101 Heer thithe exe] and we sat on the beach together and | 8 3 ) " ‘smoked. As it come dark, Walsh lit a fire Josinen Tg ig Grspel; hig, a | for light; he heda prick of cards, and we ority i | sat around and played.” ground, no compromise. There was the “Where ey ey Williams" asked the straight way and the broad. Which would | captain. | you choose? The hysteria of the revival | “He went to the lagoon to bathe,” said | meeting began to make the air throb. py. hor" “Well, the bo \ ; , , they sat around, watch- | The miggionary S works Ton salen Phe ing over our shoulders. Suddenly I heard | session of the room and of Rownsend. H€ | Runkle yell out, and I saw the one-eyed | yisdin) to the spel not willingly, of with- | an cut at Walsh from behind with a ba- | out a struggle. His conscience had been | : i clear, his honor bright; he believed in his | rong. All at the same time felt I washit. | thought, and then, “What day is this,” he ! “Sunday,” said Townsend. 1 “It was two nights ago, then,” he said, | r it was a Friday evening. know that, | it was near moonrise. First he made a little opening speech, recounting what had taken place, and the chiefs listened stolidly. He finished and they made no comment. “Now,” said Townsend, “I want the murderers.” The senior chief began to speak. “He says,” translated the interperter, "that God is great. No men have gone out from Pangao for seven days and none have re- turned.” “Tell him,” said the captain, "that I want the one-eyed man with the silver- handled kris.” “He went away to the south three months ago,” said the chief, “and has never returned.” “To what island did he go?” asked Townsend. "The chief does not know,” said the in- terpreter; “he was a bad man.” “Tell him,” said Townsend, “that I want the man with the smallpox face and the scar on the cheek.” “the men are herc.” ; Townsend took a long breath that was half-sigh, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked haggard and old. He glanced at the missionary; their eyes met, and the missionary dropped his, turned and looked into the black water again. He was burning with shame, yet still sick with horror, humiliated, ridic- ulous, conscious of his own inadequacy to the facts. truth? What was right? What was jus- tice? What was humanity? ‘Yes, and what was honor? He could make no an- swer to any of them. He was adrift in i the fog. God seemed to have deserted him. He heard the young officer's voice giving orders preparatory to searching as the men handled their rifles. Then he felt the touch of a hand on his | shoulder. “That was a bad five minutes,” said | | Townsend in a husky whisper; “don’t you | care. I went off the hooks mysell. For- What was he? What was the village. He heard the rattle of steel | ' on, as if he were talking to himself. “If I could only understand! 1am like a man groping step by step down unknown stairs in the dark.” “You are as well off as Townsend. : The missionary looked at him with per- lexity in his eyes. “But it's different,” , he said at length. “How is it different?” said Townsend. “Have you any special right to under- stand? We all of us must do what is be- | fore us, and the commanding officer, who ' knows the reason—he takes the responsi | biliiy.” “But I felt,” said the missionary, “that it was my place to teach, and to teach I must understand.” “That may be as it may,” said Town- | send; “perhaps you are to teach, but per- | haps, too, you have gone back to school. | Who knows?” “Perhaps,” said the missionary. He , put his face in his hands and said no | more.—By David Gray, in Collier's. I am,” said the big machine, which is in reality a gas- oline traction engine, having four cylin- ders and a 50-horsepower motor, was pull- ing a string of eight plows, behind which trailed a row of harrows. To keep the engine cool a radiator and fan are used, while in the ignition system a magneto is used. The power plant looks, as a matter of fact, and likewise performs the same as the powcr plant of almost , any standard touring cor. The pulling power of the motontraction car is 7,000 pounds, the pull being on the drawbar. On an average, the plow goes into the ground to the depth of nine in- ches, and the machine can break 30 acres a day, doing the work of 30 horses and 15 men each day that it goes a-plowing. Should it ever be necessary to work at night, the engineer can light the carbide lamps and thus turn night into day. Except in turning at the ends, the ne- cessity of steering is done away with by an automatic guide, which greatly relieves the engineer, as this device guides the en- gine straight as an arrow, thus obliging each plow to turn a perfect furrow. Not only can the machine plow to the very edge of the sloughs, but it can pass right through shallow places and resume the furrow unbroken on the other side. This is owing to the engine's relatively Lady’s Pictorial. They formed but a frac- | light weight, its drive wheels, eight feet tion of the great assembly, but they were high and 18 inches wide, and its perfect certainly not the least interesting part of | hold on the ground secured by its conical it. It is related of one Jady bes r hat spurs. ih A Ae odiered “The White Man's Burden” the usher to “remove that child from the | ewer : court.” If ladies are ever admitted to the ' medically speaking, is dyspepsia. The Bar here—where the ceremonial is so dif- hurried eating of meals, the consumption ferent—it remains to be seen if they will ' of greasy f and improperly prepared be compelled to wear gray wigs. If so, dishes, tend to ruin the stomach. Il there appearance after a day in court will | health and unhappiness surely follow. So be very unattractive. The masculine wip long as men and women eat carelessly is presumed to be for the purpose of add- and hurriedly so long will nature need the ing dignity to the appearance of the coun. | assistance of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical sel, but a barrister’s wig when elevated | Discovery. This great medicine acting on even the plainest dressing of a lady's | directly upon the stomach and organs of hair, Figaests obvious difficulties. Per- | digestion and nutrition, increases the flow haps the first lady is called to the of the digestive juices, cleanses the system Bar, the quaint custom of wearing the of clogging obstructions, stimulates the ac- wig will | tion of blood-making glands, and so builds Riad 3 d I dropped. When I cameto, the moon | country, in his profession, but perhaps he | an et Ady had been wrong. The doubt came to him | yo Ap, and 1 saw Me Williams CHITYWE | a pang. he | as it the pang of the young | =. Sign man who went away sorrowful having _ Fou how what happened to him? The question was put. | get about it.” : 7 ; "He could not look up nor speak. He “That man,” said theinterpreter, trans- | i lating, “went away with the one-eyed | heard the clatter of the shod feet on the { . » | rock as they went shoreward, and pres- many possessions? He could not answer | i man three months ago. | ently he was alone. i “no.” . “He heard the yell, and when he see | _ There was a pause and Townsend con- | They found the men where the chief The missionary’s earnestness and feel. them coming he hid in the mangroves. sidered. “Tell the chief,” he said, that | gaid, the one-eyed man with his silver ing deepened. He began to approach the | He says they didn't look very long, and | what he saysis not the truth; the men | kris clean and polished; the man with the | climax of his exhortation, reached it, | then he see them running along the beach | are in the village.” | pockmarked face, and the six who were paused, and then, choosing to avoid the in the moonlight and put to sea. At the | ‘““Thenlet the soldiers search the villege | their companions. They disarmed them, obvious, rhetorical effect, came a or flood we got our boat off. We rowedand | and find them,” replied the dato. | and they made no resistance or protest. nearer and dropped his voice. | sailed that night and the next day andthe | There was silence, and Townsend , Then they brought them to the rock. “Oh, men, men, my dear men,” he cried, | next night, and we come in this morn- | thought. What he had hoped to avoid | The missionary saw them come, saw “it is so clear, so clear! If 1 could only | ing : w | was growing before him as theinevitable. | them halted, lined up, the moonlight fall- make you understand!” | “When did Mr. Williams go out of his | He turned to the missionary, as if making | ing on their dark faces, stolid and in- A long silence followed. The eighty head? asked the doctor. , jus defense. - wi we | scrutable under their turbans, and he felt mariners looked dumbly at him; some _ “Toward sundown the next day, said | “And there you see,” he said bitterly, nothing, scarcely even the interest to fix shifted their feet, some coughed dryly, as Fletcher; ‘that was yesterday; he had no ! how we run up against it. s a" ‘his eyes upon them. These were the be- is the manner of the race when emotion hat. a | “Can't you search the village?” the ings who had done the frightful work catches at their throats. Townsendturned Then the missionary spoke for the first | missionary asked. _ that he had witnessed on the beach twelve his eyes to the nipa thatch overhead, and HME Since the boat had come to the beach. | You might as well search the Archi- hours before, but they came to him like was suddenly aware that the sentry on “Why did they attack you,” he said. | pelago if you don’t know where to look,” | strangers that one passes in a crowd. His duty at the beach was standing in the For the rifles,” said Fletcher; “they got said Townsend. “Like as not by this | soul was a cold cinder; he was burnt out. doorway waiting to attract his attention. $1X and Mr. William's revolver. Besides,” | time they are in the harems dressed up | He had neither sympathy nor vindictive Townsend got up, tiptoed to the door. he added, “it's their fun.” ~as women. It wouldn't do to have ma- | ness, almost no opinion. All the pride of “What is it?" he asked. The doctor looked impatiently at the | rines go prodding for them with bay- | the man in his mission, all the unshak- commandant. "Have you finished, cap- | onets.". | able confidence in his calling to be a “The boat is coming in, sir,” said the FUT $ tain?” he said. | “No,” said the missionary, thoughtfully, | guide of the way, was . He watch- Woman and the Wig. mn: There were some twenty women bar- risters at the recent great centenary din- ner to the Bar in Paris, says the London | an man. “Yes,” said Townsend, "I saw it as it came round the point. “I've had the glass on it,” said the sen- “We'll go,” said Townsend; “the doc- tor will fix you up, Fletcher,” he added to the wounded man. “You've behaved well, and it won't be forgotten.” “but isn't it possible the men have not | ed, passive and inert, li come back, as the chief says?” "No!" said Townsend. “I know these e; I know that the first thing they a spectator at ,a play. At the captain's direction, the in began to question them. Yes," he said, “they admit they did be abolished. a In some of the remoter provinces of ' up the body with sound flesh and strong | muscle. * Medical Di | contains no whisky, alcohol or intoxicant in any form. try. “Well?” said ‘lownsend. Russia there are peasants who are addict- “They're only two men, sir,” said the ed to what is practically hibernation. | “Yes, indeed,” When the harvest has failed and ions are scarce lie down on tOP | 1 ad one just like it when they were in high, | style.”’ of the great stove in the inner room, kitchen of their hut. The stove is reaching Smet the ool, and the the _ ——One hundred Americans left El Between apd priek Struc f the | Paso to join the Mexican insurgents; the roof is nary sleeping-place o price for their services is estimated family. Lying down upon the long, flat | t $10,000. stove, the peasants avoid all talking and = # " mm———— all exertion, except sich 4s a | ——Troubles must come to all men, Suna ie by ening at Jong. inervale bu (hes, who re always, lopking for | —————— I en 5 ioe om visit, and 1 He hy they did it,” demanded . the mi ry was at J . for | formy vi } im them why they did it,” deman sentry. he was turning the matter in his mind | it,” he went on emphatically. “The datos | the officer. “Two?” said Townsend. A shade came | how many men to take, what rations, | are lying.” “Because of the guns,” came the an- over his face. | how to strike, when suddenly the foot- | “Isn't know rather a strong word?” said | swer. “Two,” said the sentry. “There were step at his side started him, and he turn- the missionary; “how can you know? | “Ask them,” said Townsend, “if they six went out.” ed. Isn't it a dangerous assum tion that has have any defense to make.” ‘Townsend turned back toward thedoor, “You must give me something to do,” | no basis in evidence?” | “They say they wanted the guns,” said motioned to the men in the last row of said the missionary hoarsely; “I can't “You talk about the things you kriow | the iesIpEREs. seats to come, and went down the hill. | think any more. 1 don’t want to think. | by faith” retorted Townsend; “do you! “Have they anything else to say?” ask- The news ran through the room in whis- Let me carry things or sweep. Let me | doubt those things because you can't | ed the captai pers; men stole out and presently the | do something.” : prove them?” missionary was alone with those who sat | Townsend looked at him perplexedly. | “That is not a parallel case,” said the restlessly now in the front rows under his ; “I don’t know,” he said, “that there is missionary. Rather with a start he became | anything for you to do. We all have our | “Well, we could talk all night," said the aware that his congregation had fled. ‘ work laid out for us, and there is some punish murder “What has happened?” he asked sim- one to do each thing" “And as I am a preacher,” said the mis- sionary, seizing the other's thought and and putting it into words, “I am of no use to one at a time like this.” What could you do?” asked Townsend. ——“Do you like my new hat?" asked Mrs. Brooke. replied Mrs. Lynn. “I g little black bread soaked in water. The BuHS bor dark and silent through the | nter. A Great Gift. Dr. Pierce's Common Sense Medical Ad- viser, 1,008 is sent free on i “You didn't use to object to your hus- | of stamps to y cost of mailing X band playing poker.’ | This great work contains the condensed “No, but ot was before I learned to | wisdom of centuries added DN a t is a lovely » uf to play it unless he stops | in and de ment of the human race. » | It tells the plain truth in plain English. Ee | Its medical information may be the means ——*“I've never been offered a bribe," | of saving hundreds of dollars. beaged the eloent politician, | Send twenty-one cents in one-cent y up, man!" shouted a piker stamps for the book in paper covers, or, thirty-one cents for cloth Binding, Ad- i - i The Change. i ———— i | beach. Twenty minutes later were all by play the water's waiting. boat cannot under a patch of cheek, we must turn the other. want me to send out more mu ? "Don't say that,’ said the missionary. "Isn't it a fair question?’ asked Town- have no answer to it," he replied. perhaps there isn't any,” said gage! g i in the front . "Yourluck may change!” . 2 Buffalo ast. y ge dress Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N. ——Her real weight is a dark secret, of od Ot W which many a woman tries to make light. ——When he too uppish the eleva- | | tor get called down. | a : : HH i ; ——The farmer need not worry. Reci- procity will not hurt him. q 1 gs z 2s was ‘es, they are guilty,” said Townsend. He pavsel, and the missionary spoke n. i —— So-called hair restorers usually raise lot of doubts, anyway. !
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