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WEE FANNIE.
Wee Fannie, bless her little heart.
I cannot help but take her part.
When romping through the halls:
T T p, down the stairs she runneth wild.
This sweet, angelic baby child.
Fast clinging to her dolls.
What mem'ries doth her laughter bring,
When through the house X hear It ring.
In fond, ecstatic glee;
Old scenes arise before mine eyes
Of children up beyond the skies,
Who're calling after me.
I gaze upon her broken toys.
Which tell me of true childish Joys,
The joys of baby years;
And while into the past I drift,
The ills and aches of life I sift
From out a vale of tears.
Euch purity from children roll
Into every hardened soul
That lacks the Rem of grace;
Their voice, their smile, their very tear.
Can drive away the dread of fear.
Depicting Christ's own face.
Flay on, my child, in rapture play.
And may your life be one glad day
Of endless bliss and peace;
And after evening shadows fall,
When quietness reigns throughout each
hall.
May joy your sleep increase.
—George McKenzie, In Boston Budget.
The py A
[Copyright, 1897. by Longmans, Green & Co.]
SYNOPSIS.
Chapter I—D'Auriac, commanding out
post where scene Is laid, tells the story.
De Oomeron has been appointed by (Jen.
de Hone to examine into a charge made
against him. Nicholas, a sergeant, brings
In two prisoners, a man and a woman, who
are from the king's camp at Le Fere,
D'Auriac, angered by Insulting manner of de
Oomeron toward the woman, strikes him.
A duel follows, arid during the commotion
the prisoners escape. De Rone happens on
the disorderly seine, and d'Auriac, upon
giving his parole not to attempt escape,
hears this remarkable sentence: "To-mor
row you must die on the tield. Win or
lo3e, If I catch you at the close of the day,
1 will hang you as high as Hainan."
Chapter ll—D'Auriac next morning takes
his place as usual on de Hone's staff. In
the course of his ride over the ticld he eaves
the life of Nicholas, the sergeant, who, a
victim of de Gomeron's malice, Is found In
Imminent danger of almost Instant death.
Chapter 111—After the battle In which
King Henry utterly routs de Rone's forces.
d'Auriac, lying severely wounded, sees
the forms of a man and woman moving
under cover of the nig'ht among the dead
and wounded. They find a golden collar
on de I.'-yva's corpse and Babette stalw
Maugir.ot (her partner) to gain possession
of the prize. After this hideous scene
Henry with a retinue, among whom is the
lair prisoner who had escaped from the
hand of de Gomeron, rides over the field.
Chapter IV—D'Auriac in the hospital of
Ste. Genevieve discovers his unknown
triend Is the heiress of Bldache. She vis-
Its him daily, and when he Is well enough
1; taken to her Normandy chateau. Here
l.e learns from Maltre Palin, the madame's
< haplaln, that the king Is about to force
upon the woman a very distasteful mar
-1 age with M. d'Ayen. With Jacques, his
s'eward, d'Auriac leaves for the avowed
purpose of preventing their marriage.
Chapter V—D'Auriac's horse casts a
shoe. This causes a delay at village of
Kzy, where ho comes upon Nicholas, his
oid sergeant, who says de Gomeron is In
the neighborhood with tiie king's commis
sion, and that he (Nicholas) has evidence
t,f treason brewing amor.g de Gomeron and
certain associates against the king.
Chapter Vl—Led by Nicholas, d'Auriac
goes by night to where de Gomeron Is sta
tioned. When near the house a horn was
was heard from the depths of the forest
(which greatly frightens Nicholas, then
some men leave courtyard In direction of
the sound.
( IIAI'TF.H VI. —CONT 1 NUED.
The men rode by us slowly, one of
them carrying a torch, and, taking a
turn to the right, trotted oil into the
forest, cursing 1 lie orders they had re
ceived togo forth after the horn
winder.
"Now," I whispered, "for the win
dow."
"We must got to the terrace," he an
swered. "From there it might be done,"
and with a hurried look behind him, at
which I began to laugh in a low t.xieof
mockery, lie crawled forward rapidly.
1 followed with equal speed tind cau
t:on, and in a half minute we had
g-iined the shadow of the terrace, and,
working along its ivy-covered wall, got
to the main bidding. Here we cast
e bout for some means 1o get up. It
was not possible to tlo this by holding
onto the ivy, as, if it came away, there
would be a full, and all our faf would be
in the fire. The ascent had to be made
noiselessly, and as 1 looked at the high
wall before us I began to think it was
impossible. Running my eye on the
lichen-gray face of the main building,
however, I noticed something that
looked like a series of huge monograms,
with a crescent above each, cut in high
relief 011 the stones, beginning about
ten feet from the ground.
"We might get up that way," I whis
pered.
Nicholas nodded, with a pale face. In
his excitement he had forgotten the
wild huntsman, much to my satisfac
tion.
"Bend, then, and I will ascend from
your back."
lie leaned forward against the wall,
and, climbing on his shoulders, 1
found that I might possibly raise my
self by the monograms, which I discov
ered to be the letters 11. 1). interlaced in
one another, the initials of the second
Henry and Diane de l'oitiers; and the
crescent was, as is well known, Madame
Diane's crest. Taking a long breath, I
lifted myself slowly—there was but an
inch or so to hold on to-—and at last
found a crevice in which I could put
the point of my boot. This was enough
for me to change my hold to the next
higher monogram, and finally 1 came
to a level with the parapet of the ter
race. Here was a difficulty. Every time
I stretched my hand out to grasp the
parapet 1 found that I could not leacn
over, and that my fingers slipped oil
from the slime and moss on the stones.
Three times I made the attempt, and
swung back three times, until 1 began
to feel that the effort was beyond me.
There was, however, one chance, and,
quietly thrusting my boot forward, I
• began to feel amidst the ivy for a pos-
tible foothold, and to my delight found
it rest at once on a small projecting
ledge that ran around the terrace. The
remainder of my task was easy, and
the next moment 1 found myself lying
flat on my face beneatih the oriel win
dow.
Here I paused to recover myself, peer
ing down at Nicholas, who was making
an attempt to raise himself by his
hands to reach the monograms and
c'imb to me. "Steady," 1 whispered,
"and catch this." .Rapidly unwinding
a silken sash I wore round my waist, in
the fashion 1 had learned when serving
in Spain, I dropped one end toward him,
and after a moment or two he managed
to seize it. Then I looped a fold of the
rilk around a buttress of the parapet,
and holding onto the other end told
Nicholas to climb.
"Now for the window," I said. "I will
rise slowly and find out what I can.
You keep your pistol ready, and your
eyes open—do not rise, and remember
my orders."
"There is a broken pane to the left, it
is half hidden by the curtain—you can
hear and see from there."
As he said this 1 rose softly to my feet
and, finding the broken pane without
any difficulty, peered in.
The room was bright with the light of
candles, and, at a table, covered with
papers, were seated two men, whilst a
third was standing, and pointing with
his fingers at a scroll. In the man with
his back to me I had no difficulty in
recognizing de Gomeron, the one look
ing toward me was assuredly I!iron,for
his was a face that once seen could
never be forgotten. As for the man who
was standing beside him, 1 knew him
not., though subsequently —but I antic
ipate.
15iron was evidently in a high state
of excitement. He was biting at the end
of his dark mustache, and the fingers
of his hand were playing nervously with
the star on his breast, whilst his shifty,
treacherous eyes were turning' now on
de Gomeron, now on the figure stand
ing at his elbow. He seemed to be hesi
tating. and I heard de Gomeron say:
"This Is my price—not money, not
land, not a title, but only a few words.
You have each one, my lord, your share
of the spoils set down in writing. I do
not want so much even—all I ask is
your word of honor to favor my suit
with the king. For me the word of
Piron is enough, and 1 know bis majes
ty can refuse you nothing."
"My God!" exclaimed Biron, and
writhed in his chair.
"The marshal might give me the
promise I seek, Lafin," and de Gomeron
turned to the man w:ho was standing at
Hiron's elbow, "t"he word will give me
a wife, not much of a reward."
"And the lands of Bidache and Pe
louse—eh ?"
I almost fell forwards in my eager
ness to hear, and only checked myself
in time.
"Exactly," sneered de Gomeron. "Do
you think 112 have risked my life for the
good of mj' health? See here, cheva
lier," and he bent forward and whis
pered a word or so that made the other
pale, and then de Gomeron leaned back
in his chair and smiled. Biron did not
apparently see or hear, his forehead
was resting on his clasped hands, and
lie seemed to be revolving the hazard
of some great step. As for me, 112 though'
I caught the words, "your instant
help," followed by "lances" and "pow
< r," and guessed—l was not wrong—
that the captain had forced Latin's
hand.
"My dear de Gomeron," he said, "the
marshal is willing enough, but you
know the common talk, that the king
has other views for madame, and that
M. D'Aven —" But Biron interposed.
"M.de Gomeron, you ask too much.
Mrne. de la Bidache is of the first nobil
ity. Treinouille was my friend. It is
too much."
"And I give monseigneur a crown."
"Peste! My lord' —after all, M.de
Gomeron has deserved his price—and a
good sword and a better head must not
be thrown away. Kemcraber, mon
neigneur, an open hand makes faithful
hearts," said Lafin.
"But the king would never consent,"
began Biron.
"(live me your word to help me, mon
seigneur, I will do the rest for myself."
"Give il, my lord."
Biron hesitated for a moment, and
then suddenly threw up bis hand.
"Very well—let it be as you wish. I
promise, M.de Gomeron."
■'Enough, my lord —I thank you.
Chevalier Lafin has laid before you in
detail all our resources. Let me now
show you this." He unrolled a parch
ment that was before him, and handed
it to the marshal. "Here," he added,
"are the signatures of :i It only needs
that of Biron- —now sign."
I could hear the beating of my heart
in the silence that followed, and then
Biron said, hoarsely: "No! No! I will
never put my name to paper."
"Morbleu! marshal," burst out Lafin.
'This is no time for nibbling at a cher
ry. Treinouille and Epernon have
gigned. Put your seal to the scroll, and
the day it reaches M.de Savoye, 30,000
troops are across the frontier, and you
«ill change the cabbage gardens of
Biron for the coronet of Burgundy and
la Bresse."
"And see your head on a crown piece,
marshal," added de (iomeron.
"But we have not heard, Lafin—" be
gan the marshal.
"We will hear to-night, monseigneur
—that horn meant news, and Zamet
never fails. Curse the low-bred Italian!
Pardieu! he is here," and as he spoke 1
heard what seemed to be tlhree distinct
knocks at a carved door, and, Lafin
opening it, a man booted and spurred
entered the room. He was splashed
with mud, as one who had ridden fast
and far.
"Zamct!" exclaimed the marshal and
de Gomeron, both rising, and the face
of the former was pale as death.
"Good evening, gentlemen! Maledet
to! But I have had a devil of a ride.
"Well, friends, you all seem t<> have
pale faces—would you not like to hear
I the news?"
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 12, 1899.
There was no answer, and the Italian
continued: "I suppose I must give it;
make your minds easy. It is all over—
she died last night."
"Did It hurt her?" asked Biron, nerv
ously.
"I don't know," answered Zamet, bru
tally, "I have never tasted the Borgia
citron myself."
"Mnn Dieu! exclaimed the marshal,
springing' to his feet, "this is too terri
ble," and he began to pace up and
down, whilst the other three remained
in whispered converse, their eyes now
and again turning to Hiron, who walked
the room like a caged beast. Nicholas
had risen slowly to his feet despite my
orders, and was looking over my shoul
ders with a white face and blazing eyes.
I dared not tell him togo back; but
with a warning look at him strained my
ears to catch what was being said, but
could hear nothing until at length Za
met raised his voice: "Have done with
it, marshal, and sign. After all. Mine.
de Beaufort was no more than a ,"
and he used a foul word. "The king is
prostrate now; but in a week Gabrielle
will be forgotten, and then anything
might happen. lie already writes
verses on her," he went on with a grin.
"Charmante Gabriedle —diavolo! but
you should have seen her as she lay
dead—she was green as a jade cup."
"ISe still, dog," and Biron turned
fiercely on him. The Italian stepped
back, his hand on his dagger; liiit in a
moment he recovered himself. Ifis
black eyebrows lifted, and his upper lip
drew back over his teeth in a sneer.
"I did not know monseigneur would
be so affected; but time presses and we
need the name of Biron to that scroll.
Hand the marshal the pen, Latin."
"It is here," and de Gomeron, dipping
a pen in a silver inkstand, held it out in
his hand.
Biron made a half step forward to
take it when a thing happened. I felt
myself suddenly thrust aside, there was
a blinding flash, a loud report, and a
shout from Nicholas: "Missed, by
God!"
There was absolutely no time to do
anything but make for the horses.
Nicholas had fired at de Gomeron in his
mad thirst for revenge, nnd had prac
tically given our lives away. In the
uproar and din that followed we slid
down the sash like apes, and dashed
toward the horses. Rome one shouted
"Traitor—traitor!" nnd let fly at us
twice as we ran across the open space.
1 FELT MYSELF SUDDENLY THRUST ASIDE.
From the courtyard we could hear the
hurry and hustle of men suddenly
aroused, and as we reached the oak we
heard the bay of the bloodhounds und
the thunder of hoofs ia pursuit.
CHAPTER VII.
POOR NICHOLAS.
From the oak to the spot where our
horses were tethered was close upon 50
paces, and never, I think, was ground
covered at a speedier rate by men run
ning for their lives. I was bursting
with anger, and kuow not what re
strained me from pistoling Nicholas, so
furious was I at the blind folly of the
man. As we reached the horses we
could hear the dogs splashing through
the spill water at the edge of the lake,
and some one fired a third shot at us
from horseback, a shot in the dark,
which whistled through the branches
overhead.
'•Quick! quick! monsieur!" gasped
Nicholas, and with a turn of his hand
he freed Couronne and sprang to her
back, the great mare standing steady
as a rock.
"Quick!" he called out again more
loudly, and I made a vain effort to loosen
my beast, which, startled by the shots,
the baying of the dogs and our haste
and hurry, plunged and kicked as
though it were demented.
"Damn you!" I hissed, half at the
horse, half at the crop-eared idiot who
had caused this disaster, and, manag
ing somehow to scramble to the saddle,
cut the halter with a draw of my dag
ger. At this moment the dogs reached
us, a dark object sprang up from the
ground, and, fastening on the jaws of
my horse, brought him to his knees,
whilst the other beasts flew at my com
panion. Nicholas' pistol rang out to
110 purpose, the report was echoed by a
chorus of shouts from thi» troopers fol
lowing us, and Couronne, swinging
around, lashed out with her heels at
the hound that was baying her. Lean
ing forward with one arm half round
the neck of my snorting horse, I thrust
twice at the hound hanging to him.
the first time sliding off his metal col
lar, but at the second blow my blade
slipped to the hilt into something soft,
it seemed of its own accord, and as the
dead dog fell suddenly back, bearing
my poniard with it, my freed horse rose
to its feet, and, mad with pain, dashed
forward. As we dashed into the wood
the troopers attempted to follow, but
it was with relaxed speed, and every
moment we were distancing them, and
tneir cries, shouts and curses became
fainter and more faint. Leaping a
fallen log Nicholas burst through a
juniper bush, and my horse following
him we came onto an open stretch
1 which sloped down to the river.
"Ouf! Out of it at last!" I gasped
out to Nicholas.
"It's a mile 3'et to the river, mon
sieur," he answered, slackening pace
slightly to allow me to get alongside of
him.
The ill will I felt toward Nicholas
had gone by this time. He had borne
himself like a brave man, as he was,
and, after all, if I had been in his posi
tion, I would perhaps have done the
same, and let drive at de. Gomeron at
sight..
We came to a narrow patch n n w. and
rode down this, the rivei being in sight,
winding, like a silver r'bbon thrown
carelessly down. On the opposite bank
it was overhung with willows, whose
drooping boughs swung low to the very
surface of the water. Here and there
the stump of a felled tree stood uplike
a sentinel. In the distance behind us
we could hear one or two of the troop
ers, who had by this time managed to
get through the wood, yelling and
shouting as they urged their horses to
ward the river. Doubtless more would
soon follow, and I cursed them loudly
nnd heartily. Nicholas looked back.
"Hut 15 yards of a swim, monsieur,
and we are safe."
"Not exactly—see there:"
The sergeant followed my out
stretched blade and swore, too. night
before us two men galloped out of a
strip of coppice that stretched to the
water's edge and cut us off from the
stream.
"Sacrebleu! ITow did they know
that cut—have at them, monsieur."
And we did.
It had to be a matter of moments
only. The troopers behind were com
ing on, and if once they reached us we
could not well hope to escape again
The odds were too many. I did not,
therefore, waste time, but went
straight for my man, and, to do him
justice, he seemed nothing loath to
meet me. He cut over the shoulder,
and, receiving this on my forte, I gave
him the point in the center of his
breastplate, making it ring like a bell.
Only a Milanese corselet could have
saved him as it did. My nag went on,
but turned on its haunches to the reins,
nnd before he could well recover him
self I was at liim again and discovered
that he wore a demi-mask on his face.
"Monsieur, shall I priek your mask
off before killing you," I mocked, suit
ing the words to a thrust that all but
effected the object, and ripped him on
the cheek.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
>'ni»oleon In I'ftor'i lied.
Peter the Great hated Moscow, and
above all, that stronghold of oriental
intrigue and moral darkness, the Krem
lin. If 1 remember right, he never in
habited! the palace within its walls after
he was a child. The old palace is a net
work of incredibly small, low, ill-ven
tilated rooms, some little bigger thai,
closets, painted in greens, blues and
reds, after the Swedish fashion; rooms
which seem, even to-day, to reek of
plots, intrigue and murder. Napoleon,
always a trifle theatrical, insisted on
sleeping in the bed of Peter the Great
when he occupied the Kremlin in 1812.
The bed of the boy Peter fitted the hero
of Austerlitz to a nicety. It is a very
abbreviated couch. In the very heart
of this oriental palace, with no window
which gives on the outer day andi the
open air, is the terem, or women's quar
ters. The terem was, to all intents and
purposes, a harem. The ladies, even
the tsaritza and the sisters of the tsar,
were only permitted to look down into
the hall of coronation through a carved
wooden lattice, just as ladies do in every
harem in the cast. They received no
men except their husbands and broth
ers, and when they went out it was in a
curtained litter. When Peter mounted
the throne of the tsars the women of
Russia were orientals, imprisoned far
more rigorously than the ladies of Con
stantinople to-day.—Louisville Courier-
Journal.
Traveler* of Two \utlonn.
Nothing is so curious and instructive
as to observe the Englishman when
traveling in comparison with the
Frenchman. The former is calm, punc
tual, precise, and with only the neces
sary quantity of baggage. He wili
journey through China with merely a
valise. He is not impatient. lie loves
travel; it is to him an inclination and
a felt want. On the other hand, the
Frenchman when journeying, is rest
less, nervous, impatient, bored; the en
tire time he spends looking furtively lit
his watch, or consuming the railway
time table. He is always crowded up
with parcels, in addition his portman
teaux. He is, as a rule, encumbered
with many useless articles. In fact, he
dislikes travel which he-finds an ennui
and a fatigue.—La Petite Journal.
Ini'oimldrriilr.
Foster —So her father refused to con
sent to your marriage with his daugh
ter?
liiglin—That's just the dleuce of it.
He gave me no answer when I told him
what I had culled for, and told me if I
didn't leave in less than two seconds
he'd kick me out. What's to be done
with a fellow who will wander off in
that way from the subject of discus
sion ?" —Boston Transcript.
Novel Melioration.
"How far was it," asked the lawyer
of tne witness, "from your house to the
road where the difficulty occurred?"
" 'Bout a acre en a half, suli."
"I mean how many yards?"
"Dey wuzn't any yards dere at all,
i suli, exceptin' of my yard, en dat wuz
'bout a acre en a half fum de road I"
Atlanta Constitution.
Ileudy fop n Hniny Dny.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Put nn advertisement in the paper
saying that the.man who had appro
priated my umbrella tit the reception
was known. There were 27 umbrellas
at my house before I left this morning
and I met a messenger boy on every
block on the way down."—Detroit Free
I'resH.
PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL.
John D. Rockefeller, despite his mil
lions, carries a plain, cheap silver watch
given him when he was a boy.
Of all New York's millionaires Corne
lius Vandevbilt is said to be the most
sensitive to criticism, particularly crit
icism in print.
A railroad accident 2(1 years ago de
prived Henry VVendhoff, a millionaire
of Mauch Chunk, Pa., of arms and legs,
lie wears four artificial limbs.
Gen. 11. W. Lawton, of Santiago fame,
is a collector of army autographs and
has the signature of several hundred
ot the most famous soldiers of our
army.
The London Optician says that great
men are usually blue-eyed, and in
stances Shakespeare, Socrates, Locke,
iiacon, Milton. Goethe, Franklin, Na
poleon. I'ismarek, Gladstone, Huxley,
Virchcw and Kenan.
One of the best puns ever made was
by Sydney Smith, on hearing a little
girl say "partridges" for "patriarchs,"
while reading aloud. "She is deter
mined to make game of the patri
archs," said the witty divine.
Among the California volunteers who
were sent to Manila is an officer with a
terrible mustache, which hides half his
face. "It's not fair to fight the Span
iards with that officer," said Dewey.
"He's in ambush all the time."
Hetty Green's inside pocket is al
ways lined with lucre, and she has more
available cash at her disposal than any
other woman in the United States. She
recently loaned a little wad of $1,000,-
000 to the city of New York, at two per
cent, interest, for three months.
HIS ONLY PRACTICAL JOKE.
An Old Man's Item I n Incence of One of
IIIN Ho.! hood's MOM! I'ulnful
Experience*.
The apples and cider and the genial
warmth of the glowing coal fire caused
the old man to grow reminiscent. He
placed his slippered feet up on the fen
der, and, while a brighter light came
into his faded eyes, lie talked of the
"good old times."
"Once," he said, and lie smiled at
the recollection, "1 did a very funny
thing when I was a very small boy.
1 think 1 must have exhausted all my
genius for fun in thai one grand ef
fort, for I have never had the heart to
attempt a funny thing since.
"It happened when 1 was about ten
years old. 1 was then helping father
to run the farm, and, I suspect, we ran
it pretty hard, too, for the first thing
I knew it got away from us; but that
is another story. As I was saying, it
happened when I lived on a farm. We
had a hired man, a great, raw-boned,
overgrown Irishman, as full of mad
pranks as Peck's bad boy. He was al
ways playing some trick on me. One
night he placed a large thistle in my
bed. It was summertime, and I had
no underclothes and when I lay
down on that thistle there was a sen
sation, several million of them. The
Irishman stood and laughed at me un
til great tears rolled down among
the red stubble of his faee. I swore
as well as a young fellow could swear,
that I would get. even with him. I
spent all the next day studying out
how it could be done, and by night I
had a plan worked out which 1 thought
so good I had togo out behind the barn,
where nobody could see me, and have
a good laugh over it. Afterward 1
was glad I iiad the laugh anyway.
"That, night I stayed up until all in
the house had got to bed. Then I
went and got mother's largest wash
tub, sat it at the foot of the stairs,
and filled it with water. Next I se
cured several lengths of stovepipe and
scattered them at judicious distances
upon the stairs. You see, the hired man
slept upstairs. So did I, for that matter;
but, then, he was always up an hour oi
more before 1 was, and so, of course, he
w.ould come downstairs first. In fact,
I intended that he should come down
head firsit, and then cool off in the tub
of waiter.
"Every part of the plan was carefully
thought out. 1 was confident it would
work like a charm. In fancy I could
see the look of astonishment that would
jump all over the big irishman's face
when his feet struck the stovepipes on
the stairs and bis head started for the
tub of water. Then 1 would have the
laugh 011 him, and I thought of the
thistle pricks and the sweetness nf re
venge as I cautiously crept upstairs to
bed. It was some time before I could
get to sleep. I felt so good over the
joke 1 was about tc play on the Irish
man. In imagination 1 saw him go
sprawling down the stairs, yelling like
a wild Indian, and 1 fancied how funny
he would look when he piieked himself
up out of the tub of water, blowing
like a whale and swearing like himself.
"However, 1 at length fell asleep, and
slept the sleep of a tired boy until sud
denly 1 was awakened 1)V some one
wildly crying: 'Fire! fire!! fire!!!'
"1 always had a horror of being
burned alive. The cry frightened me
out of my wits. 1 did notstop to think;
but sprang out of bed and rushed fot
the stairs. My feet struck a stovepipe
and started off on their own hook. I
followed, trying to get ahead of then"
and succeeded just :n time to land head
first in the tub of water.
"What a racket 1 and the stovepipes
made! How the water flew in every di
rection! All in the house rushed to the
stairway to see what the matter wa.>
The big Irishman stuck his head
through the open door, and, seeing me
standing shivering in the tub of water
wearing a skinned nose and a wet shirt
mildly inquired: 'Did ye iver git let'
me darlint
"MadV Mad is not the name for the
state of tiiy temper. I was raving, tear
ing. lioi 1 iiiwith maniacal fury, and
the old man chuckled softly to hinisi'li
at the picture memory held before hi:
eyes of a youth now long, long dead.-
X. V. Sun.
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conviction of the party or parties who
placed iron and ako* on the track of the
Emporium k Rich V alley R. R., noai
he east line of Fruuklin Honalcr's farm,
<B the evening of NOT. 21at, 1891.
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