6 SONG OF THE PLODDER. •<sod gave my rival gifts that I Alas, must do without! On wings of genius ho may fly. While I must plod about; The ends for which I to'l so long He might with ease achieve. But there are cravings that are strong And ways men cannot leave. Beside his talents mine are poor; While ho might sonr. my way Must always be the slow and sure That leads on day by day. He might outstrip me if he would And win the prize I crave, **lJut wine and idleness are good, And Toil's a sober knave." ■God gave him gifts that I have not; That which in patient ways And years of toiling I have wrought He might have done in days! I (nay achieve no sudden height, Nor win swift glory here— But 1 can curb my appetite, And 1 can persevere. —S. K. Klser, in Chicago Times-Herald. iHHs* l jt ' si 'irrtns Story JtAwy Life in {Copyright, 1899. by F. Tennyson Neeiy.J CHAPTER XI.—CONTINUED. Late that afternoon, just after the various trunks and boxes of the Frosts that were togo by the transport were packed and ready, and Mrs. Frost, look ing stronger at last, though still frag ile, almost ethereal, was returning from a drive with one of her friends, the at tention of the two ladies was drajvn to a crowd gathering rapidly 011 the side walk not far from the Baldwin hotel. There was no shouting, no commotion, nothing but the idle curiosity of men and boys, for a young soldier, a hand some, slender, dark-eyed, dark-com plexioned fellow of 21 or 22, had been arrested by a patrol and there they stood, the sergeant and his two sol diers fully armed and equipped, the hapless captive with his arms half filled with bundles, and over the heads of the little throng the ladies could see that he was pleading earnestly with iiis captors, and that the sergeant, though looking sympathetic and far from unkind, was shaking his head. Mrs. Frost, listless and a little fatigued, liad witnessed too many sucli scenes in former days of garrison life to take any iwt crest in the proceeding. "How •Ktupid these people are!" she irritably exclaimed; "running like mad and blockading the streets to see a soldier arrested for absence from camp with out a pass. Shan't we drive an?" "Oh—just one moment, please, Mrs. Frost. He has such a nice face—a gen tleman's face, and he seems so troubled. Do look at it!" Languidly and with something very like a pout, Mrs. Frost turned her face again toward the sidewalk, but by this time the sergeant had linked an arm in that of the young soldier and had ied him a pace or two away, so that liis back was now toward the carriage. He was stilt pleading, and the crowd bad begun to back him up, and was ex postulating. 100. "Awe, take him where he says, ser geant, and let him prove it." "Don't be hard 011 him, man. If he's taking care of a sick friend, give'm a ■chance." Then the sergeant tried to explain -matters. "I can't help my'self, gentle men," said he; "orders are orders, and mine are to tind this recruit and fetch him back to camp. lie's two days over time now." "Oh, I wish I knew what it meant!" Anxiously exclaimed Mrs. Frost's com panion. "I'm sure he needs help." Then with sudden joy in her eyes: "Oh, good! There goes Col. Crosby. He'll sec what's amiss," and as she spoke a tall man in •the fatigue uniform of an officer of in fantry shouldered his way through the •crowd, and reached the blue-coated quartette in the center. Up went the hands to the shouldered rifles in salute, and the young soldier, the cause of the gathering which the police were now trying to disperse, whirled quickly, and with something suspiciously like tears in his fine dark eyes, was seen to be eagerly speaking to the veteran ofl'eer. There was a brief colloquy, and inien the colonel said something to the ser geant at which the crowd set up a cheer. The sergeant looked pleased, the young soldier most grateful, and away went the four along the sidewalk, many of the throng following. Arid then the colonel caught sight of ♦he ladies in the carriage, saw that one was signaling eagerly, and heard his name called. Hastening to their side, he raised his cap and smiled a cordial greeting. "Oh, I'm so glad you '-'ime, colonel, we arc so interested in that young sol dier. Do tell us what it all means. Oh! I beg your pardon, Mrs. Frost, I surely thought you had met Col. Crosby—let me pre— Why, Xita! What's— Are you ill? Here, take my salts, quick!" "So —no —go on —I—l want to hear! Where are they taking him?" faintly murmured Mrs. Frost." "Try to control yourself," said her companion. "I'll tell you in one mo ment." Meantime from without the carriage t he colonel continued, address ing Nita's companion: "lie tells a perfectly straight story. He says he has an old friend who is so desperately ill rind out of money—that he got a doctor for him and had been nursing him himself. Those things he carried are medicines and wine that the doctor bade him buy. All lie asks is to lake them to his friend's room and get n. nurw?, then he is ready togo to ramp aud stand for liis trial, so 1 told the aergeant I'd be responsible." "Oh, thank you so much! Do see that the poor fellow isn't punished. We'll drive right round. Perhaps we can do something', it is lied Cross business, you know. Good afternoon, colonel. Please tell our driver to follow them." Put.to her consternation, 110 sooner had they started than she felt Xita's trembling' hand grasping her wrist, and turning quickly saw that she was in an almost hysterical condition. "My poor child, I had forgotten you were so worn out. I'll take you home at once— but then we'll miss them en tirely. Oh. could you bear —" "Oh! No! Xo!" moaned Xita. wring ing her little hands. "Take me—any where. Xo! Take me home —take me home! and promise me not to —not to tell my husband what we saw." CHAPTER XL For a man ordinarily absorbed in his own command, Col. Stanley Armstrong had become all 011 a sudden deeply en grossed in that of Col. Canker. The Frosts had been gone a week via Van couver—the expedition only about 10 hours —when he appeared at Gordon's tent and frankly asked to be told all that tall southerner knew of the young soldier Morton, now gone from camp for the third,, and, as Armstrong be lieved, the last time. "Why, that young fella's a bawn gentleman," drawled Gordon, as he of fered the colonel a chair and cigar "lie was behavin' tip top, steady as ] you please, until about a month ago. He's only been with 11s since Ist of May—came with a big bateli of recruits —a regular athlete, you know. Then after he'd drilled awhile I nailed him for headquarters clerk. 1 never knew him to be off an hour until about four weeks ago. The men say another young fella came out here one night, had a talk with Morton, and they went out together. He got regular permission. Xobody has set eyes on his friend out here since that time, but Morton got three passes to town in ten days, and Squeers happened to want him, and gave orders he should have to fie eon suited hereafter. 'Pout a fortnight since, by Jove, Morton lit out sudden ly and was gone 48 hours and was brought back by a patrol, perfectly straight, and he said he had togo on account of a friend who had been taken very ill and was a stranger here. Squeers let him off with a warning, and inside of three days he begged for a 24-hour pass, and Squeers wouldn't give it. He went without it, by George! It was just about the time the Prime family arrived, looking up the boy they heard was in your regiment. This time there was big trouble. The patrol sent for him went directly to the lodg ings of his sick friend, and there they found him and he laid out two of our best men for forcing a way into the room. They told me your carriage nearly ran over him the day of the re view. Then came that dam tool charge about his being mixed up in this rob bery. Then his escape from under Hilly Gray's nose, by (Jawge, and that's the last of liim. Canker sent a party in to Uiok him up at the usual place, and both birds had flown, both, by Gawgc! The sick man was well enough to be driven off in a carriage, and there's nothing further to tell as yet." "I wish 1 had known about him earli er—before the Primes came," said Arm strong thoughtfully, knocking the ashes off his cigar. "Of course vine my theory?" "That Morton is the missing son and heir? Of course. Xow that Pve seen Miss Prime the family resemblance is strong. But if he wanted to soldier, what's to prevent? Those tents yaivn duh are full of youngsters better edu cated than I am," and Gordon arose, tangling a long, lean leg in the nearest camp stool, which he promptly kicked through the doorway into the sailing fog outside. It was barely 11 o'clock, but already the raw, wet wind was whistling in over the barren, sandy slopes and dunes, and the moisture, dripped in big drops from the sloped rifles of the men marching sturdily in from drill. "Yawnduli comes the Prime carriage now, by (iawge," continued the adju tant, as he limped to the entrance, "Ole man seems all broke up, don't he?" Armstrong had promptly risen and came striding to his comrade's side. "Naturally," was the answer. "lie had hoped much from this visit. The boy was just under 21 when he enlist ed, and, as his father's consent was lacking, a discharge could have been ordered. It may have been fear of that that drove the youngster off. ' Where i3 the carriage—and your glasses?" continued the colonel, looking abdut until he found a binocular. "Comin' right down the road back of the officers' tents. Reckon it's another visit of condolence to Gray. You know I shouldn't wonduh if this arrest of his didn't prove a blessin' in disguise for that lucky boy." Xo reply coming to this observation, Gordon glanced over his shoulder. Armstrong was replacing the glasses. Again the adjutant hazarded: "I—l was saying' this arrest maybe, after all, the biggest kind of blessing in disguise for that lucky Billy. Yes, by Jove! They're comin' to his tent. That's a splendid girl, ole man." "Miss —Prime, you mean?" calmly queried Armstrong, striking match after match in the effort to light a fresh cigar, his face averted. "Miss Prime I don't mean," answered Gordon, glancing curiously at the senior officer. "Not but that she's a most charming young lady and all that," he hurriedly interpolated, south ern chivalry assertir itself. Then with a twitch about • lip: "By the way, ole man, those < igars light better from the other end. Take a fresh one." Armstrong quickly withdrew the ill used weed from between his strong, white teeth, gave it one glance and a toss into the waste basket. "Xo, I've smoked enough. But how ! can they see him? How about that I senU-y over Gray's tent?" CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 24, 1900. "Huh! Chief made them take it off directly lie heard of it," grinned (lor don. "Moses! But didn't Squeers blaspheme!" And the adjutant threw his head back and laughed joyously over the retrospect. "Yes, there's that curly-lieaded pate of Billy's at the tent door now. Beckon he was expectin' 'em. There they are, ole Prime, too. Don't be in a hurry, colonel." They had known each other years, these two. and it had been "Arm strong" and "Gordon" when they ad dressed each other, or "ole man" when Gordon lapsed into the semi-affection ate. To the adjutant's southern sense of military propriety "ole man"was still possible. "Armstrong" would be a soldierly solecism. "I am to see the general before noon," said Armstrong, gravely, "and it's time I started. If you should hear of your runaway let me know. If you shouldn't, keep our views to yourself. There's no use in. rousing false hopes." With that Armstrong turned up the collar of his overcoat and lunged out into the mist. Gordon watched him as he strode away, the orderly following at the con ventional distance. The shortest way to general headquarters was tip the row of company officers' tents in front of the still incarcerated Billy; the longest was round back of the mess tent and kitchen. Armstrong took the latter. That escape of prisoners was still the talk of camp. Men had come by bat talions to sec the tunnel, observing which Canker promptly ordered it closed up. Opinion was universal that Canker should have released theofticers and men he had placed under arrest at once, but he didn't. In his bottled wrath he hung onto them until the brigade commander took a hand and or dered. it. Canker grumblingly obeyed so far as the sergeant and sentries were concerned, but entered stout protest as to Gray. "1 still hold that officer as having knowledge of the scheme and aiding and abetting. 1 can prove that he tele phoned for that carriage," he said. 1 "At least there's nothing to warrant the posting of that sentry at Mr. Gray's tent, Col. Canker," said the brigadier, with some asperity. "Order him off at once. That's all for to-day, sir," and the man with the starred shoulders "held over" him with the silver leaves. The latter could only obey —and ob jurgate. But Canker's knuckles came in for an other rasping within the hour. The brigadier being done with him, the di vision commander's compliments came over per orderly, and would the eolonei please step to the general's tent. Canker was fuming to get to town. He was possessed with insane desire to follow ii]) that boarding house clew, lie believed the landlady could be bul lied into telling where her boarder was taken, and what manner of man (or woman) he was. But down he had to go, three blocks of camp, to where the tents of division headquarters were pitched, and there sat the veteran com mander, suave and placid as ever. "Ah, colonel, touching that matter of the robbery of your commissary stores. Suspicion points very strongly to your Sergt. Foley. Do you think it wise to have no sentry over him?" "Why—general," said Canker, "I've known that man 15 years—in fact, 1 got him ordered to duty here," and the colonel bristled. "Well —pardon me, eolonei, but you heard the evidence against him last night, or at least heard of it. Don't y<ju consider that conclusive?" Canker cleared his throat and con sidered as suggested. "I heard the allegation sir, but—he made so clear an explanation to me, at least, and besides, general"—a bright idea occurring to him—"you know that as commissary sergeant he is not under my command—" "Tut, tut, colonel," interrupted the general, waxing impatient. "The storehouse adjoins your camp. Your sentries guard it. Capt. Hanford, the commissary, says he called on you last night to notify you that he had placed the sergeant under arrest, but consid ered the case so grave that he asked that a sentry lie placed over him, and it wasn't done." "I dislike very much to inflict such in dignity on deserving soldiers, general," said Canker, stumbling into a self-made trap. "Until their guilt is established they are innocent under the law." "Apparently yow apply a different rule in case-of officers," calmly respond ed the general, "vide Air. Gray. Xo fur ther words are necessary. Oblige me by having that sentry posted at once. Good morning, sir." But to Canker's dismay the officer of the guard made prompt report. The sentry was sent, but the sergeant's tent was empty. The colonel's pet had flown. This meant more trouble for the colonel. Meantime Stanley Armstrong had hied: him to Gen. Drayton's headquar ters. The office tents were well filled with clerks, orderlies, aides and other officers who had come in on business, but the meeting was by appointment, and after brief delay the camp com mander excused himself to those pres ent and ushered Armstrong into his own private tent, the scene of the mer ry festivities the evening of Mrs. Gar rison's unexpected arrival. There the general turned quickly on his visitor with the low toned question: "Well—what have you found?" "Enough to give me strong reason for believing that Morton, so-called, is young Prime, and that your nephew is with him, sir." The old soldier's sad eyes lighted with sudden hojie. Yet as he passed his hand yearily over his forehead, the look of doubt and uncertainty slowly returned. "It accounts for the letters reaching me here," he said, "but—l'"#- known that lioy from babyhood, Armstrong, and a more intense nature I have never heard of. What he starts into do he will carry out if it kills him." An! Drayton looked drearily about the tent as though in search of something he didn't quite know what. Then he set tled back slowly into his favorite old chair. "Do sit down, Armstrong. I want to speak with you a moment." Yet it was the eolonei who was the lirst to break the silence. "May 1 ask if you have had time to look at any of the letters,sir?" "Do 1 look as though I had time to do anything?" said the chief, dropping his hands and uplifting a lined and hag gard face, jet so refined. "Anything but work, work, morn, noon and night. The mass of detail one lias to meet here is something appalling. It weighs on me like a nightmare, Armstrong. No, 1 was worn out the night after the package reached me. When next I sought it the letters were gone." "How long was that, general?" Again the weary hands, with their long, tapering fingers, came up to the old soldier's brow. He pondered a mo ment. "It must have been the next afternoon, I think, but I can't be sure." "And you hnd left them—?" "In the inside pocket of that old over coat of mine, hanging there on the rear tent pole," was the answer, as the gen eral turned half round in his chair and glanced wistfully, self-reproaclifully thither. Armstrong arose and, going to the back of the tent, made close examina tion. The canvas home of the chief was what is known as the hospital tent, but instead of being pitched with the ordinary ridge pole and upright, a sub stantial wooden frame and floor had first been built and over this the stout canvas was stretched, stanch and taut as the head of a drum. It was all intact and sound. Whoever filched that packet made way witl. it through the front, and that, as Armstrong well knew, was kept tightly laced, as a rule, from the time the general left it in the morning until his return. It was never unlaced except in his presence or by his order. Then the deft hands of the orderlies on duty would do the trick in a twinkling. Knowing all this, the eolonei queried further: "You went in town, as I remember, late that evening and called on the Primes and other people at the Palace. I think I saw you in the supper room. There was much merriment at jour table. Mrs. Garrison seemed to be the life of the party. Now, you left your overcoat with the boy at the cloak stand?" "Xo, Armstrong, that's the odd part of it. I only used the cape that even ing. The coat was hanging at its usual place when I returned late, with a mass of new orders and papers. Xo! no! But here, I must get back to the oflice, and what I wished you to see was that poor boy's letter. What can you hope with a nature like that to deal with?" [To Be Continued 1 KILLED HIS MAN. Hut First He lletreuted ns Far a* Posmible, Then Pulled Hi* Der ringer mid Fired. "A story I read the other day," said A. G. Hepwortli, of Atlanta, "strongly reminds me of one that 1 heard ol a Mobile lawyer. This lawyer, who was lame and had something of a reputa tion as a fighter, was at one time at torney 111 a suit that caused much ill feeling. He won the suit for his client, and the loser vowed vengeance. 'ln pursuance of that same,' in the lan guage of Truthful James, he one day went into the lawyer's oliiee and sub jected him to a tirade of abuse that would have caused a salt water cap tain to die from pure envy, such was his talent in vituperation. The law yer answered him nothing, to the sur prise of two or three men who were present, but, getting out of his cliair, began to hobble backward. His enemy, thinking he was. retreating, followed him up. with more abuse and threaten ing gestures. The lawyer's foot finally struck against 1 lie wall, when he sud denly straightened up, saying? 'Gen tlemen, I call on you to witness that,' on account of this wall, I have retreated as far as possible' (the general law of homicide), drew a derringer and shot his opponent. At the trial he was- at quitted, his witnesses being the men present at the time of the killing, who testified to the 1 uvyer having retreated as far as possible."—X. Y. Tribune. Tills Dird \Vn* a Critic*. A Scotch gentleman owns a clever parrot who picks up many of the re marks it hears, and at times retails them at most opportune moments. A favorite exclamation of the Scotchman when his wife complains of any little ailment is: "Great Scott! what's wrong wid ye?" Just lately he sat strum ming on the piano with one linger, and endeavoring to sing the air of a new song belonging to his wife. Having lit tle or no ear for music, the effect was decidedly inharmonious. On his per formance coming to an end, the parrot, who had evidently listened in disap proving silence, ejaculated: "Great Scott! what's wrong wid ye?"— Lo ndon Answers. Tlie l'olnt of View. "Magnificence" may signify one thing to one person and quite another thing to another person. It is related that a gentleman went to a dentist and asked him to "take a look at his teeth." The dentist did so, and seemed full of admiration. "What do you think of them?" asked the patient. "Magnificent! magnificent!" was all the dentist could say. "Then you don't find anything to do to them?" "To do to them? Why, there are four to be pulled, six to be filled, and three to be crowned!"— Youth's Companion. \otiilnir Xcw. Biggs—That's a funny idea the ladies have of wearing their watches in their gloves. Boggs—Oh, I don't know. They have worn clocks on their stockings for yeaTs.—X. Y. Journal. LOADING FARM WAGONS. Hon One Man Can llandlp Ileav7 hurki and llurrel* with Com parative Enne, Where a man is doing his worfc alone he is at a great disadvantage when about to take heavy sacks or barrels into the farm wagon. A de vice is shown in the cut that will greatly assist him. A plank Is cut to slip down over the axle, between LOADING MADE EASY. ' the wheel and the wagon body, and to grip the wheel rim by means of three hooks. A bent arm supports a pole, or lever, that has a grasping arrangement of hooks. Arranged as shown in the cut, heavy articles can be lifted over the side from the ground. If the contrivance is turned about, the plank coming outside the wheel, articles can be loaded into the rear end of the wagon.—N. Y. Trib une. COMBINATION CROPS. Growing Pen* with Corn, Qnite a INtpuinr Practice in Some Pnrta, Xot to He Recommended. My first experience in planting peaa with corn was in 1895. About 30 acres of corn were planted on very thin land in rows six feet apart. The ground was kept as level as possible and when about half through cultivat ing the corn, the peas were drilled in, using about one-half bushel of seed per acre. At the last plowing the peas had a good' start and were per haps a foot high. r l«his made a most excellent crop of both seeds and vines. The same season another field of good land 1 was planted in corn, the rows be ing four and one-half feet apart. At the last plowing, when the corn was about shoulder high, peas were sown by hand between the corn rows. The peas were so badly shaded by the corn that they did not amount to much. Another method was observed by the writer two years ago. This was plant ing corn and peas at the same time and in the same row, following the corn drill with the pea drill. The re sult of this was that by the time the corn was in roasting ear the peas had almost covered it up and in one field that I saw, no corn was to be seen, only the elbows of the stalks where the peas had broken the tops over. I think the proper way to grow peas is to plant them alone. To get the best results they should' be sown during the latter part of May. on land pre pared as well as if for corn, using one and one-fourth bushels of seed per acre. They can be harvested the lat ter part of August and hogs and calves turned into pick up the waste, then the ground is in the best possi ble condition for wheat.—W. A. Cham bers, in Prairie Farmer. The Cultivation of Flax. I have raised flax for the last 15 years and I find the following to be the best method: First, new ground is better than old, and prairie is pre ferred. Old pastures are very good, too. After prairie sod is broken up it is best to run over it once or twice with a disc. Then sow your seed while it is dry. Xever sow your seed when the ground is wet as it will get covered better when the ground is dry. The rains will come njid drive the seed into the soil. It is well to harrow lightly after sowing. You can sow on the prairie from the Ist of April to the Ist of June and get a good crop. Cut as soon as ripe, and let it lie for two or three days if it is dry. Then stack.—W. S. Young, in Farmers' Review. To Make lIeCM Profitable. Dr. Miller says a beekeeper should be provided with about 100 sections for each colony. He may not have use for so many, but in a good season, when they may fill 75 sections or more, there would need' to be some ex tra, which will only be partially filled. Many a pound of honey is lost, he says, because supplies were not ob tained in time or in sufficient quan tity. A pound of thin foundation is about enough to fill 100 sections with the full sheets, which he considers better economy than to use only starters, and as it costs but 50 to 60 cents a pound, the difference between the full sheet and the narrow starter is but a snftull item. —Xational Stock man. Corn on Pasture I.nnd. It is claimed that pasture land that is run down will be improved if a crop of corn is grown upon the field, but the beneficial effects from the corn are no doubt more apparent than real. All poor soils that are al lowed to remain uncultivated until some kind of volunteer crop (.if only weeds) take possession will gain in fertility to a certain extent. Such n system is known as "fallowing," or resting 1 the soil. Growing a crop of corn simply induces cultivation and puts the soil in better condition, al though the land will have already been imi>roved by the fallowing. 1500 Reward The above Reward will be paid fo«r 4a* Vmatiou that will lead to the nrrflW km! conviction of the party or parties «ha placed iron and »ladm oa the track of to* Emporium k Rich Valley R R., n«es he eaKt lice of Franklin l/oaelt>«-'» farm, >o the evening of Nov. 21et, 1891. litNUT AtJCHO, 88-tf. (. FINE LIQUOR SI ORE IK EMPORIUM, PA. 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