6 DO YOU REMEMBER, JOE? Ob. do you remember—do you remember, Joe, Ho* we usod togo to grandpa's two score years ago'.' lion dear old grandma kissed us, though we tried to squirm away? How we raced down to the meadows where the men were making hay (CSrandpa the best among them, spite of his silver hairs); How we rode home on the fragrant load as hungry as two bears? Oil, do you remember—do you remember, Joe, Dear grandma's light cream biscuits (yes, 'twas forty years ago, An' a frenchman now is living in the old ancestral home), An' the butter from the spring house, an' the honey in the comb, An' the cookies (all we wanted—'twas at grandma's house, you know)? Have we ever had enough since then of life's rare 6\veets, dear Joe? An", oh, do you remember—from all the rest aloof— The little garret bedroom underneath the roof, Where, up the stairs a-cllmbing, spite o' fat and rheumatis', Oear grandma came to pat our heads and give a good-night kiss? It didn't seem live minutes from the time we dropped off, Joe, Till we heard the hired man in the yard a-hollerln': "Helloa!" Sometimes I think we shall wake up from a deeper slec p, dear Joe, An' see them all a-i row 'ling round, an' hear thern call: "Helloa!" £"or I believe they love us now as in the dear old home, An' that they talk about us, Joe, an' long for us to come; An' If goodness counts for honor, where they are now, dear Joe— Grant pa an' grandma will be found up in the 'highest row! --r-Mary F. llutts, in Farm and Home. fill; yStrangest Case" BY GUY DOOTHBY. \ Author of "Dr. Kikota,'* "The Beautiful White Devii," " Pliaros, Tho Egyptian," Etc. JCppjrjijhted, 1901, by Waid, Lock A Co.] PART II.—CONTINUED. Without more ado, like men who were drunk with the finest wines, they followed him along the passage and up the steps into the open air. They were just in time to see the sun set ting blood-red behind the jungle. His beauty, however, had no effect upon them. In all probability they were re gardless of him altogether, for with almost simultaneous sighs of relief they threw themselves down upon fhe flag-stones of the courtyard, and set to work, with feverish earnestness, to overhaul the booty they had procured. All three were g(*'>d judges of stones, and a very brief examination was suf ficient, even in the feeble evening light, to enable them to see that they were not on y gems of the first water, but also stones of such size as is seldom «een ir. these unregenerate days. "It's the biggest scoop on earth," *aid Ilayle, unconsciously echoing the ■expression Kitwater had used to him In Singapore. "What's better, there are hundreds more like them down be low. I'll tell you >vhat it is, my friends, we're just the richest men on this earth at the present moment, and don't you forget it!" In his excitement he shook hands •wildly with his companions. Ilis ill iumor had vanished like breath off a xazor, and now he was on the best of terms not only with himself, but also with the world in general. "If 1 know anything about stones there are at least £IOO.OOO worth in this little parcel," he said, enthusias tically, "and, what is more, there is a million or perhaps two millions to be bad for the trouble of looking for them. What do you say if we go be low again?" "No! No!" said Kitwater, "it's too late. We'd better be getting back to the camp as soon as may be." "Very well," Ilayle replied, reluct antly. They accordingly picked up their fron bars and replaced the stone that covered the entrance to the subter ranean passage. "I don't like leaving it," said Ilayle, "it don't seem to me to be safe, some bow. Think what there is down there. Doesn't it strike you that it would be better to fill our pockets while we've the chance? Who knows what might happen before we can come again?" "Nonsense," said Kitwater. "Who do you think is going to rob us of It? What's the use of worrying about it,? In the morning we'll come back and fill our bags, and then clear out of the place for civilization as if the devil and all were after us. Just -think, my lads, what there will be to ■divide." "A million apiece, at least," said Ilayle rapturously, and then in an awed voice he added, as if he were discomfited by his own significance, ""I never thought to be worth a quar ter of that. Somehow it doesn't -seem as if it can be real." "It's quite real," said Mr. Codd, as be sprinkled some dry dust round the crack of the stone to give it an ap pearance of not having been dis turbed. "There's no doubt of it." When he had finished they picked up their tools and set off on their re turn journey to the camp. The sun Syid disappeared behind the jungle when they left the courtyard of the Three Elephants' Heads and ascend ed the stone steps towards the inner moat. They crossed the bridge, and •entered the outer city in silence. The place was very dreary at that hour of the day, and to Codd, who ■was of an imaginative turn of mind, it seemed as if faces out of the long ■deserted past were watching him from every house. Ilis companions, however, were scarcely so impres sionable. They were gloating over the treasure they had won for them selves, and one, at least, was speeu — U-j MU ltott Ut aliuu.u I'' share. Suddenly Ilayle, who was looking' down a side street, uttered an exclamation of surprise. "Did you see that?" he inquired of Kitwater. Then, without waiting for a reply, he dived into the nearest ruin and disappeared from view. "What on earth is the matter with him?" inquired Kitwater of Codd. "Has he gone mad?" Codd only shook his head. Ilayle's doings were more often than not an enigma to him. Presently, however, the runaway made his appearance before them. His face was flushed and he Uieatbed heavily. Apparent ly he had been running, and for some distance. "Don't you see him?" he inquired of his companions, in some surprise. "See who?" asked Kitwater, with elevated eyebrows. "Who do you think you saw?" "A man," Ilayle replied, "I am ready to take my oath 1 saw him cross that narrow street back yonder." "Was it one of our own men, do you think?" said Codd, referring to the two ilurincn they had brought w*h them. "Not a bit of it," Jlayle replied. "I tell you, Kitwater, 1 am as sure as I am of anything that the man I saw was a Chinaman." "Gammon," said Kitwater. "There isn't a Chinaman within 50 miles of the ruins. You are unduly excited. You'll l)e seeing a regiment of Scott's guards presently if you are not care ful." "I don't care what you say, it was a man 1 saw," the other answered. "Good Heavens! won't you believe me when I say that I saw his pigtail?" "Believe you, of course, I will," re plied Kitwater, good-liumoredly. "It's a pity you didn't catch hold of him by it, however. No, no, Gid, you take my word for it, there are no Chinamen about here. What do you think, Codd?" Mr. Codd appeared to have no opin ion, for he did not reply. By this time they had crossed the last bridge and had left thecity behind them. The jungle was lulling itself to sleep, and drowsy croonings sounded on every hand. So certain was Ilayle that he bad not been mistaken about the man he declared he had seen, that he kept his eyes well open to guard against a surprise, lie did not know what clump of bamboo might contain an enemy, and, in consequence, his right hand was kept continually in his pocket in order not to lose the grip of the revolver therein contained. At last they reached the top of the hill and approached the open spot where their camp was situated. "What did I tell you?" said Kitwa ter, as he looked about the camp and could discover no traces of their two native servants. "It was one of our prowling rascals you saw, and when he comes back I'll teach him to come spying on us. If I know anything of the rattan, he won't doit again." Ilayle shrugged his shoulders. While the fact that their servants were not at the camp to anticipate their return was certainly suspicious, he was still as convinced as ever that the man lie had seen slipping through the ruins was no Burman, but a true son of the celestial empire. Worn out by the excitement of the day, Kitwater anathematized these rv' ants for not having been there to pre pare the evening meal, but while lie and Ilayle wrangled, Mr. Codd had as usual taken the matter into liis own hands, and, picking up a cooking pot, had set oIT in the direction of the stream, whence they drew their supply of water, lie had not proceeded very far, however, before he uttered a cry and came running back to the camp. There was a scared expression upon his face as he rejoined his compan ions. "They've not run away," he cried, pointing in the direction whence he had come. "They're dead!" "Dead?" cried Kitwater and lla3'le together. Then the latter added: "What do you mean by that?" "What I say," Codd replied. "They're both lying in the jungle back there with their throats cut." "Then I was right after all," Ilayle found time to put in. "Come, Kit, let us go and see. There's more than we bargained for at the back of all this." They hurried with Codd to the spot where he had discovered the bodies, to find that his tale was too true. Their two unfortunate servants were to be seen lying one on either side of the track, both dead and shockingly mutilated. Kitwater knelt beside them and examined them more closely. "Chinese," he said, laconically. Then after a jiause he continued: "It's a good thing for us we had the foresight to take our rifles with us to-day, other wise we should have lost them for a certainty. Now we shall have to keep our eyes open for trouble. It won't be long in coming, mark my words." "You don't think they watched us at work in that courtyard, do you?" asked Ilayle, anxiously, as they returned to the camp. "If that's so, they'll have every atom of the remaining treasure, and we shall be done for." He spoke as if until that moment they had received nothing. "It's just possible they may have done so, of course," said Kitwater, "but how are we to know? We could n't prevent them, for we don't know how many of them there may be. That fellow you saw this evening may only liave been placed there to spy upon our movements. Confound it all, I wish we were a bigger party." "It's no use wishing that," Ilayle re turned, and then after a pause he added: "Fortonately we hold a good many lives in our Lands, and what's more, we know the value of our own. The only thing we van do is to watch, watch, and watch, and, if we are taken by surprise, we shall have nobody to thank for it but ourselves. Now if you'll stand sentry, Coddy and 1 will get tea." I'hc.x set to work, ncfi tlie meal was CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 27, 1902. in due course served and ratrn. Aft erwards Codd went on guard, being relieved by Hayle at midnight. Ev»r since they had made the ghastly dis covery iu the jungle, the latter had been more silent even than the gravity of the situation demanded. Now he sat, nursing his rifle, listening to the mysterious voices of the jungle, and thinking as if for dear life. Meanwhile his companions slept soundly on, se cure in the fact that he was watching over them. At last Hayle rose to his feet. "It's my only chance," he said to himself, as he went softly across to where Kit water was lying. "It must be now or never!" Kneeling beside the sleeping man, he felt for the packet of precious stones they had that day obtained. Having found it he transferred it to his own pocket, and then returned to his former position as quietly as he had come. Then, having secured as much of their store of ammunition as he could conveniently carry, together with a supply of food sufficient to last him for several days, he deserted his post, abandoned his friends and dis ippeared into the jungle! PART 111. The sun was slowly sinking behind the dense wall of jungle which hems in, on the southern side, the frontier station of Nampoung. In the river below there is a ford, which has a distinguished claim on fame, inasmuch as it is one of the gateways from Burmah into western China. This ford is guarded continually by a company of Sikhs, under the command of an English officer. To be candid, it is not a post that is much sought after. Its dullness is extraordinary. True, one can fish there from morning un til night, if one is so disposed; and if one has the good fortune to be a bot anist, there is an inexhaustible field open for study. It is also true that Nampoung is only 30 miles or so, as the crow flics, from Bhamo, and when one has been in the wilds, and out of touch of civilization for months at a time, Bhamo is by no means a place to be despised. So thought Gregory, of the One Hundred and Twenty-third regiment, as lie threw his line into the pool below him. "It's worse than a dog's life," lie saiil to himself, as he looked at the ford a hundred yards or so to his right, where, at the moment, his sub altern was engaged levying toll up- j on some Yunnan merchants who were carrying cotton on pack mules into China. After that lie' glanced j behind liiin at the little cluster of! buildings on the hill, and groaned once more. "I wonder what they are doing in England," he continued. "Trout fishing lias just begun, and I can imagine the dear old governor at the Long pool, rod in hand. The girls will stroll down in the after noon to find out what sport he has had, and they'll walk home across the park with him, while the mater will probably meet them half way. And here am 1 in this God-forsaken j hole with nothing to do but to keep! an eye on that ford there. Bhamo ! is better than this, Mandalay is bet-j ter than Bhamo, and Kangoon is bet . NOW HE SAT NURSING HIS RIFLE, LISTENING TO THE MYSTERIOUS VOICES OF TIIE JUNGLE. ter than cither. Chivvying dakus is Paradise compared with this sort of thing. Anyhow, I'm tired of fishing." He began to take his rod to pieces j preparatory to returning to his quarters 011 the hill. He had just un shipped the last joint, when he be came aware that one of his men was approaching him. lie inquired his business, and was informed in return that Dempsey, his sub, would be glad to see him at the ford. Hand ing his rod to the man he set off in the direction of the crossing in ques tion, to become aware, as he ap proached it, of a disreputable figure propped up against a tree on the nearer bank. "What's the matter, Dempsey?" he inquired. "What 011 earth have you got there, man?" "Well, that's more than I can say," the other replied. "He's evidently a white man, and I fancy an English man. At home we should call him a scarecrow, lie turned up from across the ford just now, and tumbled down in the middle of the stream like a shot rabbit. Never saw such a thing before. He's not a pretty sight, is he?" "Poor devil," said Gregory. "He seems to be on his last legs. I won der who the deuce he is, and what brought him into this condition." "I've searched, and there's nothing about to tell us," said ' Dempsey. "What do you think we had better do with him?" "Get him up the hill," said his su perior, without hesitation. "When he's a hit stronger we'll have his story out of him. I'll bet a f«w years' pay it will be interesting." A file of men were called, and tho mysterious stranger was carried up to tlie residence of tlie English offi cers. ft was plain to the least ob servant that Ire was in a very serious condition. Such clothes as he pos sessed were in rags; his face was pinched with starvation, and more- I over he was quite unconscious. When his bearers, accompanied by the two Englishmen, reached the cluster of huts, he was carried to a small room at the end of the officers' bungalow and placed upon the bed. After a little brandy had been ad ministered, he recovered conscious ness and looked about him. Heav ing :i sigh of relief, he inquired where he might be. "You are at Nampoung," said (iregorv, "and you ought to thank 1 your stars that you are not in King dom Come. If ever a man was near I >t. you have been. We won't ask you : for your story now; however, later on, you shall bukh to your heart's content. Now I am going to give j you something to eat. You look is if you want it badly enough." Gregory looked at Dempsey and made a sign, whereupon the other withdrew, to presently return earry -1 itig a bowl of soup. The stranger i drank it ravenously, and then lay ; j back and closed his eyes once more, i lie would have been a clever man who could have recognized in the | emaciated being upon the bed, the ; spruce, well-cared-for individual who j was known to the Hotel of the Three Desires in Singapore as Gideon llavle. "You'd better rest awhile now," said Gregory, "and then perhaps you'll feel equal to joining us at j mess, or whatever you like to call : it." "Thanks, very much," the man re- ; j plied, with the conventional utter- j | anee of an English gentleman; which I was not lost upon his audience. "I i hope I shall feci up to it." | "Whoever the fellow is," said ■ : Gregory, as they passed along the veranda a few minutes later, "he has | evidently seen better days. Poor | beggar, I wonder where he's been, j and what lie has been up to?" | "We shall soon find out," Dempsey j | answered. "All he said when we ! i fished him out of the water was 'at i last,' and then he fijintcd clean I away. I am not more curious than 1 i my neighbors, but I don't mind ad- i mitting that I am anxious to hear j | what he has to say for himself. Talk I about Kip Van Winkle, why, he is not in it with this fellow, lie could give him points and beat him hollow." ITo Be Continued.] INDIAN SMOKE SIGNALS. How I lie Warrior* Com 111 ull iratcd Willi Kuril Other by l)uy uutl by ISltfht. The traveler on the plains in the early days soon learned the signifi cance of the spires of smoke that he j sometimes saw rising from a distant ridge or hill, and that in turn lie might see answered from a different direction. It was the signal talk of 1 the Indians across miles of interven- j ing ground, a signal used in rallying ! the warriors for an attack, or warn- I ing them for a retreat if that seemed advisable. The Star Monthly de- j scribes some of the signals and their meaning: The Indian had a way of sending up the smoke in rings or puffs, knowing 111 at such a smoke column would at once be noticed and understood as a ] signal, and not taken for the smoke of some camp-fire. He made the \ rings by covering the little fire with j his blanket for a moment and allow ing the smoke to ascend, when lie instantly covered the fire again. The column of ascending smoke rings j said to every Indian within 30 miles: | "Look out! There is an enemy near!" Three smokes built close together meant danger. One smolce merely j meant attention. Two smokes meant: j "Camp at this place." Travel the ! plains, and the usefulness of this long-distance telephone will at once become apparent. Sometimes at night the settler or the traveler saw fiery lines crossing the sky, shooting up and' falling, per haps taking a direction diagonal to ! the lines of vision. He might guess ! that lliese were the signals of the Indians, but unless he were an old- ] timer he might not be able to inter- \ pret the signals. The old-timer and j the squaw man knew that one fire- | arrow, an arrow prepared by treat- | ing the head of the shaft with gun powder and fine bark, meant the same as the columns of smoke puffs—"An enemy is near." Two arrows meant: "Danger." Three arrows said impera- j tively: "This danger is great." Sev eral arrows said: "The enemy are i too many for us." Thus the untu tored savage could telephone fairly well at night as well as in the day time. Ro»nettl In Self-Defenne. Toward the latter part of Itosetti's life he rarely left his house and gar den. He depended upon a close circle of friends for society, and in his own way was a sociable man, but he pre ferred to see his friends and acquaint ances by appointment, and woe betide the too intrusive stranger. One day an enterprising man called who was duly armed with a letter of introduction, and the servant was nearly yielding to the impulsive stran ger, whereupon the painter of "Dante's Dream", leaned over the banister and | said in a firm, mellifluous voice: "Tell , the gentleman that I am not at home." —Lippincott's Magazine. Knrniiiß n Dollar. A dollar saved is a dollar earned— for it's hard work to save a dollar.— < Chicago Daily News. A NEW RURAL NOVEL Will Deal with Life in Indiana in Mexican War Time. Ilooth Tu rl. I iik ( r«n, \oteil Hoonfer Author, In Now I'utliiiu Kiiilxh iujs Touclicn to It—About la ili'fouie a UciM-ilic-t. Booth Tarkington, of Indianapolis, the well-known author and playwright, is completing the concluding chapters of another Indiana novel. The new book will make its appear ance in time, the author's friends as sert, to answer a double purpose. It will come not only at an opportune time for the publishers, but will not be amiss in assisting the author in furthering his political ambitions. For Booth Tarkington, the author, expects to become Booth Tarkington, the politician. Then, in addition, there is a strong j rumor going the rounds that Booth J Tarkington, the bachelor, is about to : become Booth Tarkington, the bene dict. Mr. Tarkington, however, does not admit this assertion. He will not countenance the rumor. Neither does j Mr. Tarkington's family, unless, in j truth, the author's mother be except ed. She has been quoted as admitting that the author and the young woman whose nnme has been linked with that of Mr. Tarkington by the gossips like each other—nothing more. Yet an intimate friend of the Indiana author said only a day or two ago: "Mr. Tarkington is working on the last novel he Mill write before he is mar- I rind." \ "However," as Mr. Tarkington, liim j self, says,"the rumor does not affect 1 the novel now in hand." As in his first success, says the Chi cago American, the author w ill return j to Indiana for the plot of his story. ! It will be laid in the city of Terrc ; Haute, where. by the way, the author's father met. wooed and married the au thor's mother, and it will deal almost j exclusively with bits of Indiana char- j acter. Mr. Tarkington considers it ! his most pretentious and most suecess ■ ful effort. The book has not yet been named— the author insisting on one title, the mgm & iMi i v 3fi 1 v * v. - I'i It, ' : ;• . j BOOTH TARKINGTON. | (Noted Indiana Author Soon to Become a Benedict.) publishers suggesting another and the author's friends advancing a third. It will be a romance dealing with life in Indiana, in the vicinity of Terrc Haute during the time of the Mexican war, ; and it will convey not a few of its in cidents to the famous Catholic school near Terrc Haute, "St. Marys of the Woods." The book, however, Mr. ; Tarkington insists, will not be classed i as a historical romance. This he says ! in the face of anticipating critics who ' have endeavored to predict the char- j acter of the work. The love story is delicately woven round the lives of a girl studying at the Catholic institution and a young man \ of the clear-brained, horny-handed j class peculiar to the early period of , Indiana's history. Mr. Tarkington said: "I will doubt less hear more from my friend at Seattle now. Shortly after the pro duction of 'The Gentleman from In diana' friends of mine residing in Scat tie. Wash., sent word to me that j a certain resident of that city was j parading under the name of Booth j Tarkington, claiming to have written | my book, lie was buying copies right ! and left and sending them to his friends with a neat little picture of himself and a card saying that this was his first venture into literature and he wanted their criticism. My friends desired' to know whether I would have them expose him or not. It seems that he also claimed that while he had writ ten the book I was reaping the golden benefits in the shape of royalties. It did not take me long to decide what to do. I wrote them to encourage him in his 'pipe dream,' explaining at the j same time that every copy he bought I was putting that much more money j in my pocket. I needed the money. "This latest effort of mine is in some i respects a more elaborate one than any j of the others preceding. At least I j have worked harder on it. 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